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mistydeyes · 8 months

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hello!!! 🍄 This is a bit silly but I was wondering if you could do a headcanon about how 141 would react to a reader who is freaking scared of cockroach and one day there's a roach in the room or bathroom and reader is losing it 🧍.

OMFG anon this was such a funny request i swear! literally imagine such a badass reader being absolutely freaked over the smallest of bugs.

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summary: When you joined the 141, you made it very clear to Price you had one fear: bugs. Now the 141 just has to deal with your constant cries for help when an insect is nearby.

pairing: Taskforce 141 x platonic!reader

warnings: swearing

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Despite being one of the more skilled members of the team, you were absolutely terrified of bugs. It was a deep-seated fear since you were a child, stemming from an incident where you accidentally fell into a hoard of earthworms and centipedes. It could be the smallest spider crawling on the wall but every time, your fight or flight was immediately activated. The team had to have a few words with you when you almost attacked a stink bug with a blow torch. Now that you were on probation for using unnecessary force against the insects, you resided to ask whoever was around to kill it for you.

Ghost was summoned to your room in the middle of the night by your loud, petrified screams. He had picked up a quick pace as he breathlessly entered the doorway of your private quarters. "Cosmo, you alright?" he asked as he watched you hunched onto the bed. "I-I saw something," you said, fear emanating in your tone, "I think it crawled into my clothes drawer." Ghost's shoulders dropped as he realized the false alarm you had raised. "Jesus, Cosmo, you don't have to wake the entire fucking base for just one bug," he replied, almost like a scolding parent, "Now where is the little guy." As he opened the drawer and you covered your eyes, he couldn't help but let out a large, bellowing laugh. To this, both tired and bed-headed Sergeants entered to figure out what had made their Lieutenant laugh so happily in the dead of night.

"Everything alright here?" Gaz asked, walking over to a hysterical Ghost and the open drawer. "Cosmo found the newest threat to the 141," he teased and Soap joined to peer around his shoulder. There was a moment of silence before the group joined in Ghost's laughter. You decided the coast was clear and hopped off the bed. As you approached closer, you cringed at the sight of the brown roach with many twitching legs hiding amongst your socks. "That thing is fucking massive," you corrected as Ghost gently picked it up with his hands. "Why don't you give the lad a kiss," Soap then joined in and snatched it out of his hands. Your screams were deafening as Soap mockingly positioned it near your face and chased you around the base.

Later that night, you received a disappointed lecture from Price at your childish fear and the antics of both Soap and Ghost. Gaz sat there smirking as Price laid into you, reminding himself to put a fake cockroach under your bed before you left on another mission.

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luxtrys · 11 months

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from dusk till dawn

mornings with anakin skywalker (18+, smut)

"gotta get going baby" you heard a voice whisper as you opened your eyes for the first time in hours. you let out a few soft grumbles, knuckling the sleep out of your eyes. "are you sure you have to go this morning ani?" you whine, reaching out your hands for him even though he was over at the closet. "c'mon angel, you know the answer to that" he sighs, pulling his black short sleeve compression shirt over his head.

you always knew the answer, because no matter what, ani would go on that tortuous run and leave you cold and alone for 2 long hours. "go back to sleep bug, ill be back before you know it" he whispered placing a kiss your forehead and rubbing your bare thigh under the covers. "i love you" he voiced as he exited the room, grabbing his ice cold water bottle from the fridge and jogging to your front door.

you whispered back an 'i love you too' to a now empty room as you cuddled up to your stuffed bunny, slowly falling back into a deep sleep.

it was about an hour and a half later before you finally woke up. the 8am sun seeping slowly into your bedroom. you sighed, smacking both your hands down dramatically on your duvet as you saw no sign of anakin. you rubbed your eyes again before placing your feet on the floor, padding your way to the en suite bathroom.

you grabbed your pink toothbrush out of the stand, squeezing on a generous amount of toothpaste before brushing rather aggressively. after that, you started on your morning skincare, arrays of cleansers, serums, creams and facemasks crowding your and anakin's side of the counter, oops..?

you reached over into your massive shower, turning the handle all the way so it was the hottest it could be. you always waited to shower with ani, but he wouldn't mind, right? you felt gross and icky as the remnants of last night's escapades made its way slowly down your thighs and you were so very bored. you slid your floral underwear down your sticky thighs first, anakins shirt you had thrown on the night before and your socks following suit.

sighing contently, you let the steaming hot water trail down your head and body until your whole body was glistening under your bright bathroom lights. showering without ani was almost unfamiliar to you because you did it every single morning. while it was peaceful that you didn't have to feel anakins large, rock-hard body sticking to you the whole shower, you missed it.

you glanced up at the massive shower head, the water falling down onto you softly and healing any aches in your body from anakin the night before. biting your lip, you stared at your vast selection of scented body scrubs, deep in thought.

you were in fact so deep in your own head that you didn't notice your grumpy boyfriend enter the bathroom, cursing under his breath because you started showing without him. anakin aggressively peeled off his clothes, his dick growing hard at your naked frame through the cloudy glass of the shower.

you let out a squeal as a large pair of rough hands gripped your waist, spinning you around to meet his bare chest. "thought you could get away from me baby?" the cheeky glint in his eye sparkling brightly. "'course not ani, just got bored waiting" you answered, bringing your nails to drag across his now glistening torso.

"how was your run?" you asked sweetly, starting to trace the indents of his abs slowly. "same old baby. all that fresh air got me thinking about something though" he hummed nonchalantly, glancing down at your naked body for about the 500th time in the past minute. "what ani?" you ask intrigued, but also slightly worried, i mean anything could come out of his mouth.

"just my massive cock digging so deep in your belly that you can't walk for a week, screaming 'ani! oh, ani! it's too big' while i pound the fucking shit out of you" he says, teasing your nipples and acting like he just said the most normal thing ever. "anakin!" you gasp, shocked at his crude language and pushing him back on his upper chest, offended at how he mocked your voice. he doesn't move an inch though, not missing how your cheeks flushed a light pink and how you clenched your thighs together.

"what baby? don't act all innocent now, bet you still want me even after making you cum 8 times last night, fucking slut" you whimpered as he brought his finger down to your heat, dragging his finger across your folds and feeling the wetness that certainly wasn't water. you glanced down at his throbbing cock, standing tall and poking offensively into your stomach, making you squirm.

"need you ani" you sighed, reaching your hand down and grabbing the base of his heavy dick with your hand. "feeling confident today are we baby?" he teased, you almost never asked what you wanted, which was ok, because ani knew your body like the back of his hand. but hearing you confess your need to him made him twitch in your hand. you whined at his words, leaving a single kiss on his chest as he sucked marks down your neck.

"gonna fuck the living shit out of you baby" he whispered softly into your ear, lining his dick up to your entrance. you gasped as he pushed his tip into you, impaling you with his cock as he pushed rather fast into you. he grunted as your walls gripped around him, almost cumming as he felt himself bottom out inside of you, feeling your cervix. he rested his head down onto your shoulder, living in what felt like never-ending bliss.

"love this pussy so much" he moaned, pulling almost completely out of you before slamming all the way back in, making you mewl in pleasure. after pounding into you 2 more times, he felt your legs almost give out, making him hoist you up so he was supporting all your body weight in his arms. you were simply jelly as he slammed into you at a ruthless pace, splitting you apart with his cock.

"such a good girl for me yeah? letting me treat you like a little fuck toy, completely at my mercy" he seethed as you gazed up at him, no thoughts inside your now empty head. completely dumb on his cock.

the sound of your skin slapping together echoed around the bathroom, reminding you crudely of what your boyfriend was doing to you. he felt you tighten around his cock, almost pushing him out of you completely, but he wasn't going to let that happen. "gonna cum for me baby?" he asked, watching you nod frantically at his mercy.

you spasmed as you came around him, becoming a complete dead weight in his arms as he emptied his sperm inside of you while grunting your name like a mantra. after about a minute you caught your breath, your legs shakey as anakin rested your feet down on the tiled floor at your request. you glanced around the bathroom, still in your post-orgasmic haze, but as you glanced down at anakin's hard glistening abs, you noticed his cock starting to grow hard once again. he followed your eyes as you let out a loud scoff.

"what baby? s' not my fault you turn me on, you're too hot to handle”

#writing way to much omgg i promise i have a life #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker #star wars imagine #anakin skywalker imagine #anibear

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tumbleweedbee · 3 months

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male reader trying to take care of sick ghost but its too diffcult becus hes just too stubborn!!! :(((

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!

Also I apologise for the terrible writing as I haven’t wrote in a while and I’m very rusty 😭🥲

-Reader POV-

I received a call from Price while I was in the army barracks, I always fear these calls as they’re usually to do with someone dying or someone betraying us, so I held my breath.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I know I never really call you but I kinda need your help with something..”

I raise my eyebrow at the odd request, I know price isn’t exactly the kind to ask someone like me for help, I feel curiosity eat at me, as I feel myself ask “What could you need my help with, is it serious..?” I mumble, nervous at the response.

“No..no, nothing of such notions Y/n, it’s just…y’know how you and ghost are close..?”I feel myself get confused..Ghost and I are close??We’re certainly not enemies, but not exactly friends either, we just like to chat every so often.

“Well he hasn’t kicked your head in and I consider that friendship enough”Price replies and I guess I can’t argue with that logic.

“Alright, well what about Ghost, is he okay?” I question, hoping he’s okay.

“He’s fine, mostly, he’s just came down with a stomach bug and isn’t allowed to go on the mission due to that, he needs someone to take care of him, but you’re the only person who opted out of the mission, think you can help?”

I hear Prices anxiousness at my response and of course, who am I to say no to Price!

“Sure!Of course I can help cap’n, I’d be happy to!”I hear the captain exhale a large breath of relief.

“Alright, I’ll go down with him to the barracks, just know that he is a bit…moody that he’s missing out..”I nod my head with understanding, how did I even get into this mess?

