#your heart is not in it anon and I can tell
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Context before getting into the actual idea: I recently saw some fanart based on concept art for Dr Ratio where he has slightly longer, messier hair and the fanart interpreted this as him having a bit of a rebellious phase when he was younger.
So now I’m just thinking about Reader going to school with him when he was going through this phase. He had a bit of a crush on her but didn’t know how to express it so he just messed with her constantly.
And now they meet again when he’s changed and he hasn’t gotten over her she’s just getting massive amounts of whiplash from how wildly different he is. Could be yandere 👀
Anon. I am GRIPPINT YOU BY THE SHOULDERS. Listen. Unfortunately i doubt i did this justice but i tried my best PLEASE okay
A bit long, under the cut!
Its not exactly easy to imagine Dr. Ratio of all people being rebellious, but that just makes it even more possibly believeable in my opinion. I am deeply convinced he has had his crazy scientist, jerkward asshole phase at least once and was soo deeply embarassed the moment he left it.
But listen. His professors all probably HATED him because he would probably constantly correct them, be so disgustingly overeducated to the point they'd send him to the library or tell him to get lost just so he wouldn't disrupt class. He's the infamous asshole who sits wherever he wants, and hoardes an entire table to himself if he's at the library or at the cafeteria. Any student who needs a pen or eraser or a pencil knows he's NOT the one to ask, even if it was in the middle of an exam worth half their grade and he was the only person beside them. He does literally anything he wants and no one can stop him except probably by force, and if they do, something worse ends up happening to them instead.
Anyways, here comes in reader. Probably already knows his sour reputation. Regardless, maybe you're the poor soul who's his seatmate. If the crush is already established, he's constantly bothering you. Asking for stationaries like the entirety of his desk isn't covered by it already (he likes the miniscule interaction), taking your notebooks without your knowledge and sometimes even scribbling inside of them (its his horrid handwriting, he's just trying to help you with detailed notes), he comments on how "lame" your outfit is, asking about your social life, rolling his eyes when your response isn't exactly.. pleasing (he's actually a bit content with it. Perhaps you'll hang out with him more, instead?). You note the smell of alcohol trailing him a bit everytime you interact with him.
It's not easy for him, especially when you can't seem to keep up and look so queasy around him. Aeons, his heart is so twisted up and squeezed everytime he seems to be getting more distant from you, but he just has no idea how to convey his feelings. Not when he didn't even account for the fact he'll have a crush on anyone in the first place.
Anyways, timeskip!
You're probably a researcher of some sort, maybe not so well known. Let's just say for the sake of simplicity you're a researcher on Herta's space station. It's not too soon before he runs into you, probably after the whole mess at the station's been "cleaned up" regarding the curio and whatever. Maybe he doesn't leave right after that interaction with Screwellum, and he decides to, by his curiosity, take a look around once again before he leaves (certainly not because he's heard a familiar name thrown around a few times).
And there you are. In your little research-getup, professional vernacular, hair all neat. He's probably right behind you in an instant, and you turn around to look as the colleague you were talking to suddenly starts stuttering and becoming squeamish while looking behind you. There he is, in all his (cruel?) Glory. The infamous asshole who was your classmate.
But.. it's surprising how much more mellow he's become (at least towards you?). His hair are neatly tamed, his build is taller and more muscular than it was back then, but his attire is also quite tame (if not a little.. fancy?), compared to his brash taste back then. His eyes still seem to hold contempt, but more distantly so.
Veritas figures your mouth is agape and you're speechless considering the change in his countenance as of recent. He's also not yet come to terms with the fact that his heart still twists and squeezes whenever he sees that unsure look on your face. If you were made of clay, and if he could, he'd meld the most beautiful smile on your face with his craftful fingers. Alas, he resorts to tamer methods. At least he supposes he's a wiser man, now. He's more aware of different courting methods.
He asks about your station, your current life, family, friends, etc .. in a seemingly disinterested tone. There's a bit of resignation but hidden constrain in his voice, everytime you mention a "close friend" of yours or a colleague you worked with "closely". But he hasn't been berating you the way he would have back then. His fingers slightly constantly strain, folded behind his back, trying desperately not to taper towards you – there's stray strands of hair on your face. Your headpiece is off centre. Your pen is slanting in your pocket. Your shoulders are too tense. Your eyebrows are furrowed. your eyes look tired. Have your lips always been chapped? They were fine back then.. hold on.
While you stutter out useless formalities and pleasantries, Veritas' eyes scan you over. Time has weathered you well, in his opinion. The thin line of his pressed lips dont quite indicate that. He sighs almost grimly, shutting you up in an instant. He offers you to accompany him and possibly consider joining the Intelligentsia Guild (is it not worth a shot trying? It may be foolish, but he's a tad too desperate when it comes to you). You timidly mumble out a refusal, the words barely leaving your mouth. He nods.
Catching up makes his heart squeeze and rush all over the place. Topics he once tried to teach you back then (by.. VERY unsuccessful methods,) seem to be elementary knowledge to you now. You work more efficiently, hold yourself in a better, more confident way, and you seem to be smoothsailing in your life. Granted, it's technically the bare minimum, but its been so long since he talked to you. The chirp in your voice, the chuckle you let out every now and then despite your nervousness around him, has his heart in his throat. He can't bring himself to try and even "set you straight" by giving you (unwarranted) advice or piddling your achievements, there's a soft smile he's duly hiding behind his scorning face.
He offers you again, if you are unsure about joining the Guild, and discreetly mentions it being filled with imbeciles regardless when you deny again, pulling another string of laughter out of you. Hmph, you weren't so joyful when he made those statements back in high school.
Granted,you're obviously still not quite sure about Veritas' new look. He's still got his infamous reputation as an extremely strict teacher, the oddball with an alabastor head and having worked with the IPC, it's not a pleasant image per se, but it's heaps better than his reputation back at school. You politely make a joke about it, and he groans, earning another cautious, light chuckle from you. He has become different. You prattle on about the length of his hair, his refinement of speech, the difference in how he holds himself now.. it does leave him melting a tad bit inside. You noticed it? Hm. Clever little thing.
Of course, goodbyes are seldom sweet. He does manage to pry out your contact information once again, before. If you don't budge,he finds another way regardless. Your network of colleagues aren't exactly as strong as you might have thought. He remembers this information carefully.
Like the old days, maybe he'll manage to keep slipping notes into your reports and files. Perhaps pull a few strings back in the old days to keep you in his class, he'll slowly knot and twist a few strings to bring and budge you over to his little workplace. Sooner or later, you'll end up in his home. He's sure of it.
And just like the old days, his little seatmate is by his side once again. Care to put up with him for a bit longer? Probably forever, in this case.
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ate marie (is it ok for me to call you that) ano po yung thoughts mo sa mga genshin dads
- pinoy anon
❝ GENSHIN PAPAS ?! ❞ childe, thoma, neuvi, wrio, itto n kaveh x fem!reader cw. some mentions of pregnancy | small a/n. hello again pinoy anon :3 ++ ofc! u can call me that, always ❕GENSHIN PAPAS… sige wait lang.. i think the best dads would probably be!!!!! (list natin yng mga dilfs guys)
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄
AH YES OF COURSE. THE NUMBER ONE FAMILY GUY. childe being on this list is not surprising considering the fact he’s (canonically?) a family man, he loves his siblings n u can’t tell me he wants his own children too :(( he probably has 3-4, a big family just like his own! he really does try his best to balance his occupation and his job as a husband and father, he knows what he does isn’t really what parents would do but he’s a good dad regardless :(( he makes sure his work doesn’t get in the way of his love for his young ones
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀
i think thoma would be one of the best fathers, i mean.. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM. he’s so sweet guys 😭☝️ i think he’s a stay at home dad, cooking delicious meals for his exhausted wife and cute little babies <3 thoma is most definitely a family typa guy… i’m calling it rn he has abt 3-4 kids (waw) :3 the first time u had given birth 2 ur first child his heart immediately melted into hot chocolate, he was SOOOO happy and so damn emotional :((( he’s such a good papa n u know that all too well, you married such a good man :,)
𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄
neuvillette again with either 4-5 little dragons who look just like him 😋 i feel like neuvillette would be a heavily sweet father who’s also strict in his own ways, all he wants is to keep his little ones safe so you can’t blame him for being so (kinda) snappy whenever they run off somewhere :(( he loves his little ones too much he doesn’t want ANYTHING bad 2 happen to them. neuvillette already treats the melusines like his own children, so it’s no doubt he gives his dragonlings the same behaviour <3 he’s such a good dad
𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘
his entire backstory just SCREAMS “best papa” and u can’t tell me otherwise. wriothesley is somewhat unexpected but i believe he wants kids of his own, maybe 2! due to how gentle and sweet he was to the little girl in his trailer AAANNND where he protected the other children in his backstory :(( wriothesley would be such a good daddy and i know that for sure, he has a soft spot for them and definitely devotes his life 2 protecting them and YOU :(( making sure they got the childhood he never had
𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎
something about this big guy just makes me go “oh yeah. he’s definitely the typa guy to have kids.” ITTO… he’s just a fun dad :(( i can imagine his little ones inheriting his oni features.. his horns, etc! they look exactly like itto atp your genes didn’t even try 2 fight LMAO but anyways, itto is such a fantastic father! not as strict as others but he’s definitely fun and lets his young ones be carefree! i know for a fact one of his oni kids r an exact a copy of him :3
𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇
like i’ve been saying for the past few weeks now, KAVEH IS SO (GIRL) DAD CODED. this man jus screams girl dad or jus dad in general n i believe in that statement FULLY. kaveh’s a busy father who tries his best to tend to your needs n his little ones! (hint, they’re all girls) his daughters look EXACTLY like him and it’s acc insane :,3 kaveh just sparks me as a typa guy who’d be a dad, he jus gives off major dad energy! since he’s sassy, i bet his daughters would be sassy too n sass him daily :3
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hi! could you please write a Luca x Ethan x Reader smut. my hyper fixation is really really bad right now for both of them and there is a lack of Luca everything. the plot can be anything your heart desires i am not picky ♥︎
[ do not disturb ] l. fantilli & e.edwards
paring : Luca Fantilli x fem!reader x Ethan Edwards
summary : Luca and his girlfriend are celebrating the win against MSU that sent Michigan to the Frozen Four when Ethan (not so) accidentally walks into Luca's hotel room, and Luca lets his girlfriend reward Ethan for his goal that night.
warning(s) : smut ! threesome, light voyeurism, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, protected sex, pet names during sex, one use of the word "whore", dirty talk (lots of it)
author’s note : this request came in at a perfect time bc i was having a moment the other day where i wanted to write something for luca and/or ethan and this request gave me an excuse to write and post something for them, so thank you anon & i hope you enjoy <33 (i will make sure that luca is shown more love on this app)
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From the moment they walked through Luca's hotel room door after Michigan’s 5-2 win in the regional finals against Michigan State, her mouth has been occupied by Luca’s. The door shut behind them and he pressed his girlfriend against it immediately.
