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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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Friends to lovers with hotch. Bau!Reader has been pining forever but is deciding to move in after seeing Aaron and Beth be with each other. New guy also happens to be a single dad with a boy in jacks grade. Jack is not happy about another boy stealing his mom figure yk? Father son duo working together to get the girl.

Tbh idc what you write coz its always good. And im a sucker for jealous hotch ALWAYS

okay can i just say that when i saw this ask i got obsessed with the concept immediately!!! like that’s so cute???? also while writing this i was thinking “jack is such a little sweetie he wouldn’t have an attitude” but then i thought of this tiktok and remembered he can actually be salty af <33 LMFAOO

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“Buddy, what’s wrong?”

Jack hadn’t spoken a word the entire ride from school. Aaron was used to his bubbly sweet voice filling the car, telling him all about his day; so the silence was deafening.

“Nothing,” he replied, dropping his small bag on the floor and running to his room.

The truth was, Jack had been pretty moody lately and it was all because of you. Well, it wasn’t your fault of course, but it was your absence that had Jack throwing tantrums in a way he never used to before.

As Aaron’s best friend, your presence in his house, in his home, was a constant. Movies, dinners, board game nights…Jack had grown used to you. And he absolutely adored you.

When Beth came into Aaron’s life, though, things started to change. You were pulling away from him, from them. At first, Aaron thought that maybe you were jealous; and if that was true, he would drop Beth in a heartbeat and run into your arms. After all, she was only a distraction to him in order to get over you.

All those dreams of him were shuttered one day, when he had called to ask you if you’d join him and Jack for a movie night, only to be told you had a date: a date with the dad of one of Jack’s classmates. You told him the two of you met when you went to pick up Jack from school one day, and Aaron cursed the moment he had asked for your help. If he knew the dads there would be all over you, he wouldn’t have let you set foot into that damned school in the first place.

“Jack?” Aaron said, knocking on his door.

“Go away!”

“Jack, please talk to me. I want to help.”

There was a long pause before Jack finally opened the door and let his dad in.

“What did you do to her?” he asked with tears in his eyes.

“Buddy, what are you talking about?”

“Y/N. Why isn’t she your friend anymore?” Jack looked incredibly sad and it broke Aaron’s heart.

“We’re still friends,” he answered, softly. “What makes you think we’re not?”

“She’s never here anymore.”

“I know,” Aaron said. “But that doesn’t mean she’s not our friend anymore. We’ve just both been busier than usual.” He wasn’t technically lying, but he still felt bad.

“Why couldn’t you get together like they do in the movies?” Jack raised his voice. “Now she’s with Charlie’s dad. And she packs Charlie lunch and makes him sandwiches that look like dinosaurs like she used to do with me! It’s not fair, she was ours first!”

Well, that explained why he was so mad after school today.

Aaron couldn’t find any words to say, and how could he when he was just as jealous as his son? Jack was right; you were theirs first. And they’d win you back.

“And dad told me we’ll go get ice cream later with Y/N!” Charlie exclaimed, but Jack did not share his enthusiasm.

“Okay,” Jack answered, rolling his eyes.

“And maybe we’ll go to the movies after. She said she loves watching cartoons! She doesn’t think they’re boring like all grown ups,” the kid continued, not realizing he was making Jack upset.

“I know, we watch cartoons all the time together,” he replied.

Right next to them, their fathers had a separate conversation, but very much similar to theirs.

“The kid loves her already,” Charlie’s dad, Nick, said, watching you from afar. They were all waiting for you to finish your little chat with that teacher friend of yours, so they’d finally leave the school building.

“And how can he not, I mean she’s so great,” he added.

“She is,” Aaron agreed, though gritted teeth.

“I’ll take them for ice cream now so they can bond a little more. This girl loves ice cream.”

“Yeah, I know.” Who did that guy think he was? Thinking that any detail about you would be news to Aaron. Of course he knew you loved ice cream. He knew you better than anyone. Anyone.

“Sorry!” you said, walking fast towards their little group. “I hadn’t seen my friend in a while.”

“That’s alright.”

“It’s okay.”

Aaron and Nick talked at the same time, which ended in them sending annoyed glances to each other.

“Well, we better get going then,” you said with a smile.

As all of you walked out of the building, Aaron heard you telling something to Nick and Charlie. “Can you wait for me in the car? I’ll be back in a minute!”

To Aaron’s surprise you approached his car with one eyebrow raised. Oh no, you were mad.

“Y/N,” he said, but you cut him off.

“Why are the two of you being mean to Nick and his son?”

“We’re not mean to them,” Aaron said, but Jack’s voice was louder. “Because we hate them!” he said.

“Jack.”

“What? It’s true. You said that Mr. Nick is ugly and a jerk!”

“Jack, language!” his dad scolded him.

You turned your gaze to Aaron. “Is this true?”

He sighed, in defeat. “Jack, can you please get in the car? I want to speak with Y/N.”

“Fine,” he said, and followed his dad’s request.

“So?” you said when you were finally alone.

“So…I may have said some things about Nick.”

“Why?” your soft voice asked.

“Because, I can’t stand the thought of him with you. God, Y/N, I can’t do this anymore. I want you. I want you to be mine. I wanna be the one who takes you for ice cream and the one who brags about you to the other dads.”

“Aaron…”

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way-”

“Of course, I feel the same way, you idiot,” you said. “But then Beth showed up and I thought it was one sided!”

“Beth’s in the past.”

“She is?”

“Yes. She didn’t mean anything to me. It’s always been you,” Aaron admitted.

“Wow…” you said, placing your palm on your forehead.

“Yeah…”

“Well, I have two people waiting for me in the car right now. And I don’t want to just blow them off.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll talk to Nick tonight. I promise,” you said, touching his hand. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Aaron smiled.

“She touched your hand,” Jack said with a smirk when his dad got back in the car.

Aaron stared at him through the rearview mirror with furrowed eyebrows, but Jack could read him very easily. So he just giggled.

“Ew!” Jack yelled, his face forming a disgusted expression at the sight of you and Aaron kissing.

“Hey, you got your wish!” Aaron told him. “You should be grateful.”

“You know what I think?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“That our little Jack is jealous because he’s not getting any kisses.”

“No!” he giggled, as you and Aaron chased him, ready to cover his chubby cheeks with sweet kisses.

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #hotch 🪐#ask

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 9 months

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Hi! I’d like to request hcs for Vox (HH) with a fem sugar baby s/o ^^ (sfw and nsfw pls!)

A/n: Ugh, I love you sm 🫶 I feel like everybody needs a man like Vox in our lives yk

Warnings: Sugar Daddy- Sugar Baby relationship! Brief mentions of Alastor because I live for that man, mentions of jealousy, smut at the end, headcannon - story format, vox is needy per usual, LMK if I missed anything! NSFW Under the cut!!

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Vox is probably one of the best sugar daddies out there

like he will drop PAYCHECKS on you for no actual reason

he loves spoiling you, like he genuinely finds so much happiness in spending money on you

I feel like he died before he could have a real relationship with someone, so even something like this is good for him

he’s definitely the first one to catch feelings, because of that fact he’s never been with anyone seriously

he’s had fuck buddies and one night stands but never something real, even if what you two have is more of a bank transaction

He really does care for you, round the clock security, nice apartment, lavish clothes and accessories

he really spares no expense, whatever his baby wants, whatever baby gets

however, he doesn’t pay for you to have sex with him

he truly doesn’t feel right doing it, at that point he might as well hire an escort

he does take you on lovely dates though, so much so you feel like your actually dating

he’ll send you pretty flowers with little notes, telling you what outfit to wear for your dinner that night

NSFW BELOW

back onto that telling you what to wear that night, he definitely buys you pretty clothes to wear just so he can take them off

he loves buying you dresses to show off your ass, more specifically anything that covers just enough, may the angels bless you that you don’t need to bend over

his favorite thing about you is your tits personality

yes i headcannon vox is a boob guy so what get over it

truthfully though, he loves everything, so there’s not much to worry about there

he doesn’t care what you wear, he can fight and will if anyone even THINKS about trying to take you home & if he sees you giving anyone else the time of day it’s over

“I saw you, giving those stupid fuck me eyes to that radio bastard. Think I didn’t notice?”

He asks, though it’s not like you can really speak. He’s been upset the entire car ride home. You don’t answer, too annoyed to say anything. “We’re just friends.” Is all you reply with, and he scoffs.

“Just friends? Just friends don’t eye fuck each other y/n.”

He says almost as if it proves a point. “Yeah well, you know our kind of relationship. I’m not exactly tied down to you.” You reply nonchalantly. It bothers him how much this hurts his feelings, because he knows your right. Truthfully, he couldn’t be more wrong. You weren’t his to get jealous over. You weren’t his to love that way. You weren’t his emotionally.

But financially you were. That was enough for him before, but was it now?

“You’re right.”

He says, pulling into the driveway of his house, which is large in itself.

“Come inside.”

He says, getting out of the driver seat and walking around the car to open your door. You get out with a sigh and follow him into his home. It was always nice, black and white tiles with hints of blue. The foyer was anything but small, quite large. It had a fountain in the center with a chandelier above it. He truly was living the life. All he needed was you.

“Y/n, I need to ask you something.”

He said, taking you by the hand and leading you to his bedroom, which you’d seen multiple times. You feel nervous, stomach doing backflips of uneasiness as you walk with him. “Yes?” You ask, and when he opens the door to his room you feel a bit better. He probably just wants sex, nothing new right?

“Do you think…”

He pauses, and he thinks for a moment. You can tell he’s nervous too.

“ Do you think I could make you happy? More than with my money?”

His question takes you aback. You had always liked Vox, but for anything more? It was almost like a trick question. What did he mean? “Possibly. If I got to know the real you.” You reply, and he looks to you almost shocked.

“Real me?”

He asks in disbelief. You laugh and walk to his bed laying on it, you begin to take your heels off. “Yes, the real you. Not the Vox everyone else sees and knows. The one you keep to yourself.” You explain, and he feels his dead heart beat quicken.

“Would you like to know the real me?”

He asks reluctantly. You two stare at each other for a second, before you inhale. “Yes… yes I would.” You say, and he’s slower in his walk towards you. As gently as possible, as soft as he can, he reaches for you, gently pulling your face towards him to kiss you and he does. It’s a soft kiss, tender, and passionate. His hands are slow traveling down your arms to rest on your waist.

The real him is soft. Calm. Well-mannered. He tries his hardest not to be like his friend, it bothers him the way his escorts leave in tears. His hands caress you softly, moving to undo the zipper of your dress as he deepens the kiss. The zipper slides down easily, and his kisses trail from your cheek to your neck, leaving hickies wherever he can. The dress drops and pools at your feet, and he takes a moment to admire you.

“You’re gorgeous. You’re perfect.”

He says, and he means it. He truly does. Because he’s fallen in love with you. He moves closer to you, kissing you again while his hands go to undo the back of your bra, letting it slide down your arms. He doesn’t pool away as his hands cup your breasts, and he feels proud when he hears your moan.

