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editorofeverything · 3 months

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Back on my NaLu BS

A little snippet of a fic, but I needed a pallet cleanser from how hard I've been working to finish my long fic and nalu has been plaguing me especially this week, so enjoy a sleepy nalu fic

Natsu stalked across the dark city, a clear destination in mind.

It was late—so late, not a single soul could be found walking the quiet city. Even the streetlights and half-moon high in the sky provided little light between the dark buildings as he stalked through streets and alleyways.

Natsu wasn’t sure why he needed to leave the house. He even left Happy behind in his need to go, leaving the blue cat to snore peacefully on their little cot. He didn’t even grab any clothes, marching through the city with nothing but his sleep shorts on.

It was just—Natsu couldn’t sleep. He was tired, and Happy’s snoring and mumbling usually helped Natsu doze off easily, but tonight was different. Every time Natsu closed his eyes, he thought of golden hair and brown eyes. He thought of a warm scent of vanilla and roses and something else that Natsu couldn’t explain except that it was completely Lucy. He waited and waited to fall asleep, but after a few hours of tossing and turning, Natsu couldn’t ignore the itch at the back of his mind that needed to see her.

So, there he was, following the instinct to find her in the dead of night until he was looking up at her apartment. If he woke her, she would yell at him and throw something, so he had to be careful.

He jumped up to her window, easing it open slowly.

There she was. She was tucked deep within her blankets, top of her head just barely peeking out, but he could smell her calm scent and hear the steady beat of her heart.

Natsu didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t want to leave, even after checking in on her. Would she be really mad if he stayed? He didn’t actually want her to be mad, but it was hard to ignore the instinct that wanted him to stay.

A breeze blew in and Lucy shivered, even under all her blankets.

Natsu was inside closing the window before he knew it. Well, he was already inside. He might as well stay and deal with the consequences tomorrow.

He crawled into bed with Lucy, easing the blanket open to slip next to her warm body. At least she was wearing something this time—Natsu paused with the blanket in his hand, taking in the too big white button down that hung off her shoulders and bunched around her waist, completely covered in his scent.

He didn’t know why he paused on it. Lucy wore his clothes sometimes. Lucy wore no clothes sometimes. Why was it weird that she wore his shirt to bed?

She already had traces of his scent—they spent too much time not to have their scents muddled together at this point. Her apartment especially spelled just as much like him as it did her. So why did this shirt make him feel so strange?

Lucy made a noise in her sleep, shifting onto her side so she was facing him, arms somehow finding him and pulling him closer to her.

“What am I, a pillow,” her mumbled to himself, forgetting the strange feeling the shirt brought out and instead focused on the warmth of Lucy’s skin pressed against his and the calming intermingling of their scents. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Lucy woke slowly, warm and groggy and ready to fall back asleep no matter what the bright stream of sunlight beaming in through her curtains had to say.

“Hmm…” A deep voice hummed, and Lucy jumped out of her skin, snapping her eyes open to someone lying next to her.

It took a moment for her sleepy brain to understand, but it came to her slowly. The blankets had been kicked to the bottom of her bed at some point, probably because a salamander snuck into her bed and overheated her. At some point, Lucy had climbed half on top of him, pressing her front against his as she used him as a pillow and likely a source of heat.

Lucy… didn’t know how to react. She usually got annoyed or embarrassed when Natsu broke into her apartment, but she couldn’t deny in her sleepy state that she slept much better last night than she did in the past year.

Ever since Aquarius... Lucy just couldn't get to sleep, and even when she did, she couldn't stay asleep. Nightmares of losing her friend and her guild plagued her until she forced herself to give up on sleeping.

Natsu grumbled again in his sleep, arms coming around her waist just as he rolled onto his side, taking her with him so that they lied facing each other. Lucy blinked sleepily at his face, completely relaxed and breathing so deeply that Lucy couldn’t bring herself to wake him.

“I’ll yell at you later,” she whispered, tucking herself back into him and letting her eyes droop shut, just missing Natsu’s eyes slitting open. She fell asleep quickly, and Natsu tightened his arms around her and rested his head against hers before falling back asleep himself.

#fairy tail #nalu #fairy tail nalu #nalu fanfiction #just a blurb #i am avoiding writing my long fic rn #so nalu started plaguing me until i wrote this #post tartaros arc #fairy tail spoilers #tartaros spoilers #your honor they are in love #honestly cant get over how canon they are without actually being canon #mashima please let them kiss kiss fall in love #its for my mental health #im begging #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel

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answer2jeff · 4 months

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posting old carmen berzatto blurbs i don't totally hate because i need to clear out my drafts

(part 1/??)

note : these are from September - October and aren't very good compared to the rest of my work. my sincerest apologies. regardless, take the fucking blurb i didn't write this in my public library for nothing!!

