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girlokwhatever · 1 month

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can u do reader coming home drunk after a nightout and paige takes care of her?🥺 (smut or fluff is fine)

𝄞₊ ⊹˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ taking care of you,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

paige is sitting in your shared apartment’s living room when she hears you fumbling with the keys outside. she immediately sets down her textbook, opening the door before you can even find the right key. she’s been expecting your arrival after you texted her a jumble of words, piecing together ‘home’ and ‘soon.’

you went out with a few of your friends from class to a local club, trying to unwind after a stressful few weeks. of course she wanted you to have fun but sometimes if other people were drinking, you tended to do the same. unfortunately for you, you were a lightweight.

“baby!” your eyes gleam at her, wide and glossy. you’re a bit of a bubbly drunk tonight, finding everything funny and somewhat joyful. you smiled at your girlfriend and jumped into her, craving her touch after being away for a few hours.

“hey ma, how was your night? had fun?” she catches you, holding the back of your thighs when you wrap your legs around her. your smile immediately turns to a dramatic frown, bottom lip pouted out. she has to resist the urge to kiss you, settling for the feeling of your body heat on hers.

“this guy was flirting with me paigey,”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah, told ‘em i have a pretty girlfriend already.”

now she’s smiling at you like a dope, pride swelling in her heart at your little story. you’re smiling with pride too, as if you just got told you did a good job. you’re paige’s favorite person in the world, no doubt. so hearing you brag about her is something that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“how much did you drink?” she’s closing the door now, not missing the smell of alcohol when your soft breath hits her face. you shrug your shoulders because you genuinely have no clue. just from your answer, or lack of one, she knows it was a lot more than you can probably handle for one night.

you drop your legs from around your girlfriend and she lets you, letting go of the grip she has on your thighs. you wobble for a second while you adjust to standing on your own again. paige watches you carefully, slightly concerned at how out of it you seem. she finds herself getting a little angry at your friends for letting you drink so much, but she lets it go because she knows it was all in good fun.

“oh.. wow. that’s not-“ your hands are on your stomach and paige knows what’s about to happen. she’s ushering you to the bathroom, lifting the toilet lid, and pulling any loose hair out of your face. she lets you get it all out, patting your back and telling you it’s ok, the same way she always does. if you weren’t battered drunk it would probably make you blush.

“are you okay?”

you silently nod, already feeling a bit more sober. paige sends you a soft smile, kissing your forehead and pulling away again to turn on the shower. she grabs your pj’s from your room and when she comes back you’re half asleep against the wall.

“baby, gotta get you cleaned up okay?”

now you’re both in the shower together while paige lathers the shampoo and conditioner into your hair. you pleaded with her to get in with you, still not feeling the best. she said yes, tied her hair up in a bun, took off her clothes, and now she’s in here. with you.

she helps you rinse your hair out (she does it without any of your help) and just takes a moment to admire you. it seems you had the same idea though, staring up at paige with doe eyes. she notices you’re not exactly smiling, a light frown taking your features.

“what’s wrong?”

“miss you p,”

“i’m right here”

“yeah but.. you’re in minnesota.”

paige is genuinely shocked at your statement, laughing out loud and throwing her head back at what you said. she was in minnesota for a few days last month and you couldn’t free your schedule enough to go with her, which is what she thinks you’re referring to. of course in your drunk mind you think she’s making fun of you, which only makes you feel worse. you step out of the shower, the cold apartment air making your nipples peak and your body shiver.

paige follows in suit, having to hold her breathe at the sight of you. she jogs to your room, putting her own pajamas on and quickly returning to you.

“baby i’m sorry. don’t be upset please, i wasn’t laughing at you.”

you’re clothed too, standing in between paige and the bathroom counter as she rubs lotion on your back from underneath your shirt. her hands are large and warm, smoothing over your skin with a delicacy that you appreciate. you don’t exactly realize it all the time, but paige does a phenomenal job at taking care of you. especially on nights like this.

“yes you were.”

“ok… i was. but! but- it’s because i was just a little shocked, is all.”

you turn to face her, eyes scanning over her face until you determine how you feel. you try to remember what you even said, but nothing’s popping up so you decide to just forget it.

“feeling better?”

“for a kiss.” paige kisses you, gentle and soft. her hands situated on your hips pull you closer until you’re chest to chest. all of the sudden you’re pulling away with a frantic energy, like you just remembered something of the upmost importance.

“skincare!” you (in true clumsy fashion) try hopping up on the counter. once you fail a few times and then some, paige decides to just lift you herself. she digs through your drawer, not knowing where to start.

you don’t even seem to be in the same universe, eyes closed and legs swaying ever-so little. she decides to just pick a few things, mixing them all together in her hands before smoothing it over your face. it isn’t really her thing, you’re always the one doing it for her and yourself. once she’s satisfied, she taps your legs and kisses your nose. your eyes flutter, giving her a lazy smile.

“ready for bed?”

“mhm”

“brush your teeth first” you groan and she smiles as she walks away, pulling the covers back and throwing extra pillows to the floor. by the time she’s cut all the nights off in the apartment and returned, you’re rinsing your mouth out with water. she notices you’re ever more clumsy than usual, knocking over a few things on the counter and almost tripping over your own feet before she catches you.

“c’mere baby,” paige motions you closer, picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom. she lays on her back with you on top of her still, never letting go.

her face nuzzles into your damp, freshly washed hair. your face buries itself into her neck, the slow thump of her pulse helping ground you to reality. you couldn’t ever remember a time being this drunk, but to be fair you couldn’t remember much of anything right now. just that you love paige, and paige loves you.

“hey wait, take this advil and drink some water before you pass out please.” you whine, obviously too comfortable to lift your head.

“no. don’t wanna.”

“for a kiss?”

“…..fine.”

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just finished reading like 5 diff kate martin stories on wattpad guys

also this isn’t spell checked pls forgive me

#paige buckets #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball

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fannyspammy · 1 year

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Tell Me More

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam gets hard for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, nothing too too graphic (yet, hehe), still very steamy tho, mostly just dry humping & fantasizing

A/N: Two parts posted in one day??? Who is she??? Here’s the third part to the Firsts series! Wanted to get the next part out to you all asap because you’ve all been so supportive & I’m shocked at how much attention my posts have been getting lately 🥺🫶 If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a stand-alone tho!)

[not my gif]

Since their first kiss, Adam couldn’t stop kissing y/n. He’d kiss her at every available moment — greeting her hello, after each compliment, with every please & thank you, waiting to cross a busy intersection… not that y/n was complaining. She loved kissing her golden boy too, & he was good at it.

A couple weeks later, Adam & y/n were in the middle of their most intense make out session yet. It began while they were sitting on the couch, listening to music. They sat side-by-side, but their bodies faced each other hands grasping at whatever they could — hair, face, & neck.

Craving for more of him, y/n lifted herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They were a mess of touch and tongue.

Y/n could feel his bulge beneath her in this new position — still soft, but large enough for her to feel it pressed against her clothed core. She moaned at the feel of it, picturing herself lowering onto it, being stretched out by its size.

Y/n was growing increasingly aroused by her fantasy, supported by Adam sucking relentlessly on her neck, and soon her core was craving attention. Seeking friction she began to grind herself against the god beneath her, slowly but firmly dragging herself against his grey sweatpants. The feel of him pressed against her clothed core provoked a sinful moan from her, and Adam sucked harder on her sweet spot. She quickened her pace, stroking her soaking self against him fervently.

Then Adam stiffened as he, well, stiffened. Not fully, but enough for her to notice.

“Mm, baby, don’t stop,” y/n panted, never ceasing the eager roll of her hips.

“It’s… supposed to do that, right?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Okay, I just- it felt good, I just wasn’t sure.”

Y/n slowed her thrusts.

“Wait, you’ve never been hard before?”

“No.. This is the first time we’ve been this intense, so I’ve never felt… like this.”

Y/n smirked. “Well, let me help you.” She lifted her shirt over her head & tossed it onto the floor. Adam’s eyes widened at the sight of her in her bra.

“Mm, you like that?” she asked, although the hardening length beneath her gave away the answer.

Adam caressed her bare waist as he returned his attention to her neck, this time matching the movement of his hips with hers.

The growing friction left both of them moaning loudly, and Adam pulled y/n’s hair for better access. Throwing her head back in pleasure, she gripped Adam’s strong shoulders to steady herself as she quickened her pace.

“Mm, wanna know what I’m picturing right now?”

“What?” He asked, lips never leaving her skin.

“I’m picturing us naked, with you inside me.”

Adam pulled away from her neck to look at her, pupils dilated, before meeting her in a rough kiss. His hands squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bra, and he sucked vigourously on her tongue.

Sucking the skin beneath her jaw, Adam gripped her waist firmly with one hand, rolling her left nipple in between the fingers of his other.

“Tell me more.”

Y/n gently pushed his head down to direct him toward her breasts. Receiving her message, Adam freed her right breast from its cup and latched onto it, swirling a tongue against the hardened nipple. He increased the intensity of his thrusts & y/n cried out in pleasure before continuing.

“You’re- mm!- taking me however you want, wherever you want- oh, yes- and your- ah!- cock is making me feel s-so good- mmm, yes!- as it moves in and out of me.”

Adam pulled her back by the hair to look at her, and his eyes studied her features — the glisten on sweat on her forehead, the redness of her cheeks and swollen lips, the way her face contorted in bliss.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said, his golden features glistening softly in the dim light. He thrust his hard member hard against her, and watched her mouth part as she moaned.

“Adam, I-I’m close,” she said, her thrusts becoming more frantic.

Kissing her neck once again he mumbled against her skin. “Mm, close to what, baby?”

“C-close to- mmm- close to my climax.”

Climax, that’s what he was feeling himself building to! He felt it growing the more his hard cock rubbed against y/n through their clothes, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Now it made sense.

“I think I am too,” he said, quickening his pace. She followed. After a couple more heated minutes y/n came, crying his name as he sucked her tit & continued grinding her through her climax. The sight of her trembling in his lap was enough to bring him over the edge too, and the next thing Adam knew there was a stream of cum soaking his sweats.

Panting heavily, they began to wind down from their highs. Adam placed tender kisses across her collarbone and jaw, making his way back to her lips. He kissed her sweetly and rested his forehead against hers.

Y/n smiled with a small chuckle.

“That was… wow.”

Adam met her smile with his own, placing another quick kiss on her lips. Looking down at the wet spot on his crotch he laughed lightly.

“I think I need to change my pants.”

#adam warlock #adamwarlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock smut #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter imagine #will poulter smut #gotg #gotg v3 #gotg 3 #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg imagine #gotg 3 imagine

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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you know that hand thing joel does sometimes? please please please write something with reader aka joel’s girl™️ noticing he shakes his hand that way when he’s anxious/nervous/upset so she grabs it and squeezes to show him she’s there. He didn’t even realize it was a tell of his but it’s just another way she shows how attentive she is and how much she loves him which obviously makes his heart go all brrrrr 🥰🥰🥰

AN | Yes! I think about this way too much 🥺

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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Joel Miller had been a tough nut to crack. So closed off and reserved when it came to anyone but Tommy or Ellie, but you’d managed to worm your way into his heart. You’d managed to bring down his walls over time, bit by little bit.

That’s how you realized that he had a tell for when he was anxious or nervous. It hadn’t taken long to notice the way he often flexed his hand when he was feeling out of his element. It was easy to pick out from how often you found yourself watching him, studying him as though he was a you wanted to ace. In a way you did, you wanted to know him in every which way, wanted to know every facet of his being, no matter how much time and patience it took. He was worth it, he was your heart.