“You’re so pretty, so perfect. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He kisses into your shoulder. He pushes you back onto the bed, laying you down carefully before moving his hands down your sides.

“Let me show you how ‘real’ I can get.”

#vox x reader #helluva boss vox #hazbin hotel vox #vivziepop #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #Hazbin hotel smit #helluva boss smut #isuckatwritingsobenice

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exhaslo · 5 months

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OMG HI I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS GOOD

i was thinking of a whole thing where miguel is constantly tortured by spiderwoman reader because yk his heightened senses he vould literally smell like her natural scent + perfume and it hinders his performance as spiderman so lets say like one day he’s at a breaking point and readee is just naturally a little bratty because its their personality but that day it was yk that horny week before the period so she like REEKED OF SEX bc she had some solo time before getting to the society so she goes to a mission or something and her perfume was just gone because she smelled like herself and she was teasing miguel, so like miguel decides to put her in her place by literally fucking them to submission and possibly score a date after

IDK JUST A THOUGHT OKK BYEEE HOPE THIS ISNT TOO MUCH

I love these feral like Miguel moments. Boy can freaking do so much more than the regular Spiderman that I just CRAVE for him to be real. Cries.

Warning: Minors DNI, Smut, feral Miguel, creampie, oral, size kink, rough sex, dirty talk

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It was a mistake to bring you here.

You were a temptress, a tormentor to Miguel. Ever since he brought you to the Spider Society, you've done nothing but torture the poor man. You naturally smelled like sex. It was so intoxicating, especially since Miguel had heighten senses.

While everyone else treated you normal, Miguel couldn't help but have to avoid you. Your scent just brought out a side of him he wasn't sure he liked. A side that felt so animalistic. Miguel was worried that he had to run tests on himself due to his half Spider DNA.

"Miguel! You can't keep yourself locked in here forever! People will believe those vampire rumors." Peter yelled out. Miguel ignored him,

"I can and I will," He mumbled to himself.

"Bah! Oh! (Y/N), hey! Have I shown you my new pictures of-"

Miguel instantly froze the moment you entered his office. He tuned Peter out and groaned at the scent of you. This was difficult. You were even wearing a sweet perfume to try and cover your arousing scent, but Miguel could still smell it. He could still smell you.

"Miguel, I wanted to ask-"

"Whatever it is, fine." Miguel spat, clenching onto his work desk.

"But I didn't even-"

"Yes! Whatever it is, yes! Just...both of you, leave NOW!" Miguel hissed. Peter raised his hands up in defense,

"I think he's hangry."

"Mhm," You nodded in response and slowly left, "Well, thank you, Miguel. I'm looking forward to working with you on your next mission!" You said with a chirp.

Miguel immediately paled as he snapped his head towards where you had just left. His desperation for you leaving had just signed him up for a whole mission with you? Oh, there was no way he could survive. This sexual frustration he was having from you scent was not going to end well for him.

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"Geez, Miguel, even I could take down my Rhino faster than you arrived." You said with a snobby huff.

Miguel rolled his eyes as he approached you with a separate mask on. You raised a brow, wondering if he was sick, but before you could ask a portal was opened. Miguel activated his normal mask and jumped in ahead of you.

"Sooooo, are you like...sick or something?" You asked as you entered the new dimension.

"Sure,"

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Then, can you say more than one word without yelling?" You grumbled, swinging in front of Miguel now.

"Watch your six."

Miguel was doing his best to avoid you. He even wore a second mask to try and block out your scent, but it wasn't working. This was painful. You didn't deserve this treatment from him. Miguel knew that, but what could he do? How could he tell you that your natural scent was making him horny?

"Miguel! Behind you!" You called out.

Miguel raised his head and tensed as you tackled him. His head right in between your breasts as the two of you landed against the fire escape outside a building. He cussed lowly, wishing that he had Spider Senses like the others.

"Are you okay? You seemed distracted today," You asked, placing your palm on his forehead, "No fever."

"I-I'm fine. Let's...get that anomaly." Miguel groaned.

Your scent was all over his mask now. Miguel couldn't breathe without inhaling you. Feeling his vision blur, Miguel almost reached out to grab you. He felt relieved as you quickly rushed towards the anomaly. Unable to stop his shaking body, Miguel tried to pull himself together.

"Lyla, I need to find a solution to this," Miguel hissed lowly, taking his mask off to breathe fresh air.

Lyla appeared before him, "I can think of one way." She hummed.

"Do it."

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Miguel was groaning in his office, threatening to do something inappropriate. You were nearly all over Miguel once you caught the anomaly, bugging him about how he was doing and whatnot. You were so clueless and annoying because you had no idea how good you smelled to him.

"So, Lyla told me that you got a problem. Said that I'm the only one who could help. Lucky me," You said with a wide grin.

A shiver ran down Miguel's spine the moment you walked in. Your scent was overwhelming! Not even your perfume could cover the fact of what you did. Feeling his vision blur again, Miguel tried not to breathe. Your arousal was stronger than before.

"You're only making it worse," Miguel groaned, leaning over his platform with sweat rolling down his forehead.

He needed you.

"Making it worse?! You're the one who went on a mission sick. Unbelievable."

"Leave....now," Miguel begged.

He wanted you.

"Lyla told me that I can help. So I'm here to help. I'm not leaving because you're in a bad mood."

"I'm telling you to leave for your fucking sake!" Miguel growled as he started to approach you, "I can't stop myself any longer if you continue to stay."

"Is that supposed to be a threat? I'm not sca-"

Miguel grabbed your arms, pushing you against the wall as he stole a kiss from you. Lifting you up, Miguel held you in place with his hips. Your scent was driving him crazy. His hands were roaming your body as your scent got stronger.

"(Y/N)"

You on the other hand, gasped in surprise. This was not the kind of problem you were expecting, but hell, you weren't going to deny it. Shit, everyone wanted a chance with Miguel, even you. Eyes widening as Miguel started to grinding against you, you whimpered lowly,

"So...any reason...why I'm your problem?"

"Your scent," Miguel hissed as he ripped apart your suit.

"Hey! I spent hours-"

"I'll buy you a new one! Just stop talking." Miguel lifted you up higher, your legs now wrapped around his head, "Your fucking scent drives me insane. I can smell you everywhere."

"Huh?!" You gasped and cried out as Miguel licked your cunt, "H-Hey, a-at least ask me out first!"

"You masturbated right before entering my office on purpose, didn't you?" Miguel swirled his tongue around your clit, listening to your moans, "Always torturing me."

"O-Oh~ R-Right t-there~" You gasped, attempting to arch your back, "Y-You were...ah~ mhm~ a-able to smell me?"

"You even taste as sweet as you smell,"

Miguel ignored your comments as he kept feasting. You gripped onto his hair, moaning and crying out as Miguel's tongue ravished your poor cunt. You gasped, shaking as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. Miguel only took this as a sign to go faster.

Circling his tongue inside your pussy, Miguel groaned, finally getting a taste of you. Finally shutting you up. He brought you to his desk, clearing it off and laying you down. Once you cam against his face, Miguel licked his lips as he pressed his cock against your folds.

"M-Miguel....wait..."

"After cumming like that? After coming in here so horny? I'm not waiting anymore, (Y/N)."

You arched your back, crying out as you felt Miguel's dick stretch your walls. You tried to reach for him, but Miguel just grabbed your hand and licked it in response. His pupils were blown and he looked like a starved man. You were not leaving this room the same way you came in.

"Fuck, look at you, taking me in so well. Such a slutty pussy just for me. You like having my fat cock inside you, huh?"

"D-Don't be...mhm...t-to mean," You whimpered, feeling his tip poke your cervix. Miguel just chuckled as he started to slap his hips inside you,

"Your body is telling me otherwise. A small little thing like you is the perfect accessory for my cock. Tell me that you've been wanting this. My cock pounding the life out of your cunt."

"I-I won't let you win this. Y-You've totally been...ah~ ah~ w-wanting, hah~ m-me." Your moans were getting louder as you tried to win this silly little competition with Miguel.

"Fuck, that's right. Cum against my cock. Let your pussy drip all over my desk."

"Hah~ Ah~ M-Mig...R-Right t-there! Mhm~" You cried out, reaching another orgasm. Miguel clenched his jaw as you tighten around his aching cock,

"Good girl. Finally behaving." Miguel was losing his cool, falling into lust, "Let me reward you, yea?"

"Mhm~"

You flung your head back, crying out and moaning as Miguel kept thrusting into you, not giving you a chance to rest. A shiver ran up your spine as his grip against your waist tighten while his thrusts grew rougher and faster.

Your eyes nearly rolled back as you felt a hot wave fill you. Unable to even think of what had happened, you kept your whines as Miguel kept his unresting pace.

"(Y/N), don't let other people smell you," Miguel whispered into your neck.

"Y-You're...mhm....ah~" You tried to argue, wanting to tell him that he was the only weirdo.

It was a lost cause to tell him anything that night.

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"Keep looking guilty," You huffed, glaring towards Miguel as he worked on a new suit for you, "Hours. I spent hours sewing that suit."

"And I gave you hours of pleasure."

"You gave me buckets load of cum and orgasms. I still can't feel my legs."

"Again, I apologize, it seems as if your scent taps into my other half of DNA. I understand if-"

"I want a date! I'm owed a date!" You said childishly, "Oh! And that suit you're making! I want both!"

"Such a brat."

"Huh?! Who's the one who couldn't hold it in??!"

"Who's the one who masturbated before entering my office?!" Miguel huffed, hovering over you again, "Don't make me shut you up again."

"Then that's two dates."

"Deal."

It ended up being three dates that he owed you.

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I hope you enjoyed!!!

@tojishugetiddies

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse

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talaok · 6 months

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I’m thinking like smt spicy where Pedro (Joel if you write the last of us fic) catching his s/o masturbating and then yk goes from there like take in in the direction you want but like make is spicy? Thank you o love your work!-liz<3

Pairing: Boston!Joel x f!reader

Warnings: Smut| f masturbation, daddy kink, dom! joel (in other words Joel makes you play with yourself while he watches as a punishment cause hes hot and he can do whatever he wants)

A/n: thank you for the really hot request liz💖

*not proofread*

And to think he thought you were cheating on him

he'd just got back from an assignment when he heard a soft moan coming from down the hallway

His heart was beating out of his chest as he approached the bedroom door, and he even debated for a moment whether to open it or not.

he was just so mad and so hurt at the same time that he didn't know what to do, until…

until he heard it

"Joel"

It was so soft, so low, that he wouldn’t have heard a thing if he had been but an inch further.

But his good ear was to the door, and if he wasn’t sure before, it took only a moment for any doubt to leave his mind

“Please Joel- please”

And that was it.

He’d barged in before he even had time to think.

And just as he’d predicted, you were splayed prettily on the bed, your legs bent and spread open with your feet on the covers.

You were naked from the waist down, your torso drowning in one of his flannels.

His gaze started on your bare legs, on your pretty thighs, the same ones he dreamed of living between, and trailed up to where the silhouette of your tits shaped your shirt

And it felt like an eternity, but really it was seconds, because as soon as he entered the room you had scrambled to shut your legs as a gasped "baby!" fled your mouth

He smiled that stupid smile of his he always had on when he knew he had the upper hand, when he knew he got to play with you

“What are you up to?” he asked

“N-nothing”

He tutted at that, shaking his head as he stalked towards the bed, ending up right by your side, his tall and broad body towering over yours.

