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[ddejavvu]

Hi!! So I saw your post for Anakin request and I thought of one. Remember that scene where Anakin and Obi wan go in a club? So I was thinking that scene with Reader and Anakin seeing Reader getting hit on and his being a little jelly. Reader gotta remind him that its him that she wants

Debilitating Desire - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (18+)

Summary: Anakin doesn't handle jealousy well. When a sleazy patron of a bar you're investigating decides he's got the right to touch you, and Anakin can't react because your relationship is a secret, he has to save his outburst for later. Unfortunately, he's only able to make it a few steps down the street before he decides he needs you, right here, right now.

Contents/Warnings: jedi!reader, fem!reader, smut (minors dni), p in v, rough sex, biting, overstimulation, semi-public sex (they're in an alleyway), jealousy, reader gets grabbed by the wrist by a creepy guy </3, lots and lots of messy kisses, anakin's a little possessive but is anyone surprised

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Scouting information from bartenders is next to impossible, but scouting it from their patrons is much easier. Loose-lipped drunks are your targets tonight, and you reconvene with Anakin to corroborate information after gathering intel.

"Okay, I've got a Twi'lek male," You start, and Anakin shakes his head.

"No, no, one of the men I talked to said he was Neimoidian."

"Someone else said Rodian," You groan, "Anakin, maybe we should be asking people who aren't drunk."

"Look around," The man before you scoffs, gesturing to the bar full of nothing but reeling, wobbly drunks, "No one here is sober but him."

"He doesn't have a translator on hand," You drawl, looking at the Ithorian bartender who purposefully 'forgets' his translator whenever someone tries questioning him, "And we don't either."

"We're not getting anywhere," Anakin concludes, a sour scowl on his face as he reaches for your waist to lead you out. "No one's sober, so let's just go, and-"

"I'm sober." A raspy, near-hoarse voice comes from a table nearby, and a hand catches your wrist. Your instinct is to reel back but you don't, even when Anakin's hand tries prying you away with its gloved grip on your waist.

It's a human speaking to you, as far as you can tell, and he's leaning back into the shadowy corner of the bar that he'd been occupying. You're not sure for how long, but if he knows anything about the incident you're trying to gather intel on, you'd like to hear it.

"How long have you been here, sir?" You question, tensing slightly when the man's hand stays firm around your wrist.

"Couple hours," He looks smug, knowing he's holding prized information from two Jedi, "Something you'd like to ask me?"

"You've been here for a couple hours and you're sober?" Anakin questions, pressing you harder into his side in his futile attempt to casually tear you away from the man, "I don't believe that."

"I can hold my liquor," The man boasts, voice far more harsh when addressing Anakin than yourself, "Among other things."

Anakin's had enough. He grabs your hand, stealing it away from the seedy man's grasp and scoffing something unintelligible at him. But you yank him back, a tense smile on your face as you tilt your head towards him urgently.

"I'd like to find out what he knows," You speak forcefully, leaving no room for argument even if Anakin is especially good at creating them.

He scowls at you with an intensity that would normally excite you, though you're not sure you're capable of any feeling other than creeped in the bar you're standing in now.

"You're welcome to go back to the transport if you'd like," You narrow your eyes at Anakin, and the man in the booth leans back smugly at the offer, "But I'm going to do my job."

"Yes, boy," The man disregards Anakin's hands clenching at his sides, "Go back to your ship. You're not needed."

"I'm fine here," Anakin snaps, and the second you sit down across from the man, his hands are on your shoulders as he stands behind you. He grips them tight but the gloved hand clenches just a little more into your skin, and the firm grip grounds you, keeping your voice steady when you speak.

"If you've been here for a couple of hours, you probably witnessed an unfortunate incident a little while ago, didn't you? A fight?"

"There's lots of fights here," The man hums, pretending to think on it, "Can you be more specific?"

"The victim had seven blaster wounds," Anakin seethes, hands only tightening in their grip on your shoulders, "You happen to hear seven blasts?"

"Eight." You mutter, pointing at a singed hole in the wall, "One missed."

"Ah, blaster fight," The man in front of you strokes a hand thoughtfully along his stubbled jaw, "Yeah, 'think I can remember something like that. Some incentive might help jog me a bit, though."

You're not sure whether he means money or sex, but you can't rule either out with the way he's staring. You'd have expected the modest Jedi robes you're wearing to deter any wandering eyes but evidently, some people can't be discouraged.

"We don't have any incentive to offer," You narrow your eyes at him, and Anakin takes over.

"Unless by incentive you mean your life. Tell us what you saw, or you'll envy the target of those blasts."

Your annoyance boils just beneath your skin at Anakin's threats, but you know he won't listen to your urgings to be more careful with his word choice. This man doesn't exactly seem like he'd file a formal complaint with the Jedi Council, but if word ever got around that Anakin was threatening unnecessary violence, you're sure it wouldn't go over well.

Despite Anakin's words having been nothing but a bluff, the man changes his tune when he notices the saber clipped to Anakin's belt, your own hidden beneath the edge of the table. He straightens in his seat, sighing in annoyance, "It was two Neimoidians. Dressed real fancy, stood out like sore thumbs in this place. They cornered some unlucky human over there," He points to the corner of the bar where the singe mark hangs over the cheap decor, "She tried to run, but a Rodian shot her down."

"One Rodian?" You ask, and the man nods.

"Hell of a shot." The man muses with a gnarled grin, and that only makes you more worried. Hell of a shot but he'd fired eight? Clearly they wanted this human - who you have good reason to believe was an undercover informant working against the Separatists - dead.

"The shooter and the Neimoidians were working together?" Anakin confirms, receiving another nod from the man opposite you.

"Thank you," You stand, and to your delight, Anakin's hands snake down your back, the strong, gloved one finding your waist again like a magnet.

"I'm here most nights," The man calls out before you can leave, and you turn to glance at him in disdain as he props his feet up onto the dingy table, "Love to see 'ya off duty, sweetheart."

"Go," Anakin spits against your ear, grip on your waist turning harsh. Your breath hitches and you let Anakin practically push you out of the bar and onto the streets, teeming with civilians until you duck into an alleyway three blocks down from the door.

You're immediately backed up against the wall of the building behind you, but you're too fired up to care as you glare at Anakin, "Don't start with me. Threatening him, Anakin? What if Obi-Wan found out?"

"Obi-Wan is going to be too busy tracking down those Neimoidians to care how we got it out of the guy," Anakin scoffs and the exasperated breath hits your face. His expression only darkens further at the mention of the older man, "That's not the point. Did you see the way he was looking at you?"

"That doesn't matter," You assure Anakin with a soft sigh, but from the distasteful curl of his lips into a hard sneer, it does matter. He's standing tall in front of you with ragged, angry breaths coming from his chest, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as he tries containing his upset. It's not aimed at you, of course, but it's a sight nevertheless. He's all sharp features and tense muscles, rage brewing inside of him that's sure to spill over if you don't turn down the heat in time.

"Men like that are creeps," You dismiss, but Anakin is much less eager to let the situation go, still pressing you against the wall of the dingy alleyway, "Women don't talk to him unless he pays them to, is it any surprise he was forward when I approached him for free?"

"But you gave him no indication-" Anakin gushes, poorly-contained rage grating at his rough voice, "I don't understand. I don't understand how I'm supposed to be yours, how you're supposed to be mine, if people like him think you're theirs for the taking."

"It doesn't matter what he thinks, he can't have me, Anakin." You assure him. You know it's hard for him, being secretive about your relationship. Anakin is highly devoted, to his work, to his training, but most of all to you, and to have to stuff that down whenever you're not alone grates on his nerves.

Your answer doesn't seem to persuade him, so you brace your hand against his rapidly rising and falling chest, "He can't have me because I'm yours, Anakin."

Whatever hateful haze has clouded over his eyes clears like fog as he blinks at your words, probably muscling down hot tears of frustration. He surges forwards to kiss you, and it's hard to be upset that you're pressed against a dirty wall when Anakin's mouth is on your own.

His kisses are fervent and desperate, lips relentlessly catching your own between them. They're sloppy as his hands find your waist like there's magnets in your blood, his palms oppositely charged.

"I want you," He pleads, voice rough and ragged, "I want you all the time. I wanted to take your hand in there. I wanted to take more than your hand," He pants, speaking against your lips that have grown dewy from his saliva. "I wanted to grab your jaw-" He mimics the action, gloved hand clenching at your chin, "And- and kiss you, and bend you right over his table and take you."

"Right in his face," Anakin grunts, and you feel his cock beginning to stiffen through the layers of his robes as he presses himself to you. "Right in his fucking face, angel, I wanted to have you."

"You have me now," You breathe, equally as lustful as you press sticky kiss after sticky kiss to Anakin's tense jawline, "Ani, you have me now, and you have me forever."

"Forever," He groans, and you can see his eyes dilate at the thought. He's perpetually breathless as he chooses to spend his oxygen by kissing you once more. It's all heavy pants and strings of drool, appropriate for the dark, damp alleyway you're hidden in; a dirty fuck for a dirty place.

"Anakin," You moan, your pussy pulsing as his tongue smooths over your top lip, "I need you, here-" Your words muffle as Anakin licks flat over your lips, practically drinking the words out of your mouth, "-here and now. I know it's dirty, but I- I need it. I need you. Please?"

"Say it again," He orders, kissing you so that you can't.

You have to speak while he's still dragging his thick, wet tongue over yours, "I need you."

"More," He presses, his nose now nudging at your cheek as he tilts his head, granting himself only deeper access to your warm mouth.

"I need you," You vow, words garbled as he never backs away from your mouth, "Anakin, I need you."

"You have me," He groans, reveling in the pleasure that your words bring him. His hips roll compulsively against yours, grating through the many layers of robes you're both clad in like he can't stop them if he tries. "And I have you. Angel, I've got you, come here."

He says it like you're trying to leave, like you're not smashed flat between him and a wall. But you try anyways, slinging your hand around his neck to drag him in closer.

Anakin was focused on undoing your belt, but when you pull him close with your arm wrapped behind his neck he pauses, eyes closing as he knocks his forehead against yours.

"Ani-"

"He touched you," Anakin remembers, reaching up to take your wrist in his hand. He holds it delicately, bringing it between your faces to kiss the soft skin against the inside, "He grabbed you. He touched you right here," He peppers more soft kisses against your wrist, "Did he hurt you?"

"No," You hum softly, lips still slick with Anakin's spit, "It was just creepy, that's all. It didn't hurt."

"I'm sorry. I love you," He tells the skin of your wrist, and your hand naturally fits against his cheek, your fingertips ghosting over his ear.

"I love you," You repeat him, and his eyes flit back to your own.

"I love you." He rushes in for another kiss, this one just as desperate as the last. His tongue probes freely through your mouth, he's always been good with it, and your cunt clenches around nothing as Anakin's hands slide back to your waist. This time he lets you sling both of your arms around his neck, shuddering into the kiss when your nails scrape up the baby hairs at the base of his neck.

"Fuck," He groans against your mouth, fingers tugging more desperately now on the belt that he's so accustomed to putting on and taking off. Finally he undoes the buckle, letting it slide down to your ankles. You feel dirty as you hear the clatter of your saber against the ground; you're getting stripped and fucked in a dingy alleyway. But It releases the waistband of your pants, and shame gives way to pleasure as Anakin pries eagerly at the clasp.

"Touch me," You beg, and he's one step ahead of you. His hand presses flat to your belly as he snakes it down your pants, his warm skin pressed flush to your slit as he cups your needy cunt. You feel slick gathered in your pussy, and you're sure if he slips two fingers inside, it'll gush over his digits.

"You're warm," He murmurs, and you're not sure whether he means the spit he's lapping from your mouth, or the way your cunt bleeds heat against his palm. Either way, you know he likes it as his hips buck into your own again, pressing his hand further against your pussy.

"Ani," You feel his bulge through the layers of clothing he's sporting, still dragging him impossibly further with your arms around his neck, practically smashing his face into yours. "Ani, I need you inside, please?"

"I'll take care of you," He promises, kissing sweetly across your jaw, and down to your neck, "Angel, I want you to touch me."

"Hm?" Your brain is dazed, comprehending little as Anakin rolls his palm against your clit.

"Use this hand," He reaches for the one that the man inside had grabbed, "Use this hand, angel, and touch me with it. Get me hard, use the hand he touched."

"Okay," You breathe, scrambling for his belt and letting him help you with the hand that's not down your pants. A part of you is worried someone will see the two of you, but halfway disrobed and shrouded in shadow, you're not recognizable as Jedi, nor are these streets ever free from filth; you blend right in.

When Anakin's belt is undone he lets it fall just like your own had, and you gratefully slip your hands beneath the tunic it had been holding down. You have easy access to his pants now, and slipping your hand inside like he's doing to you means you're met with a half-hard dick.

"You're leaking," You observe, as precum oozes from the head of his cock. You smear it around the tip with your thumb, and his hips jerk into your hand. It's an awkward angle that you're at, stroking his dick while he cups your pussy in the palm of his hand, but it's apparently not uncomfortable to him, because with each pump of your fingers around the length of his cock, it hardens in your grip.

"Oh- fuck, get it- get it messy," He pants, straining as he tries not to cum right then and there at the sight of his pre smeared over your hand.

It's hard not to get it messy. His sticky precum oozes from the head of his dick like a steady stream, beads and beads of the stuff smeared away by your hand to help lubricate the measured strokes you're pumping over his dick.

Your fingers are soon tacky with precum, and his dick makes obscene squelching noises as you run your fist down it. He's panting as his palm grinds hard against your clit, and your hips snap into his hands, moving your entire body forwards. It means your fist slides roughly, sharply straight down to the base of his cock, and he bites back a hiss at the slight pain you've inflicted upon him.

"Now," He breathes rough and ragged, "I need you now. Maker, I'm gonna fucking-" He cuts himself off with a grunt, the hand that's cupping your wet heat flipping and twisting to yank the waistband of your pants down. It catches you by surprise, and the tantalizingly small amount of friction you'd been able to gain while grinding against his palm is gone, leaving the cool air of Coruscant's dingy lower levels to shock you.

"Put it in," He orders, his head downturned, forehead pressed against your own, "Baby, put- get me inside of you, I need-to-be-inside-of-you- there y'go."

You use your fist to line up his cock with your needy entrance, his hips more than willing to close the distance to make it easier for you. You don't get a second to adjust to the heavenly feeling of his tip brushing against your folds before he's jackhammering into you, chest now pressed tightly to your own as he slams you once more against the wall.

You let out a garbled scream as you're instantly full, the pace Anakin sets absolutely merciless on your sloppy cunt. You're well wet enough to provide lubrication for his lengthy cock, but just because you're wet doesn't mean you're ready, and the sensation of him bypassing any cautious thrusts and heading right into jackrabbit territory is one that has you crying out.

"Scream," Anakin hisses, his teeth digging harshly into your plush bottom lip. He licks over the stinging bite mark seconds later, the wet muscle sweeping over your own, "Scream as loud as you can, angel. I want him to hear. Tell him," He pulls away from your mouth only to wrestle your face to the side, his gloved hand gripping tight at your jaw.

"Tell him," Anakin urges, kissing and licking sticky stripes up your neck, "Tell that miserable old creep who makes you scream. Tell him who you love, tell him who fucks you into the wall."

"A- Ani-" You try, but it's not good enough for the man still relentlessly pounding his hips against yours. His free hand is gripping the pliant flesh of your ass with a force that surely means your chub is spilling through his fingers, and he uses the grip to hike your leg up, giving him a better angle to destroy your drooling cunt from.

"Louder. Say it louder." Anakin demands, forcing your jaw open with his hand, "Tell him!"

It's terribly difficult to power through the rather attention-grabbing sensation of Anakin's rock-hard cock bullying your wet cunt. He's rougher than he needs to be, balls slapping hard against the flesh of your ass that he's got in his hold.

But you have to try, and with an embarrassingly loud, desperate pitch to your voice, you scream, "Anakin!"

The second his name comes spilling from your lips in a wanton cry he manhandles your face back towards him, jamming his lips over your own.

"Maker," He growls, "You're so fucking perfect. I tell you to scream my name and you do it," He revels in your obedience, tongue licking a hot, wet stripe over your mouth. He holds it open with his fingers pinched into your cheeks but he doesn't venture inside, merely flattening his tongue over your stinging, swollen lips to leave a drooly residue behind. Only once you've been marked does he delve his tongue between your lips, licking at your own like it's his last meal.

"You're so good for me," His words slur together in their intensity, voice thick and raw with obsession, "Nngh, you're so-" You reach down, barely able to coordinate enough brainpower to take his balls into your hand, massaging them as best you can while his hips piston in and out of you at record pace, "-you're so good to me, Angel. More, give me- more, I want more." He begs, the words spilling over your tongue. He grabs tighter at the flesh of your ass, surely bruising the skin and leaving you sore tomorrow.

"Ah! Anakin," You cry, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your own and swapping spit until there's pools of it around your teeth sending a pulse of electricity straight to your core that makes it throb. Anakin feels your cunt convulse, only pushing his tongue further into your mouth. He's a presence; every part of his body is touching every part of your body. He's all-consuming, he's an enigma, he's yours.

Anakin fucks you harder and faster than ever before. All of his strength training must have done wonders because you can't fathom how he's able to generate that much power this fast, but his hips ram into you while his gloved hand releases your ass to pinch at your clit. He abuses the sensitive bud, pinching and rolling it between his fingers to coax more convulsions out of your sticky cunt.

