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solarmorrigan · 5 months

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Steve Harrington is absolutely the sort of person to become emotionally dependent on a pet. He grew up lonely and he loves taking care of things, and here's this creature that loves him unconditionally and is dependent on him for care? He's a goner

He finds a kitten in his backyard, wet and cold and alone, but in pretty good shape, all things considered. It hisses and swipes at him, but it's also mewing pathetically, and Steve can't just leave it, so he manages to get the thing inside with minimal blood loss (all his) and cleans it up and feeds it. It's a lot more amenable to the idea of Steve once it's warm and dry and full, and by the end of the day, it's curled up and purring in the crook of his neck, and Steve is already prepared to die for this thing

He does recognize that the right thing to do is to ask around and see if anyone is missing a kitten, which he does do, but no one on his street or the next one over lays claim to it, and there aren’t any kind of wanted posters going up for it, so Steve decides he is now the proud owner of a cat

He names her Baby and dotes on her accordingly. (In his defense, the name is Robin's idea; she tells him that he treats the cat enough like a baby, so the name might as well fit. Steve's always been shit at coming up with names, so he just goes with it)

Baby is the world's most spoiled cat, which Steve readily admits. But isn't that what cats are for? She's a wonderful cat and she clearly deserves nice things and Steve is going to get them for her. Toys, treats, a plush cat bed, the best food, whatever he thinks she could possibly need or want. If "I work hard so my cat can live a better life" t-shirts had existed in the 80s, Robin probably would have gotten one for him and he probably would have worn it

Of course, it helps that Baby actually does adore Steve. With everyone else, she ranges from frosty to outright hostile (she's taken a particular dislike to Eddie, of all people, which is unfortunate, because Steve really, really likes Eddie); she'll consent to be admired, and she'll accept treats, and she might even let more familiar people pet her, but in the end she is very much Steve's baby. If he's home, she's stuck to his side like a burr, curled up wherever he is and purring away, content just to be with him. She still snuggles up in the crook of his shoulder at night, just like when she was a kitten, even though she's bigger now and is a bit less easily accommodated

It goes without saying that Baby is strictly an indoor cat. Steve lives right up against the woods and there are predators out there, and people in town drive like assholes, and Steve won't take the chance of her being eaten or run over or meeting some other horrible fate. He really doesn't think his heart could take it

But of course, because all cats are terrible bastards at heart (affectionate), Baby darts out the back door one day as Steve is coming in off the patio, chasing after some other small animal that Steve can't even see, and she's out of the backyard and up towards the trees before Steve can do much more than make a grab for her

And Steve, who has survived interrogations and monster attacks and many situations objectively much more stressful than this, does not panic. He does spend half the night wandering around in the trees with a flashlight, shaking a bag of cat food and calling for Baby, but that's not panicking, that's problem solving

He eventually gets too cold and too tired to keep going and has to pack it in for the night. He holds onto some shred of hope that she'll be waiting by the back door when he wakes up, wondering why the hell it's taken so long for him to come let her in, but apparently that's not the way life works, because the patio and all areas around the house are still distinctly catless come daybreak

Eddie shows up sometime mid-morning, just as Steve is preparing to head back out and look for her. He has genuinely never seen Steve so upset; he looks like he might actually cry if he doesn't find that damn cat, which just isn't something that Steve does. But he's actually fucking distraught, and Eddie simply can't have that, even if Baby is his nemesis, so he goes to the phone and makes some calls

He cashes in on favors, he makes promises, he actually agrees to pay Mike ten bucks to show up, but he gets the kids, all the older teens (the only reason Robin hadn't been there already is because Steve hadn't paused long enough to tell her what was going on), and even the Corroded Coffin boys up to Steve's house to comb the woods for Steve's damn cat

It's Eddie who finds her in the end, a shock of pale, mewling fur actually stuck in a fucking tree. The cliche nearly kills him – either that or trying to climb down a tree one-handed while holding a cat. He's surprised she actually lets him pick her up, but then again, she's been out here all night, she's cold, and at least she recognizes Eddie. Maybe this is the beginning of a truce

Or, she might go back to hissing and swiping at Eddie any time she the mood takes her, but Eddie doesn't even care, because Steve is elated to have Baby back, so fucking happy that he doesn't even seem to notice that she's digging her claws into his arm as she clings to him for dear life all the way back to the house. Eddie will deal with anything that Steve loves that much

Steve pays for pizza to thank everyone for putting their Saturday on hold to search-and-rescue a cat, and everyone warms up and eats their fill before slowly filtering back out of the house. And later, after Baby's been cleaned up and fed and properly doted on and is purring away curled up over a heating vent in the living room, Steve takes Eddie upstairs to show his thanks in a much more thorough manner

After all – Baby is very important to him, and he's more relieved than he can say to have her back, but she isn't the only thing that Steve adores

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #while I'm sure steve would love a dog too I just really see him as a cat person #he wants to spoil the shit out of something and that's what cats are made for #meanwhile Eddie is losing his mind because cats love him normally. they LOVE him! what is wrong with Steve's cat!#(she does not like sharing steve. that's it that's the reason)#solar wrote

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inconveniently-discorporated · 9 months

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My heart hurts so bad for Aziraphale because I can honestly just relate to him so, so, so much.

(not putting this one under a cut so warning season 2 ahead, I'll tag it at the bottom too)

Aziraphale says, "Nothing lasts forever," but I don't believe for a second he doesn't wish that it did.

He WANTS things to go back to how they used to be. He WANTS the seraphic Crowley squealing with joy as he cranks up the universal machine and sets the stars aflame. He WANTS there to be no sides, he WANTS to believe in the idea of the host united, he WANTS to go back before Crowley got himself in trouble by asking questions. He wants, I think, to be in that moment of creation and adoration forever.

Change seems to frighten him. There's an aspect of uncertainty. There's an element of chaos, the loss of control. I understand this deeply. And what the Metatron offered him was just that: certainty, control, the ability to dictate his own narrative.

I used to be in a toxic job. On top of it, I had intense anxiety and other undiagnosed neurodivergencies that made it even harder to fit in and understand the untold rules I was supposed to follow to get along. When I first got there, it wasn't so bad -- perhaps I was, like Aziraphale, also a bit idealistic. Then there were some changes that brought instability, significant more anxiety, and a lot of nights spent agonizing over my lack of control over it all.

My friends and significant other tried to convince me to leave, but I didn't want to. I didn't know what else was out there. I didn't know if it would be worse. I didn't know what kind of stability it would have.

Then my manager left, so that spot opened up. I had worked there for a long time, and honestly, I never saw myself going into management. I didn't think I could. I wasn't sure I even wanted to. All of that extra stress, on me? Not to mention, getting FURTHER into the job that was taking a massive toll on me? But then...

Then I would have control. Then I could run things the way *I* had always thought they should run. I wouldn't need to worry about who would replace my manager and whether my life would be a living hell -- I would make it what I wanted it to be. Upper management was really pushing for it, so I applied.

To make a long story short: I don't think it went very well. I didn't have the support I needed. I didn't have the emotional skills I needed. I think I did my best, but I'm not fond of those times. At the time, I was SURE that I wanted to move up even more, I was SURE this would make it all better. I thought this was what I REALLY wanted.

But that's not what I needed. What I needed was to get out, and eventually I did. Even as ready as I was to leave, it was absolutely agonizing. I could barely stand to handle the unknown. I was going to work together with my spouse, actually, and I was so excited for that, but I still... I still was upset and worried sick over the dramatic change that would befall my life, after I had made the decision to leave.

That's where I can relate to Aziraphale. I wonder what would've happened if, before I had actually left for good, the head honchos had come up to me and said, "We want to keep you -- how about we offer you (an even higher position)?" -- would I have said no, or would I have wanted to make a difference?

Funny, I said exactly that, too. That's almost why I didn't change jobs in the first place. I said, "But I feel like I'm really making a difference with what I'm doing now." But what pushed me over the edge was realizing that none of that mattered to them, it was all about THEIR control of ME, not the other way around.

I'm so intensely curious to see what happens with Aziraphale next, but I'm sure he will learn what Crowley understands: nothing lasts forever, and sometimes it's good that it doesn't -- even if sometimes we wish it did.

#good omens #gos2 spoilers #good omens meta #Aziraphale analysis

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simpjaes · 2 months

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Have you done a size ranking for Enha’s dick sizes yet ?•_•

not on my blog but boiiiii have i discussed this at length with oomf. let's go ahead and change that tho.

note: i was gonna include pics but tbh i don't rly wanna do that now lmfao sorry. im gatekeeping!!!! you don't have to agree with the sizes im giving them btw, some dude's just have monster cock energy sorry.

★ heeseung:

long and thick. almost too big, sometimes actually too big. takes both hands to jerk him off, and the entire expanse of your throat to swallow him up. honestly, it's so big that you have no choice but to feel each pulse and twitch of it when he's inside of you. the stretch is painful regardless of the position he takes with you, and you're not sure if you could ever get wet enough to ease the sear of it. you don't understand, really, heeseung literally makes you feel like you're being split in half but goddamn does he make it feel amazing at the same time. there are some men out there who have huge cocks and assume that's all they need to pleasure a woman. but oh, oh no no no, heeseung is well aware that you gotta know how to use it too. and boy does he.

☆ jay:

maybe not the longest cock of the bunch but definitely the thickest. for every deep part of you he can't reach, he makes up for it with the way he slams his hips into you, forcing you to feel every thick inch of him. unlike heeseung, you may be able to jerk him off with one hand but it doesn't change the fact that you can't fully wrap your fingers around him, and fitting it into your mouth can be a bit difficult as well. thankfully, jay isn't too worried about teeth when he gets to see you attempt to swallow him up. in fact, the little drag of them scraping the top-side of his cock is something that makes him shiver. he thinks it's cute to see you try and take all of it, actually. never feeling insecure over the fact that while he's definitely not packing anything over 5 to 6 inches, the girth alone is enough to leave a pretty girl calling out his name, begging him to go harder, telling him how good it feels in them.

★sunghoon:

long long long, but not as thick. the reach he can manage is insane, to the point that he'd probably have an obsession with snapping pics of his cock laying between your legs and measuring how far inside of you he's about to put it. visual stimulation, n all that. you can feel him deeper than any one else could probably reach, slamming into your cervix to the point it actually hurts, to the point he could probably have you pregnant in one fuck if you guys wanted to go that route. like that cum wouldn't have to go far at all to reach its goal lmfao jerking him off is easier than anything else, but giving him head can be a bit of a conundrum for you. you can lick and suck all you want with your hand jerking the bottom half of his cock but he's always gonna prefer the feeling of your throat gagging around him instead. he's gonna fuck the whole thing down your throat and adore the way you sound struggling with it.

