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hi! how about remus lupin with a shy reader? or something along those lines haha thank you and have a nice day :)
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remus lupin x fem!reader, fluff
"morning, dove" someone whispers against your ear. there's a kiss brushed on your cheek. you bury your face further into the pillow with a soft hum. the person in question chuckles.
you blink your eyes open. "remus?"
remus smiles, he leans on his elbow as he looks at you with lovesick eyes. "good morning."
he's in your room. on your bed. he sees your sleepy face and your messed up hair. god, he's so pretty and you-
"morning, remus." you jump from bed, your cheeks blushed under his playful eyes. "um- how did you-"
"shelby let me in."
you can't believe you forget you live with a roommate. how else would he be here? "oh- right." you mumble.
"i'm sorry, did i make you uncomfortable?" remus asks, he sits properly to look into your eyes.
"no!" you say, panicking. "no, of course not. i just- i wasn't expecting you and i'm-"
"so pretty." he says. his eyes are so easy to get lost in.
you shake your head. "um- i just, i'm gonna go to the bathroom, 5 minutes."
remus chuckles behind you, he leans back to your headboard.
you have a small bathroom mirror but it doesn't hide how blushed your cheeks are. "come on." you mutter to yourself. you can't help it, your stomach fills with butterflies whenever you see remus. having him on your bed, waking you up? both a dream and a nightmare apparently. you wash your face with cold water, such a poor attempt to calm down.
you leave the bathroom with slow steps, remus is in your kitchen now. he holds a coffee mug in his hand, you hear the sound of coffee machine. he extends a hand to you, long fingers covering your entire hand when you touch him.
"shelby left." remus says, pulling you closer to him. "i'm sorry again. i thought i'd surprised you."
you try to control your heartbeat enough to kiss your new boyfriend. it's only been two weeks but remus is a charming guy. he made his way into your heart quickly, you don't even know how to react to him most of the time. it's all too exciting- his every word and every touch.
"you don't have to say sorry." you say, lifting your chin. "i was surprised, so it worked."
remus leans down to close your height difference. "can i kiss you?"
you do something in between nodding and smiling. he presses his lips against yours and you close your eyes. you don't think you can manage to see his pretty face so close to yours right now. remus holds your waist to get you closer. you sigh happily into the kiss.
"you look so beautiful by the way." he whispers between two lovely kisses. "when you try to keep sleeping, when you frown against the pillow."
"please." you whisper. he should stop if he wants you alive in his arms.
remus kisses you so sweetly, you think you really need a cup of coffee to get back to yourself. his now free hand cups your cheek to rub the sensitive skin, the other hand still on your waist. you bring your hands to his neck, realizing he enjoys the kiss as much as you do. he is warm, your fingertips rest against his skin.
you have to stop for a minute or you'll lose your mind. can you get addicted to kissing someone? his lips are testing your patience early in the morning, his hands are whole another issue. remus smiles when you break the kiss, he brushes his lips against your forehead to keep you in his arms.
totally buried in remus's chest, you stand in the center of your kitchen. the smell of coffee is tempting but you can't separate yourself from remus. stolen seconds of the morning with him, is it possible to spend every early hours of your days like this now? your poor heart will not take it.
"what do you wanna have for breakfast?" he asks with a low voice.
"coffee." you say against his chest, lifting your head up to see him.
he laughs. "coffee's not a breakfast, sweetheart. tell me something with actual food."
you nuzzle closer to his chest. "avocado toast? and i got blueberries from the store yesterday."
"perfect." he says. "can i make your toast for you?"
"do you want to?" you ask with a stupid smile on your face. god, you're falling in love.
"of course i want to." he says. "okay, breakfast game, you'll sit on the counter and tell me where everything is as i prepare our toasts."
he lifts you quickly, you can see his eyes properly now that you're almost the same height.
you part your legs instinctively, your eyes on the ground. remus stays right there, standing in front of you with your thighs under his big hands. you want to kiss him like this so badly. you wish you can ask him without getting shy but it feels impossible for now.
"what's that?" he asks, his head following every move of yours. "what's with the pout, angel girl?"
are you pouting? you don't realize. you wanna kiss him.
"kiss?" you whisper. remus smiles. you blush. he kisses you, his lips move against yours delicately. his morning kisses are perfect, there's no rush, they are simply slow and passionate. he rubs the soft flesh of your thighs, you follow his lead on kisses.
he breaks the kiss this time. "we gotta eat something or else i'm gonna faint."
you kiss him for one more second. "it's okay, i'll take care of you."
"yeah?" he asks against your lips. "such a tempting little thing you are, and it's only 9 am."
your cheeks heaten up again but it's nothing unusual now. remus looks at you with barely open eyes, you swallow. he takes a step back, taking the mug he had in his hand earlier.
"coffee?" he asks, like he hasn't played with your heartbeat seconds ago. you manage to nod.
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Do you think PTM!Jade would have some sort of size kink?
I’m like, hella frickin short (5’1) and Jade is a fricking MONSTER to me (in terms of height and build) and god forbid I’m gonna have to crane my neck just to look at his face 😭
But what about from Jade’s point of view?
The prefect’s a literal shrimp in size, which makes him want to capture them in his arms even more. Every time he sees them scurry around, it makes him just wanna CHOMP on their neck, lock them in his room and—
Well, ykno hehe
BUT SHDJSJXJS JUST THE THOUGHT OF IT IS MAKING ME BLUSH SO BAD— JADE IS JUST SO TALL AND DEVIOUS AND HEAVEN HELP ME—
shorty squad let's go!!!
I personally think that it can either go one of two ways, and it's not limited to PTM, I personally think this can be applied to Jade and the rest of the trio in general. :
First way: massive size differences in the sea are common enough that most people end up with someone at some point who is massively smaller/bigger than them. It's relatively normal so there's no real kink to develop cause it's just a matter of fact for them.
Second way: Yes lol. It's not just the size that gets to him, it's how vulnerable you are. You are so small, weak even, you need someone to protect you! He does have a bit of a prey drive around you, to be honest...he and Floyd both do around the smaller classmates on campus. But with you, it's a bit more. It's not just the vulnerability and the prey drive, but also the knowledge that you trust him to not harm you.
After all, he's not only much bigger than you, but much stronger, much sharper, and yet ever so positively in love with you. He'd never want to harm you, maybe spook you a bit with a snap of his jaws against your ear, just to see the way your chest rises as you gasp in surprise and your pupils dilate. He wants to trace his claws and see the goosebumps on your skin. He just wants to see you cry out, maybe a bit in pain and a lot in pleasure, as he tries to fit himself in you. He wants to make sure you depend solely and whole on him and him alone, as selfish as that might be.
But he deserves to be a bit selfish, doesn't he? He's always ready to serve everyone else, to be made into a wallflower, and to be seen as the ever dutiful right-hand man. But you're his, his to hold to know to clutch to his body to the point that he might mold your bodies into one to make the idea of being alone but a foreign concept. He knows how to handle something fragile. He knows how to make you feel loved and revered, and only he knows the limits to your mind and body. He's not known for being a gentle man. Polite, yes, benevolent, debatable, cunning, absolutely. But gentle? That's rare, even when comparing Jade to his brother.
He can't trust someone else to be gentle with you in the way you need, or to be just rough enough to make you scream. So, back to your question, yes, he does. He loves the size difference, because he gets to live with the fantasy of simultaneously indulging in his more sadistic and protective sides. Jade gets the privilege of you, inside and out, and he gives himself to you for the same purpose. Only you, romantic as it is exhilarating, no?
#mochi asks#twst#twisted wonderland#jade leech#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#jade leech x reader#suggestive#i feel like i was going somewhere with this#and then it stopped but I feel like you'll understand the vibe and idea i had with this#alsmdalksmdlmemcwe#anyways jade leech would adore a size difference no matter the way it goes tbh
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hear me out... what if we combine some of the thoughts? stepbro! patrick who finds out that you've been posting videos of yourself online. every night going to some porn site to jerk himself out. using the videos to imagine different things to do to you until he finds an account that really scratches that itch inside of him. she looks like you. this solo pornstar he's found and he finds himself stalking each video you post. leaving a multitude of comments and feeling a rush of adrenaline when you respond to them. but then he starts to notice something - your walls look familiar. the posters you have on them, the paint color, and in fact so does what you're wearing. he realizes that the girl in the videos doesn't just look like you. she is you. immediately he's full of different thoughts and ideas. after he finally comes down from the realization (and also drains his balls to the copious amount of content he has for you) he makes a plan.
he comes into your room one night, stifling through your stuff as you protest it. when he finds the camera hidden in your closet he turns around with that classic patrick smirk. "you planning on becoming a star?" he asks softly. you look at him confused but also concerned knowing nothing good happens when patrick gets that look. "a pornstar, i mean," he says with a grin. you can't even protest before he's shaking his head. coming closer and closer to you. "i know about your account. found it weeks ago. don't worry, i'm not gonna tell. didn't realize it was you at first but then i recognized the room. you know, that's the bad thing about not showing your pretty face. anyone could see it and fuck themselves to the videos. know i did."
he gets almost a sick satisfaction while telling you. watching the color drain out of your face. the way your breathing picks up. the look on your face as your mind can't decide if you're disgusted or turned on by his confession. he tells you that he wants to help you. so much so that he wants to star in your videos too. you'll get really popular then if your audience can watch you get your brains fucked out by some guy. he expects you to need a minute but you say yes almost immediately. your mouth dry from the anticipation and it's that night that you both film your first video. camera pointed down at you with your face barely out of camera while patrick fucks you from the back. hands gripping your hips rough enough to make bruises while he splits open your pussy and you babble out. its easy to pick out the titles when patrick runs his mouth the whole video - "mmm, yes, such a fucking slut wanna show the whole world how you take your stepbrothers cock? can't even keep it a secret."
it only takes a month of uploading videos together for a company to reach out with an offer to provide better cameras and a paycheck.
-☕
despite what you post youre a good girl, really. you were kind and sweet and got good grades all throughout school. you tried to make nice with your stepbrother even though he got under your skin all the fucking time, like that time he threw a party when your parents were out but wouldn't let you dance with robby dickenson. like, what the fuck? "he just wants you to suck his cock because his girlfriend wont".
"maybe im fine with that."
