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#miraculous ladybug#ml fanart#marinette dupain cheng#emonette#ml paris special#ml spoilers#please look at the boots 🥺#my art
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「Mini me, mini you? ๛ l.n || c.l」
part ix - ending 1
✧.* a little surprise becomes a welcome surprise and life does get better.
✧.* ending one! there will be one part after this to finish it off completelyl this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list since it's a mess to tag that many people when half of it doesn't work, hope you understand! Some people are tagged in the comments, I can only tag 50 peeps in a post. Love ya ❤️
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y/nusername the goodest boy(s) 🧡
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hannahh I would die for Benji 🥺
norry4 so this is basically saying they're back together..right? (In my delulu era ✌)
maxfewtrell the best norris there is
landonorris are we talking about me or my son?
maxfewtrell since when are you the best norris there is? You never were mate..
hamilt44n hello, is Benji looking for a sister? I'm putting myself up for adoption..just so you know..I'm nice and will do the dishes...please..
norrizz I just know this dog is living his best life 😭
carlandooo I need a Benji in my life and a lando..and a y/n..
sharl16 good news guys, I'm still obsessed with this little icon
landonorris what a little lad ❤️
y/nusername love of my life actually but okay
chilisainz you've been booted to p2 my dude 😂
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julieeeexo oh my fucking god lando's gonna beba dilf?!😭
norrizz I called it! I told y'all!
zhou_ey stop it, Benji looks so proud to be a big brother 😭
carlossainz55 congratulations guys, you'll name him Carlos no?
landonorris not a chance mate..
carlossainz55 very disappointed
landoscar OMG OMG OMG
maxfewtrell you're going to tell me there's going to be two of lando in a couple weeks?
charlos16 WEEKS?
norrislando4 a lot of us have been saying she's been pregnant for a while so I guess were right? 😭
hamilt44n my parents becoming actual parents and they're getting a lil dude? Life is beautiful 😢
landonorris 💙💙💙
landooofour congrats on becoming a dilf my dude!
charles_leclerc congrats you guys!
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Miguel x reader x punkmiguel?????
PRETTY PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺
Hope this makes it justice 😳 (No proofread at all I warn you.)
art by @bumbleboots_art in Ig
The Multiverse was still a baby concept for you. All you knew was that in other universes there were exact copies of you, doing any sort of things. A doctor that would surely make your parents proud, a stripper, that would surely cause the opposite effect. It was like Barbie and her own Multiverse.
Miguel had just quirked an eyebrow when you used the metaphor. But in your universe, you were another Spiderwoman, and you had been recruited by none other than Miguel O'Hara. HQ soon turned into a second home for you.
Annoying as you were sometimes, your input had provided him a different perspective, that bit by bit, had made you earn a spot in his personal circle. You adapted well, quick learner and practical.
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Smoke filled in the place. The pressure levels from the particle accelerator had gone a bit too over the top, a miscalculation from both you and Miguel.
The explosion in the lab had created a rift, a small portal, enough for an unsettling scene stand before you, Miguel, Jessica and Hobie.
Another Miguel had gone through the rift, tearing through the fabric of space and time. But this wasn't your usual grumpy faced, sarcastic ass and perpetually tired with a chronic savior complex Miguel. No. He was just as tall as your groaning in pain boss, same facial structure. Yet he wasn't.
This portal Miguel had his hair ruffled, yet stylish, contrary to the neatly, well combed hair do you were already used by now. This Miguel had piercings in his face. His brow, and lips and ears to be more specific. He wore a leathery black jacket, the "NO FUTURE" caption drawn into it. Scruffy jeans with a studded belt and heavy boots. His fangs were out, he wore them proudly you had noticed.
Your Miguel, the one that was always grumbling about something, just stared back at him with a frown yet wide eyes. It was as if this Miguel had hung around too much Hobie, which just stared at him with a lazy approval smile.
A punk Miguel. They were face to face, seizing eachother with scrutinizing gazes. A typical 'opposite twins'. What archetype would each one be? Your Miguel would surely be the responsible and well behaved twin that would rarely to never break the rules. Describing the other would be to only make it out even more obvious.
The punk Miguel smirked at him.
"Puta madre, Qué viejo me veo." (Holy shit, I look old af)
Miguel frowned immediately as you giggled.
"¿Where am I?" The alternate version of your boss/almost lover spoke as he took in whatever his eyes could Guitar hanging upside-down his back. Just like Hobie's, hand tucked in his jacket.
"Miguel?"
"Hm?"
"Sí?"
The both turned to face you once more, speaking at unison.
"We need to send him back, as soon as we can."
"Should we give him a temporary pass?"
"No."
"Puedo oírte desde acá , jefazo." (I can hear you from here, Big boss)
Miguel scowled and faced him.
"Cállate." (Shut up)
"¿O qué?" (Or what?)
This Miguel smirked playfully.
"Alright, Alright. Let's calm down." You got in between them, nearly sandwiched between the mass of muscles and clothes to then create a bit of space between them.
"Let's play nice. We gotta figure a way to get him back home."
Punk Miguel wrapped an arm around your neck and spoke
"Gotta listen to her, old man. Don't wanna hang out in a place where you see yourself as the face of oppression. " Hobie saluted him from afar.
Ouch.
"Call me Miggy, Princesa."
Miguel's eye twitched at your stupified state and his words. You smiled at him, excitement sparkling in your eyes.
Trouble. Everything smelled like trouble. Jessica just rolled her eyes.
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Reluctantly he ended up giving Miggy a temporary pass. Technically he still was Spiderman. His suit had you like a fangirl, marveling over the littlest details. Just like Hobie but darker and meaner.
Miguel would give you tasks, sometimes absurd ones, just to keep you away from himself. Literally.
"What's so funny?" You giggled as you went through the tasks
"Oh, nothing." The not so subtle jealousy from him was endearing to you.
The rest were as fascinated as you were. Miggy and Hobie surely clicked. They would ramble on for hours about their situations and how things were going in their universes. Never in his wildest dreams Hobie would admit that this Miguel was nice to be around.
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Of course Miggy would scurry within missions whenever something caught his interest. He was more than capable in the battle field, still it was like having an unhinged different version of him. Still to this day it was bizarre to see himself acting like that. Like a total stranger.
Miguel couldn't help but wonder if he had gone through the same in his universe. He had overhead a bit of conversation with Hobie and just mentioned losing someone really important during duty. A requirement that seemed the only demand to join the Spider Club. As Miggy called it.
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"¿Nunca te relajas?" (You never catch a break?)
"No."
"¿No is everything you say?" He smirked
"No. Yes."
"Con razón hasta canas tengo." (No wonder why I have white hairs.)
"¿Puedes callarte?" (Can you shut up?)
"The only good thing of being you is that we have this princesita here." He gestured over you as you sat down on a further chair.
"Guys, play nice." You mumbled as you entered the room. Miggy smiled your way, hands hoarding you briefly and twirled your body before letting you go.
"There is no we in there."
Miggy shrugged as he eyed you
"Sharing is caring, amigo."
"I'm not your friend. Nor share."
"Déjala elegir entonces. ¿O el pensamiento libre también es una amenaza para ti? " (Let her choose then. Or free thinking is also a threat for you? )
You couldn't help to shrink further and further at his words. Your cheeks were impossibly red, your stomach fluttered. Despite the fight, the both complimented eachother so well, like black and white. What one lacked, the other compensated and viceversa.
You gulped as both Miguels set their deep red eyes on you. Expecting. A shiver ran down your spine. The alarm of an anomaly flared up, you had never ran to duty so fast.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#atsv miguel#Miguel x Reader x Punk Miguel#t writes✨#spiderman 2099 x reader
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nerd-kun tomura crushin on the pretty clerk at the comic shop🥺 she's always so sweet BUT THEN HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THE BOYFRIEND
Shigaraki Tomura x darling
TW: f!reader, creepy behavior, stalking-ish, obsession, incel-vibes
fem reader
It spurs from something so small. Something you forget by the next customer in line, whom you treat just the same, bagging their comics and figurines with a trained smile. But for Tomura, it’s special. How you dub his fifteen percent membership discount as a “pretty-boy discount,” or when you give him an extra stamp on his loyalty card and flash him a cheeky wink as though to say “just between us,” or when you smile so brightly, looking him right in his eyes when you tell him to “please come again soon, Tomu-kun~”
He can’t believe you even remember his name. A pretty girl like you.
It’s all a delusion. Deep down, he knows you just read it off the registry after scanning his membership card. But it feels too good to imagine you know who he is, to imagine you actually hope to see him come back soon.
His favorite thing to do is ask you to recommend him something new. To see you nod all eagerly, gushing while skipping about the aisles, helping him search.
“You must have a lot of time on your hands to be done with those volumes you bought last week, Tomu-kun.” You joke, scanning the shelves with him trailing after – hood pulled over the mess of his hair with hands shoved down the front pocket – now looking up from the shadow it cast – eyes wide.
You know my name…
You snort, giggling. “Of course I know your name, silly.”
His stupor shrivels into a blush, realizing he’d spoken out loud. But you don’t seem concerned by it – nor do you even notice as you stretch up on your tippy-toes to reach for a book.
“I’d be a real airhead to forget it – you’re in here practically every day.” You flash him that trained smile – all pearly white with a breath of laughter – offering the book you’d just picked out for him to reach. “You’re becoming my best friend – I see you more than I see my boyfriend!”
Tomura doesn’t reply. Nor does he accept your hand-out.
He’s too caught up in your words. A wrinkle scrunching up between his brows – eyes slim while staring at you – feeling his temple pulse.
That’s not very service-inclined of you to say. Customers don’t want to know you have a boyfriend. That ruins the fantasy. You’re supposed to be the friendly flirt – the girl that’s really too pretty to be a weeb but doesn’t know it herself – the one he can go home and fist his cock to while imagining he has a chance even though you’re way out of his league.
His crush on you was harmless.
But you just had to go and ruin it, didn’t you? Had to shatter the dream – dropping the boyfriend bomb, calling him your friend. Jeez, could you be any more obvious? That’s how you nice sweet polite girls like to say you’re not interested, right?
You love the attention, but you snuff it out the moment it becomes too tedious, don’t you?
Fucking bitch.
You regret it, right? When you get off work and wind up in the boot of his car with your pretty face taped shut.
He’s going to teach you a thing or two about true customer service.
#yandere shigaraki#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere shigaraki tomura#yandere shiggy#yandere shigaraki x reader#yandere mha#yandere bnha#shigaraki smut#shigaraki thirst#yandere tomura shigaraki#yandere tomura#tomura smut#tomura shigaraki x reader#shigaraki fanfiction#shigaraki x y/n#shigaraki imagine#shigaraki x you#tomura x you
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Go to Bed Angry
Eddie Munson x Reader
Word count: 2.5k
Request: Eddie teasing and flustering his girl best friend who has a not so hidden crush on him and he has a not so hidden crush on her but they're both blind to it With a happy fluffy ending please 🥺
(Gif by @thorinsbeard)
It had been a Tuesday afternoon. You only remember that detail because any other day of the week, Eddie wouldn’t have been free to give you a ride home after school. It wasn’t anything new, you were in the passenger seat of his van, the music blasting through the speakers at a deafening volume. He had just made a joke that to this day you can’t remember, but that wasn’t what did it. You turned to the window, rolling your eyes in annoyance at his teasing, everything was business as usual. That was until you glanced at his reflection, staring at the back of your head. It was a simple, innocent look, but something about it lit a fire in you that you couldn’t stamp out.
