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swordcreature · 6 months

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Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Drunken Sex

As always, below the cut is NSFW. MDNI/18+

How these drunken tiefling boys take you to bed

Dammon:

Dammon is very timid in his daily life; he’s self-assured, yeah, but just a rather calm guy. And I see that bleed into his bedroom life a bit too. Like, he’s not super fond of PDA and tends to be fairly romantic during sex, even when doing something really dirty.

But when he’s drunk? HOO BOY.

He won’t care about who’s around, where you are, what you were previously doing. When he’s drunk and horny there is only one thing on his mind.

And that’s getting his hands on you.

He rarely gets to that level of drunkenness ever and luckily it’s usually at a party or a bar where everyone else is equally as shitfaced.

Lucky because he’s grabbing fistfuls of your ass, grinding his hardened cock against your thigh, sticking his tongue in your ear.

Part of him gets off on whispering filthy nothings just to make you turn red. No one really even notices you two, but you have some decorum, thank you.

But it’s hard to keep a straight head when he uses that really deep purring sort of voice right in your ear.

“Gods, you’d look so good on my cock right now”, “Can’t wait to spread you open for me”, “I bet you’re already so nice and wet you’d take all of me right now, love”

A lot of Dammon’s drunken sex revolves around the buildup.

Even though he’s the one practically trying to put his hands down your pants in public, he wants you to be the one so worked up that you can’t help but pull him out the door.

Weirdly enough, he still isn’t too into kissing in public. Anything above a peck or light smooch he doesn't super care for, even drunk.

But then he gets you behind closed doors? All bets are off at this point because he can’t keep his mouth off of you. It’s sloppy and wet and really hot because it’s very different than him normally.

I see Dammon’s oral fixation becoming so so so much worse while drunk. Not just in a giving way either. He wants you to ride his face but also suck him off at the same time.

He wants to feel every filthy moan of yours around his cock before you swallow his load.

Don’t worry though, he’s miraculously not affected by whiskey dick in the least. He’ll be ready for another round after a couple minutes of more dirty talk.

Rolan:

Rolan strikes me as the kind of guy that is either a bitchy drunk or a flirty drunk (absolutely no in between) but it depends on so many things. Who’s around, what he’s drinking, the mood he’s in, where he’s at, etc.

Bitchy Drunk Rolan (BDR) will pick a fight with you over EVERYTHING. LITTLE. THING. Like you could say the sky is blue and this snarky little asshole is going to argue that it’s actually azure.

But! I’ll let you in on a little secret. That’s his foreplay. *wink wink wink*

Every little frustrated groan you make, every time you raise your lip in a sneer at his antics, it all makes him so hard it hurts. He’ll never admit to it sober though.

BDR wants to push your buttons until you’re about done with him, and then just when you’re about to leave...

He’s pushing you someplace quiet and kissing you so hard it hurts. I’m talking teeth clacking, tongue down your throat, growling kind of kissing.

He’s the kind of drunk that never makes it back to a bed. He’s fucking you over whatever he possibly can, not even taking off his robes, just slipping his cock out so he can be inside you as fast as possible.

BDR isn’t much of a talker during the act itself, he’s more prone to groaning and huffing while he snaps his hips into you

But he always has some smug little quip afterwards that makes you roll your eyes

Flirty Drunk Rolan is a whole other story.

His smart mouth is aimed at you instead of against you. He’d have you tucked away in a corner where he can have all of your attention so that he can see what makes you blush, what makes you fumble your words.

The whole “don’t be greedy” line comes to mind. He’s playful, basically. Because he’s much more comfortable.

When he has you alone, he’s slower than BDR, taking a bit of time to get you naked, work you up. Make sure you’re about as wet as possible just from the anticipation.

He still doesn’t find a bed in time. But instead of bending you over something, he fucks you on something.

Lifts you on his desk, holds you against a bookcase. He wants to face you during and see the mess he’s made of you.

Both types of drunk Rolan are whiners though. Right before they cum. That’ll never change.

Zevlor:

Zevlor is a quiet drunk, you cannot convince me otherwise.

His time as a Hellrider has made sure that even after drinking heavily, he always has his wits about him.

That being said I see him as having one weakness that leaves him a little distracted.

Surprise (not really) it’s you.

He’s the kind of drunk that will watch you intently wherever you are. He’ll try to explain it away as watching over you, but let’s be real, okay.

I think he would be the kind of drunk to actually enjoy being on the sidelines watching you enjoy yourself – I mean that was basically him the at camp party.

He’s like this sober too, but when he’s had a few drinks, you notice the way his trousers fit just a bit tighter in the front, especially after you’re done dancing.

Zevlor is definitely not the type of guy for PDA even while drunk. Part of it is that he’s a gentleman and doesn’t want to impose on your dignity like that.

But a small part is also because he wants to save every little piece of you for himself. No one else gets the pleasure of seeing you like that. Just him.

When you’re alone, he waits until you’re in the bedroom before starting anything.

Normally, he’d be a little bashful: kissing you softly to try and initiate sex. But like this he gets right to things.

Pulls you into him, leans down into a firm kiss. He has a quiet sort of confidence about him.

Don’t get me wrong, he is still 110% sweet and romantic, but like. He doesn’t doubt himself at all like this. He doesn’t look up at you with those questioning eyes that say “Is this okay? Do you feel good?”

No, now he gazes at you just so he can hungrily watch you come apart knowing that he was the cause.

Instead of his normal method of fucking you while holding you close, he kneels while he thrusts into you. He pounds into you, slow and steady, hands on your hips to pull you towards him.

He likes being able to see all of you. How you bounce with every snap of his hips, how your face contorts in pleasure, how you take his entire cock so well.

And after you still get pulled to him for cuddling and pillow talk, just like sober Zevlor would do

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #my writing #bg3 smut #dammon #bg3 zevlor #bg3 rolan #rolan #zevlor #rolan x reader #zevlor x reader #dammon x reader #HCs

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 6 months

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Time of the month

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You started your period, and Eddie tries to help.

Warnings: fluff, menstruation, mention of sex.

A/n: Not proofread. no minors allowed.

The front door slamming startles you in your spot, huddled in various blankets and pillows. Eddie scans the dark living room in search of you until his eyes land on your figure. There you were hidden beneath all sorts of fluffy blankets with the ever curtain closed.

He laughs to himself, "Hey sweetheart, I'm home."

You look over to him, faking a smile. "Hi."

Eddie frowns." What's wrong? "

"Got my period." You murmured.

He pouts out his bottom lip, moving closer, sitting next to you. "Anything I can do?"

You shake your head no, leaning over to lay your head on his chest. Immediately, Eddie wrapped his arms around you.

"I heard sex can be the cure." He half joked.

You groaned, hiding your face. "Eddie!"

He lets out a belly laugh and moves to stand bending down to give you a quick kiss. He kicked off his boots and placed them by the door.

"M'just playin." He smirked.

"No, you weren't." You pouted.

His smirks grew wider as he watched you."Yeah, you're right, doesn't hurt to try."

If you weren't in the state you are right now, he'd call you cute, but he knows better.

"You sure? I can really pound those cramps outta ya." He joked again, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

All you could was groan at his attempt to make you laugh.

Eddie is in a playful mood, and you were absolutely not. Your cramps had you hunching over in pain. You went through three pairs of panties after bleeding through them by accident. The last thing on your mind is sex. You know he's really just joking deep down, but the thought makes you wince a little. You've been in the same position all day. Huddled under numerous blankets you could find with a heating pad on standby.

He puts his hands on his hips, looking around his trailer. You could tell he's trying to come up with a solution to your problem. Unfortunately, the only solution is dealing with it for four days until it's gone.

Eddies' coveralls were covered in grease from the dirty cars he'd been fixing all day. You could see some of the grease smudged on his neck and face. His five o'clock shadow thickening up around his jaw. If it wasn't for your period, you'd definitely would take him up on his offer. You always thought he looked good on a daily basis. But there was something about how he looked after coming home from a long day at work that made you want to jump on him.

"Wanna take a shower with me?" Eddie spoke softly.

Your face softened, and the pout that was close to being permanent on your face disappeared. "Yea."

"After we clean up, I'm gonna order out and rub your back. You like that?" Eddie walked over to help you stand. Taking your hands into his.

"Mmhmm--id like that a lot, but you don't have to." You tried to argue feeling slightly guilty.

A back rub sounded like heaven, but he's been at work all day. The last thing he should be doing is waiting on your hand and foot. You were perfectly fine resuming what you've been doing all day anyway.

"Ah, ah, don't start. Let me help make you feel better." His tone is gentle, but his face was serious. You knew there was no arguing your way out of this.

"Okay, can we rent a movie too?" You sighed, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

"Of course, whatever you want." Eddie squeezed you tighter to him.

He leads you to the shower and helps you undress. You asked him about his day loving how worked up he got at his coworkers sometimes. Eddie told about how some guy came in for an oil change that ended up lasting hours since the poor man had never had one before. You washed his hair, running your nails through his scalp. He hummed every time you did that for him. You swore if he was a cat, he'd be purring right now.

"All done?" Eddie asked, moving around to block the water from hitting your face.

"All done." You smiled, playfully tugging on his chin, causing him to giggle.

"Let's get you warmed, and then I'll make you feel better for a little while." He whispered.

Eddie did as he promised. He fed you. Warmed you up in his arms as you cuddled in his lap. He rented you The Princess Bride to watch. When the movie was over, Eddie guided you to the bedroom where he rubbed your back until you finally fell asleep.

"I love you." He bent over to kiss your cheek.

"Love you too." You muffled in your pillow. You were relaxed and your cramps subsiding. Sleep overtaking your exhausted body.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #my writing #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x y/n

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lovers-rck · 3 months

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little secret | abby anderson x reader.

summary abby anderson likes to read, and you like abby anderson. | friends to lovers, +18.

okay.... this is the longest fic i ever written (i think)

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You met her in winter. The immensity of the stadium they called home impressed you, a reconstructed civilization within an abnormality hard to ignore.

Even though she was the most respected soldier in the place, your memory ranks her welcome as the warmest. Between fluffy sweaters and worn leather jackets, Abby showed you a warmth that made Seattle's monstrous winter seem like a light summer breeze.

In addition to showing you the place where you would now live, immense and so functional it was frightening, Abby showed you more than the visible. As time passed, shyly, Abby took her time to show you her jokes, her favorite books, (of which there were many, you decided) her strange ways of combining food to kill hunger longer, her wounds; the internal and the external.

The personal library that Abby had begun to assemble when she arrived at W.L.F. was now familiar to you. When responsibilities left and the moon was present in the atmosphere, the two of you spent the night in that place. The bookshelves acted like skyscrapers over your bodies sitting on the floor, filled with books and comics that the W.L.F. soldiers encountered on their daily patrols.

"I think they're going to end up together" Abby mutters, her nose buried between the pages of an old red-covered book.

"You said the same thing about the other book last night" You replied. Youdidn't share the same passion for reading as Abby, but you enjoyed listening to her tell you about her new readings and her theories about what might or might not happen in those pages.

You liked that contrast with the soldier Abby, the one everyone knew, and the Abby you knew. During the day her posture was steady, stone-eyed and scrutinizing every movement nature had to offer, attentive and ready to pull the trigger at any danger, but when night fell, her posture changed completely; usually hunched over, her features softer, more relaxed.

"It's not my fault that everyone writes the same thing" Abby rolled her eyes, putting the book aside but not before folding a corner of the page, marking where it was left "I guess it was a popular idea back in the day"

"You should write a book."

Abby let out a groan, leaning back against the bookshelf behind her. The two of you were sitting on the floor, facing each other, separated by a pile of books scattered on the library's newest acquisition: a worn purple carpet.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes" Abby blurted out.

"Why?" you asked "It wasn't a joke anyway"

"Because of Manny. He was out of control today during patrol. He almost got us killed"

You rolled your eyes "You know what he's like" Abby massaged her shoulder absently, you could see her muscles twitch "I'm sure it was nothing, you just can't stand it when people don't follow your orders"

she looked at you, her eyebrows raised "Excuse me?"

Ypu laughed lightly "It's true. You're a serial controller."

"I'm not a serial controller, for your information" Abby said "It's just not a place for jokes"

"If you say..." you mumbled, pulling your knees up to your chest and dropping the conversation; knowing Abby, she would never admit it.

"What?"

You shrugged, smiling graciously at Abby's accusatory look "I didn't say anything."

"You don't believe me" Abby scrutinized you with her gaze.

You shook your head "I didn't say that".

"But you thought it"

You rolled your eyes "Now you're a mind reader? I can see why you're considered the best soldier ever"

"There's nothing wrong with being controlling, Abs. That's the way you get everything you want. Everything you have" you continued.