☆ jake:

a perfect, average, nice cock, for a perfect, not so average, nice man. fits like a puzzle piece and fills you up the perfect amount. enough for it to hurt if he wants it to, enough for him to offer nothing but pure pleasure otherwise. the good thing about jake and his cock is the fact that just about anything can and will get him off, not only because the ease of which it'll fit into you, but because you love every inch of it when he does it. and sure, he can make it feel longer, he can make it feel thicker, all with just a shift of his hips. fr, and he's always shifting them too, trying to reach parts of you he knows he can't. every blowjob is met with gags, of course, because he definitely can't control his hips. every hand job met with the perfect weight in your hand, and every fuck met with a feeling of fullness that renders you capable enough to feel every second of his love rather than having to wince through it and lose your train of thought during certain positions.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #jake smut #jay smut #jongseong smut #jaeyun smut #hardthots

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essentiallyleaf · 7 months

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day 16. incest. with. choi yujin.

1422 words.

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kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, scary scary i-word, older sister yujin, oral sex, masturbation, handjob, perineum stimulation, blowjobs, birthday sex, long ass paragraphs and some long ass sentences, bear with me.

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boo! scared you? creepingly, leaf.

It’s not surprising when Yuijn bursts into your room and punches your mattress to wake you up. When she makes you spinach and egg sweet potato toast for breakfast, when she helps you tie your tie and fixes your uniform, then wishes you “Good luck at school!” before kissing you on the cheek and, as soon as you turn around, playfully slapping your butt. You’re nearing the end of your last year of private high school, you’re used to that at this point. The kisses still feel a little weird, but at the same time you get this sense of warmth from them, not only to your blushing cheekbones, but to your slightly racing heart, as well.

It’s not surprising when she walks around the house in a very thin, somewhat transparent white shirt and no bra, or in tight black biker shorts and no panties underneath, if it’s more comfortable for her. Or that you can see not only the outline of her breasts (they’re very nicely shaped and medium-sized, perfect to fit in your hands), but also her protruding nipples and a hint of her light brown areolas, in one case, and the roundness of her toned buttcheeks and the pronounced mold of her outer lips, in the other. It’s just an acknowledgement of something that’s there, and that you're accustomed to seeing. She’s your sister, after all.

It’s not surprising even when she sneakily walks in on you naked in the bathroom, right out of the shower, just to slap your bare ass and rush out, laughing, and you don’t know if she managed to catch a glimpse of your limp dick as you turn around trying to catch her. She’s always been one to play pranks, this is just another one of them. That’s just how it is, between the two of you, she’s playful, and caring, and affectionate, and you’re just here to appreciate it, nothing strange about it.

Nothing strange about you sitting on the couch with Yujin’s head in your lap while watching TV or reading, and playing with her hair in your fingers or softly scratching her scalp as she falls asleep. About you placing your chin on her shoulder and your hands on the naked skin of her hips when she gives you a ride to kendo practice on her motorbike while wearing a crop top, and feeling the need to hold her waist so so tight, like you’re afraid to fall off, but you never are, when you’re with her. About you accidentally hitting her boob when playing pool wrestling, and the fight just turning into a complete mess of grabbing and squirting water onto one another, getting caught in each other’s swimsuit and almost peeling it off, and ending up in a hugging stalemate, arms and legs around each other, where both of you are panting hard and neither wants to let go, and her skin is wet and soft and it smells like chlorine and flowers. You almost feel like she’s rubbing her pelvis on you a little at the end, and you’re not sure if you actually do it, but you think about lightly thrusting back.

It’s such a smooth path, the one that takes the two of you from all of this, to you kissing her in return every morning with a smile and no blush on your face (at least none caused by embarrassment) and slapping her bouncy butt back as revenge; to Yujin wearing no underwear at home and letting you stare at her noticeable features, smiling with excitement and a bit of pride, and once in a while she bends forward on the table towards you, head between her hands and wearing her bunny face, and the deepest cleavage is right there; to both of you becoming a lot more liberal in using the bathroom at the same time, and sometimes one of the two is in, or just out of the shower, naked in front of the other, and the air suddenly becomes hotter. Being naked in front of one another quickly becomes a habit when you start actively trying to seek it, and getting out of the bathroom naked just to wait and eventually get dressed in your respective rooms, and maybe starting to be out of your own room, and around the bathroom door when you hear the other finish their shower, and even delaying that “eventually” to up to hours later, and walking around the house naked in the meantime, well, that would probably qualify as seeking it.

And when it’s the same blood that runs through your veins, there’s no need to explain, to put people, entire relationships in boxes and restrict them like that. You just, get it. You both understand.

Understand that it’s fine for her to call you in her room and start chatting about the new plant she got for her green themed shelf, about the relationship between Barbie and Ken, about her college friends, and how sometimes it’s hard to tell a very close friendship from a crush, and then ask you to eat her out afterwards (she tastes amazing, like sweet apples and lime, and you want to record her lovely gentle moans and use them as your lullaby; nevermind, she does that for you when she tapes herself masturbating and sends you the audio with two green heart emojis while you’re in your Science class). It’s complicated, it would be if you had to explain Yujin and you to someone else, but when it’s the two of you, it’s simple. You see her lay on her back on the couch studying French and start kissing her neck, lower her tank top to reveal her soft tits and knead, lick all around them. She unbuckles your pants and strokes your cock for a while, when you’re close she lets go, puts two fingers on your perineum and starts circling lightly. You cum hard and make a mess on her tank top and breasts, she doesn’t mind, she was going to shower anyway (“You, too?”). There’s nothing more to it. Just shared moments of affection, of intimacy.

For her birthday, Yujin asks you to have sex with her. She knows you can’t say no, she also knows that you don’t want to say no. Her more and more frequent blowjobs are quite convincing, too. It’s a special day, you can tell when she wears her favorite yellow sleeveless frilly dress to go out for lunch (she gets shrimp and grilled peach skewers with jalapeño-bourbon vinaigrette, you get classic boiled crab), when she holds your hand as you walk along the riverside, when she wears her contagious grin the entire time. When you come back home, you don’t have the time to take your shoes off before she kisses you deeply. The two of you get to her room already naked and she almost crushes your head with her thighs as you give her her first orgasm only using your tongue. You don’t need her to help you get hard. When you place yourself between her legs and your dick on her outer lips, it’s an important moment. Not because you’re her brother and she’s your sister, but because what the two of you have is special, and your first time together is a celebration of it. A special day. Her slick makes your entrance easy and you quickly find yourself bottoming out in her tightness. She kisses you for minutes, before you start moving. You keep eye contact the whole time, she closes her eyes from time to time from the feeling of your length hitting her in spots she didn’t know even existed. You guide her thighs around you to feel closer to her, inseparable. She grabs you by the hair as she peaks a second time, her nectar gushing out of her pussy as she releases a sequence of loud moans. You pull out and let her use her hands, lips and tongue to play with you, before cumming on her tongue. Some of your spurts land in her open mouth, some spread around her beautiful face. She gathers every drop with her fingers, then licks them clean, shows you the pool of cum and lets her tongue play around with it before swallowing it whole. The two of you cuddle in her bed naked until the morning after. It was her birthday, it was all about making it special for her. And as you see her eyes closed, peaceful, her chest heaving in slow, deep breaths, you think you did.

footnotes.

bit of a different style, tell me what you think. or nah. whateverly, leaf.

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fairestwriting · 2 months

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I saw and loved your piece about an S/O that's like a heater. What about the absolute opposite? I'm always kinda cold. Would love to be warmed up by Jack :) thank you ever so much!

Ace Trappola

Knowing how easily you get cold, Ace is ready to be a little bastard and put his cold hands on your neck first chance he gets. What he didn't know, though, was that even your neck already felt like an icicle in this weather, maybe even colder than his hands?

Despite his occasional little bastard-ing about it, he thinks it's sort of endearing. He tries to play it cool most of the time, to be the suave boyfriend who lends you his jacket when you're cold. This fails pretty miserably because he starts freezing his ass off, but you can tell he cares.

You can get your revenge for his little prank (which he will repeat, because even if it doesn't startle you a lot, it still startles you) by making he experience how chilly you feel whenever you cuddle up to him. He'll get startled and complain about it all dramatic, but you can sense that he feels sort of proud that he's warming you up now.

Deuce Spade

Takes every opportunity to fuss over you, gets all worried if he doesn't see you wearing a jacket. Like Ace, he'll lend you his without hesitation, except he manages to be "cooler" about it since he doesn't get cold as easily. He's still all worried about you, though.

He's easily flustered by touch no matter the circumstance, but he's also dead set on keeping you warm. Initiates hugs a lot more, the possible excuse of "not wanting you to catch a cold" makes him a little bolder. It's hard for anyone to pry you off each other.

He probably has things like scarves and sweaters his mother knitted for him that don't fit anymore, and if they fit you, he's downright overjoyed to hand them over. Some of them look a little silly in the way that homemade knit clothing usually does, but it's kind of impossible to refuse him. He loves them, and he loves seeing you on them.

Jack Howl

Yeah, he is the ideal boyfriend for this scenario. Having lived in a cold place for most of his life, he does know a lot about how to stay warm!

...Which means, he knows when he doesn't have to be cuddling you for you not to freeze, but one time or another, he'll use it as an excuse to stay glued to you for a bit, saying it's the best you can do now to stave off the cold. He blushes while he mumbles out his very clear lie.

Even harder to pry him off you than it is with Deuce. Whether it's summer or winter. You know, he is way warmer than a human, so when it's hot, it's his turn to cool down on you. It's the perfect excuse to get all that PDA he's usually too shy to go for.

Epel Felmier

Out of the three who would try to play the "cool boyfriend giving you his jacket when you're cold" trope, Epel is the one who actually pulls it off perfectly. He does get worried, of course, but he's not nearly as fussy as Deuce, and he's pretty tolerant to cold. Maybe a little too much. You two will be an interesting sight during winter, when he's walking around wearing a scarf and gloves at most, and you're all bundled up.

If you like hot apple cider, or apple pie, or anything warm that involves apples, you're getting an endless supply of it. Some from leftovers he gets after visiting his family on werkends, and some made by his own hand.

(He's a little embarrassed to admit he made them, though, because while they're good, aesthetics really aren't his forte. But he's trying his best.)

Sebek Zigvolt

Still runs considerably colder than you, but it still spooks him. You're not fae cold, sure, but still? Is that really normal for a human? He expects answers.

Winter is... not very kind to either of you, needless to say. It's not that he gets cold in the traditional way, but it does a number on his energy. Even then, he'll still spare some to scold you if he thinks you're underdressed.

...Sometimes Sebek exaggerates a little. It's honestly just because he doesn't know a lot about how warmth works for the human body. But giving you a second pair of earmuffs when you already have one on is still one of his ways of showing that he cares about you.

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #lis writing

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samkerrworshipper · 5 months

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long distance | mapi leon x reader x ingrid engen

inspired by a prompt i got a while ago asking for a touch starved and anxious reader who’s been away from mapi and ingrid for a while and needs a reminder just how much the love her

no warnings just fluff n angst

There were a lot of pros of being a professional athlete. There were also a lot of negatives. Travelling fits into both categories, a lot of people would argue that travelling as a part of your job is awesome, especially when you're getting paid to. You agreed, travelling across the world to play soccer was pretty fucking awesome, getting to experience new cultures and different cuisine was one of your favourite parts of your job.

