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yonglq · 1 year
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fishsticksloser · 4 months
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First of all, LOVE ur blog
Second, can you do rise boys x reader, but reader just randomly calls them by their full Name when their in trouble-
Thank you!
-stars
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RotTMNT x gn!reader
Warnings: full name = trouble, swearing, short
A/N: Time is moving so weirdly... Posting today cause I was just so busy and out of it yesterday
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Donnie
"Donatello Hamato!"
His full name?
You must be angry
He's sweating bullets
He keeps a pretty good poker face, just nervousness showing in his eyes
He smiles nervously when you come into his lab
Oh yeah... You're mad
Leo
"Leonardo!"
Oh shit...
What did he do?
He racks his brain trying to remember if he did anything bad
He grins anxiously, remembering what he did as you walk in
He'll act like he has no clue what you're talking about
Mikey
"Michelangelo!"
You never call him that!
He immediately comes to find you
Seeing you upset about something he did
Immediately apologizing
He feels so bad
Raph
"Raphael Hamato!"
You used his whole name?
He is worried
He goes to find you
When he sees why you're upset he's on his knees apologizing
He'll tell you "Raph didn't mean to" or "sorry, baby"
He hates upsetting you even by accident
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pinkrelish · 6 months
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do you think once miss mouse and eddie were in an established relationship she’d bake cakes for his and adrie’s birthday every year?? i feel like she’d go full out for adrie like full on multi tiered princess cake and the first time she does it eddie and his baby just go absolutely feral in the best way possible
ps typ is my favourite slow burn EVER i love it withh all my heart ur so talented
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today's my birthday so it seems fitting to answer this! wc: 496
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morning dawns soft blue in a kitchen warmed by low lights, and orange coils. a kettle boils water too hot for a third cup of instant coffee, and cooked sugar enriched by vanilla bakes through the small apartment. suffocating heat from the oven on the early june day breaks sweat on your forehead as you re-whip the frosting you made an hour ago, plastic bowl in your arms still cold from the fridge. the yellow cake cooling on the rack simple, homemade. jack of all trades, master of none, it's nothing impressive, just something to tide adrie and neighborhood kids over until the big party on the weekend.
still, when your big snoring man shuffles in with a bedhead halo and plaid pajama pants with one drawstring longer than the other, his raw wonder catches the husky sleep deep in his throat—"aw, baby, what're you doin'?"
you shrug, too shy to admit how early you woke up to do this, suddenly embarrassed with your effort to make a good impression on his daughter's first birthday with you in her life. he had no clue what you had planned for her real cake, and already your cheeks went hot from the lovesick shine flooding his eyes, big softy about to cry while he scratched his stomach under his shirt.
"you're too much," he says in a shake of his head. too much on a thursday morning when her party comes saturday afternoon.
his bare feet scatter the balloons creeping across the carpeted floor, blown up by him late last night until he felt faint, and ready to be popped in the energetic rush of cake for breakfast. on his way to you, he passes the one wrapped gift of a latch hook rug kit beneath the happy birthday banner you hung crooked even with his help. it was a creativity driven present to keep her busy before she got her big girl bike in two days time. training wheels most definitely included.
any second now adrie would run through the streamers you both taped to the top of her door frame, so eddie made quick work of putting the frosting aside and smothering kisses atop your head, wielding his dad strength to hug you tight to his chest, steering you into a twirl by his hold on your wrists, rocking from foot to foot until your back was crushed to his front.
tucking his chin to mash his nose to your hair, his heavy hum vibrates through your skull as he surveys the usual munson fare mingling with your new traditions, slowing your bodies to a gentle sway until his sigh empties from his lungs. "you mean everything to us, you know that?"
"i know that," you answer so softly it was lost in the bubbling hiss from the kettle before he shut off the burner. "you're everything to me, too."
"thank you, baby."
"thank you, handsome." thank you for this moment, this family, this love.
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mysicklove · 11 months
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(This might be a stretch because i didnt see anything like this in ur rules😭)
Keigo/Hawks having like sensitive wings and nipples and just teasing him with only those 2 things not even touching his cock
RAHHH YES YES YES THIS IS SO HOT.
He’s so cute like this. In between your legs, his back pressed up against your chest. He was completely bare, and his cock was pulsing against his thigh, begging for you to touch it. But you were mean and wanted him to cum from his wings and nipples alone.
You know he can, you trained his nipples to be sensitive so that he could, but he hates it. It takes too long for him to cum, and the pleasure is borderline overstimulating. He just needs one touch, just a graze from your hand to hit that high. So he cries as the red tip begins to drool onto the bed sheet.
His back arches away from you when you lick up the small area between those large wings. He hiccups when you pinch his pink perky nubs, now swollen from all the attention. “Please! It’s too much! Please just touch my cock!”
He’s thrashing against you, knowing that he could use his hands at any moment to reach down and touch himself, but he hates the idea of disobeying your command. So, he keeps his fist balled up against your thigh.
You coo at him and he racks another pathetic sob. He cranes his neck to bury his face into your neck and mumbles, “Please. Please. Please,” causing you to frown. You move your hand from his nipples to dig your fingers into the base of the feathers and he begins to heave, his wings frantically twitching like they have a mind of their own.
“But love, I know you can cum without touching you there. You’re being greedy,” You say, kissing the top of his hair, damp from sweat. You switch from lightly tracing his wings to scraping your nails against them.
He wants to scream, wants to deny your statement, wants to just fucking cum already but he can’t. He’s crumbling underneath you, and everything is so blurry with the tears. It’s all so frustrating and by god, your hands are back on his nipples.
He is trembling against you, shrinking away from your fingers that are toying with his overstimulated and very much sensitive chest. His body seems to cave in on himself, and he picks up his begging, “Please. It’s too-I cant! I can’t cum like this! It hurts, oh god it hurts.” He sobs and you affectionately rub his exposed cheek, as he presses himself closer to you.
You sigh, maybe he was right. Maybe it was a one-time thing. You dont want to push him this far. “Just a touch?”
“Yes! Need it!” He has almost completely turned inward toward you and begins to paw at your chest.
“Okay, just because you’re being so good.” He nods his head frantically, eyes lightening up. Just one more second until you were going to touch him, he can finally cum in just a second.
Maybe its the thought of your hand finally wrapping around his now burning cock, or maybe it’s the praise, but he cums before you even begin to reach for it. It hit him hard and unexpectedly. His body begins to tremble and his abdomen contracts as he squeezes his pretty eyes shut.
Your eyes widen in shock when you see the ropes of cum shoot from him. A loud drawn-out moan falls from his lips and his back arches. He tries to squeeze his thighs together, but you force them open with your legs, all the while mumbling praise and kissing his neck. The orgasm lasts long, just like it did the last time you did this to him.
When he comes back down from his high, he wears a drunken smile, face completely flushed. You begin to play with his hair as his body goes slack, and he preens when here you say, “I knew you could do it.”
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nymphomatique · 3 months
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hey Barbie what is your headcanon on nerd Miguel (like just fluffy stuff that he would do with you) ? 🥺 I need some more nerd Miguel fluff 😭.
of course my darling! headcannons under the cut!
miguel in this au is the biggest sweetheart let me tell you (even if reader is a cunt most times ur still his wife in his mind trust)
he’s sooo big on acts of service
mention in passing you’re feeling down? bouquet of roses will be at your door with your favourite candy.
pmsing? he’s running you baths, giving you massages, rubbing your feet, getting you heat pads for your cramps, all that!
he loves doing stuff for you, homework included lol
he’s such a cutie i feel like because he wears his glasses for long periods of time he gets the dent across his nose sometimes and it’s the cutest thing ever
you’ll laugh when he takes his glasses off and he’ll thing you’re laughing at how he looks without them before you tell him to look in a mirror and he sees the little line LMAO
one thing abt migs is he’s the definition of chivalry baby
opens doors for you, carries your books, shopping bags, whatever the case is!
he truly believes that when he’s around, you shouldn’t be lifting a pretty manicured finger 🧏🏾‍♀️
speaking of manicures, mani pedi dates helloooooo
he’ll even get a matching of what you got on your nails on one finger on each hand
you get a hello kitty set? rest assured that ring finger got a lil hello kitty
and maybe even your initials 🤭
no questions asked he’s rushing to pay for these double mani pedi dates
does those sheet face masks with you even though he HATES the feeling of them on his skin
he’s so mr darcy coded he def does the hand clench when your fingers brush together 💔
he texts you updates about this little mecha figurines and lego sets that he builds. he even sends you a picture of the flower bouquet one finished and says it’s yours to keep if you want it :((
loves going shopping with you because it’s the one time you’re TRULY so happy and smiling all the time!
your eyes turn into stars when you see the cutest thing on the rack and you try it on and he swoons cause you’re gushing at how cute it looks on you
he’s just happy to sit there and watch you, carry your bags, whatever the cases may be :)
he’s such a sucker for your kisses especially when you have lipstick on! if you kiss him on the cheek and your lipstick mark is there, trust me when i say it’s STAYING there lol
hes literally malewife personified :(( just a sucker for his mean girlboss mommy dommy and who blame the poor man!!!
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cameronspecial · 4 months
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Hi!! since ur requests are open, I have this idea in mind. Basically:
Zach and reader, and they just started dating. Reader is like an art major or smth similar and she is always seen walking around with all her art projects, she is really clumsy and always has paint over her etc. Because she is oblivious too sometimes Zack tries to gain her attention but she is just really focused on her work and idk u can come up with the rest 😭😭 like a fluff type of thing. I hope I make sense.
The Artistic Girl
Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader
Warnings: Suggestive Ending
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.6K
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His first memory of seeing her is when he was playing soccer with his friends in the quad. She had been walking back from class with a thin large bag thing. It was practically as big as her. Zach was so intrigued by the object in her hand that he stopped his game to ask her. “What’s with the bag?” he questioned, running up to her with an interested face. Y/N was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear him. He ran after her, gently tapping her upper arm. He smiled when she turned toward him, “Sorry. I just wanted to know what this big bag is. It’s almost as tall as you. It’s kinda a funny-looking backpack.” “It’s a portfolio bag silly,” she giggles, opening the bag for him to see her drawings. “I’m coming back from my figure drawing class.” He looked up to her to ask for approval to look through her work and she nodded. His hands flipped through the amazing art pieced with awe. She brought so much life into the two-dimensional medium. “These are amazing. I’m Zach by the way. Could I get your number? I would love to see more of your art,” he flirts. She beams at him, “I’m Y/N. I would be delighted to show you more of my art.” The rest of their story creates a beautiful painting. 
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Zach walks into their shared apartment to find Y/N at her pottery wheel. Her hands are cupped around the wet clay, creating a bulge in the once-straight cylinder. Her hair is in a messy bun and dried clay can be seen all over the bottom of her face and neck. Her clumsy personality means that her art supplies often find themselves all over her skin. It’s adorable. He remembers one time she accidentally sat on her paint pallet. The paint was all over her butt and it was hilarious. His eyes dart to the clock and he takes note of the time. Doesn’t she have class now? “Baby,” he calls to her. No response, instead, her tongue sticks out and her eyebrows furrow. He lets out a soft chuckle. When she gets into her artistic zone, it’s almost impossible to get her out of it. He’s only found one way so far to pull her attention away from her art. He removes his jacket, puts it on the coat rack, and then approaches her. She doesn’t look up at him. He is now standing beside her and he moves his face in front of hers. Her eyes are still glassed over in concentration, so he leans in for a kiss. Once her lips feel him, she snaps out of her thoughts.
