#so keep your eyes peeled for that if you wanna check of the others out you missed

[pearlypairings]

Hi babe happy birthday!! For the cute birthday scenarios, how about hellcheer and one baking a surprise cake for the other?

eddie x chrissy || fun, fluff, goofy mistakes || 959 words

A/N: you've been so patient rosey, to be last but not least :) hope you enjoy the fluffy cake disaster that only a ADHD/distracted Eddie could make enjoyable <3 thank you for this one! ending on a high note:)

previous prompt

A scoop of powdery white mystery rested lazily atop the magazine cut-out on the counter. Eddie couldn’t remember if he’d scooped the flour or the baking powder and smelling it gave him no further clue. He slipped the recipe out from underneath to reexamine the ingredient list. “Son,” Uncle Wayne mused, approaching from the trailer’s quaint living space to haunt over the haphazard piles of ingredients and bowls and spoons. “Wouldn’t everyone be happier if you just bought the damn thing? Leave baking to the professionals. I can’t remember a Munson ever baking a cake, not even Great Grandma Gin.”

“Exactly, Chrissy won’t expect it.” Eddie picked up the scoop and poured it confidently (still wondering how bad the mess-up would be if he switched ingredients on accident) into the big mixing bowl amidst other dry ingredients. “You know how she is, always one step ahead. I never get to really surprise her. It’s about time that I give her a real shock.” Wayne shook his head, peering into the metal bowl with skepticism before taking stock of the cracked egg shells and milk carton close by. “Your girl is more likely to get the shock of food poisoning, but don’t mind me. I’ve just got her health more on my mind than your grand ideas.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll be sure not to save you a slice after your shift.” Eddie waved him away, his eyes glued to the numbers on the recipe instructions. With a shrug, he tossed the rest of the ingredients into the bowl and took their trusty, chipped wooden spoon off the sidelines. Sure, the recipe called for a mixer, but a little elbow grease and their lucky spoon had to wind up with the same outcome. His uncle stayed away from the kitchen while Eddie finished up. He’d had to borrow a cake pan from little Red and her mom down the way and promised to return it the way he found it—washed with maybe a few extra burnt bits stuck on the bottom. The Munson’s oven was more of a holding bay than an operational cooking appliance, so he cleared out the old frying pans and boxes of cereal too big for the cabinets before he clicked it on and set it to the proper temperature of 375 degrees…or was it supposed to be 325? Whatever, it’s hot enough at least. At any rate, the batter was to the brim of the pan when he slid it onto the rack like a brain surgeon who’d pivoted his career to expert baker. He saluted the oven, fully trusting it would honor its commitment to cooking the hell out of Chrissy’s cake. When enough time had passed (vibes were essential to this part, he thought a timer was a bit much), the dingy dishtowels were his gauntlets—primed and prepared to face the flaming hot metal inside.

Upon first glance, there may have been some spillage over the sides when it rose; he forgot about the whole “cake rising” part. And shit, sure, the edges looked darker (a rich toasty black-brown) than he expected, but the frosting would solve all of that, he assured himself as he placed the pan on the stovetop to cool. That much he remembered from little Red’s mother’s parting advice. By the time he’d finished swirling the last swatch of frosting, Chrissy would be here any minute. Wayne had already left for his shift at the plant and for that miracle, he was glad. Eddie would have never heard the end of his digs while they waited for her arrival, if he had seen the cake. Hell, his uncle probably would have gone out and bought a replacement cake for her. His disaster of a birthday cake had more potholes than the Forest Hills trailer park and more cracks than old Harry’s truck windshield. The only thing holding it up was his overabundance of frosting gluing pieces together and poorly filling the divots, lumps, and bumps across the top. A whole army of swirly, wax candles didn’t help his case much, but those were the finishing touches he needed for the surprise to feel complete. There were a couple of taps on the trailer door, and her familiar voice greeted him affectionately beyond the screen. Chrissy let herself in, wearing the prettiest white blouse he’d ever seen, probably a well-deserved birthday splurge from the mall. He called her over to the kitchen, stepping out to showcase his Frankenstein creation. “What are you doing in the—” Chrissy’s eyes froze on the deflated, over-iced cake. Her soft features exploded in glorious shock, and with a squeal, she rushed the last few steps and jumped into his arms. “That’s mine, right? You made that for me?” “I did, pretty girl.” He kissed her, hoping he still tasted like vanilla from all the frosting he’d been sampling. “Surprised?” “I can’t wait to try it!” She nodded, nuzzling into his neck and squeezing her arms tighter around him.  “Let’s light the candles first.” Eddie touched her feet back down onto the floor, looking between her pretty smile and the funky cake. He pulled open the drawer to get his lighter, shuffling a few items around to find the shiny black box while his back was turned. “You might wanna wish for a better tasting cake, just as a warning.” And before he had time to react, Chrissy had scooped a healthy finger-full of icing and slathered it down Eddie’s nose with a devious cackle. She retreated without hesitation, ducking behind Uncle Wayne’s favorite chair and hiding from the fistful of cake he carried behind his back. Her laugh was uncontrollable. Eddie had the biggest grin on his face. Sometimes cakes were really sweet. Sometimes cakes were made for throwing. Sometimes surprises went sideways in the best way. He wanted to record that laugh forever.

#pearly birthday prompts #twelfth (last) prompt! #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fanfic #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddissy #birthday cake #fluff #fun #oops! #tomorrow I'll be posting a nice masterlist of all these prompt posts as a nice and neat collection :) #so keep your eyes peeled for that if you wanna check of the others out you missed #or save for later! #ahhh thank you again!!

[wileys-russo]

Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests, but maybe a sequel to ‘headache’ with Alessia, where this time reader is the one with the headache?

part one headache 2.0 II a.russo

alarm bells had sung out in alessia's head from the very first moment she'd woken up this morning, having fallen asleep with you tucked up beside her she was surprised to find the bed empty.

sitting up and rubbing her face tiredly she'd blinked the sleep from her eyes and checked the other bed, maybe you'd wanted some space.

but no, that one was also empty which further peaked her suspicion.

"babe? are you here?" she called out, frown deepening when she didn't receive a response at first. then after a few beats of silence pass she heard what sounded like the faintest of hums from the bathroom.

quickly kicking off the duvet she tied her hair up and out of her face, padding toward the open bathroom door, heart falling into her stomach at the sight of you laid down on the floor with a towel over your face.

"baby?" she was knelt beside you in an instant, gently peeling off the wet towel as you blinked a few times, wincing at the harsh white light of the bathroom and groaning quietly. "what's happened? are you hurt? sick? did you pass out? throw up?" alessia helped you to sit up, checking all over you as you softly pushed her away.

"i'm fine less." you brushed off her concerns with a sigh that didn't pass as okay. "well i just found you asleep on the bathroom floor, so something is up pretty girl. talk to me!" alessia worried, still fussing over you as you gently pushed away her hands, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"i just have a bit of a headache and i thought the cold tiles and a wet towel might help." you admitted, eyes closed as alessia reached up to flick off the bathroom light. "oh my love." the blonde's face softened, quietly murmuring that the floor was hardly clean and helping you up to your feet and back to bed.

"how bad is it one to ten? don't lie please." she all but whispered, squatted down as you sat on the edge of the bed, still pinching the bridge of your nose hoping it might relieve some pressure. "a six? seven maybe? it was worse before but it keeps going up and down, i woke up around four i think." you mumbled quietly.

"hey why didn't you wake me?" alessia frowned, thumb gently carressing your cheek. "didn't wanna bother you." you grumbled quietly, the obvious strain in your voice causing her heart to break a little further.

"my beautiful girl you are never a bother, we've spoken about this before." alessia assured you with another frown, kissing the crown of your head as you nodded and mumbled a near inaudible apology.

"i'm gonna go talk to sarina babe you cannot train today." alessia decided for you seeing the obvious wince of pain flash across your face once again.

"i'll be fine less! please. we're only in the gym today and i can handle that, i just need some water and some food and a tablet." you argued, alessia biting her tongue knowing just how stubborn you could be, especially when it came to national camps.

"fine. but i'm still telling her you've got a headache so she keeps an eye on it!" your girlfriend warned as you nodded, also not having the energy to go back and forth. "i can go down and bring you up some food baby? give you an extra hour or two of rest." her tone softened again as she looked at you sympathetically.

"no no it's okay. can you get me a bottle of water though please?" you requested softly, a cold bottle from the fridge in your hand within seconds, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth as you pressed it against your closed eyes.

whilst you did alessia raced around the room, drawing the curtains and trying to make the room as dark as possible, swearing quietly as she stubbed her toe on the end of the bed, biting down on her bottom lip to stop her from yelling out she took a few deep breaths.

"come here and lay down baby, we still have some time before breakfast." alessia moved to sit up against the headrest of the bed, tapping the space between her legs as you managed to shuffle over. laying down your head rested in her lap and her fingers carded through your hair.

"is this okay?" she asked softly with a frown, bending down to mumble the words against your forehead, leaving a lingering kiss on the warm skin as you nodded wordlessly, melting into her tender touch.

"i love you lessi." you whispered out as the blonde swooned, ducking down again to this time press a sweet kiss to your lips, whispering those same three words right back.

~

"maybe this wasn't the best idea." alessia mumbled, herself wincing at the sudden change of volume as the two of you entered the dining hall she couldn't imagine how it would feel for you. "it's fine." you dismissed with a small sigh, tucking yourself more into her side.

"what do you feel like you can stomach babe?" the blonde asked quietly, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head, her arm draped protectively over your shoulder as you cuddled into her side.

"whatever you're having, maybe some eggs though please." you whispered, alessia nodding and ordering the two of you eggs the way she knew you liked, grabbing some toast and fruit for the pair of you as well.

"good morning lovebirds!" alessia winced as mary appeared beside her, throwing her own arm over your shoulder as the striker was quick to shove her off. "oi! feeling a bit possessive are we less?" the goalkeeper teased, earning herself a withering glare.

"she's got a headache mary and you're as loud as a foghorn. shut up or go away!" alessia warned sternly, smiling in thanks to the chef as she grabbed your shared tray.

"jesus alright! no need to bite my head off." mary rolled her eyes, staying behind to grab her own food as alessia guided the two of you to an empty table on the opposite side of the room, as far away from everyone as the two of you could get.

"i can feed myself lessi my head hurts not my hands." you cracked a smile as the blonde attempted to offer you a forkful of eggs, picking up your own cutlery.

"just trying to take care of you is all baby." alessia kissed your cheek sweetly, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you ate, your body still tucked securely into her side.

but of course that peace didn't last.

"oi ya left me on read this morning kid, not appreciated!" alessia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as lucy teasingly smacked the back of your head, taking a seat with her breakfast and missing the pain which flickered across your face.

"lucy!" alessia seethed, fussing over you as you mumbled you were fine, gently prying away her hands.

"what? she's not made of fine china less she hits me about all the time." the older girl rolled her eyes unknowingly. "she's got a fucking headache and you just smacked her right where it hurts!" alessia growled protectively, lucy's face paling as she paused mid mouthful.

