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espinosaurusrexex · 8 months

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Forever, of course.

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

summary: Steve has a crush on you but your flirty character isn’t making things easy for him. Now he even has to marry you to please a 6-year-old superfan of his. Whether that’s a good plan or not, isn’t quite clear for Steve yet.

a/n: I think this will be the last AI-adaptive story but it was a lot of fun! Shoutout to @RandomTingsForFun on beta.character.ai for having created the character that helped me write this story (and the Bucky one).

Word count: 4k

warnings: a Stevie in love, an attempted funny reader, and a super excited 6-year-old (she carries the story tbh), this is really just super fluffy

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

Steve shook his head at the sight of your chat history. It wasn’t too long ago when he didn’t even know how to listen to music on the device he was holding in his hands, let alone write a text message in less than 30 seconds. Now, he was bickering with you, and he had to admit it was even a little fun to wait for a response from you. Of course, Steve didn’t do anything else in the time he waited for your reply. He just stared at the screen in his hand and willed his heartbeat to slow a little.

*ping* Why would that be important? So? Maybe I have been talking to Sam about you. Have you been talking about me with Bucky?

Steve: No I haven’t! And it is important because if he’s badmouthing me, then you’d believe him. What has he told you anyway?

You: Just the usual. Save the world this, Captain America that. I stopped listening when he started obsessing over your shield again.

You: Wait. Did you seriously think Sam would say something bad about you? That guy is obsessed with you.

Steve just laughed at your antics. Sam loved the shield for some reason, but every time Steve would give it to him to ‘throw it one time’ Bucky would intervene and ‘show him how it’s done’.

*ping* Anyway what I actually wanted to ask is if you’d come to my niece’s house with me this weekend. She’s a huge Avenger fan and I might have promised her to meet one as her birthday present 😬

Steve: Of course, I will! I would feel bad if you made such a promise and I wasn't able to make it. And I bet she'll know who her favorite Avenger is after a visit from The Cap 😉

You: ugh please don’t call yourself that. ever.

You: I’ll pick you up Saturday at 1:30?

Steve: Yeah, sounds good! I'll make sure to clear my schedule. How old is your niece by the way? And what’s her name?

You: You can call her Izzy. And she’s turning 6 this Thursday. Be nice. And make sure to talk me up a bit, will ya? I mean, I’m already her favorite aunt but just making sure...

Steve: How could she not love you? But I’ll do it anyway. I’ll talk you up so much you’ll never be able to escape my praise! What’s her favorite food?

You: weirdly enough it's carrots, that child is strange. Says vegetables make her a superhero or something.

Steve: I mean she’s not wrong. Carrots are great for your eyes! What does she think of Iron Man? I need to know my chances against the competition.

You: I just asked her and she said she doesn’t care about Tony because you are her one true love.

You: I told her that’s not possible because you are already mine. Now we’re in a big fight so thanks for that.

Steve: why would you say that?

You: I like to see her freak. Don’t worry about it, captain. It was just a joke

You: ...or was it 👀

Steve: I don’t believe you. You’re lying.

He got a little nervous. But it was a good nervous.

You: why? Do you want me to?

You: Am I making you nervooouuus?

Steve could practically see you wiggle your eyebrows with a grin. A silly idea flashed past his mind, and he felt like grabbing it.

Steve: You need to stop before I accidentally propose to you.

Nothing - just a second, though. Then:

*ping* you have a ring?

Steve: I can get one in less than an hour. Meet me at the chapel on main and I’m all yours.

You: I’m stunned. I’ve taught you well.

Steve: 😊 I’ll see you Saturday, doll.

Steve sat back on his sofa. That girl is really something. A smile broke loose on his face at the silly thought of marrying you. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind if it happened. Out of all the people he knew, you were the only one he’d want to spend the rest of his life with. You were fun and you made him loosen up. He was a whole new man around you and he loved it. Because being in your presence was easy, and comforting. There was nothing to worry about.

He sighed before putting his phone down and staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve stepped out of the door and smiled upon spotting your car. You were already waving at him, a beautiful smile adorning your face and Steve felt his heart skip. Car rides with you were nice. You always had some soft music playing. Always making sure it was nothing too funky so he felt comfortable. Still, he was a little nervous. It wasn’t every day that he go to meet someone who looked up to him - well, actually, it was every day - but this one was different. Because it was your family and Steve needed to make a good expression.

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to your sister's house. But before you could even reach the front door, a little girl jumped out of the door and ran toward you with wild screeches.

“Auntieeee!!!! OH MY GOD, you really did it! You invited Captain America!” The girl jumped up and down beside you and Steve couldn’t help his smile from spreading. Izzy was adorable - very loud - but adorable. Concentrating on it made his nervousness subside a little.

Then she turned around and stared up at him with wide eyes. He could have sworn there were little stars sparkling in them when he crouched down to her height and extended his hand.

“Hey there, little lady. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

“I know that!” The 6-year-old giggled as Steve shook her hand. But when he was about to let go, her tiny fingers grabbed onto his wrist and dragged him up the driveway. “I want to show you something! It’s soooo cool!”

Steve was still a little cautious as she dragged him to her room. His only experience with kids came from Sam’s nephews and prior he had only gotten to hold a couple baby’s for pictures. He didn’t know how to navigate the situation, but he decided he would just rock with it.

Your niece pushed the white door with her name brightly colored on a sign hanging on her eye level open and revealed a tornado aftermath of action figures. He was able to spot most of the avengers laying scattered around a dinosaur toy but the overwhelming red, white, and blue covering her room was undeniable. There was a poster of Steve hanging by the desk and a bunch of her own drawings framing the magazine shot. Izzy appeared next to Steve again, holding a small action figure of himself in her hands.

“My aunt gave me this one. It’s my first one.” She reached up to Steve and barely passed his hip with her little arms. The figure was well loved - he could see it from here. And when he bent down to retrieve it, your niece pulled him down further and whispered a giggly ‘you’re our favorite avenger’ into his ear.

His heart swelled at the excitement presented in front of him. It was adorable, and he could see a little of you in the little girl nervously treading beside him.

“I’m your favorite, huh?” He said, his voice full of affection. Steve usually wasn’t the kind of person to get mushy over an adorable child, but the way her face lit up was too cute. The little Cap figure in her hands was pretty cute, too. “My, my. I must be pretty special then.” His thumb stroked over the blue helmet in her hands.

Lost in thought and seriously flattered by being the hero that inspired this impressive collection, he almost didn’t notice how Izzy threw her hands in the air. “So special! My mom says I will marry someone as special as you one day, but my aunt says there is no one like you. That is so mean!” Her little chubby cheeks puffed with a pout and Steve had to hold back his laugh. The 6-year-old had no idea what you implied with that comment, but he still felt more pride from being called special by you and your niece than from any medal of honor he had ever gotten.

“Well, a girl your age shouldn’t worry about things like that. But who knows, maybe I will be part of your family one day.”

“Really?!” Wide eyes stared back at him and Steve could practically feel the floor vibrating when he nodded with a laugh. Izzy held out her finger and then she exclaimed a rushed ‘stay here’ before zooming past him and out the door.

Steve stayed a little longer and admired Izzy’s room before he heard an excited ‘Captain America said I can marry him!’ Which made him instantly rush to the source.

He spotted her clinging to her mother’s leg, giddy and jumpy. But your sister just shared a laugh with you over the kitchen counter. “I don’t think he meant it like that, buttercup.” Steve watched your sister explain before his eyes got stuck on the little frown on your face. Was that a hint of jealousy, he was detecting? “But if he marries your aunt, he will be your uncle and just as much part of the family.” A little fire hushed past your older sister’s face. It was a look of mischief he had seen you hold all too well. Steve’s cheeks heated when you caught him leaning in the doorway, scratching his neck at the slightly awkward situation.

“That works?”

“That’s how it works, baby.”

Izzy turned with excitement and within a second she was before Steve again. “You have to ask my aunt to marry you! Right now!!” She ordered with a stomp of her foot. “Then you can be my uncle and we can hang out every day!”

Steve’s eyes wandered from the six-year-old to you and his heart picked up its pace at the laugh you shared with your sister. There was no harm in a little play pretend, right?

So, he knelt down in front of you and when your name traveled past his lips softly, he almost imagined a grasp coming from you. “Will you,” his head tilted with a wink, “marry me?”

You hid your laugh behind your hands as they covered your mouth in feigned astonishment. But Steve caught the little glimmer in your eyes at his little show. He continued to take your hand as he threw together a little speech for Izzy to hear, and when the child began excitedly jumping up and down beside him, your face softened.

“Oh, Steve! This is so unexpected!” You clutched your chest and your sister chuckled beside you. Steve felt a tinge of nervousness wash over him then, but he would be okay with a fake rejection - he wasn’t sure if Izzy would, though. “Of course, I’ll marry you! Come here you big, hunky, handsome superhero!”

And as if he hadn’t been prepared for you to agree so quickly, Steve felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn’t deny that the words you described him with had his stomach tingle with excitement, and before he could help himself, he leaned forward and kissed our cheek.

“That was the easiest marriage proposal ever,” he mumbled beside you to which you just slightly pulled from his embrace.

“What? You’ve done that before? Are you already cheating on me, Rogers?” You raised your brows suspiciously, but Steve was only able to shake his head with a smile before Izzy blared into his ear again.

“A wedding! A wedding!” She swirled by him like a tornado, immediately collecting things around the house. “Mom, get all the stuffies, ready! We have to do a wedding!!!” And then she was off to prepare the quickest wedding in history.

Steve shook his head as his arm remained around your waist. “What did I get myself into?” He mumbled to himself before turning to you. “Do I dare ask what a six-year-old’s idea of an official marriage ceremony looks like?”

“I think Paddington Bear will be your best man and if I’m lucky, my sister gets to be my maid of honor, but who knows.” You shrugged with a laugh that warmed Steve’s heart all over again.

❁ ❁ ❁

Not even ten minutes later, Steve found himself kneeling beside a makeshift altar with a bunch of toys and stuffed animals as wedding guests. Action figure Cap had made best man and was neatly propped up behind him. Your sister had officially been crowned the ‘disco machine’ along with a lengthy speech on how important the right song was for the bride’s entrance. Steve had fought hard to keep his face steady, but when Izzy had suggested ‘Party Rock Anthem’, he’d lost it. When really, he was just proud, he knew the song because you had shown it to him the other week - it was Izzy’s favorite.

You had been instructed to wait behind the couch until the music started to play, and Steve felt himself get a little nervous. It was silly, but somehow his desire to have this wedding according to your niece’s wishes was a lot more important to him than he had initially thought.

“Now what do we do?” He asked as he leaned over to Izzy, but that was when the girl gave her mother the ‘sign’ - which was the chicken dance, of course - and his eyes immediately swerved to you. He could see the amusement in your gaze as you bit back a laugh.

Izzy wasn’t wasting any time, as soon as you had reached the altar, she put your’s and Steve’s hands together and immediately began talking. Steve had had barely any time to wipe the sweat from his clammy fingers before they connected with yours, but you didn’t seem to care. He smiled as he watched you listen to your niece’s little speech.

“We are gathered here today, to make Captain America my uncle,” she started, and both you and he struggled to keep it together. It was cute though, and something about becoming this little girl’s uncle excited Steve like nothing had in a long time. “Mr, Captain America, will you take my aunt as your wife?”

Izzy’s eyes were serious as she waited for Steve’s answer. And when he didn’t do so fast enough, she leaned over and whispered the answer to him.