But being in a different country to your girlfriend for half of the year was pretty hard. Especially when you were a whole ocean away from each other.

Normally, you managed just fine, sure it messed with you a little bit but you managed, normally you’d get to see them every month or so with international breaks and weekends off, but it had been two months since you’d seen your other halves, and it had been starting to get to you.

A month was typically your threshold, so a two month stretch was a lot for you, especially with the busy Arsenal schedule that had you playing sometimes two games a week and training every other day you were being laid out thin, and it was starting to get to you. You started to get needy in the absence of Mapi and Ingrid, a weird mixture of distanced but also uncharacteristically clingy. You were grumpy, your typically never ending patience finding the end of its fuse.

Specifically you wouldn’t let Kim or Katie out of your sight, constantly attached at the hip to your teammates. You were aware it was annoying, and particularly problematic when you were a mixture of tired, hungry and touch deprived, that was when you were at your crabbiest.

You suspected someone had told on you, considering the rather lengthy text messages you’d been receiving from both Ingrid and Mapi expressing their worries about you, and letting you know that it was okay to feel a bit alone and that if you ever needed anything they were there. Not to say that you didn’t already know that, you trusted your girlfriends more than anybody, but it seemed that the longer you were away from them the more you seemed to feel like you were a burden to your girlfriends.

It was really fucking hard being the one who was always away, because you felt like you were always compensating for lost time. Mapi and Ingrid were always together, whereas you didn’t have that, you didn’t have the connection that they had on a daily basis, so every time you returned home to Barca, you felt like you had to strengthen that bond, that you had to work harder to make up for the lost time.

When the time finally did come around where there was an International break period you were a mixture of ecstatic and anxious. The final week in England had been a major struggle for you, to the point where Katie had to stay the week at your apartment because everyone was worried about you. You weren’t sleeping, or really taking care of yourself, too consumed by the ticking down days that were slowly getting you closer to the day of seeing your significant others.

You’d been dodging their calls as much as you could, you weren’t quite sure why but everything seemed harder when you were away from them, and seeing their faces was just the cherry on top.

It’s like when you get in the shower and you think the water is too hot but for some reason you don’t feel it. You just see the steam rising from your red skin and subconsciously you realise that it’s hurting you more to look at, so you take your eyes away and focus on the steam on the window and just go about your shower like nothings wrong.

Or at least that was what it felt like for you, like the more you saw and thought about Ingrid being together the more it actually hurt you, so you pushed it away for as long as your body could manage it.

When the day ticked over for Kim to take you to Heathrow you were at the end of your manageable threshold. You were tired and so deprived of everything that your whole life felt like an anxiously numb cloud that you were slowly drifting away on. Kim tried to talk to you, she even walked through the security with you and took you all the way to the gate like a six year old, you didn’t have to in you to protest and you got the vibe that if you did you would just end up with a really long and intricate lecture from Kim, which you couldn’t be bothered with, you were tired enough as it was.

You were just glad that the flights to Barcelona weren’t too long, so you could put on whatever shitty movie that had just come out and sit back and relax and ignore the fact that you were three hours away from being face to face with your girlfriends.

All you wanted to do was get there and makeup for lost time, go out to dinner, or do something that was the norm. You needed something normal, something just to make you feel like you weren’t a burden or a problem for your lovers.

When the plane did touch down you felt a surge of anxiety course through your veins, your body was too tired to even really feel it though, you could feel yourself forcing your body through the motions, picking up your bag from the luggage claim and the walking out into the Barca sun, trying to find a cab to take you to Ingrid and Mapi’s apartment.

You knew you could have asked them to pick you up from the airport, but you felt so wrong in doing so, like it was even more trouble to ask them to go out of their way to come and collect you. So you sat in the back of an uber, your knee anxiously jumping up and down as the car slowly winded through the different Barcelona streets, with every single kilometre driven slowly reeling you in closer to your final destination.

You’d never missed anybody more in your life than you had them. When you were away, there was an empty, Mapi and Ingrid shaped hole in your heart. Nothing or nobody would ever come close to filling it, and when you were away you were certain that it might never feel whole again. You felt like you were going to be sick, like everything was riding on you being okay and this interaction being okay. What if they thought you’d changed? Two months was a long time, and sure, the three of you had been dating for nearly two years, but that didn’t make it any easier. Your hands were absentmindedly toying with the rings on your fingers, silently twisting them as you pondered what your next interaction was doing to look like.

You were so busy thinking and playing with your rings that you didn’t even realise the car had pulled up to the front of the complex, until the uber driver was turning back to look at you and signalling for you to leave his car, so you did, you picked up your bag and your stomach, which you felt was about to fall out of your mouth and walked forwards into the lobby of the apartments and straight towards the elevator. You were genuinely worried about throwing up your stomach, it felt like all of your internal organs were crammed in your throat and it was seriously affecting your brain's ability to think and your ability to breathe.

You managed to make your way to the doorstep of the apartment, and managed to raise your fist high enough to knock on the door. You had a key, but you didn’t want to break in, not without warning.

You waited a few seconds, before you were rewarded with the sight of Mapi opening the door, her eyebrows shooting up as soon as she realised that you were standing in front of her.

“Princesse, come in!”

Mapi’s face lit up immediately, and it did wonders in easing your stomach and easing up the deep frown that had become so familiar to your face recently.

You allowed Mapi to usher you into the apartment, into the kitchen where Ingrid was sitting, her eyes lighting up similarly to Mapi’s when she noticed who had entered the apartment.

“Elskling! You’re here?”

You’d thought that you’d texted one of the women to let them know about your flights, but you weren’t sure, in hindsight you probably should have looked into that.

“Yeah I’m here, sorry if I’m disturbing anything, I thought I texted one of you.”

Ingrid stood up from her spot sitting at the island bench, a bright smile on her face as she got closer to you.

“Not at all, we were just about to head out and get lunch and maybe go to the beach for some recovery, but spending the rest of the day with you sounds like a pretty good plan to me, Maria min?”

You felt your throat close up, you were stepping on their plans, something that you most definitely didn’t want to do.

“If you had plans then we can do them, I’ve had a coffee so I’m feeling great and i don’t want to ruin your plans.”

Ingrid just shook her head at you.

“Nonsense, we’ll stay in for the day.”

It sat wrong with you, knowing that you were potentially wrecking their planned day.

“No, I seriously don’t want to wreck any plans, I feel up to it.”

Ingrid’s big smile turned into a little frown, as she finally broke the barrier between the three of you, her hand reaching out to your flustered face and brushing a piece of hair out of your eyes.

“Elskling, in the nicest way possible, you look wrecked, how about we get into some pjs and hop into bed? You look like you're due to catch up on some sleep.”

There was little fight left in your body to disagree with Ingrid, the Norwegians' deep frown of concern working wonders at bringing down your barriers.

“Ingrid I feel fine, I seriously don’t want to ruin your guys’ plans or be a burden, let’s just do whatever y’all had planned, I feel fine.”

Ingrid let go of a deep exhale, her lungs deflating as she looked you up and down, Mapi mirroring her concerned look from behind you.

“Bebita, Kim told us that you haven’t been sleeping, that you’ve been struggling, let’s just go to bed, yeah?”

You noticed the way that Ingrid’s hand snaked it’s way down from your face to your waist, pulling your body closer to her own, craving the contact that she was providing, and the skin on skin slowly pulling the refusal out from your body. You felt yourself flinch away from Ingrid’s touch slightly, your body so shocked by the unfamiliar contact.

“Baby?”

You could hear the hesitance in Ingrid’s voice.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m just not used to this, it’s been a long time, I forgot what it felt like to be in your arms.”

As soon as the words were leaving your mouth Ingrid’s arms secured around you tightly, like she was never going to let go. You could feel tears pooling in your eyes, the strength that you’d been holding up for so long just by the feeling of Ingrid’s thumb massaging against your hip bone.

“Never apologise Elskling, let’s get you to bed, hm?”

You didn’t even try to protest as Ingrid led you towards the bedroom, Mapi already in the bed waiting for you. Ingrid helped you onto the bed, before handing you over into Mapi’s arms, your body falling limp against hers as it absorbed the touch it had been desperate for.

“Hiya hermosa, it’s okay, we’ve got you, you're safe here.”

You felt the pooled up tears start to fall down your face, the warm water leaking down your face like a dripping faucet, steadily creating a little reservoir of water at the base of your chin.

“Oh bebita, it’s okay, I’ve got you, I’m here, what’s wrong?”

For you it felt like the whole world was wrong, like it was upside down and topsy turvy.

“You guys just love me too much, I’m so much trouble and you never get to see me and every time I am here I’m tired and a burden.”

Your speech was like word vomit, all of your insecurities just coming out in one go.

“Oh elskling, you’re not trouble at all. There is nothing Ingrid and I would rather do than sit around and look after you. God knows you need it after being in London for so long, you should have told us you were struggling, we would have come and visited you, even if it was just for a day. It’s human for you to need this, to need us. We love you whether you're tired or not, we couldn’t care less if our time together is spent going out or sitting in bed all day, as long as it’s with you elskling then that’s what matters the most.”

Mapi’s words only spurred your tears on, sending them ricocheting down your face.

“Oh bebita, it’s okay, Ingrid and I are here now, you're back where you should be.”

Mapi’s arms tightened around your body, bringing your head into her chest. Ingrid slid into the bed beside the two of you, a drink bottle and some paracetamol.

“Hey bebita, can you just drink some of this for me before you rest please, we don’t want you getting dehydrated.”

You didn’t want to, but you also didn’t have the energy to push it, so you took the bottle from Ingrid and took a tentative sip.

“More please elskling, at least a few more sips.”

You pulled your head from Mapi’s head, taking the offered pain relief and downing it with the sips that you took from the bottle. After downing a decent amount of the fluids you handed the bottle back to Ingrid, who placed it down on the bedside table before wrapping her own arms around you and embracing both Mapi and yourself.

You felt so safe with them, so secure, like every single insecurity or problem that you’d been dealing with in the last two months didn’t matter now, because you were in their arms, you were with them.

As you slowly drifted off to sleep you felt more at peace then you ever had, or more at peace then you’d ever felt in London, for whatever reason, when you were with the Spaniard and Norwegian every single external noise just went quiet, the world was peaceful, and they were the reason why.

Your happiness, your positive feelings all revolved around them, they were the sun and you were earth, just orbiting them and bathing in whatever sunlight that you could find.