“You're gonna lie straight to my face, sweetheart, is that it?”

The guilt immediately set in, as you tried to set your shirt in a way that would cover you more

“N-no I'm sorry- I was just…”

“Go on” he urged, nodding

“I was... touching myself “

"mhh" he hummed, his hand going to your face to gently move some hair out of your face "my pretty girl couldn't even wait for me to come back home?"

Your eyes widened as you tried to explain

"I-I thought you'd be home late I-"

"no no now" he shook his head, interrupting you "I don't care about your excuses" he cooed "You've been a bad girl, "his fingers trailed your jaw "and bad girls get punished"

"no please daddy I just- I was just really needy and you weren't here-please, I promise I didn't do anything bad"

"but you did do something bad darlin'" he corrected "and now since you were such an impatient little brat... you're gonna show me just what you were doing"

Your mouth parted in stunner, as your eyes started analyzing his face to see if he was being serious

"b-but I thought maybe you could... help"

"oh no" he hummed, his hand leaving your face as he baked away just to sit at the end of the bed, the mattress creaking beneath his weight "You wouldn't learn a thing from that now, would you?"

"I-I"

"I don't wanna hear it" he shut you down "Now spread those legs and let daddy see what you were doing without his permission"

And just like that, you had obliged, opening your thighs to him, who hummed in approval at the sight of your pretty pussy on display just for him.

"c'mon now, I ain't got all day" he demanded, giving your calves a little pat

Your movements were extraordinarily slow as you brought two of your fingers to your mouth, popping them in to get them wet just to let the travel downwards to your slit.

You waited for his nod before you dived in, starting your usual routine.

You began at your clit, drawing slow circles on it until you felt your hole beg for some attention,

You moaned softly as you gently pushed two of your digits in, finding no resistance, even when Joel's dark eyes were watching your every move as if he were a hawk.

"what were you thinking about?" he asked, making your fingers still

"no, keep going"

"I was" you stuttered, starting to move your fingers in and out of yourself curling them up to that sweet spot that made you feel all dizzy "I was thinking about you"

"What about me?"

You sighed loudly, struggling to keep your eyes open

"I was imagining it was you"

"fingering you?"

"n-no" you shook your head, your breathing quickening just as your pace "I was pretending it was your cock" you confessed "that you were on top of me and that you were inside of me"

"'s that right?" he smirked, the smugness evident in his tone

"y-yeah" you whimpered, feeling so close and yet so incredibly far from your release.

You tried fastening your pace even more, scissoring your fingers, and applying what pressure you could manage with your palm on your clit, but it just- it didn't compare to the real thing... especially when the real thing was tucked in his pants right in front of you.

"J-Joel please I need your help" you begged, your voice a breathy whimper "I-I can't- It's just not-"

"I don't wanna hear it" he spoke "You brought this on yourself, sweetheart. Now focus, or you're gonna have to watch me do the same thing to myself, and you're not gonna get your fill tonight"

The thought woke you up from your trance, feeling like a nightmare

"n-no please" you pleaded, your lips turned to a pout

"less complaining sugar" he cooed, his hands on your calf "Let me see how you can make yourself cum, and I'll give you what you want"

"r-really?"

"yes," he nodded "but only if you're good, can you do that for me, can you show me how my girl makes herself cum on her fingers?"

"Yeah daddy" you promised, a renewed vigor in your voice and movements at the promise "I-I'll be good, I- I swear"

"that's my girl" he praised, making you blush and squirm and only fomenting the ball of pressure creating in your tummy.

"Oh my god" you murmured " I-I'm about to cum daddy"

"c'mon now" he cooed "show me how good you can be"

And that was it, countless little fireworks went off at the same time in your whole body as you whimpered and moaned into the darkness of your closed eyes

"good girl" he grinned, his hand on the big tent that had created in his pants.

You sat up immediately, your chest still heaving, your fingers still wet

"C-can I have my reward now?" you asked, more eager than ever

And to that, he smirked

"Show me how badly you want it"

Such a simple sentence, and it took about a second before you were kneeling between his legs.

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amyispxnk · 5 months

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My Sunshine

Summary - Things are getting bad again and you know Joel would be there to help you in the blink of an eye, but you can't help but feel guilty for even feeling this way - so burdening him with your emotions is out of the question. You try to hide how you feel from him, but you know you can't. He knows you too well.

A/N: SO. i am positively struggling at the moment. with life and just everything. and my lonely ass is in need of some comfort, especially when i feel like.. yk, shit. and feeling like doing shit to myself which is not very good 😊. but i could not find a single comforting fic about self harm, and i get that it’s a very sensitive subject - but my god i need this comfort so please let me indulge for a moment.

And going back to how self harm is a very sensitive subject - please heed the warnings and tread carefully. this entire thing is about self harm and comfort when struggling with it, so please be cautious.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (could possibly be read as gn but I've used things like sweet girl and his girl so)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: self harm (not explicitly described or anything, but reader struggles with it), fluff, comfort, established relationship, angst, one mention of drugs (i used it as a.. simile, or whatever, nobody’s taking or has taken any drugs!), crying, kisses, pet names, bad thoughts, questioning the purpose of life, brief perspective change, INCREDIBLY BRIEF MENTION OF SMUT (one word.)

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Joel opens the door with a sigh, toeing off his boots and calling out your name as he walks into the living room, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you, breathe in your comforting scent and bask in your equally comforting embrace after a hard day of work. Normally you’d be in the living room, watching TV, maybe reading a book, or in the kitchen, cooking dinner, baking something new you’d found on the internet. But you weren’t today. It’s eerily quiet and he calls out your name again, breaking the silence with his loud voice as he walks up the stairs.

“Dariln’?” He asks as he pushes open the door to your bedroom; you’re not there either. He’s ready to start panicking since he’s checked just about every room of the house when he hears your voice coming from the bathroom.

“Just a minute!” You say, and he exhales with relief when you walk out of the room and up to him, giving him a small smile. It’s one of those smiles which doesn’t make your face look brighter or your eyes crinkle at the corners, no, it’s one of those smiles which you offer to him quickly to reassure him that everything’s okay, please don’t worry about me when you’re probably so stressed already.

“How was work?” You ask as your arms come around his neck and you hug him, breathing him in, holding him a little tighter than usual.

“Was a little tiring today, our supplier messed up the size of the headers and- Sorry, probably don’t mean nothin’ to ya.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile as his right hand came to the back of your neck, tilting your head back a bit so he could kiss you.

You melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as you lost yourself in it. No matter how many times you kissed him, you’d never get enough of the feeling that came with it. Joel's kiss was like a drug, and you were addicted.

His hands skim up your sides but you pull back abruptly, wrinkling your nose. “You smell, Joel. Go shower.” You chuckle weakly and hit him playfully on the chest.

“Mm, I thought you like ‘em a little dirty?” He teased, making you scoff and shake your head as a smirk crept onto your lips.

“Not today. Get.” You told him sternly, still smiling nonetheless as he walked past you to go shower. The smile slipping from your face with ease as the door slides shut behind you.

A few hours later, showers have been taken, dinner made and eaten, and the both of you are now sat on the couch. Joel decided it was a good idea to watch a movie, putting on his favourite - Curtis and Viper 2 - much to your dismay. You swore that you’ve seen this damn movie so many times you’d be able to quote the entire thing word for word, but he still put it on, insisting that it was a classic and it wasn’t like you had any better ideas anyway.

You'd both come to learn that during movie nights, you'd always end up either falling asleep on his shoulder or you were both fucking before even the halfway mark.

Tonight you were curled into Joel's side, silently watching the movie with him. Well, not really watching the movie, just kind of watching the screen. Staring at the pixels and letting the sounds of the film and the world around you in through one ear, out the other.

You were lost in your thoughts, that was happening more often nowadays, mindlessly picking at your nails as you pondered on questions that were far too heavy to ponder this late at night. What's the point of life if we're all going to die one day? Why am I always so hopeless? Why can I never find the purpose in anything? Why am I getting worse at hiding these bad feelings? What if I get too miserable one day and Joel stops loving me? What if I'm just a burden to him?

The final two questions hit you hard, making you do a sharp inhale as you suddenly sit up, startling Joel in the process.

He turns to face you wearily, eyebrows furrowed. “Baby? What's wrong?” He asks quietly, arm coming around you and pulling you back into his side as he kisses your hair.

“‘s nothing. Sorry. Just tired- I think I'm gonna go to sleep.” You mumble, gently extracting yourself from his hold.

He frowns deeper. “Y’ don't wanna stay with me and finish the movie? Even though I know you weren't watching.” He attempts to tease lightly, wanting to lift the mood.

“No, um- you stay and watch it, that's okay. I'm gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight.” You say hurriedly, forgetting to even give him a goodnight kiss before you're up the stairs and in the bedroom, closing the door a little too quickly and praying the slam of it didn't further his concern.

Your back is pressed against the door as you grip the handle tight, eyes squeezing shut as you try to slow your breathing. It's not working, and you just want it to stop. You don't want to be upset, you don't want to feel like you're drowning in your own emotions again, you don't want Joel to find you crying upstairs in your room.

And the only thing you can think of doing is harming yourself. It's been on your mind a lot recently, as your sadness starts to get a little bit too much and you can't find any way to extinguish it. It feels like it's consuming you and you can only think about the last time things got like this. About how you dealt with it.

It would be so easy. You knew how to do it. But you couldn't bring yourself to. You'd be failing him, you saw how upset he was when he found out what you were doing last time and you didn't want to make him feel bad ever again.

You just didn't want to be a burden.

The door slams upstairs and Joel’s frown deepens. His hand goes for the remote, turning off the TV. He's seen this movie enough times, he thinks.

He slowly goes up the stairs and makes his way to your bedroom, wanting to make sure everything's okay.

You were definitely a little off tonight, zoning out and not being as talkative as you normally were, giving him a reason to already be a little concerned. Then you practically ran upstairs a minute ago, seeming panicked and making him worry even more.

He's at the door now, gently coaxing it open, and he's met with darkness. Darkness and silence.

He whispers your name, closing the door behind him as he flicks the light switch on, jumping slightly when he sees that you're right there, sat on the edge of the bed.

You turn to face him and he immediately notices how your face is wet with tears, eyes swollen and red, hair slightly dishevelled.

His heart effectively breaks at the sight of you.

“Baby- what's wrong?” He asks, concerned as ever, as he rushes over to you.

You rub at your eyes furiously, blinking back any further tears as you swallow.

“Nothing- nothing's wrong, Joel-” Your voice wavers as you speak and there's clearly something wrong - why you try so hard to hide it from him is beyond him.

He gently pulls your hands away from your face and holds them together in your lap.

“There's somethin’ wrong, sweetheart. I can see it.” He says softly, his thumb brushing away another tear that’s slowly trailing down your cheek.

You're completely silent, lip quivering.