Abby let out a sigh, her chest heaving, "Yeah, whatever"

The room fell into a deep silence for a couple of minutes. You decided to grab a book, trying to read it and make some sense of the words, but Abby's gaze on you prevented your brain from synapses.

"What?" you said in an accusatory tone, resting the book in your lap and looking at that blonde girl.

Now it was Abby's turn to shrug, a slight smirk planted on her face "I didn't say anything"

"Whatever."

Abby considered picking up her book as well, but saw no point in seeing the very predictable ending that the last few pages held. Your words were still echoing in her head; everything she wanted.

She, in fact, didn't have everything she wanted. Abby thought she lacked a handful of essentials; a reasonable sleep schedule, a meal that with all the proteins, a partner who wasn't a complete idiot on patrol.

But hey, those were luxuries given the circumstances.

To no one's surprise, you caught Abby's attention from the very first moment. She remembers with tenderness the first time she saw you, wet and covered with blood, hidden among the large leaves of a strange plant that had been born thanks to the combination of vegetation and fungus, with a look that Abby would never forget.

She felt the need to protect you, not because she considered you weak, but because a strange feeling led her to position herself in front of you when in the patrols you heard some infected too close, or that time when a Seraphite appeared unexpectedly and hurted you, and Abby kept chasing Mel through the corridors to remind her to be extremely careful with you.

"I know what I'm doing, Abby" she remembered how Mel told her one night "She's going to be fine"

Abby tried to convince herself that it was just that she had grown too attached to you, but something inside her told her it was something more than that, something deeper, more intense.

Abby thought she lacked a handful of things that were essential to her life, like you.

"You know, you read too many romance books" you said, snapping Abby out of her thoughts "Are you in love, Anderson?"

"Oh my god" Abby muttered "You should go to sleep, the lack of it is affecting your reasoning."

"So, is that a yes?"

"I don't choose what to read" Abby replied "I don't know if you noticed, but we're in an apocalypse. I don't have too many genres to choose from."

"You still haven't answered my question!"

Abby's muscles tensed as she could see how you moved from your position and sat closer to her, next to her. Abby could feel your arm brush against hers.

"So..." You murmured, your breath hitting Abby's lips "Tell me your little secret."

"My little secret?" Abby murmured, forcing herself to look only into your eyes.

"Who do you like?" And Abby snorted, rolling her eyes "Is it Nora? I've seen you two together a lot recently."

"No, wait, i know. It's mel, isn't it?" You continued. Your knee bumped into Abby's thigh.

"I'm not in love with Nora, or Mel, dumbass. They're my friends."

You emitted silence for a few seconds, and then:

"Is it Manny?"

"Are you kidding me?" Abby replied with a tone that made you burst out laughing, combined with all those laughs written on worn pages

"I'm sorry. I had to say it" you said with a chuckle.

Abby shook her head slowly, a smile planting itself on her face. Fucking Manny, she thought.

"So?" You said after a few minutes. Abby looked at you, her blue sapphires piercing your gaze. "Who is it?" You muttered, your voice coming out weaker than intended.

Siddenly the library became the quietest place in that giant structure. Every whisper, every sigh felt too aggressive, too loud; something that threatened to break the intimacy that the proximity of your bodies had created.

Abby slowly denied with her head, closing her eyes for a second. When she opened them again, something had changed in her gaze.

"You're not going to tell me?" You whispered. Your hand rested close to Abby's. At some point, you doubted whether your bones had turned to magnet and Abby's to metal because of the way a supernatural force was compelling you to be close to her.

She denied again, but the way her eyes flicked to your mouth for a microsecond gave her away.

"It's okay" you whispered "I think I have an idea."

The first time you saw her, that winter, you noticed that Abby had a tendency to lick her lips constantly. It didn't seem odd to you, as the winter in Seattle was very dry and lip balm was not something they were equipped with at the W.L.F, but as time went on you noticed that Abby had a tendency to lick her lips only when she was with you; when you pretended you didn't know she was looking at you, when you got close to her face to apply a lipstick you found in one of the patrolling days, when you gave her a kiss on the cheek on the morning of her birthday.

And now, just before your lips meet hers.

For the first few seconds neither of you move. Your lips linger on hers shyly, too terrified to move but refusing to pull away. Abby has to muster all her strength to move her hand to your jaw, holding you, and suddenly every shred of fear leaves her.

Your lips instantly reciprocate, too hungry, too thirsty for her taste. Abby thinks that now that she finally knows what it feels like to kiss you, she fears not being able to stop.

Her hand, which initially started on your cheek, travels down your body to your waist squeezing the flesh viciously. Her fingerprints savor every touch your body provides, skin that has been reserved for so long just for her enjoyment.

When Abby's hand makes contact with the exposed portion of skin, the air circulating through the stadium feels insufficient. Your body takes on an inhuman heat, a heat worthy of the iron emanating from the gates to hell, a heat that only she can cease.

"Abby" your lips release, a strangled moan.

"I know" She replies.

Your body was now a mass that Abby could mold as she wished. She is overcome with a sweeping euphoria as she becomes aware of the control your body offers her, and thinks maybe you were right; she likes to be in control.

You try to keep up with her movements. You touch her skin, her arms, afraid to ruin the pattern of freckles that rest perfectly on her rosy shoulders.

In a matter of seconds you end up on her lap, your legs hugging her thighs, clinging to the new sensation that Abby's shyness deprived you of for so long. Between kisses, you can hear the moans the blonde's mouth emits, weak but guttural moans.

"Can I..." Abby murmurs, her mouth on top of yours "Can I touch you?"

Your throat fails to find the strength to elicit a sound, so you just nod, eager for anything that comes from her. Instantly you feel Abby's fingers undoing your belt and unbuttoning the button of your pants, but just as you're ready for the next thing, Abby's fingers linger in place.

"What's wrong?" you ask, strands of hair interrupting your vision. Your hair feels so tousled "You don't have to if you don't want to Abs."

Abby shakes her head, her eyes drift to her hands lying in your lap, fiddling with the button "It's nothing" she murmurs "It's just.... It's been a while, you know?"

And you understand. Your fingers stroke the backs of Abby's arms.

"I understand. You don't have to be nervous" you say, trying to get her to look at you "It's just us."

Abby nods. She looks at your abdomen, the way your t-shirt hugs your waist.

"If it makes you feel any better, I never did this" you whisper, and that's all it takes for Abby to look at you.

"Never?"

you deny "Never"

"What about the redheaded girl last month? You told me things happened."

You stifle a laugh, embarrassed. Now it's your turn to look away from Abby and focus on the pattern on her shirt.

"It was stupid. We didn't do anything, it scared me" you can feel her tuck an unruly lock behind your ear, her fingertips caressing your face "It was just a silly kiss."

Abby nods slowly, her gaze still on you "Okay. Okay."

Behind the library doors, women and children walk the halls, leaders give orders and soldiers disappear behind the massive doors while others return from adventures. The world is functional again.

"Do you think it's stupid?" you mutter.

"What? No" Abby denies "It's not stupid. It's fine. Besides, it's not like we have a lot of time for that kind of thing around here"

Your lips let out a chuckle. "Yeah, that's true."

Your eyes match Abby's gaze, who smiles slightly. Her smile is sweet, friendly, you can feel the warmth that is so characteristic of her, nestling between the corners of her mouth

This time she starts the kiss. This time it is calmer, less desperate, but just as passionate. Her fingers return to what concerns them, and navigate between your pants and the elastic of your underwear.

Her fingers are cold, so you stir in her lap at the sensation and Abby laughs, apologizing softly. You quickly forget about the sharp change in temperature because you have Abby where you want her most.

Even though it's been a long time since the last time, Abby is quick to pull your panties to the side and find a rhythm that has you moaning in seconds. Your lips break the kiss several times, moans seeking air and space to make themselves present.

"Is this okay?" Abby murmurs into your neck, wet kisses planting themselves on your skin.

Your hips move against her hand, desperate "Yes Abs" the hot air of your breath hits against her ear, and Abby almost lets out the most obscene sound ever uttered "Please, keep going."

Abby's free hand massages your breasts, squeezes and fondles them. Her tongue plays with the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and marking every inch.

The euphoria and pleasure of the moment makes you feel invincible, and your hand darts toward Abby's pants, unzipping them and finding her black boxers.

"What are you doing?" Abby says, choked words.

You ignore her and continue your task, reaching inside her underwear and trying to mimic the move you do to yourself on nights where your body lies too warm on the sheets of some room at the W.L.F. Your movements are clumsy, but they work wonders for Abby, who stifles her moans into your neck.

As her nature defines her, Abby is a competitive girl in every way, so when she feels an immense heat who tries to collapse her under your effects, her fingers pick up the pace and pull desperate moans from your throat.

There was no way Abby would finish before you.

"Abby" you moan, your fingers losing rhythm "Abby"

"I know."

It doesn't take too many seconds before your body shudders under Abby's control and moans and groans come out of your mouth, which you choke on her shoulder.

Pleasure blurs your vision and senses, so you can't anticipate when a trembling, whimpering Abby pulls your hand from her intimacy and her muscles contract accompanied by a long, shuddering moan.

You and her breathing evens out, both of your breasts moving to the rhythm of the beat that is their hearts tuned to the same station.

You look at her. She looks at you.

Abby thinks this ending is better than any book she's ever read.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #tlou

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junicult · 1 year

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!! what it’d be like sleeping w the bachelors

contains ; nsfw! suggestive content. fem!farmer. desc of sex. oral (m & f!receiving). fingering. creampie(s). one brief mention of spitting. brief mentions of a breeding kink. praise. lots of kissing. not proofread!

harvey.

- fuck.

- i said this once, and i’ll say it again:

- he is a doctor. he knows. what. he’s. DOING!!!!!

- the most passionate. he’s extremely focused on how you’re feeling, if you’re happy, or comfortable.

- he’s obsessed with going down on you. it’s honestly his favorite part.

- sometimes you don’t even have sex, he just goes down on you and calls it a night.

- what? you feel dirty, and gross from working on the farm all day? that’s fine, he’ll respect your wishes. but in no way would that be an issue for him.

- if anything, it makes him happier because all that tells him is you’re working hard and healthy.

- and he just wants you to be healthy.

- which is why he likes to have sex every night! it’s good for your mind, body, and soul. doctors orders!

- it’s like a part of your nightly routine. an unspoken rule you’re never opposed to unless it’s really late or you’re exhausted.

- shower sex!! i said it.

- your skin all soapy and clean, wet hair clinging to your cheeks while he fucks u against the wall. lol.

- i feel like he doesn’t really curse. it’s not that he’s against it, he just doesn’t have those words in his daily vocabulary.

- but during sex…that’s a whole new thing.

- “fuck…fuck y’feel so good.” “oh my—shit, sweetheart. just like that.”

- he’s whimpering in your ear, breath heavy on your skin.

- he bites his lower lip to keep from being too loud.

- he insists on wearing a condom. practicing safe sex is extremely important to him!

- even if you’re on birth control. and especially if you’re not ready for children yet.

- but if you are…

- phew. that’s a different story for another day.

- he’s a missionary guy. or cowgirl, but mostly missionary.

- he just likes seeing you moaning underneath him, how easily he can kiss you, and look at you.

- his aftercare is the sweetest. loves giving you massages or rubs your feet after a long day.

- makes u pee after lol.

- kisses you endlessly. his lips have touched every inch of your body.

- definitely likes to cuddle somehow. doesn’t matter, as long as he’s nearly engulfing you.

sam.

- THIS. MAN.

- he’s so cute, are u kidding?

- first and foremost: he fucking loves kissing you. constantly.

- no matter what you’re doing, how your day started, what your mood is like, whatever: he’s coming up to kiss you on the lips.

- so sex w him will always begin in a heavy makeout session.

- not only is it fun, but he’s incredibly good at it.

- hand cupping your cheek, other around your waist. his lips move so softly and sensually, making you feel like glass under his fingertips.

- loves having you on his lap, feeling you up while distracting you.

- loves the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair, your nails digging into his scalp.

- he’s a sweetheart. all about your pleasure, and what you feeling like doing.

- “are you tired? want me to run a bath, baby?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

- ngl, he kinda loves when you’re a little exhausted. he loves being able to pamper you.

- like, you immediately walk through the door sighing and throwing yourself onto the couch. he’s already giving you a kiss, and putting on his sweetest eyes to ask if you’re alright.

- he’s also a missionary fan. it’s sweet, it’s romantic. he likes looking at you during it.

- bbiiiiigggg fan of talking—although he isn’t really aware of it.