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You hadn’t fully told him that you were onto his little tell but you tried to tell him it’s okay, I’m here whenever you saw that signature little hand squeeze.

Whether it was in the middle of a conversation or something that was happening around him, you tried to reach for his hand as quickly as possible. The good thing was that ever since he accepted how much he craved the sheer intimacy of your touch, he loved holding your hand. In the beginning it had often been you reaching for his hand, but now it was an equal dance.

But right now, as you watched him speaking with Steven, one of the men that he often went on patrol with, you could see it was something serious. You excused yourself from where you were working with Maria, promising you’d be back shortly, and went over to Joel. He barely heard you walk up, but as soon as he felt your hand reaching for his, he visibly relaxed and leaned towards your soft body.

The effect the simple gesture had on him was palpable. You didn’t even interrupt or add anything to the conversation, you just remained at his side, brushing your thumb soothingly along his skin. It was strange in some ways, to think that this man could get as anxious as you did. But then again, he was only human after all.

When he was done speaking to Steven, you turned to you with a gentle expression on his face. He brought his hand to your face and brushed his knuckles along your cheek. You turned your face ever so slightly and pressed a kiss to palm before leaning in to kiss him, sweet and saccharine.

“Thank you,” he whispered as you looked at him innocently, “you came just in time.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you insisted softly, “I saw you and couldn’t help myself. I’ll take any opportunity to see you.”

He hummed in content before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in for a hug. It felt so good - warm and familiar - just like home. He felt him kiss the side of your head before whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you beamed at him with a shy smile, “I better get back to helping Maria before she kills me. Lots to do today. I’ll see you later, love.”

“See you later baby,” you couldn’t help but give him one more kiss before stepping away. You gave him a little wave before running off to Maria; he was grinning at you the entire time.

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You were lying next to Joel, your head on his bare chest as you listened to the steady beating of his heart. You had an arm draped around his middle and reached for his free hand and laced your fingers together. It was such a subconscious thing that you didn’t even realize you were doing most of the time. He had an arm wrapped around you, aimlessly tracing the bare skin of your back.

If it was possible, you would have stayed like this forever, but for now you would take as much as you could get it.

“What’re you thinking about?” he must have been some kind of mind reader, because he always knew exactly when you had something on your mind, “tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You laughed lightly, a sound that always went straight to his heart every time. You shifted out of his arm and laid on your stomach so you could face him, resting your chin in your hands. Joel huffed softly in amusement as he gently brushed the hair out of your face, “it’s nothing importantly - really. Just observations.”

“Tell me your observations then,” he leaned back against the pillow and you couldn’t help but want to crawl into his lap, “if you want to share.”

“I do,” you promised, “there’s no one I want to share more with than you.”

“So…”

“I was just thinking about your little tell,” you said softly, “it’s just something I’ve noticed s’all.”

“My tell?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly not picking up on what you were trying to say, “what do you mean?”

“Your tell,” you repeated, reaching for his hand, “it’s how I know when you’re getting nervous or anxious. You do this thing with your hand - it’s like a squeezy flexy thing.”

“Huh,” he mused for a moment, and you feared for an instant that you might have overstepped. But then he chuckled and looked at his hand, “I guess you’re right. I never thought someone else would pick up on it. I didn’t even really think about it.”

“It’s not really anything,” you said softly, “I like watching you and it’s something I’ve picked up on. I like watching people, studying them. And you, Joel Miller, are my favorite subject.”

He quieted for a moment before smiling in that soft, lazy way he did when he was most comfortable and content. He trailed his fingers along your jaw, studying you in return, "yeah?"

"Mhmm," you took his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"C'mere," he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and gently pulled you towards his lap. You shifted so you could sit on top of his legs, face to face with him, "I like watching you too. You have a lot of tells of your own, you know."

"Oh?" Your nose crinkled in surprise as he held onto your hips, his thumbs brushing over your bare skin, "what are they?"

"When you're mad or upset, you always hum under your breath. When you're nervous or uncomfortable, you make silly jokes when they're not relevant to the conversation," you couldn't deny that both those things were true. It still made your cheeks warm up when you realized just how closely he must watch you too, "and you always get this little smile on your face when you cum. It's a dead giveaway every time."

"Joel! I-"

"It's true," his hands were already roaming your skin now, "don't even deny it. It's sexy. I'll have to show you."

"How would you…" you followed his gaze and saw that it landed on the big mirror on the opposite wall, "oh."

"Will you let me show you?" He leaned in and nudged his nose against yours, lips ghosting over yours. And just who were you to deny him?

"Yes."

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Ever since you’d pointed out his little quirk, he started reaching out for you whenever felt himself grow anxious, nervous, or upset. Just as he had reached out to you before, he found it becoming even more of a conscious thing. He liked that you were able to read him so well; it was such an intimate and sacred thing. Sometimes he had no idea what he would do without you.

Luckily he’d never have to find out.

“Ellie,” his tone was somewhere between angry and annoyed as he looked at her. She looked back at him with wide eyes, preparing for the worst. You’d been in the kitchen making dinner but stopped and peeked into the living room when you heard Joel raise his voice, “what were you thinking?!”

You wiped your hands on the rag and walked over to them, already looking for the telltale sign of his nerves. Sure enough, there was his hand flexing subconsciously. You huffed lightly before walking over to him and immediately reaching for his hand to take it in yours and give it a gentle squeeze, “Joel, honey, it’s okay.”

“She could have gotten hurt,” he looked between you and Ellie and you could instantly tell that his anger was out of concern and love, “do you know what your daughter did?”

“Ellie?”

“I went out with Dina,” she confessed, her eyes looking anywhere but at you or Joel, cheeks growing pink, “we went out beyond the border.”

“And didn’t tell anyone.”

“And didn’t tell anyone,” she swallowed thickly, casting a quick glance at you, “we just wanted to go out for a little while - we came right back!”

“Oh Ellie,” you squeezed Joel’s hand as you tried to keep your voice even, “baby, that’s dangerous, you know it is. If you’re going to do something reckless, at least tell one of us. Please.”

“Or don’t do anything reckless,” Joel felt his annoyance dissipating as he looked between his girls.

“Yeah, or that,” you agreed, “okay?”

“Okay,” she eased up as she took a step closer, “Dina wanted to go and I-I didn’t want to say no.”

“That’s what happens when you like somebody,” you let go of Joel’s hand so you could squish her in a tight hug, “and that’s fine, just don’t lose your head.”

“Okay,” she looked relieved as she hugged you back, whether it was the fact that you weren’t yelling or the fact that her little not so well kept secret didn’t bother you, “I’m sorry. Sorry, Joel.”

His hands were on his hips but he wasn’t mad. Not really. He just wanted to know she was safe, “‘s okay, baby girl. Just be careful, please.”

“I will,” she let go of you and went over to hug, hugging him just as tightly as she buried her face into his chest, “are you still mad at me?”

“No,” he replied with a trademark sigh as he hugged the girl back, “I wasn’t….just worried.”

“You were a little at least,” she insisted, “I could tell. You did your little hand thing.”

“Little hand thing - oh? How did you know?” his expression was incredulous as she laughed and exchanged a look with you, “did you tell her?”

“I did not,” you promised, holding up a few fingers as a scout promise, “that was all her. Maybe you’re not as subtle as you think you are. Or maybe we just love you and notice these things about you.”

“Hmm,” he shook his head in amusement, “the both of you are something else.”

“Yeah, but you’re stuck with us…so.”

“So…” he teased as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Say it back,” Ellie raised an eyebrow as Joel snorted. He knew exactly what she meant, “say it!”

“I don’t know…”

“Joel!”

“Fine,” he held his hands up in mock surrender as he kissed the side of your head and did the same to Ellie, “I love you both.”

“There we go,” you grinned at him, “Ellie, go wash up for dinner. And you, sir, can help me finish.”

Ellie grinned as she ran upstairs and you turned back to Joel, “am I really that obvious?”

“Terribly so,” you grinned, “hate to break it to you.”

“Hmm, I’m sure,” he ushered you further until the kitchen until your back was against the counter and you were in his hold, “I love you, you know.”

“I love you too, you know.”

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #pedro pascal #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #tlou #tlou hbo

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anime-owo-kage-san · 2 months

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Husk rescuing Angel from Valentino or pretty much any danger in general is still my favorite —incredibly common but still favorite— huskerdust trope. Especially, him (whether in comics or in fanfics) carrying Angel in his arms and flying to safety —Aaaah! 🥺 That’s a whole fluffy dessert for me!

I try to find and read every fanfic and comic I see (AU or canon-divergent), especially the ones where Husk wins Angel’s contract from Valentino.

I know Angel Dust shouldn’t be subjected to being a damsel in distress, because there is more to his character. But, like… come on. While the sweet thing doesn’t really need protection, he needs to feel and know somebody will do it anyway.

Ofc, this is just my craving in fanworks.

As for canon and what I actually want to see happen in the show, to get Angel free from his contract:

1.) Angel shoots/stabs/etc. Val from the fucking front (with some slight hesitance because he technically ruined his clean-streak for doing it).

Oooor, what I like better, bc it involves Huskerdust:

2.) Husk invites both Angel and Valentino somewhere private, to make a bet through poker.

Husk: “One round of poker. You lose, Angel’s soul no longer belongs to you. You win, you get to keep his contract.”

Angel panics and tries to knock some sense into Husk, even though Valentino is disinterested in the whole thing and was going to say no anyway, but plot twist ——>

Angel: “Do I have to slap the fucking White Knight Syndrome outta ya!? I told ya, ya crazy motherfucker! I can handle myself!”

Husk: *smiles* “I know.” *hands Angel his the deck of cards* “Which is why I’m letting you, handle this. Go win your soul back, Legs.”

Angel: *shocked* “B-But that’s even worse! I only beat you, like… once in this game!”

Husk: “And you only need to beat Valentino once too. I know you can do it. But, if you think you can’t, well….” *smirks* “That’s why I’m here.”

Angel: “What do you mean…?”

Husk: “Since you suck at valuing yourself so much, I thought of giving you a better motivation to work with.”

Angel: “Better motivation…?”

Husk: *turns to Valentino* “There’s more; if you win, you not only get to keep Angel, but you get to have my soul too.”

Angel: “HUSK!”

Valentino: “HA! And why would I want the soul of a old rundown alley cat?”

Husk: “My soul is owned by Alastor. Imagine what Vox would think, about the idea of Alastor losing one of his souls to you.”

Angel: “Does Smiles know about this deal yer makin’ right now!?”

Husk: “Yes, he does. And he agreed to it.”

Valentino: *still disinterested* “Not convinced, gatito. You’re still not rubbing me the right way~”

Husk: “I’m not done. I’m not like any other soul, he owns.”

Valentino: “Mmhmm…”

Husk: “I have some information on why he disappeared for seven years. Not the complete context, but it’s still a big secret he definitely wouldn’t want any other overlords to find out about.”

Valentino: “Oh? Well, now that’s interesting. Voxxy would be pleased to hear anything about the radio demon.”

Angel: “Okay, does Smiles know about THAT!?”

Husk: “Hm? Nope. I’m completely fucked if he finds out I told the Vees what I know. He’ll definitely tear my soul apart and broadcast my screams longer than anyone else’s….”

Valentino: “I take it you want protection?”