Her dirty hands fly to his hair and she laces her fingers through his hair, forgetting the clay that dusts them. They stay like that for a few seconds before he pulls away and rests their forehead together. “You are late for class, Baby,” he whispers, turning their head toward the clock on the wall. She turns his head to her again, which gets some clay on his jaw. She leans in for another kiss, “Well since I’m already late, I don’t think there is any reason to go now. Plus, look at you. You are all dirty with clay. Someone has to help you get cleaned up.”
Zach smirks at her teasing words, loving where this conversation is going. “You are so right. And look at you. You have clay all over you too,” he plays along. She nods, standing up with him. “Well, let’s go get cleaned up,” she suggests, tugging him to the bathroom with her laughter filling the air.
Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @nonbullshit-toleratingkindagirl
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nqify · 1 year
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CAN U PLS DO HCS OF MILES BEING HORNY IN PUBLIC OR SOMETHING AND THE READER GETS FLUSTERED EASILY AND HE TEASES HER FOR IT ?? with some dirty talk maybe as well 🙏
AAAGIRL OMOGMOGFMKGGM THIS REQUESTA!!!
public sex. — miles quaritch ☆
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pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader
content warnings. oral for f!reader. daddy kink. dirty talk. risky sex. lil degrading
note. whoever requested this needs there ass ate
this guy will find anything, and I mean anything to just get into your pants. like ur out on a date, boom horny, ur wearing a skirt, boom horny, u have ur hair tied up, boom horny. he’s just so obsessed with u!!!
but when y’all are in public, it is way worse. imagine your just walking around the store, your hand holding miles’ pointer finger. this fucker looks down at you, eyeing the movements of your hips, the way they sway side to side….girl u better run. he’s already ready to go!!!!!
he leans up REALLLL close you, bends down and whispers, “mama u ready to go??” likes he’s hinting at u and everything. your oblivious ofc and can’t see the MASSIVE bulge right in front of your eyes, “noo, I wanna stay a little longer pls!!!!” he can’t say no to u!!!
you’d be going through a rack in a store and he’d come up behind you and slowly rub his bulge on ur back. MF UR SHOCKED?!:$, “miles!!!” u whisper shout. he chuckles down at you, “nah baby, it’s all ur fault, u had me hard with the way ur hips were moving mama” GIRLOMG “not here!!” oh yes here mf
you’d think it was over, eating ur lunch in a crowded area before this fucker grabs you by ur waist and makes u sit on his lap. now you can feel his aching dick!!! OMGGG. “you gonna deal with this mama?? your gonna let me fuck u right here huh?” ur so flustered, ears turning red and ur cheeks blushing. OH HE LOVES THIS!!! The hands that were placed on ur hips guided you to grind ur ass on his dick. “mm m-miles!! ppl will notice!!” u whine out. “and?? I know a slut like you would love that mm?? you’d like me fucking u in front of everyone here right mama??” YESYEYYSYES
hes just teasing you over and over again until you break!!! you’d try stuff on for him, coming out of the changing rooms with him sitting on one of the couches. His legs spread and his arms crossed. pussy is aching rn. “gimme a twirl mama” and u did!!! “looks hot asf” he’d walk closer to you, “but yk Ima just rip this off you when we fuck right???” Omg HES FINALLY BROKEN YOU!!!!
now ur ass is in the changing rooms, trying so hard to cover ur moans!! this fucker is eating you out. he’s got ur body slammed on the wall, one leg on his shoulder while his head was buried in your thighs. “fuck baby, why didn’t u let me do this earlier?? needed ur pretty pussy so bad!!” HE IS WHINING FOR U!!! all u could do was let out a pathetic whimper, “aw look at that, can’t even keep herself quiet, such a slut” AAAAA
ur so close omg!! LIKE GIRL!! HE KNOWS!! “you gonna cum baby??? u gonna cum for daddy yeah??” ur nodding!! He pulls away from ur pussy, “too bad mama” ur crying RN FR!! whining and complaining!!! “awww baby is crying now, sad u can’t cum?? cuz all u do is cum right? just a fucktoy for daddy huh??” he is so into it now lorddd.
now ur pressed up against the wall, legs wrapped around miles’ waist and hands laying on his shoulders. “s-shit this pussy was made for me right baby??” ur nodding and whimpering!!! “yeah it is??? just for me? for daddy?? yeah baby f-fuck, I own this pussy” ur trying so hard not to be loud omg!!!
this guy cannot get enough of u, “who owns this pussy baby” miles says as he flicks ur clit. Your head is so empty!!! u can’t seem to say anything!! “cmon mama, u wanna cum right?? answer my fucking question slut” his thrust become hard and deep, “y-you do!!”, “what was that baby?? I couldn’t hear you??” now he’s just playing games!!!!
“mmm f-fuck daddy does!!” he’s grinning and shit. “yeah I do, I own this pretty pussy, ur only gonna let me fuck it right? only me??” YSSYYEYSSS
ur gripping his back, crying out for him!!! “s-so close daddy!! lemme cum pls” he doesn’t answer, HES JUST DRILLING INTO U NO!! he wants u to cum he NEEDS IT!! “f-fuck me too mama”
u flutter around his dick, legs shaking and eyes rolling back. he pulls his dick out of you and cums all over ur stomach!!! “s-shit baby, ah, this pussy does fucking things to me” omg girl!!!!!!! you both put ur clothes on and do the walk of shame. GIRLAHHA
he leans close to ur ear, “mama we gotta do this more often!!!” he’s smirking and shit. You just slap his shoulder, “what baby?? weren’t u the one whining for me??” yes u were….. “weren’t you all like, “a-ah daddy!!! feels so good!!! daddy wanna cum so bad!!” OMG UR SO EMBARRASSED
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cat3ch1sm · 1 year
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Hello bb 😭💕 I've been such a huge fan of your work for ages now. I hope you are feeling better and taking care of yourself 🥺
If you are comfortable/want to, I was wondering if I could request some kind of nsfw perverted!hisoka x fem reader (the girl he's determined to make his) is now "coincidentally" stuck in a small space together 🤣 reader has avoided him bc she feels the same way but entirely embarrassed
If not pls ignore this request !
--kateaesthetic ✨️
🫖~ hello my love i missed u<33 im so so glad ur a fan, it means the actual world to me that i have supporters like you. here is your request, enjoy 💚💚
notice for my other followers- if you’ve sent me a request, im definitely working on it, i haven’t chosen to ignore any of your requests😭 it’s just i have a lot to work on outside and inside of this app, so it may take me some time. however, i really appreciate your patience, and i love you all endlessly and am so so grateful for your support.
*ೃ༄ nsfw ahead, perv hisoka😭, degradation, fem!reader˚◞♡ ⃗
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“Alright, Y/N- thanks for staying so late,” your boss told you with a smile, which you returned politely. “Would you mind locking up the boutique for me? I’d do it myself it it wasn’t my little boy’s birthday, and I absolutely don’t want to miss it.”
“It’s no problem at all,” you assured her. “I hope your son has a wonderful birthday- but I’m sure it will be far more wonderful if you’re home on time! You’d better get going; I’ll be done in no time.”
“Thanks so much. The keys to lock up are on the counter beside the register. Have a great night, Y/N- see you tomorrow!” your boss called, and you waved as she went out the door.
You smiled to yourself. You were very fond of your boss; she’d never been unkind or unfair with you, so doing her this favor didn’t bother you in the slightest. Hanging up one of the dresses you’d been holding on the racks, you started to walk to the front of the dress shop to retrieve the keys.
Before you made it to the counter, though, you heard something that surprised you- the windchime dangling above the front doorframe suddenly made a gentle jingling sound- indicating that somebody had just walked in. You were perplexed upon hearing the noise- all of the lights were off in the building, so you couldn’t imagine why someone would enter. Then it occurred to you- perhaps your boss had just forgotten something. Yes, that’s what it had to be. Relaxing, you walked to the counter and picked up the keys before looking up.
“Oh, you’re back? Did you forget something?” you inquired, your gaze still focused on the keys beneath you, which were frustratingly getting tangled into one another. “I’d be happy to get it for you-“
When you finally looked up, though, you knew instantly that the dark figure who had just entered the shop wasn’t your boss. It was about a foot too tall, and even among the shadows you could tell the build was that of a man. Most notably, though, was the peak of hair that stretched above his head- seemingly defying gravity.
At first, you didn’t recognize the man, and found yourself even more confused. “Uh- sir?” you ventured, tilting your head and squinting your eyes at the figure. “We’re closed right now, but we reopen at 8 am tomorrow- perhaps you could return then?”
“Oh, but my dear- that’s far too late,” the man drawled, inching closer to the counter behind which you were standing, and with every step he took you could hear the clicking of heels on the marble floor. “Can’t you make an exception for me, sweetheart?”
You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest. Hisoka. He was the one who had been pursuing you for weeks, appearing around every corner you turned. And now, he’d managed to find you at your job.
Hisoka had made very clear his intentions with you a number of times- not quite bluntly, but in a manner that you couldn’t mistake. You, in return, had avoided him as much as you could- you simply couldn’t muster up the boldness and slyness that Hisoka possessed, and while you knew something deep inside you wanted Hisoka to want you, you were frankly just too embarrassed to admit it. Nobody had ever really wanted you the way Hisoka claimed to, and you didn’t know how to react.
“Hisoka.” It was all you could come up with. You absently picked up the keys, now disentangled, and habitually singled out the one that locked the closet in which the store kept the custom dress orders. “I… don’t think you should be here.” Quickly, you turned your back on him, already feeling heat rush to your face at his mere presence, and briskly walked over to the dress closet.
In the dark, you heard Hisoka chuckle lowly. “Ah, even in the dark, I can tell you’re blushing. You’re simply adorable.” His tone was amused, but you didn’t miss the familiar notes of ardor beneath his voice.
Throughly flustered, you thrust the key into the closet’s lock, turning it in the doorknob. You avoided turning to face Hisoka, and not knowing how else to escape, you rushed into the closet, brushing past the flouncing, poofy petticoats and the long, flowing skirts of the dresses inside. You retreated to the very back, up against the wall, stomach fluttering and hoping Hisoka didn’t see you.
“Hiding, are we?” Hisoka queried slyly, and you saw from behind a particularly fluffy dress his shadow come closer and closer to the closet door. “I just adore games like these.”
You startled as he entered the closet, his face now mostly visible in the dim light. Keeping your back pressed against the wall, you didn’t dare to even breathe, foolishly hoping that the magician would simply bore of your antics and be on his way. However, that wasn’t the case- and you were absolutely sure of this when Hisoka promptly shut the closet door behind him, locking the two of you inside.
Your eyes flew wide open with shock, a million thoughts racing through your head. Shit! I’m locked in. No- we’re locked in. Damn it- I’m locked in this closet with him. With Hisoka. Why didn’t I wait until after he was gone to lock the stupid door?
In your internal frenzy, you made a noise in the corner- instantly drawing the sharp stare of Hisoka. In no time, you felt his piercing yellow eyes burning into your face, and you knew you’d been spotted.
Your eyes rose higher and higher as Hisoka came closer. You didn’t want to look away from his face in case you missed something, but Hisoka only gave you that smirk that somehow made your knees weak whenever he did. Before you knew it, you were looking straight up into his gaze.
“Why do you even bother running from me, sweetheart?” Hisoka took your chin in his grasp, his clawlike nails barely scratching your skin, and lifted your head up to meet his eyes directly. “While I enjoy a good game of chase, you certainly didn’t think you were about to win, did you?”