"im not."
and that was that. he always got his way. thats when it started, you're pretty sure. a sorta fuck you to patrick, and also a way to rebel in a way. your first video had been you deepthroating a didldo you'd bought. you didnt know what it would become, just that you loved every second of it. the camera filming you, the lewd act of filling your mouth for a bunch of people to fuck themselbes too. it felt wanton and dirty. it was empowering.
so your fear of patrick finding out wasn't that he'd found out, per say. you were more afraid of him taking this from you. you weren't shocked by his admission, but you were by how much it turned you on. you'd sunken alot further into the pits of depravity than you'd thought. good girls didnt fuck their stepbrothers. good girls didnt get dry in the mouth at the sight of his thick cock bobbing free. good girls didnt pull up their shirts because he'd asked them to, straddling your chest with the camera angled at your chest. "pull your tits out, show big brother those hot little nipples."
and you do, you show him, you show everyone who will be watching and you do it eagerly. you should snap at him not to call himself your big brother, but in reality the acknowledgement of what he was, of how bad you were being just made you all the more wet.
"you're not a good girl at all, are you," he asks, zooming in on the peaks of your nipples. reaches down to roughly palm one of the bouncy little tits in his hand. "always so tight lipped and quiet. you know my friend, art? he just thinks you're shy. wonder what he'd think if he knew you were shoving things up your pussy for old pervs onine to rub off to."
hes one of those pervs. but you dont say that. instead you push your chest out, bite your lip and look up at him with wide pleading eyes."no im good, big brother, i promise."
he spits out a quiet fuck under his breath. you cant stop eyeing the thick length of him between his thighs, dripping and hard and you want your mouth around him you dont care how wrong it is, you want him filling your throat and yanking your hair and calling you all sorts of names.
he makes you prove it. the camera doesnt spend long at all in his hand, eventually tossed shakily on your bed and you have to reach for it yourself, pull it close to your face as you're oushed and pulled and groped like a ragdoll, on your stomach as patrick palms at your ass.
"wanted to fuck you for so long."
"then do it."
there's alot of talk in the comments of the video when its posted, talk about the stepsibling talk being a nice little touch, some want to know if the man has an account of his own, videos of himself. they like the way he fucks you. hard and demeaning, slapping his hips off your ass with the force of his pounding cock in your cunt. they like the way he talks to you, "tight little fucking cunt,gonna fill it everyday. when i come home sweaty from practice you're gonna be a good little sister and spread your legs for me, let me at that pussy. gonna sneak in here every night, fuck you full of cum even if you're sleeping."
instant hit.
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wanna overstimulate hot nerd anton while he tries to tutor me 😓 imagine threatening him that you won't pay him unless he finishes reading a whole paragraph to you while you jerk him off and overstimulate him :') he'd struggle so much to try and teach you, but your hand just feels soooo good and sticky, the build-up of cum due to his previous releases making the experience more enjoyable ☹️ he lets out shaky sighs and whimpers as try to read to you, using his pen to point to the problem he's teaching you about while clutching on it so hard that it could definitely break ughehebbshwns sobbing, i need him!!!! been so deep in anton shit lately 😓
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yk i love sub anton…this has me😵💫😵💫😵💫 also i LOVED writing this omfg, don’t mind the rushed ending lol
watching anton struggle would be so cute :( he would stop reading to look at you, his eyes teary from the amount of times you’ve made him cum already. “y/n, please,” he breathes out, his voice shaky. “can’t focus…” you tighten your grip slightly, stroking him slowly as his body shudders. “finish the paragraph, anton,” you tease. he swallows hard, eyes going straight back to the textbook, pointing at where he’s reading. every word he reads is punctuated by shaky moans. his breathing becomes more ragged with each passing second, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as you continue to stroke his cock. “please y/n, don’t think i can anymore,” he whimpers, his voice filled with desperation. “you have to,” you say softly yet firmly, your hand now moving faster. “or no money.”
anton takes a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to keep going. as he continues, his voice breaks into moans each time you quicken your pace. his tears fall down his face, mixing with the sweat from feeling so overwhelmed. he grips the pen tighter, knuckles turning white as he tries to refocus on reading. his voice cracks with each word as his body trembles, biting his lip to keep control. “good boy, keep going,” you whisper, simultaneously encouraging and demanding him. his t-shirt clung to his body from how much he was sweating, his glasses fogging up. the attempts to focus were now useless; he could only think about your hand wrapped around his big cock. “almost there, pretty boy. you can do it,” you whisper in his ear.
he barely finishes the last sentence of the paragraph before he cums, making a mess all over your hand. his grip on the pen loosens, falling onto the desk. tears of relief run down his face again as he collapses onto the desk, panting heavily. you stroke his hair, soothing him from the overstimulation. “did so well, anton. such a good boy,” you whisper softly. “th-thank you,” he replies, eyes still glistening with tears. you couldn’t wait until your next tutoring session, you needed to have him like this again, he was too cute.
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The Exception (Max Verstappen x y/n)
Summary- 4 times Max let y/n get away with whatever she wanted and 1 time he didn't.
I just have so much love for maxie and I wanna show it so it came out as this. Hope you like it!! I hope maxie is only loved tbh
Max was very young when he had moved to a Netherland. If someone asked him when it was, he'd probably never be able to tell. But he could tell you about the annoying neighbours he had growing up. Yes, he did spend most of his time karting and didn't have the time at home or in school like normal kids his age would but the fleeting moments spent at that house in Netherland left behind fond memories that he can look back and only because of a certain little girl with chubby cheeks and two identical braids on either side of her head who had made quite a place in his life. Jos wasn't very happy with Max wasting his time entertaining those kids but he couldn't do much when the children's father was a tall bulky man who could take Jos out in one punch, insisted on letting the kids play together. The tall man had 3 kids Max noticed when he had dinner at their place for the first time; the oldest being the girl who we mentioned before followed by 2 younger brothers who seemed to love karting. They asked Max so many questions about it that they got scolded by their mother for ruining dinner for everyone but Max thought was cute because the youngest couldn't even pronounce karting but had a lot to say. Every time he would spend time with his neighbours, it would always be with the 2 young boys who wanted to learn how to kart better and become like Max like the younger one put it. Even now it makes Max laugh reminiscing about those days. They never really made it professionally though.
2008
Max and the 2 boys were playing around when their older sister asked if they would like to join her for a session of afternoon tea with Mr Whale and Miss Teapot. The brothers made a face of disgust and ran away from her, dejected she turned around when Max agreed. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She quickly dragged him into her room and had him sit next to Mr Longneck, the giraffe. An hour later Max was found in Y/N's room with two pigtails if you could call them that on the top of his head, a tiara and the prettiest necklace Y/N owned. Looking at himself in the mirror he couldn't help but laugh. Y/N on the contrary looked pleased with her handy work. She thanked him for being a good and compliant customer and to come back again if he ever wanted to look pretty. It wasn't easy to get Max to do what you wanted except he couldn't say no to her puppy eyes. She even gave him a drawing of him in his kart saying that it would bring him good luck since she couldn't be there and placed her favourite bracelet on his hand.
If Y/N was to ask him about the bracelet, Max would say he lost it as soon as she gave it to him, but deep down in the watch drawer of Max's Monaco apartment sat a brightly neon pink bracelet with Y/N’s initials.
2014
Y/N had started highschool and remained the annoying self Max had come to love. Her over the top demeanor and affection to screaming at the top of her lungs whenever she spotted Max never failed to make him smile. Having joined Formula one this year, meant Max was way to busy to be home but Y/N seemed to never forget to text him regularly. She would ask him to get autographs of other drivers or souvenirs from different countries. It was a regular race weekend when Y/N texted Max asking him to explain how the engine in a go kart worked. In a split second Max was on call with her asking "why she needed that?" to which she replied "I'm doing a project on that. I even made a small scale replica of your cart Look here!!!" She exclaimed. "I just need to shrink you and place you inside it" Y/N laughed. Max told her not to worry and that he would text her the details in a hour or so. Actually it took a couple hours and Y/N was starting to get agitated and called him back. Max replied with a almost done and smiled at her. He had literally written her entire report for her and sent it to review. Y/N almost screamed when she saw the assignment. She thanked Maxie for doing this for her and that she owed him her life. Max was just happy to be of help, he told himself more than he told her because who stays up till 5 in the morning on a race weekend doing someone else’s project.
He kept the small scale replica of his Kart on the mantle above the fireplace if anyone wanted to know what happened to the kart.
2018
Y/N was freshly 18, so getting drunk was the only thing on her agenda. On a night out, she was so drunk that no one could get her to move because she wanted her Maxie and would only leave with Maxie, she enunciated. Her friend was able to open up Y/N phone and thankfully find a Maxie in her favourite contacts. She called the number to be met with a groggy but worried voice. "Hi! This is Y/N's friend Kate speaking. Am I speaking with a....maxie?" she said tentatively. Max let out a sign while rubbing his eyes, "Yes, this is Max speaking." "Can you come pick Y/N up?" She asked hesitantly followed by, "She won't leave with anyone but you apparently." Max was already out of bed and near the door when he said "I'll be there in 10, where are you guys at?" She sent him the location and waited for 'maxie'. Nothing could've prepared them for this. They had thought Maxie was a friend, a boyfriend maybe even a neighbour; they did not think Maxie was Max Verstappen, F1 driver for Redbull racing. He apologised for the inconvenience and crouched down to Y/N level who seemed to have realised that he was here. She cupped his cheeks and giggled while turning his head to the crowd of people standing, "Look, this is my Maxie." Hearing Y/N say my maxie made his heart beat faster then it should've, he admits but that girl had a tight hold on his heart and he couldn't really do much about it. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Max asking him to carry her since her legs felt like mush. Max gladly carried her back to his car, as he fastened her seat belt she asked him to take her back to his place since her parents would probably disown her if she come in drunk for the 6th time this week. Max looked shocked and asked her to stop drinking so much since it wasn't good for her. All Y/N could mumble was that the alcohol made the pain in her heart bearable. This broke Max's heart. Who would dare hurt his precious little angle, if he met that guy he was so dead, Max thought. Little did he know that guy was the one driving her back home.
Y/N was a nuisance when drunk, she reminded him of the little girl he had befriended when he moved here. She wouldn't listen to anything he asked her to do that night until he agreed to let her do make up on him which he would gladly agree to, real or not.
2022
Y/N had recently graduated and was looking for a place to stay. It was one of those nights after a fruitless apartment hunt Y/N facetimed Max. He looked very comfortable in his sim racing chair in his luxurious apartment in Monaco having moved recently. "Maxie" the younger girl sighed. "Meisje, what's the problem?" came a concerned voice. "I can't seem to find a decent apartment, I've been at it for months now." she said. Max offered to help her find the right place and Y/N started listing out all the things she wanted in her apartment which was sounding a lot like Max current apartment which was true, that was Y/N's dream apartment currently; after seeing it a couple months ago when she had visited him as a housewarming surprise and even held a party for him. "You can move to Monaco, the house you're looking for is here" Max said. After a long pause Y/N replied with a chuckle, "I don't make formula 1 money. I'm too broke to afford a house here. In Monaco, I'd have to sell my organs to afford a place there." As if it was the most obvious thing, Max offered her to stay at his place and look for a job here.
