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randomstoryenjoyer · 9 months

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Hey I love your stories and your 'white lily's fall' gave me an idea for a request...for a story!

Imagine a witch (y/n) at first baked cookies to try to make a friend but as they kept running away...it gave y/n an idea! If they run away...why not make a track and make em race? So now y/n bakes them to either run a normal race or an obstacle course race to the window to escape amd y/n even put something under their window to cushion their fall so they wouldn't crumble and can simply run out to join the cookie world! Also the obstacles are harmless and not deadly like if they fail an obstacle, they just land on something soft and can walk over to some stairs or a ladder and try again! Ofcourse the finish line is the window!

Oh and whenever they race, y/n chooses one cookie to cheer on as they sit to the side, watching, and hopes that said cookie wins the race...again for entertainment! Maybe they even pretend to be a racing announcer as they race!

And imagine if other cookies found out...like, one possible idea is DE flying along, plotting against the witches when they suddenly hear hearing like: "AAAAAND RED ICING COOKIE MANAGED TO JUMP OVER THAT MASSIVE GAP! SO IMPRESSIVE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!" followed by y/n trying to impersonate a crowd cheering like crazy! So DE goes to investigate aaaaand finds Y/n racing cookies instead of eating them! Or maybe some other cookie like gingerbrave finds them! Just some ideas but can't wait to see what you come up with for this concept and curious what ideas you'll have lol!

Possible to add on, putting this possible add on here incase ya wanna add it: Y/n also keeps track of the races and the winners in a book and also timed it to see which cookie they've baked is the fastest and if a cookie read the book, they'll know that y/n raced cookies LOTS of times!

The Witch’s game

Rugelach Cookie’s breath hitched as they swerved left to right, their little legs scuttering as fast as they ever had before… he was so close to the end… all that was left was to…

”AAAAAND TRAGEDY STRIKES! RUGELACH COOKIE HAS FALLEN DOWN! HERE COMES COCONUT FLAKE COOKIE TO SNAG THE WIN!”

With the finish line crossed and window reached, Coconut Flake Cookie stood proud and delighted as he received the witch’s praise, eventually jumping out the window. Rugelach Cookie was left to get back up and head back to his place, however, if one looked closely, they could see that he was hiding a giddy smile…

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Due to being a witch, your life consisted mostly of isolation, except for the odd meeting with other fellow witches here and there. Thus, you came up with the idea of creating your own friends by baking cookies to give life to! It was an easy goal to achieve… if not for the fact that every cookie you baked always ran away and jumped out the window.

This kept going for multiple baking sessions, each one making you more annoyed when the results showed no sign of changing. Eventually though, it began to make sense to you. No matter their size or origins, living cookies were still as much as individuals as anybody else, little creatures with a desire to leave the nest and live a life of their own, instead of being stuck inside a witch’s kitchen with a giant being looming over them. It was just something you had to accept.

This led to a new idea develop: if they insisted on running, why not put them through a race? From then on, your lair became a small race arena. All you needed to set up was a long path that led to the window as the finish lane, and then fill it with many different types of (non-lethal) obstacles for each race. The first cookie to reach the window would have the prize of being able to jump out of it and live in the outside world! You didn’t actually know what the cookies did in the outside world, but it didn’t really bother you.

Between races, the cookies you baked would get their own resting village inside your lair, where they could all gather around and interact with one another, most conversations being about what laid outside the windows of your lair… what existed below the glimmering moon and stars they saw every night…

As for you, you decided to make the most out of your idea, sitting to the side during the races and choosing a specific cookie to cheer on, acting like a wild crowd. The first contestant cookies you baked were a bit confused at your odd actions, but eventually began to even enjoy them.

Oh, enjoy them they eventually did. It soon got to the point where the racing cookies would begin getting weirded out if you didn’t act like a crowd going wild over the contestants. Your cheers and howls of excitement directed at them soon became the main motivation for being willing to take part in the races, to the point that they sometimes even forgot what they even were originally racing for!

Slowly but surely, talks amongst the cookies every night in the resting village shifted from wonders about the outside world to gushing over the the witch in the audience seats, mostly led by the very first racing cookies that you had baked. More recently baked cookies were swift to join the talks about you, but it was the older ones who truly prided themselves knowing the most about the witch who baked them.

Many cookies soon began seeing the races in a different light: why would they want to go to the outside world when they had you and your praises in this cozy home? Surely staying with you wouldn’t be that bad as originally thought!

During these last few days, you’ve started noticing how… clumsy some of the cookies were during the race. A bit slow of slow running, a few of them missing a some.simple jumps, and taking extra long to get back to the racetrack once they failed an obstacle… and the numbers of the cookies doing it increased day by day. Despite the fact that it opened up a bigger chance for cheers and announcements from your audience stand, it still felt a bit suspiciously random.

If only you knew just how much your presence and cheers meant to your cookies at this point…

However, these didn’t end up being the only cookies that were aware of your races, as new ones would soon know about you…

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Dark Enchantress Cookie was busy scouting out the area with her cake witch carrying her as always, looking for more places to build her cake army in while the rest of the cookies of darkness were busy with her other demands, when she suddenly heard a loud cheer from not too far away.

Her instincts very much telling her that this voice she heard was a dreadful witch, she made her way to the source of the sound a fast as she possibly could, expecting to see what she had seen during the fateful night of the witches.

Instead, all she found was a witch… watching cookies run from one place to another?

She stood there, just watching the scene unfold. The excited look on the cookie’s faces, the enthusiasm of the witch, the complete lack of any cruelty of mischievousness on the witch’s voice and actions. It didn’t make any sense to her at all. Witches weren’t like this. They weren’t meant to be! She saw it all in the night of the witches!

She remained still for so long that her cake witch had began to stare at her with slight discomfort, wondering why its master had gone stiff for such a long time.

Dark Enchantress Cookie remained quiet within her mixed thoughts. Seeing cookies who weren’t baked with the intention to be eaten seemed to have rattled her mind a bit. After all, her view on the witch’s uses for cookies was the whole reason she had become who she was. But now, her initial plans for Earthbread seemed to have a small flaw in it. Unprepared for this extra factor in her equation

Leaving the area before she got any more hooked onto the ongoing scene, Dark Enchantress Cookie planned to order her subordinates to come visit in this place frequently… and to inform her all they find out about you specifically.

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With sightings of the cookies of darkness having been reported around this area, Gingerbrave had decided to come check this place out, trying to find out what the COD’s plans in this area were.

What he didn’t expect to run into however, was the lair of a witch! His mind already bringing him flashbacks of his very first living moments, he felt tempted to just run away instantly, and yet, something in his mind kept telling him to explore this new landmark. The vibe he got from this place was… unexpected, for lack of a better word.

Imagine his surprise when, instead of seeing the worst kind of cookie torture devices or other scariest stuff that he could think of, the first thing he saw was a small village full of many cookies who were all excitedly discussing something! He was too far to hear them properly, but judging from all the chatter, it was clear they were all discussing about the same thing.

Deciding to keep exploring, he’d carry on sneaking, now laying his eyes upon every nook and cranny of his surroundings, until he jumped in surprised at the sudden loud voice:

“GOOD MORNING, COMPETITORS! WHO’S READY FOR THE NEXT RACE?!”

Peeking out of cover, Gingerbrave’s eyes widened as he took in the view. Many of the cookies from the small resting village were all lining up to the race track, all cheering and looking up at the witch that had announced the start of the race.

Once it began, his eyes almost sparkled when he saw it all. All the cookies running, looking like they were having the time of their lives, and the loud cheers you were giving towards the racing cookies, it almost made him feel a bit sad and jealous that he wasn’t a part of it…

Too distracted by the ongoing event, Gingerbrave accidentally knocked into a book that fell down in front of him and opened. Curious by your handwriting on it, he skimmed a few pages and realised that this book recorded all the races you had ever had… you’ve been doing this for a long time! And he and the rest of his fellow cookies of Earthbread weren’t aware of you? The very first nice witch in probably forever?

Beginning to see this place in a new light, he began coming up with a plan to tell his friends about this new discovery… and possibly to sneak into your lair again and maybe try to disguise as your racer cookies too… all for the chance of getting to participate in on the fun, and receiving your wonderful cheers too…

Now you have two groups of cookies sneaking into your races, trying to blend themselves in as a part of the cookies you baked. They were all confident you wouldn’t notice the difference.

You did.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cr kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #gingerbrave #dark enchantress cookie #crk #crk x reader

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gotham-daydreams · 8 months

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Honestly (I know it’s typical yandere behavior) but instead of kidnapping, what if the batfam tries manipulating y/n into coming back to the manor? A lot of people forget that Bruce can be manipulative when he wants to be. Like each of them show up at Y/n’s usual hangouts, like they try to apologize but Y/n walks away and/or tells them off, “One apology isn’t going to erase the fact that you all neglected me!”

But each of them just pops in random places that Y/n happens to be to try to wear them down.

I'd say that jumping straight to some sort of kidnapping has become more common and typical of yanderes, honestly, which is part of the reason I'm putting it off- and also because of what you pointed out!

Some of the Batfam can be really manipulative and smart with their moves, and even more careful about what they say and how they say it to swing things in their favor. Bruce is also a very good example of this, as you've said! Though I'd also go as far as to say that Alfred can be as well but in a different way when compared to Bruce- and I feel like I've kind of shown that already.

Alfred from what I've shown does take a more hands off approach for the most part. Giving just enough of a nudge to get someone started (like Bruce), and or also conveniently place certain things that may or may not spark something, like what he does with Bruce, Jason, and Cass. Though he does also give a little more of a nudge at times as well, like what he does with Dick amd handing him the rest of the flyers for events that the reader wanted the Batfam to go too. And, well, we all see how that turned out.

As for Bruce, he'll simply insert himself into the reader's life as you've stated, and what can further his own manipulation is the family itself. Not to mention he has money, and even if it doesn't work on the reader, who's to say Bruce can't attach and pull a few strings on the people around them? I won't say much, but Bruce is definitely the type to where he controls the situation and environment itself, while Alfred does careful placements instead. Which both can be effective if they know their target well, and even if in this situation one does know the reader and their life better than the other, nothing says that little detail can't change.

What helps with how Bruce tends to be manipulative is that the reader has performances. Rather if their public of private, it doesn't matter because, again, Bruce has money. Lots of it. He could get in without even having to breathe.