"shit! sorry kid." the northerner winced apologetically as you waved her off wordlessly, the pain starting to set in behind your eyes now from the harsh light of the hall, training your gaze down to the table instead.

"good moorning england!" alessia winced now as ella, grace and georgia joined the three of you, ella screaming at the top of her lungs as she dropped herself down across from you, grace and georgia chattering away.

"what no good mornin back? where's ya manners gone then!" grace teased as she greeted you and you remained silent, pulling you into a headlock as alessia was on her feet within seconds, yanking the younger girl off who paled at the sight of the scowl on her face.

"i was jokin round with her less honest!" the blonde apologised with her hands in the air, wide eyed and terrified of the striker who suddenly sent a mean glare to the entire table, stood protectively behind you.

"whats in your shorts this morning then less? why do you look like somebody pissed in your cereal." ella sent her a toothy grin, lucy stamping on her foot and shaking her head as the mancunian frowned in confusion. "what?"

"she's got a headache would all of you please shut up and keep your hands off of her and to yourself!" alessia warned firmly, dropping back into her seat and tugging you tighter into her side, arm again wrapped securely around your shoulders.

"a headache? aw poor baby!" ella teased, lucy sighing with a wince as even georgia shook her head to signal ella to lay off.

"tooney would you like to get through today being able to talk? because i'll personally shove my hand in your mouth and tie your tongue in a knot if it means you shut up!" the blonde threatened seriously, rendering her best friend speechless.

"lessi it's fine love, eat your breakfast please." you murmured knocking your knee against her as she fixed the girls with one final glare, kissing your cheek and going back to eating, an awkward silence settling around the table.

"so less would you prefer we call you nurse russo or doctor russo?" "right thats it come here tooney!"

#alessia russo x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #alessia russo #woso blurbs #engwnt #woso

[pinkmirth]

I think we need some headcanons of cowboy Reiner

— ( save a horse, ride a cowboy! )

༉‧₊˚. — synopsis: just a cluster of fluffy and smutty headcanons for none other than the love of my life, cowboy reiner!

༉‧₊˚. — contains: (2k words of…) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader, (black coded), fluff, nsfw/smut, modern au, southern setting, established relationship (married), fantasies of having a child, breeding kink (‘cause this is reiner we’re talking about duh!), mentions of pregnancy, bondage kink, oral (m!receiving/blowjob), cowgirl position, doggy-style, creampie, reiner calls himself “daddy”, use of the petnames (mama, sugar, darling, honey, cowgirl), reiner calls you “woman” once, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

༉‧₊˚. — mira’s note: oh absolutely, nonnie! here are some thoughts I have on cowboy rei-rei 💕 (check masterlist for other reiner fics!)

this man is always covered head-to-toe in classic cowboy attire— embroidered cowboy boots, blue denim jeans with a lasso hanging from his belt loop, and a trusty old cowboy hat. he’s got the whole getup, and he looks even sexier in it every time you see him! though, his best look by far is the shirtless one. it’s the highlight of your day when whenever it gets too warm outside, because he’s soon to peel off his top. from across the farm, he can feel your eyes burning into his lightly-tanned skin as he does the most mundane chores. his muscles tense and flex with every move, pecs gleaming with sweat. he shoots you a smirk, folding his arms across his bare chest. “y’like what ya see, honey?” you pray the weather’s even hotter tomorrow.

it warms his heart whenever you come around to watch him do his daily chores around the farm. your presence motivates him to work harder, so he can continue to provide for you and sustain your comfortable lifestyle. you try not to be too much of a distraction, but you can’t help wanting to be closer to your husband; so you tug at his leather belt and pull him in for a kiss. that gets him giddy like nothing else. “ya know how much i love it when y’do that… gimme another,” he puckers his lips, and you giggle. “i don’t wanna keep you sidetracked for too long, rei. you were busy before i got here,” you caress his stubbled cheek and he pouts in response, leaning forward to receive another pillowy kiss. “jus’ one more, mama.”

cowboy reiner loves to cook and bake! he often goes on farmer’s market dates with you, walking hand in hand as you help him pick out the freshest ingredients and spices. you chat and laugh amongst one another, dropping carrots and apples into the hand-woven basket that reiner made for you. after arriving back home, he allows you to relax in yours and his shared bedroom while he whips together a hearty southern meal for the two of you. he shouts from across the house, adorned in nothing but a short pair of checkered boxers and a flimsy apron, “supper’s ready, darlin’! come on down ‘n eat!”

he’s great with animals! reiner cradles an adorable month-old horse in his strong arms, feeding milk to the baby with a soft smile. it’s just about the sweetest thing you could ever see! all the little foals follow him around the ranch because they love papa reiner just as much as you do <3 he’s built something of a connection between himself and his beloved herd, which is why he’s able to bring the horses over to their stables with no hassle whatsoever. this man could practically be a veterinarian with all the animal knowledge he has!

he’s a locally known rodeo champion! reiner wins the prize for longest bull-riding every single year. he should allow someone else a fighting chance, at least 😭 but he’s just effortlessly good at anything he puts his mind to! he skillfully rides the beast with such ease, leaving the crowd in awe. courtesy of his natural-born strength, he hardly ever gets tossed off. reiner’s got medals galore hanging on his wall from every competition.

as a southern man, he’s very family-oriented. his loved ones are of the utmost importance to him, and he’ll always put family first before anything else. he utterly adores you, and can’t wait to start a tiny lil family of his own with you <3 when I tell you this man cannot wait to be a papa, I mean it! there’s no denying that reiner would be an amazing father, considering that he’s so caring and attentive. he knows the best tickle spots to target, and the silliest faces to make to get a child cracking up (both of which he discovered through spending lots of time with gabi when she was small.) he constantly daydreams about dressing up his little one in tiny boots and overalls and carrying them up on his shoulders. (yes, I’m pushing the daddy rei-rei agenda on this fine weekend!)

cowboy reiner has manners like none other— the epitome of a true gentleman! he’s a great listener, is always so patient, opens doors for you, pays for your things without hesitation, gives frequent massages, carries you when you begin to feel tired; the list goes on! he’s just so kind and selfless, and never fails to show it. cowboy rei-rei is truly the perfect husband. “your feet hurt? well c’mere, sugar. i’ll carry you. it ain’t too much for me, y’know i can handle ya! jus’ hold onto me. i gotcha, okay?”

cowboy reiner is a grown man who can wholly appreciate your body and every striking detail about it. he scrutinizes the small dotted beauty marks scattered across your skin, your cutely patterned stretch marks, the curves and crevices of your soft tummy and thighs, and he fucking loves it all. makes it a habit to kiss up and down your body, just to give you a well-needed confidence boost. this man right here surely knows how to make a woman feel special! “listen t’me— you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, y’know that?”

(nsfw) — reiner loves when you treat him to a surprise blowie during work. he’s up to the usual, arranging things around the barn and tending to the animals. you then make your entrance, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him from behind. your plump lips curve into a sensual smile as you ask him, “can I steal you for a moment, baby? it won’t be for too long, I swear it.” in an instant, he's allowing you to pull him away from his duties, unknowing of where you’re taking him, but also uncaring because he’d allow you to do whatever you please. he follows you with the goofiest smile plastered on his charming face, because he knows that he’s about to receive the most knee-buckling blowjob of his entire goddamn life. you bring him into the hayloft, pushing him against the red-painted wall until he’s flat against it. you drop to your knees and bring his jeans down with you. “fuck, darlin’… kiss the tip ‘fa me.” he moans lowly. you do as he wishes, suckling on his cockhead with the most beautiful, glistening eyes. you’re so eager to please, and it makes him throb on your tongue. with a hand at the back of your head, he guides you further onto him until you’ve swallowed the entirety of his fat dick. reiner ruts his hips, fucking into your wet mouth. you always know just how to make him feel so good, so loved. he adores you like nothing else. “oh, that’s it, honey, right there… atta girl.”

(nsfw) — the bondage kink on this man is insane, I tell you! cowboy reiner loves to keep your hands tied behind your back and watch you squirm against the rope. “rei,” in a breathless whine, his name falls from your plush lips. you wiggle your ass in the air for him, anticipating his next move. he takes you from the back, raw-dogging your pussy with a merciless pace. you truly wonder where he gets all this unparalleled energy to drill you into the bed, especially considering all the hard work he puts into maintaining the farm every day. one large hand of his stays planted on your waist, hastily grabbing, while the other holds onto your tied hands for leverage. he delivers harsh, deep-reaching thrusts, with his firm hips sharply smacking against you from behind. your wrists struggle against the rope, and he can tell just how desperate you are to touch him. his gaze is fixated on your soft body; every jiggle of your ass and ripple of your thighs is more hypnotizing than the last. you mewl for him, stuttering out something along the lines of ‘t—too much!’ … reiner leans down until his chest grazes the arch of your back, so that he can say, “quit alla-that whinin’, woman.” he clicks his teeth, flooding your ears with that sexy southern drawl of his. “y’can take it all, you’ve done it before.”

(nsfw) — we all know it, the entire goddamn fandom knows it: cowboy reiner has a massive fucking breeding kink! he wants nothing more than to get you pregnant by stuffing your pliant womb with his thick loads of cum. giving you a creampie makes him go completely wild; he watches his seed drip down your slit with hitched breath. a sight such as that is enough to get him hard all over again. the lust takes over, and he’s thinking with his dick for the next three rounds. plowing into you and rubbing at your puffed clit with calloused fingertips, reiner asks, “want me to come inside you? hm?” he gently holds onto your chin, directing your gaze to him. you dazedly look at your husband, pulsing around his thick cock. seeing how fucked-out you are makes his chest swell with the utmost pride. his greatest achievement is being able to please you. “tell me how bad y’fuckin’ want it, baby.” he rasps. your pleading moans urge him to release for you. his warm, pearly arousal seeps into you for the nth time that night. all he wants is to fill you up until you’re walking funny, with your leg shaking from all the stimulation. or, at least until that little stick comes out positive one day. having you grow plump with his child is his ultimate fantasy. “you’d look so stunnin’ as a mama, carryin’ my baby… don’t’cha think so, sugar?”

(nsfw) — reiner likes to let you wear his cowboy hat while you ride him. mounting onto your husband with your legs on either side of his hips, you straddle him. your dainty hands are planted on his broad chest for balance. he pulls off his iconic hat, hair cutely tousled from wearing it all day, before sitting up to place it on your head. “since you’ll be the one ridin’ tonight. giddyup, cowgirl.” he teases with a slick grin. you tip the hat with a breathy laugh before sinking down on his fat dick, maintaining sharp eye contact with him as your throbbing cunt takes him in little by little, until your clit’s grounded and snug against the dark-blonde tufts of his happy trail. his warm palms rub along your body as you swivel your hips, slamming down on all nine girthy inches that he has to offer. he watches your tits bounce, one manicured hand of yours squeezing at your left boob while the other holds onto his hat that rests upon the crown of your head. you rock back and forth with fervor, and he swears he can feel every spongy ridge of your contracting pussy. he throws his head back onto the pillows and gazes at you with the prettiest set of honey-golden eyes, hooded and lust-blown. gravelly moans fall past his agape lips as he spurs you on, giving your ass a thorough smack, “bounce on it, jus’ like that— yeah, fuck daddy’s cock.”