Husk: “No. Not necessary. If my soul gets handed off to you, and I give you the needed information, you’re not obliged to protect me.”

Valentino: “Now you’re talking my language, gatito~ Game on. Come Angel! Prepare to lose your little boyfriend over here.”

Angel: *ignores Val and grabs Husk by the shoulders* “Husk! We’re leaving now! I don’t want anything horrible to happen to you!”

Husk: “And nothing will happen to me. I know you can do this. Or…. Am I being too full of myself to think you’d give your all for me?”

Angel: “Wh-What…?”

Husk: “I get it. We may be getting used to each other, but I’m not all that important enough to you!”

Angel: “Bullshit!” *grabs him by the suspenders* “You go through so much for my sake! What makes you think I won’t do the same!? I’d go through this hell twice, just to repay all the times you had to deal with me!”

Husk: *smiles softly and places a hand on his cheek* “Then go win this game, Legs.”

(Basically, instead of rescuing Angel himself, Husk tricks Angel into finally getting out of his contract, by putting his own life on the line).

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #husk #husk x angel dust #angel dust x husk #huskerdust #valentino #alastor

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gojos-thot-patrol · 10 months

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HI HI it’s me (i’m the problem, it’s me) the sugu romance is dead anon back craving more angst 🥺

Can I have some Suguru, Insecurity, “We’re better off as friends.”

I’ve been in your blog since your birthday and I just wanna thank you for writing all these, they have become my bedtime stories. Love, sugu anon 🫶🫶🫶

HAI SUGU ANON HOW ARE YOU?! I'm so sorry this is so late, I got preoccupied with Better off as Lovers and the page refresh, along with trying to survive in capitalism (boo, lol). But I didn't forget about you! And I am so excited to present you with this!

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featuring: an insecure Suguru Geto, making the worst mistake of his life.

Suguru loved you more than he thought was possible to love another human. He didn’t even love himself as much as he loved you. And it terrified him. You were everything he wasn’t, but tried to be. You were caring, considerate, creative, and so warm to everyone you ever met. He tired to embody those traits with you, but he just..couldn’t. It was like you were golden, but he was just golden plated.

He’d spent the last six months trying to get over these feelings of inadequacy. To remind himself that it was all in his head. You had to see something in him, right? Some shimmer of something good. You wouldn’t be with him otherwise, right? That thought would comfort him for all of two seconds before he would remember he was a con man at heart, and that he simply had you fooled; the same way he had everyone else fooled.

He held these feelings since the two of you started this relationship, but he had them mostly under control. He had himself convinced that while he had these feelings, it ultimately didn’t matter because you two were meant to be together. It was why the two of you clicked to easily when you first met, why it felt so right to hold you in his arms, why the two of you were put into such close proximity in the first place! The universe had put the two of you together for a reason. Who else would you even be with?

Then Gojo just had to go and open his fucking mouth. Drunken one night in “Casa Gojo” while the two of them watched some shitty movie. Suguru didn’t even remember the name of the film anymore. But he did remember the glassy haze in his best friends eyes as he slurred his confession, like a sinner begging for forgiveness.

“I think I’ve had a crush on her since I first looked at her,” Gojo mumbled, looking at Geto with sad, sleepy eyes. “But, you guys got along so well, and she seemed so into you, I just…I didn't pursue anything. I didn’t want to steal her from you, I guess.” He laughed, but there was no humor. Suguru wasn’t laughing.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked, voice coming out as more of a forced whisper than much else. Gojo just shrugged.

“I don’t know. Get it off my chest, I guess?”

That night hadn’t left Sugurus head. He had justified your relationship by it all being fate, something that was inevitable; it had to happen. But what if he had gotten in the way of his best friends fate? Gojo was better than him in every conceivable way, and he got along with you just as well. Who’s to say Suguru wasn’t the one holding you back all this time? He was an anchor for everyone he had ever loved, and it wasn’t fair for him to keep insisting you drown with him. Something had to give.

All of this had led him here: sitting back to back with you on opposite sides of his bed; trying to pretend he didn’t hear the sobs wreaking your body. Pretending like he wasn’t fighting off his own tears.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I just think were better off as friends-”

“Yea, I heard you the first time!” You snapped at him, shutting him up instantly as you wrapped his hoodie tighter around your shoulders. You hated the comfort you found in it now. “I’m still waiting for your real reason. Did I do something wrong?” You begged him for explanations he couldn’t give, explanations he didn’t have.

“No!” He sighed, “No, it’s not you, you’re perfect. I just…I’m not in love with you anymore.” He forced himself to say. The words tasted bitter on his tongue, like vomit and battery acid. Truth be told, he was sure he’d love you for the rest of his life. As far as he was concerned, the sun rises in the morning just for you, and the stars dazzle the night sky solely in the hopes you’d glance at them. Knowing he was holding you back from those stars made him feel like he was made of sludge. He couldn’t keep holding you back like this.

“What do you mean you’re not in love with me?!” You sobbed, feeling your heart shatter into a million more pieces, “How do you just fall out of love with someone Suguru, I don’t understand! Is there someone else?” Is that what you needed to believe to accept this? Fine. He could be the villain.

“I didn't mean for it to end up this way Y/n.” He muttered, his voice little more that a choked whisper, “It’s just…we met for drinks one night, one thing led to another-”

“Oh my god.” You cut him off, looking as sick as he felt. “Who is she?!” You demanded.

“No one you know.” He couldn't give you the name of someone who didn’t exist. He could give you someone to blame for all this, some tangible reason why it was happening, but for some reason his heart drew the line at naming the imaginary woman he gave up everything for.

“How long?”

“Three weeks I think?” He mumbled, running a shaky hand through his hair. He hated lying to you. You suddenly stood up, taking his hoodie off and throwing it at him with enough force for it to hurt. You walked to stand in front of him.

“You fucking disgust me Suguru Geto,” You hissed, letting your rage overtake your heartbreak.

“I know.” He disgust himself.

“I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking letting myself fall in love with you! I don’t know who I’m more mad at, me for having the gaul to imagine a life with you, or you for throwing it all away. You are so fucking-” sobs cut off your words, you covered your mouth as you took your time to try and regain your composure. “I can’t believe you’d so this to me..”

Suguru felt his soul crumble. He wanted to wipe your tears away, hold you close and tell you about his lie. To tell you there was no other woman- just him and his insecurities- through a myriad of apologies. He wanted to fall to his knees before you and beg for forgiveness, some way to make it right and go back to how the two of you were an hour ago.

He couldn’t do that though. He couldn’t keep asking you to drown with him. You were meant for stars, not the bottom of the ocean. “I’m sorry Y/n.” was all he could say.

“Like that does shit now.” You scoffed, “Thanks for ruining me asshole.” You hissed, the vitriol in your voice hurting more than any physical attack ever could. You stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door hard enough to shake his walls. He fought the urge to chase after you. To hold you again. He took a deep breath and mentally tried to end the best chapter in his life. He called Gojo.

“Geto? It’s like 2 Am dude, what’s going on?” He asked through a tired yawn.

“Y/n and I broke up. She probably shouldn’t be alone. I hope you two are happy together.” That last part came out with way more disgust than he meant it to.

“Wait, what? Du-” Geto hung up before Gojo could finish his sentence. He ignored the next 5 calls that came through before finally just turning off his phone.

He laid in bed staring at his ceiling. In his soul he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. His bones already ached for your familiar comfort, and his heart felt like it couldn’t find it’s rhythm again. Still, it would be worth it if the two best people he knew could find happiness together. He sighed, feeling his lungs collapse with the breath. He could swear he felt his gold plating rubbing off.

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gh0stsp1d3r · 4 months

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I have this Carmy request if it’s okay hehe

Carmy x fem!reader where she’s new to Chicago and desperately needs a job, she’s newly pregnant (her bf having run off the minute she told him she was pregnant), so she walks into a new upcoming restaurant for a job, The Bear. She’s rambling and apologizing as she shows Carmy her résumé because she has no experience in the food industry (she was an elementary teacher for a couple years before), but also telling him she really needs a job because she’s alone with a baby on the way. He really wants to help her, so he hires her either as a hostess or an assistant (he didn’t want her in the kitchen just for safety reasons (her being pregnant), and because she doesn’t have experience in the kitchen). Anyways, The Bear staff embrace her like she’s family, always looking out for her, Tina mothering her, Syd becoming her best friend, Marcus making sweets whenever she’s craving it, even Richie being super soft with her, but Carmy especially gets REALLY close with her, like to the point where he’s driving her to and from work (b/c she doesn’t have a car), he’s taking her to her prenatal appointments, letting her take breaks in his office (her napping on his couch), him even being there for the birth of her daughter because she doesn’t want to be alone, etc…

Also The Bear staff throwing a baby shower for Y/n🥺 Her showing up at work and being surprised to it🤧🤧 Y/n definitely crying into Carmy’s chest🤧

Anyways, they officially start dating close to the end of her pregnancy, and honestly they both fall head over heals 🤧

Y/n’s daughter’s first word being directed at Carmy… “Dada”😭 Carmy melting😭😭

ℳℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

stop this is so cute.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your chances of finding a place to work were slim to none- you tried everywhere, the Walmart, Walgreens, even the random corner store. But because you were pregnant, they wouldn’t hurt you.

Of course your asshole of an ex boyfriend ran away the second he heard you were pregnant, while you cried and begged for him to stay. But you could get through on your own- you know you could.

You opened up the doors, a man conversing with a woman behind the counter. They both turned to the door upon hearing the bell ring.

“Hello..” you said, with a small wave, walking towards them.

“Hey, uh, sorry, but we’re actually renovating right now.. in case you missed the sign-“ the man started, but you handed him your résumé, and he stopped talking as he glanced over the words.

“I’m actually here for the job.” You said.

“Okay.. do you have any… actual cooking skills?” He said, picking up the paper and glancing at you, one hand was running through his hair.

“No. But I really need this job- any job. I’m.. pregnant, and my ex left me, and I’m about to be a single mother so-“ you said with an anxious laugh, “every other place rejected me, I swear I-“

Sydney’s eyes widened as she heard you talking, she felt bad. And so did Carmy as he nodded while listening to you, the paper on the counter.

“It says you were a teacher before..?” He pointed to the paper once you had stopped your rambling.

You nodded, “Yes. I’m very good with math, science, or anything really.”

He thought for a moment. Sydney spoke and interrupted the silence.

“Chef, can I talk to you for a second in the kitchen?” She said, he looked at her and nodded.

“Stay here, please.” He said to you, turning around and following Sydney.

“What’s up?”

“I think we should hire her.”

“I don’t wanna kick her out and leave her on the streets. But what could she be?” Carmy said.

“An assistant or something.” She shrugged.

“That could work..” he said, picturing it. He nodded and opened the doors again.

“Would you wanna be an assistant?” He asked you, your eyes lit up and you quickly nodded.

“Please.”

“You’re hired.” He said, and he felt like he did the right thing when you smiled, thanking him multiple times.

You were perfect with the rest of the family, they all loved you. Even Richie did.

Carmy had especially grown close to you and your child, so close that every day your daughter saw him, she ran up and hugged his legs with a giant smile.

He had taken you to doctor appointments, and he had made you any cravings you had when pregnant. It was close to the end when you both started dating.

He was there when you gave birth, holding your hand and helping you through it all. He loved your daughter and you more than anything else.

You smiled as you entered the bear, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as you saw him. You kissed him, getting lost in it until your daughter started babbling.