“So proud of you, Luca,” she says between kisses. “All of you. Third time’s the charm.”
“My lucky charm was in the stands,” Luca mumbles. “We better win when you’re in the crowd, baby.”
She smiles into the kiss that follows. Luca grabs her hands and pulls her toward the bed that Luca claimed during their stay. She kicks off her shoes as they stumble through the poorly lit room. He turns them so she’s the one that falls on her back onto the mattress. She laughs as the kiss breaks.
Luca crawls onto her as she moves back on the bed so her head hits the pillows. He settles between her knees and connects their lips again.
Her fingers wrap around the jacket he’s wearing and pushes it off of him. Luca pulls it off and throws it on the ground. All without breaking the heated kiss. She cups his jaw and his hands slide up underneath the jersey she has on so he can paw at her breasts over her bra. She can't help the smile that forms on her lips.
She rolls her hips up against Luca's to get some pressure on her core. She whines at the light pressure, wanting more. Luca lets out a groan when her core comes into contact with the bulge in his dress pants. He pins her hips to the ground and breaks the kiss. "None of that," he tells her. "I'm not going to come in my pants like I'm sixteen again."
A laugh passes her lips. "Sorry," she says once she's calmed down a bit. "Can't promise it won't happen again though."
Luca smiles and shakes his head. She reaches up and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. She untucks it so she can push the fabric off his body. Luca sits back on his heels and pulls her up so she's sitting in front of him. "Love that you have on my jersey, but it needs to come off right now," he tells her.
With a soft laugh, she puts her arms in the air and Luca pulls his jersey over her head. It's thrown to the floor, joining his jacket and button-up. He kisses her and pushes her so she's lying on her back again. Luca's chain that she bought him for his birthday swings and hits her chin. She shivers when the cold metal hits her burning skin.
He begins to kiss down her jaw and chest. He leaves a mark on her breast right above her bra. She laughs and runs her fingers through Luca's hair so it stays out of his face.
His fingers hook into the waistband of her leggings. He drags the fabric down so she's left in her just her bra and panties. He kisses her inner thigh right by her core. "Luca," she sighs. "Don't tease. Please. I will literally suck your dick if it meant no teasing right now."
Luca lifts his head up to look at her. "Is that a promise?"
"As long as you don't tease me right now," she replies.
Immediately, he pulls the lace panties she has on off. He does it so fast that she swears there are marks on her legs from the lace. Just as quickly, he buries his face between her legs and gets his tongue on her clit.
She gasps from how quick everything happens. Her fingers curl in his hair since she needs something to grasp onto. She throws her legs over his shoulders and hooks her ankles. "God, Luca," she moans. "I didn't mean you had to move that- ah!- fast."
He hums and it sends vibrations through her entire body. She cries out Luca's name.
There's a sliver of light to her left and when she looks over, she sees Ethan standing in front of a now closed door. His eyes are wide as he realizes what he walked into. They make eye contact and she smiles, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. The first couple of buttons on his button-up are undone and his shirt is untucked.
At the same time, Luca runs his tongue through her folds before he wraps his lips back around her clit. "Fuck," she cries out as she arches her back off the bed. "Luca."
He lifts his head to look at her. She nods her head in Ethan's direction by the door. Luca blinks and looks over at his teammate. He licks his lips and looks back at his girlfriend.
"I'm just gonna ... yeah," Ethan stammers. She looks back over at him as he turns to the door. She pouts at Luca and silently pleads with him, then her boyfriend nods.
Luca knows about her attraction to Ethan. It's something they have extensively talked about, and Luca promised it her that if a situation much like what's happening right now arose, then she could invite him into their bed. He'd have rules, but he's okay with sharing her with Ethan.
With very shaky legs, she stands up. Ethan is just opening the door when she gets to him. She presses her back against it to close it. "You don't have to," she tells him. Ethan blinks and looks back at Luca on the bed. He's sitting back on his heels and watches the two of them. "I mean, you deserve a little celebration too for that goal of yours."
Ethan presses his lips into a line and keeps his eyes above her neck. "I'm just gonna go," he says, voice shaky. "I shouldn't have walked in. I knew what was probably happening and I still walked in-"
"A better reason for you to stay," she interrupts. "You walked in knowing what you could've walked into and you still came in."
He turns to look at Luca. "You're okay with this?" he asks. She runs her fingers over the exposed chain around Ethan's neck. She doesn't know why hockey players wear chains a lot of the time, but her hockey players look hot with them on.
"Dude, have you not been paying attention?" Luca questions in reply. She smiles up at Ethan even though he's not looking. "Look at her."
That's when Ethan turns his attention back to her. He blinks in very obvious confusion. "I definitely missed something," he says.
She grabs his hand and drags the back of it over her chest and over the mark that Luca made. "You can say that you're not interested but come join us," she tells him. "You deserve a little celebration for that sexy goal you scored tonight, E."
Ethan's eyes widen. "I have rules though," Luca says behind Ethan. He turns and looks at Luca to listen to him. "If she wishes for you to fuck her, you wear a condom. If she says no to something then you, and I, stop. Other than that, as long as she's okay with it then you can do whatever you'd like."
He looks back at her. "Do I have your permission to-"
"You have my permission to do whatever you want," she interrupts. "I want you to kiss me right now, Ethan. Touch me."
Without waiting another second, Ethan steps closer to her and presses his lips to hers. It starts out slow, like Ethan is testing the waters. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him flush against her. He braces himself against the door.
Ethan traps her against the door as the kiss grows more intense. It’s almost like Ethan has been waiting forever to kiss her and it’s all coming out right now. Maybe he has been waiting forever to kiss her. She has no idea.
She finishes unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before she pushes the fabric off his shoulders. Ethan has long since dropped his jacket on the floor. Her fingers run down his chest and toned torso until they reach the waistband of his pants.
“You’re overdressed,” she mumbles. “Off, Ethan.”
He immediately breaks the kiss to get his pants down and around his ankles. He kicks them to the side, along with his shoes. She pushes him to the bed that Luca is laying on. She turns and falls onto her back with a laugh. Ethan falls on top of her, hovering over her.
Ethan goes in for another kiss when she stops him. “No,” she says. “Want you to get me completely naked first, E. Please.”
Very quickly, Ethan reaches behind her back as she arches her body and unclasps the bra she’s wearing. She pulls the fabric off her body and tosses it to the floor. Luca grabs her hands and pins them above her head. He presses kisses to her wrists.
At the same time, Ethan cups her breasts and kisses both of them. He swirls his tongue around one of the nipples and she sighs. She looks up at Luca, who leans down and kisses her deeply. Ethan’s lips trail up to her neck and jaw while she kisses Luca.
Someone’s fingers runs through her soaked folds. Her legs begin to shake as both boys give her attention. She sighs against Luca’s lips when one of whoever’s fingers slips inside of her.
She pulls back from Luca’s kiss and sees Ethan’s hand between her thighs. She should’ve known it was Ethan because the touch was too gentle yet precise. Luca is precise but his touch is rougher.
Her breathing becomes labored as her legs begin to shake. She was already shaking before Ethan came into the equation. She really has no idea how she was able to move so quickly without falling so she could stop Ethan from leaving when he first walked in.
Ethan curls his fingers in a 'come here' motion. She gasps and reaches out to grab something. Her fingers end up in Luca's hair.
"Wanna taste you," Ethan says as he presses a kiss to her thigh. "Can I?"
She hums in response. Ethan takes his bottom lip between his teeth for a second before he leans in and runs his tongue through her folds. She looks up at Luca, who thumbs at her bottom lip. "Think you can handle my dick while he eats you out, baby?" Luca asks her.
"Yeah," she replies. "Please, Luca."
Luca smiles as he sheds his pants and boxers at the same time. "Such a whore for us, aren't you?" he asks as she takes him in her hand. He gets on his knees next to her head. She looks up at him as she turns her head to eagerly wrap her lips around the leaking tip of his dick.
Ethan adds a third finger and she hums around Luca's dick. One of her hands flies down to his hair and she curls her fingers in his locks. His fingers move in a 'come here' motion again and she cries out his name.
She pulls off of Luca's dick and looks down at Ethan. She replaces her lips with her free hand. Ethan licks a stripe over her core. That mixed with another curl of his fingers is too much for her to handle.
"Fuck, Ethan," she cries as her entire body shakes with an orgasm. He doesn't let up and continues to finger her through her climax. "God."
When her body relaxes, Ethan pulls his fingers out of her. Luca backs away from her. "My turn," he says. Ethan gets off his stomach and takes Luca's spot. "Hands and knees, baby."
Slowly, she rolls onto her stomach. She watches Ethan pull off the rest of his clothes and get on his knees in front of her. He's similar in size to Luca, just a bit thicker than her boyfriend. She licks her bottom lip before she takes Ethan in her mouth.
At the same times, Luca runs the tip of his dick through her folds after he puts on a condom. She heard the little foil package open as she rolled over onto her stomach. He slowly pushes into her. Ethan rolls his hips and his dick slide further into her mouth.
Luca's movements are slow at first, but quickly pick up pace as they both get more comfortable. His hands rest on her lower back as he thrusts into her. Ethan tucks a piece of hair behind her ear so he can see her face.
"Look so pretty with your lips around my cock," Ethan comments. "I have been missing out."
She hums and bobs her head so she takes even more of his dick in her mouth.