It works.

The pressure that Anakin presses around your clit lights a live wire of hot, heavy arousal that trails up your spine, heat flowing from where Anakin is still latched onto your shoulder right down to your throbbing core. All of a sudden it's too much, everything is too much, and you feel your orgasm hit you like a speeder, knocking the breath out of your lungs as white hot pleasure burns at your cunt. It's a sensation that splatters firework-worthy bliss from your head to your toes, and your thighs tremble as Anakin fucks you through what might be the most intense, violent orgasm of your life.

"Anakin!" You scream.

Everything he does is rough, from the way his teeth nip at your lips, to the way he's trying to suck your tongue down his throat, to the way his fingers bully your puffy clit, to the way the head of his cock pounds into you with enough force to bruise. It's rough, it's messy, it's aggressive, and it's wonderful. You've never felt such pure jealousy radiating off of Anakin before, and you think it's because you've never been able to indulge him so soon after his jealousy blooms. If he's wary of someone in the temple you have to wait until nightfall to fuck, and if the incident occurs any time before dinner he's more mellow when he finally has you. But now it's fresh, now the brand of raging jealousy is still sizzling against his brain, and he's pumping all of the residual heat straight into you.

"Kriff," He grunts, nearly biting the tip of your tongue as he tries latching onto your lower lip, "Cum. Fuck yeah, angel- angel cum for me, cum- aagh! Cum on my dick," He demands, and you couldn't deny his request if you tried. Your pussy clenches wildly around his cock, convulsing with the force of your orgasm and you claw at his back, regretful that you hadn't stripped off his shirt so that you could scratch up his skin.

All too soon the effects of Anakin's pacing and strength flip a switch, and you're twitching in overstimulation added to your bliss. There's a distinct stinging sensation that's now alongside - and possibly contributing to - your residual ecstasy. The ache is a product of Anakin's sharp thrusts, but his movements are getting sloppy, and all the while he spills obscenities in drool over your tongue.

"You're mine. Gonna fucking cum in you, gonna make you mine, gonna- aah!" He rambles, words and spit alike spilling hastily from his mouth and into your own as he struggles to keep himself steady. He's jackhammering into you so fast that you think he could knock you right through the wall if he tried. You're plastered against it, head thrown back and chest heaving as you try not to collapse under the intense amount of sensation you're receiving.

"Ani," You grip at his biceps, dragging one hand up his left arm and digging your nails into his scalp, "Ani- cum, please cum! Please," You whimper, not sure if you're begging because you need the delicious sensation of his release painting your insides, or because you might pass out if your cunt gets fucked by Anakin's stupidly big cock much more than it has been already, "Please cum!"

"You want me to cum?" He asks, a dreadful rasp to his voice as he ravages your mouth. He bites at your tongue, latches on with his teeth like a wild animal and digs them into the squirming muscle until your saliva runs hot, "You want me to cum in you, angel? You want me to fill you up- stuff you 'til you're leaking?"

"Yes," You moan, one hand still clutching his arm while the other tugs at the base of his curls, "Yes, fuck Anakin, please, I need you to give me your cum! I need your cum, please!"

"You need my cum," He revels, a growl lacing the edge of his voice that sends perpetual shivers down your spine, "You fucking need me. Wish that creep could see you now. Fucked stupid, begging for my cum. Beg for it again, baby. Beg for my cum."

"I need it!" You cry, desperate as you yank tighter at his hair, "Anakin, please, I need it!"

All of a sudden he's no longer invading your mouth, his own latching tightly to your shoulder as he sinks his teeth into you.

"Take it," He grunts gruffly against your skin as he latches onto it, dick finally twitching before spurting hot, thick globs of cum into your spent cunt. Nothing is more gratifying than the feeling of Anakin biting at your shoulder while his hips fuck his cum relentlessly into you, and you're sure you'll be sore all over tomorrow morning. He's letting out the filthiest, most obscene string of grunts against your shoulder as his teeth barely avoid breaking your skin, and though your limbs shake with overstimulation your body doesn't move because it's in his strong grip.

The feeling of him cumming inside of you is like a second orgasm of your own. It's not really a release for you, you haven't cum twice, but Anakin's warm cum flooding your core and squelching as he jerks his hips through his climax feels almost as satisfying as if you were the one cumming. His grunts and growls slowly fade as he comes down from his monumental orgasm, and when he unlocks his jaw from around your shoulder, he leaves behind a ring of teeth marks and a sheen of drool on your skin.

"Kriff," He pants, chest heaving and dick softening as he slumps against you. You're not ready for his added weight, but the little strength he has left is used to hold you upright, so you don't flatten beneath his frame.

"Are you okay?" He hums, lips moving lazily against your neck. They're still wet with spit, and you feel the stuff cooling on your skin.

"I'm okay," You decide, "But- but I don't think I can walk, Ani."

You feel him smile, hear him huff out a laugh even though his eyes are drooping, "I'm sorry. I- It's like I couldn't control myself," He admits, breath fanning warm and wet against your neck, "Not after seeing him grab you."

"I know," You stroke a gentle hand through his sweaty curls, happy to be close to him now that your veins aren't pumping lust through your entire system.

"If Obi-Wan asks," Anakin straightens up, his limbs surprisingly strong for how aggressively he'd fucked you, "You got shoved around by a nasty patron, okay? We'll say they caught you by surprise when you were trying to talk to the bartender."

"Okay." You nod, letting him do all of the work in retrieving your belts from the ground and securing yours around your waist. He hooks his own tightly, his saber thankfully unharmed from being dropped.

"Come here," He holds his arms out, but you barely move to help him scoop you up. He does the lifting on his own, letting you sling your spent arms around his neck and laze your head against his shoulder.

Anakin makes it out of the alleyway, but when he should turn left towards your speeder, he veers right.

"Anakin," You frown, lifting your head wearily to see him approaching the bar again, "Anakin, our speeder's the other way."

"I want you to talk to him," His voice is firm, not much of its honey-sweetness left that had been there after you'd fucked in the dingy alleyway, "I want you to stand there, while I hold you up, and I want you to inform him he'll be questioned by the Jedi Council about what he saw. I want you to lie to him while my cum drips down your legs, angel." He murmurs, his words impossibly filthy even for the setting you're in, "Can you do that?"

"He won't be examined by the Council," Your hazy brain struggles to keep up, "What do you mean?"

"Lie to him." Anakin repeats, eyes slightly darker than they usually are, "Make him afraid while your pussy leaks my cum."

"Okay," You nod willingly, letting Anakin brace your feet on the ground with one of your arms slung over his shoulder to lead you into the bar. Your legs are shaky, you look a mess, but you could be perceived as someone coming away from a nasty fight, so you hold your head high and try to control your thoughts.

"There," Anakin murmurs, spotting the old man where he's already watching you from the corner, "Do it, angel."

Anakin leads you over, stopping short in front of the man's table so that he can't touch you again. He looks pleased at your return, albeit confused as to why you're a mess.

"The Jedi Council wants to speak with you," You recite obediently as the man's eyes widen slightly in apprehension. You can already feel the slow trickle of Anakin's thick cum leaking down your thighs now that you're upright, and it almost distracts you from what you're saying. "They want to know your role in the fight, and what you observed if that's truly all you did. They suspect that you might be working against the Republic, and-"

"I'm not talking to the Jedi Council," The man's face curls into a sneer and his voice is gruff, but not pleasantly so, like Anakin's. He stands from his seat rather uncoordinatedly and bolts for the door, surely expecting you to chase after him. But you don't, you couldn't if you tried, and Anakin gathers you back into his arms.

"Good." He hums, resisting the urge to kiss your forehead for fear of outing your relations, 'You did good, angel. I'm proud of you."

"We'll have to sneak into the temple without interception," You plan as your head rests once more on Anakin's shoulder. He navigates the crowded bar perfectly with you in his arms, and this time he turns towards your speeder like he's supposed to. "Obi-Wan will be waiting for us, but you can tell him to gather the Council, that way we'll have time to clean up."

"Oh, no." Anakin's chuckle is dark as he lowers you into the seat of your speeder. He kisses at your forehead, strokes away a bead of sweat at your hairline, "No, angel. You'll speak to the Council the same way you spoke to that lowlife. With my cum dripping down your thighs."

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[mmurderhousewrites]

Modern au sukuna and reader+ one bed trope+ fluff or smut you can choose

i love the ideaaa i did my best, i hope you like it. &lt;3

Summary: You and Sukuna are forced to share a bed together.

Warnings: Smutttt! like real nasty. Fingering, friends to lovers kinda? unedited

wordcount: 1947

It was late march when your boss had given you a mission out in the states. You were a detective in Tokyo but one of your men had gone missing, making your boss send his best men.

Unfortunately that meant you and your coworker Sukuna. You didn't exactly have a problem with him but he was a flirt. And sometimes you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach when he would compliment you or make a joke. Perhaps it was because he only seemed to flirt with you? He was quit rude to everyone, even you but you seem to like his sarcastic attitude.

After arriving to the hotel, you tip your taxi driver. Sukuna was silent almost the whole way here, on his phone. You wondered if he didn't want to be on this mission. After all it was a long way from home.

"thank you" You say to your driver before stepping out. Looking up you could tell this was a nice hotel. It looked to be at least 50 floors high.

Sukuna steps out the car as well and follows you to the trunk, popping it open and taking out your guys' luggage. You grab your f/c suitcase from him and giving him a quick thanks.

"no problem, sweetheart." he flashes a smile down at you and closes the trunk, tapping it to let the driver now he could pull off.

The two of you make your way to the big entrance, A black archway above you and clear glass doors. Plants and flowers hung from the ceiling and down the sides, as well is littering the lower part of the wall.

Walking through you're greeted by the hostess, a fairly tall women in uniform. She was quit pretty with brunette curled hair.

"Welcome to Midas Hotel! The front desk is to your right. I can take your bags for you" she smiles. You notice the whole time she's looking at sukuna not acknowledging you.

"No we've got them." you say, continuing your way to the front desk.

As the two of you approach you notice the receptionist fidgeting in her seat, but still smiling as she notices the two of you. What's her problem you wonder to yourself.

"Hey were under Satoru" Sukuna says to the Woman. She pulls it up on her computer and smiles.

"Alright you booked the King bed suite, correct?" She asks smiling, looking at the two of you. You raise an eyebrow.

"King bed? I'm almost positive we booked a two bed" you protest, getting quite annoyed.

"Well it says here that originally it was booked as a two bed but someone called a few days later requesting to change it to a king bed. If that's a problem I can see if there are any two beds available." She says.

The only person you could think would do that is your friends getou, considering he has been pestering both you and sukuna about how you feel about each other. And you doubt Sukuna would make a big move like that. Sure he was a ladies man but he's definitely not the type to force that type of situation.

"I'd appreciate if you did that." You respond, looking over at sukuna who is leaning against the wall with his eyes shut. He was more then likely too tired to pay attention.

The receptionist sits there in silence for a few seconds before making a disappointed face. "unfortunately we don't have any available. I'm sorry about that." She says.

Just as you were about to respond Sukuna cuts in, "It's fine just give us the damn key." He says, You could tell by his tone he was getting frustrated just like you.

Quickly the woman nods her head, turning around and grabbing a key. Checking everything out, She hands it to Sukuna. "Room 4001 on the 40th floor, the elevator is to you left."

Sukuna nods his head and you mutter thank you before following him over to the elevator. You guys put your stuff on and you click the button for floor 40.

Once you get to your room, Sukuna opens the door and you cant but sigh in awe. It was huge. Walking in to your right a full kitchen and a small dining table, to your left was a full bathroom and a jacuzzi tub. Ahead was a living space with a tv on the left side of the wall and a couch across from it. There was a wall in the middle of the giant room, separating the bedroom and living room, in the bedroom was a king size bed and a tv mounted on the wall across from it.

You put your suit case down in the bedroom.

"Well i can sleep on the couch" Sukuna suggests, "or we can swap"

You ponder for a moment in awkward silence. Would it really be so bad to share a bed with the man you had a small crush on? I mean that's like a big step forward but it's not like you guys would do anything right?

"I'm sure it wouldn't kill us to share a bed for a few days. We're not gonna do anything so it doesn't matter" You say making him chuckle.

"I guess that's true. But I wouldn't mind doing something" He smirks. Yup Here he goes. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Sukuna sets his suit case down on the right side of the bed. "If I'm being honest i think I'm gonna crash for a little bit, I'm exhausted."

"Yeah i think i might do the same." After a 14 and a half hour flight you could definitely use some sleep on an actual bed. You open your suitcase up, retrieving your laptop and setting it on the side table. Looking through your suitcase, you pull out a black tank top.

Sukuna takes his shirt off as well as his shoes and flops down onto the bed, laying on his stomach. You turn away and change out of your shirt, putting your tank top on and stripping out of your pants. You never were one to wear pants to bed and you weren't going to start now. And what could you say you weren't gonna miss out on an opportunity like this.

turning back around, Sukuna lets out a low whistle while looking up at you. Now he was laying on his side leaning on his elbow. "I don't wear pants to sleep i hope you don't mind" You say crawling into bed and under the covers.

"I do not mind at all sweetheart" he winks at you.

You roll your eyes, " good because i honestly didn't care" You laugh.

"well i hope you don't mind either because i don't sleep with pants on either." He says hoping up. You can't help but pay close attention as he unbuttons his belt and slides it off, following it with unzipping his pants and sliding them down his muscular thighs. This man was like a god. How the hell did you end up in bed with him.

You watch as his black pants fall down, revealing his grey boxers which looked tight and hugged his lower waist. not only that but hugged a thick cock. You could literally see the outline of it.

You turned the other way, facing away from him blushing like crazy. Perhaps your dreams should stay dreams. There was no way you would ever be able to take him. You could only imagine what he would look like hard. The thought made your toes curl and your pussy clench.

You feel Sukuna climb into the bed. He gets under the covers and you could feel that he was facing your back. You guys lay in silence for what seems to be forever before he breaks it.

"do you mind if i?" He says while putting arm around your waist, pulling you and him closer together, your back now pressed against his. You hoped he wouldn't turn you around because you were blushing like crazy.

Sighing and relaxing into his arms to reply, "this is fine" You feel Sukuna's breath against your neck and you move back a bit to get more comfortable, making it so your butt is against his dick.

Sukuna lets out a grunt before going silent again.

"sorry" you say hoping you didn't hurt him.

"you're fine" he says quickly. If Sukuna was being honest, as much as he wanted to he couldn't sleep. Not with your plump ass against his cock. The only thing blocking the two of you was your flimsy underwear and his boxers.

He couldn't help himself, bringing his hand that was round your waist down to grip your ass cheek making you inhale sharply. "Is this okay?" he questions, he knows he's pushing his limits but he couldn't help it. He knows he made it painfully obvious to you that he wanted more then friendship, at least he always thought he did. Especially with he excessive flirting at work and always trying to protect you on missions knowing you are fully capable of taking care of your self. So yeah Sukuna definitely wasn't going to let an opportunity like this slip through his fingers.

Sukuna's big hand gripped basically your whole butt cheek, moving it around and playing with it like it was a boob. You could feel him getting hard against you, poking your ass. You can't help but giggle.

"hm?" he questions. taking his hand away

"That tickles" You mutter. You turn around, facing him. He smirks down at you.

Sukuna leans towards you and places a small soft kiss on your forehead. With a sudden burst of confidence, You take your opportunity and push him on his back, climbing on top of him. He raises a eye brow but smirks at your little game.

You lean towards him going for his lips and as he leans towards you move your head to his neck, blowing a raspberry.

"ugh!" he shouts before flipping you over so the roles are reversed. He captures your hands into his left hand and hold them above your head. "you know you shouldn't start battles you can't finish" he chuckles before kissing you for real. His lips meet yours and you kiss him back, allowing him entrance into your mouth when his tongue brushed your lips.

As your tongues battle each other for dominance his right hand slips between your thighs. middle finger playing against the damp slit on your panties. He smiles into this kiss, sliding your panties to the side and running a finger lightly over your clit, making your body twitch into him at the contact. he runs his finger repeatedly over your sensitive bud, making you moan into his mouth.

Pulling his lips away from yours he looks into your e/c eyes as he slides his middle finger into your wet hole. You open your mouth letting out a small whine. Sukuna runs his thumb over your clit while fingering you, making you moan and lean into him, not able to do much with your hands bound.

"what a pretty girl" he smiles, giving you a small kiss. Your pussy clenches around his finger, you moan loudly knowing this was the end. You were gonna cum all over his fingers.

"sukuna!" you moan as your body shakes, pussy convulsing around sukuna's finger. you sigh as you try to get your breathing regulated again.

Sukuna pulls away and shakes his head, "I don't remember telling you to cum sweetheart." he says, looking at you disappointed.

"what" you question, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I've got a lot to teach obviously, and were only getting started." he lets out a dark chuckle before leaning over you.

The week you had ahead of yourself was sure going to be interesting.

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Welcome to my Masterlist 💌

hi, i'm murphy. my requests are always open - feel free to send any ideas or thoughts you have - i'll always read them all.

note - all of my fics are reader insert. no use of y/n. i don't write for real people, only characters <3

Last Updated - April 19th

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Characters I Write For.

500 Follower Celebration Masterlist. 3k Celebration Masterlist. Valentines Masterlist. 5k Celebration Masterlist.

Moodboard Masterlist. My Ao3.

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Top Gun: Maverick

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

The Orange. ❁

You and Jake share an orange. He's in love with you.

For Eternity. (Part 2 of The Orange.)