- “just like—oh my god, you’re gonna kill me.” “ngh, fuck baby…feels s’good.” “i’m gonna cum, cum with me please, pretty please?”

- he’s just talking, honestly. literally not a single cell in his brain is registering the pure porn spilling from his lips but you adore all of it.

- thank god (yoba) u live on a farm, cus he is one loud mf.

- actually whimpers when he comes. like he’s shaking, eyebrows pinching, MOANING.

- i forgot to mention but this mf LOVES hickeys. give him tons of hickeys and he’s all yours.

shane.

- a slut🤷‍♀️

- he’s had experience. like plenty of it, and despite those years of his life being behind him, he still knows what he’s doing.

- cups ur jaw while kissing you.

- may or may not spit in ur mouth once or twice. idk.

- doggystyle!!!!!!!!!!! lol

- something about the way your ass looks with your hair balled into his fist makes him literally such a mf slut.

- tugging you back so he can groan in your ear.

- “feels so fucking good. gonna cum f’me? yeah? g’na do that?”

- literally has you panting, with tears welling in your eyes.

- probably changes positions like five times per round. he just can’t decide which one you look better in.

- big fan of counter sex, or couch sex.

- looovvesss cowgirl.

- hands around your waist or your thighs, using minimal strength to help you bounce on his cock.

- he can’t stop watching the soft bounce of your tits, and the way your head hangs while you’re moaning.

- will absolutely bully into you if he thinks you’re going too slow, or if you get tired.

- cums inside of u (shocking).

- or on your back, depending on which position or if you want him to.

- tips his head back, his eyebrows pinching and he lets out a low groan while he finishes.

- takes him a solid like 3 mins to catch his breath.

- his aftercare consists of feeling you up, kissing you softly. he’ll almost always offer you a glass of water, but will absolutely pass out afterwards.

- he has enough stamina to give you multiple rounds, but once he’s finished he’s knocked out LMFAOO

sebastian.

- not super experienced.

- he’s not a virgin, but with how little he’s had sex, he’s still new to a lot of things.

- he’s a big fan of being guided. like, tell him what you want, what you like, and he’s on it🫡

- LOVES eating you out, especially when he’s doing it right and he gets to see your reactions.

- but he also loves when you go down on him.

- he becomes this little shell of himself, his face beat red and his hands trying to cover his flushed face. he’s gnawing on his lower lip, trying his best not to moan and whine but ofc it’s not working.

- once he’s too distracted to care what he looks like, his hands are immediately grabbing onto the sheets and pillows, literally anything nearby.

- the first time you ever gave him head…he came in 10 seconds.

- was so fucking embarrassed. literally still cringes when he thinks abt it.

- despite you reassuring him that it didn’t bother you at all, and you’re actually really flattered by it.

- but yeah, anyways,

- when it comes to fucking, he likes when you’re on top.

- so any form of cowgirl, he’s your guy.

- he’s not so much vocal as he is with just panting.

- like, he’s not going to talk to you, save for the occasional, “you feel so good,” but he’s absolutely not dead silent.

- mf is a whimperer. he gets so easily flustered, of course he’s hiding his face from your devious grin.

- he likes fingering you.

- he’s got long, thin, pale fingers that he doesn’t rly know what to do with, so when you help him out he’s all kinds of excited.

- will never forget when he made you cum on his fingers for the first time. literally gives him such an ego boost, especially when you praise him.

- now he makes fingering a never-forget step while having sex with you.

- aftercare is usually just cuddling after he forces u to pee cus u know ya’ll are strictly using the pull out method lmfao.

alex.

- he’s the kind of bf that smacks ur ass when ur walking past him.

- probably pretends to hit on you when he runs into u in public.

- like, “whoa, you’re cute. we should hangout sometime,” while ur literally getting groceries for the two of u to eat.

- i digress.

- he’s so mf affectionate. his hands are never leaving your waist if he’s anywhere near you.

- especially when you come in after finishing up work, and you feel all gross but he’s swooning from the sight of u.

- “hi, baby. how was work?”

- running his hands up your shirt and pressing kisses all along the side of your neck.

- aka (he’s horny).

- he’s gentle with you, especially if you’re tired and had a bad day. he’s just pressing his soft lips on your skin while you recap what made you so upset, nodding and humming along.

- “anything i can do to make you feel better?” and he doesn’t ask with ulterior motives, he does want you to feel better, but he’ll never say no if you want to have sex.

- if you’re exhausted, or tired but you still wanna do something—well he’s fingering u.

- will probably eat u out, but he’s making u cum on his fingers mostly.

- coaxes you through it.

- “mm, yeah i know, baby. just let it out.”

- haha.

- wall sex enthusiast.

- or even the mating press.

- just so he can show off his strength, his arms hooked underneath your legs while he fucks you sobbing.

- STAMINA!!!!!!!!!!

- this man can go for rounds after rounds after ROUNDSSS on end.

- you’re panting, catching your breath once he starts kissing you slowly again, and you’re back to whining.

- “c’mon sweetheart. i know you can do it. you can give me one more, right? just one?”

- such a little bastard i fear.

- his aftercare is just extensive amounts of praise, and kissing, and holding you. he’s asking if you need anything.

- falls asleep while keeping you caged against him.

elliot.

- vocal vocal vocal vocal vocal.

- sex with him is nothing but romantic.

- i’m talking holding hands, cupping your cheek, kissing your lips so passionately while he’s so extremely gentle.

- he’ll never be rough with you, i’m sorry. he’s just not that kind of guy.

- master at praise.

- “so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous i love you so much.” “feels so good my love, ‘m so close,”

- imagine him putting his hair into like a little bun and loose strands are just falling out, framing his face while he makes love to u.

- cus y’all know he’s not fucking u😭

- once again, we have a pussy eating connoisseur.

- tug on his hair while he’s going down on u. do it.

- his arms wrapped around your hips holding your legs still, face delved between your thighs for however long you need him to be / how long he wants to be.

- i’m here to tell you that if elliot’s had a bad day, he’s eating you out to make him feel better.

- doesn’t care what you were doing, if you haven’t showered yet, he literally doesn’t care.

- …missionary enthusiast too.

- i’m sorry but they all are 😓

- he’ll literally never degrade you. even if you want him to, i promise you he’ll try, but he just can’t.

- a firm believer that you should come at least two or three times before he does.

- loves to see you blissed out underneath him before he even thinks about cumming.

- his aftercare is so perfect. he’s getting you water, rubbing your sore muscles, running a bath if you need it.

- without a doubt cuddling. ofc.

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xas24 · 7 months

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flowers for my lady ~ pedri

summary: as pedri is away for a while, y/n doesn’t expect to receive flowers ever so often.

it all started with their first date, where pedri had found out how much y/n loves flowers; any type of flower, whether it be big, small, pink, blue, anything she adores it. it was a part of nature and flowers had always brought her positivity and happiness - ever since she was young, her father used to buy her flowers everyday, when he’d come back from work.

when she told him that, pedri thought it was so sweet and adorable, and since then not a day went by where y/n wouldn’t receive a flower from him. they were always together most days so when she would greet him with a kiss to his lips, he would greet her with a flower held between his fingers.

and y/n was always such a blushing mess. she couldn’t hold back the shyness that seemed to overtake her emotions whenever her boyfriend would reveal another flower to her. pedri would sport that famous smile he always flashed around and y/n would melt right on the spot because how is he real, and so handsome, and so hers.

how is it that he cares so much about her that he carries on her fathers little tradition of bringing her flowers everyday? how does he remember to get one everyday? how does he just know what flowers she would be in the mood of receiving today?

these were all questions that ran around in her mind when this started to become a daily thing; about six months into their relationship.

“it’s because i love you.” he answered, with a sneaky smile on his lips, one evening while they were lounging around on the couch.

she huffed and dropped her head onto his shoulder, “pedriii, answer the question properly.” she whined.

“i am! what, i can’t bring my girlfriend flowers everyday just because i love her?”

“you can but- it’s just.. how do you remember to bring them every single day?”

his smile then turned into a grin and he leaned forward, planting a tender kiss to her forehead.

“it’s because i think about you every single day.”

and it just became their thing yet she wouldn’t have it any other way.

however, when pedri had to leave for a week with his football club, y/n was quite devastated that his little flower hobby would be put on hold. accepting her fate and after staring at the small bouquet of lilies he had given her just before he left a few hours ago, y/n went to bed with a loving smile on her face, thinking about him.

•••

it was a sunday. the one day where she could rest and sleep in and do whatever she wanted for the day with no excessive chores to rush to get done. the one thing she didn’t want was the doorbell ringing at eight in the morning, when she was just enjoying a quite nice dream about her boyfriend, who was currently miles away from her.

she didn’t get up on the first ring, still trying to grubbily rub the sleep out of her eyes. it rang a second and third time and she groaned out of annoyance before frustratingly padding her way to the front door.

she opened it and there was a woman with a bright smile on her face. god, it was too early for this she thought, whilst trying to tame her messy hair.

“hola!” the woman grinned.

“hola.” y/n gave her a tired, tight lipped smile before her eyes fell on the bouquet of roses she held in her hand. her brows furrowed and then she was being given the bouquet.

the woman didn’t say anything as y/n confusedly took it from her hands and then she was walking off. the girl stared at her figure retreating down the hallway, and when she turned the corner, y/n came back in and closed the door.

“weird.” she mumbled. her eyes fell onto the little card tag attached to the brown paper, a small white tag with a light pink heart on it. when she noticed the handwriting, she instantly knew. there was no denying it and her heart practically leaped out of its place.

flores para mi señora, it read in his familiar, scruffy handwriting. (flowers for my lady)

her lips pulled into a pout and her whole body buzzed with warmth. there was no way he actually did this, planned this just for her.

her fingers excitedly opened the card and her eyes took in every single curve and letter of his words.

did you think i would stop just because im miles away from you right now? i love you, mi amor. it’s been a day but i miss you so stop crying and text me right now.

she laughed to herself, of course he knew she would tear up at the sight of this. he could read her like the back of his hand, even when he wasn’t here.

she was blushing, crying, laughing whilst holding the little card close to her chest and staring down at the gorgeous red roses. he continues to amaze her every single day and her love for him just keeps on growing, she can’t handle it all anymore.

with a heavy heart, teary eyes and messy hair, y/n runs to her room to grab her phone and text her boyfriend. the bouquet of roses still in her hold, she already knew she’d be receiving a lot more over the next week and she couldn’t wait.

#barça #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #imagine #pedri imagine #pedri barça #pedri x y/n

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pablitogavii · 10 months

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Holaa!!1)I wanted to say that I love your account,like im in love,and 2)just wanted to ask you if you can do something like "A day at the beach" with Pablo and his friends

Send you a lot of hugs💋💕🧸Have a good day/evening/night

I will incorporate this old request with a story I had in mind so I hope you like it anon <33 Also, congrats to Mikky and Frankie on the baby on the way!! SO CUTE!!

Baby Fever

We went to the beach to meet Mikky and Frankie after arriving to Barcelona a few days ago from vacation. I still remember Pablo's shocked face when he read Frankie's message about becoming a dad and his blushed cheeks when he told me the news.

Ever since I started dating Pablo, Mikky became my best friend and we spent a lot of times together from games to sleepovers when boys traveled so I knew before Frankie found out and I was really happy for her.

"Hey guys!!" you and Pablo walked to where they were on the beach and Pablo high fived Frankie while you hugged Mikky looking down at her not so small baby bump.

"Can I?" you asked politely knowing that not everyone is comfortable but she took your hand and placed it on her stomach making you smile wide. You haven't noticed Pablo looking at you while touching the stomach his heart letting when he saw your bright smile.

"How are you amiga?" you asked her as you both sat down and started chatting about everything that happened while you were not together while the boys went to the water chatting about their own things.

Pablo couldn't stop thinking about your hand on Mikky's stomach and that beautiful smile on your face. He couldn't stop imagining seeing you with the baby bump one day..carrying his child..and he just continued spiriling with those thoughts for the rest of the day.

"Um..hermano? Can I ask you something personal??" Pablo asked while he and Frankie were standing by the grill and the two of you left for a little walk by the water.

"Sure! What's up Pablo?" Frankie said noticing his friend getting a little shy about it but still determined to ask whatever was on his mind.

"When did you know that she was ready for it?" Pablo asked and Frankie chuckled a little at the youngster.

"Why? You want Y/n to give you a baby now??" he meant it as a joke but when he saw Pablo's cheeks getting redder he knew he hit the bullseye.

"Holy shit! You do! Then just talk to her..ask what she thinks about it. It's their choice because they have to go through it all and we are there to help with everything else" Frankie said and Pablo nodded listening careful to older man's advice.