-5 minutes later-

I hear the door to the barracks open and see Price walk in-with Ghost reluctantly trailing behind him.”Well, he’s all yours y/n, take care of ‘im” I nod obediently as I look over at Ghost, the man’s hands and neck look slightly paler than normal but apart from that, you wouldn’t really notice that he’s ill.Ghost only grunts in response at Prices words, not saying much.

“Well, I’ll be off to continue the mission, makes sure he’s well rested.”Price requests sternly.

“Yes sir” I nod, as I watch the man walk away; as soap turns to me,

“It’s not even that ba-“”ShhShhShh, I’m your babysitter now lieutenant, now get into bed.”I see him roll his eyes as he slides under the covers of his bottom bunk, waiting to be told some other dumb command that he’ll argue.

“This is stupid y/n, I’m fine” now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “You’re literally pale, I can see it, now, take off your mask”I notice him pale even more at the request.

“Take it off?”

I nod my head, waiting patiently for his answer, before adding “You can keep the balaclava on, just take off the mask.”

He reluctantly complies and takes the peculiar skull mask off, as I feel my heart palpate slightly at his hypnotic eyes, fuck maybe he’s given my the stomach bug too??

I swallow a lump in my throat as ghost looks at me, slightly confused.”I’m gonna get you chicken soup, can you hold food down?”Ghost nods his head reluctantly.

”You really don’t have to look after m-“ his eyes widen in panic as he rushes to the bathroom and I hear him violently cough and throw up, I feel bad knowing that it must be hurting his throat, as I approach the bathroom and knock on the door,

“May I come in?” I ask, not wanting to intrude, as I hear a raspy “okay”.

I walk in and see him hunched over, with half of his balaclava rolled up just enough for his mouth to be free, as I rub his back up and down to comfort him and soothe the pain in his throat.

“We’re gonna be here a while” I mumble.

“You can leave if you w-“

“No.”

And so I stayed.

#tumbleweedbee #tumblr #ask box #male yn #male reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #Simon riley x male yn #cod #call of duty #ghost x male reader #john price #captain john price #lieutenant simon riley

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crevicedwelling · 8 months

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I’ve got tons of photos of dragonflies! Texas gets a lot of them, and my area luckily isn’t super developed or urbanized. This is Miniscule Mustard Michael, they were very small. I found them a couple nights ago confounded by our porch light(as they were actually small enough to fly up into it), but safely relocated them to our much less lit backyard and got them to perch on a stick. But they stuck around on me for a few minutes, which was neat.

Then there’s these more average sized lads. This one was on my college campus and let me gently move it away from a construction site before flying away, ironically only like 15 minutes after my economic entomology professor explained how hard it is to catch dragonflies for the collection project we had to do, and how silly folks look trying to chase them with nets. Maybe they should just try being slow and calm and they’ll have more luck, though admittedly I think it’s preferable that fewer dragonflies end up caught and pinned for displays that will end up neglected and ultimately provide little useful information about the specimens in question given the class being more horticulture based than bug research based. I ended up being given permission to do mine with pictures I took, thankfully.

This one was another individual confused by our porch that kept flying into the light and window until I intervened. It let me get some nice pictures before flying off into the night, though this one’s the only one that shows the whole fella. If I recall correctly it’s a black saddlebags— not a species I see up close very often!

This one was certified rude and interrupted my attempt to get pictures of a tiny moth that looked like a tiny dead leaf. Though, I couldn’t be too mad at it, since it did provide cool pictures itself, and looked to be near the end of its life anyways given the wing damage. Free meal for the elderly I guess.

These two polite lads let me get very close for these pictures and for that I am grateful. Even the “plain” brown dragonflies can be beautiful and have blobs of color, it’s just hard to see most of the time.

And lastly, here’s the time I found two at once(on our back porch this time, being harassed by a ceiling fan) and managed to get this neat shot before getting them out from under the roof. It’s nice to have mosquito guards near the house but it’s better for them to not have structures above them when possible I imagine. I know it wasn’t necessary and in hindsight I should have just moved them out into the yard without taking advantage of their tendency to perch on fingers, but neither was harmed or forcefully coerced into doing so at least…

And here’s a bonus large damselfly (great spreadwing I think?) that looks like it thought it was supposed to be a dragonfly. We get plenty but other than one that landed on my shirt carrying a tiny pink flower bud, most fly off when I get close. This one was trapped in the house but let me take it out after a dramatic bathroom chase and my dad getting fed up with my insect relocating antics. Chances are it only perched on me because it was tired, poor thing. I wish there was a way to tell bugs you’re trying to help.

Obligatory “don’t pick up bugs when you don’t need to do so for their benefit, it causes them unnecessary stress and exposes them to all kinds of human skin gunk, let them do things on their terms and sometimes you’ll get lucky and they’ll deem you Inanimate Object Safe For Hold On To” PSA.

an impressive collection of winged beasts

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dwntwn-strnlo · 9 months

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SPIDER MAN matt sturniolo

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↳ 𝐀/𝐍. everyone say thank you to my dad for saving me and killing a spider the size of my doorknob and giving me this idea! yippee!

help i also don't think i've ever done a fic that was just pure funny shit so idk if this is any good

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. matt saves the day! woohoo!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? no!

↳ 𝐂𝐖! depictions of arachnophobia, swearing, a harmless spider but i still hate all spiders so idc its scary, not proofread

"why are we whispering?"

"we don't need it to hear us plotting against it."

attempting to walk out of the bathroom you undeniably screeched, which sent a large wave of panic through matt, whom sits comfortably on the gray couch in the living room.

you're quick to jump up onto the side of matts tub, cowering as you grip tightly on to the wall. legs and arms shaking out of limited room to balance, and just pure fear honestly.

you hear a series of rushed footsteps. "y/n?" matts voice is muffled through the wooden door, but you can still distinguish the worry in the way he says your name. he lightly taps on the door.

"dont open the door!" you panic, and then realize that doesn't sound the best. "fuck wait you need to open the door! but dont!"

"baby what the fuck is going on?" he queries, "are you okay?"

you take a shaky breath, staring hard at the large spider that sits on the doorknob.

if matt opens the door, then the spider would probably jump off or fall off. and you don't want to loose the spider, you want to kill the spider. you close your eyes, and then suddenly feel a thousand spiders on your skin so you open them again. ultimately deciding that was an awful idea and you are to never close your eyes, or blink ever again.

"matt. . ." you whisper, "there's a spider."

the sound of his laughter echoes through the house, "do you want help?" he giggles, also lowering his voice to a whisper.

"turn the doorknob very, very slowly." you mutter. "very, slowly."

"why are we whispering?" he laughs, but still keeping his voice low.

you huff and roll your eyes, as if it were completely obvious. "we don't need it to hear us plotting against it. he's probably already figuring out how to take me down." you inform slight annoyance in your voice, "and i don't wanna be the person known for dying because of a spider."

his soft giggle is barely audible when he starts to turn the doorknob.

your breath hitches as you stare harshly at the brown eight legged creature. if someone were to pass by they'd think you were trying to explode the poor thing with your brain.

as the door is gently shoved open, matt pokes his head through the cracked entryway. he looks down at the spider and narrows his eyes. "holy, shit." he mumbles, "that thing is massive."

"no shit!" you groan, "now kill it!"

he laughs before stepping all the way into the bathroom without ripping his eyes away from the arachnid.

putting his hands on his hips, he huffs. squinting at the bug for a second before turning to look at you with a teasing grin. "what if i let it bit me, i could become spider-man."

"matthew!" you narrow your eyes at him. "kill the fucking bug!"

"its not a bug its a-"

"matt!"

the boy laughs while defensively putting his hands up in the air in a mock surrender. "sorry, sorry!"

you watch hesitantly as matt pulls his airforce off his foot, and raises it in the air with both hands.

"bitch, be faster!" you groan, getting more antsy the longer the spider sits there, taunting you.

he turns his head to stare at you with narrowed eyes and pursed lips before swinging his shoe at the doorknob. "shit!" he screeches, eyes wide in fear. the spider falling to the floor, alive.

matt screamed out a string of profanities, before jumping up on the side of the tub with you, almost loosing balance. "oh god, oh god, oh god." he mumbles, the color of his face quickly drained.

its not long before the two of yours panic is recognized throughout the house, and chris comes swinging the door open.

he furrows his eyebrows at the two of you, finding you teetering on the edge of a bath tub with the visuality of fear written all over your faces.

he quickly follows your gaze to the spider that scurries across the floor, and stomps on it. he looks up at you and matt, narrowing his eyes. "yall are a bunch of pussies." he sighs, shaking his head and walking out of the bathroom.

"yeah fuck you, chris." matt mumbles.

"still wanna be spider man?" you tease, looking over to matt

"funny."

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itgirlgyu · 1 year

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˖ ֗ txt and big spoons!

⋆ ࣪ 🌿 ミ i have no idea what goes in my head. ot5! x fem! reader.

ਏਓ... WORD COUNT/ 1265!

