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trendywaifus · 7 months

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Relationship hc with Natasha or himeko? (Sfw/nsfw)

— ahh to be in a relationship with mommy himeko. honestly, i def do believe himeko’s old fashioned. romantic and traditional asl.

— himeko’s waking you up with kisses, running a hand down your arm as she whispers “ good morning, beloved. “ when your eyes flutter open, her loving smile comes into view, you almost thought she was an angel. in the mornings, she stays in bed with you to discuss more about the plans for the day and loves to listen to you about how your dreams (if you have em). basically pillow talk! she’s huge on that. as himeko talks, she’s fiddling with your fingers, particularly your ring finger if you’re aren’t too drowsy to notice.

— breakfast in bed babbyyy. it’s not every morning she does this, it’s more on the occasion. she prefers you and her eat with the astral family. but let talk about how she makes the meanest pancakes, they’re so fluffy and soft, it practically melts on your tongue. the eggs are slightly burnt but it’s good nonetheless. then. .there’s the coffee. himeko likes to experiment with her coffee and for some reason, she thinks it’s okay for you to be her test dummy. sometimes it’s okay, perfect, and downright. . .bitter. “ wh-why is it spicy?? it-it’s like it’s so bitter that it’s spicy! “ you coughed harshly, pushing the cup back into her hands. she laughs sheepishly, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. “ i was in a silly mood this morning, sorry love! “ “ well, next time please let dan heng taste it! “

— himeko’s into pda and like i said before, she’s a confident woman! much like kafka, she’s not afraid to express her love and concern for you in public. when she’s at your side, her hand is on your lower back, rubbing circles on it occasionally to provide you some sort of comfort/stability. if himeko’s not kissing your lips, she’s kissing your cheeks and jaw. when she’s gotta go somewhere rq to do or get something, she’s placing a quick peck on your cheek then leaves. if y’all are hugging and your jawline is more exposed to her, she’s kissing on that too—usually to entice you or maybe you’re just tall!

— when you’re away with the nameless trio, best believe himeko’s texting you throughout the experience, making sure you’re okay. she’s knows trailblazing with the trio is always a hell of an experience. if you have the free time, himeko expects you to video call her, she misses seeing your pretty/handsome face. ):

— himeko takes it upon herself to fix your outfit malfunctions. whether it’ll be smoothing out your wrinkled skirt, buttoning up your collar shirt, fixing your tie, or anything like that, she’ll gladly offer her service to you. its like a mother getting their kid ready for their first day of school lmao. she knows your capable, she just doesn’t want you to be embarrassed.

“ there, beloved. “ himeko pats your cheeks after adjusting your sleeve correctly. “ you’re always acting as if you’re my mother. “ you chuckled, taking her wrist gingerly and guide it to your lips to kiss it. her smile grew wider, shy even. “ that’s something i can’t help. i’m a lover girl (march totally called her that) after all. “

nsfw

— himeko’s a service top, i mean look at her. she rather focus on your pleasure first; she’s a sweetheart.

— very big on foreplay. she wanna make sure you’re comfortable as much as she can. himeko def doesn’t mind taking it slow at all. if you just want to touch and kiss her without going further, she’s happy with that. but most of the time, it’s gets intimate. i mean, himeko treats you like an angel, her touch is sensual and delicate and her kisses are passionate and languid. you end up wanting more from her because she’s addicting.

— her strap game is top tier. her plastic cock repeatedly filling you up to the brim after having numerous orgasms will take your soul away. seriously, after she’s done with you, you’re pretty much put to sleep. the only reason why you were able to stay up for so long because she loves to encourage and praise you to keep taking the strap ever so lovingly. “ you’re doing so well sweetie, I know you’re tired but just one more for me, okay? “

— himeko’s head game is also top tier. one of the best out of the female cast. you know she experienced experienced when she’s sucking on your clit while knuckles deep inside your pussy. when she curls her fingers against a particular spongy spot—you’re squirting not a sec after. she loves to alternate, like, playing with your clit with her thumb and dragging her tongue against your warm walls before retracting away to tease your folds and entrance.

— if you have a cock, your tip is already pushing against the back of himeko’s throat, her tongue tracing along a prominent vein. each time her mouth sinks back down on your dick, she’s stopping right at your pelvis before moving back up to do it again. if you want to move her your hips and hold on to the back of her head, do it. in fact, gather her hair back into a ponytail for her so it doesn’t get in the way.

#himeko x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail women x reader #hsr himeko #honkai star rail smut

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chazzielynx · 2 months

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I'm entirely normal about Hozier dropping an acoustic version of 'Be', totally normal, so I'm assigning Hozier songs to redacted characters.

(characters in this post: Sam, Ivan, Geordi, Marcus, Damien, David, Elliott, Porter, Guy, Brachium, Hush)

Note: this has been done so many times before, I am aware. I'm not adding sth new to this discourse, lol, just my probably flawed opinions. (Also not a complete list, I just shuffled my Hozier playlist and started assigning lol, might do more parts)

Sam - Be (Acoustic Version) (I know Francesca is an obvious choice here but "Be as you've always been" in that specific soft tone? That's Sam. Telling Darlin that he doesn't intend to change them. Just wants to be with them. Whatever that may look like)

Ivan - Arsonist's lullaby (specifically if we think about Vega enhancing tendencies that are already there (I'm generalising here), then lines like "don't you ever tame your demons, always keep em on a leash" are very interesting to compare that to)

Marcus - unknown (HEAR ME OUT, I hate that he's on this list too, but this is Asset talking to Marcus: "If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of me". but also the "it's the being unknown" is Marcus to Asset about being lonely)

Geordi - Shrike (more specifically this song is Cutie. A song about not loving your partner right and being ready to when it's already too late....yeah. "ah but I'm singing like a bird about it now"... I miss geordi fluff content)

David - Nobody (This grrr sass wolf was not ready for the absolute chef's kiss that is Angel. "I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint, I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave" HELLO?!)

Damien - Jackboot Jump (god I love this song. Obviously Damien has more to him than just wanting to dismantle the system but this song is so him. "So you know good things are happening when the Jackboot needs to jump" our sassy social warrior <3)

Elliott - Talk (again, Sunlight seems the obvious choice here but this song is about Orpheus and Eurydice. Elliott tried and is trying everything to get Sunshine back. "The dreadful need in the devotee" And he'd look back.)

Porter - First Time (we don't know much yet about him and Treasure but this man is hooked, he just doesn't know it yet. I feel like he fits the 'i don't like my name but when you say it it sounds nice' vibe from the first few lines)

Guy - To Noise Making (he is that partner that absolutely drinks his partner's smile up. He encourages them to have fun and don't care about how they look while doing it. "Honey the look of it was as sweet as the sound" AHH)

Hush - De Selby Part 2 (he is learning more and more about humans and the earth, so confused about his own powers and his purpose and feelings. "I'd block the sun if you want it done" + "I wanna fade away with you" yes yes yes)

Brachium - First Light ("could this be how every day begins" this man is getting his memories back and I feel like this song describes what he was feeling when he saw Sunshine's life through the bond)

Anyway,

Amen, Forest Father.

#can you tell i have a problem #hozier on the brain #amen forest father #redactedaudio #redacted asmr #redacted #redacted audio #redactedverse

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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POPPY! phone sex with modern eddie 🥺

discord video call late at night, maybe 3-4 am. he always misses you this time of night, thinking about snuggling his cock up against your warm ass and his arms wrapped around your rib cage and he’s just holding you close, trying to make you feel safe.

but you can’t do that tonight :( so you’re resorting to sitting in front of your pc, pulling your pants off and rubbing your clit over his favorite panties while you’re wearing his shirt. and him? whew. he is palming himself in a pair of those pajama pants we wanna see him in so badly, he has his head thrown back blowing out smoke from the blunt in his other hand, moving his head back to watch you, “take em off baby.” you can hear the neediness in his voice. he’s missing your body so badly, all he wants right now is to stuff you full of his cock and breaded you over and over until your legs feel like they’re gonna fall off. you stand up and turn around so your ass is in the camera completely, you can hear him lightly moan at the sight. you bend over slowly and pull them down, then put your hands next to your pussy to pull back so he can see how badly your pretty little hole is needing him, “holy fuck baby”

all eddie ever does is play guitar and think about how he can make you feel good over and over again. he likes to make you cum atleast one more time than the last time you guys had sex, he’s slowly trying to make you into his little fuck machine and you’re completely here for it. you decide to pull out your cute pink little diamond butt plug and lube it up so he can watch you slowly stick it in your ass while bent over your chair, “ahh- fuck. that’s my good girl” and he’s always so proud of you too 🥺🥺🥺 so in love with his dumb little baby’s holes. you sit back down and play with your clit while letting him watch, and he can see your tight little princess cunt trying to grasp around nothing and it’s so :(( you don’t even really notice, all you know is that you’re moaning so loud and hoping you don’t wake your parents, throwing your head back and rolling your eyes, and you’re both reaching your climax soon.

after cum seeped down in between your asshole and onto your chair, your honey hole is fluttering and eddie is just mesmerized by how sexy your body is, he can’t believe he managed to get you to date him. he’s so in love with you and cannot wait to get his hands on you again

(this started off strong then i got tired… sorry i hope it isn’t as bad as i think it is)

no stop because the thought of bending over and holding your asscheeks apart for him so he can see your hole clench and flutter and pucker and you jusr hear the sound of his wet hand moving over his cock. the slick 'shluck, shluck, shluck' of his fist pumping himself hard that you're so familiar with even if you're turned around.

its just so degrading, keeping your hole open on display so your boyfriend can jerk off to it. you make it worse by clenching your hole, so it tightens and opens again and again and when you hear him moan a choked out "oh fuck, baby. love your fucking hole." you feel your cunt weep.

eddie says, "put a pillow under your cunt, want you to rub against it while you keep that ass open for me. wanna see you cum just from spreading your ass." his words are always so dirty, but you love it so much. you do as he says, adjusting the camera on your laptop so he can see, putting a pillow under your needy little pussy so you can hump against it as you reach back around to spread your cheeks.

