#GIMMIE THAT DOMESTICATED SHIT
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do his dads read to him before bed (in reference to the little lad)
Sooo one of my fave things to draw is bastards in love and doing domestic shit. SO OF COURSE THEY DO!!!! Null this is my bread and butter shit, like let these literal demons be in family bliss with their little bat baby. Also thanks Kuro2 for showing Claude knitting cause how can a spider demon not.
Claude will sit and knit and happily listen to his mates voice as he reads aloud to Antoine, who falls asleep a few chapters in.
#fanart#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji 2#claude faustus#sebastian michaelis#claude x sebastian#sebastian x claude#sebaclaude#claudebastian#sebaclaude baby#kuroshitsuji oc#black butler fanart#GIMMIE THAT DOMESTICATED SHIT#demons in love#dadbastian#claudefather
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A Little Death
Pairing| Ghost x F!Reader Rating| M Word Count| 7k Kinks/Content/Warnings| The author has decided she can't be assed to edit this, Chubby!Reader, Kidnapping, nondescript mentions of torture. Ambiguous mentions of S/A (vague enough you can chose to ignore that part if you want tbh), Reader is traumatized from her ordeal but working through it. Fingering, PiV, riding, squirting, Simon has a moment where he's worried he triggered reader after sex but that is an incorrect assumption on his part.
On days like this Simon can almost pretend he’s normal.
The game’s on, a beer in one hand while the other has been commandeered by his girlfriend with a simple “Gimmie.”
Simon has never been one to worry about his nails beyond clipping them for practicality’s sake.
Having a SAS lieutenant for a boyfriend means she deals with what she insists is Simon’s paranoia and he insists is a healthy level of suspicion about the outside world. Having a nail technician for a girlfriend means every so often she’ll commandeer his hands to ensure they’re up to her standards. As it turned out, adhering to regulations wasn’t up to par for her.
His neighbor is a popular woman.
It sets him on edge, all the traffic. One or two people at a time, usually other women- sometimes with a man in tow, other times not. They show up, they stay for maybe an hour or maybe 4, and they leave. Within 30 minutes someone else is knocking on her door.
Normal men humor their partners about things they don’t particularly give a fuck about when left to their own devices, as an acknowledgment of its importance to them.
And so he sits, beer in one hand as she works on the other. Once she’s finished she gathers up the towel that acts as a catch for the various clips and trimmings before making her move to switch sides, Simon easily acquiescing to her whim.
“I’m not keeping you up, am I?” She asks one night. Music plays lowly from a laptop on her patio as he steps onto his for a smoke break. Just because he’s got his vice doesn’t mean he wants the whole flat smelling like it.
“Don’t sleep much anyway, pet. Bit of music won’t change that one way or another.”
Despite his insistence that he’s merely humoring her, he soaks up the attention she readily gives him. When she’s done and tidied after herself she returns with a small bottle of lotion.
He’s got one arm wrapped around her shoulders, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of her head as she massages his hand. If he plays his cards right tonight he can probably get her to soothe some of the aches and stiff muscles that always plague him. For now he melts as she seems to know exactly what points to hit in his palm and forearm.
It’s domestic and normal and Simon can almost ignore the burner phone he keeps on him at all times.
It goes off at 5am on a Sunday, Simon already awake and having been watching the ceiling fan since 4:30. He can’t fall back asleep but can’t bring himself to separate from her.
She burrows further into his chest as his shifting disrupts her. He’s fairly certain she would crawl inside his ribcage if she could, curl up right next to his heart and never leave.
Simon would gladly let her.
She’s a nail technician, he comes to learn. Sure as shit, he eventually memorizes the traffic that comes and goes on a roughly two week interval. Some of them are steadfast in their appointments. 2 o clock every other Thursday. 4 o clock every other Friday. Others not so much- they come around frequently but the days and times are random after the 14 day mark.
The familiarity of some of the faces takes him slightly less on edge. He will never relax, not truly, but it settles him down now that he knows the pattern.
It also explains why her hands have two completely different designs on each one. Color, pattern, the shape of the nails. Her left and right hand look like they belong to two different people.
Simon doesn’t use social media, for obvious reasons. His little neighbor has formed an entire career for herself based off of it.
But the phone buzzes on the nightstand, an omniscient presence that always hovers heavy in the air.
“Price?” Is all he gives for a greeting. Trying to keep his words short and concise. He doesn’t want to wake her, still under the lull she draws him into without trying.
He keeps his work and his personal life separate with no intention of ever melding the two.
“Laswell’s got intel. We meet in 2 days, back on base at 06:00.”
He is about to respond, both an acknowledgment and a hopeful end to the conversation, when she stretches next to him with a groan of protest at being awoken so early.
“Tell your other girlfriend I said hi,” she grumbles, already knowing it’s Price on the phone and that the clock is officially counting down on the time they have left together.
“You know at a certain point I'm going to just decide you’ve got a whole secret life with a wife and kids and a picket fence.”
He doesn’t want his work to ever follow him home. Not to her. He keeps them strictly separate. She knows he’s military- specifically SAS- and that he works in counter terrorism and that’s about all he’s willing to tell. She doesn’t need to know details. And more importantly the details don’t ever need to know about her.
His past missions have haunted him in the worst way possible. He’s finally rebuilt something for himself as the ghost of a dead man, and doesn’t want anything to ever tarnish what he’s found.
He can’t entirely blame her. It takes a leap of faith to accept the little he offers her. What does he have? A dead man’s name and most likely a violent end waiting for him.
Eventually he does offer a small peace offering. Price is enough to settle the concerns that she hides as jokes. Provides enough credibility that she can let go of the concern that he’s living a double life.
Well, he is. But not the kind that nags at her.
Price knows her; Gaz and Soap know that he’s got someone waiting for him at home, but Simon is already at his limit of how much intermingling he can handle. They’re both compromising, both making allowances for their comfort levels for the sake of the other. But he has to draw the line somewhere.
If Simon had his way Gaz and Soap would be none the wiser, but a night of frantic coupling before he’d left had Simon bearing marks that are incredibly obvious in the changing room.
“Steamin’ Jesus L.T.! You get jumped by a wildcat?” The chortle from the Scot makes it obvious that Johnny is yet again not afraid to push Simon’s buttons.
There’s no denying what they are, nor how he got them. Neither Soap nor Gaz are stupid.
Long, red scratch marks criss cross the broad expanse of his scarred back. He certainly hadn’t complained when his lovely girl had left her mark on him- those nails dragging across his skin had only encouraged him as his hips clapped wetly against hers, hands gripping her knees as he pressed them to her shoulders.
Most nights he is soft and gentle and strokes her skin while his lips press either in her hair or the soft expanse of her neck. He doesn’t roughhouse her tonight, but the knowledge he’ll be gone for weeks and tonight is their last together for the foreseeable future?
Well, the pair of them are a bit amped about the impending separation. It’s a good thing neither of them are particularly known for their good sleeping habits, because there’s not a lot of that usually happening on the nights before Simon leaves.
Leaving without waking her up is an impossible task but he tries anyway.
Whereas Simon finds sleep difficult to achieve and eventually sleeps like the dead once he finds it, she drifts readily enough but will wake at the drop of a hat.
Usually she’ll settle soon after. Eyes following his form in the dark, waiting expectantly for him to come back after he dresses to kiss her goodbye.
They carve out a routine for themselves. One for when Simon is home, and one for when he’s preparing to walk out the door until eventually coming back through it.
His therapist is equal parts shocked and pleased to hear that Simon is taking the leap and opening himself up emotionally to someone.
His therapist is less pleased about the way he simply buries himself in her life when he’s on leave.
Simon is nothing- has nothing- when he is not acting in the line of duty. He is a dead man with nothing to his name and no one who gives a fuck if he ever walks back through the door that isn’t tied to his military career.
He thrives on the stability and schedule on base. On the simplicity of nights spent out on the field. Wake up, piss, dont die, go to sleep. Wake up, repeat.
Some days the only thing keeping him from trying to end it all (again, he bitterly acknowledges) when he’s gotten too far into a bottle of bourbon is his therapist and the thought of his team’s face at the news.
Until, at least, he meets her.
The mission is brief but successful. Simon is pleased.
The deepest of the scratch marks has just finished healing and he’s already missing the sensation of her nails dragging against his skin- and he’s not picky about the context, either.
There have been plenty of nights he’s fallen asleep with his face buried in her chest with one of her hands scratching gently at his scalp and the other tracing in broad strokes across his back.
Of course those nails also feel divine scratching at his abdomen while she is on her knees for him.
There’s a process he goes through when he gets home. It lets him shed the mantle of Ghost- to calm down as much as he’s able and be better equipped to deal with civilian life. Helps him give her the illusion that she is with a normal man who’s not holding onto himself with a death grip, desperately trying to keep the pieces together.
He feels fine when he leaves base and heads home. Everything is normal.
Until he turns the corner and sees the door ajar.
Fear runs ice cold in his veins, hackles raised and on guard.
I’m just being paranoid, he tries to self soothe as he steps towards the door. She tells me all the time.
Course, it was one thing when he gripes about how she answers the door without looking to see who it is. She doesn’t leave the fucking door open.
“Wish you’d at least look at the peep hole before just opening the bloody door,” he grouses into her hair, pulling her in so she’s tucked up to his side.
“If I’m expecting someone to come at 3 and there’s a knock at 3, I already know who it is, Si.”
There are times when he is grateful that she has, by comparison, lived a life where she thinks he is paranoid and needlessly worries. She hasn’t had the experiences he has, and he doesn’t wish that upon her. He’s grateful with the knowledge that every time he’s sent out, thus far, that she’s been tucked away safe and sound until he returns.
But of course the other shoe was always going to drop eventually.
“Price?” Simon doesn’t know who else to call.
He’s standing in the middle of his flat, evidence of an altercation scattered around the living room.
She put up a fight if the state of the flat is anything to go by. He wants to be proud of that at least, use it as hope-
He just feels hollow.
A group the 141 has dealt with prior are the ones all the signs point to. They wanted the team’s attention and by God they fucking got it.
Simon doesn’t understand how they found she has any ties to him. He’s so careful- keeps her tucked away and hidden from any potential cross over with his work.
The next few days are a blur and Simon’s mental health has seen better days.
He resigns himself, even when Laswell gets a hit and the 141 are loaded into a helo, to the fact that at best this will be a body retrieval mission.
Even as Soap gives a reassuring knock into his shoulder- we’ll get her back, LT- as confident as ever.
His sweet girl is dead, just like every other person Simon has ever cared about.
He doesn’t understand what he’s done to deserve losing them all. The only ones he has left are his team, and that’s a tenuous state at best. His family was good. They were normal people with normal lives. She is good and a normal person.
Her only sin is being foolish enough to love him.
Some time between getting on the bird and offloading, Simon forces the thoughts in a corner and blocks them off.
Simon, the terrified boyfriend, gives way to Ghost so he can get through this in one piece. He just wants to find her, bring her home and bury her body. He’s numb to anything beyond the scope of the plan he’s formed in his mind.
It’s laughably easy. A fringe group the 141 has had altercations with- she’s not exactly a high profile prisoner. They just wanted to fuck with Simon.
There’s no satisfaction or vindication as they clear the building floor by floor.
He feels nothing.
The further they venture into the building with no sign of her, the pit in his stomach sinks just as far. There’s no sign of anything concrete or anywhere they’d keep a prisoner.
And then there, in a corner of a hallway, Ghost spots it-
An acrylic nail lying broken on the ground, dried blood clotted on the tips.
For the first time in days, Simon feels something.
It’s not hope. He doesn’t dare hope.