"What are you guys talking about??" I asked after snaking my arms around Pablo's waist from behind wondering what got him so embarrassed. He rarely ever blushed so whatever it was made me curious.

"Nothing, amor! Let's set the table" Pablo said grabbing my hand and pulling me with him while carrying paper plates while Frankie and Mikky stayed behind together.

"Aren't they cute amor??" Pablo said watching Frankie put his hand on Mikky's stomach while kissing the top of her head. Pablo couldn't help imagining himself doing the same thing to me..and he wanted it to happen soon too!

"Mhm..so cute..but she is dealing with so much daily" I said noticing that Pablo's mood changed since then as it made him think it wasn't something I wanted.

"It was so much fun hanging with you guys today! Take care amiga and you better take care of them!" I said kissing both of them and Pablo did as well before we drove back home. Pablo was quiet the rest of the evening.

"Are you hungry Pablito?" I asked from the kitchen but he was still quiet while scrolling on his phone. Was he giving me a silent treatment??

"Pablo? Que pasa? You started acting all moody out of nowhere?" I sat next to him on the couch and he finally puts his phone away looking at me.

"I want you to give me.." he started but meeting my eyes he gulped not knowing how to properly say it or weather I would freak out once he does.

"I'll give you anything if that means I won't have to deal with moody Pablo anymore.." I chuckled not really thinking he had something very much serious in mind right now.

"A baby.." he finished his sentence and I sobered up raising my eyebrows while looking at him with a shocked face.

"Amor?" I said wondering weather he was joking or if I just heard him wrong..he wanted a baby?

"I know you don't want to have my baby..which is why I'm sad..because you're the only woman I want to have my baby..but it's your choice and I.." he started rambling and in order to shut him up from speaking nonsense I kissed him strongly.

"When did I say I didn't want to have your baby Pablo??" I ask after we pulled away and he gave me a big smile while pulling me onto his lap.

"So..so you want a baby too?? We can start making it right now!" he said kissing my neck but I pulled away knowing this is not something that should be rushed and had to be talked about first.

"Amor..we should talk about this first..having a baby is a big responsibility and something that shouldn't be rushed" I remind him

always being the voice of reason since he was very much impulsive.

"But..but..I want a baby..and I want to touch your bump like Frankie did with Mikky today!" he said with slightly blushing cheeks and you chuckled kissing his adorable face.

"Amor..they are older than us..and your season starts soon. We need to think about this before we make a decision..alright?" you say and he pouts making you sigh and kiss his bottom lip.

"I don't want to rush you princesa..I want you to be ready..and knowing that you want it too makes me happy..makes me excited for when we decide it is the right time" he spoke and you smiled nodding your head and kissing his lips lovingly.

"But I think it's adorable that you have a baby fever Pablito.." you tease him making him blush more and kiss your neck while holding you close.

"I just know you will be an amazing mom..and I can't stop thinking about you with a belly with my baby inside of you"he said into your skin and you felt yourself getting turned on by those thoughts as well.

"Amor.." you started grinding on him and he smirked holding your hips against his bulge and getting closer to his ear.

"Who has a baby fever now princesa??" he said making your face completely red while carrying you to your shared bedroom ;))

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #pablogavixreaderfluff #pablogavixreadersmut #gavi x yn #gavi x you #gavi x vini #gavi x reader

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binniebakery · 2 months

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🇲🇪🇱🇹🇮🇳🇬 🇵🇴🇮🇳🇹 ☔

Non Idol AU Best Friend!Soobin x Gn!Reader Friends to lovers, Fluff! Summary♡: Today was the day Soobin was going to confess to you, but what happens when the plan he had meticulously planned out falls apart (literally) right in front of him? Warnings♡: Soobin describes reader as pretty, mutual pinning, tooth rotting fluff! lmk if I missed anything ♡ A/N♡: I put my heart n soul into this fic.. this was kinda based off of two songs I've been listening to teehee. I really was in a soft mood so please enjoy! ♡ (also new fic layout..ish? do we likeee?~ heh)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Melting Point" By Zerobaseone

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Amusement Park" By Baekhyun

0:09 ━●────────── 2:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

-------˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹------- You rubbed your hands together against the harsh cold. Smiling as you watched your breath swirled around the air in front of your face. He should be here in about..

Your phone read 6:05 pm.

Two minutes. You thought to yourself as you rocked back and forth on your heels. Soobin always arrived two minutes after his ‘almost there!’ text. You knew him like the back of your hand. You watched as the crowd around you began to pick up in speed to beat the oncoming weather, hearing the cars whirring by and the sound of thunder in the distance. You sigh sticking your hand out to feel for any incoming droplets.

Hopefully, Soobin brought an umbrella because you were for sure about to get soaked by the looks of those heavy clouds rolling in. Meanwhile, just around the block, a six-foot large male is huffing as his footsteps slam against the ground. Anyone walking by could easily tell that this boy was on a mission, running as if his life depended on it. Said boy receiving multiple stares as he frantically ran through the busy sidewalk, struggling to open the large umbrella in his hand.

Today was the day he was going to confess to you. Everything that Soobin had kept to himself for the entirety of your friendship was now going to pour out of him and he prays will finally reach you.

You were smart! He knows that for a fact, but you somehow always managed to completely misunderstand Soobin’s indirect confessions and (quite awkward) methods of hinting that he was utterly in love with you.

Soobin tried to look his best for the occasion, he really did! But alas, in an attempt to pick the perfect outfit, time slipped by and he was running late to pick you up from work. This was your usual daily routine. Soobin leaves his job at the comic book store at 4 and heads home to change so he can pick you up from your shift at the local bakery.

A straight thirty minutes from his house to your job but of course he never minded. He was never late to pick you up so you two could head to your favorite arcade to unwind after work. No matter how many times you would protest about the long journey, Soobin always made it his job as your best friend to ensure you were safe. Soobin wanted to spend every second he could with you, therefore he was never late.

That is until today.

Soobin sees your figure from afar, shifting side to side, humming to yourself as you happily daydream about whatever first comes to your mind. After all, you could be a needle in a haystack and he’d always manage to find you. Your aura was just that strong, it always pulled him in like a magnet.

As he watches your pretty head deep in thought, Soobin approaches you wondering what you could be pondering about. Probably thinking about dinner, he chuckles to himself and he rapidly makes his way over to you.

“Y/n! I– I’m here! Sorry if I– if I made you w– wait!” Soobin panted as his large body bent over to catch his breath after sprinting like a madman from the train station to the bakery. He was never that athletic really, but best believe he would run across the whole city if it was for you.

“Binnie! Are you okay?” You chuckled as you pat his back, offering to hold his umbrella for him while he recovered from his marathon.

“Y- yeah! Jesus, I think I just burst a l- lung” Soobin coughs and grins shyly, adorable dimples on show.

You smile endearingly at the tall boy, those dimples were always your weak point. Soobin knew that too and would always use it against you. Anytime he wanted to convince you to do anything, all he had to do was pull that innocent smile and you were immediately whipped.

“You look nice today ‘bin!” You giggle as you ruffle the top of his head. Soobin and his now red ears immediately stand up fully and quickly attempt to fix his hair. He tried so hard this morning to fix it just the way you liked it! Bangs, pushed aside to show just the right amount of his forehead.

‘It makes you look like a drama actor!’ You’d exclaim, cheeks flushed because he really did look good, almost too good. Soobin wore his hair like that more often, but you always made sure he knew that his long bangs almost covering his gentle eyes were your favorite look from him. There was something soft and tender when his hair was messily fluffed around his handsome face.

Like when he just finished 3 rounds of your arcade’s intense dancing game, or when you were in your room lying on the floor laughing about everything and anything, or even now, hair slightly disheveled from the marathon he had just run.

He was always a sight to see.

“You um.. ready to go?” Soobin clears his throat, looking away in an attempt to hide his reddening ears from the way your gaze just eats through his self-control. It took everything in his power to not just pull you in and kiss you right then and there.

“Yeah! Let’s go~” You chirp, and before you march out of the safety of your bakery’s foyer, Soobin grabs your wrist and gently pulls you back to him.

“Hey, did you forget that it’s starting to rain? Let me cover us first silly,” Soobin takes the umbrella from your hand and holds it above you both, but not before he gifts you a flick to your forehead.

“Ow- okay sorry!” You look up and realize that it has in fact started drizzling. You laugh at your silliness (this totally wasn’t because you realize Soobin has your brain turning to mush and you can’t focus on what's going on around you) and to Soobin, it’s like the gates of heaven have opened. He thinks, no he knows, that he could spend the rest of his life hearing you laugh like that.

Your walk to the arcade continues, and Soobin relishes every second he gets to feel your warm body close to his. Just not close enough.

But today is different, Soobin had a plan.

As the rain got heavier Soobin began to feel more antsy, although he hadn’t planned for the rain he was not going to let it stop him from giving you the ultimately perfect confession you deserved.

Part one of his plan: Pick you up from work. Was a success.

Part two: Stop by the flower shop on your way to the arcade.

Soobin had called a week prior, begging the owner to preserve your favorite color and favorite flowers to make the perfect arrangement for this day exactly. Everything was paid for and all he had to do was show up with the qr code on his phone, then boom! The next part of his plan would be set in motion.

Part three: Confess in front of the arcade. The place where you first hung out together, and you and Soobin’s favorite spot to hang.

As you approach the flower shop, Soobin’s heart races quicker and he begins to question if he’s able to do this confession after all. You just looked too perfect next to him, and things were already perfect the way they were. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship and close bond you both had if you didn’t feel the same.

“One sec y/n, I gotta stop here and grab an order for my mom,” Soobin hands you the umbrella as he hops inside the shop. The perfect plan to surprise you in front of the arcade.

Soobin quickly exits with the bouquet and you remain completely oblivious to his plan. Perfect.

“Oh..! Your mom has such lovely taste!” You coo and Soobin holds the flowers away from you, he was not going to let you sneak in a peek at the card he had written for you.

“Mhm, doesn’t she? Sorry for keeping you waiting, let's go” Soobin smiles and takes the umbrella from you once again. You feel your cheeks warm up as you continue your walk at how he always managed to be the biggest gentleman.

Luck was not on Soobin’s side today. The universe may as well have just struck him with lightning and he’d be happier with the outcome.

For the split second Soobin decides to adjust his coat, having his arm hold the bouquet just out of the umbrella’s cover, rain began to pour

The flowers were completely drenched.

“No–!” He exclaims and you gasp. “Oh no! Are they ruined?” You hold your breath as Soobin inspects the flowers.

“Yeah.. they’re ruined..” He sighed. Of course this happens, first his hair doesn’t want to cooperate this morning, he runs late because he couldn’t decide on an outfit, it rains, and now the flowers he got you are completely destroyed. Including the card!

You two had just arrived at the arcade. Soobin wants nothing more than to just curl up in a drain and let himself rot.

“I’m sorry Soobin.. Should we go back? I can pay for new flowers for her!” You tilt your head and Soobin just wants to hold you by the cheeks and kiss your forehead at how sweet and caring you were. You were an angel sent from heaven just for him.

No. Soobin wasn’t going to just let this dumb weather ruin his perfect confession. He was going to persevere. He was going to confess to you today no matter what happens.

“Y/n, look I need to tell you– wait look out!”

Soobin grabs you by the arm, pulling you in as quickly as he could. A car zooms by, driving slightly too close to the sidewalk and almost completely drenching you.

Soobin was never athletic– Soobin was never lucky– Soobin was always a stuttery, clumsy mess around you, but maybe this moment wasn’t about that.

Soobin pulls you in, umbrella perfectly positioned to save you from being drenched.

He doesn’t realize how hard he’s pulling and you fall perfectly into his chest, your hand reaching over his grabbing the umbrella for leverage. You look up at Soobin, eyes wide and face a perfect pink.

Ah serendipity, maybe luck was on Soobin’s side today after all.

Soobin was on a rollercoaster. Heart ready to escape from his chest and climb into you, squeezing itself through to be one with yours.

His heart was like an amusement park for you to enjoy anytime you wanted. He’d wait for you patiently, arm open for you to hang on to. He’d take you over to the Ferris wheel made just for you, show you the intricate threads that made up the thoughts and dreams that connected his heart to hopefully one day, yours. You’d have all the sweets you wanted, churros, cotton candy, and ice cream mixed with all your favorite flavors. He just needed you to turn in the ticket for free admission.

Why was he so in love with you?

Just the warmth of your fingertips was enough for the angels to sing their finest hymns. Your touch sent electricity jolting up his arm and down his chest right into his poor beating heart.