"god, you're so dirty." he chokes, sounding like hes on the verge of tears with how turned on he is. the wet sound of his hand over his cock is faster and louder now, you think you can hear his balls slapping against his own thighs with how hard hes fucking his fist. just from the sight of your puckered rim and needy pussy. "dirty fuckin girl. I'm gonna fuck you so hard when i see you, gonna put my tongue so deep in your hole, baby- ugh, fuck im gonna cum. oh fuck-"

#ask #eddie spaghetti #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader

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moocheesee · 20 days

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Bucchigiri?! x Reader

Some silly hcs when you're his s/o

Part Two w Outa and Matakara<3

Reader is GN!

Shindo

✓ I actually imagine you were a freshman at the school when you met Shindo ✓ you only knew him from afar since back then he liked to keep to himself, always shy and quiet around everyone ✓ things changed when you joined Minato Kai ✓ you were training with the other members when Ken came around with a new member ✓ you instantly recognized Shindo ✓ making your move on getting to know him you two spend a lot of time together (you constantly pestered him) ✓ he slowly opened up to you and you helped him woth becoming stronger as well ✓ when the incident happened where he got banned from Minato Kai you two lost contact even though you tried to find him again ✓ a while later Shindo showed up before you one day, completely changed ✓ explained his plans to you bc you still have a special place in his heart ✓ you tried to warn Ken but it was already too late when the fight started ✓ after the fight (and Shindo getting his ahh handed to him) he surprisingly stuck around you ✓ but not in a nice way, that mf was everywhere you went (or you swore it was a curse and you were the one constantly running into him) ✓ you knew everything that was happening with Senya and Ichiya because Shindo doesn't keep his voice down while ranting about them every chance he gets ✓ from then on you two were a duo (unintentionally)

Arajin

✓ plssss the only way you'd (hopefully) ever fall for this guy is when you knew him before ✓ like you were chilling with Matakara and Arajin everyday when you were kids ✓ watched them train to become Honki people omg ✓ but that day young Matakara got beat up by this group of kids you weren't around because of a family emergency ✓ you only ever heard Matakaras side of story of why he suddendly moved without saying goodbyes ✓ you two missed him everyday from them on but you had quiet a lot on your hands with rebel Matakara anyways (can't blame ya) ✓ when Arajin moved back and joined your school you were actually ecstatic ✓ you finally had your childhood crush Back after all ✓ Arajins eyes lit up for a bit and you could see a blush on his cheeks when he saw you for the first time when you went to greet him ✓ his happiness quickly dropped tho and he was acting cold towards you, kinda like he's hella uncomfy in your presence (Zabu wanted to beat shrimps ahh everytime he saw you sad bc Arajin ignored you again ✓ and this is how it went ✓ with you (and Matakara) trying to talk to him but he blocked you both out help ✓ you never thought you'd actually be jealous of Mahoro out of all people srs ✓ "I need to find my darling husband. I'm so worried about him." "Honestly, what do you see in that guy?" "He makes me laugh." -Y'alls energy ✓ anyways, i believe you two come together after the whole ideal with Matakara and Ichiya is done. ✓ you were the first one there to hug him&taking care of him and the way he finally seemed to care about you and Matakara made you happy ✓ you have the old Arajin finally back ✓ he still tried to ask Mahoro out w the stone and she rejected (obv) you swooped in and offered him to go on a date. ✓ with no guilt haunting him he was able to see you as you and man was SMITTEN ✓ have fun with a sweaty and awkward diarrhea bomb crushing on you ✓ tbh prepare for him to stare and be interested in other women too (if you can't beat em join em and now you both look at women you find pretty but You're much more smooth with it) ✓ will gift you your personal carved stone with yours and his initials <3 ✓ wear his shirts plsssss he loves it sm ✓ he can COOK and this WELL! Definetly would spoil you with food ✓ he hates fighting but still will protect you (as much as he could) ✓ pls hit him when he tries those cringy romantic shit on you ✓ oh also his momma would absolutely ADORE YOU

KOMAO

✓ HES MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ✓such a sweetheart omg ✓ BUT he'll tease the shit outta you if you give him the opportunity ✓ he's so clingy and touchy so expect him to randomly hug you or hold onto you ✓ PIGGY BACK RIDES!!! Both ways! Prefers if you carry him and he'll compliment you sm💞 ✓ prolly has really funny pet names for you too ✓ he straight up asked you out a few days after meeting you ✓ is not above pestering you until you say yes anyways ✓ absolutely loves it when you hold his face in your hands ✓ greeting him every morning means running towards each other and him spinning you (or you him, it can go both ways) ✓ lots of holding hands and hugging to the point Zabu groans loudly out of

#bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri #arajin tomoshibi

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lillylvjy · 1 year

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helloo! id just like to say that ur fics are really good ^^ i also have a request! could you maybe do a part two of this fic? thank you :D

Ahh yes!!! I loved writing that fic so much and I’m happy people liked Em in it too! Sadly none of Em this time but… maybe part 3??? One more thing, this is more ranboo x reader (platonic) than Wilbur x reader and I apologize for that! Again maybe a part 3. Also thank you so much and I’m so sorry that this is so late 😭I hope you enjoy!!

(Reader is female in this)

Warning: maybe a swear word??? Wilbur and reader being idiots in love, ranboo being themselves. (Please tell me if I missed anything!)

“Oh god. I don’t know what to wear! RAN?!” You yelled as you dug through your closet.

“Yeah what’s up?!” Ranboo yells back to you as they mindlessly scrolls through Twitter.

“Can you please come here real quick?” You asked your brother as you peaked your head through the door to look at them. To say the least you looked like a mess. Your hair was everywhere, you were still in your pajamas, and you looked like you just ran a marathon.

“What have you been doing?!” Ranboo asked you as they got up and followed you to your room. Your room was usually neat and organized, but now it was messy and looked like a tornado came in and ruined the neatness. Which was very uncommon for you.

“I’ve been trying to find a outfit to wear for the past hour and I don’t think I do. Oh no! I’m going to have to cancel the date! And he’s going to think it’s because I don’t like him and it’s going to rui-“

“Y/n! Calm down. I’ll help you. Your not canceling this date, considering I had to listen to Wilbur talk about it all day yesterday. And plus, I am a fashion icon after all.” Ranboo smirked at you as they walked towards your closet.

Ever since the day Wilbur asked ranboo about asking you on a date, Wilbur’s been stuck on it. So finally about a week ago, he finally got the courage to ask you while you were hanging out with him in the studio.

Wilbur was playing a snippet of the song they were working on for you on his guitar. As he played, you just sat there, listening, admiring him as he got lost in the music. He looked angelic.

“So? What do you think?” Wilbur’s question knocked you out of your thoughts. As he looked up, he saw you smiling softly at him as you continued to just admire him. Wilbur’s cheeks flushed red as he smiled back at you.

‘Screw it.’ He thought as he got up and walked over to you.

“Hey. I have a quick question. Would you maybe want to go out with me? For dinner? Just like… is two?” Wilbur asked, his voice shaky and nervous. Afraid of the possible rejection that may follow.

“Like- like a date?” You asked while looking at him with the biggest smile ever.

Wilbur looked at you, surprised you knew what he was after, and nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah like a date!” Wilbur finished the sentence with a big lopsided grin on his face.

You laughed at the look on his face and lifted your hand to his face. You ran your hands through his hair, and brought them down to gently cup his face. “Of course. I would love to go on a date with you.” You smiled at him while rubbing his cheek bones. The slight stubble on his face tickling the palms of your hands.

“Oh thank god. If you said no, that… would be really embarrassing.” Wilbur laughed awkwardly as your giggled at his words.

“How could I say no to such a handsome person?” You asked him in a slightly whispery tone. Wilbur’s face flushed red and leaned forward to hide his face in your neck. As you laughed at him, you both heard other sets of laughs in the room.

As you both looked towards the door, you both saw Ash and James with food in their hands, smirking. “I see we interrupted something. Did Wilbur finally grow some balls and ask you on a date?” James asked you as he came in and set the food down on the table.