Even if apologies don't cut it, there are always other ways to control certain things, and I keep pointing out how much money Bruce has- and honestly just a good portion of the Batfam because that could easily spell the end of it.

They could buy out the reader's apartment building. If they don't want to ruin the reader's career, they very well could easily ruin the lives of the people who dare to associate with them. They could cancel every performance or sell out each and every one just so that they could be the only ones that get to watch the reader perform.

Even without all of that! They could attend each and every performance or event that they know for a fact that the reader is going to, and basically force them into an interaction right then and there. They could even weaponize both their own popularity AND the reader's just to trap them, to overwhelm them, to keep them put so they can actually have a conversation- to keep them close.

There is lots that they could do, and even if the reader were to even gets ideas? What are they doing to do? What can they do? Run away? Leave before they're stripped of anything else or shown how vulnerable they really are without their family? Before they're further deluded into believing that one only people who'll ever see them, that'll ever hear them are the very people who start to show them how invisible they really were in the first place?

Best case scenario is that they manage to get away, but is that even possible? Who knows. Especially with someone as smart as Bruce Wayne on your ass.

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Even if an arguably 'calmer' route is taken, with the Bruce and the rest of the Batfam trying to lure in the reader willing but without driving to the point or near insanity or collapse. I still feel like in a way they'd feel... infectious?

Like, as you mentioned- they'd appear around where the reader is a LOT, and I'd imagine it could get to a point where it feels like every waking moment, at least one of them is around. They'd make small talk, not being too pushy and if anything being careful, as if almost trying to be considerate of the reader's feelings- and that's what makes it so frustrating.

They're almost being reasonable- at least Bruce is with his endless amounts of patience, almost holding up a calm and collected attitude. The reader knows where he gets it from, seeing as it heavily reminds them of Alfred, but even if they appreciated it from Alfred in the past, with Bruce maybe they just can't help but hate it a little. It makes it so hard to hate Bruce when he's being cooperative and listening to the reader's wishes, giving them space and time when they ask for it (even if it's by telling him off), and listening to their woes.

He's actually being present now, and it's dreadful.

Ah! But excuse my ramblings! I love talking about these kinds of things if you couldn't tell, and I'd rather stop now before I spoil any potential ideas I might use in the future!

Regardless, no matter the approach taken, they are very determined to bring the reader home! Though I feel as if why a particular detail I'm going to include in a semi-later part doesn't last as long as it does is because the Batfam feels the need to fix things right now. They don't want to wait- already feeling as if they've wasted enough time without the reader, and we'll see if that gets across or not when that comes around :]

#talking daydreams #platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #gn reader #sibling reader #yandere dc #platonic yandere

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sturniolos-blog · 3 months

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could u do smth like before they had kids (like their early marriage years) they got into a rlly bad fight cuz they both think that marriage is much amd isn’t for them (they even think to devorce) so they don’t talk a day or two but after that they’re somehow finding a way to make up (but like can you like rlly rlly angst i want to read blood sweat tears ahahahahha anyway i looove your stories they are the best!!!)

Do you still want me? - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - angst, arguing, swearing, sad but happy ending, mentions of a bad drinking habit, violence, Y/n going crazy

disclaimer: 3rd person POV, also i added Matt having a drinking problem to spice it up some more.

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9:20pm

“I don’t fucking know, Matt!” Y/n yells as her and her husband stand in the living room arguing with each other.

“You don’t know what, y/n? Huh!? You don’t know what!?” Matt yells back, his face red with anger.

“I don’t know if i can do this anymore!” Y/n tears up, taking a second to take a breath.

Matt lets out a huff, “God, what are you talking about, Y/n?!” He throws his hands up before he rubs his beard.

Y/n takes in a shaky breath, “T-the coming home late, the going out for hours at a time, the not telling me where you are and then calling me because you need a ride home. A-and it’s not even that you’re calling me that’s the problem it’s the being so drunk where you can barely walk that’s the problem, Matthew. When i met you, you were sober- a-and now i can barely find a time when you are sober, s-so am i the problem?” Y/n asks, her voice cracking.

Matt shakes his head, “No, of course not. I-i just- a lot has been going on with work. A-and the drinking..” Matt trails off, swallowing harshly. Matt picks at his nails as he shrugs, “I don’t know.. it’s not you though, baby. It’s not you.” He said, almost in a whisper.

Y/n nods. “I don’t know what to do anymore, all we do is argue now.” Y/n points out.

Matt scoffs, “All married couples arg-”

“Not like this!” Y/n yells, cutting him off. “Not like this, okay? So we need to fucking figure it out because I want you to be the man i raise children with but if you can’t handle being a husband then how in the hell would you handle being a father?” Y/n says, a tear running down her cheek as she sniffles.

Inside, Matt’s heart breaks, he feels it break, he feels it break at her words. She was right, and he knew that. Outside, he didn’t blink an eye, he looked at her, “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I won’t handle it, maybe i won’t handle anything anymore! I’m done, Y/n.” Matt says, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/n let’s out a soft sob, “Y-you don’t mean that, Matt. Look, please I just- i just want us to work through this like always-”

“No, Y/n. You’re right. I drink, i work, im not perfect enough for you.” Matt says, his face was serious, which confused Y/n.

“D-don’t blame this on me!” She yelled, motioning to herself, “I- i love you and I always have a-and i wouldn’t give up this easily but you clearly don’t care anymore. I-i mean do you-” Y/n pauses to take a breath, “D-do you still want me?” She stutters out, hot tears still streaming down her face.

Matt doesn’t say anything, looking down.

Y/n let’s out a heart broken sob, “I-i thought you loved me!” She cried, her hand going to clench her shirt, right where her heart was.

“I do..” Matt whispered, scratching his head and looking away.

Y/n shook her head, “You don’t a-and that’s fine n-now. I just- i thought i married the love of my life and the sweetest guy i’ve ever met but clearly that person isn’t here anymore.” Y/n sobbed.

Matt didn’t say anything once again, he sniffled, not making eye contact with her.

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want a divorce, and we’ll do it. As soon as possible.” Y/n says, taking a step closer to Matt.

Matt locked eyes with her for a second, “I want..” He stopped, “I want a-” He stopped again, choking on his own words, the words he knew he didn’t wanna say, but Matt was that stubborn.

Y/n let out a laugh, taking a step back, “You can’t. You can’t say i-”

“I want a divorce.” Matt said, making Y/n’s amused face drop.

Y/n scoffed, but nodded. She felt anger building up in her body, “Fine! You know what!? F-fuck this then!” Y/n looked around the living room, Matt watching with a confused look.

Y/n suddenly walked over to the coffee table, picking up the picture frame Matt and Y/n had taken on the beach right after they got engaged.

Matt’s eyes glanced from Y/n’s hand with the picture frame to her enraged face. “Wait, what are you-”

smash!

Y/n had threw the once glass picture frame on the floor, making it break and making chips of glass scatter.

“What the fuck?!” Matt yells out, taking a step towards Y/n.

Y/n let out a sob as she sniffled, looking down at the picture frame before her eyes lock on another frame on the wall, their first year anniversary of dating.

“Y/n, don’t.” Matt warned her, putting his hand out but that didn’t stop her, making her walk over and take it off the wall.

“You don’t want me anymore, Matt?” She scoffed.

“Baby, please-”

Smash!

Y/n let out another cry as her break down continued. Through their whole relationship, even before then Matt had thought he’d seen the absolute worst of her, but no, this was worse.

“Y/n, I do love you, please, stop.” Matt said, he was shocked, but he meant what he said.

Y/n looked at him and shook her head, her slowly making her way towards one in particular heart-shaped frame.

It was their wedding photo, the day they made their vows to each other. The day Y/n and Matt promised each other, to love each other through the good, and the bad.

“Y/n. Don’t fucking do it.” Matt said, almost wanting to grab her and pull her back.

Y/n cried as she took the frame off the wall, she stared down at it as seconds went by.

Matt waited, and waited, and waited some more for another sound of glass breaking.

But he didn’t.

No, all he heard was Y/n’s sobs and sniffles as she stared down at the photo, some tears making its way on the glass and running down to the point of the heart.

“Y-you said you loved me!” Y/n sobbed, slowly falling too her knees.

Matt ran over to her, taking her into his arms and holding her, taking the frame from her hands and placing it on the floor before she put her head in his chest.

“I’m s-so sorry, Matt. P-please don’t leave me, i can’t do it alone!” Y/n’s sobbed racked her whole body against Matt’s.

Matt had tears running down his own cheeks as his wife fell apart in his arms, “I-i don’t wanna l-leave you, Y/n. I’m not, i won’t.” He promised, holding her tightly.

Y/n’s sobs continued, her hands grasping onto Matt’s sweatshirt as her tears sank into the front of it, Matt feeling it on his chest.

Matt held her, his fingers slowly stroking her hair, this small gesture always calmed her down, the way it felt against her scalp, or how small and supposedly meaningless it is.

It always meant something to Y/n. Always.

As Matt’s fingers brushed through her hair, Y/n’s sobs slowly slowed down, and she slowly fell asleep.

Matt noticed this when she didn’t hear the racks of her sobs or the sniffles in between. He noticed this when her fingers that once had a grasp on his sweatshirt let go. And he also noticed this when he felt the tears stop.

He kissed her head, not knowing what to do as he looked around, looking at the glass that was shattered, the frames Y/n smashed.

He slowly lifted Y/n, picking his wife up and walking upstairs, walking into their shared bedroom, placing her small body on her side of the bed.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, and covering her with the quilt.

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9:34am

Y/n let’s out a soft sigh as she stretches, slowly waking up, feeling a comfortable mattress beneath her.

She rubs her eyes a sits up, not remembering how she got here as she looked around her and Matt’s room, taking note Matt wasn’t laying next to her.

A wave of remembrance came from last night, her heart panging as she remembered what Matt said to her, and what she did in response.

“Shit..” Y/n groaned, getting out of bed and slowly walking out of their room.

She then braces herself and walks downstairs, expecting to see the glass on the floor, and also not expecting to see Matt.

But wasn’t she surprised.

She made it to the bottom step and looked at the clean floor, no broken picture frames.

In fact, the picture frames were on the wall, just like they were before.

Was everything just a dream? God she hoped so.