You and Jake share an orange. He's never loved you more.

North Star. ❁

It's New Year's Eve. Jake is tired of waiting.

I Know Places.

Jake always joked that he'd kill for you. One fateful day, he does just that.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin & Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Why Choose?

A drunken game of spin the bottle gets a little heated. Why choose, when you can have both?

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Dr Cupid.

Mickey Garcia passes out in hospitals. Luckily, this time there's a pretty nurse there to catch him.

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Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Lessons in Love. ❁

Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you.

Honey Girl. ✯❁

The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Trick or Treat.

You love Halloween. Bucky loves you.

Rest Had Seemed The Sweetest Thing.

Bucky's slowly learning that love isn't a finite resource. aka, Bucky's first Christmas.

Stucky

Letters to the Moon.

Steve is gone. The love you and Bucky have for him isn't.

Wishbone.

You meet Bucky and Steve while on the run. The three of you quickly learn that nothing is more violent than love.

Frank Castle

There's Always Tomorrow.

Frank knows you better than you know yourself. It's a blessing and a curse.

Multi Talented. ❁

Frank shows you exactly what you deserve.

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Criminal Minds

Luke Alvez

Wherever You Are. That's Where Home Is.

Luke might be a mind reader. Only with you, though.

Vice. ❁

Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Spencer Reid

Web of Lies. ✯

Spencer Reid has always been good at keeping secrets. You just never thought he'd keep one from you.

Cowboy!Spencer ✯

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Narcos

Javier Peña

Self Control. ❁

Javi keeps refusing himself what he wants. One night puts everything into perspective.

Yes, Mr President.

There's an endless amount of things you shouldn't do as the President of the United States. Defiling the Oval Office is definitely one of them.

Western Nights. ✯

You don't expect to bump into your dad's best friend Javier in a church basement on the outskirts of town. You also didn't expect to fall in love with him. Life seems to be full of surprises - and Javier was the biggest surprise of all.

Jealousy, Jealousy. ❁

Javier Peña doesn't share.

Two Murphy's and a Peña.

Javier knows Steve's sister is off limits. He's never been one to follow the rules.

After Hours.

You and Javier are stuck in the office in the middle of a heatwave. You're hot in more ways than one.

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Triple Frontier

Time. ❁

You get shot in Colombia. Frankie, Benny, Santiago and Will each have their own ways of helping you heal.

Tethered. ❁

The lines of friendship blur when you’re this close. Also known as - each of the times you’ve kissed Benny, Frankie, Santiago and Will.

Tranquility.

You're not good at keeping secrets from the boys. Turns out, Will isn't either.

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to the four boys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the guys told you they loved you.

Will Miller

Champagne Fuelled Confessions.

You come home drunk, and have something burning you need to tell Will.

Best Friend's Brother.

You've known Benny for years. You've had a crush on his brother Will for years, too.

Frankie Morales

Find You.

A bad date brings Frankie Morales to your door at the perfect time.

Rain Soaked Romantic.

Frankie will run across town in the rain if it means finally telling you how he feels.

Santiago Garcia

This Is The Way It Always Goes.

Santiago always comes crawling back. You convince yourself this is the last time - but you both know that's not true.

Precious Girl.

A chance meeting with your Dad's best friend at 2am.

Benny Miller

Adrenaline.

Ben needs a way to work off his post match energy. You.

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The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Pretty When You Cry. ❁

Joel realises his morals are fucked. You realise you like it.

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Succession

Stewy Hosseini

Clandestine. ✯

You and Stewy know it's wrong. So why, pray tell, does it feel so right?

Fully Clothed.

Being Stewy's assistant has its perks.

Consequence.

Stewy's actions have unexpected consequences.

Needy.

You've been waiting all day for Stewy to get home. He loves it.

Play Pretend.

The classic fake dating trope, with a twist.

The Place Where It All Began.

You reunite with Stewy at your high school reunion. Turns out, he's been waiting for you, all this time.

Risky.

The thrill of being caught makes it all the more exciting.

Kendall Roy

Me and You.

You quit as Kendall's assistant. He's been waiting for this day.

Illicit Affair.

You're Matssons wife. You're also in love with Kendall Roy.

Forced Proximity.

The classic only one bed trope, this time with your emotionally unavailable boss.

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The Bear

Carmen Berzatto

The Roommate Collection. ✯❁

A collection of fics based on being roommates with Carmen.

Vienna.✯

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

Carmen. ❁

Carmen. Your Carmen.

Denial. ❁

Carmy can’t keep pretending.

Mechanic!Carmen.

Inspired by that picture of JAW in a crop top.

Perfectionist. ❁

Your boyfriend being a professional chef has its perks. Especially when it comes to gingerbread houses.

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9-1-1

Evan Buckley

Lightning Strike. ❁

The two of you deal with the aftermath of Bucks trauma.

Fire Hazard. ❁

The story of your firehouse nickname - and Buck unable to handle you in a sundress.

Evan Buckley & Eddie Diaz

The Look of Love. ❁

You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

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Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Heatwave. ❁

You cut Jax's hair. He can't keep his hands to himself.

Sundress Season.

It’s sundress season. Jax can’t keep his hands to himself.

Filip 'Chibs' Telford

Teach Me How to Ride.

Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

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Miscellaneous

Steve Harrington

Cherry. ✯❁

The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Someone Borrowed, Someone Blue.

An engagement party, your childhood best friend, one too many glasses of champagne. What could go wrong?

#masterlist #jake seresin x reader #stucky x reader #luke alvez x reader #spencer reid x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Triple frontier x reader #stewy hosseini x reader #will miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #santiago garcia x reader #benny miller x reader #javier peña x reader #frank castle x reader #jax teller x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #evan buckley x reader #kendall roy x reader #joel miller x reader

[luveline]

hi hi honey! so i sent this request before but tumblrs been eating my asks so i’m gonna send it again,

i’m the person who asked about the kisses before dinner universe and so since u said u hadn’t gotten any requests for it i wanted to send u one! u mentioned that it was quite nerve wracking the first time reader got pregnant so maybe u could do a blurb where steve’s just comforting her and reassuring her during that time? if u want something more simple, it could just be a small blurb of how their night goes when reader comes home from work or something? ty and i hope tumblr actually ate my request and i’m not bombarding u with this again :(have a good day lovely ❤️

i love kisses before dinner i wanna write a thousand blurbs for them, thank you for requesting! here's steve and u when ur pregnant the first time with avery <3 fem!pregnant!reader

You're more young than you'd planned to be, the first time. Young and terrified.

Steve knows how scared you are, and though he hasn't suggested anything again since the first time you'd made up your mind, you know that any path you take is the one he wants to take with you. Having his support makes it easier, but it certainly doesn't make it easy.

Pregnancy is terrifying. It can make you so sick. It can kill you. So while it's beautiful, and Steve insists it's doing numbers for your complexion, it's gruelling.

You're not even that pregnant yet and still you're fucking tired.

"Stevie?" you call, or try to, voice hoarse with fatigue.

He emerges rather than answer, arms open wide and waiting. "Hey, sweetheart."

And that's new. Steve has always been a "babe" or "baby" kind of guy. Your pregnancy has made him soft.

He's careful not to press against your stomach though it doesn't hurt even slightly when he does, abdomen held away from the small swell of your bump as he gets his arms under your armpits, hands rubbing over your shoulder blades. "Hello," he says sweetly, kissing your cheeks, your chin. "I missed you so much." He hesitates for a second, and then he lets a hand slide between your bodies.

You lean back to let him know it's okay.

"And you," he adds, palm flat over your stomach, "I missed you, too."

"I don't feel very well."

He nods. "Alright. Come and sit down."

That's another one of his insistences. Total, awful honesty. Pregnancy is full of problems, like morning sickness and heartburn and back ache and nausea and headaches. It leaves you stressed and exhausted, and Steve had made it very clear that any complaining was welcomed.

You know, in your heart of hearts, that he's more excited for this baby than you are. He's terrified, too, but he's brimming with joy half the time, so eager to meet whoever it is that comes out on the other side. And you know he feels indebted to you, though he shouldn't. You want this baby a lot.

But Steve aches for them. He's gonna be a great dad.

Right now, he needs to be an amazing boyfriend almost husband.

I don't want a pregnancy proposal, you'd said.

His guilty smile had given him away fast. I want to marry you.

And I want to marry you, Stevie, I do. But not because we're having a baby.

In your mind, he's not your husband or your boyfriend, he's your Steve, as silly as it sounds. He's your everything. He's the only thing getting you through this.

Steve sits you down on a cushion in the kitchen and plants another kiss on top of your head. You haven't lost any mobility yet, but the pleasure of being cared for so deeply makes it hard to turn him down when he guides you around like this. Though, sometimes, when you're cranky, you complain about being babied. He takes it all in stride.

He cracks open a cold bottle of water and gives it to you. Then he turns back to the chopping board next to the stove and finishes what he'd been doing before you arrived, funnelling slices fruit into the colander. He rinses it, and then he pours it into a bowl and puts it in front of you.

"You want peanut butter?" he asks, wrapping his arms slowly and carefully across your shoulders, chin hooked over your shoulder. "Honey? I could melt down some chocolate?"

You pick up a shimmering slice of watermelon and tip your head back to feed him.

"Salted caramel?" he asks as he chews.

You smile softly at him and lift your chin until he gets the memo, leaning down enough for you to kiss the side of his mouth.

"Stevie," you say, because he's so fucking lovely and you love him and not everything hurts when he's around, "I love you. I hope you know how much."

He blinks at you, swallowing hurriedly. "I know," he says.

"Okay, good."

"You think I don't know? Sweetheart, you're carying our kid."

"But if I weren't, I'd still love you this much."

He softens like taffy in the sun, rubbing the tip of his nose into your cheek adoringly. "If you weren't, I'd still love this much, too."

You breathe him in, the wet crush of watermelon between you and his lingering aftershave.

"But you are," he says eventually, kissing your cheek again and then pulling back. "So you better tell me if you want peanut butter of chocolate."

You choose. Steve is delighted, spoiling you with fruits and toppings and asking about work as he starts to make dinner instead. That's another conversation you've already had — he's still working now, but when the baby comes, he's gonna stay home even after maternity leave ends. And if you change your mind and want to stay home instead, that'll be okay too. He's a dream like that. Accommodating your every want and wish.

And so, he's teaching himself how to cook. It's more hit than miss, shockingly, and almost always nutritionally golden.

"Broccoli again?" you ask, trying to hide your amusement.

"Our munchkin's gonna be the healthiest kid ever. TV dinners are for schmucks."

You aren't sure he'll be saying that when he actually has a kid. "She won't be able to eat broccoli for the first six months."

"She wont," he agrees, clearly overjoyed at the idea of a little girl, "but when she can, she's gonna love it."

The fruit is nice and then not. You might've overindulged, or maybe your stomach's being sensitive, but suddenly it smells very strong and you have to push it away, keeling in on yourself with a sigh.

Steve doesn't fuss dramatically, but he does fuss, hand hesitant behind your shoulders.

"You need a bucket, baby?"

"No, I-" Saliva pools in your mouth. "Maybe."

He's swift, kneeling in front of you with the bucket positioned at your feet, hand sliding between your legs to find your hand where it's kneeding your aching stomach.

"She's bullying you, huh?" he asks sympathetically.

"She's barely the size of an apple," you moan, sweat prickling across your brow. "How can she do this to me?"

He strokes the inside of your hand with both thumbs. "She doesn't mean to."

You know that.

Eventually the sickness subsides. You don't throw up. Steve seems as happy as you do about this, kissing your hand with a very apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry," he says.

You lean back in your chair, back already aching, and pull him up onto his feet. If he's surprised at your strength he doesn't say anything, only closes you in again with his arms over your shoulders and his cheek pressed to your warm forehead.

"Don't be. We knew-" You laugh. "I knew this would be hard. I knew it would suck. But I want to do this with you."

"Even though you're scared," he murmurs.

"Even though I'm scared."

His hugs are a balm, always. You melt with relief the longer he holds you, listening to the pot simmering on the stove, lid rattling, steam whistling out of the gap. There's a fondness in his hands you find difficult to describe, devotion or something similar, big palms roving the lengths and slopes of your arms and back like you're made of the most precious thing on earth.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

That's sobering. You suppose you can fall into dramatics about it. Pregnancy is solemn, but it's also completely normal. Millions of people are pregnant right this second. You smile into his jaw, breath hot as you laugh.

"I know, baby," you say, more cheerful than you've sounded all night. "Promise."

He laughs too.

"My girl," he says, too much like the song. You're worried he's gonna start singing. Actually, you might like it.

"Can we listen to the radio?"

"Depends. Will you dance with me?"

You dance with him. You suppose it's a good idea to get all your dancing out now while you can, because in a month or two you'll have cankles, and not long after that you'll have your arms full. He pulls you in and spins you out, brown eyes dancing with a brand new happiness, silky hair falling in perfect layers either side.

"I hope she has your eyes," you say. The shape of them.

"I hope she's your carbon copy," he says, twirling you around, radio hiding the clumsy patter of your socked feet. "A mini you. God, what will I do then? I can barely say no to you."

"You never say no to me."

"Exactly."

He smiles so hard his lashes kiss in the corners, a pleased squinting grin. He can say what he likes. If she doesn't get his smile you'll riot.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #pregnant!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #kisses before dinner universe #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x pregnant!reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[allllium]

Hi!) send my love and little idea for a fic

May I request a little story about Remus x fem!reader? Other characters are welcomed :) characters age is up to you

The reader is calm person, ready to help, even get into a fight against bullies. But she also has a death glare and doesn’t peak words to smooth the situation. She doesn’t have a lot of friends, but definitely she is friends with Lily and the Marauders like to hang out with her (helps them with studies or work, helps James with Lily, lots of sarcastic jokes).

I think Remus can see through her facade. And he finally decided to ask her out for a date, maybe he even said something like “I like you”. And the reader reply with “Ok” and storms out to process with her feelings towards Rem. Then we can see collective panic 😱😂 The next day she finds Remus and gives him his favorite chocolate and self-made scarf with the words “I think I like you too” ❤️

Hope it’s all make sense to you 😅 sometimes I have similar situation when I can’t define my feelings and need time to analyze them… 🥲

I Think I Like You Too...

a/n ~ Omg reader in this is so relatable 😭 Honestly wasn't sure how you wanted me to write them so I did what I thought worked best for this situation. Not quite sure how happy I am with this so I might add to it/change some of it in the future but for now I hope you like it <3

~ Just fluff, James and Sirius being children

WC ~ 1,859

Sometimes you don't understand why you're friends with the marauders. You love them so much but you're so different sometimes you don't understand. You're very calm and collected. Most times you don't show emotion at all, coming off as if you don't care. That's not the case though and luckily the boys know that. Even if they're the only ones.

Besides them and Lily, no one talks to you, and you don't talk to them. There's no real reason for this, only that people say you have a “death glare,” which apparently, makes you seem unapproachable.

Because of them being your only friends, (and not great at their studies) you spend a lot of time helping the boys, mainly James and Sirius, with their homework and preparing them for exams. During times where you're helping the boys in the library you notice the way people look at you guys. Sometimes their gaze is slanted towards the boys, either lusting after them or annoyed by some dumb prank they pulled.

However, there are times when people stare at you. They try to be less obvious, but you can see the way they silently judge you. Wondering why the boys hang out with you and debating whether or not you're as bitchy as you tend to seem.

You don't let any of this get to you, people will judge you for anything you do, and you know they simply don't understand. Honestly you find it funny how obsessed people are with a look on your face.

Especially when it's not one you make on purpose.

“I don't understand.” James tells you, for what feels like the hundredth time in twenty minutes.

“Of course you don't, you've been making faces at Sirius the whole time I was explaining.” You swear sometimes they're just children in growing-up bodies. Between the pranks, silly faces, and running around the halls playing hide and seek, but instead of each other seeking, it's whichever teacher they last put a spell on, it can be very hard to keep up with. Probably why people were so unexpected to see you all together.

“No I wasn't.”

“James, I saw you.”

“Wasn't me,” he defends. You let out a deep sigh at his childish antics, before focusing on the paper in front of him. You look down at the perfect moment, just in time to see Remus's small grin at banter between you and James.

“James, pay attention or I'll turn you into a rat,” you try to threaten, seeing Peter's frown at your words. “Sorry Pete, rats are adorable. You know how James feels about them though,” you shrug, remembering the way he screamed when Peter first transformed into his animagus form. He's not scared of Peter when he knows it's him but any other rat freaks him out.

“Fair.” Is all he says, as he leans back down to whatever he's doing on the floor.

You return your focus back to James, “Okay, are you going to pay attention this time?”

“Yes I am, apparently Lily only likes smart guys.”

“I have literally been telling you that for-” you're quickly cut off.

“No but that was just a plot for you to make me do my homework.”

“No it wasn't, I was trying to help you with Lily because-”

“No, I'm pretty sure you're lying.”

“But you confirmed it why would I be lying about it-”

“Well I don't know, why are you?”

“James Fleamont Potter I swear if you cut me off one more fucking time.” You hear the giggles of everyone else around you.

“What? What are you gonna do?”

“Call Lily.”

“No wait, I'm sorry.” He immediately changes his tone and turns back to his parchment.

Rolling your eyes, you look at Sirius,“Sirius, how far are you?”

“Well unlike prongs, I'm almost finished.” He tells you proudly.

“Can I see it?” He looks between you and the paper for a moment and then shakes his head.