“Yeah. We are.” You said smiling at the two friends.

“Thank god! I can finally go a day without him talking and asking us about you.” James teased.

“James I swear to god, I will fuck you.” Wilbur said to james as he sat down next to you and got your food.

After that day, all you could think about was finding the perfect outfit and the perfect place, since Wilbur said it was your pick. You chose a simple fancier restaurant that has a variety of food. But outfits for you, were always a struggle.

“Ok! Wait! I have it! This is going to be great!” Ranboo yelled as their head was deep in your closet. They came out with these maroon colored pants and a cream colored button shirt. “Ok so this with…. Some docs? Maybe converse? It depends on the jewelry!” Once they said that they ran to your bathroom and pulled out some gold jewelry. “Ok put all that on and I’ll decide the shoes once your ready.” Ranboo left your room and closed the door behind them.

As you put all of the items on and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked good. Like, really good.

‘Damn you Ran and your sense of fashion.’ You thought as you went into their room and cleared your throat to get their attention.

“So? What do we think?” You asked them as you posed and did a little twirl.

“You look so good Y/n! I knew it’d look good on you! Ok now, shoes.” Ranboo got up and went back to room, straight to the closet. “Ok I’m thinking docs. They will pull the look together and make you look smart and beautiful. Just like always.” They said as you smiled at them and pushed their shoulder.

“Yeah yeah! Stop being all nice! Thank you boo. Truly. I owe you one!” You said as you gave them a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll take you up on that! And it’s not a problem. I always liked picking out your clothes.” They said right before there was a knock on your apartment door.

“Shit! He’s here! How do I look?” You asked him as you fixed your hair and jewelry.

“You look amazing. Now stop worrying and go out and have fun with him. You both deserve it.” Ranboo said while grabbing your shoulders, turning you around and pushing your towards the door.

“Ok! Ok! I’m going.” You laughed as you grabbed your wallet. You grabbed your coat and slipped it on as Ranboo opened the door and created Will.

“Hey Wilbur. How are ya’?” Ranboo asked as you stood next to them.

“Hey, yeah um, I’m good! How are you?” He asked them as he looked at you with a smile.

“Oh I’m just dandy!” They said as you sighed and groaned.

“I forgot my keys! I’ll be right back, and don’t say anything stupid!” You pointed your finger at Ranboo as you started to walk away from the pair.

“Ok, let’s get this straight. You take her to dinner, have fun, no funny business, bring her right back home and call it an amazing date. Ok?” Ranboo whispered to Wilbur as you walked back to the pair.

“Ranboo don’t worry. She’s in good hands, and that’s a promise.” Wilbur said to your brother as he took your hand in his and smiled down at you. “you look amazing my love” He said as he looked at you and your outfit

“Why thank you! Thanks to this genius of a person who has a better taste in fashion than I do.” You said, pointing at Ranboo who just smirked and waved your words off.

“You look beautiful no matter what you wear.” Wilbur flirted with you as you flushed red and smiled at the ground. All the while this was happening, Ranboo was just staring at you two with the most annoyed face known to man.

“Ok! We get it! You two are in love! Now go! Have fun!” Ranboo ushered you both out the door.

“You ready?” Wilbur asked you as you both stood at the top of the staircase that led to the apartment.

“Yes I am.” You smiled back up at him and started to walk down to the sidewalk. Your apartment was fairly close to the restaurant so you both decided to take a nice little walk.

“Remember! No funny business! And be home by 11!” Ranboo yelled at you two as you both laughed at his words.

“Ok mom!” You yelled back at your brother as you and Will turned the corner out of sight.

“Yeah. That’s right. I’m mom now!” Ranboo said with pride as they shut the front door to the apartment.

taglist: @deadphantomsociety @aimi-chann @jadeissues @art3m1s-adelia @romancingdaffodils @hop-scotchh @z0vamp (if I missed anyone or you want to be added, please tell me and I’ll gladly add you.)

#lilly writes #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #dsmp wilbur #wilbur mcyt #x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x y/n #lilly’s ask

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maximwtf · 5 months

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Hi there! first off, I LOVE your fics so much! Secondly, I’d like to request for Stede since I agree, there is a lack of fics for him!! I love the way you’ve written for him so far. Feel free to ignore this if you don’t feel like writing it for whatever reason, of course 💟

Though, perhaps I could request a Stede x reader where the reader sees Black Pete and Lucius’ romance blossom and they think it’s the most endearing thing ever but it also makes them a bit nervous because they have feelings toward someone in the crew (Stede) and they don’t know the first thing about how to express it. Stede noticed the reader is down one day and they accidentally spill their dilemma but they leave Stede’s name out. So then Stede is giving the reader courting lessons pretty much and then after the lessons have “concluded” and Stede’s like “okay now go get ‘em!” pretty much, the reader stands there and is basically repeating back everything they learned to him. He’s not taking the hint so he’s like yes that was wonderful practice, now go and tell the lucky person all of this! And the reader is like well…it’s you. And confessions both ends ensue blah blah💕again if you don’t feel inclined to write this, no worries! Wasn’t sure if you are taking romantic requests for him. But maybe even if you aren’t this plot could still apply just minus the part where the reader uses it on Stede, where he gives the reader courting lessons still and it’s all cute and fluffy?

Stede Bonnet x Reader

Words: 3130

Google docs pages: 5

Warnings: None? Reader is bad with emotions, they don’t know what to do with love. Is the author's inability to write non-tragic romance also a warning? Nah but fr it’s the best fluff I can offer!

Opening: You watch Pete and Lucius’ relationship blossom, becoming jealous of it. Stede notices you being down more often and tries to help, when you end up telling him of a crush you have. He offers to teach you ways to confess, though he doesn’t seem to realise who this crush truly is.

AN// Reader can be any gender ! Thank you for this request, ahh. I don’t usually get excited over fluff, but if it’s for Stede I’m here for it. I hope this came out good !^^ I’m still learning to write for him, this being only the second fic I've made for him wahh

“Go get em’ !”

There were no other words to describe how you felt when you saw Pete and Lucius be able to embrace their love, other than jealousy and melancholy. How they could so openly tell each other that they loved one another, how they could spend time together freely and knew how to tell the other how they felt. If you would have been able to do that, you wouldn’t even be in this position. This feeling wasn’t even you wishing anything bad for them, only wishing that you could have something that they had, with the person you fancied.

But that person walked on deck, having no clue of your silent feelings and admiration. And if you didn’t soon find it in you to somehow tell him, you feared you’d miss your chance eventually. Hell, he was an attractive man and surely there’d come another if you sat at the sidelines and did nothing. But what could you do?

Your whole life, you hadn’t been the emotional kind. Showing any feelings that would show vulnerability was almost automatically forbidden for you. Far before you’d even heard of the Gentleman pirate had you been like this. A rough life at the sea hadn’t been kind, and even if it was more so now, you lived in the olden days. And most of the time when it turned out to be a fault in the new crew, you looked at Izzy and excused yourself. He was similar, so why should you try to change? Being the way you’d always been was comforting in a way, and learning a new set of behaviours sounded exhausting. Having to open up more, and be able to tell someone you cared for that you loved them felt impossible because of that. What if you came off as rude? Or even worse, if they didn’t even feel the same. Especially on a ship where you had to meet the same people every day, having to face the person who rejected you felt horrifying. And you couldn’t possibly keep avoiding this person, he was your captain after all.

Stede Bonnet. The former rich landowner, who had abandoned his previous life in exchange for a pirate’s. An idea that you thought you would possibly never truly understand the reason for. From growing up on a pirate ship, to being a permanent member of his crew, you had no idea why one would like to become a pirate. Almost every day was a fight to win, but this man somehow stayed positive and had taught his crew manners you’d never seen on a ship. You had thought you would never be able to fit in, but so you did. Because he had welcomed you with open arms, like he had known you his whole life. He didn’t care about what you’d done, who you had been or where you’d come from. He cared about who you were now. A truly admirable person in your eyes.

Not to mention, you had an eye for nice fabrics and clothes. You’d never been able to afford them, nor were they practical in the action you had to take part in daily, but did they look nice. And he wore them well, all the ones he’d brought with him on the ship. All the nice colours, shapes and textures were a sight for a sore eye. You didn’t know if he’d ever noticed you checking out his outfits, but you hoped not. What would he even think? If he didn’t know why you were staring, you assumed he would think you were just creepy. Another reason why you didn’t want to confess to him.

But did all of this make your chest ache, long for something that you were almost positive you couldn’t reach. The thoughts started making you distance yourself when the time gave you the possibility. You’d spent time at the bow of the ship, or all the way up in the crowsnest. Places where you could be alone for a moment, to try and convince yourself that eventually you’d tell him.