Her thoughts got interrupted when Matt walks in the living room from the kitchen, smiling at Y/n.

“How do you feel, baby?” He asked her softly.

Y/n looked at him, pointing to the frames in the wall, “Did I-” She paused, not wanting to make herself sound crazy. “Did I uh- break those?” She asked, a confused look on her face as she did so.

“Yeah, you did. You remember last night, right?” Matt said, also a confused look coming on his face.

Y/n swallowed and nodded, “Yeah, i do, i just kinda thought it was all a dream.” She shrugged.

Matt shook his head, coming over and placing his hands on Y/n’s waist.

“It wasn’t a dream, no.” He said, his voice low but soft.

Y/n sighed, crossing her arms as Matt’s hands move to rub up and down them. “D-do you want to get a divorce?” Y/n asked cautiously.

Matt looks down for a second, “Of course not, and im sorry that i told you that. I just- i don’t know..” Matt shrugs. “But i do know…” He smiles, leaning closer to me, “I can’t live without you.”

Y/n nods, “Okay, so what next?”

Matt sighs, “I’ll stop drinking, i will not work so much, and i’ll work for this marriage. A-and when i get you pregnant in a couple years, i’ll be there for you and the baby, or babies..” Matt laughs.

Y/n groans, leaning forward. “God, i love you, Chris and Nick so much but i do not think I can do triplets.”

Matt leans down, kissing her softly. “You can do anything.”

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sorry i like starved you guys, i write like one or two words and then stop love you guys and thanks for the support

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fieldofdaisiies · 10 days

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@ruhnweek🖤 (warning, explicit content)

Ruhn Danaan knows one thing with absolute certainty:

You are definitely the most delicate and delicious thing he has ever had riding his face.

Your lush thighs cage in his head, trapping him in a place he calls paradise.

Your cunt, dripping with arousal and his saliva is the only thing he can focus on, and with every roll of your hips, his tongue drives deeper into you. A guttural groan leaves him, sensing vibrations right onto your core.

His lips close around the tight bud, amd he sucks gently. “Fuck, Ruhn!” Your wail, not one of pain but one of almost unbearable pleasure, reverberates through him, and he digs his fingertips into the soft flesh of your ass.

When your eyes open, your gaze heavy-lidded, you notice that the knuckles from the hand you are using for support have turned white from how tight you are fisting the knuckles.

Your other hand is wrapped around his length, moving your palm up and down, deliciously slowly.

You blow out a soft breath of warm air before leaning in even closer. The starborn prince‘s hips buck in response to the flick your tongue executes to the piercing at the crown of his cock. It’s so sensitive, but the best damn thing when he is pounding into you. It adds an extra kind of pleasure you can’t even put into words. His piercing, let it be the lip ring or his cock piercing, just feel so damn good; mostly because Ruhn just always knows exactly how to put them to good use.

Your body bends almost on its own accord when your lips fasten around his length, giving him one gentle, soft suck that makes his growl in approval.

“Baby,” you whisper around him, the sound muffled, and then take him deep, relaxing your throat.

A smack lands on your backside, his tongue flicking against your sensitive flesh. For a moment he removes his mouth from you, only so he can say, “Always so distracted by my cock huh?” and you know there is a proud smirk on his lips. “But don’t forget to ride my face baby.”

You moan an answer around him, thighs clenching, squeezing his head.

The second round of your late night love making ends with you coming hard and with a loud cry of pleasure, and Ruhn following you just a split moment after. You release his cock with a plop and swallow, then roll off him, landing on the soft mattress.

“This was amazing,” you whisper, bending your knees and bracing your feet on the bed next to Ruhn‘s chest. “So good.” You wipe a hand over your sweat-glazed forehead.

Ruhn‘s hand slides between your legs, down your thighs, and he lifts his head a little to glimpse at you. “You don’t think we are done, do you?” A smirk appears on his lips.

It doesn’t even take five minutes for the starborn prince to get hard again and to hoist you onto his lap, grinning when he sees your surprised expression.

He helps you shift and lift yourself up, groaning when the crown of his cock touches your wetness.

You sink down on his hard length, gasping at the stretch it causes you and the damn good feeling of his piercing scratching along your walls, adding just the slightest touch of pain. “Fuck, Ruhn,” you moan when he slides into the hilt, broad hands grabbing your ass to lift you up and let you sink down again.

Once having fully adjusted, he starts to thrust into you at a relentless pace. You ride him, your bodies colliding in a delicious connection, lips bruising from how much you devour the other’s mouth, still tasting each other from your previous actions.

Your nails dig into his tattooed shoulders, your head falling back, mouth open with moans and gasps and Ruhn is once again reminded that you are most definitely the most beautiful female he has ever seen in his life. And you are all his. His mate. The love of his life. And—

“My perfect, little slut,” he rasps and smacks your backside, loving the sound of the sensual mewl escaping you.

Each of his thrusts is met by the roll of your hips and slowly both of you are getting closer to the edge, feeling release gather in your lower abdomen. You want to let go, and there is no holding back when he lets his teeth sink into your lower lip, and his finger pinch your nipple.

You scream his name, nails scratching down his tattooed back, and he follows. His hot release fills your, trickling out onto his thighs, the hoarse shout escaping his throat reverberating through you.

“Fuck,” he breathes and his head drops into the crook of your shoulder. “You’re so perfect.”

#ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn #ruhn danaan #ruhn crescent city #prince ruhn #ruhnweek #ruhnweek2024

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adventuringblind · 5 months

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Flowers in your throat

Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: the problems of unrequited love

Warnings: hanahaki disease, blood, coughing

Notes: idk what this is... Does anybody wanna spam my inbox with things to write over break? Logan is on the list, but I'm blanking on ideas for the boy T_T

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Flowers. Beautiful things that each have their own meanings. One that even color plays into.

Beautiful amd deadly things, these Flowers. She can't even stomache the sight of them anymore. Not when they are the source of her current misery.

A misery she has yet to understand. Is one not enough for her? Will Lando hate her for loving more then just him? Is she really that greedy?

Her driving had suffered because of her lack of focus. She's coughing over the radio now and her engineer has started to notice. Her trainer even more so with how sick she looks.

She doesn't want Lando to find her like this. Maybe she doesn't even like Oscar and this is because of the loving looks and gentle touch he's been sharing with her boyfriend. Is she jealous? In a way yes, but she wants that from both of them. She coughs up another petal at the thought.

Hopefully Lando isn't awake. She'd been on the floor of the Hilton bathroom for at least an hour now. Her mind running through all her options. How she might be able to fix this.

Death is the easiest option in the long run. The surgery would hurt Lando as she would struggle with any kind of love afterwards. Oscar loving her back is another, but again, how would Lando react?

She'd yet to even open up to him about the idea of polyamoury. To scared from past encounters and getting hurt. Easier just to ignore anything else. The words of her last partner rings through her ears. 'It's either one or the other' but never both. How can she have such a love for two people to the point it's killing her?

The door creaks open. She panics and tries to hide from Lando's worried gaze. He still ends up on the floor with her.

"Please talk to me."

"I can't. You're going to leave me."

"Whatever this is, we'll figure it out, okay? But we can't even begin to work on it if I have no idea what's going on." And he's right. For as chaotic as he is, Lando has always wanted to work through things together.

"I'm not - well - before I start I should say I love you dearly with every fiber of my being."

"Is this a break up?"

"No!" She shouts a little to loudly and quickly. Lando looks a bit startled but calms we he sees just how panicked she is. "I don't want us to break up - I just know that you won't want me anymore."

The thoughts of Lando leaving her flood her mind. Having to watch him and Oscar be teammates while she watches from afar. Her body wracks with coughs again as another petal comes up, pretty but splatters in red.

"Is that-?"

"Hanahaki, unrequited love."

"But I do love you so then..." He takes a moments to process. "It's not me is it?"

"My parents always told me my heart was to big." She inhales shakily. "It's Oscar."

"Since when? How long do we have before-" He doesn't finish the sentence.

"A have a few months left maximum. I'm already two months in."

"Silverstone."

"I'd already been fond of him before that but watching the two of you smile together like that." Tears slip past her eyes as she tries to stop the burning in her chest. "I'm so sorry and I understand if you leave. It's not like you signed up for this."

"I'm not leaving you. I don't care who else you love as long as I'm here with you. Plus, it's Oscar, I'd be lying if I said I don't have any feelings for him." Lando Admits with a shrug.

"Really?"

"I know you love me, too much, probably. If this is what loving you means then I'll be here every damn step."

She throws herself into Lando's arms, curling into the warmth of his body. And for the first time on two months, she cries in relief.

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On the other side of things, Oscar isn't fairing any better. The constant scratch of his throat has started in August. Over the summer break when he had to bare witness to Lando and his girlfriends pictures.

He couldn't tell who he was more jealous of, or if he was jealous at all. Both, he was jealous of both because he wants to be with both of them. It's illogical, he thinks, that he should want two partners so desperately. They are committed to each other, why would they want him as well?

Lando is once again on the podium his female counterpart part there to congratulate him. Eyes shining as they smile at each other. The itch in his throat is to much. It burns in his chest as his lungs try to fight for air.

He runs back to the garage after getting weighed. Just in time to collapse onto the floor of his driver's room. Petals fall from his lips. Beautiful and soaking in red fluid.

He's still struggling to breathe when his door flys open. Logan amd Liam swim in his vision and ears. They drag him off the floor and get him upright again.

They clean him op and sit with him until Kim comes to get him for debrief. The older male looks horribly concerned. Lando also looks at him with something he can't pinpoint while sitting through the meeting. It's enough to make his chest burn again just knowing Lando is even looking at him.

Logan and Liam come knocking at his door that night. They want answers and rightfully so. He tells them, coughing on the bathroom floor while doing so.

"Have you talked to them?"

"No, why would they want me Lo?"

Liam hands him more water and pratically forces him to drink it. "Have you seen the way they look at you?"

And no, he hasn't, only how people say he himself looks helplessly in love.

How would they look at him now? In disgust? Maybe pity?

Shame he may never find out.

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Another hard race. Las Vegas had messed them all up in some way shape or form. She couldn't breathe knowing Lando had crashed to hard. She coughed an entire petal up during the yellow flags just thinking about how he must be feeling.

She's been coughing up whole flowers recently. Tonight was no exception. Lando, despite being on heavy painkillers, was desperately trying to help her through a few larger ones.