“Not yet. It's a surprise.” You take a deep breath as he continues making faces to James.

Deciding you're done being a young mom to two boys older than you. You excuse yourself from the table and move to sit by the only boy not constantly giving you a headache.

“Hey, Rem.” You greet him softly.

“Good try.” He smirks at you, referencing the boys in front of you. You're glad they're having fun, but they're giving you gray hairs at this point.

“I'm two seconds away from calling Euphemia to deal with them.”

“That's a great plan, at least you'll get cookies out of it.” You nod your head in agreement, taking a second to admire your friend. Which is totally normal in a friendship, probably. You know you feel different about Remus than the others but you're not one hundred percent sure why.

“Ugh why can't you tutor them?” You don't even remember why you agreed to tutor them in the first place.

“Because I did it first and you lost the bet.” Now you remember, you and Remus had a stupid bet on who would tutor them. You and he had a competition, whoever got the lower grade on an exam would be the tutor. You lost. By one point.

“Not fair, I want a rematch.”

“How is that not fair? I won perfectly fair.” You know he did but you don't want to accept it.

“Uh because I don't wanna do it anymore.”

“C'mon they're not that bad.”

“Says you! Yesterday they were playing rock, paper, scissors and when Sirius lost, he pushed over James in his chair. Then James got up and claimed all the knowledge was knocked out of his head and he couldn't possibly finish the paper.” Remus is clearly trying not to laugh at your frustration. “Don't laugh, it's not funny.”

“I'm not laughing. But you have to admit they're very amusing.”

“I admit nothing. Seriously, why do they go to such lengths to avoid homework.” Remus immediately moves his face out of your view. “What do you know, Wolfboy?”

“Is the nickname really necessary?”

“Yes it is, explain,” you don't give him any room for argument.

“Fine. They usually do their homework just fine, slow but fine.”

“Then why do they cause such problems for me?” You ask him in despair.

“They like fucking with you.”

“Are you kidding me Lupin?” You raise your eyebrows at him and demand a response.

“No, they think you're funny.” He breaks out in a full blown laugh at your annoyed reaction.

“I'm glad you think this is funny, Moony, because you won't be laughing when you're all rats.”

“As if you could even turn me into a rat. I dare you to try.”

“Y'know what I will.” You give him a bright smile as he grabs your wrist to keep you from grabbing your wand.

“Not right now.”

“You're not scared are you Lupin?” You swear your heart skips a beat at his grin.

“Can you just pick one name and stick with it?”

“Okay I pick Wolfboy.”

“No you don't, pick something else.”

“No. Bye Wolfboy.” You hear his frustrated groan from behind you while you leave the library.

“Ah!” You jump as you turn the corner and run into Remus. “Oh. Hi Wolfboy.”

“I thought I told you to pick something else to call me.”

“No, I don't remember that.” He looks at you in disbelief. “I'm getting breakfast now.”

“No you are not.” He begins to pull you in the other direction.

“Um Wolfboy, I need food.”

“Not right now.” What the fuck.

“What is so important I must miss breakfast?” He pulls you into an empty classroom and shuts the door. “You know you can't kill me right? People will know.

“That's not…what?”

“Nevermind, continue.”

“Okay great. I don't know how to say this but after yesterday it just felt so clear that I need you to know.” You give a gentle nod for him to continue.

“Y/n, I hope this doesn't ruin anything between us but I need you to know that I like you.” He waits a minute for you to respond, when you don't, he keeps going. “As more than a friend, like romantically. I have a crush on you.”

“Oh um okay.” You shrug and start to walk out of the room. “See you at breakfast.”

Remus is stuck standing in place as he tries to comprehend what just happened. He was expecting a rejection, a clear rejection. Or of course, there's the small part of him waiting for you to admit you feel the same way he does. But no. None of them. He has no idea how you're feeling. Who just says “okay” to that and walks out.

After a minute he decides to follow you to the great hall, pretending nothing just happened. He doesn't know whether to be sad about a rejection or be happy it wasn't actually a rejection?

James and Sirius are questioning his mixed expression the second he sits down, but Remus is focused solely on you. Who isn't in the great hall. He looks over all the people at least three times looking for you. Ultimately, he can't help but be a little relieved he doesn't have to face you right now. What would he even say after that?

Remus doesn't see you for the rest of the day. Instead he spends the day worrying whether or not he's scared you away.

“Oh Remus you're here! Come here!” You grab his hand and pull him into an empty room, similarly to the way he did to you yesterday.

“Um okay? Are you alright?” He asks quickly, as if sensing your nervousness.

“Yes I'm fine I just need to say something to you.”

“What is that?” He asks, pointing to the things you're holding in your free hand.

“Oh yeah this stuff is for you.” You hand him a box of his favorite chocolates and a scarf you spent the night making for him. “I made this for you because I didn't know how to say what I want to. I didn't mean to act like that yesterday, I just needed some time to think about how I felt.”

“And what do you want to say?”

“Yeah it's on the scarf actually.” You take notice of how your fingers are fidgeting, and your legs are bouncing in place.

“Did you make this? This is nice.”

“Last night, yeah.” You feel a little out of breath as you stand in front of him.

“In one night? That's impressive and insane.”

“I'm well aware. I didn't sleep last night.” He grins you a big grin, both at your words and the words he finally finds on the end of his scarf.

“You need sleep, angel.” He says, cutting off at the end as he finishes reading your sewed words. ‘I think I like you too ♡’ is embedded into the red fabric. “You think?”

“Is that acceptable for you Wolfboy?” You step closer to him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah more than.” You can't stop your bright smile as he leans down to place his lips on yours.

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Summer of Love pt. 3

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Word count - 6,041

Warnings - mentions of injuries and medication, little pinch of angst, fluff, mentions of Goose and Carole

Summary - while in the final stages of recovery after a mission gone wrong, Bradley signs himself up to work at a summer camp just for something to do since Maverick has barred him from Navy work for the time being. meanwhile, you're in between jobs and figure working at a summer camp is some good experience. you meet Bradley and experience a romance you could've never expected (along with some very nosy kids)

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A/N - wow I'm back with a new part of Summer of Love?? this was long overdue and I kinda went off on one here so I really hope I did this series some justice with the newest part. there's actually a part in here based off something that legitimately happened to me when I worked at a summer camp in America so there's a fun fact for ya :). anyway I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

Waking up to the sound of your alarm would normally fill you with a sense of dread at having to face a day of work, but since arriving at camp your excitement levels had been climbing with each waking moment. Today it felt like they were at an all-time high because today was finally the day that the children would arrive and camp would begin properly. You get up and change before making your way over to the dining hall to have some breakfast, greeting all your friends as you join them at the table.

“How are you guys feeling about the fact camp is going to be in full swing by tonight?” Ella asks, a clear excitement in her voice as she glances at each of you in turn, all of you nodding with wide smiles.

“I can’t wait for it to get started!” You reply, practically grinning ear to ear with excitement.

“It’s going to be one hell of an experience.” Bradley then says, his smile matching yours as the group of you continue to talk, trying to predict what the next two months could hold for you all until Kerry stands at the front of the room and addresses you all.

“Alright, you guys! As you are all aware, the kids will be arriving this afternoon so take the morning to make sure your cabins are spotless and welcoming for when the children and their parents arrive so they can feel settled the moment they arrive.” Kerry announces, looking around the room at all the excited members of staff who were eagerly anticipating the official start of the camp session.

After Kerry had finished explaining what would transpire when the children began to arrive as well as telling you what time they were due to arrive, you were all dismissed to go and finish preparing your cabins for the arrival of the kids.

You arrive back at your cabin and quickly get to work, writing out little notes for each girl assigned to your cabin and placing one on each of the beds in the cabin so the girls have a bed assigned but you weren’t going to be upset if they wanted to swap with someone else. As long as it was agreed upon and caused no arguments, you were happy for the girls to make their experience as good as possible in their own way.

Once you’ve placed the notes down on the beds, you do a sweep of the whole cabin, getting rid of any outside dirt that may have snuck its way in before wiping down all the bedside tables to rid them of dust that had settled over time. When you were satisfied that your cabin was completely tidy and looked welcoming enough, you got changed into the correct uniform you needed to be wearing for when the children arrived and made your way over to the staff lounge to relax and hang out with your friends before lunch.

Meanwhile, across the camp, Bradley was making similar preparations for his cabin. Unlike you, Bradley had not made any notes or anything similar to put on the beds. He had chosen to roughly sketch out a layout of the cabin and write names on each of the four beds in the cabin but he wasn’t going to put up much of a fight if they wanted to switch around. All Bradley could hope for was that none of the boys in his cabin had heavy gear that they would ask for a hand with. While Bradley had remembered to take his medication this time, his back was still not up to any heavy lifting tasks just yet. When Bradley was satisfied the cabin was clean after thoroughly cleaning as if he were back in the naval academy awaiting a room inspection, he changed into the appropriate uniform. He then made his way to the staff lounge as you had done.

“Hey, Bradley.” You greet him warmly the moment you notice him enter the room, smiling up at him as he crosses the room to sit on the sofa with you.

“Hey, y/n. Cabin all sorted?” Bradley asks with a smile, easing himself back against the sofa cushions as you nod your head.

“I think so. All it needs now is some campers. Are you all sorted?” You reply, smiling softly at Bradley as he mirrors your nod.

“Yeah, all sorted.” He says, smiling as you begin to talk about how excited you were for camp to start properly. Bradley thought you had the cutest smile, and that it was so cute seeing you so excited for this.

Before Bradley could continue his conversation with you, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he tilted his head slightly in confusion when he saw Maverick’s name displayed across his phone for a Facetime call.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve got to take this really quick.” Bradley excuses himself apologetically, grabbing his headphones from his locker and plugging them into his phone before sitting out on the porch and picking up the call.

“Hey, Mav.” He greets his godfather with a small smile.

“Hey, kid. I remembered you saying that camp officially starts this afternoon so I figured I’d get a last-minute call in before you’re too busy.” Maverick starts before Penny crosses to stand behind him, leaning over his shoulder so Bradley can see her.

“He means I reminded him.” She says, eliciting a chuckle from Bradley as she moves off camera again to continue with what she is doing.

“How’s things back home?” Bradley asks, partially curious as to how things at Top Gun have been, and partially trying to deal with his fear of missing out.

“It’s good. Pretty quiet without you and Hangman butting heads that’s for sure. But you know the Daggers, they’re able to keep me on my toes.” Maverick admits with a soft chuckle as he thinks back to all the shenanigans he’s had to put up with since becoming Captain of the Dagger Squadron.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I sort of miss butting heads with Jake. But don’t tell him I said that, his ego doesn’t need any more boosts, he gets enough from the women at the Hard Deck.” Bradley says, finding himself admitting something he thought he’d die before saying out loud.

“Your secret is safe with me Bradley. I will be honest, we do all miss you here. I wish nothing more than for you to be flying with us but I know I need to stick to my guns and let you finish up your recovery before you come back.” Maverick says, a solemn expression crossing his face as Bradley nods his head sadly.

“I understand, Mav.” Bradley says, sadness tugging lightly at his heart as he thinks of everything he is missing back in San Diego. He knew coming to work at a summer camp was his idea, and he was yet to have any regrets about it. But his heart still longed to be up in the air, flying with his friends and doing his duty.

“Your back isn’t giving you too much trouble is it?” Maverick asks quietly as if people were potentially listening in to their conversation. Bradley could only bring himself to shake his head at Maverick’s question, not trusting his voice enough to convince his godfather that his back wasn’t troubling him.

“Hey, Bradley. I just thought I’d let you know we’re heading over for lunch so you can come and join us whenever you’re ready. But don’t rush though. Finish your call whenever.” Bradley is shaken out of his pity party thoughts by your soft voice and gentle hand on his shoulder, leaning down and speaking softly so as not to cause too much of a ruckus while he’s on the phone before offering him a small smile when he looked up at you and then leaving the porch and crossing to the dining hall, Bradley’s gaze following you the whole way.

“Who was that?” Maverick’s voice snaps Bradley back to reality, feeling a slight blush cover his cheeks at being caught out.

“It was… uh- y/n.” Bradley stumbles over his words, only serving to deepen his blush as he watches Maverick raise an eyebrow.

“I see. Is y/n your girlfriend?” Maverick asks, watching and fighting back a laugh when Bradley’s eyes widen.

“No. She’s a friend who happens to be a girl. That’s it.” Bradley defends himself, trying to hide his feelings as Maverick hums in amusement, clearly not believing Bradley’s adamant denial of his feelings.

“Pete, leave Bradley alone.” Penny scolds in the background, shooting Maverick a look when he glances away from his phone to look at her, warning him to behave.

“Look Mav, I should get going if I want to get lunch before the kids arrive.” Bradley says, glancing over at the dining hall as he feels his stomach grumble at the thought of food.

“Yes, of course. Have a good time, kid. Message us when you can and I’ll keep you up to date on what the Daggers get up to.” Maverick says, smiling as he and Bradley bid each other goodbye before ending the call. Bradley pulls his headphones out with a sigh and moves to stand up, wincing when his back twinges in pain before shoving his phone back in his locker and crossing to the dining hall. He quickly plates up some food once he enters before scanning the room, unable to stop the smile from covering his face when he sees you sat with your friends, one seat free for him.

“Hey guys.” Bradley greets everyone at the table as he sits down, placing his plate down in front of him and digging in.

“Oh, Bradley you didn’t need to rush your call if you weren’t done I could’ve plated some stuff up for you.” You say apologetically, feeling bad that he ended his call so soon after you and the others came up for lunch.

“Don’t worry about it, Mav isn’t one for long calls anyway so we probably would’ve finished the call by now anyway.” Bradley says with a shrug, placing his fork down and lifting the cup of water to his lips.

“Mav? Who names their kid that?” Cameron asks, confused, glancing over at Bradley who quickly realises his slight error.

“My godfather is in the Navy, same as me. Mav is short for Maverick. That’s his callsign.” Bradley clarifies, receiving nods of understanding in response.

“Wait so if you’re in the Navy too, that means you must have a fancy callsign too. What is it then?” Nathan asks, causing a clamour of people wanting to know Bradley’s callsign as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“I’ve got enough people calling me by my callsign in my day-to-day life I don’t need to add you guys into it as well. It’s staying a secret sorry guys.” Bradley shrugs with a grin as everyone jokingly groans at the lack of a callsign reveal. As you finish up your lunch together, you are suddenly aware that it’s only a matter of time before the children start to arrive so with one last good luck to each other, you leave the dining hall and head your separate ways to your cabins to await the arrival of your campers.

You wait with a smile inside your cabin, you had the door propped open so parents and children alike could see that you were inside as you busied yourself with last-minute adjustments so you didn’t look like you were just sitting around bored.

“Hello?” You hear a voice come from behind you, making you turn to face the owner of the voice, seeing two parents and their daughter between them.

“Hello, it’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name?” You greet the three happily, welcoming them into the cabin and addressing the young girl who glances down at the floor, clearly shy.

“I’m Zoe.” She says quietly, fidgeting with the hair tie on her wrist.

“Hi Zoe, I’m y/n and I’m going to be your counsellor for the summer. Would you like to find the bed with your name on it?” You introduce yourself with a gentle smile before offering her something to do as she nods, creeping towards each of the beds in turn until she eventually points out the bed with her name card on it.

“Look at that Zo, you’ve got a great view of the lake isn’t that amazing?” Her dad states, glancing out the window that sat beside her bed, wrapping his arm around his daughter and looking at the view with her.

“It’s Zoe’s first time here so she’s a little nervous since it’s her first time spending a good chunk of time away from home.” Zoe’s mother sidles up alongside you to mumble and you turn to face her.

“That is completely understandable. My job is to make sure she has a great time here.” You say with a nod, understanding her potential homesickness and shyness in a new place. You then help get her bags in before Zoe’s parents bid her goodbye, leaving you to help her unpack her things with the space she has. You made small talk with Zoe, asking her about some of the activities she had signed up for and told her about how friendly the counsellors running those activities were so she felt less nervous about them. Soon another girl entered the cabin with her parents trailing behind.

“Hi, I’m Julia!” The girl introduces herself to both you and Zoe, leading her parents into the cabin and quickly locating the bed with her name on it as if she’d done it before.

“Wow, you knew to look for the name card, guess I’m not the first one to have tried it, huh?” You joke with a laugh as Julia’s parents set her bags down by her bed.

“This is my second summer here, and my last counsellor did the same thing so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to check.” Julia says with a smile as she instantly starts to unpack her belongings.

“Well, I’m y/n and I’ll be your counsellor for the summer.” You introduce yourself to the young girl as she grins over at you. Julia’s parents mingle for a few more minutes, talking to you as Julia starts to make conversation with Zoe, helping her to break out of her shell a little as she shares some of her spare fabrics to make curtains for the windows as you smile at the interactions. Julia’s parents then said goodbye to their daughter who quickly hugged them goodbye before returning to her conversation with Zoe. Soon your last two girls arrived at the same time with their parents in tow.

“You two must be Louisa and Megan. I’m y/n, your counsellor.” You introduce yourself to the girls as you help their parents bring their bags into the cabin.

“It’s nice to meet you.” The two girls chirp in tandem, smiling and crossing to their beds and starting to unpack, introducing themselves to the others as their parents join you.

“These two have been best friends since birth. And they’ve been coming here since we found out about this camp so they definitely know how it works around here.” The woman who introduces herself as Louisa’s mother says as she watches her daughter happily interacting with her new cabinmates.