This is one of her wet dreams coming true. She loves Luca, but has always been attracted to Ethan. Even before she and Luca started their relationship. It was very early on when Luca figured out that she was attracted to his teammate, and that's when they had that conversation of "if the situation arises". That situation arose, and she is enjoying every second of it since she's not sure that it'll happen again.
Luca wasn't clear if he'd be okay with this happening again or if it was a one and done kind of thing. It might be something to ask him when this is eventually over.
Both boys speed up their movements. The tip of Ethan's dick taps the back of her throat and tears well in her eyes. Luca spreads her legs out more so he can move deeper into her. His thrusts have slowed but he's bottoming out in her every time he move into her. She grasps onto Ethan's insane thighs so she's grounded.
It's a lot, but not as overwhelming as she thought it would be. She thought it would be a little overwhelming to have both boys using her. It actually feels really good. Better than she ever thought it would be.
Luca leans over her body and presses kisses into the back of her neck.
"Being such a good girl for us," Luca says against the swell of her ear. "Taking us so well. You doing okay though? Not too much?"
She tries to shake her head in response to his question. It's not too much. It's perfect.
It's not long before Luca's thrusts get sloppy. She knows that's his cue for when he's close. Ethan is still going strong though.
Soft pants pass Luca's lips as he does his best to keep the pace. She pulls off Ethan's dick and completely sinks back on Luca's dick. He grabs her waist to still her. "Don't do that, baby," Luca tells her. "I'm already so close."
"It's not a competition on who comes first, Luca," she replies. "Come for me. It's okay." She glances at Ethan, who has wrapped a hand around himself. "Got to take care of E too." Ethan licks his bottom lip and smiles.
Luca wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her up so her back is pressed against his chest. One arm is around her waist as he fucks into her. The other arm is across her chest, and his hand cups one of her breasts. She sighs at the new angle.
She looks at Ethan and Luca kisses the swell of her ear. She motions for Ethan to come closer to her and he crawls over. She swats his hand away and replaces his hand with hers. With her free hand, she pulls him into a kiss. An occasional hum passes her lips as Luca thrusts up into her.
Moments later, Luca buries his face into her neck and cries out her name as he comes into the condom. His thrusts slow even though she is at the brink of an orgasm. She bounces on his dick a few times to get herself to her own climax, coming for the second time tonight.
She's got one more orgasm in her future though.
She collapses against Ethan in front of her. He holds her up with a light laugh. "Jesus, you go completely limp when you come," he comments.
"Shut up, Ethan," she pants.
He lifts her head up and softly kisses her.
Luca pulls out of her and falls on the bed beside them. He pulls the condom off and runs his fingers up and down her thigh once he's discarded the now used condom. "She's all yours, E," Luca tells his best friend and teammate.
She pulls back from the kiss and looks at Ethan. His eyebrows are raised, then she pushes him onto his back. "You deserve to relax and enjoy this," she tells him. "I have you, E." Luca hands her a tiny foil package and she rips it open with her teeth. She slides it's contents onto Ethan and sinks down on his cock.
Both she and Ethan sigh at the new feeling. She hasn't been with anyone other than Luca, and she's sure that this is all new for Ethan too. Her hands rest on his chest as she lowers himself until he's completely inside her. "Fuck, Ethan," she groans. "Big."
Ethan lets out a deep sigh and slides his hands up her sides until he reaches her breasts. He cups them and massages them. She lets out a soft moan. "I've dreamt about this," Ethan pants. "Sorry, Luca, but I have. This is so- you're so pretty sitting on my cock, pretty girl. Fuck."
She smiles and rests her hands on top of Ethan's as she begins to roll her hips. She bites her bottom lip and throws her head back in pleasure as she ride Ethan. She feels Luca's hands on her sides.
"Ethan," she groans as her legs grow shakier and shakier. Both boys have their hands on her so she doesn't think she'll fall. She does slow her pace a bit so she can go a little longer. She doesn't know how long it'll be until Ethan comes.
"Our pretty girl," Luca comments as he sits up to press kisses to her shoulder. He trails kisses up to her ear. "Our good girl." His voice drops to a whisper. Her body shudders between Luca's words and Ethan's dick inside her.
There's a pair of hands on her waist that stills her, but Ethan fucks up into her. She cries out and rests her hands on Ethan's torso. "Holy fuck," she moans. "Shit. Ethan!"
Someone's fingers, probably Ethan's, graze her already very sensitive clit. She whines as whoever's fingers play with the bud.
Luca pulls her down into a kiss as Ethan keeps thrusting up into her. She sighs with every thrust.
It's not long before Ethan's pace gets inconsistent and slower. She breaks the kiss with Luca and turns her attention back to Ethan. She takes over for him and bounces on Ethan's cock. Her entire body shakes with her pending orgasm.
"Let go, princess," Ethan tells her. "I'm right behind you. Let go."
She smiles at the new nickname that Ethan gave her. The knot that has tightened in the pit of her stomach comes undone. She cries out Ethan's name and collapses on top of him. He fucks her through both their climaxes.
He comes into the condom and melts into the mattress.
Luca tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and presses soft kisses to her cheekbone and jaw. "Feel good, baby?" he asks. "You okay?"
"I can't come again, Luca," she pants. "I can't. Three times is insane. Even for tonight."
Both boys laugh.
Luca helps her off of Ethan until she's on her back between them. Ethan pulls off the used condom and tosses it in the trash. She crawls under the covers despite how exhausted she is and how much like jelly her body feels.
She curls up around Ethan and tangles her legs with Luca's. Her boyfriend pecks her jaw.
"Luca?" she mumbles. He hums in response. "Again?"
"Not tonight, pretty girl."
"Eventually?"
"Whenever Ethan wants."
She looks up at Ethan, who is looking behind her at Luca. "Seriously?" Ethan asks.
"Seriously, dude," Luca replies. "If I'm going to share her with anyone, I'm happy it's you. I trust you, and she likes you. Who am I to tell her no?"
Ethan looks down at her, and she has the laziest smile on her face. "Thank God," Ethan breathes out.
The three of them share a laugh before her body betrays her and she falls asleep with her boys on either side of her.
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Can I request Reader asking Astarion nervously if you can spank him? Only if he's interested & after discussing about his boundaries & safe words!
Just for you, beloved anon.
NSFW below the cut! Mind the tags, and minors, please don't interact!
"So, I have a proposition for you," you begin, leaning back against the counter. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you try as hard as you can to push your apprehension down. He'd told you to be honest, after all. He'd told you to ask.
Astarion lifts his head from the book he's reading at the table in the middle of your kitchen, attention immediately redirected to you. He closes it without looking away from your face. "Oh? Do tell. You always have the most interesting ideas."
You grin at him at the same time he grins at you, and you both have to stifle a laugh. Your ideas are very interesting, if you do say so yourself. Astarion certainly tends to think so, if the way he'd flushed the time you suggested fucking him instead of the other way round was any indication.
It takes real effort to draw your focus back to the conversation at hand instead of reminiscing on where that particular discussion had led. "I was thinking about things I might like to try, like we talked about."
Astarion straightens in his chair. "Go on."
"And I came up with something else." You take a breath. There's really no good way to say it, so you just brace youself and hope for the best. "I want to try spanking. Spanking you. So do with that what you will."
There's a heavy silence once you've spoken, the two of you staring at each other in a beat of mutual thought. Anxiety surges in your chest as you watch his face, looking for any sign of discomfort or disgust. The last time you talked about sex and limits, you'd promised each other that you'd share any fantasies that came up. Astarion wants to experiment as much as possible, wants to find out what he likes, and he said he would at least consider virtually anything. But this is something you haven't tried yet: you haven't ever taken the more dominant role when those dynamics come into play. It could be a problem, you know that, and of course you're afraid that even asking will remind him of things he'd rather forget. But you want to give him the opportunity to say yes or no instead of making his decisions for him.
A slow smile starts to spread across Astarion's face as he stands up from his chair, crossing the space between you in two strides and pressing so close that you have to crane your neck up to see him properly. His fangs flash over his bottom lip, his eyes darken, and when he croons "Well, darling, I think I could be amenable," you're flooded with the heat of knowing he wants it as bad as you do.
So it is that you find yourself watching Astarion undress himself before you as you sit on the side of your bed, fully clothed. You're long past any need for modesty with each other, and he flashes you a sultry smirk as he pulls his shirt over his head.
"Same safe-words as always?" you ask. Astarion tugs his trousers down, and you get a rather delightful view of the toned muscles in his thighs as he kicks them off (and across the room, but that's something to deal with later).
"Fine with me," he says. "'Dagger' for stop. Snap of the fingers if we can't talk." His underwear goes the same way as his trousers, and before you know it he's straddling your lap, arms thrown around your neck. His lips are on yours almost instantly, and you kiss him back with pure muscle memory, raising your hands to cup his face and run your fingers through his curls. When you tug ever-so-gently, you're rewarded with the smallest moan into your mouth.
It takes the better part of fifteen minutes to get completely situated- you're entirely unable to keep your hands off of each other, and at one point Astarion nearly derails the whole thing by pinching your nipples through the fabric of your shirt- but you get there eventually. Astarion lies over your lap, facedown, his ass exposed to you. He rests his head on his arms and wiggles a little as he settles.
"Are you ready?" you ask, sliding your palm over the smooth skin of his lower back.
"Yes," he says, and no more than that. Before you have time to talk yourself out of it, you cup one of his cheeks, then quickly smack it with the flattest part of your hand.
It's not a particularly hard blow, but Astarion jolts a bit anyway, his cock dragging against the inner part of your thigh. He takes a breath- one, two, three- and you see his fingers flex in the fabric of the bedspread.
"Again," he hisses. "Gods- again," and his voice is low and strained and almost unbelievably fucking hot, and you've never been good at saying no to him. Every time you hit him, he tells you again, more. Every time you hit him, he seems to grow harder against you. You spank him again and again, alternating between cheeks, hitting every part of his ass until his skin glows pink., and you're raising your hand to deliver another blow when he stumbles on his demand.
Your hand stills. "Is this alright?"
Astarion lifts his head to look over his shoulder at you incredulously. "Are you serious?"
"I just want to hear you say it."