You don't want to be a burden. If you tell him, he'll get upset and then he'll try to help you, even though you feel like nobody can. You'll just end up being a burden.

You shake your head, squeezing his hand as you do.

“Baby please. Talk to me.” He pleads with you, cupping your cheek and looking at you with so much care and worry that it makes you want to sob all over again.

“I just feel like shit.” You mumble so quietly he almost missed it. “I-” you start, but you just sigh frustratedly, digging your nails into your palms. “I feel.. really bad, again. It almost feels worse this time and it just makes me want to hurt myself. To make it all stop.” You say through clenched teeth, upset and afraid and so, so angry with yourself for admitting how you feel. You do it so much easier now but only because you and Joel had worked so hard to get rid of these defensive walls you'd built around yourself, walls that forced you to conceal your feelings and bottle your emotions.

“Oh, sweet girl.” He frowns, sitting on the bed and turning you to face him a little more. You don't want to look at him. You don't want to see him getting upset and worrying about you. You can't bear it.

So you keep your eyes clamped shut and continue talking. “My thoughts were just getting so.. so loud. And I don't know how to make it stop, and I almost- I just thought it would help.” You're shaking, he can feel it. Little shivers across your entire body, making your breath tremble as you exhale and inhale shakily. “I'm so sorry, Joel. I'm sorry.” You start to sob and he feels like doing the same, because he hates seeing you like this. If he could take all the pain away, force it onto himself so you didn't have to bear it, he would.

He pulls you closer to him, into his lap as he cradles you and rocks you slightly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and resting his head there.

“Baby, please stop apologisin’. You aren't doin’ anything wrong and.. I know it's hard. It's hard to stop yourself from relapsin’, but you've done so well. ‘m so damn proud of ya, because you've gone so long without hurtin’ yourself. And it's doin’ good for ya; you might not realise it but I do. You’re so much happier now without it, ya like a fuckin’ ball of sunshine.” He teases, making you let out a watery chuckle. He pauses for a moment to brush away your tears, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you. So so much. And I don't want to see you in pain like that ever again. I don't want my sunshine to go away, and I don't think you want her to either.”

You nod slowly, rubbing at your face as the final tears slip past your eyelids, looking up at Joel again.

He held you and you both talked for what must have been hours after that. You discussed what was really bothering you, how you could try make it better. Distractions helped, you decided. Joel proved to be a good distraction, as you ended the night listening to him talk about just about anything from the new diner that opened up in town to that one story from his childhood which made you snort with laughter every time (one which consisted of little Joel falling ‘head over heels in love’ with a girl when he was in elementary school, deciding to profess his love to her by writing a sappy poem for her and reading it to her in front of quite a large group of people.. only to be turned down. Naturally, he would've been, considering she was a fucking 16 year-old!)

He knew that that story would be the one to make you crack a smile, even if it was a small one, he just wanted to make his girl happy again.

You did a little more than smile, giggling so much you went red because that story never really gets old.

“There she is.” He murmured affectionately, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and kissing the tip of your nose, then your cheek, then your lips.

It was a brief, yet loving, one, as he pulled back from the kiss and stroked your hair as your eyes fluttered shut.

Joel pulled you closer to him, your head now resting on his chest as your eyes fluttered closed from his soothing touch.

“G’night, babygirl.” He murmured, unsurprised when you didn't answer since you had already fallen asleep.

He stares up at the ceiling and he feels happy despite everything that happened tonight, because he feels good knowing that he can give you that solace and comfort that you just need so desperately sometimes, just like he gave you in the hours that passed. He'd do it a million times and more if it was for you.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you.. enjoyed? Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and requests are open. 💞

Note: My heart really goes out to you if you struggle with self harm. It's not easy to deal with and even harder to stop doing it once you've started, but you're not alone. Even if you feel like you have no one to talk to, there are countless places and websites you can look at which offer things like helplines and anonymous chats if you're struggling, and also give healthy solutions and alternatives etc. to self harm. You're so loved. Things might seem impossible but never give up. It will get better one day.

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suhjihanma · 10 months

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Hello could I request bonten Rindou x pregnant reader when they are hanging out with bonten in hideout and reader started to feel pain in stomach but it was only baby kicking and Rindou came and started to carry her stomach to help her a little and bonten was so soft bc of pictures in front of them. They look at reader as bonten's princess yk like little sister, especially Ran(everyone except Rindou ofc)

Thanks

Pairing: Rindou Haitani / Female Reader (Ran Haitani and Sanzo Haruchiyo) Content: Pregnant reader, pregnancy, mentions of "idiot" being used as name-calling, slight mention of alcohol/drug dealing. Author's Note: Ah. So I tried my best to work this prompt. (Also, I'm a little behind with my reading my manga so please don't come for me, ah.) Nevertheless, I still hope you enjoy! Beat me up.

Another night of you hanging with the regular group of men. Laying back on the fine leathered sofa, you can't help that looking at them banter around brings back memories. Both good and bad, you really appreciated being in their company, regardless of how certain questionable things fly your radar.

You dismiss them rightfully so, as you were right by your right-handed man, now holding something special inside you. Life.

"Of all the women you messed around with, you got me pregnant." You chimed in with the bantering as the man that you laid your life to looks at you with a questionable look on his face.

Women's intuition strong, you busted out laughing before holding your stomach in place, not disturbing your child with the intense shaking of laughter. Rindou always gave you those looks. You assumed it was one of his signature looks that he gave you while spouting your typical nonsense.

You didn't think it was nonsense. It was the truth, and nothing but. Being through everything with him and for the other fellow members, you would have left him, but you sense something in Rindou. Despite his sadistic nature, and the willingness to remain loyal to his men, you saw a soft side to him. One that had made you faithful to him since day one.

He placed his hand over your stomach, feeling the faint, painful kicks that fluttered your body. "You are so smart, you know that?" Pressing buttons was his well-known trait , and even seeing that you're pregnant, you would think he would let off easy with the tasteless remarks.

"And you have a smart-ass mouth, you know that?" You slowly rise up from the couch with a grimacing look on your face, Rindou's hand still on your stomach. He noticed your expression, and you nodded your head in agreement, noting to him that you were okay.

"Easy." He guided you from your standing position, now in the back of you with both of his hands slightly carrying your stomach.

"Idiot, no cursing in front of the child." He chuckled while slowly caressing your stomach. You couldn't help but to roll your eyes at his dry humor. Entertaining at least, but sometimes it can come off at moments where you just had enough.

"It's not like she can hear." You scoffed. "Hey, Ran."

The brother of Rindou looked over at your direction over by the couch, a whiskey in hand and wonder in thought. "Yes?" You overhear his question while it then got drown by Rindou placing small kisses over the back of your neck.

"Do you think babies can hear cuss words?" A senseless question that didn't need answering. You were curious about Ran's answer. For some odd reason, you felt like Rindou was rolling his eyes while kissing you. You didn't question it.

"They can hear words, but I guess those words aren't registered in their language or whatever." Ran takes a sip of his whiskey and laughs. "But I can go in depth another day, _______"

"Yeah, let's save that discussion later on." Rindou continues to pepper kisses all over you, ignoring half of what Ran said about your question.

"Ah, come on, Rindou, let's learn something from your brother, at least."

Rindou looks at Ran with a blank expression before nipping at your collarbone, making you jump from the touch of his teeth skirting over sensitive. "What he needs to learn is how to push. Profit is slowly declining from different areas in the city." He mutters to himself, before lowering his tone. "It'll be a bitch and a half to push weight in the red-light district. Cops are getting worse."

Hearing his brother with the usual complaints, Ran looks at him with a questionable look similar to his brother's counterpart. "I know that." Looking at the glass of whiskey in hand, Ran changes the subject by looking at you with a reassuring smile.

"When is she due, _____?" He asks. "I saw the ultrasound pictures of her and the group chat won't shut up about it."

"Can't help it. When she comes out, we'll make her a true member. The first female!" Sanzu chimes with excitement as he comes from one of the rooms in the hideout.

"My child is going to have an education, thank you." You disagreed with Sanzu's word of choice as you walked away from the couch, Rindou aiding you with walking.

"She can have an education, too." Sanzu includes before sitting down on the couch that you were previously on.

"My child is already tampered with the things going on here already." Rindou sighs. "Anyway, where's the rest of the gang?" Rindou looks around the room in search of more of the members, but only Ran and Sanzu were present. You looked at him with a face of slight disgust before complaining yet again of his mouth. "It's my child too, idiot." Rindou looks at you, surprised, before going back to look the other members who were looking at you with slight smirks on their faces.

"They're at the club with some other affiliates. Usual conference." Ran stiffens a laugh with taking another swig of his whiskey.

"I swear, she acts like a little sister to you," Sanzu laughs. Ran couldn't help himself, but to let out a soft chuckle. "I'm afraid Sanzu's right." Sanzu looks at him in confusion. "What you mean by that?"

Ignoring his question, Ran turns to face Rindou and then you. "A little sister to us, and a true woman to him. You lucked out, _____."

"We care about you, ______." Ran smiles. "Even in this lifestyle, we still care about our loved ones. Remember that, please."

Your cheeks feel hot due to embarrassment and you couldn't help but to look down at the floor before looking back at Rindou who placed a kiss on your lips.

"You can say the most pretentious shit, Ran." You feel a trail of lips slowly crawling to the top of your neck. "Even though she's my lady, she can be a pain in my ass," Rindou scoffed while smiling at you, planting a kiss before you continued on with your rants.

The tiredness of your pregnancy was an excuse to not go in with Rindou, as you continued to roll your eyes out of annoyance. You question your child's future with having your partner and yourself be affiliated with a dangerous organized like Bonten.

Nevertheless, you're grateful for your situation, regardless of how a mess it is. You're rich in everything.

Rich in having a man that cares for you deeply despite the bad consequences he lands himself in.

And rich in having a girl that both of you will love and cherish deeply, despite the circumstances that'll make you worry about her upbringing in this situation.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #rindou haitani x you #ran haitani #rindou x reader #rindou x you #rindou haitani #haitani ran #haitani rindou #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #suhjihanma:asks

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idontwantotsayimgodbut · 9 months

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Hear me out!! Jealous!Welt? I recently pulled Blade and I've been so busy building him that I've kinda neglected Welt 😭😭 so that got me thinkingㅡwhat if reader and Welt went on like a mission where they come across Blade? And they start gushing about Blade which makes Welt reeaallyy jealous and yk the rest<3

jealous!welt x fem!reader

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cw: jealous welt, fingering, welt’s a jealous little tease, praising, fluff

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“You should’ve seen how he just completely destroyed those abominations! His blade work is so precise!” As you enthused about Blade, the man walking next to you had… a different idea on Blade. “Yes well, this swordsmanship is nothing compared to many other people we’ve met on the Luofu”, he replied, unimpressed.

“Sure, sure, but can they all look so good like him when killing enemies? I don’t think so”. You may have been giggling, but what you said struck a cord in the man. He swiftly grabbed your hand and pulled you into his cabin. “Wh- what are you doing?!?” You exclaimed, confused, and curious. He huffed. “What’s your obsession with Blade hmm? Am I not impressive for you?” He said his name in disgust, as he softly held onto your wrist.