#woso #woso community #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon #mapi león #ingrid engen #mapi leon x ingrid engen #barca femeni #barca #mapi leon x reader x ingrid engen #little bit of fluff #love angst

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aesthetic-bbyg · 7 months

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BEACON OF HOPE ~ Sanji

LA!sanji x fem!reader

Warnings ! : being yelled at, daddy issues bc it’s the best fanfic seasoning, angst, fluff, abuse from parental figure, double standards, misogyny (or sexism?)

Nattie speaks: a lil something to y’all fed + I need a man like Sanji to comfort me and my daddy issues🙏

ZEFF WAS IN SOME SORT OF MOOD that day. The harsh trudging of his footsteps as he exited and entered the kitchen while bellowing orders was more then enough evidence to prove your point. Nobody in the kitchen even dared to breath the wrong way, afraid of the ex-pirates response. Even Sanji had managed to bite his tongue and hold back any snide remarks to keep the Zeff’s anger at bay.

You avoided any trouble all day, not causing a disturbance when a costumer was being particularly rude. You simply did you’re job was a waitress, took down orders and dropped them off at the kitchen, later coming back to collect the food and give them to the diners. You’d refused to even think about slacking off just a bit, not going over to Sanji for a couple flirtatious exchanges like usual. The Baratie was flooded in a thick tension but all was well, for the most part.

The business was booming with people, that certain point of the day where all the seats were filled with snobby, rich people. You’d been rushing between tables, taking down orders as quick as possible since these people didn’t recognize patience. It was overwhelming and overstimulating, making your temple throb in pain as you dragged you feet into the kitchen. You called out the order in a loud voice, sticking the scribbled notes onto the overhead where Carne cooked up a steak.

“Table 8 says they’ve been waiting for their drink for twenty minutes, y/n, hurry it up!” Zeff’s voice sudden boomed as he marched into the kitchen, you nearly flinched at the sound of his voice, swallowing down a remark about how those twenty minutes was actually a dramatized two minutes. Nonetheless you collected a few cups and took them straight out to table 8, some rich couple and their equally rich kids.

You gave them a kind smile, despite wanting to desperately slap their cocky smirks off their faces. “And are you ready to order?” You questioned in a chirpy tone, reaching for the notepad in your pocket and the pen tucked behind your ear.

“My, we just got our drinks, give us a minute to look over the menu.” The woman scoffed, you sucked you teeth in, blinking slowly and offering another wide grin.

“My apologies, I’ll be back in a bit.” You shoved the notepad back in its place, walking to a booth that was empty, though the table crowded in a mess of dishes. You reached for the sliver platter that held the receipt and a pitiful amount of berry left as a tip. “Assholes.” You mumbled, taking the money and collecting a few plates and cups.

The brewing storm in your head had begun to cloud your vision, sometimes you just wanted to quit and make a dramatic exit out of the shitty restaurant but you never had the balls to. The whole service you’d been good, held your shit together despite wanting to break down on the inside, bit your tongue, but the one moment you got vulnerable ended in tragedy.

In a fit of cursing out some of the customers out in your head, you didn’t take notice of the waiter coming out the kitchen at the exact same time you were entering. The collision led to the shatter of two plates, one cup and a mess of silverware clanking on the floor.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, watching as the waiter scurried away nervously, leaving you at the scene to deal with the approaching man.

“What the hell are you doing!” Zeff shouted, tone practically rumbling the whole restaurant as you stared up at him in utter shock. You felt like a kid again, having to guiltily stand there while an adult went on off on you. The man threw insults that he’d probably regret the next day, humiliating you over a few broken plates. You just stared down at the dirty floor, feeling tiny compared to him. “Clean this up and get out of sight!”

He walked past you, leaving the judging eyes of the kitchen crew to watch as you bent down, slowly picking up the larger chunks. You didn’t even realize that Sanji was approaching till the shadow of his figure loomed over you. You jumped, backing away in fear as you wide eyes met his. The boy frowned, taking notice at the tears pooling in your eyes and you’re quivering lip. You looked like a kicked puppy, that was enough for him to toss the shards of porcelain and help you up.

He took you out the back door, away from the staring eyes as he heard small whimpers escape your mouth. “It’s okay, darling, it’s okay.” He whispered, arms wrapped around your figure, his hand coming up to brush your hair. “The old man is just giving a hard time because he has a stick up his arse.”

You let out silent cries, tears dripping down your face and onto Sanji’s apron, his soothing tone helping ease the tightness in your chest. You felt stupid, and weak, crying over getting reprimanded for something that was your fault. Now your were taking valuable time away from both you and Sanji’s jobs, that’s all you thought about and it made you cry harder.

Funny enough, Sanji was thinking the opposite. He didn’t care about his job, or the broken pieces still laying on the kitchen floor, or even the fact that Zeff could come out any minute and yell at the two for slacking. All he cared about in that moment was you, making sure you cried all the tears you had, making sure that your trembling hands stilled. He placed chaste kisses on your head, standing there until your sobbing quieted down.

He slowly pulled away, hands still placed on your shoulder with a cautious look. “You look lovely, darling.” He chuckled at the sight of the black mascara that began to run down your cheek.

“Piss off.” You muttered humorously, taking the clean rag he offered and wiping away any evidence of your breakdown. “I hate today.”

“I know you do.” He whispered back, taking the cloth and gently swiping away the parts that you missed. “Beautiful as always.”

“Why are old people such assholes.” You shoved your head into his chest, words muffling as you did.

“Because they can’t get it up anymore without breaking a hip.”

You let out a chuckle, smiling against the material of his shirt, his chest vibrating with his own laugh and it calmed you down even more. You took in a deep breath, hands reaching down low, making the cook tense. You grabbed the pack of cigarettes he always had in his pockets, lifting the box with a sly smile.

“Get your head out the gutter.” He laughed quietly, reaching for the lighter in his other pocket as you shoved a cigarette into your mouth.

“Ready to go back in?” He questioned, watching as you puffed out a cloud of smoke.

“Yeah.” You replied quietly, taking a long drag while Sanji opened the door, allowing you to step in first. Gentleman, as always. “If Zeff smells this thing, I’m blaming you.”

The older man hated the stench of burnt out cigarettes that lingered in the air because Sanji had bad habit of lightening one every few hours. The ash tray on the extra table shoved in the corner of the kitchen was full, and Zeff always lectured the blonde on it, Sanji typically never cared enough to stop.

“Blame me all you want, darling, I’ll take the fall each time.” He winked at you, grabbing a dust pan and broom. He lazily swept up the mess, dumping it into the nearby garbage bin, something he knew Zeff would also yell at him about.

“He’s gonna kill you.”

“I’d like to that old man try.” Sanji smirked, giving you that classic flirty look that made the butteries flutter in your stomach. “Now, get back to work.”

You mocked a salut, rolling you’re eyes as you made your way to the kitchen doors, “Yes, chef.”

THE REST OF THE DAY HAD GONE smoothly, the sun hid itself behind the horizon as the dinning area emptied. Most of the guest had migrated to the bar, the party boomed at the other end of the restaurant.

You and Sanji were the only two in the kitchen, he was showing off some new dish he came up with, claiming it was the best thing on the VIP menu.

“We have a VIP menu?”

“Yeah, but it’s so secret that none of the guest know about it, not even the old man.” Sanji grinned, hand off the plate to you. “Now, the food critic decides.”

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile, picking up the fork and scooping up a bite into your mouth. The mixtures of taste were perfectly balance, unique flavors creating a wonderful sensation. There something about Sanji’s cooking that made you feel so safe and warm, you always teased that he was like a granny. He was able to create that familiarity in his food, something you eat every once in a while that reminds you of home.

You placed the fork down, dramatically folding your hands on your lap as you chewed down the food, “This dish, its…absolute shit.” You held back a smile, looking up at the cook.

Sanji glared at you, hands placed firmly on his hips. “You’re starting to sound like Zeff.”

“Ugh,” You groaned, “Don’t remind me.”

“I can’t believe he made you cry.” Sanji slid off into the seat right next to you, watching as the memory of his yelling flickered in your head, lips dipping into a soft frown. “Fuckin’ arse.”

“It really was my fault.” You mumbled back quietly, “But it was the fact that he yelled at me, you shoulda’ seen that look in his eyes.”

“I see it every day, darling.”

You didn’t like to reminisce on the past, especially since it was such a pain to even think about, both physically and emotionally. You didn’t open up about your family, or the crew you use to be a part of before running into the open arms of the Baratie. You were truly a mystery, you’re past locked up in a box and buried deep in the sand. Though sometimes, it escapes, poisoning you’re mind and breaking you down.

Zeff’s blow up triggered that poison, it spread like a virus, clouding you’re head for the rest of the day. Even now, you’d begun to dig up memories you didn’t want to remember. It was enough to make a fresh wave of tears build up, but you refused to cry this time, not allowing a single droplet to escape as you blinked them away. Though the quiet sniffle gave you away as Sanji glanced over at you, taking notice of the redness under your eyes, a silent confession that told him you were upset.

“You all right, darling?” He asked quietly, brows creased with worry, “Zeff isn’t here, he can’t make you feel like shit anymore.”

“It’s not that.” You whispered back, inhaling a shaky deep breath, “I’m just..thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” He asked, a comforting hand coming to hold yours. “If you need to talk about something you can talk to me.”

Silence filled the room as you struggled with making a decision, the truth was you’d probably start crying your eyes out if you opened your mouth. But the longer you held in these memories, the more toxic the venom became, it was tug-of-war between yourself and your conscious. Then again, the same trauma of the memories is what makes it such a hard task to open up.

You licked your lips, squeezing his hand gently and looking down. “I came from a pirate crew, but this pirate crew in specific was my family. Everyone on the ship was made up of all my relatives, mom, dad, siblings, cousins.” You saw the man nod from the corner of your eye, silently confirming his attendance. “My dad was the captain of the crew, and god he was a fuckin’ pain in the ass.” You voice cracked, words beginning to distort as you sucked in a deep breath. “My job on the crew was to basically be a maid, to pick up after the messes he made. Scrub the bird shit off the ledge, mop the deck, shine his shoes, serve him food, serve him drinks, anything a basic human can do I had to do for him.” You’re sadness had slowly began to turn to anger, your eyes lifting to finally meet his. “I got nothing in return, not even a few berry for the trouble.”

Sanji frowned deeply, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “Why would your father do this to you?”

His questioned made you scoff, because it was the same thing you asked the eighteen years your spent on the torturous ship. It wasn’t until you grew out of the naivety that you realized the answer. “Because I was a woman, and as a woman it was my job, my place, to provide service for the men. I was treated like shit all my life, and no one dared to say a thing.” You stood up, hand pulling away from his as you ran it through your hair frustratedly, moving to pace the kitchen. “The men believed that it was the job of a good wife to give and give, while they just take. I seemed to be the only one who didn’t believe this. But no one could ever speak up to the man, the captain himself, god forbid you disobeyed that asshole because he was never wrong, no matter the situation.” You finally sat back down, picking at your nails. “For years I was treated like nothing more then a slave, yelled at for being to slow, never praised for my work, only picked on what was wrong. It changed my way in seeing people, and it permanently left a scar on my everyday life. Hearing Zeff yell at me that way, it’s just..”