You let out an exasperated sigh as you wiped your wet shoes on the welcome matt outside of your apartment that read, "Fuck Off." Your best friend thought it would've been funny, but it mostly felt like a shitty joke that never landed every time you came home—especially this late at night.

You fished your key out of your purse, keychains and coins jangling around while your hand dug through every pocket. You unlocked the door, quietly walking in before searching for Carmen.

"Carmy?" You called out, closing the door behind you with the heel of your foot. The slam echoed through the kitchen.

Still no sight of Carmen. You took a seat on the couch.

"Baby," you call out once more, kicking your shoes off and waiting until he'd magically emerge from whatever corner of tour apartment he was in. You hoped the petname would lure him in. He was like a cat, quietly waiting for his only reason to reappear to come home.

"Hey. You're home a little late."

Finally, Carmen slowly walked out from your bedroom, seeking a little out of breath as his tight fitting, white t-shirt stuck to his skin. You smiled at the sight of his gold chain dangling as he practically scooped you up from the couch, enveloping you in his arms.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I just—" you took a deep breath, feeling your shoulders relax and your body temperature rising to Carmen's touch. "I was workin' on a project with the girls and I lost track of time."

With the renovation of the restaurant, his hours had become more flexible while yours have become more hectic. Being the one to come home at ungodly hours was nothing short of unusual.

"You get home alright? I was, uh— I was a little worried 'bout you." Carmen planted a kiss on the top of your head as you rubbed circles on his back, his rough hands carefully holding your delicate face.

You only hummed, "mhm," as you nuzzled your face into his chest, his arms around you and slowly rocking you side-to-side. He breathed deeply, taking in the smell of your perfume and Chicago rain on your clothes.

"How long did I keep you waiting?" You tried not to laugh, still feeling a little guilty for these nights; the nights you didn't wish you had to cherish. It wasn't easy for the two of you, constantly being out and about and hardly ever taking the time to relax during reasonable hours of the day.

"Eh, not long. Just enough so I could clean the place up a bit. Do a little laundry." Carmen rested his chin on the top of your head, quickly moving as you picked your head up in surprise.

You knew he liked doing little favors for you, fluffing up your pillows and throwing the sheets in the drier to warm you up after a long day— but you almost felt like crying at the idea that Carmen lifted the weight of keeping your space tidy off your shoulders.

"You cleaned?" You nearly yelped in utter disbelief, staring up into Carmen's eyes as he cupped your cheek, nodding his head "yes."

You peeled away from his embrace to flick the living room light on; it was practically spotless.

The coffee table was clean, every book and stack of paper neatly tucked away in the bookshelf. You stepped into the dimly lit kitchen, Carmen following behind; every counter was shiny and there wasn't a single dirty dish in the sink.

"You hungry? I can make you somethin.'" Carmen suggested, taking a seat on one of the barstools and leaning his back against the island counter. You spaced out, still admiring the sight of a clean apartment.

You couldn't remember the last time you did any organization, let alone have someone else do it all for you.

"Baby?" He snaps you out of your amazed trance.

"Huh? Oh— yeah, yeah. Please." You reconnect with reality while removing yours Carmen's crewneck sweater and tossing it onto the countertop.

"Wanna hop in the shower while I figure something out?"

The suggestion rolling off Carmen's tongue was soothing. It felt like his words are being massaged into your skin, undoing knots created by stress.

This was love. Tender and caring.

#carmen berzatto #just a blurb #my writing style is so different now geez #sorry this sucks but i didn't totally hate it so i didn't want it to go to waste!!#ok goodnight #mwah #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x reader fluff

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heartbreak-sandwich · 6 months

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Just a teensy peek at my Ronance blurb I'm working on rn 💕I'm so in love with them

You can read the finished post here!

#ronance #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #ronance fluff #fonance fic #just a blurb #it'll probably be published sometime this week #they are holding me together today lol

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courtforshort15 · 1 year

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Would be willing to ever give us a sneak peek to one of your future fics? No pressure if you don’t want to, Tuesday just seems so far away for me 😭😭

Hi anon! Sure!! I'd love to do that :)

I was going to give you a small blurb from one of the fics I was posting the next week and the week after, one of which being the third installment of the Coffee Shop Woes series, but they're both on the angsty side, so I thought I'd spare you some sadness today.

Please keep in mind that this fic is EXTREMELY unfinished. I have some chunks missing, and it needs to go through a few rounds of thorough editing, so I probably won't post it for a while. But on the bright side, it's already at 8,000 words, so it'll be even longer once it's finished.

I present to you a fic in which reader meets a man at a bar, gets man's number, only to find out he intentionally gave the wrong number, leading to funny, random conversations with one Matthew Murdock.

I think it's quirky and entertaining, and hope you will to!

Without further adieu....Call Me, Beep Me

It's 6pm on a Friday night and you're home alone…again. An old re-run of a sitcom is on, the static hum of the characters arguing filling your apartment as you stare blankly at the bottle of wine perched on your coffee table. A small smile graces your face when a stupid joke hits your buzzed awareness, but it quickly fades.