But during all of this, you failed to notice that your absence hadn’t gone unnoticed, as much as you had hoped that would have been the case. Stede noticed soon after, starting to note that you seemed awfully upset. He had planned to ask you about it, but never could. He almost started blaming himself, if he had done something wrong to scare you off? Perhaps you wanted to leave the crew all together for a yet unknown reason? He knew if that was the case that he would never be able to stop you, but he could always try. Which had originally been the reason why he’d come looking for you. And if you were going to leave, he wanted to say his goodbyes, as much as it pained him to even think of that possibility.

Once more, you leaned to the railing of the ship, watching the vessel make its way forward. Sometimes you wondered if this feeling was all your fault. You were the one basking in melancholy instead of changing. Yet, these thoughts never had enough power to make you actually quit these habits.

The sound of someone coming towards from the hallway near you brought you back from your thoughts. To your horror and pleasure, it was Stede. He noticed your quick turn towards him, giving you a gentle smile before fully emerging through the small door frame, placing himself on the other side. Though, that smile faded rather quickly as he seemed to remember the reason why he’d come to find you. “Ah, I almost ran out of options as to where you could have been!” He said, a slight chuckle in his tone as he unintentionally tried to ease the rather tense atmosphere. You gave him a shrug, keeping your eyes keenly on the water, watching it swirl and hit the ship in waves. “See, I came to ask you how you’ve been feeling? You seem like you’re keeping something bottled up?” He continued to speak, guessing you had nothing to say to his first comment. Though, this one froze you. What could have you said? That he was the reason why you’d been upset this whole time? Blame Lucius and Pete for all of this? Or were you upset because of yourself. “Homesick, you know how it is.” You lied, trying to joke off the question. But your attempt had gone down the drain, only making Stede furrow his brows in concern. He knew you were lying, knowing you viewed the ship as your home. “Please, it’s not good to continue like this. Better to talk it out.” He insisted, making you bite your inner lip in return. Like you were holding back something you feared you might slip on accident.

Yet, that helped as much as rowing a boat without oars. “I fear the person I care for doesn't feel the same.” You sighed, ashamed of admitting to your feelings. Your gaze was tilted faintly upwards, eyes watching the water, too scared to look at Stede. A gentle hum came from his side. “Then why don’t you go ask?” The advice sounding like he was relieved it hadn’t been anything worse than that. But to you, this was as worse as it was ever going to get. Being stuck with feelings you didn’t know how to express. But even that feeling, the frustration was hard to show to him. Having to keep him in the shadow from how you felt. You shook your head, lowering your gaze. “I don’t know how.” A defeated sigh leaving you as your shoulder slumped down. If you were to guess, an empathic expression had appeared on Stede’s face. He stayed silent for a moment, before placing a hand on your shoulder. You almost pulled away, startled by the sudden touch. Yet there was something so comforting about it that it didn’t take you long to ease into it. “If you want to, I could offer you a few tips on confessing in the proper way?” The captain suggested, voice gentle as ever. He spoke with confidence, knowing that he could possibly help you. And you knew that, but that hadn’t been the reason for your reply. “Oh, I would appreciate that.” Even if he couldn’t help you, you could finally spend time with just him, as he talked to you about the subject of love, having no clue that he was that subject for you.

And after that conversation, you collected all of the courage in you as you prepared for the first meeting of the few you would continue to have with him. And with a deep breath, you pushed the door open that led to his quarters, finding the man himself seated on one of the couches. He got up to greet you, starting the ‘lesson’ soon after.

You sat in front of him, listening as he talked. “You didn’t tell me more about this person. What kind of confession would fit them? If it is a pirate, I’m not so sure a fancy confession is the thing you need.” He laughed the comment off faintly, a hint of doubt in his voice. “N-no! I’m sure- they’d love it.” You answered rather abruptly, thinking he might be rethinking this offer. “Well then…A confession is often considered a private matter. So you would find a place such as that to confess in. You would usually think the wording of the confession beforehand, polite and respectful.” The man started, his eyes looking up as he thought of how these tips could be used on a ship. As he paused speaking his thoughts out loud, he turned to you, as if waiting for you to have questions. But you didn’t, you looked at him keenly, waiting for him to continue. “Well- You could ask them out to eat before confessing. But I’m not so sure you could do that here, I’m afraid.” He said, tilting his head a little at the shame of that. “Thoughtful gestures are an alternative, perhaps a small gift or a letter?” He added after, clearly deep in thought as he tried to come up with something that was doable on a ship. “I’m not so gifted with my hands.” You muttered, thinking of the possibility of giving him a gift. After all, he was describing the way he had been taught to confess, so you wanted to follow those tips he gave you. “You don’t have to be, a confession on its own is good enough.” He smiled, shaking his head slightly.

You turned to look at your feet, silent as you thought of what he’d said. Though, the moment didn’t last long as Stede spoke up again. “How about we practise the tips I gave the next time we meet?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. You turned to look at him, blinking your eyes a couple of times. “On who?” He couldn't have possibly been suggesting that you-, “on me, if that is alright with you.” He said, a friendly smile on his face, per usual. You blinked again, faster this time. “I- Of course.” You nodded, internally stunned by the suggestion, having to shake your head slightly to bring you back into the moment. You would have to learn how to keep your cool, this was practically the same thing you’d have to say to him when you actually told him.

After that, he gave you a couple more tips, explaining the almost laughable mannerisms he had been taught or that he had read of. It amused you to watch him make fun of the things he had been taught into, giving you the slightest of ideas why he had chosen the life you’d had to live for most of your life. By the sound of it, you would have most likely done the same.

You went to the next meeting with him, this time more relaxed. He stood in the middle of his quarters. By the way he was breathing he must have just moved some of the furniture out of the way. “Evening.” You greeted him, looking around as you walked in. “Ah, just in time.” Stede smiled, nodding his head as a greeting when you came closer. “I thought tonight we’d try the advice in action, what do you say?” He asked after his initial comment, seeing as you hadn’t said anything. “Oh, of course. Yes. How do I start?” You asked, looking around as if exploring the cabin, a desperate attempt to hide sight of you being flustered. A light laugh left Stede before he replied. “If it’s okay, I thought I’d show an example first.” Your gaze snapped to him, soon after looking at your feet again to not seem odd. “Ah, of course.” You nodded, taking a small step back to give the man space.

Stede cleared his throat, taking something from the table near him and stepping towards you. “A private place.” He hinted at the space the two of you were in before going forward with the example. He brought his hand towards you, handing you a nicely folded piece of paper. You took it with a slightly shaky hand, trying to keep in mind that he was only giving you an example, having no idea of how you truly felt.

You weren’t sure what to say so you automatically opened the paper, eyes scanning over the words on it. You didn’t have to read often, so the skill hadn’t developed much, but if you read slowly enough you understood what the short letter said. A few compliments, subtly hinting at his yet hidden ‘feelings’. You looked up at him, lowering the letter. “I- Thank you?” You stuttered out, an awkward look appearing on your face as you realised how rusty it sounded in a situation like this. Stede only gave you a polite smile before offering you a hand. “Please, allow me to fetch us a place to sit.” He said, leading you to one of the couches. He allowed you to sit down first, taking a seat only after. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything to offer you. But let us use imagination.” The man in front of you explained, you gave him a nod while folding the piece of paper into your pocket. “When do you confess?” You asked, turning your gaze on him. “Well, we’d eat and maybe after or a little later you’d pull them aside to tell them.” He said, standing up and leading you to the middle of the room yet again.

You stood in front of him, listening as he spoke. “Dear, I hope you’ve had a pleasant evening. But before it ends, I wished to tell you my admiration for you. Because I do fancy you.” He spoke calmly, knowing exactly what to say. You bit your inner lip, nodding after. “Alright.” Stede put his hands together, pleased with how it was going so far. “Do you want to give it a try?” He asked, tilting his head. You blinked a couple of times, nodding your head before even giving it a proper thought. “Okay, whenever you’re ready.” He said, giving you space. You took a deep breath, deciding that this was going to be it. You’d confess to him, and somehow manage to make him realise that you were being serious.

You walked up to him, taking a moment before pulling the same letter he’d given you out of your pocket, handing it to him. He looked a little surprised, but still accepted the offer and looked over the letter quickly, as if he didn’t know what was in it. “Ah, thank you. Go on.” He smiled, looking back up. “It’s only the truth. I wished to show you how much I admire you, because I have had my eye on you. Stede, I fancy you.” You said, adding his name in as a desperate way to try and make this more obvious. But instead, he put his hands together, seemingly excited. “Ah, that’ll do it, almost swooned even me. I think you’re ready, go get em’!” He nodded firmly after, nothing but kindness in his eyes. Yet the longer you looked at him the more it seemed like he wasn’t so happy about what he’d just said. Like he hadn’t wanted to say it at all. You bit your inner lip for a moment, having to insist on making him understand. “I admire you, have for a long time.” You said, almost repeating yourself. Stede furrowed his brows, smiling at you a little awkwardly, now more confused than anything. “Wonderful practice. Now, go and get this lucky person!” He encouraged you. “Stede I’m-” You took a breath, not even sure what to say anymore. He hadn’t taught you what to do if the person you’re confessing to is the person teaching you how to confess.