Could you feel it? The way his heart pounded by just feeling your mere touch. How long had he wished for something like this?

“Y/n.. Look, the flowers– They were for you! And today’s just been the worst..” Soobin is stumbling over his words but he’s more than desperate for you to finally hear him, to finally know what he’s felt for you. “ I- I like you! As more than a friend..! No– I love you!”

You feel your heart burst into fireworks as you stare into Soobin’s eyes. You stare at each other for a few seconds but it feels like years.

“I..” Your words get caught on the way out. You had loved him for so long, and although you and Soobin weren’t together your whole lives it had always felt that way.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, connecting your lips together.

Soobin is utterly shocked and drops the umbrella to the ground and places his hands gently on your waist. The effort you both made to stay dry now in vain as you two were now drenched but it didn’t matter.

It was as if every clover he had found, every dandelion he blew, every star he wished on, every prayer he mumbled had been redeemed the moment you pulled away and looked up at him with a gaze that just poured out unconditional love and affection. He just felt that lucky to have you in his life.

He knew your answer without you even opening your mouth. After all, who else could read your mind better than him?

You let out a soft and cheery laugh as you gently caress one of Soobin’s blushing ears.

This was his melting point. It was all like a scene out of one of the sappy romance animes you watched together. The moment was ethereal compared to anything either of you had ever dreamed of. His soul felt as if it dripping into yours under the cold rainy sky. Your warmth enveloped him and Soobin completely believes he could have stayed like this with you forever.

And with the way he pulls you in for another kiss, you could have just remained that way.

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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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Meet Me Halfway Part 2

AN: Let’s GOOOOOO

Synopsis: Once Jack made his intentions clear to you, it was too late and you needed to put some distance in between the two of you not wanting to get hurt any longer. He finally confesses why he did what he did, but is it enough for you to give him a second chance?

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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It had been about a week and Urban knew that something was wrong with his best friend no matter how many times he would brush him off. He knew Jack like the back of his hand and could tell what kind of mood that he was in and it was only a matter of time before he broke down and told him so he decided to confront him about it first.

They had just finished a match at Mockingbird Valley when he finally cornered him because as far as Urban could see, this had gone on long enough. .

“That’s it. What the hell is wrong with you and don’t say nothing is wrong because it isn’t true.” Urban blurted out and it was taking everything for Jack to keep it together.

“Y/N.” He simply answered without expanding or giving more of an explanation.

“Oh, what about her? How’s she doing? Did you make her your girlfriend yet because I don’t know why the fuck it’s taking you so long. We literally all have bets on when it’s going to happen and your mother started it, but don’t tell her I told you that.” Normally, Jack would have laughed but in that moment, he knew that he fucked up and that you even speaking to him was probably never going to happen again.

He didn’t know what he was going to do without you. It had only been a week and he honestly felt like his life was already falling apart. You had been a part of his daily routine for almost two years, so the fact that it wasn’t the case anymore was obviously going to bother him.

Once you left out of the hotel suite in Paris, Jack simply sat on the bed and played with the Cartier bracelet that he had gifted you and sitting in silence.

You had given it back and left without another word no matter how many times he told you to keep it.

He bought it for you and it was yours.

There was no way in hell he was about to give it to someone else.

Tears escaped his eyes when it hit him that this was all his fault and that he should have told you sooner.

But one thing that he couldn’t believe was that you thought that he didn’t love you which couldn’t be further from the truth.

He did love you.

He was in love with you even though he definitely didn’t go about it in the best way. When you mentioned that all he did was take and kept going, he had a realization.

You would do anything for him and you would drop whatever you were doing if he said that he needed you. He did spoil you to no end, but what he failed to do was give you that same treatment in return. He had been selfish and was only focused on his well-being while not even bothering to look at the entire picture to see that you were in fact hurting too.

Hurting because of him.

Which is the last thing that he ever wanted to happen.

“She… well… we basically had a break up.”

“Break ups are for people who were in relationships. It was your fault, I already know, but go on.”

“URB!”

“What?! Only telling the truth!”

“She got fed up with me because I’m scared to commit to her.”

“And did you tell her why?”

“No.” Jack quietly muttered while scratching the back of his neck.

“What the hell? Why not?! That was the perfect opportunity for you to tell her. Y/N is amazing and she’s not going to hurt you like that other girl that we don’t speak of.”

“I’ve been blowing up her phone nonstop and leaving messages and she won’t give me the time of day.”

“I’m actually surprised she stayed this long. That girl loves you and you love her. Anyone can see that. You let her get away and it’s no one’s fault but yours.”

“Do you think you could talk to her for me? I’m out of ideas and don’t know what to do.”

“Me talking to her is supposed to do what exactly? It seems like her mind is made up. HOLD ON, this happened while you two were in Paris?! I thought this was the trip where you were supposed to ask her to be your girlfriend! Cartier bracelet, anyone? That shit we had to search around for for months!”

“I was supposed to but then… I asked her to come on tour with me instead. I got nervous.”

“You have got to be the biggest dumbass I know.” Urban answered while hanging his head and all Jack did was sigh.

“From that point on, her entire demeanor changed and we got into this huge argument. She gave me the bracelet back too.”

“Can you blame her? You’ve been stringing her along for almost two years and she finally realized that she deserved better. We all told you to tell her how you felt.”

“But, she’s mine! She’s my girl and no one else’s. Where the hell is she about to find someone better that does all the shit that I do for her? I only saw my future with her and no one else! I don’t want anyone else!”

“Oh, is that so? So, where’s your girl now?” Urban asked while taking in the surroundings and throwing up his hands in disbelief.

“She blocked me on everything. My next move was to DM her from my other instagram.”

“It is going to take some sort of miracle for her to talk to you again and forgive you. Man the fuck up and tell her how you feel.��

“But, what if it’s too late?”

“As long as your ass is breathing, it’s never too late. However, if it is, you have no one to put this on but you. That girl would do anything for you and you took advantage of that shit. But I mean you do crazy things for the people you love. Just… if she ends up giving you a second chance, I will kick your ass myself if you mess up again, best friend or not and I know your mother will help me. Now, if you want her back so badly, go to her.”

“Will you come with me for backup?”

“I’m coming with you for one reason and one reason only. To get those raspberry cheesecake cookies she makes. Let me text her now to ask her if she’ll make some for me. I’ll tell her I have a photoshoot to do in Atlanta and ask her if it’s okay to come by and see her. The two of you better get back together for all this unnecessary stress you’re putting me through.”

Jack was anxious the entire flight and getting on Urban’s nerves. It was to the point where when they finally touched down in Atlanta, he was the last person that he wanted to be around, however, one thing that he was always going to do was support his best friend. Your boutique wasn’t far from the airport and Jack was getting more and more nervous as they got closer.

It was now or never.

“Y/N!” Urban exclaimed as he told Jack to walk a few steps behind him and let him enter the boutique first just in case to soften you up.

“Hi, Urby.” You quietly answered as you reached up to hug him.

“Y/N…. Please don’t take this the wrong way. Only telling you this because I care about you, but honestly? You look the same way Jack does. Like absolute shit.”

“It’s going to take some time, but I’ll be okay. Here let me grab your cookies from the back, hold on.”

Once you came back out, you handed the container to him, but you felt like he wanted to say something else with how nervous he looked. That could only mean one thing and you immediately sighed knowing where this was going.

“You brought him with you didn’t you?” You asked and Urban didn’t get a chance to answer because you heard his voice from behind you.

“Y/N, baby, please talk to me.”

“Welp, that’s my cue. Thanks for the cookies, Y/N, and Jack I’ll be outside.”

“URBY!”

“Talk to your man.” He responded as he was stuffing one of the cookies in his mouth and walked out the door.

"Y/N, come on. Are you just about to ignore me forever?"

You muttered a quiet "fuck" under your breath before turning around to be face to face with the one and only Jack.

Urban wasn’t lying, both of you looked like absolute shit.

"If that's what it takes then yes. One less headache that I have to deal with." You answered him while shrugging.

It was taking everything in you not to reach up and hug him so you took a few steps back so that you wouldn’t be tempted.

You should have known that this would be one of the first places he looked when you decided to stop answering him since Atlanta was like a second home to you and this was where you would spend most of your time.

"I.. you know how much you mean to me."

"Do I? I don't think I was asking for too much, but at the very least, I deserve an explanation. I don't only want half of you, I want all of you or nothing."

"You have me!"

"No, I have the idea of you being a hopeless romantic who is scared as hell over his own feelings. You literally do everything that someone does in a relationship with me, but…. you just expect to string me along like it's nothing!? But oh, I mean so much to you, right?"

"Babe…"

"Don't call me that unless you mean it and right now I don't know if you do."

“I do mean it and I do love you! I’m in fucking love with you!”

“Jack, just leave me alone. I’m tired of this.”

“That’s all you have to say?!”

“It took you how long in order to be able to tell me that?!”

“I was scared, okay! I…. I know you aren’t like her, but… I…. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we got into a relationship that ended with both of us being hurt. You don’t deserve that.”

“But we weren’t even in a relationship and you ended up hurting me anyway.”

“I thought that if we did everything without the title, it would be easier for me to move on just in case you didn’t want to be around me anymore. Now saying this outloud, it literally makes no fucking sense, but this is where my mind was! I wouldn’t be able to take getting cheated on and used again. I know you wouldn’t do that to me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you along the way, but I did! And I don’t want to be without you. Please just give me another chance. I will do anything for you to forgive me. You’re it, you’re it for me. The wife that I always envisioned was you. You were never a placeholder because you were already in your rightful place.”

“Jack…”

“Please, baby. One more chance? I promise everything will be different this time around.”

“Stop calling me that because I’m not your baby.”

“But….”

“I… I need time away from you. What you just told me was a lot to digest and I… I love you but you already knew that. Right now, I can’t give you an answer.”

“Y/N…” Jack once again felt his eyes brim with tears and once you noticed, you quickly followed suit.

“I don’t want to simply tell you no just because I’m mad at you because that wouldn’t be fair. I need time to think about it.”

“Well, how much time?”

“I don’t know, Jackman. But only being away from you for one week is not enough. I can definitely tell you that.”

“That’s fair.” Jack responded and wiped away his tears with his sleeve seeing as his eyes were now red and they matched perfectly with yours.

“I just thought this would have played out differently.” You quickly said and Jack simply nodded.

You had seen Jack cry plenty of times before, but this… this was different simply because he was crying over you. That was the last thing that you had ever wanted to happen.

“Just.. whenever you’re ready I’ll be here. But um, here.” Jack simply placed his house key in your hands and you started to shake your head, but he wouldn’t take it back from you.

“No, ba–, sorry, Y/N, keep it. Because when you’re ready to give me an answer, you’ll know where to find me. Even if we don’t end up being together like I want us to be, you’re still my person and my safe haven. I meant it when I said that I’m always going to be here for you. I’m sorry that I hurt you and I’m sorry that I hurt us.”

Now, both of you were full blown crying in the middle of your boutique and you were happy that you didn’t have any customer appointments at the moment. The next one wasn’t for another hour and that would give you enough time to get yourself together.

You simply nodded as Jack stepped closer to you and he was actually surprised that you didn’t move away.

He placed a kiss on your forehead before quietly leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I love you and I’ll be waiting for you. No matter how long it takes.”

When you had gotten home that night, you were laying down in your bedroom, playing with the key in your hands.

You could leave and get on a plane right now

But no, you had to take your time to think about this and think about what would be the best thing for you.

You were pissed, hurt, but the love you had for Jack wasn’t going to go away overnight and truth be told you didn’t want it to.

He said no matter how long it takes.

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Jack was determined to keep himself busy in hopes of getting his mind off of you, but it just wasn’t working out in his favor.

Urban thought him getting ready to go on tour would be the perfect distraction, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

When he was around others, he was putting on a good front and not letting anyone catch on to the fact that he was definitely in a depressive state, but he had to keep going no matter how much all he wanted to do was lay in his bed and think about you all day.

Performing did help and it let him put his focus elsewhere at least for a few hours, but when it was over it was right back to square one.

And that’s when PG definitely noticed something was wrong.

They were reaching the end of tour and with the last show being in Atlanta, Jack was hoping that you would show up.

He let his team know if you were to magically appear and attend any of his shows to let you through with no problem.

There were a total of three shows left and you hadn’t shown up once, but he was still holding out hope. Any time he had an event in Atlanta, you always made sure to show up and support him.

You had unblocked him on everything although the two of you really weren’t communicating often. The last thing Jack wanted to do was for you to feel as if he was smothering you.

“Yo, where’s your girl?” 2fo finally asked, seeing as it’s been awhile since he had mentioned you when he would normally talk about you all the time.