She was barely eating anymore. Couldn't breathe. Her teammate had even noticed the drastic change in her appearance. Max and Christian had both been on her case. Third seemed so far away now as Lando tries to get water down her throat.

"I don't want you to die."

"And I don't want to live without love."

Lando manages to pull himself off the floor to answer the door. Mumbling about how it's probably Jon making sure he's alright.

She can hear the familiar voices of Oscar and Logan through the thin walls.

Oscar sounds rough. She blames it on the long race he had. He'd looked so tired coming out of the car, hands running through his hair.

Her lungs burn again. It's more so this time. Her entire body is on fire. She can't even cough properly and wails as she has to pull out whatever is in her throat.

A stem. One with thorns.

Lando is frantically pleading with Oscar and Logan for something. Oscar is also coughing. Enough that is worsens her own.

She coughs again. Another stem feels like it's tearing her open from the inside. She wails at the stinging pain. Panic overcomes her as it seems to never end.

The door swings open. Lando and Logan drag in a coughing Oscar.

He's in the same boat as her. He's been suffering this whole time.

"Logan who is it?! Please, I need to know." Lando is begging now. The sight of what's happening can't be helping his nerves.

"It's you two, both of you I think. He didn't say exactly."

She tunes out anything else. It's them. He is feeling this because of them. She coughs up the rest of the stem and the burning starts to fade.

But then the exhaustion hits. She wants to tell Oscar everything. Enough so he doesn't have to cough up thorns like herself.