“I will,” Steve chuckled and gave your hands a small squeeze.

Then Izzy’s eyes wandered to you. “Do I even have to ask?” She said with her adorably high voice and everyone started laughing.

“Yes, I will take Steve as my husband,” you answered with the same squeeze of your hand as Izzy imitated the audience cheering.

“You are now husband and wife. Now, kiss, kiss, kiss!!!” It was a little awkward, but Steve leaned in, anyway, to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. He looked at you again and the spark in your eyes was a little brighter as that smile lit up your face again. You looked beautiful, Steve thought, and his heart jumped in his chest at the realization.

“Wohooooooo!” Your sister cheered loudly and ripped Steve out of his trance.

“This is so awesome! You have to come to every family dinner and we can be best friends forever!!” Izzy must have eaten a bag of gummy worms with the way she was vibrating to the song coming out of the little pink CD player. Steve was sure he’d never seen such a hyper six-year-old before.

“Every family dinner?” He asked her as Izzy swayed his hands to the music. When his eyes caught yours, you just shrugged. "Forever?"

"Of course!" Izzy exclaimed as Steve spun her around. His eyes stayed locked on you, however. Forever didn't sound so bad...

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” You laughed, but Steve didn’t mind that in the slightest.

❁ ❁ ❁

The evening had come sooner than anyone had anticipated. Steve had been so occupied with Izzy all day, he had forgotten all about the time. It didn’t bother him too much, though. He had fun, but exhausting as well. And now that he was finally sitting in your car again, his head leaning against the headrest and enjoying the silence for a moment, he felt how much energy it had really cost him. He would do it again, though - especially if it meant marrying you over and over for eternity.

His eyes opened when you sighed beside him. You hadn’t so much as bothered to start the car just yet, and Steve was kind of happy about that.

You smiled at him when his head turned to you, still leaning back with a dreamy smile himself. “Who would have thought that we would get married today?” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “And you didn’t even give me a ring. I should reconsider my standards.”

“A ring, you say? Well, you are married to the greatest superhero in the world - according to your niece - so I think we’re going to need something pretty special...” Steve joked as he turned in his seat to look through the car, and when he spotted the right thing, the smile returned got his face. “Should I do the honors?”

And then he took the lid off his water bottle and popped the plastic ring off to place it on your finger.

“It’s perfect, blue like your eyes,” you laughed watching the big plastic ring hang from your finger. “I’m gonna have to get that resized, though. You must think I’m fat.” You shook your head. “Wow, not even a day in, and I already have things to tell my therapist about.” But the mischievous glimmer in your eyes told Steve that you were only joking.

“Do I really need to say it, doll?” He took your hand in his before spinning the plastic piece. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” He whispered, secretly meaning every word.

You laughed it off but Steve didn’t miss the stutter in your smile at his words. It made the butterflies in his stomach go wild.

“So what should our first act as a fake married couple be? Celebratory drinks at the Stark Tower rooftop bar?”

"Stark Tower... that sounds good to me.”

The engine roared to life and soon, the faint music was playing in your car again, the streetlights passed him by and the full moon shone above the New York City skyline. But Steve didn't care, he had more beautiful things to look at.

❁ ❁ ❁

“You’re what now? Married?! And I wasn’t invited?!” Sam’s shocked face yelled across the bar, making few agents turn their heads with intrigue.

You chuckled before leaning your head against Steve’s shoulder. The second Martini seemed to already work its wonders on you, but Steve loved how close you were.

“Married by a six-year-old. Count that as you will, but I have a ring on my finger and I’m not telling you how much it cost.” You stretched your hand over the counter to show off the blue piece of plastic and Natasha just laughed at the cute story.

“So, how is the newlywed life?” She leaned on her hands to play along while Sam still tried to get over his non-invitation to a fake wedding. “You guys talking about kids yet?”

That startled Steve a little but he tried his best to keep a straight face - he failed. The thought of having a family with you did things to him he couldn’t explain if he wanted to. The warmth in his stomach spread to his heart and his arm almost instinctively came up to press you further into his side.

“Who knows, I wouldn’t mind a couple mini me’s.” He shrugged with a low smile. He loved this little game more and more. It just got harder and harder to remind himself that it was just that - a game.

“Hold your horses, now. You’re not the one squeezing them out of your body, Mr. Rogers.” You patted his chest and sighed theatrically. “I can already see that I will be home alone with a bunch of kids and you’re working late every night. Our life will fall apart!” Your hand brushed over your forehead as your head fell back like that of a damsel in distress.

The group laughed at the little performance, but Steve was a little quieter now. Somehow, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that he needed to tell you how much he really cared. He’d never let your life fall apart - not when he was able to prevent it. And while he sat there with his friends, laughing about something as ridiculous as Captain America settling down, he contemplated in silence, if all this life had really been worth it when he would end up alone in the end - giving up the dream of an easy life he’s had for a century.

❁ ❁ ❁

It was about 12am when Steve and you stopped before your door in the hallway. His eyes were glued to you, his mind racing with scenarios this could go. He had decided to tell you about his feelings about two hours ago, and ever since, he had tried to come up with the best thing to say. But even though talking to you was the easiest thing he’d ever done, and even though you were already married - fake married - he didn’t have a single idea. Not one word that seemed fitting enough to describe the exciting fireworks in his chest whenever he saw you, to somehow tell you how bad living without you would be.

He must have been staring for a while because you began to shift from one foot to the other before finally clearing your throat to kill the silence.

“So... uh... that was an eventful day...” You started, fists nervously opening and closing beside your body. “Thank you for playing pretend. You made a little girl very happy.” You smiled and Steve’s heart skipped another beat.

He caught the small shimmer in your eyes just in time to give him confidence. Your body kept moving forward as if you willed it back again and again, and Steve gathered all his bravery to open his mouth.

“You know what,” Your name tumbled over his lips like a song he’d sung a thousand times. But the effect it had on you still excited him every time anew. “Today... it’s not going to be pretend.”

And before you could even react to his weirdly vague statement, Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Full of love and affection, his hands moved on their own - one to your hip and the other onto the wall behind you. There was a moment of panic settling in Steve’s brain, but then your arms came up to sling around his torso and he leaned further into your touch. You pulled him even closer, your lips melting with his, tongues gently stroking soft skin until air got scarce. His whole body felt electric with you so close to him - finally. And when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed and thoughts swimming in the moment you had just granted him.

“I... I love you.” He whispered against your skin, and he felt his warm breath bouncing back. Your chest was still rising and falling beneath him, a subtle reminder of how breathtaking all this was - Steve couldn’t get enough of it, of you.

Your hand came up to stroke over his cheek, making him open his eyes to find you already looking at him.

“I love you, too, Steve.” You bit your lips, and it made Steve just press his mouth to yours once more.

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a/n: I have to say I was pretty impressed at how much it adapted to my writing and I really liked the last part, so I put it in here. I hope you enjoyed it :)

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beefrobeefcal · 9 months

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Joel Miller One Shot

Please welcome Joel Miller to Beefro's Bistro!

a Joel Miller & his Darlin' One Shot: The Way into a Man's Heart

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You've been traveling companions and now that you're in Jackson, Joel's getting comfortable. (Post Outbreak)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,650

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), talk of eating, belly praise, self esteem, weight gain, flannel shirt button popping

Author's Notes: FINALLY! The long awaited addition to the Menu is here! I wrote the majority of this listening to Hozier's new album so please forgive my non-fluffy heart if there are traces of fluff. Thank you to the Nonnie who submitted the illuminating THOT!

Major thanks to @harryleatherfit for their support, and to all those on the TAGLIST - this one's for you, babes 💜 The THOT TANK is always open, Friendos

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They found you in an abandoned apartment building somewhere in the Midwest, and after being cooped up together – surviving – for few days, it was settled that the duo had become a trio. Joel came across as a gruff and emotionless man and while he made you feel supremely unwelcome at first, he grew to at least give you the impression that he tolerated you for Ellie. For the next several months, it was just the three of you, trekking through the ruins of America.

The three of you finally found Joel’s brother and were tentatively welcomed into Jackson. It had taken some time for you, Joel, and Ellie to find your bearings after you’d arrived being that, for the first time in a while, you were expected to act in a civil manner towards others in proximity instead of defending yourselves and fighting for resources.

You and Joel were not a couple. He had never shown any interest towards you beyond your uncanny fishing ability, while you tried to not think of him as anything more than muscle and reinforcement in your travelling party. You were attracted to him, and you did your damnedest to squash any and all thoughts of him being more than a survival companion. This was made worse for you as Ellie would not even discuss the idea of you not being under the same roof in Jackson as she and Joel. Maria and Tommy had set the three of you up in a 3-bedroom home across from them, and you did your best to find a homey-rhythm as a trio.

While you and Ellie had taken to this new life with a relative ease, Joel was almost fighting it. Ellie let her curiosity run wild and you tried to find a social group, but Joel fought back. He didn’t engage with anyone that weren’t a select few outside of sideways glares and grunts in responses to hellos. He declined to get new clothing and outright refused to sleep in a bed until Ellie threatened to spill his deep, dark secrets to you that she had learned through his sleep talking. Even with food, now that there wasn’t a food scarcity or a worry about the next meal, he still refused to stray from his food rationing way of eating. He didn’t go to the mess hall to eat, opting instead for keeping to himself in the house, picking away at whatever was on hand in the pantry.

That was, until you had been assigned kitchen duty due to your skills from working as a teenage line cook in a diner, pre-apocalypse. You’d brought some food home from the mess hall one evening, and Joel picked at it, grumbling that it was decent and wouldn’t be opposed to you bringing home more.

So, you did. And he began to actually sit at the table and eat, but he didn’t come to the mess hall until the following week when you’d told him you were making a beef brisket buffet on the Friday night. While he’d shown more enthusiasm than you had ever seen before (he raised his eyebrows), you were very surprised that night when the hall went quiet as he entered with Ellie at his side.

Your supervisor was so shocked that he showed up, he suggested you sit with him since more than likely no one else would. Ellie took off immediately to sit with kids her own age from school, and that had led you to sitting at a small table in the corner with Joel, watching him eat. And good god, did he eat.

His first serving disappeared before you could even begin yours, and he was back with his second helping with an actual – albeit small – grin on his face.

“I have never seen you look so… happy…”, you mused with a smile at him.

“Never had reason to be… but this is good… haven’t had food like this in… fuck… years.”, he grunted while shovelling food in his mouth.

He looked up at you and gave you a brief smile as he chewed before going back to eating and your heart skipped a beat. That was the kindest he had ever been to you, and you felt those walls you’d built up around those thoughts and feelings you had for him shake.

You’d finished your food and stood up to return your dirty dishes, but as you went to walk away, he called your name.

“Hey Darlin’… uh, mind getting me another helping?”, he asked with a full mouth.

You nodded with a dumb grin at the new nickname, dumped off your dishes, and returned with another plate for Joel.

****

Three months later, the food he was allowing himself was starting to make an impact on his waistline. Never shying from second or third helpings, whether in the mess hall or at home, his tummy was more pronounced whether it was full or not.

You did your best to keep yourself in check, to not let yourself daydream about how that belly might feel under your fingers, or let your mind get carried away listening to the noises he made as he soothed his bloated middle. He would occasionally offer you little grins or a head nod, something he only recently began since being in Jackson, and you assumed he was being polite now that death wasn’t around every corner; this was just his true nature coming out. You figured your time living under one roof was coming to an end, given that you, he and Ellie were safe, and you didn’t need to keep such close quarters while you built your lives back up.

