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halucynator · 9 months

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LUCY BESTIE I GOT A FIC IDEA THE READER ABSOLUTELY JAW DROPPED SHOCKED LIKE REALLY REALLY SHOCKED WHEN SHE SEES MATTHEO TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF AND SHES HIS ABS, ARM VIENS, HANDS- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A TACO-

Red Wine

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, kissing lmk if there are anymore

Summary: where your best friend, Pansy, "accidentally" spills wine on Mattheo at a Slytherin Party and volunteers you to help him clean up.

Hope this is to your liking 💕

Reader is Slytherin x the divider is by @firefly-graphics xx check them out for more!! This is their post with the dividers x

You entered the Great Hall and walked up to the Slytherin table. The table was filled with chatters about the Slytherin Party happening this very evening. Your head was kinda hurting so you decided not to go. Until...

"Y/n darling! You can't turn down an invitation to a party! Especially not a Slytherin one!" Pansy said appalled at your decision as you sat in your dorm.

"Pansy my head is throbbing." You replied trying to convince her.

"No way. You are going to that party. Mattheo will be there! And I know how much you like him." Pansy said far too loud.

"Louder Pansy. I don't think they heard you over at the boys dorms." You said irritated at the fact that she spilled your secret.

"Sorry." She muttered slightly taken aback. "Please come! I promise I'll make it worth you while."

"Ok fine. Wait what do you mean?" You asked.

"You'll see." She smirked to herself.

You got into a green body fitting dress, exaggerating your curves. You had to admit you looked stunning. You paired it with black heels that Pansy let you borrow and silver snake earrings as well as a necklace. You had your hair in a bun with a few strands out at the front which you curled.

"Wow! Darling you look amazing!" Pansy said as she saw you all ready.

"Thanks!" You replied smiling at her.

As you and Pansy walked down the stairs, your friends stared at you in shock. One of them being Mattheo.

Pansy was daring so her response didn't shock you.

"I know we're hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." She said making you chuckle and lightly smack her arm.

"Pansy!" You exclaimed as you giggled.

"You look nice." Mattheo complemented you.

"just nice?" You joked.

"I mean, very nice. Like gorgeous i-" Mattheo said flustered.

"I'm joking. You don't look too bad yourself. Turns out you clean up way better than I expected.". You cut him off before he had a crisis. He softly smiled at you as you noticed he was... blushing?

You and your friends sat in the back corner of the room as you usually did. None of you were heavily into the dancing and the lights. You were just there for the alcohol.

You and Pansy went to grab drinks. Pansy got red wine which you found weird since she never was fond of it.

"I didn't know you liked red wine." You said.

"Does the job." She replied.

"Wh-" you began.

"Careful, your drinks gonna fall!" Pansy exclaimed as she saw you tilting your glass unconciously.

"Oh shit! Thanks." You replied.

You walked back to the table where your friends were sat. You saw Pansy pull a face as she gulped down the wine. You sat down next to Mattheo. As she went to take the seat next to you, she tripped due to the table leg and spilled her red wine all over Mattheo's white suit.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Pansy exclaimed.

Mattheo took a deep breath before responding.

"It's fine." He muttered. "Unfortunately all my white shirts have just been washed so I don't have any spare."

You stared at Pansy in disbelief refusing to believe it was an accident. You saw right through her little facade. Pansy gave you a look to say something, but in that moment you had no idea what to say.

"Y/n has some spare oversized shirts she could lend you?" Pansy suggested. "Don't you y/n?" She nudged.

"Uh... yeah yeah! I have some spare oversized shirts, if you can just follow me to my dorm." You said realising Pansy's endeavour.

"No it's fine I don't want to bother you." Mattheo replied.

"Don't worry about it!" You said. Mattheo gave in and followed you to your dorm.

You took a towel and wiped off the red wine before reaching in to your cupboard and grabbing the shirt.

As you turned around you saw Mattheo unbuttoning his shirt and your jaw dropped. You almost dropped the shirt in your hands on the floor.

His abs, his arms and his hands were perfect. He was perfect.

"I know I'm hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." Mattheo repeated Pansy's exact words, smirking as he did so.

"Sorry I- I should probably turn around." You said flustered.

"No, I don't mind. Unless you do, that is?" Mattheo questioned.

"Looking at those abs? Fuck no, I don't." You said half joking as you turned around still blushing. He chuckled.

When Mattheo was fully dressed you suggested that you both go down back to the party before anyone got suspicious.

"Will they be wrong?" He asked.

"What do you-" you started. Before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours. The moment was surreal and you wished it would last forever.

Fucking Pansy and her red wine.

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percy-puppy · 4 months

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Headcanon: Thinking of the 141!men having an afab!partner with body hair.

About: CoD Men || Task Force 141

CW: 18+ Blog/Post | MDNI, afab!reader, reader with body hair, pubic hair, talks about bullying in school, judgment, puberty, insecurity, sex (oral/reader receiving, PIV/penetrative sex, switch!dynamic, body worship, s&m), hair pulling, not proofread

A/N: Anyone else struggling with posting on the smartphone app? Like Tumblr? What's going on? Anyway, this is for my bestie who ranged about the lack of representation. @mothymunson 💕

🎀Price: Price is a hairy, hairy man. God, he is so fuzzy, and it's so hot. Obviously, he doesn't care if his partner is hairy, either. It would be hypocritical of him, really. In fact, he would be an encouraging force. It's lots of work to keep shaved and smooth, and should you feel comfortable with just no longer shaving, then why not? He is happy when you are, and just because society expects something doesn't mean you have to obey. Price would support it fully, showering you with praise as you unlearn the old “values” taught from a way too early age and drop the trauma all the comments in your puberty gave you when body hair became more prominent. He teaches you a new, healthy form of confidence and, in the shortest time, “It's just hair, love.”

🎀Soap: Johnny is… Let's be honest; that man is a feral mutt. He might shave sometimes, not often, though honestly, but body hair on his partner? He can't explain it, but that bush gets him going. He is one to drop the “the wilderness must be explored” sentence when you first get together and are insecure about his reaction. He will beg you to let him eat you out, swearing on everything that's holy to him that he doesn't mind your pubic hair at all. And, damn, he isn't lying. He doesn't care, although he does—It makes him feral. The following hours are spent with the scot’s head between your legs. Also, before you bother to worry, a hair on his tongue will just be removed, “It's locks, bonny. Happens sometimes,” he’d laugh, and go back to work, nose buried in your hair as he sucks on your clit.

🎀Gaz: That boy is always shaved. It's his personal preference. When you first mention your difference (cause a man with a negative reaction isn't even worth your time), he is surprised. It's not in a bad way, though. He just knows enough people are giving in to the pressure of shaving. He is curious, ashamedly so. You see, the curiosity effect when somebody tells you they have a piercing down there? That's what it feels like for him now. He’d sheepishly ask to take the next step, unsure what he even expects since it's just hair at the end of the day. But once you take things to the next level, it suddenly clicks. It's your confidence—the raw, unashamed, natural being. You're unashamedly yourself, every imperfection perfection, and your most potent weapon. When he hit puberty, he was insecure for a long time before he had his glow-up. He was never tall or beefy enough, just always picking himself apart by comparing himself to others. Today, he is confident as hell, but the 13-14-year-old boy he once was would be on his knees worshipping a person like you, just fully defying social expectations. He always felt a little bit like worshipping you, but your naked form bouncing on top of him absolutely breaks him. He babbles praises between panting and moaning, hands moving over every inch of your body. “You're so hot. Shit, don't stop, you're just so- fuck. Fuck me. God, please.” He did not know he was a switch, and all he needed was a confident partner.

🎀Ghost: Simon isn't nearly as hairy as the other men. He sometimes trims his pubic hair, but mostly, he just isn't hairy enough to even care about it. He also doesn't care about your hair. It's just hair. But at night, his sadistic side comes through. During sex, he will tug on your bush for fun, sometimes just shortly before slapping your tit, sometimes he’ll just pull and pull like a maniac while fucking into you. The delicious pain sends electric shocks through your sobbing cunt as he pounds you toward orgasm. Should you ever shave or trim it, he will most definitely pout a little as he lost his favorite toy. Thankfully it's just hair, it’ll grow back, and until then, he’ll focus on slapping your clit and pulling your nipples. It's okay. He’ll survive.

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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deep end (explicit)

genre: pwp / domestic-ass smut hehe 💕

pairing: namjoon x reader (ft. no gendered language! bc lots of people get periods!)

summary: your boyfriend suggests a new way to relieve your period cramps.

word count: 4.2k

contains: explicit sexual content ~*~*~ established relationship, boyfie joon in a hoodie/glasses/with stubble (yes that's a warning), they use the term 'baby' a lot because it's me writing joon duh, some minor implications that menstruation is gross (from reader) (buuuut they get over it lol), 🩸period sex🩸, nipple play, fingering and clit stim, joon has a monster cock bc of course he does, size kink, bulge kink, he's all up in their cervix, reader has a.... cervical orgasm which might just be an a-spot orgasm my googling was inconclusive whatever none of you care - a good mix of fluff and playful bickering, the ending is soft 🫠

A/N: JOON HOES I HAVE RETURNED FOR YOU 🫡 it's been too long, so please take one of my favorite things i've ever written as my very sincere apology. idk this really just flowed out (no pun intended ksdjhgdfsdf) and i had a lot of fun with it, i heart bodies doing body things yknow. shout-out to my period for being extra bad last month and inspiring this.... it's called MANIFESTING amiright besties 💅✨ i hope y'all enjoy!!!! would love to hear your thoughts if you did 🥺💜

and all the love in the world to @haliiimede for betaing and being my emotional support capricorn, where would i be without you my love

read on AO3 !

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The hinges of the bedroom door creak softly as it’s pushed open, and you glance up.

You’re where you’ve been for as long as social responsibilities will allow you to hide from the world and futilely attempt an afternoon nap: curled up on your side, knees pressed tight to your chest, gritting your teeth through each fresh round of stabbing pain. It’s worse than usual this month, for no discernible reason, which is stupid.

Namjoon leans against the doorframe, domestic-cozy-cute in the way that usually makes you want to jump him, glasses and a hoodie. He can’t help but smile sympathetically when he notices your arms are wrapped around an emotional support Koya plushie.

“You okay?”

You wince. “Cramps. I’ll be fine.”

There’s a flutter of mattress springs and bed sheets as he sits down at your side. “Is today the worst of it?” You nod. “Did you take your stuff?”

You smush your cheek against the top of Koya’s head, nuzzling into the soft fabric, tactile comfort. “Yes.”

“Extra-strength?”

“Yes, Joon,” you snap. “I’ve been having periods since I was twelve, I know what I’m doing.”

“Okay, baby.”

You feel guilty as soon as the exasperation-tinged words leave your mouth. “Sorry. I’m being an ass. Just… fucking hurts.”

He tries again. “Heating pad?”

“Worked for a bit, but I got too hot.” Your feet kick frustratedly under the blankets. “I’m ready for winter.”

Namjoon laughs at this. “Does that mean too hot for some company?”

The corners of your pouted mouth just barely start to pull up as you pretend to think it over. “…No.”

“Okay then.” He pushes back the sheets to slide in next to you, removing his glasses and reaching over to deposit them on the nightstand. He smells good, clean laundry and woody cologne. You don’t fight him when he moves to gently pry Koya out of your hands.

“Get out of here,” he murmurs, and you laugh in surprise when he unceremoniously flings the plushie across the room.

“Hey!”

“We don’t need him,” Namjoon says with a smug smile as he adjusts the blankets so he can settle in behind you.

Just the presence of him pressing into your back, big and solid and familiar, makes you start to unwind. His hand slips under your oversized t-shirt to rest on your low belly, fingertips dipping beneath the band of your underwear to gently trace over your skin. The warmth is nice— you feel yourself melt a little under his touch.

“You know what’s good for cramps?” He asks softly. You hum a response, prompting him to continue, and he does. “Orgasms.”

With a sigh, you turn your head to press your face into the pillow. “Vibrator’s dead.”

“Do you want me to plug it in?”

You make a sound that isn’t a clear yes or no, debating internally, then finally answer. “Don’t leave.”

He doesn’t. “What can I do then?”

The answer is immediate, paired with a dry laugh. “You can put me out of my misery.”

Namjoon shakes his head, tuts a little. “Can’t do that. But maybe I can help another way.”

The hand on your stomach slowly starts to slide further up, over your waist and rib cage, coming to cup one of your breasts. He gives it a tentative squeeze. “Sore?”

You shrug. “A little.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

His thumb starts to move, tracing slow, lazy circles over your nipple, coaxing the soft bud to a peak.

You let your eyes flutter closed and allow this sensation to overtake the others, enough to pull an appreciative noise out of you. “Nnh— feels good.” Your voice comes out nearly a whisper.

“Good.”

He wiggles his hips a little in response, and you can’t help but laugh when you feel something firm press against your ass. “How are you hard right now?”

“I don’t understand the question.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling, and you shift to turn onto your back so you can see him properly. It doesn’t hurt that it also gives him a better angle to play with both of your breasts— a second hand quickly finds its way up your shirt. “Everything turns you on.”

Namjoon shrugs, unbothered. “With you, yeah.”

“But…” You shift your legs vaguely under the sheets, knowing he’ll understand what you mean. “It’s gross.”

“How?”

The feeling of his fingers gently flicking over both of your nipples simultaneously makes your brain lag. “Uh— dirty.”

“Not true.”

Your eyes flutter shut again as you try to keep up with the conversation despite the heat of arousal that’s starting to swell in your gut, and lower. “Okay, messy.”

“All sex is messy,” Namjoon says, like it’s a given.

You huff a noise of frustration, glancing over at him. “Stop being obtuse. It’s different.”