For a few seconds, you were frozen, heart beating a million beats a minute and your lips sealed shut. Finally, though, you managed to speak. “Hisoka- what do you want?”
“Don’t play stupid.” Hisoka’s smile grew wider. “I believe you already know the answer to that, Y/N.”
Before you had a chance to react, Hisoka’s hand wrapped itself around your upper neck and pulled you into a gentle kiss. Instinctively, your eyes fluttered shut and you felt a blush spread across your face again, caught off guard by how soft it was. However, the surprisingly tender moment was disrupted when you felt a second hand slither around your waist, down your back, and eventually settle on your ass, giving it a playful squeeze.
You squeaked in surprise and pulled away from Hisoka, whose expression told you that he knew exactly what he was doing. “Hisoka!”
“My apologies, darling, I just couldn’t help myself.” An unapologetic grin spread across his face. “But I must add- you don’t seem to mind, my dear.”
Your body had betrayed you yet again- here you were, face hot and blushing like a fool. Embarrassed, you dropped your eyes down to the ground.
Above you, you heard Hisoka let out an amused chuckle. “Don’t be so shy, sweetheart- you’re just adorable when you look like this. It only makes me want to have you even more.”
Before you could respond, your lips were pressed into Hisoka’s again, one of his slender hands around your neck while the other took hold of the hem of your shirt and effortlessly tore it from your body; you felt as if the sound of the fabric ripping could be heard for miles. You allowed yourself to kiss Hisoka back for a few more seconds before pulling away.
“Take off your shirt.”
Hisoka’s thin eyebrows raised in surprise before his expression morphed into one of twisted delight. “So demanding…” he mused, golden eyes burning into yours before he complied with your demand, sliding his shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly to the floor.
For a moment you were in a daze, captivated by Hisoka’s glistening pale skin and his beyond impressive figure, a rippling 8-pack flowing down his abdomen and toned pecs and biceps protruding. It was only after Hisoka’s hands wrapped around your exposed waist and gently lowered your body and his to the ground that you snapped back into reality, the sensation of his lips on your neck and his hands slithering up your thighs suddenly overpowering.
“I’ve always imagined that I’d get you in this position one day, Y/N… but you’re even more inviting than I’d anticipated,” Hisoka hissed, running his tongue from your collarbone to the bottom tip of your ear. The soft warmth and wetness drew a gasp from you, and you felt Hisoka’s lips curl into a smile against your skin.
“Such a pretty sound, darling… be a good girl and make much more of those cute little moans for me, alright?”
You barely heard yourself murmur, “Alright,” before Hisoka nudged your bra straps off of your shoulders and began kissing down your chest. You allowed yourself to throw your head back, lewd gasps escaping your lips as Hisoka’s tongue teased your breasts, flicking each of your erect nipples and circling around the skin softly. Then, moving his head down your abdomen, he took hold of one of your breasts in his head, gripping it tightly as he licked a hot, wet trail from just above your bellybutton to in between your breasts, deriving an unhealthy amount of pleasure from the equally surprised yet passionate moan you emitted. One of your hands came down to tangle itself in Hisoka’s multicolored hair, silently urging him to keep going.
Hisoka obliged, and you felt some control slip away from him, his touch growing rougher and more ravenous as his fingers came down to your legs, dancing up your thigh and slipping beneath your skirt but stopping just before brushing your dripping opening.
“It’s a good thing you wore this cute little skirt for me today, huh, sweetheart? I can already sense how wet you are for me.”
Having his hands so close to where you needed them most but not quite there yet was torture, and you knew Hisoka could tell by the ragged way you were breathing. “Hisoka- please stop teasing me…”
Hisoka made a mock pout at your pitiful demeanor. “Aw, so needy already? You’re dirtier than I thought, my dear.” He flipped up the hem of your skirt, revealing your darkened panties and making you shudder. “But don’t be embarrassed- it’s cute.”
Hisoka finally inched his fingers up higher, running the tip of his sharp nail down your covered slit and making you groan, arching up into his touch. He allowed himself another satisfied chuckle before tugging your panties aside and rubbing the pad of his thumb along your wet entrance, moistening his finger before he began rubbing your clit in circular motions- slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed.
“Ah- mm, Hisoka,” you moaned, thrusting your lower half into his fingers. Hisoka simply pushed his middle finger into your entrance, drawing a long, pathetic whine from you as the sensation of his finger inside of you took over your body.
“Oh, Y/N- I’ve only just started using my fingers and you’re already shaking,” Hisoka remarked coyly, slowly moving his finger back and forth inside of you, silencing you whenever you tried to say something with a broken cry. “How long has it been since your needs were satisfied, dear?” he mused to himself, pretending to be deep in thought. “Seemingly far too long, yes? Especially for you to be behaving the way you are, already such a filthy whore beneath my fingers.”
Your face flushed for what had to be the thousandth time tonight. “I’m not a who- ah! Fuck- fuck, Hisoka-“
“You’re not doing a good job of proving it, sweetheart,” Hisoka teased, two fingers now pumping inside of your hole while his thumb continued to trace your swollen, sensitive clit.
“Shut up,” you managed breathlessly, the pleasure building up both within your clit and your vagina and rendering you unable to speak properly.
Hisoka laughed and took his thumb from your clit, eliciting a displeasured cry from you, but it was quickly replaced with his tongue, flicking back and forth in rapid movements along your clit. The noise that it drew from you could only be described as a scream, and Hisoka kept it up for a little while longer, relishing in your shrieks before promptly sitting up, removing his fingers and mouth from your sex.
You were dismayed, about to ask why Hisoka had pulled away, when you lifted your head and noticed the straining tent in his pants as well as the almost frightening lust in his eyes, running up and down your body hungrily. Wordlessly, he stood up, slipped out of his pants and boxers, and bent back down to your quivering form on the floor.
Hisoka was quite an impressive size- you almost felt obliged to look away, but Hisoka’s hand came up to cup your jawline and forced your face towards him before releasing you, your eyes wide.
“Don’t get nervous now, dear. I want you to see exactly what I’m going to do with you.”
You could only watch, aching and sensitive and anticipating as Hisoka positioned himself at your dripping hole, the tip of his dick at your entrance making you quiver before he pushed himself inside of you, every inch he forced inside of your body eliciting a broken whimper from you. Hisoka’s face tightened ever so slightly as he entered you, but once he was settled and began rocking his hips against you, an borderline sinister smile graced his lips.
“How I’ve fantasized of this moment, my dear,” Hisoka purred, eyes fixated on your face as your eyes rolled back into your head with every movement he made, lips parted in silent ecstasy. His next words, though, were lost on you.
“Such a pretty, useless thing. Surely you didn’t believe I truly desired you, sweetheart. But even so- you’re mine.”
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miseries-mistress · 1 year
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Okay idk if you write for commander wolffe or ahsoka but if you do can you write something spicy for either of them. You choose who idc, I’m just so down for these two LMAO
Also ur writing is so amazing, like it’s indescribably good ♥︎♥︎
RIPPED AWAY (SEWN TOGETHER) | COMMANDER WOLFFE
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Synopsis: You wanted to shout, scream into the night to release your pent-up frustration boiling inside of you. The battle to take a separatist base was fruitless, and with Anakin's instance that none of you retreat and keep pushing forward, despite your protests leads to Ahsoka's injury. In your haste to retrieve Ahsoka, you step away from the ranks to her body in the center of the clearing. Chaos ensues. 
Warnings: female reader, wolffe being mean, like more than usual, but it's okay bc i love mean men, injury, canon typical violence, blood, gore, injury, all the good stuff. W/C: 3,880
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The battle raged like a storm without end, with each wave of blaster fire raining down upon you with the strength only death alone could possess. It didn't matter how many droids your men shot down or how many shots you and Anakin deflected. It wasn't enough. 
Clouds of smoke spiraled around you, obscuring the moon while your body ached for respite under cover of the ever-twinkling stars. Retreat was becoming more of a prospect by the second, yet another dark reality to face as another volley of bombs dropped in your vicinity, the ear-piercing screams quelled by the exchange of blaster fire. 
Another bolt was deflected. Another droid is down. Another man down. The cycle was endless, and you've had enough. 
"Anakin!" you screamed over the clanking droids. "We need to retreat!"
Anakin's head whipped around to face you, his eyes wide before his eyebrows knitted in frustration, his face twisting in defiance.
"We can take the base!" he shouts, and a man behind you thuds to the ground, his organs mixing with the sloppy sludge of oil, mud, and blood. "If we can break their defenses–"
"The men can't hold out that long, and neither can we! Regrouping is our only hope of surviving this! We are losing them by the minute!" 
"We hold our position. That's final!" 
You wanted to scream, tear the hair out of your head if that meant reasoning with him. If this was your mission, you would have pulled back ages ago, having realized staying here any longer would be fruitless. Their forces were simply too many, overwhelming quick thoughts of attack. You needed a strategy, and it would be impossible to form one in the heat of battle while you deflected oncoming advancements. 
You racked your brain for a solution, frantic to figure out some kind of strategy to not only reduce casualties but also take the separatist base. That was until a crackling, uneven voice spoke urgently over your and Anakin's commlink, his voice barely audible. "Commander Tano is down."
Every nerve, vein, and blood vessel was doused in frozen water, your blood running cold as you could feel it draining from the pores in your face. You've never seen Anakin move so fast, stepping back so Rex could cover him. "What?! Where are you?!"
"We are overrun– we need to pull back," the trooper spoke again, despair thickly coating his entreaty.
"Send your coordinates and hold your position," Anakin orders. You could feel, not in the Force, but physically feel his solicitude radiating off him in unprecedented waves of dread before switching off the commlink. 
"General, go to Ahsoka's position! Rex and I will hold out here!" he orders you with the swiftness and composure he could muster under the circumstances. You curtly nod, your apprehension for Ahsoka outweighing your frustration. 
You turn to your commander, your boots sticking to the mud and clinging to your feet. "Wolffe, Comet, and Boost, you're with me. Sinker, you lead the men while I recover, Commander Tano."
"Yes, sir." Wolffe squeezes Sinker's shoulder before the three troopers follow you as you weave through blaster fire, looking down at the coordinates Anakin sent you every couple of seconds. 
The noise of battle is deafening. A sound that often haunts soldiers' dreams is all that pounds in a hysterical beat against your skull. Dirt and rubble fly around you, men howl in pain, and superiors scream orders in the faint hope of not seeing more numbers on a list of the fallen. Each sound terrorizes you, engulfs you in dark, endless black water, fated to drown you if you stop kicking for the surface where the light resides instead of the void of the darkness beneath you. All your years of training to become a Jedi and being one could never prepare you for this.  
You reach Ahsoka's position in record time, and immediately you are met with red bolts of blaster fire showering upon you. It was worse, so much worse than where you held out with Anakin, and it showed by the disfigured bodies of blue and gray armor stacked upon each other, the stench of death almost too much to bear. 
"Over here, general!" You follow the voice, your feet slapping against the mud as you catch sight of Ahsoka. She was groaning, her hand covering what you could already see as a nasty wound, the skin around it scorched and inflamed. Thick dark red blood oozed around her fingers as another clone pulled her back. He was almost to your position when a flash of light collided with his armor, and his body smashed to the ground next to her.
Your lightsaber sprang to life with a snapping hiss as you began defending Ahsoka's injured form. Wolffe, Comet, and Boost joined the battle as you did, reemerging into the flow of war. 