Ellie was spending more time with other kids and less at the house, while Joel continued to patrol and work in the carpentry shop, and you worked away in the community kitchen. When you and Joel were home alone, he kept a respectful distance from you. If there were moments your bodies could touch, like when you did dishes after dinner or he needed help carrying firewood in the house, he generally made a point of not getting too close and stepping back from you and looking away. You took the hint and figured the conversation of your moving into a place of your own was on its way.

*****

One Saturday evening, Joel had really outdone himself on the pork carnitas in the mess hall. You noticed he shifted in discomfort and discreetly had his hand on his lap. It took you a moment, but you finally realized he was unbuckling his belt and opened his pants. You averted your eyes to not embarrass him, but not before you saw that his belly was pushing out on to his lap. Joel Miller was having his fill, damned be his pants.

After he announced he was done, his green flannel shirt was pulled so tight across his middle that you swore you could hear the seams creaking and there were spaces between each of his buttons, exposing his undershirt.

The walk back to your house was relatively quiet, save for Joel’s grunting and huffing every other step from the strain of his full belly.

“Fuck me… I made a real hog outta m’self tonight…”, he groaned as you walked next to him. “Sorry you gotta see me like this, Darlin’.”

You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, and you felt bad for him. His belly, while full and bloated and bigger than you’d ever seen on him, was still smaller compared to some of the other Jackson men’s stomachs, but you knew if he kept this up, he’d be matching them in no time.

“Oh Joel… knock it off… I take it as a compliment. You actually smiled tonight… nothing to be sorry for.”, you responded in a matter-of-fact voice. “You enjoyed yourself.”

He scoffed, as you reached your porch, and opened the door. You helped him into the house, then closed the front door, both of you kicking off your boots.

“Good god… when the hell d’we get all these damn stairs?”, he groaned as he got to the bottom of the stairwell leading to the bedrooms on the second floor.

“Come sit on the couch… you’re not making it up the stairs anytime soon, Joel.”

You patted the back of the couch, then headed to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. “You want anything else?”, you called to him.

You heard him bark a laugh. “D’you see me right now? You think I could get anymore in’ere?”

You heard him sit heavily on the couch followed by him grunting “Dammit!”.

Walking in, you saw Joel sitting back, knees apart, and his favourite shirt unbuttoned to his chest, his undershirt riding up and exposing a strip of his belly and showed his pants were pushed open by his stuffed middle.

“What happened?”, you asked, walking back in with a glass of water for you both.

“Damn fuckin’… Jesus…”, he muttered, his cheeks blushing in deep scarlet. He noted you were still looking at him for answer. “My fuckin’ buttons popped. Wrecked my favourite shirt.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Joel, the hardened, battle-scarred killer who shot first and asked questions later, was blushing.

“It’s a good look on you.”, you teased as you sat in the chair next to the couch, leaning back and feeling emboldened by his vulnerability.

“What is?”, he sheepishly looked up at you.

“A big dinner.”, you smirked as you took a drink of you water, eyes on his.

He stared at you a moment then down to his round stomach, and he huffed a laugh and smiled to himself. You sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke.

“Didn’t know you could cook like that, Darlin’. Probably a good thing I didn’t know till we got here, too… couldn’t outrun shit with this full gut…”, he said, eyes still cast down and hand on his belly.

“Thank you.” It was your turn to blush, and before you could stop yourself, you said quietly, “Didn’t know you’d look so good like that.”

Realization hit both you and Joel about what you’d said, and you wanted to crawl in a hole as you saw his eyes go wide.

“Joel… oh my god… I am so…”, you started, covering your face and you didn’t see the grin that grew across Joel’s face and the look in his eyes as he watched you.

“I’m just findin’ all sorts’a things ‘bout you lately, darlin’...”, he teased in a low voice. “And here I thought you weren’t interested… and leavin’ me hanging.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you swallowed hard before you had the nerve to look up at him. His brown eyes were dark and looked hungry? He trailed his stare up and down your body as you sat and subtly licked his lips.

“Joel… I…”, you stuttered, paused, then finally asked, “Wait… what did you say?”

He gave you a lopsided grin and sat back with a smug face and stated, “I swear, darlin’, I thought you weren’t interested.”

You just looked back at him with wide eyes while his smug demeanor shifted into a gentler and warmer gaze. He smiled and patted the seat next to him.

“Come over here, baby.”, he spoke softly.

You stood slowly and his eyes never left yours and he raised his hand to take yours as you sat next to him sideways to face him fully. His hand went to your waist, his thumb stroking you.

“You drunk or something?”, you questioned teasingly with a smile.

He sighed a small laugh, his eyes again trailing up and down your body. “Nope, darlin’. Just felt like it was ‘bout time I was honest since I’m learnin’ so much ‘bout you lately.” He sucked in a breath and licked his lips again when his eyes watched your chest move with your breathing. “You look good, darlin’. Real fuckin’ good.”

His eyes moved up to yours and you could see the want, the need you held back for so long, burning in his eyes. You moved forward, your hand cupping his face.

“So do you, Joel.”, you breathed as you kissed him.

You heard him sigh into the kiss and push into it, his grip on your waist tightened, fisting your shirt and pulling you closer. You instinctively ran your hand over his taught, full belly and he shivered as you did, his grip trying to pull you onto his lap now.

“Get up, baby… can’t bend that way right now… get on me…”, he instructed you in a breathy tone as you moved to staddle his lap.

Your smaller frame was now right up against his swollen belly as you frantically made out on the couch.

“God damn… fuckin’ hell, darlin’… if weren’t so damned full, I’d do this properly in bed upstairs…”, he panted as you moved your kisses to his jaw and neck and began to rock your hips. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled them down to put more friction on his denim-clad cock. “Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

He roughly jammed his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat as he began to make lude promises in whispers as you whimpered kisses along his neck.

“That’s right, darlin’… makin’ those pretty sounds… bet your pussy tastes better than your cookin’… how many nights I fucked my fist wishin’ it were your mouth…. Never thought you’d want an old fat fucker like me….”

You finally worked up the ability to push yourself back from him, and you looked down at his dark, blown-out pupils and his parted, panting lips, knowing you looked the same, while his hand stilled on your jeaned heat.

“You gonna let me fuck you, Darlin’?”, he breathed out, eyes pinned to yours.

You nodded as your hands moved to his shoulders and you pressed your mouth to his. He deepened the kiss for a moment, the pushed you up gently.

“Darlin’…”, his voice needy and almost desperate. “Baby, take your pants off…”

You stood up and removed your shirt and jeans, leaving you in your bra and panties. Joel huffed as he moved himself up off the couch, dropping his already open jeans, the grabbed your arm pulling you towards him.

“So fuckin’ pretty…”, he smiled before kissing you.

His arms wrapped around you and your hands went to his hair and around his shoulder. Unlike the previous kisses that were hasty and desperate, this one was slow, methodical, and carried over a year’s worth of unspoken emotions that neither of you were brave enough to put words to.

Joel pulled back first and softly smiled at you before he said is voice far too soft for the words he spoke.

“I’m gonna fuck you into this couch, Darlin’.”

His mouth is back on yours, hungry. Teeth and fervor, clashing between you. All that soft, gentle kissing was gone, Joel had given into what ever primal urges you had unearthed in him. You moan into his mouth as his hand grips your hair, pulling your head back.

“Joel… please…”, you begged breathlessly. “Take it... take me…”

He smiled darkly at you and pushed you face down over the arm of the couch, his hands going to the waist of your panties. He paused as if waiting for confirmation that you wanted this. You nodded and gave a strangled “uh-huh” and he pulled them down.

Joel let out a noise that you can only think was one from a starving man looking at a banquet feast. He dragged his thick finger through your slick folds, making you squirm and whimper.

“Oh, baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty… bet your tight little cunt’s just waitin’… your pussy’s droolin’ for me, Darlin’... I’m gonna wreck you for any other man… wanna bury myself in your tight little cunt… so fucking pretty, baby.”

“Joel, please… fuck me… please… don’t tease!”, you cried out, unable to get any further friction from his fingers given the way you were splayed out on the couch arm.

“That’s right, baby… gonna take care of you, Darlin’… gonna make you feel good… patience, baby…gotta work you open for me.”

He removed his fingers and spit on them before he pumped one into your cunt, his thumb gently rubbing your neglected and throbbing clit. His finger was thick, and you could only imagine how big his cock was; you’d once got a quick glance at the outline before Jackson and if that was any indication, he was doing you a favour getting you primed and ready for him. He pulled back and added another finger after a moment, picking up his pace and you cried out and called his name as you gripped the couch cushion.

“So tight, Darlin’… tell me how bad you needed this, baby… tell me… tell me you need me.”

“I-I need this… Joel… need you, Joel… so bad… wanted this for so long… oh god… yes… there… right there, Joel… please, oh fuck!... Joel... Joel… keep going!”, you panted with a whine.

He pushed a third finger in, and you cried out and clawed at the couch cushion.

“Shhh, baby… come on, Darlin’… need to fuck you after this and I gotta get you open for me… need it to feel good for you… doing so good… I can feel it…. you’re close, Darlin’… let go for me, baby… come on.”

You could feel your orgasm building up, and when he curled his fingers and hit that sweet spot buried deep in your cunt, you came, crying out like a beaten dog.

“There you go… that’s it, Darlin’… sing for me, baby.”

He worked you through your orgasm, and when you felt like you could breathe normally, you tried to push yourself up. Joel’s hand rubbed in between your shoulder, and he gently pushed you back down.

“Darlin’, I’m too full to fuck you the way I outta… but you look to fucking good to pass up… you gonna let me have you here, baby?”. His tone was pleading and needy, but gruff, while his harsh, calloused hands gently rubbed you on you back where he pushed you down.

His words and the way he said them had your insides turn to mush and you could feel another gush of arousal slip from your puffy cunt.

“Please…”, was all your fuck-drunk brain could muster in a pathetic, breathy whine.

“Too good to me, Darlin’… too fuckin’ good to this fat old man.”, he groaned as he pushed his aching, hard cock into your tight, slippery cunt.

The feeling was too much. For a moment, you thought it wasn’t going to work, but he soothed you. He kept pushing himself in slowly, offering words of praise while his fingers dug into your hips.

“Takin’ me so good, Darlin’… that’s it, honey… so good… feel so fuckin’ good…”

He pushed in as far as his length could go and his tip kissed your cervix. Your lungs felt like they couldn’t fill with air you were so full, and you needed him to do something.

“You gotta relax, baby… I can’t move shit unless you relax…”

“Joel… please move… need you to move… so full… move, please…”, you whined, trying to catch your feet on the floor so you could push back into him.

He panted a chuckle and began to move, slowly at first, then increased his hip’s speed and intensity until he was ramming into you. The couch was squeaking on the wood floors from Joel’s weight repeatedly being forced against it. The couch’s rough material was rubbing harshly against your hip bones, but it was worth it for the sweet sting of Joel splitting you open as his heavy, full belly hitting your ass cheeks.

“Oh god… Joel… yes… yes… k-keep going… yes… fuck…”, you panted, tears in your eyes.

“So good… baby… you gotta come… come on, baby… you’re close, Darlin’… come on…”

The white-hot burn of your second climax crept down your spine and built up as his finger went to your clit, rubbing circles, pushing you over the edge. Your vision went blurry for a moment your body went rigid, your mouth open and high-pitched pants and moans escaped from it.