“I’m not,” he insists. “It just sounds like you have some unnecessary shame. It’s a natural thing.”

“Natural,” you deadpan back. “You’re a hippie.”

He smiles. “Maybe.”

The admission is paired with a light pinch to your nipples, and you inhale sharply, biting back a whimper. “A freak.”

His laugh is soft and deep. “Sure. Have you fucked on your period before? I know we haven’t, but— ever?” You shake your head into the pillow. “Might feel good. They say it helps.”

You scoff at this. “Yeah, I bet ‘they’ all have dicks.”

“We don’t have to.”

Namjoon pauses, as if waiting for you to make a decision. You can’t ignore the way his hands on your tits have worked up a steady pulse between your legs.

“…You’ve done it before?” You squeeze your thighs together as you ask the question.

He shrugs. “Yeah.”

“And it wasn’t gross?”

“No, baby. It’s just a—”

“Do not say fluid,” you interrupt with a grimace.

He quirks an eyebrow. “An output.”

“Actually, I think that’s worse.”

A smile blooms on his face, dimples popping, his hands jiggling your breasts. Playful. “It’s free lube.”

You laugh despite yourself. “We’ll mess up the sheets.”

“We’ll put down a towel,” he corrects. “And if we do, I’ll wash them.”

You pause for a moment, considering. “Promise?” There are few things more torturous than the idea of doing laundry on your period.

“Yes, baby,” Namjoon assures you, his gaze roaming over your face. “But I don’t wanna force you. If you feel that bad, let’s just watch a movie.”

You narrow your eyes at him, unable to hide your smile. “Nuh-uh.” You scoot a little closer, rolling in to hitch a leg over him, your socked foot teasing up the back of his calf. “You played with my tits too much. No turning back now.”

The answer makes him cocky, his tongue briefly toying at the corner of his mouth when he smirks. “I’m not scared.” His voice is deeper, darkened by lust, enough to send a shiver through you.

You tilt your jaw up towards his mouth. “Kiss me.”

His lips are soft and warm when they press to yours, and you tip onto your back again, his knees and forearms sinking into the mattress as he follows to cover your body with his.

Your palms slip under his hoodie to slide up over the smooth, defined muscles of his stomach, the broad expanse of his chest. His tongue flutters over your lower lip, and your hands trace back down to the hem, bunching the thick fabric up in your fists.

“Take this off.”

Namjoon smiles against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck, his hands still pawing under your shirt. “Bossy today.”

You tug at his hoodie again for emphasis, earning a pinch to your nipples in response. “You like it.”

“I do.”

“Off.”

He sits up on his knees, untangling himself from under your shirt to strip, and you do the same. You can see the imprint of his dick already straining against the thin fabric of his joggers, and you reach up to slip your fingers under the waistband, running your palm down the length of him over his briefs. There’s a new kind of ache in your core now.

“These too.”

He laughs a little. “Okay, baby. And do you wanna—”

You follow his gaze to stare down at your own sweatpants. “Yeah, let me just. Bathroom.”

Namjoon leans forward, so his mouth ghosts over yours when you sit up. “I’ll get the towels.” He sucks gently on your bottom lip when he kisses you. It’s enough to leave you breathless.

You do your best not to overthink it as you slip into the bathroom and go through the motions. Sweatpants off, underwear too, pad discarded, attempt to clean up a little. You move fast, trying not to leak. The blankets are pushed to the foot of the bed when you return to the bedroom, brown towels laid over the sheets, even a box of tissues on the nightstand.

Namjoon has kicked off his pants and underwear, one hand lazily pumping himself as he turns to face you, muscles in his forearm shifting from the motion.

You lick your lips appreciatively. His cock is flushed dark, hard, already wet at the tip. The thought of him dripping precum just from setting out towels and tissues makes you giggle a little as you climb into bed— a Virgo through and through.

The mattress shifts as he crawls over you, letting go of himself to trace a slow hand up your thigh, over your hip, to finally settle at your waist. “Still okay?”

You nod and pull him down.

He kisses you more fervently this time, and you tilt your head to lick into his mouth, your breath edged with a moan when your tongues pass over each other. You run your hands along his back, nails scratching gently, as his lips move to brush against your jaw, then nibble at your ear.

“How do you want it, baby?” Namjoon’s voice goes straight to your cunt, thick and dripping like honey.

Your mind swims as you try to answer the question, and you instinctively bring your knees to your chest, not unlike the way you were curled up in bed earlier. You pull them apart a little, spreading yourself for him, nowhere to hide. Heat blooms in your face as his eyes trace your body down to your pussy, and he hums softly.

You suck in a breath at the barely-there brush of contact, his slender fingers tracing over your folds. “Is it bad?”

“It’s perfect. It’s you.” You bite down on your lip, not quite willing to believe it’s that simple. “Can I touch you?” You nod again. He groans a little in the back of his throat when he presses in. “Fuckin’ wet.”

“Joon,” you gasp. Your cunt flutters around his finger, tender, as if to suck him further in. He adds a second, sliding easily, and you can feel the way he curls inside to pet long strokes over the ridges of your front wall, made supple from sensitivity. The pleasure sends a shower of sparks through you, and your spine arches. You squeeze your eyes shut as they roll back in your skull.

“This okay?”

You reach up to dig your fingernails into his arms, his biceps flexing under your touch. “’Sgood, baby. More.”

“More fingers?”

You shake your head, eyes flickering open to meet his. “Cock.”

It’s both dirty and domestic, doing it in broad daylight, the bedroom drenched in mid-afternoon sun that pours between the cracked window blinds. No shadows to disguise it, no questioning the color painted over Namjoon’s fingers when he withdraws, dark red.

Your discomfort feels like an afterthought compared to how badly you want him now. He pauses to wipe the excess off on the towel beneath you, free hand guiding the still-slick tip of his cock to brush over your folds, teasing.

You can’t help but whimper. “Baby.”

With a soft grunt, he does it again, more purposefully now— the whole of this thick cock grinding over your slit, both of you smeared messy with arousal and flushed warm from blood-flow.

You press yourself up on your forearms in time to see him wrap his hand around the base and slide it in. He pushes slow, but you’re wet enough that he can slip right to the hilt without resistance, and your jaw goes slack as you watch all of him disappear up inside you.

“Ah, Joon—” you hiss a little as he bottoms all the way out, fucks in until there’s no space left between you.

He stills his hips, eyes flitting up to find yours. “Hurts?”

You shake your head and whine softly. The stretch was easier than normal, actually. “Just, nnh— full.” Letting your head drop back on the pillow, you breathe a laugh. “You’re fucking big.”

He’s nearly wincing. “You’re swollen, baby. Makes it feel like more.”

The pressure of being filled blooms thick, indulgent, a sensation you can feel all the way down to the soles of your feet, every inch of you plugged up with his cock. You lick your lips and try to speak.

“Can you move?”

Namjoon flashes a dimpled smile, suddenly shy. “Hang on.” He scrunches his nose a little, eyes rolling up briefly to fix at a spot on the wall behind you. You can hear the strain in his voice. “Trying not to come.”

Your eyes go wide. “Really? Are you a teenager?!”

He huffs an indignant laugh, face flushing. “It’s like a fucking flood down there! And you’re extra tight… So damn, give me a second.”

Giggling a little, you reach up to loop your arms around his shoulders, fingernails lazily scratching at the nape of his neck, combing through his dark hair that’s gotten so long. He exhales a slow stream of air as he closes his eyes for a moment, then blinks them open again with a smile.

“Okay. You okay?”

You hum. “The pressure is… it’s good. Think it’s helping.” Your cramps have started to subside, or at least you’re not focused on them.

“It’s not too much, all the way in like this?” He circles his hips experimentally, which makes the head of his cock press firmly against your cervix.

“Fuck,” you hiss, and you feel him reflexively start to pull out, paired with a concerned look flashed over his face. You smack a hand to his lower back to stop him, to hold him still.

“Please, Joonie, don’t— it felt good. Just, ah, keep doing that.”

“You squeezed me so hard. Thought I hurt you.” He rolls his hips again and you both groan softly. “Shit, baby, look down.” Namjoon’s voice is slightly hoarse.

You tilt your head up to see an unmistakable bulge in your lower abdomen that shifts as he ruts his hips into you again. You gasp at the rush of pleasure and the visual of his cock so deep inside you.

“You like that?” You swallow hard and nod at his question, whimpering as he brings one hand up to gently press down around his girth. A mixture of pleasure and relief floods through you, and you moan. “Like it when I’m in your stomach, baby?”

Your head drops back against the pillow. “Fuck” is the only answer you can give as he keeps moving his hips.

It takes you by surprise when you feel the brush of his lips over yours, and you tilt up to deepen the kiss instinctively. “So damn sexy,” he murmurs into your mouth. For a minute, you let the rest go, and allow yourself to believe him.

Namjoon falls into a consistent rhythm, cock grinding into your cervix so steadily that it makes it impossible for you to bite back your moans. He keeps one hand splayed over your stomach to meet himself there, and your cunt squeezed in between feels liable to overflow, on the verge of splitting open.

“Nnh, shit, Joon, that feels so good.” It’s like he’s pressing up on your lungs now— you can hardly breathe, dizzy with pleasure.

Fucking is somehow more intimate this way, taking him as deep as you can go and keeping him there, his shallow flutter-thrusts rocking slow and heavy for your shared sensitivity. Trading lazy kisses and stilted breaths and pretty sounds into each other’s open mouths. The press of his broad hands into your skin and the towel-guarded mattress, the wet squish of your folds on the base of his cock.

“God,” Namjoon groans, breath ghosting over your lips. “This perfect fuckin’ pussy.”

Without warning— or maybe in response— your walls start to pulse, and then the dam of steadily built-up pleasure bursts, a rush so intense that you can only gasp and dig your nails into Namjoon’s shoulders. “Joon, Joon—” You clarify when his brow creases with concern: “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You think you might die if he does.

He keeps going, barely-there strokes that rub the thick head of his cock into you over and over, and you cry out as you come fully undone.

A strange new feeling lights you up like a live wire, warmth radiating through your body as contractions squeeze your pussy so tight you swear you see stars when you close your eyes.

Namjoon curses under his breath, your whole body shaking beneath him as he works this surprise orgasm all the way out of you, until your thighs reflexively pull together and he stills his motions again.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, turning your head to press your cheek into the pillow. You slowly start to come down through the aftershocks, a lingering buzz glittering in your fingertips from the weight of his cock still crammed up inside you.

Namjoon’s large hands pet up the backs of your thighs, trailing soft heat. “You good, baby? That was crazy.”

“I-I just—” You exhale in an attempt to catch your breath, and it turns into a laugh as your eyes flicker open. “I didn’t know I could come from that. Fuck.”

He cracks a smile. “Sensitive. How’s it feel?” He leans forward to seek a kiss and you return it, nuzzling along the line of his jaw once you break apart. His stubble drags against your cheek, not unpleasant, and you shiver a little.

“I don’t know, I just had a crazy fucking… cervix orgasm,” you tease. “I’d say it’s pretty good.”

“Just don’t want it to hurt.”

“It doesn’t,” you murmur into his mouth. “So fuck me?”

You both moan when Namjoon begins to properly move, thrusting slow and deep-deep, your pussy clinging tight to him on the upstroke. You’re wet enough to gush when he fucks back in— just the sound of it makes your head spin. Your clit aches, so worked up untouched that it’s starting to throb.

“Baby,” you whine. “Touch me. Wanna come again. Please.”

He hums a soft noise of surprise, eyebrows raising, hips worked up to a steady rhythm now. “Already?” His lips press to yours again, and a sly smile spreads across them as he pulls back. “Needy.”

You huff a laugh, leaning up for another kiss, insatiable. “I said please.”

Namjoon earns a whimper out of you this time when his tongue swipes into your mouth, and he’s a little breathless when he breaks away. “I like you needy. I’ll keep you in this bed all day, if that’s what you want.”

“I—nnh—” you lose the thread of mid-sex conversation entirely as he shifts to free one hand and bring the pad of his thumb to your clit, flicking down firmly at a pace to match his strokes. “Fuck, Joon.”

Your hands grasp at the pillow beneath your head, fingers sinking in to grip desperate. He’s pounding heavy into your g-spot now, your legs spread wide and back arched up to take it.

It’s so good, it’s overwhelming, warm glow all the way through you. Arousal drips from your cunt to make the squelch of his strokes even messier. His hips are unrelenting, and your thighs start to shake from the pleasure, amplified with every pass of his thumb over your clit.

“Just—” You can barely speak, have to gasp for air after the first word, “—just like that.”

“Baby,” Namjoon’s voice comes out hoarse, in the way it does when he’s close, too. The bed creaks from the weight of his strokes. “So damn tight, so soft, can you feel it?”

A whine and a nod are all you can manage. You can feel him everywhere, down to the details, the fat veins that run the length of his cock molded to your walls, pulsing velvet heat. Your cunt melts lush around him, wet and raw as he fucks you apart. He rubs you in time to bring you over the edge again, and you’re helpless to it, can only let out a strangled sob of a noise as you tense up and come hard.

Namjoon’s thumb keeps circling, hips keep rocking, working you through it and groaning low in his throat for the way your cunt clenches up around him. Your nails dig into the pillow as you shudder and gasp.

“That’s it, shit, baby. Tight little pussy, gonna make me come too, fuck.”

With a grunt of effort, he pulls out, one hand reaching down to stroke his cock as he comes, thick ropes of his release painting your stomach in milky gloss. Your cunt pulses around nothing, hot pleasure aftermath, twitching sensitive.

Fucked to oblivion, you collapse against the mattress, feeling spent and heavy-all-over. Your head is still spinning, enough that you’re only distantly aware of the way Namjoon’s ragged breathing softens at the edges and starts to dissolve into gentle laughter.