That was the moment you realized you were in love with your best friend.
You spent every day after that either in active denial, or trying your best to suppress the emotions you knew were brewing. It shouldn’t have been that hard. Eddie was just as much of a little shit as ever. His constant comments about how bad your breath smelled, or how terrible your music taste was, or slight digs at your personality in general should have been enough to completely kill the crush that you had. But the small moments where he would check to make sure you were ok in stressful situations, or when he would insist on buying you flowers when he knew you were having a particularly bad day. This moments would bring you right back to that day in his van, and the butterflies would come creeping back up on you.
It only got worse after graduation. On graduation day, Eddie had picked you up and spun you around out of excitement. Neither of you had really thought that he would be graduating with you that year, but after all the late nights you forced him to study, he had finally crawled his way past the finish line. For a second, after he had set you down, you thought that he was going to lean in and kiss you. He just stood there for a moment, staring into your eyes without saying a word, but the Hellfire boys ruined the moment when they practically tackled him from behind. You avoided him for the rest of the night after that.
Once you both got full time jobs, it got harder to spend time with each other. You began to worry that the two of you would drift apart, but Eddie would have never left that happen. The second he realized that you were worried about it, he chose to come over to your trailer every day after work.
It didn’t matter if he worked a 10 hour shift, or if he got off a 3 am, you could always expect him to let himself in and plop himself down on your couch with a loud sigh. It became a new normal to wait for Eddie to “come home”, but you hated that you thought of it that way. It was staring to feel a little too domestic. But that didn’t stop you from making him something to eat after every shift, or listening to his incredibly boring work stories for hours, or walking him 100 feet back to his trailer so he could get some much needed sleep.
On one night in September, you came home from your shift at 4 pm, as always. Your hair was slipping out of it’s pony tail, and your makeup was smudged. It had been a particularly long day. The amount of customers who had left with nothing but complaints had been higher than normal, and it had worn you out by lunch. You counted down every minute of the tail end of your shift, but not even clocking out was enough to get rid of the storm cloud over your head.
You had no idea how long you had until Eddie would inevitably let himself into your trailer, but you figured you had at least a few hours to shower and get yourself in a better mood before you had to socialize again. However, you were proven wrong when you opened your trailer door and found Eddie’s work boots kicked off to the side, and heard him rustling around in the kitchen.
“Is it too early for dinner? I mean, you always make it when I get off, but that can be like six o clock or midnight so I don’t really know what a normal dinner time is to you.”
“What are you doing here?”
He turned around to face you, now standing behind him in the small kitchen area, his shirt covered in a mysterious food stain that you couldn’t find the origin of since it appeared he was only making macaroni.
“You feeling ok?” he asked as he feigned concern and placed his wrist on your forehead to feel for an imaginary temperature. “How could you forget about your favorite person in the whole world? I’m Eddie, remember? I practically live here,” He giggled to himself before you slapped his hand away from your head.
“You’ve just never gotten off this early. I figured I had time to at least take a shower before you got here,”
“Bad day?”
You sighed and turned to finally take your jacket and shoes off. Your sigh was answer enough for him.
“You can still go take a shower. It’s not like I don’t know my way around.”
“It’s fine, you made food, let’s just eat.”
“No,” he chided as he blocked your access to the cupboard you were reaching for, “Go get out of your work clothes and get in the shower, before I help you out of them.”
“Eddie!” you yelped and slapped him on the arm, praying that the blush you felt on your cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.
“I’m serious. Shower. Now,” he laughed and began to shoo and chase you down the hall into the bathroom.
“I don’t have any clothes to change into,” you pouted before he could close the bathroom door in your face.
“Get the water warm, I’ll go get your pajamas.”
You said a quick thank you as he disappeared, and you did just as he said. You turned the water up as hot as it would go, knowing that you needed to melt the day away. Eddie quickly returned with a change of clothes before running back to the kitchen in hopes that he hadn’t found a way to somehow burn a box of Kraft.
After your shower, you emerged from the bathroom fully clothed, but hair still dripping wet. You hadn’t had the energy to dry it, and the grumbling coming from your stomach was getting to be too much. Luckily, by the time you made it to the living room, Eddie was waiting on the couch with a still warm bowl of macaroni waiting for you.
“There she is,” Eddie smiled, mouth half full of noodles. He pushed the blanket that had been resting next to him onto the ground and patted the cushion excitedly.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you sighed and bent over to pick the blanket back up. You could feel Eddies eyes focusing on you as you folded it and rested it over the back of the couch.
“What’s with you today, sweetheart? Something happen at work?,” he asked, much more gentle now, as he handed you your dinner.
“Just a long day Eds,” you fought off another sigh.
“Seriously,” he stopped you from taking your first bite, “Is there someone I need to beat the shit out of? You know I’d do that for you, right?”
“Can I just eat this lovely meal you’ve prepared for the two of us?” You faked a smile and hoped your blush wasn’t too dark.
Lately, anything Eddie said made you feel a certain way. It was like he was going out of his way to get a reaction out of you, almost like he was doing it on purpose.
“Fine,” he smirked, “I’ll get my answers out of you later, Doll.”
You tried not to choke in response to that name. That was a new one, and your brain reacted a little too fondly to it. You quickly reached for the remote and turned to the first station that seemed entertaining enough to shut Eddie up.
You reveled in the silence for the short while it lasted. You loved spending time with Eddie, always had, but it had grown harder to be around him with him acting like this. The last thing you wanted was for him to figure out how you felt about him and ruin the friendship. As time went on, it was growing harder and harder to control your own reactions to him though.
Just as your heart finally began to beat normally again, right after you had finished your dinner and set the bowl on the coffee table in front of you, you hit your limit. Eddie reached out and guided your chin towards him. He made eye contact for a moment, with an expression that felt too serious for the situation, and for a second you thought he might kiss you. Instead, he brought his thumb to the corner of your mouth and swiped away what you could only assume was a glob of artificial cheese.
“Got it,” he smiled.
“I’m feeling pretty tired, I think maybe you should head home,” you nearly snapped at him. It came out more polite than you expected, but much less than you meant for it to sound.
“But it’s only like 5:30,” he pouted. It was obvious that something was off. He usually wouldn’t get off work until much later than this, and would still end up staying longer than he had today.
“Like I said, long day. You should get going.”
“Come on, y/n, did I do something?” he tried to reason with you as you began to usher him off of the couch and towards the exit.
“Eddie, I just wanna be alone right now, ok? Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“No,” he dug his heels in just as you had nearly gotten him to the door, and turned to face you, “Something’s up and I’m not leaving until we resolve it. You know what they say, never go to bed angry.”
“Eddie, that’s for married couples.”
“And we’re practically that.”
“Excuse me? No, Eddie, we aren’t practically anything!”
“Woah, ok, I was just joking around sweetheart.”
Had you been thinking straight, you would have noticed that Eddie almost seemed offended at your reaction to his joke. But you were far from level headed, and all you knew was that he had no right to tease you like that if he didn’t mean a word of it.
You groaned and rushed around him, opening the door to make the invitation to leave feel more like a demand. But if there was one thing you knew about Eddie Munson, it was that he was the most stubborn piece of shit, beating out even you.
“You know for a fact that I’m going nowhere until you tell me what I did. I know this isn’t just a shitty day. It may have started out that way, but you’d never kick me out over just that.”
“Well maybe today was just extra shitty, Eddie. And maybe the cure to a shitty day is to not have you around to make me even more miserable.”
You hadn’t meant it, it had just slipped out, and the second you saw Eddie’s face drop, you had regretted it. But it was too late to take it back, and you still desperately wanted him out, so you just stood in silence, trying not to let any hot tears free from your eyes. You cursed yourself for your tendency to cry at any situation that made you raise your voice.
“Y/n, seriously, what did I do?” he asked, voice laced with deep concern, and took a nervous step towards you.
“Nothing, I just want you to leave, please.”
Your tears had begun to fall, and Eddie would have been able to sense your overwhelm from a mile away. He was unsure what to do though, since in any other situation, he would offer his presence to console you. He tried to comb through the night in his brain, trying to pick out anything he had done to upset you. Once he remembered the last thing he had done before you asked him to leave, he had an inkling of what may be happening.
He gently reached out and grabbed your hand to pull you even closer to him, and he proved himself correct when he saw the way you nearly winced at his touch. He knew you well, he had once declared himself an expert on everything y/n. But, he had missed the most important thing there was to know about you.
You loved him in the exact same way he had loved you from the start.
“Can I kiss you?” he blurted, but his voice was barely above a whisper.
“What?” you exclaimed, the surprise putting a pause to your tears.
“That’s what you wanted, right?”
“Eddie,” you warned, and pulled away from him, gently this time. There was no more malice towards him, just defeat. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you wouldn’t want,” you finished as you turned to walk back to the couch. Before you could get far, he grabbed your arm once again and spun you around to look at him.
“Then let me kiss you because I want to,” as he spoke, his demeanor changed from confidence to match your insecurity, “Please.”
You both stood, staring at each other as you tried to take in what he had said. The butterflies in your stomach were trying to convince you that he meant it, that he really had wanted to kiss you, but your brain was trying to let you down gently. He had had a million chances to kiss you, to make a move, to do anything. But he had always chosen to tease, to make you think that what had blossomed between you was nothing but one sided. You were ready to turn him down, to try to preserve your friendship and your heart, until his hand reached out and cupped your cheek.
He slowly took a step towards you, never breaking his line of sight on your eyes. He moved as if you would turn and run at any sudden movement, and his heavy breathing gave his nerves even more away.
He wouldn’t be nervous if he were lying. That was the final thought you had before you launched yourself into his lips. There was no way he was going to get the glory of kissing you first. Not after all the teasing he had put you through.
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Fluffy 🌸 with Clone Wars Anakin please? 🥺🥺 with maybe Ahsoka and Obi-Wan shipping them?
The Long Game
Pairing: Clone Wars Era!Anakin x Jedi!Knight Reader
Requested: Yes | No
Warnings: Nothing too bad, but due to the nature of the Clone Wars obviously there is potential mentions of death/loss/wounds etc. I am Australian and therefore swear words aren’t worth a warning for me, but I shall place a warning here regardless. As always, let me know if you think there should be something listed here.
Words: 1.5k - sorry its very short, I'm hoping a part 2 will be requested <3
Author’s Notes: ahhhhh! Thank you for the request @darthgloris I hope this is okay I had a brief idea and I ran with it, hope its still fluffy enough for you! 🥰 This was requested via my Emoji Request Prompts
Anakin was nothing if not arrogant, egotistical and, surprisingly talented to boot. As a youngling he excelled, as a Padawan learner he saved Senator and friend Padmé Amidala’s life more than once. Now, as General Skywalker, Anakin felt like he had grown into himself, grown into his power. It felt limitless, he was limitless. Anakin often had dreams of spreading himself thin, extending his power across the galaxy like a blanket, keeping everyone and everything safe.
He thought highly of himself, it wasn’t a secret. And, he didn’t think it was particularly a problem. He was the Chosen One, was he not? If anyone in the Jedi Temple was allowed to peacock a bit, it was him.
Well, that’s how Anakin rationalised it to himself anyway. Besides, Anakin did not like playing the long game. What was the point when he could sieze everything he wanted now?
Regardless, he had a sharp learning curve when it came to his own Padawan learner, Ashoka Tano. The snippy young girl challenged him more than most. He saw so much of himself in her, the power, the strength, the raw talent. Frustratingly, Anakin saw his faults in her too. Occasionally, the arrogance being something that Anakin couldn’t ignore. Like right now for example.