You tried to inch forward to her position in the middle of the clearing with every battle droid that smashed into the grimy soil, but your efforts were in vain. For every droid that fell, another replaced it. Reinforcements flooded in an endless stream of metal as the bodies beside you grew, your friend's life force dwindling as she slowly bled out, so close yet so far. If only–
Your body slammed into the ground, your arms crumpling beneath your weight. There was an obnoxious high-pitched ringing in your ears, blocking the sound of anything else besides your thundering heartbeat. You blinked, clearing the black spots that had begun to dot your vision, the shock hitting you in full. The infinite dark sky is speckled with luminescent stars, mockingly watching you as they laugh at your collapsed form, doused in the weakest breath of strength.  
Ahsoka. 
You could see her closer now, and your head swam with the force of whatever injury you sustained that you couldn't feel. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except getting Ahsoka to safety. Whatever it was, it wasn't severe enough to stop you from stumbling to her, your body throbbing with the phantom of agony as you all but collapsed beside her, your knees wet with silt. You shook her with a ghost of the power you possess, your hands violently shaking as her eyes remained shut. Tears swam in your vision while your chest painfully constricted as you shook her harder, only for her eyes to crack open a moment later, her face covered in a thin sheen of sweat and ash. You could almost collapse in the burden of your injury and hers, but you held yourself up, not brave enough to look at her wound. 
"Ahsoka," you cried in relief, and her features wrung in pain as she returned to a more steady form of consciousness, no doubt feeling the weight of her injuries. "I'm going to get you out of here." 
"I-I'm okay," she wheezed as your arms dived under her head and knees, slowly rising to your feet with her. Colors flashed blindingly in your vision, and lightheadedness and dizziness nearly swept you off your feet. No matter how much your body screamed at you, threatening to crumple, your will filled your chest like a breath of fresh air, stealing your resolve. You had to do this. You had to push through, not for your sake, but for the young Padawan in your arms. 
You two made it behind your forces, and a clamor of voices finally reached your ears after too long of nothing but ear-splitting ringing. 
"They're back! Fall back! Fall back!" someone ordered as the rest of the men began to retreat to the carriers behind you to take you back to base. Even though with each step, pure singing misery rippled down your spine, you pushed for the promise of safety. 
When you entered, the doors closed and lifted into the murky sky. A couple of troopers rushed to your side, carefully taking Ahsoka from your arms and scurrying off to the medical center buried deeply in the confines of the ship. Clones around you dispersed to their positions, and you cautiously lowered yourself to the ground, forgoing the seats as you leaned your head back. The ship was silent besides the roar of the engines, which you hid your labored breathing behind. Every expansion of your lungs felt like you were being burned within an inch of your life, seizing the air from your breast in one fell swoop. Tentatively you lifted your robes, hissing when the fabric caught on your impairment, only for your breath to be sucked back into your irritated lungs. Your exposed flesh was spitting out crimson liquid, the edges of your wound charred in a sickening state of black, and you could faintly smell your burning flesh, binding the torn fabric of your tunic to your heaving meat. 
Just a graze, you thought to yourself as you lowered your tunic, something that could be dealt with when you reach Coruscant. 
"You…okay?" a hesitant voice reaches your ears, and you turn your head to find Wolffe leaning against the doorway, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. It wasn't a look you often saw on him, making your chest tighten as if someone had reached into there and squeezed with all their might to rob the breath from your lungs. You find the same emotion inexplicably rising in the back of your throat.  
"Yeah, yeah, just tired. That's all," you lie, pinching your lips as the intensity of your burned nerves sharpens by the minute. 
He raises an eyebrow, his chin jerking forward. "Then what's all that blood for, sweetheart?"
Shit. You glance down to find that your blood has, in fact, seeped through your clothing, the dark patch expanding into the woven fabric of your wear.
"It-It's not mine. No need to worry," you grit your teeth. Wolffe scowls, and it's then you know you've lost the uphill battle of pride you were fighting. You sigh, slinking further against the wall, and he takes this as your sign of defeat.  
"When were you planning on telling me? Before or after you bleed to death?" He kneels in front of you, and you cringe at the bite in his words. 
"You're being over dramatic. I'm fine, Wolffe." you roll your eyes at his antics, but he scoots closer. Even when taking a knee in front of you, he seems to tower above you, his stoic presence alone engulfing the room. It's impossible not to notice the concern that laces his features as he gulps, his adam's apple bobbing.  
"You're covered in blood," he points out.  
"Like I said, it's nothing–" You yelp, doubling forward when he roughly shoves two fingers into your wound, blood instantly staining your outer robes from your tunic. 
"Fucking liar," he snarls before standing up, his eyes flickering around the room for the first aid kit. You groan, curling within yourself as the damaged skin throbs from Wolffe's painful jab, your vision blurring around the edges as you try to keep your eyes focused, only for him to leave your peripheral a second later. Your eyes begin to droop as the weight of battle, and your injury finally starts to percolate the very fiber of your being. Sleep is now a call from the heavens, a gentle hand forcing your eyes to shut.
There is a clanging sound as a box hits the floor, and out of curiosity, one eye cracks open. Wolffe is back, digging fervently through the med kit on the floor for something…most likely for you. Your eyelids begin to close once more, now at peace knowing Wolffe would take the pain from you as he has done many times before. 
Just as you began to drift off, the pain returned, only doubling in vehemence. You bite back a scream as the clothes melted into your pulsating raw flesh are ripped away. Wolffe places a firm hand over your chest to keep you from doubling over. 
You throb with white-hot agony, every nerve alight as it feels like thousands of boiling hot needles are being shoved into your skin and torn out simultaneously. Your eyes squeeze shut, fat tears collecting in your scrunched waterline. Behind your eyelids, you can see a kaleidoscope of bright colors dancing across the infinite void behind your eyes. 
The searing pain dulls as something cold and slippery runs over the affected area, the scalding burn dissolving into a dull throb. 
"Shit, Wolffe," you whimper as he presses the bacta into your charred skin, his fingers roughly moving into every crevice of your wound. 
"If you wanted gentle, you should have asked for my vod instead," he gruffly replied as you hissed in pain. The bacta was doing its job of settling the fiery burn eating at your flesh, but his hands were far from delicate, and you considered the idea that he was purposely trying to make this hurt more than it should. "Or told me sooner."
"You could be a little nicer. After all, I am–" you grit your teeth as fingers swirl over your side with unnecessary force. "Injured," you finish weakly, slipping further into your position on the floor as he begins to wrap the wound.  
"If you weren't such a brat and tried to lie to me, we wouldn't be in this position, now would we?" he growls, his voice a baritone lower and substantially more gravelly. His eye flares and his lips curl into a snarl in his malice. You advert your gaze, shame filling your sternum, and you can't help but wallow in it while Wolffe finishes patching you up. 
He sits back on his heels, admiring his work while your disheartened expression not going unnoticed by the burly commander. Those feelings, the ones he'd tried to suppress when he witnessed what appeared to be a fall while retrieving Ahsoka, which was now revealed as a blaster wound, came swarming to the surface, brimming at the edge of release. These emotions were dark and tenebrous and made his chest constrict with each second they remained pent up. 
You were a Jedi, you didn't get injured. It was something he never had to fret about whenever you stepped onto the battlefield, but today...today proved that wrong in the nastiest way possible. Your flirt with death was unnecessary and reckless, a show of independence and strength. Your refusal to rely on Wolffe or his men to aid you resulted in your life-threatening injury and the worst part was there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"What you did today was reckless." Your gaze travels from the durasteel floor to the intense silver of his cybernetic eye, the crease between your eyebrows deepening at his accusation. 
"What I did today saved Ahsoka's life." 
"You needlessly put your life on the line instead of relying on your men to help you."
"I did not." you defend yourself, tenderly crossing your arms over your chest with an indignant huff. 
"That's exactly what you did," he snarled. "Don't even try to bullshit your way out of this."
"I'm not!" you exclaim, wincing at the strain you caused on your side from your outburst. "I did what I had to do without risking your lives!"
"Oh, so now you pretend to care," he chuckles darkly. "You seemed too preoccupied with your little hero moment, sweetheart. I almost had the wrong impression."
Your eyes narrowed into crinkled slits, coldness bleeding into your gaze. "I was mindful of the risk and decided it was one I alone had to take!"
"And look where you wound up."
"You're a piece of shit," you spit. "You don't get to harass me about my choices."
"If I wanted to harass you, I would. I'm trying to get it in your thick skull not to put yourself in such unnecessary danger again."
"Oh, you're just full of nice things, aren't you, Wolffe?" you scoff, rolling your eyes skyward while your heart writhes in bitterness. 
"Only for you," he sneered in retaliation. 
The bickering is childish, but both of you don't seem to realize it, too caught up in your own bouts of fury to even consider the other person's words. It's horrible, but it's the only way you can talk to each other unfiltered, without lies to ease the validity of the situation. If you took a moment to collect yourself and remove yourself from the fervent argument, you're afraid he would stop spewing out what he truly feels in harsh comments and resign to silence, bottling up his emotions as he has done all his life. Wolffe's never been one to find the right words or the will to express what's eating away at his war-stained mind. You blame it on the Kamanoins and the environment he was raised in, which is why any progress in opening up the impenetrable vault of his heart is better than nothing, even if it means being on the receiving end of his insults. But, of course, you are not entirely focused on that, your anger stirring at his unreasonableness to listen to you, which in turn only eggs him on. And if you weren't so caught up in your emotions, you would realize that his invectives come from a place of regard for your safety and well-being after you were nearly killed. 
It's not a familial care like he shares with his brothers, but a tender, heart-wrenching fear foreign to a battle-hardened soldier such as himself, hence his inability to process the emotion, turning to lash out in his distress. But of course, that goes over your head, nothing but determination fueling your self-righteous point of view. 
You two stare at each other, and in your own rage, muddled aggravation, you can't pick out the exact emotion swimming in his irises, pushing and pulling against each other. 
"If you are going to continue to be a prick, leave me alone. I'm done trying to deal with your bullshit," you bark, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper as you adjust yourself, your wound pricking at the stretch in your torso. 
Wolffe's eyes seem to soften at that moment as their former fiery irises give way to the ocean of regret that fills them. He wilts, his hand finding its way to his hair, carding through it in search of the right words. 
"You almost died." It's not a question or command but a statement- a fact. Words fail you as you continue to stare into his mismatched gaze. "Your reckless behavior almost got you killed."
"But it didn't." You stare at him, begging him to notice your reassurance, to take it with open arms, but he doesn't. Wolffe is too wrapped up in the unfamiliar surge of emotions making his chest strangle with the lump impossibly forming in his throat. He wasn't used to this kind of trepidation for someone else, a worry running so profound it was stifling him. 
 "If I wasn't there..."
"Wolffe–"
"No– fuck listen to me...You would have died." You wrenched your gaze away from him as tears welled in the back of your eyes, the weight of your actions bearing down upon you with the ease only regret could tame. 
"You could have died," his strangled voice bit out as you digested each word, your stomach sinking all the while. "God damn it, look at me."
Your gaze is ripped from the floor when Wolffe grabs your face, forcing you to stare into his eyes, muddled with too many gut-wrenching feelings to process. "Fuck– you can't do that to me. Can't… can't do that to me."
His words are awkward and unsteady as if he doesn't know how to, but there's a desperate plea for your understanding. He wants you to comprehend every word his tongue can't form, every emotion threatening to swallow him up and spit him out, as every facade comes crashing down in his moment of desperation. 