You we’re stunned, this seemed so out of character for the man. He was usually so composed and calm. “I- wait… Mr. Yang… are you jealous?”. There was a slight smirk on your face. He blushed slightly at your words, but recovered quickly. “And if I am?” He quipped back. “ Mr. Yang, I assure you, you have nothing to be jealous about”, you whispered.

He got closer to you, so you were essentially pinned up against the wall. “Show me I have nothing to be jealous of”, he murmured. You wasted no time, you kissed him. The moment his lips touched yours you just knew this was the right thing to do. It felt so right, and so good.

After a few moment of bliss, Welt pulled away and whispered. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now”. He ran his hand down your skirt, and got on his knees. His words and actions caused you to grow more aroused, which was apparent by the sweet sounds you were making. He slipped his fingers under the hem of your skirt, as he kissed up your thigh. You whimpered, bringing a chuckle out of Welt.

“You’re so cute”, he whispered. You felt his fingers touch your clothesd cunt, causing you to whine out his name. “Tell me Y/N, could Blade do this?”, he teased. You shook your head, unable to form words. He seemed satisfied with that answer as he slipped his fingers into your folds. “Oh dear, you’re *so* wet”, he mused as he stuck one finger in to your cunt. “W-Welt”, you whispered, as you gripped onto his head.

He wore a smirk on his face, your reactions edging him on. He slipped another finger into you, “you can take it, can’t you darling”, he murmured, his voice laced with lust. You nodded as he pushed his fingers into you, praising you as you felt your high approach. As soon as he curled his fingers, you came down his arm. “Good girl”, he whispered, as he licked your cum off of him. It was all so lewd, turning you on even more.

He kissed his forehead “Darling Y/N, I’ve loved you for some time now, I think it’s time you know”. You smiled, and kissed him. “I love you too”, you whispered. He grinned as he pulled you closer.

He began to unbuckle his as he looked at you with a sly smile. “Now my love, I think it’s timeI fuck you so hard, you’ll be screaming my name, and my name alone”

Yeah, you had a long night ahead of you.

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a/n: THIS REQUEST WAS SOOOO HOT I had to do it the second I saw it actually 😭😭 but don’t worry! I am working on other requests too!!! just pls be patient with me LMAO anyways, thank you for reading and I love you all <3

#smut #soft smut #honkai smut #honkai star rail smut #honkai welt #honkai x reader #welt smut #hsr smut #welt yang smut #welt x reader

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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hi love :) idk if your requests are still open but if they are.. ik you’ve done so many physical touch blurbs with jj but i just need more lmaooo. like it could be whatever you’d like, i just need some clingy, touchy, jj yk?

hope you’re having a great day ! remember to take your time and eat some good food <3

warnings; fluff

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

authors note; i present to you early weekend mornings with mr. maybank himself, i don’t make the rules

There’s a measly draft, whisting in the whole of the shared bedroom. It’s distant, acquired a sort of eerie presence that JJ was foreign to. So dauntingly cold— enough to raise goosebumps and he wasn’t one to get those.

No, not with your body warmth. It’s the last thing he goes to bed too, and the first thing he wakes up to in the morning.

Especially with lack of clothing, he falls to slumber in nothing but his boxers. And, you do so in the smallest of panties and a bralette of some sort. There’s something so satisfying about drifting to sleep at the hands of the other with little to nothing close to nakedness— inside and out.

His puffed out morning cheeks are grumpy, met with linen sheets and a dip in the open space where you should be laying. The more he lies here thinking you’ll be back within seconds, is the more he trembled uncontrollably. For even the weighted comforter could not bring him the familiar snugness you did.

He’s defeated now, aware that without you in this bed next to him he won’t be falling asleep. His real questions have been ‘where are you?’ and ‘what the hell is taking so long?’. You obviously weren’t in the bathroom, it’s feet away and the dimly lit light was off, door having the slightest crack showing no trace of you— and that’s so fucking disappointing.

“Ugh!”

His rasp-ridden voice carries, he does so purposefully because he knows you’ll hear it down the hall— the only explanation for as to where you could be at this given moment is in that vicinity. Kitchen or living room.

With one twirl of the blanket, his muscular frame is throwing the white comforter over his shoulders, crinkling the entirety of the sheets that were tucked in at one point before. Sinewy arms portruded outward to keep his shivering body intact.

JJ would like to believe that this is a near death experience.

Because he is compelled by your affectionate touch— making everything feel painless.

He is so insufferable.

For the complaining and whining that you know is about to ensue, has already caused an eye roll; with continued grunts and loud coughs the whole while he travels in search of you. He drags the comforter that’s wrapped around him on the hard wood oak floor, scuffing it and corrupting the pure white fabric with pelts of debris.

Catching glimpse of your figure with a spatula in hand, flipping at what he deemed to be french toast. Cinnamon invaded his senses, such a sultry taste he could almost taste it without even eating it. But, that’s not important right now.

Your tender skin peeks through your usual morning attire so amorous and ardent, his knees are about to buckle.

Christ. You looked so heavenly.

But, that’s not important right now either.

He hopes to grin, but he doesn’t as he remembers you left him feeble and lonesome this morning. His pout deepening whilst he approaches you. You don’t gaze from the the soaked bread, the waddle of his padded feet giving him away.

It’s so unfair that you left him so early and sulking in a melancholy manner.

The weighted material that was over his shoulders, he drops— he no longer needs that solace anymore, he wants the one in front of him. It collides in a pool on that same floor, JJ didn’t necessarily care about the fact that the bedroom set comforter is splattered with dirt that was unseen, it was just a ploy really— to get to you.

His hands palm at your hip bones, shaping smooth figure eights with his index finger. He pushes you so flush against the stove you think you might fall head first into the pan with the saccharine breakfast. Rocking the two of you, in steady rhythms. Nothing is ever close enough for JJ, he’d live in your brain if you let him. Take your rich blood maybe wear it around his neck. Perhaps if you wouldn’t be able to touch him physically then you’d be touching close to his heart— the one that beats for you. Thinking maybe he can just settle for that, toppling the weight of his entire body onto your back, his cheek smushed against your shoulder. Boxers hanging low on his structured waist, nearing his v-line, he’s flat there, allowing you to feel all of him.

“You left me,” his voice is stained with a pout, and muffled from his breaths against your shoulder.

Oh, you wanted to melt into him, let him carry you back to the bedroom. Though, you’ve wasted almost an hour this morning trying to figure out this damn french toast recipe, practically drooling in your sleep for something more filling than cereal. JJ could live off the stuff, however you think it’s about time either of you learn how to cook. After all, there is no personal sous chef in this apartment.

His sullen look continues, because this is just not enough. He aspires to feel you in his veins, injecting you, flowing through, and giving him this strength of outlasting indulgence no other could. Every exhale and inhale should be your air, shared with with him. Call it overly clingy, whatever, the man is just overly consumed by you. Alike, you were a radiant opening to a world he had yet to discover, once he stepped foot into that world he couldn’t compensate for turning back.

“Got up to cook us some real breakfast,” you giggle, despite this not being a laughing matter to JJ whatsoever. Making things go stale.

His cheek left your shoulder— squish-able at best. His arms elongate further, pulsating with bulging muscles, swallowing you in his hold with a wrap of his arms around your waist. Hands meeting at your front, interlocking and resting there. The nape of your neck seemed neglected, it was almost a trance that he touch it. Bits of flyaways there from the remainder of your hair being tied up. His sweet lips manage a light sleepy kiss to the space, it’s slow and a bit wet from being half awake. Your insides erupt into a fit of giddiness, millions of uneasy jitters swarming your insides. You have yet to get use to his hold or his kiss, feels just like the initial time though somehow it’s worsened as your love for him picks up pace with every growing hour. He presses another whilst you attempt to flip the sugary bread on its pale side, spatula scooping beneath.

A part of you has this inkling that there will be no syrupy french toast to dive into during these early hours.

“Don’t want food,” he breathes, lips moving to another crevice of your neck now, nose catching a waft of your emphatic scent. He nuzzled his nose there, letting it linger like he needed feel it within the centres of his bones. His next swift movement catches you off gaurd, flipping the heat notch on the stove off, and forcing the spatula out of your hands. “Want you.”

Before you can comprehend, he’s spinning you on your heals and you wriggle in his grasp, seating you atop the kitchen island the granite sending a tremble down your spine.

“JJ?! M’fuckin’ hungry!”

You gesture at the meal that you were ready to scarf down behind him. And his pout is now glimmering with a toothy, tip-lipped grin, your face is stoic trying to pretend as if you don’t like it.

“I’ll order us something, yeah?”

With a cross of your arms, he’s standing between your legs at eye length and he swore someone kicked at the backs of his knees the way they want to give out, rendering him a nothingness of putty at the sight of you. Large hands grasping so tight to your inner thigh, his nails would surely leave the shape of crescent moons— he’s trying to contain himself.

You can’t believe the fiending boy before you— eager to readmire every centimeter of you for the better part of his day, keeping him continuously high.

“No J, you came in and interrupted me, there’s perfectly good food right there. All you have to do is let me finish-“

“Didn’t hear you complaining when I did, baby.”

He knows he’s got you by the glint in your eyes and from the effervescent smile you’re trying to hold back.

“Might have missed you a little … but it was quieter when you were sleeping,” you tease and his lips quirk impossibly higher.

“Believe you owe me somethin’, pretty girl.”

His eyes shut, long eyelashes fluttering, whilst he puckers his lips obnoxiously awaiting his ‘good morning’ kiss. His day is not the same without it. You oblige, small hands cupping either of his cheeks, one higher up and carding a hand through his blonde tresses. Mouths connect, it’s enveloping and filled with hunger. He can’t help himself the way his hand accidentally slips beneath your thin bralette and you grab athis wrist, humming into his mouth, a signal for him to stop before you let go.

He doesn’t stop, and you never let go.

Mornings like these spoke volumes, these mornings are the ones JJ lived for.

#jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jj maybank x sister reader #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank headcanons #jj maybank oneshot #jj maybank imagines

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bucksdoll · 4 months

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just droppin a barry thought

cw : flirty but nothing overall inappropriate. jus teasing barry with nicknames.

yk how he calls rafe country club? imagine him having those little names for everyone, and when you first meet him you don’t know it’s his ‘thing’, and you think he’s jus bein cute or wtv, so you come up with a nickname for him too and it just drives him insane (in a good way). maybe you two have a pretty flirty relationship, you’ve never done anything about it, but whenever you see eachother you can’t seem to stop. having some conversations here and there, but the friendship is mainly handsy touches and flirty whispers.

smth like bear. like not too much thought behind it, but smth that makes enough sense. bear, kinda short for barry, also just callin him bear as just a beefy guy kinda thing would prolly drive him out of his mind.

imagine you’re at party, and he’s mingling with other people (trying to sell shit), and you just breeze up to him. probably in a short ass flowy dress that you can barely excuse as a swimsuit cover up. you’ve got alc or weed in your system, so everything is jus a little fuzzy, but with that peaceful buzz that just makes you feel sooo good. enough buzz to take the weight off your shoulders and give you a burst of confidence, but not quite enough to start making dumb decisions. the party is pretty loud, there’s a ton of people, so you have to shove a couple shoulders to get to him, but eventually you do.

he’s leaning against the white marble counter, gabbing some group of guys ears off, his words slightly slurred, and the men (clearly on way more shit than he was) were just nodding along absentmindedly. if the house was empty it would feel weird for him to be in such a pristine white kook environment, but considering on the other end of the kitchen island you could see someone snorting a line, it seemed like he fit right in. he was standing towards the edge of the island, the side facing the rest of the crowded room. he held onto the corner of it for support, rafe definitely having convinced him to have a few more claws than he normally had whenever he tries to sell shit at parties.

you walk behind him, grazing your fingers under the hem of his shirt, lightly following his vline up before continuing to trace his shorts waistband around back to where you stood, then pulling your hand away. he lightly flinched, instantly relaxing when he noticed it was you, but knowing barry he probably would’ve relaxed if it was any girl feeling him up.