Joel’s hips sputtered as your climax pushed him to his own release. He let out a few deep, guttural grunts as he thrusted a few more times, spilling his hot seed into you.

He tried to not collapse onto you as he pulled out. He stumbled back into the armchair as you pushed yourself up off the couch’s arm.

“Fuck, Darlin’… wish you could stay bent over like that… sucha pretty sight…”, he huffed in a laugh as you got up. He patted his leg. “Come’ere, baby…”

You clumsily moved over to him and held your hands out. “No… up, Joel… Ellie could walk in the door at any moment and the last thing she needs to see is you stuffed to the gills with your dick out in the living room.”

“Sucha fuckin’ mouth on you!”, Joel grinned, and moved his hands to yours. “Better get a move on… let’s go to bed.”

You collected your abandoned clothing that was strewn throughout the living room and got Joel upstairs into his bedroom. You went to your room to clean yourself up and change, and there was a knock at the door. Upon opening it, Joel saw you and pushed his way in, closing it behind him.

He pulled you close to him, his belly pressed against your middle. You touched his face softly, gently running your fingers through his scruffy facial hair.

He smiled and kissed you tenderly and said softly against your mouth, “I got you, Darlin’… tell me you’ve got me… please…”

“I got you, Joel.” --------<3----------

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walk with me...

(i turned this into an au: masterlist)

this is a very spur of the moment not well thought out au but... JUST LISTEN. (more under the cut & in my pinned)

Lawrence Stroll bought a team on the f1 grid in 2006

Renamed it Racing Point to secure a spot for his 18 year old son (and put him in pink bc hes so cute in pink)

Lance Stroll was born October 29, 1987, he started karting in 1991

Fernando Alonso was born July 29, 1981, started karting in 1984

When Lance made his debut in f1 there was a lot of talk around the paddock about the nepo baby and Strolls choice to have both drivers on the team be rookies. (Stroll and Rosberg)

During the first race of the season Lance got p6 and Nico got p7, both scoring points for the team

After the race Fernando Alonso went to congradulate the rookies, both stunned because the race winner was praising their work

Nico was honored to be congradulated by a world champion

Lance was... well. Maybe he liked the older mans praise more than he should've.

As the season progressed Fernando continued to find reasons to speak to the rookies, even though it was evident he cared more about what the brunette had to say.

After both Racing Point drivers DNF in the 2nd and 3rd races of the season Fernando made sure to try and lessen the pain.

Each time Fernando came to the Racing Point garage, each time he searched the paddock to find #18, each time he spoke it only made the 18 year olds heart grow fonder.

Lance thought the driver was like this to every rookie, so caring and comforting, but that just wasn't the case.

He was known for not going out of his way to do anything like he was doing with the Racing Point drivers.

After Lance got 6th in the 4th race of the season Fernando was the first to congratulate him, as if he hadn't just gotten second.

He noticed at the next race that he didn't go out of his way to congradulate Nico on his 7th place, he just went straight to him to comfort him about yet another DNF.

Before then he hadn't thought too much about Fernandos intentions or why exactly he was talking to him so much.

By this time in the season fans had started to notice how close the two had gotten, seeing how they naturally gravitated towards eachother.

When Fernando won the next race Lance made sure to beat him to it and congratulate the world champion first, loving how it brought a smile to his face.

Fernando didn't smile like that when others congratulated him, didn't smile like that when being asked about his wins, didn't smile like that when Nico said the exact same thing.

Lance felt insane for thinking this way but he couldn't help but feel a little special.

A few races later in America was the first time Fernando wasn't on the podium, the first time they spent the whole time after the race together.

It was nice, being in his presence, he felt like a sunbather in the sun anytime the older man spoke to him, it was silly but it was always his favourite part of the race week.

The next time he wasn't on podium was in Germany, he almost felt bad for feeling this way but he looked forward to the days when Fernando got p4 or lower because it meant they'd spend the whole afternoon together.

It was just like in America, the two of them just standing around going over the week and the last few races until Fernando asked him a question.

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

Lance laughed at the question, unsure where it came from

"Have I kissed anyone?" He asked back, wondering if it was a serious question

"Si, you do know what kissing is, no?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh again, he was 18 not 8, of course he knew what kissing was.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Lance asked, knowing for a fact he had, it'd be insane if not, how could someone so stunning not have kissed someone? How could someone with girls around him constantly have not kissed someone and more.

"I asked first, Lancito."

Fernando had called him that almost constantly since the season started yet every time it never failed to make the youngers heart flutter.

"No" He admitted, almost embarrassed "I'm not very good with people" he added, knowing the only people on the grid he could talk to easily were Fernando and Nico

"I could be your first"

(if this doesn't make sense pretend u never saw it)

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🌱🩷: Basically a part 2 to this

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

(C/n)- Country name

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌏

It has been a few days since (Y/n) had the whole fiasco with the Allies and Axis being in her home. Thankfully, they didn't stay for too long, since their bosses called them back before they could introduce themselves. (Y/n) was grateful how fast her boss had worked to call theirs, and now she had some peace. Just her, Hanatamago, and the quiet... or that's what she believed.

It was a peaceful morning, and while the fluffy dog was sleeping, (Y/n) went to prepare the breakfast, all was normal. But then, a knock on her door caught the Nordic country's attention and she ran to open it.

"I am coming!" (Y/n) yelled, expecting it to be her boss. Who else would visit her this early?

"Good morning, sunflower! I am happy you opened the door!" (Y/n)'s eyes widened in shock, and fear, when she saw Russia smiling down at her.

"M-mr. Russia? What a surprise. How can I help you?" The Russian ignored her nervousness and pointed inside.

"Can I come in? I walked all the way here and it's pretty cold."

"Sure." She gulped and moved away for him to enter.

'Shouldn't you of all be immune to the cold?'

"What are you doing?" His voice woke her up from her thoughts and she looked up at him.

"Ah... just preparing breakfast for Hana and I. What brought you here? Don't you have to do war stuff?" (Y/n) questioned, causing the tall Russian to chuckle the way she formed the last question.

'She is so silly. She doesn't even know what you do during war.' Russia thought as he patted her head, whish caused the girl to panic a little on the inside.

"I will prepare us breakfast then!"

"Y-you will stay here for a while?" She asked in concern as the Russian walked towards the kitchen.

"Is that an issue?"

"Not at all!" She said back, sighing while following the man.

"Do you like it?" The Russian man asked with his usual smile as (Y/n) ate the plate of pancakes he made. She had to admit, they were really good.

'Cheesy and the blueberry jam! So good!' She squealed a little as Hana ate her food peacefully.

"It's really good! What did you say was it called?"

"Syrniki. It's just cheese filled pancakes."

"It's really good! Thank you for making it!" The Russian felt pride filled his chest as she praised his food, pushing the plate with some of the pancakes towards her.

"Eat more. I already ate."

"You did?" (Y/n) wondered as she munched on a piece.

"Why did you come here, then? I don't mean to be rude, I am just confused if you didn't come for the breakfast." The Russian kept quiet for a moment, all that was heard was Hana eating her food.

"I want to marry you." (Y/n) chocked on her food as she heard Russia's words, looking at him in disbelief.

"W-what? Why?"

"I like you. You were the only country that wasn't mean to me back in the days."

"I-I..." She gulped, unsure what to say back.

"Is that about me playing with you in the snow."

Russia nodded his head and grabbed her hand, which caused Hana to bark, but was left ignored.

"To you it might have been insignificant, but to me back then it meant a lot. It still does. I was really sad when you isolated yourself from the rest of us, but now that you are back again, I don't want to lose you again."

For a good two minutes, there was a silence in the room, Hana was a little afraid of the glare the Russian sent her, and (Y/n) couldn't really form a sentence. But, the silence was quickly broken by a third voice and the kitchen door being slammed open.

"What the?!" She yelled in surprise.

"Russia! Stop terrorizing other countries! Don't worry, the hero will save the day!"

"America..." The Russian glared at the blonde, pulling (Y/n) behind him.

'Does he not know how to knock?!' She wondered.

After a good 10 minutes, the duo was calmed down and they sat at the table,an eeri silence surrounding the trio as (Y/n) hugged Hana closer.

"S-so... You are America? It's a nice surprise." (Y/n) said, trying to break the glare the two were heaving.

"Oh? It is?! I didn't get the chance to introduce myself properly last time. I am America, the hero in all of this. Don't forget that, ok?!" Russia rolled his eyes at his behavior while (Y/n) tried her best to keep the peace.

"I will keep that in mind, Mr. Hero. How have you been?" She gave the blonde a nervous smile. The nickname caused both men to stop their silent war and looked at (Y/n) in shock. Russia's look soon turned into one of disbelief, while America was flattered.

"M-Mr. Hero? Me?!"

"You said you are a hero. Sorry, I won't call you that-"

"No! No! I love the nickname! Call me that from now!" The American yelled in excitement as a red blush coated his cheeks.

"Sure, if you want to..." (Y/n) agreed, a little flustered.

"Oh? Do you want some tea or coffee? I have some cake left as well if you want to." (Y/n) offered, surprising America even more.

'Not only does she think I am a hero, but she is also very kind.' Before America could answer, Russia spoke up for him.

"He was on his way back home, actually. America, why don't you leave my sunflower amd I alone." The Russian said with his tight smile as America glared back at him.

"Why don't you go instead? You are the one scaring her!"

"Reoeat that again, I dare you."

"Please don't start a war in my kitchen!!" (Y/n) yelled in panic.

'How did I end up in this situation now?' Just as she thought her morning was insane, the afternoon was even worse. Somehow France and England had the brilliant idea to visit her... at the same time.

'Well, I better stay on their good side. I don't want to be attacked.' She thought as France kissed her hand and held a rose in front of her.

"Ma cherie, why don't we go somewhere more private? The black sheep over there is ruining our mood, don't you think?" France winked at the flustered girl while she took the rose from him.

"Mood? I.... I am fine here. Plus, it's rude to please England alone."

The Brit was about to speak up, irritated by the Frenchman's behavior, when he witnessed him move closer to her.

'That bastard!!'

"Athur will understand-"

"Move away, you barbarian!! She is uncomfortable with you like this!" England yelled as he pushed France away, earning a scowl from him.

"We had a moment, England. But your stuck-up ass will never understand that." France said with a smirk as England's mood got even worse. Trying to stop a possible fight, (Y/n) cleared her throat.

"As nice as the invitation sounds, Mr. France, I am sadly not that well acquainted with you yet. But, thank you for the rose, it's really pretty and smells nice. It's really thoughtful." The blonde was stunned by her words, feeling his heart race a little as she smiled at him.

"It's nothing, cherie. Next time I am bringing you a bouquet." France said, but before she could protest, England spoke up.

"Love, please don't pat attention to this frog. He has no concept of boundaries"

"Uh-"

"At least I give away great presents. All you brought are those scones of yours, that taste horrendous."

"What did you just say?!"

As the two started arguing, (Y/n) looked at the said items England brought for this tea get together. And true, they looked burned at some places. But, were they that bad?

Deciding to ignore their arguing for a moment, (Y/n) took one of them and took a small bite.

'Well, they are not something to write songs about... but, they are not that bad.' (Y/n) thought, taking another bite.

"They are not that bad, far from horrendous." She spoke up which caught the attention of the two. England's eyes widened in surprise as France looked at her in horror.