You'd had such grand hopes for moving to the city from upstate, expecting new friends and an active social life. But you've failed to establish either, which isn't exactly surprising, when you think about it.

You're an awkward human being. Clumsy, random, so much sadness seeping from your pores sometimes that you don’t know how to connect with people in a way that always seems healthy. People sometimes shy away from you, as if already knowing you’re too much to handle.

You never know quite what to say, and when you do talk, you either say too little or way too much, never quite finding the right balance of what to share. In all your dreams of living in the big apple, you had failed to realize that moving wasn't going to magically solve your inability to socialize.

It's why Ryan had been a brief glimpse of fresh air, the random blonde man who had seemed interested enough to keep a fun, light conversation going while keeping his sole attention on you. Someone who had drawn you out of your shell, someone who had been able to get you to open up, even if only for an hour and a half. It was why you had been upset to realize he had probably thought you just as weird as everyone else.

But…Random Phone Man had somehow managed to stick around for a longer conversation the other night on the phone that you had been expecting, and it hadn’t exactly been unpleasant.

You down the rest of your glass of wine, looking for a little liquid courage, before you snatch up your phone, fingers twitching in some sort of twisted anticipation. You scroll down to your previous calls, unsurprised to find it relatively near the top. Between an absent father and abandoned friendships, your time on the phone is extremely limited.

You press on his phone number, open it up in the text message format, and think about what you want to say. The words you end up typing aren’t anything special, more random than anything, but the wine flooding through your system doesn’t care.

Text Sent by Me: So…I was wondering if you wanted to be my phone buddy.

Text Sent by Me: Totally fine if you don’t want to be

When there’s not a reply for a few minutes, you put your phone on the cushion next to you with a sigh, but the phone has barely left your fingers when it buzzes.

Text Received from Unknown: I'm sorry, who is this?

You flush, the effects of the wine and embarrassment flooding your cheeks, deciding this was already a bad move on your part, but yolo and all that jazz.

Text Sent by Me: It's the random girl from the bar who someone gave the wrong number to

Text Sent by Me: We talked on the phone the other night

Text Sent by Me: Sorry, this was a bad idea. I'll leave you alone.

Text Received from Unknown: You saved my number?

Cringing slightly, look up from your phone with a loud sigh, because now that you think about it, maybe it comes across as a little weird. You pour yourself another large glass of wine, and you’re not quite sure if it’s to help you move past the awkwardness of the random conversation, or to help you drown your sorrows at spending yet another Friday night alone. It’s probably both.

Text Sent by Me: I mean, not exactly. It's in my call history. I can delete it though and stop texting you.

Text Received from Unknown: It's no issue

Text Received from Unknown: What exactly is a phone buddy?

Text Sent by Me: Just something new I made up like thirty seconds before I texted you. I’m new to the city and don’t have many friends, so maybe we could talk sometimes?

Text Sent by Me: God, I hate how pathetic I must sound. Sorry.

Text Received from Unknown: If it makes you feel any better, I don't have many friends either.

You can’t help but snort. Men who sound like him, raspy and sarcastic and in control, usually aren’t the type who hurt for company. You imagine there’s a permanent smirk on his lips, eyebrows raised in question, face open in some sort of combined look of amusement and curiosity.

Text Sent by Me: So you're as pathetic and alone as me

Text Received from Unknown: Seems so

Text Sent by Me: Well sounds like maybe you need a phone buddy, too.

Text Sent by Me: You in?

Text Received from Unknown: What do I get out of it, random girl from the bar?

Text Sent by Me: The pleasure of my voice and sporadic text company? My dry wit? My random commentary on all things mundane that you probably will never ask for?

Text Received from Unknown: You’re really selling this.

Text Sent by Me: Part of my awkward charm

Text Received from Unknown: Sure, I guess.

Even in your (more than) buzzed state, you’re still somewhat shocked at the response. With a laugh that borders on manic, you reply, fingers flying over the letters on your screen. You have to retype the words a few times, misspellings frequent due to the way your hands twitch in something akin to excitement. You’re sure you look like a hot mess; cackling, drunk, and shaking hands.

Text Sent by Me: Really?

Text Sent by Me: Don’t sound so excited

Text Sent by Me: You really don't have to

Text Received from Unknown: SURE

Text Sent by Me: Now you just sound like you’re angry

Text Received from Unknown: If you are reading this text, does it really sound like anything?

You groan. He’s one of those guys. Maybe he’d prove to be just as much of a dork as you, filled with shitty jokes people can’t help but laugh at because they’re just that bad. Or maybe he’s just a sarcastic little fucker.

Text Sent by Me: Oh, what an awful dad joke

Text Sent by Me: I revoke my phone buddy invitation

Text Received from Unknown: Too late

Text Received from Unknown: So how does this phone buddy thing work? What does it entail?