#i love me some cowboy reinerrrrr #Reiner smut #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x black reader #reiner x black reader smut #Reiner Braun x black reader smut #reiner Braun #reiner headcannons #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #reiner brainrot #cowboy reiner #— harmoni answers #— (anon!) #— harmoni writes #thanks so much for dropping by love! 💘🫶🏾 #— (.reiner) #reiner braun x y/n #reiner braun x you #reiner braun fluff #reiner fluff #— (drabbles!) #— (reiner drabbles!) #୨୧ — isla writes #୨୧ — mira writes! #౨ৎ — 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈!

[helluvapoison]

im on my hands and knees for some good velvette content- i want to SERVE her bro, i've been thinking of an idea where a reader (and if you'd like, maybe a bodyguard?? you've already drabbled w it eheeheh) helps her get out of something during a show, listening to her every word (even if you feign some reluctance) while helping her out of stockings and a rather fancy suit/dress that has much too many buttons for the next planned "activity" IDK THAT OR LITERALLY ANYTHING. ANYTHING W HER

Allow Me

Velvette x Reader

imagine helping velvette get comfortable after a shitty day

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• As usual she’s on the phone when she comes in, wiggling her fingers at you in greeting while her eyes glare forward

• You watch her begin to loosen the silk scarf around her neck four times only to snap her hand away, gesturing wildly as she shouted at some unlucky soul on the other end of the call

• Having had enough, you pushed to your feet and strolled over to where Velvette stormed in a circle, using expressions like “diffusion line” or “conglomerate” that went over your head

• “Your head must be fucking buried in the ground for you to have missed that, Joanne! Last I checked you’re not an ostrich! Fucking fix it!”

• You got that one easily enough

• Her sneer faltered upon noticing you. She never liked to aim her fury in your direction but you willingly came into her line of sight, reaching out and undoing the knot around her neck

• Velvette’s eyes soften ever so slightly as you work silently. Her lips part but you’re denied whatever she was going to say. She whips her head to the side yelling, “The papers? Why the fuck I would I be asking you to fix a typo on paper!? We’re VoxTec! That’s digital, you half wit!”

• You fold the silk accessory and place it on her vanity, not wanting to try and decipher Vel’s intricate organization process (She tried explaining it to you once, you didn’t make it further than shoes)

• Returning before her, noting the way her brows jump in surprise, you slide a finger into the short sleeve of her coat. She immediately understands what you’re doing and slips her arm out, shifting the phone into that hand so you can take the coat off entirely

• She watches intensely, like you’re doing something wrong, as you hang her coat over a chair

• It makes you hesitate for the next part of your plan

• You take her hand and ease her onto the burgundy, chaise lounge couch. You kneel and start pulling loose the many laces on her knee high boots

• You’re too busy with your tedious mission that you miss the first smile Velvette wears today. You wouldn’t have guessed it either, what with how she keeps swearing at her assistant

• Bestowing the next boot the same treatment, you move on to peel away her socks. You slide her fuzzy (but not tacky) slippers out from under the couch and glide them on her feet

• Velvette’s eyes follow you as you walk away from her, masking her disappointment by pursing her lips

• She pats the side of the couch when you return with her favorite bedazzled cup, quietly ordering you to sit. Putting the call on mute, her legs swing over and drape over your own when you obey, “You didn’t take off my makeup.”

• Quirking a suspicious brow you shake your head, “You wouldn’t let me if I tried.”

• “No,” She sighs, “You’d mess it up.”

• “It’s coming off your face, how would I— Y’know you make it impossible to wanna help you.”

• “That’s because I don’t need help. Consider yourself lucky that I even let you.” Velvette takes a sip of the drink you prepared, blinking at you expectantly

• Throwing an arm around the couch you lean in closer than you ever had before, “I consider myself downright blessed to be in your presence.”

• Sarcasm oozed from your tone but it didn’t stop the need to block your view with her phone, tapping away as if unfazed. She’d literally die if you knew you made her blush

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ this was so much fun to do! i didn’t explicitly say cannibal!reader but i totally pictured them/ a bodyguard reader for this

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanons #velvette headcanon #velvette imagine #velvette x reader

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

lmao idk if this is even any good but all i want is levi ackerman taking care of me during the times that my brain's being mean to me :(

Who You Are | Levi Ackerman Hurt/Comfort Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.7k ✧ notes ➼ hurt/comfort, negative self-talk, levi being comforting in his levi way, explicit descriptions of depression (specifically the catatonia)

You could tell it was another one of those days.

You weren't surprised, but you sure were disappointed. You had gone to bed telling yourself that today would be better, that this recent episode had finally passed.

Your body felt heavy, like you could barely move. Even adjusting the blanket when you got too warm, and peeling your eyes open to check to time felt as effortful as dragging an oversized briefcase up the flight of stairs to your apartment when the elevator was down.

Now that you thought about it, you noted that the briefcase might actually be easier than this.

Not only did you feel heavy, but you also felt numb. You were barely present and you felt like the world was passing by around you, as if you were an outsider simply watching. You could likely receive devastating news and not feel a single thing.

You couldn't get yourself to cry. Oh how you wished that you could finally cry.

Getting up was impossible. You felt like your bladder was going to explode. The bathroom was only a few steps away—but you couldn't get yourself to move.

You were miserable. Getting up was miserable. Lying in bed was miserable. Falling asleep was miserable. Everything was just miserable.

Things had been getting better for a while. You would convince yourself that it was over, that you had finally 'beaten' your depression, that you were on the right meds, doing the right things, taking care of yourself, and practicing all of your therapy skills.

Then out of nowhere, it'd hit like a truck. The monster known as depression would engulf you in the blink of an eye, and you'd find yourself suddenly confined to the four walls of your bedroom, wrapped inside your blanket as if you were in a cocoon, begging to yourself and counting down the seconds until the depressive episode passed.

Sometimes it did. Other times it didn't.

You peaked one eye out of the blanket as you heard the door to the bedroom open, watching as your boyfriend sat down next to you.

"Rough day?" Levi's voice was gentle and quiet. He had seen you like this for the past few days, so he wasn't all that surprised when he came home and noticed that you were still in bed.

You buried your face into the blanket, ashamed to tell him that you've yet to actually get up even though it was late into the afternoon.

Levi's eyes scanned your body, noticing that your hair was still messy, and that you were still wearing the clothes that you had gone to sleep in the previous night. His gaze wandered towards your nightstand, seeing that the water he had left out for you that morning was untouched, which likely meant that you couldn't get yourself to take your meds for the day.

His eyes furrowed together with concern. Although he wanted to, he knew that asking you about if you had taken your meds or grabbed a bite to eat was just going to make you feel worse.

"Wanna go on a drive with me?" he finally spoke up, gently lowering the blanket away from your face so he could see you better. "Gotta pick something up from the office."

You remained silent as he cupped your cheek with his hand, gently running his thumb across your cheek.

You did usually enjoy your drives with him, even if it didn't feel like it right now.

"You don't even have to change. Take the blanket with you if you wanna keep being a burrito."

You saw the edge of his lips slightly tug up as he playfully commented on your cocoon. If you were feeling better, you'd chuckle with him, but you instead just stuck your bottom lip out in a small pout.

Still, a pouty look in your eyes was better than an empty one. That counted as progress.

"...it'll get dirty," you finally spoke up, your voice hoarse from the fact that you hadn't had a drink of water since the night before.

"We have other blankets," Levi reasoned. "Take the fucking blanket."

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You compromised and brought the throwover blanket from the couch with you instead. You were surprised that you had the energy to make the swap instead of just dragging yourself out with the duvet that had been providing you shelter for a few days straight.

Levi had said he needed something from his office, but you knew he was lying. It was likely that whatever he needed to grab wasn't actually that important and could've waited until after the weekend. You knew he was already busy enough as is, which only resulted in you feeling terrible about the fact that he was putting in extra time and effort to attempt to help you feel better.

You sat in comfortable silence as he drove, with you snuggled up in the blanket on the passenger's seat. Your chair was reclined enough so that you were leaning backwards, but were still sitting. The gentle hum of the car helped provide some comfort, although it was barely noticeable.

You eventually looked over at him as he pulled to a stop. You were now at the drive-thru at the local cafe. You listened passively as Levi ordered himself a fresh cup of Earl Grey, shaking your head when he glanced over at you to see if you wanted something.

Levi placed his tea in his cupholder and then placed a small cup of yogurt in yours, indicating that it was there for you if you could get yourself to eat without making you feel too pressured if you couldn't.

When the car came to a stop again, you sighed. He had driven the two of you to the park where you first met and a slight hint of light appeared in your eyes as you were able to pull up the happy memory despite the depressive funk you currently found yourself in.

The back windows of the car were cracked open to let in some fresh air. While you had a brief moment of respite upon seeing that you were at the park, the thoughts of inadequacy quickly returned, swirling in your head like a storm that refused to let up.

Levi looked over at you, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion once he heard you mumble an apology.

"For what?"

Your voice was barely audible and you weren't even looking at him as you spoke. He vaguely heard you say something about being useless.

Noticing that he wasn't responding, you looked up at him, seeing a look in his eyes that resembled one of exasperation, but not quite so. The expression communicated that while he wasn't expecting the comment at this moment, he wasn't surprised by it either.

"Is that you," he began, poking at your forehead, "or that little voice in your head talking?"

Your lips downturned into a pout, both at his question and the way that he was reacting. You knew that he was being gentler since he knew that you weren't in the headspace for his usual commentary. While Levi Ackerman was not one to sugarcoat and say things for the sake of appearing affectionate alone, he also wasn't a dick. He wasn't going to put more distress on you when you already felt like you were drowning.

"You're not useless," he eventually said with a sigh. "I know that feels like a wild concept right now, so you don't have to believe it—but you're here."

He gestured towards your body, including the blanket that was wrapped around you.

"You dragged your ass out of bed and into this car despite feeling like shit," he continued, "and don't start with saying that I forced you because I didn't. You did that on your own."

The little things counted, even if it really was just moving from laying down in bed to sitting in the passenger seat of Levi's car.

"...'m sorry for being a burden," you whispered.

"You're not," Levi interjected, barely allowing you to finish your sentence. "Even if you were, I love you for who you are, not just what you can do or accomplish."

He leaned forward once he noticed that you weren't responding and grabbed onto your hand, gently shaking you to get your attention.

"Hey, look at me," he commanded, his tone of voice a bit more firm.

He gestured towards the blanket and the fact that you were wrapped up in it.

"This does not define who you are. It's a part of you, and we've accepted that," he said before poking at your forehead again, "but it doesn't change who you are."

You felt your eyes begin to heat up as he spoke the words that you needed to hear—that you were more than just your depression, and that no matter how much your depression was weighing you down right now, that he still, and always will, see you as the same person that he fell in love with all those years ago.

The tears threatening to gather in your eyes was a sign of progress. At least you were feeling something now.

Noticing that his words had struck a chord within you, he pulled you into him, placing his hand on the back of your head as you buried your face into the nape of his neck, giving you the space to simply exist and process those emotions you were finally able to get yourself to feel again.