But it’s confirmation that she has, at some point, been in the building.
It’s also confirmation that she gave it a fighting chance.
She’s a civilian- nothing much she can do against professional criminals. But she tried and Simon has to find something in that.
They split into pairs down a hallway clearing rooms. Every door that opens only to not have her in it is like a knife that keeps twisting in his abdomen.
Just let him have this one thing.
It’s just as Ghost and Soap have called out clear on another room that he hears Price’s voice call to him down the hall.
There’s only one reason Price would be calling for him specifically.
As he approaches he can hear the captain again, softer this time. Can’t make out what he’s saying but everything feels slow; like he’s moving under water.
As his mind prepares him for every horrific potential image waiting for him beyond the threshold of the door- there’s nothing that prepares him for what he sees.
She’s alive.
Wide eyed and panicked, which is to be expected all things considered, but she’s here and she’s breathing.
Simon forgets himself entirely. He swings wildly from feeling nothing to feeling everything and it bubbles up all at once as he barrels towards her.
He forgets that while she knows Simon is SAS she knows nothing of Ghost. Simon works in counter terrorism, yes, but she knows nothing about the mask.
So after being kidnapped and going through God-knows-what in her absence, she’s got no fucking clue the 6’4 fucker with the skull mask gunning for her is her boyfriend.
The sharp, croaked “Stay the fuck away from me!” doesn’t cut but it does jog his memory enough to know she’s absolutely terrified.
Again there’s that part of him that is proud of her. After everything she’s been through even if she wouldn’t stand a chance in an actual altercation- She’s not huddled in the corner. She looks willing to fight him, until Simon rips the mask off his face. “It’s me, love! It’s me.”
“Simon? What the fuck is that?!”
Rather than scrambling to get away she turns to launch herself at him, a tangle of limbs as they cling to each other and reassure themselves that yes this is real and yes the other is there. That this fucking nightmare is over.
Simon buries his nose in her hair- was so certain he’d be bringing her home in a body bag he almost doesn’t know what to do with himself. She’s shaking in his grip, sobs ripping through her as he shushes her gently and murmurs “It’s alright, love. I’ve got you now.”
“As much as I love a good reunion- we need to get going, Ghost.” Price is ever the voice of reason, because Simon’s head is not in the game right now.
He wants to cling to her and never let her go- he needs to pull his head out of his ass.
Price isn’t wrong. As much as he has to fight off the impulse to tuck her against his side and keep her there, they have shit to do.
He won’t truly be able to relax until she’s safely stowed on the helo and they’re on their way back.
It’s a bit easier once he puts the mask on. His brain is trained to focus on work and not let his personal life muddy the waters. Where Simon can’t help but falter, Ghost is dauntless.
Simon can barely string a thought together now that he has her back in his arms. Simon still cannot believe she’s alive and breathing even after touching, smelling and hearing her.
But Ghost can focus on getting her to the helo.
Everything is a blur as Price and Gaz lead with Soap bringing up the rear.
Ghost can’t quite decide where he wants her- keeps alternating between keeping her behind him in the event they get blindsided, that he’ll take any hits that go past Price or Gaz, or getting her in front of him so he can keep an eye on her, and there’s two SAS soldiers in front of her and two behind.
The hostiles in the building wanted the 141’s attention. Mission fucking accomplished.
The ones they chance across are dropped with ease. Simon is no stranger to returning to a location and making his point. Right now he’s got bigger concerns to be worried about.
A knot of anxiety lodges itself on his ribcage as they move through the building that doesn’t unwind until he’s got her strapped to her seat in the helo.
For the first time in days he can breathe. The knot slowly untangles as they ascend.
It finally settles in for both of them that she is out and she is safe. She’s been quiet the whole trek to the helo but Price, Soap, and Gaz have been on enough hostage recovery missions to not be caught off guard as she bursts into tears and buries her face in Ghost’s vest.
It’s finally safe for her to do so, the adrenaline wearing off as she sobs.
For the most part the other three men try to avert their eyes and not intrude.
Simon’s always been reserved about his life off base and watching him soothe his partner is bordering too personal for the others to witness.
It comes and goes in waves; Simon will settle her down, crooning quietly in her ear too low for the others to hear. She’ll stifle her tears for a bit as he soothes her. They go straight to medical after landing to have her looked at. She starts up again while waiting for the nurse to come back, trying to apologize to Simon through choked sobs.
He won’t hear it, softly but firmly brushing her apologies to the side and assuring her everything’s fine now, love. No need to apologize.
He feels physically ill when the nurse delicately asks if she needs a rape kit or screenings done.
The rest of the 141 gives them a wide berth- which is a marked accomplishment because all too often Soap and Gaz are trailing behind him and finding some sort of shenanigans to get up to. Simon is perfectly content with the arrangement. He wants to focus his attention on her and that’s easier to do without the sergeants under foot.
His room on base is much like his entire apartment was before she moved in.
It’s 3am, Simon needs to take a piss and as he’s doing so, he’s not-quite eye level with a sign that says
“★★★★★ -
Would poop here again”
He’s got no idea when or where she found that, let alone put it up, but rolls his eyes good naturedly as he tucks himself away.
Normal people have bathroom decor.
Simon can appreciate a bit or a joke as much as the next person- but while this space is his it’s not something he’s ever felt the need to decorate. It’s a bed for him to crash on in between missions or if he’s too bloody exhausted to safely make the trek home.
There’s only one piece of any sort of personal touch to the room- a framed photo of her.
Simon intends to see her through the next few days- they’ll head home in the morning and realistically there’s only so long John can hold off on calling the boys in again. But the captain says he’ll do what he can to keep Simon home while they settle back in. He’s been due for some leave anyway.
He doesn’t sleep the first night. She swings drastically between being knocked out and jolting awake screaming and crying. Even once she’s gotten over the initial shock of her rescue it still takes time for her nervous system to calm down.
“I’ve got you, love- you’re safe here” he murmurs into her ear as she trembles like a leaf. “We’ll be home soon, yeah? You’ll feel better once you’re in our bed.”
The question is twofold- it is to soothe her, and also to gauge her reaction to the prospect of going home. Simon won’t hesitate to set the flat ablaze if it makes her feel better.
Start fresh.
For now she seems to sleep better if he’s got her pinned up against the wall- the bulk of him a physical barrier to anything that might enter the room.
He’s always slept between her and the door so that’s no hardship- it just takes time to realize she feels safer trapped between him and the wall.
They make it through the first night in one piece, although the next morning she will not stop chewing on her nails. With someone else, he wouldn’t necessarily be surprised- but she’s never been a nail biter.
It dawns on him, as she sits on the couch and bursts into tears, that she wants the nails (or at least the ones that survived the ordeal) off, and is winding herself up too much to take them off the way she knows she should.
Simon goes to her office; he’s watched her enough that he knows the steps and the materials she’ll need, gathering them up before coaxing her to the table.
There’s no interest in redoing them but Simon manages to get the current sets off of her so she doesn’t damage her nail beds- assuming she stops chewing on them (which she does).
Over the next few days he lets her set the pace. She’s jumpy at home and calmer when he takes her out to run errands or just to stretch their legs.
Maybe he will propose moving sooner rather than later. Their building is a shithole anyway.
He puts her in therapy after a week. It’s the only time he’s away from her. Realistically he knows it’s not good to have her so used to always being within arms length or eyesight of him- it’s not sustainable when eventually he will be called back in. But he has no qualms for the coddling he subjects her to while he’s able to. She’s quiet and comfortable with his hovering in a way she’d never tolerate before she was abducted- he figures he’ll know when she’s feeling a bit like herself again when she starts complaining about him not giving her any space.
Knowing she’s got the therapist gives him some security on how she’ll mentally cope when eventually he needs to leave again.
Her bursting into tears occurs less frequently. If Simon has to pry himself away from her to take a piss in the middle of the night she’s not up, back ramrod straight and waiting for him to come back with wet, teary eyes.
As the days tick on, bleeding into months later, Simon idly acknowledges that-short of when he’s on deployment- this is the longest they’ve gone without having sex. There’s nothing else that goes with that acknowledgement- he’s far more concerned with her well being than he is getting his kicks. He’s just taking stock of all their ‘normals’ and prior to her abduction they’d had quite the active sex life.
It’s one day as they’re watching a movie that it’s apparent Simon isn’t the only one aware of their dry spell.
They’re laying on the couch, her back pressed against his front with one of his heavy arms draped across her rib cage to keep her snuggled up against him as they watch the screen in front.
At first he thinks that she’s repositioning- thinks nothing of it and lifts his arm just enough to allow her the freedom to wiggle to a more comfortable spot. She keeps wiggling though and Simon is trying to keep his mind off the sensation of her arse grinding into his groin. Trying to ignore the way his dick twitches in interest, because- God help him- he's not dead and the love of his life is grinding her arse on him. Bodies are going to do what bodies do, and he can feel himself stiffening in response.
“Sweetheart, you need to sit still,” he whispers the plea into her ear.
Her head tilts back towards him and lust jolts through his body at the look in her eyes while she still continues to grind against him.
“I miss you, Simon,” and given how he is rarely further than grabbing distance from her, there’s very few other ways to interpret what exactly it is that she is missing.
He’s a goner when she gives him that wide, doe eyed expression paired with the prettiest “Please?” he’s ever heard in his life.
One moment they’re quiet and content laying on their sides on the couch- the next Simon’s gripping her arm and pulling her on top of him as he settles onto his back. She follows his lead and moves so her weight is settled on his hips as his hands grip hers.
It is no hardship on his end to wait for her- the patience never truly even registered in his brain. She can have as much time as she needs and Simon will give it to her gladly.
But his pretty girl batting her eyes at him and pleading softly for him? His patience isn’t the only thing he’s willing to give her.
“Are you sure?” He doesn’t mean to second guess her or make her question herself but he does want to make sure that she’s not acting on obligation.
“Yes, Simon- Please,” and who is he to deny her?
His hands are on her immediately- pulling her towards him and encouraging her to grind, knowing her sweet clit will light up at the friction of her soft panties dragging across the rough material of his jeans.
His lips find hers, separating only briefly as he hauls her dress up and over her head, happily discarding the material in a heap on the floor.
His hands grip her hips, Simon relaxing into the couch while his fingers dug into the pillow soft skin perching above him. He’s straining against the fabric of his jeans- knows the tip of his erection is leaking clear pre and it’s not just going to be her being the reason the fabric has a wet spot.
The couch is certainly not the worst place to be, his beautiful girlfriend’s tits in his face as she grinds down in his lap with little hitching breaths.
“Just like that, pretty,” he encourages, kissing down her jawbone, the length of her neck and across her collar bone before happily mouthing at her breasts which are blessedly right in his face.
Simon groans in pleasure as he teases one nipple, her sweet mewls and the grip on his hair only spurring him on.
Grabbing a handful of her plush arse, he groans in anticipation while switching from one breast to the other.
It’s been a fair while since his back has been shredded by her nails and he can’t wait to feel the bite of them dragging down the length of his spine.
“Lift up, sweetheart,” he instructs, somewhat loath to release her plump bottom but eager to get her dripping for him.
She pulls up enough for him to slip one hand between her legs. Exploring fingers are quick to spread her wetness, dipping between her folds and dragging back up to circle her clit softly.
“Fuck- Simon!” she whines in his ear.
He knows enough by now what makes her tick. Once she’s all warmed up and ready to roll, that sweet cunt of hers could take a thrashing. But warming up involves feather-light touches to get her squirming and squealing for him.