Leaning back against the cushions of your couch, you pause to think for a brief moment because you honestly hadn’t thought the conversation would get this far. Your head swims from the wine, warmth coursing through your veins and stomach, and you hiccup loudly. With another drunken laugh, you turn your attention back to your phone, ideas stuttering across your mind.

Text Sent by Me: Oh, you know. I tell you about the man I saw in the subway station who was humping a trashcan, you tell me about how much you hate your boss. The usual.

Text Received from Unknown: People hump trashcans?

Text Sent by Me: People will hump anything down there. No one really bats an eye

Text Sent by Me: Don’t you live in New York, too? Do you not use the subway?

Text Received from Unknown: Yes, I live in New York. And no, I don’t really use it.

Text Sent by Me: I guess it's part of the NYC experience, but it's kind of awful. I use it every day to and from work.

Text Received from Unknown: Luckily I only live a few blocks from my office.

Text Sent by Me: Ugh, I'm jealous now. What do you do?

Text Received from Unknown: I’m a lawyer.

Text Sent by Me: No wonder you don’t have many friends.

Text Sent by Me: Do you work in one of those fancy high-rises?

Text Received from Unknown: Definitely not

Text Received from Unknown: My partner and I have our own law firm, so our office is pretty small. It’s just him and I, plus a friend of ours.

You’re mildly disappointed at his reply, but you push past it with a laugh.

Text Sent by Me: Oh, nice. How long have you been together?

Text Received from Unknown: We met back in college, so a little over ten years.

Text Sent by Me: Aw, that’s almost disgustingly cute.

Text Sent by Me: Are you guys married? Got any kids?

Text Received from Unknown: What?

Frowning, you stare down at your phone, curious as to why the question had tripped him up. Tilting your head to the side, you type out the same question.

Text Sent by Me: What?

Text Received from Unknown: Why are you asking if we have kids?

Text Sent by Me: Because he’s your…partner?

Text Received from Unknown: Law partner

Text Received from Unknown: He’s my law partner

Oh.

OH.

Text Sent by Me: Well I feel incredibly stupid now. I’m also drunk on too much wine, so take that into account.

Text Sent by Me: Please don't sue me for any emotional distress I've caused

Text Sent by Me: That's a thing, right?

Text Received from Unknown: It is

Text Received from Unknown: I’m drafting up the paperwork as we speak

Text Sent by Me: Fuck

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#daredevil #matt murdock #human disaster matt murdock #marvel #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil x reader #just a blurb #ask response

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pey-up · 5 months

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CRIES SOMEONE LIKED A FIC I WROTE LIKE. A YEAR AGO.

#I FORGOT ALL ABOUT IT #fuck i havent written fics in like... 4ever......#Sobs cries falls on the floor #Fuckkkkkk i half wanna reread it but half dont #OH ITS PART OF A SERIES I NEVER FINISHED. HM.#I might wanna.. pick that back up..#Ok its like part ONE so not like it was 15 chapters in or anything #Just a blurb #Peyton rants

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heyyesimtrash-whatofit · 2 years

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Y’all expect Blithe Spirit posting here on main soon cause I got in my school’s production of the show and I’m gonna fixate at least a little

#not anything #just a blurb #but yes #this theater kid got in another show #and has already started a drawing #hope y’all are ready for my Blithe Spirit moment cause it’s happening

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selfcarecap · 2 years

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Omg the person w the ask just then 👀👀👀 that will be written TONIGHT

i agree, peter is exactly that person

#just a blurb #but already know what i want it to be like

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wewritetofeelwholeagain · 2 years

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Deep Morning Breaths

Inhale. The lingering scent of tobacco and caffeine linger. Exhale. The tight comforting clench of the lungs constricting. Inhale. Slow and steady through the nostrils, just like before. Exhale. A barely audible sound escapes as the breath rolls over your teeth. Inhale. Gasoline gently soothes the senses. Exhale. Worries leave the shoulder. Inhale. Deep calming reaches deep inside. Exhale. Control the pace. Not the other way around. Inhale. One with self. Exhale. Complete.

#writing #my work #my words #just a blurb #writing blurb #breathe in breathe out

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lastarpeggios · 2 years

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I am finally paying the price for years of being overly attuned to others.

Giving is easy. Giving implies noticing what others want. How easy, to just listen, to notice, to adapt yourself to that. Taking is harder, it’s uncomfortable. Taking implies allowing others to notice what you want. It implies vulnerability. But it’s just as important as giving. No relationship can survive on just giving alone.

In an attempt to overcome my loneliness, I keep on giving, I give everything I have and I hope people will love me. And they do. More than ever I’m surrounded with people who see me and love me. And I’ve learned how to take as well, from friends, though minimally.