So instead of talking, you lean over, despite your discomfort, and capture his lips between your own. He holds his breath, his body rigid with the sensation of your warm lips cracked by your constant biting. Then he understands the suddenness behind your actions, and his hands find your face instantly, pouring everything out into the open. His lips are feverish, swollen with spirit. He moves his mouth to taste the essence of your life, to devour your sweet taste as if it was the last thing he would ever do. It's as if he's reassuring himself of your beating heart (and flushed cheeks) as his tongue moves over your lips to seek refuge in the cavern of your mouth he calls home.
You don't see Wolffe in distress very often. Instead, you see a mask of calm, composed ruthlessness shielding his ever-cracked and dismantled soul. Your ability to peer through his walls frightened him at first, but over time as you spilled your hearts to one another over and over again, he found less of a need to keep the shields he had readily put in place, an action that came over time. Now, while his lips swallowed yours in a frenzy, his worry, an emotion that would make him a liability in war, was being poured over you. It was passionate how he moved over you, his hands moving to cup your face while the other slid across various parts of your body. He knew his action was not a display of lust but a solace to himself that you were, in fact, here, despite the deepest horrors his mind could conjure. 
As the embrace slowed to a halt, pulling away for a gulp of air, the tension that once smothered the room in its toxic fumes dissipated, leaving peaceful tranquility in its wake. 
"Don't do that shit again, you hear me?" he breathes, his voice hardened by the lilith that tainted his words. 
"Okay." You nod along with your promise. "Okay."
His body sagged with relief at your reply, a short breath of air leaving his lips. 
"I'm sorry." Wolffe shook his head, dismissing your apology. With the condolence you had so given him, the lingering air of hostility melted, and while it didn't soothe the ever-present fear that came with combat and your safety, the unspoken promise that you would heed his words and move less hastily without care for your life was enough for him. He knew you couldn't give him anything more because anything more would be a lie. His hand moved to cup your face as you nuzzled in the ever-present warmth of his hand, praying that your moment of reprieve would last forever.
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Congratulations on the one year anniversary and 300 followers!!! ur blog is awesome 💕. I'd like to request prompt no.2 and kaeya with 🌶. Have a great day
Melting In His Hands
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Kaeya Alberich x Gender Neutral Reader smut
This post contains sexual content. Viewer discretion is advised.
WORD COUNT: ~3.2K
TAGS/WARNINGS: kinda domestic leadup, slight jealousy, little angsty, pet name: "babe/baby," reader's virginity loss, size kink, (maybe masochistic-ish reader?), pre-established relationship, masturbation while thinking about the reader, riding, pygophilia (bc kaeya is totally an ass guy), cumming inside
NOTE: if you happen to be vegan or vegetarian, please do not read the following (for the reader makes soup)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think I got super carried away with this one (also because I designed a banner)... yet, I'm so happy that you like my blog <3 and I hope you're satisfied with how I've interpreted your request <3 I attempted to make this realistic while still trying to make it romantic :> Tell me what you think!!!
You hear something creak open as you stand in the kitchen, all while you're pouring water into a pot full of browned meat. You rotate your head, watching the mahogany door leisurely squeak ajar and drag your eyes to the floor. You notice the decorated black boots with the signature gold diamond cross the frame and step onto the polished wooden floors, accompanied by the familiar sound of gentle swinging chainlinks clinking against one another.
You call out to Kaeya, your boyfriend—welcoming him back with a smile on your face as you close the pot with a metal lid. The air smells of garlic and the mouth-watering smell of meat, and you throw your thick oven mittens off to hear the man's sultry chuckle from just beyond the door.
"Well, it certainly smells good around here~" he chimes as he begins to take off his coat. "What are you making today, babe?"
"A warm and sour pork-vegetable soup with some rice~" you begin. "I recently got them from Childe, who actually visited while you were gone."
"Ohoho, so that's what was in the paper bag when he dropped the headquarters today... I actually recall him saying that it was a gift for a friend,' but I wouldn't have thought that it would have just been food."
You smile, nodding happily as you take Kaeya's coat just hanging off the tips of his fingers, slinking it onto a branch of the coat rack just in the entryway of your cozy abode.
"I'm really happy about it... tonight's dinner is a recipe that my parents had left me before I moved to Mondstadt and joined Albedo's team!" you remark, smile, and wink as you walk over to restack the awry-clothed cooking gloves.
Kaeya cracks a grin at you as he slips out of his boots and leaves them in the tile entryway, approaching the kitchen as he cracks his digits and joints and glides almost like a swan across the space. You feel him immediately wrap his arms around your waist from behind, along with pair of chapped lips pressing gently on your jawline. He's domestically adorable and cutely charming at the same time that you promptly turn around and slide your fingers through his conditioned locks, burying them in the roots of his hair. Regardless of your height, you raise yourself by standing on the balls of your feet and running your thumb across his lips, before slowly retracting your hand to cup his cheek and replacing the gesture with the sensation of your silky-soft lips. Both of you stayed like that for just about a third of a minute, floating on air
Kaeya sinks his head onto your shoulder, resting the tip of his jaw on your shoulder. He sighs of contentment and ponders on wandering thoughts with closed eyes. Perhaps this is what love is? Is it as though tenderness or affection secretes off of a person like an oozing saccharine type of honey? Or is it closer to being a chilling comfort in a swarm of heat, or the other way around? Kaeya wonders what it means. After all, being the notoriously-charming "Cavalry Captain" of Mondstadt certainly brings its reputation, and you are certainly not the first partner he's had. Yet, the way he flushes red at the very tips of his ears almost argues that he's new to romance. The manner in which he brushes his fingers through your hair while you two are talking about your day. The methods in which you two cuddle are intimate—with the two of you always facing each other and weaving your limbs around each other's bodies like meticulous and needled-to-perfection embroidery.
But it seems like there's a new scent that dangles on the edges of your clothing this time. What is it? It's... slightly floral, sweet, and just enough bitterly combined with your sweat to create a rather... intoxicating scent that attracts Kaeya like a bug to a flytrap. He's... not sure. Yet, little to his knowledge, you had bought some new candles and were mixing together some condiments and spices to test a new sauce that could go with braised pork.
"Pray... tell... is there a reason why you smell so good this evening?"
You turn to look at him confusedly (despite the fact that he rests himself on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist), and then proceed to look around the counter, searching for an inch of reason as to why your lover would prompt such a question.
"Well... I'm not sure, I know I was folding fresh laundry and aired out the blankets in the sunlight earlier this afternoon, and then after I set the bed—I started making dinner a couple of hours ago. Of course, I did get some special honey from the bag that Childe gave me, so—"
You feel a hot inhale on your clothes that breathe in you with just a smidge of desperation, and a chilly exhale that clamors with a fit of slight jealousy. While shivering at the gesticulation, Kaeya's arms tighten a little more, and his breathing hitches uncharacteristically for just a moment.
"Sorry... you talk about him so much, and I'm not... quite too sure why I feel so irked."
You ruminate on his expressions. After all, after a few months of dating, the relationship between you two feels a little stagnate. But... naturally, you come to the conclusion that he may be envious, even if the Captain himself doesn't realize it.
"I... need you..." he mutters to himself merely as a passing thought, completely forgetting that he's resting on you and following you around while you're putting things away.
"Need me for what, (preferred pet name here)?"
He lets go of you immediately, brushing himself off as he hides his face behind closed hands—praying that you don't catch a glance of his flustered expression.
"No need to worry about what I said... I was only talking to myself. I shall be in the bedroom if you need me, but I need some time to think. Alone," he says, nearly stuttering with his words as he deflects your question.
Rather strange, he's always... so straightforward with his intentions, even if his words are laced with glitter and gold. You watch as he swiftly walks off, fading into the darkness of the hallway like a fleeting shadow in the night. Kaeya vanishes with a pounding heart and a racing mind. How could he say that? How could he say such a thing to you? At this rate, he'll scare you away! No matter... he retreats behind the painted white door, shutting himself into the bedroom, where he catches the floral scent that lingered on the threads of your attire. Hurriedly, he unbuckles his belt and sets his sword sheaths and bindings gently on hanging wall hooks, letting his waist accessories simply drop to the ground. Leaning on the wall with his right arm, he looks down at the bulge growing bigger on his left side, sucking in a breath from how tight it feels in his skinny pants.
He groans, wrapping his hand behind him as he undoes his own corset with one hand—allowing it to loosen and drop down to the floor as he steps out of the black-stringed bodice. He can't stop thinking about how happy you were when you kept allowing Childe's name to escape your lips. Why talk about him so much? And Kaeya knows better than to be jealous of an acquaintance or friend or... whatever, of yours—but he can't help but just want more of you.
You are the longest partner he's ever had. The reason that lovers had left him in the past was that they couldn't handle the fact the Knights get busy from time to time.
And now that you're here, patient with him, more importantly—gentle with his heart, he's afraid to move as fast as he normally does.
He wants to bond with you. Although sex is a pleasure to relieve stress, he values and thinks of it as a way to bond. He thinks of it as a form of trust, watching one another in the barest of forms. Yet, Kaeya acknowledges himself better than to drag you into such... impure antics. He put aside his own desire, all so he can move at your pace.
But it eats away at him too.
He wants to know what it's like to truly pin you under his grasp, and kiss you in your most sensitive spots. Watching your squirm nervously... to watch you shudder, shiver, and moan at the way he touches—he's dying to view such a gorgeous sight. He wants your affection, but even more so than he does currently.
It's that he's just too afraid to ask.
But as he slips off his shirt, he brushes off his existential thoughts of desire mixed with self-loathing and overwhelming palms at his cock, thinking about you and how your clothes cling tightly to your skin. He doesn't care for your size. What matters to him? The fact that you're willing to embrace his imperfections just as much as he embraces yours. After stripping off everything but his pants, he lies in the middle of the bed with his body laid against the backmost board of the bedframe. He slips his hand beneath his briefs, letting the band gently slap against his skin before pulling down his black slacks just above his knees so that he can begin to embrace beauty.
"Embracing beauty," as in beginning to pump his hand up and down his hardened cock to the thought of you begging for him. Slumping into the mattress, he spits on his hand, letting the saliva drip down onto the tip and down his shaft. Hence why he trembles and spasms at the sudden temperature change in temperature, forcing more blood to rush down to the aroused appendage.
Unrecognizable in the haze of stimulation, you've been peeking through the slit of the door that you cracked open without him knowing.
He's kinda big...
Well, "kinda" is an understatement. You're sure as hell that if you were to put that thing inside you, it would (most likely) rip you in half, especially for a first time. But... what is it like to have sex?
He gasps, rapidly jacking himself off... muttering incoherent phrases as he runs his tongue over his lips to dampen them. "Haaaah... I love you... I love you... _______..."
You squeak, throwing your hand over your mouth to stifle your shocked babbles, but stumble through the door and collapse onto the floor. With a yelp, you try and redirect your gaze to the drawers beneath the mattress, rather than any direction pointing to Kaeya.
Attempting to lie, you frantically search for a reason as to why you're now in the room while the gentleman is only trying to please himself in the secrecy of your shared space.
"I'm sorry Kaeya, I just wanted to check on you—" you mutter, standing up wobbly.
Your gaze drifts to the pillow that Kaeya has placed over his crotch, and how his pants are slightly down. In a flustered fit, your boyfriend refuses to make eye contact with you. However, you see tears pricking at the edges of his lashes before he blinks quickly in succession and turns to you.