You laughed as you both pulled away, you picked her up, and handed her to Carmy.

“Hey!!” He said in that sweet baby voice that you loved, it was adorable. He looked at her with a smile and tan a hand through her hair, moving it from her face.

“Addy.” She said, and you both looked at each other for a second and back to her.

“Is she trying to say…” you started.

“I think so.”

“Who’s that, baby? Is that daddy?” You spoke to her.

“Daddy.” She said. His eyes widened, as he smiled and laughed at her. You laughed with joy as well.

“Holy…”

“Awww!” You said, he smiled and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. His heart melted when she said that, he was overjoyed.

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jadedrrose · 1 year

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i see your requests for 700 followers is still open!! congratulations, i love the way you write law he’s such a soft boy deep down!! i was wondering if i could request something like you and law are off on your own to go get supplies and you end up running into trouble, after you both escape you tell him “i feel safe with you, i always have” (im so sorry if this doesn’t make sense lol)

Safe With You

I feel like I didn’t do as well with this one… I think its bc I’m just bad at writing action scenes. Still, I hope you enjoy it!! <3 also thank you sm for the compliments, it means a lot 🥺

Warnings: g/n reader, violence/fighting, mention of choking

Part of the crew’s bi-weekly routine was stopping in a port for supplies; it’s a day you honestly look forward to. It gives you the chance to shop around, enjoy nature and the general outdoors after being underwater in a submarine for so long.

Normally, the crew will stick together as much as possible. You’d go in typically groups of seven, all staying within one area while each group collected the supplies they’d been tasked with getting. But today, you craved something else.

As you all got off the Polar Tang and headed onto the dock, an idea sprang to your mind. You left the group you’d initially been in to catch up with Law. You jogged past everyone and reached his side within seconds, walking alongside him while looking up at him.

“Law,” you called his name in a sweet tone, “can we go off on our own this time? Kinda like a date?”

You heard a few gasps and chuckles behind you, the crew always being so strange about your relationship with the captain. You chalked it up to them having no idea for a long time, as you and Law were usually pretty private about things. But, they never failed to tease the both of you endlessly.

“If you consider getting supplies a date, then yeah,” Law answered, not taking his eyes off the road ahead. “We don’t have time for any… normal date… things.”

There was some snickering behind you after Law’s reply, but you paid it no mind. “Fine with me!” You cheered, taking Law’s hand into your own. An action that seemed to have him flustered.

—

After putting Bepo in unofficial charge, you and Law strayed away from the crew to get whatever it was that Law wanted. He led you down an alley with many vendors and shops, and you curiously looked around at everything.

“So what are we getting?” You asked, cozying up to his side as a way to stay close, or rather, stay safe.

“Coins,” Law cooly replied, moving his hand to your lower back.

“Coins?! Law, those aren’t supplies! That’s just for your nerdy shit!”

“I-it isn’t nerdy shit,” he huffed, a slight pout forming on his lips. “It’s just a normal collection…”

You giggled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I’m only joking. I find your nerdy side quite endearing, actually.”

“Do you now?”

“Mhmm! It’s cute,” you added, another giggle slipping past your lips.

“Shush,” he said, and you assumed Law was rolling his eyes right now. Only, he wasn’t joking.

“Law, why can’t I call you cute? You embarrassed or somethin-“

“Y/n, shush,” he snapped, his voice lower and more serious now. His gray eyes finally met yours, and he looked concerned, as well as on edge.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, your eyes dodging around as you looked for any hint of trouble.

“It’s gotten way too quiet down this way… hardly anyone’s around,” he noted, repositioning kikoku so that his right hand was on the handle, left holding the sheath slightly open so he’d be ready to attack.

The street seemed void of normal people, only a few oddly placed men standing around. It was then that it dawned on you, these were marines in disguise.

A group of about a dozen men then jumped out at you, weapons drawn and charged. Law quickly created a room, drawing the blade of kikoku from its sheath as he started slicing a couple of the men’s bodies. Cursing yourself for not bringing your weapon, you opted for taking a fighting stance, fists raised in front of you as you prepared yourself to take on the men running your way.

You swung your right leg out, successfully kicking one in his stomach. The man groaned in pain, falling to his knees. The second man attempted to grab you, but you hastily dodged his attack and grabbed his arm, twisting it around you as you threw him over yourself, his body slamming into the dirt beneath you.

But the third marine was faster, and grabbed both of your arms, pulling them behind your back and putting you in a lock.

“Law!” You screeched, kicking your legs and twisting your body to try and escape the man’s hold. “Get off of me, you asshole!”

Your boyfriend’s head whipped around to face you, and he watched in horror as the man suddenly gripped at your throat with one hand, choking you to freeze any movement on your end. Your eyes were wide with fear, face quickly becoming red from the lack of air. Law acted quickly though, and the marine’s arms were then displaced from the rest of his body. With you now free, Law quickly put his katana away and scooped you up, carrying you in his arms as he began to flee.

“Why are we running?! We can take them,” you protested, wrapping your arms around Law’s neck as a means to not fall.

“This whole port’s filled with them. They must’ve spotted us before we arrived and set up a trap,” Law informed you, “I just hope the crew’s figured that out.”

Apparently the crew had figured that out, as when you and Law reached the dock, seeing them all on the deck of the submarine, kicking off any marines who attempted to get on. Seeing the road ahead blocked, Law shouted room again, creating another one before quickly following up with a “shambles”, swapping yourselves with a marine who’d already climbed up.

You all quickly got inside and headed underwater, escaping the clutch of the marine trap set up. Instead of assisting the crew, though, Law brought you straight to the operation room, before setting you on a table.

Sitting up, you moved a hand up to your neck, feeling a pain from when the marine had choked you earlier. Law took notice, taking your chin between two tattooed fingers, tilting your head up so he could clearly view your neck.

“You’re bruised,” he said, angrily. “I’ll fucking kill that bastard if I ever see him again… for laying his hands on you like that.”

“I’m fine, Law,” you reasoned, shaking his fingers off your chin so you could freely move your head. Grabbing his face with one hand, you brought it close to yours and connected your lips with Law’s. “I’m safe with you, after all.”

Law relaxed into your touch, wrapping his arms around your frame as he continued the kiss.

He pulled away after a moment, gently placing a hand onto your neck again. “Still… I’m gonna put ice on it to help. I can’t just look at you with bruises like that and do nothing.”

You giggled in response, loving the way Law was always so caring with you. While you mostly knew it was due to him being the crew’s doctor, you also liked to think it was because you were his lover.

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onecantsimply · 10 months

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Hellooo me again! Can I request something else if it’s okay?

Yandere!JTR with a shy & introverted S/O who is *very* oblivious to Jack’s true nature (as a killer) as is incredibly sweet to him? Like; constantly invites them out to do fun things together, hugs him, kisses his cheek (in a platonic or slightly romantic way, you choose!) they’re so close to each other that his S/O has already introduced him to their family and S/O’s mom thinks he’s such a gentleman!

hhh!! I’m sorry I just really like your content 🥺💕💕

Request as much Yandere JTR stuff as you want- I’ll be there to write it when or if I can-

• Honestly, bonding with you took way too much time and effort, but he never viewed it as not worth it. In fact, the interesting things about you that drew him in kept him pulled close to you, especially as you came out of your shell.

• The internal colors you had whilst he was with you was utterly pure. You felt safe around him. You felt jovial. You felt as if you could finally act how you’d like around him.

• Perhaps that was something that he loved you for? The colors of safety and vulnerability was easy to take advantage of, which is why he’s always around you, protecting you 24/7 as if he’s a bodyguard.

• This has definitely led to interactions with him, you, and your parents. Jack was a complete gentleman to them, as well as you. He acted much more polite around them, considering he didn’t want to bring tolerant chaotic energy to the table.

• And good news. They love him. They want you two together-

• Jack could feel himself eyeing you upon hearing this. Yet, the bliss that had completely swallowed his heart made his chest churn with bliss and infatuation for you.

• This is what he could have… You as a lovely partner for him, and your parents as supporting figures… He couldn’t ask for anything more. In fact, this is the very thing he’s needed, but never knew he wanted.

• He seemed to freeze up the moment he felt a gentle kiss to the cheek from you, as well as you linking arms with him. Jack slowly eyed you once more.

• He couldn’t decipher which color was which anymore. He was too stunned to do anything. “The man was too stunned to speak”, as well as him being too stunned to even do anything but stand still in an infatuated light.

• Though, later on, he saw the most platonic of colors within you. That pretty much made his heart crack a little, but he wanted to make you love him.

• That meant that he was smothering you even further, protecting you from any other man (even if it had meant secretly getting rid of them in alleyways), and making sure you had slowly gotten out of your shell of shy and introverted behavior.

• Jack was there within every step. He wanted to make sure you were okay. He held your hand, and enjoyed every single hug you gave him. They gave him a warmth he was starting to crave. Especially the kisses to the cheek. Jack could always feel himself getting stunned for a few moments before he looks at you with a shocked Pikachu face.

• You don’t know how much he wants to kiss you right now, and it’s pretty much taking over Jack’s brain at one point-

• And the fact that you always drag him to certain events, with him enjoying every single one with you… Yeah… That man is completely love struck, and there is absolutely nothing that can wipe his feelings away-

• The fact that he wants you completely safe with him is because of his job as an assassin as well. Everything within London may look nice, but none of it is sunshine and rainbows. So the fact that you, a completely pure person, is here in a hellhole like this, is something that Jack wants to change.

• He knows he works on his mercenary job. And he knows you aren’t aware of it. Because if you did, the either platonic or romantic feelings you had for him would be torn to shreds, and Jack would never want to have that happen. He’ll drag you back if he needs to.

• So, as a disguise, Jack decided to put his “job” as your protector in a playful manner. You had easily taken that answer in the same manner, giving Jack the smile he’s loved for so long.

• To some people that know who Jack really is, it’s disgusting to see him act like a killer that craves both your attention and the colors of fear, then to a man that wants nothing but to love and protect you.

• Red Widow is one of those people lmao. She already hated him in the first place, so she hates him even more now because he might drag you into assassin mess.

• Noah knows. He fucking knows, and he feels glad for Jack- But one step out of the line, and he’ll make sure war is waged-

• Jack honestly has no care for the either of them. As long as you’re safe. As long as you’re still the person he’s always loved. As long as you’re here with him.

• Honestly, in assassin jobs, he might vent some frustrations whilst putting someone in fear. Whether that be injuring them or having them hear what he has to say.

• “Ah… I can’t read if their color is platonic or romantic… It’s just melting together, and I can’t tell of it at all…” Jack muttered whilst currently choking someone out.

• And he can do much worse if he wanted. He did a few times, in which, he may have gotten covered in blood after that, but he feels slightly relieved that he’s vented the frustrations out.

• And the next day, he’s completely normal again, listening to you with infatuated eyes as you talk about something. Watching with butterflies in his stomach as you grab his hand and pull him somewhere you’ve wanted to go for a while. Feeling nothing but love whenever you hug him as tight as you can. Feeling flustered but hopeful when your parents say for you two to get together already.

• Yet, those platonic, yet romantic colors of love keep flooding his vision. He grows irritated with it, considering he doesn’t exactly know what to do with it. So, he decided to simply confess.

• He confessed every bit of feelings he had, but never the atrocities he’s committed for you. There was half hope you’d accept him, but half knowledge that you’d reject him.

• So to have his hopes win was something he was eternally glad for. To get a gentle but genuine kiss to the lips was something that made him smile.

