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reminiscingtonight · 4 months

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baking distaste laughs w/alexia 👀

Baker’s Secret (Alexia Putellas x León!Reader)

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“This is ridiculous.”

Mapi only squints harder, holding both cookies up to the light as if she’ll be able to detect any flaws easier that way.

“Maria.”

“Shh! There must be some indication of what you did wrong to these cookies.”

You roll your eyes and huff. “Have you thought that maybe I didn’t fuck anything up?”

“You can barely cook a meal to save your life. You expect me to believe you baked a perfect cookie?”

The sound of the door opening and closing has you breathing out a sigh of relief. Alexia and Ingrid round the corner, bags in hands the only indication of where they were.

“Ale, can you tell my idiot sister that I’m a perfectly fine baker?”

Alexia and Ingrid exchange a look.

Ingrid hadn’t wanted to leave. After spending the night over in your guest room, her and Mapi came downstairs to find you and Alexia groaning about running out of coffee. The perfect solution, in your opinion, was to send her and Ingrid out to get some. Neither of them thought leaving you León sisters alone and unattended was a good idea, but you roped Mapi into sending them away, claiming you needed some more sister bonding time.

So they left with a huff, making you promise to behave.

They didn’t expect to come back to a mountain of cookies on the counter.

It doesn’t take Alexia or Ingrid long to find out what the problem is.

Mapi mutters something under her breath, pushing her cookie into your girlfriend’s hand. “If you’re so trusting, you eat it first.”

Before Alexia can do anything of the sort, you snatch the cookie out of her hand, all but throwing it back at Mapi. “That one’s yours. Here babe, this one’s made with extra love.” You reach for the plate, handing Alexia another cookie.

Alexia blushes but takes it without a fight.

“You guys are disgusting. Whatever. Taste test it, Ale. Then tell me I’m being dramatic.”

Alexia looks at the cookie in her hand. She shrugs, shoving the cookie into her mouth whole. You laugh while Mapi scrunches her face up in disgust.

“Yum,” she mumbles around her mouthful, already reaching for a second one before she even finishes the first.

You slap her hand away from the plate, grabbing a cookie yourself to hand to her.

“You’re being dramatic,” Alexia quips around the second cookie, munching away happily.

When Mapi reaches for a cookie you also slap her hand away.

“You already have some.” You place the cookies she discarded onto the table back into her hand.

Mapi looks down at them, eyes still full of suspicion. She glances up at Alexia, who looks like she’s having the time of her life. Sighing, Mapi raises the cookie to her mouth, taking a hesitant bite.

She only chews once before she’s spitting it out.

“What the-- yum?! This is-- this is--” Mapi sputters, instantly reaching for her water.

Ingrid frowns, reaching for the remaining part of Mapi’s cookie. You’re quick to intercept, gently grabbing the Norwegian’s wrist. Your sister’s girlfriend gives you a look but you ignore it, too busy finding a cookie to give her.

While Mapi’s still cursing you out, Ingrid slowly bites down on her cookie, chewing thoughtfully for a couple seconds. Mapi instantly stops, turning her attention to her girlfriend. She hovers, eyebrows pinched together as she awaits Ingrid’s reaction.

Ingrid swallows before giving her opinion. “Mapi, these are perfectly fine.”

Her mouth drops open in shock. “Perfectly fine?! I’m pretty sure I’ve just been poisoned.”

“Honestly, you’re being dramatic. (Y/N)’s a perfectly fine baker. If anything, these are better than the cookies from that bakery you like.”

The noise that comes out of Mapi’s mouth sounds more like a squawk than anything else.

While Mapi starts whining and Ingrid defends your honor, you spy Alexia inching towards the plate again.

“Don’t touch those,” you whisper-shout, swatting at Alexia’s hands when she picks up another cookie. She frowns, eyeing the cookie in her hand until it hits her. If it isn’t Mapi’s extreme reaction, it’s the way you’ve gatekeeped which cookies to hand out all morning. She sighs. “What did you do?”

“Nothing. Your cookies are normal. Made with sugar and a lot of love.”

Alexia rolls her eyes, knowing you better than to just stop there. “And Mapi’s?”

“I thought she could do without the sugar. It’s not good for her teeth after all.”

There’s a brief silence.

You smirk. “And salt. They’re made with a whole bunch of salt and love.”

“(Y/N)!”

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bratzforchris · 2 months

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Heeeyyyyy🎀

I have an idea👀

Matt x reader where she’s really scared of dogs and they go over to a mutual friends house and they have a dog (That reader somehow didn’t know about🤷🏽‍♀️😭) and Matt eases her into not being afraid anymore.

Puppy Love

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Summary: Above!!

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader (with surprise guests Jake and Johnnie :3)

Warnings: Fear of dogs, Jake being an oblivious little shit

Word Count: 872

A/N: Thank you for the request! Let me know if you guys would ever want more crossover type fics like this! Especially after this past weekend (if you know, you know) :)

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If there was one thing that you feared more than anything else, it was dogs. You knew it was irrational, but you’d had the fear since you were a small child, having been pushed over by a large dog at the park. For this reason, you and Matt had a little gray tabby kitten that you both considered your “child”.

That didn’t mean other people didn’t have dogs, though. You usually tried to nonchalantly ask about people’s pets, terrified of either a) being judged or b) being shocked by a large animal you were unaware of. Matt knew about your fear, and thus, usually made sure the friends you hung out with were dog free or the pets were out of the house before you went over.

Everyone was bound to make mistakes, though, and this was what happened on this particular day. You and Matt had agreed to go over to Jake and Johnnie’s house to film a teams video, in which you and your boyfriend would go against Jake and Johnnie in a gingerbread house building contest. You were quite excited for the day as Matt turned the car into the driveway of their LA house, humming along softly to a Dominic Fike song on the radio.

“I’m excited,” You giggled as you both exited the car, walking towards the front door. The excitement didn’t last long, however, because you soon heard a bark from inside the house that caused you to stop in your tracks. You dropped Matt’s hand, looking up at him as your face paled. “Do they…have a dog?”

Matt’s face dropped as he looked at you, worry creasing his eyes. “Shit, baby. I forgot. I’m so sorry, honey. Let me text Jake and ask him if he can maybe put him in the backyard.”

But before Matt could send the message, Jake opened the door, smiling widely. “Hey guys!”

Behind him, was a large, white and black pitbull. The dog didn’t move, opting to sit by Jake’s feet, but he continued to bark like there was no tomorrow. You practically clung to Matt’s side, fear coursing through your body. He didn’t look aggressive, but his bark sure sounded like it. Johnnie appeared seemingly out of nowhere next to Jake and the dog, surveying the situation.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Jake had been oblivious to your and Matt’s silence, but Johnnie was much more observant. He took one look at your fearful face and the way your nails were digging into Matt’s bicep while he gently rubbed your back. You looked up as Matt shifted, an anxious look on his face.

“Y/N isn’t…crazy about dogs.” he mumbled quietly, not wanting to embarrass you.

“Shredder’s chill, dude.” Jake chuckled, opening the door wider so you two could step in.

“The dog’s name is Shredder?”

If you weren’t anxious before, you definitely were now. The dog was huge and muscular, with a name that made him sound even more malicious. Even though he hadn’t moved, simply wagging his tail against the floor as Johnnie pet him, you were still frozen with fear. Matt gently rubbed your side, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, before holding his hand out for the dog to sniff.

“Hey, sweet boy.” Matt smiled, ever the animal lover.

The dog whined happily, straining against Johnnie’s hold on his spiked collar.

“He’s not aggressive,” Johnnie smiled at you kindly. “He doesn’t jump either. He mostly just likes to be pet.”

“Dude’s a lazy ass bitch.” Jake snorted as you and Matt finally stepped inside the house, closing the door behind you.

Johnnie rolled his eyes, but allowed Matt to continue petting the dog. “Says you.”

Matt ignored the boy’s banter, keeping a watchful eye on you. He didn’t want you to be scared, so he was hoping maybe him showing you how sweet the pup was would ease your fear. “Do you wanna pet him?” he asked you softly.

You nodded timidly, eyes wide with fear. “I’ll, um, try…I guess.” You whispered.

You softly put your hand out, allowing Shredder to sniff you and all your scents. To your surprise, he didn’t try to lunge for you the way he had Matt. He just butted his head against your hand, a happy grunt escaping his mouth as his tongue flopped out to the other side. You smiled, looking to Matt for confirmation.

Your boyfriend smiled, happy to see you conquering fears. “I think he likes you.”

Johnnie eased his hold on the dog’s collar, nodding to Jake as Shredder trotted over to your side. rather than be overly wild, the pup simply rubbed against your legs, panting happily. Matt smiled, holding your hand, just to make sure you weren’t any more anxious than you had to be.

“I love him.” You giggled after a moment.

Sure, you had been scared at first, but Matt never failed to calm your fears. You knew he would never allow you to get hurt and that he would always protect you, and for that, you were forever grateful.

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redstarwriting · 10 months

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his girl | iv. what can make me feel this way?