“hey bear.” you whispered, your hand traveling up his back to his shoulder, where you then rested your head. he turned his head to the side, meeting your face on his shoulder, not even inches away from each other.

“what’d you jus call me?” his brows furrowed a little, and he let a little cocky grin slip before biting his lower lip. his eyes stared into yours, pupils blown, and it was impossible to determine whether it was from the alcohol or how close you two were.

“nuthin.” you reply, your eyes blown too, but yours was definitely from how close you two were. you bit your lip too, very awfully hiding a smile, which still perched at your cheeks. your hand gave his bicep a squeeze, and just as he went to turn around to drill you further, you wandered off towards the backyard. your eyes following him for just a moment, before you turned your head back forward, flipping your hair over your shoulder. you drug one hand delicately down the island as you walked towards the open doors, admittedly swaying your hips a bit more than they normally did as you walked. you breathed in the fresh air as you finally met the open doors, finally out of the atmosphere of the stuffy party, and you just continued your trek. probably going to find a friend to chat with for a bit before barry inevitably catches back up with you later. and who knows what he has in store then.

-feel free to leave me requests for more barry (or their obx character) blurbs !!! i need ideas :)

dividers by gigittamic

#obx #outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks fluff #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks smut #barry outer banks #barry obx #barry obx fanfic #outer banks fanfic #obx smut #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #obx fic #obx cast

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lunels · 11 months

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Hi, hope you’re doing well 💘 would I be able to request headcanons about what ellie’s ideal girl would be?

hii thank u! & thank u sm 4 requesting you're my first one!!! i hope you like :) also sorry i wrote a little too much..

ellie's ideal girl headcannons

automatically. she would luvvvvvv someone who is a badass. LIKE. confident, has some confidence. someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind or voice their opinion. i think of dina for example, who’s a little bit of a flirt. made it known that she liked ellie, who went and kissed ellie first. orrr riley, who was impulsive and willingly brought ellie along w her sometimes to show that she wasn’t afraid to join the fireflies. who showed she was determined to do what she thought was right. ellie is def into those types of women.... and more! hold on.

she'd love someone who could match her level of wittiness and have an even smarter mouth. sharp minded individuals!!! she would find that veryyyy attractive. someone who can have her a little speechless or gets her gears turning. like damn... okay, shit.

someone who doesn't take a lot of things seriously. WHO KNOWS HOW TO CRACK A DAMN JOKE. like come onnn we already know ellie is a big jokester !!!! she's a sarcastic girl. she would grow bored of someone who doesn't know how to have a little fun.. yk??? a little frisky.. a little..... yk???? just have SOME sense of humor and you're good. you make her laugh. you're married.

SOMEONE WHO ISN'T GONNA GET BORED OF HER TALKING AND RAMBLING AB THE STUFF SHE LIKES...... sorry to keep yelling at you. so sorry. 😇 just someone who listens to her!!!!! who is genuinely interested in learning more ab her interests!!! basically hearts in her eyes. she will love U 4ever.

someone who accepts her flaws regardless of what they are. she's an insecure girl. she would grow fond of someone who can accept her all, bad or good. who will stay after seeing her bad moments.

she'll neeeeddd someone who is the type to be reassuring when she feels like she's drowning and who makes her feel wanted. ellie is def the type to doubt herself and be heavily insecure in a lot of her abilities. feeling as if she's not good enough. she will feel drawn to people who see something in her and aren’t shallow. willing to show her that she is enough. that she is everything and more!!!

someone who is also, if not equally artistic as her. im not hating on the no hobby girls or the sleeps all day and stays in their room girls because thats also me! but i feel like a relationship w ellie or just a friendship in general would mesh very well if you had a handful of interests that you indulged in. bonus if youre into the same things!!! (she's already scribbling ab you in her journal) she’s THE clingy type but would like a bit of independence. don’t get me wrong for the sleeps all day girls, she’d love you too. promise. being in that gogogo mode and all that overworking she does to herself will backfire on her. just keep doing yo thanggg & she'll come thru

hate to say it but. someone who is motherly. idk how to explain it!! i hope that's not weird. like a nurturing person. she's been pretty much absent of a mother/mother figure her whole life and being friends/dating someone who nurtures and cares for her in a motherly way would have her HOOKED. she would be surpised at how good it feels to be taken care of for a little bit. she's not used to the being taken care of acts. or the just because kisses. or the long hugs when you notice she's off. or the frequent how are you feeling? how was your day? what's got you so worked up? dykwim?? does someone know what i mean???? just yeah. that.

alsoooo also idkkk but somebody who is the type to initate things. i know alot of ppl write/see ellie as the one to start everything and be on top and blahblahbalah and i do too sometimes! butttt she also second guesses she's nervyyyy she's veryyy much in her head. she will stand there and look at you with nothing behind her eyes screaming in her head wondering if you think of her the way she thinks of you UNTIL you just say i like you!!! wanna go out sometime?!?!? and you're set. done. she might as well just kiss you right there. if you go out of your way to show that you're interested, she'll do the rest. maybe. probably.

and that’s all i can think of thank you 4 requesting <3 xoxo, butterfly 🦋

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams headcannons

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bug-bites · 3 months

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west side apartment, paper plane

tw: brief non-graphic mentions of ghost going thru war stuff and ghost's backstory in the comics (changed a few details because this is fanfic. duh), slight angst (bc yk,, yearning) but sort of fluff if ghost had a dollar for every moment he spent yearning he would have enough money to retire and live a happy life away from the military, also we're pretending british chinese takeout is good, not proofread :P

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader (like always can be read as platonic or romantic)

characters: simon "ghost" riley

a/n: i hate how fucking massive the song link is but yk what its fine. but i am back and in a laufey moment!

simon has lived an interesting life, maybe he wouldn’t use interesting. if he could describe it he would probably use words like terrifying, cruel, or for a lack of better terms, shitty. from the moment he was born it seemed like misery and tragedy followed him around like a stray dog, finding its way into every aspect of his existence. his childhood home was always something he wanted to escape, or rather his father was what he wanted to run away from. there were good moments after he kicked the old bastard out, but the ever present threat of tragedy proved that it wouldn’t last. life had been cruel, dealing him possibly the worst hand possible, the only constant being misfortune, that is until you came along.

a temporary living arrangement. thats all it was. rent was a little too much for one person to afford, so you both signed the lease on a crummy, small, mixed-use apartment right in the middle of manchester. it wasn’t much, takeout dinners from the restaurant below and late rent payments were the norm but even with the busted heating, life in that apartment had never felt so warm.

after long shifts at your respective jobs he would come home, plastic bags of takeout in his hands, a sign for you to set a few blankets on the ground before both of you eat ungodly amounts of shrimp fried rice and orange sesame chicken. he could spend hours listening to you speak, nothing made him feel so at home. maybe it was the fact that the food was good and also inexpensive, or maybe it was because he was too exhausted to do anything else, but he loved those long sleepless nights spent sitting on the floor, talking about everything and nothing. simon cant imagine another time in his life when he was genuinely so happy or another time he laughed so hard water came out his nose.

he especially loved opening fortune cookies with you at the end of every meal. sure, he never believed in those fortunes but the idea was always fun to entertain. the sound of the cookie cracking open to expose the slip of paper, revealing what the future had in store for him usually filled him with a childlike curiosity. or at least got a laugh out of him.

“hah, mine says ‘there will be a happy romance for you shortly’. these things really could not be farther from the truth. bet yours is more accurate” you say, popping half of the broken cookie into your mouth “your father loves you and is always with you. remember that.” he reads out loud with a chuckle “oh. that- hm. yeah i take that back”

but the one thing he loved more than opening those silly fortunes with you or the late night dinners was after you both cleaned up the empty takeout boxes, taking the menus and folding them into paper planes. it became a sort of tradition after you got bored and began to mess around with the glossy paper that listed mouthwatering dishes and house specials. he could never get it right, one wing was always too big or his folds were clumsily made and uneven, making them practically incapable of flight but yours were the complete opposite. each crease made was perfect, every intricate pleat skillfully crafted to allow the small paper aircraft to glide through the air with ease. as you tossed your planes off the balcony of your shared flat, the sight of the plane sailing through the air as the sun set always filled the both of you with a sense of nostalgia. and of course you both picked them up and tossed them out because we dont mess w/ littering over here

simon cant help but look back at those simpler times and miss them. he knows from the start it was intended to be temporary, but he’s been through so much chaos and trauma all he just wants a quiet life where he doesnt have to be ghost. he just wants a nice warm home to come back to. it doesnt have to be big, it doesnt have to be expensive, it just has to feel like home. it just has to feel like you. its been so long since the two of you parted ways but as he stares at the last paper airplane that he kept, he cant help but wonder if you feel that way too. as he lies awake in his bed at the military base he’s stationed in, he spends those nights craving that domesticity he had with you. he recalls every memory, every minute detail that made him love that cramped apartment and maybe how he loved you even more.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #x reader #ghost call of duty #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #simon “ghost” riley #songfic #can you tell i like writing abt domestic ghost?#anyways laufey songs as cod characters will probably be a series bc i have so much planned tee hee #maybe ill make a poll for whos next :3 #probably just tha 141 but who knows!#bug blurb #Spotify

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homoeroticbetrayal · 1 year

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Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 1

Round 1 Directory

Context (they're really good very passionate):

Nagi/Reo (Blue Lock)

basicallt bluelock is a soccer program being funded by the soccer association (i swear i know soccer im tryna speed through this) theyre tryna make it so japan wins the world cup and to do so you need a strong striker. so they gathered all the young adults (hs graduates) and put them in this program, which, if you're eliminated, you dont have a career in soccer at ALL. they didnt know this walking into it :p. so reo and nagi met in school and reo saw him (rich kid, gets what he wants but doesnt really know what he wants yk) and said that he has to have him. or....... something. anyways, reo needed someone to learn soccer with and he chose the most antisocial sleepy guy on campus. and then proceeded to be an absolute simp (theres a scene he literally massages his back.) he also has canonically called nagi "good boy" (nagi said "yes boss" to him as well) context for the specfic betrayal was the game required them to be in teams of 3 and this is after reo and nagi's previous team of like 8-10 lost to isagi's team. reo and nagi said that they were going to go to win the world cup together. thats always been their promise. (theyve known each other for half a year i think. which is a short amount of time to be so attached LMAO.)

they also have a second betrayal which is honestly worse than this one, and reo's team loses to isagi/nagi's team and nagi tells him he's done with reo.

its a common theme of nagi never picking reo btw. reo was upset after the game because after you win a mtach you pick someone from the losing team to advance with and NAGI DIDNT ADVOCATE FOR REO HARD ENOUGH I GUESS AND ISAGI TOLD THEM ALL THAT THE BEST CHOICE WAS CHIGIRI. so they had another homoerotic fight that im never getting over. hope this meets ur criteria. they're in their exes era. its slightly better tho because nagi does feel bad/sorry for what he said.