Depression was a bitch to live with. The moment you were told that this could be something you'd always have to deal with from time to time, and that it's hard to say if it'll ever truly go away—you were mortified. The idea of having to do this randomly, with there being nothing you could do to stop it made you want to cry and give up—but Levi was always there to pick you back up.

Although you were still the one that had to drag yourself up, Levi kept you from falling further into the trenches. Unlike everyone else that either looked at you with pity or continued to mutter empty phrases like "it'll pass" or "you'll get better", Levi just accepted you for who you were—because as he said, whether you lived with depression or not, he would always love you for who you were.

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Hey um can you do platonic task force 141 with a gender neutral child reader who is like Six from little nightmare

The team find the child eating fresh meat in the old basement(first meet)

Child reader can only said a few words

Summary: The team find you in a dusty basement under stranger circumstances. Price comes to find out you love causing chaos back at base.

Proofread: kinda

Pairing: Task Force 141 ! Platonic x Child!Reader

WordCount: SHORT ASF SO SO SORRY

Age Rating:

Codename:

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: I have writer's block - apologies! Gore, COD STUFF, descriptive eating & smell and other heavy described behaviours and scene, cursing, (IDK Little Nightmares too well so bare with me on this one)

Request?: YES

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Soap detonates the breach on the door, the hinge’s getting ripped from the frame. The heavy bolts falling to the ground with a clack, the dust fills the air, darkness shrouding the staircase down to the basement of the building. Ghost’s eyes scan his surroundings through the night vision, the power went out just as they breached the front door of the building. “Basement breached” Soap states over the comms, Price’s voices crackles to life acknowledging them.

The stench from the basement makes all the mens spines shiver, the smell of something rotting urges the bile to bubble in their throats. Ghost is beyond thankful he’s wearing a balaclava to help limit the smell, yet the acid and musky smell still makes it to his nose. “Steamin’ jesus. What the hell is that smell” Soap mumbles, attempting to cover his nose with his shoulder, keeping his gun raised. “I have no clue but it makes me wanna be sick” Gaz states, his eyes watering. Both him and Price just met up with Ghost and Soap as they started descending the stairs. “Get this over and done with so we can get air boys” Price grumbles, following behind his team.

Ghost steps onto the floor quietly, his eyes peeled for any movement. He checks the doorway before entering a room off to the side, Gaz and Price at the other door to the other room. Soap taps Ghost’s shoulder, his eyes locked onto something in the dark corner of the room. “The hell is that” the Scotsman questions, his eyes not moving away from the small being hunched over in the corner. The yellow jacket adorning its back is stained with god knows what, clearly dirty, the small tears can be seen. The wet crunching sounds can be heard from the corner, the sound of flesh tearing and snuffles. Almost sounds like a dog got into the meat locker and going crazy m, eating the meat as fast as it can. “Price, you might wanna come over here” Ghost states, Price walks over asking what’s going on. Gaz behind him.

“The bloody hell is that” the older man questions, his brows furrowed as he steps forward. He’s not sure what to do, from this angle it looks like a child. But that’s what they are all hoping for, and not some kind estranged person that’s gone psychotic in the dark basement over a long period of time. Which could possibly be true as well, highly likely in reality. All the men jump backwards when the small being turns around, their wide eyes staring at them like beady little bugs in the night. “Mother of god” Soap curses as he watches the sickening red blood drip from the child’s mouth, his stomach twisting as he realises it’s eating raw meat. Fresh, raw meat. Everyone in the room wants to gag and leave, but Price picks up the courage and approaches the kid.

Soap watches their captain with disgust, Gaz has his hand covering his mouth as Ghost just stares. His brows furrowed behind his mask, his own stomach churning like a raging storm. By the time Price manages to pick the child up, they have only said very few words. The words were very mumbled with the likes of not knowing English and how to speak too well. “Where take me?” Was the main thing they were saying, questions where the team was taking them when they made their way out of the damp and rotting basement.

The team settles down on the plane, they keep a good distance between themselves and the child as they are not too sure what exactly is up with the kid. Gaz managed to clean their face, as the smell of blood and the look of deep red dripping to the floor was not helping his stomach one bit. The kids' yellow raincoat was something they all kinda looked at with curiosity, why were they in a yellow raincoat if they were in a basement? By the time they got to base, everyone got comfortable seeing the kid staring at them with curiosity, like every child. The one that piqued the kids interest the most was Ghost, of course, the skull mask and quiet, brooding demeanour and cold eyes always seemed to gain the attention of anyone. Especially a kid no matter what they were doing beforehand.

*Random interactions at base*

The sound of small feet sprinting down the corridor and lightly giggles gained Price’s attention from his office, the door was open slightly. The room was stuffy after a hot day so he wanted to air it out, which went through the windows and the door was open. “YOU WEE ANKLEBITER C’MERE!” A scottish accent yells out, thunderous boots hitting the cement floor. Price is looking at his door, contemplating if he should go out to check on them. “Not my circus, not my monkeys” he repeats, his words getting cut off by the yelling of another voice. “JOHNNY! WHERE IS MY MASK!” This time it’s a Manchester accent, more specifically Ghost’s. “My circus my monkeys” Price repeats quickly as he gets up from his desk quickly, pushing his door open to see a very much pissedoff Simon Riley stalking down the corridor. You could practically see the fire behind the man's eyes. “You’re a dead man Soap!” The Brit yells, passing Price quickly. Price pinches his brow as he follows after the raging man, concerned for Soap’s safety more so over yours. Knowing full well that Ghost wouldn't lay a finger on you, but would gladly give Soap a new bruise to add to his plentiful collection of colours.

Price turns the corner to see you, perched on a shelf, Ghost’s mask tucked in hands with a large cheeky grin spread across your face. Your eyes covered by the mop of hair, you screamed when they tried to cut it. Your yellow coat overtop one of the boy’s old shirts and some basketball shorts they took from a rookie. Price glances over to the other side of the room, Ghost has Soap cornered, he looks like he is watching all his life flash before his eyes in one go. “Kid…. Please. Just give his mask back before someone gets hurt” you look at Price your head tilts to the side in question.

Price just sighs as he watches the team yell at eachother, and you just fuel the raging chaos.

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So sorry it’s so short! I just couldn’t think of anything!! ;-;

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Characters: Emerald Haywood

From: NOPE (2022) Dir. Jordan Peele

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: Some general headcanons (as well as a few high!emerald haywood) for final girl Emerald Haywood!

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drug usage (cannabis), suggestive themes

A/N: I’m a whore for black women, that's literally the only reason for this. Thanks to @babyboiboyega for inspo for the high!em headcanons....yes this was a long while ago BUT it's something to post while my laptop is still in the shop lol.

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Emerald don’t play about what she want. If its one thing her daddy taught her, its that if you want something, you put in all you got to get it. So best believe that if you catch her attention, and she comes up to you, she’s already been plotting on you for a minute, and has a sureproof plan of making you hers

Emerald is so in tune with her masculine and feminine energies that it throws you off sometimes. It’s incredibly attractive to you, and the slightest switch in tone or the softest touch on your hip has you quivering and on your knees.

Emerald always has to have some sort of physical contact with you, no matter where you are. She doesn’t care if she’s talking to her brother or to the president, her arm is always around your waist or your shoulders, or she’s always holding your hand. Cuz god forbid if these niggas think they have a chance with you. You’re hers and she’s gonna proudly show the entire world that.

Date nights are always fun and adventurous, never a dull moment with Emerald. Whether it be hitting up a burger joint or crashing at a festival or just stargazing out on the ranch, whatever you do with Emerald always leaves you happy and not wanting the night to end. Though she shushes you with an all-too passionate kiss and reassures you that there’ll always be another date, and that you're always welcome to stay the night at her place, because she’d be lying if she said she’s had enough of you, either.

Emerald is the type to always wanna facetime or video call you when both of yall are away from each other, and she’ll keep you on it with no remorse because she wants to see your pretty face and hear your pretty voice. Even when you say you're getting tired and that you’ll talk to her later, she’ll whine and say she wants to stay on the phone because she misses you and your voice. All that only to proceed to make fun of you when and if you do fall asleep on facetime the next day.

There’s two types of High!Emerald that you can get whatever she lights up a blunt. The first one is this giggly, happy go lucky emerald who has a never ending loop of jokes spilling from her lips, and is always tripping on shit - physically and figuratively. But that other High!Emerald is a rather…dangerous persona…

high!Emerald Haywood

High!Emerald who, if you're sitting on her lap, doesn’t let you up no matter what, because she just has to have her hands on you when her mind is muddled with smoke.

High!Emerald who has these dark, half-lidded eyes that make you all timid, hot and bothered because fuck, she looks so hot under the influence, and she knows it, and uses that against you every chance she gets.

High!Emerald who talks to you in this low, honey smooth tone, her voice dropping an octave and she either stares right into your eyes as she talks or she leans right into your ear to make sure you hear every word shes saying, and totally not because she loves watching you squirm at the way her voice alone gets to you

High!Emerald who sits back in her chair, manspreading, definitely checking you out while you're walking around the room. Especially if you're wearing next to nothing, cuz you know exactly what you be doing too. Whether its a tight tank or one of her shirts/hoodies and some short shorts, it drives her absolutely insane, more so when she’s high. She’ll motion for you to come to her, with a low “c'mere” that has your knees weak already

High!Emerald who, if you try to lift yourself off her lap, pulls you back down just as quick, muttering “where you goin’” with a hum as she dives into your neck, littering kisses along your throat that make your breath hitch. Her skillful fingers dance under your top, and she could care less about her brother downstairs or your folks in the next room, because when Emerald wants to hear your pretty voice, she’s going to get what she wants.

High!Emerald is so mean when she’s teasing you, saying ‘you gotta be quiet for me pretty girl’ even though she knows very well you won’t be able to, cuz you’re already a whimpering mess begging for more of her teasing, fleeting touch.

High!Emerald, who if she’s feeling mean enough, will just leave you be after she’s had her fill of your delicious sounds, leaving you a mess in her chair, near tears. But if she’s nice, which, she normally is anyway, she’ll indulge you, because she just can’t help to see her pretty baby teary eyed and unsatisfied

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Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 2.1k

Includes- Quickie, blow job, cock riding, noona kink, multiple orgasms, members teasing Jongho, fluff

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Jongho POV

I hurriedly change into the performance outfit so I can get back and spend time with my girlfriend before I have to perform

She's my first girlfriend ever, one of the makeup artists for ATEEZ and I'm completely in love with her

Have been even before we got together

I was so fucking painfully shy that she had to ask me out

I know normally guys don't like that but I was relieved and I really didn't care who asked who out as long as I was able to be with her

I love her so much and she's everything

As soon as I get back into the dressing room, my girlfriend catches my eye then beelines for me

She takes my hand and drags me behind her

"Uh jagi?"

"Shush baby. Just come with me", she says

Getting me in an empty room, she locks it and pushes me against the arm chair, undoing my belt

Oh

She's horny

And suddenly so am I but she always has that effect on me

"I hate when they put you all in black baby."

She does?

I thought she liked me all in black

"You do?"