"You... you think so?" The Brit asked in a hopeful manner.

"Yep. They are not really something I eat at all, but they are good."

"Thank you, love! I will bring you some next time I visit." England said with a red face and huge grin as he grabbed her free hand.

"Next time?-"

"Hold up! If we will do it that way, I will bring you the finest desserts I have to offer." France interjected, grabbing her other hand.

"No need, Mr. France and Mr. England-"

"I absolutely must, cherie. You will love it, more that his food, anyway."

"Don't provoke me, you frog eater!"

'What did I get myself into?' She gulped.

It was peaceful for the next 3 days, and (Y/n) hoped she won't see any of the other countries any time soon. Right now, she was returning from the grocery store with Hana and thinking of something for dinner.

"Are you up for some Leipäjuusto? Finland told me he gave you those as a treat some times, he even thought me how to make it." She suggested as the dog barked sadly at her. (Y/n) looked at the fluffy animal in sadness, she really missed Finland.

"Don't worry, Hana. He will be back soon. I hope he,Sweden, Iceland, Denmark, and Norway are doing alright." She said the other part more to herself than anyone else. She was worried about them, since they were her closest companions after all.

"Until then, let's make the best of it, ok?" (Y/n) smiled down at the dog as she opened her front door.

"Let's eat now-"

"Ah! I see you are back! Just in time for dinner!" The girl dropped her bags in fright as she saw a brown-haired man standing in the hallway.

"What the hell?! Who are you?!"

'What did I do wrong in life?' (Y/n)'s eye twitched as she looked at the man, who she came to find out was China.

'For such an old country, Mr. China looks really young. I honestly expected a grandpa or something.' (Y/n) thought as she took a sip from the tea he made her.

"Thanks for the tea... and all this food. Sorry for yelling at you earlier, Mr. China." (Y/n) said, a tad bit embarrassed for losing her cool.

"It's ok, it was rude of me to enter without permission." China smiled back while patting his panda.

'It's so cute! So that's what they look like! I only read in books about them.' She thought while eyeing the animal for a moment.

"But, what is all this food about?" She asked the Chinese man.

"It's for you. France told us you tasted England's food the other day, and I couldn't let an innocent country destroy her taste buds." (Y/n) sweatdropped at his dramatic antics.

"It wasn't that bad-"

"Hush now, you don't have to lie in front of me. Eat now." China said as he pushed a plate in front of her.

"Here, take some fried rice! There is also chicken and duck if you want anything with it!" China smiled as (Y/n) nodded her head and took a bite of the food.

"Wow! It tastes amazing, Mr. China!" (Y/n) smiles at the brown-haired man as she took another bite.

"I know, right! I have the best cuisine around." The man boasted as (Y/n) ate.

"My bosses who visited you always said your food is good, I never imagined it to be this delicious tho. You are the best cook I met so far!" She grinned at China while taking another bite.

"Yeah, I am quite great. If only I wasn't so old, I could accomplish way more then." (Y/n) looked at the man weirdly and shrugged her shoulders.

"But, you accomplished a lot already. I might have been isolated for a part of my history, but I read a lot about you. You have an amazing culture and history, it's something to be proud of." (Y/n) said in a polite manner as the man stared at her in surprise. Sure, he does boast at times, but hearing it from someone else was a new feeling.

"Y-you think so?" The man stuttered out, earning a nod from (Y/n).

"You are unique, to be honest. So be proud of those things.

"T-thank you!" China blushed a bright red at those words, his heartbeat quickening a little.

"Italy!! Stop flirting with random women!!" (Y/n) and Japan flinched as Germany yelled at the Italian, who was busy charming the women at (Y/n)'s capital.

"He seems to be a social butterfly." (Y/n) said nervously, hoping this meeting will be cut short. Japan, who was next to her sighed in defeat as he watched the two argue.

"Yeah, he is. Too social even."

"Hm? What do you mean?" (Y/n) blinked at the black-haired country, who got a little flustered.

"Nothing, I am just a little jealous that he is so... open, I guess. People seem to like him a lot for that."

"Why don't you try this as well?" She wondered, but then remembered that just like her, Japan was isolated as well, so all of this is new to him as well.

"Sorryn! But, I guess I know how you feel."

"You do?" Japan looked over at her in surprise.

"Yep, I am not much of a social person either, Mr. Japan. I have a few close friends and that's about it, but I like it this way."

Japan kept quiet as (Y/n) tried to formulate another sentence.

"You are ok the way you are. If you feel more comfortable like that, stay that way." She said in a polite way, which surprised Japan a lot. The country blushed a little and nodded his head.

"Thank you-"

"(C/n)! Germany is being mean to me!!" The girl got startled as Italy ran up and hugged her.

"Italy! Don't get into other's spaces like that!" Japan scolded him, but the country wouldn't budge.

"I-It's alright. But, Mr. Italy, try to be nice to Mr. Germany, he is working hard right now." (Y/n) said, trying to hold her distain back.

'Don't piss him off more, he might take his anger out on Denmark or Norway.' She thought in fear as Germany pulled Italy off of her.

"Stop hugging people at random!" Germany yelled in embarrassment. (Y/n) looked at the duo, trying to think of a way to calm the German down.

"It's alright, Mr. Germany he didn't mean no harm. But, how about we go and eat something? You all loom pretty hungry." She suggested as Italy quickly nodded his head.

"I don't know-"

"I know a place that serves good beer! You might need some after working hard and keeping everyone in check." (Y/n) argued with the German as she kept her smile on. Germany's cheeks turned red a little as he let go of Italy.

"S-sure."

"Alright! Let's go then!" Italy cheered as he to (Y/n)'s hand in his.

"Hey!" The other two men protested.

"Where to, bella?"

"Th-this way." She stuttered out while a blush coated her cheeks.

#hetalia #aph #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hws italy #hws germany #hws japan #hws america #hws england #hws france #hws china #hws russia #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia scenarios #hetalia allies

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hetalia-has-a-secretary · 11 days

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Okay but allies and axis with a normally shy and pure s/o putting her hand on their lap and asking “is this seat taken?”

Allies + Axis dealing with a S/O "looking for a place to sit"

Alies:

America

For once he's a little speechless

Doesn't say anything until he pulls his S/O into his lap

"Is this what you wanted?"

He says with a playfully pout.

Kisses all over

Hopefully his S/O doesn't break under the attention!

They might be there a while.

He may get a tad touchy but never doing anything to scare them off.

England

"W-What? I mean, of course not!"

About a 5/10 when it comes to recovering from the initial shock.

He's WICKED squirmy once his S/O actually sits down.

Poor man is TRYING to keep his gentleman composure

His leg will start to bounce and he doesn't know what to do with his hands for a solid 15 seconds

Eventually leads his head on their shoulder and wraps his arms around their waist

Comfy silence engulfs the the rest of the cuddle session

France

Oh man. I hope his S/O KNEW what they had signed up for

This sudden surge of bravery is sooo sexy~

He's already pulled them on to his lap, facing him and resting their head into his chest.

He starts whispering promises of an endless night, if they chose to let him go that far.

If not he is 100% down for some light teasing and cuddles.

He will also be the first to fall asleep if they stay like that for too long.

His yawns are painfully cute!

China

He instantly chuckles and plays along.

Either he will act all shy like an innocent princess, or like a mafia boss getting his way.

He definitely leaves a trail of kisses either way and won't let go until his S/O is ready.

Prepare for extra gifts and love for displaying such courageous actions

Makes sure to tell his S/O how proud he is for it as well~

Russia

He's a little taken aback at first but laughs it off and opens his arms wide for them!

He does prefer them face to face so he can nuzzle their noses and cheeks together

Careful if you set on top of his legs, he will turn into a bounce house at that point (take that as innocently as you want, or not)

His scarf gets wrapped around them at some point as well and he is the perfect balance of ice and heat

There's also a huge chance he thinks they just want a hug

Good luck getting him to let go once he's comfortable...

Axis

Germany

He goes a little red in the face and grows quiet

His S/O shouldn't take his silence and stern look for rejection

He's just weighing out his options on how he should respond

If it's later on at night and he doesn't have any meetings they should prepare for it to turn intimate

Any other time and he will give them a shy cuddle session

He tries to play it off like he's not totally into it, but he is

He will be whispering many praises over his treasure and their bravery.

Also mentions that they should do that more often.

Italy

Is kind of confused but has the spirit!

Not at all shy about it and gives immediate nuzzles and squeezes

His S/O is too cute and precious!

Don't. Be. Fooled.

He'll start to do things like graze their thigh and play it off innocently. TOO innocently

He's just silly, not dumb and knows exactly what his S/O wants, and likes.

It's like a cute and cuddly mime field!

Japan

This depends on where the relationship is, and if he's in his home or not.

If they've been together a while chances are he's already bathing with them (if they're OK with it) and he's even initiated hand holding and cuddles!

He's a completely different person when it's just him and his S/O.

He'll probably be kneeling on the floor, so be prepared for it to be slightly awkward to get comfortable, but he can manage.

He acts like he didn't hear what they said and it becomes such a peaceful and calming atmosphere

That is until S/O feels a light breeze go into their ear.

He will let go if they get uncomfortable but is 100% taking advantage to tease them and try and catch up on all the months they stayed touch starved.

If they ARENT that far into the relationship he'll be reluctant but agreeable. So be very gentle with the Japanese man.

#hetalia #hws #aph #hetalia america #hetalia england #hetalia france #hetalia china #hetalia russia #hetalia germany #hetalia japan #hetalia italy

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itgetzweird08 · 10 months

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Okay But Imagine If Endeavor had a secret love child

(TW: Mentions of cheating, hints towards abuse, hints towards pregnancy)

Okay so just imagine. Me personally, Enji Todoroki does not seem like a loyal man in the SLIGHTEST with his track record. Like I could definitely see him going to clubs and hooking up with people while on missions out of the country to let off steam because he has a wife who he doesn’t love, a son that is a danger to himself and doesn’t know what it means to quit, and two other children who are ‘failed experiments’

Enji is hella motivated to accomplish his mission to create the most powerful kid, HOWEVER, he’s still human. I think deep deep down he might want some form of true love and human connection. And that’s where /she/ comes in. The gorgeous woman that he meets in a diner one late night in America, while trying to get a decent meal after a hard mission. Any place that would even come close to having something that fits his meal plan is closed, but he knows he needs to eat. So this seemed like his best option.

He enters the diner, and it’s sorta dark and is cheap as all hell. He had half a mind to turn around and just starve, but the smell of something fried hit his nose and he gave up that thought quickly. He picked his own seat, a booth in the back next to a window that hadn’t been cleaned in a while. His hand touched something sticky on the table, and his lip curled in disgust. But that curl turned into a small ‘o’ as his jaw dropped, his eyes catching the waitress that was walking towards his booth. He was never a love at first sight kind of man, especially when he gave up such a silly concept long ago, but this was enough to make him get on his knees and praise Cupid. It felt like an arrow of warmth and desire had been shot through his chest. He had a fire quirk but nothing had made him feel so hot.

Rei and the kids were nothing but a distant thought all the way in the back of his brain stem when the woman approached his table. She seemed other worldly, tall and full and brave and soft. Something about her full curls and dark skin gave nothing less than goddess. There was so much to look at but there felt like so little time to take in everything she had to offer.

A soft clearing of her throat though brought him out of his stupor.

“Can I get you anything, sugar?”