The allure of Monaco was too much and Y/N was able to thankfully find a job there so that she wouldn't be completely dependent on Max which he wouldn't have minded. Max never let her pay rent, he'd always tell her to cook good food and that was rent sorted.
2023
It was the night of the Abu Dhabi grand prix. Max had just won his third WDC so him and his friends decided to go out to celebrate, Y/N included. The night carried on as usual, Max not touching much of the alcohol since Y/N decided to down drinks like a thirsty person. She was now in the middle of the dance floor making herself familiar with Lando's crotch, much to Max's dismay. He made his way to her and led her away from Lando while she shouted at him to let her go. They were now stood in the quieter part of the club but you could still hear the music blasting. Y/N looked visibly annoyed at being taken away from the dance floor. "You are drunk, you'll regret it tomorrow." Max said. "That's for sober me to deal with. Drunk me just wants to forget about everything and having an eventful night with a guy would do just the trick." she said. Max winced at the words and held her arms so that she could steady herself. "I don't wanna feel like this," was this the alcohol giving her the confidence, "the guy I've been in love with for ages can't seem to see me as a woman. I've been trying for years now. If I walked out naked, I'm sure he wouldn't even be phased." she sounded dejected. "Any guy would want you, Meisje." Max whispered. "But not the one I do" she stepped closer, enough that their breaths mingled. The woman in front of him was driving Max mad, had she not been drunk he would've shown her how much any man would want her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes before saying, "He's so dumb, can't even see the woman in front of him." The statement felt oddly targeted. "You know, he's a 3 time world drivers champion and he doesn't even get that I love him so much." she said while looking into his eyes. "You're in love with me?" Max exclaimed. "I have been since the day you let me make pigtails on your hair but thanks for realising now." she replied sarcastically. "You're drunk, you don't know what your saying" Max replied. "Well, sober me would never tell you this but I love you Max Verstappen. So much that you make my heart beat faster and my chest swell when you look at me. I think about marrying you and having a family with you, but you think I'm joking." she declared. Max couldn't help but smiled, "Tell me all of this in the morning when you're sober so that I can tell you that I love you too schat and then I can finally kiss you." "You can kiss me now" Y/N made a kissy face and eagerly leaned in. Max shook his head and carried her back to the hotel room.
Y/N indeed remembered everything and the first thing she did even though she wreaked of alcohol was finally kiss those soft pink lips.
this is just brain rot at this point. hope you liked it
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billy loves it when you sit in his lap
fem reader x billy the kid
Every second Billy could get, he’d have you on his lap.
Every time you were out, at the saloon, maybe, and you’d sit down in the chair next to him, he’d click his tongue in mock disappointment.
“The chair, baby? Really?” he put his big hands on your waist, lifting you up and over the chair arm with ease, settling you firmly on his thighs. “When my lap’s right here?”
According to him, it was the only seat for you. Even if he was in the midst of a card game, he’d wave you over, holding his cards with one hand so he could keep one arm around you.
You’re perched on his thigh, knees slotted between his. His hand was splayed out on your tummy, subconsciously holding you as he played his game. He'd nudge a kiss against your temple every now and then, letting you know he remembered you were there.
It wasn't even just in public that he insisted on it. Every time he came home from work, Billy'd sit on the nearest chair and tug at you until your bottom was resting on his thighs, asking about your day.
You'd laugh and lean against him, so your back was encased by his chest. "I answer the same every time."
"Still wanna hear it, sweet girl," he chided gently, kissing you on your cheek with a loud smack! "C'mon, what'd you do?"
Giggling, you gave him a half-baked answer. "Chores."
"Baby..." he playfully bit your neck.
"Okay, okay!" you laughed, giggling at him. "I worked in the garden for a long while and read a little bit."
"There ya go," he squeezed your bottom. "Much better, pretty."
Sometimes you'd try to wriggle off, sure his legs must be falling asleep, but he'd pull you right back, spreading his legs slightly so it'd be more comfortable. "Ain't no movin' sweet thing."
"Billy, this can't be comfortable..." you tried to get up again.
"'S plenty comfy, pretty, stay here," he wrapped his arms around your waist, ducking to kiss at your neck. "Always want ya on m' lap. Whenever I can getcha."
He loved kissing you that way too.
Billy would come home after a long day of work and stride through the door in search of you. If you weren't already in the bedroom, he'd haul you over his shoulder and take you there despite your laughing. "Earned some kisses after today, sweet girl."
Depositing you on the bed, Billy sat with his feet planted on the ground and tugged you to straddle him, letting out a little groan when he felt your bottom hit his thighs. "Been waitin' for that all day."
He'd waste no time locking his lips with yours, taking your bottom one between his teeth because he knew it'd make you shiver. You'd slide your hands over his shoulders and press your chest against his, making him mumble against your lips. "M' baby...always know just how t' make me feel good."
Even in the afterglow he'd keep your legs spread over his, stroking your bare back as he laid against the headboard or on his back. You'd be lying with your cheek smushed against his chest.
"'m a lucky man baby," he whispered one of these nights, his nose pressed into your hair. "Got you all soft 'n sweet in m' bed."
"And I'm lucky you're here for me to use as a seat all the time," you said cheekily, and he huffed a laugh, hugging you close to him.
"Sweet lil' thing," he murmured. "Love ya more'n anything...don't think anything deserves it more."
#billy the kid#billy the kid x reader#billy the kid fanfiction#billy the kid x you#william h bonney x reader#william h bonney fanfiction#billy the kid 2022#billy the kid imagines#william h bonney x you#william h bonney imagines#milliesfishes billy#milliesfishes imagines
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little drabble while i go back and forth between longer fics <3
jason todd x reader
Brown leather comes up over charcoal kevlar when Jason pulls his jacket into place. He shrugs it on before bending over and adjusting the kick pads fastened to his boots. You watch from your seat on the edge of the bed. You watch your lover conceal himself piece by piece. The tight fabric molds over his scarred body like a second skin.
You chew the inside of your cheek as a way of dealing with your frayed nerves. This feeling was becoming a constant in your life. Every night he went out, every morning he came back bloody and bruised. It was getting to the point where being calm brought on anxiety because it didn't feel right.
Swallowing hard, your eyes stay locked onto him as he goes through his routine. When he turns around, his gaze lands on you. In an instant, he knows something's wrong. He'd only been back for a little while but dying hadn't stripped him of his talent for reading your emotions.
"What's the matter, doll?" he asks.
You shake your head and shrug, trying to communicate that it was nothing without saying it was nothing. Because it was something and your voice would betray that with one syllable.
He seems to understand regardless and approaches you. His hand finds its place under your chin and guides your face upwards to look at him.
"C'mon, you know you can tell me anything," he says softly.
"I just… I don't want you to go," you say, the words coming out close to a whisper, "I hate that you still go out there every night. I just got you back. I don't wanna lose you again."
His expression grows more tender. He sits on the bed next to you and pulls you into his lap.
"Oh baby…" he coos.
You're engulfed by his frame. It seemed even bigger since he came back. Your head sinks to its preferred spot on his shoulder against his neck while his palm sweeps up and down your back. These little techniques to soothe you had become apart of a routine performed as often as him getting ready. It never led to him actually staying home though. The lust for revenge that coursed through his veins was practically coded into his dna. He'd still head out as soon as your emotions had settled, but he never passed up a chance to take care of you.
"You're not gonna lose me again, sweetheart. No way," he whispers and kisses your temple. His large body sways back and forth a bit with you in his lap. "I would never let that happen. No one's taking me away from you. I'll be out for a little while, but you know I'll come back in the morning."
You nod reluctantly and run an exhausted hand over your face.
"That's right," he murmurs before landing another kiss, "I'll be back before you wake. You'll fall asleep and then when you open your eyes I'll be there waiting for you."
You nod again and slide your arms around him to give one last lingering hug. He returns it, his grip much tighter than yours. A final kiss later, and he's up. You're placed on the mattress before he crosses the apartment and grabs the remaining piece of his persona. The sleek red of his helmet replaces the shaggy black hair you love so much. The vacant white of the mask covers the pools of turquoise in his eyes.
"Love you, baby," he says in parting before heading out the window into the night.
#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd imagine#dc imagine#dc x reader#red hood x reader#red hood x you#red hood x y/n
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everyone adores you (at least i do)
pairing: sam x reader
wc: 1.1k
tags: CHEEEEESY cheesy cheesy puppy love, mutual pining, sam is PATHETICALLY down bad, pre-relationship, abigail and sebastian mentioned, friends to lovers
synopsis: if it were up to sam, he'd spend every second of everyday at your side.
a/n: in all of my other sam fics, its reader embarrassingly in love with him...he gets a taste of his own medicine here lol!
With vanilla ice cream melting and dripping down your fingertips, coarse sand underneath you and the salty ocean waves lapping at your feet; you are a child again, sitting with your grandpa at the docks, watching as he reeled in a ‘big one’. Filling his bucket with loads and loads of fish.
Those days are far gone now, but the memory remains, as clear as the day you remember it. The feeling is nostalgic, sleepy in the way your senses are dulled by syrupy thick contentment. Beaches at sunset have that effect on you, you suppose.
“This is fun,” Sam says, tone lacking its boisterous loudness, you almost don’t hear it over the sound of crashing waves. “I had a lot of fun today, farmer.”
Your eyes flicker to him, his green gaze dead-set on the peachy golden sky, the taste of sea salt mingling with sweet ice cream heavy in your tongue. The sea breeze is cold, whipping against your face and running through your hair.
“I did too,” you agree. “Y’know, I don’t get a lot of off time with the farm and stuff. This is a nice change of pace.”
He smiles, that sunshine smile you’ve come to associate with Sam. “I caught you at just the right time then, huh?”
You shrug, your own smile mirroring his. “Auspicious.” He did.
The sun is setting, the day is coming to a close yet Sam wishes it wouldn’t, silently pleading with any higher being to somehow stretch time. He is barely a religious person, but the weight of his want is enough to transcend his own beliefs. Every second with you barely feels like enough; like sand slipping through his fingers.
One thing’s for certain, Sam isn’t going to just let it end here.
“We should hang out like this again,” Sam says, a little hurriedly, captured all in one breath. Shy and tentative, like a bashful child with a school crush. “Uh, I mean, do you? Wanna? Hang out with me?”