By this point the man in front of you seemed worried, offering a hand out to you. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. You looked at the floor before taking a hold of his wrist, gently. Your eyes looked into his, desperate to make him understand even if you couldn’t show it properly with words or small subtle actions. “I fancy you, Stede.” You said, and as soon as he was opening his mouth again, you quickly added in, “it’s you.” This made him close his mouth for a moment, soon a softer look appearing on his face. “I love you.” You mumbled out to avoid any tense silence from forming. “Dear, did you go through all this trouble to confess to me?” He smiled, seemingly relieved yet he said nothing of it. You gave him a slow nod, afraid this was only the starting point of him rejecting you. “Because I was afraid I was losing you from the moment you started disappearing to this moment right now.” He added, gently pulling you towards himself to offer a hug, which you accepted.

He felt warm, somehow he managed to also smell better than any other pirate you’d been close to. “I assumed you were leaving the crew and later realised I must have missed my opportunity with you.” He said, pulling back slightly, still close to you. You humoured the thought of him somehow sensing you didn’t want to go far from him at that moment. “You thought I was going to leave?” You asked, furrowing your brows, slightly amused. Though, you understood why he had thought that. He didn’t answer, only giving you a faint eye roll before placing a hand to the side of your neck, his thumb pushing your chin up slightly, making you look up at him. “I fancy you too.” He said, that being the only thing you’d ever wished to hear him say.

AN// Yall TRUST I proof read this, but with the mindset of someone who hasn’t slept. Also why is Stede so hard to find good images of, bros making a face in like 99% of all images >:(

#stede bonnet #stede bonnet x reader #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd x reader #our flag means death x reader #x reader #fanfic

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SLIDES SHADES ON, KICKS DOOR DOWN AND FALL ONTO YOUR FLOOR, GUESS WHOS BACKKK!;!!;

🌕💗!!!!

BUT AHHHHHFHDH LATIN DOTTORE STILL MAKJNG ME LOSE MY SHIT

and so many of the other posts that i was binginf just now too oh em GEEEEEEE, specifically fragile/coma reader comjng back to sumeru and all that AHHFHEHHHH

ANF ALSO I CANT BELIEVE U REMEMBERED ABT MT EXAMS AND STUFF 😭💗 i got my results recently!! A* EEEKFK back on the grind tho unfortunately

also rlly rlly thinking bout dottore randomly giving fragile reader academic/research-y things to do cus he knows they crave and miss the days where they could get on wit their stuff YKKK??

also omg sometimes i’m scared to like send any kind of brainrot in cus what if someone else has said a similar thing AND AHHDHH

but yea also thinkjng bout tutor zandik + akademiya reader MNNNFFNF

ALSO ZANDIK X POET READER i feel like zandik from like the akademiya days wojld be all poetry’s stupid 🫤 but like one day findinf readers lil poetry notebook whilst tryna find his own research in their dorm and flipping through and finding it littered with references to cerulean blue locks and vermillion irises..and maybe just maybe, poetry isn’t so bad after all

smooches i’ve missed bombarding ur inbox

SMOOCHESSSS :( <33333

🌕 ANONNNN AHHH IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you've been doing well, congrats on your exams!! I'm glad your hard work paid off, such a scholar 😍 But you better not overwork yourself that hard again! ALSO. DON'T BE AFRAID TO SEND ANYTHING IN!! I LOVE!! hearing what you have to say okay?? Ily 🌕 anon!! PLEASE BOMBARD MY INBOX. I LOVE IT.

HAHAHA it seems like a ton of Dottore brainrot has been infiltrating your brain huh 😅 Dottie speaking Latin really revolutionized ours brains hngg bUT WAIT I LOVE YOUR IDEA. THAT'S SO CUTE. Oh my gosh newdndow how do I phrase this. He knows you still have a love of knowledge and other things you used to be so into :( But nowadays it's died down since you don't think you're cut out for that stuff anymore, even though you miss it. Dottore being the one who respects and acknowledges your intelligence the most would not let you think that way! He'll let you indulge in as much knowledge as you want to. It's far better here anyway, with no restrictions. He'll even let you sit on his lap while you flip through his notes and try to analyze them. Okay and bear with me, this sounds strange but he would make up fake scenarios/brain teasers for you, and these would be PAGES long and you'd have to figure out the answer and report back to him 😭

Also made me think of this angsty af scenario of the day you officially got kicked out from the Akademiya... The sages and profs were so unsympathetic with your condition despite multiple proofs and notes of it being real... no matter how much you begged and sobbed, they refused to accommodate you and revoked your position in the school. Yes, it could be absolutely freaking brutal in there with the workload of assignments and all, on top of your illness too, but you still had dreams. Dreams that you were working so, so hard to pursue... you were trying your best, why couldn't they work with you? You go back to your room to try and pack since they want you out but your stuff just ends up strewn on the floor while you cry. When Zandik comes back you don't even bother hiding your tears or the reason behind them. You can see he's absolutely furious and about to let pure foulness leave his mouth but you interrupt him with a few simple words - "Zandik, just hold me, please." You don't want to hear any words at this moment, because you know nothing will be alright, but at least his touch grounds whatever is left of you to this world.

Okay moving on... Nah I need tutor Zandik. If he saw my dumb ahh while doing math... gone 😭 HEHE I love this trope... i can imagine initially being very serious about trying to learn. But then their tutor is this cutie? Welp, all of that going down the drain. Though, I think it would be pretty sweet if reader ends up learning anyway. Because the professor's way of teaching is so outdated or simply doesn't work for you but somehow when Zandik explains it you're like ?? oh! That's so much simpler! Another possibility - reader purposely flunking so they can get assigned to Zandik for tutoring 🤭 Bro would be flabbergasted that you're wasting both his and your time... because you thought he was... c-cute? Disgusting.

YEAAAA I ADORE DOT AND POET READER I THINK IT'S SOOO ROMANTIC 😭❤️ lmao yea that man would think poetry/non-academic writing is sooo boring like why would you even waste your time on that 😒 You gave up LONG ago trying to convince him why you love it so much but all of a sudden he becomes a teensy more receptive to it... i wonder why? Totally not because he freaking read every single one of your poems, from the serious to silly ones, most definitely not because he found one named after him with a bunch of sweet references... he doesn't care but they were not that bad... he guesses.

#smooches talks #🌕 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #in my head i call you “moonie anon” 😭😭❤️#AHHHHWDEDE U INSPIRED SO MUCH BRAINROT ILYYYY #ur dottore brainrots r always so good i love them

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Runaway - Chapter Thirteen.

Oh! We reached 30 notes yesterday and I’ve left you waiting on the update! I’m so sorry guys, but it’s here now :D I hope you enjoy it! As always, thanks for your engagement, I’m so thrilled that you all love it as much as you do.

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 2,230

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Damn, I’m so glad your parking garage is underground!”

Hannah was simply glad he and their baby had arrived there in one piece, with the force of the storm that had rolled in. It had been expected, Manny even setting out earlier than planned in order to miss it, but been hit by it halfway to Hannah’s apartment, the rain absolutely torrential. If he hadn’t been turning his vehicle onto her street by the time it really began to pelt down, he would have pulled over and waited it out, it was so bad.

“I gotta say it, HB. You’re looking sharp as hell, mamas,” he complimented, noting that it was the first time he’d seen her in such attire. She wore a pair of dark grey pants that flared slightly, a white bodysuit and a pair of fancy looking, silver heels.

“Why thank you,” she began, her smile a little shy. “This is the first time I’ve had to get dressed up all business smart since giving birth. I’m just glad the bodysuit holds my mommy belly in!”

Lifting Lola from her car seat as Hannah reached for her, he gave her another quick tour with his eyes, frowning. “What mommy belly? I swear, that’s the exact same figure as you had before you got pregnant.”

“See?” she gestured with a sweep of her hand before receiving the baby into her arms. “Power of the bodysuit! Believe me, once I take it off, it’ll flop right back out!”

Manny rolled his eyes. “Mommy’s crazy, ain’t she bubs?” Lola gurgled right on cue. “See? The kid agrees.”

Hannah laughed softly through her nose, carrying her into the kitchen, Manny seating himself down at the breakfast bar. “So, you wanna wait it out with us for a while until it passes?”

Turning to look through the huge lounge windows, seeing the way the trees across the other side of the street were swaying, he thought that was likely best. Just then, the whole apartment lit up, a huge clap of thunder booming, Lola’s eyes widening. She only laughed and wriggled, though.

“Ahhh, just like daddy, aren’t you, tiny mamas,” he spoke, watching the curiosity his daughter viewed the storm with. “You love a good storm.”

“Coffee?” Hannah asked.

“Please,” he spoke, reaching for Lola across the counter so she could free her hands. “So, why the fancy threads today, then? Business meeting?”

“Something like that,” she confirmed, sticking a pod into the coffee machine. “I had a round of interviews earlier, as I’m looking for two more bookkeepers to come and work for me. My client list is now beginning to extend beyond my capabilities to do everything myself, so they’ll be working from home for now until I manage to find a small office space to rent. I might wait on that, though. I mean, if covid taught us anything then it’s that if it isn’t imperative to have an onsite location for your staff, then you get to save a lot of money. I dunno. What do you think?”

