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themisimagines · 9 months

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prompt generator: person a and person b sharing a bath content: smut under the cut! - self loving, bathtub shenanigans characters: artem, fem!reader

Thank god it's the weekend. You leave the office at 7, a feat given all that's gone on this week, and pop your head into Celestine's office to say goodbye, thinking you might swing by Artem's office to try and convince him to leave work with you. Unfortunately, he's in Celestine's office already when you look in, and they seem to be in deep conversation.

"Have a good weekend," Celestine chimes. Artem raises his hand in parting. You look wistfully at him, but decide to head home first.

Artem texts you on your way out.

Your heart warms. He probably knew that you were looking forward to your first free weekend in weeks, having barely had the time to spend with each other beyond curling up together, exhausted, in bed each night, and blearily getting ready for work in the mornings.

Another text. <Don't eat too many snacks.> Ugh, this man knows you too well.

When you finally reach the home you share with Artem, you can almost literally feel the ache in your neck and shoulders from hunching over documents and screens, so you decide to run a hot bath. It's almost criminal that neither of you spend much time in this bath, with it's beautiful city views and skyline. But to be fair, you both only moved in together three months ago, and that was round about the time work started to pick up again. You even take out a precious bubble bath solution you've been saving for a special occasion, the scent of lavender and hibiscus foaming up underneath the running water.

As the bath runs, you pop in a record on the vintage player Artem picked up from his parents recently, and both of you have been enjoying going to markets searching for records, your recent favourites being jazz ballads, the crackle and pop of these old records invoking a different time entirely. The music drifts into the bathroom as you turn off the taps, stripping down and stepping gingerly into the bath, fragrant steam wafting into your face.

Oh, this is nice. You fiddle a bit with the water temperature before it's finally perfect, and then you sink in, closing your eyes blissfully.

<Tell me why we don't take baths on a daily basis again? Are you home soon, by the way?> You grab your phone and send to Artem, snapping a picture of your legs, just obscured by the bubbles.

The feel of the water caressing your body and against your tired muscles is soothingly erotic, and you feel a familiar jolt of arousal flowing down your body. Your hands run up and down your soft inner thighs, the arc of your collarbones, luxuriating in the sensation.

Ding! Artem has messaged you back. <Almost home.>

Then, a follow up: <It's not good for our water bill or the environment to take so many baths, but I agree with you that ours is underused.> You laugh. Ever the practical boyfriend.

Still, if he's still on the way, that leaves you free to take care of... some business. Your hands plunge back into the water, stroking your thighs, your breasts, slowly teasing at your nipples to send delicious shivers up your spine. All the while, the water swirls around you, making you even more excited. One hand drifts further downwards, settling onto your clit, and you draw slow, lazy circles around it, letting a slow pressure build up in your core.

The music swells, and you let yourself enjoy each and every sensation, a small moan escaping your mouth and echoing around the bathroom, your back arching slightly as you chase the peak of your pleasure. One of your fingers is just tracing your opening, ready to slip in, when a knock sounds on the bathroom door, and Artem peeks in.

Startled, you sit bolt upright, almost getting a mouthful full of suds.

"Sorry," Artem apologises for startling you. "Just wanted to let you know I'm home, and I'll be making dinner downstairs. Come down when you're ready.

From the crack through the door, you see that his tie has been loosened slightly, hair slightly rumpled from the day. Even though he's interrupted your moment, you can't help but appreciate how much of a goddamn gentleman he is, barely allowing himself a glimpse of you in the bath. Artem is about to close the door when you call for him to wait.

"Come and join me in the bath," you ask. "We did get one that was big enough for two, after all."

The door freezes, and even though you can't see Artem anymore, you can sense he is debating furiously with himself on the other side of the door.

"Please?" you wheedle. "The water is still nice and warm."

When the door next opens, it does so uncertainly, and Artem blushes upon seeing your clothes tossed haphazardly around the bathroom, the bubbles leaving very little to the imagination. It's hardly as if you both haven't seen each other naked before, but you always sense that Artem is holding himself back, too aware of trying to perform the part of gentleman for you, being overly considerate of your needs. Always too afraid to let his eyes linger for too long, or his hands to rest too inappropriately (except in the heat of the moment), afraid that you might think him crude or impolite.