"Yes, when you're performing", she answers, pulling my pants and boxers down, then pushing me back until I'm sitting on the arm chair

"You're so fucking hot and I just want you so much. It's like they do it on purpose to turn me on"

Oh my god, I can't believe this is really happening to me

Usually it's one of the other guys being dragged for sex before a performance

But now it's me

I'm completely shocked and so excited

I get so turned on when she kneels down in front of me

She licks up my length, making me shiver

"It's so unfair"

She takes my head in her mouth, sucking softly, pleasure running through me

"Fuck noona", I groan watching her

She moves away making me whine

"Then on top of everything, they put your hair like that"

Yeah I know she likes my hair styled back

It's her favorite

And I'll do it for her like this anytime

She goes back on me, sucking harder than before, taking more of me in her mouth

"Yeah, good baby girl, suck faster", I moan

She listens, her mouth working hard

Moving down, she gets me all in and I feel myself slide into her throat

Fuck yes, I love when she does this

Her tongue runs all over me

"God noona, your mouth is the best"

She actually smirks around my cock and goddamn it it's so hot

She moves back up my length, then slides down fast, my cock hitting her throat

She keeps moving that way over and over, pleasure blasting me

I'm gonna cum but I don't want to

I want to fuck her first

"Nnnn...noona sss....stop", I choke out

She does and moves off me, looking at me confused

"Wanna fuck you", I get out

She stands up nodding

Taking her hand I pull her to me, then move my hands under her skirt

I peel her panties off her, then tell her, "Get on noona"

She smirks, straddling me and immediately taking me inside her

She bottoms me out quickly and both of us moan loudly

"Nice and tight baby girl", I whimper, "And so wet"

Her hands go to my shirt, unbuttoning it

"Wanna see my baby boy's body", she whispers

Getting the last button open, she pushes the shirt open, her hands instantly running up and down my chest and stomach

"I love when you touch me noona", I tell her

I do

Her hands are small and they feel so good running all over

I especially love when she runs her fingers up and down my back

That's the best and sends so many shivers down my spine

It feels so good when I'm fucking her

"Take your shirt off", I ask

She pulls her shirt up and over her head, her see through bra in my face

It needs to come off too

I nod at her bra and she unclasps it, throwing next to her shirt

I love when she undresses herself for me

I love doing it too but there's just something about her stripping for me that gets me off

Putting my hands under her skirt, I gently run my fingers on her thighs

"Bounce noona"

She slowly starts sliding up and down my shaft, her soft moans getting louder the faster she moves

She keeps going, getting a good pace going, her cunt squeezing me as she moves, pleasure all over me

"Good girl. Riding me so well", I whisper

My eyes move up her body slowly, watching her boobs bounce for a little

Then I keep moving my eyes up to her beautiful face

She's watching me watch her, biting her bottom lip

God, she's like sex in human form

And she's mine

She leans on my abs that she loves touching and kissing and licking, fucking herself right on my head, rubbing into her spot

Her cunt is like a waterfall, so fucking wet and I'm glad she took my pants off

"Jonghie", she whines, circling her hips, legs shaking around my waist

"C'mon noona", I whisper, holding her skirt up, watching her pussy ride me, "Cum for me and I'll fuck you into another orgasm"

"Fuck, fuck, baby fuck", she whines, pulsing around my cock so hard as she cums, "Jonghie"

"Yes baby", I moan, the pleasure increasing so much

Fuck, her orgasms are the ultimate pleasure for me

Incredible and the way her cunt works my cock is perfect, the way she creams my cock amazing

As she orgasms, I hold her hips hard and thrusts up right into her spot

She screams in pleasure, her hands gripping my wrists

I bring her down while I thrust meeting her moves, making me slam into her cunt hard, slamming into her soot

She lets me keep moving her as I thrust

It's ok, I can fuck her just fine this way

I can't tear my eyes from her, her head leaning back, moans spilling from her mouth, sweat rolling down her body

Ethereal

She's ethereal

Her cunt is so tight, pulsing between the sharp clenches, driving me crazy, keeping me in bliss

I want her orgasm

Now

"One more noona. Cum on me", I moan, "You want to. I can feel it"

She's pulsing on my cock so hard, right there

I thrust up again and she yells loudly, shaking on me, going crazy on my cock

"Jongho! Yes Jongho!", she cries

"Fuck baby!", I yell too, slamming her down on me and coming deep in her, pure pleasure running through me, "Joanne, baby girl"

She always makes me cum so fucking good

She rocks on me, prolonging my orgasm and I love it

"Fuck noona", I whimper, closing my eyes

"Oh my god, Jongho got some!"

My eyes snap open, immediately looking at the door

Wooyoung and San are standing there smirking, with Seonghwa, Yeosang, Hongjoong and Yunho looking at us with their mouth dropped

I immediately grab her arms, pulling her against me and wrapping my arms around me to keep her against me

They're not seeing my girlfriend's body

Not a change in hell

Yunho, Yeosang and Hongjoong turn and walk away

"Look at you, getting fucked before a performance", San laughs

"I knew you had it in you!", Wooyoung teases

"He has such a noona kink. He even calls her that during sex", Seonghwa says gleefully

"Get the fuck out!", I snarl

"You guys were so loud, we already knew what you were doing", Seonghwa informs me

Fuck

Everyone knows?

"Jesus", she whispers, against my neck

"The youngest finally fucked in public where anyone can walk in. Congratulations, welcome to the club"

"Shut the fuck up!", I yell

They need to stop teasing us in front of her

"Get the fuck out now"

"Sure. Hurry up, we're going on in fifteen minutes. And it looks like you need a stylist to fix you"

"Fuck you", I shout

I'm so fucking angry

Why do they have to be such jerks?

Why do they have to try and embarrass me?

Like I said, she's my first girlfriend and they've teased me nonstop for the seven months we've been together

The only one who doesn't is Yeosang and that's because she's his best friend

But he doesn't tell the guys to cut it out though

It's just so fucking irritating

I get maybe making fun of me the first month or so

But not constantly for the whole time I've been with her

Assholes

She sits up slightly, looking down at me, softly running her fingers in my hair, "Don't let them get to you baby"

"They're just so fucking annoying", I say frustratedly

"I know baby but don't pay attention to them. They're just upset they're not getting any"

I crack a smile at that

She always knows what to say to make me feel better

I sit up, keeping her in my lap, my arms around her waist, "I just...I don't want them to embarrass you"

"Please baby, I know they're idiots. Nothing they say bothers me"

I wish I could be like her but they bother me

They know what buttons to push

"I...I don't want to be embarrassed either, jagi", I tell her, "Not because I want to be with you. I...I also don't want you to think I'm always angry or that I can't take teasing or I'm stuck up. I don't...want you to think badly of me"

She shakes her head, "I don't baby. I know you Jongho, I know how you are, I know that the teasing is getting to be too much. I know you're not always angry, I know you're not stuck up. And I know you can take jokes and slight teasing. But not relentless teasing"

"Are you sure?", I ask

I'm so scared of doing anything that will cause me to lose her and sometimes it makes me insecure

Her hand lifts my face to hers, a small smile on her face, "I'm sure. I know you're a great guy baby. I know how sweet you are, how funny, how caring, how kind. I know how you'll do anything for those dummies even when they're assholes. I wouldn't be with you if you weren't an amazing man. I know you are and it's why I love you."

My breath hitches as I gaze at her, "You love me?"

She smiles, "Caught that huh?"

I nod, my heart pounding, "Is it true?"

She nods, "Yeah Jonghie. I actually love you so much. It was so easy to fall in love with you and I have since close to the beginning of our relationship. I just didn't know how to tell you"

"I love you Jo. So much", I confess, watching her smile widen

"Yeah?"

I nod, "I...I actually uh...well...I fell for you before you asked me out"

"I know what you mean Jonghie. I had feelings for you when we got together and it changed to love really fast"

I smile at her, pulling her to me, kissing her sweet lips

Her arms wrap around my neck, kissing me back

I'm literally on cloud nine

When the kiss ends, she leans her forehead against mine, "Let's get dressed baby and show them that the stupid shit they say doesn't affect us"

I nod, feeling better about the whole situation

She kisses me quickly, then both of us quickly get our clothes back on

She looks at me, tilting her head, "You look fine baby. Maybe your hair just needs a little fixing but you don't need all the stylists fixing you like they said"

I nod, glad that I don't look like a mess and they were just exaggerating

Taking her hand, we walk back to the dressing room

"Well look who decided to come back", San teases immediately

I stiffen but then I feel her hand squeezing mine and when I look at her she just smiles

"Took you long enough to get back here", Seonghwa laughs

"Think they went for round two?", Wooyoung adds

"Don't be fucking jealous just because you're not getting any", I snap, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and San's eyes widening

"I'm not-", Wooyoung starts

"Yeah you are. It's why you're running your big mouths", I continue, hearing her giggle next to me, "Mind your own business and go get laid"

They're mouths drop, staring at me in disbelief while Yeosang laughs next to them

I tug her hand, leading her to a hair stylist so I can get my hair fixed

"Why are you laughing?", San snaps at Yeosang

"Because he put you three in your place", Yeosang answers, "You guys finally pushed him too far and he snapped

I'm glad at least someone recognizes their shit

"You're amazing baby", she says, leaning down and kissing my cheek

"Thanks jagi", I smile, holding our hands up and kissing the back of hers

After the stylists fixes my hair, her and I sit on one of the couches, cuddling until it's time for us to perform

#jongho smut #jongho fanfic #choi jongho smut #choi jongho fanfic #ateez jongho smut #ateez smut #ateez fanfic

[thewriterg]

♡︎Winnie the Pooh♡︎

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Fem!reader, Dad!Tom x Mom!reader

Summary: You were a stubborn women just about everyone in your life knew that but Tom will put his foot down no matter what when it comes to your health —flufftober;day 10—

Word count: 800+

Warning(s): Sleep deprivation, going into detail of breastfeeding, stress, bad habits, and concerned Tom

A/n: —GIF isn’t mine— I was literally half dead sleep when I wrote this so waking up and correcting typos

Tom had rolled over in bed going to throw an arm over you when his fell into the mattress of the result of your side of the bed being empty this had your Husband peeling his eyes open reading the red number on your bedside clock

3:52 am

It was witches hour and while Tom thought as rationally as he could sense he was still half asleep Sitting up in his place he reached for his glasses and began to look around the room your bathroom light wasn’t on so that idea left as soon as it came

Pushing his tussled curls out of his face Tom rose from his bed taking not a short second to stretch before he made it way out the door of your room and into your hallway going to the place he’d thought he find you first the nursery but when he opened the door to not see you nor the baby he couldn’t help but furrow his brows

The rocking chair you favorited was left untouched and the honey pot nightlight you used to see was left off after standing in the middle of the nursery for a short while the Winnie and the Pooh stickers stared back at him before moving on to the next room

Tom had checked all of upstairs including guest bedrooms before he started his trail down the stairs of your home before turning the corner tho where the kitchen was you could see a dimly lit light seeping into the hallway

Without another waisted second Tom had quickly walked Into your office you were sitting at your desk a baby wrap securing Y/b/n to your chest while they fed from you and if you listened close enough you could hear the soft suckling noises

You on the other hand had rested your head against your palm with a set of index cards, at least three different notebooks, and a textbook In front of you your eyes were bloodshot and glossy and the bags under your eyes grew and by the looks of it you didn’t even know that Tom had entere

“Hey mama, what are you doing it’s late” Your husband had made his his way in front of your desk before walking to the side of you now squatting in his position looking up at your face never taking his eyes off you

“Oh, well they were crying and I uhh just decided to get some studying in” Tom tilted his head at that pressing his lips into a straight line it was one of the hardest weeks you were all having in your household to the point where you would start to tie it with the week of your delivery date

You had been working your ass off. You were on the road of graduating college at 22, Continually promoting the movie that you’d starred in with interviews and pr, and overall handling being a mom.