“Please Kestis the only reason you were moved from youngling to Padawan,” Ashoka paused, pointing her spoon at her young red-headed friend. “Is because the council wanted to try and mellow out your Master with the responsibility of a child.”
Anakin cringed as the young boy - Cal Kestis - pouted at the breakfast table. Anakin could sense Obi-wan’s displeasure from beside him, he saw his old master holding his tongue, allowing Anakin to take the floor in order to berate his Padawan.
Unfortunately, she had a point. And, embarrassingly enough, Ashoka’s argument came straight from the kitchen, so they say. Well, his mother, Shmi, used to say. Anakin remembered expressing the same frustration only a few weeks prior. Jedi Knight, Jedi Master, Council member and friend, Y/N L/N, was unable to join Anakin and Ashoka on a crucial mission in the outer rim, due to the passover of her new, young apprentice: Cal Kestis. It perhaps wasn’t the most fair or patient thing for Anakin to do, but he blamed the boy and focused all of his frustration on the twelve-year-old.
Fuck it, Anakin thought. He had to admit to himself, he was a little jealous of the boy. He could not help but want to be the center of your attention, at all times. Which isn’t a very Jedi thing to want. But Anakin wanted more. He always did. He always felt distracted, like he was slipping away from his mental fortitude the more he thought of you. You were playing some kind of long game with him, and he didn’t like it, the guessing, the pining - it all kept him up at night more than the war had.
Anakin supposed he was ought to be worried about it, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He pined after you, and all he wanted was for you to maybe, even consider him more than a work colleague.
“Ahsoka.” Anakin said sternly, as he pushed his Jedi mandated food around his Jedi mandated plate with his Jedi mandated fork, not bothering to look up at his young charge. “Watch your snippy mouth.”
“She’s not wrong, Master.” Meekly, Cal Kestis mirrored General Skywalker across the table. Anakin felt for the young boy then. Anakin looked up, finally taking in the boy. With his fiery hair and splattering of freckles across his face, he seemed inherently sad, with his lips held tight in a line. Anakin couldn’t help but remember the same expression on his own face as he made his way around Watto’s junkyard.
“Do you not like your Master, young Kestis?” Obi-wan sensed Anakin’s mind was far, far away, the anxiety rolling off him in thick waves.
Cal looked up, quickly, at the two Jedi knights in front of him. He felt like he was in shock, as if the air had been torn from his lungs. Of all the questions he expected to be asked, that was not one of them.
“No!” Cal defended, adamantly. “No! Well yes!” The young Padawan could feel the heat rise to his pale face, heating the back of his neck. General Kenobi quirked an eyebrow at the boy, urging him to continue. Kestis sighed, gathering his thoughts once more. He was embarrassed. “I am afraid I am too attached to Master L/N.” He started. Anakin felt his lip twitch, fighting a smile at the honesty from the young learner. Cal continued, “I don’t want to let her down, but my lightsaber skills are not where she wants them to be, I need more training but I am afraid to ask.”
From the corner of his eye Anakin watched as Obi-wan opened his mouth. He knew what his old master would say: Just ask, Padawan. That is what the master is there for, to teach. But Anakin knew what it felt like to want more.
“I would be happy to provide you with additional combat training, Padawan Cal Kestis.” Anakin leant back in his chair, both hands happily resting behind his head, left ankle at home on his right knee, lips comfortably in a smirk.
Long game it was.
Your eyes scanned the meals room in the Temple for your Padawan learner. You knew that you could use the force to locate him, if you wanted. But, your relationship with Cal was still so new, and somehow that felt like encroaching on the young boy’s privacy.
Besides, there was another presence in the large dining hall that almost overwhelmed you. Anakin Skywalker.
Arrogant, talented, intelligent, calculated, The Chosen One, handsome, flirtatious. You weren’t sure where you stood with Anakin. You longed to call him friend, but you were ultimately convinced he saw you little more as a colleague.
Despite all that though, he was a hard man to escape at the best of times. And now, since Cal and Anakin’s Padwan, Ahsoka Tano, were friends, you knew that Anakin would always be around.
You couldn’t help the schoolgirl flutter that it striked into you. It was exciting, you supposed, to finally have something a bit easy on the eye about constantly. It certainly made the war a little easier, to do missions with Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker.
Eventually, Cal’s beautiful bright hair shone like a beacon for you. You began to weave your way across the room. You couldn’t help to admit that you’ve become attached to him, you deeply cared for him, his wellbeing. As much as you loved the Jedi, you often thought of Cal playing, running free with kids his own age. Not becoming a soldier on the front lines of an intergalactic war. Perhaps that was why you slacked on Cal’s training. You simply wanted him to be loved, to be happy, to be a child.
All of the fondness you held so tightly quickly got packed away once you realised who Cal was sat with. Approaching the breakfast table you clocked Anakin’s relaxed figure. The effortlessly beautiful set of his lips, the way that his eyelashes curled upwards, you were convinced his demeanour was larger than life. And, maybe, perhaps, you let your eyes wander for a beat longer than what was socially acceptable.
Gently you placed your hand on Cal’s shoulder, perhaps it was because you were his Master, or maybe it was something deeper, something maternal, but you always felt more at ease when you had him close. With a slight bow of your head, you opened:
“Morning to you Master Kenobi, Ahsoka.” You took a moment to lick your lips, your whole mouth had gone dry, but you tried desperately to save yourself from Anakin’s piercing gaze. “General Skywalker.” The rest greeted you verbally, but Anakin said nothing, just a simple tilt of his head. You held Anakin’s gaze, his blue eyes held something else in them, you felt like he was playing some kind of game. You didn’t mind game, but only if you knew the rules, and Anakin was one to make up the play as he went along. You felt Cal clear his throat, his body lurching under your hand.
Finally, you broke the contact with Anakin, ruffiling Cal’s hair, and placing his braid behind his ear. “If you’d excusae us, my Padawan and I have much to do.”
Anakin waited for at least 30 seconds for you and your Padawan to start walking away before he turned in his chair to follow you out with his eyes.
Ahsoka watched as her usually oh-so-clever and suave and calculating Master watch Cal Kestis and his Master leave the dining hall like a Lothal Cat waiting for its owner to return. She couldn’t help but smile, Anakin’s pining was hilarious, and Master L/N was a good choice. She turned to share a look with Master Kenobi, and to Ahsoka’s delight he was chuckling softly to himself, coving his smile with his hand, playing it off as if he was simply stroking his beard.
Ahsoka knew Anakin thought he was playing some kind of long game, but it was going to be a painfully long pining. Not if she was going to have anything to do with it.
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P.S This is a side account, my main is @mayhemories, so I will be answering any comments with that account but rest assured it is still me :) <3
Much love, El.
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omg i can totally see reader showing up to pogue!rafe’s work sites CONSTANTLY after their first time together. showing up in dresses/skirts that keep getting shorter in length, lunch in hand for rafe. he’s trying to act annoyed that you’re bothering him in work hours, but what he’s really annoyed about is all the very obvious stares you’re getting from the other labourers. he’d be pulling you aside all red in the face and sweaty asking what you think you’re doing showing up while he’s on the job. reader’s just looking up at him with big doe eyes, cutely whispering “just want you to play with me again 🥺” (ugh pogue!rafe has my heart. i need him in my guts)
with him looking like this????? can you blame her??????
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you literally appear out of nowhere in the tiniest skirt waving a brown paper bag at him, singing out a sweet little “brought you something!” but he knew you were coming before he’d even turned around because of the jeers and wolf whistles from the other manual labourers making him clench his jaw. no one was allowed to look at you like that but him, but he hated that he was even thinking like that.
he stubs out his cig and wanders over to you, jaw ticking and nostrils flaring at your repeated visits.
“what’d i say last time, huh?” he pulls you aside, atleast out of the view of the men he works with. you bat your eyelashes up at him and he almost feels bad.
“not to come… but — but i had these leftovers and i know they’re not paying you enough for you to be eating good so i just wanted to—”
“i’m fine, a’ight? m’a grown ass man. look you’re — you’re not my girlfriend, you’re not even my friend okay so— so whatever this is i suggest you quit.” he grips your jaw to get you to stop talking, making you initiate phase two — that pretty pout that he couldn’t resist, big doe eyes and kissable lips that tested his self restraint.
“thats mean.” you accuse quietly, hand gently lingering over his wrist where he grips you. he loosens his grip, licking his lips as he looks away, knowing he’d been a little harsh.
“yeah… well. i just don’t think a girl like you should be hanging around here. it’s not safe.” the idea of him looking out for you made your stomach erupt with butterflies.
“please just take the food. i came all this way.” you break your gaze, staring at his muddy boots. there’s a moment of quiet before he knocks your chin up with his finger again, making you look up at him.
“why’re you here, hm? you got what you wanted from me last weekend.”
you shake your head, stepping a little closer and he fights the urge to step back, letting himself loom over your frame as he stares you down.
“i wanna play again. already told you m’not just using you. i like you rafe. i really like you.”
he’s sure he can find some time on his lunch break.
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A Broken Sort of Normal Part 11
WC 1326, Masterpost
CW: anxiety
“Hey, kid,” Flash the older said as he raced up beside Danny.
“Still not a kid, old man,” Danny replied. It was already a well worn argument by this point after several dinners or weekend meals over at the Flash’s household. Sure it was used before that, but once Danny had started seeing Barry out of the mask, he’d only been worse about it. Danny guessed it was their thing now. It was weird to have ‘things’ again with people, but a good sort of weird.
“Still not an old man, kid. I’m not even a grandpa yet!”
Danny almost dropped the tablet he was working on. Barry didn’t have any kids, not aside from Wally who might as well count. Did that mean…?
“I’d tell you to watch your sass in your new position,” Barry continued, unaware or uncaring of Danny’s sudden crisis about the idea of children, “but one, I’d be a hypocrite and two, it’s a solid third of the reason I recommended you.”
“Well, that’s good because the sass isn’t going awa— wait, what new position?”
Barry grinned under his mask in a way that just felt dangerous. Not, like, dangerous in general, but dangerous for Danny who was the focus of that smile. “You’ll see. Flash Two will pick you up Monday at nine am. Don’t worry, you’re cleared off work already.”
“Fla— and he’s gone. That’s great. What the fuck,” Danny said to himself. It was a struggle to focus on finishing up the post event check in and then his reports and then going over his team’s report and then some more paperwork, but Danny managed. As soon as he got home he was immediately was texting Wally.
After the Reveal, Danny had gotten Wally’s civilian number too, but there were strict rules for using that number. Danny understood the caution. Apparently the first number he had been given was encrypted by Batman’s crew, which was crazy to think about, even when he was dating a Flash, so there were less rules other than no civilian names. Just for the ease of it, Danny mostly stuck to the old number unless they were planning a purely civilian date. Or if Danny wanted to say things that he knew would make Wally blush. Things Danny would very much never want anyone else to read. They may have mostly kept to kissing in person, but teasing Wally was just too much fun.
Danny:
Why is Big!Flash having you pick me up on Monday???
What did he mean about a ‘new position’??????
I like my job!
FLASH!
Quick Boy:
You’ve got to give me a second to answer, dude!
Danny:
You’re supposed to be fast. 😑
Quick Boy:
Who’s always telling me electrical signals can only move so fast?