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader | miles morales x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: language, spoilers (!), probably bad spanish, mentions of stab wounds, mentions of death, Miles negatively talking about himself

a/n: ok so sorry about the wait on this chapter, i was really in a drawing mood and was hyperfixating on it and couldn’t do anything until i finished my hobie drawing and my new avi, but here she is, chapter 4. i hope y’all enjoy! it’s gonna get wild around chapter 7 so 👀 enjoy it while it’s calm(ish) lmao

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Miles really doesn’t know what he did to end up in this situation. Talking to you, but not his you, about why his you hates him now. He walks away from your side, walking over to the wall and making that his seat. He leans against it, and then pulls his other leg up, just chilling like a spider does. You make a ‘huh’ noise, and he swears he hears you whisper ‘So that’s why he calls himself Spider-Man.’

“Ah… well, to make it a long story short, I’m stupid,” he says, and you smile softly. “That tracks. Dumbest genius I’ve ever met,” you say, and he scoffs. “Good to know I’m like that in every universe.”

“Maybe not every universe, but in the ones that matter. I’m only into idiot geniuses,” you say, and he smiles a bit. “Yeah. Well. You’re not into this one, I can promise you that much,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “I probably am. What did you do this time, dummy?”

“I… wouldn’t stop comparing you to another girl…” he mumbles, and you scrunch your nose. “Ew, Miles, what the hell?” you say, and he sighs. “I know, I know. It’s stupid, I’m stupid, I know. I just…”

“Do you like her or something?” you ask, and Miles groans. “Yeah, I did. A lot, actually, but… it didn’t work out,” he mumbles, and you raise your eyebrow. “Okay… well when you say compare…” He sighs, putting his head in his hands. “Everything, man. I would compare everything. At the time I didn’t see anything wrong with it, but now…”

“Yeah. That’s not a good move, Miles. Especially because I can almost guarantee I like you,” you say, and he shakes his head. Even if his universes you did like him, he ruined that. The way you walked away from him is still burned in his mind. The small, defeated voice you would use when you would tell him to stop talking to you when he was trying. The way you stopped showing up to classes, and how he barely was seeing you at all. And when he did, he could tell something was seriously wrong, but you would ignore him every time. He missed you. He missed you even more now that you were in front of him, and it wasn’t you. “Yeah… well, not anymore you don’t.”

“Do… you like me? Like, you called me hot down there, thank you, by the way, but do you actually have a romantic attraction to me?” you ask, and Miles hesitates. He never really thought of you in that way, per se, but this last month has been hell. Actually awful. He can talk to Ganke about anything, and he does, but Ganke just… Ganke isn’t you. He thought it was just because he was missing his absolute best friend in the entire world, but honestly? It might have been deeper than that.

It is deeper than that.

“If you have to think about it for that long, I’m gonna take it as a yes,” you say, and he glances over at you. “Yeah… I guess so. I didn’t realize I liked you like that until–”

“Until just now?” you ask, and he nods. “You really are the most oblivious person in the world, Milesy,” you mumble, and he sighs. “Yeah, yeah…”

“Your mamá didn’t catch on?”

“I’m sure she did, but… she didn’t say anything,” he says, and you frown. “That’s weird… Ms. Morales notices everything and always tells you in this universe…” Miles shrugs. “Guess she’s a little different on my world then,” he says and looks down at the floor. Honeetsly, his mom probably does know. That’s why she would give him sympathetic smiles when he would talk about you, and always encourage him to try and talk to you after giving you some space. What he wouldn’t give to be with his mom right now. And his dad. Both of them. “Hey, (Y/n/n), I haven’t heard any of you mention my dad at all,” he says, looking over at you again. You frown. “Well, uh…”

“Is he… on this world is he…” he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence, but you understand. You nod. “He is… I’m so sorry, mi amor,” you mutter, and Miles’ heart flips for more than one reason. “I’m not your Miles,” he says, and you give him a small smile. “Yes, you are. The two of you are more alike than you think,” you say softly, and he lets out a little laugh. “Yeah? How?”

“Well, for one thee both of you would do anything to protect the ones you love and care about,” you say, motioning towards your broken body. “Anyone would do that,” he says, and you shake your head. “Not here, Miles. That’s rare in a place like this,” you say, and he frowns. “What is with this place anyways? Why is New York like… destroyed?” he asks, and you frown. “The Sinister Six Cartel took over everything after your dad passed. He was the last hope the city had to retaining any kind of normalcy. And the Cartel knew that… so, they targeted your mamá,” you say, causing Miles to snap his head in your direction, “Of course, Mr. Morales ran to help her. And he did, he saved her, but… he lost his life in the process” Miles’ eyes are wide as he hears you tell an abridged version of the story. “Was he the captain?”

“Yes, he was. It was the day he was sworn in, actually. He was the only officer in the city to have the cajones to stand up against the Cartel. So, they got him out of the way. And then the police force was corrupted, and everything went to shit,” you explain, and Miles stares ahead.

A canon event.

He was supposed to be Spider-Man on this world. And he’s still going through the events that all Spider-People go through. If the spider was supposed to bite this Miles, does that mean that before the spider, he was destined to become the Prowler? Would he still lose his dad even if he didn’t have these powers? Because this Miles did. You notice he’s gone quiet. “What’s that big brain of yours overthinking now?” you ask, and he looks at you. “I’m gonna need you to stop knowing everything about me, (Y/n),” he jokes, and you giggle. “Impossible.”

“It’s not important what I’m thinking about right now. How are you feeling?”

“It is important, but fine. Honestly, I’m not feeling great. But talking to you is definitely keeping my mind off of… things,” you say, glancing at thee knife sticking out of you before looking back at him. “Tell me more about myself. About how we’re alike,” Miles says, and you smile. “An excuse to talk about you? Say less.” Miles smiles, but it slightly wavers when he realizes that he could have had this. And if he just wasn’t a fucking idiot… he might have this. “You’re both strong. Stronger than anyone could imagine, and I’m not just talking about physical strength. You both can handle anything thrown at you emotionally… and yet somehow, you’re both idiots when it comes to your feelings. It took my Miles a near-death experience to confess to me. Said that while he was lying on the hospital bed the only thing that was keeping him on this world was me. That’s when he realized he loved me. Even after Ms. Morales told him that he did. I’m assuming you don’t listen to your mamá, either?” you tease, and Miles rolls his eyes. “I do! I do… for the most part.” He side-eyes you as you finish the sentence with him. “Always for the most part when it comes to listening to the women in your life,” you joke, and he rolls his eyes. “Alright, fine. I could listen to her a little more.”

“A little more? You’re a lost cause,” you tease, and he shakes his head. “How is she…? On this world, without my dad…?” Miles asks, and you give him a sad smile. “She manages. It’s hard. She works overtime at the hospital to provide for my Miles. And it’s still barely enough.”

“Wait, is it safe for her to work there? I mean with it being under this Cartel and all?”

“It’s fine. They think have some kind of moronic claim over her knowing that they killed your father. They use her as an example and look down on her, but they think that your dad was the outspoken one about them. If only they knew…” you mumble, shaking your head, and Miles laughs. “I can’t see her staying quiet about something like this unless she had to,” he admits, and you nod. “She doesn’t. Unless she has to. Which she has to a lot now to protect you,” you say, and Miles shakes his head. “They don’t know I’m the Prowler?”

“No. They don’t. I’m sure they have suspicions since you’re seen with your Tío all the time, but they don’t necessarily believe a 15-year-old would do the things you do. Besides, you mainly work with them instead of against them. Not by choice, if you had a choice you’d fight back,” you say, causing Miles to shake his head. “There’s always a choice. Especially when it comes to this. No one should tell you how to live your life or how it’s supposed to go,” he says, thinking back to the fight he just had with Miguel. Seems there are people here trying to tell other him how to live his life and telling him exactly how it should be, too. ‘Is everyone telling me how to live another one of your stupid canon events, Miguel?’ he thinks to himself. “I agree with you, but… he’s doing his best,” you say, and Miles nods. “Have I ever mentioned anything about fighting back?”

“To me, yes. All the time. But never to your Tío. He wouldn’t get it. Wouldn’t agree on it. So, he does what he can,” you say, “He just doesn’t need someone so close to him telling him his ideas and what he does is screwing everything up.” Miles nods. “I know that feeling,” he says. “That’s another similarity. You both are underestimated by everyone else,” you say.

Miles feels his chest tighten up. You’ve said that to him so many times in his world. After losing the science fair in 7th grade, after how he was feeling right after he first transferred to Visions, after he told you he was Spider-Man, and how he almost wasn’t good enough to be called Spider-Man by other Spider-People. So many times, you were there to reassure him he was enough, and that it was three other people underestimating him in the wrong. “How did I not notice this before?” he asks aloud, and you smile softly. “There’s another similarity. Heard you say that so many times,” you say, and he sighs. “I need to get home,” he mutters, and you nod. “I agree. You shouldn’t be stuck here like this. Especially if I’m waiting for you over there.”

“Not only that, but my dad is about to die in three days. And I have this really difficult villain I have to beat because he’s gonna try to take away everything I care about, and instead, I’m stuck here. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s nice talking to you, it always is, and I’m really happy I was here to help myself save you, but I need to be home. I can’t let my dad die knowing I could do something to stop it,” he says, and you nod. “I’ll convince him. Don’t worry, Miles can and will help you. But… how do you know your dad is about to die?”