You can almost physically see him biting back whatever quip or barb has sprung to the tip of his tongue. "Yes, darling," he says instead, letting his head fall back down to the mattress. "It's alright. It's- it's good."
Reassured, you raise your hand. Astarion tenses when you pull away, already anticipating the next blow. it's obvious that he's expecting it (and that he wants it- he's grinding shallowly against your thigh, little aborted thrusts of his hips that he's clearly struggling to keep control of), but you refuse to give it to him, just for a second. Instead, you trail your fingertips up his side and relish in the reaction you get: a soft sigh and a gorgeous shiver.
He does look good like this, you think to yourself as you squeeze his hip just enough to win a short little gasp. What a privilege to be the one to get to see it. His ass has blushed a very pretty shade of pink where he's taken your blows. Something deep in your belly twists at the knowledge that it's your blood that courses through his veins. Your blood that fills the hard cock digging insistently into your inner thigh.
"How many more do you think, darling?" you murmur, running a soothing hand up his spine and into the downy hair at the nape of his neck. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what will get you there."
He hesitates only a moment. "Twenty." His voice is steadier than you would have thought. "Give me twenty. I..I want to know how it feels."
"Alright, love." Your hand returns to the curve of his ass. You gently press your fingertips into his reddened skin and admire the pale marks left behind.
Later, you'll remember as clearly as if you're living through it again. On the first hit, Astarion gasps, a sharp inhale of breath that he doesn't need or mean to take. On the fifth hit, he starts making sounds in the back of his throat, punched-out little ah-ah-ahs as your hand connects with his ass again and again. On the eleventh hit, Astarion begins to lose control of the movement of his body, and the restrained grind of his cock against your thighs becomes more and more frantic. On the sixteenth hit, he cries out, genuinely cries out, a wordless shout of pain and pleasure. He doesn't say his safe-word, doesn't signal you, just writhes in your lap alive with arousal and need. And on the nineteenth hit, he comes with a wanton, aching moan, unable to stop himself from leaving your thighs an absolute mess. You stop there, and when you gently brush the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead and whisper "thank you," Astarion smiles at you like you've lit the sun.
Afterward, there are hours (maybe even days) of aftercare, and the two of you discuss every single part of what you've done together: what you liked best, what you want to do again, what felt good. The next time you find yourself in the same position, it's him who asks you, a pink flush at the tips of his ears. For now, though, you're content to take care of him.
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PLS DO MORE PERVERT!MIDORIYA 🙏🙏
Pervert!Midoryia
pt.2
pt.1 here
WARNING !! : Pervy drawings and fantasized descriptions, and mention of a boner. Let me know if I missed anything.
Summary : Bullying Midoriya was meant for fun, purely to keep you entertained. That is until he begins to fantasize about your actions.
A/N : Thank u so much for the req anon (о´∀`о) Keep sending in requests my loves !
It's horrible of him, and he knows that. To obsess and fetish over the one thing in his life that keeps him on a constant edge. His bully.
When you first began to pick on Midoriya, he figures that he'll just keep a safe distance. He doesn't bother you, and you don't bother him.
But once it becomes a daily game of cat and mouse, he realizes there must really be no escape to this. And he especially realizes that when he begins to fantasize about all you do to him.
The way his name sounds coming out of your mouth gets him hot all over. Immediate goosebumps that become easily noticeable if you pay attention.
Or when you throw an insult at him to hurt his feelings and ruin his self esteem, but it only gives him a boner because he likes the feeling of you putting him where he belongs.
You don't even notice till the day you snag his journal.
"What's the deal with this notebook of yours, huh?" your arms reach over from behind him and snatch the burnt, rusted notebook. You can tell he's had this for awhile.
Caught off guard, he quick fwips! around to grab it back. "Wait! Don't-" his face falls when he sees the spine bend open as your eyes scan over a page.
His cheeks gets red to the point his freckles are barely visible, and he scrambles to stand from his seat and take back his journal.
Though you quickly stop him with a hand to his chest to push him back down. "So defensive." You huff with a shake of your head.
You flip through a couple more pages as Midoriya stares at you in horror. He really hopes you dont get to the one page, he'd die if anyone were to see it.
His heart is racing, and his hands are trembling, anxious to know what you might do. Maybe you'll throw his book away? Maybe slap him and tell the whole class about his dirty secret?
The world is against him, because as soon as he thinks that, he sees your grin curve into a face of disgust.
Your eyes widen as you now go over every page more carefully, taking your time to actually analyze it. And he swears he's going to dig his own grave if you continue.
But when you slowly close the journal, and clear your throat with a flushed face, he gets confused. Why aren't you mad at him?
"Dork.." you mumble before shoving the notebook into his face and walking away.
Your friends follow behind you, asking why you let him off so easy this time. Though a small, 'felt nice today' leaves your lips so they quit pestering you.
But what they don't know is how Midoriya has written pages and pages all filled with you and your information. From the sketches of you when you don't notice he's there, to anatomy practice of your naked body he had imagined.
The top to bottom pages filled with filthy theories on what you might taste like, how you prefer sex, and the toys you may use.
The most noticeable thing was a drawing of you at an angle behind his head. Mouth agape with eyes teary and stained with mascara. He had you on his lap, green hair tangled from your hand clenching it.
One things for sure, you'll never see that nerd the same again.
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You got so many nasty anons yesterday about Robin so here’s a little something that I wanted to share with you (conversation that went down between me and my 9-year-old in the car this morning)
*Robin comes on shuffle on my playlist, I usually skip it in the car because it makes me cry and I don’t want to cry when driving.*
Son: No, go back, I like that one.
Me: ok *tries to keep it together and focus on the road while he listens to the whole song (for the first time) until it finishes*
Son: Mum?
Me: Yes?
Son: … does Taylor Swift have a child?
Me: *not sure how to answer that* what do you think?
Son: I think she does. Those sound like the things you used to say to me.
Me: yeah… yes I think you’re right.
A child with ears can recognise that this is a parent’s sentiment being expressed. My little Robin, whose tiger and dinosaur days are not yet so far in the past that he doesn’t remember them, can tell that these are things mums and sons do and say. So, there you go. Thought it would warm your heart ☺️
Thank you for sharing this @bettyshoweduptotheparty 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 and yes if even kids can pick up on it well there you go
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LoTR Characters + Pregnant Reader (Wife!Reader)
Back with more parent AU because it's some of my favorite fluff! Consider this a Part 1 to an anon request that’ll be on its way hehe (also an AU where something happens with Celebrían apparently 😥)
Warnings: conception, pregnancy-related illness and symptoms mentioned, very long post lol
Aragorn
✧ Neither of you had made any concrete plans. No set in stone hour of your marriage reserved for the growth of your family or dubbed too early. Thus, you are unsure how your husband will feel about your news, the fact that you got yourself checked out the first moment of illness, mother's intuition in full service already, it would seem. You cannot keep your smile to yourself, though, as you stroll in search of Aragorn, hand hovering about your own waist as if in disbelief. He had just returned from a hunting trip when you found him, smiling shakily at his amusement when you pulled him immediately aside into the next room over. "What troubles your heart?" The man had intuition of his own, years of silent observation- there was no lying to him. "I just learned that I am with child, Aragorn," you took his hand, seeing no point in being anything but direct, "due for the birth next spring if all goes well." "With blossom comes the next blessing of my kin," your husband replied, that wise look in his blue eyes causing you to shake your head fondly, "what could be more beautiful? What a gift you have given me and how could I ever repay it?" Shaking your head once more, you simply grinned and, sighing with relief and anticipation alike, replied that being the amazing father you know him to be will be all you need. Leaning forward, Aragorn laid his head against yours, brushing your noses as he held you.
✧ Looking out upon the kingdom, the realization that is is his kingdom still sinking in, and that he has made this place a home for new life as well. That this is the very reason he fought for a safe world. It brings such a rush to his heart that he goes off in search of you at once, kissing you warmly and caressing your still-small bump.
✧ Aragorn loves doing anything he possibly can to make your days easier, treating you like the queen you quite literally are! He pampers you with treatment like massages, washing your hair for you, drawing you baths, and the like.
✧ While you no doubt have many people at your disposal, quite similarly your husband enjoys cooking for you by hand and memorizes everything that makes you sick if anything as well as the random foods your cravings make you obsessed with, trying to creatively incorporate them into everything.
✧ You knew it already, but your pregnancy brings about the reminder that this man has such a way with encouraging words, his voice the only thing that cuts through the clouds of your changing moods.
✧ Aragorn is the one who tells you not to be so hard on yourself, that you are doing an amazing thing and you are desirable as yourself, no more and no less. No need to hide yourself, no need to perform, no need to feel anything less than the beautiful soul you have always been. Remember, he tells you, he is going nowhere, and you will endure all together.
Legolas
✧ For so long had you and Legolas hoped for your little life, long enough of trial and hope that you’d all but given up until you felt a shift. Felt on the brink of illness at nearly all times, seeking healing for a mystery illness and leaving with news that had your husband holding you for minutes on end, tears sliding down his cheeks, and refusing to let go of your hand all day. Holding you like you might shatter, his other hand wrapped gently around your waist where his hand can brush the curve of your soon-to-be-growing belly. “We did it, my love. We will finally be three.”
✧ Your husband grows wistful, getting a distant look in his eyes before smiling and reminiscing on his younger days. “What demeanor shall our little one have, do you say? I would not mind having two of you,” he teases, while you say a child like him would be much easier!
✧ “Both of your little ones sound quite healthy.” “Both?” You are shocked, but Legolas’s grin never falters, nor does his surprisingly tight, hearty grip upon your shoulders. “Twins,” he keeps repeating in wonder throughout the day.
✧ You and Legolas have a bet running on the twins, if they are to be identical or not. You think they are both boys, while Legolas thinks he has a little girl waiting for him, too. “Wishful thinking,” you tease him. “Absolutely,” he agrees, smiling softly at you.
✧ As time passes, he does tease you about your waddle. “Shall I slow down a bit?” Cheeky prince, but that’s why you love him!
✧ Legolas’s eyes never fix you with anything but awe. He is simply amazed at all the wonders your body is capable of and what it endures. Even though that wonder also manifests as him almost constantly asking if you are alright, it is worth it when your husband looks at you as though captivated by a goddess.