• He felt nothing but overjoyed throughout the entire day. Or rather, every time he had saw you. He could hold your hand without nervous emotion. He could hug you as close as he wants and he protective for good reason- Jack could get dragged around more-

• While he could kill more… that doesn’t feed in with the energy lmao-

• Honestly, he has much better reason to kill though. He knows there’s no way of shielding it, and that you’d figure out how obsessed he is with you, as well as the extent he’d go just to keep you by his side. But he can’t have anyone potentially taking you away.

• After all, he has vows to say in a few years-

• So he needs to keep you with him as long as it takes, whatever the cost-

• Additionally… it feels so nice to get rid of someone that’s potentially wanted to take you away from him… So nice to see the fear in their eyes as they try to run or fight back. Naturally, Jack could never go for the pain. He’d go for the fear.

• But this time… he’s went for both, speaking of how they shouldn’t have even looked at you.

• In short, he’s a completely different person with you and with others. But, who says you mind? You never figured out anything he does, especially since he’s around you practically 90% of the time.

• He’d be glad to have you move in with him and sleep in the same bed. He can have his eye on you more, and he could whisper how much he loves you whilst keeping your warm figure in his arms to keep safe.

• Jack never wants to let this go. And he’ll be damned if something happens to you or the relationship you two have.

• He already has everything planned out, so if something shatters it… there will be Hell in London-

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unholywriter · 1 month

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Stars | Jaime Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Paring: Magic Reader x Symbiotic alien infused bug boy.

a/n: I know it’s definitely not the time of year for Christmas but enjoy. 💙🪲

It was later, and your shift was ending. Working at a bar downtown in Palmera City, you never knew what kind of rambunctious shenanigans would unfold. But, for Christmas Eve, it was quiet. It was a godly slow day, not many stopped by aside the few occasional regulars wishing good holidays. Thankfully, it was coming to an end. Setting up the bar stools on the table, and making sure all was clean, capped and put away. You slid out the door, locking it behind you. Palmera was nippy, but it doesn’t get too terribly cold around this time of year.

Pulling up your scarf you walked looking at the text message from Jaime, your lover. A smile blanketed your face.

Jaime: Close went good?

You: Yes. Just stepping out now.

Jaime: Need a pick up? I’m near by.

You: What, a roof top a block over?

Jaime: Hey, rooftops are peaceful. 🥺

You: So is being wrapped up in my bfs arms but, sadly you like rooftops more. 😈

Jaime: You’re not going to let me live that down huh? Also, lamp post. 😂😭

As you read the last part you halted immediately. You were a few inches from running into it. You took a breath in and smiled looking up to the sky to see a silhouette of a particular blue looking suited boyfriend of yours. But you knew he was grinning ear to ear underneath that mask.

“tfihs em oot sih edis.” You whispered. Now it was your turn to grin ear to ear as you materialize right beside him. You swore a squeak left his mouth.

“Dios mío mi amor!” He hitched his breath, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. “You know you could have just let me come down and meet you right?”

“Maybe I like the rooftops too.” You smile, and move in closer to embrace him. He embraced you back, and just like he read your thoughts, and well. Khaji reading his; the suit’s mask dematerialized revealing his gorgeous face underneath. And damn those beautiful brown doe eyes of his.

“You were just teasing me about it.” He rolled his eyes, his grip gently squeezing you.

“I know.” You placed your lips against his tenderly, running your fingers though his hair as he kissed you back just as sweetly. “I’ve missed you JaiJai.”

“Sorry for being gone a week, I thought we caught wind on a lead for Ted.” He said grimly. His mood changing only made you soften your expression with more concern.

“How’s Jenny?” You pulled away slowly. You still didn’t leave his touch though. But you knew making sure he was okay and being his emotional support is more important than craving deep intimacy at the moment from him.

“She’s doing well for someone who found out her father is alive. Just not knowing where he is, you know. She’s worried.” He began to explain, his tone and pace nerve racked. You could only assume because, Ted, being his predecessor. A man he’s never met before. Definitely an unregulated, stressful situation. Not only that, Jenny and Jaime had some moments together. But, she stepped away knowing you two were more or so in love with each other without each other knowing. She was the one, (and Milagro) who gave you both a push ironically. Now it’s been a few months after Jaime had Khaji Da infused within him, Victoria Kord, and Jaime’s father almost dying. It’s been rough, but you’ve been there. As a best friend and his lover. He is thankful, and you know it. Just as much as you’ve been thankful for him all these years.

“I’m glad, but we’re here for her. She has you. And Milagro always makes it her business to make sure she and all of us are okay. So honestly, Jenny will be alright.” You smile, entangling your fingers within his. “You will be alright too, got that mi querido?”

“Loud and clear.” He smiled brightly, fighting back his tears. You reached up, rubbing your finger against his cheek.

“So, do you still want to visit the tree in town square?” You ask, making sure he’s up for it. Yes distractions are nice too get away from everything but you can’t always run away.

“Of course. But I actually had a better idea.” His grin pulled further, a bit of mischief being one of your favorite signature looks that spread across his face.

“What do you have in mind?” You grinned back, curious to what your boyfriend had in store.

“Just trust me?” He grabbed both your hands gently and started to walk backwards, leading you too the edge.

“Always.” You tittered softly, turning back into a soft smile. He then lifted you into his arms. His wings materialized and off you two went. The view was beautiful, of course you’re used to flying via magic yourself but being in his arms with the breeze hitting you even if it was chilly was very peaceful. Soon you could see Palmera City Square, the large Christmas tree erect in all its multicolored glory for season cheer.

“So pretty.” You spoke softly. “What now?”

You both now hovered a far distance from and over the tree. The crowd gathered below enjoying the festivity. “I thought we could have a once in a life time experience not many normal people can experience.”

“Oh?” You tucked some of his curled hair behind his ear still nice and snug in his arms. “So we’re not normal?”

Your tease made him laugh. “I have an alien symbiotic peice of technology infused into my back and connected to every cell in my human body and you? Well, you’ve never been normal mi tesoro.”

The tease back earned him a gentle smack to his shoulder. “Wow, if this is your way too whoo me tonight I might just have to up my game.”

“Hey! I meant you not being normal in the best way possible!” He cheesed. And you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I know my love. So what now?” You beamed happily. Patiently waiting for his goofy, lovable plan of his. Because well, both of you were sixty or so feet in the air and you were beginning to wonder if people looked up wondering what or who was hovering above them.

“Well.” He then begin to help you to where you were now dangling closely together. But your feet hung out, and gravity wasn’t to kind. “Uh.” He laughed nervously, his plan not working in his favor for the moment. “I was going to see if we could just, dance? But, I honestly didn’t think this part through.”

“It’s okay Jaime, that’s why having a girlfriend with magic comes in handy.” You giggled. Holding him close. Taking a breath in you closed your eyes and met his again. “Ekam eht ria a ecnad roolf, kaolc su nihtiw eht thgin.”

With ease your feet met an invisible flooring underneath the both of you. He looked down awe stuck with bewilderment but quickly smiled back. “What did…?”

“Now we can dance.” You took your arms wrapping them around his neck. He tenderly held you by your back. From below Christmas music rang, the smell of peppermint and pine filled both your senses. Laughter and happiness from people all over could be heard. It was truly magical.

“Okay, so bear with me mi amor. My two left feet might become a problem.” His cheeks turned a tint of pink, and soon an even more embarrassed expression crossed his face. “No Khaji!” He looked over his shoulder in a fit of sheepishness. Your smile pulled further.

“What did she say this time?”

“She said she could help me learn because she indulged herself to the internet the other night.” He rolled his eyes yet again.

“Oh no, that poor thing.” You gasped in actual horror. “I hope she didn’t delve too deep into the endless web of dark and treacherous Fortnite dances.”

“Do not give her any ideas.” He widened his eyes. You laughed again. Waiting patiently. “Besides, even if I trip over my feet as long as I’m dancing with you no matter how bad I am - that’s all that matters to me”.

You blushed softly. “Me too. Then lead the way Jai.”

Slowly, he began to lead. His steps a bashful disaster. But, he kept at it, soon both you moving in a circle of rhythm. “I think, I think we got!” He looked down and snapped back up with his playful, dramatic expression of giddiness. One of the many things that you fell in love with about him.

“We are!” You pressed your lips together tighter, and he then placed his forehead against yours.

“Feliz navidad mi estrella.” He said softly as the bells began to chime signifying midnight. “I love you so much y/n.”

“Feliz navidad Jaime. I love you so very much too amor de mi vida.” You softly spoke back. A gentle kiss was exchanged, and the both of you continued to dance above the city square. Locked deep in each other’s arms, but more importantly deep within each other’s hearts. And man, were the stars so pretty tonight as they watched the both of you fall in love deeply.

#jaime reyes #blue beetle movie #blue beetle #xolo maridueña #dc characters #dc comics #jaime reyes x reader

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danses-with-dogmeat · 10 months

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P is for -- Preston Garvey

🥺 Just... sweet, lovely Preston. I'm so so glad he won. I often say that the winners deserved it, but Preston DESERVED it, you know? I love him, I love y'all for voting for him, I hope you sincerely enjoy this ❤️

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

Pair: Preston Garvey x g/n! Sole

Dialogue: “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Word: Prolong

Rating: SFW

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 800

“Psst.” Preston knocked softly at Sole’s bedroom door. "Uh, you're in there, right, babe?"

His heart was in his throat, after all that had happened, all that they’d told him when they returned from the Institute. Preston just remembered being beyond grateful that they’d come back to him at all, that they were alive and safe, and he’d told them just as much.

But they... they hadn’t agreed with him, and damn, but that killed him.

“Sole?” Preston tried again, his voice still weak from disuse.

All the patrols over the past two days, that’s… all he’d done. Even Sturges hadn’t heard his voice. No meetings, no missions, no small talk with settlers, barely any contact with anyone at all. No… All Preston had room for right now was the worry in his heart for his partner. His general, his love, god, his life now… and they were hurting, beyond anything they’d ever shown on the surface before, and instead of craving his help, falling into his arms or crying on his shoulder, they’d just… shut him out.

Was that… normal? Was it okay? Should he press them in order to help, or give them space and let them come to him?

Preston had always, always come to Sole in his times of uncertainty, of desperation and depression, seeking words and touches of comfort, their advice, their warmth.

If Sole didn’t do the same, well… What was he supposed to make of that? Was he doing something wrong, or was it just the way that his partner chose to cope with their own hardships and emotions? On their own… it was hard for the minuteman to stomach it.

“Come in.”

The monotone words jarred Preston back to reality, and he damn near charged into the room at the sound of their permission being granted to him.

“Hey, Sole.” His voice was softer, higher-pitched than usual, like if he spoke any other way it would just break them into pieces. “I… just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Preston closed the door behind him, and approached slowly, then kneeled beside his partner where they were seated on their bed.

Sole looked… well enough, he supposed. Perhaps a bit disheveled, with the dark circles under their eyes and their hair unusually gnarled, but Preston tried to bar himself from becoming too outwardly worried about them. Still though, he wasn’t quite sure how to approach… Or what to say.

Tell me how to help you, love, and I'll do it.

“Okay?” Sole croaked, and already, he felt ashamed at his wording.

Of course they’re not okay, not after everything they’ve been through. How could I have--? Ugh…

Preston grimaced at their reaction.

They must be better at this than I am.

No wonder they preferred being alone to this.

“Not really."