You take charge of the situation. "Clothes off, Mr. Wing. Now."

His hands hesitate at his shirt-buttons, but then he steels his spine and strips off his clothing efficiently, letting you admire the hard planes and lines of his body, so often hidden away behind suits, which, while flatteringly cut, look much better off him. Belt and trousers join the pile on the floor, and you can sense that Artem is itching to refold his clothes nicely instead of leaving them there, so you launch a distraction tactic, rising in the bath so that the tops of your breasts are just visible, watching his eyes drawn to them as the blush in his cheekbones grows higher and higher.

"Should I just - get in?" He stutters. It's so cute to see him embarrassed. He clears his throat, and although he shifts from side to side, you can see his cock twitch slightly, already half-hardening before he's even in the bath. You slide your knees up to make space, and he climbs in, careful not to let the water splash out, although it's dangerously close to doing so, with an extra person in the tub.

It's almost comical to see him curl up so tightly into himself, trying to avoid touching you. Arms hugging his knees as he watches you intently. You stretch your legs out so they just barely graze the sides of your legs.

"Are you really comfortable like that?" You tease, leaning forward and putting your face closer to his. He continues to stare.

"Come on, stretch out." You try to get him to loosen up. "The point of a bath is to relax, after all. No point in getting even more tense, right?"

"You... hm." He conceeds, stretching his limbs out tentatively, but it's an awkward tangle of limbs with you both sitting opposite each other. Then, you have an idea.

"Artem, what if we sat facing the same direction? I could just nestle myself between your legs. That would solve our space issue, and we'd be more comfortable."

He thinks about it. "I don't dislike the idea."

You stand up to spin around, your body covered in suds, and Artem politely averts his eyes a little, face still red, although you're not sure if it's from the steam or embarrassment at this point. You settle down between his legs, gently pressing up against his chest, and give a sigh of contentment. Artem is the best pillow anyone could ask for. As you purr and squirm to find a comfortable position, you feel a distinct hardness growing against your back and stifle a laugh to yourself. Artem's hands settle awkwardly around the curve of your waist, as if he's holding himself back from letting them wander.

"Comfortable?" you tease.

"Hn." He agrees. His cock has grown to full length now, and you can't help but rub yourself against it, feeling him stiffen. You turn your face slightly behind to look at him, and he doesn't dare to meet your eyes.

"You have soap on your face." He says in a matter of fact tone, reaching a hand out to wipe off soap bubbles on your nose very seriously. You giggle in response, then close the gap to kiss him, gently at first, then deepening it, still rubbing yourself slowly against his cock. You slide one of his hands up your body, encouraging him to grab onto your breast, and faced with so much stimulation, Artem loses control and lets out a small moan into your mouth.

That tiny noise is a sudden breaking of the floodgates, and you can almost hear him think, fuck it, as his hands surge up to hold your body closer to his, hips thrusting upwards greedily between the curves of your ass. Panting, you both break apart the kiss, and Artem dives for your neck, licking and sucking the soft skin until you are sure he will leave a bruise. Rolling your nipples between his clever fingers until he draws out a desperate cry from you, the other hand teasing your clit, your entrance, just barely slipping a finger in. You are writhing and completely at his mercy, reaching behind you to stroke his cock.

"Bed?" Artem asks, voice rough with desire. But you can't be bothered with all that now - getting out of the bath, drying yourself, all that nonsense. You want him now.

"I have a better idea," you reply, then turn around so that you are facing him again, sitting on top of him, nestling his cock between your thighs. He makes an attempt to continue with the foreplay, but you stop him.

"I need you, now." you beg him, and like the gentleman he is, he lets you climb on top of him, lining his cock up with your entrance, sliding into your slick warmth. You both cry out at the sensation, taking a few moments to stretch out and get used to the feeling. Then you slide up and down his cock, panting and not caring that the bathwater is sloshing onto the tiles below, probably getting all your clothes wet.

Artem throws his head back, until you can see the line of his throat, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hands are unceasing, moving to play with your breasts, guiding your waist as you plunge again and again on his cock.