.... WARNING: IT GETS MORE AND MORE UNHINGED AS YOU GO DOWN! extremely unrealistic. ִ° ⋆

yeonjun...

so we already know that our boy likes his bites large.

likes why is it even called mouthful if you're not getting a glasgow smile.

so when you wake up one day at night and when you're going to the bathroom next to the kitchen.

you hear something and you grab your barbed baseball bat that you keep beside the fridge that you use whenever beomgyu barges in crying for more doritos

you tiptoe to the kitchen and you see a silhouette moving.

with one hand on the switch and another gripping the bat you're ready to swing.

but you come face to face with your boyfriend stuffing a big ass spoon of his favourite ice cream into his mouth.

it being lodged in a way that he can't even yell.

but you can

so you yell and he's surprised and working on his instinct he flings the tub at you to defend himself

because he hadn't registered that it's his girlfriend.

so now he's icing your forehead on the floor of the kitchen while apologising profusely while you sit there contemplating how he even stuck that huge spoon into his mouth.

soobin…

he's a big spooner, like the actual term of it.

and he likes to assume he's the ever loving cute boyfriend who loves to cuddle

but the problem is that everytime he spoons you

you feel like getting smothered by a giant monster that could only be conjured by lovecraft.

you know the creator of cthulhu.

his extra large, lanky limbs snaking on top of you like a very familiar scene of a specific genre of anime.

not hentai, it's when you get strangled by said tentacles in hentai.

and you refuse to tell him that because you know he will get sad

you'd rather squeeze fresh lemon into your eyes before telling soobin what is equivalent to,

"your love smothers me."

so after days of contemplation, and suffrage you come up with the perfect way to save both you and your relationship.

everytime you feel his hold getting tighter and your oxygen level depleting

you just punch him slightly in the gut which causes him to turn back times and if he wakes up you pretend to sleep.

so he won't be able to bring it up with you.

and once he's a bit away from you.

you distance yourself from him, so that you're able to sleep without having to worry about dying randomly on a wednesday night.

beomgyu ...

beomgyu is literally a thumbelina.

he's so tiny and precious and adorable.

you had never thought much of it.

probably because you were like, oh yeah my boyfriend is so adorable.

what you didn't know is that he's keeping a secret from you.

so this one time, you were eating your breakfast in the afternoon, as one does.

with your milk poured in the bowl, you get a call as you leave to pick it up.

beomgyu appears and he is like,

"wheee a big bowl of milk."

and then takes most of his clothes off and transforms into a tiny little fairy and dives into the bowl of milk to give himself a good, beautifying bath to begin his day.

but his relaxation soon turns into panic when he notices your figure approaching.

so beomgyu resorts to hiding in the milk, but as you pour the cereal into the bowl.

his stress level keeps on climbing on a peak he didn't know he was capable of.

beomgyu knew his love for you would consume him one day but he didn't expect you to consume him before it happened.

that too literally.

beomgyu is thanking everybody and seeking forgiveness for every and any sin he has committed in his lifetime as you take a spoonful of your breakfast.

beomgyu feels as though his time has finally come when he finds himself lodged on your normal spoon, which now is a giant vessel of death for him, with a few of the fruitloops to keep him company.

but maybe his stress level had reached its ultimate peak and broken the meter because before you can even grasp the little bug looking thing is actually your boyfriend.

beomgyu appears before you, drenched in milk in only his underwear.

and that's how you find out that your boyfriend is a shape shifting pocket fairy.

at first you were like okay that's weird, that's suspicious.

now having him everywhere is kind of cute.

but i'm afraid yall became that couple.

those who don't even go to the bathroom without each other.

taehyun…

taehyun is not a violent person by nature.

that's what you always assumed.

like you saw this man was well known in the campus for annihilating your three lineages without speaking a curse word.

so yeah everyone knows how dangerous he might have been despite being a man of non-violence.

but that all changed then you were practicing a ritual to debut as the new witch in your clan around 3:33 am.

the last thing you expected was taehyun rushing in behind a panicked huening kai, who missed your pentagon by mere inches, and behind him was taehyun holding a metal spoon in his hand, probably aiming at huening kai.

you don't know what happens next but as soon as taehyun steps on the ring, it triggers some sort of lights to go off and taehyun starts levitating.

and before you can see what had transpired, taehyun had disappeared.

right before your eyes.

because of your ritual.

you were rightfully panicking, dialling your coven leader's number with your shaky fingers when a dishevelled taehyun appeared back into the circle.

the spoon was gone and taehyun looked extremely traumatized with his clothes tattered and donning a stubble.

"i think i altered history…"

and then next day you find out that taehyun shortly became the closest assistant of isaac newton because after the apple fell on him and taehyun's spoon punted from his hands to isaac newton's head, further proving the theory of gravity.

also later you both find out it was his 200 IQ and the vibrations from his metal spoon that flung him back in the past.

huening kai…

he's your local superhero.

but he's still new so he's kind of still clumsy but he's so cute.

always says it's the power of community and love that helped him save the day.

and half of the population believes him, because his control over his power is um…

like if you knock into the windows of a high rise building, and crash into the stalls along the street because you haven't learned when to stop and brake properly.

public isn't gonna love you all the time.

but it's still cute to some people I guess.

cause other half of the population find it extremely adorable!

and he got like 6 fan pages.

if we avoid the 10 other hate pages.

so how you knew him is one of the days he was practicing his flying after drinking three cans of red bulls.

it started fine, until it wasn't.

and before huening kai could gather his thoughts he comes crashing in through the open balcony of your living room.

proceeding to break half of the stuff in there.

with his mouth open, because screaming obviously.

the spoon full of chocolate cake you were holding in front of your face placing itself perfectly inside his mouth.

breaking his acceleration and causing him to stop skidding.

with your spoon stuck in his mouth.

"wow that's a big spoon but good cake, did you make it?"

@ITGIRLGYU 2023/ FEEDBACKS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

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gurugirl · 5 months

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The Amateur | part 2 preview

sugardaddy!ceo!harry x burlesque!dancer!yn

New Patreon exclusive short series preview! Part 1 out now on Patreon! Part 2 to be posted January 2.

Series Summary: Y/n is a down-on-her-luck burlesque dancer sleeping in her car. Harry is a wealthy CEO looking for someone to spoil.

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At nearly 7 pm she heard the door open and she heard Harry’s voice so she quickly went toward the foyer to see Harry entering. And Veronica.

Oh.

Y/n sheepishly waved and then looked toward the kitchen and back at the pair.

“Hey. Veronica needed to drop by to pick up something. Apparently, she left an earring here?” He said as he turned to look at the gorgeous vixen standing next to him.

She smirked and nodded as she looked Y/n up and down, “That’s right. Somehow I made it home with one of them but the other is missing. I’m assuming it was knocked out of my ear. That was kind of a wild night…” she laughed and Harry frowned as he looked at Y/n.

Pity.

Y/n tucked her lips into her mouth and nodded. She turned back to walk into the kitchen. She was feeling so dumb. So dumb for thinking she could do something nice for a man who didn’t want anything from her. So dumb for trying to make it up to him in any way when he simply didn’t care. He had Veronica, or his pick really. He was wealthy and handsome and he didn’t need Y/n. She was just a victim he felt pity for.

She took a deep breath and sat at the marble island on a stool. She wasn’t going to cry. But she felt an unease in her body about the situation that she hadn’t felt before. Yes, she was a bit jealous but it was more than that. She felt dumb. She felt like she’d gotten her hopes up somehow. She’d grown too attached.

Harry never did anything to indicate he was interested. Not once. He had only treated her with kindness and patience. How could she mistake it for anything but pity?

She jumped when she felt a large hand rubbing over her back. She looked up at Harry who was standing behind her, looking down at her with soft eyes.

Pity.

“Sorry. She wanted to come last week but I told her she needed to wait. I figured you’re feeling a bit better today. She’s been bugging me about this earring…”

Y/n waved him off, “It’s fine. No need to be sorry. It’s your house, Harry.”

And that was true. No matter the circumstances, Harry hadn’t done anything wrong. It was Y/n who’d let his kindness morph into some kind of deeper meaning. Something she let manifest physically in the bathroom during her bath when she let her fingers wander the day before. She’d been pent up. She needed a release and Harry was attractive and sweet and he’d smiled at her especially warmly that morning.

But now, she was feeling small. And stupid.

“Harry!” Veronica’s voice sang out.

Harry sighed and kept his hand on Y/n’s back as he leaned down next to her, “I’m gonna help her. She’ll be out of here soon. Okay?”

Y/n just smiled and shrugged. Didn’t matter. The moment Harry walked out of the kitchen Y/n went into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She put her hands onto her face and as soon as she pressed her palms over her skin she winced at the pain. She wasn’t swollen but her face was still tender. She cursed under her breath as she walked toward the large window to look out.

She needed to get it together. Soon she’d be healed and need to move on. Harry would probably be thankful for it too. She was lost in her thoughts when there was a knock at the door, causing her to jump.

Yeah, that was another thing that sucked. She was too jumpy these days.

“You made dinner. Gonna come eat with me?” Harry said softly.

Y/n turned and looked at the man in the door. He was so handsome. She would just never get over the way he looked at her. Having his eyes on her warmed her up but she had to be realistic. It was just that he was so attractive with alluring eyes. It made it seem there was something there that wasn’t. She had to stop kidding herself.

She nodded with a half-smile and walked toward him. She was a little hungry.

They both sat down to eat, “Did she find her earring?”

Harry chewed his mouthful and kept his eyes on his plate, “No. She didn’t. I don’t know if it’s actually here or not.”

“So, do you have her over often?” Y/n inquired. She wanted the hard truth. She wanted to know that Harry was off limits because in her imaginary world, he was her knight in shining armor and she was growing more and more attached to him.

Harry sat up and took a sip of the wine (turns out the wine was expensive but Harry insisted on having it anyway) before turning to look at Y/n, “She’s been here before. A couple of times.”

Y/n nodded and looked back to her plate of pasta with a sour stomach suddenly. She sat her fork down and nodded. It wasn’t her place to get jealous or upset.

She listened as Harry scraped his plate, scooping up the last bit of pasta. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Harry cleared his throat, “I mean… I haven’t seen her since that night you saw us together. So that’s like, a month ago? Well, except when I went to the club a couple of times she was there. But that was the last time she was here, a month ago.”

Y/n turned to look at Harry, “So she was here before that? Then why did she want your card with your number on it?”

Harry breathed a laugh out of his nose, “She didn’t have my number before. I didn’t really want her to have it.”

“But you brought her here. You just didn’t want her to call you?” Y/n couldn’t help the questions coming out. She wanted Harry to tell her they were fucking and how he was in love with Veronica. She needed confirmation that he felt only pity for Y/n.