“They definitely look like they know what they’re doing.” You muse as you watch the two girls giving advice and helping Zoe and Julia set up their makeshift curtains before doing the same with the window nearest their beds before turning to you.

“Hey, y/n. Do you want some fabric for this little window here? That way you can have some privacy when you’re in your area of the cabin.” Megan asks, holding up some fabric as you glance from it to the little window that sits in the wall separating your cabin area from the girls.

“That’s a great idea, Megan. We can make them into little curtains so whenever we’re in here during the day I can have them open to keep an eye on you all.” You joke, eliciting giggles from all the girls as the parents chuckle too.

“Well, I guess we should be off then.” Both Megan and Louisa’s parents say, getting hugs from their children before bidding everyone goodbye and then heading out of the cabin to begin their journey home.

After they leave, you turn to your campers, a smile on your face as you watch them helping each other unpack and decorate the cabin.

“Alright girls, how about we get to know each other a little while we decorate? I know Megan and Louisa know each other but there’s no harm in being friends with your whole cabin is there? Why don’t we go around and everyone can introduce themself with their name and an activity they’re excited for.” You say, addressing each of the girls as they all nod glancing around each other, introducing themselves by name and naming an activity they’re excited for. Zoe was excited to learn how to waterski, Louisa was excited to horse ride, Megan was excited to audition for the camp musical, and Julia was excited to do some arts and crafts. It made you happy to hear how excited these girls were for the various activities the camp had to offer. You sat with the girls as they helped you make curtains out of the fabric Megan gave to you and once they were made you entered your part of the cabin and hung it up in the window, pulling them back and tying them back so they were open and you could see into the girls area of the cabin.

“I don’t know about you guys but I think we have the best cabin ever.”

Meanwhile, over in Bradley’s cabin he was just greeting the parents of the last boy to arrive in his cabin, he had already greeted Nick, Tom, and Alex so by process of elimination it was Lucas who had just arrived. He greeted the parents with a shake of the hand before introducing himself to Lucas and pointed out his bed so he could start to unpack.

“I hate to be a bother but Lucas’ trunk is a little heavy, we had to cart it down here. Do you think you could give me a hand bringing it into the cabin?” Lucas’ dad asks, looking very apologetic for having to ask in the first place. Bradley knew he should say no, he could picture his doctor and Maverick screaming at him to not help but Bradley couldn’t bring himself to turn down the ask for help.

“Of course, we’ll take a handle each.” Bradley says with a smile, stepping outside the cabin to where the small wooden cart with the trunk on was sitting. Bradley took one of the handles in his hand while Lucas’ dad took the other. Upon lifting it, Bradley was relieved to find out it was nowhere near as heavy as he had anticipated it to be, in fact, he was sure he could’ve carried it himself, but he couldn’t ignore the throbbing pain in his back when he lifted it so he did his best to get it into the cabin as quickly as possible.

“There we go.” Lucas’ dad says as he and Bradley put the trunk down on the floor for Lucas to begin unpacking.

“That hardly seemed like a problem for you.” Lucas’ mum praises Bradley, smiling as Bradley shakes his head with a chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure the bag I brought was heavier than that.” Bradley says with a laugh as Lucas’ parents exchange a look and laugh.

“Well, we’ll leave Lucas in your capable hands then. Have a good time son.” Lucas’ dad says, bidding goodbye to his son who says a goodbye in response before focusing on unpacking and making his bed while chatting with the other three boys in his cabin. Bradley then decides to make the effort to get to know the boys who very clearly all knew each other already and so strikes up a conversation asking what they’re looking forward to doing. Unsurprisingly, Bradley soon found out that most of the boys were excited to work on their sports skills, mostly in soccer, which meant Bradley had to make sure he was the best instructor he could be to help the boys get to the skill level they’d like to. Bradley continues to chat with his campers for a while, helping them set up their areas until he clocks the time on his watch.

“Alright guys, we should head out to the assembly point.” He says, remembering that there was a meeting to welcome everyone to camp before everyone was given the assigned table that they had to sit at for breakfast and dinner while at lunch they could sit wherever they wanted. Bradley ushers his campers out of the cabin once they’re ready and they make their way to the assembly point, finding a place to sit and waiting as more and more people arrive and find somewhere to sit. Bradley saw you arrive with your campers in tow, you had brief eye contact and you offered him a small wave before one of your campers pointed out a place you could all sit so you then followed her to the free spot.

Soon, Kerry stood before you all and welcomed all the campers to the beginning of camp, which was met with excited cheers from the campers as some began to murmur excitedly amongst each other until Kerry quietened them down, her smile still wide and welcoming. When everyone is calmed down again, Kerry explains that she’s going to call out the table number, and then the people who are sitting at that table. After she says the names, the people who were called out can go and sit at their assigned table and wait for everyone else. You all wait patiently as Kerry calls out the numbers and names.

“On table twelve we have Bradley, y/n, Molly, Jamie, Sophia, Seb, Eve, and Kevin.” Kerry calls out your name and you stand up, making your way towards the dining hall with the other people at your table, unable to suppress your smile as Bradley walks up alongside you.

“Guess we’re tablemates now.” Bradley jokes, smiling as the eight of you enter the dining hall, locating the table displaying the number twelve.

“I suppose there are worse people to be grouped with.” You say with a smile, giggling as Bradley jokingly scoffs and rolls his eyes as you all sit down at your table, waiting for the rest of the camp to go to their tables.

When everyone is sat at their tables, Kerry announces how breakfast and dinner will function. Everyone will sit at their tables after the morning and afternoon meetings and will wait as the tables are released to get their food by row, and every table is responsible for cleaning up after themselves. With the rules now established, the tables are released row by row to go and plate up their meals. When your table is released, you make your way up to the hot food bar and plate up some dinner before returning to your table and digging into your food as the rest of your table slowly returns.

“All I’m saying is the Daggers would be so jealous of the food we have here. The food in the canteen isn’t nearly as good as this.” Bradley says after a mouthful of food, glancing over at you as you nod in agreement. Knowing your friends from back home would be jealous of the food you were being served.

“What is the Daggers?” Jamie asks, looking at Bradley curiously as he exchanges a look with you, clearly unprepared for such a question.

“I’m a naval aviator and the Daggers is the name of my squadron.” Bradley explains with a small smile, seeing how the kid's eyes light up when he reveals his job to them. He is then bombarded with questions from curious kids who want to know more. They all seem to love hearing some of Bradley’s stories, he made sure to only pick the appropriate ones, mostly about his training and teammates.

“My dad used to be an aviator, his callsign was Diesel. What’s your callsign?” Sophia asks, which once again has all eyes on Bradley as he chuckles.

“That’s staying a secret from everyone. Not even the other counsellors know my callsign. I get called it enough to earn a little break.” Bradley says, earning a wave of groans and pleads with the promise it would stay a secret between the table but Bradley sticks to his guns.

“Sorry guys, some things just stay secret.” Bradley grins as he lifts his cup of water to his lips before taking a sip as there’s yet another ripple of groans from the children. You then effortlessly switch the subject and ask the kids what kinds of activities they’ve signed up for and Bradley can’t help but admire how good you are with the children and how you hold conversation with them, listening to them as if their thoughts and opinions were the most important thing to you.

Before you knew it, dinner was over and everyone made their way into the hall that functioned as a small theatre and a gymnasium to watch some of the counsellors take part in the counsellor variety show, some singing, some doing silly dances with their friends, and more. You were happy to sit at the back of the room along with the other counsellors to watch and enjoy the show. When the show was finished Kerry took to the stage to dismiss you all to head back to your cabins for the night and you gathered up your four campers and walked back up to the cabin with them while Bradley found his four.

“Are you guys good to head back to the cabin yourselves? I have something I need to do.” Bradley says and once they nod he sends them off to the cabin, instructing them to get ready for bed before he gets back, as they leave, Bradley heads in the direction of the nurse’s lodge, grabbing his medication from the bag with his name on and taking it with a swig of water before shoving it away and making his way back to the cabin where he enters his area of the cabin and changes into a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms and one of his shirts from his Navy training days before throwing on his beloved Eagles sweatshirt over the top to counter the chill he felt in the cabin. Once he was ready and checked with the boys that they had gotten changed, he entered their area of the cabin and leaned up against the wall asking how they all were.

“We’re good. Hey, what’s going on with you and y/n? You two looked really close.” Nick asks, getting a murmur of agreement from the rest of the boys while Bradley fights back a blush he knows is coming.

“We’re friends. We’ve been friendly since we met at the start of counsellor orientation.” Bradley says, not missing how the campers exchange a knowing look.

“Sure… well, Louisa from y/n’s cabin was at my table and she noticed it too so I bet she’s going to ask her as well.” Alex says, making Bradley let out a soft sigh.

“Look, don’t drag y/n into anything. We’re just here to do our jobs and make sure you guys have a good summer. It’s hard to do that when kids are bugging you about things that aren’t true.” Bradley says, an overwhelming urge to protect you from the pestering campers leaping out without a second thought.

“You sound pretty protective there, Bradley. Sure it’s because y/n is just a friend?” Tom says making Bradley roll his eyes biting his tongue so he wouldn’t seem so defensive and add fuel to their fire. All he could hope was that your campers weren’t putting you through the same interrogation.

“y/n, we saw you and Bradley laughing and chatting during dinner. Do you have a crush on him?” Louisa asks as you’re perched on the end of Zoe’s bed, book in hand to read to them as per their request.

“What?” You ask with a laugh, feeling your cheeks growing hot at the sudden question.

“All of us saw it. You were laughing and chatting with him. You totally have a crush on him.” Julia pipes up, making you let out a breathy laugh.

“We’re just friends girls. Friends laugh and talk together, especially when you’re the only two adults at the table. Bradley’s a nice guy to talk with.” You defend yourself, picking what you believe to be the most believable excuses to say as your cheeks grow hotter. 

“Okay.” Megan says, all four girls exchanging a look as you open the book to the first chapter, focusing on the page to calm down before looking back up at the girls.

“Are you ready for me to start reading now?”

About forty-five minutes later, you were quietly sneaking out of your cabin after lights out. Usually, you’d be granted from ten to midnight to have off while a few other counsellors were on patrol to make sure the cabins were covered. But since it was the first night of camp, you only got an hour instead of two but you were more than okay with that. You just wanted to stargaze for a while. You made your way to a small slope in the ground near the dining hall, sitting down on the grass and looking up at the stars, a soft smile on your face as you searched for constellations.

“Room for one more?” You hear about five minutes into stargazing and you look up to see Bradley smiling down at you.

“Of course.” You say with a smile, patting the grass next to you and waiting for Bradley to sit down, fighting the urge to raise your eyebrow at the smallest hiss of pain that escaped his lips as he sat down. Once he’s sat down, you both focus your gaze on the stars, watching them shine up in the darkened sky. You felt slightly awkward with Bradley sat alongside you after the questioning you received from your campers. They had hit the nail on the head with your crush on the tall aviator, but you had no clue how he felt about you and you treasured the newfound friendship with Bradley that you were more than willing to lock your feelings away to prevent heartbreak. After a brief silence, you clear your throat slightly and speak up.

“So you’re really not going to tell anyone your callsign? Not even the kids?” You ask with a smile as you glance over at Bradley who lets out a small breathy chuckle.

“I don’t think my ego could handle my callsign being public knowledge among the campers. It’s not exactly a callsign that strikes fear into the hearts of people.” Bradley says, explaining his reasoning and you nod in understanding.

“That’s okay. I didn’t mean to make it seem like you had to tell anyone if you didn’t want to.” You apologise, shifting your gaze back to the night sky as Bradley mirrors your actions before a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“Rooster.” Bradley says quietly after a brief silence.

“What was that?” You ask, turning to look at Bradley who somehow seemed perfectly illuminated under the moonlight.

“My callsign, it’s Rooster.” Bradley then says, shifting his gaze to meet yours, a shy smile appearing on his face.

“Rooster… I like it. What earned you that callsign?” You ask curiously, immediately wondering if you overstepped judging by Bradley’s expression and were prepping an apology before he spoke up.

“My dad’s callsign was Goose so I wanted to keep my callsign avian. Duck or Chicken probably weren’t the best choices so I ended up with Rooster. It’s not the most terrifying of callsigns but it’s good enough for me.” Bradley explains, glancing back up at the stars, wondering if his parents were up there together watching down on him as you listen carefully to his words.

“I think it’s lovely you wanted a callsign that could connect to your dad’s. Honestly, anyone who thinks that Rooster isn’t a scary callsign clearly has never been around a rooster because those things are scary.” You say, letting out a small laugh at the end of your sentence as Bradley cracks a smile of his own.

“So, is that why you didn’t want anyone to know? Because you’re worried it’s not considered cool enough?” You ask softly, curious as to whether that’s the only reason he won’t tell anyone.

“Well, there’s that. Then there’s the fact that more people in my life call me by my callsign instead of my actual name. I just want time to be Bradley.” He admits, gaze briefly flicking over to lock eyes with you once more before focusing back on the stars.

“You’re always going to be Bradley to all of us here. Even after we all head our own ways, everyone here is going to refer to you as Bradley.” You say with a smile, making Bradley nod slightly, his soft smile returning. Bradley was trying not to give away any of his supposedly obvious feelings towards you after the boys in his cabin grilled him about his feelings. He couldn’t keep lying to himself about his feelings anymore, but he didn’t want to risk the friendship he had with you. He didn’t want to scare you away. But you listened to him. You looked past Rooster and focused on Bradley. He realised then and there that he didn’t want anyone else but you.

“That will be nice. Just please don’t tell anyone my callsign.” Bradley asks, bringing himself back to reality and shifting to look over at you as you nod with a smile, moving to rest a comforting hand on top of Bradley’s entirely missing how his breath hitched at the contact because of how focused you were on the warmth of Bradley’s hand.

“Your secret is safe with me, Bradley.” You say, your voice no louder than a whisper, before removing your hand from atop Bradley’s, fighting back a frown at how cold you got the moment you moved your hand away while Bradley fought a frown of his own at the loss of the comforting feeling. The two of you look back up at the stars and continue to sit in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before a yawn slips past your lips without warning.

“I think that’s my cue to go and get some rest. You should do the same. We’re going to need all the rest we can get.” You say, beginning to get to your feet as Bradley mirrors your actions, standing face to face with you as you smile up at him under the moonlight.

“Goodnight Bradley.” You mutter with a shy smile, getting the sudden confidence to wrap him in a quick hug that took him aback at how gentle your hold was, able to wrap his arms around you for a brief second before you pulled away.

“Goodnight y/n.” Bradley replies, his soft smile never fading as he watches you turn around and make your way to the girl's line and disappear into the darkness before finally turning around himself and making his way back to his cabin.

When you reached your cabin, you snuck into your area of the cabin quietly, pulling your hoodie off and hanging it on a peg before taking your shoes off and climbing into bed, tugging the covers over yourself as you lie down, thinking about the first full day of camp tomorrow, and the tall aviator with a moustache on the other side of camp.

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[sushirrrry]

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[bad268]

Hi! if you want to or if you feel like it can you write anything about droid pezzy grizzy or puffer any of them you absolutely don't have to and if you want to can you write smth related to this

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Bubblegum Bitch (Big Puffer X Streamer! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (Took me a minute, I was tossing up different ideas for this I hope you like it!)

Warnings: Language ig

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1159

Summary: A broken promise leads to revenge.

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~~(^Screenshot from sleep stream vid/can't remember which)

Chat was being a pain today. Well, they were always a pain, but it seemed more than usual. After your 3 month hiatus from streaming and social media, the chat was bound to be hectic. Add to the fact that it was a sleep stream. Yeah, it should've been expected that chat would have a field day.

"I get it, guys," you started off as you started setting up media share, "I haven't been active in forever. Y'all are just crazy, and I needed a break." You glanced over at the messages, most of it is just random letters and emotes. Some of it was welcoming you back to streaming, some asking if you're going to have a regular streaming schedule again, and some complaining that media share is not working. "Hold your horses, guys. I'm still setting it up, takes time."

You ended up putting on some elevator music to fill the silence as you continued to set up media share. At one point, someone sent a donation, and apparently, the sound was already connected to the speakers, so it nearly blew your eardrums out.

"Is Puffer joining you?" It said.

"Jesus, fuck, no," you laughed. "Ain't no way I could convince Puffer to join me for a sleep stream. Actually, maybe..." you trailed off, pulling your phone off the charger to text our chat. "Okay, we'll see what he says. In the meantime, feel free to blast him on Twitter or something. Blow up his notifications, so he'll have to join. I think he's streaming now, too, so feel free to leave while I set up media share."

Meanwhile, Puffer was streaming a you laugh, you spin the wheel, and his own chat had convinced him to add "sleep stream" to the list. Just as he spun the wheel, the last time for his stream, his chat starts blowing more so than usual. Instead of paying attention to the wheel, he focuses on what the chat is talking about. Most of them begging the wheel to land on the sleep stream or asking him to join his significant other.

"Did (twitch user) send you? I already told them I'm not joining," he laughed before beginning to dial your number but immediately stopped once he saw what the wheel landed on: sleep stream. "Oh fuck off. Really?" His attention flips to be solely focused on the wheel, making sure it actually landed on the sleep stream. "What if I just go join (twitch user)? Will that make you happy? Will that count?" Seeing the chat fill with yeses and happy emotes, he started setting up for a raid to his significant other with a sigh. "Fine, head over there. I'll be over there in a minute."