“I know, darling, I know.” Sanji cooed, for soft and tender, “That day, when you first arrived at The Baratie, you had a mark on your left cheek.” The cook swallowed thickly, recalling the day you’re feeble body came to the doors of the restaurant and begged for help. “Was that from him?”

The day before you escaped the ship you’d been refused food, as a punishment for not finishing your chores in time. When you spoke up about being hungry and the unfairness of it all, you received a harsh slap across the face. That was it, that was the last bit of disrespect you’d take. So you set off to steal a life boat and run away from the horrible treatment. “Yes, it was.”

“Bloody hell.” Sanji muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What was the name of your families crew?”

“The Calavera pirates.” You replied, Sanji leaned in closed, placing a finger on your chin to lift your gaze towards him.

“I’ll remember that name until the end of my life, and the day I find them, know that your same pain will be brought upon them.” His tone was so serious and low. His threat sent a chill down your spine, and not because you were scared of it, but because you knew he meant it. “You deserved so much better, darling.” He whispered, bringing you into his arms and planting a kiss on your hairline.

Sanji so desperately wanted to open his mouth and say that he’d treat you like a queen if you’d just give him a chance. But the man’s feelings were shoved down before they could tumble out his mouth. He chose to remain silent, allowing his actions to speak for him. With this new confession he made it his mission to take the extra step in making sure you were treated right. He would be your shoulder to cry on or someone to love, whatever you wanted. It was painful, the amount of love he held in his heart and he was unable to fully show you it.

But if he must wait all his life, he will.

sobbing but wanting to smash at the same time

lord pls send help.

#vinsmoke sanji #Sanji #blackleg sanji #Sanji opla #Sanji one piece #Sanji x reader #vinsmoke Sanji x reader #Sanji x you #sanji imagine #sanji live action #opla #one piece #one piece live action #one piece show #one piece fics #one piece imagine

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steddieas-shegoes · 6 months

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Drabble idea for the ask thing: Steve works at a tattoo shop and Eddie works at a flower shop, they both get odd looks when they tell people about their job. Bonus: Eddie gets a tattoo of a flower from Steve and that's how they meet.

This is like if you took call me sunshine, send me to space and made it cuter with a flower shop and made Steve the tattoo artist instead. I'm just gonna write the bonus scene because that's a lot to keep 500 words or less and we all know how I go on 😂 Don't @ me over the super sappy ending, someone with spoons please write another 50k of this.

🌷🌼🌻🌷🌼🌻🌷🌼🌻

"You want a wildflower bouquet in the space of your full sleeve?" Steve stared at the fully tattooed man over his glasses, brows raised in disbelief. "I'm not one to judge tattoo choices but you seem to know what you're doing and I'm a bit confused as to how that fits with...anything else on your arm."

Steve had definitely done some wild tattoos. He was actively part of so many bad decisions made by people who would live to regret getting their girlfriend's name on their neck or the face of their best friend on their thigh.

But this one was different in that this guy had clearly meticulously planned out every tattoo on his body, and that was a lot of tattoos, and now he wanted to add...wildflowers. In between skulls and guitars and some metal band logo. Right.

"Yeah and if it's a problem, I can go somewhere else, man. I just heard a lot of good things about you and my flower shop is two doors down, so-"

"Wait. You're Eddie? You're the guy who owns the flower shop." Steve perked up, face relaxing more into a smile.

"The one and only. You been by?" Eddie didn't remember actually seeing Steve before.

He'd been shocked to walk in and see a barely tattooed Steve sitting behind the counter. Assuming he was the secretary, he'd said he was here for an appointment with the guy in charge, and Steve smiled and explained who he was.

"I haven't. But someone brought me a bouquet you made when I first opened and it was beautiful. Managed to keep it alive and thriving for almost two weeks, which is a record for me, and then someone said it was because of the way you take care of them before they're sold and the minerals you use in the water and I'm turning into Robin. Jesus."

Eddie was endeared.

Steve was looking down at his tablet in front of him, a barely visible sketch on it.

"Is that what you've come up with?" Eddie asked as he leaned over the counter to get a closer look.

They could talk about his love of the bouquet Eddie made later.

"Yeah, but. Now that I'm looking at you...I'm not sure it's right," Steve sighed, closing the app and looking back up at Eddie. "I can redesign at no charge and set up another consultation."

"Can I see?"

"Sure."

Steve pulled his tablet out and opened the picture back up.

It was beautiful, actually resembled a bouquet Eddie had done not long ago for his friend Jonathan.

"It's perfect. Can it be done in one long sitting or do we need to break it up?" Eddie smiled at Steve, pulling up the calendar on his phone to make an appointment.

"Uh. Well." Steve cleared his throat. "I guess you could probably handle the pain so all in one is fine with me? It's probably gonna be six hours with breaks every hour. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Eddie looked at the tablet again, tilting his head as he thought back to when he'd made this bouquet.

"Do you know Jonathan Byers?" Eddie asked, not looking away from the picture.

His eyes focused on the coneflower that he'd only been able to use in one bouquet before his part time employee found out they were allergic.

"Yeah...why?"

"He got you that bouquet, right?"

Steve nodded.

Eddie didn't really believe in fate or destiny or whatever type of miracle people tended to wish for. He also didn't believe in soulmates or the perfect partner.

But wildflowers grow anywhere, and sometimes love can too.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #this is technically more than the one sentence thing but ah well #i kept it short still

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softlyspector · 1 year

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Soo another Significant idea:

Riddur finds Grogu a new robe and it actually has a little Mudhorn design on it.

And Din loves it so much!

But then he comes back from a solo hunt to find Riddur having stitched the mudhorn into every tunic, every shaw, and in the corner of her favorite blanket.

And she just blushes and shyly says “well I don’t have a ring so I figured this would be the next best thing.”

And Din can’t think, his heart feels like it’s been pulled from his chest and all he can do is bundle his little clan into his arms.

Signet + Din Djarin x gn!reader

a/n: Okay I changed this one up just a little bit but I think it still fits the bill. 😌💕 this is apart of the significant-verse! it can be read on its own, din and reader are married.

"Look ad'ika," you say to the child in his floating pod beside you. "Do you want one?" You ask in Mando'a.

You're paused in front of a market stall. The artisan makes textiles as well as patches that can be sown onto clothes.

She cocks a brow at you as the child coos back. "Right."

You turn back to her and switch back to Basic. "If I sketched a design for you, could you make it for us?"

"Sure, anything." She passes you a datapad and stylus.

You haven't drawn in years, so your recreation of the mudhorn signet is a little sloppy at first. Still, you manage to clean it up, and show the baby for approval before handing it back to the artisan.

She glances between the two of you before looking at your sketch of the mudhorn signet. She doesn't comment on it. "How many would you like?"

"Mm," you hum under your breath before looking back to Grogu. "A couple," you say. "Three." You could sew them to the child's robe, his blanket and yours.

"Sure," she says, already threading cloth into a machine. "Give me an hour or so."

You nod and sweep your arm out, pulling Grogu's pod along beside you. "Your dad will be so proud he won't know what to do with himself," you say to the child, switching back to Mando'a. You've made a point of only speaking in Mando'a to Grogu recently. Din had told you your fluency and accent were improving because of it, but you suspect he'd say that no matter what. "You'll match."

Grogu coos up at you, head tilting to the slide as his ears twitch. "Yes, exactly. He'll love it. We'll stitch the patch on your sleeve and see how long it takes him to notice when he gets back."

The child babbles again as you settle at a table inside the cantina after you order. "Yes, he's going to be a bit angry that we left the ship when he said not to, but I think he worries too much, don't you?"

The sound the child makes is pitched in assent. "Exactly. Y'know I used to travel the galaxy on my own without a bounty hunter at my back. Strange to think of now."

You missed it sometimes, traveling wherever you pleased whenever you had the credits, to take odd jobs and explore until you wanted to move on again. It was exactly how the Mandalorian had found you on Tatooine in the employ of Peli.

"He leaves his kid unattended and then with two strangers," you'd said to Peli when she called you crazy for agreeing to go along with him. "When the Empire is trying to kill hid kid...or something?" You still hadn't been clear then on what exactly the dynamic was. "He needs help. And when will another Mandalorian ever come along and offer me the chance to travel with them?"

It was a once in a lifetime chance. The pull of adventure had been too great, and you had only expected to travel with them for a few months at the most, before skipping out on some other world.

You'd never expected to fall in love with him, for his child to become your own. And you certainly never thought he'd feel anything for you.

The child coos again and you smile, reaching out a hand to rub the tip of one long ear between your fingers. "I'll tell you about it sometime. I think the stories would give Mando a heart attack."

Grogu giggles, and takes the bowl of broth you offer him when its brought to the table.

You stop by the textile maker and exchange some credits for the little patches she'd created for you before trekking back to the ship.

Din still isn't back, though if he had been you would have already received a panicked comm. You lift Grogu out of his pod and set to work stitching the little patch to his sleeve.

He's unusually well behaved, sitting still and watching your hands work carefully until the patch is in place and tied off. "Look at you!" you say, gently running a hand over his head. "You look just like dad."

The child looks happy, big eyes focused on the newly sown patch. "Okay, long day, huh? Dinner and bed."

The horizon is still dark when Din wakes you gently. "Riduur," he threads bare fingers through yours.

"Din," you sit up from where you'd fallen asleep in the pilot's chair. "You're back. Are you okay?"

"Yes," he answers, still holding your hand as you stand. You shake his fingers away and reach up to pluck the helmet off his head.

You don't often do it without warning, or without asking, so Din is already leaning in to kiss you when you laugh and tug him over to the baby's pod. "I want you to see - look -," you gently pull Grogu's sleeve into a better position for him to see the patch, and the the edge of the blanket that you'd sown after the child fell asleep.

Din steps behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. "You left the ship," he grumbles.

"Ugh," you say. "Don't be like that-,"

His lips press softly into your cheek and his voice is oddly creaky when he says, "Thank you."

You turn in his arms and lean in to kiss him, still smiling. His hair is damp with sweat, his skin glowing in the growing early morning light. Reluctantly, you replace the helm and knock your forehead against his. "Now you match."

Din turns your hands in his and squeezes tightly. Just as you'd predicted, his shoulders are tilted in that prideful way that only came with being reminded of belonging in his little clan.

"And what of you, riduur?" He asks. "Why don't you match us?"

You shrug. "I was only thinking of the child. I stitched one on our blanket too."

Din tilts his head at you but doesn't comment, pressing his forehead softly against yours again before heading down the ladder. You know he wants to use the 'fresher after a hunt.

An idea lodges in your mind, as you get Grogu's breakfast when he wakes.

"Din," you call through the 'fresher door minutes later. "I need to pick something up. I'll be back."

"I will go with you-," he immediately replies, his voice unmodulated through the door.