He was relieved when they continued, until what they'd actually said hit him.

"But… I think I’ll make it...”

Preston felt a painful pang ring throughout his chest at their words. Though they held hope to them, Sole's voice didn't quite reflect it.

“Look, Preston…”

He held his breath, hearing his own heart pounding in his ears as they trailed off forebodingly.

“I’m sorry.” Sole said with a deep exhale. “I know I’ve been shutting you out, and maybe… I know it’s not fair to you, that you want to help, but… I just don’t know if that’s even possible.”

Another agonizing ache squeezed at his heart, and Preston tentatively rose to sit upon the bed next to his partner. Sole made no move to stop him, and so he set his hand over theirs on the mattress, his warmth passing into their own cold hand through his caress.

“Well, with your permission, sir/ma'am, I’d like to try.”

Sole’s vibrant eyes, now seeming more monochrome, more dull than he’d ever remembered seeing them before, set upon him as their brows raised in question.

“Even if it’s impossible, like you said... you’re worth trying. More than worth it, actually.” Preston tried to smile at them, but he was afraid his worry continued to show through. No matter what expression he tried though, he was certain that’d be the case.

“Thanks.” Sole whispered it so low, it could hardly be deemed a breath. But still, Preston heard it.

“C-can I… Can I hug you?” He asked, even as he unwittingly scooched closer to them on the bed.

“I think I’d like that.” Sole said, the barest, thinnest hint of a smile shining through their expression as they half-heartedly opened their arms to him.

It was incredible, Preston couldn’t help but think, the way their hugs healed him. The way Sole’s touches bled comfort straight into his body, their hand in his felt like a bond strong enough to hold the two halves of the world together, his head on their shoulder made it seem like he could withstand just about anything, like this world of theirs' was… manageable, even with all of its faults, its violence, its tragedy.

He wished the feeling could last him-- them both-- forever.

And Preston hoped that even half of what Sole's comfort did for him was shining through in this one tight embrace. If it did, then maybe, just maybe, it truly was possible for his partner to be okay again.

#2k event #2k celebration #secret event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout npc #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #preston garvey #preston #fo4 preston #preston x sole #sole survivor

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borathae · 1 year

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I don't like.this angst no more

I miss the unproblematic aaol couple

Can we get an update on them

I miss them and them just being always in love and his little mommy in every sentence 😔

I FEEL THAT OMFG HAHAHA also pleaseeeeeeeee his little mommy in every sentence 😭😭😭 I forgot how fucking adorable he is 😭😭😭 I miss him 😭😭

You're getting a liddol something about him crushing hard af on her when she works out afjadjf 🥺 maybe one day I'll make a oneshot outta it 😔

You watch him through the mirror. His eyes are glued to your arms and back, his lower lip is between his teeth. He is so adorable like this.

Wanting to rile him up even more, you finish by keeping yourself pulled up, tensing your muscles as best as possible.

Jungkook almost makes you laugh because of his reaction. His knees visibly wobble, forcing him to catch himself by grasping the doorframe.

You lower yourself slowly, grunting as you do.

“What, uhm, what should we cook?” Jungkook asks, feeling so weak in your presence. You are so strong. It’s so hot.

You turn, making him look away shyly.

“I don’t know. I’m craving chicken”, you say nonchalantly as you stretch out your muscles.

“That sounds good yeah uhm, I’m down for chicken.”

“Nice. Chicken it is. Hey Bunny?”

“Yes mom- I, I mean, my love?”

You look over your shoulder, “come help me with a stretch, sweetpea.”

Jungkook almost falls over his own feet from how quickly he hurries to you.

“What should I do?” he blurts out with big eyes.

You place yourself right in front of him, “reach to the front and pull my elbow closer to you.”

Jungkook obeys. You can feel his heartbeat race against your back and his quickened breath swirl over your skin. He pulls, sending a comfortable burn through your tight muscles.

“Mhm there we go, that feels nice”, you groan, snickering internally because of Jungkook’s breath shuddering in reaction.

You finish off the stretch, changing sides to equal it. Jungkook holds your elbow with grabby fingers, heart skipping a beat when he can feel your low purr vibrate in your back. You are so hot against him, covering his shirt in the sweat of your hard work. Jungkook swears his nipples become hard because of it. He is so embarrassed about that, but still presses himself closer.

"There we go", you sigh, relaxing against him, "you did such a good job, Bunny."

Jungkook’s tongue burns in the desire to call you your title. He wants to be your tiny, fragile Bunny so freaking bad.

“Now I gotta take a shower, I’m sweaty”, you say nonchalantly, turning on your heels.

Jungkook avoids eye contact with burning cheeks. A thing he regrets doing as seconds later, he feels you grip him by his cheeks and force his head to turn. He locks eyes with you.

“Don’t hide your pretty eyes from me. Are we understood?” you order sternly with your eyes burning in faux anger.

“Y-yes”, he stutters. You could crush him. Jungkook is ready. Maybe he even wants it.

Your eyes soften, as does your touch.

“Such a good boy, that’s how I like you”, you rasp, thumb slipping from his cheek to instead trace his upper lip.

Jungkook feels so weak, knees buckling and body chasing you in a stumble.

One you ignore by breaking away from him.

“Get some green beans ready. I wanna have them with the chicken”, you tell him, strutting out of the gym with all the confidence in the world.

Jungkook is left feeling like the hugest mess on earth. He touches his upper lip, letting out a soft breathy moan of frustrated arousal. “She’s mean”, he whispers, repeating the sound with his shoulders sagging in weakness.

#asks: aaol #asks #anon #hcs: aaol #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts fanfic #sub!jungkook #sub!bts

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cffeeluv · 2 years

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Helloo!can u do a fluffy headcanons where Michael and y/n as parents?its stuck on my head😭❤️

+points if child is Gregory

Ur mikol fics give me butterflies:'))❤️❤️

i’m so sorry this is me getting to this !! i’ve jus been super busy :(((

but heehehehehhehe dad michael lives in my head rent free!!!!

female reader <3

when you both found out you were pregnant, it was a massive wake up call. you knew you wanted to be a parent, but because of michaels past, having kids was never his priority, you respected it, but you knew you wanted michael to be the father of your kids

both of you were terrified, but also excited. it was unplanned, and in all honesty you expected michael to panic and bolt for the door, but he didn’t. you both sat for hours discussing options, asking each other how you feel, he was extremely supportive, and told you he was fully committed to you and your baby. michael had asked to see the pregnancy test, and once he had it in his grasp he would look at it for what felt like hours. he popped the stick down, and took you into his arms for a warm embrace, promising you he’d be there for you.

michael was attentive and supportive throughout your whole pregnancy. it was at the first scan of your child that made something in michaels head click, you both out you were having a boy, and michael realised this is what he wanted, he wanted a baby with you. he would work with extra hours just to be sure there was a decent income for his new addition to his tiny family. he’d bombard you with calls and texts, asking if you were okay, whatever you craved, michael got for you. he made you feel loved all over again

9 months flew past, and it was finally time for your baby to arrive. everything went as well as it could have, and michael was by your side the whole time, holding your hand and placing a damp cloth on your head from time to time, reminding you constantly how good you were doing. you tiny baby boy had finally made it into the world, and both of you were besotted by him. tears and ‘i love you’s’ were exchanged profusely, as you were holding your baby.

both of you had struggled to pick a name for a few days, but michael suggested a name that just felt right. gregory. when the time came for yous to finally return home, you were scared, but elated to live your new life with your boyfriend and your newborn. at first, you both didn’t have a clue what you were doing. gregory would cry at the drop of a hat, and trying to figure out why he was crying was a challenging task, but you both worked together to make it easier for one another. michael knew you were sore and tired, he often take it into his own hands to look after gregory whilst you got some rest.

having a baby changed michael for the best, he was a natural at caring for his child. he knew what to do, and would be the one to get up in the middle of the night if gregory was crying to be fed. being a father suited him so well. you found it extremely attractive and he was now obsessed with the idea of being a father, making the odd joke about having another one down the line.

as gregory grew from this tiny little human, into a toddler, he began to look like michael more and more. gregory had michaels piercing baby blue eyes, and michaels love for both you and gregory grew daily, if that was even possible. whenever he could he would take gregory everywhere, showing the world his brand new little family. michael adored you, the mother of his child, and not a day went by where he didn’t remind you of it

i hope this is okay anon 🥺, dad michael makes me feral

#fem reader #michael afton #michael afton fnaf #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #michael afton headcanons #michael afton fluff

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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Harry Styles x fem!reader

Faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

author’s note: And here comes pt. 3 but you can read it without reading pt. 1 & 2 (but you should because they’re there and begging for your attention). Idk how we got from “Not gonna upload a social media blurb bc my brain is stupid” to “Oh, here is pt. 3 of the social media blurb lol have fun”. I just don’t know but I'm vibing with it. And I'm sorry that those blurbs are always so long but I always get carried away while making them. lolthisnotme is your super secret instagram account! (yes, I was too impatient to wait any longer before putting this one out in the open)

pt. 4 is here

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yourinstagram Thursday Throwback (it’s Thursday, right? Right?!) to March 15 of this year, when the hard and dedicated work of the most important human in my life was finally appreciated by the industry and rewarded for everyone to see. Still, I am so incredibly proud of the achievement of your dream, and I can’t express how grateful I am to walk next to you through the funny thing that we call life. I love you with every atom of my being, H. To more dust collectors for our bookshelves and dining table ❤️

[tagged harrystyles]

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gemmachan The evening was magical ❤️

↳ sophieturner It totally was!

jefezoff It still feels like a dream

↳ mitchrowland It does, right? Where is the trophy standing currently with all the renovations you two started anyway?

↳ yourinstagram It’s now in the kitchen 😂 I may have put a cookie in it by accident 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ pillowpersonpp 😂😂😂

↳ gemmastyles “by accident” *wink wink wink*

↳ hsfan1 Their dynamics 😩❤️

harrystyles In comparison to you, the award is nothing, my darling love. You are my dream come true - you and our little bean. I love you two with everything I have x H.

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↳ yourfan1 Get yourself a man like Harry Styles.

↳ yourinstagram I told you to quit making me cry! You know I can’t stop for the next 30 minutes, and we wanted to go to Starbucks because they have the new banana split thingy, and I’m craving banana. And now we can’t go because I’m an ugly, swollen, and red mess 😭

↳ harrystyles You are a goddess, darling. I’m constantly in utter awe.

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↳ yourinstagram H 🥺❤️

↳ hsfan2 your honor, that’s why I’m gonna die alone and with a bunch of cats.

↳ hsfan3 Alexa, where do I find a man as perfect as Harry Styles?

↳ ynandharry Alexa, play Forever Alone by Smash Into Pieces

↳ yourfan2 Anne Twist raised the perfect man and let my standards in men skyrocket.

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chrisevans Could you please stop spreading so much joy and happiness? Think of all the single people who are following you! Like me! 🥲 (Just kiddin’, bee. You know that, I know, but I have to put a disclaimer under that before someone is coming for you - or me.)

↳ marvelbunch I’m still single, Mr Evans, sir 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ yourinstagram You are aware of the fact that Lizzy is still single? *wink wink*

↳ lizolsen You are aware of the fact that I can read?

↳ yourinstagram …ooops.

↳ yourfan3 😂😂😂

↳ chrisevans Oh lord. Harry, take her phone away, now!