He straightened a little, his mouth upturning, pleasantly surprised to be asked his opinion. “I think you’re right. Digital technology and communications mean that you can easily run things via Zoom meetings and all that, client meetings can be done elsewhere, too, take ‘em for lunch or something, that’s a nice touch. I dunno, guess you’d only need an actual office if your business grows to the kind of size where it’d be detrimental somehow to have your staff all scattered around.”

“Yeah, yeah, that is a good idea. I like that. Thanks,” she smiled, handing him his coffee. “So, what’s new with you?”

Ahh, adult conversation. Easy back and forth. No screaming. He’d missed it.

Also, she’d asked about him. Carmen never bothered, only throwing wedding questions at him of late, it seemed. “Yeah, same old, really. Gramps wants me to head back home for a few days next week, got a new colt he’s having issues with he wants me to go get thrown around on. Apparently, my bones don’t break as easily.”

Hannah laughed, pouring herself a glass of wine. “Well, he is seventy-one. His days breaking in the crazy youngsters are likely behind him now.”

“Oh, but it’s alright for my ass to get up there and run the risk of snapped bones, huh?”

“You’re a cowboy who turned outlaw. If that isn’t one of the toughest breeds of man you can get, I don’t know what is,” she complimented, sipping her wine, her heart melting when Lola yawned, her head thudding against her daddy’s chest, grasping the soft flannel of his dark blue and green shirt. “I think someone needs her milk and bedtime a little early.”

“I’ll sort her out. She had a bath earlier because she got covered in paint. We went to see Willow and Lily for a little play date and let them do hand and footprint paintings. The fucking mess they got into, shit! They weren’t dry by the time we left, but I’ll bring yours over when I have it. The kids had a blast, it was awesome. Lily got actual canvases, so they look all fancy and stuff,” he explained, Hannah beaming. He was truly taking to fatherhood like a duck to water. “You go put your feet up.”

Doing just that, Hannah sighed softly, thinking to herself how lucky she was as she sat down on the couch, the dark green velvet moulding around her in a plush hug. Sipping her glass of claret, she felt content, until the feeling of nostalgia began to rise, taking another sip in an attempt to keep it abated.

Every time she saw Manny, and more pertinently, how brilliant he was with their baby, she felt something inside her ache a little. The way they’d sparked, how easy it had been between them back when they’d first met still very much in existence, too. Chemistry never really died, though, she was beginning to learn. The reality of it hit her every time, though, the fact he was engaged, even though at present, she didn’t know how happily. The last time they’d had a conversation about it, he hadn’t sounded like he was particularly content in his relationship.

Once Lola was dressed for bed and fed, they put her down, Hannah playing the soothing ambient music that Manny had discovered worked a charm in settling her to sleep, creeping out of her room again and going to sit back down in the lounge.

“Hungry?” she asked. “I’d call for a pizza, but I’m not having some poor delivery guy battle through that just to bring me dinner.”

“I’m okay, Lily made me a sandwich the size of my damned head, but you go ahead.”

“Alright, I’ll go put out a plate of stuff I can pick at, and then if you want anything it’s there.” She went first to change, coming back out in a pair of simple, light grey sweats and a black vest top, heading to the fridge and rummaging around. She returned after a few minutes with a huge sharing plate, full of cold meats, olives, tomatoes, fresh bread, cheeses, carrot batons, mini cucumbers and various dips. She’d just got it down on the table when her entire apartment was plunged into darkness.

“Damn, it’s been a while since we’ve had one so bad, the fucking power got knocked out,” Manny commented, rooting in his pocket for the petrol lighter he knew he had in there, flicking it to lit and moving the flame to light the wicks on one of Hannah’s gigantic coffee table candles. She looked through the basket she kept her wax melts and burner oils in, pulling out a lighter from there and going around the apartment, lighting all the other candles that lay dotted around.

Just as she sat down, his cell began to ring, Manny answering it with a slight look of discomfort. “Hey darlin’, what’s up?” there was a pause, Hannah being able to hear the demanded question of ‘where in the hell are you?’ before a pile more shouted words followed. “I’m still at Hannah’s, I didn’t think it was a good idea to drive back in this weather, even less now the power has been knocked out. Ain’t even any streetlights on here in town, it’s rough out there.”

The presence of her wine glass in front of her face obscured her wincing at the tirade he could hear him receiving, Manny rolling his eyes as Carmen gave him hell. She felt for him, having to sit there and defend a perfectly reasonable decision given the weather circumstances, to a woman who was being the very antithesis of that.

“It isn’t even that bad out there!” she overheard, Manny’s eyes widening.

“Carmen, it’s fucking biblical out there, baby!” he exclaimed, just as a huge bolt of lightning cracked the sky, the boom making Hannah jump. Immediately, he placed a reassuring hand to her ankle. He was being yelled at, yet he still noticed her little moment of unease.

On and on Carmen continued, cutting him off when he went to speak, Manny becoming exasperated with her overreaction to something that to anyone else, was perfectly reasonable.

“Why you gotta be there with her? Why don’t you want to come home to me?”

His jaw tightened. “Because there’s a horrific storm out there, Carmen, and it was bad enough driving in it once. Would you be going this crazy if I was at the clubhouse to wait it out, or with Angel and Lily? You’re being unreasonable, please see that. I’ll come home when I can. Bye.”

“Yikes.” Raising her eyebrows, she offered her wine glass forward, Manny taking it. She snorted softly with laughter when he drained it in one gulp.

“You got more of that?”

She jerked her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Another two bottles.”

“Can I stick a straw in one?”

She laughed further as he got up, leaving her glass on the table and returning with a bottle and a second glass, filling them both. “I ain’t much of a wine guy, but this stuff is pretty good, and shit, I need it. Mind if I crash on your couch? Even if this storm passes, I ain’t in the mood to go back to all of that.” He took a sip, his hunched shoulders finally sagging a little, the tension beginning to dissipate. “She’s a fucking embarrassment sometimes. Sorry you had to hear all of that. I know you did. My girl isn’t quiet in any sense of the damned word.”

Hannah couldn’t bite her tongue in time to prevent the assessment that slipped out. “She sounds quite insecure, to rather you risk your safety driving back through a storm than to wait it out here with me. Something tells me that if you were still at Lily’s place, she wouldn’t take in issue with it, like you mentioned. It seems to be driven by me specifically.”

“Well, she might as she’s intimidated by Lily, but you’re right, it’s a you thing.” He looked conflicted for a second, weighing up whether to reveal it all. “She hasn’t come out in as many words and said it, but she’s hella jealous of you. I think that’s understandable enough, though. You’re the kind of woman others could easily feel threatened by.”

Hannah hadn’t actually met Carmen, his fiancée being absent whenever she’d dropped Lola round to their house, but she’d seen pictures of her within the home. She looked like a model, so with that in mind, she wondered why the hell she’d see her as a threat. That confusion showed on her face, too, Manny continuing.

“I mean, come on. You live here, downtown, expensive apartment, you’ve got a good career, you’re knockout gorgeous, and you’re the mother of my child.”

At hearing him refer to her as knockout gorgeous, her heart fluttered a little. Carmen could have only seen her in the pictures he’d shown her of Lola back when he first met her, too, when Hannah had thought she’d been looking pretty rough around the edges, frayed by the duress of being a new, single mom.

“But she’s the one you’re marrying,” she reasoned, sipping her wine.

He let out a long breath, turning to her. “Not if she continues like this, I won’t be. It ain’t the stuff about you, although I would actually like for you guys to get along, but if she keeps on refusing to acknowledge Lola then I just can’t do it. I can’t marry somebody who won’t make even the tiniest room in her life for my daughter. I don’t want it to come to that, I love her, but fuck, HB. She’s gotta give me a little consideration here.”

He paused, turning to her, reaching to gently slap her knee. “Why can’t she be more like you? Reasonable, understanding, emotionally mature? It’s easy with you. It’s just getting harder with her.”

It was easy with him, too. Far too easy. Far too natural. Far too tempting, as her eyes flitted to between his legs when he slumped down a little further, his thighs falling wider apart, the bulge of the most perfect cock she’d ever seen filling out the dark denim entirely too well.

Oh lord.

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dingochef · 10 months

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Summary: Jake takes you on a horse ride where you get to him in his natural element, he learns more about your life before him, and you take a few different rides.

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Chapter 8

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Chapter 9: Ride 'em

"My god, Jake, this is beautiful," you gush as you crest the hill on the back of Reba, a coppery Chestnut mare. Jake pulls up alongside you on Dolly, a blonde palomino, and his horse of many years.

"Isn't it?" he practically beams as you take in the stunning landscape. Verdant green rolling hills, a pond off in the distance, and a charmingly crooked stream are laid out before you along with too many cows to count.

Jake clicks at Dolly and she starts walking again and Reba follows.

"This is home, I didn't realize how much I missed it till I was in flight school in Florida," Jake says.

"Where in Florida?" you ask.