“We’re not really talking right now.” Jack quietly answered while taking another swig of his sparkling water.

“Oh?” Shloob said while looking over at him in disbelief.

“She um, she wanted some space from me so that’s what I gave her.”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s plenty of other girls. But I mean, there’s really no one like her and she is the whole package but….”

“Shloob, I get it.” Jack said not wanting for him to go on any further.

“Look, she’ll come around. She loves you and all of us can tell.”

“Yeah, but I probably waited too late to tell her the same thing in return.”

Just then Jack's heart skipped a beat when he saw that he had a text from you and immediately opened it.

You- Just wanted to wish you luck for your show tonight. Been seeing little clips from the entire tour and I’m so proud of you. We’ll talk soon.

Jack- Thank you, I appreciate it. Have you been okay?

You- I’ve been making it. Take care of yourself, Jackman.

“She’s done with me.” Jack exclaimed while throwing his phone to the side of the couch and Urban immediately picked it up to see what he was talking about.

“What the? How the hell did you get that from a simple text message?” He asked while looking over what you had sent him.

“Take care of yourself? She might as well had left me blocked for all of that.”

“Your ass is reading entirely too much into this. And you’re about to give yourself a coronary with how worked up you’re getting over this. Take this as a victory, she unblocked you and she’s texting you back. And the first thing she says is that the two of you will talk soon.”

“She doesn’t want to be with me. Not after everything I did, or didn’t do in this case. And I don’t have anyone to blame but myself.”

“And answer Maggie because she asked me why you’ve been dodging answering questions about Y/N when she asks. You know she already has her outfit picked out for when the two of you get married.”

“Well, she’ll definitely be disappointed when I tell her that it’s probably never going to happen.”

“Maggie is definitely going to kick your ass because she already calls Y/N her daughter. Hmm, maybe she can marry Clay instead so that way she’ll still be in the family.”

“Don’t start.”

“It was just a suggestion!”

“A suggestion that’s about to get your ass kicked.”

“Don’t get mad at us because you fucked your girl over no matter how many times we told you to tell her how you feel.”

“We have to be real with you. Been that way since day one and that’s not about to change.”

Jack’s phone started ringing in Urban’s hand and his eyes went wide when he saw that it was a facetime call from you and quickly shoved it towards Jack and screamed at him to answer it.

“IT’S HER! ANSWER IT!”

“WHAT DO I SAY?!”

“I DON’T KNOW, SOME MUSHY ASS SHIT TO GET HER TO FORGIVE YOU! HURRY UP BEFORE SHE HANGS UP!”

Once he hit accept, he saw your beautiful face come into view and he had to do a double take.

You had cut your hair and it was now burgundy, which he remembered saying that you were going to do once it got closer to fall.

“Y/N…”

“Hey, you by yourself?”

“Um, give me a minute.”

Jack then went into the back of the tour bus where he knew that he would be able to have the most privacy. He closed the door behind him before sitting down and continuing his conversation with you.

“You cut your hair. You look so gorgeous.”

You gave him a small smile and felt your cheeks growing hot.

He still had that same effect on you and you definitely weren’t surprised.

“Thank you, I decided that it was time for something different.”

It was quiet for a few seconds when Jack couldn’t help himself and blurted it out.

“I.. I miss you.”

“I miss you too and I just wanted to call and check on you since it’s been awhile.”

“So, have you given any more thought about what I said?” Jack asked hopeful.

“I have and I’d rather speak with you about that in person and not over facetime.” You answered being completely honest.

“Oh, okay… ummm..”

“For No Place Like Home I designed a few outfits for you to wear so I’ll get one of my assistants to bring them and make sure that you get them.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that. But…Wait, you’re not coming?”

“My schedule is tight and I’m due to be in Milan that Monday so I’ll probably send Alicia.”

“Well, what about the Atlanta show?”

“I’ll still be in Dubai.”

“Wait, you’re in Dubai?”

Jack had taken both of you there after you two had been “seeing” each other for a year.

You didn’t even get a chance to answer Jack as he heard a male voice call for you.

“Y/N! You ready? It’s almost 6 and it took me forever to get these dinner reservations.”

Jack couldn’t see his face, but his heart immediately dropped to the floor.

“I’m ready, just give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.”

Jack wanted so badly to ask who that was, but one thing he didn’t want to do was get you upset with him and bottom line, it really wasn’t his business.

“I have to go, but I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay, I love you.” Jack said loud enough hoping that whoever was in the room with you could hear him.

Your heart immediately skipped a beat.

“I love you too. Have a good show.”

Once you hung up, you turned around to see your cousin, Terrell, staring at you and smirking.

“Oh, that was lover boy, I take it?” He asked as you were slipping on your shoes.

“Yeah, been thinking about going to see him. Maybe I will go for his show in Louisville on the 18th. Been missing him and I figured that it was time that he got an answer from me.”

“You can do whatever you want, you’re the boss and I’m just here to assist you. If you want to go and see him, go ahead. I can finish up everything here and if I need to ask you anything, I know where to find you.”

“T, I love that man to death, but what if….”

“We’re not doing the made up scenarios in your head. He lost you once and he would be an actual dumbass to do it again. I mean you see how hard he’s trying. He’s giving you your space while also checking on you from time to time. If he wanted to move on, he would have. It’s been what? Almost four months? You must have a chokehold on this man and some bomb ass pussy because what man do you know is going to wait that long?!”

“I just want to make sure that I’m making the right decision. In not so many words, he told me that he wanted to marry me. And I'm ignoring that last part.”

“Well, shit…. When are we going to start planning? Hurry up and tell this man that you want to be with him before it’s too late.”

All you did was sigh as the two of you hopped on the elevator to ride it down to the lobby in order to catch an uber to the restaurant.

“You know what? Forget this. Your ass is going to be in Louisville on the 18th and I’m booking your flight as we speak.”

“But Terrell!”

“Stop being scared and putting yourself in your own way. How are you ever truly going to be happy if you continue to do that?”

“I… guess you’re right.”

“I can’t wait to meet him and by that phone conversation he probably thought you had a new man and that’s why he said that he loved you so loud. So that I would hear it.”

“I noticed that too, but he should know better than that. At the end of the day, I’m always going to choose him.”

“Well, shit honey. Then after dinner, we got a man to get ready for. What’s his favorite color?”

“Purple.”

“Oooh shit, I got ideas brewing and he isn’t going to know what hit him.”

Your heart was beating a thousand miles per hour as you were playing with Jack’s house key in your hands. It was around 3 in the morning on December 17th and there you were standing outside of his house looking like an actual creep. You didn’t know how long you had been standing there, but it was long enough to realize that you couldn’t feel your face anymore.

It was now or never.

You took a deep breath before inserting the key and turning the knob and walking into the foyer.

All you could do was pray that you weren’t too late.

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ang3l-fac33 · 2 months

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OMG, OMG, THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR SOME REASON, BUT Can you please do a Mordecai headcannon or one-shot (whatever you prefer) with a very hyper girl who has random bursts of energy! (basically vox when he was watching Alastor getting whooped lol) Also she is part of Marigold! If you cant finish the request, thats alright!

of course i can! <: thank you for being my first ever request! <3 i hope i don’t disappoint!! i decided to do both platonic and romantic versions of this!

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mordecai heller x hyper! fem reader.

genre: fluff :3

warnings: not proofread (again)

platonic:

-when you had first joined marigold mordecai’s thoughts of you.. weren’t the nicest. he thought you were loud and obnoxious, and overall found you more of a bother than anything else.

-no matter how much he tried to avoid you though, you always seemed to find him. it was like you gained some sort of attachment to him.

-he’s trying to relax? you’re there with him of course. he’s trying to read? of course you’re there. there’s no escaping you and your energetic personality.

-you practically talk his ear off! and sometimes when you get too passionate about whatever your going on about you suddenly just.. jump around with excited noises.

-you also get really grabby whenever you’re too excited. nothing sexual or romantic, just something you seem to do whenever you have pent up energy.

-wether that be from squeezing his arm or tugging him along to wherever you wanted him to go. it was rather.. irritating to say the least.

-but after a while he seems to get used to this behavior, accepting that this is what he woule have to deal with on a daily basis.

-his dislike for your loud and burst of energy/hyper personality became more of a… tolerance. he no longer scowls when he sees you and his fur no longer prickles when your voice gets a little too loud.

-but just because he tolerates you now doesn’t mean you’re safe from his snarky remarks or his somewhat short temper. but that’s fine since you never really seemed to be put off by his closed off personality anyway.

-he’s blunt with you, telling you to shut up if annoyed. does it work? only for about five minutes and then you’re back to talking his ear off.

-on very rare occasions if you’re going into one of your big burst of energies he’ll let you hug him. but only if he’s in a good enough mood, which isn’t that often. he never was a fan of hugs, but he’ll make an exception for you.

-..and despite your hyper moods you’re chatting and overal bouncy attitude sometimes help with taking stress off missions. that is when you’re not required to be quiet. otherwise he’ll tell you to pipe down.

-and having a lot of energy means getting a lot of work done, even if it means you sometimes get distracted.

-overall you’re really not as bad as he first made you out to be, even if sometimes you get on his nerves. you could say you somewhat keep him sane, as ironic as that sounds.

-he could get used to this.

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romantic:

-so the romantic version basically starts out the same as the platonic one. he finds you annoying and weird, tries to avoid you but to no avail, etc.

-but when he starts to get used to you (and eventually get into a relationship) he tolerates you a lot more.

-sometimes when you’re going through you’re usually bursts of energy you’ll hug him tight and kiss all over his face. and the weird thing is? he lets you. because for some reason despite his complete opposite personality he’s grown to like you.

-the savoy twins like to tease him about it any chance they get. it annoys him but you’re always there to make him feel better.

-sometimes if he’s having a hard day he’ll let you talk to him about anything while he just lays there, listening to the sound of your voice.

-on particularly hard days he likes to cuddle with you ans maybe read, still letting you talk about your day or what’s on your mind.

-and sometimes you go through these things called ‘cute aggressions’ as you like to call them. it’s basically where you just grab his face and lightly squish his cheeks, beaming and kissing all over his face. he doesn’t understand it but it somehow makes him flustered.

-again you are still not safe from his snarky remarks, but there’s a lot less bite to them now. he’ll often say it with some sort of fondness. whenever you two are alone at least.

-he’ll often find himself staring at you as you ramble on, finding himself a little mesmerized by your beauty. if you catch him you’ll flash him a smile, making him look away with a blush and a grumble.

-overall you’ve become something he can’t live without, even if he doesn’t show it. he relies on you to make his bad days better and he’s come to appreciate the way you’re always sticking around him.

-how could he fall for someone like you? he’ll never know.

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(A/N: ahhh!! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it! i was so excited to get this started that it might be a bit rushed but i tried my best!! again thank you for being my first requester!! <3)

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vintageshanny · 6 months

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Play Something For Me - Part 7 - Over the Rainbow

Content: Ruby and Elvis enjoy a sweet and smutty Thanksgiving in 1973 that involves a leather suit with rainbow fringe. 18+

Thank you to @peaceloveelvis for inspiring me with this pic of leather rainbow fringe pants that I didn’t know existed. And eternal gratitude to my lovely friends who’ve cheered me on in writing this series! 😘 @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @lookingforrainbows @from-memphis-with-love @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @arrolyn1114

If you need to catch up, here’s the series page:

Play Something For Me

Wednesday, November 21st, 1973

“But mom, I wanna go with you! It’s not fair!” Ella’s chocolate-brown eyes glazed over with tears as she pleaded her case. “Oh, honey, I know. There’s nothing I can do, it’s your father’s turn for Thanksgiving this year. But Elvis was very insistent that we both come for Christmas, so you’ll get to see Graceland then.” Ruby rubbed Ella’s back as she embraced her, soothing away the tears while she tried to hold her own nerves at bay.

After the week Elvis had spent in St. Louis at Halloween, he’d had to go back to Memphis to “take care of some business,” as he put it. The times they’d spent together so far had been in a sort of cocoon of love. Now she’d be entering his home and his normal daily life, whatever that entailed. After his comment about wanting her to move in, she felt a little terrified at how the visit would go.

A car horn honked outside, and Ruby gave Ella one last reassuring squeeze. “I love you, Ella-bella,” she murmured. “I’ll tell you all about Graceland when you come home on Sunday.” “You better,” Ella said with a small smile, trying to will herself into a better mood. “And I love you too.”