An angle hits particularly well for both of you, and Artem opens his eyes, a wild abandon in them. He seizes your hips and thrusts his hips upwards, creating great swells in the water, but hitting that spot again and again until you feel like you are about to explode, begging him not to stop.

"I'm going to cum –!" you cry. "Please don't stop, oh, don't stop Artem!"

His hips drive into you faster and faster until you hit your orgasm, clenching around him. The tightness drives him over the edge, and with a last few thrusts, he follows suit, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his cum.

You collapse against his chest, breathing heavily, both locked in an embrace. Artem doesn't let you rest for too long, as he taps your shoulder.

"We'd better get out, or you'll catch a cold."

"Can't you let a girl bask in post-orgasm glory for a few minutes at least?" You complain, although you know he's right - the bathwater has gone cold during the time that you both were otherwise engaged. You peer out at the floor, where half the water seems to have tipped out onto. Artem catches what you're looking at and grabs your shoulders.

"On second thought, wait. Let me grab some towels for the floor, I don't want you to slip." He steps out of the bath and you watch him leave, sighing happily at what a thoughtful boyfriend you have.

#tears of themis #tears of themis smut #artem wing #artem wing smut #tot smut #artem wing x reader #artem smut #artem x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot imagines #how tf did this end up as almost 2k words of smut??

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jamdoughnutmagician · 4 months

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New Year's Eve Kisses.

Steve Harrington x Reader (Fluff)

Just a short and fluffy NYE drabble with Steve, heavily based on this scene from Friends

Posting this a little early but whatever 🤷‍♀️

Word Count:668

Masterlist / Steve Harrington Masterlist.

The party is in full swing with everyone gathered in Steve’s house for a new year’s eve celebration. There’s banners, decorations and food and drink aplenty as all the party-goers stand around chatting in their groups.

“Yes! ‘87 baby! It’s finally going to be my year, Harrington. I can feel it!” Eddie beams brightly, his wide smile stretching across his face.

“Good luck, man.” Steve cheered back, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re both happy for you, Ed.” you smile at your friend, although you wish you could share his enthusiasm about the new year drawing to a close.

You and Steve had been only dating for a few months, and Eddie was the only one who knew about you two. An unfortunate moment where he accidentally caught you both making out in a dark corner in The Hideout one time. Truth be told, Eddie didn’t think too much about it until he saw you leave the bar hand-in-hand with a matching pair of smiles on either of your faces.

Eddie noticed how your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes, and a worry set it’s place in his chest.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“We wanted to kiss at midnight, but nobody else is going to, so we can’t either.” you explain with a sad tone in your voice.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” Eddie says with a nod. “Just let your old pal Eddie sort it all out.” he tells you all too confidently.

Eddie makes his way over to Robin where she is already enthusiastically beginning to countdown the seconds until midnight.

“33! 32! 31-”

“-Hey Rob-” Eddie interrupts. “Who are you kissing at midnight, huh? Chrissy or Nancy?”

“What?” she replies in confusion.

“You gotta kiss somebody. You’re gay, so you’re not gonna kiss Steve.” Eddie explains further.

“So who’s going to kiss Steve?”

“Y/N is.”

“Really?” She smirks, cocking her head to the side.

“Look, who would you rather have kiss Steve, me or y/n Eddie says with a quirked eyebrow.

“Oh definitely Y/n.” she decides all too quickly. “I suppose I’ll kiss Chrissy.”

“That’s great!” he smiles at her, with a pat on her shoulder before moving his way around the party.

“Hey Chrissy!” Eddie shouts over to her above the music. “Robin’s going to kiss you at midnight!”

“Oh okay! Sounds good!” her cheeks flush pink at the idea of kissing that cute girl from the school’s band that she’d had a secret crush on for a while.

“Nance! Nance!” Eddie shouts, getting her attention as he makes his way towards her. “I’m going to kiss you at midnight, okay?”

“What?” she shakes her head, her dark curls bouncing as she does.

“Everybody’s kissing someone, so I’m going to kiss you. Plus you can’t kiss Steve, you two have that whole weird history going on.”