“Feels good, pretty?” he asks despite knowing the answer in the way her arms wrap around his neck and she sags against him, hips twitching as she lets him tease her.
“Ye-yeah,” she murmurs, and presses her lips against his neck as he takes another pass- finger pulling away from her clit just to draw shivers from her as he traces back down her folds and presses ever so lightly against the entrance on her- just to the first knuckle- and making his way back to tease her clit.
Each pass has her rocking her hips more as he slips more of his finger inside, eventually adding a second that has her mewling and squirming in his lap.
He’s going to have one hell of a hickey from how she’s sucking on his neck, but Simon can’t bring himself to care. Not when his ears are graced with the delightful little noises she makes- whimpers of protest as he pulls his fingers out of her, the shaky inhales as he circles her clit and the trembling moan when he once again slides his fingers inside of her to give a few pointed strokes to her g-spot just to get her shivering and blinking up at him with lust-blown eyes.
“Fuck you’re wet,” there’s absolutely zero resistance now, even when he slides a third finger inside her.
“Please,” she mewls into his skin, hips rocking in time with the thrust of his fingers into her.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.” He’s always found her an absolute delight to tease- she gets so flustered and stares at him with that doe eyed, betrayed look- how dare he make her ask for anything when it’s obvious what she wants.
“Please let me cum,” she pants as her eyes screw up in pleasure while his fingers trace and circle her clit for several passes.
“You wanna cum, love?” His tone is just a bit too soft to be a mocking tease despite the way she glares at him. Spoiled little thing so easily sliding back into her old habits.
“I’m going to bite you,” she grumbles in bemused annoyance, brows furrowing as she tries to follow his hand while teasing her.
He doesn’t doubt his little viper for a second, mollifying her displeasure with three fingers digging for that spot that makes her see stars.
“Oh~,” she mewls against him as he stokes the fires of her orgasm with a vengeance. He doesn’t stop, angling his hand so his thumb can stroke against her clit and enjoying the way she trembles against him like a leaf caught in a windstorm.
“That the spot, hm? Right there, innit?” He rumbles low in her ear, a satisfied smirk on his face as she nods in a big sweeping motion against his neck. “Come on, pretty. You wanna cum so badly? Do it.” he baits.
Mission accomplished.
Fuck he’ll remember the vision of her crying and cumming and trembling in his hold, soaking his forearm and abdomen as she squirts, for the rest of his days. His free hand runs soothingly down her back for a few passes before pulling both hands away from her.
She’s immediately whining against him, upset at having his touch taken away. “Simon, please-”
He shushes her with a kiss to her temple, “I know what you need, sweetheart,” he murmurs while deftly undoing his pants and freeing his cock.
It only takes a few strokes, already straining and ready to perform, before they’re shuffling as he pulls and maneuvers her so she’s hovering above him and Oh fuck has Simon missed this as she sinks down on him.
It always takes a couple attempts- he’s not a small man, and doesn’t want to risk injury. Not to mention there’s just something fucking delicious about only giving her a few inches, pulling back and feeding her just a few more. Slow, short, steady thrusts that get deeper bit by bit, having Simon ready to melt into the couch at the bliss of being buried in her by the time she sinks all of her weight onto him, her groin pressing against his.
She’s so fucking warm and wet, clinging to him as she shuffles to get good leverage on top of him to bounce.
Bloody fucking hell does she feel good. “That’s it, pretty. Take it all,” he encourages her while she whimpers above him- if he angles himself just right he can grind her clit against him in a way that has her sucking down air and shivering.
She’s so good for him but he knows there’s only so long she can bounce in his lap- even resting on one knee on the couch and her other foot on the floor so she can shift her weight and give leg a break every now and then, Simon throwing his head back and groaning loudly.
It’s one of the only times he’s particularly verbose- Usually content to be silent and broody unless he has a specific question in mind, the bedroom (or in this case the living room) is the one place where he is a chatterbox. The mouth on him is surreal at times, and while one would think his sweet girl would be use to the filth every now and then he’ll catch her off guard with some particularly out of pocket comment.
For now though, he’s a bit reserved- doesn’t want to go from zero to a hundred out of nowhere.
No, for now his attention is focused on the goddess bouncing on his cock, wondering if he can get her to squirt a second time if he just- he shifts underneath her, changing the angle and fucking hell does that seem to do the trick for her. Swiping one of his thumbs across his tongue before pressing it to her clit and circling again, Simon can’t help the smug look on his face when she squeals. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck,” he grunts as he thrusts up into her. From how those pretty thighs are trembling, her legs are about to give out as he fucks into her.
“Simon!” She’s yelping his name with glassy eyes and a clenching cunt “Fuck- Simon! Please-”
She doesn’t have the energy to get herself back up again- poor thing, her thighs must be burning, and he can’t help but be a cocky fuck about the fact that she loves riding his dick to the point that she physically can’t keep going.
“On your back, sweetheart,” he instructs with a light swat to her ass- appreciating the way her body jiggles at the impact.
His sweet girl has done so well and worked so hard, it’s only right that he rewards her. Once she’s on her back he grips her under her knees and folds her legs back- gives himself room between those gorgeous thighs.
“Fuck, baby- please don’t stop,” she pants underneath him, back arching in pleasure as his mouth drops to her breasts again. Her arms wrap loosely around his neck, and he twitches in anticipation at the feel of her nails tracing ever so lightly against his back.
“Not gonna stop, pretty girl.” he groans against her skin, alternating between which nipple he has between his teeth.
Fuck she’s clenching down on him like a vice. He knows she’s getting close; squirming in his grip, keeping her legs nice and spread for him. The feel of her nails reaching down his back and dragging up his spine pulls a groan that would be embarrassing if Simon could find it within himself to care in the slightest. The slight pain encourages him as he cants against her.
“Simon!” The sound of his hips knocking into the back of her thighs is loud and messy. Fuck he’s such a goner when she looks up at him with that sweet expression on her face- pure adoration and wonder in her eyes.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Fucking hell, love,” he grunts out, a second wind reinvigorating him when she starts shaking. Those plush thighs shaking in his hold as he knocks the sense out of her pretty head, he’s so fucking close he can taste it but is determined to get her across the finish line first.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he purrs in her ear, “You feel fucking perfect taking my cock. This wet cunt’s all mine, innit?”
All she can do is chant “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over again- Simon’s not sure if even she is certain if she’s repeating the word to answer him, or if she’s just babbling because he’s making her feel good and she’s getting close.
“You gonna cum again love? Gonna soak me, hm?” He’s just running his mouth now- knows the shit she likes to hear, reaffirmed by the way she’s shivering in his hold and crying for it with a glassy eyed gaze.
Whatever she is going to respond with is cut off with a squeal. Simon rears back, enjoying the show as she makes a mess all over his cock with her eyes rolled back. He lets go of one of her legs in favor of teasing her clit just shy of overstimulation to prolong her orgasm- she lets him for a time before her hands abandon shredding his back in favor of wrapping around his wrist in a plea for mercy.
“Simon it’s too much,” she laments with teary eyes as he pulls his hand away with a chuckle and a chaste kiss.
He stays curled over her, hips driving into hers. “Tell me where you want it,” he instructs.
“Inside! Please, I want it inside!” Her answer is sharp and immediate, the leg not pinned to her chest wrapping around his waist like she is daring him to even try to pull out.
And fuck there is something cathartic about his orgasm when it hits. Burying his face in her soft body while his hips snapped into hers a few times, Simon groans as his vision damn near whites out for a second.
Simon knows better than most that there’s good days and bad days- and a presumed good day can become a bad day quicker than one can blink. But overall he feels like consistently she’s doing better all around. They take their time calming down, Simon showering her in attention and getting a feel for where her head is at. Praising her for how well she did and making sure she feels stable.
He lets out a breath, feeling confident that she’s settled, having a good day, and everything is fine for now.
And it is. Until about two hours later.
One moment they’re finishing the movie they’d initially started before the impromptu romp on the couch, and then Simon has a 3 second warning of her sniffling as she obviously tries to fight back the tears and then she’s sobbing harder than she has in weeks.
Simon goes from content to concerned in a second, his blood turning to ice in his veins. His immediate assumption is that their prior activities finally caught up with her mentally and now that she’s had time to think it over it wasn’t good. It was too fucking soon to have sex. He should have told her no, should have been gentler, should have-
“Sweetheart? Talk to me,” his voice is tinged with a thinly controlled concern (not panic he convinces himself) and while he means to comfort her, she can hear his tone and that just sets her off anew.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she blubbers, turning to face him. “I don’t know why I’m crying!”
That settles Simon’s nerves somewhat, stroking her back and pulling her close to comfort her. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” he soothes her, listening to her sniffle against his shirt after shoving her into the crook of his neck.
“I just want to feel normal again,” she sobs into his collar.
“You will, love,” he assures her- never mind that ‘normal’ is something that even he struggles with on a near daily basis. “It’ll take time but you’ll get there. I promise.”
He’s a bastard for making a promise to her that he can’t guarantee to keep. There’s a part of him that knows that- hell, he’s been working on his shit for years and he still doesn’t feel normal most days.
But while he can’t promise that she’ll ever get back to feeling exactly the same as she did before all of this happened, he can promise that he’ll be by her side and ensure she’s adjusting. It will take time, and work, but Simon will make sure she gets there one step at a time.
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Hello there! This is my first time requesting a Tumblr fic so please excuse me if I do this wrong lol
May I request Omegaverse Beta Jonathan Byers x Omega Male Reader with a domestic life and they have twins(girl and boy; maybe add a little sibling squabble 👀); And a little angst where Jonathan feels insecure about being with the reader because he isn't an alpha and reader cheers him up with his words and it's just super fluffy at the end.
Well I'm glad I'm your first!
Sorry it took so long, got a lot of asks lmao.
And you're doing great!
X
Today was stressful for Johnathan.
The twins were fighting all morning over (sons name) stealing (daughter's name)s barbie because his toy needed a girlfriend and it was just a mess for the Alpha and beta and they basically told (sons name) they would find his toy a girlfriend but to not mess with his sister's toys unless he wants her to mess with his.
And to top it off he's been hearing... comments about his mating with (name).
Mainly about how he had no business as a beta to be with an Omega like (name).
Omegas like (name) apparently need strong alphas like Billy or hell even Eddie!
He had nothing against Eddie he was great but sometimes he envied the fact he was an alpha.
He couldn't scent (name) like an alpha.
He wasn't dominating or intimidating like one either.
He was just Johnathan.
Walking in he saw the twins fighting again as (name) took the toy from them "what did we talk about sharing, if one of you is playing with a toy, the other has to wait their turn"
Glancing at Johnathan he smiled and discreetly gestured to follow him to the kitchen and the beta complied, the Omega going to a cabinet where the pups can't reach and behind the four was a bag of m&ms for baking "gimmie your hand" he whispered as the two ate their treat "(name)..." Johnathan asked hesitantly as the Omega who looked at him like he hung the moon "a-are you happy with a beta as a mate?"
"Who said otherwise?" (Name) asked hugging the other who in turn looked away "just some people around town... They think you deserve an alpha"
"I don't want an alpha, I want my sweet compassionate beta mate who wakes me with kisses and rubbed my feet when I was carrying the pups" (name) said resolutely before continuing "besides I think last night was proof enough on how happy I was to have you as a mate..." (Name) said with a shit eating grin.
"Are you sure...?" Johnathan had those puppy eyes that made (name) weak "wouldn't have let you mated me then knock me up if I wasn't 100% sure"
"I love you baby"
"I love you too my handsome beta"
#omegaverse#stranger things x reader#stranger things x male reader#male reader#johnathan byers x reader#Johnathan Byers x male reader
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Salvation Chapter 7: Reader
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Story Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?
Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)
Word Count: ~31k total
A/N: None.
"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy, Foggy…"
What the hell is that? Y/N thought as she was pulled out of the best sleep she had gotten in years.
"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy, Foggy…"
She realized that the noise was coming from Matt's nightstand. "Matt, baby, your phone is ringing," she mumbled. "Please make it stop."
"Mmm," Matt sleepily replied, his chest rumbling underneath Y/N's head. "'Kay."
"Foggy, Foggy."
Y/N nuzzled Matt's chest, sighing happily as blessed silence filled the room.
"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy, Foggy…" Matt's phone started up again.
"Shit," Matt muttered.
Y/N raised her head and cracked a bleary eye open as Matt reached towards his nightstand. "It'd better be murder or else I might be committing one," she joked.
Matt chuckled then answered the call. "Yeah, Foggy. No, I'm awake. What's up? Uh huh. Uh huh. Okay. Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible. Yeah. Yeah, I'll tell you about it later. Okay, bye."
He huffed out a laugh as he hung up. "You were right. Emergency client, wrongfully accused of murder. Meeting at the office in an hour."
Y/N stretched luxuriously, pleasantly sore in all the right places. "Mmkay. Gimmie just a minute and I'll get up and get going."
Matt looked torn. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. This isn't how I planned the morning after our first night together to go. I wanted to treat you right -- wake you up properly, make you breakfast in bed, maybe give you a massage since you like my hands so much…"
Y/N's face heated at both Matt's insinuation and the memory of what exactly he did with those hands the previous night. "It's okay. You can make it up to me later… As long as I get a repeat of last night too."
Matt grinned and gave her a kiss. "Mmm. Deal."
Y/N ogled him shamelessly as he got out of bed. "Shower together? It'll save both time and water. No funny business, I promise."
Matt grinned. "Oh, I think we have time for a little bit of funny business."
Y/N laughed. " Fine , but don't blame me if you're late."
They took a quick shower, (mostly) keeping their hands to themselves, then moved to the sink to brush their teeth before heading back to Matt's bedroom to dress.
Y/N pulled on the outfit she had intended to change into the evening before while Matt put on one of his suits.
Matt came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Mmm, I can smell myself on you," he said, nuzzling her neck. "I kind of like it -- the perfect blend of the two of us."
"Careful, Matt, your caveman is showing," Y/N replied with a laugh, tilting her head to give him better access.
Matt nosed at her pulse point, his stubble scratching deliciously along her skin. "It's intoxicating."
Y/N shivered. If someone's life hadn't literally been on the line... "Matt, honey, you're definitely going to be late if you keep this up because I'm about two seconds away from dragging you back to bed."
"Yeah, okay, good point." Matt gave her a quick kiss on her neck and let go. “We probably should get going.”
They exited Matt's bedroom and headed back into the main area of the apartment.
Y/N grabbed her purse then walked over to the door, where Matt was waiting for her, cane in hand.
"What time is it?" Matt asked.
Y/N checked her phone for the time. "Mmm, 7:33, why?"
"Because I should have time to at least walk you home on my way to the office." Matt held out a hand. "Shall we?"
Y/N took it with a smile. "We shall."
They walked together to Y/N's house, making it quickly down the mostly-empty streets.
Soon they stopped in front of Y/N's door.
Matt smiled. "I'll call you after I get done with this client. Maybe we can grab brunch? Or possibly a late lunch or early dinner, depending on how long this takes."
Y/N smoothed down Matt's tie and gave him a kiss. "Sounds great."
She bit her lip. "By the way, I had a really great time last night."
Matt grinned. "So did I. Looking forward to our re-do."
"Me too." Y/N gave Matt one last kiss. "Okay, Counselor, go help your client."
She unlocked her door and let herself in. As much as she would've loved to just stay in bed with Matt all day, she knew the people of Hell's Kitchen needed him.
She set her purse down then moved to the kitchen to grab a drink before heading upstairs to her office.
She plugged her phone in to charge and powered on her laptop, scrolling through her emails and flagging the ones from repeat clients with new jobs to reply to later before checking her freelancing account for new client requests. She rolled her eyes at the numerous term paper and college admissions essay requests and marked the few remaining as potentials.
She was considering starting on the latest web journal article one of her regulars had requested when her phone rang.
She smiled. "Hi honey, done already?"
"Hey, sweetheart," Matt replied. "No, Foggy and I are on our way to the police station to interview our client, but I just wanted to give you a heads-up that it'll definitely be closer to dinner by the time we hang it up for today."
Y/N could hear Foggy saying something in the background.
Matt chuckled. "Foggy said he'll definitely need a drink or twelve tonight, so we could do dinner at the office and maybe Josie's after?"
"Yeah, that sounds good. Tell Foggy I'm in."
"Will do. So granted nothing else goes sideways… dinner around 7?"
Y/N laughed lightly. "Sure. Want me to pick something up?"
"Yeah, that'd be perfect. I gotta run for now, but I'll call you back later? We're here."
"Ok, honey. Good luck!"
"Thanks, sweetheart. Bye."
"Bye."
Y/N hung up and stretched. Well, since my day is now free I might as well use it to get a jump on work.
She popped in her earbuds and put some music on, then got busy, managing to knock out most of the projects she had already lined up for the week before she needed to get ready to go.
She chuckled to herself as she marked her final task of the day off of her to-do list, pleased with her accomplishments. Who knew that being happy and in love would do wonders for my productivity?
She, Matt, Foggy, and Karen had wound up settling on Mimi's when Matt had called her earlier to work out dinner details, so Y/N showered and changed then headed out to pick up their food.
"Hi, Y/N. Mr. Murdock working today?" Abby asked when Y/N walked up to the podium.
Y/N nodded. "Yep, the law never sleeps, or however the saying goes."
Abby nodded then retrieved several to-go bags from the counter behind her. "Here's your order. Nonna also included dessert -- she's thinking about expanding the menu and is trying a few new recipes. I think she made panna cotta today."
"Oh, cool. Tell her thanks."
"Oh, and she also said to tell Mr. Murdock thank you for recommending us for that catering gig. That really helped business pick up."
"Will do. Thanks, Abby."
Y/N also stopped by the liquor store to pick up a couple of six packs of beer and bottles of wine before heading to Nelson & Murdock. "Knock knock!" she said as she let herself into the empty reception area.
"We're in here!" Matt called out from the conference room.
Y/N headed down the hall. "I come bearing food."
"And you even brought wine and beer," Foggy said as Y/N entered their conference room and set the bags down. "Bless you. See Matt, I told you she was a keeper."
Y/N laughed. "Aww gee, thanks, Foggy. That's nice to hear."
Y/N wrapped her arms around Matt, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, honey. Hey Kare."
"Hey, Y/N," Karen replied.
"Hi, sweetheart," Matt said, turning his head to give Y/N a proper kiss on the lips. "Thanks for picking up dinner."
"Yeah, thanks," Foggy added. "We really appreciate it. Today's been a day ."
Y/N shrugged as Karen began to unload the bags. "It's the least I could do for the hardest working legal team in New York. By the way, Mrs. Morelli sends her thanks for the catering recommendation as well as some panna cotta . Abby said she's testing out new desserts to potentially add to the menu."
"I will happily be Mrs. Morelli's culinary guinea pig," Foggy declared. "Everything she makes is excellent."
"100% agreed," Karen added, handing Y/N her food. "Here's yours, Y/N."
Y/N took her to-go container from Karen. "Thanks, Kare. Matt, honey, you want beer or wine?"
"Mmm, I'll take a beer," Matt replied. "Thanks, sweetheart."
Y/N sat next to Matt after pouring herself a glass of wine and handing him a beer. "So, how's the case going?" she asked as they all dug into their dinner.
"Well right now it's not looking too good," Foggy replied. "But we just started going over the files that the previous defense attorney had gathered. Turns out our client's former attorney was arrested on Friday for taking bribes, so let's just say that his files weren't exactly the most detailed or organized."
Y/N grimaced. "Yikes."
"We're basically starting from scratch," Karen added. "There's witnesses to be re-interviewed and discovery to try to track down, not to mention a major backlog of old cases that still need to be input into the new computer software. Plus I wanted to try to get started on updating our filing system tomorrow, but that's definitely not going to happen now."
Y/N took a sip of her wine. "Want some help?"
"Seriously?” Karen replied. “That would be great."
Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I had a really productive day today and don't have any major projects or pressing deadlines at the moment, so I can at least help get started on the data entry and filing stuff while you all focus on this case and whatever else that happens to come up in the meantime."
She grinned. "I mean, as long as Matt and Foggy don't mind the free labor."
"You're hired," Foggy said immediately.
Y/N laughed. "Well okay then."
Foggy shook his head with a grin. "No but really, Matt and I have desperately been needing to hire another office assistant to help Karen, so you wouldn't be interested in actually coming to work for us, would you? I mean we couldn't pay you a lot but I'm sure we can work something out."
Matt nodded. "You know, I was thinking the same thing. Of course I'd never ask you to give up any of your clients, sweetheart, so feel free to say no if you're not interested, but we really could use the extra help."
Y/N bit her lip as she thought for a moment. "You know, business has been steady enough to where I was thinking about taking on fewer one-off clients and just focusing on clients with more regular assignments anyway, so how about I do full-time to start since my schedule's open then drop down to part-time once everything gets organized and you guys get this case under control?"
"That sounds fine to me. Foggy? Karen?"
"Yeah, that sounds great," Foggy added.
"That's super helpful," Karen chimed in.
"Okay, then it's settled. When do you want me to start?"
Matt grinned. "Is tomorrow morning too soon?"
"No, tomorrow's fine."
"Okay, great," Foggy said. "We'll finalize your schedule and everything when you get here."
"Sounds good."
Foggy tapped his hand on the table. "This calls for a toast. I think it's time to open the Jameson."
"I agree," Matt added. "I'll go grab it, be right back."
"Foggy, hon, why don't you go help him?" Karen chimed in as Matt left the room.
"Oh, I'm sure he's got it," Foggy replied.
Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing as Karen shot Foggy a look. "I think Matt needs some help," Karen said pointedly.
"Oh… Oh, right! Right, I should go help Matt with that." Foggy stood. "Yeah, I'll be right back too."
Karen turned to Y/N as soon as Matt and Foggy were both out of the room. "Ok, so spill."
"Spill what?" Y/N replied innocently.
Karen rolled her eyes playfully. "You know what, missy! You're absolutely glowing and Matt looked more relaxed when he walked into the office this morning than I've seen him in years despite having been called in before 8 am on a Sunday, so something happened."
She gasped and dropped her voice to a whisper. "You two finally slept together, didn't you?"
Y/N grinned even as her face heated. "Now Kare, you know a lady never kisses and tells."
"You did! No wonder you're both in such good moods today."
Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Ok, ok, you got me. I stayed over at Matt's place last night."
"How was it?"
Y/N grinned slyly. "Which time?"
"Which time -- How many were there?"
"Well, there was the first time, which was perfect -- it was soft, and slow, and just… Well, 'earth-shattering' is really the only way I can describe it . There was a second time -- in the shower, I might add -- which was also amazing, then later on there was a third time, which… well, honestly probably ties with the first round as the best sex of my life." Y/N's face heated at the memory. After dinner Matt had made her fall apart twice on his fingers and tongue before making love to her again. "I tell you, Kare, the things that man can do with his hands and mouth… Not just good for arguing cases. Mmph."