Your eyes blink open to see him leaning over you, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.

“Good thing I grabbed these,” he remarks as he lifts up his red-stained palm.

You can’t help but gasp at the sight. “Oh my god, Joon.”

The corner of his mouth pulls up enough for a dimple to wink back at you as he goes through a couple tissues to clean himself up. “Relax, baby. It really doesn’t bother me.” He pulls a few more loose from the box to deal with the mess on your stomach. “Just wanna point out that you don’t mind when I come on you.”

You huff. Smart-ass. “It’s different.”

“Is it?” He challenges. “It’s just bodies being bodies. Byproducts of the human condition.”

You can’t quite hide your smile. “You’re a poet.”

“Maybe.” His clean hand smacks playfully against your thigh, jiggling the soft skin there. “Shower time.”

The whine that escapes you sounds pathetic, even to you. Movement of any kind feels impossible. “I won’t make it.”

“Come on.” You yelp and grab to wrap the towel beneath you over your waist as Namjoon scoops you up in an effortless bridal carry and heads for the bathroom. He turns the shower on with his foot as you cling to him for dear life, but he somehow manages not to drop you.

When he deposits you onto still-shaky legs, you let the towel drop to the bathroom floor. The water is scalding when you step into the shower, the way you both like it. Crowding you under the spray, he reaches for the washcloth and squirts a liberal amount of body wash into the fabric, infusing the steam with eucalyptus and mint. It feels like you can breathe a little deeper.

One large hand comes to your hip under the water as he works up a lather. “Turn around.”

You can feel the staining at the crux of your thighs, dry and sticky, as you shift unsurely in place. “Nnh,” you pout. “Can I rinse first?”

“Nope. Tryna take care of you, so let me.”

Scrunching your nose for dramatic effect, you turn for him. When the washcloth passes over your skin, his touch is so gentle, so immediately overwhelming, that emotion bubbles up before you can stop it. There’s nothing you can do to hide the way your shoulders start to shake as tears spill down your face.

It takes a second, and then you feel his motions slowly come to a stop. “Baby?”

You shake your head, embarrassed, bringing your arm up to wipe at your nose. “‘m fine. Emotional. Ignore me.”

“I can’t do that.” He rights himself, and the fingertips of his free hand trace the line of your jaw, encouraging your gaze to meet his. “Talk to me, please.”

Another fat droplet slides down your cheek, and his thumb catches it. You inhale, trying to catch your breath, and your chest shudders. “It just. Feels like too much, sometimes. Like I don’t deserve it.” You gesture broadly. “Everything, you. I don’t know.”

Namjoon frowns a little as he momentarily drapes the washcloth over the edge of the tub. “C’mon, don’t think like that.”

When he pulls you in, you allow yourself to sink into the embrace, tears flowing freely as his strong arms press you close. You know he’ll let you ride it out, the same way you do with him.

His lips brush over your hairline. “You’re good to me, wanna be good back,” he explains, voice low. “That’s all.”

Your cheek rubs against the hard plane of his chest as you nod.

“You’re so good to me, Joon. Too good.”

“Nah.” You don’t even have to look up to know he’s smiling— you can hear it in his voice. “You’re easy to love.”

#namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader

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casuallyawkardd · 10 months

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I HAVE AN IDEA.

can you do a nsfw fic with miguel where readers a top and miguel’s obviously the sub..

BUT HE LETS “MOMMY” slip out and yk she kinda makes him keep saying it just cause of that

💖💘💝💕💞💓💗

Bestie got me twirling and kicking my feet 🤭💕 we stan submissive and breedable Miguel just as much as dominant papi Miguel. I am taking creative liberty in doing the Spanish version of 'mommy' cuz it feels more biblically accurate, but like same difference.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI! sex, oral sex, edging, dirty talk, cock warming sub!Miguel, F!dom, not fluent in Spanish so please correct spelling/grammar

Miguel had had a rough week. Between the new recruits, the anomalies and Peter just being...Peter, he hadn't had a moment's peace. Nor had he been able to come see you. When he first arrived at your apartment, you had been ready to chew him out and maybe send him on his way. But, judging by the sagging of his shoulders and how he seemed to carry himself a little less high, you realized that he needed relief. He needed you to take care of him.

"Do you want me to make dinner? How about a warm bath?"

Miguel shakes his head at your offers, a possessive hand grasping the nape of your neck, "Just want you," he murmurs, lips pressing firmly to yours. You almost fall for it, let him take the lead and whisk you off to the bedroom, but you find the strength to push him away.

"Let me take care of you, Miguelito," you coo, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. Fingers intertwine with his, giving his arm a tug towards your bedroom.

That's what got you both to where you were now. Both stripped bare, Miguel sat on the edge of the bed with you nestled between his thighs. He's leaning back on his arms, claws extended and kneading the sheets that bunch inside his fists. Lazy moans pass his lips, Miguel whimpering as he resists the urge to buck his hips so his cock can slide down your throat. Fighting the temptation to rake his fingers through your hair and pull you closer.

"You can't touch, Miguel. This is about me taking care of you, so relax," is what you had told him, but he's struggling to see what's relaxing about this. Your mouth is heavenly, warm and soft as you slowly move up and down his shaft. Your tongue brushes against the underside of his cock, running along the vein before dipping into the slit on the tip. You can feel him twitch whenever your teeth come out, not enough to hurt, just a gentle prick that has him take a sharp intake of breath.

"Dios mío," he groans when you start to move a little faster. The sound of your lips running along his length is erotic. Wet and sloppy, drool and precum dripping down your chin. Miguel begins to sway his hips, matching your rhythm.

Just as he's about to reach the edge, you pull away completely with a loud pop. He whines, fucking whines when you deny him what he wants. "Don't. Move." you say firmly, leaning in to kiss his tip.

"Vale, vale, amor, you can't-ayyy mami~," Miguel moans, loud and long as you take the tip back into your mouth and suck it gently.

His words give you pause, releasing him once more. Miguel's lost in his own world, craving release like how lungs crave air. You use his knees to lift yourself up, a hand moving to cup his face to which he leans into your touch. "Say it again," you tell him.

He looks up at you through his lashes, brows knitting together slightly, chest heaving and glistened by sweat. "Wh-What do you-amor-"

You tighten your grip, grasping his face and lifting his head so you have his undivided attention, "Call me that again. Beg for what you want." The hand on his face releases, fingers ghosting down his throat and you can feel his Adam's apple bob when he swallows. His hands lift to grasp the small of your back, "Don't. Touch. Miguel."

He groans, hands immediately at his sides once more, anger briefly flashing through his eyes before that want returns. He swallows again, "Fuck...let me fuck you, mami please," his voice raises an octave, a slight tremor with every word, "Por favor mami, wanna feel your tight pussy around me."

You stifle the shiver of pleasure that goes down your spine, smiling down at him before leaning in. As you straddle his lap, you plant gentle kisses across his face. His forehead, his eyelids, his nose, before molding your lips to his and guiding him to lie down on the bed. You enjoy it, tongues and teeth clashing together, tangling your fingers in his hair and yanking on the strands ever so slightly.

Finally you part, rising up to hover above him. Your hand reaches down to grasp his cock, giving him a gentle squeeze that has him squirming under you. "Good boy, good fucking boy, Miguelito," you praise him, finally sinking down onto his thick length. The two of you gasp simultaneously, you at the fullness of his cock nestling inside you and him at how you clench around his girth.

You savor the moment before beginning to rock your hips, angling yourself so he's grazing your g spot. Moans intermingle with moans, wet, slapping sounds echoing in your little bedroom. Miguel can only take so much, "Mami, por favor, let me touch you-ngh-let me feel you fully," he whimpers and you nod quickly, unable to find your own voice at the moment.

Large hands grasp your thighs, claws retracted so he can squeeze the flesh. They travel up, wrapping around your waist and yanking you down on him. It stutters your movements, Miguel briefly taking control as you adjust to the new pace, deep and quick. Your hands find purchase on his chest, nails digging into the skin to remind of his place as you slam down onto him.

"Baby, c'mere," you gasp, wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him to you. Miguel complies, sitting upright and finding your lips with his. He's enamored with the feeling of your breasts against his chest, creating a delicious friction as you continue to move up and down. "Make me cum, make me fucking cum," you demand between heavy breaths.

"Yes, mami," Miguel's grip on you tightens, bouncing you on his cock. And he does, moving you at near inhuman speed until he feels you clenching around him. Your hands find his, prying them from your body as you ride out your orgasm, grinding your hips to his so he can feel all of you clenching and unclenching around him.

Miguel moans into your shoulder, finding his own release and shuddering against you. The air is hot and sweet, you both now still as you catch your breath. Miguel shakes free of your grasp to wrap an arm around you, falling back on the bed and taking you with him.

You let out a breathy laugh, pressing your cheek to his and humming contently. The muscles in his body begin to relax and you pat him on the shoulder, "Baby, you're still inside of me."

"Let me sleep like this, m'been needing this all week...not ready to let you go..." he mutters, the sleep he had been craving now tugging on his eyelids. You giggle, rubbing his shoulder reassuringly, "Thank you."

"Thank you...?"

"Thank you, mami."

Tags: @khaleesihavilliard @leahnicole1219 @edgycatx @oharaludes @graysonshaven @qiaipia @3zae-zae3 @melovetitties @jebsoxnoshansk @thedevax @erissco @its-carlerrr @muimui06 @4imhry

#miguel o'hara #reader insert #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x you #x reader #anon ask #lovely anon #smut #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel o'hara x reader smut

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slickfordain · 4 months

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Valentine’s Day🍓🎀

Gojoxreader, Dainsleifxreader

I did say in my rules I was uncomfortable sharing my F/O which Dainsleif is part of it, but it’s for myself and my bestie and it’s Valentine’s Day… So after this, I won’t write Dainsleif for anyone but myself.🎀

♡ Gojo would in no doubt be the goofiest motherfucker you’ve ever been on a date with, but you love it so much💕

♡ Silliest bitch, he would love to put stickers on your face when it’s Valentine’s Day. Usually goes by putting random heart stickers, and maybe some glitter to make your face glow up.

♡ Man doesn’t even care nor does he show shame, he will use Nanami as a wallet, to afford the richest restaurant in the world. (He’s literally rich but man’s doesn’t wanna waste it for some reason)

♡ He’s trying his best,, ૮꒰◞ ⸝⸝ ◟꒱ა Because he’s scared he won’t be able to see you tomorrow evening when his work starts again, and having to go on missions.

♡ When treating you to the restaurant, you either rant about your family— or you rant about how you just feel like you’re a burden to all your friends, and Gojo would listen because… Well, he does somewhat relate to you. After all, losing friends and having issues with family was something he saw in himself.

♡ Later on would just take you back home after giving you a small cute date outside<3 because you don’t like being outside too much so Gojo takes you back home

♡ Either makes you laugh your ass off, or tease you to no ends when he wears your skirt. (It’s hurting his waist BUT HE WANTS YOUR CUTE LAUGH AND SMILE:(((( give him it) Your skirts may be tiny!! But HE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH T’ILL YOUR RIBS HURT!!

♡ Takes the ugliest picture of you later and you whine and complain, only for him to keep it because now it’s his favorite. Silly you, Gojo doesn’t SEE the ugly in you, there’s only ✨beauty✨

♡ When cuddling, I can honestly see Gojo accidentally pushing you off 😭 like, off the bed. When he does, man’s will PANIC and apologize when you puff your cheeks and give him the silent treatment— please talk to him he doesn’t wanna live without you-

♡ Beware, he’s like a cat, so if you keep continuing your silent treatment he WILL lick your damn cheek or kiss your neck so sweetly. Mans wants your attention, GIVE HIM ATTENTION!! … Please??? ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

♡ Man’s is loyal AF, he texts you each 10 seconds when it’s Valentine’s Day…. Or 1 second. Doesn’t matter, it’s Valentine’s Day and Dainsleif knows how much it means to you.

♡ Kisses you so sweetly and lovingly, man takes his time and does whatever is comfortable with you. You wanna go out to see the damn fishies in the fucking aquarium? Dainsleif rn: 💳💳💳💳💳💥💥💥💥💥

♡ You two would gaze at Jellyfishes together<3 because it’s peaceful and calm in the aquarium, which fits perfectly for you both since you two are introverts, and quiet. You two don’t really have to talk much, and only text each other because it’s comfortable that way than using your mouth.

♡ If Dainsleif sees a cute fishy-styled outfit that fits your aesthetic, mans buys it because hhhhhhhhhhh ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH😞😞😞 You’re so cute when you get excited and all that shit.

♡ If you get anxiety and anxious because there’s too many people who later on goes to the question, Dainsleif takes you home immediately— because why would he let you suffer in the crowd? Mans is suffering with you man, you anxious = he is anxious too.

♡ I don’t know why but, the thoughts of you painting Dainsleif’s nails dark blue while he paints yours your favorite color— to match and then listen to slowed songs💕 It’s just a comforting night with just you two

♡ It’s raining, storming maybe, you both are cozy in bed together with blankets and pillows— this is the fucking life. You are living to the fullest with yourself, and you love it because Dainsleif will decorate with you too. He’s so loyal…. He just wants you happy.

♡ You two ended up doing coquette aesthetic decorating in your house, matching it with Dainsleif’s blue-ish aesthetics, baby blue in fact.<3

♡ Eating strawberries together and then watch Ghibli movies the whole day!! Maybe even you spamming him reels of cute cat videos where it’s either about the partner love situation, or just “me n u”. He loves it all. Because it shows you love him.