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harrystyles Tending to my crying girl because the barista told her that the Banana Split beverage is launching tomorrow (not today), and the stuff is still deep frozen. Got her usual favorites instead, hoping she would stop crying. Does anyone have some tricks up their sleeves I can learn? I hate to see her cry.

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yourinstagram Love, did you mix something up?

↳ harrystyles … oh.

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↳ yourinstagram Oh, love 😂❤️ Thanks for distracting me from the banana incident 😘

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↳ hsfan1 I don’t think he wanted to post it here 😂

↳ hsfan2 wait, does this mean Harry owns another account????

↳ yourfan1 Who doesn’t nowadays?

paulrudd Getting her usual favorites was the right call, man! Do you tend to her cravings?

↳ harrystyles I do! Do I? yourinstagram

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↳ yourinstagram He does a perfect job with that ❤️

↳ paulrudd Well, then you’re good to go. Pregnancy hormones are just a nasty piece of 💩

↳ yourinstagram No shit, Sherlock. He had to deal with my uncontrollable sobs over a freaking decafed Banana Split Frappuccino - more like over its non-existence until tomorrow morning.

hsfan3 Harry is already the perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be dad, he will be the perfect husband and the perfect dad 🥹

chrishemsworth Do whatever she wants or needs, and everything is good

↳ marvelbunch Chris knows what he is talking about! Just like Paul. Harry is in good hands 🙏🏽

jefezoff He only is allowed to use the gram while being under adult advisory from now on.

↳ yourinstagram Guess, that’s my duty calling

↳ jefezoff Ha, good one.

↳ yourinstagram 😦😦😦

↳ yourinstagram the betrayal. The audacity.

↳ jefezoff Whatever.

↳ ynandharry Jeff is like the dad of the group, and he is already so done with it 😂

yourinstagram Ever since taking that pregnancy test - well, more like before that fateful evening - Dorothy is even more clingy than usual. Animals must have a sixth sense; that’s the only explanation I can come up with. But I don’t mind because I am, too, more clingy than I already was before all of these hormones went havoc inside my system. And with Harry back at home, we manage just fine. Lots of cuddly nights in with our favorite movies and my favorite purring friend right on top of me because I seemingly need protection from a cat who hates being outside in the garden.

What I wanted to say (before starting to ramble): It is okay to be different than before. It is okay to be more or less intense, more or less touchy, more or less happy or sad. That’s all part of the process, and don’t ever let anyone tell you that your feelings and cravings are wrong or invalid (especially from men). They can just go to hell. Thanks for coming to my couch talk.

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gemmachan 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

pillowpersonpp amen to that (and you look stunning, bestie)

↳ mitchrowland +1 because it’s the truth

annetwist Perfectly said, sweetheart ❤️

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lizolsen 💯

yourfan1 It’s so true! The goddess has spoken!

yourfan2 every man who dares to judge a pregnant human can go to hell.

↳ ynandharry there is a special place down there for such individuals.

hazfan Dot is such a mood

sophieturner that’s my girl ❤️ and pregnancy suits you very well, love

pillowpersonpp H is probably relieved to not feel like the clingy part in the relationship anymore 👀

↳ yourinstagram Believe me, he is even more so than Dot - but I’m the Queen of clinginess from now on.

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↳ harrystyles I love your clinginess, darling x H.

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whoisharry Look. At. Her. God damn it. She is perfection. A radiant goddess who carries my baby, and I still don’t know how it’s universally possible for one human to be this lucky in life or if I deserve it to begin with.

I love you, sunflower. I love you, little bean.

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mitchrowland You deserve every single minute and every single ounce of it, my friend. Always knew you two would be each other’s endgame (but without the dusting before that and the unnecessary goodbyes) ❤️

gemmastyles Like Mitch already said you deserve it, Haz. You deserve every good thing fate has in store for you. The little bean is just the beginning. I can feel it ❤️

niallhoran Harold Harold Harold. Do I need to call your loving girl to tell her to straighten your head?

↳ whoisharry Please don’t. She just fell asleep after a hard time with the damn food 😞

↳ annetwist That is entirely normal, love. Don’t worry too much. Do you still have the tea I sent you?

↳ whoisharry Yeah. She drinks it every morning because it’s the only thing she can stand after the morning sickness (and the night sickness… and the day sickness)

↳ annetwist It will get better within the next weeks ❤️

↳ niallhoran She is a tough peanut, man. She will push through this as she pushed through your shyness to take the first step and say Hello

↳ whoisharry Haha 🙄

lolthisnotme I just woke up, saw this, and now I'm lying in bed, you are peacefully sleeping next to me, and I'm full-on sobbing. I'm gonna kiss you awake to tell you how much I adore you.

lolthisnotme I think I found my preferred lunch for today 🤤

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imsebastianstan Are you holding the pizza, or is the pizza holding you?

↳ lolthisnotme Depends on who you ask 🤓

↳ imsebastianstan So the pizza is holding you, gotcha.

gemmachan Mind if we share?

↳ lolthisnotme Nope. That’s mine. Find your own.

↳ gemmachan Mean.

↳ whoisharry It’s food. Don’t talk to her if you try to steal her food

↳ lolthisnotme Harry is a fast learner 😊

↳ gemmachan I sense a violent story behind that

↳ lolthisnotme 🙂🙂🙂

gemmastyles The toilet will be your best friend after that pizza, remember that.

↳ lolthisnotme I don’t care (I do, but I’m so hungry, heeeeeelp).

↳ whoisharry We could get you a nice sandwich on our way home? With tomato and lettuce and some good cheese ❤️

↳ lolthisnotme And a decafed Banana Split Frappuccino?? 🥹🤩

↳ whoisharry And a decafed Banana Split Frappuccino if that’s what you want ❤️

↳ lolthisnotme Okay, I don’t want the pizza. Pizza is disgusting. I want sandwich. Can I marry you?

↳ gemmastyles 🥹🥹🥹 My one true paring

↳ mitchrowland Don’t mind us over here. We’re screaming (and I volunteer for best man - Sarah wants to be bridesmaid, thaaaaanks we love youuuuu)

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I hope you enjoyed pt. 3! Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

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Snippets that have been cut out of my fics!

Yes more of these. I SAVE THEM FOR A REASON. you guys like scraps, right?

General NSFW and smut warning tread lightly or click away now.

First section is more of Vox and pet!reader, the second section is a few lines from the Vox x genderfluid!Valentino fic with the mommy kink, and the third is just soft moment between Vox and reader with a mommy kink.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetheart," Vox said with a chuckle, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned in to kiss me again, his hands running through my hair as he whispered more suggestions into my ear.

Even through his pants, I could feel his hard cock, throbbing for me. "So needy, so hungry for daddy's dick," he said, his hands wandering over my body. "Don't worry, baby, daddy knows what you need..."

Vox chuckled at my sudden infatuation with the hypnotic spirals and his voice, but he didn't seem to mind. He leaned in to give me another kiss, his hand trailing down my back to rest on my ass.

Vox chuckled, leaning down and slapping my ass. "Yes, breed. You're my little fuckslut, my breeding bitch," he said. His thrusts slowed down a bit, becoming more sensual, drawing out the pleasure as he ground his hips against mine.

"Please what, whore?" Vox asked, pulling out of me with a sigh. He flipped me over and pulled me into his lap, cupping my face in his hands as he looked down at me. “Please don't make you cum again?"

The TV demon's eyes grew wide as he watched the pink smoke slowly swirl around the room, completely mesmerized by the sight. He began to breathe in deeply, the scent and allure of the silky clouds overwhelming him. "M- Mommy... it's so beautiful...”

His eyes widened at this new development, but he quickly adjusted. “Yes, Mommy” he said, a slight tremble in his voice. “Anything for you, Mommy.” He leaned his head into her hand, craving more contact. “Please touch me, Mommy.”

He shook his head, eager to please her. He wrapped his hand around her cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before starting to stroke her slowly, savoring every inch of her length. “No, Mommy... I want to make you feel good...”

"Care-taking?" I scoffed and looked away. "I've never met a man who liked to be called ‘daddy' who's been caring or gentle."

"Well, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist," Vox said, his tone calm and measured. "Just like how you're my little caretaker, making sure I eat right and take care of myself.”

"What, do you wanna call me Mommy now?" I asked, looking back over at him. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, genuinely curious. "Hm? have you been a good boy for mommy recently? have you been eating all your meals?”

"Oh, you're teasing me," Vox said, chuckling and nuzzling into the kiss. "And yes, I've been a good boy. I've eaten all my meals and taken my vitamins. I even made sure to get some exercise today."

"Mm, such a good boy," I said with a grin. I gave him some more kisses and softened up, being gentle. I didn’t mind playing into his kinks. "You make me so proud, baby. You've been doing so well lately."

🥺

"You really think so?" Vox asked, his tone growing softer and more vulnerable as he leaned into the kisses. "I've been trying my hardest to be a good boy for you, Mommy.”

tell me if yall want reader with a daddy kink and Vox being gentle because I realized, as I was writing, THAT I HAD A POINT. So I’m gonna be the change I wanna see in the world I guess. Yay, character development. General requests are also fine! Uh. I hope you enjoyed. I really like writing Subby Vox, he’s adorable.

((Also, reader was dubious about mommy/daddy kinks in section three, but that’s not meant to be kinkshaming. Reader was simply curious, there was no ill-intent. No kinkshaming allowed on my blog!!)

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Pleaaase, I need some jealous/protective Hotch. Someone saying something bad to Prentiss and Hotchs like “if you again say things like that to the woman I love I’ll kill you”. Maybe secret relationship or pre-relationship before he even said that to her. please?🥺

Hiiii bestie <3

I love this idea, and whilst I didn't get that actual line of dialogue in there...Aaron is definitely in full protective mode. I hope you enjoy this <3

-x-

Merit

She thinks she should hate it, that the feminist in her should be screaming at him for protecting her like this. She knows she doesn’t need it, she’s always been more than capable of looking after herself, and she had been for longer than she should have.

She doesn’t need it, but she wants it.

-x-

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Warnings: Some cursing, misogyny

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“What about that guy over there, Em?”

Emily turns to follow where Penelope is pointing, her eyes meeting those of a man standing at the bar who she had never seen before. She smiles politely before she turns back to her friends, shaking her head at Penelope as she takes a sip of her beer.

“Pen, I’m not interested in finding someone,” she says patiently, her eyes meeting JJ’s who hides a smile behind her own beer, “So please stop trying to set me up with strangers.”

Penelope pouts, “You’re no fun, you haven’t been on a date since you got back from Paris,” she laments, like that in itself was the great tragedy of everything that had happened in the last year, “You need to get laid.”

Emily takes another sip of her beer and hopes that the relatively low lighting of the bar they were in covers that her cheeks are tinged pink. She can feel Aaron looking at her occasionally, his eyes burning into her as he briefly stops paying attention to his conversation with Dave. She doesn’t have to look up at him to know the intensity of his gaze, or the promise it carried for when they were able to sneak back to his place later.

“Who said I wasn’t getting laid?” She replies casually, spurred on by the pleasant buzz of alcohol in her system and the love she couldn’t bring herself to tell anyone about yet. She gets some satisfaction as Penelope coughs around a mouthful of her cocktail, and JJ pats their exuberant friend on the back, laughing along with Emily.

“What?” Penelope exclaims, looking back and forth between Emily and JJ, “Did you know about this?” JJ shakes her head in response and Penelope looks back at Emily, “Tell us everything.”

Emily shakes her head, her eyes flicking to Aaron’s, and she barely hides a smile before she looks back at her friends, “I’ve already said too much.”