Danny:
FLASH
🤬
Quick Boy:
Sorry, babe, I’m not allowed to tell!
But you’ll love it! Promise!
Danny:
🥺
Quick Boy:
Don’t make those eyes at me!
Trust me, babe, just wait until Monday.
Danny:
Fine. But know I’m pouting.
Quick Boy:
😭
Danny behaved. He didn’t bother for updates. He sent more cats dressed as Justice League members and finished off the last Percy Jackson book, sending Wally updates along the way. But the whole weekend the fact that he apparently had a new job he knew nothing about and would be taken to Monday churned in the back of his mind.
It made him anxious in a way that he hadn’t been since he left Amity Park for Central city.
He didn’t much like it.
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“Please at least tell me that I’m dressed fine for this new job?” Danny asked when he opened the door to Wally’s knock.
He didn’t really have many other options if Wally said no, he already had on his best dark jeans, cleanest boots, and his new cross body bag. He might have a button up shirt he could change into instead of the long sleeve one he was in, but that was as good as it was going to get. He just didn’t have business casual clothes with the jobs he had.
“You look fine,” Wally said.
“Not exactly a supersuit,” Danny said with a sigh, taking in Wally’s uniform.
Wally pressed a quick kiss to Danny’s cheek. “Not the kind of hero you are.”
That was something Wally had been doing, insisting that Danny was a hero. Whenever he protested, it only seemed to make Wally more insistent so Danny mostly let it be. Plus, the cute smile Wally got for ‘winning’ was nice to see.
It was gracing Wally’s lips now as Danny stepped out of his apartment, locked the door, and shoved the keys securely in his bag. One lost set of keys due to super speed was enough to make sure they were safely clipped in from then on.
“Okay. Right, let’s get this over with.”
“It’s a good thing,” Wally insisted as he squatted down for Danny to climb onto his back, “not your execution or anything.”
“I just don’t like not knowing,” Danny said.
“You love surprises.”
“Little surprises like picnics and presents, not life changing ones.”
“You’ll love it,” Wally insisted and then they were off.
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“I’ll love an abandoned warehouse?”
“Apparently abandoned warehouse,” Wally stressed with a wave of his hands, like he was a two-bit magician.
“Convincing appearance. Once again, Flash, it’s a good thing you’re a hero because this as serial killer vibes.”
The windows were blacked out. There was a heavy layer of dust on most surfaces. The stairs to the foreman office were long rusted away. It was a mess.
But there was that feeling of being watched that crawled up Danny’s spine. None of the dust actually moved as they crossed the floor over to Barry. And the doors were either welded shut or solidly reinforced.
“Ready kids?” Barry asked.
“Still not kids,” Danny replied almost absently.
“Still don’t care!” Barry pressed one of the bricks on the wall and the whole thing shuddered and pulled back like some massive pocket door to reveal a… a portal behind the wall.
“Ta-da!” Wally said, complete with jazz hands.
Danny couldn’t tear his eyes away from the portal to look at him.
Did they know? Was this…?
“Danny?”
“What?” Danny started, forcing himself to look over at Wally who was beside him again.
“You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Danny winced. He just couldn’t hold back the twitch of his body at that word. “Sorry. Um, so what is that?”
“A Zeta tube, it’s how we travel to the Justice League. It’s like a transporter,” Barry explained.
Okay, right, not a portal to the Ghost Zone. No one knew. He was safe. Danny closed his eyes. It was just a transporter that looked a lot like a portal.
Wally rested his hand on Danny’s arm and Danny almost jumped from the light touch. “Babe?”
“Um, remember how I told you there was an accident in my parent’s lab when I was a kid? Yeah, um, sorta similar look, is all. It just freaked me out for a moment.”
"Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” Wally said. He squeezed Danny’s arm gently.
“No way you could have known. Who has a phobia over portals, right?” Danny said as he summoned his best attempt at a smile for Wally.
“Are you okay to…” Wally glanced from Danny to the portal nervously.
“I, yes? Can you just explain to me how it will go?” Danny asked. He pressed himself close to Wally, doing what he could to scrape together his frayed nerves. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gone through the actual portal that had killed him all the time. It was just that now all that felt like a lifetime ago, a lifetime no one remembered but him.
“Of course, babe,” Wally said, twining their arms together before he launched into a passionate explanation of the Zeta tubes.
It would be alright.
He could do this.
He had Wally.
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AN: Wally and Barry: We have something so cool to show you!
Danny: *has portal based ptsd* ._.
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I just found your blog and holy shit the size kink fic with König hits different! Your work is so good, I'm glad I stumbled across it!!
I was wondering... Would you be able to do the breeding kink part as a continuation?? Please 🥺 It's totally cool if you're not comfortable with it!!
Ask, and with nearly a month-long wait you shall receive.
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Prompt:
Continuation of the Breeding Kink (mildly) explored in the shower scene of part 1.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - AO3
König x Fem!Reader
Oh, how pitiful.
I mean, look at you.
Look at how you sat there, on that chair in that shitty little office scribbling away at paperwork whiles your eyes came so close to shutting on their own. Drifting off to sleep while you should be working.
Sitting back in your seat and raising your hands to your face, rubbing against your eyes in an attempt to chase away the drowsiness that seemed to be working to glue your eyes shut.
Glancing down, noticing how even your handwriting had started to become sloppier with your drowsiness you decided that yea, sure. You'd accept the defeat against your exhaustion and trudge back to your room.
Setting the pen down, bunching the papers together, and pushing them into a folder to be tucked away for the next morning. Standing from your chair, pushing it in, and turning off the lights to the office you made your way, slowly out into the hallway headed in the direction of your soon-to-be cavern of slumber.
Aka your room with that shitty little cot and the light that made the horrible buzzing sound.
Trying to ignore the few other people buzzing about you couldn't help but try to walk that much quieter as you walked past your boss's door.
There was no way he could see you, the blinds were shut.
Just a few more steps-
The sound of the handle turning and the door sliding open- "Hey! Well, aren't I luck I caught you. Deliver this for me?" Extended in his hand, a folder.
You wanted to tell him to shove it.
You really did.
That awkward, 'i know you're tired but I'm your boss so do what I say' a smile plastered on his face.
You sigh.
Nodding.
Extending your hand out and grabbing the folder, nodding a little bit while he thanks you for glancing down at the paperwork and turning around to begin walking in the new direction to deliver the paperwork.
...
"You've gotta be kidding me."
"Come on."
"Just a little bit more."
"Please?"
"I'm talking to a fucking storage room."
"Who makes these fucking cubbies?" You snarled, leg extended with one awkwardly lifted up and pulling yourself up by your left hand, extending outward trying to stuff the folder in the correct receptacle.
"God- fuck!" Your hand slipping, sending you sliding back, your foot going over your head and sending you tumbling to the ground, landing ass first on the cold cement floor.
You groaned, thankful for the fact no one had been there to see your fall.
The sound of the door pushing open, and a male voice calling out. "Hello? Is everything all the right?"
König.
Your face burned. Shameful, bright red.
And you stayed silent, hoping that by not responding he would simply leave.
So you sat, looking like a dumbfounded puppy with a folder of papers scattered to your side, still awkwardly sitting on your ass with the twinge of pain in your rump from your unruly fall.
But the sounds of his boots against the floor coming closer-
"I'm alright!" You squeaked out.
"Oh, Ärztin." You could hear him exhale, shoulders slightly relaxing as he glanced down at the scene before him. "Why did you not responded to my callings a moment ago?"
"Kind of hoping you shut the door and didn't investigate." You sighed out, awkwardly laughing, tilting your head up to look at him. "As you can see I have had a fall."
"A soldier who would not investigate those sounds has no place here." He scolded lightly. "Now, Ärztin, up you go."
Because you could protest, he reached down, large hands grabbing around your waist. The hands engulfed around your midsection as he lifted you as if you weren't as much as a duffle bag to be tossed over his shoulder while he marched through the halls.
"Oh-" You gasped, suddenly being upright and back pressed against his chest. "Thank you, König." You paused for a moment, looking down and realizing his hands were still wrapped around you, holding you by your midsection, and your back was pressed up against his chest.
"Of course, Shatz." You could hear the smile from under his hood- the snarky little tone dancing around in his smug words. "Now why had you fallen?"
"Just, um. Getting this." You motioned to the folder. "Up there." You motioned to the too-tall cubby.
"Ah, leave it to me." He said, releasing your midsection and grabbing the folder, easily lifting his arm and placing it into the cubicle with no problem.
"Gonna have you file the paperwork from now on." You joked.
"Ah, I prefer my work on the field. Thank you though. Good night." He curtly nodded his head and left as quickly as he had arrived. Leaving you puzzled- embarrassed- and lingering on the feeling of his large hands wrapped around your waist.
...
At this point?
It was not innocent anymore.
Your cheeks burned as you laid back in bed. Hand reaching down past the soft expanse of your tummy and pushing through your waistband.
Just thinking of it being him.
König sliding his hands around your body- feeling you. How his hands could envelop all of your arm, the majority of your thigh, how they slid up against your breasts and one hand completely reached around your fragile little neck.
The light squeeze gives the warning to behave.
Pulling you up into his lap, his legs folded at the knee as he leaned back, pulling your back up against his chest just as he had you lifting you off of the ground. Hand wrapping around your neck and the other hand snaking around and diving down.
The single, large digit would dip between your folds and gently tease at your entrance collecting all of the evidence of your excitement, dragging it upwards, and slowly circling your clit.
The sound of his breath, hot and heavy against your ear and neck as his hood would be lifted, just enough for his teeth to graze against the tip of your ear.
Arching your back and releasing a whine, his hand leaving your clit and grabbing hold of your hip. The large hand grabbed hold of the flesh and bone and pulled you back onto him, stilling your movements and proving any resistance against his intentions wouldn't be tolerated.
"Are you going to be good for me, Shatz?" His voice was breathy- husky. Deep as he growled the words into your neck, moving his hand back down to slip a finger into your tight pussy.
"Yes, please. yes, I'll be so good I promise-"
"You sound so sweet." He compliments, before pushing another digit inside of you, hand reaching up and pushing two fingers into your mouth- stretching out to your tongue and pushing down against it holding your mouth open in the process.
You let out a choked moan sound, the heat in your abdomen at the pressure of his fingers curling inside of you- another outstretched and rubbing smooth circles into your clit with he pad of his finger.
You could feel the saliva gathering in your mouth, tongue fighting against his fingers and closing your mouth, sucking on the digits and swirling your tongue around them.
He chuckles, softly but in that deep dark tone that feels as if it's vibrating out of his chest as he removes his fingers from your mouth and leans forward. Attaching his mouth to yours and breaching your mouth with your tongue.
His fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, wet sounds filling the air and mingling with the soft moans of your heated makeout session. Feeling his tongue invading your mouth and pushing up against yours, the feeling of his spit mingling with your own in your mouth.
Pulling your head back, a thick string of saliva bridging off of his tongue into your mouth. Lifting his hand from your pussy he pushed them into your mouth- not even in a gentle manner. Pushing them inside of your mouth and collecting yours and his own spit and pulling them back before pushing three fingers into your cunt.
"a-ah... Ah." You cried out, the feeling of his fingers stretching your pussy open causing a slight burn as he slowly pumped them in and out.
"Doing so good for me. Need to make sure you are ready. Do not want to do the hurting of my sweet little Ärztin, do I?"
You nodded, mindlessly bucking your hips down onto his fingers as he began to pump them in and out with more purpose.