You can barely suppress a delighted chuckle from slipping past your lips, your chest warming with fond affection. “I’d be more than happy to. Yoba knows I need a break or two or I’ll actually explode,” you huff while Sam hums in agreement. “We can even invite Abigail and Sebastian… so can demo that new song for me, I see you all working very hard when I visit sometimes.”
He should be happy to hear that; that you’d be more than happy to spend your precious off time with him out of all people. You and him, him and you, Sam and the farmer. Your name connected to his with ‘and’, it makes him giddy, causes his cheeks pinken and pinken.
Just the two of you, though. Sure, he loves his friends, Abby and Seb have been with him since day one. But it feels out of place—
(Sam, Sebastian, Abigail and the farmer doesn’t have that ring to it…)
“Yeah, I—I dunno, it’s just…”
The unfiltered truth is stupid, at least to him. Vincent is far too young for some of the things Sam longs to say. There’s a reason Abby and Seb hang out under his nose, he won’t blame them, they have their own secrets he isn’t privy to—too serious, too dull for him.
(And now with you, he thinks you might just be the one he can share his own secrets with. Because even he has his own serious, dull thoughts. Thoughts that he doesn’t want brushed away with a snarky remark or a sarcastic laugh.)
“I kinda like that it’s just the two of us?”
His voice sounds unsteady, squeaky. Trailing off at the end, lost in the sound of water crashing at your feet. Phrasing his statement into a question that you could deny, that you could easily brush off—because if you did, he would too.
(It would be a bummer if you did though, but Sam is cool with that, chill with any decision you make. Really, he totally is.)
You grin, bumping your shoulder against his, your ice cream is dripping down, down, down your knuckles. Once your skin meets his, you don’t pull away, you press closer and closer to his side. Leaning your head against his sunburnt shoulder—but he barely registers the sting—and your arm against his own. It’s a pleasant weight, having you against him—grounding and tethering him to you.
“I do too. Like it, I mean. I think I get to see so many other sides to you, Sam. Without the others and all that.”
Sam feels his breath hitch, his cheeks flush even pinker even with the sunburns. “Woah, phew, I mean—awesome… When, when do you think we can meet next?”
You tilt your head, running calculations through your mind. You’re very busy on that farm, he knows; but Sam can’t help but keep his hopes up, you’re fun company. Maybe the best he’s had yet.
“I know I won’t have enough time until my melons are ready for harvesting—and don’t you dare try making a joke about that,” you smile, wide and cheeky. Right as Sam readies an innuendo at the tip of his tongue; it makes his blood pump faster and his breathing stutters at the thought of you knowing him so well.
“So how about this?” you propose slowly. “We spend one day every month doing all the stuff we wanna do, together. just you and me—fun right? I’ll even sleep a little earlier the night before.”
Sam bites into his ice cream—chocolate and your treat, at your insistence—though he isn’t quite sure if the immediate smile on his lips is due to its sweetness, or yours.
He leans closer into you, resting his head on top of yours, strands of your hair tickling his lips. Lowering his voice into a whisper so only you can hear.
(The secret is that you make Sam want. Want, want, want like he’ll never get sick of it. He hoards these stolen moments with you so greedily yet wants more.)
“…two days, two days each month.”
He feels your body shake with the strength of your laughter, warmth swirls all throughout his body, tingling wherever your body brushes against his own. Sam finds that he likes the feeling, the buzz of it—it’s addicting.
“Yeah, alright then,” you reply, mirth dripping from each and every word. “two days. We have a deal. Better?”
“Yeah,” he turns back to face the water, the ocean spray misting his face. “Yeah, a lot better. That does sound fun.”
Anything sounds fun when it involves you.
#key's-vault#sam x you#stardew valley#sdv sam#sam stardew valley#sdv#x reader#sam x reader#sdv writing#sam x farmer#stardew sam#sam stardew#sam sdv#stardew#stardew farmer#sdv sam x farmer#stardew valley fanfic#stardew valley fandom#stardew fanfic#stardew fandom#stardew writing#stardew valley writing#writers on tumblr
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06/06-07/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Guz Khan; Vico Ortiz; Gerard Butler; SaveOFMDCrew #NeverLeft; AdoptOurCrew #SpeakUpMax; Voting: Tell Tale Awards; Voting; British Podcast Awards; Articles; FYC Emmy Nominations; In Person Meeting: Midwest Retreat for Wayward Pirates; Vianton Week; Jeopardy; Fan Spotlight; LoveNotes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;
== Rhys Darby ==
Rhys is out at To 29 and Beyond!
Source: Outpost 29 Palms Instagram
== Taika Waititi ==
Just a Taika, wearing a Taika (the drink company) Hat. Not gonna lie, I kinda want one now that we are all Taika.
Source: Taika (the company) Instagram
And then there was the BTS for Rita's new music video. You can see the video here:
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Some screen grabs from it:
== Guz Khan ==
Guz was out doing a live podcast with Adan Buxton tonight!
Source: Guz Khan's Instagram
== Vico Ortiz ==
Vico got a hair cut and wanted to share with us the before and afters <3
Source: Vico's Instagram
== Samba Schutte ==
So Samba did some hand modeling! But was a bit surprised it was for a leprosy commercial. Very good cause though <3 Thanks Samba
Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram
And Samba sending some love to Soprano's Deli out in LA!
Source: Samba's Instagram
== Damien Gerard ==
Our Father Teach sending more baby cat pics.
Source: Damien Gerard's Instagram
== SOFMD Crew #NeverLeft Video ==
Our crewmates over at @saveofmdcrewmates put together an informational video about the #NeverLeft campaign going on! It highlights the hypocrisy of Max and corporate pride. Please give it a watch! To learn more, visit their tumblr.
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Source: SaveOFMD Crew Youtube
== AdoptOurCrew - Speak Up Max ==
Our crewmates over at @adoptourcrew are sticking it to Max! Their new hashtag is #SpeakUpMax-- Please visit their Tumblr to learn more and learn facts about how Max has been reducing "the amount of diverse and inclusive media and entertainment content available it [their] customers." SpeakUpMax /SpeakUpMax Facts
Source: AdoptOurCrew's Tumblr
== Voting Reminders ==
= Tell Tale TV Awards =
Reminder! The second round of voting for the Tell-Tale TV Awards is open until June 9, 9pm EST! Please be sure to get your votes in every day! Vote here.
Source: @saveofmdcrewmates Tumblr
= British Podcast Awards =
Hey! More voting opportunities for our dear captain Rhys Darby! If you feel inclined, we'd love it if you'd vote for The Cryptid Factor on the British Podcast Awards to help out Rhys, Dan, and Buttons!
Source: @ ShellOFMD on Twitter
= More Under the Cut: Long Post is Long =
== Articles ==
The first article tonight has an amazing quote, I highly recommend reading it "Either way, it won't make up for David Zaslav not being hugged enough as a child".
== FYC Emmy Considerations ==
Wondering if your efforts are being noticed? Well so far I've seen Samba, and Con both sharing the Emmy4 graphics everyone's been sharing! Great job everyone! Our friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction have this handy calendar on how to keep pushing! Thank you so much crew for continuing to support our cast!
Source: Our Flag Means Death Instagram
== In Person Meet Ups ==
= Midwest Retreat for Wayward Pirates! =
Are you in the Midwest area of the US? Are you a fan of OFMD? Well good news! August 8th-11th at Camp Dewan in Burlington, WI will be hosting a Gay Pirate Summer Camp! Wanna learn more? Visit their website!
Source: @ lyndzi's Twitter / @lcwebsxoxo's Twitter
== Vianton Week ==
Hey! Did you know it was Vianton week from June 6th - June 13th? Sure it's not OFMD but as we all know it's a sister-fandom to OFMD so it's getting a highlight! Graphic and info provided by @ viantonweek on Twitter. PS: Happy belated Unholy Masquerade! (06/06)
Source: ViantonWeek Twitter
== Jeopardy ==
Hey! I bet we could answer this one! Thank you @ Stedecoded_ on twitter for the screencap! They were also kind enough to include the clip here:
https://x.com/stedecoded_/status/1799249795816829319
Source: @ stedecoded_
== Fan Spotlight ==
= Cast Cards=
More cast cards from @melvisik! The first, Jono Capel-Baker was the unfortunate groom who's wedding was interrupted by "The Devil and the Kids". Tonight's cast card is Amber Templemore one of the many directors on Our Flag Means Death! <3
Source: @melvisik's Twitter
== OFMPride Colouring Pages! ==
More Colouring pages by the very kind @patchworkpiratebear being shared by @adoptourcrew!
Source: AdoptOurCrew Tumblr
== Love Notes ==
Happy Frenchie Friday Lovelies! It's finally here! The weekend is here, and if you have the time off, please use it to have some fun and get some rest-- and if you don't, I'm sending so many hugs your way to get through the weekend work week.
One of the things that I love so much about this community is seeing so many of you showing yourselves bit by bit over the past many months. Some of you are brand new to the fandom, and some of you have been here for so much longer than many of us have. No matter when you started though, I've seen folks who we don't hear often start to speak up more. I see more and more people who stopped doing gifs/art/fics, or didn't do gifs/art/fics before suddenly sharing their stuff with the community.
It's so wonderful to see you bloom in and out of season, did you know that? Some of you don't feel comfortable putting yourself out there that much, but I see you like or reblog on various peoples blogs, or leave a comment here or there. Some of you have started really putting yourself out there bit by bit, in tags, in comments, posting meta, gifs, or fics, or artwork, or sometimes just sending lovely letters through @ofmdlovelyletters (which btw I love yall who run that so much you're such a stellar group and you drive kindness in this fandom to new heights).
Some of you are unapologetically loud and yourselves and I love that too. I love every beautiful level of the fans we have here coming in and out and participating and making this fandom such a wonderful place to be in. Every day I continue to marvel at the kindness, and supportiveness, and creativity of this crew... of all the wonderful things your minds come up with, and all the goodness you put into this world.
You all have really made my life so much better, and I can't thank you enough for that. I feel richer in mind and spirit because of you all and I'm so happy to get to share this time with you.
Thank you to every one of you who makes each day worth coming back for, even if we've never spoken, I hope you know you make all the difference. Love you crew, I hope you have the best of weekends and things are looking up, and if they're not, that they do soon.
== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==
Tonight's gifs are themed only in that I too want to look a bit more closely at Rhys' outfit.
Rhys gif by the glorious @ratchet and Taika Gif by the absolutely amazing @meluli!