"No," you say. "I'm leaving the baby here. He's eating. I'll be back."

You pat your child's ears before heading out.

When you sit down in the tattooist's shop, you tell yourself its a good idea. Even if something happened between you and Din it would be a reminder of your time with him, and of your son.

Din is pacing around the hull of the ship when you get back. He pauses and looks at you, Grogu cradled in his elbow.

He relaxes, shoulders loosening, obviously trying to play off his anxiety.

You smile and move toward him, his gaze heavy even from behind the visor. "What did you do, riduur?" He asks.

You roll up your sleeve and offer him your wrist. The tattoo is covered by a clear bandage.

He's silent for a long time, his free hand eventually rising to cup your wrist. His thumb traces the outline of the mudhorn signet permanently etched into your skin. "No mistaking where I belong now."

"No," he agrees.

"Clan Djarin," you say with a smile, wrapping your other hand around his on your wrist. "You never presented me with a ring so-,"

"Mandalorians do not offer rings," he interrupts. "Though I should have presented you with something. A mark of your place."

You repress a smile and tug at the lip of his helm so he has to meet your gaze. "My place is marked now, Din. What are you supposed to give?"

"A weapon, usually."

You tilt your head, your knife was one he'd offered you long ago. "I have a weapon from you."

He shifts from foot to foot. "Yes." He doesn't explain further, his attention on your wrist again where the child has settled his little hand over your skin.

It's a long time before you move from that place, your clan huddled together.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mandalorian x reader #significant verse

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graveyard-cuddles · 2 months

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I'm thinking about Astarion again and how actually amazing it is that he managed to hold onto as much of himself as he did after having had everything about his identity and sense of self systematically stripped away from him. And how it's even more incredible he managed to do so without even getting to look at himself at all in all that time.

We know his trauma cut him off from his ability to trance and therefore his ability to recall memories from before he was turned. What must it be like to have nothing? Not even happy memories to look back on? A spawn. A dead thing to be used as his master sees fit. Tortured by Cazador and Godey. Starved to the point of constant hunger pain. Forced to use his body and sexuality to seduce people who sometimes not only disgusted him but who would sometimes even hurt him...AND through all of this, this whole nightmare, he can't even see his own face. Even his own perception of himself is stolen from him.

I've gone through some horribly low points in life. Points where I've felt like I was literally losing my mind or about to end it all. And sometimes in those moments, I just had to stare at myself in the mirror, look myself in the eye and literally talk myself down. There have been times where my mental state was so bad and my perception of reality so warped I HAD to look at my own reflection in the mirror to remind myself I was still real.

Astarion remembers so little of his face that he can't remember if he ever had a mole on his cheek or not. He can't remember the color of his own EYES. For as much as fans talk about the angst of him not being able to remember his own eyes I don't know if any of us could even imagine forgetting oneself so completely that such a defining physical characteristic is lost to memory. It's difficult to imagine as beings with limited lifespans. And imagine the added torment of being forced to use your looks to survive all while never being able to actually see yourself. (This is why I can't help but feel a bit annoyed when people say things like "Well it's a GOOD thing he can't see himself, can you imagine how annoying he would be?" Like sorry you find 'petty vanity' annoying, it still doesn't mean he deserved to have his sense of self-perception stripped away).

So much of him was killed in the process over those two hundred years of abuse and neglect in order to survive. I think it's fair to say Astarion likely wasn't a saint before he was turned by Cazador but we do know at one point there WAS a kind, sympathetic part of himself that took pity on that young man he spared. A part that I'm sure had to be killed in order for Astarion to survive and remain sane. And in ALL that time there was never once any moment where he could look at himself in the mirror and tell himself that he was still himself.

He lost everything, even the memory of his own eye color. But he wouldn't allow himself to be lost completely. He still talked back. Still screamed the loudest when tortured. Still held onto his anger, his rage his burning desire for revenge. And when he gets the opportunity to take his freedom he fucking LEAPS for it. He is so bound and determined to STAY free once he is free he would literally rather die than go back to Cazador. He's a survivor above all else and I love him so much.

#bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion meta

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mochinomnoms · 3 months

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Lmao poor yuu being the mate of the twins you just woke up crazy stuff happened last night, and you are greeted by the twins in "Lets be productive with this" mode so even if you have the most confused look on your face the twins keep talking about wedding plans and please you just woke up too much information to analyze and come up with an answer to, they are so focused on "What are we going to do with the family introduction" that they forgot that you aren't someone that was raised with mer customs or traditions and maybe they should explain what is happening to you.. Maybe after breakfast you are still a bit cranky

-Vaquita (hkKkaksksmsuiaksbs domestic tweels hehe *blushes like a whore*)

dis u:

The twins are so strange to you sometimes. You like them a lot (like a lot, what's wrong with you), don't get it twisted, but they are weird. How you managed to make it out of their room and into Azul's office is a question within itself. Azul is looking up at you from his desk, fixing up a contact of some sort, with an unsurprised look on his face.

“Oh good, I take it the twins are also finally awake? Can you bring them over so we can discuss—”

“Azul, they're acting strange.”

The octomer blinked at you, raising a brow as if your statement as obvious.

“Okay?”

“Stranger than usual!” You opened the door behind you, peeking out before slamming it shut and covering it with your body.

“They woke me up with things about meeting their parents, about if they want to live on the surface or give me a transformation potion, and Floyd kept talking about wanting to be in charge of the wedding reception. What wedding is he talking about!?”

“Oh, they must have forgotten you wouldn't have known. Eelmers mate for life, and based on the sounds the entire dorm heard last night, the twins, err…mated with you.”

Azul cringed at the thought, shaking his head. “I've taken the liberty of writing an engagement contract for you three.”

“Huh?”

“Of course, Jade and Floyd will take a look through it, as well as Mr. Leech, or your new father-in-law, if I may say.”

“Wait a sec—”

“Don't worry, morays have a low divorce rate, but even then I've written you a solid prenuptial agreement in the case that one of them does something you don't like. This way, you'll be set for life if you have to go off on your own.”

“Hey! I didn't—oh actually that's really nice of you Azul, wait no! I didn't agree to any—”

The door slammed open as you removed your body weight to walk up to Azul's desk. You're positive that if they'd really wanted to, they could've mowed you down to open the door. But you're their mate now, so they have to take care of you!

“There's our little shrimp! I turned away to getcha another snack, and you managed to sneak away, come 'ere!”

You yelped as Floyd scooped you up in his arms and gave you a loud, wet smooch on the cheek, loose shirt hanging so that you could see the bite marks you left during the night. Jade was wearing more form fitting pajamas, but you could see in the way he cautiously shifted his back that the scratches you'd left on his back were still stinging.

“See Floyd? I told you they'd be with Azul, who looks like is working on a new contract. Am I safe to assume that's the marriage contract I asked you to work on last week?”

Jade kissed your other cheek and chuckled at Azul's deadpan face, the latter darting between you, Floyd and Jade as the twins cooed at your distress. Azul cleared his throat right as you opened your mouth to start cussing them out for acting weird(er).

“It's an engagement contact, actually, which now I'm glad I switched to, because I do believe your little mate there isn't aware of the commitment you've both bound them into. Maybe you three should go back to one of your rooms to discuss before they turn you down and leave you lonely and single forever.”

The twins blinked owlishly at you, then at Azul, and then back at you. You gave them an unamused glare. The two shared a look of worry before rushing back to their bedroom to explain and convince you why being their mate was a good idea (and to please accept them, they only want you).

(It took them nearly three hours of explaining and convincing you to accept the proposal for their anxiety to go down. To be honest, it only took them the first 5 minutes of explaining to make you want to stay as their mate, but you needed some petty revenge for the confusion they caused.)

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #vaquita anon

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yourstartreatment · 1 month

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Hey! (late sias)

You have a tinder match with Alex. You both know you want something that lasts just one night for pure physical pleasure without attached feelings.

After your date, you get really close, and before doing anything sexual, he discovers that you're still a virgin, so his idea of the night changes completely.

He can't be your first. The first time is something important that you should do with someone you have feelings for.

But you have other plans for the night and make him change his mind.

tread softly, stranger

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, fingering, blowjob, teasing, praises, pet names

smut under the cut // mdni.

You have never used tinder much, not because you weren't interested in finding someone, but the guys you found on this app were creeps.

Until Alex.

Alex was the type of guy you were looking for, but since you two started talking, you understood he was interested in something physical. So you were, after you got that there wouldn't have been anything between the two of you.

You didn't need emotions in this. You just wanted it to get out of this pure physical pleasure.

Beforehand you had to made sure he wasn't one of those creeps you met already, he was actually sweet, a little bit too much flirty for your liking, but the little praises he says to you sometimes— your stomach does the thing.

Now, on a Friday night, you managed a meeting. You hoped for something more, even because you want to kind of get rid of your virginity. You were tired of being a virgin and your 'exes' weren't even able to kiss properly and satisfy you.

You hoped for something tonight.

YYou weren't usually like this, with having physical already on the first appointment, but you felt Alex was the right one for this. By the few pictures he had on his profile, you could tell he was very fit and good looking, and even well—.

No dirty thoughts, you still have to make sure he's not catfishing you.

You sat at the counter of the bar, waiting for him, tapping your long red nails on it, while sipping a glass of wine. You needed something a little bit stronger, but you wanted to have it with Alex, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, in a few minutes he found himself walking towards you, with a cocky smile, tight jeans, black t-shirt and leather jacket, his gelled hair in quiff.

Oh. He was really him. And he was really handsome.

"Hi, darling" he smirked, taking the hand of yours that you extended before, moving it to his mouth and kissing the back of it delicately.

"Hi" you let out a shy chuckle, certainly a more embarrassed one, even because your cheeks were red, not just rosé, but red, you looked like a tomato. "Alex, right?" you asked, sitting again.

He did so. Your eyes fell on his figure, dirty thoughts filled your mind, but you quickly managed to look at his dark and deep brown eyes again, smiling.

"Yes" he chuckled, probably noticing you, but too good to tease you on this. "You're even more beautiful in person." he smiled.

You felt flustered, if someone else would have said that, you wouldn't have reacted like that, but he was different. It felt different from him.

—

The night went particularly well. You two talked about your hobbies, if you were working or studying, personal things that you talk about on the first date.

He was certainly a teaser, with his filthy and dirty jokes, but that you didn't mind at all. You just weren't able to reply, but he seemed to like that — you have never met someone like him.

He offered everything you drank, because he was a gentleman, and you didn't mind, you appreciated that.

Oh and he was touchy. As the two of you went out the bar, his hand travelled on your waist, gripping it slightly. He had his usual cocky smile printed on his face because he certainly knew what he was doing.

You two walked for a little while with a comfortable silence, he accompanied you to your flat, that was the nearest. There was sexual tension.

Once at the door, you looked at him and so he did. His hand moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you shiver as his rough fingertips touched you.

He was a singer and guitarist, he knew how to use his hands.