"Pensacola."

"Ahh, so the exact opposite side of the state from where I lived, Cocoa Beach by Cape Canaveral." You continue,

"It's Florida, which has its moments, at least our apartment was a block from the beach so it was easy to get to the water."

Jake looks over at you, slightly apprehensive,

"That's where you lived with Liam, right?"

It's not something you've talked about a lot with Jake, or really anyone in your life. You remind yourself that it's okay to open up, and that this is Jake, your amazing, caring, and loving Jake.

"Yeah, we had a little two bedroom place with a nice balcony that you could see the ocean from."

"Sounds nice, so how long were you and Liam together?"

The rustling of the long grass and steady muted clip clops of the horses provides a soothing soundtrack to your conversation.

"About 3 years, probably should have been less," you pause, looking off into the distance away from Jake.

"I definitely ignored some red flags."

"Like what?"

"Like he felt insecure he 'only' had a master's degree. He'd bring it up during arguments, like really stupid stuff, he'd say, "Excuse me, Ms. PhD, you know everything about everything."

Jake chuckles,

"That's the nerdiest insecurity I've ever heard of. I know you're loads smarter than I am, and I am okay with that."

You snort,

"In one thing, having an engineering degree just proves you're stubborn and good with math."

He laughs and continues with a question,

"What else did you ignore about Liam?"

Jake is in an inquisitive mood, or more likely trying to learn more about this part of your life that doesn't see the light of day often. He's not the type to pry, which you appreciate. You've talked about working for SpaceX, but not really your relationship with Liam.

"He was always jealous of other guys. The fact is being a female engineer most of your friends end up being dudes. I had a friend from Notre Dame visiting the area so I went and had a drink with him. Liam couldn't join us for some reason and when I got home he was all pissy about it. Letting comments drop about moving on to other guys, that kind of bullshit."

You keep going,

"Probably the one I was in denial most was just how I felt about the relationship. I always got the image in my head of me leaning way out with my hand outstretched reaching for him and him pulling me down. I did everything to make him happy, convincing myself that I could be happy if he was happy. I learned what utter bullshit that was, luckily before we got married."

"So what image comes to mind when you think of our relationship?" he asks, sounding more curious than unsure.

The first image that comes to mind is of Jake boosting you up to climb over a wall and you leaning down to help pull him up. You're reassured by how quickly your subconscious supplied this comforting image.

"You know how you boost someone up to climb over a wall?"

He nods.

"I see you boosting me up to climb over the wall and then me reaching down to help you up."

He's quiet for a long time and finally says, his voice a little soft,

"So a team?"

You really want to reach over and take his hand, but you're not secure in your minutes old riding skills at this point.

"Yeah, a team of equals. People who make each other better together, not by tearing down one person."

He doesn't reply but maneuvers Dolly parallel Reba and leans out to kiss you, a quick sweeping caress of your jawline. He rights himself after a few seconds and clears his throat,

"Yeah, the wine. We should get going."

The rest of the ride over to the Manton's is filled with companionable silence and the sounds of the landscape and horses.

You arrive at a dirt road and Jake opens a gate to let you and the horses through.

"The Manton's is just this way," Jake says as he points down the road. It takes about 10 minutes of riding to reach another gorgeous ranch house. To the side there is an older style barn that has a large sign with "Manton's Winery" in gold letters on the side. Jake directs you to the literal hitching post and water trough at the end of striped out parking spots. He only raises an eyebrow when you go to say something, you decide to let it pass. He helps you down off Reba and leads you in the barn.

An older woman is at a wooden counter surrounded by wine bottles. She turns and looks at you and Jake, recognition sets in as she practically screeches,

"Jakey Seresin! Is that you little Jakey Seresin all grown up?

She runs around the corner and hugs Jake so hard you hear the breath get squeezed out of him.

When he recovers some air,

he answers,

"Yes, Mrs. Manton. It's me Lieutenant Jake Seresin, decorated naval aviator here live in your winery."

She lets out a slight grunt of discontent,

"See you still have the unwavering sense of confidence."

You bite your cheek to not laugh at the look on Jake's face, just as he about to reply Mrs. Manton turns towards you,

"And who's this beauty, Jakey?"

"Mrs. Manton this is my my amazingly smart and wonderful girlfriend Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD."

You look over at Jake and roll your eyes a little at his choice of title.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Dr. Matthews," Mrs. Manton pulls you into an equally crushing hug.

"Likewise, you can call me Elsa. Doctor makes me feel like I should be curing something," you squeak out missing the air that was previously in your lungs.

"Well, come on over and you guys can get a taste of each of the wines. When I ran into your Ma in town she mentioned she was going to send you over to get some wine. She also mentioned that I might get to meet the famed girlfriend."

She pours our three different whites and lets you know what each one is. Jake and you taste each one comparing and contrasting each one.

When you're finishing the last of a delightful Pinot Grigio Mrs. Manton launches into the questions she's probably been dying to ask the moment you walked in the door,

"So, Elsa, where you from? Sharon said you two met in California. You from there?"

You swallow your wine and answer,

"Nope, I'm from Michigan originally. I've lived in San Diego for about 4 years now."

She nods, somehow approving of your place of origin.

"That's good, always thought those California girls seemed a bit high on themselves. You Michigan folk are down to earth, hardy, good at surviving winter and things like that."

You struggle to find a response, but luckily she launches into more questions topping off your wines as she goes.

Next she pours out the flight of reds from driest to sweetest and lets you have a go at them. You make a mental note to grab the Cabernet and the Pinot for dinner.

"What do you do out there?"

You finish the Merlot and answer,

"I'm an aerospace engineer with Lockheed Martin."

She nods again and looks at Jake. When you turn to him he has that lovey dovey look that you see often.

"Oh deary, I think you could be from Mars and sell sweaters for fleas and Jakey here wouldn't love you less," she points to him, "That is a man in love for sure."

You nearly snort the rest of your wine at the intense Southern display you have just witnessed.

The lovey dovey look on Jake's face fades over to mild embarrassment.

"Well, it's been nice catching up, as always, but we best be getting a few bottles and getting back home to help with dinner," he says.

You select a few bottles and pay for them. As you walk out to the horses, you realize just how much wine Mrs. Manton poured for you and that you may be the slightest bit tipsy.

Jake helps you up and onto the saddle before easily mounting his horse. The way his easy grace and strength is on display in that action reignites the ember inside you and you feel a wave of lust and want roll over you. His thighs on display in the worn jeans makes you want to jump him even more.

Jake takes the lead with Dolly and Reba obediently follows with little input from you.

A random thought pops through your mind and out your mouth before you really consider it,

"Can you get a DUI on a horse?"

Jake turns and laughs as he realizes the wine must have hit you a little harder than it did him,

"Are you drunk, El?"

You giggle,

"Not drunk, just tipsy. Mrs. Manton kept filling my glass. It would have been rude not to keep drinking, Jakey."

He snorts,

"That is a luxury you cannot afford, pipsqueak. As much as you don't like to think it, you are a lightweight."

"Am not," you pout. Jake has turned Dolly around and is next to you and Reba holding out his arms.

"Come here, you can ride with me and Reba will follow. I don't want you to fall," he says, pulling over to sit in front of him. The care and concern shows on his face and you feel a little guilty.

"Sorry," you squeak as Jake grabs the reins and wraps his arms around you.

"Don't be, I'm sure Mrs. Manton was just trying to get at your deepest darkest secrets for her personal amusement. It's really a hobby of hers."

"She's good at it, I bet. Thanks for getting us out of there before we confessed to murder or something."

You let yourself sink into Jake's chest a little more, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of his chin hooked over your shoulder.

Soon you're stopping at the little pond you saw on the trip out. Jake helps you slide down and makes sure you're planted firmly in the ground before he lets you go. He follows and pulls a blanket out of the saddlebags on Dolly. He quickly ties up the horses to a tree nearby and grasps your hand to walk down to the water. There is a giant willow tree half overhanging the water; Jake parts the boughs and leads you into the protected space created by the massive tree limbs.

He rolls out the blanket and sits down motioning for you to sit next to him. You do, kicking off your shoes in an effort to get comfy.

"Thought you could use a little time to sober up, or take a nap," he pulls your small hands in his much larger ones,

"And I wanted to show you this place. It's where I would go as a kid just to think about things, you know trying to figure out life."

"I bet you brought girls out here to make out," you tease.

He laughs,

"You're the first person I've ever brought out here, El. Plus I never had that much game, just one steady girlfriend in high school who didn't like the outdoors that much."

You pull one of your hands free to cup Jake's cheek, your thumb rubbing on his cheekbone lightly,

"Thank you for bringing me here. It's beautiful here, and I'm honored you're sharing this with me."

He pulls you into his lap for a kiss, your head bumping against his hat, knocking it a little askew. You move around from the sideways position you were in to sit astride Jake's divine thighs. Your hands sliding up to the back of his neck and under his shirt.

The kiss deepens as Jake's tongue probes your mouth and his hands find their way to your ass.