Matt was by far the most generous and caring lover Y/N had ever had. Sex with Colin had mostly consisted of making sure that Colin's needs were met and had almost always left Y/N unsatisfied; on the other hand, sex with Matt, however limited it was so far in Y/N's experience, had been very satisfying. Not only did Matt make sure Y/N's needs were fulfilled (and multiple times at that) before his own, but he also seemed to instinctively know exactly what Y/N needed without any guidance.
Karen winced. "Oh, shit, so Foggy's call this morning then…"
Y/N shook her head. "We were still sleeping and even if we hadn't been someone's life is literally on the line, so it's totally okay."
She grinned. "Besides, Matt promised me a re-do."
Karen laughed. "You go, girl."
Y/N took a sip of her wine. "So since we're talking about really great sex, what about Foggy? I bet he's no slouch between the sheets either."
Karen grinned. "Not at all. Let me just say that his mouth also isn't only good for arguing cases."
Y/N raised her glass of wine. "To Nelson and Murdock, aces in both the courtroom and in the bedroom."
Karen laughed and clinked her beer bottle against it. "Cheers to that."
"Hey, ladies, what are we toasting to?" Foggy asked as he and Matt returned with a bottle of whiskey and 4 glasses.
"Oh, just to another job well done," Karen said.
Y/N snorted out a laugh before turning towards Matt.
She frowned. "Matt, honey, are you feeling okay? Your face is really red."
Matt shook his head. "What? Oh, uh, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
Matt nodded as he set the bottle of whiskey he was carrying down on the table and sat. "Yep. Just a bit warm in here, that's all. I'll be fine in a minute."
"Okay, if you're sure."
"Mmhmm."
Y/N gave Matt another quizzical look before turning back to Karen. I hope he's not coming down with something. "Yeah, Kare, wow, very interesting story about that case. Impressive. Good job, all of you."
"Anyway, time to celebrate," Matt jumped in, opening the bottle of scotch and pouring them each a glass. "To the newest official employee of Nelson and Murdock -- welcome to the team, Y/N. Glad to have you join us."
"Thank you, thank you," Y/N said as they all clinked their glasses together. "Happy to be here."
The four of them finished dinner and moved on to dessert, all agreeing that Mrs. Morelli's panna cotta was the best thing they had ever eaten.
"Alright, I think I'm gonna call it a night," Y/N said after they had finished all of the beer and wine and half of the bottle of Jameson. "I can't do Josie's on top of all this, especially if I have to function in the morning."
Matt nodded. "I'll walk you home, sweetheart. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow, so I'm gonna call it too."
Karen stood and began to clean up. "Yeah, same. I'm exhausted."
"Me too," Foggy agreed. "Thanks again for picking up dinner and drinks, Y/N."
Y/N gave a shrug. "No problem. Glad to help in any way I can."
They quickly cleaned up and headed out, Karen locking the door behind them. "See you two tomorrow," she said.
"See you tomorrow," Y/N agreed.
"Good night," Foggy added.
"'Night," Matt added.
Y/N took Matt's hand as they made the familiar trek to her house, Matt not even bothering with his cane since he had Y/N to guide him.
"You're sure it's okay if I come to work for you?" Y/N asked as they walked. "I really don't mind just helping out temporarily until everything gets organized or you guys hire someone else."
Matt nodded. "Honestly, sweetheart, I'm thrilled that you'll be an official member of the Nelson and Murdock team. Not only do I really appreciate the extra help but it'll be great to be able to see you more often, even if we'll both be working."
He paused. "Unless you've changed your mind?"
Y/N shook her head. "No, of course not, I'm just thinking… How are we going to handle our personal relationship while at the office? I know Karen works for you guys and she and Foggy are dating, but they got together way after you hired her. You literally just gave your girlfriend a job."
"Technically, Foggy gave my girlfriend a job. I just agreed to it."
Y/N playfully tapped him on the arm with her free hand. "You know what I mean."
Matt chuckled. "Yeah, I do. We're a private firm, so there's no rule against nepotism, and either way, it's not like we hired you solely because you're my girlfriend. You're more than qualified for the position. Besides, now that you're an official employee of the firm I can discuss cases openly with you, including our latest. You might have some insight that the rest of us haven't thought of."
He bit his lip. "By the way, thank you again for being so understanding about this morning."
Y/N shook her head. "Seriously, it's not a big deal. What you do is important and I can handle having the morning after date night interrupted on occasion if it means possibly saving a client's life."
Matt gave her hand a squeeze. "I still want to make it up to you as soon as I can."
They paused outside Y/N's front door.
Y/N grinned. "You know, I'd invite you in but I'm starting a new job tomorrow and I really want to impress my bosses -- well, one of them, anyway. You see, he's this badass lawyer who really cares about helping people in need, and he's smart, and caring, and kind, and very handsome, and he looks great in a business suit…" Y/N trailed a finger down the lapel of Matt's suit. "Looks just as good out of it too, or so I hear. Hell of a good kisser and fantastic in bed, knows exactly how to please a woman."
Matt smirked even as his cheeks turned pink. "Oh really now?"
"Mmhmm." Y/N then reached up and traced the sides of Matt's glasses. "Oh, and he wears these red tinted glasses, which actually kinda give him this sexy air of mystery in addition to just being really cool."
Matt huffed out a laugh and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Sexy, huh?"
Y/N nodded. "Oh yeah. Very sexy."
"Kinda sounds like you're into him. Should I be jealous?"
Y/N pretended to think. "Nah, he already has a girlfriend and seems to be pretty devoted to her. Besides, who needs him when I have a smart, caring, kind, and incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend of my own to whom I'm 100% devoted?"
Matt laughed. "You know, maybe I should walk you to work anyway. Show this new boss of yours that you're spoken for, just in case."
God, Y/N loved him. "Yeah, okay, if you insist . But didn't you tell me that you just hired a new office assistant? Maybe it's me who should be jealous."
Matt pretended to think. "Hmm… well, my new office assistant is very patient, and understanding, and kind, and caring, and she's also beautiful both inside and out… but I'm pretty sure she has a boyfriend."
"Aww, gee, well that's too bad."
Matt shook his head. "Wouldn't matter anyway since I have a patient and understanding and kind and caring and very beautiful girlfriend of my own to whom I'm 100% devoted."
Y/N grinned. "Lucky girl."
Matt shook his head. "I'm definitely the lucky one."
Y/N's face heated. "Matt…"
Matt gave her a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be by around 8:30 tomorrow morning?"
"Sounds great." Y/N tilted her face up and gave Matt a slow and tender kiss. "Good night, honey."
She bit her tongue to keep from adding I love you . As much as she felt it, this wasn't the right moment to say it for the first time.
Matt nuzzled her nose with his before giving her one last peck. "Night, sweetheart. See you in the morning."
Y/N headed in and closed and locked the door behind her. Life can't get much better than this.
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Had me going feral.
Can you elaborate on the kids?;), love some domestic Eddie (only if u feel comfortable mwah)
OFC!!! Gimmie a chance to talk abt older!Eddies twins n i fuckn will, also so sorry i just got home<3
BUT older!Eddie has 2 kids, specifically twins a boy and a girl their names are Oswald and Aurora (can you tell their mother named them?” Eddie calls Oswald, Ozzy or Oz, and he calls Aurora pumpkin since they were born in October. They are 5 when reader meets them🥰
He has split custody and is fighting for full custody over them, which how low he rents his house from the readers dad it works out with all the court funds.
His kid’s are def daddys kids, they prefer him and reader to their mother.
EDDIE SPOILS THEM ABSOLUTELY ROTTEN, like there’s already mini drum sets, guitars anything really around his house. Hoping that they’ll one day take an interest in music like he did. He buys them new toys everytime he sees them, and they get anything and everything they want.
Eddies kids are his WORLD, like he’s dumped MANY women in the past bc they wanted to be put first since he only see’s them on the weekend.
Ozzy and Aurora take after their dad in both looks AND personality, the Munson family is filled with lil chaotic shits. Aurora is a prankster while Ozzy is a climber…you can see how well they work together.
Their full names are:
Aurora Beth Munson
And
Oswald Wayne Munson
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It’s the one peice au againnnnnn! Part two to my story (tldr part one papyrus saw a drowning person it wasn’t a drowning person it was a seal but he himself drowned ‘saving’ the seal and had to be rescued. He scared the he’ll out of his brother who thought he died. And blue wants to keep the deal as a pet and cash asked how much he could sell it for)
Blue comes out of sans room. “ so sans and papyrus are all chill now it’s ok to go talk to them sans promises to not throw any more swords at anyone and that I just caught him in a bad moment earlier. Anyways… I was gonna show him squishy! Hey where’d he go?” Red sighed. “Squishy ate a fish I fed him and then jumped back in the water on his own. Because he was a WILD ANIMAL. Look though! You can see him and his happy little friends at the happy little island razz is gonna park us at while we help happy little sans feel better after that happy little accident”. Blue started beaming as the sarcasm had flown right over his happy little head.
Stretch got out a fishing rod. “Here blue if you really want we can catch some fish to feed the seals. But I doubt they will eat from our hands so we should leave them on the beach for them to find. And red, take your attitude and shove it up your (butt). Sans is crying rn and papyrus is in medical need and CASH NO STOP NO CARCHONG THE SEALS EITH OUR ONLY GLOD FISHING NET never mind I’m goin back to my room.” Stretch wa socerwhelmed by all that was happening and retreated.
They anchored while their captain got better and razz came on deck for some fresh air as he was feeling a little dizzy. Blue jumped. “RAZZ WHEN WAS THE LAST TOME YOU ATE LR SLEPT? Cmon let’s go raid the kitchen and get you some food”. “Nah I’m fine.” “Cinimon! Does this dude look fine?” Cinimon looked over from where he was trying to bait a fishing rod. “He looks fine to me”. “Never mind everyone aways looks fine to you all he time”.
Blue helped cimnon bait the hook and cast the line. “Ok razz I’m gonna catch some fish and bear is gonna cook them and I’m gonna MAKE YOU EAT THEM”. “IM FINE” his stomach growled. “You are not.” Razz stormed off to his room and ran into bear who grabbed him and placed him back on the deck. “Not untill after you eat. Dinner should be in an hour depending on how lucky our fishermen are”.
Blue reeled in a tin can. Cash polished it up and got rid of the dent. “ hmm this is an antique limited edition can from a product that stopped selling years ago ( it was a regular can and had the date from a month ago carved in the side as the expiration). Yes yes this can is worth a lot of money”. He squirreled it away in his pockets.
Cinimon lost the bait and had to get a new one. Blue tried again and caught the back of his own pants. Cash took the rod and cast in the wrong spot and sent the line ashore and they had to drag it back. Cinimon inquired about blues pants. “Oh they’re somewhere in the ocean! Don’t worry I still have the pair with the hole in the knee!” Cash made blue go in his room and put them on before anyone else saw him.
Cash tried again and caught a board from the side of the ship after insisting the line was fighting so hard cuz it was ‘a big one’. Blue ran into reds room. ‘You ever heard of knockin?” “AHGTHPTHTHERESAPLANKMISSINGITCAMELOOSEANDTHEWATERSCOMINGINAND WEREALLGONNADIEANDIGIVEUPONFISHING”. “WHOA slow down. Hey the floor isn’t centered. Did you say a plank got loose? I better go patch the hole right away.”
Red went below deck and fixed the hole and brought the fish back from where it got in. “Well the ships a better fisher than you oafs! Here bear go prepare this one for razz hey where did he go? You idiots Gimmie that rod!” Red snatched the rod and cast it. “Hey how come I fished a pair of pants?” Blue got exited “ oh THOSE ARE MINE can I have them back”? “ ok but wah them before you wear them”.