Boromir
✧ Boromir caught you with your eyes bulging out of your head, not a single chance of delaying your discussion. Such news as you have just received can only be considered a blessing, and yet you still are shaken to the core with the spiking precursor of excitement and hope, hope that your husband would be happy. Your words burst forth the moment he took your hands, asking you whatever was wrong and nodding faster and faster with each step of your detailed medical visit. His smile grew and grew until he could hardly help himself, taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss that more than assuaged your worries. “Why do you look so worried? Such a wonderful blessing was beyond anything I could imagine,” he tells you, a hand reaching to rest gently upon you.
✧ He all but tackles you to bed that night, kissing again and again your lips, your cheeks, and down finally to your belly.
✧ Boromir’s appreciation of your body never ceases your entire wait. His hands always caressing you, his words always sweet upon your ears, especially to cut through the deprecating ones your own lips utter. It baffles your husband that you cannot see how utterly glowing you are.
✧ One hundred percent though will he be teasing you about the odd cravings you get; even as he goes to fetch them he’s making faces, asking if you’re sure, joking about what strange taste the little one has.
✧ You suspect you are carrying a son while Boromir’s guess is a little girl. After you remind him that a mother knows, he rests a hand over your bump and replies with a teasing grin “Why can’t a father know as well?” “Because you do not have to carry him for the better part of a year!”
✧ One of Boromir's favorite things in this world is the sight of how his lent garments fit you tighter and tighter, bringing a twinge to both the loving and the possessive sides of his heart...and his hands to wrap around you or cup your cheeks and pull you into a kiss!
Gimli
✧ His intuition is off the proverbial charts. It is he who first makes any mention of your chances, stating you should not strain yourself in your condition. You are confused, you even protest, but in the end you have your little appointment and your husband has a smug little moment of ‘I told you so’ before the realization of just what he’d been sensing hits him, dropping his jaw and sending his arms flying about you, lifting you up into the air with a hearty laugh. “The mighty line continues! And thanks to such a beautiful lassie no less! You'll want for nothing, I promise you, and no harm'll come to either of you while I yet draw breath."
✧ Has strong opinions about how well you should be eating, so barring you being stricken with sickness Gimli will be making or otherwise providing for you the heartiest of meals, all the things he believes are necessary to raise up a strong little dwarfling. Thank the fortitude and solace of his people, but you are sick very little your entire journey with this and all other little ones you share!
✧ Given the strength of dwarven genetics, you both assume that you are expecting a boy; thus, your husband insists on crafting a tiny axe for him. “For when he’s older, of course!” Gimli assures you, waving his hands defensively.
✧ No worries about your pregnancy weight here- suffice it to say that a dwarf finds the extra pounds quite appealing and has no hesitation about showing you such!
✧ Any exhaustion you feel is the only thing that stops Gimli from taking you around to all his friends and loved ones and likely anyone else who will listen and announce that he has a child on the way!
✧ Nesting is a very strong instinct of his! Gimli builds and crafts by hand all of your baby's furniture and decor, even an adorable mobile of horses, little dwarves with pickaxes, and little effigies of your favorite animal all dangling above his crib! Leaning his head against your belly, he asks the baby "Well, what do you think? Only the finest for my little flame!"
Frodo
✧ Your husband wasn’t sure at first. Not sure if he would feel whole enough after all he endured to bring a life into this world, but you, oh, you… The one who brought life vividly rushing back to his heart, color returning to his life and comfort to his pain. One day a pang struck his heart and he realized it would mean the world if after it all he was able to create life, and more importantly to have something so amazing come of your love. Soon after you both eagerly hoped for the signs, and it took but a few months. Frodo worried you would be sick, but confirmation comes after weeks without your cycle, nothing more. For once, no pain shall come to Frodo Baggins or those he loves.
✧ Your health is his greatest concern, so much so in fact that Frodo has soon befriended practically every midwife in the Shire, melting them with his endearing eagerness to know all he can about your possible afflictions and what you need. His concerns soon gather you the proverbial village of help should you ever send Frodo off for something beyond his breadth.
✧ It breaks Frodo's heart when his nightmares or moments of panic coincide with your own fragile emotions for the first time, for he should be caring for you, not the other way around, but when you hold each other, tears soaking into the opposite shirt, he realizes that what you two have is an understanding and trust strong enough to fortify each other even in darkness.
✧ In case you were not already aware, you are so lucky in your choice of husband! Discussing names soon emerges into your conversation and it almost takes you aback how quickly agreements on a girl and boy name are reached!
✧ The one time during your entire wait for your little one that brings tears to Frodo’s eyes is the day you bring home a bolt of fabric and when he asks what it is for, you answer to make him and your new arrival matching garments.
✧ You catch him smiling widely at you, love glowing in his bright blue eyes as he watches you do even the smallest things, your little waddle or the way you practice folding diaper cloth. All you can imagine is those same eyes fixed upon a babe in his arms, shooting Frodo the same look right back.
Sam
✧ It seemed that every other conversation you shared with your beloved Samwise revolved around babies, so much so that your few still-unmarried friends had grown sick of it. Anyone with a baby in the Shire, though, knew who to look toward for care! You and Sam gushed over little clothes, little hands, went on for goodness-knows-how-long about how much you'd like a little Sam and he wants a miniature version of the loveliest girl he'd ever seen followed of course by you saying why not both? Sam loved life so much, saw beauty in growth and creation and every joy in it, so of course he wanted a big family and all his infectious sunshine on the subject just made you fall in love with him more and more. Months of trying passed, though, before you came to Sam in a daze, before you cupped his precious face in your hands and whispered to him we did it. Before he tackled you to the soft grassy ground and held you, weeping tears of joy and kissing your hands, your cheeks, finally your lips once he'd spoken how much he loved you.
✧ Takes to sleeping a bit lower, his head nuzzled against your torso. In the night you can feel his nose and lips ghosting over it and even hear little whispers when you both can't sleep, but you say nothing, letting Sam have his moments with the little one.
✧ The worry he has about everything the first time around. "Are you sure you can eat that? I don't want you to get sick." "Is that too heavy?" "Don't trouble yourself a mite when I'm right here, I'll bend over for it." "Alright, only if you're certain nothing will happen to the baby, sweetheart." As much as you want to remind him that you are still a fully functional woman, you know that Sam is an action man and this is his way of showing he cares.
✧ The meals he cooks you. You will be eating like a queen all because Sam wants to keep the baby strong, of course! As a bonus, it truly is like he knows what sets you off and avoids those things without even having to ask.
✧ “Imagine all the wee feet running through here,” Sam muses in bed one night, your head tucked in the crook of his neck. “The little hands grasping ours,” you add. “All the little ribbons we can tie in a girl’s hair.” “Taking your little boy out to the garden!” Once again, your friends act positively sick of how sweet you are, but inside anyone can see how deliriously happy you and Sam are and feel warmed by it.
✧ “When the time comes,” Sam always assures you, your hand tightly in his, “I’ll be right here. Wild horses could hardly drag your Sam away.”
Merry
✧ Your reveal is made a bit anticlimactic thanks to your husband’s teasing ways. “You’re knitting.” Glancing down at your work, you simply nod. “Yes.” “You never knit.” Merry’s eyes narrow. “Is it for somebody?” “If you must know,” you set your needles carefully in your lap and tease back, “this is for your child. Any complaints now?” “My child?” Jaw dropping, Merry looks at you like you’d just offered him the whole of Middle Earth. “That’s right,” your voice softens, even cracking a bit with emotion at the sight of his smile, “you’re going to be a father, Merry.”
✧ Merry’s adorable little habit of making you a pillow pile to lay on during your time of the month carries right through to your pregnancy. And of course it continues even when you remind him you’ll not be able to stand up from in because he will be right there to help you up!
✧ Because you've taken up knitting, Merry wheedles with all his charm and love and kisses an additional creation from you: a sweater made from the same yarn as baby's. "You are lucky to be so adorable," you tease him, looking up from your work to kiss his lovely lips. Maybe, you thought, a whole matching set for three would be in order, though…
✧ Another one who teases you, joking about how he is finally able to outrun you!
✧ The type of father to chastise the baby whenever they kick you too hard, lecturing to the front of your dress about hurting your mother and how that simply won’t do, then looking up at you with a humored smile.
✧ Compliments increase at least twofold upon your revelation, Merry never sparing the kindest words about your strength, certainly, but mostly your beauty. Never once during any pregnancy do you feel unloved, unwanted, unattractive, for even when your eyes can find no light within your reflection there your husband is practically worshipping every corner of your form.
Pippin
✧ Desire for a family was something that had drawn you two together as a couple, though you may have found yourself talking Pippin down from ten children! “Maybe start with five,” you would always tease him. So the moment your hypothesis is tested and confirmed, a grin you can’t remove spreads across your face and you run to collect everything for your surprise. Surprise is the only word you can use when Pippin opens his gift and sees the tiny knitted hat you’ve placed inside the box. “What is this for? Little small, is it not?” “If it was for us, perhaps.” It ended up taking you reaching out for his hand and resting it upon your lower belly for the massive grin to spread across his face, but once it does Pippin is laughing loudly and giddily, swinging you back and forth in ecstasy!
✧ Runs to get you whatever your need with barely an question. After all, who is he to say what it's like being with child, and if you want it, you shall have it. Hot water bottle? Certainly. A cup of tea? Of course. Three more pillows? Why, he'll strip your whole bed down. Panics a little if the request is to relieve pain, so prepare to hear a crash or the shuffle of a trip or two before you have the item in hand or on body.
✧ "What is this for?" "What are these?" Lucky you love him, your husband does have many a question of all the supplies you gather for after your new addition is welcomed. "Oh, to keep the hands safe? That makes sense." "Wait, you need to wear that... to catch the bloo- oh, my." He gulps. "I'm going out right now. I'm getting you a cake and some jewelry and some flowers and anything else you'd like."
✧ Can barely keep his hands to himself. Pippin was always the most affectionate husband you could ask for, but now? Now you two are practically a package set and nary can you travel without his arm around you, hand about your waist and gently running up and down over your little growing bump.