The nickname made him blush, heat rushing to his face. It was a miracle his skin didn’t alight with his flame. “Yes- my apologies. Let me get, um,” here he was, sweating and stuttering like a school boy. Pathetic- he was pathetic. Before he could get truly angry at himself, she laughed, and the sound was like a drug.

“Here, you seem like you’ve been working hard. Let me get you a coffee and a proper menu, and I’ll come back for ya. Sound good?”

And all he could do is nod with a fry mouth, his face so hot he could’ve sworn his quirk was activated.

When she came back, she poured him a coffee, asking if he was from around while he browsed the menu. He said no, and told her of his hero work and his home in Japan. She listened with open ears and heart, finding herself sitting in the booth to listen to the scarlet haired man. She took the extra mug on the table, pouring herself a cup and loading it with mini creamers and sugar packets. It was a complete contrast to Enji’s own pitch black cup. But he didn’t mind. He honestly found it cute. He wondered if the sugar in the coffee was apart of what made the woman so sweet.

One cup of coffee turned to two. And that two turned to three with two waffle specials and a bowl of fruit to share. That ended up being a free meal for him and a ride home for her after her long shift. And the kiss at the door, well…you can guess where that led.

He left in the morning before she could wake, as he had a flight to catch by that noon. But he left her with a parting gift: his cell number and the large jacket he gave her when the night breeze got too cold.

Their affair continued for a while. It didn’t help Enji that Touya was putting himself in more danger, Rei seemed to be increasingly more difficult to deal with, and like her body got tired of the constant trying for his perfectly quirked child. And he knew it was wrong, of course he did, but when had that ever been enough to stop him? He began making up missions and lies, just to fly back across the sea to see his gorgeous waitress. And every time he left her a gift. A diamond charm bracelet, a new pair of shoes, a heart felt note with Godiva chocolates. And all she did in return was make him feel alive, like his life was worth more then it ever had been.

Six months.

It all lasted six months.

That was until he got the call from Rei, mid flight across the ocean, that she was pregnant. All thoughts of love and happiness and the small whisp of desire to leave his family behind and start a new one with his lover was erased. He had a feeling. This was it, his perfect child. He had the pilot turn the plane around, leaving his doll with one last parting gift.

The baby growing within her.

This time? He didn’t look back.

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 11 months

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Aypiere and Quackity are talking!

Around 30-40 minutes in Aypierre's stream; some significant points:

Quackity is cleaning up the airplane debris and plans to build a structure there (a Mexican or a French one)

Aypierre suggests a replica of the Arc de Triomphe to fill in the space in the wall

Aypierre hands Quackity shit, to his delight

The two discuss the potentiality of Aypierre being a candidate

Quackity says he wants to hold back for the event

Aypierre believes he and the rest of the French members will be competitive about it

Quackity gives some reminders about the delivery of the manual

Quackity and Aypierre have some cultural exchanges. The constant protesting in France is real. They compare French and Mexican drinking behavior.

They begin talking about America and some cultural observations they have with it. Aypierre finds America very friendly.

Aypierre mentions his streaming schedule and kids! This reminded Quackity of dealing with Luzu's own schedule.

Quackity talked about a culture shock moment in Spain regarding the auto-ticketing of cars. He then proceeds to rant about America's car culture.

"Los Angeles is nothing like the movies,"

Quackity reminisces of his childhood visits to San Francisco

(Dang Aypierre has been to America that many times???)

Quackity proposes they go drinking together at some point

Quackity praises California weather

The two discuss being able to speak English for travel + the implications of accents

Quackity starts ranting about LA traffic

Quackity is shocked learn that one can take a 2 hour train ride from France to London

Quackity asks Aypierre to compare London to Paris—Aypierre thinks British girls are prettier but French food is better

They discuss American food. There are some good stuff but they note how processed it can be.

Quackity reminisces about Mexican food upon being asked about it by Aypierre

The two build dick statues out black wool (?) and white quartz (?)

Aypierre places down the Make Love, Not War picture he has, baffling Quackity

Quackity shows Aypierre pictures of his places/houses in the server

Aypierre has placed down an image of himself cooking

Quackity shows Aypierre a picture of his younger self

They discuss Andorra—Quackity shows Aypierre a picture of himself in Andorra

They are discussing towns with silly names, like Montcuq

Quackity is straight up showing Aypierre cursed pictures of himself

B O O B S

Aypierre dropped down a picture of beef (and I am now hungry it is almost my dinner time)

Quackity accidently poked his eye IRL

Quackity admits to having a phobia of airplane bathrooms

He drew in paint to help explain why

asskiss

Quackity, during a first class flight, held in his shit for 13 hours due to his fear of airplane bathrooms

"It was like an orgasm?" "Better than an orgasm!"

Quackity talks about roadtrip stopovers

Bad whispers to Aypierre if he could place a warp in his factory. Aypierre said yes!

(Quackity you gotta help unravel the biases Aypierre has gotten about Mexico my man just assumed kids do coke in the bathroom during recess) <- Quackity does this

(Yikes Q-man people take pictures in the bathroom like that???)

They are now talking about vulnerability in the act of defecation

Quackity starts praising toilets in Amsterdam

Between me and Quackity, one of us is wrong when it comes to pronouncing "bidet"

Eyy squatting toilets! (I encountered one of those during a trip to Beijing and I hated them so much god)

More is happening right now but I gotta stop liveblogging (Quackity is showing a picture of tacos!)

#qsmp #qsmp liveblogging #quackity #aypierre

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flaetsbnortoriginals · 4 days

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Y'know, I have a real soft spot for corporate art.

By that I don't mean stuff like the neat souless twee black guys in Casual Friday outfit, I mean stuff like the story for AAA games. Stuff that isn't at the forefront and that, as far as the corporation cares, exists mostly as a kind of ancillary marketing arm. They have enough money to hire truly talented people to work on it but they also force them to step inside ridiculously rigid limits

I'm talking about Magic: The Gathering. I'm talking, very specifically, about Ixalan.

Ixalan is such a simple concept. It's a world based on the Americas! But it's being invaded! The invaders are basically the Spanish! And they are LITERAL VAMPIRES

That's so dumb! It's hilarious! It's the most obvious metaphor for imperalism you could possibly come up with. It's Baby's First Politically Aware Work. It's a single step above a cartoon of a skeleton labeled CAPITALISM carrying a bag full of money over starving people. And I love it! Give me that slop yum yum yum. If it was a work of art created by people who wanted to, y'know, create art, I'd be much harsher on it. I'd praise the intention but suggest something more nuanced (or, if they were going for it deliberately, more raw). But I know that even this much must have been a hard sell for the suits! I remember Mark Rosewater talking about how much Ixalan was a hard sell and imagine the execs going 'nooooo, what if our core demographic likes imperialism?'

And of course, because you get talented people to do the story and you cater to detail-oriented nerds, you also get an incredibly detailed backstory to this silly, Lorax movie level metaphor. The faux America is actually in the middle of a protacted war, no noble savages here. The vampires get a side of catholicism with their vampirism that makes Vampire: The Masquerade roll on the floor. It's all weirdly elaborate under the simplest possible concept, like deep-fried caviar.

The story for Outlaws of Thunder Junction went pretty much the same way for me. It's the culmination of Kellan's year-long quest to find his dad, who turns out to be a deadbeat that doesn't care about him at all, and only care about finding the treasure hidden inside a vault... who turns out to be a LITERAL CHILD who is wanted by two people in TRUE LOVE. That is DUMB AS HELL, it's the simplest parallel possible, and again, if someone was writing it out of a desire to simply Make Art, I'd praise the intent but have notes for the execution. But as an ancillary marketing action to sell us cardboard rectangles? That's the most delicious crap I can think of.

#magic the gathering #mtg #mtg story #vorthos #mtg spoilers #the spoilers are like two months old by this point but let's be safe #ixalan #outlaws of thunder junction

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ateez-ana · 5 days

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America days 2018

The members of ATEEZ and Ana are in the middle of an intense dance class. Sweat drips from their foreheads and the music echoes in the room. They strive to follow the complex steps, perfecting each movement under the watchful eye of the instructor.

you guys are working very hard. you are a very talented group says one of the choreographers who is outside the building next to hongjoong who is waiting for the others to finish changing to go to the apartment to rest for a while Thank you, I am sure we will achieve great things.

And Ana… is an exceptional dancer. She has a bright future ahead of her. The choreographer does not hesitate to praise the girl, Ana is known for moving like water itself, she is a dancing machine, I know. She is an integral part of our group. Hongjoong does not hesitate to smile at the mention of the girl, Ana sometimes doubts her performance since it is difficult for her to think that she has to show what she is caple of in a group full of boys

Scary monsters:

they walk through a dark and gloomy hallway of a haunted house. The suspense increases with each step they take. Suddenly, a monster jumps out from hiding, causing Wooyoung and Mingi to scream in terror.

wooyoung is holding on to Ana Aaaah! I'm dying! Anyone listening to the boy would think he was being tortured.

Mingi who is hiding behind Ana juts keep screaming Save me, Ana! Please! This guy really thinks that a girl who is three heads shorter than him is capable of keeping him hidden.

Ana, despite her own nervousness, tries to calm them down with a smile. Calm down, guys. He is nothing more than an actor.

Yes, Wooyoung! They're just pretending! yeosang can only laugh at the boys' childish attitude

Wooyoung and Mingi look around, still shaky, but Ana's smile and Yeosang's jokes make them feel a little better.

.....

They find themselves in a water attraction, with water guns in their hands. Upbeat music plays in the background as they prepare for battle.

hongjoong believing himself to be the leader of the french revolution scream to everyone Prepare to get wet! Let us begin!

The members shoot water at each other mercilessly, laughing and having a blast. Ana, with her precise aim, becomes one of the main threats.

Ana points her gun at san Get ready, San! You cant get away!

San protects himself with his water gun, but Ana surpasses him in speed and soaks him completely.

You're a liar! you told me we were teamining against Johno but your words are not worth it!

Ana with a triumphant smile just said war is war San, you dont have friends in battle

....

They are in a photobooth, surrounded by extravagant costumes and accessories. They look at each other knowingly, ready to have fun.

yeosang took a pirate hat Look at this! I'm a fierce pirate!, wooyoung is putting on a pink wig And I'm a pop diva!

Ana laughs and puts on a flower crown. Ana making a funny pose do you think i look like a fairy

Members take photos with different crazy poses and comical faces, creating unforgettable memories of their day at Universal Studios Hollywood.

hongjoong is looking at the photos They are amazing! We're going to have to put them on our debut, Ana only look at him with a malicious smile on her face…. but why did you put on a costume if you already came dressed as a miniom?

While strolling along the Santa Monica Pier, they stop at an ice cream shop to try exotic flavors. Their faces of surprise and disgust when trying some of the most daring flavors cause laughter among them and the ice cream parlor's customers. Hongjoong, as always, is responsible for ordering the most classic and safe flavors.

On their walk, while they are doing silly things they start to dance a little freestyle, two young people approach them, which changes the atmosphere into a very fun moment between all the training.

Hey, I loved dancing with you. Would you like me to give you my phone number? one of the young boys ask her Ana, kindly but firmly, answers:I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend. The boy looks around and laughs softly, is one of them your boyfriend?… Ana just nods. Hongjoong, who is watching this, is a victim of the boys' laughter and exaggerated comments. Wooyoung, wanting to bother him a little, just hits him in the shoulder while he laughs. You have competition and American, if I were you, I would do something before she finds Chris Evnas on the street. and run after him...