Harry sighed, “Yes. I brought her here. But, look, it was nothing. Not really. Just a warm body. That sounds really shitty…” he shook his head and kept his eyes soft on hers.

Y/n smiled and nodded as she got up to clear their plates. She knew it. They’d been fucking. Of course. They were a perfect match. Veronica with mile-long legs and silky smooth hair, luscious lips, perfectly shaped brows… And Harry was… well, he was Harry. A complete masterpiece of a man.

“Y/n… I… what do you want to know? I mean… I’m an open book here. Are you… jealous?” Harry was closer to her than she wanted him to be in that moment. Directly behind her.

Y/n paused and set the plates in the sink, “You think I’m jealous? God, Harry…” The disdain in her voice was clear. She was sick of being pitied.

Harry’s hands were on her shoulders and nudging her to turn gently toward him, “I don’t know. Your questions sounded… maybe you’re just curious. I shouldn’t have said that. Of course, you’re not jealous. You even told me you have a boyfriend so you wouldn’t…”

Y/n laughed and shook her head, “A boyfriend? No. We just haven’t officially broken up but he’s back home posting Snapchat pictures with random girls and he hasn’t even bothered to find out where I am or if I’m okay. He doesn’t even know I’m in Las Vegas. So boyfriend? Nah…” she huffed and shook her head.

Harry nodded. She did tell him most of that when they spoke about Chad. Just not the part where they weren’t still really together. Harry had a feeling that was the case but he didn’t want to ask her outright and seem nosy.

“Okay,” Harry kept his eyes on Y/n’s, or at least he tried as she was dodging looking directly at him, “just…” he sighed and shook his head, “I don’t want you to think I’m still doing anything with her, though. That was a couple of times. I told you I get lonely. We talked about it a little.”

And they had. Y/n knew Harry wasn’t a virgin by a long shot. Of course, he was getting it regularly. But he did always mention how it was just a physical thing. But he never mentioned he was doing it with Veronica. Not that he needed to specify.

“I know, Harry. It’s okay,” Y/n finally looked up at him, “Really. You’re an… attractive man and you need to, well, you know,” she smiled and felt herself blush. Her saving grace was the bruising to hide the rush of blood to the apples of her cheeks.

“You think I’m attractive?” His mouth quirked up to one side as he tilted his head to the side.

“Well, yeah,” Y/n shrugged.

Harry released her shoulders and nodded, “Hmm… good to know.”

She watched him walk to the island and pick up both glasses of wine. He stepped back in front of the bruised girl and handed her the glass, “Cheers,” he held his glass out.

Y/n raised a brow as she lifted her glass to clink with Harry’s, “To what?”

Harry took a sip and shrugged and then smiled down at her, “To us. You’re doing well, and I’m happy that I have your company. It’s been really nice having you here. Haven’t been lonely since you’ve been here with me.”

Y/n took a sip and kept her eyes on the man but with a look of disbelief in her eyes. She wasn’t buying it.

“What?! You don’t believe me when I tell you this every single time, but I truly like your company. You’re funny and you’re nice, Y/n. I’ve liked you since I first met you. I got lucky to have such a perfect house guest.” He leaned his hip to the island across from where she stood and she mimicked his pose, leaning her hip to the marble at the sink and shook her head, “I don’t believe you because I think you’re just being nice. Like you felt you had to take me in or I’d be out on the street. Which I’m thankful for!”

Harry let out a frustrated sigh but kept a small smile on his face, “You’re insane. You think I’d let just anyone stay in my house with me because I was worried they’d be on the street? If you were Veronica she’d be out of luck. I’d never let her stay here. Maybe for a night or two but she doesn’t have a kind heart like you. She’d probably screw me over or something. I don’t actually trust her. You, I trust.”

Y/n furrowed her brow, “You don’t have to keep comparing me to her you know. I get it. She’s hot and you like to fuck her, and I’m nice and you like to talk to me.”

Harry cackled a belly laugh that instantly put a smile on Y/n’s face, as he put his hand behind him onto the countertop and looked up at the ceiling, “Jesus Christ, Y/n.”

“It’s the truth. She’s fuckable but not trustworthy. I’m disfigured, but nice and so therefore trustworthy,” Y/n laughed as she spoke.

Harry pushed himself off the counter, leaving his glass of cabernet on the island as he stepped forward to breach the space between himself and Y/n. He took her glass out of her hand, placing it on the counter behind her, and brought his hands up to cup her face with a frown, “Disfigured?” He shook his head.

Y/n kept her eyes on him. The mood had changed so suddenly she wasn’t quite sure she understood what he was doing, but his hands on her face were welcome and gentle and warm.

“Y/n… Even with these bruises, and scrapes,” he brushed his thumb over the purple skin on her cheek and down toward the edge of her lip, “you’re so beautiful. I mean…” he dropped his hands from her face and laughed, grasping her hands in his he kept his eyes on her face, “And that’s just your physical beauty. The rest of you… god. You’re more than just this, Y/n,” he said as he released her hands and slowly brushed his fingertips upward on the inside of her forearms, the most sensitive part of her skin, until he met the bend of her arm and wrapped his hands around the topmost part of her forearms.

She was shocked. She was starting to look somewhat normal again but she was still bruised and had splotches on her face and a body that was slow moving. There was no way she was more beautiful than Veronica. Sure maybe Y/n was nicer, but prettier? Certainly not beautiful like he said.

“You don’t believe me?” Harry scrunched his brows as he looked down at Y/n.

She swallowed and shook her head, “No. I don’t.”

Harry closed his eyes, his hands still holding her forearms as he pulled her arms to wrap around him and then brought his own arms around her and burrowed his face into the crook of her neck. The hug was perfect. Just tight enough to make a point, but still gentle enough that it didn’t hurt her body.

His warm breath cascaded over her neck and the tip of his nose pressed into her skin as he spoke, “Then I’ll keep telling you until you believe me. And…” he let out a heavy breath that had Y/n squeezing her eyes closed and feeling her heart pound in her chest, “I can show you even. If you want.”

A/N: This 3 part series will only be posted on Patreon. If you'd like more of this, I'd be so thankful to you for subscribing! xoxo

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emeritus-fuckers · 4 months

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psst.

hey death.

give me some of that sweet, sweet terzo mpreg, babygirl.

Talk dirty to me why don’t you? -Death

“An Unexpected Surprise” - Terzomega M!Preg

Admittedly, they should’ve seen this coming. Helping a ghoul such as Omega through heat came with a list of consequences. Such as the removal of Terzo’s ability to walk straight for a few weeks afterwards.

The upset stomach in the mornings, he credited to a bug for the first week. The second he just assumed he possibly ate something bad.

A month in and he finally admitted defeat, appearing in Omega’s office one afternoon. Nervously approaching the ghoul.

“Amore…could…I have a pregnancy test?”

There were very few times Terzo had seen Omega move that fast, mainly they involved him being in danger. But within seconds Omega had Terzo in his arms, looking at him with pure awe.

“You…you think you’re pregnant? With my kits?”

Terzo nodded slowly, squeaking in surprise once they were suddenly being carried bridal style away. More than a little confused.

“What about the-“

“I grabbed two. We’re doing this in our room.”

Omega left no room for argument. Nuzzling Terzo as he walked quickly to get back to their room. The satanic pope swallowing nervously when he was set down in the shared bathroom, tests placed in their hand delicately.

It felt like an eternity once he was back in the large ghoul’s arms, nervously fidgeting in place. Omega kissed their head softly.

“I can look first if that would help you love?”

He offered in a soft whisper, holding his cheek to get the mismatched eyes to look up at him. Terzo sniffling as he took the ghoul’s free hand. Squeezing tightly.

“Together…?”

Their voice was barely above a whisper. The quintessence ghoul nodding as the timer went off.

“Together.”

They both stood together, each one holding a test as Terzo took a steadying breath. Looking each other in the eye before flipping them over. The satanic pope falling into Omega’s arms as they started crying.

Two positives.

Terzo was pregnant.

Six months after confirming the pregnancy, Terzo was laying on the ultrasound bed. Having forced Omega to let another infirmary worker check in on the little girl steadily growing inside.

Chuckling as he saw Omega staring at the screen completely enamoured.

“If I had known you would be so excited to have a girl, I would’ve hidden the credit card.”

He teased softly, earning a playful nuzzle from the large ghoul. Omega smiling brightly as he stole a kiss.

“You probably wouldn’t have let my dick anywhere near you if you had known ghoul pregnancy lasts a year though.”

He mumbled softly, earning a whine from the anti pope at the reminder. Their face settled into a pout at the moment.

“It’s unfair! I have to wait six more months to meet my principessa…”

Omega could only chuckle again as he watched the screen with Terzo, the little girl moving around on the screen. The large ghoul kissing his mate’s hand with a hum.

“But it will be worth the wait…once she’s snuggled in your arms.”

Written by Death.

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#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ask #nosferatu inside of me #terzomega #omega #omega ghoul #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa emeritus 3 #terzo #papa emeritus iii x omega ghoul #terzo x omega #tw: pregnancy #tw: vomit

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nerdynuala · 3 months

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Hi, love your hcs from last time! Could I make a hange request? I'm intrigued to think about random real life situations of her. Like, I feel like at least once is her life she was bullied, humiliated? Why do people do that with all nerds lol. how do you think she deals with those situations?

Also, (teenage or youth edition) about how is her relationship with her friends, what habits she has in her daily life, I don't know, I leave you free creativity space!

Hello please forgive me, I don't even know how long this has been sitting in my inbox T_T

I haven't been thinking or writing headcanons lately, but I'll give you my best try because heck you sent this so long ago I definitely owe you at least an attempt lol

Sorry again, I hope you can enjoy this anyway.