In your room, you finally got media share to work, and all of your viewers (plus Puffer's from the raid you didn't know you had) witnessed you get jumpscared by the Buzz Lightyear commercial. "There's gotta be a minimum for that. I can see why Puffer does $50 minimum for it."

"Puffer is coming" A donation read through the speakers, scaring you once again.

"Oh, how did y'all convince him? I'm curious," You asked chat, looking through the messages in hopes of seeing anyone answer my question.

"Unluck of the wheel and opportunity," Puffer answered as he walked into your office in a comfier outfit than what he was streaming in with a pillow and blanked. "The wheel landed on sleep stream, so I'm just going to join you."

The stream was hell, to put it lightly. With Puffer's audience excited for the sleep stream and your chat finally happy to see some content, there were no silence moments the entire night.

"I am never doing a sleep stream again," Puffer groaned as he hid his face in your neck while you checked the chat on your phone.

"On the bright side, it's gonna be over soon," You laughed, setting your phone down as you played with his hair. "Mods just told me that someone just sent in the last video of the night. Should be playing soon."

Looking up at the screen when you hear a song playing, it's Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA. Your eyes grew wide as you registered that it was the video you made over the break, teasing Puffer. The same video that you swore not to post.

"What the fuck is that..." Puffer trailed off, seeing you and him in the video. Then it gets to the chorus, and the video shows you grabbing him by the shirt, pulling him in like you were going to kiss him before pushing him away again. Immediately, he remembers when that happened. "You said you weren't going to post that!"

"I put it in the member's discord," You defended, "It was a challenge they asked me to do anyway, so one of them is a little snitch."

"On that note, we are done. I am done. I am never doing a sleep stream again," He exaggerated as he jumped out of the bed, leaving the room. "And I am never trusting you again!"

"Look at what you guys did," I lectured chat as I moved to end the stream. "Just for that, no stream for the rest of the week. See you guys next week! Think about what you've done. Bye!"

~~

Two days later, Puffer was still salty. You promised not to post that video, yet there it was on the internet. He was going to get back at you, and he knew exactly what he needed to do.

It was a chill day. One where you were cuddling into Puffer’s side as a movie played in the background, and you both scrolled through your phones. You put yours to the side as you got hit with a wave of exhaustion, pulling the blanket that was across your laps up to your shoulders.

This was his chance, he thought. You were nearly asleep, so you would not question his actions. He made sure his headphones were connected before setting up his phone to record your reaction. He gently shook you away during the lead-up of the song, your face filled with confusion, as he moved his hand to rest on the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss, but he stopped just short. 

“I’ll chew you up and,” He whispered against your lips before pushing you back, “I’ll spit you out.” Your face dropped in shock as you realized what he was doing. “Cause that’s what young love is all about.”

“So pull me closer,” You whispered back, overcoming the shock, as you grabbed his chin to pull him in, “and kiss me hard.”

“I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart,” You both whispered together while jokingly glaring at each other. 

“I’m gonna post this,” Puffer said after a minute of just staring into your eyes. “I think that’s fair.”