Red cast again. “Lookie here! A nice ( insert saltwater fish here)! A big one too! And that, boys, is how you catch a fish.” Red cast again. Sans finally came out of his room. “Any Luck?” Blue hugged him “are you feeling any better? You were all out of sorts so we anchored on the island full of seals!” Cinimon chimed in “we had a lot of luck! First I got a rare limited edition can! Cash! Show him our find! And then I lost the bait! And then we caught blues pants! Then cash had a go and he was the luckiest he caught the entire island! After that he caught the ship! Red didn’t think that was a lucky catch. And then red caught two fish and a pair of pants!”
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Yesss domestic scenarios are the shit!! I love imagining day to day life with the slashers, or stuff about them like what their favourite animal is or what music they like. It makes them feel more human imo.
Yes, agreed!!
Like yeah, I know Jason is a zombie now, but I wanna think about doing my laundry with my zombie bf 🥺
Or cooking dinner with my texas husbands. Love the idea of Thomas holding my hand over the knife and helping me chop properly 🥰
Or going on a car ride with Michael. A song would come on the radio that we both recognize and get ro jam out together.
Love the idea of going shopping with Jesse too 😍
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FIC: Just Swimmingly ch.1 (BAON)
Summary: Stretch and Edge are happily living their best lives together, despite the occasional setbacks. This might be another one.
Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags To Come
Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.
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"that's it, babe, i'm finished. stick a fork in me, i'm done."
Edge looked over to where his husband was flopped back in the grass, an arm slung over his eye sockets. His sweatshirt had been shed some time ago, followed by his tank top and now he was stripped down to his lovely, if somewhat sweaty, rib cage. He couldn’t blame Stretch for his exhaustion, they’d been working hard since early this morning and even he was starting to feel weariness setting in.
"Not quite finished, but close," Edge allowed. "It's looking very good."
That was enough to Stretch to rise all the way onto his elbows in outrage. "excuse me, it is looking fantastic. amazing. brilliant. gimmie a second to find a thesaurus and i'll toss a few more adjectives your way."
Edge had to admit that he was right. Their new pond was shaping up into a fine addition for their backyard. Surrounded by large stones to support the two small waterfalls, the narrow path that led to it from the coop was surrounded by plants that were both visually appealing and of types that any domesticated poultry would find an appetizing snack. What couldn't be seen was the dedicated filter and drain that would keep the water clean and the automatic vacuum that would run at night to keep bottom muck free for their little aquatic acquisition.
He'd spent days researching the best way to build it, another few designing it and ordering the necessary supplies. If they were going to have a duck pond in their increasingly hectic backyard, then they were going to have the best one that he could possibly manage, but it wasn’t only the aesthetic that made all the effort worth it. There was also the way Stretch scrambled up and shifted his sprawl across Edge’s back, hugging him tightly. “hey, babe, thanks for doing this.”
“You’re welcome,” Edge leaned back into his arms, “but I honestly can’t fathom why you would ever think I wouldn’t.”
“i don’t think you wouldn’t,” Stretch said. The words were muffled, his mouth pressed close to Edge’s temple. “but you made it a priority over your kitchen when you really didn’t have to."
The kitchen was still waiting on its remodel and that was certainly his next project, but the issues there were entirely cosmetic; the kitchen was still useable, if less than aesthetically pleasing. A small duckling would not remain small for very long and needed a pond as soon as possible. The little basin Cheese had been using was not an adequate substitute.
“Of course, I did,” Edge reached back to gently touched Stretch’s cheekbone, traced the arch with his thumb, glove whispering against bone. “What kind of person would I be if I didn’t put my grand duckling first?” He highly doubted he would have said the same when they first came to the surface. In fact, he would have assumed anyone who even suggested such a thing to him was a raving lunatic. These days, adjusting his life for not only Stretch but also chickens, neighborhood children, and experiments that would be right at home in any mad scientist’s laboratory was not only automatic, it was also a pleasure.
Stretch snorted, nipping teasingly as those fingers wandered down to his jaw. "yeah, okay, grandpa. welp, we got the water and we've got the plants in it. we put in those tablets you got to regulate the ph and we've got the little waterfalls going. can we bring cheese to it now?"
Edge drew away, crawling across the grass to pick up his clipboard. He made a show of checking the list until Stretch was practically rolling on the ground in moaning impatience.
"I believe we can introduce our newest family member to their own personal playground," Edge allowed. He nearly fell back on the ground when Stretch scrambled over right into his lap, flinging his skinny arms around him.
"yes!” Stretch cheered, “time for swimmies!" Too loudly and right into Edge’s audial canal. Before he could plot any sort of revenge, ticklish, pleasurable, or otherwise, Stretch was already squirming free and bouncing to his feet. He might have used up all his energy allotted for labor, but it seemed he kept a reserve stored for excitement.
'Swimmies?" Edge mouthed, but he only shook his head and climbed to his feet to begin picking up the tools scattered about, setting them back into his toolbox. Despite the day's work, his leg was only just starting to ache. He stretched it out with a grimace but didn't yet reach for his cane. After so much bending and moving today, he'd likely need it tonight and possibly some time with an ice pack as well. It was definitely getting better, slowly but surely. Today was simply pushing him to his limits.
"cleanup can come later, babe, you gotta watch!" Stretch called.
Obediently, Edge sat in one of the deck chairs Stretch had pulled over that morning for breaktime. "Watching."
With a flourish worthy of a game show host, Stretch opened the coop door and three chickens plus a duckling came scurrying eagerly out. Before they could get far, Stretch scooped up Cheese, holding the little bundle of yellow fluff and cooing to them. Already they were visible larger, soon they would begin to shed their baby down and real feathers would begin growing in.
The tiny quacks rose in volume as Stretch carried Cheese towards the pond and before he even made it to the walkway, the little duckling was squirming loose. Stretch set them down hastily before they could fall and Cheese made a beeline straight for the pond, splashing in, their little webbed feet paddling furiously as they quacked enthusiastically.
Nugget was less than pleased with her adopted child's watery delight. She stood on the artificial shoreline, flapping her wings and loudly expressing her displeasure. Cheese ignored her loud scolding and cackles, swimming happily, and finally Nugget began to sulkily scratch around the fresh landscaping in search of bugs, occasionally giving her child a grouchy glare. Noodle and Dumpling were less concerned with the latest member of their flock and were already inspecting their new territory.
"guess it works," Stretch laughed. He was nearly clapping his hands in glee as he watched Cheese contentedly swim circles around their new watering hole.
“It better, after all that effort.” Edge set both hands at the small of his back and stretched, groaning as his joints popped. “Let them swim for a while and then we can go get cleaned up so I can start on dinner.”
Stretch scrambled for his phone, wincing as he checked the time. "shit, i didn't tell you, i'm meeting andy in town tonight. sorry, babe, it slipped my mind."
"Not a problem.” His dinner plans could be easily adjusted to account for leftovers. More curious, and suspicious, was those two going out for the evening, particularly without himself and Antwan invited along. “What are the two of you up to?"
“checking out a few bands,” Stretch said promptly. He scooped his sweatshirt off the ground, his voice briefly muffled as he pulled it over his head. “see, catty gives andy a list of local bands who profess to be monster supporters to check out. word gets arounds that being supportive of monsters can get you gigs at our events and the embassy pays well.” That was both explanation enough and a guilty relief. Neither he nor Antwan were fans of the sort of music that Catty was likely seeking. “andy is checking their sound but also trying to poke around and see if it’s all just lip service since the only asshole we want on the payroll is your bro.” He leered, running his tongue lightly over his teeth. “you’ll have to wait for my lip service until i get home.”
“an impressive feat, considering your lack of lips,” Edge said dryly. He waited for Stretch to secure their flock back in the coop, despite Cheese’s heartbreaking protests for a longer swim time. Then he took a step towards the house and while he was sure his expression didn’t change in the slightest, he accepted the cane when Stretch pointedly handed it to him. “Thank you.”
“uh huh, try saying that a little less like ‘fuck off’ and i’ll buy it,” Stretch said cheerfully. “gonna head upstairs to change. hey, wait.” Just inside the door, Stretch pushed Edge up against the wall, both arms braced on either side of him as he leaned in. The sharp thrill that rumbled through Edge’s soul was sadly disappointed when all Stretch did was say firmly. “promise me you won’t spend the whole time i’m gone working. do some of your action figures or make some muffins. do something else, okay?”
“I promise.” Still caught in the loose cage of Stretch’s arms, Edge stripped off his dirty gloves and dropped them to the floor, then reached up to cup his face lightly, cautiously, between his bare hands as he leaned up to kiss him with gentle affection.
“liar,” Stretch murmured against his mouth. He stole another gentle kiss, another slightly less gentle one, then drew back, “you’ll tell yourself just one more thing and then get caught up in something important so when i get home, you’ll be sitting on the sofa and your leg is gonna hurt like a bitch because you didn’t move for five hours.”
“That does sound like me,” Edge agreed, stealing a last kiss before letting Stretch escape upstairs.
What he did not say was that the house tended to be too quiet without Stretch in it. Even when he was only sleeping next to Edge, his presence carried a certain weight that seemed to fill the room. Work was more immersive than any of his hobbies and he would be less likely to be constantly about to speak to Stretch only to remember that he wasn’t there.
Ridiculous, really, that he could miss Stretch before he was even gone, and he wasn’t about to say a word. He wouldn’t try to hold Stretch back for the world, certainly not from his friendship with Jeff.
He was setting up his laptop on the coffee table when Stretch came back downstairs, dressed entirely from Edge’s side of the closet, the warm pulse in his soul was far less from affection and more foreshadowing of the night he hoped would come when Stretch returned. Edge might not have chosen to wear a striped shirt with that jacket, but it was undeniably attractive on Stretch’s tall, slim form, particularly coupled with jeans that clung to his femurs, all the way down to the borrowed boots on his feet.
Stretch was never oblivious to his gaze and playfully struck a pose that would have given Mettaton a fit of jealousy.
“like the coming attraction?” Stretch said teasingly. He gave a little shimmy and Edge’s mouth went dry.
“Always.” He let it come out in a rough growl, watched the brief flicker of orange color Stretch’s eye lights.
His tongue flicked out over his teeth, his own voice lowering to that whiskey-sweet rasp that Edge loved so much. “don’t lose your raincheck, you’ll get to call it in when i get home.”
He leaned down for another kiss, one that Edge gladly granted. But before he could head for the front door, Edge caught his hand, drawing it to his mouth to press a light kiss right above Stretch’s wedding band. Later, he couldn’t say why he added, “Love? Be careful.”
It wasn’t his normal version of a sendoff, obvious in the way Stretch startled, blinking down at him. “aren’t i always, mama bear?”
“Absolutely not.”
“okay, well, i’d argue that. but my reputation kinda precedes me and you’re also something of an expert witness.” He twisted his hand in Edge’s loose grip, fingertips brushing against his jaw. “i will be tonight. deal?”
“Deal.”
With a last kiss, Stretch was out the door, heading off for a night of music and fun, and Edge was alone.
He headed for the kitchen first, absently reminding himself to get working on the schematics for this remodel next. The meal he’d planned for tonight suddenly lacked appeal and instead, he decided to make it tomorrow when Stretch would be home. A sandwich would do for tonight. Before he left with his plate, he rummaged through the freezer for an ice pack to keep the dull ache in his leg from rising to a throb.
By the time he was settled on the sofa, the silence in the house was already nagging at him, the memory of his husband dressed in his clothes lingering at the back of his mind, and with it, some nebulous agitation, something that he couldn’t properly express.