She passes out before she can.

~~~~~

Oscar wakes up in bed. One that definitely isn't his own. He tries to sit up, but his body is depleted still. Noticeably, his lungs feel lighter then they have in months. The ache in his chest has lessened, but his love for the two is still there. If this isn't the work of a surgery then-

He sits up frantically, searching for something. Someone, more like. A hand on his shoulder pushes him back down.

"Relax, we're still here." It's Lando and his partner is on the other side of Oscar. She's dead asleep and rightfully so after what he witnessed her cough up.

"Where's Logan?"

"Asleep on the couch. He didn't want to leave you."

"And you - do you and her - are we?" His words are broken. He can't think properly.

"Caught feeling a while ago, mate. Her before I realized myself. She loves hard, enough to cough up flowers, apparently." Lando crawls into the space between Oscar and the female. Oscar, in his sleepy haze, latches onto Lando. He feels better being apart of whatever cuddle pile this is.

He falls back to sleep so easily. Only to be woken up later by a few frantic coughs. Lando is immediately trying to get the female out of bed and to the sink. She claims she's fine and it's confirmed by the lack of petals.

"It's from what the thorns did." Her voice sounds wrecked. Oscar tries to get up to help only to be pushed back again by Logan. Curse his exhaustion.

The American gets everyone water. Oscar is grateful for it as it soothes his still sore throat.

"So does this mean you three are going to be together then?" Logan raises an eyebrow.

"If either of them say no after this, I'm throwing hands. After the hell they've put me through I will force them to cuddle if need be."

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yoonlattesworld · 1 year

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The spark is still there-MYG

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Cold mafia husband yoongi x soft wife reader

💌synopsis: when a lunch date with some of your very nosy friends ends up with you remembering things that shouldn't be talked outside of the bedroom walls

💌genre/warnings:fluff, husband yoongi,mafia yoongi, established relationship, arranged marriage, dom yoongi, rough sex, cuffing, spanking, unprotected sex, cocky yoongi, sub reader, oral (f recieving),nosy friends, sir kink, doggy style,man handling(kind of?) , multiple orgasms , edging,bulge kink.

Author's pov

Placing the perfume bottle down, you took the diamond necklace from its velvet box before going to tie it around your neck but a hand stopped you and took the necklace from your hand "let me help you with that,angel" he murmured in his deep voice and you smiled softly, collecting your hair and holding them as his nimble fingers tied the delicate chain around your neck. He placed a wet kiss on your nape before wrapping his strong arms around your waist and inhaling your sweet scent. You kissed his cheek,giggling softly as he squeezed you once before rasping "mm do you want me to pick you up after your lunch?" You hummed leaning against him "won't you be busy? It's okay i can come back with the driver" you said softly and he kissed your forehead before turning you around and placing a soft kiss on your lips "how many times do i have to tell you that I'm never busy for you?" You smiled cupping his face in your soft hands giggling as he placed a kiss on your wrist.

"So will you come amd meet my friends? " you said with a cheeky smile and he sighed Chuckling raspily "sure i will doll. Call me when you're done" he hummed pulling you in a kiss "i love you yoon" you whispered against his lips "i love you too angel. So fucking much " he grunted, before pulling back even though he had half of the mind to kiss you until you can't breath. "See you later. Be careful at work" you smiled a little nervously at mention of his work. He noticed immediately and rubbed your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb before mumbling "i always will y/n. Need to come back home to you" you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him one last time.

He stared at you as you sat in the car, watching the driver closing your door and a fond smile made its way to his lips when you sent him a flying kiss. And even though it was something he would never do, he pretended to catch the kiss and placed it in his pocket just to hear your little giggle.

~▪︎~

"Y/n you made it!" One of your friends lia chirped waving at you as you made your way towards the reserved table smiling "hey you" you gave her a side hug before greeting everyone at the table. While you saw one of the lady eyeing your necklace and ring with something in her eyes,you brushed it off. After a while the table settled down and after you all placed your orders, the table was lively with normal conversation. Checking up on each other, talking about their days and giggling while complaining about our husbands. It was all going well until the topic of the conversation shifted causing you to sigh as you already quite knew what was coming next. As much as you loved meeting up with your old friends once in a while,you hated the part when they would start talking about personal life. A little too personal.

"I don't know it seems like he's not interested in me anymore. There's no spark in our marriage life like it used to be" Mei,one of your old friends rolled her eyes. She had married the earliest from your group. "Maybe because you've gotten old" lia snickered ignoring mei's whines "same here. my sex life has gotten non existent. I don't even know when was the last time we slept together " gi sung said shaking her head while you continued eating your meal silently. You have no interest in talking about your marriage life. You'd rather go home.

But it seemed like the lady who was eyeing your jewelry didn't seem to like your quietness so she cleared her throat chirping "y/n right?" You looked up smiling at lia's sister who smiled back, although it seemed a little fake to you "hello miss yoona" you smiled and she chuckled before saying "i wonder how life is going right now" you looked at her confused and she continued "your marriage was arranged right? I heard there's no spark in those marriages. And there are rumors that your husband is a quite reserved man" the table fell into hushed whispers but your smile didn't drop. Instead, you chuckled softly "i don't understand why you're so interested in my marriage and husband?" She went quiet for a moment and you could see the anger in her eyes before she smiled saying "oh no I'm just worried about you. I heard your wedding was only a small event and none of your friends were invited so it seems to me that Mr min isn't interested in your life" lia's eyes widened and she immediately shushed her and they were whispering about something but you didn't quite heard because a memory of last night passed through your mind.

~▪︎~

You took a deep breath before opening the door of yoongi's study nervously, walking inside to see yoongi with two other men. It seemed like they were in an important meeting so you immediately felt guilty for interrupting them. Yoongi looked at you for a moment and you went to apologize for interrupting them but he suddenly said "out.now" your eyes widened at his tone. He never talked to you like that. Feeling hurt and guilty you looked at him for a second before going to walk out of the room but suddenly, you saw those men standing up and bowing towards him and you before walking out the room. You looked at him surprised but he just turned his chair towards you, manspreading and rasped "come here" you walked towards him and let him pull you on his lap . "I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting " you whispered not meeting his eyes. He was silent for a moment before hooking a finger under your chin and making you look at him. He kissed your forehead looking at you with soft eyes and mumbled "you don't ever have to apologize for wanting to see me doll" you smiled slightly feeling a little shy under his gaze and wrapped your arms around his neck while his wrapped around your waist "i-i need to tell you something " his eyebrows furrowed and his arms around you tighten "what's wrong?" You bite your lip smiling shyly and whispered "I'm pregnant " his face went blank for a moment making you worry. "Y-yoongi-" but then his arms around you tighten almost possessively and he smashed his lips on yours. You gasped giggling softly as he stood up with you in his arms and kissed you harder for a second before pulling back breathing heavily. You wiped his tears with a wobbly smile, your own eyes welling up as he leaned his forehead against yours whispering "thank you..thank you so fucking much babygirl. I love you so much i love you both so fucking much " "we love you too" you whimpered kissing him while running your fingers through his long hair as he started walking towards the bedroom with you in his arms

~▪︎~

"Y/n? Are you okay?" You were snapped back to the reality as lia shaked your shoulder and you looked at her smiling slightly "yeah I'm fine. What were we talking about?" She smiled back at you and for a moment it seemed like yoona had dropped the subject as she was quiet for a moment before she suddenly looked at you "so y/n, how is your marriage life treating you?" She grinned while you sighed before looking at her with a forced smile "I apologize miss yoona but I'd rather not talk about my personal life " her smile dropped slightly but it seemed like she wasn't going to drop the subject without humiliating you "you know I'm just worried about you y/n. You're close with my sister so i was just looking out for you. You can always talk to us if he's neglecting you..i mean it's been a year since you got married but how you're still not pregnant.." all the ladies started whispering among themselves while lia hit her arm "what? I told you I'm worried about her. Mr min seems like a busy man. And maybe she's not her type i mean they were arranged by their parents so-" "i assure you miss yoona. You don't have to worry about me or my life. And for a person who's divorced i don't think you have any right to question my marriage." You smiled calmly while her face turned beet red as she heard the ladies laughing quietly before she glared at you "you're just proving that your marriage has no spark with how you're trying to defend yourself-"

And yet again you failed to hear the rest of her words as the memories from last night came rushing back, causing you to feel something warm in between your legs.

~▪︎~

A shaky breath left your lips as he placed a kiss over your pubic bone, and your eyes fell shut when he wrapped his lips around your clit. He boldly licked a long stride of your clit, groaning the tangy taste before starting to suck your swollen bud causing you to gasp loudly as your legs went to close up. He grunted, throwing your legs over his shoulder and wrapped his large hands around your soft thighs, pulling you down until he was buried in between your legs. He inhaled your intimate smell deeply, groaning before diving in like a straved man. "O-oh yoongi-!" You moaned as he took turns in sucking and lapping at your clit. '' fuck" he growled placing a soft hand over your stomach and pressing you down on the bed when your hips started buckling up and fucked you with his tongue. You whimpered softly and your hips started moving because it seemed like your body had a mind of its own when he was quite literally making out with your clit. A guttural groan left his lips when you started riding his face and the vibrations sent you into another level of pleasure as your hands thrashed to get free, but it was no use because the cuffs were stronger than you "you gonna cum babygirl?" He mumbled increasing his speed and when he thrusted a long finger in your cunt, you saw stars as he hit your g spot and a cry of his name left your lips "y-yoongi! Wanna cum-ah" you moaned as his one went played with your nipple and he growled "cum for me my love " your mouth hanged open as your high washed over you and you came undone with your toes curling because of the overwhelming pleasure.

He made sure not to waste a single drop and gulped down your sweetness with a low moan. Wiping his chin which was dripping with your juice, he came up towards you and pressed his lips over yours causing you to whimper as you tasted yourself "my pretty girl, my wife,the mother of my child" he growled out the last words, his arm wrapping around you possessively and a warmth spread inside your chest as he looked at you like you're the most precious person in this world, the look on his face was dark,possessive, full of lust as he took in your naked form cuffed to his bed. "Fuck. Need to be inside you. I need you doll" his voice came out with pants heavy with lust as he palmed himself ",take me sir. I'm yours" you pleaded and he mumbled "damn right you are angel. Mine" he lined himself at your entrance and without a warning, he slammed his length inside your still sensitive cunt coaxing a loud moan from your lips as you felt his huge cock brushing against every part of your vagina . It was no secret that he is big. "fuck y/n. This little pussy was made for me. So fucking perfect " he grunted, bottoming out before slamming back inside causing you to cry out as you pulled against the cuff "f-feels so good sir- oh god" you whimpered as he thrusted in with long and powerful thrusts, causing your body to jerk every time he thrusted in. His eyes were trained on your breasts, which were bouncing with every thrust and he swears he was going insane when he saw that little bulge appearing in your womb "fuck y/n. You make me so fucking horny" he groaned falling on his elbows so he wouldn't crush you, thrusting in harder as you wrapped your legs around his waist moaning as his lips attacked your nipples "these perfect tits will be filled with milk for my child. Our child" he sounded possessive as he kept his large hand over your barely showing stomach "this womb,will raise our kid. Fuck you will look so fucking beautiful round with my kid" he growled, hitting your g spot causing you gasp as tears of pleasure ran down your cheek "i-i will?" You whimpered, feeling warmth spreading in your body as he mumbled "yes. So fucking beautiful doll. I can imagine it and it makes me want to put more kids inside you" you gasped at his words, the feeling becoming to much to handle "w-wanna touch you sir! Please let me touch you!" You sobbed because of the mixture of overwhelming pleasure and pain and yoongi chuckled darkly "you wanna touch me? Of course you can angel. I'm yours. Yours to touch and yours to love" with a grunt he flicked the lock of both of the cuffs and you gasped as your hands freed , immediately wrapping them around his shoulders and holding him close to you.