✧ Your baby seems to have inherited your husband’s personality, for even before the birth many signs of how active your little one is are present! Those poor ribs of yours will get kicked more than a few times with all the fluttering your little one stirs up inside of you! Pippin, of course, wants to feel it all and luckily he is never far from the scene. If he is, though, you bet he will run!
✧ Pippin is always laying with his cheek resting on your belly, talking to the baby about anything from how his day’s gone to how they have the most amazing and beautiful mother. Your heart can’t help fluttering every time.
Faramir
✧ Faramir has the most uncanny way of reading you like a book, a habit endearing as it is frustrating. Thus the moment he catches you smiling to yourself he is smiling back, approaching you with teasing question of what has you so happy. For once, though, you have the satisfaction of catching your husband off guard, resting your head against his shoulder and a hand upon his chest as you tell him you just cannot wait to see him as a father. "Someday, my love," he takes your hand and kisses it, "if I am so blessed." Giggling, you shake your head against him. "Blessed indeed! Someday shall be this fall," you answer, and peeling back from him you receive another spike of satisfaction at his wide blue eyes, the drop of his jaw and the race of his heart beneath your hand. "Are you certain?" You nod. This time, he takes both of your hands in his and with tears in his eyes thanks the heavens for you even as he shakily laughs, your bright demeanor never failing to put a smile upon his face. "Our child will be so loved." "I know."
✧ Your husband finds himself lost in reverie more and more often, drifting out of reality into some distant, but nowhere near out-of-reach, dream of your family, seeing you as a mother the most beautiful sight he can conjure.
✧ Faramir adores holding you from behind, his hands curled gently over where your bump forms and his head resting gently upon your shoulder, flowing hair tickling your cheeks and neck lightly.
✧ "One for each of us," is Faramir's joke when one of Gondor's finest medics grants you the knowledge that you are not expecting one child, but two. Your husband is there in the storms, the waves of anxiety rolling within you over being there for your twins. "You are not alone," he always reminds you, a hand joined with yours right over the twins' little hearts.
✧ If you wanted a husband who actually does his due diligence learning all he can about growing babies, birth, and postpartum care, then Faramir is another excellent choice! He’ll be spouting off facts about the whole thing ranging from what size the babies currently are to why you might have contractions after giving birth. Your mood determines whether you listen in or tell him to kindly stop.
✧ Just as with you, Faramir’s insecurities sometimes get the better of him, but they also fuel him, bringing a fire you can see to his fair eyes as he speaks with determination how he will love all his children equally.
Eomer
✧ Pride glows upon your countenance as you flit about the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the roast you'd made for dinner. A kingly feast is in order, for not only had you heard your husband performed exceptional drills this day, but you yourself are the host of something exceptional. Eomer and you have been enjoying each other's company much these days, so the news is not so much of a shock as it is a celebration, exuberance at a line enduring, two dreams fulfilled as one, especially for your husband, who speaks often of how he longs for a full, boisterous home. Six if he's lucky. Well, you can hardly wait to help him along, pulling Eomer into your arms for an enthusiastic kiss before he can even toe his boots off, and when he chuckles and asks what has taken hold of his beautiful wife you let your news fly. Shouting for joy with abandon, Eomer lifts you up into his arms bridal-style, kissing your lips again and again. Dinner is all but forgotten as he kneels before you, holding your waist and pressing kisses all over the bodice of your dress and thanking you for making his day, nay, his life, perfect.
✧ Eomer is always proud of you, but the moment he finds out you are with child that feeling swells and positively drips off of him, every outing with him suddenly seeming quite like a chance for him to show you off. An arm around you at all times, a smile of great joy and satisfaction, news shared to all who dare make conversation with you both, and even kisses in public! Eomer is simply on top of the world and not a thing will topple his spirits.
✧ As somebody who never much studied the workings of women, though, Eomer is… a bit out of his depth. You will have to teach him some things like why your emotions swing so or what to look out for to know when your water breaks. This man has been in battle, seen heads roll in the most literal sense, and yet when you describe the eventual passing of your placenta his entire face contorts in a look of horror that has you all but doubled over in laughter.
✧ “You look so beautiful with child,” Eomer purrs, “we’ll have to do this again sometime.” You smack his arm, but cannot resist giggling at the way your husband still gives you butterflies.
✧ Your new addition had not even arrived yet and Eomer is commissioning a child-sized saddle, unable to contain his excitement as he describes all their future rides to you!
✧ As you dream up names, Eomer has many suggestions from the great halls of his own people, ancestors and great warriors alike, but making considerations of your own background is equally important to him, so he is more than willing to go back and forth for the perfect solution.
Eowyn
✧ No one had thought it possible, but they should have known. Impossible was not in Eowyn’s lexicon, and that was exactly why you loved her, one part within many of why you became her wife. And now, the healer confirmed you were carrying her child. …Very well, technically her banner-bearer’s child as the two of you had been forced to get a bit creative, but to have support and help from those who had begun with such uncertainty meant the world. Even Eomer had come around, having offered similarly, but of course you had to remind him that Eowyn wanted a child of her own, not a niece or nephew! Without Guthláf’s, er, donation, you would never bear witness to the broad and beautiful smile on your wife’s face, the tears glistening in the gorgeous blue of her eyes. “A child…” “Our child,” you add, leaning forward until your foreheads touched and noses brushed, a tearful smile upon your own face as your wife gently held your waist.
✧ Having worked so many times as a nurse lends well at least to Eowyn, for she is firm and unrelenting in her urging, nay, forcing, you to rest. No ifs, ands, or buts are to be accepted from your strong-willed beauty, let her dote on you, for she does it with great pleasure. And besides, the harder you fight, the harder she'll work to keep you lain down.
✧ Understanding the pain and symptoms of your time of the month completely also translates; thus Eowyn is ready with remedies for your aches and pains, hot water and herbs awaiting you. She rarely snaps back at your moods, choosing to be silent in the worst of times because she knows. Really, she does.
✧ She cooks for you, and whether you say anything about that or not likely depends on how willing to hide your honesty behind the hormone excuse if it is not taken well.
✧ Reminds you constantly how strong you are. In your lowest of moments, the times you struggle to stand and straighten your aching spine, feeling massive and utterly useless, Eowyn is there to hold your hand and tell you that you are hosting and creating life as she so speaks. You have made the ultimate sacrifice of your body and the greatest of pain to bring just as great a blessing to yourself and your wife. Far from useless, you are divine.
✧ “What does it feel like?” Resting her head on her hand, the one that wasn’t lain against your fluttering belly, she questions you as the baby kicks. “For you?” Part of her wishes to have this experience herself someday, while another takes your descriptions with trepidation. She does not enjoy being restricted, after all.
Haldir
✧ “Lie down, please, my love.” Haldir’s concern with your sickness increased daily as did the pain of seeing you feeling so weak and ill. You tried to push through and for as much as he loved your strength, your husband was not having it this time. Pride was not worth seeing you doubled over again, whether from pain or, arguably worse, illness. You relented in the end, resting and beneath the spinning of your head at the end of the day feeling not a seed of energy to protest an inspection. Healing herbs had you perking up a bit, and perked up you needed to be when the dark-haired, round-faced healer nodded sagely and with a wide smile told you you were with child, and these early days were likely to be the worst. For the first time in days the sobs that escaped you were accompanied by a smile, your face utterly breaking as Haldir held you against his chest, weeping too and thanking you for all you would endure for this blessing.
✧ Physically carries you places as often as he can be spared to do so. Lifts you up bridal-style to move you across your home and sits you up before he feeds you. Your illness brings out a tender, caring side you have never seen in your strong, stoic husband, but it makes your heart swell that much more for him and for the life you two are to have with your child.
✧ Another symptom you experience is the aching and swelling of your feet, but Haldir sits you down facing him and makes the best work of them he can, hands gentle as always as they soothe your skin.
✧ Even in the later months as your illness abates, though, your husband remains protective as ever, standing between you and any potential harm with the fiercest look upon his face and a hand upon your middle, even if the threat is an object you’ve hurt yourself on.
✧ The way shock melts into a wide, ecstatic smile unlike your husband’s typical demeanor when the healer repeats that yes, she could definitely hear two heartbeats beside yours is worth more than any gold in the world. Haldir pulls you into his arms, chuckling deeply. You feel his head shake slightly, slowly, atop yours in wonder.
✧ When you sleep, Haldir will always be holding you close, whether it is an arm draped over your bump loosely if you’re hot or need space or else you fully tucked into your husband’s warm embrace.
Galadriel
✧ Galadriel is actually the one who assuages your worries that your dream will not come true, having full faith in you as much as the magic of this world. And she is right, of course, confidence proven in the aid you receive from a member of her guard and even the way she knows it to be true before the healer even confirms the news. As much as she jokes about seeing a glow around you, the width of her beautiful blue eyes, the shine therein, tells you that your wife is as elated to hear it beyond a shadow of a doubt as you are: you are hosting a little life for you both to nurture.
✧ You being pregnant only aids in her mysterious nature. She can be convening in a council with the wisest of minds from afar and will use you as an excuse to step away at her will. "If you will excuse me. My wife is with child." They are not even aware she is married. Some of them may not understand how it all works, but before they can ask any clarifying questions Galadriel has already slipped away to be with you.
✧ One tendency you unwittingly adopt is falling asleep in the oddest of places, your exhausted body giving out upon its own terms. Always will you wake up draped in one of your wife’s shawls or blankets, however, no matter how odd the spot.
✧ Both of you can hardly resist the allure of tiny garments, smiling every time you see them. It also rings a bell of realization within your minds as you hold a tiny gown up to your midsection. Truly as you speak, there is a tiny body within you! What magic it is to be a woman!
✧ What magic indeed, you later reflect as another pain strikes your back not long after. Hosting tiny bodies came with all the assorted blessings and curses of your kind, one not long without the other. Sighing, you make to approach the chaise across the room and soon your wife is with you, moving its drapes aside and lowering you gently to its cushions, a soothing hand tracing up and down your aching spine.
✧ "I hope she looks like you," you both turn to each other and say simultaneously, mothers' intuition firmly aligned in your hearts, from which so much love for each other pours from, Galadriel immediately drawing you closer to press her lips to the crown of your head.