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #genshin dainsleif #Dainsleif #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #dainsleif x reader

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shardminds · 2 months

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the gods grow tired

pairing: gwyneth berdara x azriel rating: e (for everything hurts) wc: 8k and some change primary tags: angst, hurt/comfort, major character injury, arguing as a form of foreplay, sex. for more detailed tags, see ao3. read on a03

In the aftermath of battle, Gwyn follows her heart… what's left of it. It leads her to the edge of chaos, where there is one more life to save.

a/n: happy gwynriel week(s) everyone! this fic isn't necessarily in line with any of the prompts (sorry!) but it tore its way out of me just in time to join in with the festivities. thank you to @gwynrielweeksofficial for throwing such an amazing celebration! i can't wait to work through all the fresh gwynriel content!

@damedechance - here's the tag you asked for, bestie. couldn't have done it without you 💕

warnings: there are some heavy topics in this one, boys. this is the seed that plants the PTSD… or like, exacerbates it. it's rough. the only way out is through and BOY are they going through it. please check the full tags list and take care of yourself first ♥

snippet under the cut!

When the last soldier fell and the scarlet rivers fracturing the battlefield slowed to thin veins, then, and only then, Gwyn let herself breathe. Gentle morning sunlight on the horizon lit the clearing for what it was— a massacre. Where once verdant green and lush copses of sycamores spread through flat meadows, there was now only blood, mire and scorched earth. Bodies, face down in viscera, were all the same. Friend or enemy, and all of them still. Silence, in the wake of war’s cacophony, curled tight around her spine — awaiting the ring of steel against steel, the sting of an arrow.

Koschei met them evenly matched and, in the end, equally damned.

Exhaustion dragged at her bones in the aftermath of adrenaline, its iron chains clasped to her boots and leathers. Five days. It had taken five full days for the battle to wage. Rhys had warned of how long it could take. A fortnight, his estimate. Heavy with hope, rations were packed to last the week.

Hers were lost the first night, along with four males from her cohort who died to protect it, and her, while she clutched at the edges of rest.

Sleep, apparently, was a luxury the Mother did not allow them. She did not attempt it again.

Food, water — all of it became second to survival. Second to the blade in her palm, the stained ribbon at her brow.

Despite the training, the blood rite, the experience gained along the way… nothing could’ve prepared for the ferocity, the unyielding brutality, of real and true war.

The bitter taste of victory was the only thing keeping her upright now, from falling to her knees on the sodden ground and screaming. As if tears could somehow cleanse the filth from her hands.

No, she had to keep going — to keep moving through violence’s cruel remnants, to find her team, her friends, her Valkyries.

Feyre and Rhys attacked from the field's distant edge, infernal power allowing them to mist entire battalions with hands entwined. Nesta had been back-to-back with Cassian the last time she’d seen them, manifesting death and destruction in their wake. Emerie had taken to the skies in one of twelve aerial legions, an obsidian pegasus lifting her above the cloud cover with over a dozen chosen riders heeding her command as gospel, Morrigan among them.

Gwyn had volunteered to take the flank, a smaller group of their swiftest, most vicious warriors tasked with infiltrating the scores of Koschei’s hoards by surprise. She’d taken the south and Azriel— oh Gods, Azriel — he’d headed north.

When the first explosion hit on the second day, it had been far from her side of the battlefield. Yet, her chest spiked with fear.

Then, silence. Horrific, terrifying silence. As if the mountains themselves had held their breath to hear it.

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strxwberrylemonxde · 2 years

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Hola! Can I please request Shoto Todoroki (and whoever else) with a Fem! S/O that sleepwalks and sleep talks? Lately I’ve been doing that and it scares my family so much and I wanted to know if Shoto would have a similar response. You should hopefully be comfortable doing this considering it’s a pretty family friendly request but if not just lmk. Bye Bestie Westie!

Fem!S/O Who Sleepwalks & Sleep Talks

Featuring: Deku, Bakugou, Todoroki Genre: Fluff, Crack, Comfort-ish Warning: None WC: 0.67k A/N - Holy shit guys, uhhh... its been a minute since I've been here 💀 Thank you for the request bestie! This was such an interesting concept to write about and its been a while since I've written anything on here so I hope it's not terrible! Apologies if my depictions of sleepwalking and sleep talking aren't that accurate 💕

Poor baby was so worried you’d accidentally hurt yourself

The first time he saw it happen, he woke up in the middle of the night absolutely parched for a glass of water

And there you were standing in the corner of the room

When I tell you his heart almost leaped out of his throat-

“Uhh, baby?”

He’s remembered the times you’ve mentioned your sleepwalking before, but he’s never actually witnessed it until now

At this point, he’s scared of what to do

He’s heard of the “never wake a sleepwalker” rule and he wasn’t about to break that

So instead, he’d tentatively sit closer to the foot of the bed and monitor you for a bit

He’ll watch to make sure you don’t fall or hurt yourself and then he’ll gently lead you back to bed

After laying you back down, he’ll stay up for a while and make sure you don’t get back up

In the morning he’ll tell you about it and take note of anything that might have triggered it

“Sweet girl, you scared me half to death last night”

First time he ever heard you sleep talk, this man thought you were talking shit to him 💀

He’ll be laying next to you like “the fuck did you just say to me” only to realize you’re still asleep

Not gonna lie, I think he finds your sleep-talking entertaining

Sometimes he’ll respond to your random comments just to see if you’ll react

And if you happen to say some lowkey cryptid things, he’s gonna wake you up just to put your ass back to bed 😭

First time he ever saw you sleepwalk, this man almost killed you thinking you were a villain or intruder

The loudness of his quirk was more than enough to wake you up, scaring both you and him shitless thinking you were both under attack

Katsuki hates to admit that he worries about you when you sleepwalk

He thinks you’ll hurt yourself and he won’t be there to help you

So some nights, he’ll stay up just to watch over you

And if he sees you starting to sleepwalk, he’ll guide you back to bed

“C’mon dumbass, back to bed we go”

I like to think that Katsuki would take the liberty of studying your sleepwalking and sleep-talking habits

Much like Deku, he observes what triggers it and how to care for you

Cus the last thing he wants is for his darlin’ to get hurt in the middle of the night

He deadass thought you were possessed first time he saw it happen

He woke up in the middle of the night once and saw you walking around the bedroom

And you were mumbling about the most obscure things

I’m serious when I say he was literal seconds away from calling the local priest or something bc he was scared shitless

For a while, he just sat there and kept his eye on you to make sure you didn’t start floating or contorting

You made him watch the Exorcist once and now he's scarred (no pun intended)

He will ask you about it in the morning bc he was still convinced you had a demon in you or something

When you explain to him about your tendencies to sleepwalk and talk, he was relieved you weren’t possessed

“I see. I thought a villain possessed you.”

After you tell him about it, he’ll ask if there's anything he could do to help

He doesn’t want you to accidentally get hurt or anything so sometimes he’ll stay up a little after you’ve fallen asleep to make sure you’re okay

Or if he catches you sleep talking, he’ll listen to you out of curiosity

He wants to know what goes in your head when you fall asleep lmfao

Overall, he’s going to do everything he can to make sure you're safe in your sleep

#🍯: freshly baked #🌻: lynn's answers #🐝: sweet as honey #deku x reader #deku x fem!reader #deku x y/n #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugou x y/n #todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x fem!reader #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #bakugo x fem!reader #bakugou x fem!reader

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eddiemadmunson · 1 year

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I am here for you

This is a little Aemond drabble I wrote for my dear friend @hamatoanne because she is sick these days 😔 Get better soon bestie, and I hope you will like it 💕

Paring: Modern Aemond x reader Word account: 1500 Warning: none, it’s a fluff A/N: English is not my 1st language

“Omg, who is it?” you thought to yourself as you slowly walked to the front door. Someone was frantically ringing your doorbell. “I am coming,” you tried to yell, but you barely whispered because your throat hurt like hell. “I love to hear this sentence from your lips, kitten,” Aemond chuckled behind the front door and you blushed. Your boyfriend always made comments like this, loving the way how your cheeks turned pink afterwards. “Please take your finger from the door bell, my head hurts,” you said and he immediately stopped. “I am sorry baby, I tried to call you for 2 hours but you didn’t pick up your phone and I got worried. I called your mum and she told me that you are sick. Are you OK, kitten?” “I feel like shit, Aemond,” you whined. “Open the door, Y/N,” he demanded. “No, you will be sick too, and I don’t want it. Trust me, my love. I feel horrible. I don’t want to pass this misery on you.” “My immune system is amazing, kitten. Don’t worry, I am a big guy, I can handle being sick, but as I said, I am never sick, just let me in, I hate the idea of you sitting alone in your house and feeling miserable”. You sighed and opened the door for him. He was right, you missed him, and you felt so sad and tired. You wanted his warm embrace. “Oh, my poor little bunny, come here,” he wrapped his big strong arms around your figure. You snuggled against him, enjoying his warmth. “I look like shit,” you sniffed, suddenly realizing how you look. Your eyes were teary and slightly red, your nose red and sore from all the sneezing and blowing - you could easily make it as Santa’s reindeer Rudolph. Aemond gently kissed your lips and you were very aware that your lips are really chapped. But Aemond wasn’t complaining, he was looking at you like you are the most beautiful woman in Universe. “Don’t look at me, I look terrible,” you buried your head into his chest and he slowly lifted your chin and made you look into his blue eye. “You look beautiful as always, my love. You just don’t feel well. But in my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman in this world. So stop talking like this. Let’s take you back to your bed, my love, you need to rest,” he lifted you into his arms and walked inside your bedroom, gently placing you on your bed. “Do you want to watch movie or something on Netflix, kitten?” he asked as he lied next to you, cuddling you closer to his broad chest. “No, my head hurts and my eyes are sore, please tell me some stories from your work,” you pleaded. Aemond worked as a vet for exotic animals and his stories were always interesting. He told you a story about that one time he was almost eaten by a crocodile. He was laughing like it was nothing, but you were terrified that he could easily lost one of his limbs or die. “OK, baby girl, I will tell you a story about cute little lion cub I inspected this morning,” he smiled and kissed the top of your head. “But first I should make a strong tea with citruses, ginger and honey for you. I saw a perfect recipe on TikTok,” he said and froze. “What did you say? Did you say TikTok?” you laughed. Aemond was always mocking you for using this app, saying that it’s ridiculous and pointless. “No, I said on Youtube,” he tried to save the situation. “Liar,” you burst out laughing. “OK, fine. Aegon created an account under my name and forced me to watch few videos. I have to admit that I became addicted,” he finally admitted and you started giggling. Unfortunately your giggles soon turned into a fit of coughing. “I see that you really need that tea, my love,” Aemond watched you with worry. “I don’t have any ingredients here, Aemond,” you said but he replied that he will take care of it. You were cuddling and talking for a while and you felt much better when you had him next to you. Aemond always made your day better with his presence. “I will stay with you until you get better,” he announced and you looked at him in panic. “But what about your clinic and your patients,” you protested but he placed his finger on your lips to hush you. “Don’t worry, I already called Lucerys, he will take care of everything, he is capable to run the clinic for few days alone,” he assured you and you raised your eyebrow. He was usually very skeptic about his nephew's abilities. “Stop worrying about my job, love. You are sick and I will be here for you,” he kissed you slowly and shortly, knowing that you have problems with breathing now. “I love you Aemond, so much,” you snuggled closer to him. “Awww, you two are so sweet that it makes my teeth hurt,” you heard from the doorstep and you screamed. “What the fuck, Aegon. What are you doing here? How did you get inside?” you gasped, your heart pounding in your chest. “Relax, Y/N. Aemond texted me, that you need some vitamins,” he winked at you. “And you gave me your spare key last summer when you asked me to water your plants when you had been on vacation with Aemond,” he explained. “You still have it?” you asked him in disbelief. “Of course, we are almost family,” he enjoyed your outraged expression. “Leave the supplies and the key on the table and leave, brother!” Aemond warned him and Aegon raised his hands defensively. “Don’t worry, I am leaving. I won’t stay here in this lair off sickness. There will be so many Christmas parties filed with alcohol and willing pussies, I can’t be sick,” he chuckled and left you two alone. “He is unbelievable,” you scoffed and started coughing again. “Yes, he is and I am going to make that tea for you, kitten,” Aemond softly kissed the top of your head and left for the kitchen. You fell asleep for a while and when you opened your eyes he was there, his arms wrapped around your much smaller frame. “How do you feel, my love?” he asked you and gently brushed a lock of your hair of your face. “I feel good when you are with me,” you mumbled, your voice changed with the sickness. “Liar,” he brushed his fingers across your face. “Here, try this tea, that girl on the video swore, that you will feel better after drinking it,” he handed you the cup and watched your reaction closely. You took a small sip and it surprisingly tasted really good. “It’s delicious, Aemond. Thank you, babe,” you slowly drank the rest of the tea and felt the warmth and sweetness running inside your body. When you finished it you placed your head on Aemond’s chest, your eyes slowly closing again. “I feel so tired, I am sorry to be such a boring company tonight,” you apologized and he scoffed. “Don’t be silly, I love spending time in your company. You don’t have to talk or entertain me. Your presence alone is a blessing,” he assured you and you felt the happy tears in your eyes. Aemond kept you close to him, his hand was making soothing circles on your back and you slowly fell asleep.

************************************************************************************** Aemond took care of you for 3 days, making you hot tea, feeding you chicken noodle soup his mother Alicent sent to you, using Aegon again as a messenger. You two were watching movies together, Aemond read you stories from his favorite books, and he told you so many funny stories about his work and his family, that your tummy hurt from all the laughing. You slowly got better and on Saturday morning you felt almost all right. Aemond made love to you, asking you thousand times, if you are alright or if you are not too tired. When you assured him that you are more than OK, your love making turned more passionate but he refused to fuck you hard like you both liked it, because you were still recovering. The patience of this man will be the death of you one day. Aemond was right, he didn’t get sick even after spending the whole time next to you. But Alicent called him on Sunday morning, telling him than Aegon is lying in his bed sick, acting like a moodiest brat on Earth. You decided to avoid Aegon until Christmas dinner with Aemond’s family, because you could imagine how pissed off he must be for getting sick.