Taika Gif Source: @meluli
#Youtube#ofmd daily recap#taika waititi#rhys darby#samba schutte#ofmd#our flag means death#guz khan#damien gerard#vico ortiz#ofmd cast#rita ora#vianton#adoptourcrew#adopt our crew#adopt our crewmates#longliveofmd#long live ofmd#save ofmd#sofmd crewmates#ofmd colouring pages
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I saw the camping date and I loved it but what about a the campers au auron and rook go on date but the kids pull it off.
Like the campers do team work and all together they make a nice nature date for there favorite camp counselor rook and get auron to get out of his office
( bonus points for a kid to try and sing a romantic song only to fail and angel just puts on jazz)
Help from some Cherubs and Cupids.
Auron already knew the kids and counselors were going to try something today. Charlie didn't look him in the eye when he asked the blonde if the others were planning something. So before he could poke a bit Casper popped out of no where saying the kids wanted to see him for a second.
Confused the older man out of the boys walked to the children's cabins where they all were sitting. Some of the little girls ran up to him and started to bombard him with questions about his relationship. Feeling a smile creep up on his face he asked the kids bluntly about the reason behind this.
"Yes, me and counselor Rook are together. Why do you ask children?" Looking down att eh kids they gave each other a cheeky grin.
"Have you gone on a date yet?" A brown haired kid asked, Josh, Auron recalled his name. The red head shook his head at the question. There wasn't a lot of time to go on a date this summer because if the Camp.
"But you have to go on a date! It's a rule when your in a relationship!" A ginger kid said giving Auron a serious look. Causing him to chuckle and cross his arms at the kiss who agree with Shelby, the ginger kid. Why are these kids to interested in his love life? Did Rook say something?
"Well I can't have dates because I need to look after all of you. Now go on its time for your activities to start. Be good for the other counselors okay?" The kids protested but with a soft stern look went to go do the activities. The first one being art's and crafts with Rook, if they can't get information out of him they'll have to do.
"Hey kiddos! Ready to paint pretty ro-" The partner of Auron was suprised when every small eyes snapped on them. They were flooded with questions about dates and if Auron ever took them on one. Rook sighed as the kids weren't listening so they decided to do something about it.
"If you hear me clap once!" They clapped a few followed, "If you hear me clap twice!" There was more this time, "If you hear me clap three times!" All of them clapped in unison with Rook. Now that was out of the way Rook told them all to sit down to paint the rocks.
"Now, I'm going to let SOME of you ask me a question so who ever I pick ask me a good one okay?" There was groans of protest but Rook gave a 'behave' look. There was one kid who decided to shoot one at them.
"Would you have a date in the forest here? Since you can't go to the city and have one?" Catching all attention the curiosity grew as little eyes locked on Rook again. Blinking the adult was confused on the question and before they could speak another counselor came by.
"Are y'all givin Rook here a hard time?" Asking Seth, the brown haired man looked at the kids. He was told by Auron to check on Rook since it seems the kids were rowdy today. Seth was wondering why but after hearing the question his thoughts were answered.
"No! Are we Mx. Rook?" Puppy dog eyes looked at Rook. And the adult sighed giving Seth a head shake, to not feed into it.
"Their fine, but they do need to start on their activity before they have to go to the next one." This caused the kids that did want to paint rocks go into gear. Hopefully the next patch of kids can get answers out of Rook.
Meanwhile in the canteen Boo was asked about how to make goods for a date. The baker cocked a eyebrow at the children lookin up at them.
"With love of course." Answering bluntly Boo asked one of them to pass them a whisk to stir their bowl with. One kid gave them a 'are you serious' look and Boo laughed at it. Sighing they decided to give a question in return.
"Why? Is there someone you wanna impress?" Smelling mischief in the sugary goodness they were making Boo gave a cheeky grin at the kids. Who looked at each other having. A silent conversation before getting Boo involved.
"We wanna help Mr. Auron and Mx. Rook have a date!" Roxanne answered a lil girl with pigtails exclaiming happily. But then gave a droopy look at she added to her statement. "But we don't know how to bake things. Also we don't know how to set one up too!" Feeling their heart soften for the kids Boo looked at one of the boys.
"Go get counselor Alphonse for me 'kay?" The black haired boy nodded and sprinted off. "If you kids wanted to do that y'all coulda just asked!" Placing a batch of cookies in the oven Boo yelled in the back to Lucien who was making lunch for the kids.
"OI BIG RED!" A head popped out looking at them.
"HUH?" Shouting back the taller man was confused.
"WERE HELPING THE KIDS GET RED HEAD AND MONARCH A DATE! COOK UP SOME FOOD FOR THEM WOULD YA?" The kids cheered at the words. Then ran off to go get the other adults in on it, why did they think of this before?
Word spread fast between the camp, the adults were pitching in when they could. Angel and Alphonse distracted Rook with helping them with the kids asking questions. Charlie and Casper was in charge of watching Auron, who didn't hear the commotion because if the paper work he needed to finish.
Boo and Lucien made the food for the date, Angel helped with the music, and Seth with Scout was able to find a clearing in the woods. Jack, Finn, Sunflower, and Buddy decorated the set up while the kids helped too. Star was picking out an outfit for Rook to change into and Faust was doing the same for Auron. Everyone was doing their part, but before everyone could finish Auron was suspicious of how quiet it was.
Seeing Auron come out of his cabin Charlie rushed to the others. Casper decided to try and stall their boss, so in a effort they decided to make up a lie.
"Auron I think the toilets clogged again." Pointing to one of the farthest bathrooms. Auron groaned at that didn't he JUST get them fixed last week? Grumbling he followed Casper who was behind him with keys. Meanwhile Charlie kicked everyone in overdrive with saying how Auron was on his way.
Some kids rushed off to where Casper was to help them, and the rest focused on making the clearing look perfect. Rook was cleaning up during all of this wondering where everyone went. But Star ended up running to them, causing a paint cup to spill all over their uniform. Glaring at the other counselor Star apologized.
"Here come to the cabin I have something you can wear!" Happy that their plan worked out Star dragged Rook into their cabin. Rook was confused on why they were getting into a dress but decided why not. When this was happening Auron was locked in the bathroom, a but annoyed he interrogated Casper.
"Casper, why the hell are you doing this? Unlock this door right now." Casper was twirling the keys and blew a raspberry at the door.
"Hhmm no! Not yet at least." Looking around they spotted the bluenette with a suit in his hands. Waving they ignored Auron hitting the bathroom door. When Faust finally reached the bathrooms they unlocked it and the younger brother chucked the cloths at him.
"Put that on or I'll tell Rook about your diary." Grinning Faust loved the surprised look he was given. Casper giggling before closing the door and Faust yelled through it. "Hurry up too Rook's waiting for you!" Grumbling was heard behind the door as Auron changed.
Rook being dragged by Star wondered why they were going into the woods. But gasped at the fairy lights and decorations they saw as they walked more into the trees. There was the kids all in fancy-ish clothing looking at Rook with wide eyes and smiles.
"Awe did our kiddos turn into Cherubs? This is so beautiful you guys!" Looking around Rook touched one of the flowers cascading down a tree. Then looking at the adults who gave them smiles and thumbs up. Before they could speak again a familiar voice was hear.
"-lock me in a BATHROOM then make me walk out of here in a suit? Why are we even....oh." Scolding turned into surprise as Auron looked at everything. Then seeing Rook in a outfit that suited them well, smiling at his partner he turn to the kids.
"So, that's why there was a lot of questions today huh?" The kids looked at him sheepishly. But one if them started to sing, it was Anna, a girl who wanted to become a singer.
"So this is love! Hmm hmm hmm so this is what makes life divine!" Humming out the other kids started to join. Giggling Rook walked to Auron and held their hand out. The red head got the hint, bowing slightly he gave a charming smile.
"May I have this dance?" Love filled his words as he brought Rook close to him. Both spinned around slowly as they danced to the song the kids sang. But then one coughed loudly, falling to the ground hacking up a lung.
"OH ARE YOU OKAY JOHN?" Rook asked panicked letting go of Auron to rush to the kid. He was a little boy around seven that had asthma, which caused the other adults to panic a bit.
"I'm...I'm fine I think I shallowed a fly! Eeewww!" Grossed out he spit on the ground, the other kids gagged at the thought. Angel quickly got their radio out of a bush and to fix the mood played a song from one of the stations. The couple after being told that really he was okay slipped back into their romantic aura again.
After dancing and holding each other the other adults ushered the kids away. It was turning into night time, and the kids have a set bedtime to adhear too. There was complains of 'I'm not sleepy!' And 'But I wanna see more!' All ended up in yawns as the kids tried to rub sleep from their eyes.
"Their good kid's aren't they?" Acknowledging Rook laid their head on Auron's shoulder. They felt a kiss on their forehead as they were guided to the small table with the food.
"They really are. Our own Cherubs, it's sweet they did this for us. I don't remember the last time we had alone time." Pulling out Rook's chair Auron pushed them in for the table. Then going to his side and sitting down, then both held each other's hands. It was nice, they finally had their own time away from the camp.
The night continued of Auron and Rook chatting, even enjoying the food Lucien and Boo made for them. Then Rook asked about the bathroom thing he was scolding Casper about before coming here. It was funny to hear after being annoyed that the plumbing might be fucking up again he got locked into he farthest bathroom from this clearing.
Rook laughed and Auron rolled his eyes, but he couldn't take his off of his partner. They look amazing, it made getting locked in a bathroom worth it, just so he can see them like this.