“It’s… it’s a Spider-Man thing. Apparently. Dad’s gonna be captain in three days and… dad’s gonna die in three days,” he mutters, and you raise your eyebrow. “Sounds like Miles was supposed to be like you, then,” you say. You’re so smart. Took the words right out of Miles’ mouth. “I know. Could have prevented him a lot of pain,” he mumbles, and you shake your head. “Do not blame yourself for getting bitten by a spider, Miles, you couldn’t control that,” you say, and he shrugs. “Still. Took his whole life away from him.”

“And what would that have given you?”

Miles looks at you, and you cock your head to the side. “If you never got bit, what would that mean for you?” “Well… it would probably mean that you and I still talked. And that Uncle Aaron would still be alive,” he says, and your eyes widen. “Your Tío died?”

“Yeah. He died… protecting me,” he mutters, “of course, he did try to kill me until he knew it was me, and then Kingpin shot him. And killed him. In front of me.” You stare at him with wide eyes. “Miles, mi sol, I am so sorry,” you say, and he shakes his head. “It… it's not fine, but it is. It has to be. He was the Prowler, so… guess it was better for him to find out then instead of later on down the line after he would have tried to kill me even more times.” He frowns. This is really weird. This Miles still has Aaron, and he still has his dad… but Miles is about to lose his dad, so… does that mean this Miles is about to lose Aaron? He hopes not. This universe shit is confusing. “Always trying to find the positive, I see,” you mutter, “the two of you really are the same.”

“That guy tries to find the positive in situations?” Miles asks, in a little bit of disbelief. You laugh. “Sí, it’s why I call him mi sol,” you say. “And I take it you have a tendency to be negative like my (Y/n)?” he asks, and you huff. “I’m not negative–”

“I’m realistic,” Miles finishes your sentence with a smile. “Well, I am!” you exclaim, causing him to laugh. “I know, and I’m not just saying I know because you’ll get mad at me if I don’t,” he teases, and you throw the pillow your head is on at him. He catches it with ease, laughing. “Damn, pissed you off enough for you to try to assault me, huh?” he jokes, hopping off the wall and walking over to you. He gently lifts the top of your body up, placing the pillow underneath of your head. He helps you lay back down, and you place your hand over top of his. “I definitely like you, Miles. It’s hard not to.”

He smiles slightly. “Thanks, (Y/n/n),” he whispers. You pat his hand before he pulls away from you. “Do you think you’ll accept my apology?” he asks, and you nod. “I’d do anything if it was for you,” you say. Miles feels his heart skip a beat. He knows you feel the same way about him as this world’s (Y/n) does. Or he at least as to believe you do. For his sake. He just needs to get his head out of his ass and apologize before it’s too late. Hopefully, it isn’t too late, yet. “I’m… I’m so sorry,” he admits to you, and you give him a sincere grin. “Save your apologies for your (Y/n), Miles. And tell her you saved her life. Again,” you say, and he nods.

At that moment, other Miles comes through the window, his mask coming off as he walks over to you, completely ignoring Miles. “Rude,” he mutters under his breath, as Aaron follows Miles inside. But at the same time, he gets it. He’d do the same if you were hurt like this. “How do you feel, baby?” he asks, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Trying not to panic because there’s metal in my arm but other than that, okay, I guess,” you say, “Miles was keeping me distracted from it.”

42 Miles looks at him, giving him a nod. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem.”

“Oh, one more thing, Miles,” you say, and they both look at you. You smile at him, leaning up and placing a little kiss on his nose.

“You’re helping him get home.”

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the-faceless-bride · 7 months

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A grand escape...Attempt.

Summary: after being captured, you become a glorified Fleshlight. while the constant orgasms were... Nice...this still wasn't... What you wanted. You didn't want to be an object... So you decide you'd escape... But... It didn't work... And ended with more cocks for you to take care of...

<- Part 1

Pairing(s) DARK! Task force 141 x reader + a new friend 👀

Warnings: Smut, flashbacks, mind break, Readers name changed to Bandit, oral (Reader receiving) reader has fem anatomy but never given a said gender, age caps, MLM, more non-con/Dub-con, squirting, flashbacks, let me know if I missed anything my lovelies.

A/n: I use Google Translate for some parts. Let me know if anything is wrong!!

You cry out as your back arches once more, you huff as you try and focus. Johnny pulled away from your naked body, buckling his pants before kissing you on the forehead. "gotta go hen, stay here. Nice and pretty for Ghost ye?"

That was one of the few things you learned during your time here. All the men here had some type of connection to each other.

Johnny and Ghost were an item outside of their job and lived together...Loved each other.

You let yourself get lost in the fantasy. Your body is being cared and loved for by men who love you. Even if you know it isn't true. Ghost pushed his girth into your wet pussy as you gagged when Johnnys' cock hit the back of your throat. The sounds of their moans and praise for each other filled the room. They seemed so in love and wrapped up in each other that they barely paid you any attention.

"fuck I love you, Johnny." Ghost moaned and Johnny moaned "I love you too." they both pushed harder as they came close to their release. When you felt it. The warmth that filled your insides as well as your mouth.

But there was no praise for you. No care. This. This was now your job. Something for you to do, for them to enjoy. There was no love for you.

Price and Gaz had a relationship, but it wasn't the same as Johnny and Ghost. Yet it was still so intimate.

You had misbehaved. The idea of being nothing but a piece of cake had... Started to get to you... Being the romantic you are... But being the crybaby you are no words came... Just sobs and incoherent mumbling of wanting to be left alone and let go.

So your punishment was that you would be let go... But you had to watch.

Hands, legs, and feet bound. Gagged and forced to watch.

Price was so gentle with him. And Gaz looked so... Angelic. Strong body with such a sweet face, and strong but soft and enchanting eyes.

Price sang praise to the younger man, he knew just how to make Gaz tick.

And Gaz kept his eyes on you. 'look what you're missing.' they said, 'You could be enjoying this too,' 'if only you hadn't been bad.'

Your face was wet, you don't remember when you started crying. Again. But it was silent. You stared into Gaz's eyes, those sweet sweet eyes. There was no love for you...

And Alejandro... Now he was an interesting case... He's so passionate that you could trick yourself into believing there was love for you... If it wasn't for the fact you knew he hated you.

You and Alejandro rolled around in his sheets. Your moans seemed to drive him crazy. His sweet words and rough kisses made you feel so wanted.

But you couldn't keep your thoughts from wondering. You knew everything he said was just words... His words were sweet but his eyes said it all.

He hated what you stood for. Someone who killed for money. A paycheck. He was disgusted by you. You just had quick and easy pussy for his to enjoy. And that was it.

And even then his heart belongs to another. Another Man and seemingly a woman who had gone down the same path you did.

There was no love for you.

No love. Not for you.

You couldn't do this. You couldn't be alone like this. Physical was one thing but emotionally... You were starved. You had to get out of here.

You can't keep living like this.

You waited for Johnny to leave, for ten minutes. You waited Ten minutes before you left, in nothing but your underwear and an oversized shirt that belonged to Johnny.

And though you knew Ghost would be in that room soon and quickly notice you were gone, you were on a steady path out.

The Guys were very on edge lately. Having to work on a rough mission with some people they didn't particularly like. So you knew none of them would be paying attention to you.

And you almost did it. You almost made it. But almost in an ironic moment, almost replaying how you got here in the first place. You bumped right into a strong chest. Only it wasn't Ghost.

"Kleine Maus verloren?"

He also wore a mask, but he had piercing blue eyes and he was so... So tall... Strong... And intimidating...

"Poor little thing... You look scared..."

He walked closer to you. His body pressed against yours. His eyes roam over your body.

"Kleine Maus sucht Aufmerksamkeit~ aww."

You breathe awkwardly you didn't know what he was saying, but from the tone of his voice, it didn't sound mean... His hand reaches out and brushes hair from your face before cupping your head in his hands.

He now had you against the wall, his hands roamed over your cheeks.

He knew who you were. He wasn't deaf. He heard Johnny tell Ghost their "little bunny" was ready for him. But he was surprised to find you trying to run away. You weren't being taken care of properly... Poor little mouse...

Now he knows you aren't... His to punish... But there was no harm in playing with the little mouse. He is going to be partners with them for a while... Why not find something to... Bond over?

The bigger man slowly pushed you to the ground and after your slight spell was broken you started to struggle.

No. No, you didn't want to. You wanted to get away. You wanted to go home! You wanted to go home and find love!! You needed it!!

You started struggling harder, sending pitiful and almost laughably weak punches into his strong chest.

He pushed you to the ground, pulling your underwear down and stuffing it into his pockets.

With Johnny's cum still leaking out of you it was easy to stuff his large cock into your abused cunt. However, he still had to give a nice hard push to fully fit himself in.

" Was für eine gute kleine Maus~" the Large man moans, slowly pulling out before shoving his way back in. You cried out. "no! Not again!"

Man didn't hear you, and if he did he didn't care. He just kept shoving his big cock in and out of your pussy, the loud shlick sound and wet skin slapping was what he paid the most attention to.

His girth was perfect to hit that spot inside you that made that little string inside you pull tighter and tighter before it snapped.

A gush of liquid ran down your legs and the large man above you moaned.

What a perfect pretty mouse you are.