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roosterscockpit · 2 years

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader p. 15

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I HAVE A SUPER IMPORTANT QUESTION AT THE END OF THIS PART FOR YOU, BESTIES.

Hii! I hope you all enjoyed the last part! Things in your and Bradley's relationship look like they're starting to turn around! I hope you all enjoy this next part! A lot of my own experience went into this part, so yes... I AM SOBBING. I love you all! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Your last night with Bradley before he leaves continues. How will it go?

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: cursing, but sooo much love 🥺💕

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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The song ended and the two of you slowly pulled apart. Bradley ran his hands through your hair. “God, I love you, y/n.” He went in slowly to kiss you. He pulled back slightly, “I love you so much.” He rested his forehead on yours.

You ran your hands up and down his arms. “I love you too, Brad.”

“I want to stay in this moment with you forever.” He cupped your face and kissed you again. “I’m never letting you get away again, y/n.”

He took a deep breath and caressed your cheek, “Y/n. I need to apologize to you.”

You shook your head and he held your head still, “No, please. Y/n, I’m sorry for yesterday. I am sorry for all the years before. What I did to you wasn’t fair. You just wanted to love me and be there for me and I tore your heart out. You didn’t deserve that. I’ve been such an ass to you. I don’t deserve to be here with you right now. Hell, after all this time I didn’t even deserve to know about Leia. You are one in a billion. Even after all that has happened, you continue to care for me. You always put me before yourself.” He shook his head at you.

“I wish you didn’t because I’m not all that great. I am far from it. I have loved you for such a long time. Since the day I met you at university. You were so willing to share your earbud with some random dude that just came up to you.” He let out a small laugh.

“You were just always so considerate of me. I’m so sorry I never gave you the chance, to just swallow my pride and be with you. I’m really messed up, y/n. But I just know that I want you here with me always. You make me feel normal, happy, and safe. You always have. I need you to know how much I love you. I love you so much my heart wants to explode.”

“Bradley, I love you.” You placed your hands on his hands. He kissed you softly.

“If I come back, I promise to be everything you want and need. I will work my ass off for you. You are worth everything. You are my everything. I only want you. It’s always been you. If you will, I want to be your forever lover when I come home to you.”

“Forever lover, please don’t say lover.” You laughed.

He nodded his head and smiled, “Please wait for me, baby. I want to be yours forever. I promise to treat you right. I never want to be away from you again.” He kissed you softly again, “Please, y/n. I want nothing in the world, but you.”

You brought one of your hands down to his chest, “I waited for you this long, Bradley.”

His eyes saddened, “Please, y/n.” He placed his hand over yours on his chest and held it. You both held deep eye contact.

You took a slow deep breath, “I will always wait for you, Bradley.”

His bottom lip quivered and a tear fell from his eye, “I don’t fucking deserve you.”

You wiped the tear from his cheek, “You’re right, you don’t.” You laughed and so did he, “But I’m willing to give you the chance to prove to me that you do.”

He nodded, “When I get back, I will do everything and anything. You name it, baby girl.” He kissed your temple. “Just wait for me, sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek.

“Don’t give me too much of that freedom to choose what you should do for me, Bradshaw. Watch your words… You’ll regret them later.” You looked up at him and bit your lip slightly.

“I won’t regret anything. I’ll do whatever you want me to. You name it and I’ll do it.” He held your face in his hands and kept his lingering gaze on you, “I’ll give you the world. Just wait for me, sweetheart. Please. I’m going to keep asking you because I really want you to, baby.”

You gave him a sly smile, “I will, Bradshaw. But, don’t just do it for me, do it for your little Leia too. Come home for her. Give her the world. She needs you. I need you.”

He kissed your lips over and over again, “I’ll come home for you both, I promise. I’ll do whatever it takes to come home to my girls. You are my motivation. I will give you both everything. Nothing less.”

You gave him another kiss, “Let’s wait for you to come back. You have to be perfect for this mission, Bradley. Just know that I love you and I will always be here for you. Don’t leave me in the dark again.” You became serious. “That’s all I ask. Please just give me a chance to show you I do understand. A chance to prove to you that I can handle your life and the things you go through. I just really really want to be here for you.”

His gaze lingered on you as he nodded slowly. “I never want you to feel like you're alone again. You’re not, and never will be. You will always have Leia and me. Forever. No matter the circumstances or distance. We are always here for you.”

He squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to his chest, “Thank you, y/n.”

You took your hand from his cheek and wrapped it around his neck, “Bradley, There has always been a part of me that has loved you no matter what. That is never going to change. I really do love you.”

He wrapped both of his arms around your waist and held you tight. He burrowed his face into the crook of your neck and took in your scent. His mustache tickled against your neck, “I love you so much, y/n. Always.”

He looked over at your clock. 0445. He knew he had to start to get cleaned up and get ready to head back.

Bradley: “Is it okay for me to shower?”

Y/n: “Yes, I can repress your uniforms if you’d like?”

Bradley: “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You should get some more rest.” He kissed your forehead.

He went over to your bathroom and closed the door. You heard the shower start. You went back to your bed and laid down. You closed your eyes and put the blanket over you. Then you heard the door open slowly. You still stayed laying there with your eyes closed. You felt the bed get lower behind you and a hand tug on your shoulder.

You turned to see Bradley sitting next to you. He pulled the blanket down and laid next to you, “I can’t stand being away from you.” He kissed you.

You scoffed, “Bradley Bradshaw, you literally went into the bathroom for 2 seconds.” You smiled.

He licked his lips and looked at yours, “2 seconds too long, sweetheart.”

You laid on your back, “You are crazy, Bradshaw.” You turned your head to look at him.

“Shower with me, baby.” He put his hand on yours, “So I won’t have to be away from you.”

You looked at him nervously, “Shower… with… you?”

He nodded his head, “Only if you’re okay with it.”

“Like both of us in the shower?” Your furrowed your brows at him.

He laughed, “Yes, baby. Both of us in the shower.”

“So… butt naked?” You raised a brow at him.

He laughed even harder and laid on his back, “Sweetheart, yes. Butt naked. Unless you want to wear a bathing suit?” He looked at you trying to hold back his laughter, “Be my guest, but you’re going to be the weird one.”

You slapped his shoulder, “Shut up, Bradley.” You turned over onto your stomach and draped an arm over him. “So naked together, huh?”

He put his hand on your cheek, “Unless you can’t handle the hot?” He had a confident smirk on his face.

“I think you’re the one who is going to break a sweat, Lieutenant.” You challenged him.

“I think I will too. You’re perfect… Who wouldn’t?” He rubbed his thumb over your chin.

“Okay, then…” you said softly and smiled slowly.

Bradley got up and picked you up bridal style. No words were exchanged. He brought you into the bathroom and helped you undress. He then undressed, all that was left were his dog tags.

You stood in front of the fogged mirror. He was behind you. He leaned into you and rubbed his hand over the mirror, revealing the two of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. You looked at him through the reflection and he smiled. He kissed your shoulder, and your neck then brought his lips to your ear. You could feel his mustache graze your ear lobe as he spoke, “You are beautiful, y/n. I think I may be breaking a sweat.” You smiled and put your head down. He kissed your cheek.

He went to the shower to check the temperature and then grabbed your hand and led you into the shower, “Ladies first.” He kissed your hand as you made your way to the shower.

He let you go into the water first, the warm water on your back you tilted your head back to wet your hair. He ran his hands through your hair to help the water soak all of it. Then he pulled you close you him and kissed your wet hair. He exchanged places with you and went into the water. He had his head tilted back into the water. He was running his hands through his hair. His arms flexed at every movement, the water droplets running down his face, then his neck, his broad shoulders, his chest, and his abs. All you could do was admire his wet body. Another first for you and him, another memory to keep forever in your mind. He finished rinsing the gel from his hair and he wrapped his arms around you, “I think you might be enjoying this view.” He teased you.

You clung onto him and you were both in the water. He ran his hands up and down your wet body. You turned around and had your back to him. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You brought your hands up to his hands and held them. You tilted your head back, closed your eyes, and laid on his pec. The water ran down the both of you. You had never felt so relaxed in your life. The steam surrounded the both of you as you stood there. He kissed your temple and swayed slowly, your body mimicked his swaying. He brought his head down to yours, “Do you want to wash up with me, sweetheart?”

You nodded and opened your eyes. You faced him and kissed his lips. You turned around and grabbed the body wash and washcloths. You handed him the soap and you held the washcloth out. He squeezed the bottle hard and a bunch of soap came out.

“Bradley! Oh my gosh!” You stepped back as it overflowed over the cloth. You looked at him in shock.

He threw his head back and started laughing hard, “I wish you could see your face, sweetheart. That was hilarious.” He continued to laugh at you.

You gave him a little push and he slipped slightly from the soap all over the floor. His eyes went wide and he put his hand onto the wall steadying himself. You started to laugh at him. He looked at you with wide eyes, “Okay! Okay! We are even!” You both laughed together.

You washed your bodies and he washed his hair. He helped you wash and condition yours. He ran his hands through your hair gently, making sure he didn’t hurt you. He combed out your hair with his fingers until your hair felt super soft under the water. He massaged your scalp with the deep conditioner. It gave you goosebumps. You were facing one another as you tilted your head back once more for him to rinse your hair. After he finished rinsing your hair you took a step towards him. You tilted your head back once more to get a little more of the excess out. He stepped into you and was pushed up against your body. He placed his hands on the base of your back and leaned down to kiss your neck as you tilted your head into the water. You came back upright and placed your hands on his biceps. He was looking deeply into your eyes, “I love you, baby girl.”

You got onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose, “I love you too, Bradley.”

After the two of you just stood there, holding onto each other in the water. He played with your hair taking you all in. Tracing every feature of your face, biting his lip and furrowing his brows to hold back the tears. He placed kisses all over your face. His mustache tickling your nose. You giggled a little and he scratched your nose for you. He was in a daze looking at you. The water started to run cold. He turned around and shut the water off. He opened the shower door and grabbed your towel, he patted your face dry.

“Boop.” He lightly poked your nose and gave you a kiss.

He finished drying you off and you got out and grabbed him a towel. You went back into your bedroom and started to get dressed. He came back out, already in his underwear and white undershirt. He started to put his dress whites back on. You looked over your shoulder as you finished putting your jeans on. You could see him buttoning up his uniform you walked over and stopped his hands. You looked up and smiled at him.

“Let me.” You straightened out his shirt and he stood tall. You started to button up his uniform shirt. Then you reached the top your fixed its collar so it was upright and straight. You smoothed out the stomach of it and drew your thumb over his cheek. “You clean up well, Lieutenant.” You ran your hand over the empty spot right above his medals. “Where are your wings?” You looked at him concerned.

“Gave 'em to Ice during his services.” He smiled at you.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You said in a whisper, remembering that Mav he’d told you a couple of days ago his long-time friend had passed away.

He bowed his head to you, “But, Thank you, beautiful.” He looped his finger on the front belt loop of your jeans and pulled you in, “I do not clean up as good as you.” He gave you another kiss. This one was longer and slower.

You pulled back. “Go finish. I don’t want you to be late. It’s already 5:15. I have gel in the medicine cabinet if you need some.”

He leaned into you and kissed your cheek, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He walked into the bathroom and fixed his hair and put his hat on. He came out of the bathroom and you were sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. He looked so good. He was holding himself so well, but you knew Bradley. You could see the nervousness in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and lightly smiled at you.

Y/n: “Are you ready bird boy?” You smiled.

He shook his head at you. “As ready as I’ll ever be, y/n.”

You both quietly got out of your room and you closed your door. He stopped and was looking at your guys’ daughter's door. You patted his back and opened the door for him. He walked in and she was still sound asleep. He knelt by her bedside and took her little hand into his and kissed it.

Bradley to your daughter: “I’ll be back, baby. Daddy will be back. I promise. Wait for me okay?” He placed another kiss on her hand and came back to you closing the door.

You headed towards the kitchen and you heard a door open behind you. You both turned.

Bri: “Bradshaw.” She stood in the hallway.

Bradley turned to her. Both quiet. She put her arms out and walked over to him.

Bri: “You got this. Come home safely, Brad.” She hugged him tightly.

Bradley: “Thank you, Bri. For everything…Thank you so much.” He hugged her back.

The two of you got into your car and headed for the base. The car was pretty much silent for the 10-minute ride. He held your hand and would kiss it every minute. He spent most of the time looking out the window watching the sun start to rise. You pulled up to the deck where everyone was waiting to board the USS Theodore Roosevelt. Bradley looked at you and cupped your cheek.

He sighed, “Thank you, y/n. I love you so much.” The rubbed his thumb on your cheek, “Please tell our baby girl how much her daddy loves her… Please just always remind her y/n.” His eyes were sad.

You kissed his palm, “I love you, Bradley. I will. I promise. But when you get back you’ll also tell her for yourself.” You smiled at him and kissed his lips.

He nodded. “I’ll see you when I get back. Wait for me.” He held your hand and kissed it.

“I will…always.” You kissed his hand back.

He took a deep breath and straightened his back. He opened his door and stepped down. Everyone greeted him as he made his way over. You sat there with tears welling in your eyes. They started to board the boat when Bradley stopped and looked over his shoulder and looked at you. He nodded and waved to you. You waved back and he boarded the boat. And just like that, he was gone… Again.