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I wanna hear more avatar headcanons! From the novels or just the avatars themselves! I loved reading your kavik and yangchen hcs 🥹🫶🏻
ahhh thank you!! i'm glad you like my random thoughts lol 🫶
here are a few more random thoughts i've been having that i just haven't quite made into posts yet (mostly yangvik because i love them but some other avatars as well):
yangchen is actually a terrible cook 💀 she's basically always had people taking care of her so she never really needed to learn! she can make a good cup of tea and that's about it. she regularly burns rice. she's also just generally bad at remembering to feed herself. kavik, who is a decent cook, is largely the only reason she remembers to eat
as for the other known avatars: kyoshi is by FAR the best cook. she's genuinely good at it. aang is a very close second. roku, kuruk, and wan are all average at it. korra has been banned from every kitchen in republic city
yangchen and kavik both strike me as people who really enjoy physical touch. they both really enjoy cuddling with each other, even before their relationship turns more romantic. acts of service is also a major love language for them
i also feel very strongly that they never used typical labels for their relationship. they usually referred to each other as their 'partner', occasionally 'lover', but most often just continued to use 'companion'. these vague labels frustrate scholars to no end, and today in the atla universe nobody can agree on the nature of their relationship. which is exactly how they wanted it lol, they were extremely private about their relationship
yangchen does have the iconic crooked smile that all the avatars share, but it only comes out when she's well and truly happy about something
her laugh is the same way. she has a very convincing fake laugh, as her real laugh is kind of 'ugly'. it's some kind of snorting, wheezing sound that kind of sounds like she's dying but is also absolutely adorable. yangchen hates it. kavik adores it, and will make an absolute fool of himself trying to hear it
yangchen is a massive, merciless flirt and takes great pleasure in seeing just how red she can make kavik's face turn. but on the rare occasion kavik gets enough confidence to flirt back, she turns into a total mess
pik and pak's favorite place to sleep is right on top of kavik's face
because of how hard she works herself, yangchen often falls asleep in the strangest places. if she's actually tired, she can fall asleep literally anywhere. it's simultaneously a superpower and a massive annoyance
a somewhat sad/bittersweet headcanon i have is that yangchen dies first. i've seen a lot of people saying that she lives to 150 but i can't find a source for that anywhere so i'm choosing to ignore it. yangchen has already watched too many loved ones die, she doesn't need to see kavik die before her as well. they both live very long lives, but kavik outlives her by a few years. after yangchen's death, he returns home to the northern water tribe
at one point, only a few months before his death, he is out for a walk when a little toddler wanders up to him all alone. he chats with him for a few minutes until the boy's parents find them and thank him for watching over their son. 'kuruk, what have we told you about wandering off like that?' the mother asks. the toddler waves goodbye, and kavik walks home feeling oddly contented. he never meets the boy again, and he dies well before kuruk is revealed as the avatar, but he feels a sense of peace from the interaction, knowing deep down that yangchen has made it safely back into the material world
when kavik dies, he wills his bone necklace to kuruk's family. they don't understand why until kuruk's sixteenth birthday. (SERIOUSLY THEIR NECKLACES LOOK ALMOST IDENTICAL ITS WILD)
that's all the thoughts i can scrape up off the top of my head, but i'm just generally thinking about avatar characters All The Time lmao. thank you for asking!!!
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I Want to Know What Love Is
ao3
Steve doesn’t know when it’ll stop hurting. Everyone says time heals all wounds. But it’s been three years and that feels like more than enough time for the Eddie-shaped wound to heal.
Why does it still hurt?
“Steve?” Robin’s quiet when she peers around the corner.
Steve’s sitting alone on their couch in the middle of the night, staring at the blank television screen, with tears slipping down his cheeks.
“You ok?” Robin slides in beside him, immediately wrapping her arms around him and tugging him in close.
“I don’t know what’s wrong.” He wipes the back of his hand across his cheek, and then hugs her closer. “I’m just feeling lonely, I guess.”
“You got me,” she tries to sound upbeat.
“I know,” he pats her arm. “Thank you.”
They sit together in silence, rocking in each other's arms. The darkness feels like a vice around Steve’s heart, squeezing him until he can’t breathe.
“I miss him,” he murmurs.
“I know,” she presses a kiss to his head. “You could probably call him. You know he’s not asleep.”
“I know but it’s not the same.”
“I’m sorry, bud.”
“I think I should’ve gone with him.”
He’s regretted letting Eddie leave for the west coast without him, pretty much from day one. But that guilt, fear, and obligation of protecting everyone still in Hawkins was too strong to let him tag along.
“You could still go.” Robin nudges his shoulder.
“He doesn’t miss me like I miss him. He’s probably fucking all kinds of groupies. Y’know, people can’t resist a rockstar.”
“Steve,” her tone is soft but sad. “Don’t do this to yourself. First, they’re not rockstars. Eddie has a day job. Second, you know he misses you. I can always hear him through the phone when he calls. The way he says your name. That man is still crazy about you.” She runs her fingers through his hair softly. “Call him.”
Steve sighs but doesn’t respond. He wants to believe her, but also can’t withstand getting his hopes up only to be devastated later.
He just needs more time.
“Eddie?”
Eddie’s pulled from his thoughts when his coworker Dale waves him down.
“Sup, man?” Eddie leans his arms along the bar, ducking his head under the hanging martini glasses.
“You think you can take my shift tomorrow? Rach has to go to the hospital. Her mom’s in for something with her heart. I gotta watch the kids.”
“Yeah, man. No problem.”
“Fuck, you’re the best. Oh my god that’s such a relief. Thanks. I’ll owe you one.”
“No problem. Hope everything is ok.” Eddie’s heart always tugs a little bit when he hears someone’s mom is sick.
“Sounds like it. They’re just keeping her to make sure.”
“Good, don’t worry about tomorrow. I got it.” Eddie slaps his palm on the shiny bar top and slides down to a new patron at the last stool. He sets a napkin in front of the man. “What can I get ya?”
It’s a quiet night in the bar. Slower than molasses quiet. He hates nights like this. Not only does it hit his pockets it gives him enough time to think. And time to think is bad for Eddie’s mental health.
He’s been in California for three years now and he’s not anywhere closer to making it big than when he showed up. The guys are getting over it. Tired of burning the candle at both ends and hearing ‘no’ at every single turn.
Plus…
He’s fucking lonely.
He has been trying so hard to get over Steve. When he first got to L.A. he was able to distract himself with a new place, a new job, a new dream, new surroundings everything, but that fizzled away quickly.
He’s avoiding the party scene. There’s a lot harder drugs being passed around than in Hawkins. And thanks to his dear old pops, he’s learned stay away from that shit. He doesn’t want to be a washed up rockstar before he even becomes a rockstar.
He pours the new customer a beer then goes back to organizing the receipts. His thumb is tapping mindlessly along to the music pumping from the jukebox, when the tune changes and he feels it in his heart.
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
Fucking, Foreigner. This song always reminds him of Steve and that night he, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle went out to the Robinson’s farm. A few six packs, some California Grade-A purple palm tree delight, and drunken karaoke style singing under the stars.
Steve was hanging off Eddie. His arm slung around Eddie’s neck while he sung his heart out into his beer can. Eddie couldn’t pull his eyes off the man. They hadn’t kissed yet. Hadn’t even acknowledged what was happening between them.
But under the August night sky of finally saved Hawkins, Indiana, Eddie Munson fell in love with Steve Harrington.
“You ok, man?” Dale suddenly appears to Eddie’s left, and Eddie has to clear his throat to hide the emotions trying to crawl up his throat.
“Mhm, I’m good. Fucking hate this song.” Eddie keeps his eyes pointed down because it would be painfully obvious he was lying otherwise.
Dale chuckles. “Yeah, hear that. Rach loves it. She belts it out whenever it comes on the radio and she’s in the kitchen.”
Eddie’s heart aches a little more at the idea that maybe Steve would do the same thing.
The phone behind the bar rings and Eddie jumps to grab it.
“Mickey’s.”
“Eddie?”
His heart drops to his feet because how could he know Eddie was thinking about him?
“Steve? Are you ok?” Eddie’s ears are pounding as he waits.
“I don’t know.” Steve sounds too sad for Eddie’s heart.
“Hold on, ok? I’m gonna take my break and pick you up back in the office. Ok? Just give me two minutes.”
“Ok,” Steve whispers.
Eddie presses the hold button and asks Dale to watch the bar, then races to the back room. His fingers fumble to pick up the phone as he drops into the ancient office chair.
“Stevie? What’s wrong?” Eddie’s heart is racing.
“Nothin’, really. I was- I was thinking about you. Robin said I should call.”
“I’m glad you did,” Eddie’s fingers wind through the phone cord anxiously. “Y’know what was playing on the jukebox? Just now?”
“What?” Steve’s voice sounds soft and fluffy.
“I wanna know what love iiiiiissss,” Eddie sings softly down the line. He hears Steve chuckle and it pushes him to keep singing. “I want you to show meeeeee.”
Eddie hears Steve take a shaky breath. “Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
“I miss you.”
Eddie can’t stop himself from smiling. “I miss you, too.”
“No-no you don’t understand.”
“What?”
“I miss you. I miss your smile. I miss your laugh. I miss poking your dimples. I fucking miss you. I should’ve gone with. I’m so stupid. I should’ve gone with you. And it’s too late and I miss you so fucking much. I’m sorry. Shit,” Steve clears his throat. “I shouldn’t have called you. I’m sorry. I’m a fucking mess. I’m sorry. I’m gonna go. Sorry for calling you at work.”
“Steve? Don’t hang up. Please. Don’t hang up.” Eddie rushes out. “Listen to me, don’t hang up.”
“Ok.”
“Stevie? Baby?” Eddie hears Steve whine at the pet name. “I miss you, too. I do. I miss the smell of your hairspray, and the way you crinkle your nose in the morning when your alarm goes off. I miss you and Robin giving me a hard time about my smoking. I hate it here, baby. Fucking California sucks. I miss the stars. But I miss you more. Don’t come out here. I wanna come home.”
He’s been thinking about it for months, waiting for his sign. If Steve calling him out of the blue, while Foreigner is playing on the jukebox, and tells him how much he’s missed him isn’t a clear sign then nothing will be.
“I love you, Steve. I never stopped loving you. I’m glad you didn’t come out here. You’d hate it and probably hate me because of it.” Eddie drags a knuckle under his eye.
“I love you, too. But I don’t want you to give up on your dreams. What about the band? What about The Garden?”
“They hate it here too. Gareth is a week away from quitting. I can feel it. Jeff has a girlfriend and a really good job that he’s not going to give up. It’s over. We tried. Music is different now. New decade means new sound. I wanna come home.” He takes a deep inhale and feels a million pounds lighter. “Fuck, I’d come home right now if I could. Sneak into your place and snuggle under your covers.”
“Yeah?” Eddie can hear Steve’s smile.
“Yep, scoop you up into my arms and kiss every single beauty mark across your skin. Fuck, I miss biting those two on your neck. Are they still there? Do they miss me?”
“You’re ridiculous. Yes they’re still there.”
“And??” Eddie leans forward in his chair.
“Yes they miss you,” Steve says quietly like he’s trying to hide his face.
“I knew it,” Eddie groans. “Tell them I’m gonna be home soon, ok? I gotta get back to work, baby. I’m gonna call you tomorrow and we can talk about it.”
“Ok,” Steve hums. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Eddie’s cheeks are hurting. He can’t stop smiling. “God, I love you. Fuck, that feels good to say. I love you, Steve Harrington. I fucking love you. Ok, I gotta hang up. Tomorrow. I’ll call you tomorrow. Ok?”
“Yeah. I love you, Eddie Munson. Night.”
“Bye, baby.”
Eddie slowly lowers the phone down before jumping to his feet and punching happily into the air. He spins around a few times before trying to collect himself and heading back to the bar.