“And?” she shakes her head once more, as if she wasn’t quite following what Eddie was putting forward.

“Besides, Jonathan’s not here, so who would you rather have kiss you, me or Robin?” Eddie asks, with a confident nod of his head.

“Robin’s lovely, but I just don’t swing that way.” She confesses.

“Great.” Eddie smiles.

The countdown to midnight draws closer and closer as everyone gathers by the television in Steve’s living room.

“3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!!” Everyone cheers, as they hug and peck the lips of their respective New years eve partners.

You wind your arms around Steve’s neck to bring him closer as his hands find their home on your hips, giving you a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

Steve leans in close to you, his lips softly brushing against yours in a sweet kiss.

“Happy New Year, Honey.”

“Happy New Year, Stevie.” you smile back at him, your eyes sparkling with love for the boy in front of you.

You couldn’t be more happy to have your Stevie in your life, and sharing a kiss with him at midnight was the perfect way to ring in the new year.

@itsfreakingbats @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfirebunnyxx @onegirlmanytales @reidsbtch @willowsgrl @mrsjellymunson

#Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x female reader #Steve Harrington x reader fluff #Steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington x reader fanfiction

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anakinsgirlfriendreal · 7 months

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Parts Of The Truth

Chapter Eight

Warnings: 18+, foul language, maybe some misspelling, infidelity, angst, family issues, discussions of pregnancy and abortion, honestly can't think of anything else lmk.

Padme, placed the phone back in her purse, nervously playing with the hem of her dress, she smiled at the couple across the table. Old friends from Anakin's college days.

"He's on his way, lost track of time with work," she excuses her husband's lateness.

"Oh, so he hasn't changed at all," Owen laughs.

His wife leans into him, "I'd hope he has, from what I remember he was quite a ladies man."

Padme laughs awkwardly, sucking in as much air as her lungs can take and breathing out again, "maybe we should order drinks." She beckons the waiter.

Fifteen minutes later Anakin finally arrives, kissing Padme's cheek and greeting his friends. She smiles when he sits next to her, his hand on her leg. Her face falls when she smells it; when she smells her, the smell of fresh roses and ocean breeze, a combination that could make anyone happy made her sick. Her mind tuned out the voices around her, the music playing in the restaurant, the laughter of their friends just background noise as her eyes zero in on his appearance, noticing every detail, the small wrinkles in his suit, the way he smelled, the way his hair was a little messy. Her breathing got heavy and she felt her heart beating in her ears. She stood up suddenly drawing attention from the trio around her. "Uh, sorry, I just- I need to use the bathroom," she excuses herself.

He looks up at her, "What's the matter love?" He asks his eyes soft. She shook her head, smiling.

"Maybe I should've stayed light on the margaritas, I'll be back." She walks away from the table and further into the bistro where the bathroom was.

Locking the door, she tried to calm herself down, gripping the sink, he felt her tears fall, she tried to compose herself, she lets out a small sob. Lately she'd been crying a lot; every time he came home smelling like roses, like the freshness of the ocean, every time he came home with his suit wrinkled or his hair disheveled claiming he was just stressed at work and got a bit comfortable, every time he'd reject her because he wasn't in the mood, every time he'd yell at her for pushing the idea of adoption or every time he didn't come home and didn't call to say where he was or if he was okay.

She dried her tears, reaching for her phone in her purse, finding your number.

You groan, reaching for your phone on the coffee table, pausing your show, you couldn't sleep so you decided to melt your brain with whatever garbage was trending, and the interruption was highly unwelcomed. Your mood lightened when you realized it was Padme.

"Padme hey" you smile as of she could see you over the phone, your mood dampens when you hear her voice, she sounded so sad.

"Hey, I just- I don't know why I called I don't know what's wrong with me I just needed to talk."

"okay, okay what's the matter"

"We're- we're at a restaurant right now, and and he was late and I just knew I just knew that he was with her and when he hugged me I could smell her and I just don't know if I can do this anymore" she cries.

You swallow the lump in your throat, if hell exists you were definitely leading the line there. "Padme I'm so sorry." It's all you could ever say.