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He's officially gone again 🥺 I need a support group, I'm crying... How are you going to cope with him gone again? ALSO, besties... I have the next like 10 chapters already done, but would you guys be okay with a mission chapter? We all obviously know what happens during the movie lolol 😉 HOWEVER, would you guys want me to release that part too? It has a lot of contexts that I added about what Rooster is processing throughout the mission 🤔 Let me know, babes! I'll see you in the next part! 🫶🏼

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vampsquerade · 1 year

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Requests are open?

Please gimme more of Rudy, I don’t care what you write, I just need more of him pleasee

bestie i GOT YOU imma give you some angsty fluff cause oooo i love it!! i also hope you’ve been taking very good care of yourself, if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to text 💕

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Rodolfo x Female!Reader: Tales of Love

Trigger Warnings: angst with a happy ending, arrests, graphic depictions of physical violence, death threats, love confessions, hurt/comfort

Love is a tale told in many stories that have been passed down from generation to generation. One such tale you most famously remembered is that of Popocatépetl and Iztaccíhuatl, recounted to you by Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra. Rodolfo and you had gotten pretty close in your time working together to capture Hasan, often exchanging glances filled with a romance and passion seen like no other in the modern day. Alejandro would also continuously make jokes related to this story, often gaining both your attention by calling you these names respectively. Of course, the two of you would just get flustered and promptly apologize to each other before getting what you were ordered to do finished up with.

As much as you would love your so-called “romance” with Rodolfo to continue on, tragedy obviously struck. You and several of Alejandro’s Vaqueros were arrested after Graves’ Shadows came and took over the base. You had been separated from Rodolfo at this point and found yourself captured. “Van a regresar por nosotros…lo siento en mi pecho…” you whisper softly to yourself. A Shadow grunt suddenly scoffs before laughing at you, pushing you slightly to force you to continue walking. “Nobody’s coming back for you. By this point, Alejandro and those damn 141 guys have got to be captured and dead by this point—eventually you will be too.” the Shadow said.

Your heart then sinks into your stomach as you continue walking. Where the fuck was Rodolfo? Nobody had mentioned him at all and you’re damn sure he’s one of the few that died at the bloodied hands of Shadow Company. “What, cat’s got your tongue now? You haven’t said a damn thing since I told you that. I bet that Rudy guy’s dead too.” the grunt continued, as if he was taunting you at this point. “He’s not dead, ¡hijo de puta!” you exclaim, kicking at the grunt. He then doesn’t hesitate to knock you down, kicking your knee so hard you were pretty sure it was gonna break if he did it any harder. Immediately traction was stopped and all guns were on you as you lay collapsed in the ground.

“The fuck are you doing? Grab the crazy bitch and let’s move! We gotta put them all in the cells on the other side!” a familiar voice rings out. Filled with pure, unadulterated rage, you bring your head up and see Phillip Graves himself walking up to you. You’re swiftly lifted before being turned to look at the commander, all eyes from all parties stuck on you. “Well, well, well. Looks like we’ve got Parra’s cute little kitty. Now why are you causing a ruckus, hm?” he sneers, putting the barrel of his rifle underneath your chin. You growl softly, resisting slightly against the grunt that’s been with you this whole time. “Aw, c’mon now princess—ain’t a single reason for you to be doing any of this. All I’m asking for is a simple response to what the fuck you’re doing.” Phillip says. Not a single sound comes from you, and this causes the commander to scoff before chuckling darkly.

Phillip taps the trigger on his rifle, slightly angling it up against your chin. The man was practically gone to you at this point, a switch flipped and he was more than ready to kill you after working alongside you for months. “I’m done playing games with you. Unless you want your head served to the stragglers on a platter I deeply suggest you say something.” he says. Staring directly into his eyes as your heart pounds in your chest, you just nod to signal you’re about to speak. “Your damn grunt was taunting me. If it wasn’t for you arresting all of us, I would have killed him and you on the spot.” you say angrily. Phillip laughs at this, moving his rifle away from your chin, “That right? Well then, guess I’ll just have to prevent that.” he says.

In an instant you’re hit with the butt of his rifle directly against your temple, effectively disorienting you to the point where you’re about to pass out. Phillip grabs your face harshly and makes you look up at him. Through blurred vision are you able to see the dead and menacing stare he gives you. “Take a nap, little kitty.” he says before letting you go. Completely passing out at this point, your now limp body is dragged into a solitary confinement cell as everyone else is escorted to regular cells. You spend a long time passed out, and all you could dream about is eventually being saved by Rodolfo, Johnny, and Simon.

Eventually, you wake up in your cell and groan, vision still incredibly blurry as your head is pounding. You bring a hand up to your temple shakily, feeling the now dried blood against your fingers. “I’ll fucking kill him…and his fucking Shadows…” you mutter to yourself. As there’s never anything to do inside of a solitary confinement cell, you just spend your entire time thinking about Rodolfo. Was he truly dead? Or has he been alive for the entire time since the incident, waiting for the perfect moment to whisk you and everyone else out of their respective cells? It was uncertain, as several hours had already come to pass since your arrest.

As you wait patiently for someone to come and get you, you hear alarms going off that signal that there’s been an intrusion. “I fucking knew they would come..!” you exclaim out of pure excitement. After a very long gunfight is exchanged, you hear several footsteps coming up to your cell. “Which one is Y/N in?!” a very familiar voice exclaims. “¡En esa, la celda de la izquierda!” another very familiar voice instructs. Standing yourself up and keeping yourself to the frame of the cot in your cell, you wait to see who was on the other side of the door. The lock turns and the door is swiftly opened, revealing several Vaqueros and Rodolfo himself. “Y/N!” Rodolfo exclaims. He quickly rushes towards you and pulls you into an embrace, breath heavy as if he was anticipating your death.

“A ver, déjame ver tu cabeza…” Rodolfo says, gently grabbing both of your jaws and turning your head to examine your injuries. He sees the countless bruises you had on your cheeks and eyes, as well as the dried blood from your temple where Graves had attacked you. “He’ll pay for what he did to you, te lo prometo mi amor. Hasta al infierno los llevo.” Rodolfo said. “Thank you.” you say, wincing softly as he picks you up onto his shoulders. You and everyone else are quickly escorted and taken to get treatment at a different location set up by the Captain, and you’re glad to have kept your spirits up while you were locked up. You knew it was going to happen, and you were happy Rodolfo accompanied the rescue party.

Upon arriving at the makeshift base, you’re seen by a medic to treat any and all wounds. A brace is placed on your injured and swollen knee and stitches are sewn into your injured temple. Waiting right at your side the entire time was Rodolfo, who had been faithfully patient to speak with you. Once the medic in charge of patching you up went off to treat someone else, it was decided now was the time to question what Rodolfo called you earlier. “My love, that’s what you called me. Why?” you ask. Rodolfo tenses up a bit, turning to look you nervously in the eye. “Well…I guess it was a slip of the tongue…” he says awkwardly. “Did you mean it genuinely?” you ask again.

For a moment, Rodolfo goes quiet as he contemplates telling you the truth about the way he feels towards you. He promptly comes to the conclusion that he has to, and he reaches for your hand. “Me enamoré de ti, Y/N. En estar siempre a tu lado he pasado muchos de mis días pensando en el día en que nos juntamos. Te quiero mucho…” Rodolfo confesses. You immediately become flustered by this, delighted to know that Rodolfo feels the same way you feel about him. “I was terrified you were dead, you know. I thought I would never get to see you again and that I would die of a broken heart knowing I couldn’t live my life without you.” you admit, nervously rubbing the back of your neck.

Rodolfo’s eyes softened as he gave you a warm and reassuring smile, leaning in closer to your face. “Would you do me a quick favor right now?” he asked softly. “What would that be?” you ask, wanting to know more. “Please kiss me…” Rodolfo whispers. “Hm…who would I be to say no to the man that saved my life?” you say, laughing softly. Rodolfo then leans in and captures your lips into a sweet and gentle kiss. You’re more than happy to reciprocate it, putting your hands gently onto his cheeks. You begin to caress his skin with your thumb as Rodolfo does the same to you. “Ay, mira los dos amantes aquí.” Alejandro’s voice comes from your left. Rodolfo then pulls away from you, raising his arms in disbelief, “¿No nos pueden dejar en paz, hermano?” he asks, jokingly offended.

You turn and see Alejandro and the main members of the 141 standing there, waiting to hear about your condition. “I’ll have to be kept out of the next mission, unfortunately. Any added stress to my knee or head will surely injure me further.” you say. “Shame, would’ve loved to kill Graves and all of Shadow company alongside you.” Johnny says, crossing his arms. “It’s okay, I’ll surely be with you for the next one. Count on it.” you say, holding a hand out to shake his. Johnny happily complies, shaking your hand firm and carefully. “Well, we’ll be mobilizing after a brief talk with Shepherd to try and know more about this situation. Rodolfo, you need to come along.” John said. Rodolfo nodded, letting go of your hand and standing up. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” he vows. “You better. Make sure you send the one that kicked me down and beat me in my unconscious state my warmest regards.” you say. “Will do.” Rodolfo said, walking off with the others.

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #cod rudy #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo parra #rodolfo x reader #rudy x reader #angst #angst with a happy ending #angst fic #eventual fluff #cod x reader #cod x reader angst #cod los vaqueros

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azlrse · 1 year

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hi bestie, it's been a while<33

just wanted to ask how you were doing; and i hope you're doing alright! don't forget to take care of yourself, always ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

also, i'm absolutely LOVING your boyfriend gush series !! it's the cutest thing ever om

i'm begging you, please do one for jamil 🙏

[boyfriend gush/drabble: jamil viper]

cw: angst to fluff and implied self-hatred (on jamil)

a/n: you want your man's jamil?? then here comes the order! i hope you like it bestie (I couldn't get his personality right because I couldn't understand his character yet ;_;) <33

Jamil thought that he would never find someone who could love him, even after his overblot situation and his status as Kalim's servant in the Al-Asim household. Before he got in a relationship with the Ramshackle Prefect, he was a tad bit mean to everyone and that includes you, the magicless student to whom he least expected to have a HUGE crush on you and what I mean by that is that he fell hard for you the moment he saw on how patient and caring you are.

You didn't budge, not even one bit everytime he asks you to leave him alone and he deeply admired that stubborn and head-strong personality of yours. As soon as you walk away, he couldn't help but a smile appeared on his face after he talk about his worst moments of his day and keeping Kalim on safe hands.

After all, both of the families would have his head if they knew that Kalim's in danger because of him.

Just like the other characters, he had his own way to show not only he cares for you but also that he's romantically interested on you. This is common but his cooking skills will be put to the test every he gives an "extra" on you, claiming that he made too many. And the was his heart sped up, threatening to come out everytime you complemented his cooking.

Another thing is sending you cards and the small paper notes on your locker every morning at exactly 8:00 in the morning. Your smile is his serotonin and his school days aren't complete when he doesn't see you smile, wether it's from his gifts or not. His hard and snarky personality still pertains, even after you've become his lover but you've figured it out why; it turns out that he's a tough cookie and doesn't trust anyone, well except for you because you are the only one he trusted whenever he speak about his personal thoughts.

His self hatred towards his status becomes so overwhelming that there are times that he'll lock himself in his room in the dorms but eventually wants you and you alone in his room. You gladly accepted the invitation and you'll come over as soon as he called for you and he did the same for you whenever you are in distress.

This guy stick to two nicknames; pudding and starlight.

It's because the sweet dessert's sweet and jiggly consistency reminds him of you. It's cute and sweet and quite delicious ;)))

As for starlight, he reminded you of the brightest star he'd seen and quite frankly, despite being magicless, you are quite breathtaking and the one who lights his way during his darkest times.

Did I mention that you alone are the only one who gets the privilege to touch and style his long hair?? Yupp and he indeed loved it when your hands worked it's magic <333

Want this but with your twst character? Send me an ask!! <33

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

#[💌: boyfriend gush series]#lovable moots #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper fluff #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland x reader #twst jamil

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I listened to The Summit audio (part 2) and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION WHAT)

YEAH WHAT IS FUCKING GOING ON??

Tf do you mean Porter, THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PORTER

William order you to WHAT NOW

Oh my god it’s an alibi for both of them

Alexis please find some care in your heart.

I mean.. We could make it a game of Cluedo. It would add more to the plot.

Can vampires even get wrinkles??

“I didn’t kill him, now relax, we have work to do.” That was the most human i’ve heard Alexis.

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OH HEAVENS SWEETHEART IS ALIVE WHOOP WHOOP

Wait did they see what happened???

Oh no Asher sounds so stressed 😭

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David needs a fucking break

Pushed magically away? Oh shit is closeknit here.

It’s so interesting to see the characters discover plot we already know of, Imagine their reaction to Sunshine and Elliot or Blake and Bestie.

Sweetheart maybe take the memo and not do this

Goddammit Porter. Godfuckingdammit.

Confrontation part 2??? Let’s go

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“Get in line.” Porter you snarky bitch

WOAH THERE ASHER?? I’m kinda woahie 🤞

My jaw is dropped. MY JAW IS DROPPED ASH. THE TEETH??

Are they on the floor, like Porter being pinned or?

Big word time 😇

I’m so lost right now. I'm so shitty abt politics, all I'm getting is a corrupt government.

Kinda attracted to both of them rn… 💕

Porter and Asher both have great points tbh

Where’s Sam when you need him 😕

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Are we really doing a trial right now??? RIGHT FUCKING NOW???

So the department ruling has only been formed for 50 years. Oh wait nvm that's not Alexis.

OH HI SAMMM

Monarch Baz is so self centered I loathe her, But damn she can be commanding when needed.