"So..?" he asked, tapping your chin with his thumb, holding it between his fingers. "Yeah?" you let out a soft breath, a little shaky, you didn't know exactly what you were feeling, but you were certainly sure you have never felt like this.

He leaned in, moving his hand and cupping your face, and a kiss. You could say it's the best you have ever had.

His hands tugging in your hair, holding you in position as he pushed his tongue in your mouth. You tasted the alcol, cigarette, mint as you two continued to make out on your door.

You pulled away to catch your breath, with a shy smile, he was satisfied, he looked so proud of himself. He knew what he was doing.

Your hand went in your keys, in a quick motion you opened the door and led him inside, he didn't even give you time to close it properly so he cupped the back of your neck and kissed you again.

Kissing, walking to your room, you removed his leather jacket and then his shirt, finally touching his toned chest.

His hand travelled to your dress, playing with the edge of it to ask your consent, you moaned in his mouth in response. His hands removed completely your dress, leaving you in your black lingerie.

You delicate fingers touched caressed his chest, pushing him on your bed, he sat down with a smirk. You knelt, and you started to undo his belt slowly, as to tease him, he didn't appreciate it though.

"No teasing." he said firmly, tapping your cheek softly with his hand. "Alright" you rolled your eyes, lowering his tight jeans with his help.

And then you saw it through his boxer. Your mouth was opened in a 'O'. His cock was huge, it wasn't certainly a normal size, your previous dates didn't have something like that. You wondered how Alex managed to keep it in those tight jeans.

"Scared, love?" he chuckled, playing with your hair. You shook your head, palming it with your hand, feeling the fabric wet by the precum.

You then lowered his boxer, his dick resting flat on his stomach as he exhaled a soft sigh. You looked up at Alex, he still had that satisfied expression on his face.

You caressed it as if to test the waters, then you wrapped your hand around his cock. "Oh" he sighed, his hands were on his side, supporting himself, his head a bit leaned but he still managed to watch your angelic face.

You took more confidence and you bowed your head to take him in your mouth, your lips touched his tip then you dragged them along his length, still looking at him.

His hand moved in your hair, making a messy ponytail to hold it better and direct you where he wanted. You took him finally, but you couldn't do it without gag and you weren't still good at controlling your reflexes.

"Easy, honey" he reminded you with a soft sigh and a slight tone of reproach. He wasn't for the rough type and he didn't want you to choke on his cock... well, not yet at least.

You nodded your head, swallowing and taking him again. He was helping you through it, he could see that you weren't that experienced with it, but still good.

"Good girl, eyes on me love" he groaned quietly, pushing you a little bit more, he knew you could have taken it.

Your eyes were a bit watery, but you kept looking at him, bowing your head up and down, until your nose touched his pubes and in a groan, his warm cum filled your throat.

And you liked it, because you're a slut.

You pulled out, swallowing his cum, coughing a bit, you weren't going to say a thing until he did.

His mouth slightly opened and his eyes closed were something that you couldn't even describe. He didn't look real.

"I think you deserve a reward, don't you?" he chuckled, pulling you on your feet, moving you and laying your body down the bed.

He crawled between your legs, spreading them, your arms on each side of your head and your hands intertwined.

His fingertips traced the shape of your smooth body, your breasts, waist, thighs, gripping them tightly and then moving them on your breasts. He searched in your eyes your approval, so you nodded, exhaling a shaky breath.

He unclipped your bra and slowly removed it, with a smirk he moved his thumb and began to toy with your right nipple, while he lowered his head to take the others in his warm mouth.

"Oh.." you sighed. He was playing with you, biting your turgid nipples, grabbing your breasts, licking and sucking. He was doing what he wanted.

"So perfect, so fucking perfect" he smiled. He kissed the valley between them, dragging his wet kisses on your body, until touching your skin at the edge of your panties.

"Can I?" he asked softly, playing with the little black bow on the line. You nodded again, now begging. "Please.." you said, sighing, closing your eyes and preparing yourself.

"As you wish, princess" he said, chuckling, enjoying your sweet begging. He lowered your panties, then left them on the floor with your other clothes.

"What a sight" he groaned, leaning to kiss your inner thigh, soft and wet kisses that made you shiver. "Alex... Just, I need you to touch me." you whined, you were feeling the urge for him to touch you.

"Someone's needy? Well, I'm taking my time with you." he mocked, biting then your skin, moving his lips nearer your cunt.

He moved forward, his index and middle finger touched your lips. "Do you think you can get them nice and wet, uh?" he asked, "or the little princess is too needy to accomplish a simple request?" he mocked you again.

You clit throbbed and your walls clenched around nothing. Your lips were wrapped around his fingers, doing what he said.

Filthy slut.

He withdrew, moving them on your sensitiveness. "Fuck" you moaned softly, as he pressed his thumb against your needy clit.

"So wet, just by sucking my dick uh?" he chuckled, pushing his middle finger inside you. You whimpered, your hips raising and your mouth opening. But he quickly puts a hand on your stomach to make you stay in place.

His index in. He was way too experienced compared to your ex dates. You couldn't stop comparing him because he was simply the best. You felt like you would have never met someone like him again.

"Like it, yeah?" he smiled at the noise of your soft whimpers, he managed to find your sweet spot in a few moments. He was too good.

"It's.. Fuck.." you moaned, as he moved his fingers inside you, your walks clenching around his fingers as he curled them, touching your g-spot.

"I... I'm gonna cum" you managed to say, your hands gripping the sheets, trying to ease some tension. Your thighs were shaking and you tried to press them together, but Alex was quicker to maintain them wide open.

"No-uh" he chuckled. He watched you as you reached your highest, in a moan, breathing out his name in a plea and of course he enjoyed it.

You looked at him with your shy smile, breathing in and out heavily. "It was good" you mumbled softly.

"Oh? Up to your standards, sweetheart?" he said, tasting you on his fingers, then he crawled on the top of you to give you another kiss and so you got the chance to taste yourself on his wet lips.

"So sweet, aren't you?" he whispered, just to make you more flattered than what you already were. You couldn't even reply properly, still shaken off by your orgasm.

He smirked, then he got up and reached his jeans on the floor, taking a condom from its pocket. He put it on himself and crawled again between your legs.

Now it was the moment. You should have had to tell him, even because you wanted him to be careful with you, you didn't want your first time to be too much painful.

"Alex" you sighed, as he aligned himself with your entrance. "Uh... I should probably tell you—" you murmured all embarrassed, you certainly didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Yes, love?" he asked softly, noticing your nervous biting your lip, he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I'm virgin" you mumbled, quickly. And that's how you kind of regretted to say it: his face went blank.

"Oh?" he sighed confused, moving back from you, not to go away, just to think for a moment. "I thought... You told me that you had few relationships before" he mumbled.

"I did but... They were never enough, they weren't as capable as you are." she admitted. "I really wanna have this Alex" she sighed softly, looking at him.

"But— You should have it with someone that you love, not with a one-night stand!" he replied, looking at you. He was a romantic guy, but he didn't want you to get attached to him, he wasn't searching for a relationship at the moment.

"I wanna have it with you. Please." you begged softly, moving next to him, gripping his hair, kissing the side of his neck and the back of it.

"Are you sure, pretty girl?" he murmured, sighing softly, enjoying your kisses. "I wanna be yours for one night." you smiled against his neck.

He nodded and pushed you delicately on the bed, spreading your legs again, and making sure you were still wet enough.

"Tell me if it hurts. I'll be careful with you" he whispered with a warm and soft voice, kissing your forehead, still noticing a glimpse of nervousness in your eyes.

"Deep breaths, love" he sighed softly, moving his tip along your wet core, then pushing it in, but slowly and carefully, studying your expressions.

You winced for the slight pain you felt, but his soft kisses were relaxing you enough to not feel much. You knew you could have trusted him.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well" he murmured softly, stroking your hair, while with one hand he was supporting his body. "Tell me when you're ready for me to move, take your time." he whispered.

You nodded slowly, adjusting to his large size, it wasn't exactly the best idea, but you felt good with Alex enough for it. "Move" you breathed, nodding again, giving him a shy smile.

He started to move slowly, his head in the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses and hickeys. "Fuck" he groaned against your skin, "You're so tight. It looks like you were made for me, princess." he murmured.

His thrusts were at the right pace, slowly, you liked it. He knew it would have hurt if he didn't go slowly. You wrapped your legs around his low back, pushing him to go deeper, making you moan his name.

The pain was still there, but he was there to calm you down, leaving soft kisses on your forehead, while holding his hand tightly. He knew exactly how to handle you, he knew you were feeling pain, so he wanted to be the best for you, not a simple one-night stand.

He moved his thumb on your clit again, pressing it, drawing circular and imaginary circles on the bundle of nerves. You were enjoying this too much. "Alex" you whimpered, feeling yourself more near at reaching your climax again.

Your walls clenching around him were enough for him to come, so you did a while later. You moaned his name, digging your long nails in his back, while few tears were flowing down your cheeks.

Alex caressed your face and kissed your forehead as he slowly pulled out of you, very carefully to not hurt you in any way. He then got up and threw the condom in the bathroom, finding a cloth to clean you up.

He wet it with warm water then came back to you. "Just wanna clean you up, pretty girl." he asked softly, spreading your legs gently. He cleaned your inner thighs and your core, then crawled next to you, taking your body in his arms.

You rested your head on his chest, breathing in and out slowly and deeply. "You've been such a good girl." he teased softly, as he watched your exhausted face resting on his chest.

You chuckled tiredly, and he leaned to give a kiss on your forehead. "It will be difficult for me to have no feelings towards you, princess." he sighed, pulling you closer and covering your body with the warm blanket.

#alex turner #alex turner smut #alex turner blurb #alex turner imagine #alex turner one shot #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fluff #alex turner x you #alex turner fanfiction

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sleepyghostuwu · 1 year

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I've got sort of an odd scenario- how would Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa react to their s/o wearing a shirt that's too big for them and they think it's another man's, but in reality, they're not cheating and it's just their dad's or something. I just know Dazai's dramatic ahh wouldn't take it well initially. Ty ty

Ooh, that's a pretty interesting request you've given me to work on, anon :0 Enjoy reading! :D

Wearing your dad's shirt: Akutagawa, Chuuya & Dazai

Akutagawa:

Aku isn't one to be overly dramatic when it comes to this or anything at all, really.

He trusts that you wouldn't pull off any stunts in your relationship with him, though not enough to not cause suspicion when he sees you wearing a shirt that's too big for your body and uncannily fitting for another man.

At this moment, Aku's mind is bombarded with many questions that shook his trust in you: where did you get the audacity from? Why would you do something like that? Who even gave you that shirt to begin with?

There is a slight crack in his composure, but how much further it breaks ultimately depends on your answer to his question.

"Y/n, that shirt you're wearing, where did you get it from?"

You look down at the extremely oversized shirt that clothed you to more than half your thigh. "Oh, this? It's from my dad."