His cock twitched once. Twice. Then with a final thrust, he let himself relish in the feeling of his warm cum spilling out of you. Pulling away before letting his hands run against your ass, licking up your slit collecting his cum and yours in his mouth enjoying the taste and sound of your whimpers.

You moaned, reaching behind and grabbing hold of his masked head pulling him into your heat. You were ready to cum again, his tongue was so-

"KÖNIG!"

The man pulled away. His mask fell to cover his lower face, and he turned to the group of five men who looked at him before looking at the sight behind him, your slick heat displayed for them.

"Price! Hello. Sorry for the appearance. I found this little mouse trying to run away."

Price looks at König, "oh really?" König slowly made his way to the five men. "yes."- König leaned in his voice only loud enough for the five men to hear... "you should pay more attention to your pets. A little affection once in a while." before smugly walking away.

You would be punished. König knew that. And that's what he counted on. That one. small. sweet. Moment. Was all he needed to do. To know. One's your punishment was over. You'd come to him.

Looking for a little love.

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crimsonbubble · 8 months

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hi! clandestineloki here! clandestineloki is my side blog so i can't send asks from there lol 💀

not a request but i just want you to imagine if barracks bunny reader got treated a little too harshly one day by like ghost or someone and is walking 'round with her head down :(( not that she didnt like it but the guys got called somewhere and had to leave her so now she's gloomy cus she didn't get her aftercare cuddles :((

and she bumps into konig, mumbling a tiny sorry as she aimlessly walks past him. he grabs her arm, places a finger under her chin, lifting her head up and sees her eyes r glassy with tears :((

and he tsks in disappointment, not at you but at whoever left you this sad, lifting you up into his arms in a princess carry and taking you to his room, kissing u everywhere and pampering u like he's secretly always wanted to :(( calls you sweet pet names in german and treats you sweetly, mumbling that those other bastards dont know how to treat a princess like you right, mm? dont worry, I'll give you everything and i promise not to hurt you, okay?

cw. fluff, very vague angst, gn!reader, praise *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[don't like konig that much but yknow 👀👀] finished this a lot quicker than I thought I would- also bc let me know if the translation is wrong 🙏🙏

being brushed aside most times bc their jobs get in the way :((

they don't like leaving you but they have little to no choice

going around the base in a hushed silence just waiting for them to come back

just for them to say "they're tired" and "maybe another time."

imagine some of the kortac members are working with 141 so konig is on base and doing whatever it is he does as a colonel

being brushed off again and silently leaving with tears glittering in your eyes

running into konig in the hall, and keeping your head down so he doesn't see the tears

konig pulling you back and lifting your head up

seeing how glassy-eyed you are and how your lips are trembling makes him sad :((

wipes your tears away with his gloved hands and doesn't say anything as he simply carries you to his makeshift room

wraps blankets around you and gives you some snacks that he keeps in that room

istfg I just know that he'd just always have snacks and little sweets with him

anyways

konig just sitting against the headboard, pulling your blanket burritoed self into his lap

just holding you close and nuzzling his face into your neck as you munch on your snacks

lifting his veil up enough to press light kisses to your neck and shoulder and being a big softie

bc who dares to make you feel so lonely and not cared for >:((

"Kein Grund, traurig zu sein. Ich werde hier sein, wenn du mich brauchst. Das verspreche ich." [No reason to be sad. I will be here if you need me. I promise.]

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lowgothree · 2 months

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003. ༺RED HANDED༻∘

a/n: i hate this chapter tbh but i'm excited for the next one 👀

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: reader is down bad. paige in a situationship. kinda angsty. this chapter is from paige is pov but it's not in first person if that makes sense 😭😭

previous. next. masterlist.

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it’s not weird being this attracted to someone in such close proximity to you. is what paige thinks every time she sees you. after your little late night interrogation a week ago, paige has started to see you differently. it’s an almost out of body experience for her considering she’s never allowed herself to stray too far away from olivia. normally, when she starts to develop these minor feelings for another person she’d just distance herself from them…but that’s kind of hard to do when you live with them.

“i swear you’re never paying attention to anything ever…” azzi chuckles in paige’s direction, shaking her head at the confused look paige gives her. paige is sitting on her gaming chair but it’s faced away from her entertainment system, towards the bed where azzi is laying.

“my fault.” paige clears her throat and shakes her head as if she’s trying to shake away her thoughts. thoughts of you. “what were you saying?”

azzi just stares at paige for a few moments before saying. “is it olivia…again?”

she rolls her eyes and grumbles. “the world does not revolve around olivia.” she says it slowly. like if the words left her mouth with enough conviction, even she could believe them. it doesn’t work.

azzi laughs again. “okay, sure, but your world kinda does…i mean, if she asks you to jump you’ll say how high.”

okay, maybe that’s true… it's definitely true. but even then, it wasn’t like paige relies on olivia.

“sometimes it kinda feels like you rely on her.” azzi continues making paige sigh to herself.

about a year ago, paige met olivia at the library. she was the first and only girl she had been with after she realized she also liked girls. at the beginning, all they really did was talk. about anything. everything. paige told her all the things she’d never told anyone before: her insecurities, dreams, feelings about the little things…and olivia always listened. with rapt attention. paige appreciated how it never felt like she judged her for any of the shit she told her, she just listened and understood and that felt like magic. she had been chasing that feeling for months now but to no avail. maybe that’s why she stays. a foolish part of her feeling like eventually she could get that feeling back.

“you’re annoying…” she mumbles and azzi chucks a pillow at her.

“i’m not wrong though…”

paige opens her mouth to reply but pauses when she gets a call. olivia.

azzi snickers again, shrugging as if to say ‘point proven’ when paige immediately picks up the phone. she gives her friend a pointed look as if to say ‘shhh’. putting the phone to her ear, she mumbles hello softly but guarded –– preparing for either apologies aplenty or immediate hostility considering that they haven’t spoken since their argument last week which caused olivia to stomp out of the apartment.

“why haven’t you called me?” olivia mutters dryly on the other line, paige shuts her eyes and sighs. immediate hostility it is.

“i just thought you wanted space…”

“what? so you can spend extra time with your little ‘roommate’? no way.”

paige practically flinches at the mention of you. unsure of why the very thought of you gives her goosebumps. it felt like time stopped. as if paige had a moment to process not only olivia’s words but her reaction to them. she clears her throat before continuing.

“oh my god, how many times do i have to tell you it’s not like that, liv!” paige begins to get frustrated at the girl on the other line. feeling herself get defensive as soon as she hears how upset olivia is. azzi puts her airpods in as she tries to ignore the impending argument.

“then what is it like?!”

“she’s my roommate.” paige stresses over the phone, groaning as she speaks. ever since olivia found out you liked women, she’s been overly jealous at the amount of time paige spends in your presence. “that’s all.”

“liar.” olivia scoffs, the simple word is spoken gently but it’s duplicitous. the tenderness of it only meant to mask the true emotion behind it in hopes of getting a genuine answer. only meant to hide the anger.

“what — “

“you’re attracted to her.”

that brings paige pause. she didn’t expect olivia to notice. that got her wondering if it was obvious. was olivia just being jealous per usual or did she actually know. could everyone tell? could you?

“oh? nothing to say now?” olivia spits out, venom laced words mumbled bitterly through the phone and bleeding out of the speaker into paige's ear. it’s whiplash. she gives paige fucking whiplash. going from yelling to gentleness to calm to anger.

“liv…” she sighs. “you’re being crazy again.”

wrong thing to say…

“crazy?!” she shouts again making paige roll her eyes.

then it stops. all the shouting and the malice. it melts down until all that remains is a monotone voice which scared paige far more than any of the yelling or mood swings ever did. “so you’re denying that you’re attracted to her?”

paige swallows, not wanting to hesitate but not sure of exactly how to respond. the obvious answer was to lie and say no ––– claim that olivia, who didn’t even want to date paige, was the only one she wanted. but then she let her thoughts slip to images of her telling the truth. saying yes. ending things with olivia. it almost felt too freeing. like discovering uncovered territory, new and open and terrifying. would it make her happier? that question brought paige pause too and that’s what scared her the most. the what if. so no matter how good it might feel to admit the truth…she goes with the safe choice.

“of course i’m not.” it’s a blatant lie. purely for survival.

then came the scariest sound paige hears. far worse than the screaming or the monotone: silence. olivia’s silence means…

“you know what? i’m done.”

“baby, what?” paige rushes out, eyes widening as her heart starts to beat frantically.

“we’re done.”

#rock the boat!#paige bueckers x reader

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elliespet · 5 months

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if you’re up for it, could you maybe write somethin ab camping with Ellie?? I just know she’d love to stargaze with you and point out planets and tell you her nerdy facts ab them. dtf her in a tent too tbh👀

pairing: modern farm!ellie x gf!reader

summary: on your anniversary, ellie sets up a special date. how sweet of her! no way she’ll act like a feral dog out here right.. right?

warnings: smut 18+, cursing, LIGHTLY based on my own girlfriend’s mannerisms! not proof read :•]

a/n: heyyy.. hey. its been so long sorry love you guys heres something to feed you while i answer some other requests :•) slight self inserting my personality!! other than that, enjoy!