“Do we get a vote.?” “Do I look like a vampire, How the hell should I know?” Yes you two make some comedic relief, god knows we're gonna need it.

What are the mates/partners doing?? Is Lovely playing uno with Angel in a corner or??

I’m losing track of the whole houses thing, but that’s ok.

Monarch Baz sounds so URGAJDDSAK.

“Zane, Ephraim-” , I heard Zac Efron and I was so confused. WAIT IS THAT HOW ERIK GOT THE NAMES??

I’ll be honest, I don’t think “The House of Shaw” and the Solaire Clan are gonna be allies after this 😭

The House of Shaw needs a break what about that 😇

“A piles of bones, obviously.” God it’s sass meeting sass.

ASH?? Are we breathing him in right now???

“Only the bones were left.” Aw yum?? Little chew toy for Darlin’ or something 🤷‍♀️

Beheaded Adam style, Lovely. (Pun intended)

“Considering his skull was halfway across the room, I’m assuming he was beheaded. That, or someone played an impromptu game of soccer with the good king’s skeleton after the fact.” Alexis put a muzzle on yourself please 😭

Yeah tbf Christoper isn’t really a saint here, Vincent can vouch for that. Also where is Vincent.

Calm conversation?? CALM CONVERSATION???

What’s with him and blaming Solaire Clan?

Christoper. Maybe look Lovely in their traumatic eyes and tell them that. STRAIGHT TO THEIR FACE.

Adam hate club 🙌

Porter standing up for Vincent? Wow he really does keep his word on the whole Solaire’s stick together, also how many people have been killed now.

“Well, I realized I left the stove on four years ago when I left, I needed to come check on it.” God the Solaire’s breathe sass don’t they.

Nevermind. All vampires are sassy.

What is the Shaw pack doing again, are they just in the corner.

Demon blood? Yeah David. POISON??

So hypothetically, If Gavin bled and sprinkler style sprayed his blood everywhere, he could kill a bunch of Vampires if it gets them in the mouth.

“Shockingly we don't make a habit of broadcasting our weaknesses pup.” Is this an Imperium reference or?? (I've only seen like edits of Asher being called pup so idfk??)

How the fuck did someone get demon blood. A blood bank??

Why are they so sassy? WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SASSY??

CLOSEKNIT GETTING BLAMED WOO, I was so scared they were gonna blame Sweetheart or something.

NO BC FR THAT CLOSEKNIT AD WAS SO FUCKING RUDE, AND IT WASN'T EVEN A GOOD AD. IT WAS LIKE A PERFUME AD.

If the Shaw Pack is gonna keep getting trampled can they just leave? Pup, Dog, A leash??

Christopher, Your fucking alibi is so shitty man, You’re so fucked 😭😭

Oh shit he’s found guilty. HOLY SHIT WAS THAT HIS NECK??

The Shaw Pack is losing their minds and rightfully so, what the fuck.

IS THIS NORMAL TO GET KILLED OR SOEMTHING???

Bye Alexis?

OH LOVELY WAS THERE?? Oh yes ma’am.

Yes we’ll speak with William. IF WE CAN GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM??

Well. At Least that’s good? Thanks Monarch.

No Vincent, baby.

Porter, You confusing bastard.

IS THAT THE END?? NO URGSHDH. NOT AT THE LORE DROP URIFEKDFDF

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Genshin Impact Bf Headcanons

Hello again!

Now its time for our beautiful and pretty boys time for shine✨

Tysm for everyone who liked part 1 and 2 I'm so grateful for that😊

Also check out part 1 and part 2 if u guys haven't yet cause uhm....because i told u so!(╹ڡ╹ )

Anyways lets not stall anymore shall we and get on with it~!( •̀ ω •́ )✧

REMINDER: These characters don't belong to me but to hoyoverse and this is just a fictional work so please don't take it seriously.

(Inazuma Boys)

~Boba Man~ (Kamisato Ayato)

~Sly Boyfriend~

• Ya know...i would've just titled him as the prince type boyfriend cause i think he's a gentleman but at the same time i see him as....a sly fox who loves...loves to tease you, like he just finds entertainment by your red face and flustered reactions. Truly a fox man he is.

• When you get into a relationship with this man you have got to get used to he's sassy remarks about somethings and i imagine that you also sadly get affected by he's attitude.

• You and ayaka are besties✨ I feel like at first you'd feel like she didn't really like you because she didn't talk to you or get near you. oh how wrong you were...she actually SIMPS for you, she admires you. she actually watches how you train with a sword probably why she loves you. So when ayato is busy you and ayaka either have tea and chat or spar together. She's my ice princess💕

• Now sometimes ayato does get jealous of he's sister. Of how much you both get to spend time together. There are sometimes where the siblings fight over you lol. He will cling to you for a whole day without letting ayaka near you claiming that she's had you enough.

• Since he's sometimes lazy to do he's paperwork he tells thoma to send you to him at once. Meaning just so he can get kisses and cuddles from you so he can get energy to complete he's work.

• Gets jealous easily. Once he spots someone hitting on you, He's.telling.that.man.off, Since he's sassy he will talk about how the said person shouldn't be hitting on a taken person and how its disrespectful. SLAYYYY😫

• Overprotective but knows you can handle yourself. But sometimes he does send guards to go with you since he knows clans or the fatui will try and use you against him. and he doesn't want you to get hurt.

• When he's free you both go to he's favorite boba store and just drink and chill while chatting🥺

• I feel like sometimes ayato would do these playfights with you. ya know just casual teasing and making the other jealous, when asked by ayaka and thoma why you both do this you both just respond that its an act of love🥰

• Since he has the money....boom. your getting spoiled, like just look and tell him its your's, he thinks you deserve the best(I mean you do queen/king✨)

• He's an annoying but sweet boi. But we/you love him~

Nicknames: My love, sweetheart, dear, darling and honey

Voice line about you: “ *Sigh* Why am i sighing? My dear love is spending time with ayaka again...hmm..thoma! Take care of this for me...I'm just gonna seal my darling back~”

When he talks to you: “Hmmm...sweetheart I'm back~, ah there you are. i missed you...where were you? Oh...you were with traveler? Can you at least give me your attention today? I've been needing more y/n in my life..?”

~Perfect Malewife~ (Thoma)

~Golden Retriever Boyfriend~

• Doesn't he just give that vibe!?

• He's perfect.

• Cooks and cleans for you, always cooks for you everyday. for breakfast, dinner, snacks. ANYTHING EVEN IF ITS FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE HE WILL COOK IT FOR YOU.

• He always smiles and it honestly will brighten anyone's day with it including yours, If your sad he's bright demeanor suddenly dies down and gets upset himself.

• Your parents probably love him more then they love you-(jk), likewise if you have any siblings they would instantly love him...he's like a big brother to them. whose strict yet fun. Imagine him playing/messing around with your siblings🥺

• Ayato at one point did get jealous....boba man is jealous of you-

• When your days and work are done you both would be laying in bed and he's just going on about how he's day went. He would also be the type to cuddle you close while kissing your forehead💘

• Taroumaru loves you. you and thoma would take turns in hanging out with the cute boi🥺

• Overall thoma is the boyfriend you instantly wanna marry💖✨

Nicknames: Babe, wifie, milady and my love

Voice line about you: “No no taroumaru this isn't for you haha..this is for y/n..ah! Lady ayaka can you please take this to y/n?‟

When he talks to you: “Hey there wafie! I missed you. Alot of things happened today...wanna hear it?‟

~One and oni!~ (Arataki Itto)

~Himbo Boyfriend~

• Himbo energy. I'm you guys can already sense it...feel it...

• Takes you bug hunting and then to he's battles for support even if sometimes went he actually loses your the one paying...poor you-

• Shinobu appreciates you alot since your the only ones who are sane and you help her keep the boys from going to jail. She loves you like a big sister💕 The gang also got attached to you since they saw how happy their boss was with you so they started to love you as well.

• He unintentionally hits you with he's elbows because your shorter then him-. He carries you on he's shoulder tho.

• Swears that he loves you more then miss hina-

• When your sad/upset immediately tells the gang about it and they try to cheer you up by doing these weird stage plays and eventually it gets them to trouble😔

• Even if you know how to fight he doesn't let you lift a finger. part of the reason is because he doesn't want you to get hurt, other part is cause he wants to show off😅 But when he does let you...he falls inlove with you all over agin...cause to him you fighting and kicking asses are hot, sexy and beautiful to him.

• He definitely asks you for mora just to buy you a gift😂

• You bet you have ALOT of nicknames. he likes to think he's creative with them✨

• He loves you alot for accepting him as he is so with pride he always talks about you to people and the gang!(Shinobu tells you about this)

• Himbo boyfriend 100%

Nicknames: Babe, baby, lovebug, hottie, he's one and only, honey etc (alot more but he just thinks of them at radom times)

Voice line about you: “Woww...aren't the just amazing!?‟

When he talks about you: “Heyyy lovebug! What? N-no i don't need anything from you...ok maybe i do...c-can i have like...a little bit of mora? Like just 800 mora please?‟

~Furry General~ (Gorou)

~Puppy Boyfriend~

• What'd you expect?

• He's territorial but also very shy when it comes to you and gets flustered easily. If he's feeling possessive he marks you with he's scent and in other ways too...and when he's shy he just blushes around you alot.

• Your the only one who has the privileged of touching he's ears and tail and when you guys are alone he lets you run your fingers through he's fluffy tail and soft ears. He thinks its very relaxing and you help him groom he's tail and he LEAVES for it✨

• You know that scene in he's event i think(i forgor) where yae miko was talking about how he probably sleeps while hugging he's tail? Well he used to and now he just hugs you while wrapping he's tail around you. he sleeps as the little spoon he rarely becomes big spoon.

• He always remembers your scent and how you walk so when he instantly hears your footsteps or smells you from a mile away he's tail starts wagging and the soldiers who see it don't tell gorou since they know he would be embarrassed but they find it cute how head over heels is their general to you💖

• Kokomi and yae miko ALWAYS teases you both...sadly

• When you get hurt in battle poor baby blames himself for not being able to protect you...so please hold him and reassure him that your fine...

• Since he's basically a dog. I bet before you guys started dating he would talk about you to the other dogs in inazuma since he had no one to talk to about it. and the dogs would actually help him sometimes but always leading you to him, causing tiny accidents and more. So he actually feels grateful for he's furry friends.

• He honestly gets really upset when you go somewhere that he can't follow(Monstadt, liyue or sumeru)He can't help but miss you alot and when you get back he clings to you for the rest of the day.

• He's very loyal to you and is honestly a very good boy💕

Nicknames: My mate and mine

Voice line about you: “Why do i seem upset? I miss my m-mate alot...wait..NO AHHH YOU DIDN'T HEAR THAT-‟

When he talks to you: “Y-your back! Hm? i-i can smell another persons scent on you...thats no good...c-can you come here...my mate?‟

~Sassy Detective~ (Shikanoin Heizou)

~Flirty Boyfriend~

• You thought kaeya was worse? Hah! heizou’s wayy worse....

• If your a person who gets shy easily heizou will tease you NONSTOP my man has no mercy....he thinks it's funny and cute(Asshole)

• But despite this he brings you with him to solve some cases of course only the minor and safe ones...he wouldn't want he's precious love to get hurt now can he?

• He randomly pins you to a wall and flirts aka tells you cheesy pick-up lines....and their SO CRINGE💀

• He has no shame even flirting with you in public.

• I'm sure you guys are aware of that pic genshin posted at he's birthday right? WELL I BELIEVE HE WILL TEASE YOU WITH THOSE EXPRESSIONS OF HIS LIKE TAKE THAT INFO HOWEVER YOU WANT. like he'll purposely moan just to see you blush-

• Whenever a person flirts with you, you best believe heizou to be right there by your side flexing how he's a detective and can get the poor person inprisoned.....

• When he's not being an ass he treats you to a nice meal sometimes and buys you flowers with a side of jewelry too✨

• Complements you every single day💖

• When you do something impressive something as solving a case before him he will shower you with praise and affection.

• kisses that come out of nowhere are he's favs. and when you do that to him he'll have a shocked face with a bit of blush but instantly calms he's composure and teases you back but take it to another level. by that i mean grabing your chin, pulls you by the hips and kisses you roughly and hungrily(^///^)

• Even if he's a flirty asshole sometimes you love him~💖

Nicknames: Mine, baby, sweetheart, dear and beautiful

Voice line about you: “Their getting hi on AGAIN? What can't people just understand that their mine? *Sighs* Traveler can you help me teach that person a lesson? You won't get into trouble i assure you~‟

When he talks to you: “Hey there beautiful~ Awe don't shy away from me now...let me see your cute face~‟ (If you think that line is familiar good job)

~Mr.Samurai~ (Kaedehara Kazuha)

~Gentle Boyfriend~

• He'd be the calm and gentle type who just wants to be with you.

• If your in the crux you and him would be spending your time either chatting with beidou or laying down at the birds nest just looking at the sky.

• Kazuha often writes haiku’s about you...and tells them to you while you both are chilling, he's another one who won't go a day without completing you and at least hugging or kissing you on the cheek or forehead.

• The crew coos at how cute your relationship is and support you too very much💕 Although sometimes beidou will scold you both for slacking off at certain chores.

• You and kazuha have a room to yourselves since the crew wants to respect your boundaries as a couple and because beidou doesn't wanna see pda-

• Beidou gives kazuha these talks about how to treat you, to not make you cry, respect your boundaries and just giving advice to him(She cares about you both alot such a mother💘)

• He often also cooks for you. and when he tries new recipes your always he's taste tester. He values your opinions alot and appreciates it when your being honest with him.

• He teaches you how to use a sword or how to defend yourself since he knows if people find out about your connection to him they will certainly use you to get him....but even so he still protects you and is very obversing of you guys surroundings. especially when you guys are outside, he doesn't wanna lose you now....