(Other anon, I'll include your essay if they make it into the next round)

Geto/Gojo

"He was my friend, my one and only" ultrapowerful, one tried for it one born with it bitches but the twist is one was so consumed by the twisted horrible nature of humanity he went all Magneto but a lot more murderous while the other one only stays nonmurderous because he believes in changing the system by training the next generation. You don't understand he spared him, you don't understand, Gojo's devastation of knowing that he didn't do anything to help him as he slowly literally ate and ate and ate hate and pain to protect people that didn't protect his own. The devastation of knowing that there was nothing else to say nothing to do no way to help him bring him back he'd changed into someone he understood but simply couldn't support. Geto's betrayal, leaving everything and everyone behind because their way not only wasn't working but it was protecting those who wouldn't protect them. Geto laughed for the first time in ten years after all this when Gojo said something to him , the moment before he (Gojo) killed him, carried his body, refused to have it burned. Geto gets basically possessed and when Gojo sees not!him for the first time he freezes and gets captured, Geto almost breaks the possession momentarily whe he hears his name , he doesn't, Gojo gets captured, Geto is stuck, cursed , dead.

#nagireo #SatoSugu #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #geto suguru #gojo satoru #bllk #jjk #polls

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lighteez · 8 months

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ahem ahem. may i request a blurb of soft sex with kaeya. yk what i mean, sex with real love. and it’s just so good they don’t wanna stop. :33 LMFAO

okay so... I didn't know if you mean like... a scenario, or a whole oneshot (im doing both) so here's the small blurb (i call it scenario), and the oneshot will be posted soon 😎 (link will be added here soon) (MDNI, 18+ BLURB AND LINK TO THE FIC HERE)

so without further ado, here's the blurb:

it was the day before Valentine's Day, and it's your first time celebrating it with Kaeya. You work at your flower shop, and since it was a holiday, you had tons of work that you completely forgot about buying Kaeya a small gift. Before you closed your shop, you decided to make a small bouquet of flowers for him and a small letter that expressed your thoughts and words towards him. You weren't that good with words, so gift giving was the perfect way to show people you love them along with writing letters. As you finished, you went back to your apartment to get ready and meet Kaeya at his house.

When you arrived, however, there were so many flowers in your living room with so many candles lit up. on the couch there were two large travel bags filled with stuff as you walked over to it and saw tickets to a getaway at some cabin.

"Happy early Valentine's Day gift, sweetheart." He came from behind you holding a wine bottle and hugged you from the back. "I prepared this cute set up for both of us. We're leaving tomorrow morning so I packed most of the things that you need, like those cute puppy pjs that you always wear." He giggled and gave you kisses on your neck.

You thanked him for doing this for you and he told you that you deserved this and more. Spending the night with him was amazing, nothing sexual happened but it was just a sweet night getting your things ready to leave tomorrow. You both fell asleep on your bed and cuddled happily with one another, sleeping soundly.

The next day arrived and both of you made it to your cabin, and the scenery was absolutely gorgeous. there was a waterfall right in front of your cabin and the smell of the water and earth made everything relaxing to you. As you settled into the cabin, Kaeya suggested to you that both of you should take a small walk around before you got ready to go to dinner.

As you both went behind the waterfall there was a cute picnic set up with magical lights and candles around with another large bouquet of flowers for you near the picnic basket. Kaeya told you his feelings behind the waterfall and you both ate the small lunch, there was a steamy moment where you both make out behind that waterfall and almost got carried away by having sex right there in the picnic blanket.

You stopped that moment between you both because you had a surprise for him after dinner and he reluctantly agreed to it. As nighttime fell he saw you wear a gorgeous night dress, he couldn't take his eyes off you the whole night.

When you returned to the cabin, you immediately grabbed your bag and dragged it to the bathroom without him seeing you. You put on a sexy lingerie that you had kept since last year, but never got to put it on. When you walked out of the bathroom with your bathing robe, Kaeya knew something was up since you weren't wearing your usual pj's to sleep.

"Darling... what are you doing? Where's your pj's?" He raised an eyebrow at you as he sat on the bed only having his tie hanging loosely around his neck as three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. You felt yourself get aroused at how hot he looked, leaning in the bed like that. Immediately you took off your robe and exposed the cute lingerie set to him.

His eyes widened and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, groaning into his hands as he eyed you from head to toe. "Fucking shit, darling... you look absolutely gorgeous." He whispered as he got up and grabbed you by the waist, placing a kiss on your forehead and swaying you from side to side. He took his time to look at you with adoration and love, as you made the first move to kiss his lips softly.

Everything moved slowly, your kiss was sweet and full of love as he moved you to the bed, placing you in the middle of the bed, with your head on the pillows as he couldn't get enough of kissing your lips while his hands roamed your body. making you shiver under his touch as his hand finally went to your thighs, spreading your legs apart as his fingers teased you.

You hugged him tightly as your fingers took off his shirt slowly, undressing him as he prepared your hot cunt while you pulled out his cock and stroked him. He groaned into your ear and told you how much he adores you and how much he loves you as well. Both of you kissed until you both were ready to finally make love.

He slowly went inside of you, waiting until you adjusted well around him. Once you did, he started moving at a slow pace, running his hands carefully around your body, taking off your bra and began to kiss your chest with love. His pace was slow, but that's all that took to have you squirm beneath him. The sex is slow, fun, and full of love, he was taking you with patience as he kissed you all over your body.

"I love you, i love you so~ much, my love." He whispered each time he kissed your skin. Acting as if you were such a fragile piece to him, he wanted to take his time with you doing this. While you were making soft noises underneath him, he couldn't resist but play with your nipples. sucking them softly as his free hand went down to your clit and played with it slowly, making you arch your back slowly as you gasped.

It was now the middle of the night and he was on the third round, this time it was you sitting in his lap, sitting in his dick as you both kissed more. You told him how much you loved him for making sex be so caring and loveable since it was your second time having sex with him. the first time was on his birthday and you both had a great time, but today... he was enjoying you more, taking his time with you and making sure you were both satisfied again after such a long time of not having sex together.

The sweet moment came to an end as you both cuddled under the blanket, naked and warmth hitting you both, turning to look outside the windows to see the calming waterfall in front of you. Falling asleep in each other's holds was the best thing, especially after having love with each other. Valentine's day came to an end and it was such a perfect day for you both, Kaeya and you would remember this day forever.

a/n: i hope this is what you meant by a blurb lol, the link for the oneshot will be posted soon on this post so enjoy the small blurb in the meantime!! thanks for reading this and requesting it!!

link:

1st link is to ao3

2nd link is to the tumblr post

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total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel · 3 months

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Revenge of the island was doomed from the start when the first character they introduced was jo. Like what the fuckkk at first I was like. Is that human like wtf 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 then girls first line is “stay out of my way if you value your kiwis” like girl you sound like 🤓🤓🤓 yk what I mean. Like bro Scott’s just chilling what did he do to you fuckface. They should’ve let Anne Maria hair spray jo to death of something but wtffff jo u r not the main character 😭😭😭😭 then let’s talk about this bitchs behavior is the goddamn intro. Girls punching a punching bag in the middle of the woods (whime did you get that). Cameron is almost killed and blasted off into space and jo catches him and does one good thing for humanity then immediately after just tosses him onto the ground to go chase after brick???? WTF we get it ho ur not like othim girls and u wanna be one of the boys sooo badly 😭😭😭 stfu what did brick even do to you. His first words to u were ma’am because he’s a fucking simp and rides him dick 24/7 like why be so mean to himmm. Goofy ass. Then he’s on the beach racing with brick and almost driving him into cardiac arrest like bro don’t kill him. Ik ur heartless and all but girllll no one asked 🥴🥴🥴 brick should’ve beaten the shit out of him. Out of my way triathlete coming thru 😈😈😈😈😈🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓 omg I’m so scared 😱😱😱😱😱 go away. Literally no one asked girl. he almost drowns Zoey and Staci just to be number one like broooo ur actually done this time . Then launches himself off Sam to do a flip like girl u are not the main character. I’d rathim go thru 60 episodes of zoke and commando Zoey than watch jo every again. S4 was literally so bad and I blame it all on him. Then he’s pissed at dawn for getting to shore quicker BABE TAKE A CHILLPILL GODDAMNN….. wish dawn could’ve owned him and exposed him or smth idk. Make him feel ashamed. No wonder lightning thought u were a man like bro Shut up guys are annoying and so are you 😭😭😭😭 so I consider him just as bad as one. Lightning should’ve kept misgendering him I found it funny. “Sorry you had to lose to a girl 🤓🤓🤓🤓” wow you’re so fucking different!!! Do you want a medal too. Lightning should’ve beat his ass on the spot and I wish Chris ran him over with his little go cart. Sooo glad Scott found the invincibility statue because if jo didn’t get eliminated ep10 I would’ve straight up killed myself fr 😭😭 like no joke I’d hang myself from the ceiling. he’s always so grumpy too wtfffff. he should’ve got mutated instead of Dakota I’m not even kidding. Calling squirrels stupid is also lowkey kindaaaaa 😐😐 look at yourself Joey 😭😭 you’re not any hotter. he looks like one of those inbred lion/tiger hybrids you know what I mean. That gamer indent isn’t cute eithim….. 😬😬😬😬 thought you were an athlete. That’s embarrassing!!! Now ur skull is permanently mutated that’s so cringe. Then he laughs at lightning getting hit in the head and then gets trampled by a trampoline LMAO glad that bitch got him karma. Brick did nothing to help him in that moment and he’s so real for that tbh. Should’ve kicked dirt onto his head but whatevvvssss 😐😐😐😐. “All right let’s do this 🤪🤪🤪” and then falls into the water LMAOOOOOOO failure!!!!! Imagine 😭😭 like girl I thought you were a pro athlete thime’s no way ur real. Notice he’s smiling at Anne Maria getting hurt when hitting the bottom of the totem pole Everytime. That’s the same state Jeffrey Dahmer gave his victims before he killed them and ate them. he’s a psychopath I’m not even kidding. Then he kicks the trampoline out from under AM like UMMMM???? At least try to help him jfc. Toxic rats was the best team bc they don’t have jo. “Good grief 😐😐😐” corny ahhh line. Chester should’ve beaten the shit out of him too tbh 😭😭😭😭 I wish so hard that he died when he fell down that wayerfillll like aughhhshshsgwuwjwjjjebns.