Against your thigh, you could feel it. You were sure of it- his large and hard cock pressed up against you straining against his pants.
Your hand reaches down, trying to grab his waistband but his hand snags your wrist quickly and pins it to your waist.
He tsked, curling his fingers in a way that made little spots of white appear in your vision. Body falling forward as a moan escaped your lips.
"Oh, does that feel good?" He mocks teasingly. She knew that if she could turn around and see his face it would have that snaggle-toothed grin. The evil little glint in his eyes. A monster holding its prey ready to devour.
"Yesss....." You whine out. "I want you, please."
"You do, do you?" He asks, mock innocence as he continues to push and pulls his fingers from inside of you.
"I do. Please König."
You could feel the shuffle of his hand reaching for his waistband, pulling his belt with a metallic clatter and the zrrrt of his zipper. The sound of rustling fabric as his pants were dropped and his boxers pulled down.
He gripped his cock, rubbing the head of it against your thigh and smearing the bead of precum that had accumulated on it. Rubbing the sensitive flesh against the soft skin of your thigh.
His breath shuddered behind you, as he brought his hips back lining his cock up against your cunt and pushing forward slowly.
His hand wrapped around your front, stabilizing you and bringing his finger forward to rub slow circles into your clit as he continued to push his cock into your tight wet hole.
He groaned- in appreciation would be the only explanation as he bucked suddenly, the feeling of his cock raking against your walls sending you into a tailspin.
"Come on soldier, fuck me." You half whined- half ordered.
His hips and breath stuttered before snapping back and forward as one hand held your throat pushing your back to his chest, the other wrapped around your hip and dipping down rubbing against your clit.
"I will, Shatz." he hisses out, pulling himself out completely and thrusting himself back into the base.
The coil in your tummy pulled tight, the sound of your moans becoming higher pitched while his fingers continued their onslaught against your clit.
"You gonna cum? be a good girl and cum on my cock?"
"Yes- yes I'm gonna-"
"Then be a good girl, cum on my cock while I fill you up."
You moaned the feeling of his jacket against the skin on your back, the slight scratch of some kind of velcro on his pants, and the hot feeling of his finger on your clit sending you over the edge. The fluttering walls of your cunt gripped onto his cock as he continued to snap his hips back and forth into your wet pussy, the squelching sound of wet skin and the slapping of his thighs against yours.
He huffed, grunting, then grunting again before removing his hand from your clit and neck. both hands reaching down to your hips, holding you in an iron grip, and pushing his cock as deep as it could as he came inside you.
His body snapped like a rubber band, wrapping around you as his head fell on your shoulder, feeling his chest heaving behind you as he kept his head rested against you and hips pushed as close to yours as he could.
He lifted you, sliding a hand down to your pussy and using two of his large fingers to push his cum back inside of you, fingering your oversensitive pussy in the name of keeping his seed inside of you.
God,
his hands.
You glanced down, staring at your knees and the sound of the bedside lamp making the strange buzzing sound that would keep you up at night if you forgot to turn it off breaking you from your trance.
You sat, ass resting against your calves with your hand dipped down, fingers curling up into your pussy while you dreamed of him splitting you open on his cock. Holding you up by your waist with his big hands.
Two fingers inside of you, what would it feel like if it were his real fingers? The ones you'd inspected so many times. You could imagine the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers-
But his cock?
Oh, that was a mystery you'd remain to dream of.
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ellie's a sub :3
and is. ive been envisioning her in cat ears so i wrote it kinda i miss writing lol hi btw lol
ellie in cat ears omg
when you bring it up for the first time she gets so fucking shy she’s like “…huh?” but her eyes are getting all wide n glossy
literally 🥺
y’all were literally on the couch watching chronicles of narnia and now she’s horny like what😐 edmond just got kidnapped by the white witch—
she starts fiddling with her thumbs and kinda shies away from saying anything until shes 100% clear on what the fuck you just said
and you’re just like can you gimme head with kitty ears on? they’re upstairs! you’ll look so cute! :D
she nearly passes out… falls to her knees…. starts crying and praising the gods for sending you her way… nasty slut
you’re smiling so bright at your own proposal
before you lean into her, your eyes devilish—sinister before you whisper against the side of her face
be a good kitty’n make me squirt?
you lick up her ear for emphasis and she melts
her breaths are so heavy and her clit is throbbing in her shorts
the walk upstairs and into your bedroom was tortuous for her
she looked like a nervous virgin about to get plowed for the first time… she’s shaking in her boots fr😞
and when you dig around in your underwear drawer for them…. she’s holding her own wrist so tight while she watches you work
until you pull out a pretty set of fluffy pink kitty ears with decorative bows and ruffles on the band
you turn when you hear a thud and see… oh
oh
ellie on her knees with her shirt thrown off onto the bed, staring up at you with glitter sparkling in her orbs
so ready to please
so ready to fucking submit
so ready to be a good kitty for her pretty girlfriend
you smirk and walks towards her, sensuality in your step before securing the band atop her head like a halo
you’re so fucking wet and you know she is too
you can almost hear her fucking purring… she’s so gross
you can feel her breathing right against your stomach as you massage the back of her head
she hooks her fingers into your panties and slides them down slowly… teasing you…. teasing herself
until she’s face to face with your drippy angel cunt
she’s eager enough to eat it right where you stand but you yank her soft hair back before she can lick into you
her nails dig in your thighs so hard… sharp as needles and you shake
you barely get the words out but when you whisper them to her she moans so fucking pretty and her head shakes in approval
kitty’s been so good today. does she want her treat?
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soft/needy/clingy sevika? 🥺
i love you babe, i hope you’re having the most incredible day. you deserve the world <3
awee thank u so much !! <333
men and minors dni
you're just about to turn in for bed when there's a knock at your door.
the only time someone knocks on your door this late at night without previous notice is when that someone is sevika. you grin as you run toward the living room, flinging your door open to reveal your girlfriend.
she looks exhausted. but the moment she sees you, the tension in her shoulders disappears, and she smiles, slumping forward to collapse into your arms.
"hi, honey." you say, wrapping her up into a warm hug. she sighs.
"hey, baby."
"you okay?" you ask as you guide her into your apartment. she trails behind you, touching you the entire walk to the bedroom.
she's quiet as she collapses onto your bed, and you smile down at her.
sevika gets like this sometimes-- all needy and clingy-- and it's the cutest fucking thing in the world.
she's making grabby hands at you from her spot, but you dodge her grasp to start undressing her from her day-clothes.
you start at her feet, unlacing her boots. she sighs when her feet are freed, and you quickly peel off her socks before moving up to unbutton her pants.
as you slowly strip her down to just her boxers, she finds her words, your touch bringing her back to life.
"i just missed you." she whispers, her eyes big and watery as she watches you work. you smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before you crawl into bed beside her.
you curl around her and she shifts in your arms until her nose is brushing yours and your knees are knocking. you start trailing your hand up and down her spine, and watch as she melts under your touch.
"i missed you too." you say. she smiles shyly.
"really? it's only been twelve hours since we saw each other." she says, a little self consciously, like she's worried that her sudden appearance at your doorstep might be over-stepping. she's always insecure about her clingy side, and it only makes you love her more.
"really, sev. wish i could spend every minute with you." you say. sevika smiles, big and toothy, and she leans forward to nuzzle her nose against yours.
"me too." she admits. you giggle.
"i love you." you say. sevika grins.
"i love you too." she says.
"you gonna spend the night here?" you ask. she shrugs.
"if you want me."
"shut the fuck up, i always want you. please stay." you say. sevika sighs happily, closing her eyes in satisfaction at your words.
she's so fucking cute it makes you want to squeal.
"okay." she says, like she didn't walk all the way across town just to be with you. "i'll stay."
you kiss her forehead, and she giggles, a sweet little sound.
"you sleepy?" you ask. she nods, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you closer toward her.
"was tryin' to sleep at home, but i couldn't without you there. missed you. i've gotten used to you squishing me in my sleep-- now bed feels empty without you." she says. your heart skips a beat and you kiss her again.
"you should just move in with me." you whisper.
sevika's sleepy eyes pop right back open, big and bugging out of her skull as she looks at you. you smirk. sevika blinks several times, trying to take in your words, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly as she tries to find her words.
"wh-- seriously?"
"dead serious." you say, nodding. she huffs a little disbelieving laugh, her lips quirking up at the side.
"you-- you won't get sick of me? i'm not very organized-- you know i leave my clothes all over the place. and i work horrible hours, i'll always be waking you up in the middle of the night. and--"
"sevika." you cut her off. she gulps and looks at you with stars in her eyes. "i know all of this already." you say, giggling. "we've been together for two years. you're over here five nights of the week anyways. i still want more of you. i want all of you, always." you remind her. she blinks back tears, then leans forward to bury her face against your throat.
you give her time to collect herself, continuing to stroke your nails up and down her spine, scratching your free hand through her hair.
sevika always gets a little shaky when she's like this. she's tough and stoic all the time, and it took her months to finally open up to you and show you how clingy and soft she can really be. you know how vulnerable she is in this state, and you feel like the luckiest person in the world to be the person she's trusted her sweet heart with.
eventually she catches her breath, pulling away just an inch, her voice wobbly as she speaks.
"okay." she whispers. you grin.
"yeah?"
"yes. please."
"thank fuck." you say, giggling as you pepper her face with kisses. she starts to laugh in your hold, giddy and excited, and when she pulls away enough to look you in the eye, she's got tears running down her cheeks. you coo, cupping her cheeks and wiping up her tears.
"are you sure?" she asks again.
"quit fucking asking me that!" you laugh. sevika snorts. "more sure than i've ever been about anything, okay?"
"okay." sevika says, giggling.
"now go to sleep because the first thing we're doing when we wake up is going to yours to pack your shit up." you say. sevika grins.
"okay."
"goodnight, baby." you whisper, kissing her forehead. "i love you so fucking much."
"'s kinda gay to say to your roommate." she teases. you snort and tug her hair, and she bursts into laughter.
"shut the fuck up." you giggle. sevika hums, then pushes on your shoulder and pins you to the mattress, before flopping right on top of you, nuzzling her face against the crook of your neck and shoulder. you kiss her cheek and wrap your arms around her waist.
"i love you too, you know?" she asks. you smile.
"i know baby." you say.
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Happy Birthday
Nanami Kento x Reader
(Song Inspiration: I Like Me Better by Lauv)
It’s my birthday month! So here’s a birthday special.
Quickly, the alarm was turned off. Nanami slowly turned to face you and smiled with relief and adoration. Relief that you didn’t wake up at 5:00 in the morning. And how much he adores looking at you when you sleep. You are perfect in his eyes. His heart skipped beats the longer he stared at you. Slowly and carefully, he kissed your forehead before getting to the shower to start his morning.
He carefully fixed his hair in the bathroom. He put on his tie and fixed the cuffs of his blue long sleeve button up before exiting the bathroom. He walked over to you again and smiled. Nanami leaned in and kissed your forehead before leaving.
“H-Honey?” Your tired voice had his body freeze at the bedroom door. He slowly turned around to face you. Quietly, he chuckled. You were still asleep. He watched you grab his pillow and hugged it tightly to your chest. You took a deep breath and smiled contently.
“I love you,” sweetheart,” he said softly and left the room.
You were frantic. You woke up late for class. You faintly heard your alarm and when you saw the time at 10:15, you jumped out of bed to get ready. You quickly showered, put together a cute outfit, and applied makeup before heading out the door.