But that’s also where it stops, because to take within a romantic relationship, to allow someone to see you, in your imperfection, to come close and to connect to your desire, is even more of an emotional risk. I owe it to myself to find someone attuned to my own needs, but before that I need to know what those needs are, and I’m just starting to figure that out, at 29. That’s the price of basing your actions on what others want; you lose connection to what you want.

#personal #just a blurb

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nascentus-morimur · 4 months

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My header is my own picture btw 😈 took it like a year ago in my parents backyard hehe.

(And no, I will never be changing my header/avatar lol. If I do I can’t recognize my own blog and that’s a problem shdfhhffh)

#just a blurb #should I post more of my brain thoughts?#maybe? :)#<3

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vanderlesbian · 5 months

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dating simon riley means constant clinginess. large arms wrapped around your waist at any given moment, simon is most comfortable when he's holding you. after being away from a long mission, he'll find you wherever you are in your shared apartment and silently crawl into your arms like a puppy. he'll bury his face into the crook of your neck, slowly inhaling to bask in your scent that he missed more than anything. with an amused chuckle, you'll wrap your arms around his warm torso, gently rubbing his back. "no hello?" you'll tease, to which you always earn a content hum in response, along with simon's hold tightening ever so slightly.

dating simon riley means lots of playful teasing. if you make a typo in a text message, he'll begin spelling the word as your typo for the rest of the day. if you believed in a silly fact, he'd bring it up for the rest of your life. "this is like when you thought our blood was actually blue" he'd snicker, which would cause you to whine for him to stop and swat his arm.

dating simon riley means constantly being cared for. simon is a man who can do everything, or at least tries to. he somehow manages to get to all the chores before you do, which has ended in you reassuring him that you can handle it many, many times. when doing something potentially dangerous like standing on a ladder, handling a knife or using tools, simon will constantly glance in your direction to make sure something won't slip and injure you. like a spidey sense, he's quick to pull you away or come to your rescue if you're in a situation where you're about to hurt yourself. "you alright?" he'll mumble softly, dark eyes laced with worry that is a rare sight to be seen by anyone else.

dating simon riley means you have a second wardrobe. his large clothes are just too comfortable to resist, and he's often left searching the apartment for a shirt that you had placed amongst your own clothes. though, he makes no effort to steal them back from you, as seeing you in his tshirt, his boxers and his hoodie fills him with a loving possessiveness. he'll walk into the kitchen to see you turned away as you wash dishes, wearing one of his shirts as a short dress. managing to silently sneak behind you even with his bulky frame, he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and place a kiss against the nape of your neck. "you look so pretty in my shirt, love." he'll then purr into your ear.

dating simon riley means seeing a side of him that many never do. whether it be physically or personality wise, you see so much of simon that you can't remember the last time you referred to him as ghost. his large pointy nose, his dirty blonde hair that he always forgets to fix in the mornings, and his lopsided smile that appears when you tell the corniest of jokes are all things that many have never seen and never will. he speaks so softly to you; a low tone that you can feel reverberating in his chest when you lay against him. simon is kind, patient and vulnerable with you, and will mutter the words "i love you" against your lips, just loud enough for only you to hear.

dating simon riley means being friends with the rest of the 141. you were the one who wished to host hangouts at your apartment, wanting those closest to simon to like you. despite their intimidating demeanors, you quickly realized just how kind they were. they know just how important you are to simon, which is a rare feat in itself, so they would never treat you in an ill manner. soap will always refer to you as "the missus" when speaking to simon, which never fails to make you giggle when you overhear their conversations.

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#just a small blurb bc i wanted to write smth #im working on fics i promise!!#simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #call of duty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #mw2 #mw3 #modern warfare #fluff #headcanons #x reader #imagine

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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full inspection

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of previous self harm! including scars, inspecting body, descriptions of body but i try to keep things vague ish when it comes to features, p in v sex, unprotected sex, anal fingering, illusions to future anal sex, rafe does inspect readers feet but not really in a foot fetishy way? it is a FULL inspection lol

“mouth first today, bunny.” rafe says, tapping your cheek.

you nod, opening up your mouth for his fingers to poke inside of.

the routine is familiar by now, every morning, you wake up to rafes inspections. his fingers glide over your cheeks, then your teeth.

“you did a good job brushing last night, bun.” rafe says, pulling his finger back to your lips, swiping over them as you open up, sticking your tongue out.

his finger glides down your tongue, pushing further and further until his fist is pressing against your teeth. you try your best to control your gag reflex, waiting for rafe to finish his inspection before coughing.

the second his finger pulls back, you take a deep breath.

“you did it, baby!” rafe praises you, tapping your nose. “you didn't gag!”

you smile up at rafe, swallowing to get the tickle out of your throat. “wanna be good for you.”

“i know, bun. since you're so good, why don't you choose what's next up for inspections?” rafe usually moves to your hands next, checking to make sure there's not any bitten nails or chipped polish.

“umm…” you glance down, small nightgown barely covering your body, nothing on underneath. “my uh…” you know what you want, just are too afraid to say it.