You both had talked about this and Tom couldn’t help but be a bit frustrated that you had so many things on your plate and you wouldn’t let him take something off your shoulders

It wasn’t like you had openly said no, that’s not what you said at all but You and Tom had repeated discussions about You letting him take the baby more often and even brought up the idea to start breast pumping

But yet here you were again up with your baby at the crack of dawn.

“Baby you.. you can’t keep doing this to yourself” Tom had sat his warm hand on your thigh rubbing his thumb back and forth and it almost could’ve put you to sleep hell anything could’ve put you to sleep in that moment

“I just, wanna be a good Mom but i-it’s so hard trying to juggle everything by myself ” Your voice began to crack and Tom could cry at how you began to break down

“Hey,hey, hey.. You are a wonderful Mom Y/n you’re the worlds greatest one but honey I have to put my foot down I can’t keep letting you go on like this” You we’re both hand in hand and the pad of your thumb ran over the cold gold of Toms wedding band before You nodded 

“You’re going to get six to seven hours of sleep minimum, You are going to eat three meals a day, You do not walk into that nursery past twelve, and you will not be in this office past ten understand?” While your husband listed your new rules you couldn’t help but softly smile to yourself because you knew how much he cared and that you were a team, you always had been.

“Come on we’re gonna get you both to bed” Tom had smiled back at You before standing to his full height and holding out his hand for you to take as you both left your office hiking up the stairs

That early morning night you didn’t lift your head from your pillow once and you didn’t wake up to at least eleven In the morning all your alarms and notifications silenced with pancakes in bed

You couldn’t ask for a better partner

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x yn #dad!tom #mom!reader #fem!reader #fluff #flufftober #kinktober #romance #october #fall 2022 #i love you #thewriterg

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

WW: I’m insatiable for curly hair lane. Maybe there’s an established relationship with Josh and you bring Danny into the mix after confessing mutual interests, and Danny desperately needs to know how you taste. Through lots of shared passionate kisses, both men slowly undress you and shed their clothes until you’re just in your bra and panties. Josh instructs Danny to lie on his back on the bed while the two of you stand before him. “Let me unwrap your present, Daniel”, Josh mutters as he stands behind you, kissing down your body until he’s kneeling and peels down your soaked panties. Your eyes are fixated on Danny’s when you hear a slight groan and he starts stroking his cock, already so hard with anticipation. Josh stands and delivers a light snack to your ass and he whispers is your ear, “go on honey, let him have a taste”. Not wanting to wait any longer, you crawl on the bed toward Danny, kissing up his thighs, his lower abdomen. You gently take his throbbing cock in your hand, all velvet and warm. Feeling him so intimately gives you a rush, making eye contact with him again with an exasperated sigh, “you’re a big boy”. “And you’re a tease”, he retorts. “I second that”, Josh chimes in from behind. You look back to him stroking his cock as he nods for you to keep going. “I need to taste you, y/n. I need it so bad” Danny moans. You feel a dip in the bed as Josh makes his way to you, guiding you up to your knees, he holds from behind with his arms around your tummy, kissing up your neck and behind your ear. “You still wanna do this?”, he whispers. You turn your head toward him, searching for his kiss. “Yes”, you moan into his mouth. “Okay, I got you baby”. You crawl the rest of the way up Danny’s torso until you’re face to face with him. Danny glides his hand up your side, brushing his fingers against Josh’s, and up your neck until he’s holding your face. “Hi”, Danny beams with a smile to break the tension. “Hi”, you smile and giggle in return. “You want this?” Danny checks in. You can feel Josh’s hands rolling slow comforting circles on your hips. “I do. I really do, I’m just a little nervous”. Danny nods,“Can I kiss you?”, he asks as his thumb caresses your cheek. “Of course”. You eliminate the inches between the two of you and what starts out as a sweet gentle kiss turns into passion, your tongues exploring each others mouths, you suck on his lower lip and end with a gentle bite before letting go to come up for air. You’re ready, you’ve never been more ready to explore something new and Danny can tell. “I want you to ride my face, y/n.” Danny says matter-of-factly, “I promise I’m not scary”. You know he’s not, and you sit up on your knees as Josh guides you over Danny’s mouth, hovering at first. “I’m going to worship this pretty pussy”, he moans. His hands are gliding up and down your thighs as he guides your center to his delicate and waiting tongue. Meanwhile Josh remains behind you on his knees and also straddling Danny, with his arms around your middle and kissing your neck and shoulder. You make impact with Danny’s tongue, licking through your folds and the room heaves a collective moan. Josh’s arms move to take off the bra you’re still wearing and tosses it to the side, his hands moving slowly to caress your breasts as you start riding Danny’s face, his tongue caressing your hole while his nose slides against your throbbing clit. Josh is by your ear again, talking you through the pleasure while he still caresses your breasts. “How does this feel, baby”. “So good” your breathy reply. Josh’s arms move to caress your torso, every inch of you feels loved on. “You should let Danny know how good a job he’s doing”. You try to catch your breath, “so good Danny. Oh god! You’re so good!”. Danny replies in his moans against your pussy and you hear a muffled “you taste like Heaven, y/n”. “Is Danny being a good boy for our girl?”, Josh mutters in your ear. Suddenly Danny’s lips are secured around your clit and she sucks so deliciously that you can only cry out, “yes! Fuck, Danny you’re such a good boy!”. “Atta girl”, Josh replies and his hands move up to pinch your nipples. The sensation leaves you speechless as your pace increases riding Danny’s face. “Ooh, I think she’s gonna cum Danny”. Danny can only moan in response, his grip on your thighs tightening and he sucks harder on your clit, desperate for your release. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum - I’m gonna cum!” You cry out. Josh kisses and bites your neck, “good girl. Cum for Daniel - give it to him”. “I’m gonna- I’m…oh god… YES!”. You cum hard and fast on Danny’s tongue, simultaneously you feel Josh’s release on your lower back. He hadn’t even touched himself but got off on your arousal. you fall to the side of the bed into Josh’s arms and off Danny’s face, a tangled mess of arms and legs on the bed. You all need a breather. After a moment, Danny breaks the silence, “Jesus that was amazing”. “Mm-hm” is all you can manage. That WAS amazing but you want more. “I’m going to clean myself off real quick, but I’m not done with the two of you”. You stand up and start to make your way off the bed when Josh takes your hand to help you up. You walk to the bedroom door together while Danny remains blissed out. “Are you still okay with this?”, you ask Josh quietly. “Absolutely” he reassures you and seals it with a passionate kiss. “I can’t wait to see what you have in mind when you come back in”

[greycaelum]

HI!I LOVEEEE YOUR WRITING!!!!

Can i pls pls plssss request a one shot with gojo and his girlfriend,where his gf always get really excited about snowing,to the point of jumping up and down and her eyes twinkling like a child?!

Its snowing in my city and i keep jumping up and down ;)

Scribbles and Doodles: { Let it Snow }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

"Hi sweetheart, thank you for your kind words, I'm sorry it took me so long. Research and my job kept me preoccupied. I hope it's still snowing and be careful too! Have tons of warm stuff to keep you toasty and snug in the winter!" —Grey,

Satoru woke up to a chilly morning. He remembers turning the air condition mid-2 of the dawn after getting chills but now, it was even colder. Peeling off his mask, Satoru turn to his window and saw the grey skies, and he has to double-take at the white thing slowly falling off and cluttering on his windowsill.

It's snowing.

And by any chance, he's hearing a familiar voice faintly laughing.

Satoru groaned, pulling off the covers from his naked body. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he walks to his window and looks down. As if in a queue, you run through the small pile of gathering snow, a wide smile adorning your face, still in your hoodie pajamas.

"She'll catch a cold." Satoru clicked his tongue and grab his clothes. His muscles are aching and he'd rather sleep than trudge into the frosty powder winter has to offer. Satoru stop his tracks and went back to the bedroom. Rummaging through the cabinets he found his jacket and went out of the room.

"'Toru! It's snowing!" You shrilled at him. You ran in his direction and almost tripped on the slippery ground.

"Fuck, Baby, you trying to give me a heart attack?" Satoru held your arms and steadied you.

You just grinned in reply and stood on your tiptoes, grazing your lips to smear a kiss on your boyfriend's cheeks before turning your heel and tumbling on the snow again.

"Slow down, you little rascal, you wanna catch a cold or somethin'?" Satoru pulled back the scruff of your hoodie making you recoil and yelp.

He wraps his thickest available jacket around you, zipping the thing that reaches your ankles all thanks to his height, and pulls the hood over your head.

"There," Satoru smirked at your pout. "Now that's what you call a burrito."

"I can't move!" You flail around with difficulty, all the blame falling into the jacket's thick insulation. "'Toru! Get this off, you cheater, you're not even wearing one." You accused.

Satoru is tempted to hold a carrot around your nose but throws off the idea if he doesn't wanna sleep on the couch. After all winter's privilege is getting to cuddle you more to share warmth.

"I don't catch a cold, because I'm the stro—" Satoru pointed at himself assuringly.

"Because you're abnormal." You deadpanned and turn around, marching off.

"Hey! That's just mean. Come back here!" Satoru bends down and makes a ball of snow throwing it on you.

"Y-You!" You turned around only to get hit by another on your chest. It didn't take long for you and Satoru to have a snowball war filling the front yard with squeals and snowballs hitting whatever it hits.

By the time you're both spent, laying on the snow with a snow angel behind you both, your hands are all numb from the snow and Satoru's nose is almost as red as Rudolph's. Both of you panting but holding your hands together. This time a thin layer of Satoru's Infinity encases you to keep snow from getting in your eyes. Catching your breaths you both went inside, got into a warm bath, and eventually found yourselves tucked on the couch of the living room, hot cocoa in your hand, a bowl of chicken broth in Satoru's, and a thick quilt covering the two of you.

The snow quietly piles up outside, sweeping the city into a white wonderland. You and Satoru curled up on each other, snug and cuddled in each others' arms.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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#scribbles and doddles #warm winter for everyone #gojo fluff #gojo x reader fluff #jjk gojo fluff #greycaelum #gojo x y/n #gojo x you

[ptergwen]

Congrats again! How about a little fic with Nathan drake? Maybe something along the lines of them flirting all the time with a little suggestiveness? 👀👀

7k sleepover 🦋  |  ask box  |  taglist  | main masterlist

w/c: 543

warnings: explicit language, suggestive

a/n: thank you lovely i hope you enjoy! also sorry i’m slow on the requests y’all i’m getting a lot of them so pls be patient <3

you and nathan got caught in the rain while heading back to your hotel. you were out exploring with him and sully, but sully came back a while ago. since he officially turned in for the night, nate invited you up to his hotel room to hang out and dry off.

the two of you squish in your shoes the whole way there. you kick off your scuffed sneakers once you get to nate’s room, and him his boots. you try wringing out your clothes that are heavy with water, leaving the floor a sopping mess. nathan springs to action and grabs you a towel from the bathroom.