You took a quick look in the mirror. You made sure your tights weren’t ripped, your boot socks matched your beige sweater dress and your boots were tied. You grabbed a beanie off the hook from the wall and your dark brown peacoat. With your key in hand, you threw your backpack in the passenger seat and drove off.
With your phone connected via Bluetooth to the car, you smiled widely to see your boyfriend’s name pop up on your screen.
“Honey!” you greeted happily, forgetting about the rush you just endured this morning.
“Good morning, my love,” Nanami said softly. “How was your morning? You’re almost at school?” You blushed.
“I woke up late and rushed to get ready,” you answered sheepishly. “I left five minutes ago.”
“Okay, my love,” he said. “Get there safely. I’ll make sure I get back home at 6PM.”
“Okay, honey. Did you leave early?”
“I did. I wanted to make sure I get things done so I can leave at a good time at work. I’ll see if Gojo-san can do last minute missions for me.”
“Since you’re trying to come home early, maybe we can stay in and watch a movie? It’s supposed to snow pretty bad in the afternoon. You’ll let me know when you leave right?” you asked worriedly.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Nanami replied. “You’ll do the same?”
“I always do.” He chuckled softly, making your heart flutter with happiness.
“What else do you want to do today?” he asked curiously. You thoughtfully pondered on the question.
“I don’t know,” you answered. “Besides a movie. Or maybe we can read together. Or play a game?”
“Sweetheart, I love you. We’ll play it by ear then.”
“Yeah, we’ll do that.”
You were lucky the snow started to fall when you left class. You quickly stopped at the grocery store and bought some needed fruits and vegetables along with a bottle of red wine. The snowfall became heavier.
You: I just stopped at the store. I’m going home now. I love you❤️ Please be home soon🥺
Nanami: I think I left a bag in the trunk of your car.
By the time you arrived home, the snow covered the ground. Large snowflakes fell through the sky. As annoying the drive was, watching the snowfall was peaceful. Now that you were out of the car, you smiled widely.
You opened the trunk, checking for the bag that your boyfriend left. Your eyes widened to see a large leopard plushie and a bouquet of flowers. A card sat in front of the plushie. With a large smile on your face, you picked up the card.
Happy Birthday, My Love.
I’ll see you at home. I love you so much. You deserve everything.
Love,
Kento
You took a quick picture of the presents Nanami left before carrying them in your arms. You laughed to yourself as you unlocked the door.
“I can’t believe I forgot that it was my birthday,” you said to yourself. You kicked the snow off of your boots before stepping inside your shared apartment. You walked inside the kitchen and you gasped. Candle lights were lit up. Bags of gifts covered the countertop, leaving room for a small birthday cake in the middle. “Kento?”
“Happy birthday, my love.” You turned around and watched Nanami walked over to you with a smile on his face. Nanami hugged you tightly in his arms before kissing you passionately. “You forgot.”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Didn’t realize in school?” You shook your head. “Not even when you looked at your phone? The date is right in front of you.” You lightly chuckled.
“Not at all.” Nanami laughed and kissed your forehead. “W-When did you do all of this, honey?”
“I left early to put the plushie, flowers, and card in the trunk. But you didn’t say anything so I text you about a ‘bag’. I took the day off today to buy you presents, your cake, and dinner. I made your favorite dish. And—“
“You bought me a strawberry cake?” you asked excitedly. Nanami nodded and you cheered happily. Nanami took the plushie and flowers from your arms and put them by the bags of presents. You looked over at the counter. “You bought me so much. You didn’t have to do that.”
“You tell me that every year for the past five years,” he said. You blushed.
“And every year the presents increase.” Nanami lightly laughed and kissed your pouty lips.
“Like I said, you deserve everything.” You smiled softly and nodded. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, honey. Can I open my presents now?” you immediately asked with excitement.
“Go ahead, love.”
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WWDITS Headcanons: You Having the Opposite Aesthetic of Everyone Else at the Vampire Residence (fem!reader)
tw: vampires, blood, corpses, mentions of killing, mentions of virgins, immortality
you were brought into the house to work as nadja and laszlo’s familiar
after having so many familiars die on the job, they had pretty much lost hope that they would ever find one that was right for them
so when you of all people, with your brightly colored hair, glittery makeup, long nails, and hot pink platform boots, were still around after a few weeks, they knew you were special 💞
of course they had their doubts at first, thinking you were much too soft for the job based on your cute aesthetic, but you surprised them with how tough you were
you had no problem finding them victims, cleaning up blood stains, and disposing of corpses. the promise of eternal life was much too great for you to give up because of some gore
nadja is overjoyed to have another woman in the house, and quickly becomes more of a bestie than a boss (as long as you do all of your duties as a familiar too)
she requires you to attend weekly “girls nights” with her, the guide, and mini nadja, but even if they weren’t mandatory, you’d happily go along
sometimes you’ll get all dressed up and go clubbing, taking everyone’s drinks for them since they can’t ingest human food
you stick out like a sore thumb in your pink sequin mini dress and heels, the rest of them shrouded in black lace, but you have an amazing time regardless. they really know how to party!
but sometimes you just have sleepovers where you watch mamma mia and talk shit about all the men in the house
laszlo didn’t take you seriously at first. he never really saw the appeal of having a familiar, thinking he got along just fine without one, but wanted to please his good lady wife
he could never understand how nandor was so attached to guillermo. he was just some human who followed him around and did his bidding
that was, until you came along
he found it was really nice to have someone to practice his music with, to organize his library for him, to help him into his coffin every night… and after a while he really grew quite fond of you
which scared him, because he knew how fragile human life was
but that only made him want to keep you under his wing more, to protect you until the day him and nadja decided to turn you
they love having you accompany them on their nightly walks, carrying their parasol behind them as they bask in the moonlight
they’re super protective of you, especially from people who assume you’re an easy target because of your looks
like, if anyone tries to mess with you around them, lazslo will yell at them to go fuck off, and nadja will practically go feral and rip their heart out
you’ll have to BEG her not to hurt them for her to even CONSIDER letting them go 💀
nandor pretty much falls in love with you upon first sight
he absolutely adores your style, loving how unique it is compared to anyone else he knows
he tries and fails to flirt with you all the time while you’re working, until nadja eventually yells at him to leave you to your chores, and he’ll scuttle away bc he’s scared of her 😀
he sometimes asks you to do his makeup like yours, saying he wants to “glitter like twilight”
his undead heart stops when you lean close to his face to do his eyeliner 🥺
he desperately wants to ask you out but is terrified of what nadja would do to him should you agree
she thinks you’re MUCH too good for him
he eventually goes to laszlo for help, since he’s such an “expert” on modern women 💀
he agrees to help him, but tells him that if you guys start dating and he hurts you, he’ll kill him 😗
guillermo is honestly just so thrilled to have another human in the house to sympathize with him 😭
the two of you quickly become partners in crime, dragging bodies down the stairs together and recruiting virgins for your vampires to feast on
he also wouldn’t hesitate to slay any vampire who tried to feed on you
you always stick up for him when the vampires aren’t taking him seriously, which helps since they all value your opinion tremendously
nandor gets a bit jealous when he finds out that you and guillermo get lunch together everyday 😭
guillermo admittedly gets a bit jealous when you’re turned into a vampire before he is, but is obviously very happy for you
but since nandor has such a soft spot for you, you’re able to convince him to turn guillermo sooner :) that way you can be a big happy vampire family forever
collin robinson thinks you’re quite entertaining, although he gets frustrated at the fact that you somehow always dodge all of his attempts to drain your energy
when you go out on the town with everyone, you have major scary dog privilege
when you walk by, people see a pretty pink princess 💞
and then they see the three huge, dramatically dressed vampires, one emotionless suited man, and one monster slayer walking behind you and they’re like oh shit nvm 💀
#what we do in the shadows#wwdits headcanon#nandor the relentless#laszlo cravensworth#nadja of antipaxos#guillermo de la cruz#collin robinson#wwdits x reader#what we do in the shadows scenarios#what we do in the shadows fanfiction#nandor x reader#wwdits
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Tradition and Love🌹
Leon S. Kennedy x reader
A/N:The third treat for Fi's Christmas Market ☃️ is here! Leon is a huge softie in this (what's new) and it's so wholesome 🥺 I hope you enjoy this one <3
~Fi 🐝
Warnings: tw: Love. First ever L-word, sharing family traditions with our baby <3
Word count: 3.2k
Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.
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Your laugh echoed through the hallway of your apartment complex as you stumbled into your home with a very grumpy Leon by your side. The snow on your boots was coming off, landing on the floor.
Leon's face was red, and he muttered unintelligible things under his breath. "I-... I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to do that!" You wheezed, doubling over and holding your stomach.
The laughter had coaxed tears to fall from your lashline. He only glared at you, making you break into another fit of giggles. You had taken a walk on this snowy day, and you might've dragged Leon down with you, making snow angels. On your way back, you had slipped your hand from his and balled up some snow and aimed it right at his back.
Well, you're aim was terrible and unfortunately for your boyfriend, he turned around in the worst possible moment with a puzzled expression on his face, looking for the warmth of your hand in his.
Before you could stop yourself, you threw the snowball and it hit him square in the face. Your first reaction was shock, slapping your hands over mouth, which quickly turned into full bellied laughter when you saw the way his shoulders slumped and he let out a defeated sigh before shaking the snow off his face.
"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't think you'd turn around." You fanned away your tears, trying not to break into laughter again. "I didn't think you'd come at me with the snowball of death." He grumbled, rubbing his face, hoping to warm it up.
You did feel guilty, extremely so, but there was just something about the look on his face and the way his cheeks and nose looked so cute when they were all blushed from the cold, that made you want to do it again.
"I'll warm ya up." You smiled, taking his face in your hands and stroking his cheeks while pressing kisses to the tip of his nose and the corner of his mouth.
A hum rumbled through his chest as he stood before you, slightly bending over to compensate for your height difference. "Better?"
"Almost." He smirked, gently moving your hands from his face to his neck and holding onto your waist. He brushed his nose with yours before placing a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm much better now, thank you, sweetheart." He grinned, slipping his hands from you.
"I'm glad. Wouldn't want my boy to be cold, hm?" The way you said it was like honey, like a sweet dusted in sugar. With the purest intentions and that irresistible smile on your face that Leon swore would make him go into cardiac arrest one day.
He hoped you didn't catch the way he froze for a split second before moving on and acting like your words didn't just set aflame a raging fire in his heart. Leon cracked a smile at the warm feeling in his chest. Finally, after all of it, he knew he was cared for and loved.
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Later that day, you were lounging on the couch, Leon's head was resting in your lap as you were gently running your fingers through his blonde locks. This would be your first Christmas together. A holiday you cherished and held so close to your heart, you would now spend with your lover. Although, love was really an understatement of what you were feeling for Leon. It went so much deeper than words could describe, rooting its way deep into every crevice of your heart.
"Lee, I thought since this is our first Christmas together, we could share some of our family traditions and do them together? If you want to, of course." You smiled down at him softly, caressing his face when he turned his head to look at you.
"I, uh, I don't really have any." He said with a half-hearted smile. You could see that this affected him deeply. The way he tensed in your hold or how he avoided meeting your gaze. A small frown settled on your lips.
"Well, I'd love to share some of mine with you. And we can always make our own, right?"
He chuckled softly, turning fully on his back. "I guess we can. What are some of these traditions?" He asked softly, taking on of your hands from his hair and gently holding it. He did that quite often, but it never managed to stop butterflies from erupting in the pit of your stomach.