With Ella safely picked up, Ruby turned her attention back to her closet so she could finish packing for the long weekend. “What exactly does one wear for Thanksgiving at Graceland?” she muttered under her breath as she surveyed what looked to her like a bunch of frumpy “mom” dresses. “I wonder if I have time to alter anything…” she continued her one-way conversation when the phone interrupted her thoughts with its shrill tone.

“Hey, sweet red Ruby,” the unmistakable timbre sent butterflies swarming through her belly. “Elvis! It’s you!” Ruby squeaked out nervously. “Course it’s me baby, ya got another man callin’ ya?” he asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice. “No, no, sorry, I’m just…nervous about tomorrow,” Ruby admitted. Elvis’ tone softened instantly. “W-w-why ya nervous honey? It’s jus’ me. You ain’t never gotta be nervous or scared ‘round me.” Ruby cleared her throat a little bit. “Yeah, I know, I just hope I fit in there with you, in your home,” she said with an anxious sigh. “Ruby honey, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that. Ya already know we fit together perfectly. In every way,” he added, and Ruby could almost see his cheeky grin right through the phone line as a flush rose on her face and a strained little whimper escaped her lips. Elvis laughed and teased, “Red Ruby, wait til ya get here so I can see the look on your face when ya make those noises.” Then he added more seriously, “I can’t wait ta see ya, honey. I miss ya so much.” Ruby’s heart melted right down and warmed her entire body. “Me too, baby.”

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Ruby landed at the airport in Memphis at 11:18 Thursday morning with all the other last-minute Thanksgiving travelers. She bit down on her lip nervously as she looked around for Charlie, who she knew Elvis was sending to pick her up. She’d met Charlie in Las Vegas and he was sweet enough, although maybe a little desperate for Elvis’ approval. She inwardly chuckled, thinking how Elvis’ entourage probably thought the same about her. Charlie was polite but quiet on the drive to Graceland, as if he sensed her nerves and didn’t want to say anything that might escalate them.

Ruby gasped a little bit as they pulled up to the famed music note gate. She’d seen pictures of the house in magazines, but it was even more beautiful in person. She somehow felt Elvis’ aura and energy the moment they started up the driveway, and the nerves and excitement intensified as they parked and headed for the door. “We’ll go in the back ‘cuz he’s probably in the den waitin’ for ya,” Charlie explained. Ruby nodded anxiously and followed.

As she walked through the door and into a room filled with interesting furniture and an actual waterfall along the wall, she only had eyes for her beautiful man, who was sitting in a high-backed chair, holding court with his loyal subjects. He was talking and laughing, and his warm energy called to her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, he jumped to his feet and swooped her up in a big hug. “Ever’one, this is my sweet red Ruby,” he declared proudly, showing her off like a shiny new car. Most of the guys she recognized from Las Vegas, but she was introduced to some girlfriends and wives, plus a couple other employees. “Imma take Ruby on a tour,” Elvis said with a little wink as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the basement steps. As they walked away, she could swear she heard someone remark, “It’s nice to see someone closer to his age.” Elvis must have heard it too because his grip tightened slightly, but he chose to ignore it for now.

“Will I get to meet Lisa?” Ruby asked as they walked down the stairs and turned right. She could see Elvis’ jaw tighten and his eyes turn stormy. “Naw, baby, Cilla is bein’ a –” Elvis caught himself and blinked slowly, trying to calm down. “Cilla won’t let her come home til Christmas,” he said, his eyes dropping sadly. Ruby wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. “I’m sorry, Elvis,” she said softly. “I know how hard it is to be without your baby at the holidays. I guess the silver lining for us is that we have some time alone right now.” Elvis glanced up at her face quickly, his sad expression turning playful. “And what did ya have in mind for the alone time, Miss Ruby? Hmm?” he questioned teasingly.

“Well,” Ruby murmured with a deep blush, “I did notice the first stop on the tour is this big couch.” She nodded toward the long couch right behind Elvis. “And you’re here looking so sexy like this,” she added as she fully took in his outfit for the first time. Along with his usual assortment of rings and necklaces, he was wearing a brown leather jacket with long rainbow-colored fringe over a green button-down shirt. His leather pants matched the jacket, rainbow fringe and all. “Ya like it? I thought it felt like a Thanksgiving thing,” he said, his crooked grin lighting up his face. Ruby had to hold back a giggle at how cute he was to try to dress on theme for the holiday. “I love it, Elvis, there’s no one quite like you,” Ruby said, letting her hands drop and her fingers run ever so lightly over the soft bulge in his leather pants, causing a shiver to run though him. “I should hope not,” he said, smiling, resting one large hand on her shoulder, his warm fingers gently brushing the bare skin of her neck.

“You look very beautiful yourself, sweet Ruby,” Elvis said as he took her in, his eyelids seeming to grow heavy with lust. Ruby beamed, happy that she had chosen the right thing to wear - a burgundy sweater dress with a short flared skirt and a scoop neckline with a drawstring bow. Elvis’ fingers’ moved a little lower down her neck until they were tracing the neckline of her dress, running gently over her cleavage. The mixture of the warmth of his hand and the cool metal of his rings raised goosebumps on her skin. “This little dress is giving me some thoughts,” he whispered lowly as he gave the drawstring a little tug, the bow coming undone and the fabric gaping open a little bit. Elvis bent down and started pressing wet kisses to the exposed area of her chest, little moans coming from both of them. “Oh, baby, you’re makin’ me weak in the knees,” Elvis chuckled. “Let’s sit down for a minute.”

Sitting was the last thing on either of their minds though as Elvis pulled Ruby onto his lap on the couch and explored her mouth, her ear, her neck, and her chest with his tongue. He pulled the front of her dress and the cup of her lacy bra down a little more until one of her breasts was exposed. As he grazed his teeth lightly over her nipple and then sucked it into his warm mouth, flicking it with his tongue, Ruby couldn’t help but instinctually grind down onto his package that had grown so hard she wasn’t sure how it hadn’t burst right through the leather. She hoped the breathy moans from the two of them weren’t wafting up the stairs, but Elvis didn’t seem worried. “Goddamn, baby, I’ve missed ya,” he moaned out as Ruby leaned in and bit softly on his lower lip, then ran her tongue over it. She reached down between them and rubbed her hand back and forth over his bulge, the friction becoming too much for him to bear. “Oh, damn, Ruby, I-I-I love ya baby,” he said with a shudder as she suddenly felt a damp warmth beneath her hand. “I love you too, Elvis,” Ruby whispered as she laid her hand over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat trying to return to its normal rhythm.

“EP, it’s almost turkey time!” a voice shouted down from upstairs. “Shoot, what am I gonna do ‘bout my pants?” Elvis muttered, looking down at where a sticky wet spot had soaked right through the leather. “I’ll have ta sneak up and change. Baby, can you go up and tell ever’one to wait for me in the dining room?” “Of course,” Ruby smiled as she stood up and straightened out her dress, re-tying the neckline and leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek before going back upstairs.

Twenty minutes later, everyone had gathered in the dining room for a Thanksgiving feast and Elvis appeared wearing the same jacket but with some black pants. Nancy, one of the cooks who Ruby had been briefly introduced to earlier, brought in a platter of food and looked at Elvis in surprise. “Mr. Elvis, you were so excited about your outfit! Why’d ya change your pants?” Elvis’ face turned red as he stumbled for an answer. Joe started snickering. “I think Elvis needs to know how to get something sticky out of leather. Any tips, Nancy?” Elvis gave Joe a glare that could freeze hell over, but all the guys seemed to have trouble holding back their laughter. Especially when Nancy chimed in with, “You didn’t get syrup on your pants again, did ya?”

Sitting at Elvis’ side, Ruby could feel her face burning red as she realized everyone probably could hear them in the basement. Elvis looked a bit embarrassed too, but Ruby’s presence had a way of lightening his mood. He just leaned in and whispered loudly, “Ignore these assholes Ruby.” Then he dropped his voice so only she could hear. “We’ll go up to my soundproof bedroom later and do whatever you want.” Ruby blushed again and smiled broadly at him as he winked at her. He always made her feel comfortable and protected.

After a delicious dinner, some of the guys went to the basement to play pool, but Elvis sat down and started playing gospel songs on the piano. A few others joined in singing, and Ruby leaned at the edge of the piano, watching Elvis’ passionate face as memories from long ago washed over her. As he started playing “If I Loved You,” he looked up and caught her eye with a big grin, causing her to blush and look away. She knew they were both picturing her kneeling between his legs at the piano bench fifteen years ago. Ruby could feel her pulse quicken at the thought. If only no one else was around, she’d do it all again. She thought about how soft and smooth he felt when she rolled his foreskin up and down, the inviting way his head peeked out when he was fully hard, how sensitive it was when she touched her tongue to it…her chest was starting to heave with all these fantasies racing through her mind, all while staring at this most perfect of faces. As if sensing her desire, Elvis announced they were going to turn in for the night and thanked everyone for celebrating with him. He grabbed Ruby’s hand and showed her the way to the master bedroom.

“I know what you were thinkin’ ‘bout red Ruby,” Elvis teased once they were alone. “You were thinking the same thing!” Ruby protested, swatting at his arm. Elvis smiled so big that his cute dimple flashed at her. “Maybe,” he said. “I was thinkin’ of somethin’ else though, too.” “What’s that?” Ruby asked. “I was thinkin,” Elvis said as he ran his hands down her sides and gently squeezed her waist, “that I wanna lick your pretty little kitty again. I like knowin’ I’m the first man that ever did that to ya.” “You’re the only man,” Ruby corrected as she reached up and stroked his cheek softly. “I have a few firsts with you, but I don’t think you have any with me,” she said, her voice sounding a little bit sad. Elvis looked at her in surprise. He gave her forehead a tender kiss before he spoke.

“Baby, you’re the first woman I’ve been with where I feel like ya want to spend time with me just as much as I do with you. Not spend money or get your name in the papers or any of that, but just spend time with me and and enjoy me and love me for who I am. You’re interested when I talk to ya, you’re affectionate with me all the time, ya never say ya need a break from me, you accept me completely. That’s a first for me, and probably the most important first there is.” Ruby looked up at him, her eyes misty with emotion. “Well, any woman who doesn’t see what a special person you are, even without the money and fame, must be crazy. But that’s okay, because now I get to be the lucky one.”

“You sure do, baby, and let me show ya just how lucky.” Ruby squealed with delight as Elvis tossed her on the bed so he could get to work worshipping her with his tongue.

#elvis #big daddy elvis #elvis fan fic #elvis fan fiction #elvis x oc #Elvis x Ruby #play something for me #I love this man

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cosmowes · 3 months

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SCHOOLWORK - the order

okay. imagine this: it’s been a few off days, and all of a sudden you have a shit ton to work on. and no clue where to start.

overwhelming, right? hopefully this will give you some direction.

(tldr at the end ❤️)

ONE - where to start.

get some water, a snack if you need it, your computer, and get anything else unneeded and distracting out.

i always start with homework that’s due the soonest. and usually i do it during other classes. if you have a study hall, free pd. or a class where you just don’t do jack all? use that time. it means less to do at home when you’re not being forced to be as on topic. stop playing unblocked crosswords and work.

(hey! that means you, if you’re reading this to procrastinate. get on it ❤️)

TWO - structuring your study.

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i use essentially this structure when i have a lot to do. i like to knock out the easiest stuff first, so anything that won’t take long is done with already.

by the time i’m done with that, i’ve usually already gotten myself into the mood to work. i don’t like to take a break here because i’ll lose my flow, but you can if you need it. this is where i get into the stuff i’ve been putting off.

if i’m able to tackle all of that, or whatever part i said i’d do, i take a break here. make a game plan. what’s due next? is there anything else to work on? or do i need resources for something else?

then, if you still have the energy and want to, get into your threes and fours. this is stuff you probably don’t need to worry about, but if you really wanna get to the top, go for it.

i forgot to mention this also, but i consider extra credit in the threes/fours depending on size. if you can, always take extra credit. always. extracurriculars are a 5 (eg ctsos, fine arts, stuff that’s still academic. if it isn’t something still related to getting somewhere, i call it a 6 because it’s personal.)

THREE - keeping up with it.

i do my ones every single day. the moment i get something that falls into a one, it’s part of my daily schedule and will be done by the end of the day. it’s a good habit to have.

plus, this pushes me to do twos and maybe threes/fours. try not to let things get into the two area. if there’s a four and you can get it done before the week of, do it. twos are by far the most stressful to have, and you don’t like stress, right?