Better to cut it off now before he was truly distracted. Edge opened his laptop and soon was absorbed in his work. To the point he didn’t really register the time until his phone chimed and when he picked it up to check the message, the first three words turned all the lingering, warm anticipation in his soul to ice.
We have him.
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tbc
#spicyhoney#papcest#keelywolfe#underfell#underswap#underfell papyrus#underswap papyrus#by any other name
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Gimmie all the headcanons you can think of for any characters I’m a slut for all of them
Oh shit we’re going all in lmao
~ Smut 18+ under the cut ~
My first headcanon for these guys is my usual catchphrase: All Men Are Subs!
So, I usually write them according to that. The degree of subby-ness can very, but that’s the general rule
And here’s some random headcanons (some of these are kinda specific to fics I’ve got planned so a few details are relevant to the OCs I have each guy paired with)
Ezra is talkative and eloquent until he gets distracted watching you work on stuff around the ship. He isn’t even aware that he’s stopped talking until you glance his way and he’s just staring openly at you. Might be the first hints of his competency kink
Din is very similar but he has the added benefit of being hidden behind a helmet. He also doesn’t know how to flirt so he’d probably just be a little overly polite with you. Will be very aware of his surroundings whenever you’re walking next to one another, trying not to think about your hand being right there
Marcus P and Marcus M both are really big on domesticity. Pike likes keeping some of your stuff around his apartment: a few sets of clothes, some toiletries, satin pillow case, favorite snacks, the basics. He also gets super happy when you keep stuff for him at your place. Moreno hugs you from behind a lot, leaning his head on your shoulder while you do something. He gives neck and back rubs like it’s his job (which it kinda is since he’s your husband)
Paz loves laying on you and having you lay on him. He’s a big dude and just being sprawled out on a bed with you is the most relaxing thing in the world for him with his chaotic life. And the quickest way to turn that massive tank of a man into a desperate mess is to straddle him while he’s sprawled out like that and just slowly grind
Frankie is the sweetest. Definitely getting more adventurous with some things, is often confused but eager to learn. Super flustered when you praise him but that’s mostly because he’s not used to it and he really really likes it. Could absolutely tease him for hours and he’d just gaze at you with those big soft eyes the whole time
Santi isn’t exactly a brat, but he’ll make a few snarky little remarks because he just can’t help himself. Likes being teased but he can only take so much before he’s urging you to do something more substantial. He’ll also gladly go again a few minutes after a round. A weird combo of easily overwhelmed and insatiable
I have this random headcanon about Dio being very particular about his hair. He uses that stuff that makes it look perpetually damp and he doesn’t let people touch it. It becomes kinda like a trust thing with him and he opens up slowly. Hangs around you without any product sometimes and eventually, with enough time, he’ll let you run your fingers through it and maybe give it a little tug
Blue is the biggest brat. Loses his mind when you don’t react to his provocations. If he does manage to push you far enough, don’t be afraid to get rough
I think the easiest way to describe Javi G is just to call him a simp sugar daddy. Buys you everything you could ever want or need, worships the ground you walk on, falls all over himself to please you. Becomes the most bashful man in the whole world if you so much as flash him a smile
Poe is the biggest flirt in the Resistance and when he’s actually interested in you he might strain his jaw from the amount of saucy smirks he sends your way. Respectful but also tries a little too hard because he isn’t sure if you actually like him back or just think he’s funny
Obi-Wan likes that you match his wit (even outwit him) whenever you talk. Holding hands through the Force is a thing because he’s big time touchstarved. Behind closed doors, grab him by the belt and lead him around, that composed facade will fly right out the window
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Might add more later but these are the ones I could list off the top of my head lmao
#cinewhore#as many as I could think of#headcanons#ezra prospect#din djarin#marcus pike#marcus moreno#paz vizsla#frankie morales#santiago garcia#shane dio morrissey#blue jones#javier gutierrez#poe dameron#obi wan kenobi
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"i made some breakfast, if you're hungry?" / noah to burlesque, gimmie that soft domestic shit--
" of course 'm hungry. " he mumbled with a sleepy smile as he shuffled into the kitchen. undoubtedly, the smell of food woke him up and the fact noah wasn't beside him in bed officially woke him up. burlesque made his way up behind the woman and hugged her, resting his chin gently on her shoulder and looking around to see what she was fixing.
" ohh- i love frenchy toast. awesome choice, little lady. " the man complimented and punctuated his statement with a kiss on her cheek.
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ok I got bored and thought I was a writer yikes don’t drag 😭 it’s probably shitty I’m sorry
triggers: domestic violence
Disclaimer: DV is never ok & I stand against it completely ! I loveee z btw so no this is no Zion hate or anything lol I’ve met him in person and he’s the sweetest 🥰
“Why the hell would you do that?? I was just about to win! Are you dumb?” Zion shouted at you, tossing his controller at your head.
“Nooo I’m not dumb so I’m not boutta sit here and watch you yell at the damn game! That shit ass bro” you tossed the plug to the television aside. You did it jokingly at first not knowing it’d cause this much of a problem. “Why invite me over here and not even look at me?”
You grew sick of coming over to chill with your best friend to just be staring at his back muscles as he cursed profanities at the television like he lost all his manners.
“I told you gimmie 10 fucking minutes—“ he paced the room in circles, fists balled to a punch.
“NIGGA ITS BEEN FOURTY the fuck”
“Get out” he grumbled from under his dreads.
“Fuck you and this game” you spat before swiping your arm over thee entire desk of materials. The whole ps4 console and games falling over to the floor in a mess.
“Don’t touch my shit” he growled, grabbing ahold of your arm and flinging you onto the ground before stomping over you to collect his belongings from the floor.
Your eyes brimmed with tears watching him talk to you like trash after being flung to the ground in a harsh manner.
“(Y/N) I’m sorry please talk to me” he begged, following you around your small apartment.
It’s been a week since the incident and you’ve purposely been ignoring his calls and texts. He’s grown so desperate for a reaction out of that he’s publicly posting fun pics of you two on his Instagram story in hopes that his fans will spam you with the photos to grab your attention.
“Zion we have nothing to talk about! You put your hands on me over a video game ..”
You’ve always had one deal-breaker in relationships and it was physical altercations. Seeing your mother as a victim of domestic violence growing up was enough to shy you away from an abusive friend or partner at first glance.
Zion never came off as harmful though. He was always the life of the party making everyone else laugh and smile. Your first exhibit of his anger issues was when he snapped on Edwin for smoking some of his weed without asking. He was fuming, only person to calm him down was you. You taught him to use his words to express his anger instead of punching holes in walls or trying to fight because everything didn’t deserve a reaction and he was too far in his career to lose it all from one altercation.
Little did you know, Zion’s greatest appreciation for you as a friend came from those times he simply needed someone to talk to. He’d often call at night to talk about any and everything just to hear you congratulate him on his success of keeping his cool. On your end it’d be the butterflies that stir up in your tummy from his sleepy voice.
“(Y/N) I swear I’ll never do anything to hurt you. I don’t know what came over me”
“Me either. I’m sorry for touching your precious little game. You can let yourself out now” you rolled your eyes at what seemed to be the most cliche apology in the history of man.
You watched out the corner of your eye as he stood against your bedroom door still rambling. Your main focus was applying the blush to your cheeks to complete your makeup look for the day. You tuned his sorry ass in and out, letting the words go in one ear and out the other.
“I truthfully called you over to spend time with me because I like your presence and shit, just being around you makes me feel good. I know it sounds selfish and all but it’s true.”
Your mind was made up that you were done with him .. or at least you thought. It wasn’t until you heard the stiffness of his voice along with a crack as he continued to beg for your forgiveness.
“You’ve helped me through so much— you don’t even know the half. I love you and I’m afraid to lose you”
Your heart broke at the sight of him wiping his eyes like a baby trying to stop the tears. Dropping the brush you headed right over to him, enveloping him in your warm embrace.
There was no way he couldn’t have meant at least the last part with tears in his eyes.
“Don’t cry bubba. I forgive you”
Your head laid on his chest and listened as it regulated back to its normal pace. His arms squeezed you into him like there was no tomorrow.
You snaked your arm back from around him, reaching up to dry his eyes with your sleeve. His red pouty lips matched his puffy eyes, your thumb rubbed circles over his cheek, pulling his face down for a kiss. His hands moved over your waist ever so gently as if he was almost afraid to touch you.
You pulled away from the kiss still holding his face in your hands, searching his eyes for any false signs. His chocolate brown orbs only exuded love and sincerity in the presence of yours. You sighed, making an exception for your best friend “What happened is dead alright. Just don’t let it happen again”
He nodded viciously with his dimples threatening to pop as a broken smile crept onto his lips.
“Oh yeah .. I love you too”
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actually if any of you have any romance-centric aus for Thrilling intent send em my way, cause they’re amazing (and I’m thriving you guys are great)
#you're all amazing and also im a romantic so gimmie that romcom shit#i mean you don't have to or anything but#if you have a headcanon you never got the chance to share#literally any ship is cool with me#except for maybe xin and ashe#your domestic and romcom aus give me life im alive
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meteorstuck is my shit. I love the domestic possibilities of these trolls and humans living together for years. like yesssss yesss gimmie those early morning breakfast with troll and human food. Karkat showing Dave troll romance movies and talking through the entire movie. Show me Kanaya and Rose late nights talking in each others rooms. Rose teaching Kanaya how to knit. Various trolls and humans hanging out in the mayor's cantown that you KNOW he builds somewhere in the meteor. Rose and Vriska playing chess cause it's the one strategy game Vriska can play and really get into without being violent. Everyone having dinner together a few days a week, shockingly Dave is the best cook out of all of them. Followed by Terezi. OMG Terezi and the Mayor would get along soooo well. the second she finds out about cantown she immediately nominates herself sherif/judge/private eye of cantown. and dont get me started on all the davekat moments omg
...yeah. I love tht shit
#meteorstuck#homestuck#dave strider#rose lalonde#vriska#karkat#kanaya#terezi#the mayor#davekat#danny rambles about homestuck
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heyyy, i’m monty your resident swedish gal who is obsessed with ryan gosling...you might have already seen me and danny around because he’s my go to muse. anyways he’s trash but with a heart of gold so here we go
tw: drugs, alcohol, domestic violence, parental abandonment.
daniel anderson, aka danny. he’s 34. trailer trash pretty much
his lil brother is @littlefinnanderson both of them are unemployed and live together and just smoke weed all day. danny tattoos out of his garage because that’s totally hygienic and normal.
their dad, bobby anderson, town drunk, complete asshole. there was lots of violence in their household as they grew up. their mom, yvonne anderson, left when danny was eight and finn was like four. safe to say danny absolutely hates their dad.
growing up danny has always been a no good kinda kid, was shit at high school, and been in jail a few times for stealing, dui. that kinda thing.
he used to sell drugs too for a while but luckily stopped that.
he’s grown up a LITTLE bit since his crazy days but he’s still hopeless and he has no goals at all, he just kinda...chills.
doesn’t have much but will look after those he considers friends and family however he can. if you need food, shelter, clothes, anything whatsoever, danny will help you.
he hates violence towards kids, women and animals. literally a justice warrior for anyone. hates mean people.
covered in tattoos, makes him look like an asshole when in fact HE IS NOT.
gimmie ex girlfriends and maybe even a baby mama?