"One of them," you began, still stroking his hair, "is throwing a pomegranate on the ground so it breaks. It's good luck for the new year. It's a pretty simple one, but I'd love to do it with you."
"This is not a trick to trap me in the Underworld with you, is it?" He questioned suspiciously. You let out a laugh, throwing your head back.
"No, silly. I wouldn't need to trick you. You'd come with me willingly." You teased.
"Damn right I would. Can't leave my girl alone in a world full of dead people, can I?"
"My gallant hero." You giggled, making a proud smirk appear on Leon's face.
"Downside, it needs to be on Christmas eve for the luck to work, so you're gonna have to wait a little." You looked down at him with a somewhat sorry expression, telling him about these traditions and then making him wait.
"But, I have another one that we could do today!" You announced with a grin and you swear you saw his eyes light up. Even just a little.
"I'm all ears, sweetheart."
"We always called it a 'Light walk'. As the name suggests, we take a walk around the neighborhoods at night and look at all the lights and decorations that people have set up. It's gonna be even better because it snowed. What do you think?" You pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"I think,"he started, getting up from his place in your lap and settling down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "that sounds perfect." He ended it with a whisper close to your ear before kissing your cheek. With a wide smile, you cuddled closer to his side.
"Just don't throw a snowball in my face again, alright?"
"I'll think about it." You grinned.
"Minx."
"You love me."
He hummed in response, letting himself fall on top of you. Leon buried his face in your chest. You were tied down. There was no way you would move now. Not that you wanted to.
"And you love me. Which is why you're gonna let me take a nap on my favorite pillow." He mumbled, eyes falling shut. You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
"I'll wake you when the lights are on." You whispered lovingly, tracing patters on his back. The two of you sunk into the softness of the couch, enveloped by the warm blanket that was your love.
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The sun had set, and you were out and about with Leon. Hand in hand you were walking down the snowy lanes of your neighborhood, illuminated by the plethora of Christmas lights your holiday enthusiastic neighbors had put up. You could see the faintest hint of stars speckled on the indigo night sky, accompanied by the glow of the moon.
"You look beautiful in the moonlight." Leon broke you out of your silence, his voice was soft, and the underlying tone of adoration was hard to miss. "Thank you, baby. So do you." You smiled sweetly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
To say Leon was caught off guard would've been an understatement. He'd never been called beautiful before. He didn't know what to feel. Flattered, shy, embarrassed?
"I- um.. Thank.. you?" He stuttered, his cheeks red. He quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
"No need to be shy. You are pretty. The prettiest, actually."
"Baby-"
"The prettiest of the prettiest." You giggled, seeing him swallow. You couldn't get enough of him like this, the stoic and cold Leon Kennedy was blushing because you called him pretty.
"I think that title goes to you." He smirked. Seemed like he got a hold of his cockiness again. Now, it was your turn to be all flustered.
"Hey, why are you turning this on me-"
"The prettiest girl I've ever seen." He said lowly, his hands stopping you from walking any further as they firmly grabbed your waist. Your eyes widened before a small pout settled on your lips.
"Shut up and watch the lights!" You huffed, still very obviously flustered. Leon laughed before taking a hold of your hand again and continuing your way around the neighborhood.
Some houses had a string of lights or two running along them, others were completely decked in bright, blinking lights and obnoxious inflatable Santas and snowmen. Doors and windows were adorned by green garlands with red ornaments as well as delicate golden decorations.
One of the first houses you'd passed was decorated in every color, cheesy and somewhat tacky decor littered the front yard and the house. A long cable ran across the yard, powering a projector, which made little snowflakes happily dance over the side of the house. "Jesus, those lights are burning holes into my retinas." You complained, holding a hand in front of your eyes to soothe the sting the blue light inflicted on you.
"I think the Santa in swim trunks and a cocktail makes up for it, though." Leon grinned, gesturing to the inflatable Santa that was slightly swaying in the breeze, a pair of sunglasses on his face and a very classic cocktail in a coconut shell in his hand.
"That's not any good if I'm blind, Leon!"
The next house was quite the opposite of the obnoxiously, retina-burning decorated place you'd seen just moments ago. It was so elegantly lit up, very subtle stars and reindeer sculptures were placed in a scene in front of the house. It was eye catching, to the say the least. The homeowner had very obviously put a lot of effort into carefully arranging their decorations. The soft light emitted from the lights cast a golden shimmer on the blanket of snow covering the grass.
There was a big tree as well, dusted in white flakes. A delicate string of lights was wrapped around it, with a beautiful star at the top. A very classic and chic approach to Christmas decorations.
"I like this one. Reminds me of how you decorate." Leon said quietly before cracking a small smile and glancing over the sweet reindeer sculptures. The golden glow looked like a sparkling treasure in his blue eyes. A sea of emotions that was yours to discover. "M'glad you like how I decorate." You smiled softly, admiring his side profile while your arm was hooked into his.
"I like everything you do." Leon had the gentlest look on his face. His brows were pulled together in admiration. He did like how you decorated. It was so you. Regardless, you'd asked for his opinion and thought, which now made it uniquely us as Leon had called it, making your heart skip a beat. Us really had a nice ring to it.
"Look," he pointed to a doe and buck standing next to eachother, "It's us." He chuckled. The two light figures were placed under the shelter of the tree, intwined in an affectionate manner.
"Aw, Leon!" Tiny tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
"That's the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me." You whispered, the smile on your face evident in your voice.
"I can say something even lovelier, you know." Leon spoke softly, his arms holding you against him. "Hm, what?" You asked curiously, hiding your face in his warm chest to hide from the cold. He gently tilted your head up to look at him. Leon was holding you so softly, like you were a delicate glass ornament.
"I love you."
Holy shit. Your eyes widened and your mouth slightly fell agape as you processed what he had said. You hadn't said the dreaded L-word yet. Not in a million years had you expected him to say it first. You could feel your heart swell as if it would jump from your ribcage any second and let itself be cradled in Leon's loving embrace.
You snapped out of your lovestruck trance when you saw him getting antsy. His brows were slightly scrunched together, the corners of his mouth dropped slightly, and he began stroking his thumb over your jaw to distract himself. He was scared shitless.
You weren't saying or doing anything. Was he moving too fast? But he couldn't hold it in anymore, no matter how hard he tried. He had never said this to anyone. Never been this vulnerable around anyone but you. His chest was constricting with anxiety. Leon's thoughts were running amok, conjuring all kinds of different scenarios. Like, what if-
"I love you too."
The heavy Boulder that lay on his chest was shattered by the softness of your voice. He could see the sheen of tears in your eyes and how your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as to not break into a fit of excitement.
Leon let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Without another word, he pulled you flush against his chest and laid his head in the crook of your neck, smiling against your skin.
"I love you. Let's go home." He whispered, pressing a kiss just below your ear.
The snow accompanied the two of you as you walked back to your warm home. Leon pampered you with kisses and sweet murmurs through the rest of the evening, and you held him as he fell asleep, telling him just how much you truly loved him.
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"Sweetheart, I know this is important to you, but you're holding up the aisle and it's in the middle of the Christmas rush-"
"I almost got it, I swear! I just need to find the perfect one." You mumbled, standing in the produce aisle. Your field of vision was entirely red as you scanned through the piles of pomegranates. It was the 23rd, and you still needed the fruit for tomorrow evening. You had done the remaining holiday shopping days before, but the pomegranate needed to be fresh.
And here you were, biting at the inside of your cheek while being bumped by stressed parents and shopping carts as you tried to pick out the perfect fruit. It needed to be perfect.
"Honey-"
"I almost got it!" You said nervously, glacing over to see the pushing look of your boyfriend and the displeased faces of many holiday-stressed people.
"C'mon, where are you.." you muttered to yourself, eyes flitting over the shiny heaps of fruit. Your gaze landed on a slightly lumpy pomegranate, it looked vaguely like a heart. That's the one, you thought.
This was your perfect. It wasn't about looking for the roundest, most symmetrical or shiny one. It was about the one that spoke to you. It was unique, you liked it. Your hand quickly darted forward and grabbed it before slithering through the crowds of people to get back to Leon.
"Got it!" You announced proudly, showing off the pomegranate to Leon.
"Good. It's perfect." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. He gently guided you through the store with a hand gently placed on your lower back.
"That grandma behind you was about to jump at your throat." He chuckled.
"She's just jealous I got the best pomegranate."
"I'm sure that's it, Babe."
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Leon almost stumbled down the stairs of your apartment building, that's how eagerly your were dragging him with you. You were all cuddled up for the cold, in one hand you held the fruit you had acquired yesterday, and in the other you tightly held his.
"Slow down, Baby." He said, trying not to trip and fall into you.
"It's so exciting, hurry!"
He had to admit, although there was the hazard of falling down the stairs and spending Christmas in the hospital, your unbridled excitement made him smile. He sometimes doubted whether you liked, not loved, him.
He knew you loved him with all that you were, but did you like him as a person? He felt ashamed of those thoughts, he didn't want to doubt you. You were his everything, his world, his light. But the way you were so excited to do this with him made the doubt fizzle away. All you'd do was throw a fruit on the ground, yet you acted like it would be the event of the century.
It made his heart beat stronger, he felt giddy, like a teenager. He never had the chance to have a classic high-school sweethearts romance, but you made your relationship feel exactly like that, and he loved you that much more for it.
The cold hit his face when you stormed out the front door with him in tow. You picked a nice spot, not too secluded but also not too in the way as to not make as big of a mess.
"Alright. Okay. Are you ready?" You asked him, holding out the pomegranate. The puzzled look on his face prompted you to explain further.
"I want you to do it."
"But it's your tradition."
"The person who breaks it gets a little extra luck. I want you to have it." You smiled softly, pressing the fruit into his palm.
He would address the chaos of emotions inside of him later, for he feared if he did now he wouldn't be able to hold back. He was caught off guard. You wanted him to have the extra luck.
You could've kept that to yourself, hell, even if you had told him before he still would've encouraged you to be the one to break it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to ignore the sting of tears in his eyes. "Are- Are you sure?"
You nodded encouragingly, giving his wrist a gentle squeeze. You pulled your hands away, giving him room to throw the pomegranate, but he gentle grabbed your hand and placed it on the other side of the fruit.
"Together?" He had a hopeful smile on his face.
"Together."
With both of you having a hold of the pomegranate, you threw it on the ground. It hit the concrete and cracked into two halves, some of the seeds spilling out on the ground.
Leon took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as you both watched the lights reflect in the crimson flesh of the fruit. The little seeds shimmered like rubies.
"You think we'll have double extra luck now?" Leon smirked. You giggled, squeezing his hand.
"I don't know. I guess we'll have to see just how lucky we get, hm?"
"I couldn't get any luckier." He said softly, pulling you into him and pressing a passionate kiss on your soft lips. They fit perfectly against his, moving in sync. Your arms wrapped around him as he slightly dipped you, making you gasp. He swallowed the sound and could feel you smiling against his lips.
"I love you, Leon."
"I love you ,too, Baby."
The glittery snowflakes cascaded upon the two of you, painting a perfect scene. Your hearts were full, so were your arms. Of eachother, the one you held so dear. The moon and stars shone down on you, sealing your love.
You were filled with warmth and joy, but most importantly, with Tradition and Love.