He squeezes just shy of too hard, earning a deep moan from you. When you finally break the kiss to come up for air, you take advantage of Jake's distraction and grab his hat, firmly setting it on your head.

It is comically big on your head so it pitches up, the brim almost vertical.

Jake lays back, arms bent behind his head, and smirk firmly in place,

"I do recall explaining the rule, you going to make good on that promise, darling?"

You grind your hips down against him, frustrated by the denim between you two.

"I keep my promises, cowboy," you pant out.

You slither down his legs to work open his belt buckle and belt. Next you unzip his pants and tug down his underwear enough to pull his semi hard cock out. The opportunity for you to suck his cock presents itself and you indulge leaning down to pull him into your mouth. The feeling of his length swelling to its full size in your mouth makes you let out a heady moan. Physical proof of how much you turn on Jake spurs your own arousal and you feel the wetness build between your legs. You let yourself enjoy having Jake in your mouth for a few minutes more before you pull back. He whines in protest till you stand up and shimmy down your jeans and underwear. As you pull off your shirt and bra Jake tenderly caresses your legs watching you with heavy desire in his eyes. Clothing removed, except for the cowboy hat you kneel down again over Jake's legs.

Jake slides his hands along your thighs as you rub your wet folds along his length.

"Fuck, El. You're soaked, need to be in you," he grunts, his hands grasping hard at your hips. You angle your pelvis in just the right angle and he slides in easily.

You savor the initial stretch as you sink down on him all the way to the hilt. The feeling of being truly full makes you let out a noise between a whimper and moan.

"Oh God, Jake, feels so good every time. My pussy was made for you," you pant out as you start a slow rhythm with your hips up and down, enjoying the slide almost out and all the way back deep in you on every beat.

Jake's hands wander up higher and engulf your breasts, thumbs tracing the nipples, the rough calluses dragging across the delicate skin.

"El, you look so fucking good up there riding my dick in my hat," Jake rasps, his hips coming up to meet yours on each thrust. The additional pressure is hitting spots deep inside you ratcheting up the coil deep in your belly.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm so close," you plead, mind starting to scramble with how good you feel with Jake inside you at this spot under the willow tree, how intimate the moment is even if you're outside.

Jake responds to your begging, licking his thumb and applying pressure to your clit in the form of tight circles. He speeds up his pace of fucking up into and pants,

"Gonna come for me, baby? Gonna show me how much you like my cock by treating it real nice and coming on it? Let me feel how tight you can get."

The dirty talk has pushed you off the cliff with great force and you come hard around Jake. Nearly collapsing on his chest as you clench around his cock with each wave of pleasure. The intensity doesn't let up and neither does Jake's thumb.

"Think I can get another one out of you, El? Can you be a good girl and come again?" he rasps out. The hand not on your clit slaps hard at your ass. The pain ricocheting through you in a delicious way.

"More, Jake, please. So, so close," you whine out, you are still riding the high of your first orgasm as the second one barrels down on you.

"Wait for me, almost there, El," he pants out, hips pistoning up into you, his movements with his hips lift your knees off the ground pushing him deeper inside than ever before. Another slap rings out in the air, and the wave of pain pleasure hits you and you fall apart again, chest heaving and your ears ringing with the intensity.

All you can say is mostly gibberish of "feels good," and swearing, your brain having fucked off to another dimension.

Jake's hips go up and down a few more times until a strangled grunt escapes his throat and he comes, his whole body curling on itself. He lazily thrusts up into you a few more times stretching out his bliss. Finally he collapses, body lax, his face relaxed and eyes closed.

You lean down and rest your head on his chest, you stay joined for a few minutes as you catch your breath.

A deep laugh rumbles from his chest, he lifts his head up to meet your eyes, they're filled with mischief and affection,

"Look at you, El. Riding all sorts of things today, like a proper cowgirl."

A giggle escapes from your mouth and you scoot up his torso to give him a kiss.

Jake and you piece yourselves back together and exit the little bubble under the willow tree.

As you walk over to where the horses are tied up, Jake says,

"Probably need to get back to help with all the Thanksgiving prep."

You nod and Jake helps you get up on Reba, your tipsiness gone.

Jake leads the way back and you follow him, just like you'd follow him anywhere.

Chapter 10

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Okay, I saw your screencap redraw, and as someone else who's *obsessed* with Carmen's parents, I had to take you up on that offer. So, consider this ask license to infodump your thoughts on them! :)

AGH ok so-

Carmen's parents have a LOT of potential narrative-wise, and I really hope one day we'll see more of them in canon. (Maybe comics like the showrunner talked about before?)

Like how in the world did they meet??? Cause idk i feel like Carlotta disappeared way too easily to have just been a civilian. I think she was a thief too, not VILE, she only steals when she needs to, for one reason or another.

this is getting long oops- under the cut!

I think they happened to be going after the same thing, at the same time, and hoo boy do they not get along lol. Turns out Carlotta (telling Dexter her name is Vera Cruz. He does not believe her) had agreed to steal the whatever-it-is in exchange for an under-the-radar trip somewhere else.

They make a deal: Dexter gets her there, and he gets to keep the prize. Yay, roadtrip!

Cue rivals-to-friends-to-lovers speedrun lmao

Some time passes after that (during which they continue to see each other) and many months later they discover oops they made a Carmen

Dexter begins making his much longer trips away from VILE (wanting to support his partner with their unborn kid as much as he can) and starts the process of leaving. When Carmen is born, his trips away get longer and VILE finally catches wind of what's happening, and you know the rest.

AHH ok headcanons about each:

Dexter

definitely shares a lot of personality traits with Carmen. Even just from what we saw during Shadowsan's flashback, they are so so similar :( The two combined chaos energies probably would've driven Carlotta up a wall lmao

woulda been a fantastic girl dad. this man would have sat thru tea parties and played barbies with little Carmen and LOVED IT

dad jokes. that is all.

probably also a very high energy/troublemaking kid, like Carmen

Seriously I picture him and Carmen being super close if he'd survived.

idk i think it'd be funny that this master thief that is 1/5th of the leadership of a massive and ancient crime organization is an absolute dorky dad lmao

was gonna ask Carlotta to marry him after he escaped. but. well.. yk.

Was gonna pick Shadowsan to take his place on the faculty anyway

knows guitar, and probably would've taught carmen how to as well.

is it a universal dad thing to enjoy Jimmy Buffet music or is that just my dad??? Idk either way he vibes. Carlotta has a video of him softly strumming a guitar with baby Carmen in his lap and singing "Little Miss Magic" to her ;-;

also enjoys AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Guns n Roses, all that kinda stuff. Probably projecting my own dad a bit but oh well

As much as he'd hate he couldn't be there for Carmen when she was growing up, I think he'd be glad she at least had Shadowsan looking out for her :)

He would be so proud of everything Carmen has done and accomplished ;-;

Carlotta

its probably been said before, but Carlotta definitely started up the orphanage in Buenos Aires hoping Carmen would end up in it at some point.

Carmen inherited thief skills from both parents idc. Carlotta definitely gave Dexter a run for his money lol

looks a lot like carmen, but with green eyes instead of gray, and more brown hair than Carmen's red/auburn.

also the parent carmen got her freckles from (BC Carmen had em when she was little, and she spent a lot of time out in the sun!! I will die on the Carmen having faint freckles hill dangit!)

also bi. idk these two give bi4bi vibes.

more likely to get into a fistfight out of the two of them ("Carlotta, no!" "Carlotta YES" *cut to Dexter desperately trying to hold her back* "CARLOTTA PLEASE WE'RE TRYING NOT TO GET CAUGHT")

Upon reuniting with and getting to know Carmen, she's very much reminded of Dexter. She'd be all too happy to tell her stories of Dexter.

definitely also has a bit of a mischief streak too.

absolutely did NOT put up with Dexter's nonsense at first lol

was initially terrified of what Dexter would think when she told him they were gonna be parents, but was quickly reassured when the next time Dexter came back from VILE he had armloads of baby stuff from around the world.

Probably has a big extended family but after Dexter's death and Carmen disappears, she gets distant with them. After reuniting with Carmen though, accidentally runs into a family member with her and they're like "wait is that her?? She's alive??" and just like that Carmen has managed to acquire ANOTHER family lol.

Absolutely thrilled to learn Carmen wasn't alone all those years and immediately just adopts Zack, Ivy, and Player lol

Probably a little hesitant about Shadowsan at first, given that he was supposed to assassinate Dexter and did actually take her daughter to VILE, but eventually they're chill and he tells her stories of Black Sheep's antics. Meanwhile Carmen is in the background begging him not to lol.

I think once she got over her distrust of Shadowsan and got to know him, and sees how close he and Carmen are, she'd be glad that he was there for Carmen when Dexter couldn't be.

ARGHSH I have plans for them in many AUs lol. I'll get around to actually enacting em someday XD

#this was literally so much fun thank you for the ask!#also sorry it took so long I meant to finish this way sooner but got horrifyingly busy with school :(#fluffytheocelot #ask floof #carmen sandeigo 2019 #dexter wolfe #carlotta valdez #vera cruz

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