I've decided to focus on the prompt of Hange being bullied or humiliated more than anything else, but I threw in some things about childhood/youth friendships (truth is, I don't think Hange had many friends as a child or teen) and some veterans

Here we go:

- a classic, Hange wearing glasses since a very young age, she got called four-eyes ever since she started hanging out with other kids. Did it hurt her? Well, she never would admit it, but until the age of 12/13 she did wish her eyesight was better just so that kids would stop making her feel different, in a bad way. She used to laugh it off when people teased her, but in the privacy of her bathroom at home she would squint at her reflection in the mirror and wish she could walk around without her glasses.

- Being a very curious and somewhat savage kid, with a passion for every kind of bug, did not help her making friends. She was called a weirdo for collecting bugs, showing them to every kid, and knowing all the weird names of the insects. But it was her passion, in this case she really couldn't care less what other kids thought of her. She did befriend a boy who also loved bugs and they used to go looking for them in the forest.

- Hange used to get along better with boys. Girls talked behind her back and found Hange dirty and wild, they used to tell her she "should have been a boy". Hange did not care for "being a girl or a boy", she was "just Hange, take it or leave it". Boys did like Hange's company though, they could play more competitive and sporty games with her and she did enjoy every bit of pinecones and stones wars.

- When Hange grew up, as a teen she often wished she could fit in better with girls in her environment, but she caught some of them talking behind her back, saying Hange was not feminine and an intense nerdy weirdo and that no one, boy girl or wathever, would want to be with her. Hange was really independent at the time and was not looking forward to any relationship in particular, but it still hurt because she only wanted someone to be able to talk to and that would listen to her and talk to her with the same passion she put into things she liked. She stopped talking to the girls she overheard, but she never stopped smiling and waving at them when they crossed paths. Hange did not want them close in her life anymore, but that didn't mean she would stop being kind even though they had not been to her once. Hange understood she was kind of different and that these girls probably weren't open-minded enough to understand that not everyone has to be the same.

- What hurt Hange the most, however, happened in her early adult life. Being a scout, a Squad Leader, and most importantly a Titan Researcher, she once had to present her advances in Titan Research to a large crowd of Scouts and MPs, even higher ranks. She put much effort into it and she was sure that, this time, she had a lot of new information about Titans that would thrill and help everyone out. She did present and, in the middle of the presentation she heard some people giggling and making comments she couldn't hear. It bothered Hange because, heck this was a serious matter and it was important to her and to anyone interested in defeating the Titans. She was interrupted by someone from the Military Police who raised his hand to ask, quite literally, "who the dickhead that let her funds for this bullshit was". The dude even had the courage to say that the money would have been better spent for "hiring some sluts to lift the spirits of the Scouts". It was the first time that Hange was at a loss of words and couldn't bite back. She felt like crying from anger and feeling helpless. She normally dealt with people belittling or bullying her by biting back with some sarcastic remark, but her mind went blank. She couldn't finish the presentation like she had in mind and felt depressed for a whole month after that. Her job, her research and the passion she put into it was the most important thing to her. She could deal with people making fun of her for being weird, for being "not feminine", for wearing stupid glasses... But not with people thinking her work was worthless, she discovered.

After this episode, Levi offered Hange a lot of late night tea and even let her rant a lot. He even asked how she knew that titans don't poop.

Also, a few weeks after that, Hange heard rumors that the MP dude who interrupted her presentation was beaten up by a short guy who ended up being stronger than 5 men all together. They said the guy was probably raised in the underground, as he fought like a thug from down there.

Side note, Erwin subtly raised funds for Titan Research and provided her with a brand new laboratory and named Moblit her assistant, officially. Moblit helped her to find the spark she had lost after being humiliated, he gave her a collection of new Titan drawings that were bound together in a new book, which had a lot of blank pages to fill in with new research. Mike and Levi also promised, without sounding too grumpy, to capture a Titan so that they could study them better.

#headcanons #inbox #answered #better late than never #??#aot #snk #hange zoe #veterans #snk vets #levihan #if you squint #but hey this is a levihan blog so no need of squinting either

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munsonsduchess · 1 year

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Nothing but a Good Time

summary: your coworker has called out sick and needs you to cover her interview on your day off

w/c: 9,786

warnings: nothing actually, this is p tame

a/n: it’s not plagiarism if it’s my own work! this has been rattling around in my brain for a hot minute and since i won’t be able to update Shadow of the Moon till late sunday i wanted to put something out

if you enjoy this consider reblogging! it really helps me out 🫶🏻🤟🏼

(moodboard by me)

Of all days for something to go wrong it would have to be today. A day which, as you informed your editor when he called at the ridiculous hour of 9am, you weren’t even supposed to be working. You had checked and double checked before leaving the office the previous evening that you wouldn’t be on call today nor would they need you in the office, you had planned therefore to catch up on everything you missed while you were working.

Laundry, grocery shopping, catching up on that show you’d been watching. The basics. The universe however seemed to laugh in the face of those plans so there you were rushing out of a crowded train station trying to hail a taxi looking like someone’s lost teenage daughter.

All this for a band you didn’t even like. Which admittedly you seemed to be the only one in the office who didn’t but your editor had begged and pleaded and even offered you an extra day off for covering the interview when it transpired that the other colleague who was supposed to be interviewing the band had gotten a stomach bug from her kids and wasn’t fit to leave the bathroom much less travel across the city of london to go to an interview in an expensive hotel for a band your magazine was foaming at the mouth over.

So there you were, coffee stains blessedly hidden on your black shirt, standing at the reception of one of the most expensive hotels in the city waiting for the go ahead to do your job,

“They’ll see you now” a large man also dressed in all black with a very impressive mohawk called from the private elevators, “follow me”

With a sigh you did as the man asked and followed him into the lift where he stood in impassible silence until you reached the penthouse, of course it was the penthouse, where he waited for you to follow him down the plush corridor before stopping in front of the suite.

Well time to get this over with and go back to ignoring the every growing pile of laundry in your apartment.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

Walking into the suite you were actually pretty surprised not to be assaulted by the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, it really did look as though the band even allowed the housekeeping staff in to clean the room. Not to mention all the appliances were still in their predetermined spots and nothing was missing or in the pool on the ground floor.

Standing in the main living room of the suite you started to take out the things you needed for the interview and found a comfortable seat next to a coffee table where you could set up your phone to record. You’d type up your notes later,

“Hey you’re that magazine chick!” a voice called from another part of the suite causing you to look up and find yourself staring into what could only be described as deep chocolate coloured eyes and a wild mop of curly hair.

No doubt in your mind this was Eddie Munson the lead guitarist and songwriter of the band. He had a very distinctive look

“I’m the reporter yes, it’s nice to meet you” you introduced yourself and held out your hand to shake the man’s,

“You’re totally not what I expected” he laughed as he took your hand and gave it a hardy shake, you didn’t know if that was supposed to be a compliment or not “the guys and I have been out sightseeing” Eddie continued, the bright smile never leaving his face.

“Oh really? Have you seen anything in particular?” you asked out of politeness not really expecting the outburst of energy that came from the man in front of you ,

“Eddie, chill man you’re gonna scare her away” another man said with a sigh, “Gareth. Nice to meet you”

“Likewise, you’re the drummer aren’t you?”

“That’s me. The good looking one”

“That isn’t what that article Nancy sent me said” Eddie said with a grin and wink in your direction, “besides chicks totally dig Jeff”

“Damn right they do” the man who’d followed Gareth into the room said, “ladies go wild for me”

“Yeah, yeah you’re just the best thing on planet earth and you’ve got your pick of the ladies” Eddie’s smile didn’t waver and it seemed as though this was some sort of inside joke between the three men as no one said more on the subject,

“Well if you’re all ready to get started” you gestured to the seats in front of you and picked your little recorder from the table, “so if you don’t mind i’m going to record the interview on my little cassette recorder here and then I’ll be typing it up and it’ll go into next week’s edition of the magazine. If you’re interested I’m sure you could pick it up from any newsstand”

“I mean we’re gonna be in town for another couple weeks so why don’t you just come by again?” Eddie said, you couldn’t detect anything but sincerity in his tone. He really did want you to come and hand deliver a magazine.

“Well I don’t know what I’ll be doing next week so I might not have the time” you answered, you weren’t sure if this was some sort of entitled rockstar behavior or something else but you’d done this job long enough to be on your guard when it came to celebrities.

Before anyone else could ask any questions you set your cassette player to record and started the interview. Luckily your colleague had already prepped a list of questions and things she wanted to talk about so you had no trouble following her notes.

The band was only too happy to answer questions and talk about themselves, you had half expected them to be like a lot of other ‘huge’ bands you’d interviewed in your time with the magazine - full of themselves, but they really did seem like three down to earth Midwestern boys. Eddie and Gareth had grown up together in a trailer park in Indiana and met Jeff later in life, they’d all shared a passion for music and started doing gigs in run down bars and clubs, at friends parties and really anything they could get a ride to. It was at one of these grungy bars in the middle of nowhere they’d been spotted and the subsequent rise to fame had been meteoric.

Throughout the interview the three men laughed and joked and poked fun at each other, at the music industry, they spoke passionately about things that were close to their hearts, causes they believed in and of course their families.

Jeff and Gareth seemed more than content to enjoy life on the road. The perks that came with being world famous Rock Stars but it seemed Eddie wanted more. He talked a lot about friends he’d left behind when the band made it big including a group of kids he talked about as if they were family,

“I mean you know what it’s like” he said gesturing to you, “you’re a mom”

It took you a second to recover from that before you raised your hands and spoke,

“Oh no i’m not a mom, you must mean Amy. She was supposed to be here today but her little one Jamie brought home a tummy bug and she’s not in any state to be anywhere but the house”

“I thought you were Amy!” Eddie said seriously, “shit I’m sorry I totally didn’t mean to offend you!”

“It’s fine, I know she was supposed to be here and that’s who the magazine told you to expect. I mean you probably thought I was a shit mom to be showing up looking like someone’s angsty teenager” you laughed trying to lighten the mood.