"I feel so stupid," you can hear her sniffles "Ugh men don't you just wanna punch 'em right in their stupid perfect faces." She chuckles humorlessly.

"Well I know that feeling," you snicker.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted it's just nice to chat you know, I don't mean to burden you but you're like the only friend I have that gives a shit."

Your stomach twists into knots, "You don't burden me Padme."

You can almost hear her smile and you know it's sad, "thanks, alright well, I'm gonna splash some water on my fav and get back out there. Tell Darcy I say good night." She hangs up.

You put the phone down, running a hand over your face.

"You are so fucked up," Grace laughs.

You look at her warily, an annoyed expression on your face. "Grace."

"Relax, I got your back, secret's safe with me." She drags her fingers over her lips like a zip.

The next few weeks were nothing short of horrible, you now remembered why you and Grace never got along. She was constantly on your back about Anakin, walking around the house like she owned it, telling Darcy things she shouldn't know. You were going insane. Your mother was smart to ship her to you instead of dealing with her difficult personality on her own.

On top of all that you were sick; throwing up, constantly nauseous type of sick.

"Maybe you're pregnant" Ahsoka says, hands under her chin as she stared at you with raised brows.

You scoff, you hadn't even considered that. "Don't even joke."

She shrugs, "I'm just saying, this is exactly how you were when Darcy was cooking."

"I'm not pregnant okay, that's- actually not crazy" you shake your head, "fuck"

"is how you ended up here" Ahsoka quipped.

You chuckled, "that's pretty good."

She was about to respond when she's interrupted.

"Y/n." Padme approaches you, swiftly. Ahsoka's brows raised, you had told her of your new friendship, she thought you were stupid for that of course she was right.

"I thought I'd find you here, it's five soon, I thought we could do drinks" Padme turns to Ahsoka, "you're welcome to join."

Ahsoka smiles, "I would love to."

Padme claps, "Great, I could use the strongest...whatever they've got."

You sat at the bar with Padme and Ahsoka, shaking your head as Ahsoka took in all Padme's relationship drama. "I don't know, it's not like I've caught him right, but I know that he's cheating." Padme shakes her head, sipping her drink, "I can smell her on him as soon as he walks through the door." She turns to you, "Hey why aren't you drinking, we should get you a drink," she looks for the bartender. Her words were already slurred and you could tell she was tipsy.

"oh she can't drink" Ahsoka says.

Padme looks between you two, "well why the hell not" her eyes scan your face and then soften when she realizes, "oh, you're pregnant, honey that's amazing, congratulations."

You put your hand up, "well I'm not sure, I haven't taken a test."

Padme smiles, "oh, oh well then we're gonna buy one and do it right now!"

Ahsoka, who was also tipsy, nods along enthusiastically. "I LOVE THAT IDEA," she yells in your faces. Padme claps and calls over the bartender to pay the bill.

That's how you ended here, sitting in the stall of a drug store bathroom, peeing on a stick while Ahsoka and Padme laid on the floor peeping up at you.

"You guys are so weird"

"We love you" Padme says and you feel sick again.

You pick your cuticles waiting for the five minutes to be up, longest wait of your life. When the timer on your phone rings, Padme picks up the stick, staring at you excitedly, almost like she was the one pregnant.

"It's positive!"

You hit your head against the wall.

Padme frowns, "Oh come on this good right? Darcy will have another sibling, you'll have another baby- unless..."

You shake your head, "I can't keep it."

Ahsoka pouts, hugging you, letting your tears wet her sleeve. "Hey hey it's okay, that's your decision."

Padme sighs, in her mind she couldn't understand why someone wouldn't want to keep a baby, but that's because she struggled so much to even keep a pregnancy, she pushes her own feelings aside.

You hold your head in your hands, "I don't know what I'm doing." You confess. "I can't have another baby, what am I even thinking"

Ahsoka rubs your back, Padme looks in thought, "what about the father? He can support you, whoever he is. I don't mean to pry."

You shake your head, "he's-it's complicated." You almost out yourself. "He's travelling for work, his career is at it's peak, we just can't afford to have another baby." You cover up. Ahsoka is silent, she knew; of course she did, you always tell her everything.