Aku's blank stare was enough to express the puzzlement he felt. "Why are you wearing your dad's shirt if it's clearly too large for you?"

"I feel comfortable in it, nothing else."

"Oh" is all Aku manages as he watches you go about in that baggy shirt of yours.

He's still confused, but at least his trust in you is back.

Chuuya:

Chuuya's not one to be overly dramatic either, but he'll definitely explode if you actually betray him like that. Otherwise, he'd normally keep his cool until his suspicions were confirmed.

Seeing you wearing a shirt that was clearly too big for you was definitely something that took him by surprise and sparked a bit of suspicion in him.

Chuuya trusts in your loyalty to him, though that is sometimes wavered by his insecurity that you'd try to leave him, worse if it's by cheating on him.

"Y/n, whose shirt are you wearing?"

You tug the hem of your oversized shirt. "It's my dad's shirt."

"Eh?" Chuuya frowns in confusion. "Isn't it too big for you to wear?"

"Yeah, but I think it's comfy."

"Huh, if you say so."

Chuuya can't help but smile in relief and amusement when his back is on you. You really are one adorable person.

Dazai:

The D in Dazai stands for ✨ Drama ✨

Jokes aside, as confident as he seems, he's a lot more insecure than you think, so deep down he has already jumped to the worst possible conclusion the moment he saw you in a huge shirt that could've only come from another man.

Then again, he doesn't want to straight-up accuse you of things you (hopefully) did not commit, so he masks his accusation with high-quality drama that'll definitely cover up the suspicion he had.

*gAsp* "No...it can't be...hAS MY DEAR Y/N FOUND ANOTHER MAN TO BE WITH?! AND IN SECRET TOO!! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ME?!!"

Not comprehending the humour, you blink in utter confusion at his words. "...Dazai, it's my dad's shirt."

Dazai's dramatic shock gave way to confusion. "Your...dad's...?"

"Yeah. He outgrew it and didn't know what to do with it, so he gave it to me."

"Oh."

You have no idea how internally relieved Dazai was to hear that genuine answer of yours.

He's not letting you know that, though.

Instead, he ruffles your hair and teases you about it. "Hehehe, you should really wear something that you fit in, you look more like a dumpling than a human."

"Oh, shut up." <3

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #dazaibsd #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #ryuunosuke akutagawa #akutagawa ryunosuke

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 8 months

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Headcannons for Deuce? Can be SFW, with a fem! reader, maybe one that’s like the opposite of Cleo, and how Deuce manages it? The ghoul can be like a vampire or hybrid of some sort?

When he met you he was calm at first, he thought you were pretty chill, cool to hang around

until Cleo broke up with him again, because of her family.. again

Deuce is tired of it, and he decides this time is the last, he isn’t waiting around trying to prove he’s enough for her anymore

So he turns to you, his friend, someone he can trust, and it’s almost criminal when he realizes he should’ve met you long ago because you seemed so right

you two bond more, your less about perfection, more about being fun

he feels no pressure from anyone and this time being with you feels right, it doesn’t feel wrong, he feels like he belongs with you, like equals

The school takes a bit longer to accept the relationship, but eventually people get used to it and even begin to like you two together

He’s very anxious sometimes, i feel like cleo is more uptight and very precise about everything, which he did like about her but in turn made him very self conscious about things

he does like cooking for you though, and he’s really good at it

If your a vampire he’ll try to find things you both can enjoy, mirror mazes are fun together since it’s more like a hide and seek for the two of you, and he’s actually really good at it

if your like draculara things are easier, you two eat out together and try new things

But in the sense you aren’t, you usually sit together while he eats, it’s never really awkward though, it’s more just relaxing and being around one another

you two definitely have matching bracelets, his is green and yours is (favorite color)

his snakes also really like you, they’re cute so it’s difficult not to like them

your very laid back, a nonchalant type of ghoul, and he really likes that

you two can vibe together, since he’s also very laidback and almost ‘whatever’ about everything

he’s actually pretty smart, so most times he’ll set up study dates for the two of you, since cleo usually had ghoulia doing her work

he’s a music head, he always has headphones in or is always listening to music, heaven forbid someone tell him to shut it off he will throw a fit

you guys listen to music together, or talk about songs you like together and he really enjoys that with you

#mh deuce #deuce gorgon #monster high #deuce gorgon x reader #deuce gorgon x cleo de nile #monster high x reader #isuckatwritingsobenice

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soundlessdreamss · 3 months

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PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR X scaramouche FEM READER PLEASE ROMANTIC

Hihihihi! Welcome to my blog and of course I can write this. I am familiar with his character so I’ll do the best of my abilities to make sure it fits him! Also request are open!

ALASTOR X FEM SCARAMOUCHE!READER

( Ignore the cat, I had no idea what else to put lol :3 )

you were wandering around without any real intentions. You already lost the three most important people you trust, no you didn’t lose them. They betrayed you after you gave them YOUR trust.

as you were in your own mind thinking about all that’s happened a poster flies into your face and you decide to take it off and see what it even is. The poster read “want to be redeemed for a chance to live in heaven! Well come and visit the hasbin hotel!!” It had a photo of the hotel and a smiley face on it. You were bored out of your mind especially with all these dumb sinners, you decided why not go there then? It’s not like anyone remembered who you were before anyways.

after you flew to the hotel with your elemental skill…

It didn’t take you too long to get to the hotel, it was quite easy to see as it was big and bright. And also out in the open. You prepared yourself as you went to knock on the door but paused. What if they broke your trust like how your old friends broke it? What if you make a bad impression? What if you manage to screw everything up once you actually become friends with them?

you couldn’t let that stop you though, you made sure no one old remembers you after you completely changed your identity for the better. Sometimes it’s best to let go of the past. You knocked on the door and waited for someone.

as you waited suddenly the door burst open and a blonde haired girl appeared with a greyish/white haired girl behind her. The blonde one quickly introduced herself as Charlie and the one behind her introduced herself as Vaggie. Charlie seemed overjoyed that someone actually came to the hotel.

once you entered you noticed there was also a spider looking person, a literal human sized snake, a cat, and a small maid the size of a child. But one of the people you saw there caught your eye, he was wearing a red suit and his hair kinda looked like it had ears. You found out from Charlie that his name was Alastor.

He walked over to you and inspected your look. He found you quite intriguing compared to the other females he met in his life, and his hell life. Like the gentleman he is he grabbed your hand and gave a small kiss to it. He politely introduced himself even though Charlie already did but you didn’t mind. You decided to also introduce yourself to him.

as you were walking to your hotel room, Alastor decided to accompany you on the way there even though it wasn’t a long walk. He just wanted to help you get settled in. You guys both realized you had way more in common than you thought, not being able to trust people enough, mother issues, (😭) and also loving to give people a taste of their own medicine.

as you got to your room he offered to get you some food or tea if you’d like. You decided that tea wouldn’t be that bad as it was quite nice to drink tea during the afternoon. He made both of you guys a tea and walked you to the balcony where he opened the door for you to enter first, pulled the chair out for you, and poured you some tea. It was really kind of him even though you barley knew eachother yet.

the afternoon went by so fast as the two of you chatted about your own interests and what you liked. Before you knew it, the night had already settled in and you got a bit sleepy. You both decided that it would be time to rest and you both said your goodbyes. Maybe it would be just fine at this hotel with him around.

two months later…

you and alastor became inseparable after two months together. Like two peas in a pod, you guys were so alike and did so much fun things together! There was a secret you were hiding from him though, the fact that you were starting to grow a crush on him. (Not to worry as he was also growing a crush and attachment to you.)

it got so obvious to the other staff members of the hotel that you guys liked eachother that they started making bets on who would confess first. But they also realized how you were mainly comfortable around Alastor and trusted him the most. Which was rare for you because you didn’t wanna trust anyone anymore but he made it so hard not to trust him.

Alastor decided to be the one to make the first move because if he didn’t then you guys would’ve just stayed quiet about your feelings. You were afraid of him rejecting you and then being left alone. Again.

he offered to take you out to dinner tonight and you happily accepted. You decided to wear a dark blue dress with a sliver necklace. It felt really pretty on you. Alastor decided to just teleport you to the restaurant he made a reservation at and you guys both made your way to the table.

he of course, pulled the chair out for you to sit on before he even sat down. “sooo, what would you like to order dear?” The sudden pet name caught you off guard but he kinda spoke like that to every female so you kept your cool. “I think I’ll just have [whatever your favorite food is reader!].”

Alastor nodded and he placed your orders. In the mean time you both chatted and he started becoming a bit more touchy than usual, like if you put your arm on the table he would slowly brush his hand against it. You know the usual trying to hit on a girl movements.

after a couple minutes both of you're food came and you decided to eat. It was silent as you guys were both eating but after you were done you guys decided to stay there for a bit before leaving. Alastor grabbed your hand as you guys left and pulled you close.

“listen I know this place that I think you’ll love, just close your eyes and trust me alright? He spoke out, this got you all curious now but you just nodded as he covered your eyes and led you there.

after a couple minutes of walking he then took his hands off your eyes and you didn’t realize how close he was. But also the scenery of where he took you was beautiful for hell, it felt like it has romantic vibes in the air. He then took both of your hands and looked you deep in your eyes.

“I have been dying to tell you something dear. Please let me speak for just a couple of minutes because I simply cannot wait anymore.”

you felt your heart racing and you nodded as you waited for him to speak.

“I never thought I could find love in any way shape or form, but when you appeared you suddenly made me feel something. Like a spark was ignited in my heart. I don’t know why you make me feel this way but it’s an amazing feeling. Please dear, tell me if you feel the same.”

was he implying that he loved you? Yeah he was, he just didn’t know how to explain it because this was the first time he genuinely felt it in his heart. It took you a couple of seconds to process what he said and your face turned red from you blushing. (Very logical for your face to turn red when you blush, yes.)

you wanted to give him a kiss right then and there but you’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time and you wanted to make it special.

“Alastor I feel the same way. I felt as if everyone left me and broke my trust so many times, but you never did. I know we only met a while ago but you set a spark in my heart that I didn’t know I still had.”

you and him were overjoyed that you both felt the same way about eachother. He then moved his hands so they cupped your face and brought you into a kiss. It didn’t last long but it felt good. Suddenly you heard rustling in the bushes behind you guys. And you saw six heads pop out. Charlie, Vaggie, Angel dust, Husk, Sir pentious, and Nifty.

“I TOLD YOU ALASTOR WOULD BE THE ONE TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!” Angel dust shouted and then the other five took out money and handed it over to him. They were seriously spying and betting on you two. It made you feel heavily embarrassed though. But in the end you got what you wanted so you ignored the embarrassment and just focused on the spark your heart felt right now.

Note: hiiiii again! Thanks for reading all of this if you made it this far. I tried my best with the Scaramouche reader but it was lowkey hard. I hope you enjoyed though!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #scaramouche reader #fem reader #hazbin hotel

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