“All is fair in love and war.”

~~~~~

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[newkatzkafe2023]

Okay, so since we have been talking, I really want to see the next part in the Coraline au continuation. If that's okay, (particularly HIB and MK reborn, lol.) no pressure, you said you liked requests but i just want to be considerate still.

Part 3 of Beldam (Y/N)🥳

(Lmk Wukong) His jaw was still touching the floor when he saw you. He observed the black monkey who was wearing a Sundress and some cute sandals. But unfortunately the despite all that he was still staring at her pair of yellow buttons That is in place of her eyes.

(Lmk Wukong): W-Who Are you?!?!😰

Monkey (Y/N): I'm sorry I must have frightened you. I tend to do that , but I'm your wife (Y/N)

(Lmk Wukong) Okay first of all I don't have a wife and second of all even if I did I doubt she would have B.....B......

Monkey (Y/N)B....B...B..Buttons??? Do you like them they're in my favorite color now dinner is Almost Ready is so can you please drop off this package next door to Pigsy and Tang They're not too far from here😊

Wukong to the box and silently left. What the hell is going on around here and Bixby and Tang right here? Maybe don't know what's happening

When Wukong got to the Restaurant he walked in to see pigsy and Tang sitting by a Piano.

Lmk Wukong: Hey you too (Y/N) Who told me to drop this off for you guys

It's when they both turn around to show their button eyes Wukong Own eye twitched Wondering if he really is going insane

Other Pigsy: Oh good you have it

Other Tang: (Y/N) It's truly the best not that we have it we can play the piano now

(Lmk Wukong) Nither of you know how to play a piano

Both: Well of course we can't we have to play it together watch Make up an song about Sun wukong, He's a King, He's a Hero, He can do no Wrong, He's as noble as Budda in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶

Monkey king actually like the song. He heard before he wave goodbye to the two and return to your home where she was surprised with all types of noodles and peach chips.

Monkey (Y/N) Surprise hope you like it

And Wukong did After you told him you were waiting for him for quite a long time. He then started to feel really tired. Especially from the day he had looking for those missing men with Mk.

Monkey (Y/N) You look tired let's get you to bed now

(Y/N) Then led him to a bedroom where all of his collection over the years was much more neither than before after you gave Cherry's juice to help him get some sleep.

Monkey (Y/N) Good night my king I had a lot of fun tonight💛

(Mk Reborn Wukong) This is bizarre on so many levels. First of all he was not expecting to walk into a mirror. Second of all he was also not expecting that said mirror To cause and tomet up with a female monkey. Third of all He didn't expect the female monkey to be just as snarky is him

(MKR Wukong) What are you talking about and what happened to your eyes? Why I do that you have??

Monkey (Y/N): Buttons nice to know you noticed you you're not put off by it are you???

(MKR Wukong) N-No just want is the story of that?!?!

Monkey (Y/n) Hehe🤭 I'll explain the story of that later , but i'm gonna need you To drop off a package to pigsy For me please then come back when dinner is ready

Wukong takes the box 📦 from you and walked of he was trying to still rap his head around in everything. There's a female monkey who Just said she was waiting for him and now she's sending him off. To do a quick favor like he should be full of questions right now. And another thing pigz is here he knew about This place maybe he's gonna know what's going on. Though he doubts it, but he's his best chance of understanding. What the hell any of this is. When he got their he found pigsy Alright But he too had button eyes

Other Pigsy: Welcome my king

Finally some respect this is something he can get used to

Mk Wukong: (Y/N) Wanted me to give this package to you

Other Pigsy: Oh good she's the best now I can work on my piano

Mk Wukong: What you don't play Piano

Other Pigsy: Well of course I don't the piano plays me Watch this. Make up an song about Sun wukong, He's a King, He's a Hero, He can do no Wrong, He's as noble as Budda in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶

Monkey king Clapped his hands liking what he was hearing After talking Wukong Wave goodbye To the other pigs and left back home to you What do you smell a lot of food.

Wukong Soon fell in himself challing down some vegetable fried rice and Other foods their was noodles and soup Dumplings too.

Monkey (Y/N) I hope you like it. I have other stuff. You wanna try if you're hungry still

(MKR Wukong) No man this is great but I am thirsty

Monkey (Y/N) All right say it less I got peach tea

Wukong Drank the tea before (Y/N) You put a cake in front of him saying welcome home

Monkey (Y/N) I've been waiting A long time for your Sun Wukong. I really hope you enjoy your stay here With me here. You can have anything you want Just as that's all you have to do.

Wukong Smiled At you but he suddenly felt tired i'm all of the food he had

Mk Wukong: (Y/N) Thanks, but I'm really need to get to bed. Masters gonna come looking for me

Monkey (Y/N) Of course that is very important let's get you a bed

(Y/n) Lead The monkey king to less mess version of his room Everything was organized from top to bottom. And that's when she brought him to bed not before him some cherry juice to help fall asleep

Monkey (Y/N) Good night🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵

(NR Wukong) He just stood there, He stood in silence. All he did was stare into what? But what have been your eyes if it wasn't further bright Pink buttons. He had absolutely no idea What else to say. The dude was for once Speechless

Monkey (Y/N) Handsome? Earth to handsome? Are you okay hubby? you look like you saw ghosts you're not sick are you?

Wukong Was able to snap out of it a little but

(NR Wukong) Um yeah??? Is there a story about your Bu.............Bu...........

Monkey (Y/N) Oh my buttons do you like them I always thought they were neat No I enough those chit chat foods getting cold but I do need you to do me a quick favor??? Can you please take this package to Su She's not too far from here so just drop it off at her house.

(NR Wukong) No problem I guess

Monkey (Y/N) Thank you baby

Wukong Walked out of the house In silence and confusion what is Li's girlfriend doing here and why is she living so close Maybe he really showed to get out More He got to the big expensive looking house. He walked in inside to see Su with her own pair of buttons when the middle of the living room playing a piano

Other Su: Wukong good to see you. Oh Good, she sent the package over as a thing. I wrote a song for you

Other Su: Making up a song about Wukong🎵 He's a King , He's a Hero, He can do no wrong🎶 He's as noble as Budda in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶

Nezha Actually enjoyed the song he heard and we've Goodbye to the other sill. That's where he returned back to home where he smelled a lot of food

Monkey (Y/N) So how do you like the soup dumplings they took me hours.

(NR Wukong) I love what you did but i'm kind of thirsty though

Monkey (Y/N) No problem, I have variety types of wine and alcohol. You know but if you feel like relaxing relaxing then I have tea as well. I also made brownies I hope you like them

Wukong ate one of your brownies with he started to feel Like he was on the elevator that was going up and down at the same time.

Monkey (Y/N) Probably should have mentioned that it was an edible. We better bring you the bed so that thing can wear off

(Y/N) Then brought the monkey king to retro bed And talk them in bernard before giving him some cherry juice To help.

(Y/N) Sweet dreams Handsome🩷

(HIB Wukong) He stood there in silence just looking at you like what is going on. Did he just walk into the sunken place or something. He has so many questions right now. But and fear of being rude towards you. I mean maybe you'll even notice but he'll just like be subtle with the question

(HIB) I'm terribly sorry but who are you and what happens here eyes????????

Monkey (Y/N) Oh Curious about my button Eyes they're so cute aren't they they're my favorite Color too. Do you like them??? I think they are wonderful.

(HIB) Still sorry for barging into your house. I didn't mean to I just found Strange tunnel and

Monkey (Y/N) Oh my sweet king, you don't have to apologize to me. In fact, I welcome you. Dinner is almost ready but I need you to do me a small favor. Can you please deliver this package to pigsy He lives next door can't miss him

Wukong then received The package from you before being pushed out gently. And he found himself walking down the street and auto pilot. He had so many questions and his main one is Pigsy actually here??? maybe he'll know what's going on because I am majorly perplex Wukong got to the house he saw tapping on a Piano.

(HIB) Pigsy????

Other Pigsy: Good evening your majesty!!!!

Wukong Frozen to see pigsy With button eyes?!

Other Pigsy: Oh good you have the package (Y/N) Truly is the best. Well to show you my gratitude I wrote you a song on my piano.

(HIB) When have you ever played the Piano

Other Pigsy: Just now, Here let me show you. Make up an song about Sun wukong, He's a King, He's a Hero, He can do no Wrong, He's as noble as Budda in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶

Monkey king Loved the song he heard After talking to the other pigzy, for a little bit, he returned home to you and he smelled fish as soon as he got there. Lots and lots of fish. I'm Not kidding from Deep fried fish to Fish soup And you had fried rice And soup dumplings with noodles.

Monkey (Y/N) Poor you, you must have been so hungry. I know I should cook the more i'm so inconsiderate

(HIB) No no I love all of this it's just i'm thirsty now

Monkey (Y/N) Oh you should have started with that come I have tea Green tea, oolong tea, And if you're feeling romantic red wine.

(HIB) Do you have Roasted Oolong tea

Monkey (Y/N) Yes sir

(Y/N) pour a cup of tea for Wukong before putting a Cake That said welcome home

(Y/n) I was waiting for you for so Wukong You have no idea how lonely I was but The waiting was worth it because I have you here now

Sun Wukong Add felt something as felt in a long time joy. This female monkey had worked very hard to impress him and make him happy and welcome him. Even though he basically broke an entered into her home , she didn't minded all and welcomed him with open arms.

Monkey (Y/N) It's getting late my king we should get you to bed we don't want You will to be all grumpy in the morning coming out

Wukong The rolled his eyes and followed you to the bedroom A bedroom he always dreamed of mind you after he drank the Cherry juice you gave him he fell right to sleep but not before he heard

Monkey (Y/N) See you soon🧡

(Netflix Wukong) This dude Went out like a light. Yeah it was quite embarrassing but can you blame him. He thought he walked into the home of another only to meet up with a female monkey Bright red button eyes. And his Is constitution can't take that You decided it was the best decision to lay him out on the couch until he wakes up.

Monkey (Y/N) Honey? honey? Woo hoo honey? Are you feeling better now?

Wukong After a little While Manage to regain consciousness.

(Netflix Wukong) Lin??? You never guess what happened I just had the crazy dream. I dreamt that I went through a door and it led me to pretty female monkey with button........

Sun Wukong has look to see the same female monkey He had met earlier with bright red Button eyes.

(Netflix Wukong) Eyes............ So it wasn't a dream after all......... And i'm possibly insane.

You Couldn't help but burst out laughing at the cute monkey boy in the front of you. He is such a silly little Guy isn't he?

Monkey (Y/N) Hehe, Nope, not a dream, Did you want it to be a dream? Well, now that you're okay, you can get ready for dinner. I need you to Do me a favor I need you to prefer this package to buddha pretty please, then you can come back down for dinner. Thank you

Wukong's Jaw dropped When he heard what you were asking of him , then you would quickly send them off before he can ask any questions When he got outside, he looked up nervously. And it's right , and so what appeared to be A run down shack of some kind. When he knocked on the door he saw border in the middle tapping on a piano

Other Buddha: Welcome!!!! (Y/N) Told me you were stopping by she said that you have the package for me. Stay for a bit I was actually playing on my piano

(Netflix Wukong) Budda don't play on a piano

Other Buddha: Well of course I don't the piano plays me

Other Buddha: Make up an song about Sun wukong, He's a King, He's a Hero, He can do no Wrong, He's as noble as I in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶

Wukong is smug As all hell, when he heard that song Buddha would never sing Something like that to him but he's glad that his (Y/N)forced too. He said his goodbyes to buddha before returning to the house where he smelled Something incredible. He walked inside to see (Y/N) Made a whole table of peach flavored suites From putting to pie 🥧,Wukong Chill down with no problem at all.

Monkey (Y/N) Jeez Wukong you are really hungry huh🤭 Would you like anything to drink buddy

Netflix Wukong: Do you got a peach smoothie

Monkey (Y/N) Yes I do and i'm going to get some too

(Y/n) Pour the peach smoothie and put a cake In front of the monkey king The takes said welcome home

Monkey (Y/N) I was waiting a very long time for you. But now you are here and I am happy again

Wukong Blushed at the female monkeys words wondering what she meant. But he grew tired.

(Netflix Wukong) (Y/N) I really should be Getting to bed now

Monkey (Y/N) It's fine dear let's get you to bed

(Y/N) Then brought wu kong to a child like bedroom and got him ready to sleep , not before Giving him cherry juice saying that'll help him relax and ward off nightmares

Monkey (Y/N) I'll see you so and baby boy

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Whispers of the Heart Dracule Mihawk x Fm! Reader (Part 3)

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Chapter 3 lets GOOO!

Part 1 can be found: Here

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Part 4 my loves!~

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*Shadows of the Blade (Dracule Mihawk x Assassin reader)

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Backstory:

You've been Dracule Mihawk's personal maid and housekeeper for what feels like an eternity. Let's cut to the chase – you're a badass, sweetheart. Sexy, cool, and confident, with a reputation that precedes you. Been friends with the stoic man for eons by now.

Everyone knows you or knows of you, and it's not just because you keep Mihawk's castle running like a well-oiled machine.

So what happens when you develop feelings for your old friend and boss?

What does he do when he comes home to find you in his room without your panties?

ON WITH THE SHOW!!~

______Chapter 3: Echoes of Departure/The Call to Adventure_______

As the morning sun began to struggle to rise over the ocean, a thick fog settled over Kuraigana Castle, with a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. Mihawk's departure loomed on the horizon, leaving a palpable void in the hearts of those he left behind. You stood on the castle's balcony, gaze fixed on the shore line as you watched the ship preparing to set sail.

Standing alone on the balcony, your fingers ran over the flowers Mihawk had planted there. Your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, a turbulent sea of longing and uncertainty. You couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that settled in the pit of her stomach, knowing that Mihawk's absence would leave a void that no one else could fill. Perona and Zoro were lovely company! You just couldn't pinpoint when the old bird had worked his way into your heart but he built a nest there over the years.

You instinctively pulled her into the blanket you had brought with you, finding solace in the warmth of her embrace. Resting your chin atop her hairline, you welcomed the familiar comfort of her arms wrapping around your figure, enveloping you in a sense of security amidst the uncertainty. Breaking the silence, Perona spoke softly, her voice a soothing balm to your troubled thoughts.

"He'll be back before you know it," she offered, her voice soft with reassurance. "And in the meantime, we'll hold down the fort and keep things running smoothly."

You just nodded, grateful for Perona's unwavering support. "I know," you replied, forcing a smile. "It's just hard to keep this up after so many years." Perona glanced up, reassuringly her eyes filled with understanding. "I feel the same way," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "But we'll get through this together, just like we always do." With a heavy heart, you tore her gaze away from the ship and turned to face Perona. "Thank you, Perona," she said sincerely. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Perona smiled warmly, her pink hair catching the early dawn as she returned the gesture. "You don't have to do anything alone," she replied, her voice filled with conviction. "We lo-,"

“Ahem.”

There he stood, tall and imposing in his signature red jacket and black captain's hat, Yoru resting firmly against his shoulders. Beside him, Zoro stood, clad in the black jacket you had insisted he wear, a silent yet supportive presence. He caught your eye with a knowing look before composing himself.

Mihawk's gaze held a rare softness as he regarded you both, a subtle hint of concern flickering in his eyes. "I trust everything is in order," he remarked, his voice gruff yet tinged with a quiet warmth. You reached out to smooth out the lines of his shoulders and traced the hilt of Yoru. Mihawk stood patiently waiting for your approval until you dropped your hands.

You nodded, a sense of reassurance washing over you at the sight of Mihawk's familiar presence. "Yes, everything is under control," you assured him, your tone steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within you. "We'll manage just fine while you're away."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Mihawk turned to leave, his departure a silent reminder of the impending separation. But before he disappeared from view, he cast one last glance over his shoulder, his gaze cast towards his daughter like tenant before lingering on you with a quiet intensity that spoke volumes. Zoro stepped closer to give you and Perona a quick hug while looking away before following his master. You pulled him back for a moment to wrap your scarf around him before leaving a sparkly kiss on his cheek bone and whispering in his ear.

“Be safe and come back to me whole.”

Moss head grumbled like the tsundere he is before nodded at you with a firm look before disappearing out the glass doors. As you watched him depart, a bittersweet ache settled in your chest, a poignant reminder of the bond that tethered you to Mihawk and the uncertainty of his absence. Yet, amidst the turmoil, you found solace in the unwavering support of Perona and Zoro, a testament to the strength of the ties that bound you together, come what may.

Glancing down at Perona, you took her smaller hand in your own and held her cold fingers to your warm cheek. The two of you stood quietly, watching as the duo made their way to the shore. The sun barely broke over the ocean's horizon, casting long shadows and making them appear as two black specks in the distance. As they stood together on the balcony, watching them disappear into the distance, a sense of resolve settled over them, a silent vow to weather whatever storms lay ahead.

They turned towards the ship once more to find it had begun to set sail. Perona waved to her brother-friend and father figure as you held your breath. You could feel his stare and you raised your arm in the air to make a sweeping motion with your hand over your head. The fading figure repeated your farewell and air returned to your lungs.

And that was it. Mihawk never gave much notice when he was going to leave or when he would be coming back. It did so now, but only as a courtesy to you and Perona. Typically, you'd join him but the mixed up feelings in your tummy were only going to complicate that. So, the two of you stood in the early dawn watching as the boat disappeared over the horizon until there was nothing but open waters.

As the days passed, the absence of Mihawk lingered ironically like a shadow over Kuraigana Castle. You found yourself immersed in duties, channeling your energy into ensuring that the castle ran smoothly in his absence. But no matter how busy you kept herself, his absence was a constant presence in your mind.

Perona proved to be a steadfast companion during this time, her bubbly personality providing a welcome distraction from the lingering sense of emptiness. Together, you navigated the challenges of managing the castle, bond growing stronger with each passing day.

But as the days turned into weeks, you couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at her insides. You found herself longing for Mihawk's return, craving the comfort of his presence and the reassurance of his steady gaze.

One evening, as you stood on the balcony overlooking the castle grounds, lost in your thoughts, Perona approached her with a curious expression. "You seem troubled," she remarked, her voice soft with concern. "Is everything alright?"

You forced a smile, attempting to brush off her concerns. "I'm fine, Perona," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "Just missing Mihawk, I suppose."

Perona nodded understandingly, her eyes filled with sympathy. "I know how you feel about him," she admitted, her voice quiet. "I think it's okay, though. To feel that way about someone."

Your face flushed the same shade of pink as her locks before you offered her a shy smile. "Okay, Missy, you got me. You know my deep dark secret." You held your arms out to her and she gladly found herself in one of your cinnamon warm hugs. "It's not everyday you fall in love with an old friend, let alone one that's your boss."

Despite Perona's reassuring words, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. You knew that Mihawk's return was inevitable, but you couldn't help but wonder what would happen when he finally did come back.

Would things go back to normal, or would their relationship take on a new dynamic? And more importantly, would Mihawk ever understand and accept the depth of your feelings for him?

These thoughts were interrupted by the screech of your snail communicator. Startled, Perona beat you to the old thing a split second before you entered the room. Her face paled even more in color as she nodded before looking towards you and then back to the snail.

"Yes, I'll be sure to tell her. Okay, bye now."

"Well?"

The pink girl sighed before looking at you sadly. "That was Mihawk. He and Zoro have encountered trouble during their mission, and I am needed to assist them." Her eyes flashed with tears, "But I don't want to leave you either." You quickly crossed the room to draw her up into your arms again.

"Hey now, your master called for you so you must answer. I'm going to be okay, my love. Really, and I'll have dinner ready for you when you all get back." You slowly slumped to the floor with her in your arms as you felt her tears drop onto your collar bones. "This is tragic in a way that I can NOT tolerate!" She pulled herself from your arms to look you square in your eyes.

"You have to promise me that when we return you'll confess to him! I'm gonna go crazy if you guys keep acting like nothings going on!"

Taking in her soft, yet desperate features, you chuckled softly and wiped the tears from her pale cheeks. It always made you happy to see how full of life Perona was despite everything else around her.

"Okay, Perona. I promise I will tell Mihawk everything when he arrives home."

She looked at you with relief before slumping into the crook of your neck. "Finally, I was needing a mother anyway." That comment left you a little breathless which caused a fit of giggling to erupt from the young ward. "Yeah, yeah, the big bad sea lady has a crush on an old dusty hawk. Now let's get you some transportation before our master calls again."

Within the next two hours, you had packed Peronas bags and sent her on a trusted passage to Mihawk and Zoro's last location. You didn’t want to let her go yet but instead gave her two of your gold bracelets and had her give you the same promise you told Zoro. Your arms were still buzzing from the feeling of joy you got when Perona expressed her approval over you as a mother figure. But it also makes the now empty castle feel even colder than before now that you were alone again.

In your dimly lit chamber, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that engulfed her. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you grappled with the overwhelming sense of loneliness that threatened to consume you.

Isn't the human mind a wonderful thing?

Within that moment of vulnerability, you allowed herself to confront her deepest desires. You yearned for a sense of belonging, a family to call her own. The thought of being surrounded by loved ones, of sharing your life with those who truly cared for her, filled you with a sense of longing she had never known before.

With a heavy heart, you realized that you had spent so much time focusing on her duties and responsibilities that you had neglected your own happiness. You had built walls around your heart, believing that you didn't need anyone else to feel complete. But now, as you sat alone in the silence of your chamber, you couldn't deny the ache in your soul, the longing for connection and companionship.

It was the main reason you became a pirate, really. You didn't have a traditional family of your own but you could build one with your friends and comrades. You loved the letters your crew members would send you and the pictures of their own happy families. You loved waking up everyday and seeing Perona and Mihawk squawking at the table, especially when Zoro would join.

Determined to confront your loneliness head-on, you made a decision. You would no longer hide behind your walls of independence and self-reliance. Instead, you would open herself up to the possibility of love and companionship, embracing the vulnerability that came with it.

With newfound resolve, you wiped away your tears and rose from her seat. It was time to take control of her own destiny, to seek out the happiness and fulfillment she so desperately craved. And with that thought in mind, she set out to make a change, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead on her journey to find true happiness.

And then your transponder snail began to ring.

“Hello, who is this?”

“Ah, my love. It’s been too long!”

A soft groan escaped your lips before turning into a smile.

“Shanks, you old rat bastard. What are you up to?”

It had been a few months since you’d seen the red-haired boozer. Sometimes, he would visit the island when Mihawk was out, and you’d have a small friendship date on the secluded beach. It wasn’t a problem for you, as you were close when younger, and he always regarded you as a sister of sorts — protective and kind, yet trusting of your capabilities.

“Not much, lass, but word on the street is that the world government thinks you’ve kicked it.” You scoffed before rolling your eyes. “You know as well as I do that I’m just taking a break.”

The static on his end began to pick up before his voice came back in. “When are you going to come back from this break? We do miss you, y'know. Could always use a doctor on board or Pirate Queen.” You took in a deep breath and sighed. “I was actually thinking about that today.” The line went silent for a thoughtful moment before you could hear his voice again.

“[Name], what are you going to decide?”

As Shanks's words lingered in your mind, you found yourself grappling with the weight of his question. What were you going to decide? The idea of returning to the life of a pirate, with all its adventure and freedom, stirred something deep within you. You missed your old crew but knew they were happy with their families and didn’t want to leave them again. At the same time, you couldn't shake the sense of duty and responsibility that tied you to Kuraigana Island and its inhabitants.

The whole reason you left in the first place was because you didn’t want to continue these boring routines. You didn’t shy from the danger of your bounty but at the same time you weren’t going to risk innocent lives for the sake of adventure. And by doing so you now began a complicated relationship with one of your oldest friends and practically confessed your love for him to his daughter!

You didn’t want to be alone.

Pacing back and forth in your room, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on you like a heavy burden. On one hand, there was the allure of the open sea, the thrill of exploration, and the camaraderie of a pirate crew. On the other hand, there was the comfort and familiarity of the island, the sense of belonging, and the bonds you had forged with Mihawk, Perona, and Zoro.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to quiet the conflicting voices in your mind. Deep down, you knew that whatever decision you made, it would have far-reaching consequences. But in that moment, you also knew that you couldn't let fear hold you back from seizing the opportunity for a new adventure. With a determined resolve, you reached for your den den mushi and took a steadying breath before speaking.

"Shanks, I've made my decision."

"Go on, love. I'm listening," Shanks replied, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of your thoughts.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking, each word weighed with the gravity of your decision.

"I've decided... to take a chance. To embrace the unknown and embark on a new journey."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a soft chuckle from Shanks. "That's the spirit, [Name]. Adventure awaits, and if you need it I've got just the crew for you." Despite the uncertainty still swirling within you, a sense of excitement began to bubble up. The prospect of your brother friend offering a home with his crew filled you with a renewed sense of happiness.