“here, you’re soaking wet.”

“how’d you know?”

nathan chuckles and wraps the towel around your shoulders.

“i have that effect on people. lemme get you a change of clothes.”

he squeezes your shoulders. you smile at him, pulling on either end of the towel to tighten it around you. you take a seat on one of the beds. nate peels his wet shirt off his body, then starts to root through his things. he comes over to the bed with your clothes; a t-shirt and sweats.

“these okay?”

you shamelessly stare at nathan’s abs. he hands you the clothes.

“yeah, thanks.”

“don’t mention it.”

nate flops onto the other bed, laying on the pillows with his hands behind his head. his head is tilted up towards the ceiling, abs flexing with the deep breaths he takes. it’s hard for you to think straight when he’s half naked in front of you.

“aren’t you forgetting something?”

“hm?”

“a shirt.”

“thought you’d prefer me without one.”

“oh, nate. i love your confidence.”

“you were just checking me out, y/n.”

you purse your lips, a smile threatening to break though.

“was i that obvious?”

nathan pats the bed.

“come over here.”

you put down your change of clothes and join nathan on his bed. you’re still engulfed in your towel, running your hands up and down your arms in an attempt to get warm. nate looks over at you.

“you wanna get under the blankets?”

“but i’m all wet.”

“i could take care of that.”

your raise a stern brow.

“seriously, y/n/n. get under. you must be freezing.”

“only if you get under with me.”

nate untucks the covers on his side and goes under them. he looks at you expectantly. you shed your towel and slip into the bed with him to be met with warmth, from nate and the blankets. nate moves closer to you.

“you know why sully bailed on us earlier?”

“‘cause he can’t keep up.”

“that’s one reason.”

“there’s another?”

nathan’s eyes lock with yours.

“i asked him to.”

you grin.

“you did? why?”

“wanted to spend some time alone with you.”

“and sully agreed?”

“gladly. he’s sick of us. if i hadn’t asked, he probably would’ve ditched us himself.”

you cozy into nate’s side, chin resting on his shoulder.

“remind me why we keep him around again.”

nathan loops one of his strong arms around your middle.

“his money, and his connections.”

“shit, you’re right. by the way, where do you wanna go next time?”

nate’s fingers caress your side, lips forming a smirk.

“got a few places i’d like to explore.”

tags: @hollandsangel @parkerctrl @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @magicalxdaydream @tayyx @peterficrecs @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @niktwazny303 @marvelgurl

#val’s 7k sleepover 🦋 #nathan drake #nathan drake smut #nathan drake fluff #nathan drake fic #nathan drake fanfiction #nathan drake x reader #nathan drake x you #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you

[chalkscene]

fruits basket ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. kyo sohma, yuki sohma & hatsuharu sohma

warnings: mild angst. you and kyo being equally stubborn.

“you can’t be serious,” KYO says incredulously when you tell him you’ll sleep on the couch tonight. you had an argument which you usually wouldn’t drag out for hours but it’s getting late and you’re sleepy - you’re just not in the mood for any of this. “good night, kyo.” with your pillows tucked under your arm, you reach for your blanket but he yanks it out of your grip. “you’re really going to sleep mad at me?” “give me my blanket.” “like hell i’ll let you sleep outside!” you don’t get the chance to protest because he’s already on his feet, grabbing his pillows, “if you don’t wanna sleep in the same room then i’m taking the couch.” you’re conflicted as you watch kyo stomp across your shared bedroom because there’s no way you will let him sleep in the living room. “okay, fine!” you cry out which makes him stop in his tracks and turn on his heels to face you. you stare at each other, both of you standing in the middle of the room with pillows clutched to your chests. “fine,” you repeat. “we’ll both sleep here.” you don’t say another word as you occupy your side of the bed, facing away from kyo’s. soon, the bed dips under his weight and after a few more shuffling, he finally settles down with a sigh. silence continues to stretch between the two of you and just when you thought kyo’s fallen into slumber, he presses his chest against your back, sliding an arm around your waist. you pretend to be asleep but your uneven breathing gives it away. “you always get cold at night,” he whispers against your nape. “just wanna make sure you don’t.”

YUKI’s not used to this. the bed feels cold and lonely and he absolutely hates it. you’ve had disagreements in the past but this is the first time he’s sleeping without you. he’s been tossing and turning in the last two hours, replaying your argument in his head and regretting he let you go that long upset with him. in the dead of night, he wonders if you’re as wide awake as he is. he’s tempted to give you the space you said you wanted but he realizes it won’t fix anything; it’s only making him more miserable. as quietly as possible, he opens the bedroom door, tiptoeing towards you to check if you’re comfortable on the couch but he doesn’t expect a few sniffles to hit his ears when he gets close enough. when it dawns on him that you’ve been crying, he rushes to your side. you curse under your breath, hastily rubbing your eyes with the heel of your palms but he immediately peels them from your face. “please don’t hide from me,” yuki pleads as his hands cradle your jaw, thumbs caressing your tear-stained cheeks. as if you’re suddenly drained, your head falls into the crook of his neck, the gray-haired boy holding you close in a heartbeat. “i’m sorry,” you begin. he hushes you but you continue to mutter your apologies. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean what i said-“ “i know, my love. i know. i’m sorry, too.” when your sobs die down, you straighten up, coming face-to-face with yuki whose question sounds more like a request: “come back to bed? i can’t sleep without you.”

you’re fluffing a pillow against the couch when HATSUHARU comes into view. “how long are you gonna keep this up?” you deliberately shuffle on your seat so your back is on him but unfortunately for you, he sees it as an opportunity to blindside you, picking you up bridal style. “what- HARU!” you shriek but it falls on deaf ears as your boyfriend doesn’t budge and the deadpan expression on his face remains. god does it infuriate you. “hatsuharu, put me dow-“ you stop short when he drops you on the bed. “stay here.” and you do, mostly because you literally can’t tell what he’s up to. he momentarily leaves the bedroom to retrieve your pillows, tossing them onto the space beside you. completely perplexed, you watch him collect the beddings from his side of the bed, arranging them on the floor like it’s nothing. “haru, what the hell are you doing?” “i’m sleeping on the floor.” “what?” he repeats himself which only aggravates you. “yes. i heard you,” you grunt. “why are you sleeping on the floor?” “so you don’t sleep in another room.” whatever you’re about to say dies on your tongue because that is the last thing you expect to come out of his mouth. “you’re gonna hurt your back,” you try to warn him but it seems like he couldn’t care less. “i’ll take my chances.” the conversation ends there and you spend the next hour just staring at the ceiling, the argument from hours ago feeling so trivial now. you peer at hatsuharu from the edge of the bed, reaching down to gingerly drape the blanket over his exposed shoulders. still, he stirs awake, causing you to retract your hand and apologize. “why are you still up?” he asks groggily. “i couldn’t sleep.” even if you don’t say it out loud, he knows what you mean: i need you here. without a word, he climbs into bed, taking up the space next to you and wraps you in his arms. “haru, i feel bad.” you admit but he dismisses it for now. “shh, we’ll talk in the morning. go to sleep.”

#🍊.txt #fruits basket #fruits basket imagine #fruits basket headcanons #fruits basket x reader #kyo sohma #kyo sohma x reader #kyo x reader #yuki sohma #yuki sohma x reader #yuki x reader #hatsuharu sohma #hatsuharu sohma x reader #hatsuharu x reader

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 18- blindfold, tortured for information

Continuation from day 9

This one is short and sweet unlike yesterday’s and I find it enjoyable. Windy is just a lil brat <3

Warnings: torture obviously (it’s not that bad he just gets punched a few times and threatened)

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Windy didn’t know how much time had passed since he and Wild got taken by those yiga guys, but it felt like it’d been a while. After hours of being blindfolded and dragged through the woods, Windy was thrown onto the hard ground, and he was left alone. His hands were still tied behind his back, and his blindfold was still over his eyes, so he didn’t know if he was simply abandoned or if the yiga didn’t want to bother with him yet. But his question was answered when he heard pained cries coming from far away, cries that sounded like Wild. Windy tried to undo the ropes around his wrists, he tried to peel off the blindfold, he even tried to blindly feel his way around the forest. But the ropes were too tight, the blindfold was too stubborn, and he ran into too many walls for him to deny that he was in a cage. All Windy could do was to hear Wild’s screams, and it was almost torturous for him. After too many long hours of screaming, it suddenly stopped, and Windy felt his blood run cold. There were footsteps approaching his cage and he kicked whatever was in front of him despite it being a fruitless effort.

“Wh-who’s there? Stay away from me!” He shouted, his back up against the cage.

“Easy now,” he heard the familiar voice of Hyrule say to him in an empty voice. “I just want to talk.”

Windy growled. “I’m not gonna fall for that again! I know you’re those red freaks! What have you done to Wild?”

He heard laughing and a popping sound, and he assumed that the yiga guy turned back to normal.

“Guess you can’t be fooled twice then huh?” He sneered, and Windy heard the cage open. “Now, like I said before, I just wanna talk to you.”

“Why?”

“Because, you might have some… useful information for us.” The yiga grabbed Windy’s chin and forced it up, and the blindfold was finally taken off of him. Windy blinked at the harsh light, but he glared at the one eyed mask. The yiga snorted and he sat down beside Windy as if they were old pals. “Y’see, me and my colleague, we had two missions we needed to get done. Obviously, the main one, which was capturing the hero. But there was one other person we needed to capture,” the yiga leaned closer to Windy, and he scooted away. “That boy who you call… Freckles? Yes, he may be valuable to the yiga clan.”

Windy stared at him with a baffled look. “Wh-why do you want Hyrule?”

“Ah, another nickname, I can’t keep up with these,” the yiga leaned in closer to Windy, and he found himself pressed up against a corner. “Freckles—or Hyrule I guess— is a special boy. When me and my colleague saw him, he did something… magical. He turned into a fairy.” The yiga was now inches away from his face. “I don’t think you realize how valuable half fairies are, but if we brought home the hero and your friend? Why… we’d be heroes!”

Windy stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. He giggled like a crazy person for a long while, and when the yiga just stared at him, he stopped. “You can’t be serious,” Windy said, still trying not to giggle.

“Wh— you don’t believe me?”

Windy snorted. “Of course I don’t believe you. That’s ridiculous!”

The yiga was shocked and he leaned back. “I saw him turn into a fairy with my own eyes! And, don’t you think it’s a little odd that he’s so magically gifted too?”

“Not really, I have magic, a lot of us have magic, Hyrule isn’t special.”

The yiga growled and stepped back. “So you don’t know that he’s a fairy, fine. I don’t need you to believe me.” The yiga grabbed Windy’s face harshly and pulled him closer. “It wouldn’t hurt to double check right?”