Padme nods, taking your hand, "Well you have us, whatever you decide we'll be right here with you" she smiles, god you hate yourself. "Also if you decide not to keep it, at least you won't have to rip your vagina all over again, that's good right." It makes you laugh.

"Yeah that's something."

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #ceo x assistant #modern au #anakin x reader smut #parts of the truth

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year

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girl,,, imagine the little moans and groans Tony would let out as you massage his shoulders and back to help him relax after a hard day!!!!!!!!!!!!! he'd be putty in your hands and he'd melt at how soft and intimate that moment is!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Personal masseuse

Pairing: Young! Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: 18+ mentions of sex, hand job? fluff!

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You heard a soft groan and a huff as the bed dipped to your right, and a tired Tony Stark lay his head against his pillows.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, placing your hand on his arm, waiting for your boyfriend to turn around.

“Mmhmm. Just a little sore. I don’t know why.”

“You don’t know why? Have you seen yourself hunch over that ever scattered table in your lab? I’m surprised you don’t have back issues yet, Tones.”

You chuckled, running your hands through his soft hair as he winced a little to finally face you.

“You can yell at me tomorrow, I’d like to sleep now please.” He murmured, not opening his eyes but humming as your fingernails massaged his scalp lightly.

“No.”

“No?”

“Get up.”

“Honey, I swear to—”

Cutting his sentence short, you snatched his duvet and made him sit, shifting on your knees to get behind the man. You could tell he was dead tired but you were simply going to aid him do the same, and you were determined.

Starting at the back of his neck, you placed both your thumbs over his warm skin first, drawing gentle circles around and increasing the pressure ever so slightly.

“Oh my good God Y/N…” he moaned, his muscles loosing under your touch slowly.

“Yes Tony?” You smirked, moving down to his shoulders with your ministrations.

“Don’t stop!”

You simply hummed, thoroughly enjoying his reactions as you massaged his back, soft moans and grunts leaving Tony’s lips every other moment as he relaxed under your touch.

Leaning forward, you kissed the side of his neck and watched him slack against you, insisting you for more.

This Tony was probably your favourite, relaxed and needy, tired but adorable.

“D’you moonlight as a masseuse?”

“Only for certain spoilt, genius MIT students.”

Placing soft kisses along his neck, you moved your hands further south, massaging between his shoulder blades, loosening more knots and feeling him turn to putty in your hands.

“Oh baby you really needed this, didn’t you?” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his middle; your smirk widened at the tent that had formed in his pants.

“What d’you mean?” His voice was laced with sleep as he buried his face against your neck.

“I mean…” you left the sentence unfinished, instead slipping a hand inside his pyjamas and wrapping it around his length, giving him a few pumps.

His soft moan was music to your ears, a sound that travelled straight to your core as you continued stroking him, precum already leaking from its tip. His breath turned shallower and grunts needier as he approached his end faster than usual.

Wasn’t long until his hips stuttered awkwardly and he let go, ropes of cum hitting his lower abdomen and your hand, a sinful grunt leaving his lips as he climaxed.

You wished to capture the moment for eternity; usually Tony Stark wasn’t one to give up control but there were rare days when he absolutely adored being taken care of and was completely at your mercy.

He was a perfect switch when it came to sex too, loved fucking you like he owned you and was the perfect obedient baby when you wanted.

“Now you may sleep. Not before I clean you up though, I’ll be just a moment.” With a chaste kiss against his cheek, you got up for a wash cloth from the bathroom.

By the time you returned, you shook your head fondly at the sight of Tony passed out against your pillows this time, his softened cock resting his abdomen and a satisfied smile on his handsome features.

A surprise little drabble!

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l0serloki · 1 year

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okay so i was thinking how valo agents are where they’re kid is now more older like 3-8 years old, idk but the thought of it is so??😖😖

Valorant Parent Headcanons

(Chamber, Reyna, Sova, Viper)

CW : GN!Reader, uhhh viper being a bad bitch as she should

A/N : YOU ARE SO RIGHT. I love soft family valorant agents <3

ALSO K/N is kids name!!