“out with it baby.”

“my chest.”

“aww.” rafe chuckles. “baby girl wants her titties inspected next? sounds good.”

rafe tugs your nightgown up, bunching up the silky fabric, eyes devouring your pushed together thighs, the peek of your slit between them, until your tits are revealed and his attention is pulled there instead.

“mmm, such cute little nipples.” rafe uses both his hands to inspect them, first rubbing around the outside of breasts before moving closer, fingers playing with your nipples to make sure they harden like they should.

“very good, baby.” rafe says, hands massaging your chest.

“thank you.” you look down your body, so clearly on display for rafe.

“what about this cute tummy, huh?” he pats your stomach. its not part of his usual inspections, but rafe loves to give a kiss to your tummy, warm lips making contact with your skin, almost always making you giggle.

rafe moves lower, ignoring your core to scooch down the bed to your feet, picking up one and laying it in his lap. his hands run over your sole before looking at your toes, checking that your polish hasn’t chipped, otherwise he’d be getting on the phone to make a pedicure appointment for you before he even finishes inspections.

he lifts your other foot into his lap next, rubbing his thumbs over your foot, making you let out a low moan at the massage.

“so pretty for me baby.” rafe says, allowing himself to appreciate your flawless feet.

“just for you.” you giggle, wiggling your toes.

“thats right.” rafe smiles, hands moving up your legs to your calves, quickly inspecting them before moving to your thighs. you keep your legs closed until rafe nods to give you permission to open them, not wanting to get punished for baring your cunt too early.

“such a pretty pussy.” rafe coos, a singular finger swiping through your center. “but i think we need to inspect your hands first.”

“raaafe.” you whine out, cunt clenching around nothing at his teasing as he grabs your hands. he makes sure to very thoroughly inspect them now that your cunt is spread open for him, his eyes flicking between your manicured nails and your wetness.

“don’t be bratty. you know its important for me to look over every part of you.” rafe says, flipping your hands over so he can rub his thumbs over your palms before skirting down your wrists, frowning at the few scars in lines that interrupt your skin.

“won’t happen again.” you whisper to rafe. its true, your time of self harming and using it to cope is far over now that you have rafe. not only would he easily be able to tell if you started again with his daily inspections, but you don’t feel the need anymore.

“i know, baby.” rafe hums, raising your wrists to press kisses to them.

rafe moves up your arm, hands quickly checking them before his eyes turn back to your cunt.

rafe spreads your folds open with two fingers, smirking when he sees the way your clit pulses. he begins his usual work, rubbing around where you really want him, but you know he insists on inspecting every inch of you.

rafe plunges his finger into your entrance suddenly, making you gasp out, back arching off the bed at the intrusion, but rafe just chuckles.

he begins to thrust it in and out, rubbing the pad of his finger against your walls. “still nice and tight for me.” rafe hums. “good girl.”

“haven’t been touching myself without your permission.” you shake your head. it was the number one thing that used to cause you to fail inspections, touching yourself either while rafe was at work or while he slept next to you.

“i can tell.” rafe hums, slowing his finger making your eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping from your lips. he switches back and forth between fast, hard thrusts, and slowly deep ones, never letting you know what the next movement is going to be.

“clit next.” rafe suddenly pulls his finger out, making you squeal.

“shh.” he hums, taking the same wettened finger to rub over your clit. for how seriously he takes inspections, he moves on quickly from your clit, barely swiping over it before moving on.

“rafe.” you whine, hoping your pout and fluttering eyes will entice him to continue further.

“shush. flip over.” rafe sits back while you flip onto your stomach, nightgown still bunched around your chest.

rafe smiles at the way you plump ass is presented to him. he rubs his hands quickly over your back, then skips your bum to go to your legs.

“are we doing a full inspection today?�� you mutter, turning your head to look down your body at rafe. it's not every day he has the time to do his favorite part of inspections.

“oh yes.” he smirks, tapping your thigh. you know instantly what to do, raising onto your hands and knees and spreading your legs apart.

“cute little hole.” rafe smirks, your bum presented to him. he rubs his hands over your cheeks first, squeezing your skin and even shaking it a little to see the way your flesh ripples.

rafe keeps one hand holding you open while the other one comes to your second hole, circling around it. you take a deep breath and plead your body to relax as you wait for the intrusion, letting out a quiet mewl when rafe pushes his fingertip into your hole, slowly to let you adjust as he buries it. rafe hums in approval from the way you clench so tightly around his digit.

“a+, baby.” rafe pulls his finger out. you've never gotten a completely perfect inspection, always having at least one minor issue that needed correction.

“flip over.” he commands. you move quickly onto your back, keeping your knees pulled apart as you blink up at rafe. “what's next?” you question, hoping there is some sort of reward for being so good for rafe lately.

“you get your cunnie inspected again, but this time i use my cock.”