Today was your 2nd anniversary and ellie had something planned.

She spent the past week preparing everything for this day to be absolutely perfect for you. She got all your favorite snacks, books, prepared a lineup of your favorite movies on her laptop. Ellie was excited and hoped you’d feel the same, if not more. This day was your day — well, yours and ellie’s, but especially yours. She did everything in her power to cater to you today and if anything goes wrong you might end up with a crying girlfriend.

“Babe..” Ellie whispered as loud and quiet as possible. She wanted to wake you but not startle you too much. “Baby,” She called out again, setting down whatever it was she had in her hands before climbing onto your shared bed, rubbing your back softly. “C’mon. Time to get up.” Ellie leaned in and placed the smallest butterfly kisses on your face as you slowly became aware of your surroundings. You smiled — almost impossible to see considering it was so small. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, blinking a few times before finally making contact with the girl next to you. “Morning pretty girl.” She slid off the bed with ease, grabbing the item she had set down previously.

“You hungry?” Her voice was as sweet as honey and as soft as the freshness of a new blanket. The words slid out of her throat with a slight rasp, indicating she had woken up herself not too long ago. With a slight nod, you sit up properly, fixating into a comfortable position. Ellie placed the tray on your lap filled with food of all kinds. She had fruits, both pancakes and waffles, dependent on your mood, eggs and amongst other things your favorite strawberry smoothie. She made it just for you, just how you like it. “Thank you.” Chapped lips from the long slumber making contact with her reddened freckled cheek, you placed a light kiss on the skin. “You ate too, right?” Your voice cracked a little as you spoke, this being the most you’ve spoken all morning. “I’ll eat whatever is left, you first.” Fully aware she made enough for the both of you, you’re her angel and she wanted you happy and healthy before herself. “I’ll be back, eat well.”

Presumably to go clean the kitchen, you nodded once more at her and watched as her stature grew smaller the farther she got, descending down the stairs. You ate, just enough to fill you up until lunch, making a nice plate for ellie to eat too when returned. It was almost as if she was summoned just by the creation, she came back up the steps and settled down next to you. “How was it?” Ellie questioned and carefully took the tray from you, placing it elsewhere before eating whatever you had made for her on the plate. “It was really good!” After eating, naturally you felt ten times more energized and awake, your reply sounding just as alive as your body felt. “I’m happy,” She mumbled, her mouth filled, making one cheek bigger than the other. “Don’t eat with your mouth full, ellie.”

She mumbled a quick sorry before finishing her chewing and swallowing, allowing her to talk freely. “You should go get ready, big day ahead. Big plans. Lot’s of stuff to do!” Ellie patted your exposed thigh, taking another bite. You obliged and got up from the bed, heading to the bathroom. “When do these big plans start?” Loud enough for her to hear, you ask from the bathroom while releasing your hair from its protection. “Around 12, maybe? It’s only 10:33 right now!” She shouts back. “Okay!” And you shout back, stripping off your clothes and hopping into the shower. Ellie joins you not too much later, helping you wash your hair and back as you did hers.

The rest of the morning was spent getting ready and packing to go on the adventure Ellie had planned. She appeared more happy than usual. Perhaps it was due to the anniversary or maybe she was just highly anticipating your reaction to her gift, I guess you could say. It really was more like a date, of course she got you something but it was mainly a date. At least thats what ellie thought. She led you out the house, making sure to lock everything up before opening the gate for you and leading you into the woods. It was a tad bit creepy considering you tended to stay put on the farm and when you did go out, it was never that way. Often by car in the opposite direction.

“We’re not going too far out, don’t worry.” Ellie noticed how tense you were entering the unfamiliar territory. “You’re not planning on killing me, are you?” Teasing the taller woman, you squeeze her hand softly and relax slightly, looking around at the small flowers blooming from the ground. “Course not.” She replies, coming to a full stop to hand you the basket she had packed earlier. Placing her large hands over your eyes, she positions herself to help you walk. “Only a little further..” Ellie informs you, guiding you carefully. The sounds of crunching leaves finally start to dissipate. Your senses are heightened enough for you to be aware of your surroundings, focusing on the almost inaudible sound of wind and a softened muffled sound of what you assume to be grass. Finally the warmth of her palms lift and your eyes adjust to the beaming sun. A soft gasp passes your lips as you take in the serene view.

Ellie had set up a place on the edge of the woods, trees still nearby yet not nearly as surrounded. A tent, not too big and not too small. It surely has more than enough room for the both of you. You set the basket down in one swift move before turning on your heel and almost tackling her to the ground. Placing what felt like thousands of kisses on her face and thanking her multiple times, you pulled back again to look around. Along with the tent she had prepared another area for you two to do art, pre-drawn sketches already made for you. She had brought her most expensive art equipment that she keeps locked away in a safe place. A new guitar, polished and carved so prettily sat perfectly next to the tent. Sometimes if you have a hard time sleeping, ellie would play something that would lull you into, probably, the best sleep you’ve ever had. Of course in the basket she had brought snacks of all sorts. There was candy, fruit, chips. Inside the fort contained a soft bedding and some pillows, obviously. Between all the pillows and soft linen adorned a new plush. Maybe the cutest one you’ve ever seen, resembling your favorite animal. Lastly, her laptop, clearly meant for a movie before bed.

“Do you like it?” Her voice came out a bit worrisome. Ellie would’ve probably lost her mind if it turned out you hated it. She worked so hard and even took a day off work to make sure everything was flawless. “Like it? Do I like it?” You stare at her with eyes so wide they seemed as if they’d fall out of your head. “I love it, ellie. Seriously.” Your soft hands on her cheeks caused all the fear she had to dissolve and she could only smile at you in return. “So.. what do you wanna do first?” Ellie finally spoke, breaking from the silence between the two of you. “Maybe.. we should paint first.” You decide to do this first, considering it’s one of the longer activities and you wanted to get it out of the way. The two of you settled down at the stations your girlfriend created and started. Ellie had drawn the cutest animal for you. As usual, it was your favorite. Hers was as expected — you. Once ellie talked you through using her good paints properly and how to keep the brushes from bending out of shape, you started. After about an hour and a half, you finished, showing off your painting proudly. Ellie wasn’t half done but maybe that’s due to the fact she is the more artistic in the relationship.

The rest of the night you did whatever else it was she had planned. As the sun began to set, you could already feel yourself growing tired. “Let’s go for a walk, before it gets too dark.” Ellie suggested, wanting to take you out more to properly see the field in all its glory and the clear sky. She took you out far enough and you talked along the way about how work was going for her, the small renovations you’ve made to the farm. It seems she prepared a spot for this too as a blanket laid in a mostly clear spot, in an attempt to avoid crushing a large amount of flowers in the area. The once colorful sky faded into a gorgeous shade of dark blue, decorated with the radiant gazes of the stars. The moon was just as lively, allowing the light to illuminate your faces as much as possible. There wasn’t much conversation left in either of you as you were being held so safely in her arms. You thought this has to be the best thing she’s ever done for you. Who can really say when this is only your 2nd anniversary?

The warm breeze settled into one that gave you goosebumps as it danced along your skin. “It’s cold els.. can we go back now?” Without a word, she helped you up and led you back to the tent. Of course being the amazing girlfriend she is, ellie already picked out the matching pajamas she wanted you to wear. The blanket you were previously laying on was draped over you in an attempt to keep you as warm as she could while still being able to change for bed. You did the same for her before you both entered the tent to rest for the night. As planned, she had put on your favorite movie to watch until you fell asleep. And you did just that. Your day was perfect and you were prepared to have the best sleep of your life. As quickly as you had fallen asleep, you woke up.

Blinking a few times to clear your blurry eyesight, you sat up on your elbows to look around. Surprisingly, ellie wasn’t next to you. The minute you notice, she had already been climbing into the tent again. “Morning babe. Went to clean up while you slept.” Your question had been answered before you even asked it. “Thank you for yesterday,” Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat to continue on. “I had a lot of fun!” Adding an emphasis on the sentence to show your sincerity, she smiled and pushed some of the pillows out of her way. “I’m glad. That’s not all, though.” A mischievous look was plastered on her face and within seconds you were straddling her lap.

Ellie has always been the touchy type, yet it was still so early in the morning. Sure, it caught you by surprise. You reciprocated, wrapping your arms around her neck. You softly dragged your nails up the back of her neck with your right hand, making her shiver against you. Your fingers tangled into her hair while you stared right back at her. Ellie already knew what she wanted the day before. She had prioritized your happiness and anniversary over fucking your brains out, obviously. I guess you could say this was apart of your anniversary gift. You could easily do it on any day, but since you’ve successfully passed another milestone in your relationship, it was different. Her main goal is always to please you. Ellie wanted to do it differently this time. She wanted to experience you in another environment. Somewhere calm and pretty, just like you.

Although she had planned everything else before this, she truly had no idea how to go about this. Of course, initiating it is one thing. She had already done that, but what now? She didn’t want to do the normal make-out, get naked, fuck, sleep. It wasn’t always like that.. more often than not, though. Work makes things a tad bit harder for her and shes so grateful she’d been given the days off. “You’re so pretty.” Her voice came out so softly and made you smash your lips onto hers. You have always been in love with ellie’s voice and being on her lap only added fuel to the fire. The kiss was messy — desperately grabbing at one another as if you would slip away. One thing led to another and thats how you got into this position.