Dale raises an eyebrow at him. “Everything good?”
“Yep, great. Everything’s fucking great.” He slaps the man on the shoulder and beams brightly at him. “You know what? We should play Foreigner again.”
Eddie bounces around the bar and giddily drops change into the machine. He punches in the corresponding buttons, leans against the device and waits for the music to fill the air. Dale watches amusingly from across the almost empty bar when Eddie starts to shimmy his shoulders to the music.
I've gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
Eddie can’t help himself and sings along. His chest is filled with too much joy to hold it back.
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I'm older
“Dude? What are you doing?” Dale yells across the room.
“I’m fucking singing, man. Someone still loves me back home. I’m fucking singing.”
Dale rolls his eyes fondly, shakes his head, and turns back to the bar.
Eddie doesn’t care.
He’s going home.
Steve still loves him.
He’s going home.
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random things i found EXTREMELY COOL about night springs DLC, in no particular order, just because i really wanna scream about it some more:
amazing. never felt safer and more confident trying to find the way <- gets lost in games constantly
hm, do you think i have enough ammo for this fight?
hehehehe CFR shape spotted
only remedy can pull off writing RPF about a COMPANY
THIS ARTWORK. if you know you know
lorem ipsum spotted
even these tapes make the hourglass/meeting triangles shape
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
have this screenshot of the different glyphs during episode 3 i quickly scribbled into my phone xD
more highlights include:
- added support for razer devices. really nice effects!
- hearing polaris' sound effect again was just. so sososo cool. the beginning of episode 2 in general. mwah chef's kiss
- TIM'S COMBAT MUSIC!!!!!!! IT'S SO QUANTUM BREAK SAM LAKE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
- "where's the line between fandom and fixation" i feel so seen
- "i was in a comic book... funny." hey tim can you say the second half of that sentence please, there's something missing there, hey come back, say it
- even MORE mixed media. a comic, ascii, choose your own adventure, a 2d pixel art shooter. all of this is, again, radiating the love that went into it
verdict: GREAT dlc, i give it a 665/100 (also yes i did indeed try entering 665 and 667 on every passcode thing and gate i found)
#alan wake#alan wake 2#night springs dlc#night springs spoilers#alan wake 2 spoilers#aight it's 5am the sun is rising and now i'm going to bed#i. have something to do tomorrow (today) but this had priority#games#remedy games#remedy connected universe#<- never has this tag felt more justified#long post
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Can you write a non-con about John Constantine?
sacrilege. john constantine x fem!reader. dub-con. porn no plot. overstimulation. unprotected rough sex. missionary. choking if you squint. love/hate relationship. john being an asshole. 1.2k words.
summery. he won’t let you leave, but perhaps you don’t want to either.
a/n. literally confused the terms and wrote dub-con instead. whatever i guess we ball. gifs. enjoy!💌
“open up the door,” your ex lover yelled from the other side. he wasn’t technically your ex. that’s how you labeled it every time the two of you had an argument. and just like every other time, you went back to your apartment for solitude.
“i don't wanna see you now,” you protested, pacing back and forth, banging on the wood present in the background.
“open the fuckin’ door or i’m breaking it down,” and knowing him, he would. it wasn’t your greatest decision to unlock it, but you weren’t about to let all your neighbors see the scandal of a show you and john made.
as soon as the lock clicked, he barged in your space, shutting the door behind and relocking it again. his tense body then shifted towards you, marching steps bringing his figure closer to you in a matter of seconds.
“cut it out,” you were struggling to break free from his embrace, hitting his chest with your hands as if you could do any damage, your body writhing.
he had enough of you.
john gripped your wrists together and locked them against your chest with his one hand, his other firmly gripping your jaw to keep you in place as he smashed his lips into yours. it wasn’t gentle, quite the opposite. his kiss was bruising, harsh. your poor attempts to turn your head the other way just made him tighten his fingers on your jaw, his other hand leaving circle-like marks on your wrists, hardening his grip more until you finally kissed him back.
you whined into his mouth, tears streaming down your face, leaving a salty taste in your mouth.
he broke the kiss to grab you by your forearms and push you on the bed, your back hitting the mattress and bouncing off.
you climbed back until you hit the headboard, trying to create as much distance as you could between you and john.
he stood in front of the bed, looking down at your curled up state before dragging you to him by your ankles, earning a shriek from you.
you knew it was useless to fight him, but you still gave it another try. just in case.
“get away from me!” you started kicking your feet at him like a child, making a fool out of yourself.
“calm down,” he snarled at you, getting angrier when you didn’t listen. you tried to shout with a silly hope of someone from the neighbors hearing you.
john quickly slammed his palm over your mouth, while his other hand pressed around your neck, not fully choking, but enough to make you scared for your life. “calm down unless you want something real fuckin’ bad to happen,” he voiced with a deadly whisper, his eyes almost black as you looked back at him like a pray.
something real fuckin’ bad, however, was what was between your legs, and it was your arousal-damped underwear.
you were just as sick in the head as he was.
with your cries almost going mute, he retrieved his hands from your face and neck, letting you inhale properly while he was ripping your shirt off your body along with the lacey bra you had on. his mouth instantly found your perky nipple, latching on it to suck and twist with the help of his tongue, his other hand roughly massaging your other breast.
you tried with everything in you not to volume out your whines of pleasure, biting down on your bottom lip so hard you tasted the metallic flavor. he didn’t have to know some twisted part of you liked what he was doing to you.
but if anyone was oblivious in the relationship, it was you.
he knew you better than he knew himself.
he took your nipple in between his teeth, catching you by surprise as you cried out, making him smirk against your skin before moving to your other breast, making you go through the same pleasure torture.
he leaned back, leaving your chest covered with his saliva. he took off your pants, hands moving to your bare legs, which were desperately trying to keep themselves locked.
he opened them up with ease, licking his lips at the sight of the dark spot of your panties. his fingers slowly gliding across your soft skin, eyes focused on your anticipating face. he then yanked them away from your body, making you flinch at the suddenness of his actions.
you heard the sound of his buckle hitting the ground, the rest of clothes producing a soft thud. he aligned himself in front of your hole, his hard tip inches away from your folds.
“please. don’t,” you mewled at him, tears pricking your eyes again.
“no?” he questioned wickedly before slamming into you, his length tearing open your walls.
you wailed in agony, his agonizing rhythm made you jolt in pain every time he fully pulled out of you, shoving himself back again, while at the same time waves of pleasure coaxed your whole body when his tip kissed your cervix.
he took your legs and swang them over his head, resting them on his shoulder. the new position allowed him a deeper angle into you. “fuck. you're so tight,” he groaned, his brutal force never once slowing down. his testicles hitting the soft curve of your ass. “you got me real mad, you know that?” you could swear you felt him in your stomach.
he got you as close to him as possible, leaning down to attack your exposed neck. he sucked on your soft skin, licking and biting eagerly as his teeth dug into your flesh, leaving red-crescent shaped marks.
“slow down…fuck,” you managed to mumble in your fucked out haze, “john. plea-” you choked on your words by your own loud and pornographic moan as he abruptly started drawing circles on your bundle of nerves, getting you closer to seeing stars.
you pulsed around him, feeling each and every vein of his cock as he plowed into you like a man possessed. you were a whining mess of hormones as you felt your walls squeeze around him, your orgasm reaching its peak as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
he didn’t alter his movements, though. thrusting into you with the same animalistic force from before, overstimulating you.
“can’t…can’t take it anymore,” you mewled, your voice so high pitched it sounded like a different person. you tried to wiggle around and distance yourself from him, but his hands, of course, pressed down on each sides of your hips, bringing you back to him.
“you can, and you will,” his dominant voice sending shivers down your spine. he collected the mess you made with his two fingers and pushed them in your mouth, making you taste your own fluids. you hummed around his digits, feeling your cheeks wet again from how sensitive you were feeling. with the sounds of skin slapping skin, your gushed all over his dick as your already sore body uncontrollably spasmed.
at this point you weren't even sure what was happening. your hormones were all over the place. it was like your body shut down. you felt nothing because you felt too much.
with a few final thrusts, you felt him emptying himself into you with a loud groan, filling you up completely. he then finally slowed his movements down, riding out his high, before he pulled out of you with a squelching sound.
he laid next to you, popping himself up to lean against the headboard and lit up a cigarette. you managed to turn your limp body towards him, clinging to his bare torso. “i hate you,” you whispered, wrapping yourself tighter around him.
“i know you do,” he draped his free hand over your figure, soothing shapes up and down you back, kissing your forehead before exhaling a gray smoke into the air.
©️feinv, 2024.
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do you know Herbert west? If so could I please PLEASE get Herbert west with top reader? :)
Herbert west x top male reader
⚠️Warnings!!— Top reader!! SMUTT, bent over, size difference, slutted out Herbert, mocking, teasing, rough, kissing and affectionate, making out. And etc.⚠️
The table shook as well of the empty science equipment that was on the table some items falling and making clinging noises as well something probably breaking from the table getting shook and pushed.
The scientist was bent over the said table, Hebert was still halfway clothed with his pants and boxers pulled down also his his lab coat getting held up so ass is fully visible. Two hands held Herbert by his waist moving and holding him down higher to the table.
Herbert’s feet couldn’t touch the ground, his pants and boxers hanged on his ankles. His mind was cloudy. Occasionally his own shoes would rub against your own shoes and legs. The very tip of his shoe could touch the floor but he couldn’t even focus on any of that.
Hebert was moaning with each thrusted he received as his latest project with chemicals and such were rolling on the table and some crashing on the ground.
Did he care? Very much, but he couldn’t even focus properly on anything besides the man that’s pounding inside of him. He was infatuated with it all. Thrusting in and out of him, Hebert was hypnotized by your cock and he loved every second of it.
The feeling of your cock deep is what all he cares about. He feels your cock hitting and moving against his walls which each of your thrust wanting to go deeper then the last.
The way you made his body compare to an child with yours. You made him feel small, and tiny. Especially the way your cock pounds into his small tight ass.
Hebert’s glasses loosely hanged on the crook of his nose as well he tugged the ends of his own sleeve.
“Fuc—!!~ ngh!~ Did you know that—“ Your large hand covered his mouth before he could spit out whatever fact he knew about the human body.
His moans got muffled with your hand covering and holding his mouth shut.
You firmly but gently push down Hebert’a head down on the table as you thrust your cock inside him deep. Though you were about balls deep, you felt it wasn’t deep enough.
Your cock deeply buried inside of him. You could hear whining and whimpering falling from his lips as you thrusted faster and faster. With your hips snapping back and forth in a rhythm. Herbert held onto the cluttered table as he gasped and whined around the feeling of your cock. He couldn’t give a damn if anyone just happens to walk inside and see you two like this.