"Thank you, Shanks. I won't let you down," you replied, determination firm in your voice.

“I know you won’t Give the old bird a big kiss for me, will ya?”

With a final farewell, you ended the call and turned to face the open sea beyond your window. The horizon stretched out before you, beckoning you with promises of adventure and discovery.

As you made your way out of your room and into the empty halls of Kuraigana Castle, you couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation wash over you. For the first time in a long while, you felt truly alive, ready to embrace whatever the future held.

With a smile on your face and a fire in your heart, you set out to make preparations for your journey, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them head-on, with courage and determination.

But first you’d need to pay a visit to a Flashy Blue Haired Freak!~

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Another request, whenever you can

The tour is over and Noah is heading back home. Reader picks him up at the airport and they are back in each other’s arms. Fluff and smut (if you’re comfortable) 😉

I am always down for a smut moment ;)

Thank you for requesting <3

Requests are always open!

Home At Last

I bounced my leg up and down, nerves and excitement getting the best of me as I sat in the airport chair. Noah was on his way home tour after a long 3 months apart. He went all over Europe, and now had a few weeks off before the American tour. I anxiously watched the flight schedule on the update board ahead of me, waiting for his flight number to pop up. Folio sent over all of their flight info before leaving so I could surprise Noah at the airport, unable to wait any longer to see him.

His flight number popped up as arriving and I shot out of my seat in excitement, butterflies erupting in my stomach. The first person I saw coming down the escalator was Jolly, a smile sliding onto his face once he locked eyes with me. I inconspicuously waved at him, Folio and Nicholas following behind with their waves and grins. I bit my bottom lip to stiffen my smile when I saw Noah's figure behind Nicholas, happiness spreading through my chest. Nicholas nudged Noah as they got to the bottom of the escalator, causing him to look up from his phone confused. His eyes landed on mine and he paused mid step, pushing the hood off of his head as his eyes widened.

He broke out into a wide grin and dropped his bag onto the ground, causing the guys to laugh as he took off running towards me. I giggled as I opened my arms to welcome his hug. He picked me up off the ground, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me and providing me with the comfort I was missing the past few months.

"Oh my gosh, I missed you so fucking much." He said into my hair, spinning us in a circle.

He leaned back so he could look at my face, eyes scanning my features as if committing them to memory before pressing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck as I kissed him back, butterflies exploding even more throughout my body.

The guys clapped around us, causing us to laugh into the kiss before breaking away as Noah set me back onto my feet. I pulled all of them into a group hug, reveling in the fact I have my best friends back with me.

"Don't worry, we all have somewhere else to stay tonight other than the house." Nicholas said into the hug, causing all of us to laugh.

"Good, I don't think any of you would want to be there." I said, sending Noah a wink.

He chewed on his lip and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder as the guys laughed at us. He grabbed his suitcase and started making his way out of the airport, me still thrown over his shoulder. I smacked his ass the entire way out of the doors, wiggling in his grasp and trying to get him to put me down but to no avail.

He finally set me down at the car, leaning down to place his lips on mine. He pulled back and smiled down at me, causing me to smile back. I jumped and smacked his chest when he smacked my ass as I walked to the driver side of my car, shaking my head at him when he winked at me.

The entire ride home he could not keep his hands to himself. He was either rubbing my neck, my thigh, or kissing the side of my neck. We were now two minutes away from his house and his fingers were trailing up my thigh, pulling out the band of my shorts and sliding his hand underneath them.

I cut my eyes at him before looking back at the road. "Do you want to make it back to the house so I can jump your bones, or distract me and cause us to crash?" I said humorously.

"You're a good girl, you can get us home safe." He said, sliding his fingers beneath my panties.

My breath hitched in my throat as his fingers slid between my folds, a pool of wetness already forming just from being around him. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, blowing it across my face and sending shivers down my spine.

"God, look at you. Already wet for me." He said deeply, leaning over to place a kiss on my neck.

My head dropped backwards on the headrest as his finger found my clit, letting out a moan as he circled it. "Noah." I said, trying to sound assertive but coming out breathy.

"Yes, baby?" He questioned against my neck.

"We're home." I said as I put the car in park, quickly turning in my seat to smash my lips onto his.

He moaned against my lips and removed his hand to unbuckle my seatbelt, pulling me closer to him. I opened my mouth to let his tongue into mine, fighting for dominance as we explored each other.

I pulled back breathless. "Inside." I choked out.

He quickly nodded and unbuckled his own seatbelt, climbing out of the car as I did and grabbing his luggage so we could hurriedly get inside. Before the front door was even closed he was smashing his lips back onto mine, tossing his luggage somewhere across the room and pushing me against the door as we closed it. He broke the kiss to drop to his knees, pulling my shorts and panties down. He threw one of my legs over his shoulder before attaching his mouth to my clit, causing me to gasp and throw my head against the door. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him tightly against me as he sucked on my clit as if his life depended on it. He brought his hands up to squeeze my ass, moaning against me and sending vibrations through my heat. He pulled a hand back to slide two fingers into me, curling against my g spot over and over. My leg I was standing on started shaking as pleasure shot through me and Noah pulled me closer to him, helping hold me up while my leg threatened to give out from under me.

"Fuck, Noah, I'm so close." I moaned out, picking my head up to look down at him.

The sight of him between my legs was enough to cause my orgasm to explode, squirting all on Noah's face. I screamed his name and threw my head backwards, effectively giving myself a future headache but not even caring. My legs shook as my orgasm rocked my body, Noah working me through my high with his mouth and fingers. Once my moans and body jerks calmed down, he pulled away to look up at me, nose down to his neck glistening with my arousal.

"Goddamn, baby, you soaked me." He said, sucking his fingers clean.

I breathily laughed and closed my eyes as my head rest against the door, trying to regain my breath. He pulled my leg off his shoulder before standing up to pick me up, bringing me to the living room and laying me down on the couch.

"You alright to keep going?" He asked, leaning over me and pushing my hair out of my face.

I nodded and pulled his face down to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. "Get in me." I mumbled against his lips.

He pulled back to strip out of his clothes and I sat up to remove my shirt and bra, falling backwards again as he climbed on top of me and pressing his lips back onto mine. He slid his length through my folds, causing my body to jerk from sensitivity. He slowly entered me, causing both of us to moan at the feeling.

"Missed you so fucking much, baby." He breathed out, pulling back to look at my face.

"I missed you so much." I said back, reaching up to caress his face.

"Wanna know how much I missed you?" He questioned, leaning down to kiss my neck.

I moaned, rolling my bottom lip into my mouth. "How much?"

He leaned back and pulled his hips back, almost pulling out completely before smacking his hips forward, filling me back up all at once. I screamed out his name at the feeling of him being all the way inside of me. He started quickly thrusting in and out of me, bringing a hand down to squeeze my throat. I looked up at him with my mouth open, biting my bottom lip as a smile slid onto my face at the feeling of his hand on my throat. He groaned as he looked down at me, eyes darkening even more so the brown was replaced with black.

"What a fucking brat." He said through gritted teeth, tightening the grip on my throat and speeding up his thrusts.

My moans got louder, pleasure causing my body to light up with fire.

"You're mine." He growled, snapping his hips one time harshly into me and holding them there.

I screamed, fingernails digging into his thighs.

"Say it." He said, leaning down to bite my neck and thrusting into me harshly again.

"Fuck!" I screamed out, tightening my legs around his waist. "I'm yours, fuck, I'm all yours baby." I moaned.

"That's what I thought." He said huskily, placing his lips on mine.

He pulled back and flipped me over on my stomach without pulling out of me, sending a whole new sensation through my body. I groaned into the couch as he smacked my ass, pulling out to push my legs together and straddle them. He slid back into me, my legs being pushed together causing him to hit my g spot and stimulate my clit at the same time. He stated thrusting into me again, causing my moans to get louder as pleasure took over my body. My orgasm began building in the pit of my stomach quickly, causing me to clench around him.

"Fuck, baby, I can tell you're close." He said, leaning down to kiss my back.

He snaked an arm around me so he could choke me, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder.

"Are you gonna cum for me again?" He questioned huskily in my ear, nipping on the lobe.

He kept thrusting into me, building my climax faster and faster. "God I'm gonna cum again, Noah."

"Come on, cum for me. You can do it again." He breathed down my back, tightening his grip on my neck.

My moans sped up as the pit in my stomach grew. "Fuck, Noah, fuck. Making me feel so good."

Two more thrusts and I was coming undone underneath him for the second time tonight.

"Thats such a good girl. My pretty girl, cumming on my dick." He growled against my neck, placing a kiss there as he let his grip go. "God, you're going to make me cum. Feel so fucking good squeezing around me."

"Cum for me, Noah. You deserve it, baby." I moaned out, lifting up on my elbows and turning my neck as far as I could to look at him.

He leaned around me and placed his lips on mine before leaning up on his knees and thrusting into me faster, each thrust sloppier than the last and signaling his impending orgasm.

"Fuck, angel, fuck." He growled.

A couple more thrusts and he was pulling out of me, shooting his cum across my back.

"You always feel so fucking good." He whimpered as his body twitched around me, pumping himself to ride out his high.

His hands landed on either side of my body as my head dropped down onto the couch, our chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. He pushed my hair off my back before placing a kiss on my shoulder, lips lingering in place for a few seconds before pulling back.

He leaned over to grab a few tissues off the coffee table and cleaned himself and me off before tossing them on the table. He pulled me up by my hips, helping me flip around so that he could lay on his back with me on top of him. I listened to his heartbeat as it slowed down while he caressed my hair and placed kisses on my head. I leaned my head up to look at him, pulling his face down to mine so I could kiss him.

Our lips lingered against each other's in a lazy kiss, our post orgasm highs slowly going away to be replaced with the bliss of being in each other's arms again.

"I missed you so much." I whispered against his lips, as if scared to break the comfortable silence that surrounded us.

"I missed you too, baby. So fucking much." He whispered back, placing a kiss on my forehead and pushing my hair behind my ear. "I love you." He said against my hair.

"I love you too, Noah."

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian one shot #bad omens

[moonbyunniee]

i love your work :) i love the way you describe things, and i just seem to be inspired to work even harder on my fanfics :D

is it possible if i could request a scaramouche headcanon? it can be any kind of topic, with any other characters in it. i just know you recently just uploaded a headcanon, so take your time IF you are going to work on the scaramouche thing

i hope you are doing well though hehe i hope the rest of your day and week goes well without any troubles :)) <3

no cuddles for you (but i'd be lost without them)

description ➵ when you take away their cuddling privileges because the two of you were in a fight

characters ➵ scaramouche, diluc, lisa, hu tao

cw ➵ fluff

a/n ➵ hi anon!! thank you for all the compliments 🤍 and i'm glad my works can inspire you to write better! ofc i can make some scaramouche headcanons for you! i hope you have an amazing week too :D don't forget guys my ask box is always open so feel free to send me a request - or basically whatever you want!! ily all! the idea for these headcanons are inspired by one of heizours's works!

scaramouche - 斯卡拉姆齐 ➵

scaramouche has a love-hate relationship with physical contact

if he's hurting someone, of course he loves it

but if anyone other than his beloved y/n is cuddling him, he'll freak out

although he acts like he hates your cuddles, he secretly longs for them every waking minute

he also always wants you to suggest a cuddle session because he doesn't want to seem like he needs them or anything

so when you take away his cuddling privileges completely after a fight between the two of you, he's quick to react sourly to it

"...h-huh? you're taking away my cuddling privileges...? hmph...it's not like i care. do whatever you want - it's your loss, not mine!"

he'll mope around the house

sulking 24/7

he'll glare at you when he thinks you're not looking at him

and he'll be fuming, basically

muttering incoherent threats under his breath and pretending to not care at the same time

and shooting furtive glances your way, waiting for any sign that you'll crack and let him cuddle you

eventually you do just that, and let scaramouche into your arms again

and he 'reluctantly' finds his way into the cuddle, leaning into you and muttering an apology

yeah that's all you're gonna get for that fight, one apology

i mean...who do you think he is?

but of course, he could not be gladder for the welcome return of his cuddling privileges

"i'm sorry, y/n. now, don't you dare take away those cuddling privileges from me ever again...you were clearly going crazy without them, hmm?"

diluc - 迪卢克 ➵

like scaramouche, diluc is not a complete fan of physical contact and intimacy

but he still loves your warm touch

when the two of you get into a fight, he acts all mature and uncaring about it

...which kinda makes you feel like the smaller person

he also acts like he doesn't need your hugs, and will be extremely good at hiding his true feelings

"oh, you're taking away my cuddling privileges? well, that's okay. it's not like i liked them anyway."

sadly, his uncaring approach to things like these will make you feel upset

because you think he doesn't need you in his life overall

diluc, not being good with emotions, won't really know how to deal with this although he will realise he's upset you

he'll need some time to think of what to do before acting on those thoughts

after some time, he'll come up behind you when you least expect it, wrapping his strong arms around you and resting his head in the crook between your shoulder and neck

and gently hold you, whispering his apologies into your ear, his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear

"i'm so so sorry, my precious y/n...i didn't mean to make you feel upset in any way, but i just...really like being close to you. i'm sorry."

lisa - 丽莎 ➵

lisa lives for physical affection and touch

the two of you barely ever get in fights

but this one time it got really bad, and you decided to take her cuddling privileges away from her

she immediately went into sulking mode

and was basically moping around a lot, trying her best to sweeten you up with tea and cakes and books

"come, y/n, why are you so harsh on me all of a sudden~? how about we read together? that always cheers you up - no..? oh, i see."

when you decline her offers she'll continue her life as normal

but will also keep making opportunities to accidentally on purpose bump into you, or wrap her arms around you in any way

she'll pretend to drop her books near you so you have to help her

or she'll pretend to twist her ankle so you have to carry her to safety

finally you'll give up because she'll be following you around all day and won't let you concentrate on what you need to do

and she'll happily cuddle you, your head resting on her lap as she reads a novel quietly and strokes your head lovingly

"see...it wasn't that hard, was it, y/n~? now, what would you like to read next? i took a day off from the favonius library to spend with you, dearie~...don't disappoint me now~..."

hu tao - 胡桃 ➵

hu tao always loves wrapping her arms around you, using her pyro vision to warm the both of you up a little

her hugs are always sudden and unexpected

she'll come up from behind you and cling onto you like her life depends on it

but now that the two of you are in a fight...well, let's just say it hasn't been going good for her

"yyyy/nnnnnn give me huggies now! please please please...i promise i won't fight with you anymore...please..."

taotao will 100% cling to you all day

and will make it very obvious that she wants your attention

kinda like a cat

she'll cling onto your arms and nuzzle her head on your shoulder, begging you to let her cuddle you

trust hu tao to make a business deal of sorts out of this whole thing

'one hug from you, infinite hugs from me...for free!'

it's a tempting offer, and she's just so adorable that you eventually give in

she immediately crawls into your lap and nuzzles her head against you

giving you a few kisses as she does so

"y/nnnn - no more taking away my cuddles, okay?! ugh...well, at least i have you to myself now! and...i'm sorry for fighting with you <3"

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #diluc #diluc fluff #lisa #lisa fluff #hu tao #hu tao fluff #scaramouche x reader #diluc x reader #lisa x reader #hu tao x reader #genshin x reader #૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ask #૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა writes

[jessybarnes]

Hi, lovelies! Welcome to my first writing challenge. First, I want to thank each and every one of you for following me, supporting my work, and cheering me on. I appreciate and love all of you. This is the first time I have ever hosted one of these, so bear with me and I hope you enjoy it! Anyone can participate as long as you're at least 18!

Since my blog is 18+, you must be 18 years or older to participate in this event!

Along with this being a writing challenge for you guys, I will also be taking requests for mood boards, little drabbles, and more!

The official due date for you guys to submit your entries is January 1st, 2024

Below the cut will be the rules, ask game information, and prompts list!

If you have any questions please don't hesitate to message me! Have fun my loves! <3

First of all, have fun with this. I wouldn't be here if y'all didn't support me, so I want to ensure you all have a great time! There isn't really a theme to this celebration, so no need to worry there. However, there are a few rules that I request you all to follow.

Please use the read more option.

Please be sure to list all of your warnings appropriately

Please make sure this is a new piece of writing that you're submitting.

Please send me an ask or a DM telling me which prompt or prompts you'd like to claim.

Please do not submit anything that has scat, watersports, pet play, necrophilia, bestiality, self-harm, DD/LG, or underaged characters

Tag me in your stories and use the hashtag #jessybarnesreaches500

The cut-off to submit entries is January 1st, 2024

Angst:

"You can't be bitter now, this was your decision." (1/2)

"Let me go." (1/2)

"I let you in. I let my guard down, and you made me feel like I'm no good." (0/2)

"I don't forgive you." (1/2)

"You know what? Everyone was right, you don't deserve me." (0/2)

"Don't you dare leave me! Not like this." (2/2)

"You're too late." (0/2)

"I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again." (1/2)

"How could you? After all that we've been through, how could you?" (0/2)

"I don't feel like I'm worthy of you. I don't deserve you." (0/2)

Fluff:

"You did all of this for me?" (1/2)

"I swear I fall in love with you more and more each day." (0/2)

"I haven't been this happy in so long." (0/2)

"I would be honored to be your first kiss." (2/2)

"Come here and snuggle with me." (1/2)

"Kiss me again." (2/2)

"Will you sing to me?" (0/2)

"Will you marry me?" (0/2)

"That dress looks incredible on you." (2/2)

"Stop! That tickles!" (0/2)

Smut:

"That's it, baby. Take it like a good girl." (1/2)

"Look at you. You're dripping wet and I've barely touched you." (0/2)

"You'll cum only when I tell you to. Got it?" (0/2)

"Make me." (0/2)

"Maybe I need to remind you who's in charge here." (0/2)

"Don't test me, sweetheart." (0/2)

"Did I say you could stop?" (0/2)

"You look so pretty on your knees with my cock buried in your throat." (0/2)

"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg for it." (0/2)

"You're so beautiful. All spread out like this just for me." (0/2)

Send me an emoji from the list below in my ask box! It can be anonymous or not. I love interacting with you lovely people! 🥰

✍️ - Send me this emoji, a character, and if you want fluff, smut, or angst and I'll write you a little blurb!

🎶 - Send me this emoji and a character and I'll tell you what song reminds me of them!

🤫 - Send me this emoji and ask me a "Never have I ever" question!

5️⃣ - Send me this emoji and a category and I'll tell you my top five!

🥰 - Send me this emoji and tell me who your favorite writer or writers are! Let's help spread positivity and love on here!

👀 - Send me this emoji and I'll reply with a little snippet from a WIP I'm working on!

💎 - Send me this emoji and tell me what fic of mine is your favorite and why, and I'll do the same for you!

💋 - Send me this emoji, a character, and a theme and I'll make you a mood board!

💍 - (Mutuals Only!) Send me this emoji and a little description about you (hair color, hobbies, how tall you are, etc) and I'll tell you which character I ship you with!

💌 - (Mutuals Only!) Send me this emoji and I'll write you a sweet little note!

Tagging some friends to hopefully get this seen as well as some participation 😅❤️ I'm sorry if I forgot to tag you. I'm excited and my brain is slow. Anyone can participate as long as you're 18!

@buckyalpine @fandoms-writings @pocolottie @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @superdcchick @animnerd @natashanonnie @writercole @winecatsandpizza @ejshellsiteofsins @tmpestuous @bucky-barnesrp @artistssteverogers @helium-queen @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @chrisdrysdale @lovebittenbyevans @lipstickandtanqueray @bluearchersstuff @madashatters18 @imyourbratzdoll @nickfowlerrr

#j snow writes #j snow talks #jessybarnesreaches500 #500 followers #writing challenge #follower celebration #writing challenges #follower celebration challenge

[miraclewoozi]

hi everyone ! <3

i very recently hit the milestone of 500 followers on this blog! first and foremost, i want to say a super huge massive great big THANK YOU to everyone who has followed me here, and also to anyone who has ever interacted with one of my fics! i want you to know that genuinely, every like, every reblog, every ask and every single piece of feedback warms my heart so much. couldn't do this shit without you guys. second and... secondmost? (don't look at me like that) i wanted to try to give back some of that love and play around a little (especially with writing for members i've never written before) by doing a little event. SO... until my birthday on the 14th MARCH, i'm going to be be taking prompt requests! (t's + c's under the cut, please read them! i will delete any asks that don't follow these simple guidelines.)

EVENT RUNTIME —

exactly four weeks, from today! any asks sent with requests after THURSDAY 14th MARCH will be deleted!

HOW TO —

to send a request, just send me an ask containing both the member you're requesting for and a prompt from one of the following lists! fluff | smut | angst

PLEASE NOTE —

regardless of whether your request is for smut, fluff or angst, MY BLOG IS STRICTLY FOR PEOPLE 18+ ONLY. please respect this. minors, do not interact with me: you will get blocked.

if you can, try not to be too specific with your requests: ideally, member + prompt only. however, if you picked a fluff prompt but wanted it to be a smut piece, that's okay! just let me know. otherwise, keep it minimal.

i'm going to try to keep these relatively short (ie. no more than about 2.5k words each). don't hold me to that though. if something tickles my fancy it'll no doubt be more.

please be patient with me. i'm new to this. i may not (probably definitely won't) write these in order of receiving them. i might take some time to get to yours. i am not ignoring your ask! i'll likely even end up writing some of these after the event has ended. please don't come into my inbox asking where yours is because i might cry. thanks. <3

everything for this event will be tagged mw500party! do with that what you will.

i am not taking regular requests at this time! hard hours are always welcome (please come and drop your most unhinged thoughts in my inbox, i'll love u forever) but if you send a request that is not linked to a prompt as per this event, it will just get deleted.

if (strong on the 'if', i am 90% expecting this to flop and therefore for this post to self destruct in like 3 working days) i get overwhelmed with the number of these that get sent in, i may choose to close this up early. that's at my discretion. i'll try not to! and i'll let you know if that seems likely to happen.

and... that's it? i think! again, i really can't overstate how much it means to have you guys all here and supporting me. thank you, from the bottom of my silly little heart. i hope you'll stick around for wherever my brainworms take me from here on out. peace.<3

#j talks. #psa. #mw500party! #i'm not kidding if this flops none of u saw this post and we won't mention it ever again. KISSES <3 #i will pull a rita ora on you all. don't think i won't. #(no i have been debating over doing this for several weeks now but if i don't post it tonight perhaps! i never will! so here we are!) #(and am i procrastinating writing high fidel despite the fact it is 218 in like three days? maybe. WE AREN'T GONNA TALK ABOUT IT) #(me to me: i can finish this fic by his birthday and also write a dk fic too. easy.) (turns out me? is a fucking liar) (who knew) #(PLS SEND SOMETHING OR I WILL COMBUST MWAH MWAH LOVE U BYE) #i beg that u ignore the banner. my fucken brain juice equals zero. #OK ACTUALLY BYE NOW. bye

[sage-writes-stuff]

incorrect quotes | E. Munson, R. Buckley, S. Harrington, Y/N

Requests: open! Feel free to send something in <3

Robin: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Eddie: Put spaghetti in it. Robin: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Steve: Put spaghetti in it. Robin: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Y/N: Put spaghetti in it. Robin: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Steve: Are you laughing at that video of Eddie and Y/N fighting? Robin: No. Robin: I'm laughing at the comments.

Y/N: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Robin: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Y/N: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING EDDIE WITH ME Steve, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Robin, teaching Y/N to drive: Okay, you're driving and Eddie and Steve walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Y/N: Oh, definitely Steve. I could never hurt Eddie. Robin, massaging their temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Y/N: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Eddie: You are my reward. *meanwhile* Steve: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Robin: True, you can be really difficult at times.

Y/N, Steve, and Eddie are sitting on a bench Robin: Why do you guys look so sad? Y/N: Sit down with us so we can tell you. *Robin sits down* Steve: The bench is freshly painted.

Steve: Why did you kidnap Y/N!?!?! Eddie: Ah- um- well- the reason for that is, uhh... Robin: Sometimes, we must work together towards a common goal. Steve: NOT TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!

Y/N: *Gently taps table* Eddie: *Taps back* Steve: What are they doing? Robin: Morse code. Y/N: *Aggressively taps table* Eddie: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Y/N, with Eddie and Robin behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Y/N: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Y/N: Steve FUCKING FELL OFF!

Y/N: Eddie, I'm sad. Eddie: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Steve: Robin, I'm sad. Robin, nodding: mood.

#eddie munson #x reader #<3 #stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson incorrect quotes #robin buckely #steve harrington incorrect quotes