“Tch, I’m never telling you where he is!”

The yiga punched him in the face suddenly, then grabbed his shirt and pulled him off his feet. Windy groaned as he was held up inches away from the yiga, his eye already beginning to swell shut.

“You’re gonna tell me, even if I have to beat the information out of you!”

A punch came to his gut and he was thrown to the ground. Windy struggled to take in a breath as his insides felt like they were on fire.

“Where is he?”

“E-even if I knew where he was… I’d never tell you!” Windy spat. The yiga kicked him in the ribs and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling him up. Windy let out a pained groan, unable to alleviate the pain with his hands tied behind his back.

“What’s the point in lying, little hero? Are you just going to let yourself get beaten to death when you can make it all go away with just a few words?” Windy was punched square in the face, and hot blood started pouring out of his nose. Windy blinked the tears away and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to reorient himself.

“I—I don’t know where he is,” he wheezed, “I really don’t know! So why don’t you direct all this energy towards something that matters! Like becoming a better person!”

The yiga growled and picked him up again, staring him down, but Windy just glared back.

“You don’t scare me,” the hero of winds said in a low voice, and the yiga scoffed.

“Don’t think that I won’t kill you just because you’re a kid.”

“You’re not the first one to think that.”

The yiga didn’t say anything, and he threw Windy harshly on the ground. He paced back and forth, watching the beaten hero intently as if he’d disappear right in front of him. Finally, he pulled out his blade and stepped closer to him.

“Seeing how you’re useless to me, I suppose there really is no reason in keeping you alive.” The yiga soldier lifted his blade and Windy gasped. He didn’t think he’d go out like this, but if he could keep Hyrule safe, then so be it. Windy flinched as the blade was about to go down, but he heard a pained grunt along with clattering. He looked up and saw the yiga soldier crumpled to the ground with Age standing over him.

“Age! You found us!” Windy cheered as the other champion walked over to him, cutting the ropes around his wrists. “Boy am I glad to see you! We need to get to Wild! Is Hyrule with you? Is he ok—“

“How about you focus on yourself, Windy,” Age interrupted him, giving him an amused look. “Hyrule is fine, he’s back at camp. Twilight is going after Wild right now.”

Windy let out a sigh of relief and began to stand up. “Good, come on, we gotta help him, these yiga guys are—“ Windy let out a pained groan as he fell to his knees, holding his torso. He wondered if he had some broken ribs.

“Hey, the yiga aren’t hard to fight, he’ll be fine,” Age helped Windy stand and walked him out of the cage. Windy let out a pained breath as he was lowered to the ground.

“Yeah well they kidnapped and stabbed me so they’re not that harmless.”

“They stabbed you?”

Windy waved it off. “It’s fine. It got healed up.” Age gave him a worried look and Windy waved it off again. “It’s fine! Besides, it’s my injuries right now that I’m worried about!”

Age smirked and wrapped his arm around Windy digging into his pouch for a potion or fairy.

“Well, rest for now, I promise Wild will be ok.”

Windy leaned against Age, his eye and nose throbbing while the other champion continued searching for a potion. He let himself relax and prayed that Wild would be safely rescued as well.

#smiles writes #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 18 #link between links #lbl windy #lbl age #I’ve written about the yiga for three days straight now #sorry y’all BDKSBSK #anyways I love Windy am #I enjoy him more as a kid than as an older teenager #I mean he’s barely 15 so that’s really not far off from 17 #but still #you’re growing #anyways yeah poor windy #he’s been punched and beaten by Ganondorf before #and he also had to fight for his life cuz Ganondorf was going to just kill him and tetra #poor kid :( #age cameo #I need to write about age #I lvoe him

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 10: I wanna know her

The night’s campaign was a gory display one of the most eventful nights they’ve had in a long time. The nights been wrapped up & the boys all sit around the table finishing up what snacks are left before clean up & driving home the twerps so they don’t miss curfew. Gareth gives Eddie a puzzling look “Hey dude you alright you look a little…. I don’t know spaced out I been noticing you do that a lot lately… what’s going on?? Something you wanna share with the class??..” eddie shoots a glare at gareth before rolling his eyes “Look I just got a lot on my mind alright don’t worry about it” Mike and Dustin start to giggle Mike shouts across the table “YEAH A LOT ON YOUR MIND AS IN JAMIEEEE!!” Gareth looks at Eddie surprised “who the hell is Jamie?” Dustin scoots closer to but in on this obviously entertaining conversation “She’s robin’s best friend I’m pretty sure you guys have world history together” gareth grins at Eddie “ohhh okay the brunette chick with the sick ankle tattoo” Eddie whips his head towards Gareth and cocks his eyebrow “You checking her out Emerson I swear I’ll deck you I’ve been trying to ask her out for two years now?!” Gareth laughs “chill dude I’ve been trying to ask her cousin Jessica out on a date since the summer” Eddie intrigued by this information asks gareth to come to his for the night after he drops off the kids. Mike knowing Eddie is so infatuated with you has to get a few digs in on the ride home. “So Eddie when you gonna ask her out you know the senior prom is in a few weeks maybe you can get her to.. ow!” Dustin elbows Mike in the side “Mike we’ve been helping him work on it leave the man alone he’s in love I think it’s awesome to have feelings for someone & courting them like a proper gentleman” Mike laughs “Do you have any idea how sappy and lame you sound?” Eddie whips his head towards the back of the van “SHUT UP!” Everyone wide eyed sits in silence the rest of the ride as each of them is dropped off at the end of their own driveway. Peeling out towards the trailer park blasting his new Van Halen cassette as they pull in Jamie’s Cryin starts to play making Eddie sit there in his thoughts for a moment before Gareth snaps him out of his thoughts “Come on I have some new vhs tapes we can check out & I snagged some jiffy pop from the pantry before I bolted it’s the only thing mom won’t spaz about missing if I touch her Oreos I’ll never be able to drum again” they both laugh as Eddie opens the front door and they both kick off their shoes heading to the kitchen. “So.. how do you know Jamie’s cousin?.. or her family for that matter I’ve never heard or seen any family of hers like… ever” Gareth sits on the island stool. “Well when she moved here her Aunt knows my mom & called her to keep an eye on her & let her know she’s doing alright on account of all she’s been through when she left home” Eddie’s heart shatters wondering what you could’ve been through that you had to leave home & be looked out for. Eddie takes a deep breath preparing himself for whatever other information his friend has. “On account of what? Do you know what happened? She’s so closed off & keeps to herself it’s hard to get to know her i really want to get to know her I can get her out of my head dude” Eddie puts his hands over his face shaking his head. Gareth smiles “Man you’ve got it bad I can tell I’ve never seen you like this even when Marcy Smith asked you to winter formal freshman year eddie cringes at the name Gareth laughs harder “dude she was so weird she talked about herself in third person all the time it gave me nightmares!” Gareth holds his stomach from all the laughter Eddie brings the popcorn to the living room & pops in Back To The Future they both plop on the couch. “Okay I’ll tell you everything I know but you didn’t hear it from me if anyone asks got it?” Eddie nods in agreement and shakes his hand as a solid bond. To be continued

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn

[travelingthief]

Hermes Devotional Post!

Not a complete list of course, so feel free to add on!

Travel

Dedicated travel playlist for Hermes

Mindful packing for trips

Road-trips/camping

Trying new modes of travel

Let Him pick the music

Travel by boat/kayak/canoe

Learn to roller skate, skateboard, or longboard

Learn to surf

Go for a bike ride

Find ways to save on gas (like rewards cards)

Misc.

Draw sigils on shoes

Leave coin offerings at the location you start your travels

Travel size portable altar

Give people in need bus fare 

Go for a run 

Picking up coins you find/leaving coins for others

Donating to homeless shelters

Car

Keep up on car maintenance (especially in the wintertime)

Courteous driving (Letting people out, stopping for pedestrians, using your blinker)

Clean snow off other drivers’ cars

Keep your car clean

Giving rides to others

Stopping for those that need help on the side of the road

Invite Him to ride in the passenger seat

Let Him pick the music

International

Get a passport!

Keeping up on foreign affairs

Decorate your passport

See the world!

Make a travel board/destination list

Learn about places you wanna go

Try foreign foods

Nature

Take a nature walk! (Or just a walk around the block)

Dedicate your hiking boots/running shoes to him

Find a spot in nature to talk to Him

Learn about birds in your area and where they come from and go.

Learn how animals communicate (great alongside Artemis)

Communication

Write letters to friends

Send postcards/greeting cards

Call a friend or relative

Reread messages/emails before sending 

Communicate your thoughts and feelings in your relationships

Practice keyboarding

Establish and enforce your boundaries 

Can and string telephones

Keep secrets entrusted to you

Support your local post office

Collect stamps/postcards

Dedicate your phone/laptop to Him

Have a penpal

Language

Keep a journal 

Learn a new language/Revisit the language you started learning and then neglected 

Learn ASL

Learn about the evolution of language and how it is always changing

Be mindful of the language you use in daily life and consider how it affects you and those around you 

Change your self-talk! Keep it positive!

Voice training (Particularly for trans worshippers)

Thinking before you speak

Learn about older forms of communication (like Morse Code)

Learn braille 

Go to the library and practice reading books in a foreign language (Great to do alongside Athena)

Practice writing (great to do alongside Apollo) 

Learn about the elements of writing, like allegory and metaphors (alongside Apollo)

Trickery and luck

Play pranks (remember: good pranks cause confusion, not harm)

Learn magic tricks 

Buy scratch offs/play the lottery

Understand how gambling addictions affect people

Dice and card games

Learn about good luck charms/Make your own

Night at the casino 

Learn about superstitions

Games like billiards or darts

Arcade/video games/carnival games

Make small/friendly bets

Poker nights!

Game of horseshoes

Learn parlor games

Miscellaneous 

Smoke a bowl with Him! (If your relationship is like that)

Offer him coffee and energy drinks

Trail mix, candy, road-trip snacks, 

Learn a good joke

Write/perform stand up comedy 

Related Jobs

Mail carriers and sorters

 Retail workers (Hermes of Merchants & Commerce)

 Canvassers 

Editors, journalists, and writers

Newspaper routes

Bank tellers

Carnies 

Casino workers

Gas station attendants

 Mechanics 

Where I Acknowledge Him

Gas stations

Mail carriers/trucks

Worn-looking travelers (thinking of the eye-patched man lounging on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette. Hope to be that content one day)

Gumball machines give me his vibe

Arcade games, pinball machines, and air hockey 

Flea markets/garage sales

Simple Acts to Devote to Him

Checking your mail

Checking email/voicemail

Buying stamps

Flipping a coin

Dice divination

Charm casting

Collections

Rocks

Coins/money 

Good luck charms

Pens/writing utensils

Playing cards

Dice (Looking at you D&D players)

Offerings

Orange peels

Trail mix/peanuts

Road-trip snacks

Rocks & pebbles, coins, cool things you find outside

Travel souvenirs 

Good luck charms

Energy drinks

Coffee (bonus points for gas station coffee)

Letters/postcards/stamps

Apples/bananas/grapes

Foreign foods

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