He was so high off the pleasure it’s like he lost his mind.
“Hgnh!~ ahhHh.” Herbert let out a shaky moan as your stretch his hole as well his walls. “Can you take it? Wanna go faster huh?” You whisper into his ear as you pushed him higher on the desk. You slowly pull out of him and carefully and firmly a as switch Herbet’s position instead of bending him over you sit him down on the two of you being face to face.
“Answer me, I said can you take it? Do you wanna go faster.” You ask rubbing the tip of your cock back to his open wet hole.
Herbert opens his mouth to respond but the words are his throat are choked and comes out as just incoherent sounds. You pull off the pants and boxers that was at Herbert’s ankles and so you could move his legs around more freely.
“Ah— y….I-I.” Herbert’s face got even more warm as he’s flustered as you tilted your head and gave him a smirk. You let out a mocking chuckle before taking him by the inside of his thighs spreading his knees apart. “Use your words, doctor. His flustered face got even more flustered which each word you spoke to him.
“…Yes I can take it…I’ll be your good boy. I’ll take your cock like a good boy.” He said with an overwhelmed and submissive voice.
His voice was shaking and nervous as he watched you open his legs and get in between them. You wrap your arms around his lower back pressing your chest against his own. His breaths got more and more heavy as he tried to move down lower so your cock can be against his hole:
You easily move inside and went back to fucking him. His legs sprawled open for your as you thrust yourself deeper inside his walls.
Herbert’s hair was getting stuck to his face as his body began to sweat. The collar to his button up was loosely done as the tie was loose around the collar. He had soft but doe like eyes. His mouth slowly hanged open as he panted as if some kind of out of breath dog.
He looked pathetic, and you loved it.
You stared down at him before messily and passionately kissing him. The kiss was sloppy and heated, but as we’ll desperate. His tongue moved and searched for yours as he licked against the cave of your mouth wanting to lick and feel each inch of your mouth.
Your body pressed him down more on the table as his back laid on the table with his legs perfectly apart for you to do as you please. The kiss still continued as it was hungry and passionate before you eventually breaking the kiss to bite and kiss his neck searching for the sensitive spots. You pulled and unbuttoned his shirt so you could have more access.
As your teeth and lips latched onto his neck and shoulders even collarbone you knew how he’ll probably throw a small little hissy fit about the bite marks and hickeys but as for the moment you couldn’t care less.
As you thrusted more and more faster and faster, Herbert knew he couldn’t hold off his orgasm any longer. Your cock pounding deep inside him without a second of an break. Hebert felt his stomach tighten and his toes began to curl.
The tip of your dick finds his prostate and began to absolutely abuse the sensitive spot. Which each thrust Hebert’s cock moved up and down with its precum. Herbert knew at this rate that he’ll cum untouched, not even once his hand grazed his win cock.
“I’m— I— I’m close!!~ ca-can we cum together?!~” Herbert asked in a begging tone as covered stared up at you.
He looked pathetic, he looked like an cheap whore that has been getting used for hours.
His glasses were barely hanging on, his clothes all wrinkly and hair a complete mess. He looked so submissive as he begged for your cum.
“Please!!~ I want your cum. I need it. I want you to cum inside me please!~ c-c-can we please do it in the same time.”
Nodding silently as you thrusted faster and faster in and out of him you finally felt your orgasm approaching.
Laying your body down against him chest to chest as, Herbert laid on the desk with your mouth exploring his exposed skin.
With a few more thrust inside of him, Herbert cum’s hard, the silt of his cock shooting white streaks of cum, his cock squirted it’s cum down onto his stomach and himself making a mess. With Herbert’s walls clenching around your cock making his hole a lot tighter you cum deeply inside him.
Your cock pulsing as you fill his walls with you cum. As an result both of you are breathing heavy and moaning.
After finally both of you coming down his highs, Herbert looked up at you and kissed your lips passionately.
“Can we do it again…? Sex is really good for the human body such as cardio and flexibility—“ Before Herbert can ramble on again you shut him up with a kiss and nodded your head.
THE END
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Zoro x reader
Platonic Sanji x reader
Some thoughts of our favourite cook with a friend just like him.
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"Hey Sanji~" (Y/n) said with a sing song voice. Both Strawhats stood side by side as they watched the ship decend even further underwater. The coating keeping everyone safe from being crushed by the pressure.
(Y/n) made sure to wear clothes that didn't reveal too much, opting to stay warm just as Robin had warned. Plus she didn't need her friend having a nosebleed.
"Where were you during the two years?" She asked, " You never told me."
Sanji looked traumatized. He held onto his chest to stop his heart from stopping at the horror-filled memories.
"I was in hell. Every second there was..." The poor man couldn't even finish his sentences. His face had gone deathly pale.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?" She asked. Concerned at what he had gone through.
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( Y/n ) watched as Sanji dived towards all the mermaids. She was honestly asking herself how she was friend with that pervert.
"Sometimes I really wanna know why me and that idiot over there are friends. Doesn't he have class?" She shook her head at his actions.
"Don't act all goody two shoes, you're both cut from the same cloth." Ussop judged the woman. His eyes squinted accusingly.
"HOW?!" (Y/n) reacted, shark shaped teeth bared. She was prepared to argue her case like a lawyer.
"Just a few minutes ago when we met up at Sabaody. Don't you remember?"
Flashback
"Looks like we're all finally here." (Y/n) said to herself. Making sure to take count of everyone. She sat down and watched as the ship started going underwater. She could hear an argument between Zoro and Sanji.
"Just admit that you're outmatched number seven." Zoro smirked.
"Just because you got here first doesn't mean you're better than everybody!" Sanji yelled back, annoyed.
"I don't need to be better than everybody, just better than you."
'Oooohhhhhh. Sanji can't recover from that one. But I can. '
Just before (Y/n) could go rescue her friend, she took a good look at Zoro. He seemed to have gotten taller and a lot more stronger in the last two years and that outfit change made wonders.
(Y/n)'s eyes turned to hearts. Ussop was able to catch this transformation live. His eyes widening at the speed.
"ZOROOOOOOOO~" She began, twirling toward the swordsman. Sanji's cigarette dropped of its own accord. The love tornado nearing in their direction looked dangerous.
"Huh?" Zoro caught sight of the approaching tornado. Well, sh*t.
Unbeknownst to them Nami had tapped Robin's shoulder so they could see the event about to take place.
The tornado caught Sanji and threw him to the side gently before slowing to a stop.
A rose was held up to Zoro as (Y/n) kneeled with one knee on the ground. Flowers had magically appeared around the Sunny and sparkles shone around the woman's eyes.
"Roronoa Zoro, you look as gorgeous as ever," she began. " No man in the world could be as handsome as you. The heavens took their time to carefully craft you and believe me, I adore the results."
Sanji's mouth fell to the floor from where he had graciously landed. He couldn't believe the betrayal.
"Get away from me, woman!" Zoro yelled but he didn't seem to shoo her away. Instead his cheeks had lightly dusted with some light pink. He averted his eyes grumbling to himself.
"You don't seem to want me to go away though," she smirked at him leaning forward till their noses nearly touched. She was on her tippy toes. Her index finger and thumb kept his head in place so he couldn't escape.
Zoro froze in shock. This woman will be the death of me.
Sanji tornadoed towards the two and stole (Y/n) away leaving Zoro discombobulated and slightly flustered. Even after two years of everyone not seeing each other, the woman still managed to have an effect on him.
Flashback over
"That was one time!" She tried to defend herself.
"Oh really, some of the things you say and do are more questionable that what Sanji does." Ussop continued.
"Like?" The woman crossed her arms, waiting for the sniper's explanation.
FLASHBACK
"If those guys weren't trying to hurt Big sis Robin, I woulda said smash."
Everyone at the train looked at her in shock. She was just looking outside and watching the perilous waves of Aqua Laguna with a dejected sigh.It seemed she was voicing her thoughts out loud.
When she caught their eyes on her she shrugged,"What? Just saying it like it is. But if they do hurt Robin I'm ready to up my kill count."
Another time
"Where did you get all those ropes Paulie," (Y/n) questioned the man. Everyone in the sea train was busy with their own thing but some were wondering the same thing. "It's kinda creepy."
"Well I–" he tried to defend himself but was interrupted.
"Creepy, but kinky."😏
Zoro pulled the woman away from Paulie and trapped her between his arms and placing her on his lap, effectively stopping her from talking. 'No.'
"SHE'S SO BOLD!" Both the Galley La and Franky Family yelled.
Nami smiled to herself. Ussop owed her a lot of money.
(The bet was how long she could go without saying something risky)
Another time
(Y/n) watched as Zoro brought Chopper back from nearly being eaten by sky sharks."Chopper are you alright?" For once the woman wasn't being a tornado, her eyes showed the worry for her reindeer friend.
"He'll be alright." Zoro stated. He took of his t-shirt. And went to find a new one.
He took of the shirt?!
He took it off.
(Y/n) froze. A war raged between her heart and mind. Turn around to look or have some decency and not look. She started sweating. Nami caught sight of her unusual posture and shook her which ended up making (Y/n) have a glimpse of Zoro changing into a blue vest in her peripheral.
"(Y/n) what's wrong, are you alright?"
The woman fainted. Well, not exactly. She was still awake but had hearts flying around her and her face was super warm.
"I think Ms Spy is a little too excited from seeing our swordsman here. " Robin diagnosed. A chuckle escaping her lips.
"Seriously you and that ero-cook are just unbelievable." Zoro sighed in annoyance.
"But what's that red colour on your fac3?" Chopper pointed out, basically snitching on Zoro.
Another time
"Guys this is my brother Ace." Luffy announced.
"Ace here's my crew. Nami's the navigator, Zoro's the swordsman and also my firstmate, Chopper's the doctor , Sanji is the cook and (Y/n) is the spy."
Ace had taken a look at every one before meeting eyes with (Y/n). It seemed that Sanji had already placed tape on her mouth and had tied her up. All that anyone could see was the woman's heart shaped eyes.
Everyone breathed out a sigh of relief much to Ace's confusion and Zoro's irritation.
Flashback over
"In short, that's why you two are best friends."Ussop concluded, pointer finger in the air and a whiteboard behind with various drawings of the scenes . "Plus you two are great at combat when paired."
(Y/n) was walking away from Ussops lesson. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
"I'm gonna find Zoro,"
"With what?"
"MY LOVE COMPASS OF COURSE!" The woman said as she twirled away with hearts revolving around her.Ussop sighed at her antics.
"ZORO-SWEET! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
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