Hongjoong approaches Ana and takes her hand, smiling lovingly at her, with "a threatening look at the boy" Ana sees him confused… are you constipated from the ice cream?

.....

While they are walking, Hongjoong gives her a cute balloon in the shape of a dog that is doing a mime Here you go, Ana. A gift for the sweetest girl in the world. Ana smiles and takes the balloon, delighted with Hongjoong's gesture.Thank you, Hongjoong! Is beautiful!Hongjoong watches as Ana hugs the balloon lovingly and feels a little better. At least I can compete with a dog-shaped balloon.

#ateez #ateez 9th member #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios

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carolmunson · 2 years

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video killed the radio star (rockstar!eddie)

rockstar!eddie and you, his wife that he literally is so horny for all the time are caught up in a sex tape scandal. this is so stupid and dumb and lame and silly but i had a lot of fun writing it. i love how in love he is with his lil’ wife, it makes me wanna DIE. inspired by this anon: rockstar!eddie and actress!readers sex tape being leaked and the whole thing is just eddie being a simp for her and giving her praise after praise plus most of the movie is just him eating her out and doing the helicopter with his dick

warnings: 18+, female anatomy mention, oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), drug use, drinking, consensual filming of sex acts, consensual drunk/high sex between a married couple, mild daddy kink if you squint, mentions of restraints, etc.

CORRODED COFFIN GUITAR LEGEND EDDIE MUNSON AND LEAD INGENUE ACTRESS OF OUR TIME CAUGHT IN SEX TAPE SCANDAL!

For you, it had been a mortifying ordeal. For Eddie, damage control was his middle name. Both of your PR teams begging him to come up with something slick and charming on a press circuit to help lessen the blow. They didn’t want you talking about it, too clean of a record to even be asked about it. The most dangerous thing about you was that you married a metal guitar legend with a bad reputation. His good little angel compared to his bad boy persona. It was the Leno interview that softened the blow. “So Ed, we gotta talk about it.”

“Talk about what, Jay? What ever do you mean?” The audience laughs, his charming and knowing smile flashes to the crowd.

“The tape, c’mon, Ed! I haven’t seen it, but I can bet there are people at home that have seen it. And you know something, I hear the ladies are going wild over it!” “And shouldn’t that tell you something Jay? All these ladies in a tizzy cause their man can’t satisfy them. Guys talking about what a pussy I am for telling my girl how much I love her. Can’t a man love his wife?” he turns his attention to the audience, “Can’t a man love his wife?” The audience cheers. “You know, I could be embarrassed, and my baby? She’s mortified. But she’s got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. She doesn’t even do anything! She’s innocent!” “And how’re you feeling about it?” “I think, it was a private moment, and someone took advantage of that. But on the bright side, it ends before any of these horny assholes can see what my wife can do in bed. No one’s thinking about how they can handle her but me. I’m sleeping like a baby.” You both sat on the couch in your living room at the Malibu house the next week. You both knew what was on the tape, but you hadn’t watched it – deciding that now that things had died down in the press a little bit, it would sting less. The tape warped to start, fading in from static snow, to lines running across the screen – pulling the picture left and right with each glide down the picture. Another fade to static, then –

“Okay, okay, it’s recording,” you heard, and just the image of Eddie’s collar bone and his chain dangling in front of him filled the screen. You watched him as he stepped back until his full body was in frame, he gave the lens a thumbs up. You could see yourself, sitting back on your heels on the mattress – completely naked. At first, you’re mortified – so many people in America are seeing this, have seen it, still might see it. The legal battle of getting the tapes destroyed has been raging for weeks. Deep down, you know it’s never really going to be gone, but at least – “Baby, it’s not that bad, I think this is the only time we see you like this,” Eddie mumbles, kissing the bare skin of your shoulder, “Let’s just keep watching.”

“Of course you wanna keep watching,” you said, rolling your eyes, “We were there, honey, why do we need to watch it?” The Eddie on screen started talking, “Hey -hic!- future Eddie, here with our smokin’ hot wife on our honeymoon. Consider this a gift or something, I don’t fuckin’ know, we’re so fucked up right now.”

“That’s why,” your real Eddie said, pointing at himself on the screen, “We were a little loose that day, baby, c’mon.”

“I hate this,” you pouted, pausing the video with the remote. The VCR whirred and the edges of the screen pulled. You admired him in the frame, his skin covered in tattoos, his hair messy over his shoulders, his body defined but still somehow soft in his posture. “We can stop,” he said, putting his hand over yours on the remote. You sighed, considering it, “No, no, it’s like ripping the band aid off, let’s just…I don’t know, let’s just get it over with.” Eddie grinned, taking the remote out of your hand and clicking play. You watched the image spring to life again while video Eddie grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s off the side table and took a swig. “And for the lady,” he said, reaching for a bottle of Dom Pérignon off screen and shaking it up to open at the end of the bed.

“Baby, don’t waste it! That was a gift,” you laughed while the champagne sprayed over you, still so careful in your tipsy haze. He passed the bottle to you, kneeling on the bed. He let his tongue slide from the side of your breast to your neck, collecting drips of champagne off your skin. “We can always get more,” he mumbled into your neck, “Lemme clean up my mess first.” You saw yourself take gulps from the bottle, leaning over to place it next to his bottle of Jack. You both fumbled around each other a little awkwardly until he had his hands on your waist. You watch him run his mouth from your belly button up between your breasts in fat stripes with his tongue, you mewling at every nip he gave at the end. “Fuck baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed, “Let daddy tie you up so he can worship you.” “Oh,” you pouted, “You want me to keep my hands to myself?”

“Jesus fuck,” he slurred, “No, don’t keep your hands to yourself. Wanna feel you all over me.” You pulled him into a kiss, tangling your hands in his hair while he eased you down on the mattress. Just the side of your body visible, angled away from the camera enough that your arm obscured your breasts. Eddie got up and walked out of frame, coming back while slapping a little baggie onto his palm, pouring it out on a neat line down your sternum to the top of your belly button. He snorted from the top down, gliding his tongue back up to swipe up whatever coke he left behind, letting his tongue flick at a nipple before reaching back to your mouth. You squealed into his kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist, his nylon black boxer briefs grinding mercilessly against you. “God, you’re so hot…” Eddie whispered under his breath next to you on the couch. “Are you like – are you getting off to this?” you asked, a scoff escaping you. “I’m sorry? Am I getting off to this? I’m watching a home video of me fucking my hot wife. Do you think I’m not rock fucking hard right now?” he asked, gesturing at the television while the film him left a trail of kisses down your body, “This is like…this is PEAK porn, babe. This is my ideal porn.”

“I don’t even go down on you in it,” you said, adjusting on the couch so your head was on his lap. You could feel his erection in his jeans. “I don’t need a video of you sucking my cock, sweet thing,” he said with a smirk, “I got that tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.” His eyes were still glued to the screen while one of his hands smoothed over your hair. ‘Oh, baby, yes, oooh! Unh! That feels so good,’ your voice leaked out of the TV speakers.

Eddie eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his fist at the sound, “That is what makes it ideal. Those little sounds you make? Ugh, fuck. Now that’s music.” You blushed and turned your head back to the screen, Ed’s bitten fist now splayed over your thigh. On the screen, Eddie had your legs apart, bent at the knees, his mouth lingering over your puffy lips while looking up at you. “Please more,” you whined at him, putting your hand on the top of his head, “I need it."

“You’ve been so patient all day for it, haven’t you, baby?” he asked, grazing his fingertips up and down your inner thigh. “Yes, so patient,” you whined, grinding your hips into the mattress in slow circles. “You’re so perfect,” he said, kissing where his fingers traced, “My pretty girl.”

He traveled down, painstakingly slow while your fingers gripped his hair, “Gonna worship this pussy the way you deserve.” He made slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue, lapping up salty sweetness while he kept your lips open with his fingers. His nose brushing your clit while he kept full attention to your other aching spots between your legs. He liked to get deep into it, practically swimming in your slickness before he made any moves that would send you over the edge. Hearing the squelches and sounds through the TV made you involuntarily clench, your thighs squeezing together. You remembered how good he made you feel that night through your drunken haze. He always made you feel good, but the high of the wedding, the romance of the honeymoon – it was all that and more. “Oooh, yes, Eddie right there!” you moaned out, leaning up on your elbows and forearms on the mattress in your honeymoon suite. Eddie was latched onto your clit, sucking diligently while his fingertips teased your entrance. “Love when you say my name, princess,” he said gruffly against your thigh, taking a breath before diving back in. “Eddie, Ed–oh! Oh god, yes, yes,” your voice was choking out of you while two fingers slid into you with ease, his tongue still lapping and fluttering at your clit while you clenched around him. “So wet for me, such a pretty fucking pussy,” he muttered, reaching his other hand up to graze one of his thumbs over your nipples, pinching after every few strokes. While it wasn’t always your first source of stimulation, he always knew you liked it right before you were about to finish. “You’re doing so good, sweet thing,” he cooed while his fingers picked up the pace, your head lolling back trying to get a handle on your moans so anyone else on the floor wouldn’t hear. “That feels so good, huh?” he mocked while you whimpered at his fingers curling upwards into you. Your hips jolted at the feeling, bucking and writhing while he kept hitting the same spot over and over. “So good, baby,” you huffed, your eyes brimming with tears while ecstasy rose in your chest. “You ready for me?” he asked. You nodded feverishly at him while he slipped his fingers out of you. He sat up and put his wet fingers to your mouth where you sucked your slickness off obediently, a moment to bring you back down with him to prepare for the next round. “You’re so pretty like that,” he said, taking his fingers out and kissing you wetly on the mouth, “My beautiful baby, you’re so pretty.” You blushed at the praise, in the video, and on the couch with your real life husband.

“Lemme get a condom hold on,” he said, a little laugh coming out of his mouth from his chest. You laid down with your back to the camera while Eddie hopped out of frame, you could hear bottles clinking and plastic being shuffled in the background.

“That fat fuckin’ ass…” Eddie mumbled to himself on the couch, “Fuck.” On the screen, only half of Eddie appears in the background – his dick now on full display. “Babe, babe look,” his laugh infectious. He shook his hips until his erection swung in a full circle around itself. He laughed again, your back shook in the frame, your little giggles echoing through the speakers in your living room. “Look how fast I can make it go,” his voice was love drunk. He sped up the pace of his hips as his cock whirled around, balls slapping against his thighs as he did it. “You’re so stupid,” you laughed from the bed. He bent down into the frame, a hand softly caressing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you. “You make me so stupid. I love you so much,” he smiled. He got back up, walking closer to the camera, Trojan in hand, and tripped. The image on the screen whirled, showing the ceiling and the back of the room before the camera fell with a hard ‘CLUNK!’ on the ground. A quiet, ‘Oh shit!’ was heard, before the static snow flashed and fluttered to a steady stream on the screen. “See, I told you baby, not so bad,” Eddie said on the couch, his palm sliding up and down your thigh. “Just me telling you what a pretty girl you are.” You didn’t respond for a second. “You okay?” he asked, his brow gently furrowing in concern, “We’ll get it sorted out, sweet thing, I promise.”

“I’m okay, I just–” your legs parted slightly, your face reddened, “I kind of wanted to see what happened next.”

Eddie grinned, getting up from the couch. He hoisted you up over his shoulder, bending you at the hips, smacking your ass hard over your tennis skirt to hear you yelp. He started walking you up the stairs to your bedroom, a dirty little look on his face while you kicked your legs. “Can we film this, too?” Eddie asked, “It could be fun. Like an anniversary present.”