As the interview proceeded you found yourself reaching into the bag you'd brought with you for another cassette to keep recording. You hadn’t planned on the interview going on this long,

"That's a cool bag" Jeff commented and you reached for it, "are all of those patches for bands you listen to?"

You gestured to the little canvas messenger bag that had been your constant companion since university and the plethora of band patches decorating the front flap,

"I mean yeah, I work for a music magazine I've listened to a lot of music" you joked,

"We should get you one for us so you can have our band on your bag all the time" Eddie said, "we've got some pins too if you want one for the strap. I could get you one"

The rest of the interview proceeded after you'd switched out the cassette and you began to notice an almost imperceptible shift in Eddie’s behavior and his attitude towards you to the point where once the interview had concluded he offered to walk you down to the lobby himself,

“I could do with stretching my legs” he said with a shrug, shoving his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans, “unless you don’t want me to go with you?” he held his hands up in a backing off motion

“No, I don’t mind” you offered him your own smile as you gathered up your things, “you can tell me what you like about the city”

“Dope!”

You suppressed a giggle at that. Eddie really just seemed like an over energetic teenager and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t endearing. To the rest of the world he was the enigmatic, charismatic lead guitarist of one of the biggest bands in the world and yet here he was so excited to walk you downstairs.

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“Well thanks again for walking with me” you said once you made it to the front doors of the hotel, “it was really nice to talk to you”

“Yeah? You really think so?”

“Sure. I was sort of expecting you all to be massive dicks all things considered but you seem really nice”

“I am really nice, why don’t you let me take you to dinner and I’ll show you how nice I am”

That floored you. You stood blinking at Eddie as if trying to find a joke in his features but you couldn’t find anything but sincerity,

“You really want to go to dinner with me?”

“Of course! You’re cute and I think we’d have a lot of fun. Plus you can show me around, all your favourite places” he beamed at you and honestly you couldn't think of a reason to say no,

"Alright, you're on"

"You won't regret this sweetheart. Promise"

"We'll see about that won't we?" with that you got into a waiting cab and headed back to the train station still reeling with what had just happened.

One of the most desirable men in the world had asked you to dinner and you'd said yes. Maybe today wasn't such a write off after all.

God bless the stomach flu.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #duchess writes #duchess.txt

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yoonguurt · 1 year

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Day 2 is here! This is my favorite so far. I'm also excited to ruin my wife.

Warnings: explicit sexual content. Oral (m receiving), throat fucking, slight clit play in front of the other members.

This was the definition of chaos, there was no other way to describe it. You were in a car, smooshed between your boyfriend and Seokmin while everyone screeched loudly to the music playing on the radio. Seokmin’s shoulder constantly pushing you further into Chan when he did dramatic hand motions as he “sang”. You were all on your way to a campground Seungcheol had somehow managed to rent for the 14 of you to camp completely by yourselves, and even though you were a bit sore from being scrunched up and the noise was slightly grating on you, there was nowhere else you would rather be. Having been dating Chan for about a year now, his members had quickly become like your own family. There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t receive a text message from one of the other 12 boys asking you if you wanted to go do this or that with him. You honestly loved them like they were your own brothers.

After a very eventful grocery store stop complete with Mingyu dropping a whole watermelon that immediately split open, you finally arrived at the campsite. You practically shoved Chan out of the door, desperate for the opportunity to stretch your poor legs. Taking in a deep breath, you were happy to breathe in fresh air, making sure to take in a few more deep breaths as you lifted your arms over your head to stretch your aching back. You felt arms wrap around your middle and you let out a content sigh and leaned back into what was obviously your boyfriend’s chest. “Enjoying nature and fresh air, my love?” Feeling the puff of air on your neck caused your body to shiver a bit as you hummed in agreement. His lips pressed against your neck in a quick peck before pulling away to go help the rest of the boys unload the cars. You immediately followed and offered assistance but you were quickly waved off by Joshua, being told that there were enough of them to be able to handle everything.

You used your free time to walk around, thinking that you wanted to scope the area for a place to plant the tent you and Chan would share. You made sure to locate the bathrooms, just so you would know when you needed to go. Plus you were almost positive you would get roped into escorting one of the more afraid boys later that night when they inevitably got spooked. You chuckled to yourself at the thought of walking in front of a trembling Seungkwan, shining your light at any sound that he heard. You noticed a spot close to you where the branches of the trees on either side of the little clear patch of ground folded over into a makeshift canopy. Nodding to yourself, you decided that this was the perfect spot for your tent. You felt a small sense of pride as you shouted out to your boyfriend. “Channie! I found the perfect spot to set up!” You giggled as you could hear the complaints of the other boys, telling Chan that it wasn’t fair that he had an extra set of eyes to pick out the best spot. You felt a small bite on your arm, causing you to reach up and slap at the mosquito that was feasting on you. You made a mental note to put on the bug spray you had made sure to bring as soon as everything was brought out of the vehicles.

One by one, your friends walked over with arms and backs full of camping supplies, dropping them off on the ground before making a second trip to bring more. You knew that 14 people camping would mean a lot of gear, but seeing it really made you realize just how much stuff the group had brought. Deciding to make yourself useful, you grabbed the grocery bags Wonwoo had sat on the picnic table and started packing the meat and veggies into one of the large coolers on the ground next to the table. The ice in the cooler felt good in comparison to the humid air on your skin and you let out a small sigh as you arranged the food as best you could. Just as you were finishing up, the boys came back with the final load of the things everyone had brought, setting it all in various spots on the ground. You watched your friends as they all spread out and searched for somewhere to pitch their own tents, smiling up at Chan when he made his way over to you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Now, where is this perfect spot?”

The whole tent sharing debacle had tears falling down your face from laughing. The group played rock paper scissors, Chan obviously sitting the game out, and there was one person in particular that was obviously annoyed with his placement. Jihoon had been paired with Mingyu and he made his displeasure well known. “You snore too damn loudly. It makes it really hard to sleep. I will not hesitate to stuff a sock in your mouth. Don’t test me tonight.” The group roared in laughter at the small man’s very huffy complaint and set out to get the tents set up before it got too dark. In true form, the chaos didn’t take a break. Soonyoung chased Seungkwan around with a tent rod while the younger boy yelled for someone to put an end to the madness. Vernon looked completely confused as he tried to help Minghao put the tent together. Jeonghan did the normal for him, “supervised”. It took far too long for everything to get set up, but damn was it worth it.

Once all the tents were in their places and everyone had unpacked their sleeping bags, Mingyu started the grill up while everyone else helped prepare the rest of the meal for that night. Everyone had a beer and the conversation never dulled, the boys making fun of each other while you sat in between Chan’s legs, your back against his chest and his arms around your waist. The two of you had decided not to drink much on the first night, not wanting to be hungover on your first full day of your trip. Still, given your position, you couldn’t help but start to feel a little needy. In truth, Chan didn’t need to do much to turn you on, just being in his presence was more often than not enough to have your thighs pressing together. And speaking of thighs, the fact that his beautiful thighs were on either side of you was only making your situation worse. Without even realizing, you began to slowly push yourself back into Chan, brushing your ass over his crotch. You only picked up on what you had done when you heard him inhale a little and felt his arms tighten around your waist. That was quickly followed by his breath on your ear as he spoke to you in a whisper. “Stop it. Be still.” You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine. His voice always had a way of getting to you, especially if he was whispering in your ear with a low tone. You did your best to keep your voice steady as you responded to him in an equally low whisper. “Sorry, Channie. I didn’t mean to.”

You did everything you could to bring your thoughts elsewhere as the night wore on and the games began with all the drunken members, but nothing seemed to work. You were hyper aware of Chan behind you and every now and then you would squirm in his lap, and you were starting to feel the consequences of your movements. You could feel your boyfriend start to harden behind you and it only made you want to move more. You also could never resist the urge to tease him, so with your mind made up, you pushed back with a little more force than you had been. You felt him tense behind you and it caused your lips to lift into a small smirk, hopefully unnoticeable to everyone around you. You took a quick glance around and were pleased to see that no one was paying attention to the two of you. “Baby. I’m warning you. Stop it.” You would hear that Chan was talking to you through gritted teeth and that only made you want to tease him more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe. I didn’t do anything.” Your voice sounded innocent, but your eyes glinted with mischief as you started back at your boyfriend, causing his eyes to instantly darken and a smirk of his own to form. You watched as he drank the rest of his beer, the only one he had had, and set the bottle on the table before placing his arm back around you, his hand falling high up on your thigh. Your own breath hitched as he slowly dragged his hand up your thigh, getting closer to your clothed heat. Your eyes scanned the boys around you, once again making sure that no one was paying the two of you any attention, and once again you found that they were all distracted in their own conversations.

Chan’s fingers inched closer to your core, causing you to let out a low whimper which was followed by a yelp as you felt your boyfriend pinch your thigh. “Do you think you can be a good girl for me and be quiet, my love?” His voice was directly in your ear and you felt his teeth graze your earlobe and his hand resumed its slow ascent. His fingers slowly made their way to your clit, rubbing small but tight circles through your thin shorts. A low whine emitted from your throat, which only made Chan’s movements stop momentarily before he gave your clit a quick pinch, your hips bucking a little at the action. You just knew that he was sporting a smirk as he leaned in whispering for you to stay quiet if you wanted to cum. You nodded and bit your lip and he resumed his work, rubbing your clit a bit more before moving his hand inside the waistband of your shorts, quickly bypassing the hem of your underwear to come in direct contact with your throbbing clit. You bit your lip harder, afraid that you were going to draw blood, as his fingers slid down your slit to circle around your entrance before dipping the tip of his finger inside and pulling back out. Another whimper left your throat and before you knew it, your boyfriend’s hand was withdrawn from your aching core.