Chamber :

He’s the type of dad to enroll his kid in every sport or music class

‘K/N has to learn about the world! They’ll find a great hobby’

100% makes coffee and breakfast in the morning and reads the paper while his kid cries (we love the robe mom chamber look)

He makes time to go to every school recital and records it no matter how long it is

‘Our kid is so perfect Y/N. They get it from me’ (cue you punching him)

He spoils the kid rotten, taking you all on family trips

You walked into the kitchen to see your loving husband sipping away at his coffee as your children screamed. “Vincent, really?” You sighed making your way over to the twins. “It is fine, my love. Let them get it out and they’ll stop.” You loved the man but you didn’t know how he stood the noise.

“Hey kiddos, let’s calm down. Breakfast is made and we have to get ready for school.” The kids calmed down, leaning into your touch. You sat them at the table, placing their trays in front of them. Your son began talking about his violin lessons and how he had learned a new song.

Chamber hummed, smiling at his little prodigy. “You will have to show me later. I am excited to see your progress.” He smiled towards the boy while your daughter pulled at his arm. “You too K/N, you are just as talented.” He kissed her head, picking up the dirty plates. “Have a good day at school, you two. Be nice to Y/N.”

Reyna :

She’s the aggressive soccer mom 100%

‘Touch my kid and you’re dead’

She would be the mom to pick up her kid from school when they got in trouble and be proud of them

‘Your kid threw a chair at another student’ ‘Good’ headass

She will hang up any drawings on the fridge and always be proud of her child

“Y/N, come here. Look at what our daughter drew. She is so talented.” Reyna’s voice sounded out as you walked into the backyard. Your wife stood smiling with a scribbled piece of paper in hand. Your daughter sat beside her, face gleaming with pride. “That’s right! I drew it.” Your daughter shot a finger gun and you could only laugh.

“Wow, this looks amazing. We have an artist in the family!” You leaned down to give Reyna a kiss, your daughter screeching. “EW, that’s gross! Stoooop.” The two of you laughed as you kissed her on the head. You loved your little family.

Sova :

He’s such a soft dad

He will read stories to the kids to put them to bed (sometimes falling asleep himself)

Buys them little stuffed animals and trinkets whenever he has to travel for work

Your kid made him a bracelet at camp and he hasn’t taken it off since (it’s his good luck charm)

Sits and watches any disney movie for the 100th time with your kid because it makes them happy

“Papa, you kinda look like Ariel.” Your daughter spoke, making you laugh at the thought. “Ariel? You mean Eric?” Sova asked and she shook her head. “You both have long pretty hair! I think you are a mermaid, Papa.” He turned to meet your hues, confusion on his face. Your body shook as you continued to chuckle at the situation.

“Right? He looks like Ariel.” You could only hum in agreement to your daughter. “He really does. My little princess.” You kissed Sova’s cheek as your daughter rested her head against your leg. Precious moments like these meant the world to you.

Viper :

Bad bitch mom fr

She will curbstomp someone if they cut in line of the daycare check-in

‘Maybe learn some manners before you cut.’

She makes sure to always be there to support you and the kid, buying whatever you need (sugar mama viper)

‘I got the groceries and some toys for K/N.’ ‘You just got them a toy last week.’ ‘Oh.’

She likes doing little science experiments with your kid (like the volcano one that I feel like everyone does)

She loves taking you out to little theater shows or simple dates like ice skating

Your son screamed as Viper shoveled him in the car.

“K/N, would you stop? I told you I am going to get your toy! Just wait here.” Viper sighed as she made her way into the house to look for said toy. All three of you were going out to dinner and ice-skating. Viper said it would be a “Good family excursion and memory for K/N”. You agreed with her but K/N was not having a good time even buckling up.

Finally after what felt like an endless abyss of tantrums, K/N calmed down and you all arrived. “K/N, are you ready to go skating? There’s pretty lights too.” Viper cooed as she helped your kid out of the baby seat. The two of you held onto your son's hand as you walked to the rink, happy to finally be out of the house. Viper was right, today would be a day to remember.