"Sorry that you've caught me in... this predicament, ______."
You reassure him, accepting whatever he's trying to be sorry for. Still, in your tightly clinging shirt and trousers, you climb onto the bed and crawl closer to him.
"I want to help you."
Like a lightbulb that's lit up, his eyes widen as he lifts his left palm to wipe the teardrops out of his eyes.
"I appreciate that... but are you doing this for me, or are you doing this for yourself?"
"Both."
You lean in to press a kiss against his now-moist lips while ignoring his previous reservations, and his lips waltz with passion as they dance with yours—bobbing in and out tenderly before they dive in to explore your oral cavity. His groans and your moans sing an orchestra of arousing verses, and before you know it, he's guiding you by your love handles with his calloused palms and placing you atop his thighs. Still making out with him, a smile curves on his lips, infectiously spreading to you as the both of you erupt in giggles and laughter, embracing one another as you scoot up his lap.
Fluid actions encapsulate the motions of your body. Kaeya nips at the skin on your shoulder, sucking into it as he runs his hands all over the sides of your body—eventually resulting in him trailing down to your nipples and giving them a gentle pinch with his thumb and pointer fingers.
"Is this your first time, babe?"
You nod nervously and spasm at the feeling of Kaeya's cold fingers circling around your hole. Whimpering at how thick it feels against your most sensitive parts, he only teases the rim, pressing the pads of his digits to stretch and tease the entrance so he can bond with you in a form most intimate for lovers like yourselves.
"It might hurt for just a second, okay?" Kaeya remarks, cupping your face with his left hand, looking to you for confirmation. And as you give a muffled "mhm," he teases his fingers and feels your natural lubrication suck his fingers in, plunging them in with some self-restraint.
"Ahah~ you're tight~ and I can feel you throbbing around me..." he chuckles, staring right into your lewd countenance. "You're really excited, aren't you?"
You've had passing thoughts of losing your virginity to your boyfriend. You too, have masturbated to the thought of him fucking you silly. And luckily, your fingering and self-fucking have helped deflower any previous and uncontrollable constrictions within your gummy walls. Nodding dazedly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders for stability—your legs nearly giving out, making you feel as though you're about to collapse on top of him.
He kisses your cheek, slowly inching in to start making out with you again. "You're so good... I wonder how I managed to find someone as sweet as you~" he says, beginning to nibble on the top of your earlobe as takes out his fingers gently, watching you vibrate and whimper helplessly without his touch.
With the same hand he just used to prep you, he wraps that arm around your waist and pulls your body closer to him—your chests literally snug up against each other.
"I'm going to ask this one more time... are you sure that you want this?" he mumbles, creasing his eyes with careful concern.
Adrenaline pumps through your veins to create a blur of muddled thoughts, all to where you don't even skip a beat or even reconsider your choice of words.
"As long as it's with you, I'll do anything."
Kaeya squeezes your ass, digging his fingers deep into your flesh as he bites softly into your shoulder—which elicits a whimper or a moan out of you.
"I promise to be gentle. Just make sure to tell me if it hurts," he begins, using the entirety of his strength to lower you atop his hard-on.
Just feeling the tip feels... comfortable. Comforting. It slides in, but for Kaeya, it feels like you're practically sucking him in without any regard for control. Noticing your lack of discomfort, he decides to lower you more so. And just after another inch or two (maybe about three or four in), you begin to feel the stretch and the burn. It's only when you get one more in that it feels like everything is on fire, and that your lower half is splitting in two. Mewls of pain and pleasure escape your lips—you know that the pain won't be forever, and choose to bear through him. Your panted breathing evokes a minusculely fleeting moment of anxiety in him. Before he can answer, you just keep reassuring him—and sink yourself down on your own accord. The both of you gasp, with Kaeya trembling in pleasure from the suffocation of your sensitive flesh, while tears trickle down your cheeks from the masochistic tendency and natural reaction of your body.
A minute passes of pain-wreaking havoc blended with the tingling phenomenon, sniffly tears, and hushed reaffirmation mixed with kisses that gently rid of your tears.
"You feel amazing," he remarks, embracing you tightly as he breathes in the scent of the honey-blossoms and freshener. "I'm going to move now—just relax..."
You yelp in a choked voice, feeling his balls press up against you while the entire length bottoms out inside of you. Slowly, he bucks his hips upwards into your groin as he throws his head back, brushing the bangs and locks obstructing his vision of you (who he considers his "whole world"). You catch a whiff of his cool, yet minty breath, all due to the natural composition that his body receives from his Cryo vision. Pressing your thighs together out of instinctual reaction, you close him in, accepting a slightly-more powerful thrust that's got you convulsing.
"If you keep squeezing around me like that, baby—" he utters, bouncing you up with a swift motion with a loud smack of your bodies against one another. "—I won't be able to hold myself back."
You're helpless when he mutters such a promise. With a drawn-out growl escaping Kaeya's lips, you can feel his pace quicken as you embrace him from both ends of your body—unable to ignore the knotting-like intricacies weaving in your belly at the speed of light, feeling as though the feeling will snap in half the longer he keeps up at this.
Naturally, Kaeya believes that you are his other half. While he is chilly and ice-cold at times (not just in his body, but his demeanor), you happen to be a flickering fire that lights up the whole room. Despite him taking the lead, he feels as though he's the one melting in your hands, ready to give the rest of himself to you as if he has nothing else.
He keeps pounding more, and more, and more, until neither of you can keep the feeling. You keep muttering and moaning in his ear about how you're about to finish, and he nods through hitched breaths, sharing the same unified sentiments. Cursing through his teeth, you feel his cock twitch as the pouring of a hot liquid fills your insides, practically boiling you as you cum and violently shake around him.
Collapsing around one another, he slides down the backboard stained with sweat to lay flat on the soaked and sticky bedsheets. You lay on top of him, still seizing from the pleasure from however long you lasted. After all, Kaeya makes sure he matches your pace, regardless of the speed. Subsequently followed by some deep breaths from the both of you, he chuckles, still keeping himself inside as he peppers kitten kisses on your forehead while ignoring your dozy exhaustion.
"Huff... I love you so much, babe."
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ptergwen · 2 years
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i hope i’m the first nathan request because i would be honored 🫶🏽 but that gif where he’s holding a bottle of wine…how about something with a stay at home date night 😗
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“look what i’ve got.”
nathan has a bottle of wine in hand. he smiles proudly and raises the bottle to present it to you, piquing your interest. he saunters over to where you sit at the kitchen island.
“a smooth red, aged and imported.”
“sounds expensive.”
“it is expensive.”
nathan grabs two wine glasses from his hanging glass rack. he skillfully flips them over, one handed, and sets them down on the island. you cross your arms and rest them on the island, leaning forward. you watch your boyfriend as he pours you a glass of wine.
“how’d you get it?”
“from work.”
“you mean the bar? or your side hustle?”
“what’s my side hustle?”
“scavenger hunting.”
your lips curl into a smirk. nathan hands you the glass with a lighthearted shake of his head.
“treasure hunting.”
“i know, i know. i’m kidding. did you get the wine from one of your… expeditions?”
nathan pours a glass for himself.
“nah, but that would’ve been cool. i snuck it from the bar during my last shift.”
“you don’t think they’ll miss it?”
nathan leans in closer to you.
“they’ll never know it’s gone.”
he clinks his glass with yours and sips from it. you swish the wine around before you taste it.
“damn, nate. you’re the best pickpocket in all of new york.”
“bold statement, babydoll.”
“and a true one, too. you are.”
nathan’s gaze trails down to your lips.
“aren’t i?”
he tilts his head to connect your lips. you hum into the kiss. his hand comes to the back of your neck and holds you in place, and you put down your wine so it doesn’t spill. it’s a kiss full of love and want and need.
“come sit with me.”
nate takes your chin between his fingers.
“okay.”
he pecks your lips. he grabs his wine glass by its stem and walks around to the other side of the island, sitting on the empty stool beside you. you swing your legs over so you’re facing him. nate shoots you that ever so charming smile of his, his eyes somehow shining in the dimmed light of his stylish apartment.
“do you miss the city when you’re gone? y’know, looking for treasure?”
you drink your wine while you await nate’s answer.
“yeah, all the time. it’s home. because you’re here, and you’re my home.”
“aw, nate.”
you squeeze one of his buff arms.
“you should come with sometime.”
“i dunno. i don’t think your mean friend with the cat would approve.”
“who, sully?”
“yeah, him. does he bring his cat every time you guys go looking?”
“pretty much. who’d have thought he’d have such a soft spot for the little guy? but seriously, you’d be a much better companion than sully.”
you tangle your sock clad feet with nathan’s, a half smile adorning your lips.
“your brother loved to explore, right? so you’re finishing what he started? i admire that, how you honor his legacy.“
“thanks, baby. i owe it to him. gotta do the drake name proud.”
“you will, and you do.”
nathan presses a kiss to your temple. you finish the rest of your wine, so he reaches for the bottle to pour you more.
“wait, wait, wait. you said the wine’s expensive. shouldn’t we, like, savor it?”
nate pours you another glass regardless, then tops off his own. he winks.
“don’t worry about it. i could always get us another.”
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daydreamingleclerc · 10 months
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something special about june // lauren james au
in which, lauren and her housemate-turned-girlfriend sports journalist come out on instagram during pride month 🤍
includes; slight sexual content, swearing, wlw content !
this is something v different for me! but i’ve been so in my lauren feels lately i cannot help myself. who knows. i might even write something to deepen this AU further! inspired by this article about jess carter and ann-katerin berger! enjoy xx
DISCLAIMER: i am in no way shape or form suggesting that lauren is bisexual or gay by posting this. this is simply just a form of fiction and i do not mean any harm. pictures were found on instagram and pinterest and all rights are to their original owners.
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yn✔️
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yn say cheese 😁😚❤️
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samanthakerr20 yn this is the gayest jumper i’ve ever seen
yn took notes from you clearly x
laurennjjames ❤️😚
yn 🥰❤️
ldnpride oh my god are you two…
yn lauren’s wearing a leather jacket and i’m wearing a jumper straight out of 1946 do the math x
laurennjjames ✔️
ibiza, spain
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laurennjjames winning on and off the pitch, clearly 😍
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yn i’d like to point out i got my hair done at the hotel hair salon
yn just incase ppl are confused by my hair change midway through this dump
laurennjjames i’m more concerned about the amount of people thirsting over your arse
yn don’t post it then u silly sausage
kmewis19 yn is packing in that first pic
yn do you like it 😼
yn ✔️
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yn wonder if we’ve beaten the just friends allegations now x
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laurennjjames lesbian!
yn i know u are but what am i x
laurennjjames a glorified bisexual 🤨
lew.mount put some clothes on
yn don’t tell me what to do
benchilwell you guys are NEVER going to beat the just friends allegations 🤣🤣
yn we could release a sex tape and we still wouldn’t beat the just friends allegations
reecejames how do i burn my eyes 😃
bethanyengland4 you two are so cute🥹
yn thanks bethy ❤️
laurennjjames✔️
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laurennjjames i remember when she thought she was straight until she saw me in a towel.. happy birthday to my favourite cougar ❤️
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yn cougar?! i’m 2 years older than you watch ur mouth LJ.
laurennjjames yeah babe that makes you a cougar 🤨
yn love you really 🫶🏼
laurennjjames love you too foxy lady
samanthakerr20 funny how loz and i are thé youngest ones in our relationships yet we’re the ones you answer to🤨 happy birthday yn 🤣🔥
kmewis19 you’re so evil
yn that was so uncalled for samantha sleep with one eye open tonight.
chelseawfc HBD yn 😋💙
reecejames happy birthday yn 🥂💙
yn✔️
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yn lauren cant answer ur call rn cause she’s busy reecejames
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reecejames how do i bleach my eyeballs
reecejames no ew wtf i can’t look at this
kmewis19 you two are the WORST
yn nothing wrong with a lil PDA 🫶🏼
amberrosegill stealing this pose for me and jen
yn ur welcome x
laurennjjames ✔️
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laurennjjames life lately 📸(ft the missus)
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yn wow
yn that first pic 🥰👍🏼😍🔥
yn seriously you make me so 🥰🥹
yn god.
laurennjjames okay love don’t embarrass yourself x
yn can i just say the difference in my rack compared to lauren’s is very very amusing to me
laurennjjames i love your rack
yn i 🫶🏼 ur ironing board too ig
samanthakerr20 🔥🔥
mbrighty04 fashion is unmatched
yn ✔️
lake como, italy
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yn the one where the lesbians went to italy and got kicked out of an art gallery for snogging
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laurennjjames why’d you have to post the pic of you in the green dress 🤤🤤🤩
yn bc i love it when you get all mushy
laurennjjames i don’t think mushy is the word you’re looking for 😍😼
samanthakerr20 is that…. yn in JEANS?!?!
yn it was a one off and it’s never going to happen again.