If the maggots lost they def would’ve voted out Jo or smth but nooo he has plot armor ong 😭😭😭😭😭 I’d rathim listen to a podcast made by Staci than listen to Jo’s corny ass nicknames. Then he has to go how’d they get in front of us!!!! Like MAYBE… this is a wild suggestion too. Maybe you’re…. A SHIT TEAM LEADER 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 crazy I know. Brick should’ve beat him ass in that thumb wrestle but jo just tries killing him like jfc. Instead of a thumb wrestling contest they could’ve done an idk. Ummm like whoever can hit the othim upside the head with the a rock the hardest idk. And brick could’ve won and DESTROYED that ho. I’m not good at making suggestions. And everyone coming at me in the replies how’s it feel to be wronggggg 😁😁😁😁 y’all need to stop dickriding jo asap idk. he’s not that good. he let him team to crashing into that cabin like bro stop trying to kill everyone lmao. Jo kinda dresses like those homelsss ppl u see on the side of the highway with those goofy “if you love god donate to me!!!” signs. Idk girl just get a new wardrobe or smth. Brick would help you but since you’re such a shithead he’s not helping u lmao cope and seethe 😙😙😙😙 he probably smells like axe deodorant too lmao imagine.

Erm yeahhh I’m done. Idk what to call my anon. Jater because I am a jo hater!!! Maybe I’ll rant about her in episode 2 because he rlly got on my nerves that episode but he also gets on my nerves every episode sooooo 😒😒😒😒 bye xoxo. You’re mad because you know I’m right 😘😘😘😘

#long post #tw sui ideation #jater #jater are you typing these out gendering jo correctly and then replacing every instance of female pronouns w he/him/his #because you called Anne Maria a him and also put thime instead of there??#total drama

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heyyyy beautiful person I saw your requests were open

Yk that scene in scream where Liv and Chad were making out and then Chad told her that I'm not 100% sure you're not the killer and she got mad and left could I possibly get a Mindy Meeks x female reader of that scene (including the makeout pls 😭)

Thanks anyways and have a nice day/night❤️

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⊹ฺ Character(s): Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream 2022)

☽ Request Status: Open ☾

⊹ฺ Contains: Use of She/They pronouns for the Reader; Mentions of underage drinking/pot use; use of the petnames “sunshine” and “baby”; Mentions of murder; Angst; Reader might be too forgiving, honestly; SFW

(Please let me know if I missed anything!)

⊹ฺ Note: Thank you so much for requesting, Anon! It literally means so much, haha. Apologies in advance, because I have never written a make-out session before, but I still really hope you like it! <3

☽ Word Count: 1.6K, 3 pages ☾

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(Y/N) frowned, looking at everyone around her having a good time with mixed emotions. Their friend just died, and this was supposed to be a way to mourn, not get plastered. (Y/N) also acknowledged how that could have just been their thought process as someone who didn't drink. It still felt odd to them that it seemed like Amber was hosting a little rager instead of a memorial.

She looked down at the unopened can of Coke in their hand and opened it before looking back toward the living room couch. That was where (Y/N) had spent most of the first half of their night before Chad and Liv started making out right next to her. Lucky for (Y/N), the couch was open again, and she could stop awkwardly leaning against the staircase. (Y/N) took a drink before navigating the crowd of drunk teenagers to the spot she claimed on Amber's couch.

"Hey, sunshine." (Y/N) jumped slightly at the new presence before looking over at who had sat next to her. (Y/N) felt the tips of their ears heat up as their eyes met Mindy's.

"Hi." They mumbled with a smile, forcing her eyes to look somewhere else. Despite that, (Y/N) could still feel Mindy's eyes on them, lingering just longer than necessary. They could picture the slightly cheeky grin on her face. Mindy loved to tease them.

Mindy laughed beside them, turning her eyes to the screen where Stab was playing. As oddly as it sat with them, (Y/N) couldn't help the vague amusement at the movie that was playing. Still, that amusement was also dampened by knowing the film's story. (Y/N) knew that Mindy considered it one of her favorites, and (Y/N) also wondered how much of the favoritism came from having something of her uncle that wasn't a picture.

"(Y/N)." They perked up at Mindy's voice, looking over at the girl almost too eagerly. "Come here." Mindy's teasing grin returned, and the flustered heat spread further over (Y/N)'s face. Mindy's left arm moved to the arm of the couch, her beer still in her hand, and (Y/N) was so close to drooling. Mindy looked so relaxed and confident as she borderline manspread on the couch.

"You are so pretty." (Y/N)'s words were hushed and full of awe as they looked at their girlfriend. Giggles escaped their lips. "Like, holy shit."

Mindy laughed along with (Y/N), patting one of her thighs and beckoning (Y/N) to come closer. As (Y/N) moved closer to Mindy, Mindy moved her legs closer together to give (Y/N) a more stable seat. (Y/N) pressed herself into Mindy as she sat down, watching the movie as Mindy's free hand came to play with hers. At that moment, (Y/N) forgot every thought and feeling that told them she was out of place, focusing on nothing but the girl underneath her. Even when Mindy's brother sat on the chair next to them, letting himself be outwardly frustrated, (Y/N) didn't care; they just continued to laugh at the movie with Mindy.

As the actor playing Randy stood up to explain The Rules, Mindy's hand moved from (Y/N)'s and settled on their hip. (Y/N) laughed, knowing that whenever the scene played, Mindy felt the urge to break one of those rules while she was with (Y/N). Or, if Mindy didn't want to break one of the rules, she teased at it just to make them laugh. Mindy pulled (Y/N) closer - which she wasn't sure how she did it - as she halfheartedly protested Chad leaving the house to find Liv alone.

"Yeah, Chad, Min's right." (Y/N) but in. "The killer already went after Tara, and in case you haven't forgotten, we're here because they killed Wes. Going alone is stupid as hell."

"She's not texting me back." He answered, shrugging on his letterman jacket, paying his sister and her girlfriend no mind.

"Because she's probably dead." Mindy shot back, moving her head to the side as (Y/N) went to rest her eyes against Mindy's neck. As soon as the response left Mindy's mouth, (Y/N) pinched her thigh. "Hey!"

"Don't be mean." They shrugged. While there was a chance that Mindy was right, (Y/N) preferred not to think about it.

"Thank you, (Y/N). And Jesus, Mindy. That's my girlfriend. I love her."

"That was your girlfriend." Mindy drones, taking her eyes from the screen to look at (Y/N). They looked back into Mindy's warm brown eyes, looking at her somewhat incredulously. Mindy pressed a kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead, and they knew it was meant as a silent apology from her. They kissed Mindy's cheek back.

"So, you're just gonna sit here and watch a movie about our uncle getting stabbed?" He asks in defense, motioning toward the TV.

(Y/N) looked between the Meeks-Martin siblings from their spot on Mindy's lap. Mindy shrugged at her brother, squeezing (Y/N)'s hip. "It calms me down, okay?" Mindy rolled her eyes. "I'm also gonna smoke some weed and possibly hook up with (Y/N)." Mindy smirked, sending (Y/N) a wink that made them look to the side in embarrassment.

"Have fun." Chad nodded, walking off to find Liv, heeding Mindy's warning of grabbing a weapon before entirely making an exit. Mindy didn't even look back at her brother and instead set her beer on the floor. (Y/N) took another quick drink of their Coke before following suit, looking down at Mindy. Despite being in public, and despite the Rules of Horror Movies, (Y/N) could never resist the opportunity to kiss Mindy.

Mindy smirked up at (Y/N), pulling them closer by the back of their neck. Immediately, one of (Y/N)'s hands went to Mindy's thigh to keep themselves steady while the other went to her shoulder. Their lips met, and (Y/N) couldn't help the soft smile straining itself into the kiss because of how sweet that first kiss was. Gods, how they loved Mindy's kisses.

After that first kiss, they multiplied instantly, and while they were still sweet, (Y/N) could feel the mood shift. The kisses were becoming less soft and closer to bruising with every passing second. All thoughts of an innocent make-out session were gone once Mindy's tongue slid against the seam of (Y/N)'s lips. Their lips immediately parted, and (Y/N) pushed their tongue to move passed Mindy's, hoping to take the lead. Mindy entertains their whims for a moment, opting to shift their body so (Y/N)'s straddling her.

(Y/N) flushed, feeling how Mindy's hand moved from the back of their neck to cup her cheek and how she sneakily raised one of her legs. Mindy softly laughed at the squeak that left (Y/N)'s throat. (Y/N) felt their body ignore any dominant front they had attempted moments before as Mindy reminded them who was in control. "You're so sweet, baby." Mindy praised against their lips before going in for another kiss.

(Y/N) kissed Mindy back, letting their teeth scrape softly against her lip before pulling away. "Were you serious about hooking up?"

"Absolutely." Mindy replies with a nod, pressing a gentle kiss against their lips. "But, I can't be sure."

(Y/N) frowned, pushing themselves away from Mindy. "What do you mean?" Though they were slightly bummed out, (Y/N) was more confused than upset. Consent is key, and either party is free to change their mind. The insecure part of their mind needed an explanation.

Guilt showed in Mindy's eyes. "It's just-" Mindy sighed, making sure (Y/N) would be steady as Mindy sat up. "I don't know if you're the murderer." Mindy looked down, but her grip stayed secure. She didn't want to let (Y/N) go - she wanted them to hear her out.

"But-" (Y/N) felt their eyes tearing up. They sniffled before speaking up. "But, I was with you when Tara and Wes were attacked!" (Y/N) couldn't keep their bottom lip from trembling, nor could they bring themselves to pull away from Mindy.

"I know, baby, I know." Mindy sighed again, finally looking back into (Y/N)'s eyes. "But sometimes there were two killers. And you shouldn't trust me so blindly either."

(Y/N) didn't know if Mindy was hinting at something, but they still refused to believe that Mindy could be the killer - or one of the killers. They knew that Mindy could be blunt and cynical, but (Y/N) knew that Mindy wasn't a murderer, whether under the guise of Ghostface or some other circumstance. "Mindy, you wouldn't."

"Oh yeah?" Mindy got closer to (Y/N)'s face in a way that felt slightly threatening. (Y/N) assumed Mindy was doing it out of some kind of self-defense thing. However, they still couldn't help the shiver that rolled down their spine or the urge to bite their lip to focus on the physical pain rather than the emotional pain they were starting to feel.

"Yeah." (Y/N)'s voice cracked, and tears still trailed down their face. They refused to show any hint of anxiety, wanting Mindy to know how much they loved and trusted her.

Mindy took (Y/N)'s hands in hers, pressing a kiss to their backs. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

They nodded, finally pushing themselves out of Mindy's lap. They picked up their can of Coke from the floor and moved to the far end of the couch. As hurt as (Y/N) was at Mindy thinking they could be Ghostface, they still loved her. They could deal with their hurt feelings with Mindy tomorrow or even when all the murders were over. For now, they just wanted to be with their girlfriend and make sure she made it through the night.

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