“I warned you, baby. You just couldn’t listen, could you?” You turned to face him, lip jutting out a little in a pout, which only caused the man to let out a chuckle and place a gentle kiss on your lips. Chan raised his arms above his head and let out an exaggerated yawn and placed his chin on your shoulder and squeezed your middle. “I think we’re gonna head to bed, guys. The day kind of got us both tired.” His voice rang out causing a sea of drunk faces to turn his way and a chorus of everyone telling the two of you goodnight and to sleep well. You could clearly tell from the smirk on his face that sleep was the last thing on his mind even though he repeated the others’ sentiments. His hand made its way to yours and intertwined your fingers as he led you away from the group and into the tent the two of you would be sharing. The tent was tall enough for the both of you to stand and you stood with Chan’s back to you. As soon as he zipped your tent closed, he whipped his body around and his hands found your waist as he pulled you to him, lips molding to yours. You moaned into the kiss and pushed yourself closer to him, your hands coming to rest around his neck. He reached up to tangle one of his hands in your hair and gave a slight tug, another moan falling from your lips. He pulled back from you, pulling your hair again and attached his lips to your neck, sucking a mark onto your skin. You could feel the rumble of his voice against your skin as he mumbled into your neck. “Such a dirty girl. Teasing me in front of my friends just because you’re needy. Couldn’t even follow my instructions. That’s not what good girls do, baby.”

You could tell just from the tone of his voice that he had plans of punishing you and your core fluttered at the thought, your hole clenching around nothing. “On your knees, sweet girl.” The arousal practically dripped out of you. You knew what was coming, this wasn’t an uncommon thing in your relationship. Honestly, it was one of your favorite activities during sex.

The caps of your knees immediately hit the floor of the tent. You were buzzing with anticipation as you watched Chan pull his sweatpants down past his hips, his cock hitting his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight and you licked your lips, the tip pushing further out of your mouth when Chan’s thumb ran over your bottom lip, tongue barely grazing the tip of his thumb. He slowly pushed the digit into your mouth, prompting you to wrap your lips around it and suck. You watched the smirk grace his beautiful face when you rubbed your tongue up and down the pad of his finger. He pulled his finger from your mouth, pushing his hips forward as he did so. “Open up, beautiful.” His voice was soft and sweet and caused you to shiver, knowing that soon his actions would be anything but.

Your jaw fell open and your eyes flicked up to land on his. “Such a good girl for me.” His tone had dropped an octave, lust clearly dripping from it. He pushed his hips forward slowly, until his cock pushed into your mouth. You held your mouth open, knowing he would tell you when he was ready for you to close. He looked down at you and nodded and you closed your mouth around his cocked, running your tongue around his tip. You looked up at him when a moan fell from his lips and his head tipped back. It gave you the confidence to give him a hard suck, his hand falling to the back of your head and weaving into your hair. He gave a light tug, letting you know that it was time. “You ready?” You answered with a moan and a kitten lick to the underside of his cock.

His other hand came to rest on the back of your head, fingers joining the other hand in your hair, giving another tug to pull you off of his cock until the head was resting on your lips. He moved his hands to rest his palms on your cheeks, giving each a light slap before they retreated to their previous position. He applied enough force to hold your head in place as he pushed forward, thrusting into your mouth. You gave him an approving moan, urging him to continue. He pulled back, pushing forward until you could feel him hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly. For the most part, you had trained yourself to take his cock without gagging, but the first thrust always got you.

Chan’s thrust came slowly, making sure you were ready for what was to come. In a blink, his thrusts sped up, each one hitting the back of your throat. You were drooling at this point, but the wetness between your legs only increased. You loved when he used you for his own pleasure. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth always feels so good. You always take my cock so well.” His groans were growing in volume and you could tell he was already working on coming undone. Your teasing had proved to work him up more than you realized. Your cunt was in desperate need of attention and you took advantage of the fact that Chan’s eyes were closed, slipping your hand into your panties to rub at your clit. You moaned around his length, the vibration causing your boyfriend to follow with a loud moan. His eyes popped open and looked down to find yours, quickly dropping to the hand working at your clit. He gave you a quick smirk, but he didn’t put an end to your movements. “Is my baby getting so wet just from my cock fucking her throat that she has to touch herself?” You could only answer with a moan, your fingers speeding up as you chased your own release. “I want you to come with me. Can you do that for me? I’m already so close. Your mouth is just too good.” You did your best to nod around his cock. His hips sped up, his member hitting the back of your throat with more force than it had been. His moans were becoming more frequent, his release closing in on him. You moved your fingers to match his thrusts, and almost immediately you could feel the band in your tummy snap. Just as you came, Chan gave one final push, shoving his cock as deep as he could down your throat, painting it white with his release. You stayed still, letting him ride out his high, breathing through your nose.

When he finally pulled himself out of your mouth, he wiped the edge of your mouth, catching the drool that was resting there and brought his thumb to his own mouth. He raised a brow at you, and you opened your mouth, knowing he wanted to make sure you had swallowed every drop. He seemed satisfied as he pushed your jaw closed, dropping to his own knees to pull you into a kiss.

“Lay back, love. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

@kwanisms suffer my love

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otherpeoplesheartachept-2 · 26 days

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🪲Stink Bug🪲

Niamh is big and tough okay? The bug just flew reallyyyyy close to her hand.

(written for the @carry-on-sapphic-week inspired by one of @facewithoutheart 's posts)

Read on AO3 or below the cut :)

“Agatha!!” Niamh shouts from the other side of the flat.

I walk into the bathroom to find the faucet running and my girlfriend smushing her large frame into the very narrow space between the toilet and the bathtub.

“What?” I ask, furrowing my brow.

She points to the sink counter, cowering away from it.

There sits a little green bug, exploring the white vinyl.

“It's just a stink bug, Niamh.”

“Yes, but made a really loud buzz!” She huffs, “and nearly landed on my hand!” she waves her wet hand for emphasis and flicks water all over the room.

I can't stop the roll of my eyes, or the exhale of amusement.

“Will you just take care of it for me, please?”

She looks so pitiful like this, muscular arms crossed protectively across her chest.

“Alright.” I never could resist a sufficiently whiney ‘please’ from my girlfriend.

I quickly grab a wad of toilet paper and squish the thing with an unpleasant crunch.

“Agatha what the fuck!!” Niamh yells when I lift the toilet paper and swipe up the remaining bug guts from the counter. “I didn't mean kill it!” She whines, her blue eyes turning watery.

“You told me to deal with it!” I defend myself.

“I meant take it outside! You just murdered the poor thing!”

Niamh’s voice gets a little shaky, she steps towards me, reaching for my hand with the mangled corpse, before thinking better of it.

I forgot she’s started caring about bugs since she watched some documentary about insects last month. She tried making me watch it but I get so bored sitting through documentaries.

“Babe,” I say, awkwardly binning the insect in my hand and trying to console my girlfriend. “It's fine, Penny told me once these stink bugs are invasive, okay?” I place a hand on Niamh's shoulder.

“You’re sure?” She furrows her brow.

“Yeah, they like wreak havoc on native trees or something.”

“Oh,” she looks down, putting on her thinking frown.

“I guess it's for the greater good then,” she sighs.

I nod, leading us out of the bathroom.

Thank magick she didn't see me kill that spider I found in the kitchen cabinet last night.

#I had a lot more ideas for sapphic week #but life got really shitty so this is probably the only thing I'll mnage to post for it #brobelove #agatha wellbelove #niamh brody #niamh is so babygirl #carry on #the simon snow series #fanfic #niamh my love #corascrap

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eyeofnewtblog · 6 months

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Things that happen at home:

So, it’s late fall/early winter in Colorado, which means that Outside Creatures are trying desperately to become Inside Creatures. They have a relatively easy time with this in older homes. Which is what I live in. So, obviously I’m less than thrilled about this, but it happens every year so there’s no need to freak out.

Bugs, in particular, are always attracted to the bathroom, especially the tub. Moths can at least fly out once they are dry, but they seriously creep me out. Spiders I’m honestly cool with as long as they’re at least two feet away from me. But still. Not my favorite Shower Buddy to have. (Husband is my favorite Shower Buddy.)

Now, let’s all back up 20 years or so to that one time my dad bought Starship Troopers and then let Middle Sister watch it for a week straight when she was FOUR YEARS OLD. (This started on a Monday; Friday night there was a daddy long legs in the tub at bath time and she screamed for an hour…she literally couldn’t be within 6 feet of a bug of any kind without screaming until she was about 15 years old…) And what do good big sisters do?

Stomp the ever loving fuck out of bugs, because honestly the screaming child is worse to deal with than however freaky the bug itself is.

So I have practice at killing bugs, I don’t enjoy it and prefer not to, but I CAN actually do it.

So, two mornings ago I get up and hop in the shower, only to discover that I have an unwanted eight legged Shower Buddy.

Not the end of the world, just fish him out with a shampoo bottle and proceed with my morning. Shower Buddy is unusually dark, thick, and large, but that’s about the only time I spend thinking about him. Or her. Whatever.

Until this mother fucker starts crawling up and across the shower curtain. Towards me.

And I’m a solution oriented person, so I’m just like “I would rather shower with the curtain open and clean up the water later than kill poor little Shower Buddy” which is exactly what I did.

But today. TODAY. Shower Buddy was absolutely not playing it cool in his/her/it’s attempt to avoid the water. And it’s a small fucking tub, okay?

So I’m trying to talk Shower Buddy out of this unwise invasion of my personal space.

And my husband barges in, yanks the curtain aside, and demands to know why I’m making so much noise as ass o’clock in the morning.

Shower Buddy was not a fan of the curtain being yanked. There was a definite freak out on his part.

I may or may not have imitated a screaming terrified child that was traumatized by Starship Troopers from a very young age.

Anyway, husband smashed poor little Shower Buddy with his bare hand, wiped his hand off with a piece of toilet paper, and flushed the whole mess down to its inevitable watery grave.