You moaned softly feeling your high approaching once again but just as you were about to come, he suddenly pulled out of you causing you to cry out "no yoongi i was so c-close-" you were cut off as he swiftly turned you around so that you were on all fours and his hand cupped your stomach. a gasp left your lips when he landed a harsh spank over your ass "watch your tone brat or I'm gonna leave you here like this." You whimpered pitifully "m'sorry sir" "fuck" his hands gripped your ass and he entered you from behind once again. Easily slipping in your weeping cunt because of how wet you were "o-oh god" you gasped as he didn't gave you time to recover and started thrusting in an almost animalistic pace. This new position gave him a deeper angle to fuck you and small groans and moans left his lips as the sound of skin slapping increased. You gasped as another spank landed on your ass and you were sure you will be red and bruised by the time he's done with you. Your arms started shaking as you felt your high approaching once again and it seemed like he noticed because he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up so that your back was pressed against his sweaty chest. His tattooed arm tightened around your waist as he buried his face in your neck, biting your skin to muffle his groans as he felt his own high approaching. You held his arm which was wrapped around you for dear life as your legs started shaking and you whimpered his name softly as he whispered "come for me love"you came with a loud cry of his name, your body going limp in his arm and you leaned against his chest panting as he held you up, his thrusts getting sloppier as his palm rubbed your stomach "fuck makes me want to fuck another kid inside you" he groaned feeling his balls tightening before he came with a long groan of your name "fuck! Y/n i love you so fucking much-" "i love you too yoon" you whispered, not being able to open your eyes and you would have fallen if he wasn't holding you up because of how much your legs were shaking. You whimpered softly as ropes and ropes of his hot cum filled you up to the brim. He was breathing heavily as he gently put you down, laying you on your back so your stomach won't be pressed against the bed. You would have laughed if you weren't so tired. He doesn't understand that the fetus won't be harmed if your stomach will press against the bed. The only thing he knows is that he has to protect his child. "You okay?" He mumbled rubbing your cheek and you opened your teary eyes, begging for some sleep and nodded "sore" came out whispered and you winced softly when he took your wrist gently "fuck babygirl I'm so fucking sorry " he whispered kissing your bruised lips "it's okay" his jaw clenched when he noticed your teary eyes and he rasped "you need to tell me if I'm ever too rough with you doll. I'm so fucking sorry i lost control and-" "it's okay yoongi ah I'm fine" you giggled tiredly whispering "wanna sleep" he nodded kissing your forehead and standing up "let's clean you up first yeah?" He mumbled picking you up and making sure to be extra gentle.

~▪︎~

"Hey doll" you looked up when a hand pressed against your back and you smiled brightly as you saw Yoongi looking down at you with a fond smile. Of course he looked very charming. In his three piece suit and his long hair styled. His Rolex watch shinning along with your wedding ring on his ring finger. All the girls on the table looked at you both with wide eyes as they saw him kissing your forehead "ready to go home?" You nodded standing up and he took your Louis Vuitton mini dauphine, before looking at your friends with his usual cold eyes "I'm Min yoongi. Y/n's husband. It was nice meeting you ladies, now if you can excuse us i need to take my wife home" he made sure to look at yoona as he wrapped a protective arm around your waist and pulled you closer. You placed a soft hand on his chest looking at lia "let's meet later lia" she nodded smiling softly and you smiled at your other friends before stopping at yoona who seemed to be burning red with jealousy as she eyed your bag and his arm wrapped around you "miss yoona" her gaze snapped at you with a burning smile while yoongi's arm around you tighten. You raised your hand and tucked your hair behind your ear, making sure your neck was exposing the dark marks he had left on you, and your sleeve pushed down slightly, revealing the cuff marks marks on your wrist. You didn't miss her jaw clenching as she saw the marks and you placed a hand on her shoulder saying "i assure you the spark is still there" before walking past her with yoongi smirking proudly and leaning down to whisper against your ear "that's my girl "

You giggled softly and kissed his lips "how long were you there?" He scoffed mumbling "don't worry doll. I was there long enough to almost put a bullet in her head" of course you felt the bulge of his gun pressing against your hips. But it didn't scared you like it used to. Odd enough, it gave you comfort in knowing that he was close to you. "You know you looked really hot back there" "really?" You chirped giggling and he nodded pressing his nose against your jawline "you think our kid would mind if i give them a little visit tonight?" He placed a hand over your thigh, squeezing your soft flesh and you kept your hand on his, whispering "I'm sure they won't " laughing loudly when he speeded out of the parking lot.

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A/n the spark will never leave if yoongi's your husband 😌

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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One Way or Another

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Warnings: dark elements but nothing too graphic in this one.

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Your last exam is over and you feel a sense of freedom lurking ahead. You can't be certain until you get your grades but with all your effort, you can't imagine you'll fall short. Now you have the whole holiday to recover. Well, you only hope it's refreshing.

Your dorm feels eerily empty so you happily hop at Jensen’s text. He still has a few roommates hanging around so you suggest he comes over. You tidy frantically, trying to hide the remnants of your studious sloth.

When he gets there, you have Netflix mindlessly playing. There's a giddiness to meeting without the lurking stress of classes or exams. No worries, just each other.

You sit on your desk chair as he admires the amiibo collection on your shelf. He sucks his teeth and turns to you with a suspicious leer.

"You didn't tell me had the special edition Link with his mastersword…" he drawls accusatorily.

"Oh, did you ask?" You stick your tongue out.

He rolls his eyes and spins, sitting heavily on your coverlet, the pattern of blue flowers on white, adding an extra dainty effect to your room, a stark contrast to his nerd cave.

"So…" he wiggles his eyebrows as he rubs the bedspread beside him.

"So," you put on a sultry tone and grin, "I thought we could do something special," you stand as seductively as you know how. It feels more awkward than sexy. "A very, very special and intimate thing…"

His eyes round as you come close and put your hands on his shoulders. You feel him tense and flex as you climb onto his lap. You straddle him and run your thumbs along his sideburns. You pull him into a kiss, slipping a taste of your tongue before you part and flutter your lashes.

"Grocery shopping!" You chime and he croaks, stifling a whimper.

"Grocery shopping?" He gulps.

"Uh huh! We can go amd pick out everything we need for or little holiday dinner and then we can come back a play some Mariokart. You said you'd bring your switch right?"

"Mariokart…" he chokes out, shifting under you, hands tentative on your hips.

"And maybe some snuggles," you giggle and lean in, kissing him deeper.

His hand shoot up your back, latching onto your neck as he keeps you from escaping again. He falls back with you but cries out as his teeth sink into your lip. You rip away from him as he touches the back of his skull where he knocked it off the wall.

You dab your lip and laugh, it's painfully fun.

"Hope you don't mind closer quarters," you tease as he pushes himself up.

"With you… the better? Is the shower big?" He winks.

"Alright, alright," you pat his chest and climb off him as you blush, "one thing at a time, let's make a list…"

"Can't we do this tomorrow?"

"The longer we wait, the busier it'll be. And besides, once we're back, I don't wanna go anywhere," you turn back and send him a look, "just you and me Jen. I wanna enjoy every second."

He huffs and clears his throat, shimmying closer to the edge. He tugs at the top of his jeans and you snatch up your phone as he adjusts his perch on the bed. Maybe it is a bit cruel but you can't help but feel flattered by his squirming.

📚

Your cart isn’t full. You don’t have much of a budget to stretch and a very economical list. Boxed stuff and turkey legs instead of the full to-do, some veggies you can manage to cook in your measly collection of pots, some cranberry sauce all for you since Jensen doesn’t enjoy it, and some buns.

“Just need to find the perfect pie,” Jensen says as he leans on the handle of the cart, “cherry?”

“Uh, pumpkin, duh.”

“Pumpkin, really?” He scowls.

“Hey, are you gonna shoot down all my suggestions?”

“Who says we can’t compromise… apple?”

“Fine, apple– oh, I forgot some more tea. I’m out of bags. Why don’t you go get in line and I’ll run to get that.”

“I don’t mind, you know I’ll follow you wherever,” he smirks crookedly.

“As cute as you are, I don’t want the checkout to get any more hectic,” you glance over at the dozen lanes open and binging.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You can survive without me,” you squeeze his arm, pausing to feel his thick bicep. Oh.

“Went up a weight set,” he gloats as he stands straight and bends his arm to emphasize his muscle, “I’ll let you have a closer look later.”

“Please, tone it down,” you shake your head.

“Says the one feeling me up in the pastry section,” he tuts, “I’ll go and brave the hordes.”

“Right,” you scoff and leave him.

As you turn, you nearly run into another shopper. The place is buzzing with the pre-holiday crowds. You dodge and sneak between two tables of discount sugar cookies.

You head along the dairy section, the refrigeration chilling you through your unzipped jacket, and you weave between carts and bodies. You dip down the coffee section and wait for a couple to move out of the way of the tea. You toe in and peruse the labels, looking for your exact brand and leaf.

You find the tag but the spot is empty. Of course! It’s always gone. You frown and search for an alternative. At the very top shelf, you see the reserves. You peak the purple label of your tea. You just need to reach it.

You stand on your toes and stretch out, leaning to grasp for air. Another hand swoops up and grabs the box with ease. You wince and put your feet flat, glancing over at the helpful stranger as he holds out the tea.

“Thanks, I–”

The box moves out of your reach as you come face to face with Professor Rogers. You take a step back, hitting someone else, only to inch back towards the last person you expected or wanted to see. You almost pout as he gives a thought look to the tea.

“Huh, English Breakfast, I would’ve guessed Earl Grey,” he remarks as his blue eyes flick up.

“Professor,” you utter.

“Got a big dinner planned?” He asks, his tone gristly as his glare bores into you.

“Not really,” you lie and turn back to the shelf, “uh, sorry, I thought… I was just grabbing this.”

You grab the yellow box of cheap orange pekoe but before you can flee, he grips your arm, holding you in place as he leans in. You shudder as his breath fans over you as he bends to nuzzle your hair.

“I know you’re with him. Playing fucking house. Enjoy the game while it lasts,” he growls, “cause I’m not playing any more.”

He lets you go as you tear away from him and you nearly topple over. You sputter and look around for some help. Everyone else is too entranced by their own lists and hunts for the next item.

“Get away,” you hiss.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he mutters under his breath as he drops the box in his basket, “you’re not worth that much trouble. But one day you’ll be alone. Or you’ll think are…”

He slowly pivots and puffs out his chest. He lets out a snicker and you see the flicker in his face, like a shadow passing over. It flies away and he reaches past an older woman to grab the bag of sugar she’s straining for.

“Allow me, miss,” he says to her adoring gaze.

You don’t stick around to see the performance. You know what Professor Rogers is and you know that now that he’s shown you, there’s nothing holding him back.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #au #professor!steve #college au #one #captain america #avengers #mcu #marvel

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thebottomfromhell · 7 months

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Hiiii! Could I request something for Hantengu (main body). I could imagine him getting jealous over his clones. Maybe they’re being extra touchy feely and he’s jealous. Thank you so much!

No prob, jealous Hantengu coming up! Sorry for the wait, as always.

Hantengu being jealous over his clones, GN Reader

Warnings: idk, this one seems pretty safe, Slight harm to reader (Hantengu just grabs you). Also a description of Hantengu that might inply sexua content.

Hantengu has always been fine with having you around the clones. Who else is meant to protect you? To keep you around? Him? HAH! Nice one, the idea of you depending on him make him want to throw up of the nerves. How is he supposed to keep you safe and happu when everything is so scary? So unfortunate! He can't, he can't do it by his own, that is why he has clones!

Amd of course, just like he loves you, his clones adore you. Sekido watches over you, Aizetsu likes to spend time with you, Karaku is the first one to come up with something fun to do and Urogi even sleeps over you (he doesn't need to sleep, he likes the cuddles). The four are rather protective over you, which is good. Is good, of course it's....

"And Sekido was like "Urogi, you better stop before get angry" but he didn't need time to get angry before attacking us all! We are so in pain! We need attention and adoration to heal up!" Karaku justifies the fact that he si sitting in your feet while Urogi is grabbing you from behind to lean in your back. Aizetsu is just quietly cleaning his spear besides you and Sekido is fumming some steps away. "You should be more respectful of people's property and personal space!" Aizetsu speaks without looking. "You can leave if you want to. It's sad that you pretend you don't want attention too, getting the short stick for your pride." Holy shi- as if Heantengu didn't need more reasons to feel insecure. His clones are so.... likeable, maybe, probably even more than him, and the fact that They. Keep. Touching. You.

It's an impulse that gets him into grabbing your arm and pull you from Urogi's hold, pushing Karaku to the ground in the process. "Eeeeeeck! Get away! Get away!" The clones just look at him, slightly confused, as the main body keeps pulling you to himself. "Get away!" Hantengu is trembling, thick tears rning through his arms as he squeezes hard enough to leave some marks in your skin. The clones then look at each other, Urogi and Karaku smirking at each other.