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wanted plots for my 1x1 blog @mostpxculiar as well as fcs I’d like to play/play opposite to. please like this post, or dm me if you’d like to discuss any of these plots further! tw: nsfw/smut plots cheating, pregnancy, murder/blood, under the cut.
plots i want, but also please come at me with plots YOU want!
a plot based off of fleabag/hot priest from fleabag
someone should give me a plot with this big bad gang leader and his super soft and cute girlfriend that has him wrapped around her finger. like he’s a feared man, which she doesn’t really care about. and she’s there to patch him up and while he usually tries to hide her away from the cruel world he’s in whenever he isn’t there with her, she just patiently waits for him when he’s out and about doing his business and he’s so fascinated by her and no matter how much of a bad guy he is, he’s just so soft for her and he’d do anything for her!!! and then his most precious possession gets kidnaped and shit goes down snsnsns (m/f, f/f)
f/f plot where a snobby, graceful, poised and rich prima ballerina falls in love with a reckless pole dancer who is super hot with a 6 pack and colourful hair and the girls are total polar opposites pls hmu
a plot where muse a just needs to get away from everything so she packs up everything into her small shitty car that barley runs and just drives. she loses count of the boarders she crossed until she lands right into the middle of a small town where the population is like 2 thousand and her car breaks down. so she goes into a diner that she sees is open and she asks about a mechanic so the lady in the diner calls up her friend who happens to be muse b, the local mechanic. so muse b comes over and tells her that he wont be able to check her car out until morning bc its like 10 pm now so muse a is going to check into a motel or smth but muse b offers to put her up for the night and bc shes broke she says yeah and basically they end up banging with the intention that after tomorrow they are never gonna see each other again - wrong. muse b goes down to his shop and looks at the engine and a really important parts gone in it and its going to take a couple weeks for it to come in and basically muse a has to stay in this shitty small town for the next couple of weeks AND THEY FALL FOR EACH OTHER AND WE CAN FIGURE THE REST OUT! (m/f, f/f)
I really want a one night stand where she snuck out before he woke up and he tried looking her up but he didn’t even know her full name, so he moved on. Move on years down the road and he’s just gotten engaged and at the engagement part he’s introduced to her sister that’s been living overseas for the past few days, but who is it, that girl from all those years ago. Better yet, meet her child, wait, why do they his eyes.
modern hades and persephone where persephone is a tired college student and when she finds out the god of the underworld wants to make her his bride she’s like “become queen of the dead AND never have to go to an 8 AM lecture again, not to mention watch with popcorn as my ex dies and finds out my new boyfriend is his new king? YES PLZ” and just fucking swandives down into the underworld and hades is like “…i had a carriage prepared but okay that works too”
plot three. six months ago he let the nanny give him head. he has been avoiding talking to her since, and is really flustered. she is a full time, live in nanny in their giant mansion. i’m getting a ‘living in england’ vibe, but i’m not sure. he has 3-4 kids running around with his wife of years. the nanny can’t stand the wife, but is obviously polite. his wife is bitchy, whiny, and all she cares is about appearances. who cares if you’re actually happy? just play happy. pretend to be happy. the nanny loves to fluster him when the wife isn’t home. she’ll wear short outfits, lean over, not wear underwear, forget to wear a bra. it was a holiday. so they invited the nanny to eat dinner with them. she starts rubbing him under the table. later on that day, he pulls the nanny to the side into the bathroom or something to tell her that she had to cut it out and that it was a one time thing. out of the blue - he kisses her hard. just give me lots of behind the wives back, and maybe she gets pregnant down the line?
ok but i need a plot where there’s these two idiots who are roommates, and they bicker and act like a married couple constantly, and can hang out like bros but they’re completely platonic, no we’re not in love that’s preposterous!! and it’s so evident that they’re into each other like whenever one goes out on a date, the other is all bitter like ‘no i’m definitely not jealous’. and they like leave bars together at some stupidly early hour and their friends tease them and they just go home and get drunk together instead. and like domestic washing the dishes and fighting over who does what and flinging soap at each other. and then one day it kind of just clicks, you know, like wow you’re my best friend but i think i might love you as more this is so difficult and just, give this to me now. (m/f, f/f)
not to be dramatic or anything but i really want a sugar daddy/sugar baby plot where the muse a is “ happily ” married ceo of a big company with shit tons of money and muse a goes out to a local bar just to chill when they meet muse b. ofc they hit it off and go in muse a’s car and fuck all night and in the morning muse a offers muse b a proposition, if muse b agrees to be muse a’s mistress then muse a will give muse b anything they want starting their sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship. it’s all good until muse a sees muse b all over another guy and looses it and gets into a huge fight with muse b that ends with muse a fucking muse b up against his car and yea gimmie this smut i need sneaky around and sexting while around his wife nd getting him riled up like yes pls thank
bloody , murderous & psychotic couples who love killing people for the thrill and make out with bloody lips and high five each other by the mountains of dead bodies they made . fuckyeah ? give me this crazy shit . serial killer couples . vampire couples . dark romeo & juliet couples . modern au persephone & hades couples . couples who compete to see who kills the most or the most gruesome . give me gore . give me bloodshed . GIVE IT TO ME ! (m/f, f/f) (focusing a lot on hades/persephone, vampires but willing to go the bonnie and clyde or serial killer route)
no offense but i need a messy exes plot where they can’t get over one another no matter what they do and they always tell themselves they’re not gonna go back to them yet every time they get done with a date they end up knocking on the other person’s door and just jealousy and angst and heartbreak and crying because they don’t know if this is ever going to work out but they can’t walk away because this person is still their whole fucking world and they don’t know how to move on (m/f, f/f)
faceclaims I’d like to play and play against or both but also literally come at me with your fcs!!!
Inbar Lavi
Tom Ellis
Lauren German
Sophia Bush
Trevante Rhodes
Zoe Saldana
Madelaine Petsch
Camila Mendes
Lesley Ann Brandt
Manny Montana
Diane Guerrero
Adria Arjona
Ana De Arms
Aisha Dee
Chris Evans
Ryan Gosling
John Krazinski
Matt Czuchry
Lana Condor
Elizabeth Lail
Anya Charlotra
Victoria Pedretti
Zazie Beetz
Shay Mitchell
Candice Patton
Margot Robbie
Florence Pugh
Lucy Liu
Jodie Comer
Katie Mcgrath
Justin Baldoni
Indya Moore
Oscar Isaac
Matthew Daddario
Tessa Thompson
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Stanford Part 3
Dean finished working on the 67 Ford Mustang in record time. He shut the hood of then the engine. Running across the garage he tossed the keys to the young girl at the counter. “Here she’s all ready. Tell Jimmy I need to get to Sam’s graduation.”
The young girl hoped down form her seat and started to chase Dean. “Dean! He needs to talk to you.”
Dean sighed and turned around. “Shit!” He mumbled as he opened the door to the office. “Jimmy. You needed to talk to me?”
The aging mechanic turned around in his chair. “Dean you’re going to go far in a place like this. You got a good talent for cars. I’m getting too old run this place. I would like to offer the place and everything in it.”
Dean was speechless for a few seconds. “uhh. I don’t know.”
Jimmy sighed. “Well think about it. And go on get out of here.”
“What?”
Jimmy smiled this time “go be there for Sam.”
Dean watched his brother graduate in the top of his class. He had several job offers from all over the country.
“Dean. We could move to Florida. Or Colorado. Or…” Sam excitedly rambled on in the car on the way home.
Dean pulled in to Baby’s usual spot and put her in park. “Sam. Jimmy offered me the garage.”
“And?” Sam asked
“I still have to get back to him.”
“Dean what do you want? I have an offer here in town, but it doesn’t pay much”
“Whatever you want Sammy? “
“Dean! What. Do. You. Want?”
“Sam, I ….
One year later Dean was owned Winchester Garage. Sam worked at a firm across town. They went out to celebrate the first year of the rest of their lives. They went to the best restaurant they could afford and enjoyed gourmet burgers and fries. They had to park over a block away due to the families in town for Stanford’s graduation.
“Sammy I’m sorry we didn’t do much last year when you got out of that place.” Dean confessed
“Dee its fine.” Sam shrugged. “We didn’t have the money back then.”
“Sam we don’t have much more now. And where is the rest of the money you are supposed to be getting payed? They pay you half of what they promised.”
“Dean I …”
Sam was interrupted by a voice coming from behind them. “Hey Winchester!” A drunken former classmate came out of an alleyway.
“What do you want Billy?”
Billy stumbled with in arms reach of them both. “Ha, you’re with this guy! Dud you could do so much better than him.”
“Fuck off Billy. You’re just pissed off at yourself for dropping out.”
Billy flipped some of Sam’s hair with his finger, “cut your hair and you could have a spot anywhere you want make ten times what you make here.”
Dean stepped forward. “Fuck off.”
Billy laughed “whatever grease monk-“
Dean punched Billy square in the face. “First of all we are happy with what we got. And second don’t you ever touch his hair again.”
Billy charged towered them, but Sam took him down. He fell back on the cold ground. “I’ll get you for this Winchester!” Billy yelled as they walked away hand in hand. “ I’d like to see him try.” Sam laughed
They walked back to Baby and Dean pulled the key from his pocket. “Hay, let me drive.” Sam asked
“Why?”
“Just let me drive.”
“Why bitch?”
“Just let me jerk!”
“No” Dean shook his head.
Sam used the puppy eyes and Dean gave over the key.
Sam drove them back to the apartment, but parked further away then they usually did.
“Sam. there was the perfect spot back there!” Dean complained as they both got out.
“Dean you remember where we are don’t you?”
“Yeah this is the spot I parked her that night and just showed up on your door step.” Dean leaned against the door beside Sam. “Why?”
“Uhh. D-Dean. I love you. I’m perfety happy as long as I;m with you. nothing els matters. We could be out hunting or somewhere else were I make enough that you never have to work. But I love what we have here. I don’t care what Billy or any of the other ignorant ass holes say about us. I wouldn’t change anything. I-I if anything would happen to you, I wouldn’t be able to go on without you.” Sam got down one knee and pulled out a ring. “Marry me?”
“Hell yes I will!” Dean choked out.
Sam put the ring on Dean’s finger and they kissed like it was the only thing keeping them alive. Sam pulled back and pressed their foreheads together. “I have the matching ring at home. Bobby helped me forge the papers. We can get married any time you want. We just have to sign. Then after that I’m taking you on a trip. Just us. for an entire mouth. We leave tomorrow. This time tomorrow night we uhh. “Sam pulled tickets form his pocket and handed them to Dean.
“Sam a music festival?”
“Who’s the main band that’s going to be there Dean? Says it right there” Sam pointed to the tickets.
“Led-Zeppelin!” Dean was smiling ear to ear. “Sam how did you afford these and the rings and an entire month off?” Dean asked as they walked home. “waited. Did you lie about how much you make? And say you’re making half of what they promised you?”
“Yes.”
“why?” Dean asked as he unlocked the door.
“ we deserve it.”
Sam grabbed a stack of papers from the gun safe. Dean pulled them right out of his hands.
“Sammy gimmy a pin!” Dean demanded as Sam was already handing him his favorite fancy pin. “where do I sign?”
Sam guided Dean through every page.
“so we’re married and I’m a Winchester again.”
“yes.”
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MARRIAGE PROPOSAL!!! DOMESTIC!!! SAM NOT CARING ABOUT THE REST AS LONG AS HE AND DEAN ARE TOGETHER!!!! WINCHESTER GARAGE!!!! A HONEY MOOOOOON!! AND BOBBY HELPING SAM OUT WITH THE PAPERS. Anon. Let me hug you, please. thIS IS EVERYTHING.
#12DaysOfWincestmas#Wincestmas#Supernatural#Supernatural fanfiction#Wincest#Stanford era#Wincestmas 2019#Wincestmas Anon#This is sooo sweet#submission
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