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garbbitch · 3 months
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i have a request!! maybe julien talking about her crush on reader (who is also a singer and maybe part of a band) but she’s like super duper femme, and people starts shipping them online maybe
do ur magic!! thank u (and pls pls pls)
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this was such a creative ask. i love this.
i’m gonna do this as little moments from interviews n stuff where she’s talking about reader and her crush on her and as time goes on their relationship.
julien was scrolling instagram while lucy was playing music in the background of the tour bus when she heard a song by you playing in the background
"who sings this?" she asked lucy as she tapped her foot to the beat of the song. "(Y/N)" lucy said back not looking up from her own phone. julien googled you, she thought the song was catchy. she saw your picture pop up on google and blushed a little. she saw the first photo and tapped it, it was from your instagram. she scrolled through your curated feed seeing all of the outfits you wear on tour. lucy looked over at julien and saw a blush creeping across her cheeks. "what're you looking at?" she asked. "hmm?" julien peeled her eyes away from the screen, "i found (Y/N)'s insta. she's pretty. have we met her before?" she found herself scrolling through your feed. lucy smirked a little, "you got a crush jb?" she asked loud enough to catch pheobe's attention. pheobes head picked up from her phone. "ohmigosh who is it?" she said quickly walking over to julien to look over her shoulder. julien hid her screen from phoebe. "none of your business." she said with a twinge of sass in her voice. "it's (Y/N), we met her at that party that one time, remember." lucy said to pheobe. julien racked her brain for a time of meeting you. "when?" she turned her head to them. "aww look she's blushing." pheobe said to lucy ignoring her question. julien got frustrated and flipped them off before walking into a different area of the tour bus.
she doesn't mean to but she literally constantly talks about you now that she remembers who you are
like when boygenius did their first Zane Lowe interview when The Record came out she brought up her "crush" constantly
she also saw that you reposted The Record announcement on instagram and freaked out
"oh my gosh, did you guys see?" she said all giddy looking at her phone. "aww" pheobe and lucy said in unison when julien showed them the story post. julien flipped them off. "shut up." she said quietly as she found your tiktok page. she saw some tiktoks you had made recently talking about your tour while doing a get ready with me video.
a couple weeks later when julien was going on a tiktok detox (i get this vibe from her, she has her moments idk) lucy was scrolling and saw an edit of you and julien in the same video
she kept her mouth shut and only sent it to julien. "what is this?" she asked her as she tapped the link. "just watch it, i think you'll like it." she said as julien's eyes quite literally lit up when she saw that it was an edit of the both of you. she scrolled through the comments where everyone was saying that y'all would be cute together. she blushed and then she saw a comment by you on the post. [y/n]: OMG we should recreate this she felt her face heat up when she saw it.
after this she literally redownloaded tiktok and went down a rabbit hole of watching edits of you
she also loved the comments of people shipping the 2 of you
she felt like a sily fan-girl
pheobe and lucy didn't let her forget it either
they teased her constantly
one night after a show lucy talked her into sliding into your dm's
"she probably won't even see it, what's the point?" julien said to lucy as they walked onto the tour bus. "you'll stop loudly swooning." lucy said back. "i am not loudly swooning." julien tried to defend herself. "yes you are." she said back to her before climbing into her bunk to relax after the show. julien sat in her bunk thinking of whether or not she should dm you. she wrote and wrote several different messages and sent none of them. "what should i even say?" she said to lucy. lucy rolled over and groaned a little. "i dunno, use that charisma that makes you a foot taller." lucy said before adding "just be you." she said sincerely. she gave up on actually saying something and liked your story. she swiped up on it. [julienrbaker]: i love your style she turned off her phone and went to bed.
for the next couple of weeks y'all texted and she sent you tickets to the msg show.
she did send you an extra one just in case you had someone you'd rather bring with you
the week before the show you were featured on gayotic and talked about being invited to the msg show by one of the members of boygenius and twitter literally erupted
julien was getting sent screenshots from lucy and pheobe about this and they were laughing their asses off about it
julien was wildly embarassed by this fact
at the show she was already super nervous but everytime she saw you in the crowd when she was even more nervous.
she had someone find you during the set and invite you back stage
when you met her you ran up to her and hugged her. she was caught off gaurd but leaned into the hug.
"you look great!" julien said to you pulling back a little from the hug admiring the outfit you were wearing. "you don't look too bad yourself" you said to her. you both walked together for her to put some stuff away. "you wanna see your instagram melt down?" you asked her as you got an idea. she looked at you puzzled. "what do you mean?" she asked a little confused. "get someone to take a picture of us." you said back to her. she looked at you a little confused. "just do it, it'll be funny. people have been frothing at the mouth since i brought boygenius up on gayotic." you said to her. she got lucy to come over and take a couple pictures of you guys. as you guys took pictures you were hugging and laughing as you took pictures and you felt your stomach flutter with butterflies with the closeness of julien. you guys both paused in place like you both had the same thought and wanted the same thing but lucy just snapped a pic of you guys looking deeply into eachother's eyes. lucy giggled before handing you back your phone. "send me that last one." she said as she walked out.
you sent her that one and with in the second you sent it it was posted on her feed
of course she tagged you and julien
your phones began to melt in your hands and you and julien could only laugh.
i hope this is what you wanted. this was intruiging to me and i had a good idea, i'm not sure if i did it good.
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mishapocalyse · 1 year
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hii!!¡ ✨so i hav an idea for a request!!¡ and it just came 2 me but yegh I wud love if u cud do a lil sumthin wiv female reader wher ur at the fairground? mayb tryin rlly hard 2 win a game so u can get a huuge teddy n who else shud come along but soldier boy himself n he wins it 4 u n ofc ur starstruck!!🤩🧸✨ idk mayb he's ther 4 publicity prob but do whatever i luv ur writing so hav fun n run wiv it lol💕🍭 tysm bby!!✨υ´♡⁠ ﻌ ♡⁠`⑅υ
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Three in a Row and You Can Get The Girl
Description: You wanted that giant teddy bear and you were not going to leave the fairground until it was yours. It really helped when America's masked crusader comes to your aid.
Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language. Sweet, toothache cuteness
Note: This request is another fave and I love it so much. My heart yearns for sweet Soldier Boy. Also to add--some do not understand the idea of fan fiction and how you can ultimately change a bit of the character's personality to your liking. That is the entire idea of fan fiction. Yes I know Soldier Boy is as a whole-a butt, and is overall written as a terrible person. However, I like to think that in the presence of women- from what I have seen from small parts of the show, he had some potential to be super sweet to women.
Also...I can do what I want.
"Ah, I'm sorry pretty lady, but you need about five more wins if you're wanting the 62" teddy." The service worker at the ring toss stand politely told you, as you deflated, a bit disappointed.
You stepped to the side not wanting to get in the way of others, but you were seriously eyeing that teddy for yourself.
You had come to the fairgrounds alone since your date had stood you up for the third time this week.
You didn't care though. You only knew the guy a few months.
Besides, you were at the fair, having fun. Riding rides, eating the amazing food from some of the vendors, and playing the games with such confidence that probably by the end of the night you will win that huge teddy.
Hopefully.
"Wanna try again? " The service work from the ring toss said.
You thought about it for a second before nodding and putting away the container of food you had gotten earlier. Stepping up to the plate, you readied yourself for yet another round of ring toss.
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Soldier Boy huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"We are so sorry that this happened. We had no idea that Homelander would be here. He didn't even book a venue-" The super soldier held up a hand to his PR committee.
"Shut up-just shut the fuck up. Christ on a cross, I need a fucking minute." With that, he stumbled out of the tent and out towards the rest of the fair.
It was supposed to be his publicity "Welcome Back" stunt, but the caped dickhole had to come and ruin it. Soldier Boy grumbled as he walked around, trying his best to collect his thoughts before he did something stupid. Rounding a corner, he stumbled into the rows of games.
"Ah, you almost got it honey! I'll let you try one more time for free okay?" Soldier boy heard loud and clear.
Then his eyes landed on you.
You were leaning forward trying to throw the rings on the bottles in front of you. You would get a couple and lose on the last throw. It was always the last throw with those things.
"Sorry sweetheart. You played a good game! Maybe next time you'll win the big guy. I mean, you could get it in a different way- if you know what I mean" You smiled sweetly in return until he had said that last part and you immediately frowned.
Soldier Boy didn't know what he was doing, but before he know it he had walked right up to the stand and wrapped his arm around you instinctively.
"Howdy there darlin'. Been looking everywhere for you. Which one are you trying to get?" They way you stared at him made him feel a different type of way. The service worker stumbled over his words while Soldier Boy placed a twenty dollar bill onto the counter.
"I got you, Princess." he says as you continued to rack your brain around what had occurred.
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"Uh, good game...sir." Soldier Boy plucked the giant bear off of the hook and held it towards you. You grinned as you hugged it.
"I'm taking both of these--show some goddamn respect to the ladies. Get fucked." Soldier Boy said as he plucked another bear off of another hook to carry and to give to you later.
You had thanked him profusely and stumbled over your words. You told him he did not have to do any of that.
"I wanted to. Saw the way you looked when you tried your hardest to win that stuffed animal."
"It was pathetic." You finished his statement with a laugh.
He chuckled along with you.
"Not exactly. Thought it was mighty cute if I'm being honest." He reached over to pat your head.
"Hey! Soldier Boy! We need you for photo-op! Where the hell have you been?" The two of you looked at each other, before Soldier shook his head.
"I have to get going. Mind taking my place with the other big guy?" He asked holding out the similarly fashioned teddy bear.
You nodded quickly as you reached out to grab the bear from his hands.
"What was your name again?" He questioned, not yet letting go of the bear in his hand.
"Oh, I never told you my name, It's Y/N. Y/N L/N. You?" A spark in eyes appears as he lets go.
"The hero name is Soldier Boy, you probably already knew that. But you can call me Ben, Princess." Smiling a goofy smile you shake your head and wave your goodbyes. Turning, you could hear him call after you.