"Oh! Is Hantengu jealous? Is he afraid that his emotions will take his beloved Y/N away from him?" Karaku stands to tease, passing his arm through Hantengu's shoulder, making the main body squeal and release your arm as he brigs his hands to cover himself. "That's not true! That is not true!" He blushes hard as he keeps crying and sobbing, specially when Urogi starts flying around them. "So cute! So cute! Hantengu wants attention! He wants attention but he is too shy to ask for it!"

Even Sekido and Aizetsu smile a little as the pleasure clone and the joy clone keep teasing their main body. You must also contain a laugh, the scene is cute. Your beloved looks so nervious, shy and a embarrased... soft, in a way. He always looks so delicate and fragile, so pitiful. "I'm not! Stop bullying me! It hurts! It hurts!" And honestly, you are into that. "It's so pitiful, so sad. Y/N is Hantengu's lover after all. But the fact that he is jealous of clones of himself. It's very, very sad, pathetic even." Even Aizetsu joined in!

Part of you wants to wait and see if Sekido will also join to tease and bully Hantengu, to let you see that face become more flustered, the body shaky, the whimpers louder. A pretty mess for you to pick up for yourself. But. You can also feel the intense, begging gaze, of Hantengu upon you. He wants you, needs you, he can't share you with anyone. Help him, make him feel safe, pleasepleasepleaseplease

"I think that's enough." You decide to have mercy with Hantengu and push Karaku off gently, the main body taking the chance to cling into your waist, kness on the ground and face burried in your stomach as he weeps. "Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Too much accusations! Please! I'm being bullied!" You can only smile as you pet his head. "Don't worry darling. You are safe with me." He keeps crying against you as you comfort him, the rest of the clones looking. Urogi chuckles, Karaku looks bored, Aizetsu is pitying Hantengu with a side-eye and Sekido just looks uncomfortable.

"Can you leave me alone with my little Hantengu? I want to have a moment." Sekido rushes before anyone else can speak, using his staff to stab both joy and pleasure before they can speak. As they complain of the pain, anger stamps the ground with the end of his weapon. "We will be leaving now! We don't want to see whatever you will do! So you all three fuckING MOVE!" He stamps the floor again, this time attacking with the electricity, forcing everyone but you and Hantengu to move before joining them.

"Mine... mine... please! Please let me-" He can't even articulate his thoughts, but you don't mind. "Yes, I am yours. No need to make a little scene." He relaxes once you say that, and damn- "Or do, it's so cute when you act so helplessly." He sobs again as he grips harder against you. What? He is fun and cute to tease.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #hantengu #hantengu x reader

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callofdudes · 4 months

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Yesss!! Cod g/t brain worm! I just really need as much tiny!y/n, ghost, soap, and gaz with guant!price fics as I can handle!

Giant!Price and his little tinys helping him cooking in the kitchen. Like tiny!soap amd ghost pushing the ingredients to price when he needs them, while tiny!y/n mixes the pot and tiny!gaz is the taste tester!! It's so cute🥺🥺

P.s. I am sending something kinda similar to this to other authors as well. BUT I AM CHANGING THE PROMPT!! I just want to see everyone's take on cod g/t. So if you're uncomfortable with multiple authors also writing something not super similar to this, but still a cod g/t fic, I understand and you can just ignore this. Thank you🩷🩷

Shut up this is so adorable. I immediately thought of them as those little tiny chibi like characters. So just know that is what I'm picturing as I write this. Their little beans now. I hope you enjoy it, this was an interesting experiment.

When a family makes a home.

Price was in charge of taking care of his little ones. While you weren't always the most military efficient, Price brought you guys everywhere with him. On leave he had shelves above his bed where he had set up beds and configurations for sleep, all for you guys.

At night dropping you all off at your little platforms and making sure you were snuggled in so you wouldn't fall off. Even if you did, his chest would be there as a landing pad.

Even so, sometimes you guys would come and snuggle with him. Mostly you or Johnny, which frequently leads to you guys trapped under his weighted blanket.

If there is one thing you all like to do together though, it's baking. Price was taught by his mother how to cook and bake, and that was something that always stuck with him. Making bread or cupcakes. He wasn't always the best decorator there ever was, but it worked out.

Especially with his little helpers. Price got up and ready for the day, having a shower and dressing in something fresh. Coming outside to see four little people standing outside the door expectantly. Like cats almost.

He chuckled softly, walking down the hall with you all following after him. Johnny hopped and grabbed Simon's hand as they ran with him.

Gaz tagged along behind with you, having a conversation about something or other. The morning laziness was nice, especially since Price didn't get time off a lot. What with work?

You headed to the kitchen and Johnny jumped excitedly. "We'll help!!"

"We always help, Johnny." Simon pokes his cheek, making the Scot pout a little.

Price bent down, gently picking you all up, Johnny and Gaz getting comfy. Simon huffed and stepped into Price's hand with you behind him.

"So what are we making??" You asked, leaning forward to inspect the clean counter and washed-down stove.

"Omelets, I'm fixing for one today. That alright?"

Gaz gave his biggest thumbs up. As a taste tester of course he got to be the first to approve. 😌

"Perfect." Price got out a pan. "Alright," He headed to the fridge, narrating quietly as he got out eggs, milk, onions, peppers and whatever else they needed. He set them in a pile and placed his hand over the man to make sure it was hot.

He poured some oil in the pan and you all stood around watching. Gaz had a little spot by the spice rack where he usually sat. In his words, his job was to "sit there and look pretty." Which he did very well.

Price felt the pan was hot and reached his hand out. "Eggs."

Simon got up, Johnny and him each taking a side to flip the carton open. "How about this one Simon??"

"Looks heavy as fuck."

"This one it is then!"

Simon sighed, going over and taking off his little gloves, helping Johnny wiggle the egg out and carry it back on wobbly legs to Price.

"Thank you." Price cracked the egg in the pan, watching it sizzle and start to cook. "I'm going to flip it a few times and then you can have it y/n."

You smiled, nodding and rushing over. At the ready Captain Price!

"Ok, one, two, pull!" Johnny pushed the jug of milk forward with all his might, Simon grabbing the handle and tugging, his feet struggling under the marble countertop.

Slowly dragging it over.

"See.. this isn't too hard!"

"Thank you, both of you."

Johnny smiled, hopping on Simon and squeezing him. "aye aye captain!"

Simon pinched Johnny's cheek. "You're horrible."

You watched, smiling and looking into the pan. Price poured a dab of milk in and smoothed the egg around, ordering up another egg which Johnny and Simon quickly fetched.

Once Price popped it in he handed you the flipper. "Have at it kiddo."

"Yes!" You jumped in, standing on the edge, close but not too close, stirring the egg and flipping it with all your might!

Price went to the fridge again and poured three glasses of orange juice. He set down a big one and two small ones. Then getting out pineapple and mango for Simon and Gaz. Two little glasses.

You take a few sips while you watch the pan, grabbing the handle again and squishing it under the omelette, grunting and pushing it up and flipping it. Getting the folded side over too.

"How's it looking y/n?" Price asked.

"It looks good!

"Careful with that knife you two." He said over to Johnny and Simon. Simon looked over at Price. They'd gotten out the peppers and onions, Johnny holding the handle while Simon guided the blade down on the vegetable.

"Don't worry, If Johnny loses a hand I won't worry."

"Hey! You'd worry if I lost a hand." Johnny rested his chin on the handle, pouting out his lip at Simon.

Simon grumbled a little. "Yeah,.. just hold the knife."

Johnny grinned, knowing that was a yes, and went back to work.

Price looked at Gaz who sipped his pineapple mango. "Comfy?"

Gaz looked at him, then the others. "Sure beats having to chop peppers captain."

Price hummed and nodded. "Of course." He finished off his drink and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. Heading over to you. "Alright kiddo, I'll squeeze in here for a moment."

You hopped out of the way and Price took the flipper, putting the omelette on the plate. "Alright, a couple more eggs."

Simon scuttled over while Johnny held the handle of the knife, stepping into the carton and grabbing an egg.

"Careful Simon." You warned. Simon huffed, pulling the egg and wiggling it out. He hopped back down, starting to walk over and - crack.

Simon slipped in the egg white that spilled, the whole egg cracking and flooding down on him. You snickered, covering your mouth quickly.

"Son." Price chuckled, holding out his hand. Simon lifted his mask and spat out egg white. Covered from head to toe.

"Shut up." He grumbles before any of you can say anything. "You've been egged!" You snort.

Johnny came over with an armful of pepper chippings. "I got us- ah!" He slipped, egg white staining all up and down his back.

Gaz burst out laughing, followed by you. Johnny whined, standing up and shaking out his dripping gooey hands.

"Oh come on. Who did that??"

Price held out his hand, Johnny seeing Simon also completely drenched in egg. Well, he was glad he wasn't like Simon... He was swimming in it!

Price lightly shook his head. "Ok y/n, you and Gaz keep an eye on the stove, I'll get these two cleaned up."

"Yes sir." You bent down, grabbed a cloth from the stove handlebar and lifted it. Poking your head up carefully as you walked with the large thing.

"Careful," Gaz warned, also getting up and making sure you didn't slip. You huffed, throwing the towel on the small spill, shuffling your feet while Gaz came over and picked up the eggshells.

Once all is clean you get some pepper pieces and put them in the pan. Gaz and you grabbing another egg out.

Gaz went around again and turned down the heat. He spotted the unattended omelette on the plate. Casually walking over and sitting down. He pulled the corner close and took a big chomp.

"Hey, this is pretty good."

"Are you already eating it??" You snickered. "You won't get to taste test."

"I already did. And besides, he won't notice."

You both waited until Price returned with freshly washed clothes Johnny and Simon. "We survived!" Johnny waved, both hopping down onto the counter.

Price chuckled. "Now where were we?"

"Putting another omelette in."

And so you got to work. Simon and Johnny helping with more ingredients and getting the spice shakers to Price. You helped flip and stir, making up some better egg batter to pour in. And Gaz sat and looked pretty.

When all was said and done Price cut up some pieces for you four and had his plate. "Want to test it Gaz??"

"He already-"

Gaz shushed you softly, batting his eyelashes innocently at Price. "Yes, I do." Price tore a piece and gave it to Gaz, who gobbled it down. Giving a thumbs up. "It's really good-" he said through a mouthful.

You each took your plates and followed Price. Getting help down onto the floor and waddling after him with your omelettes. An adorable sight.

You made it to Price's office and he helped you all onto the desk. Grabbing on his laptop, a blanket and a Nintendo Switch.

He put the blanket on the end of his desk and you all sat around the Nintendo Switch, happily eating and watching videos.

"Hey Price??" You poked your head up. Price looking over.

"This is good."

"Well, you helped make it, so pat yourselves on the back too." He ruffles your hair with his thumb.

Johnny giggled, Simon rolled his eyes, and Gaz just continued to look pretty.

It was a peaceful morning.

Price went back to tapping away on his keyboard while you guys watched different videos. Cheering, laughing and talking as you ate.

Price never felt bugged hearing you guys talk. Just glad he had you guys around with him.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #captain price x y/n #platonic reader #g!price t!141 #giant! Price x Tiny 141 #john price x y/n #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x y/n #kyle garrick x reader #kyle's job is to taste food and look pretty #Ghost got egged #a tad rushed since its been sitting here in my drafts since tumblr did that stupid thing

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s0apmactav1sh · 1 month

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Its been a hot minute friends. I am currently going through a shitty ass time but here have me waffling about my fic im trying to write.

(This isnt an update, i just need to qrite something before i disappear for a bit over shit thats happening)

Crawler, the nickname given to you by the 141 after they got used to you casually crawling around the ceiling so it just came naturally to them to start teasing you with the nickname whenever the found you having a fit and giving out about the recruits while sitting upside down on the roof.

"Ya alright there crawler?" With how usually it was to find you in the prediment you were in right now it was no secret you didnt like the recruits you dealt with on the daily "No! How do they even survive on missions. My gods-" Cue Gaz listening for an entire hour as you ramble on about every mistake made by each individule recruit, names given and all. Once you stop your out of breathe and glaring at gaz because of the stupid grin hes been giving you. "What are you smiling at?" "You."

Spiderman kisses. No matter what no matter where. Could be in a random hallway, an office the debriefing room or any of there rooms at this point with how much time you spend with them. Soaps always the one looking for them no matter if you agrue that your nothing like a spider and he is being silly. But still you give in to the puppy eyes the werewolf man gives you. Your quite the sucker for them.

"No way am I hanging upside down because you want a kiss!" The way soaps ears droop and his tail lessens in wagging has you feeling guilty but what truly sticks it to you is the puppy dog eyes he now has to try convince you. Lips so prettily pouted and everything and who are you to deny that face. Even if you huff and groan as you geting yourself situated and crouched on the ceiling. So he can kiss you like in the spiderman movies. And as soon as its over Soaps rushing off to gaz to bloat over what you did.