Ellie’s head was buried between your thighs and you were tugging on her hair for dear life. Her tongue was flat against you, fitting between your folds like a puzzle piece. Your girlfriend had been teasing you for what felt like eternity. Her fingers danced around your hole so many times, never slipping in. In reality, it’s only been five minutes. You already felt like you could cry. “Please-“ your voice was small. Whining out to her, she mumbled against you. “Please what, baby?” Her words were clear despite the fact she hadn’t moved from your clit one inch. She was so focused, her tongue moving almost too easily against the bundle of nerves. You weren’t going to give in just yet. You wanted more. You needed more. Ellie knew that, she was just having fun. “Hmm?” She hummed against you making your body jerk slightly as she anticipated your answer.

“Use your fingers, please..” You’ve been begging her since she started. Upon getting the reply she wanted, her fingers slid into you with ease. Before this all you could bear to say was ‘please’ or ‘your fingers’. Clearly that wasn’t enough for her. She needed the whole thing. Your voice was a drug to her, it’s not like she wanted you to have to beg her to touch you, it just happened! If you ask Ellie about it now, she’ll swear up and down it wasn’t intentional. Though it took you thousands of tries to get that sweet voice of yours unstuck from your throat, you were relieved she finally gave in. Of course, as gentle as always, her fingers slid across your thighs painfully slow. You could cry out if you had it in you. Truthfully, you didn’t. It was still early in the morning. Your brain already felt foggy. You laid there, just how she had you.

Your right arm was swung over your eyes in an attempt to stay calm. Your free hand was tangled in her hair, tugging on it every time she’d suck on your clit. Ellie carefully slipped her middle finger into you, acting as if she’d injure you if she wasn’t cautious. As soon as you felt her finger press up against you, you unfolded against her almost immediately. If you weren’t relaxed before, you definitely were now. Her tongue moved too skillfully for you to even comprehend and you were trying your absolute best to keep everything inside of you. Ellie knew and she stopped. Everything she was doing halted and her head lifted ever so slightly. “C’mon.. you’re louder than this..” She hummed out. Ellie could read you like a book and frankly she’s done this enough to know when you’re holding back. You only nodded in response, too overwhelmed to open your mouth to reply.

She seemed satisfied with this, pushing her head right back in between your thighs. She added her ring finger, curling them just where you needed it. You cried out, tangling your hands in her hair and tugging on it so hard you could’ve literally scalped her. She wasn’t phased, though. In fact, she chuckled against you, only speeding up. Her fingers slipped in and out of you effortlessly. The tip of her tongue flicked your bud at an inhumane pace, forcing an arch in your back and your thighs to squeeze around her head. If this was your girlfriend’s cause of death, she’d die happy. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you. It all felt too fast, one minute you’re cuddling and the next you’re a mess under her. Your voice came out in a whine, choking on your own breath. “Ellie-“ She ignored your warning, not easing up from you one bit. Your mind was already fuzzy and your whole body jolted, growing sensitive at every tiny movement. Eyes hitting the back of your head and the most gorgeous moans that seemed to be bouncing off the fabric right back to her, Ellie was literally in heaven just listening to you. You didn’t even have to touch her for her to want to ruin her brand new jeans. Your lower stomach tightened again and you were still speechless, letting her praise wash over you.

She’d breathe out “You’re so pretty,” or “you taste so good,” every now and then, smiling to herself at every little whimper you let out. “You’re almost there baby,” her voice came out almost too soft for you to hear and it pushed you just a little closer to that feeling you’ve been aching for. Her lips wrapped around your clit and she sucked harshly, only drawing you closer. Those moans made her drag your orgasm out as far as she could, just to hear you a little while longer. Ellie took her time and decided she had played with you enough, you deserved to come. She pumped her fingers inside of you a few more times, curling them perfectly against your walls and finally you let go. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ You blurted out, repeating it as many times as your throat would allow you. Ellie was already cleaning you up with her tongue. You were sensitive as it is and this only enhanced it. The way she dragged her tongue across you slowly was excruciating. How she pulled her fingers out, feeling the warmth inside you disappear the more she removed them. “Did so good for me babe.” Ellie leaves a few small kisses on your thighs before sitting up, keeping eye contact while licking her fingers. She wouldn’t dare waste any of you.

This wasn’t ever about her pleasure, just yours. You were her whole world and everything revolved around you. Ellie let you compose yourself before she finished cleaning everything else. She passed you water, knowing you’d need it wayyyyy before. She was so caring towards you, which was the bare minimum, but most people don’t give a fuck as much as she does and you knew that. You were grateful. Once collected, you helped her clean and reorganize everything. It took no longer than 10 minutes and you both had gotten ready to go back, leaving everything at the spot to clean later. This might’ve just been your favorite anniversary to date. Who knows what the future holds?

a/n: sorry guys this was kinda blegh poopy butt. i’ve been writing it for days likee my writers block is so bad for no reason! ive got to get a grip.. anywaysss i hope u enjoy i’ll be filling other requests shortly (i hope) love u guys baiiii 🧺🐰

#tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams tlou

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bonny-kookoo · 5 months

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Hi Ms Bonny

So I remembered you said no one sends asks for the ilysib couple anymore, and I just had this idea last night but didn't have the energy to pick up my phone again💀

Okay so, basically kookie shaves his head right, maybe for the weather or his hair was damaged or I don't know really I'll need your creative mind for that part👀 and he becomes a little self conscious and oc comforts him by saying he's still😋 and he doesn't believe her. So she takes him out on a date and like before, everyone is looking at him and basically building his confidence back up.

PS I really hope you get this ask because I've sent some for this couple before and it was never answered

Tumblr sometimes eats asks, I'm so sorry :(

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He's avoiding you- and that's just so not your Jungkookie.

You thought everything was going well between the two of you- but apparently something must've happened to make him so withdrawn again, refusing to see you, refusing to meet up, refusing to show himself. You're not sure what's wrong-

But you're about to find out.

"You know, I'll just camp outside then, I don't care!" You threaten, sitting in front of his apartment door, stubborn as ever- when his voice is finally heard.

"You'll laugh." He whines, before you can hear something slide along the door before it falls to the floor with a thud- he's probably sat down on the other side of the door. "You'll.. I look stupid." He says.

"Did you dye your hair or something?" You ask, and he's quiet, making you angry. "Jeon Jungkook you could've buzzed it all off and well full on Vin Diesel on me what do I care! Are you serious right now?!" You get up to knock on the door and right his doorbell again. "Open that goddam door, I'm worried about you, nerd!" You cry out again, even stomping your leg in anger.

"No, I'm.. I'm fine. Just.." he stumbles over the words, clearly panicking.

"I'm sorry." You say, and it's quiet. "I.. I'm sorry if my constant joking has gone too far at some point, if I made you feel like.. self conscious or something, I swear I never wanted to do that." You confess, feeling terrible. This must be your doing, right? It has to be your fault. Because you're insensitive as fuck, and you can't read a room, and you got way too comfortable with him and-

The door opens. He stands in front of you, beanie on his head.

"Its.. it's not your fault." He tells you. "You didn't do anything." Jungkook mumbles, and you can't help yourself.

You basically tackle the poor guy, door falling out of his grip and closing behind you, making you successfully infiltrate his home. He holds you because he's missed you too- he hates the fact that he couldn't have you this close for days by now, no physical contact with you whatsoever, no visual sight of you. It felt like torture-

But he just feels like he can't face you.

"Why are you doing this?" You whine, tears clear in your eyes, making your eyelashes already heavy with them. You're not even wearing makeup today, he notices. This must've really gotten to you.

You're still so pretty.

"What happened?" You worry, and he begins to bite his lips, a nasty habit he has whenever he's nervous. "Jungkook.." you say his full name, no variation of it, no silly petname.

He knows it's serious.

"I.. look stupid." He confesses. "I.. had an accident, a few days ago, in the bathroom." He sighs, sitting down on his couch with you, while you listen. "I slipped when I stepped out the shower, and hit.. my head on the edge of one of the cabinets.."

"Oh Jungkookie-" you whine.

"And- and they had to like.. cause my hair was so long they couldn't stitch it without, you know, shaving it, and it looked dumb when I came home so I thought might as well buzz it all off-"

You're quiet, staring at him.

"Are you okay now?" You ask, oddly serious.

"Yeah, they kept me overnight to make sure I was fine-" he answers, before you shove him, hard, angry.

"You stupid idiot!" You scold. "You're so dumb! What the fuck?!" You complain, angry tears in your eyes. "What the hell do I care about your hair?! You could've died or something, and all you thought about was how you could look to me? Am I that shallow to you?" You ask him, and he shakes his head.

He deserves this. You're right.

"No.." he denies, taking the scolding like a dog that's being told off. "No you're not. I just.. felt weird. Like I'm not.. fit for you anymore. You should have a nice looking boyfriend and all that, and you always said how you love my hair-"

"I love you most!" You whine, leaning forward to climb on his lap, and cling to him. "I love you, not your body. That's just.. that's just the only thing I can touch, so I want you to take care of it.." you explain into his chest. "..so it'll be here for as long as possible.. until we're all wrinkly and old.."