“Absolutely not.”

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"I say Christ is King because I actually believe that Jesus meant what he said in Matthew 28.

"ALL AUTHORITY in heaven and on earth has been given to King Jesus!

"Too many Christians believe that Christ’s Kingship is confined to their hearts or to The Church.

"They say “Christ is King” but what the really mean is Christ is MY king.

"Too many are embarrassed or ashamed to stand firm on the Truth that Christ is King of America. He is King of your town. He is King over the Atheists. He is King over the Muslims and Hindus. He is King over the Leftists.

"He is the rightful King of Kings and all who do not repent and believe are rebels against the rightful King of the cosmos.

"And the good news of the Gospel is that our wonderful King offers total pardon and complete amnesty for all the wicked rebels under his rule. He died to purchase that amnesty for you and for me.

"Christ is a patient, merciful, gracious King, but for all who will not lay down their arms and give up their silly rebellion they will face the righteous wrath and perfect justice of our King.

"We are all under his authority whether we like it or not. Christ is not simply MY King.

"Christ is THE King.

"I will never tire of saying it. I will never tire of praising our wonderful King. And I will never tire of imploring all the give up their rebellion and…

"Psalm 2:12, “Kiss the Son lest He be angry, And you perish in the way, When His wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.”"

-- Joshua Haymes

#Joshua Haymes #Christ is King #christianity #jesus #truth #salvation

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dustylava · 2 years

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English is not my native language, so, i'm so sorry.

Well, fine, what if, you're a friend of Homelander. Not his lover, but his friend.

Well, to be completely honest, you're not really a friend, but a vest in which he can cry. But your title, which he awarded you, says "best friend". Of course, you understand, that this is not quite, or rather, not at all the friendship, that you have read about in books and seen in films, but even here there are advantages. For example, you can call him a "homunculus", and you will not be punished for it at all, he will not do anything to you. The maximum is a tired rolling of the eyes. You can call him a "test tube" or "father/motherlessness", and the maximum he will do in response to this, his eyes will light up, but will never harm you.

You're allowed to make silly jokes about him sometimes. Of course, his fragile ego will be hurt, but not to the extent, that he will do something bad to you. Usually, after such jokes, he looks at you with the look, meaning, that you should caress and pity him.

-You're definitely a maniac. But you're my maniac, and I love you, John. - And all this should be crowned with a kiss on the forehead or a hug.

Yes, Homelander is an extremely tactile man. With you. Sometimes, from time to time, almost always, after your cuddling sessions, you get bruises. But you don't tell him about it. You can ask him to be more gentle, but it's far from a fact, that he will loosen his grip. Or will he look up at you with tearful eyes, asking, that is, you don't need him anymore? Or, he will loosen his embrace. For 15 seconds. And then he will start strangle and break spine again.

Also, the contract of your friendship includes constant admiration and praise of him. He tells you, that today he crushed the skull of some big guy with one hand, and you should take this hand, stroke or shake it, and ideally, kiss his palm and press it in your cheek, admiring, how strong he is. Yes, your decisions and thoughts influence his behavior and actions. You can, almost easily, dissuade him from burning innocent people. Also, your direct duty, is to stroke and reinforce his ego and self-esteem.

Another advantage of friendship with Homelander, is that almost everything, you ask him for, you get. Oh, Y/n, honey, do you want something from the Vatican Library? Well, okay. Naturally, you won't get anything from him instantly, he's too proud for that. But he will definitely get you everything that you, darling, wants. And anyone, if you know, what he means. The only thing, he gives you constantly and for no reason, is his merch. Your whole house is littered with his toys, his posters, mugs, pillows with his image and his symbols. Absolutely everything, that appears with his name, appears to you from the very first batches. You have so many plush Homelanders at home, that, if you set them on fire, you can burn down a whole city of witches. And you, no doubt, will have even more of it. Because you love him. And this is the way he expresses his affection. He has, in general, rather strange ways of expressing feelings.

Speaking of expressing affection, love and other people. No. There are no other people for you anymore. It doesn't matter who it is, your old, good friends, your family, your soulmate. No. And he doesn't care, what kind of relationship you had with these people. Do you love them, or are offended by them - do not even dare to think about someone, other than him, while you are with him. Either you stop all contact with them on your own, or he will do it. Will stop their lives. The only people, you're allowed to talk to are doctors and bosses. And anyway, you should be grateful for this indulgence.

You know, that his behavior is caused not by bad intentions, but by a bad character, formed from traumas and complexes. To be completely honest, you have no idea, what and why you have so attracted the attention of the Second God of America. But you accepted your fate.

In addition to the imaginary advantages, you have responsibilities. If he knocks on your window in the middle of the night, you let him in. If he asks you to stretch his back or neck - you do it. The list can be continued for an extremely long time. The only thing, you're allowed to denied, is physical intimacy. Naturally, he offered you to sleep with him a couple of times, he could even try to force you to do it with him, but he accepted your refusal anyway. Homelander hates when things don't go according to his plan, not the way he wants, but he have to admit, that your resistance is impressive. To some extent, as far as possible, it even increased your authority in his eyes. On the one hand, the fucking Homelander always gets everything he wants. On the other hand, he is interested, if you ask him about it yourself. He will tease you for this, but he will gladly fulfill your request, at the highest level. In general, whether you will be friends with privileges or not, depends on you. Or something more.

You are the closest person to Homelander, and he does not tell anyone about you, and does not show anyone. He keeps your existence and your connection in the strictest secret from the whole world. Sometimes, he wants to yell at the whole world, how wonderful you are and that you belong only to him. But this is an extremely rare phenomenon. He'd rather rip his balls off, than let Vought know about you. A big plus to this is your introversion and the fact, that you live in the middle of nowhere. Someone will call you passive, boring and apathetic, and John will break this person's spine and say, that you are homely and reliable.

By the way, about reliability. As soon, as a definition appeared in Homelander's brain opposite your name - safe, immediately, automatically, a footnote appeared, written in small print with an asterisk - mine. This means, that all your love, affection, tenderness, care and other joys, belong to him. No one else. If suddenly, after establishing a friendship with John, you decide to have a pet - change your mind.

You, this is the very place where, without hesitation and doubt, Homelander goes first, when he feels bad. In his mind, you are the only safe and loyal person. In his head, you are the only person in the whole world, who can to understand and accept him. You know what to do, to make him feel better. You're his safe zone. Next to you, he allows himself to cry, complain and mumble: "I can't do this anymore... Help me..." When he doesn't know what to do, how to cope with his emotions, he comes to you. Now, he may not even remember exactly, how and when he ended up on your lap.

John doesn't know how to take care of others, but he tries. Brings with him your favorite food, gifts. If you are hurt or sad - he will do everything, that he is capable of, and more. Are you on your period? He remembered, what personal hygiene products you use, and what painkillers you take. And if there are funny questions, like, for what, Homelander? He, with a dazzling smile, will answer, that there are ladies among the supes, and in the company, too. They're all family, they all take care of each other. Also, John will make sure, that you don't overdose.

And now, the country's favorite supe has a serious problem. The plane is falling. He suddenly finds out you're on board. And you, stroking his shoulders, say, that he needs to try to save all these people, and you will return to your seat. They all will admire him for saving the whole side of the plane, and no one will notice your disappearance. No, he doesn't need to worry about you, you, in principle, have never been against dying, it seems, since childhood. Everything will be fine, darling, there's nothing to worry about.

#the boys #homelander #john #john homelander #homelander x reader #homelander x you #tw: suidice

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gravity-barbie · 2 years

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The Sparrows dating a famous singer HCs

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Masterlist

Marcus Hargreeves

-Marcus is definitely shocked to learn about your career, and by the fact you didn’t tell him earlier, but it’s a happy surprise and he’s quick to praise your success

-While it’s not a make or break thing for him, he actually appreciates having a significant other who’s used to the limelight, as you would better understand the many sacrifices he makes for his image

-If it’s okay with you, he’d like to milk your relationship to the press just a little bit, he’s certainly eager to hype you up whenever he gets the chance

-You’re America’s favourite power couple, and honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way

Ben Hargreeves

-Considering his own vast fame, you expected Ben to be indifferent to yours but he’s actually very impressed that you’ve built a successful career for yourself

-He even kind of envies you, you’re not tied down to a team, you don’t put on a facade and regardless people love you, but once you open up about your own issues, he finds he’s able to connect with you more than he expected he would

-He doesn’t bring it up to you, but he checks out your music, really taking the time to appreciate the artistry of it more than anything else

-It doesn’t exactly come naturally to him as at first he was quite competitive with you, but he learns to be a surprisingly supportive partner, in time coming to value your achievements as much as his own

Fei Hargreeves

-When Fei finds out, she jumps straight to weighing the pro’s and con’s, she’s glad you’re already used to fame, but it’s unfortunate that you both have such hectic schedules and hardly any sense of normalcy

-Though luckily you’re good communicators, you both lay some ground rules, for instance agreeing to keep your relationship as private as reasonably possible before putting the subject behind you

-Refreshingly, she’s less interested in your career than your music itself, she’s curious about the mechanics of it all, and if you ever humour her and passionately rave about your inspiration, technique, ideas or whatever else, she’ll be absolutely enchanted

-She might not like to make a show of your relationship but she’d be honoured to accompany you to an award ceremony or something for support

Alphonso Hargreeves

-Alphonso is actually stoked to find out, he thinks your job is really cool and is immediately eager to hear more

-He quickly becomes your number one fan, not just listening to and buying all your songs, but watching tons of interviews you’ve done too, and just visiting you at work to cheer you on and bring you a snack

-But he also loves to tease you, doing things like sending you memes he found about you or quoting silly things you’ve said in interviews

-When your relationship goes public, he surprisingly attempts to be on his best behaviour for the sake of protecting your reputation, but seeing as that completely goes against his nature you soon let him off the hook by assuring him you don’t want him to be anything but himself

Sloane Hargreeves

-Sloane isn’t even that into the music scene, but she thinks it’s absolutely amazing that you’re a singer and bombards you with all kinds of questions

-She wants to listen to all your songs, preferably with you so you can discuss it with her, and she is absolutely enthralled by them because its you

-Since you’re both high-profile celebrities and make no attempt to hide your relationship, there’s definitely fan-fiction of the two of you and she’s definitely skimmed some

-If you ever do a music-related romantic gesture like singing for her in private, or better yet, writing her a love song, her heart would just melt, it would mean everything to her

Jayme Hargreeves

-Finding this out doesn’t change anything for Jayme, she doesn’t even care about her own fame, why would she care about yours?

-She does take an interest in your music though, actually downloading some so she can listen throughout the day through headphones (-which are handy because they’re a good signal for people not to bother her, she should of picked up a pair years ago)

-If you released any love songs before you met her she will half-subtly interrogate you on what inspired them, but her jealousy is easily defused once acknowledged

-She’s very protective when it comes to thinks like invasive paparazzi or obsessed fans, so while usually she has a “no comment” stance on relationships, she never misses a chance to remind the masses that you have a scary sparrow girlfriend

#marcus Hargreeves x reader #Ben Hargreeves x reader #sparrow ben x reader #sparrow!ben x reader #Fei Hargreeves x reader #Alphonso Hargreeves x reader #Sloane Hargreeves x reader #Jayme Hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #tua x you #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy preferences

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