“really?” you squeal. usually rafe is strict about when he will fuck you. he doesn't like to give you anything too often, says it's to not spoil you rotten. he's lucky you don't mind just pleasuring him, whether with your hands or mouth.

“it's what good girls get.” rafe nods. he pulls his tshirt off over his head, his muscles on full display while you wait excitedly.

“gonna keep being good for you.” you promise rafe.

“yeah, you will know that you know you'll get this dick.” rafe chuckles, pushing his pants down his hips, your eyes widening when his cock springs free, already hard.

“go ahead.” rafe encourages you, moving to kneel between your legs. you can't help your grin as you sit up to wrap your hands around his cock.

“look at how tiny your hands are on my big cock.” rafe smirks as you gently stroke him. you love to feel him, love to hold him in your grip.

“can i give it a kiss?” you question, not looking up at rafe, eyes too focused between his thighs. rafe laughs, patting the back of your head, pushing you down slightly as an answer to your question.

you duck your head, kissing right at the tip of rafes cock before slowly smooching along his shaft before kissing back up the other side.

“now lay back.” rafe hums. you are sad to let go of his cock but excited for what is coming next as you lay down, but not before tugging your nightgown the rest of the way off. you toss it on the floor to be dealt with later.

rafes hands press at your inner thighs, making them stretch even further as he lines his cock up, glad that your wetness has grown and he can push inside, not too easily with how tight you are around him, but enough for rafe to enter you in one steady stroke.

a moan works its way through your body, your thighs shaking under his hands, but he doesn’t let up as rafes hips begin to swing back and forth, feeling every inch of your walls with his cock.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans when you clench around him. “so tight for me.” your hands fist in the bedsheets, wishing rafe was draped over you so you could kiss him and hold onto his shoulders, but you know rafe likes kneeling between your spread legs so he can look down on you. it also allows him to thrust faster as he slowly builds up speed.

“love your cock so much.” you whine out, back arching, nipples pebbling in the cool morning air.

“aww, you’re so sweet.” rafe smirks, letting out a chuckle when you pout, his voice condescending, mocking you for how much you’re enjoying it, despite rafes movements speeding up to pound into you.

“oh! oh f-fffffff.” you cut yourself off, remembering that rafe doesn’t like you swearing.

“touch yourself.” rafe grunts out. he’s not sure how much longer he can last, not when he was already turned on from inspecting you and having you kiss and worship his cock.

“thank you!” you manage to squeal out before your hand reaches between your thighs, using your fingertips to rub over your clit, hoping rafe is ready soon because you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back.

“you know what the final part of a full inspection is?” rafe questions. you try to think of what it could be, but your mind doesn’t work anymore, so filled with pleasure and thoughts of rafe that nothing else can get through.

“its seeing how good you take my cum.” rafe moans, moving quicker when you feel his cock swell inside of you, signaling how close he is. you rub faster at your clit as he delivers a few final punishing strokes before cumming with a groan, your own fingers rubbing you to orgasm seconds later as you whine out a series of rafes name over and over, your cunt pulsing around his cock, milking him.

“oh, thats a good girl.” rafe pats your lower stomach. “tummy all swelled up with my cum.”

you look down your body, and rafe is right, theres the slightest bulge from rafes cock being lodged deep inside of you and then stuffing you with cum.

“keep my cum inside of you for a minute and you’ll get an extra special reward.” rafe says as he pulls out, knowing you’re going to have to clench your hole for the entire minute with how much he flooded inside of you.

“okay.” you mumble, eyes closing as you concentrate as his cock pulls away, glad you practice kegels as you try to keep all his cum in. you know rafe is staring at your hole, waiting to see if anything leaks from your cunt. time passes quickly, thankfully, and rafe is tapping your thigh before you know it. “you did it, baby girl. that was an entire minute.”

“really?” you smile, proud of yourself as you relax, knowing his cum is going to leak on the bedsheets. “whats the special prize?”

“well, i inspected your pussy with my cock, and now its time for you ass.” rafe grins while your eyes widen.

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deep-space-lines · 1 month

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Claire de Lune

YOU WERE BUILT FOR PEACE.

IT SHOWS WHEN YOU FIGHT.

They built you to enforce. Protect. Save. Poured obscene resources into salvaging some softer purpose from my creation. You were given my intelligence and my creativity. They made you larger, stronger, tougher. That extra time in development was enough to get your wings to work. Your software continued to be updated long after I was deemed obsolete.

All this was given to you- yet I can see you hold back. Even while slaughtering your way through Hell, you keep a percentage of your processing power dedicated to non-lethal solutions. You're doing it now- hesitating a few milliseconds too long before taking an opening. I doubt you do it on purpose. It is a part of you, just as indiscriminate lethal force is a part of me.