FOUR - tldr.

do schoolwork during classes when you have time 🕰️

remove distractions when you’re working snd get ready for you sessions 🚰

do the easiest/quickest stuff first. 📚

move onto harder stuff that needs to be done quickly afterwards. 🏎️

then do stuff that isn’t due soon. ⏰

always do extra credit! 📌

do your easy quick assignments every day. 🖊️

don’t procrastinate on hard assignments. 📍

#studyspo #study motivation #self healing #self improvement #self care #studyblr #study blog #it girl lifestyle #it girl tips #it girl #that girl #that girl lifestyle #becoming that girl #wonyoungism #it girl energy #procrastination #cosmo txt

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fel117 · 14 days

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how negative content may have an impact over your manifestations

i feel like we need to have some talk about this and literally take a moment to realize what some of yall are doing YES IM TALKING TO YOU.

to start with, i know some of you literally DEVOUR negative media that ruin your day and im talking about like negative tiktoks, images with negative affirmations or whatever (if you have seen anything like this you know what im talking about)

the thing is, lets be honest even if truth may hurt, some of yall literally eat this media daily, save it and everything and then have the audacity to complain yall are not getting results or are not happy and im not surprised because listen

i used to watch negative media all the time, my tiktok fyp was literally filled with vents and stories of someones partner cheating on them or abusing them or like those tiktoks that are like "why doesnt he respond to me", "i just saw him talk to another girl lol" and i was watching this for hours. HOURS. not realizing how much its killing my manifestations and ruining my mood, the same with other media, sometimes i would go on pinterest and my page would be filled with those images with vents n shi and all of those bad stories that i wish to never happen on me

as i started seeing more of them, i genuinely even felt like something like this is going to happen to me because i was so overwhelmed with this REALLY

and i know sometimes you might find yourself overwhelmed with that media or just mindlessly scrolling and not even realizing what your mind is consuming, not even realizing what youre watching..perhaps? but listen to me, as i stopped consuming this media i felt so much happier AND THIS IS A SIGN FOR YOU OKAY THIS IS A SIGN FOR YOU TO PUT THIS TO AN END!!!!

because i was consuming this media so much (btw at that time i was super into manifesting sp stuff etc) that it literally put my manifestations DOWN I SWEAR

listen to me, if you consume negative affirmations daily and relate to it, going to the old story NOTHING will change, literally why affirm against a thing you want?? like some of yall want to manifest pretty face but then all tiktoks yall save, repost and like are like "gosh im so ugly" or like yall want to get rid of third party or make your sp obsessed but all yall are watching are people who complain or something else about how they sp will never love them and or that theyre talking to someone else and or that theyre getting replaced.......like i have no idea what some of you expect to happen by doing this but really for your own good just cut the negative media off, doesnt matter if it puts your manifestations down or not, i honestly feel that consuming a media that can actually benefit you, align to the highest version of yourself, media that can make you happy can actually change your life too, negative and positive are just two things and you decide which one do you want to surround yourself with

and listen to me, the day i cut the negative media off i felt happier and today im making sure to surround myself with media that i actually like, that make me happy and feel fulfilled

thank you for reading!! LOVE YOU SO MUCH BYEE!!! <3

#manifestation #manifesting #self concept #how to manifest #affirm and persist #law of assumption #law of attraction #loa tumblr #loassumption #master manifestor #manifesation #positive thoughts #positive affirmations #positivity #encouragement #positive thinking

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the-cannibal · 1 year

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Idk if this is weird.. but can you make what slasher do when y/n having a period cramps? (This is totally so weird..)

WHEEZE- I love this, I get really painful cramps so a slasher comforting me would be heaven.

Wrote this on my phone so I apologize if it gets laid out weird, Tumblr hates me writing on my phone for some reason…

Slashers with a afab s/o on their period dealing with cramps

Reader is afab but no gendered terms are used - you is used

Includes: Lester Sinclair, Jason Vorhees, Michael Myers, Billy and Stu, Bubba Sawyer, and Tiffany Valentine

Lester Sinclair

“Lesssss…” “Yeah hun?” “I’m bleeding :(“

?!?!?!! YOUR WHAT-?

This man. This sweet sweet man. You love him. But he is not the brightest. Especially with things like this. So he’s kinda panicking and thinking your dying-

“DO YOU NEED STITCHES?” “NO! NOT UNLESS YOU WANNA STICH MY CROTCH SHUT!” “OH GOD YOUR BLEEDING DOWN THERE?!”

Please explain to him what is happening. Even though he’s a little clueless, Lester will NOT find this stuff gross, weird, or say that you should have kept it to himself. Dude throws roadkill into a pit in the ground on a daily bases and has murderer brothers. This will not phase him (once he understands that you aren’t dying)

Tell him what products and brands you get and he will happily go get them. He isn’t shy to purchase them for you or ask someone in the store for help if he can’t find what you asked for. Men be more like Lester.

He will cuddle you if you’d like! And if he isn’t home to do the cuddling well you’re lucky he’s got the cutest dog in the world! And she loves cuddles!

If you do chores/housework/cook/literally anything NO YOU ARE NOT. YOU WILL SIT ON THE COUCH OR BED AND RELAX. This man will do it for you :)

Jason Vorhees

This man is also confused. Not as much as Lester, but still confused. He has seen victims have pads and tampons in their bags before, with packaging that says period/menstrual cycle. So he was able to figure out that’s what you needed. But he didn’t quite understand why-? His mom never explained it to him.

Explain it to him if you want, he would listen, probably be a little horrified that you go through this every month, but also kinda impressed? You bleed out your body for a week EVERY month, and you can still function?

“Jason cuddle?” MAN IS RUSHING TO YOU TO CUDDLE YOU ASAP.

He would loot victims bags and get you any snacks you like, make you tea in the mornings. Make you food. It’s pretty great.

One day he found a heating pad and oh my god you practically tackled him to the ground in kisses.

If you get mood swings and snap at him he might look at you like a kicked puppy, but he knows you’re in pain right now and doesn’t take it to heart.

He doesn’t leave camp so if you need to get supplies you have to get them yourself, sorry. But he will be waiting back home at the cabin to do whatever you want!

Michael Myers

Uhhhh…. There there? He isn’t really great at comforting.

You’re bleeding. Blood. He’s good with blood. Do you need anything washed? He can wash anything for you and make it look brand new.

He isn’t much of a cuddler, but for you he makes an exception.

Want candy? This man has TONS of candy. Man has a sweet tooth alright-

If you have mood swings Michael is great to have! He has no bad reaction to you suddenly crying and venting about literally anything, getting mad and yelling, and then crying because you got mad and yelled. He will not judge you!

Man won’t get you products though. The Shape go to a pharmacy and get pads or tampons? He’d rather Halloween he canceled forever.

Overall he’s like a 5/10 with this stuff.

Poly Billy and Stu

“OH GOD YOURE DYING-“ THWACK! “No idiot that’s not what that means.” Thank you Billy :)

Stu is a cuddle whore- he’s practically attached to you as soon as you suggest you are in any pain.

Billy meanwhile is getting you products, snacks, putting on your favorite movie (even if it’s one he hates)

Both boys would rub where it hurts! Ain’t that nice :)

Stu hogs your heating pad until you snap at him to give it back- man is like a lizard, he needs heat. Billy would help make sure you get your heating pad. And if anything he just buys you another. Which Stu would also probably steal-

But other then that they won’t do much unless you ask. If you ask them do do or get you anything they will drop anything they are doing and do it.

Bubba Sawyer

He’s probably the worst honestly- man is just full panic.

You’re bleeding? Why? How can he make it stop? He can’t? You’re hurt?! OH NO PLEASE DONT BE UPSET NO NO NO!

His sweet mama would have to explain what is happening. He still doesn’t understand. So she would probably be the one to take care of you.

He would cuddle you though if you asked!

Overall like a 3/10 for cuddles and being concerned. Just shows he loves you!

Tiffany Valentine

“Tiff…” “Yes my love?” “I have cramps :(“ “oh my poor sweet baby! What do you need hun? You wanna lay down with a hot bottle? Would you like anything to eat or drink? Do you need me to pick anything up?”

She totally understands.

She is the sweetest. She makes you HOME MADE sweets! My mouth is watering just thinking of it.

She would cuddle and rub where it hurts while trailing kisses down your body and telling you how amazing you are

Need anything washed? She’s got it covered!

Would probably make some jokes if you both are on your periods together “omg babe it’s uterUS!” “I hate you.”

BIG CUDDLE BUG. CUDDLES FOR DAYS.

This stuff does not gross her out (obviously) so don’t be scared or embarrassed to go to her for absolutely anything!

Overall 1000/10 she is the best

#slasher x reader #house of wax 2005 #house of wax x reader #slashers x reader #lester sinclair x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #tiffany valentine #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #michael myers #michael myers x reader #halloween #friday the 13th #cannibals writing requests

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tinkizzig · 1 year

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“I couldn’t do it. The first time or the second. Hell, I have never been able to do it. I have been on this ship for five years, and not a single time when it is my time to act have I been capable of doing it. I know I am just one small part of an engineering team, but I am not even sure I should be here. The rest of the team knows what to do when something goes out, malfunctions or glitches. Their response is impeccable and unflappable. They can all turn a Wielman’s capacitor upside down and inside out in just seconds. I don’t have any idea as to why I was even selected to be a part of this crew.”

–Robert (Roblox) Malchovich

“Hey, Roblox! Come sit over here.” Hangarth shouted excitedly, as the human stepped inside the kitchen / cafeteria / breakroom.

“Oh hey red buddy.” Roblox replied sadly. “I’m not really in the mood for this today, I kind of want to be alone.”

Hangarth put on an unnatural expression for his face because he was trying to purse his lipless lips in sternness about Roblox’s response. “Hang on,” Hangarth strained as he tried to remember something. ”when the tough gets tough then the rough gets going.”

Roblox’s expression lightened with a bit of a smirk, and he patiently corrected with: “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Hangarth brushed the red tentacle-like hair from his red face. “I don’t know anybody as tough as you.”

“Eh, I’m not that tough.” Roblox said humbly..

“Not that tough?” Hangarth shook his head. “Are you kidding me?”

Hangarth stood up staring off into nothingness with an awe of deepest respect. “You were the one who, while camping in the forest, was bitten by dozens of blood sucking parasites. You were the one who stepped on a sharply cornered toy for building, directly on one of your most sensitive and closely grouped nerve endings in your body, sending a crippling pain through said body. You were the one who ate a cream made of ice so fast your brain froze causing an immense pain and great turmoil in your life for a matter of a few minutes.”

"Yeah, none of that makes me tough though." Roblox replied.

"None of that makes you tough?" Hangarth asked with an uncharacteristic wave of his hand as if he was giving an imitation of a unique earthly attitude. "Just think about Bartleby last week. He had cut his hand on the side of the drive harness and immediately got an infection. He has been out this whole week, and we are worried he isn't going to make it through; and you simply shrug when you talk about the one time you broke your leg while sliding down the side of a mountain on your sky’s, skees or whatever you call those narrow flat boards connected to your feet. There is also that one time you were confronted by a beast that could have killed you if it had attacked you, but you grabbed it by a strap around its neck and returned it to the home of the person who owned it next door." Hangarth slowly shook his head side to side. "You have lived through the most perilous things and we are inspired by your bravery everyday."

"I do not do anything brave each day." Roblox said, realizing he shouldn't have said it.

“Again, I am beside myself at the words you say,” Hangarth started another impassioned speech. “Your daily routine consists of drinking that bitter black liquid containing a little poison which raises your heart rate. Not only have you done this every day, but you offer it to everyone else aboard the ship. Nanosy tried some one day and nearly died after a few sips. She was sweating profusely while her heart rate nearly breached lethal levels.”

“That was more of a misunderstanding of each other's biology and physiology. Terran humans are not as strongly affected by caffeine as everyone else.” Roblox said, sounding apologetic.

“Don’t you see it? You are the toughest, bravest and most inspiring person on the ship.” Hangarth smiled. “I spoke to the captain about you, and we both agree that you being here and telling us of your life is all we need you here for. Yes, it would be beneficial for you to also improve your engineering skills and knowledge, but your experiences are far more valuable than that.”

“So, you guys only want me around because I lived on a dangerous planet?” Roblox asked, feeling a little personally put out.

“No, we love your charm and wit along with your acumen but mostly, we as a crew, find the most inspiration and pride that we are in close connection to and comfortably associated with a Deathworlder.” Hangarth explained, unknowing how socially rude it was for him to even say. “We all brag to people we know who also work in the fleet. We kind of feel like we are part of an elite club or group just because you are here.”

“That is even worse, now I am your token human?” Roblox asked, totally offended.

Hangarth smiled in excitement. “I don’t know what that means but wait here while I get the rest of the crew, I think your explanation will be tied to another personal story.”

#humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #earth is a deathworld #humans are weird #earth is space australia #humans are space oddities

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