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Life Model - Part 1

Four weeks off sounded like a living nightmare for Ghost. Training and fighting was what kept him in routine and out of destructive thoughts. But… being shot in the leg did cause… issues. For his time healing, he had to walk with a crutch under his right arm, so he didn’t put weight on his injured right leg. Price had forced him to take those four weeks off, and had sent him to a paid-for apartment in a nearby city. Surely, he must’ve thought, Ghost would find *something* to do in a city.

No.

For the first week, he sulked in his room, laying in bed until he eventually went stir crazy and started exploring the surrounds. Coincidentally, that week of sulking and not moving did wonders for his leg. Sure, he wasn’t able to walk on it yet, but it was a whole lot less achy when he was out walking.

He started by establishing a walking route. This apartment he was forced to stay in was in the outskirts of the city. It would take an hour to walk to the city centre and an hour back. This was what Ghost decided to do. An hour to the city centre, buy food, go back ‘home’, eat, go walking in the nearby park.

This new ‘schedule’ turned out… rather good. The walking made him feel more useful. Less stir crazy. He was able to soak in the sun, or what warmth from the sun seeped through his jumper and mask. It was refreshing.

On the third day of these walks, Ghost noticed a community noticeboard full to the brim with papers advertising jobs, sales, events, and various religious preachings. Maybe here would be where he would find something *entertaining* to do.

“Group Prayer” - no thanks. Ghost didn’t particularly believe in that mumbo jumbo.

“Join the army!” - been there done that.

“Markets on Sunday morning! 6am!” - he’d consider it. Markets always had the best food.

He flicked through some of the notes until he found a hand written one pinned up with two blue pins. The penmanship was phenomenal.

“In need of life models to draw. Quiet environment. Music or no music. Any body shape, any gender, any clothing choices. Text me:”

This… wasn’t something that would usually interest Ghost. But today, after being cooped up in an apartment for months… it piqued his interest. He took a photo of a few of the notices, then made his way back to the apartment. He had bought a few food items that he could store and eat, as well as some fancy looking tea to drink while doing mundane and brain numbing shit such as reading a book Price had given him.

He made a cup of said tea, no sugar and no milk, he was sweet enough already (he lied to himself), and sat down at the tiny dining table. Here, he could write the dates of some of the interesting events from that noticeboard. When he got to the life drawing advertisement, however, he put down his pen and journal and texted the number.

He was acting on a whim and he knew it, but this would surely be more interesting than staying home.

“I saw your notice in the city. I think I would be interested in being drawn.”

The number responded almost immediately.

“Nice!! When are you free? :)”

Emoticons… stupid.

“Any time. The sooner the better.”

“Oh sweet :) tomorrow? I live about half an hour away from the city.”

“Time?”

“Any time in the morning, then we can have all day. Sound good?”

“Yes.”

“Cool!” The number sent their address. “I’m Johnny, by the way.”

“Ghost. I’ll try to come around 10:00AM.”

“Sounds perfect, see you then :)”

Tomorrow, 10am… with this overly friendly man named Johnny who he’s never met… fun. Ghost sipped his tea and sighed. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind him having a mask on and crutches. He *had* said anyone could be drawn. And yet… he felt as if he had to warn him.

“By the way, I’m a military officer on a break because I’m injured. I have a crutch and I will be masked the whole time. Is that okay?”

“Perfectly fine. I like variety.”

Johnny responded so fast…

#cod mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap cod #soapghost #ghost fanfiction #cod modern warfare #call of duty #johnny mactavish

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What type of music do you think la squadra members are into?

Also what type are you into!

What’s La Squadras Favorite Music?

Oh good question! This one definitely made me think! Thinking about their lives outside of their work makes you wonder…

CW: weed? And Melone just being Melone

Risotto

Music genre: Definitely metal this poor guy is a walking stereotype I stg 😭

Bands: Opeth, Dream Theater, and a classic-Rob Zombie

Where/what do they do while listening to music?-

He’s usually listening to his favorite songs in his office doing paperwork. Rarely if he’s in a good mood you can hear him lowly hum to the melody 🥺

Formaggio

Music genre: stoner rock - I’m not familiar with this genre but Formaggio would be! I HC him hard as someone who’s super chill and wants to relax with some psychedelic music.

Bands: Grateful Dead, Black Sabbath, Fu Manchu