Ghost somehow being the one to discover the ear bursting screech you let out when anyones hand even remotely brushes off your tail. He didnt even mean to purposely do it and the wraith was so thankful he was already dead bc the screech you had let out when his fingers lightly touched off the tip was enough to have him wincing and covering his ears to protect them.

It was a pure accident. He didnt even realise he had come in contact with your tail until you let out a horrifyingly loud screech that had him covering his ears. "Jesus. What on gods green earth was that. Are you some sort of banshee aswell." Before he can even get an answer out of you, your gone having bolted for the door as soon as that sound left your lips. What an awkward interaction that leaves you both walking on eggshells around each other.

Price deciding with all the time youve been around and the fact that his boys seem to trust you he adds you to his horde. But in a way that you dont realise that you apart of it. It starts off with him patting your back after missions amd saying goodjob, even if you were just look out. Then it moves on to him giving you random things, youve been eyeing up a new pair of gloves? Hes bought them and left them outside your door the next morning before you woke up. Its not until he leaves one of his scales on top of your desk that your realise what was happen but still you kinda oblivious so you just pocket the scale and run your fingers over it for good luck before every mission.

Ever since the others had become more comfortable and accepting with you on the team Price had bene thinking of making you a part of his horde. You'd be just like his boys, the centerpiece the thing he cared about the most. So whenever he saw your dule eyes light up at the sight of new gloves or a weapon he knew the way of winning you over was sneakily gifting you little presents. Without your gruad up so much it was easier to tell that you were a bit oblivious. Certain signs and things not processing in your mind. So when he leaves the scale down hes not sure if youll even see it but sure enough he manages to walk past your room, stopping when he see you slip the scale into the pocket of your gear before walking away with a goofy smile on his face. You may not know that your now his, but hey you will soon enough when the rest of the boys give you something of significance to them.

Silly rambles. Ok ima go take my meds and cry myself to sleep I might bring back king!price at like 4 am tonight.

#fjords rambles #call of duty #the things i do instead of sleeping #wheres my meds #im off my meds again #ive gotten 2 hours of sleep this week #im a yapper #eepy fjord #my brain is fried

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incubum · 1 year

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On my hands amd knees begging for you to talk about how carmy would be pissed af if he found out his little sister was sleeping with (or worse dating) richie. 🙏🙏

no bc anyone who knows me knows i love a good age gap and even MORE so knows i love a brother's best friend situation.

i think it's definitely an accident when carmy finds out. you and richie have been fooling around in secret for months, and maybe he suspects it a little bit, because you two maybe aren't the best at hiding things. walking out of secluded areas together, always going on smoke breaks at the same time and constantly making goo-goo eyes at each other, but it's not until one day that richie really fucks up, and carmy finally understands what's going on.

maybe richie is making some crude comments to ebra about the girl he's sleeping with, about how she's completely needy for him in bed and how she will do anything he asks of her if it means she can have his cock inside her for even just a few minutes, and his gaze meets yours in just the wrong way, and carmy sees. and he comes un-fucking-glued.

carmy chases richie out of the restaurant, into the parking lot where he's just screaming and shouting about how much of a disgusting fucking pig he is, how he has no respect for carmy or his restaurant and how richie is an old fucking pervert for even thinking those things about carmy's little sister, let alone acting on them. carmy sends him home, nearly fires him (and would have if it weren't for the fact that richie is like a cockroach and, albeit late, shows up to work the next morning), and tells you not to ever come back to the restaurant unless it's for something important that has to do with your shared ownership.

he almost gets over it, eventually. until he finds out you're pregnant.

#richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich smut #richie jerimovich

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moonstruck-poet · 6 months

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Husband

Pairing - James Potter x Regulus Black, Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Summary - James is the one to always drop Harry to school and be the victim to unstoppable flirting from women. What happens when Regulus shows up instead?

Warnings - none!

Based on the prompt by @venus-sqturn

"Reg? Where's Harry? Come on we'll be late," James called amd started tapping his foot in impatience.

"Coming coming," Regulus said, hot behind little Harry who sprinted way ahead.

"Got beaten by a two year old huh?" He grinned mischievously and picked up their little troublemaker, smothering his tiny face in kisses making the boy giggle.

"I'm proud of it," Regulus rolled his eyes and pushed away a strand of hair that had escaped from his manbun. "Here," he said and handed his husband the small backpack.

"Now where the hell is your brother? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago!" James frowned and checked the clock.

The younger Black snorted, "They're the Lupin-Blacks. When have they ever been on time?"

"Fair enough," he sighed shaking his head when Harry pointed towards the fireplace that blazed with green light.

"Lia!" The toddler said happily and went forward to hug his best friend who reciprocated with the same enthusiasm.

"Haz!" Opehlia Lupin-Black smiled widely and the two children spun around while holding hands as though they hadn't seen each other just yesterday.

"About time," Regulus smiled and slapped his brother on the arm. "James was on the edge of a panic attack".

"When is he not?" Sirius grinned and stole a slice of buttered toast.

"Love we just had breakfast," Remus began but gave up immediately. "Shall we leave for school then, your highness?" He bent down in front of his little girl, smiling fondly.

"Yes!" The two chorused and simultaneously raised their arms like they had planned the entire thing.

"You sneaky troublemakers," Sirius said in slight surprise and picked his daughter, and chuckled when she kissed his cheek, most definitely to butter him up.

"See ya, bud," Regulus bid goodbye to his little one who tightened his little arms before pulling away and looking at him brightly through hazel eyes.

"Bye bye Papa!" Harry and Opehlia waved at Remus and Regulus who mirrored their actions with loving expressions.

And with the goodbyes, the duo apparated together. Experiencing that weird but familiar sensation your body being compressed into itself.

"Here we are," James said once they had arrived at the back gate and began walking.

"Incoming Prongs," was the only warning he had before a group of ladies made their way over towards them.

"Not again," his eyes widened and he groaned in despair. He had faced the same problem twice this week already.

While his best friend merely smirked, being completely unhelpful in such situations. "Who told you to wear a black button up? Ladies dig that stuff you know?"

"Reg said it looked good," he pouted and shifted his expression once they had reached the entrance of the building.

The parents let their kids down, both kneeling on their knees for a last minute talk and goodbye kisses.

"Be good, yeah Har?" James smiled at his mini-me, trying but failing to fix the messy raven hair that was very similar to his own.

"Yesh Dada," Harry nodded instantly with a toothy grin, eager to get away from his father's clutches.

"Here you go, love," Sirius said and gently put the backpack on her small shoulders. "Make sure to cause just a little mischief hmm?"

Opehlia's silver eyes, identical to his twinkled and her lips split into the iconic Black grin.

Sirius laughed in response and kissed her forehead before standing up and watching as the two sprinted excitedly.

"Hello James," a sickly sweet voice said from behind them and the said man cringed internally, him being way too much of a gentleman to tell someone off.

He turned around rather unwillingly and offered a fake smile to the lady who was dressed rather inappropriately, not that he paid the slightest attention and instead moved closer to Sirius.

"Hi Stacey," he greeted her when suddenly another familiar woman came to next in front of him.

"You know James, black really is my favorite colour," she slowly scanned him from head to toe.

"Is it now?" Sirius added with a smirk. "You love Black do you?"

The lady, Jane rolled her eyes playfully while James glared at his friend for encouraging this idiotic behaviour. But Sirius was having the time of his lives trying to watch his mate struggle with this situation.

"I'm afraid we have to go, got some errands to complete," James interrupted with a tight lipped smile and grabbed Sirius quite roughly by the bicep.

"No worries, handsome," Stacey batted her eyelashes amd stepped much closer. "We'll see you tomorrow".

"Uhm yeah bye," he blurted awkwardly and nearly ran from the place.

"They're gonna cross the line soon enough," Sirius said with a disapproving look and crossed his arms as they leaned against the car.

"How retarted can someone even be? For Merlin's sake they know I'm married!" He groaned and put his palms on his face.

"I have an idea," Sirius said suddenly and a smirk painted his lips.

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"Absolutely not," Regulus turned down the statement as soon as it was uttered.

"Oh come on Reggie! Don't you wanna help your husband out here?" Sirius raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Of course I do," he rolled his eyes. "But are the dramatics really necessary?"

"It wouldn't be Sirius without the dramatics that's for sure," Remus softly grinned and sipped his tea.

"Please?" James asked and tugged on Regulus' shirt, his eyes wide. "I can't tolerate the flirting anymore, Reg. I need your help".

Regulus cursed internally at those goddamn eyes. It wasn't as though he didn't intend to help the rather amusing situation but he was still struggling with going outside all alone, much less to such a social place.

Knowing that people would be straing at him merely made him ever more uneasy and he swallowed before looking at his husband's desperate expression and nodding.

"That's like a good boy," Sirius smirked and ruffled his hair like a dog receiving a harsh death glare.

"Good boy!" Ophelia repeated after her Dada and she too messed up his rather glorius hair and got a soft, fond smile in return.

"Alright I'll go and drop Harry this time," he sighed and chuckled at the kiss being pressed on his cheek.

"I know it's hard for you, but thank you so much," James whispered.

"Anything for you," he simply replied and caressed his hand before calling the two children who were busy building blocks. "Let's go, time for school!"

The two ran over quickly, trying to beat the other and slapping shoulders in between.

"Papa?" Harry questioned, tilting his head as he watched Regulus put on the small bag.

"Yeah I'm gonna drop you today, love," he said and a smile formed on his face upon seeing the enthusiasm of his boy.

"Papa!" Opehlia called out her father and of course Remus immediately understood and nodded with a grin.

"I'll come too," he said and laughed when she ran into his arms with excitement.

The remaining two men, who were the original droppers watched dumbfounded as their children, their own flesh and blood disregarded them instantly.

"Wow thanks guys," James muttered while Sirius acted heartbroken making their partners smirk.

They quickly apparated near the back gate as usual, the children snug in their arms as they walked around the building.

James and Sirius watched the scene unfold from a distance. Obviously they were present, how on earth would they ever miss such an opportunity?

"There's one," Remus whispered. "That's Tricia," he added and Regulus' eyes narrowed after scanning the brunette from head to toe before shaking his head and smirking.

"Here goes nothing," he sighed and tightened his hold on Harry who was flapping his hands excitedly once they reached the gate.

"Down!" He said and Regulus obeyed, with Remus doing the same for Ophelia amd together the pair locked hands and walked, swinging their little fists vigorously.

"Hello Harry! Opehlia!" They heard a woman greet their children, making the parents immediately step closer, their protective instincts flaring.

"Hello!" Ophelia smiled brightly while Harry waved eagerly.

"Where's your Dada Harry?" She asked and another woman soon joined in the conversation.

"He said he'd see us today," the lady twirled her hair and made a show of looking around innocently.

"Dada's not here," he shook his head but them his grin widened as he looked at Regulus who felt his heart warming up, "Papa is here!"

"Papa..?" Stacey asked with uncertainty and looked at the two men who towered over their ladies group.

"Who are you?" Jane asked rather grumpily and pursed her lips, giving the two a challenging look by which they were not fazed at all.

"Remus Lupin-Black," the taller one introduced himself, not bothering to offer a hand and instead picking up Ophelia who giggled happily to emphasise his point.

"Oh... Right," the other, Tricia muttered and checked him out. "And you are?"

Regulus, whose face held a resting bitch expression now held a small smirk, "I'm Regulus Arcturus. Potter-Black," he added after a moment's pause.

"James Potter, or should I say, James Potter-Black is my husband," he smiled sweetly before morphing his face into a dark glare that made them step back.

"Oh," was all the speechless woman could utter.

"Yeah oh," he replied quietly. "And I would appreciate it very much if you would stop harassing him. Now".

"We- I- Well yeah- yeah of course- We're really sorry," she stammered and after another sinister glare thrown by him, they took off.

Harry and Opehlia, who were watching the interaction the whole time giggled, their palms pressed against their mouths.

"Good job 'ncle Reggie!" She grinned while Harry kissed his Papa's cheek.

"I think you did go for the dramatic route," Remus laughed.

"It was worth it," he shrugged and a grin broke free.

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