"Meet me at the concession stands near the Funhouse later! Wanna' win some more things for ya'." You gave him a thumbs up, as you finally decided that maybe, just maybe, getting stood up was not such a bad thing to happen as you had thought.
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thelovelylolly · 11 months
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Hii, first of all congrats with ur followers, ur blog is awesome and u r so underrated! I was wondering if you could maybe do a frank castle x lil sister reader where frank after the accident with his family told her he didnt want her to have anything to do with her too "keep her safe" because we all know how he is like that. And then later on he finds out she became damn good navy pilot but got in a plane crash?
Sorry if this is too much lol ofcourse only write if you feel comfortable doing so :))
Fly Away
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Summary : You brother, your best friend, pushes you way after losing his wife and kids to "keep you safe". But the next time Frank sees you, he may be too late. Warnings : you already know its angst time baby, mentions of death, mention of near-death experience, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries, plane crash, platonic frank x reader! Notes : hi! thank you for the kind words and the request! i hope you enjoy it <3 (also sorry for taking so long to write and post this, ive been feeling under the weather for a few days but im feeling a bit better now!)
"You can't keep doing this, Frank! You can't keep pushing me away!"
You and Frank had been arguing with each other for at least an hour now. It had been a few months since he had lost his wife and kids, the funeral only being a week or so ago. He slowly drifted away from you in that time, trying to push you further and further away. As his only family left, you stayed by him through it all. You didn't want him to grieve by himself, you didn't want him to be alone.
"You don't understand," Frank grumbled in reply.
"I don't understand?! Tell me what I don't understand!"
"I've been fighting a war for years now and I come back to my family, to my wife, only for them to be taken away from me! I just got them back and now, they're gone! Every night, I have nightmares and now it's not just from those nights overseas. It's from that day at the park...the day I lost everything."
"But you didn't lost everything, Frank-"
"I did! I did lose everything that day! They were my everything. Maria, Lisa, and Frankie were my everything! They were my family, my life. They were the reason I fought for this country."
"So, what? A-am I nothing to you?" You asked, tears starting to sting your eyes. You didn't want to cry in front of your brother, but he just brushed you off like you were nothing. Like you were by his side through everything, through thick and thin.
"You know I don't mean it like that-"
"No, I know exactly what you mean. You don't want me here, you want me to leave you alone. Since you clearly don't care about me, I guess I'll be going."
You grabbed your bag and started towards the door. You knew Frank wanted to say something, but he just wouldn't. You stopped in front of the door, looking back at him.
"Maria was my sister. Lisa and Frankie were my niece and nephew. I loved them. They were my family, too. You weren't the only person who lost family that day."
With that, you left, slamming the door behind you. Frank stood still, holding back tears until your car drove off. Then, he broke down. He sat down on the couch and sobs racked his body. He shouldn't have said those things to you. You stayed by his side through everything and all he wanted to do was push you away, to keep you safe.
Frank got want he wanted and his house had never felt lonelier.
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One year. One entire year passed since Frank heard from you. He was too busy seeking revenge for his family to try to contact you and if he did, it may put you in danger. Once he discovered what had really happened that day at the park and got the justice he wanted, Frank went underground.
He thought that was it. He would live with the nightmares of war and losing his family. He would live with the regret of pushing you away.
Until he saw a news story. 'TOP NAVY PILOT NEARLY KILLED IN CRASH.'
Frank thought it was nothing, but then he read the pilot's name. Your name. Frank immediately wanted to find you, to see you and apologize. He wanted to fix things before it was too late, but no one could reach him. He wasn't Frank Castle anymore.
So, he called in a favor from Madani. She helped him the best she could. She found the hospital you were at, scheduled a visit for him with his fake name, and made sure it would be private.
The day of the visit, Frank had drove to the hospital but hesitated going in. What if you didn't want to see him? Were you even conscious? How bad were your injuries? The thought of you laying limp in a hospital bed broke his heart. Maybe it was a bad idea to come-
No, he was your brother. He was the last of your family. He was going to see you.
Frank got out of the car and walked into the hospital, keeping his head low as he approached the front desk. The sweet lady at the front desk told him where your room was and he thanked her before going through the sterile halls.
He stopped in front of your door, your name being written on a small board in dry erase marker. No one else was in the hallway, but Frank could hear the hum of nurses and machines just around the corner. He kept looking at the room number and your name, like he was unsure if it was the right room.
Finally, Frank took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He braced himself for the worst. There you were, laying in a hospital bed with wires and tubes attached to you. You were looking out the window, at the sky. When the door shut, you finally looked over.
Your soft smile faltered when you saw Frank. You could already feel tears pooling in your eyes and your bottom lip begin to quiver. It took him a whole year and a near death experience to find you, but he was here now.
"Frank," you said softly, trying to smile through your tears.
Frank smiled back and quickly crossed the room to be at your side. He pulled up a chair and took your hand in his, running his thumb over the back of your hand.
"W-what are you doing here?" You asked, using your other hand to try to wipe away the tears that had slipped down your cheeks.
"I'm here to see you, I...I saw what happened and I was so scared that I would lose you. I-I needed to see you before it was too late," he answered, tearing up himself.
"I was scared I wasn't going to s-see you again, Frank. I thought I was going to d-die and never get to apologize."
"Apologize? Why would you have to apologize? I was the one acting like a jerk."
"I treated you unfairly, Frank. You were grieving and I wanted to be there, but you didn't need me there all the time. I should've just left you alone-"
"No. I should've let you stayed with me, I-I was being stubborn and I wish I didn't push you away. I regret that everyday."
You took a shaky breath and squeezed Frank's hand. "I wish I found you sooner. I missed you so much, Frank."
"I missed you, too."
He leaned forward and brushed a loose piece of hair out of your face and wiped some of the stray tears away. He then sat back in his chair, his hand still in yours. "So, flying, huh?"
You laughed. "Top of my class."
Frank stayed there for hours, holding your hand and talking to you. He missed this.
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mushiewrites · 1 year
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hiiii :D
what about 13 ("youre usually so tough...") and 29 ("someone told me your little secret...") with lee!sap and ler!dream?? that sounds pretty solid to me :)
- cal <3
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hehehehe hi angel! i finished this so quick and ur at work so u dont even get to read this before it's posted >:D
prompt 13 - "You're usually so tough..." / prompt 29 - "Someone told me your little secret..."
“A little birdy told me something interesting today.” Sapnap turned his chair around from his computer, seeing Dream leaning against the doorframe to his room with a hand holding the top of it. He reached his other hand up and leaned his body forward, stretching and letting out a deep sigh when he lowered his arms. 
“What?” The younger boy questioned, watching as Dream made his way into his room, striding over to where he sat and stood in front of him. Their knees bumped against each other as the blonde rocked back and forth on his heels, a huge smile plastered on his face.
“Someone told me your little secret…” Dream leaned down towards Sapnap’s ear, speaking quietly as if someone might hear them. He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning back to look up at Dream as he racked his brain for what his friend could possibly mean. 
“My secret…?” Sapnap glanced around his room, not because he was looking for anything hidden, but trying to figure out if he had shared anything with anyone recently. He was drawing a blank and eventually looked back up at Dream with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 
“I could always show you?” Dream offered, hands now clasped in front of his waist as he tried to sound as sweet as possible. Sapnap was skeptical, figuring this would possibly end up as a trap, but was too curious to talk himself out of agreeing. So, he gave the older boy a half shrug and a nod, a little “mhm” as a response for consent.  
“Okay. Just close your eyes.” 
“What? Dream, no. What is this?” Sapnap immediately was defensive, pushing his chair back to stand up, but being pushed down again by a strong grip on his shoulder. Dream moved his hand from Sapnap’s shoulder and instead grabbed the arms of the chair, gliding it on its wheels as he pulled it backwards towards the smaller boy’s bed. “Whahat are you doing?!” 
“Sorry, I figured this would be easier this way.” Dream shrugged as he finally came to a stop, sitting on the edge of Sapnap’s bed and pulling the chair as close to him as possible. The blonde moved his legs on either side of the chair, Sapnap’s legs fitting between his own as he closed them, wrapping his shins around the brunette’s to prevent him from pushing himself back.
“What are you-”
“Just trust me! Close your eyes and I’ll show you! I promise I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you, Sap.” 
“Ugh. Fine. But if you do hurt me, on purpose or not, I’m kicking your ass.” Dream barked out a laugh at the threat, nodding his head to let Sapnap know he understood. The younger boy let out a shaky sigh, clearly nervous as his legs began to bounce quickly and his fingers began to fidget with each other. 
“Okay. I’m gonna show you now, okay?
“Uh huh…”
Dream smiled, leaning forward slightly and using two fingers to gently but quickly glide up the underneath of Sapnap’s chin, causing him to let out a gasp, followed by a giggly whine as his eyes flew open. His face was bright red already, clearly embarrassed with the knowledge of the secret that had been shared. Under Sapnap’s chin was certainly a sensitive area, but when done right, could leave the boy in a melty, giggly state of mind.
“Nohoho! D-Dreheam, thihis-”
“What? This is what? Tell me, baby boy.” Dream demanded lightly, smiling when Sapnap let out another whine, bringing his hands down to his thighs to grip onto the fabric of his shorts, not knowing what to do with them besides open and close his fists through his giggles.
“Nohot fair!” 
“I think it’s perfectly fair. It’s just a melty spot! You love this, don’t you, Sapnap?” Dream brought his other hand up to join the fingers already in motion, leaning the heels of his hands on either side of Sapnap’s jaw before using all of his fingers to gently skitter up and down the underside of his chin. 
Sapnap couldn’t stop himself from nodding at the question, breaking out into helpless laughter, although still light and airy, as he completely melted into Dream’s hands. The blonde could feel how much the squirmy boy was leaning into the tickles, clearly loving the treatment he was receiving. 
“This really is a melty spot for you, isn’t it? I can’t believe this! You’re usually so tough…” Dream smirked at the slight jab to Sapnap, spidering his fingers a little quicker with slightly more pressure.
“Dreheheam!” Sapnap giggled out his name once more, making the elder giggle along with him. The blush on the brunette’s cheeks had spread onto his nose, which was scrunched from the continuous laughter that was pouring out of him. 
As much as Dream would’ve loved to continue tickling Sapnap like this until the end of time, he knew how much this flustered him. The blonde decided to spare him the embarrassment, especially of the snorts that he was advised would come after a few minutes of this.
Dream slowly moved his hands out from under Sapnap’s chin, smiling fondly at the final giggles that were still making their way out into the open air. The younger boy brought his hands up to the buzzing spot, rubbing with both of his palms to help ease the tingles that were still somehow populating under his skin, keeping him giggly and smiling. 
“Who…who told you?” Sapnap asked bashfully, moving his hands from under his chin to rub them on either side of his face, along the soft skin of his cheeks and down to the thick hair of his beard covering his jaw. 
“Karl.” Dream giggled simply, laughing harder when Sapnap let out an animalistic growl in response. 
“I’m gonna wreck his shit the next time I see him, I swear to God. That little….that little….” 
“Little….?”
“Hold on! I’m trying to think of an insult that isn’t actually mean..” 
“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous. Just say you’re in love and get married already.” 
Sapnap laughed along with Dream this time, always finding the shipping jokes hilarious. But even though he was laughing, Sapnap wouldn’t forget the betrayal from Karl. He smirked and chuckled to himself as he hatched a plan in his mind, immediately putting it into motion.
“So Dream, you wanna hear some secrets about Karl?”
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