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I hope you like it, @vampkennedy <3
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Reader keeps trying to escape so Yandere Levi tries to get her pregnant as punishment to keep her bound to him please 🥺
Where Rebellion Leads You
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Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, non con vaginal sex, non con touching, breeding kink, Levi trying to impregnate Reader as punishment, manhandling, degradation, beatings and whippings referenced, isolation punishment referenced, burning from a fire place poker referenced, stripping/nudity, choking
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Levi has had enough of your rebellious behavior. After finding you, he drags your sorry ass back into his house, slamming the door shut with all of his rage.
He pushes you down in front of the fireplace, standing there with his hands on his hips, looking at you like he just doesn’t know what to do with you anymore.
He has whipped you, even beaten you with his fists. He has locked you up in the bedroom for weeks, keeping you chained to the bed. He even hit you with the burning end of a red hot poker once. You still have the scar on your upper thigh from when he did that. With all of these punishments for running away, none of them have worked.
Maybe, he needs to try a new method.
“Take your clothes off.”
He begins undressing himself, letting his coat, shirt, and trousers fall into a pile on the chair in the living room.
Your hands shake as you obey his command. His boot is right in your line of sight, and you know he has no problems with kicking you in order to get you moving. On the floor, you wriggle out of your dress and undergarments, undoing your chemise last and letting it drop next to you in front of the fireplace.
Hugging your knees to your chest, you look up at him. His cock leering at you, heavy and intimidating.
“On your knees, brat.”
“Levi…I’m sorry. Please, we’ve never done this before.”
“You’re sorry? I don’t believe that. Get on your knees before I make you.”
You remain in your spot, clutching your knees even harder now. Levi clicks his tongue at you in annoyance, grabbing you by your shoulder, manhandling you until your elbows and knees are digging into the scratchy rug.
“I’m going to fucking knock you up and make you a little pregnant bitch. Nothing but a whore with a bun in the oven,” Levi breathes roughly into the shell of your ear as he impales you suddenly.
You cry out from the pain of him being in between your legs like this, sobbing from the lewd and degrading words spilling from his foul mouth.
“Your tits will be so swollen, you’ll be crying all the time. Nobody but me will want you. Why would anyone want a slut who is stupid enough to get pregnant during these times? Just another mouth to feed.”
He fucks into you, defined hips digging into your back as he grabs your soft body, squeezing your thighs, ass, and breasts. He elicits a long moan into your neck as he spears you with the thick pink tip of his dick.
You collapse onto the floor, but this doesn’t deter Levi from his goal. He wraps a hand around you, clasping your throat. You choke on short breaths and sobs, overwhelmed and feeling smothered.
“You’re nothing but a bottom feeding bitch. You have to know that. You’re lucky I fucking took you in, lucky I find you attractive enough to want to put my come in. You’re going to carry my kid, and you’re going to thank me for filling you up with my seed.”
Your pussy swallows his cock, and the friction eases with how wet you are. The initial pain has gone away, leaving a buzzing in your slit.
Still, you cry from how rough he’s being with you, sob from how much he won’t just let you go, scream in rage from your loss of freedom.
You spend the next hour with Levi burried inside of you, coming into you again and again. He fills you up as promised, forcing you to lie still as he recovers before starting up again.
When he’s finally through with you, Levi carries you upstairs and chains you to the bed he shares with you.
“Quit crying, brat. You only have yourself to blame for all of this. Now, thank me for caring enough about you to find you and for giving you my come.”
You don’t want to say any of that, but you also don’t have a choice. Glancing up at him, you tell him what he wants to hear. “Thank you for caring enough to find me and for filling me with your come, sir.”
The smirk he gives you is enough to cause you to shake with rage all over again. He pets your head, scratching your scalp lightly like one would a dog.
“That’s a good girl. Sit here and reflect on things. I’ll be back later with dinner. You’ll need to stay healthy for when you get pregnant.”
By the walls, you hope you have infertility issues.
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dad!Harvey playing in the snow with his baby girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Im getting so soft for dad!harvey im sorry in advance bc im gonna tell you all of my ideas😋 - @lafantasiaworld
Thank you @lafantasiaworld for the request and please do keep 'em coming! I hope you enjoy this one!
Yes yes yes, I got carried away (again) writing this. But who could resist dad!Harvey?!?!?!
GOLDEN GLOW
"Sunny, still not feeling well?" Harvey caressed the cheek of his sleeping wife. Harvey decided to bring his family over to Aspen for a vacation after the new year. His wife opened her eyes, and Harvey sat down beside her on the bed. "I don't feel too good, but I feel a little better," his wife answered, tiresome lingered in her voice. "I'm sorry, I got sick on our vacation," she continued as Harvey shook his head. "Nothing is more important than for you to get better." Harvey leaned down and kissed the tip of his wife's nose. She giggled, and relief washed over him. At least she could giggle now. A familiar pitter-patter approached the room, about to disturb the silence Harvey and his wife were enjoying. "Daddy!!!" the high-pitched voice announced her arrival before anyone could see the source of the voice. Both Harvey and his wife laughed. Guilt heaved in her heart. They were supposed to go outside and play in the snow. "Daddy, you told me not to bother mommy; why are you bothering her?" the little girl said as she approached the large bed both her parents shared. She wiggled herself around and tried to get onto the bed. The little girl stood on the bed, holding Harvey's face in her tiny arms. "Daddy, answer," she demanded, all serious. His wife laughed at the antics her firstborn always threw. "Daddy was just checking up on me, my sweet girl." The little girl looked at his mom, then looked back at his father. "Do you really?" she questioned her father still. "Yes, my little dove." Harvey grinned as he answered. His daughter was very persistent, much like her father. "Come on!" Harvey hoisted his little girl as he stood up. "Let's let mommy rest so we can go out and play in the snow." His little girl squealed and wriggled out of Harvey's arms. "We really will?" Harvey's heart warmed at the sight of his daughter's eyes, gleaming with joy. "Go on and bundle up. Do you need help?" Harvey offered, as his daughter had already taken off running from the bedroom and heard a distant no.
"Daddy! Why are you taking so long?" Harvey laughed heartily as he heard the impatience of his daughter. Clarice Sophia Specter. A daughter who looked like an exact copy of her father. She acted exactly like her father, but with the eyes of her mother. She made a spectacle even before she was born. Arrived a week early when her mother was in the courtroom, defending a falsely accused man. The moment Harvey looked into the eyes of his newborn daughter, he swore that she would be the death of him. Harvey walked over to his daughter, who was tapping her tiny boots impatiently over the hardwood floor. "You are taking like forever and more, daddy," she pouted, reaching her hand up for Harvey to hold. Harvey took her tiny hand in his. "The shoelaces on my boots were tangled up, Soph." Harvey offered her an explanation as he looked down at his daughter. Sophia then proceeded to look at her father's boots and examine the boots for any further errors regarding the shoelaces. "Be careful, daddy. Don't get hurt," her little eyes wandered over Harvey's. Harvey kneeled over her daughter. "I won't. Don't worry about me, little dove. Thank you for checking up on me." Harvey kissed her daughter on her plump cheek, and she giggled. "You're welcome, but come on, daddy! Let's go play; come on, come on!"
"Sophia! Slow down!" Harvey called as she ran off and bolted out as soon as he opened the cabin's door. Harvey tried to catch up with his daughter. Harvey finally saw his daughter in the clearing of the forest near the cabin they rented. The snowflakes gently danced from the sky, creating a magical scene. Sophia twirled around, arms outstretched, trying to catch the delicate flakes on her tongue. Harvey's heart warmed at the sight of his daughter, so young and innocent. Upon realizing that her father was watching her, she called him, "Daddy, look!" Sophia twirled again, and she ran to Harvey, tongue out. She stood in front of Harvey, pointing at her tongue. Harvey laughed. "The snowflakes have already melted, sweetheart." Sophia pouted, "But didn't you see?" She asked, all excited. "Yes, Soph. I saw all the snowflakes you caught." She giggled upon hearing her father's answer.
Sophia, adorned in her colorful snowsuit, eagerly tugged on her father's hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Daddy daddy, let's make snow angels, and we take pictures and we show mommy!" Harvey couldn't resist his daughter's infectious enthusiasm. He chuckled warmly and agreed. "There, Soph, you go first while I take a video of you to send to mommy." Harvey pointed to a rather flat layer of snow. Sophia pouted as she looked up at Harvey. "Daddy, we do it together." Harvey was touched by her daughter's answer. "Come on then, I'll race you there!" Harvey ran off, earning a protest from the little Miss Specter. Harvey ran slower, letting her daughter win. "Me win, me win!" Sophia danced as Harvey pretended to be out of breath. "Wow, I should tell mommy that Sophia is now a big girl!" Harvey exclaimed as he tackled his daughter to the snow, making sure it wasn't a hard fall. Sophia giggled joyously as Harvey joined her in a fit of laughter. The two of them laid down on the snow as their laughter died down. "Daddy, why is mommy sick?" Harvey looked at his daughter as the pair of identical eyes of his wife stared back at him. "Remember we told you that you were going to be a big sister?" Sophia nodded. "Mommy got sick because carrying a baby is a hard job, Soph." Harvey could see his daughter's eyebrows knit together. "Mommy got sick because of the baby?" Harvey shook his head. "No, mommy was just tired because she has been a superhero for us. Carrying your baby brother, taking care of me and you, and she also has to work." Sophia nodded, satisfied by her father's answer. "I love you, my little dove," Harvey said as he kissed the top of his daughter's head. "No, daddy, I love you more than you love me." Harvey was about to argue when his daughter cut him off. "Now, watch, daddy. This is how you make snow angels." Sophia moved her hands and legs, showing her father how to make snow angels, as if her father were clueless on how to do so. Harvey smiled as he watched her daughter, heart full of love.
As they strolled through the snow-covered streets, Harvey couldn't help but marvel at his daughter's unbridled happiness. Sophia, however, had a mischievous glint in her eye. She scooped up a handful of snow and playfully tossed it at her father, who pretended to be surprised.
"Daddy, let's build a snowman!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with creativity.
The duo set to work, packing and shaping the snow into a round base. With each pat and roll, Sophia and her father bonded over shared laughter and the simple joy of creating something together. Soon, their snowman stood proudly, adorned with a carrot nose, button eyes, and a colorful scarf Harvey had prepared.
As the day unfolded, Sophia and Harvey engaged in a spirited snowball fight. Laughter echoed through the air as they dodged and giggled, leaving behind a trail of footprints in the freshly fallen snow. Harvey couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment, cherishing the special moments spent with his daughter.
The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the snowy landscape. Sophia and her father, rosy-cheeked and filled with happiness, headed back to the cabin. They kicked off their snowy boots, shedding layers of winter gear.
After Harvey cooked both his wife and daughter dinner and sent his wife back to bed, he walked out of the bedroom with Sophia in tow. "Will mommy be okay?" Worry was etched in his daughter's voice. "Don't worry, mommy is getting better," Harvey reassured Sophia, and she nodded. Hand in hand, they headed back downstairs. Harvey's heart heaved. He never had this much time with his daughter, and now the day is about to end. The next time he knew, Sophia would be 17, going against every single thing Harvey said.
Wrapped in blankets, Sophia nestled against her father, their hearts warmed not only by the crackling fire but also by the precious memories created in the magical snowfluff of that winter day. "I love you so much, Soph," Harvey whispered against Sophia's soft hair. "I know, daddy. I love you much more too," Sophia replied, also whispering.
And so, in the quiet embrace of each other, the father-daughter duo drifted into a dreamland, where snowflakes continued to dance and their laughter echoed in the winter night, creating a timeless tale of love and joy.
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