Arwen
✧ Elrond had been quite hesitant about your relationship with his daughter at first- were you the best choice for her? Could someone like you keep her safe? And how, of course, would she be given the child she so desired? Questions you yourself had posed to her, but she refused to listen, telling you her mind, and heart, were sealed. Little do you know, however, that all of Rivendell would come to love you as their own, see and praise the way you cared for Arwen, and in Lindir’s case even provide the healers with a chance at you giving your wife the family you both yearned for. The moment you tell her the healers’ method worked and she is to he a mother, you both are, her features lighten, taking on the wondrous joy of youth again as she grabs your face, falling onto you with a kiss of pure love.
✧ So accusing if you've overexerted yourself, leaning in closer with a look of sometimes-teasing, sometimes-serious scrutiny. "Surely you did not carry that up the stairs all by yourself, right?"
✧ Do not even bother trying to fake feeling up to anything, whatever the task, for Arwen can see right through you and will insist you sit down, taking your hands in hers. "Rest. You have your burden- let me take the others. My heart bears no ill."
✧ Her affection gets softer, light touches to your waist and hands resting over yours. One hand upon your hip or belly and one on your shoulder as you two sway gently, foreheads pressed together.
✧ Arranging your nursery is one of Arwen's favorite pastimes: painting a gorgeous meadow mural upon the wall, stitching a soft toy to lay within the crib, asking you which fabric you prefer for blankets.
✧ Your bundle of joy can make sleep difficult, but one silver lining Arwen points out in a low whisper one morning is how many sunrises you’ve now gotten to share with each other.
Elrond
✧ Reservations about having a fourth child so long after the others disappeared every time Lord Elrond caught sight of you holding a neighbor’s child or even just showing the loving care that had him convinced he would be well even marrying a second time at all. Every smile, every sweet thing you did, all of it came back to Elrond in a rush when you told him he was to become a father again. For once he did not feel too old, too tired, nothing but the elation of his every desire unfurling to him before his very eyes from your warm embrace. To be chosen as the father to your child was the greatest honor the lord of Rivendell could imagine.
✧ Your every ailment is minimal, for Elrond knows exactly what is best for each and every one. Nausea? The perfect tea blend awaits to calm the waves you feel. Aches and cramps? Your husband is happy to give you the most heavenly massage, his hands finding every needed spot as if by magic. A swell of emotion? He does not speak unless bidden to, simply holding you through sudden waves of tears, frustration, or both until he feels your body relax against his.
✧ Being married to an elf with the gift of foresight comes with the benefit of worries soothed, but also a joke shared between you both. For many a time you teasingly chastise him not to look too far and spoil the surprise of whether you have a son or daughter on the way!
✧ Standing behind you, Elrond rests his hands around your middle and presses a kiss to your cheek. Just when you think the bliss of this moment, of having your whole little new family all together within your husband’s arms, cannot increase is when Elrond shifts his hands, taking on the great weight you carry. Peering up into his soft blue eyes, your whole body deflates in a sigh of sweet relief as he holds you.
✧ He can never truly understand your experience, but Elrond has witnessed this process. All he wishes is to tell you all your pain shall pass, even the worst memories will fade and ease, but such words will sound insensitive, so all he does is continue to hold your hand and stand proudly at your side.
✧ One thing your husband cannot resist is showering your future little one with gifts, even jewelry for when they are a bit older and the tiniest circlet to place upon the beloved head, matching Adar's perfectly.
Want to meet the little ones? Part 2 coming soon 😉
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Other than CoolBF! sukuna and loser gf! Reader, I can't believe many people aren't talking about loner! Choso 😭😭 it's so cute?? 😭 The MYRIAD of things that can happen to them like reader asking choso to do make up on him because 1. It's cute and 2. She wants to practice her make up skills 😭 both are cute
𝝑𝝔 an: thank u thank u thaaank uu, lovely anon!! hope you enjoy this <33 read more here!!
choso literally teleports to your side as soon as you call out for him from your bedroom. he puts away every task he had in hand and walks into your room, giving you a questioning look before he notices you sitting on your bed with a pile of cosmetic stuff by your side. you beckon him to come sit with you and crawl on his lap, making him hiss from the unexpectedness.
"choo~" you cup his cheeks with both hands and beam at him brightly. "can i do your make up?"
honestly, you can do anything you want to him as long as you're in his lap and he can run his hands all over your body, just like he's doing now. so he just smiles at you lovingly and nods in agreement, his heart warming when you squeal in happiness and lean down to peck his cheeks repeatedly.
it's also a bonus that he gets to be so close to you and listen to your endless rambles and watch your expressive face, one of his favorite things to do. to be honest, half of the things you say he doesn't understand generally, but he still nods and says 'sure' whenever you look at him for confirmation.
you put a lot of stuff on his face, he has no idea what is a 'primer' or 'conceaaler', but he knows what is a moisturizer since you force him to at least do that every morning and night. you dab about a million products on his face with a spongy thing while you hum along to your favorie songs and tell him to shut up whenever he joins you too.
"choso! you're gonna ruin the lip combo, stop!"
"sorry, pup."
when it's time to put on eye makeup, choso has the opportunity to witness the cute face you make whenever you’re extremely focused on something; brows pinched together and the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth as one of your hands tilts his face to the right angle while the other glides the eyeliner over his eyelid. it kind of tickles and he has the urge to tickle you back, but he doesn't want to ruin your hard work so he just stays silent until you are finished.
"oh!" you exclaim as you pull away to look at him. your eyes are glimmering with joy and pride so he takes it that he doesn't look like a clown. "cho, you look so pretty!"
you give him a small mirror, "i do?"
one thing that surprises him is that his dark undereyes are almost fully covered while the tattoo on his nose is visible. his lips are also not colourless anymore, now contoured with soft pink and a covered with a lipstick that's a bit darker and a gloss. there's a matching shade of artficial blush covering his cheeks and his brows look more neat. his eyes have curled lashes and drawn ends, looking more graceful than ever.
"do you like it, choso?"
"if you like it, then i love it."
your smile is so wide that choso can't help his own from stretching on his coloured lips. if you're going to smile like this for him every time then he's ready to be your doll forever.
#— miya writes!#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk choso#choso#choso x female reader#choso x you#choso fluff#choso kamo#choso x reader#jujutsu kaisen choso#fluff
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Rediscovered the magic of shotgunning smoke, holy shit it's so hot. I wanna try it with my boy so bad 😮💨😮💨
note; tell me why my lecture sent me to the shadow realm, that shit is better than melatonin. also, you're so right anon because why is it that hot for no reason? got me acting up
warnings; sub male, soft dom reader, gn reader, 'puppy',
The weight of his thigh against your own prompted you to look over, the joint hanging loosely in your fingers. He was reclined, head tilted back as his breathing evened out. Still, he looked in your direction, eyes dilated with the cutest blush over his cheeks. He was new at smoking, so pilant and ready for you to teach him everything there was to know. At least that's what he made it out to be.
After all, you had seen that look on his face a few times before, that look of abandon. It wasn't so much about the sensation of the drug than it was about the feeling of handing over control to you. He had mumbled about the attractiveness of your experience more often than not, it had spread to other facets of his life.
Of course you were going to indulge him, you'd do about anything for him if he asked with those adorable eyes of his. You were weak when it came to him.
"Want more puppy?" You hummed as you rolled the joint in your fingers for a moment, pressing it against your lips and drawing the smoke in before letting it billow back out. He seemed to trail the haze, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. A smirk rose to your face. He nodded, his hand going to rest on your thigh as he held out his hand to take it from you.
"Open up then." His eyes widened as you drew in once more, your free hand going to grasp his chin so you could direct his head where you wanted. A strained moan left his mouth as he let his lips part, allowing you to lean in and gently blow the smoke into his mouth. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut. The leftover smoke drifted between the two of you as his chest pushed into your shoulder.
"So fuckin' pretty for me huh?" You mused as your thumb stroked over his lips, slick with his drool. He looked up at you, eyelashes obscuring his pretty eyes as he breathed against your finger.
"Look at you puppy, can see your cock straining against your jeans. Turned on from a little smoke?" You grinned as you let your hand trail to his zipper, slowly sliding it down so you could pull him from his boxers. He seemed to jerk at the feeling, sensitive in more ways than one. The high only made you more intent on getting his cock to leak, finger swiping the tip before your hand coiled around him gently.
"Gotta treat you nice and good yeah? Wouldn't want my pretty little boy to cry." A whine left his mouth as his hips rolled into your hand, sharp and jagged breaths left his mouth as he massaged your thigh. Your heart jumped at the sight, he was always so pretty under you. His pleasure was in your hands, not only that but he trusted you with himself. He let you do whatever you wanted to him.
"Gonna cum for you..." He sighed, his forehead going to rest on your shoulder as he breathed out slowly. He was losing himself in the feeling and honestly what more could you ask of him? You leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of his head as his breathing stuttered once and then twice. You could feel the heat of his dick as he thrust upwards into your hand, letting himself go as the smoke and his pleasure took him into the clouds.
A thankful and relieved whine left his mouth, he knew you'd look after him as he revelled in the feeling and he knew you'd be there when he came back down... ready to do it all over again.
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Arthur with someone who's unconventional attractive, like they don't fit the beauty standard but are pretty in their pwn way, Arthur loves the way they look, for the reader sometimes think they are ugly because no one else thinks they are pretty
In His Eyes
thank u anon <3
warnings: insecure reader, crying, lil bit of angst, comfort, fluff
word count: 652
You always had felt like you weren't as pretty, and on top of that nobody ever told you if you were, it never repaired how you saw yourself. So you avoided mirrors and things that would show your reflection, avoided them like the plague.
You didn't wear what most people wore in your time, just some regular old pants and shirts. Arthur never understood what you felt, he always thought of you as the prettiest person he'd ever seen, and cannot fathom how you treat yourself because of your skewed idea on your own self image.
He noticed the extra precautions you took to avoid showing yourself to anyone, including him.
You looked into the mirror that he had for his shaving kit and sighed.
You walked over to the cot, sitting down and just thinking, you groaned and scooted further onto the cot, holding yourself.