Also, my dad still thinks the Starship Troopers thing was hilarious, my mom is still pissed off about it, Middle Sister is a perfectly nice, reasonable adult, and my husband specifically called me at lunch just to continue mocking me.

#humans are space orcs #my dad is a civil engineer #my mom is never wrong #rule of funny is honestly subjective #i love my family #I knew this about him when I married him #i have no one to blame but myself

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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potential fic idea if you want sweet!! ok so helaena and her bugs im guessing can be pretty menacing. what if some escape and the reader encounters it and is SCARED so calls aemond to help her out and he’s just like: cmon girl 😑😑😑

Haha I love this idea (adding it to my #dose of Aemond tag)! For my blurbs!

You liked to consider yourself brave, often fending for yourself in tense situations. Being faced by large eight-legged creature in the bathroom was too much for even you to stomach. To add insult to injury the spider was sitting directly over the only exit, staring at you with shiny eyes, as if daring you to try leaving.

"Aemond!" You called, trying to sound calm and failing spectacularly. "Aemond help please!"

You heard a distant reply but was unable to decipher what he shouted back. The spider shifted, drawing your wide gaze back to its swollen body. You inched forward, eyes flicking from the formidable arachnid to the exit. Just as you were about to make a run for it the creature dropped from its perch, landing in front of you and scuttling for your feet.

You shrieked, the ear splitting sound echoing off the tile walls of the room as you stumbled back. The thing was fast and you were suddenly very afraid for your life. The sound of running feet heralded the arrival of Aemond with Helaena close behind him.

They took in the scene of you trying to survive the bug's attack.

"He won't hurt you!" Helaena said soothingly, watching with interest as you climbed atop the toilet.

"I have doubt about that!" You cried, looking down as the fat spider sought a way to clamber up to you. "Aemond get it, kill it, please do something!"

"I think you've offended him in some way." Aemond mused, looking from his sister to the spider with an arched brow. "He seems to want retribution."

You shrieked again, leaping off the toilet seat and rushing over to where they stood, grabbing Aemond by the arm and forcing him in front of you. He laughed.

"Don't kill him." Helaena pleaded. "Here let me." She strode quickly forward, capturing the agitated arachnid with a cup and sheet of paper.

"There." Aemond turned to face you, his smirk still in place. "Look at that!" He smoothed your mussed hair. "You're still alive. I was worried for a moment there." He deadpanned.

"Oh shut up." You muttered, heat rising to your cheeks as he chuckled.

Helaena quickly hurried away with her little friend safetly stowed away. You watched her go, your pulse slowly returning to a normal beat.

"I get all the other crawlies she has but spiders...why spiders?"

Aemond shrugged. "She thinks them beautiful." He paused a moment. "She thinks things beautiful where many would heartily disagree." He became pensive, his fingers tapping against one another.

"If you refer to yourself," you looked sidelong at him, "you are beautiful, Aemond. Only fools would disagree."

He smiled briefly at you before changing the subject as quick as he could, taking your hand and leading you out into the balmy summer day.

#aemond targaryen #answered ask #prince aemond x reader #aemond x reader #aemond fluff #hotd aemond x reader #aemond one eye x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond blurb #dose of aemond #aemond one eye #aemond stannies #pro aemond targaryen #aemond imagine #hotd

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mamajankyy · 1 year

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IN TODAYS ADVENTURES OF SHARK BOY AND WARRIOR GIRL:

Summary: Attuma is ill and Okoye is there to aid him back to health.

Word count: 1.4k

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Okoye’s loyalty to those she loves is immovable, impenetrable, and unwavering; in short, she doesn’t quit. A life devoted to battle and protecting shaped her into the impeccable warrior she is now. Stripping of title or stature would never change that. She had fought countless fights against countless foes that ranged in species and color. There was one fight that had her considering waving her white flag and rewriting everything she knew to be true about herself.

Caring for an ill man. A massive, blue, bullheaded, shark tooth-adorned man-child baby.

A lot of the traits he took on while ill were ones he possessed regularly, but it was as if they were magnified and multiplied ten times over. Clingy, touchy, cocky, smothering, and needy all in all a nuisance to Okoye, especially when she’s trying to be of assistance. She may think it, but she would never voice her feelings about sick Tuma.

A sewage problem and a forgetful Attuma did not make a good combination. The city Okoye lived in had backed-up pipes and everyone in the area was urged not to use tap water until further notice. Okoye made sure to inform Attuma of this so he’d use filtered water to refill his rebreathers when necessary. She even went so far as to leave some bottles out for him. Attuma did not heed her warnings and now he was suffering the consequences. A nasty stomach bug and an insane fever morphed him into a being she’d never expect from Attuma.

Now here they were in their very large bathroom. Attuma sprawled out in their massive spa-sized tub. It may as well have been an indoor pool, but Okoye felt the size was perfect for her Shark. She was sitting on the edge of the tub dabbing his forehead with a wet washcloth. Doing whatever to help quell his aches really.

“I do not get sick” He protested. It’d been three days of the same weightless declarations.

How Okoye had managed not to blow a fuse? She was unsure.

“Then explain the profuse sweating and how you struggle to keep something as meager as vegetable broth down. Hm?” Okoye retorted as she swatted his wandering hands to continue her task of drenching him in cooled water. She tilted his head upwards to wipe beads of, said sweat, before they dropped; and then kissed the newly dry spot.

“Perspiration is to be expected when one is in close contact with the sun, no?” Attuma’s face twisted slightly as he talked through another gut-twisting pain, trying his very best to convince her he was fine. “Come join me in K’iino, the water’s excellent” He smiled at her and moved his hand to rest on her knee, just below the hem of her dress. His thumbs kneaded her smooth skin, and since she hadn’t removed his hands yet, he tested his luck moving his ministrations further up north.

She hadn’t missed the flash of discomfort on his face, so she allowed his hands to wander up her dress for a few moments, just to see just how convincing he thought he really was. She plucked them away once they were dangerously close to the apex of her thighs.

Who did he think he was fooling?

Okoye kissed her teeth and stepped just out of his reach. “Had you used the head that faces the sky instead of the one that cowers beneath your loincloth you would not be in the tub looking like a sweaty plum.” Her voice was soft, almost sweet, but there was still that tinge of annoyance. She didn’t feel right snapping at him completely, especially when he was trying very hard to downplay his true feelings; but she still made sure to get her point across.

It was true, due to his ill state and constant perspiration he had taken on a purplish hue.

“It does not cower! My bearings are proud, as am I. Come here and I will make you proud as we-“His offer was cut short by another wave of stomach pain.

It was rare for the Talokanil to be struck ill. The herb that was welded into their DNA rendered them immune to many illnesses. Attuma’s insides were quite literally battling to expel all of the foreign bacteria that’d infiltrated his systems. As respected of a General as he was, he was sure that this was a battle he wouldn’t victor. This may as well have been his Endgame..no Thanos.

“Oh, my love” Okoye cooed as she resumed her spot beside him. She leaned over enough to rub his stomach in an attempt to soothe him. The close proximity allowed her to lay a few kisses along the side of his head and she did so. That slightly annoyed tone she had before was now reduced to a much more loving and syrupy one. She found herself switching between the two very often with Attuma, especially now.

The warrior was losing her battle as well. Knowing the illness and pain Attuma was experiencing was all new to him tugged at her heart voraciously. It was hard to see her affectionate brute in this state. What may have been a mere stomach virus to any surface dweller was doing a number on her beloved husband.

When she first noticed something was off with Attuma she practically dragged him to Shuri for testing. His symptoms weren’t severe due to his enhanced DNA, but lack of appetite was not something Okoye was going to let slide. Attuma thought it was silly but the thought of being an added stress to his love was bigger than his protesting. Shuri ran plenty of tests and once she found it was from the water the only aid she’d been able to give was the virus simply had to run its course. If the General wasn’t back to himself by the end of the week Shuri told them to come back to the lab.

Okoye tried to get Attuma to go back to Talokan until he felt better, she figured being out of the water didn’t make sense when he could be home with his healers. Of course, Attuma refused. Shuri planted the seed of Okoye taking care of him until he was better and a much more lewd image had taken root in his mind. He was thinking more along the lines of those sexy maid costumes M’Baku showed him once before. Those fantasies were quickly shelved once the stomach griping started.

True to her word, Okoye had been by his side without faltering. Though she nearly had to pull her spear on him just to get him to rest for more than 10 minutes, she took the task with stride. She made him light meals that wouldn’t upset his stomach too much, rubbed and massaged his stomach until he fell asleep in her arms, braided his hair so it wouldn’t be a tangled mess, and did whatever else she could think of to bring him any form of reprieve.

“K’iino… I’m sure I will be immediately healed if you just joined me. I will not turn my mind loose and get handsy. I promise” Okoye couldn’t help the snort that slipped due to Attuma returning the phrases she often used against him.

Her heart ached for him, and she found herself tossing her dress somewhere unknown and climbing into the water with him. She settled in behind him and he sunk so that his head rested on her chest. The position was awkward given the setting, but she was just thankful she’d gotten a big enough tub where they could both fit comfortably. Especially since she discovered Attuma liked to be the little spoon when he was sick.

Cuddling was always high on his list of Okoye related favorites. He loved laying on her chest and letting her heart’s rhythm play in his ears. He also loved being engulfed by her scent, which never failed to quiet any anxieties he may have. She was essential in his healing as well as his general well-being.

Okoye pressed a few kisses to his head before she began massaging his scalp. They stayed like that until Attuma convinced her he was okay to lay in their bed. She made quick work of cleaning the bathroom and discarding her soaked undergarments. When she finally entered their bedroom she found him curled up with one of her pillows in the center of their bed asleep. She cut on the humidifiers and climbed into bed. Once she was comfortable behind him, she draped her arm across his waist and began rubbing large circles until she joined him in a deep slumber.

Attuma be like.

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