• He treats you like glass sometimes since he's afraid your gonna break and he's gonna lose you.

• He oftens has nightmares of he's friend and about losing you too...eventually when he wakes up from it he holds you tighter and closer to him...

• Whenever you guys dock somewhere he buys you small trinkets at that place as a souvenir.

• He also sings or hums to you whenever you both go to sleep he's voice is honestly the most softest thing ever💖

• He lets you tie he's hair whatever he enjoys feeling your hands in he's hair.

• He actually isn't shy to tell people that he loves you or tell that your his s/o he finds pride that you choose a dead man and he feels like he doesn't deserve your beautiful and kind self.

• He will protect and love you until the end of time...because your the light that made he's life colorful again.

Nicknames: My dove, my love and my muse

Voice line about you: “Isn't y/n just beautiful? What? haha...yes its obvious that i love them very much indeed...‟

When he talks to you: “My dove...would you like to hear the haiku I've written again for you?‟

~Scaramoche~ (Kunikuzushi)

~Cold Boyfriend~

• Now some people actually wanna know that out of every man in the world...why did you choose him? Why did you choose someone whose heartless and cold? Simple. You love him. Even sometimes scara doubts why you love him when he's basically someone who can't control he's mouth, and he's reminded by you that you fell for whats behind that attitude of his.

• Now when you break all of his walls and when he starts letting you in bit by bit he starts being unintentionally nice to you. it would shock him and he's subordinates, if your hot he'll buy you a popsicles if your cold he'll give you his coat he'll even let you borrow his hat, basically he becomes more cold to everyone but has a soft spot for you and everyone knows it.

• When your in that stage where his walls are broken down in private he'll start showing his kunikuzushi side while in public he'll only hold your hand while shouting at people. He'll also(surprisingly)ask for kisses and cuddles bluntly with a blush of course.

• Ah...another one that buys you whatever you want with that fatui money✨Just ask him nicely and he'll buy it for you.

• When he's away and busy he sends 2 or 3 fatui agents to watch over you at least since he knows that some people will use you against him and for fatui information so he's extremely careful when with you.

• If your smart with your words you can easily stop scara from sealing the gnosis and turning his back from the fatui. and if you do then consider yourself a pat on the back.

• When he makes sure that your deep asleep he whispers to you about how lucky he is to have you and how he loves you very much with kisses on the forehead. He also thanks you for being patient with him since he knows that he isn't exactly the best person to be with but he thanks you regardless. he knows he should be saying those things to you when your awake but he just can't bring himself to do so....so for now its a secrets.

• He has nightmares about ei and he's old friends so please comfort him and hug him...

•He sometimes puts his work aside and goes to you just to cuddle with you.

•Anyone who disrespects you are instantly dead however if your fast enough to stop him he will just pull you aside, leave you at a place and go back to those trash and beat them to a pulp🙂 Same goes for people who hits on you their instantly gone or barely alive....your his and only his

• One time he noticed that traveler had kept asking about you and he thought that the traveler liked you even if they just wanted to ask you something...

• When you ask for attention he immediately saids your being to needy when his needy himself.

• He might be cold and all but for you his ready to fight the entire universe just for you💕

• To him your the one who gave him a heart. A heart that beats for you, he understands what love is because of you and his grateful for that. Your the only think that keeps him sane...so please...please don't leave him...

Nicknames: Dumbass, mine, my world and my light(The last 2 only in private)

Voice line about you: “What? What about y/n? Stop asking me about them...wait..do you perhaps..like y/n? Don't delay it now?! You've been asking about them since you've seen me! Let me tell you something traveler they belong to me. their mine. got that?‟

When he talks to you: ‟What do you want? I'm busy, kisses and c-cuddle? I-i suppose i have time for that...your so needy“

DONE WITH THE INAZUMA BOYS!!!

Omg this took quite a while...mostly at ayato and scara’s parts but i managed

Now im gonna say it for part 3 its the sumeru guys but....it might come out a bit late since i haven't started sumeru yet because of school which sucks but i know the characters i just kinda dont know how they act so thats the problem but I'll try and explore sumeru when i have the time during the weekend

Tysm for reading this far and i hope you guys enjoyed this! I'm sorry if their are any grammer or spelling mistakes and i advice you guys to read part 1 or 2 whatever you wanna start first its fineo(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Also feel free to ask requests its always open!

Ok..imma stop rambing now and say goodbye lol.

FAREWLL MUA!!!💖✨

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Hi bestie!! I've been noticing a *SEVERE* lack of Skip content on Tumblr so if you're not too busy, could you please write a lil oneshot with Skip using the prompt "Wait, you think I'm cute?" please?? Thank you so much in advance!! 💖

Also this is a total side note but for some reason the song "Dandelions" by Ruth B just gives me major Skip vibes, like, a sunny day with your boyfriend who's also your best friend. Just adorable 🙈

I See Forever in Your Eyes

Warren "Skip" Muck x reader

A/N: Bestie, you are SO RIGHT 👏🏼 Skip is so underrated, and we're going to have to fix that 😉 Especially since I've been craving content for him ever since reading FOF and seeing him get into hijinks with Alix and Malarkey 😌 I hope you enjoy this one!

(As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: language, mentions of war

There’s nothing particularly amusing about asking someone to pass the shoe polish, but your bunkmate lets out a chuckle nonetheless as she tosses it to you.

“What’s so funny?”

Amy shakes her head, looking over your shoulder in the direction of the door. “Oh, nothing. Just that someone can’t seem to stay away from you – even when we’re in the women’s barracks.”

“Hiya, (Y/N)!” The bed beside you sinks as someone flops down onto it, bumping his shoulder into yours and almost causing you to drop the boots you’ve been diligently shining.

“Skip!” You scold. You smack him lightly on the arm, but there’s no malice in it. If anything, the gesture only serves to broaden the smile that already graces his lips. “You’re not supposed to be in the women’s barracks.”

Skips eyes widen. He glances around, placing a hand over his heart in mock shock as if he’s only just realizing where he is. “The women’s barracks?! I was looking for the latrine.” He shrugs. “Well, since I’m already here . . .” He leans back on the bed and flashes you a winning smile. “Guess who actually managed to keep their pass this week?”

“Talbert.”

“Nope.”

“Sisk?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Hmm . . . Well it certainly couldn’t be you for once, could it?”

“Ding ding ding – we have a winner!”

Now it’s your turn to feign shock. “No, really? However did you manage to hold onto it?”

“I was extra careful. But what about you? Did you manage to keep yours?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

Skip claps his hands together, a loud, happy staccato that echoes through the barracks. “Well then let’s cut a rug, jitterbug! We’re going dancing tomorrow night!” With that, he takes his leave from the barracks, leaving you smiling as you finish shining your shoes, and causing Amy to laugh.

“What’s so funny now?”

Your fellow paratrooper chuckles. “Oh, nothing. Just something about young love.” She laughs again when your boot slips out of your hand and tumbles onto the floor. She’s finished with her boots before you can collect yourself enough to ask what she means and to tell her that it’s not like between you and Skip.

No matter how much you may wish that it were.

Visiting English pubs on a weekend pass is far more fun than taking a weekend pass back in the States. Half of the fun is because hitting the town is different when you’ve got your polished jump wings displayed proudly on your chest and your pants bloused around your Corcoran boots. Strutting into a pub or a dance hall with an outfit that clearly proclaims I am a paratrooper – one of the elite! never fails to make things more interesting – whether because of the positive attention from the townspeople that lead to offers for dances and free drinks, or the negative attention from other service members that lead to gruff arguments and bloody noses. Never a dull moment with the right company in the right place.

As you push open the door of the pub and take in the sounds of music and laughter, part of you wishes that you were back in a dress like you would have been in the States. Then you could have done your hair and makeup and – even if for only a night – allowed yourself to pretend that you were a regular girl dancing with a handsome service member before he shipped off into combat. There’s still an elegance to showing off your uniform and impressing many with the fact that you are not only a paratrooper, but a part of the first female paratrooper program, though. It’s just different.

“(Y/N)!” A voice calls from across the pub. Through all the music and the jiving bodies, Malarkey has managed to spot your entrance. Hand clutching a drink and raised above his head to avoid a spill, the Oregon boy weaves through the crowd until he’s by your side. Your friend smiles, breathless. “Where ya been? We’ve been waiting all night!”

Playfully, you nudge his arm. “Awe, did you miss me, Malarkey?”

“Oh yeah, you know I missed my favorite dance partner.” In a single swig, he downs what’s in his glass and stubs out his cigarette in an ashtray on a nearby table. He offers you his hand.

“Oh no you don’t, Donnie Boy!” Skip slides between the two of you, ever present grin lighting up the room as he appears. “I do believe that I shall be having the first dance with lovely Private (Y/L/N).”

Malarkey takes a step back, hand over his heart. “Well Skipper, you could have at least had the decency to tell me that before I snubbed out my smoke.”

The look that crosses Skip’s face is one that you know all too well – he has an idea of some sort. The next thing that you know, he’s pushed you and Malarkey together and gives your friend a slap on the back. “Actually, you take this dance. I’ll grab the next one.” He recedes into the thicket of the crowd before you can question it.

A lively tune is struck up by the band, causing the energy in the pub to soar as you and Malarkey make your way to the dance floor, carving out a space for yourselves as you twirl and jump and laugh through the whole thing. You’re out of breath by the time that it ends, your cheeks sore from smiling so much. You applaud the band with everyone else as you wait for the next song to start.

“Alright, my turn,” Skip says, swaggering up to you and Malarkey. You’ve never understood how he manages to disappear and reappear from the crowd the way that he does, but he seems to fit in everywhere that he goes so well that you know it can’t be hard for him. He holds out his hand to you. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Not at all.”

The band’s next song starts up, much slower than the last. The mood of the crowd changes automatically, going from one of high energy and adrenaline to one of new love and desire as couples pair off onto the dance floor.

“Where did you go?” You question, casting a glance around the pub. “What lucky gal got that last dance with the pride and joy of Tonawanda?”

Skip chuckles. “Truth be told, no one did.”

“Oh?”

“No, I was too busy trying to request a song with the band.”

“And what song might that be?”

“This one.” Is it your imagination, or in the low lights of the pub, does your friend blush ever so slightly? Maybe he wonders the same thing about you as your hands grow warm against his. You might be in the dim lights and smokey atmosphere of the pub, but dancing with him feels like being surrounded by sunshine and cloudless skies on the perfect summer day. “I wanted to talk to you.”

There are better places to talk than the dance floor, but your heart is fluttering in your chest like a bird threatening to fly from the coop and you can’t find the words to question him. If the words would come to you, what would you even say?

“I’ve been thinking,” he pauses, like he’s waiting for you to crack the usual Thought I smelled smoke line that you, Penkala, and Malarkey are so apt to throw around. When your breath hitches in your throat instead, he bites his lip before continuing. “Fuck. I don’t wanna mess this up.”

“Mess what up?” Effortlessly, the two of you execute the spin that comes with the next line of the song. When you gravitate together again, like planets falling into alignment, you’re met with a worried expression on his face – something that looks unnatural on him.

The next few bars of the song press on while silence floats between you. Worry – or something akin to it – settles into the little atmosphere between you. You keep waiting for him to say more as Skip’s eyes dance over everyone and anything else in the pub besides you.

“You’re one of my best friends.” His voice is soft, his eyes are sincere; he’s never looked more serious. “I don’t wanna mess that up when I tell you that I feel differently about you than other girls.”

You stumble on the next step. He catches your waist with ease. If this is going where you think it’s going . . . But you would hate to assume, and to assume incorrectly at that.

Skip rushes on. “It’s okay if you don’t feel that way. With the big jump finally coming up, I just wanted to make sure that you knew before we went, or else I would spend my whole life regretting that I didn’t tell you. And I know that might make the jump harder – “ He shakes his head, exasperated. “I swear I knew what I wanted to say when I started this.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, your words bringing his eyes back to you. “I think it’s cute when you ramble.”

Standing so close, it would be impossible to miss the way that his breath hitches in his throat. “Wait, you think I’m cute?”

“Well yeah.” There’s no use in denying it. Not when he’s allowed himself to be vulnerable instead of brushing things off with humor like he normally would. And not when the jump is sure to be soon. He’s right: it would be hard to go about life full of regret and wondering how different things could have been if you had made a different jump – a leap of faith into the game of chance that is sharing your truest and most sincere feelings with someone that you have so many tender feelings of affection for.

“Not just when you ramble,” you admit, fully committing now, heart beating hard in your chest. “You’re cute, Skip. I’ve always thought so.”

A tentative smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “Well I’ve always thought that you were stunning.”

On instinct, you lean forward and fix your head against his chest, just like all the couples on the dance floor are doing. His hand secures itself more firmly on your waist. The little world around you is something that you’ve only imagined a handful of times, and never for long – there’s hardly a private moment in the Army, and you’ve never allowed yourself to get your hopes up.

But experiencing the real thing . . . You pray that you won’t blink to wake up and find that it’s all been a dream.

“What do we do now?” You whisper.

He squeezes your hand. “Whatever you want. We can give it a shot.”

“God, yes.” His chest rumbles as he chuckles at your enthusiasm.

All too soon, the song ends. Couples all over the dance floor slowly come out of their amorous haze and applaud the band. You can feel Skip looking at you. You gaze back at him, not quite ready to break the spell that’s settled over the two of you.

There is a war going on. You don’t know where it will take you. But you’re a paratrooper, and risk taking is part of the job. No one can know for certain what will happen, or how long this new thing will last between you.

Looking into Skip’s eyes, though, you can see his answer: forever, if you’ll allow it.

And you will. Of course you will.

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