The thought of being ugly haunted you, it wasn't what you wanted, for it wasn't anywhere near what you wanted. All you needed was to be pretty, to feel safe in your skin, to not be afraid. So when Arthur came around telling you how good looking you were, it felt as if you were a fraud, living some kind of lie, or that he was lying to you.
Arthur never lied about it.
Your eyes started to tear up and your face went emotionless, you wanted to hide away. You could feel your lip trembling and your breath hitch at a specific thought.
Oh, but the way Arthur looked at you, like he loved you so much, so easily, yet it took you everything to even love yourself. Maybe you don't deserve him, you kept thinking. The thought of it made your heart physically hurt. You broke and let out a silent sob.
Arthur was walking past his tent when he saw you on the cot, hiding your face. "Hey, hey now... what's wrong?" He immediately walked over to you and sat down next to you. You jumped at the sound of his voice, and his hands on you, you felt so lost looking into his eyes. And he wondered why you were crying.
"M'fine, Arthur." You quickly wiped away your tears and tried to force a smile, but your eyes avoided his gaze. His blueish green eyes looking right into yours. He gritted his teeth upon hearing you try and excuse it. He shook his head.
"No, you're not okay." When he said this, you cried. He hugged you and kept you close. He just let you cry in his arms.
"How can you even love me?" You cried out and he shook his head.
"'Cause who wouldn't, darlin'?" He said softly, "Why wouldn't I?"
"Have you seen me?" You struggled to say as you cried. He nods.
"Yes, I have, and you're beautiful."
It was some time until you stopped, and let the all consuming feeling of his touch consume you.
You sniffled a bit, and he hummed.
"You're everything in my eyes, nothing will ever change that. I want you to know that." He spoke quietly, carefully. "I hate the way you think you're not good enough, 'cause for me, you are everything."
His words soothed you, the way you knew he meant it, his eyes followed his emotions and his emotions followed his words.
He made you feel so much better. "Thank you, for that..." You hardly knew what to say, it was alleviating, the way he took care of you in every problem you had. It made it all fade away slowly, making you feel so much better. You kissed him, and he kissed you back. When you smile, he chuckled.
"There's the smile." He smiled back at you. Oh man, he made you a better person, he made you want to love yourself even with the imperfections that you were so hung up on.
He made it all better.
#red dead redemption 2#fluff#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#rdr2 fanfic#red dead redemption#rdr2#arthur morgan x you#arthur morgan fluff#rdr2 fluff
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hii! could i request a stone x reader where the fic is based on the song “Lemon Boy” by cavetown?
reader shows up one day in the alley vinnie,skipp and stone stay at and they kick them out multiple times but the reader just keeps coming back!!
they figured they arent getting rid of reader so they just let them be and stone gets closer to them and figures out that reader can be pretty sweet and just a really great person, even though they are bitter and dry at first
thank you if you write this ilysm and take care of yourself<3
sending love, 👽anon
Just Like a Dog
Stone x Reader
a/n: I used to be obsessed with this song back in 2020😭
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“How much longer are you going to stand there?” Stone asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he grumbled. You perked up, but stayed silent. “Stone! You don’t need to be so mean.” Skipp frowned, looking over to you. “Just tell them to bug off!” Vinnie yelled from a dumpster. Stone rolled his eyes, walking up to you. “Go!” He said, poking your forehead, causing you to stumbled back.
You frowned, glancing off before walking away. “Really? We didn’t need to be that mean!” Skipp shouted. “Whatever, just keep looking for beans.” Stone said as he pushed Skipp into a trash can. Stone’s eyes traveled back to you—he felt his heart skip a beat. Before he shrugged.
“They are behind me, aren’t they?” Stone asked, sighing. Vinnie and Skipp nodded. “Can I have some?” You asked bitterly. Stone was taken aback by your tone of voice. "No." He said, holding his bottle of alcove close to him. "Fuck off." He said, rolling his eyes as he grumbled. "You're like a stalker," Vinnie muttered as she raised an eyebrow. "A creepy one." "Vinnie!" Skipp said, his eyebrows furrowed. "What? You know it's true!" "Yeah...but you can't just say it to their face." You frowned, glancing off. You didn't mean for your tone of voice to come off as bitter, or even mean.
"Now buzz off, weirdo." Stone sighed. You nodded. "Sorry..." You muttered before you walked off. Stone observed you as you walked away, his eyebrows furrowed. He huffed.
Stone tapped his foot, waiting for you to come by. For almost three months, you always stopped by every single day. Even if it was for a little bit. "They're late." He muttered, his eyes locked on the street. "It is weird...hopefully they're okay..." Vinnie frowned as she tilted her head to the side.
You came into view, holding a bag. You walked over to the three. "I brought some food." As you spoke, a small smile appeared on your lips. Skipp perked up, smiling happily. "Hey!" He smiled, peeking over your shoulder. "Hi, I got you some apples." You said, reaching into the bag and pulling out an apple. You gave it to Skipp, who quickly nibbled at it.
"I got something for you, Vinnie." You said, walking up to her, and grabbing two full cans of beans. She gasped, her jaw dropping. 'oh my god." She muttered, taking the beans into her arms, and then sitting on the ground in utter shock.
Stone watched as his friends got something from you. His eyebrows furrowed, waiting for his turn. You finally turned to him. "I got something for you." You said, taking out a bottle of alcohol. He perked up, taking it from your hands. "Thanks." He said, popping it open and taking a swing.
The four of you sat against the wall. Vinnie and Skipp were on one side, while Stone and you were on the other. "Remember when we hated you?" Vinnie spoke up, eating her beans. You sighed, nodding. "Of course I do." You smiled weakly. "I'm glad you insisted on coming back every day! You are the best!" Vinnie smiled, and Skipp nodded.
"Thank you.." "OH! Stone used to mutter how much he missed you!" "NO, I DIDN'T."
#ramshackle x you#x you#ramshackle x reader#oneshot#stone x reader ramshackle#stone x reader#x reader#silly#ramshackle stone#fluff
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hey, fi, how’s your uni life going? did subject get any easier? deeply missing you chatting with us :( but i hope that you are feeling better, sending all the love!
hi anon! 🥰
uni life is going OK, things have really ramped up in this second half of the school year, but my last exam is at the end of the month so hopefully after that i can breathe a little easier and finally get to my inbox! i reread my asks all the time, it warms my heart every time bc people are just so nice 😭
i had my own little ccc/modern-consort!reader moment recently, which was very exciting. i got invited to attend a political conference in brussels on the future of europe-asian relations, very exciting. ya girl might even get to co-write and publish an academic piece after it 👀
this is also actually a really fun time to tell you guys that i'll be studying at a university in tokyo for a year starting this september! (hopefully, my application's being reviewed, visa process just starting, please keep fingers and toes crossed for me 😭)
so yes, lots of stuff happening right now with fi! excited for summer, and excited to claw back some free time to get back to writing and interacting with all you guys ❤️
#hey there anon 👋#fi rambles#always balancing a fine line between sharing fun updates on my life while obscuring enough detail to avoid doxxing myself 😂
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34 with an ao3 account is crazy
….. is it?
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agh….. there are a lot of little things about kevin’s treatment in tkm especially that really hurt me, but the whole situation with telling wymack is the worst of it. give our boy a break 😭😭😭😭 he’s struggling!
SO MEAN TO HIM i was just talking to luni liaisun about this yesterday but the way kevin is blamed for so many things that are not at all his fault (neil going to evermore out of his own volition, kayleigh hiding that he's wymack's son, neil asking him to lie about his past and not tell the foxes that he's the butcher's son) and subsequently isolated from the group because of that is insane LOL i think kevin and andrew get a pretty similar treatment from the upperclassmen but by the end of tkm andrew has been 'humanized' to them through neil while kevin hasnt yet shown the threshold of humanity needed to be treated like a person worthy of grace and understanding
this is mostly a personal opinion and can be totally disregarded from canon intentions but to me kevin's isolation from the foxes is very relevant to my own experiences of navigating the world while noticeably neurodivergent, and its one of the things that brought me closer to kevin's character in the first place. i think while reading it is easy to agree with how the world at large (and even kevin himself at times) thinks kevin is, but kevin's crime really is that he's weird even among people who are weird; he's annoying and he's overinvested and he's programmed and when you're neurodivergent that's three of the top reasons why people choose to deny you kindness and humanity and understanding. i'm not sure where i was going with this and i'm not the best at articulating my thoughts on this subject, and of course kevin is annoying and intense, but that's not. illegal. you know? a person being annoying to you shouldn't make them an easy target for all of your frustrations and that's, ultimately, a very Autistic Experience
#every day i sit in bed thinking about dan telling andrew if he ever harms another person on the team he's out of it then doing fuck shit#after he choked kevin out in baltimore#killing myself in front of the foxes thus changing the course of their lives forever#asks#kevin#sorry about openingm y heart to you anon i wasnt going to talk about that at all but then it hit me#im sure smarter people have put this into words better than me but#when youre neurodivergent and a little annoying its honestly the floodgates of hell people think they can do and say anything to you#youre inherently less valuable for something you ultimately cannot control
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not on anon cause it'd be obvious who we are anyways —
i think you are one of the most amazing people we have ever met. you don't even know how beautiful of a heart and soul you have, or how genuine and kind you truly are. you are often the first thing on our mind when we wake up, and the last thing before we go to sleep. we are always thinking about you. we want you at your best and even your worst, even when you think you don't deserve it. we are so grateful and so lucky to know you. i can only hope you will let us stay by your side forever, just like we promised. we love you.
we love you so very much and think about you often i wish we could meld minds so we didnt have to worry about texting but also enjoy the process of being around you this means more than we can currently say but ill keep this in my heart
#bloodletting#no clue who i is simon w the usual jaskier background and then some cunt. but regardless it is all encompassing#its sweet when you send anons and we can tell who it is though so you can do anything you want forever always#save#ask.exe#orpheusian#lovely url we do have to check 3+x to make sure it is spelled right#'it is' jaskier ass#anyway we love you so deeply i should send you a screenshot soon even miasma youre on the mind heart soul#rambling ah trying to exist doing weird but love you again 🖤💗#everyone log off we have to be alone with you rn but also publishing bc i like being gay in public#i need more words but its difficult just know the heart is expanding
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