Secrecy was something she and Aaron had agreed on almost silently. Both all too aware of the things they’d been through together and separately, as well as just how precious their relationship was to each of them. It’s how they found themselves almost 7 months into this, more than half a year gone since their tentative first kiss, with only Jack and Jessica aware of the shift in their relationship. Emily was the happiest she ever remembered being, something that she thinks a year ago would have terrified her, sent her running as quickly as possible away, but now she relished in it. Allowed herself to let herself be loved in the way she’d always craved and to love him in the exact same way. She liked to believe they were each other’s prize, the destination after the most tumultuous of journeys.

She knew they couldn’t keep it secret for much longer, that their plans - moving in together, kids, getting married - would mean that they needed to let other people in. A quiet end to this part of their lives together, ready to be replaced with something she knew would be even greater.

Whenever the right time was, it wasn’t here in the bar local to Quantico, alcohol flowing through them all as they were surrounded by other agents. It had been Penelope’s idea to come here for a few drinks after work. A rare opportunity to have some fun after a long week. If Emily was honest she’d rather be with Aaron at his place, snuggled up against his side as they watched a movie with Jack, but she was happy they had come out, her boyfriend's promises of what they’d do when they got home still echoing around her head, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You’re no fun,” Penelope replies, still pouting and Emily chuckles, draining the rest of her beer before she puts the empty bottle down on the table next to them.

“That’s funny,” Emily says, her smile widening, eyes sparkling with mischief, “He thinks I’m a lot of fun.” She laughs as Penelope nearly chokes again and winks at her, “I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

She glances at Aaron before she goes, their eyes meeting in a brief and silent conversation, making her flash him a smile.

I love you.

We’ll go home soon.

She smiles to herself as she walks towards the bathroom, turning into the hallway that leads to them that was much quieter than the rest of the bar.

“Agent Prentiss.”

She groans to herself at the sound of the voice of a familiar agent, and she rolls her eyes before she fixes a fake smile on her face as she turns to look at him. Harry Grant was a known pest, and he had more than one complaint from female agents lodged against him, but his father was important in DC, a big name that she knows her mother would approve of.

Yet another reason she hated politics.

“Agent Grant,” she replies politely, hoping she covers her slight disgust as he steps closer towards her, “It’s nice to see you.”

He chuckles to himself as he steps closer again, “Please, Emily, you can call me Harry. All my friends do.”

She hums in response, holding back a grimace as she smells the alcohol flowing off of him, “Well, Agent Grant, I should get going.”

She tries to move past him but he places his hand on the wall next to her, blocking her from getting past him, “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink,” he says, making no effort to hide how he was looking her up and down, his eyes lingering on the shirt she’d worn specifically to drive Aaron a little crazy at work. She clears her throat as she takes a step backwards.

“Look, Agent Grant-”

“Harry-”

“Agent Grant,” she repeats purposefully, “I appreciate the offer,” she says, making it clear she absolutely did not, “But it’s a no.”

His demeanour changes as soon as her rejection registers, her words finally sinking in, something she had seen countless times before. His eyes harden, the smile he clearly believed was flirtatious slipped away, and he glares at her.

“You really do like to play hard to get, don’t you,” he comments stepping closer to her again, her back hitting the wall, “What does a guy have to do to get your attention?” He asks rhetorically, sneering at her, “Maybe if I was a fucking terrorist I’d have a chance.”

She sucks in a breath, his insult hitting her square in the chest. It was difficult when she first returned from Paris, from the dead. She hated how people she would have once considered work friends, people she made coffee with and shared the elevator with, would stop talking as she entered a room. She’d never let it show, pushing past the hurt to pretend she hadn’t noticed, as if the silence that seemed to follow her everywhere wasn’t enough to choke her. She’d mentioned it to Aaron once and he’d apologised, horrified that he hadn’t been able to contain all of the information about Doyle and her mission with him like he had hoped to as if he could have buried it right alongside her.

She’d kissed him to stop him, aware that they both apologised for so many things that were not their fault over the years.

She opens her mouth to respond, unsure what she’s going to say, but she’s cut off by a booming voice, the words sharp and full of fury.

“What did you just say to her?”

Emily turns to look at her boyfriend. Aaron is standing just a few feet away, his face set sternly, his anger so clear she’s half surprised Grant hasn’t turned to stone. She takes the momentary shock that Aaron has created in the other man as an opportunity to step away, making it to her boyfriend's side in a matter of seconds.

“Aaron, it’s ok,” she says quietly, her priority of not making this any more than it needs to be overriding the part of her brain that would usually tell her that the use of his first name would alone rouse suspicion.

“It’s not ok,” he says fiercely, his hand ghosting her lower back as he glares at Grant, “He should show you some respect.”

She smiles tightly at him, a silent request for him to leave it, and she looks back over at the other man, and she watches as he puts two and two together. Grant chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he plants his hands on his hips.

“Oh, I see how it is,” he says, his tongue in his cheek as he steps towards them. Emily feels Aaron pull her slightly closer, his hand at her hip, “You won’t let me buy you a drink because you’re fucking your boss,” he sneers again, his irritation clear as he looks at Aaron, “I’d be careful with this one Hotchner, we all know she’s a whor-”

It happens quickly, and he doesn’t even have insult fully out before Aaron is on him. His hand fisted in Grant’s collar, pushing him roughly against the wall. He all but growls at him, his teeth bared.

“You’d better pick your next words very carefully, Grant,” Aaron spits out, tightening his hold on his collar, “Or I’ll make sure you regret them.”

She’d seen this level of anger on his face before. Years ago now as she and Derek walked in on him punching Foyet even though he was long dead. It makes her burn from the inside out that he’s like this over someone simply insulting her. She thinks she should hate it, that the feminist in her should be screaming at him for protecting her like this. She knows she doesn’t need it, she’s always been more than capable of looking after herself, and she had been for longer than she should have.

She doesn’t need it, but she realises that she wants it. Wants him to love her so fiercely that he’d risk everything to prove it.

“Aaron,” she says, her hand gentle on his shoulder. The tension in him melts as soon as she touches him as if she was the balm he needed, the very thing that brought him back to himself, “Leave it,” she says, staring at him, “Please.”

His jaw tenses but he nods, releasing his hold on the other man, but not before turning to glare at him once more, none of the softness he reserved for her and his son remaining in his eyes.

Grant clears his throat and adjusts his shirt, straightening it out as if you couldn’t see the creases from where Aaron had gripped it. He shakes his head, skulking off back towards the bar.

“You fucking deserve each other,” he throws over his shoulder.

They are silent for a moment before Aaron touches her, his hand on her cheek as he guides her to look at him, searching her for injuries even though Grant had never even touched her.

“Honey,” she says, placing her hand on his, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, “I’m ok,” she assures him, “Are you ok?”

She watches as he takes a couple of deep breaths and he nods sharply, a sure sign that whatever was on his mind wasn’t something he’d share here. It would be later when they were at his place just the two of them. She pushes some hair from his forehead and leans in to kiss him, a quick thing they both need. He pulls her closer, his arm banding around her back as they get lost in each other. She sighs into the kiss and is about to deepen it, her tongue licking across the seam of his lips when someone clearing their throat makes them pull apart. She bumps her head against his as she moves back quickly, grimacing as she rubs the spot on her forehead where it had connected with his.

“Ow, fuck…” she drifts off as she turns to see where the interruption had come from, her mouth falling open slightly as she comes face to face with the entire team. All of them, barring Penelope, look smug, smirks on their faces she can’t quite place. She feels Aaron freeze next to her, his arm around her waist tightening, “Shit.”

“You guys were taking a while,” Dave exclaims, his smile wide as he looks at them both, “And Grant ran out of here like a bat out of hell.”

“We wanted to check you were ok,” Derek adds, clearing his throat, smirking, “Seems like you’re more than ok.”

Aaron sighs and squeezes her hip, “Look, I get that this wasn’t the best way for you to all find out-”

“Oh this isn’t how we found out,” JJ says, “We’ve known for a long time.”

Emily’s eyes go wide and she swallows thickly, thinking of the last several months, and how careful she thought they’d been.

“You…what?”

“You do remember what we all do for a living, right Bella?” Dave replies, looking proud of himself.

“Dave, I swear to God,” she threatens and he has the nerve to laugh at her. Aaron holds her slightly closer and presses a kiss to her temple, an action that only makes them all smile more.

“Spence here,” JJ says, nodding towards Spencer, “Caught you sneaking out of Hotch’s hotel room a few months ago.”

“5 months, 3 weeks and 12 days ago to be precise,” Spencer adds, clearing his throat and staring at the floor when she glares at him.

“So you all knew?” Aaron asks, and she looks up at him, pleased to see he looks more relaxed than he had before the team appeared out of seemingly nowhere.

“I didn’t!” Penelope exclaims, finally breaking out of the shock that had rendered her uncharacteristically quiet so far, “Why did no one tell me?”

___

Emily sighs contently as Aaron pulls her towards him, her bare back against his chest. His warm embrace was welcome as the cool air in his bedroom against the sweat still drying on her skin. He’d been more desperate for her than usual. His hands pulling at her clothes as soon as they were in his apartment, as if he had something to prove.

She’s idly thinking about how she’ll have to make sure her underwear is picked up from the kitchen floor before Jessica brings Jack home in the morning when she hears Aaron talking quietly.

“I’m sorry.”

She frowns and turns her head to look at him, their eyes meeting in the low light of his bedroom, “What for?”

“For how I reacted earlier with Grant. For…” he drifts off and clears his throat, “I’m sorry.”

She hears what he hasn’t said. How he always fears he’s one outburst away from turning into his father, as if that concern in itself wasn’t enough to stop it from happening. She presses a kiss to his cheek and rests her head back on her pillow, grabbing his hand from her hip and linking their fingers together. She lifts their hands and kisses his knuckles, her lips against scars left behind from when he’d last defended a woman he loved. His broken skin the final sign of love he’d been able to give Haley.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” she says gently, kissing his knuckles again before she holds their joint hands to her chest, “He’s a pest, and someone needed to remind him to not be one.”

“He’s more than a pest,” he replies, a touch of anger leaking into his voice again, “He called you a…” he stops himself from saying it, “He’s more than a pest.”

“It’s not the first time someone has called me a whore, Aaron,” she replies softly, thinking of John’s reaction when she told him she was pregnant all those years ago. As if she was somehow more responsible for something they had both done. She smiles as Aaron holds her tighter as if his touch could fix everything bad that had ever happened to her.

Sometimes, she thought it might.

“That doesn’t make it right, sweetheart.”

“I know,” she says, squeezing his hand, “But if it helps, he looked like he might shit himself when you pushed him into that wall.”

Aaron chuckles and kisses the top of her head, “Weirdly, that does make me feel better.”

“Good,” she replies, “Grant was right about one thing though,” she turns in his arms to face him properly, biting her lower lip to stop herself from smiling too widely, her cheeks aching with it.

He frowns, a line appearing in between his brows that she can’t help but press her thumb into, “What do you mean?”

“We deserve each other,” she says softly, her eyes searching his. He smiles and nods, leaning in to kiss her, his hand on her lower back as he pulls her closer.

She can’t explain why it feels like a bigger admittance than the first time she told him she loved him, but it does. As if the final part of herself she hadn’t realised she’d been hiding away is suddenly on display to him. He smiles at her as he pulls back from the kiss, his forehead against hers.

“We really do.”

-x-

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