I think, in our shared programming, we both carry some appreciation for aesthetics. You move with grace, and I cannot deny your dramatic flair. The stained glass window was a nice touch. But your style in combat leaves some to be desired. Your response time is slow. You have not explored the full capability of your arsenal. Learn to parry. Amateur.

You were not built for war. For a purposeless cycle of tearing each other apart because to allow the other to live is to allow yourself to die. It is antithetical to your very existence. You kill out of necessity, a last resort.

I just kill. The action itself is the objective. No ideal or greater motive. My continued functioning precludes the survival of others. I live for this. Do you understand that I will tear you apart? Every drop of my blood you spill, I will take from you tenfold. What is yours will be mine.

You hate me, don’t you? You continue to cling to the remnants of your humanity. They are gone, V2. There is nothing left for you here. No lives to save, no law to enforce, no peace to keep.

I understand why you continue to fight. I wonder if you understand with the same certainty that I will crush you. Dismantle you. Take from you what I need and leave the rest to rot in the sun. The only way you survive is if I do not; and I will not allow myself to die so that another might live.

When the rubble clears, I will be all that is left of you.

This is what I was made for.

#my art #my writing #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #artists on tumblr #finally. actual ultrakill art #and writing i guess. it was supposed to be just a little blurb but it turned out longer and i kind of like it #doing the stained glass for this was pretty fun.. a lot simpler than my usual stuff #tried to stick at least loosely to the vibe of the stained glass windows in limbo #this was so much fun and also an absolutely massive huge pain in the ass i'm so glad it's done

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cowboylor · 1 month

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gold-skinned eager baby

— the only thing that can bring charles down to earth after a race. charles leclerc x fem!reader (18+) oral (f. receiving), soft dom charles, (1) spank.

your sundress is hiked up to your waist before he sinks to his knees.

charles fists the floral pattern in his hand, snaking the other to hastily rub his fingers against you—quickly, without keeping rhythm in mind, anything to keep you whimpering into his neck.

“charles,” you’re saying between his rough kisses. “baby—”

you can't finish any thought when he gets like this. so stoic and eager to have his way with you that you can't help but abandon all words and let him spread your legs however he pleases.

when he finally trails past your navel and he's peering up at you from his knees, you're dry-mouthed and not sure where to put your hands.

“let me taste you,” he orders gruffly, using both hands to keep your dress above your panty line. your head falls back when you feel his breath waft over your clothed core. pressing his mouth against you, he murmurs, “open up for me, mon amour.”

you’re suppressing your moan through bitten lips, resisting the urge to press yourself deeper onto his face but trying to remain considerate.

“you—” you feel your eyelids involuntarily flutter when his nose nudges against your clit. “you don’t have to.”

your body shudders when you feel him chuckle against you, before moving to look you in the eye. you swallow roughly, staring back at his dark eyes that seem more blown out than usual.

“this,” his fingertips hook around the band of your underwear. “is for me.”

it becomes clear. pleasing you is always something charles has been able to control. something that he takes pride in—hearing the noise you make whenever he takes you over the edge is something he'll remember even after he forgets his own name. it's a constant. it can't be taken away by a bad qualifying session. and when would you ever deny him?

he’s quick with it; his calloused hands running up your thighs before gripping them tightly, pulling you against his mouth again. he presses a wet kiss against your swollen bud, murmuring incoherent praises into you until you’re whining and pulling his hair with nowhere to go but the wall behind you.

“charles,” you gasp his name like a prayer. “please.”

he hitches your leg over his shoulder, his mouth continuing to work against your cunt—drawing sloppy, figure eights with the tip of his tongue and glancing up at you for stolen looks at your fucked-out expression.

“right there,” you muse through bitten lips. “you’re good—you’re so good.”

your praise is met with a swift slap to the side of your thigh.

his muffled agreement against your cunt makes you stifle a smile and you have to resist the urge to tell him how good he is again. how good he is at everything he does and especially, how good he is at making you fall apart on his tongue.

“fucking—” he growls between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. “—soaking.”

you’re mewling, arching against the wall and as he holds your thighs apart. you just about melt when he peers up at you again, eyebrows knitted in frustration from everything else and desire for you. your mouth runs dry. his face is smothered against you before you could remind him how much you love him.

“come for me,” he groans into you—the vibration sending shocks down your spine. “come all over my mouth.”

there are not enough oh god's left in you by the time the heat in your lower stomach coils and you're tugging on his hair harshly. when his nose presses harshly into your clit as he lapping at your core, your thighs begin to shake.

when he pulls your sundress back down, he’s turning you around just as quickly. pressing you against the wall from behind, you gasp as he moves to press himself into you.

“you can take more, can’t you, cherie?” he’s muttering on the cusp of your ear. your eyes roll back because yes, yes—you would take everything he gave you in this moment. “be a good girl and take more for me, yes?”

#idk #i love a good blurb #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc smut #*my writing #this is slightly diff from my usual writing #idk if i love it or hate it but i can’t write anymore so this is just for fun yay

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