"Oh." He hums, realizing what you mean.

He's never thought about it that way. But you're right- he doesn't love your body first and foremost either, but you- your personality, your soul, your mind. Your body is simply the vessel you live in, and he'd want you to keep it up and running for as long as he's alive too.

"I'm sorry." He confesses. "I'll never do that again."

"I sure dare you to, I swear I'm gonna break in next time!" You threaten, letting him dry your tears before your hands reach for his beanie. "..can I see it?" You wonder, and he looks down, shrugging.

"I guess." He confirms.

The moment you skip his hat off, you search for something- finding the small stitched wound near the tip of his ear, making you immediately coo at it, fingers carefully touching it. "Does it still hurt?" You wonder- and he shakes his head.

"Just a little, if I lay on it or something." He admits.

"Oh my baby-" You whine, before you rub his head. "This feels weird though. How is it still soft?" You wonder, taking the pressure away from the situation, making him laugh. "And you honestly rock this look. Now you really do look like a guy who can throw a punch."

"..I can and will, for you." He mumbles, making you laugh again.

"Heh, and I lo~ove you for it!" You sing a little, kissing his nose before you kiss his lips a couple of times, cheeks held in your hands.

And he can't believe he's been living without this for just a week.

He never wants to miss you ever again.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines

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thelov3lybookworm · 6 months

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Can I request a cardan x reader fic? Anything you want to write! Just gimmi my baby there isnt much of him on this app.🥺

Weeping heart

Summary: Y/n has seen cardan go through lovers like they're wrappers of chocolates. One in his hand before the previous is even in the dustbin.

Now he has found Jude, and she does not know what to do.

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A/n: anon thank you so much for this request! i love you so much for this. It was such a good writing exercise honestly. This is mainly pining, maybe angst.

Also, this marks the beginning of me writing for characters outside of the acotar universe, so I'm very excited

also I didnt tag anyone because the general taglist i have was for acotar.

(i might be down to write a part 2 👀)

(not proofread)

Enjoy!

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She bit her lip as she stared up at her best friend, trying to contain the smile that threatened to overtake her features.

"Let me see that smile, beautiful." He grinned lazily at her, his dark eyes twinkling under the rays of sunlight that penetrated the thick canopy of leaves above their head. They were currently seated under a weeping willow, hidden away from the whole world outside. Where only the two of them existed, and nothing else mattered.

The place was special to Y/n and Cardan. This was where the two of them would meet all the time, just the two of them, away from their friends and family. In here, they didn't have to pretend, didn't have to act like everything was okay. They could be themselves, and not care about getting hurt.

He leaned closer to her, searching her eyes, his eyes and features softer than Y/n had ever seen before.

"Shut up." She mumbled, but that action had her lips splitting into that smile she was trying so hard to supress.

His grin widened. "There we go."

His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb absently brushing her lower lip, his gaze following it with a hungry look. Then his eyes lifted to hers, a question in them.

She dipped her chin almost imperceptibly.

That was enough for him, and he leaned forward, his lips getting closer and closer to hers.

She let her eyes fall shut.

But the kiss never came.

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She opened her eyes, wondering why he hadn't yet kissed her, and found herself staring at the ceiling of her room.

She blinked blearily, wondering what the hell happened, and then she realised.

It had been a dream.

She closed her eyes again, heaving a sigh as she willed herself to go back to sleep, back to that dream, hoping he'd kiss her before she woke up again.

Of course, that was very nearly impossible.

Because someone decided in that moment that it would be a good idea to knock on her door.

She was certain she knew who it was.

Still she called out, demanding the identity of the knocker.

The answer was immediate. Cardan.

She groaned lowly, dragging her hands down her face.

He didn't wait for her to let him in. The permission wasn't ever needed between the two. That hadn't changed. Yet.

The next moment, he had barged in through the doors, a grin on his stupid face.

She sat up, trying to look anywhere but his face. Heavy emphasis on trying.

"Y/n, guess what happened."

"I am not in the mood, Cardan."

She winced internally. She was being cruel. He had done nothing wrong. It was not his fault he didn't know of her feelings. She had no right to be rude to him, especially when he was so excited about something.

He wasn't bothered by her lack of enthusiasm. He simply plopped down on her bed as she climbed out of it, getting ready for the day as he launched into a story of how after last night's revel, Jude had told him to wait in their bedchambers while she walked into the closet, her skirts swishing around her legs.

How she had retuned without it.

Y/n tried not to pay attention to the details, but she couldn't help it. She had never been able to ignore what Cardan said, never been able to let anything he said go unheard. He had spent nearly all his years being unheard because no one considered him worthy of their time.

She had long ago decided that she was not going to be one of those people.

She heard everything, and her torturous brain created all the images Cardan's words conjured. Her traitor of a heart clenched, but she ignored it.

"That's great Cardan." She said when he finished speaking, and when she looked at him, he was practically glowing with happiness.

Y/n felt guilty for being jealous of the mortal who had everything Y/n ever wanted, but she couldn't bring herself to care when her heart was breaking into pieces everyday.

"It feels like I've waited for this an eternity. Never thought I would get to have Jude in my arms."

She gave him a smile. "I need to meet up with some generals this morning. I need to leave."

He nodded happily, straightening from where he'd been lying on her bed. She watched him walk out of her room, a knot forming in her throat, her resolve hardening.

She needed... she knew what she needed.

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Jude had her eyebrow raised, and it concerned Y/n how a mere mortal's judgement could make her nervous.

"Tell me again why you want to go on this mission?"

Y/n reigned in a frustrated sigh. "There is no real reason. I just wish to explore the Elfhame more."

The look Jude gave her told her she saw right through the act. But she didn't push the mater.

"There has been rumours of a rebellion on the other side of Elfhame. If you really want to go on this mission, then you need to know that this is an incredibly long and dangerous mission. You'll not only have to investigate the place, but also squash any hint of rebellion you find."

Y/n gave Jude a smile. "Sounds amazing."

"Sure it does." Jude's eyes narrowed as she continued. "If you need more time away to, as you say, to explore, then after you finish this quest, have a tour around Elfhame and meet up with people who have associated with Madoc before. Make sure they are not plotting something behind our backs."

Y/n dipped her chin in a nod. "When can I leave?"

"Before the week ends."

"So does that mean I can leave right now too?"

If possible, Jude's eyes narrowed further and she stood. At that moment, the door behind Y/n opened, and she stiffened as the smell of his perfume reached her.

"Y/n! I thought you were in the meeting with the generals. What are you doing here?"

Y/n smiled stiffly, turning to look at Cardan.

"I had something important to discuss with Jude." She gestured with her hand.

Cardan nodded, as if that was the most understandable thing in the world.

"What were you talking about?"

"Nothing-"

"She is leaving on a long mission-"

Jude and Y/n spoke up at the same time, and Y/n had to resist the urge to smack her forehead.

Cardan's head swung towards Y/n, and he stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.

Y/n turned to Jude, letting some of the fury at her secret being revealed show in her eyes. And then she smiled tightly. "Could you send that list of people and areas where the rebellion is rumoured to be to my room? I need to begin packing."

Jude's eyebrows were high, but she nodded. Y/n bowed, then turned on her heel and strode away, ignoring Cardan and the way he was trying to gain her attention.

As she left the room, she heard him following and calling for her, but she ignored that too.

Just the way she had always ignored her weeping heart, the one that beat solely for Cardan.

The one that was broken beyond repair now.

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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Withholding kisses and maybe more if you know what I mean 👀 from seb because he shaved - seb anon

i see the vision tho I've never withhold anything from that man 🤭

seb decide it was a wise idea to shave; babu face, clean shaven, whatever the hell you wanted to call it. you were mad at him because he had finally gotten his beard to the perfect length - enough for you to pull and get a little burn on your thighs but not long enough to itch.

your husband has started to noticed that you aren't kissing him or touching his face when you pass by like you normally do.

he asks what's wrong, you tell him nothing. he shrugs it off and you give in at some point, giving him a kiss before you go to bed.

knowing seb and given your lack of attention today, he was all over you the moment you kissed him - he was a gentleman after all. he'd never initiate something if you didn't make it seem like you wanted it.

seb moved down to between your legs and you thought you could get over it but the lack of scratching made you feel.. off in a weird way.

you sat up, looking down at the man between your legs. "what?" he asks, confused as to why you got up.

"I don't like it." you tell him, seb's hand trialing up your bare leg. "don't like what?"

"your face," you mumble, earning a loud laugh from seb when he sits up. "what's wrong with my face, darling?"

"why'd you shave? I miss your stupid beard."

"I shaved because you said you missed my face?"

"well I hate it now."

you turn over and lay the other way. seb cuddles up behind you, kissing your shoulder. "c'mon, lemme make you feel good baby. I promise it'll be the same."

"it won't."

"you won't know if you don't let me," his hand is already wandering down between your legs. of course you can never say no to him, he's got some sort of charm, some sorta hold on you.

#sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel x reader #seb anon :)

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mncxbe · 22 days

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omg!! LOVE THE NEW BLOG THEMEEEE💗💗 OH AND HEHEHE BACK WITH ANOTHER REQUEST FOR AKI.. since you made a new one!!!! prompt nsfw 4. one bed trope. aki. (I'm imagining that aki and Himeno scene lmwo) ilysm and all your writings hehshshudhu (That last aki fic was so beautifulpls) 😁😁🐑🐑💥

sheep my beloved hii♡ first off tysm i'm so happy you like the theme and the aki fic. and i'm very much hearing you out on this one👀

4– one bed trope

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: semi public, i got a bit silly at the end, slight degrading// it's implied that reader and aki had sex before

"What's wrong Hayakawa? Can't sleep?"

The way the syllables of his name rolled oh so sweetly off the tip of your tongue made his skin crawl.

"I'm quite alright, thank you for asking, Y/N. Now go sleep" he said curtly in a hushed voice, trying not to wake up Power and Denji, who were sleeping in a bed on the other side of the room.

Aki took you, his newest patrol partner, and his roommates on his yearly trip to Hokkaido and rented a room at a cheap hotel. He'd hoped that Power would be willing to share a bed with you at least for a night, but she insisted on sleeping next to Denji, so he got stuck with you.

The situation was less than ideal– he could feel your ass pressing up against his pelvis as he spooned you. It also didn't help that you were wearing a tiny little top that barely covered your chest and some skimpy pajama shorts.

"Why are you so tense, Aki? Are you cold?" you asked sweetly, shuffling closer to him and fuck he swore you were doing this on purpose. His hard-on was pressed right against your ass.

His deft hand came to rest on the juncture between your hips and legs, preventing you from squirming any further. "Don't play dumb, I know what you're doing and I suggest you calm down before they wake up"

"But 'm not doing anything" you cooed, glancing at him over your shoulder and even in the dim lights of the room Aki could make out your mocking smile.

You really had the nerve to make fun of him after teasing him all damn night? Aki felt his frustration growing with each passing minute. Fine, if you wanted things to be that way, so be it.

"You little slut..." he mumbled under his breath and you could hear him fumble with his slacks. Hooking your leg over his hip to give him space, you pulled your panties to the side. "Sorry, Aki, ya know I can't help it with you... ngh–"

"I know, dumbass" he said affectionately, covering your mouth with his hand "But I don't wanna hear a peep from you, got it? Keep quiet"

You gave him a small nod, an unspoken promise, but the moment he alligned himself to your entrance and pushed his hips forward you moaned into his hand. Aki traced sloppy kisses up the nape of your neck, his lips hovering above the shell of your ear "Loosen up baby, you're too damn tight."

It didn't take long for you to get used to his length and Aki started slowly rocking his hips against yours, whispering hushed praises."There you go, this 's what you wanted baby? Good girl..." The mattress creaked lightly and you prayed that Denji's light snoring would cover the sound.

Unbeknownst to you, a mortified Power was listening. She'd woken up a while ago to go to the toilet but well... she couldn't exactly do that now. Or during the next hour. It's safe to say that from day on, she agreed to share a bed with you whenever you went on a trip.

#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑#chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man aki #csm aki #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #aki smut #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man #aki csm

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stunningsturns · 27 days

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Okay so there are heaps of these over tumblr but their just not what I’m feelin u know? So I’ve been stalking your profile and I was wondering if you could do an angst to fluff with Chris sturniolo and gf!reader?? You can decide what happens but everyone I find they make it so like their only mad at eachother for like 2 hours or 24 hours. You can decide what happens but I need the reader to be less forgiving and I need the argument to be BADD but then they make up in the end but it takes so long for her to forgive him that even the fans think they’ve broken up. But yeah happy ending but the rest needs to be angst. This is so bad but please I NEED THIS. Thanks bbg 🫶🫶

˚◞♡ ⃗ It's Not Over Yet..

pairing; Toxic!Relationship, Chris x Reader. warnings: Swearing, angst to fluff. wc: 514 a/n: Hi! Of course, and I hope you love this! :) Once again, I added my own twist. First, I did Instagram posts to let you get a feel of the storyline and then the writing starts after!

y/nwashere

caption: Meet me at our spot.

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y/ns.leftshoe: STUNNING!! I LOVE YOU.

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^ y/nwashere: I swear I just saw you?

nicholassturniolo : BODY GOALS!

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christophersturniolo: my baby

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y/nswifey: OMG I AM SO EARLY!!

^y/nwashere: Hi!

christophersturniolo

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I come home from a walk, I walk inside and go into my bedroom. I set my stuff down, and post on Instagram. As I am doing this, I get a message from Chris.

A knock is heard at the door, I abruptly get up and open it. Chris walks inside, we go up to my bedroom and take a seat on the bed. “What’s wrong Chris?” I question. He glares at me, and sighs. “Look, Matt told me you are cheating on me. Is that true?” I roll my eyes, “Of course not Chris! I love you so much, why would I cheat on you?” I assure him, “I am not gonna argue with you about this but, he made it sound like you are.” He mumbled. I look at him in disbelief, “Look Chris, Why would you believe him? I get it, he is your brother.. But I am your girlfriend!” I huffed. He rolls his eyes, “So now you are blaming this on me?” He protested. “Excuse you? I am not blaming this on you. Would you like me too, because oh I will.” I grumbled. “Y’know y/n, not everything is about you. I was asking a simple question.” He scoffs, “So, now you're blaming this on me? You are the one who believes everything your crazy brother says!” I snarl. He slaps my arm, “Ain’t no way you just fucking slapped me!” I yell. He sighs, “Babe, I didn’t mean too.” I slap him, “No! Stop. Get the fuck out of my house. Now.” I snarl. He sighs, getting up and leaving.

** TIME SKIP **

I receive another text from Chris.

Seriously?! What is his issue, thinking I will accept his apology. Like you fucking slapped me, He seriously has balls.

sturniolo.news

caption: People think that Y/N and Chris have broken up because they haven't posted anything hinting they are together and she also unfollowed him.

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A knock is heard on the door, I march downstairs and open the door to see Chris holding flowers and a teddy bear. I immediately shut the door in his face, I cannot believe he had the balls to come to my house!? He knocks again, I open it. “What.” I snarl, “Did you get my texts, I am really sorry baby can you just let me talk to you? You don’t have to forgive me.” He sniffs. I sigh, “Come in, make it quick I don’t have all day.” I state. He nods, and we sit down on the couch. “I am so fucking sorry I slapped you, I just wasn’t thinking when I did that. I am also sorry for not believing you, you are such an amazing girlfriend and I feel as though I never appreciate you. Thank you for letting me speak.” He states, “Okay, bye.” I say motioning him to the door. He leaves the teddy and flowers for me and leaves the house.

I grab a card sticking out of the flowers, inside he wrote ‘Even if you don’t forgive me, memories stay forever so here is the bear you got me 2 years ago. Love you - Chri$’ I sigh, looking at the card and beautiful flowers. He even got me my favorite. I think to myself, ‘Am I seriously about to forgive this nasty jerk?’ I pull out my phone, clicking on his contact.

Did I seriously just forgive him? Ugh, what is wrong with me!!

sturniolo.news

caption: Y/n posted this on her story and Chris reposted it! War is over they are back together!!

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luveline · 2 years

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I see a lot of Eddie taking care of reader when their sick but what about the other way around? 👀

sick eddie <\3 cw weed ment ♡ fem!reader | 1.2k words

You sit cross-legged on the end of Eddie's bed, waiting for him to wake up with one of his many books in your lap.

He's curled in on himself and snoring. The sound should be irritating and for the most part it is, but it's also a nice reminder that he's alive. From his pallor, you'd assume he was close to death, your poor boyfriend pale as snow.

You're silent. You don't want to wake him up. He needs as much rest as he can get to fight his awful flu.

You don't worry about catching it because you'd already suffered through it, Eddie diligent and doting at your side the entire time. You intend to return the favour and so far you think you're doing a pretty great job.

This comes into question when he groans like he's in pain. You let the book fall away as you slip onto your feet, rounding the bed to stand above him. "Hey, baby," you say softly, eyebrows pinched in concern.

Eddie groans again. The sound is smothered by his pillow.

You bend at the waist and drop your hand to his bare shoulder, rubbing a line up and down the length of his upper arm soothingly. His skin is burning hot.

"Eddie," you duck down to kiss his shoulder, "what's wrong?"

He takes a little while to come around. You can pinpoint the moment where he realises he's awake and sick and in bed, like a soul slipping back into his body. He reaches around his chest to clasp your hand where it lies in the crook of his elbow but doesn't look up. Doesn't move.

"My-" He cuts himself off to cough, his voice scratchy and weak. "My head's fuckin' poundin'."

You give his shoulder another kiss. "Want me to get you some more Tylenol?"

"A joint."

You giggle at him and slide your hand between his cheek and the pillow where it's pressed. You hug him, a precious hug, kissing the clammy skin of his forehead where his bangs have fallen aside lovingly. "Maybe later, okay? You need something to eat, I think."

He sighs, sounding almost happy. "You smell nice," he mumbles.

"Thank you. You smell nice too."

"No, I don't."

He doesn't. He smells sick. But he's your boy and he's aching and the last thing you want to do is make him feel bad about anything. "Can I make you some dinner?" you ask gently, pulling back just enough to tuck a limp curl behind his ear.

He fights to open his eyes. You know from experience how sore they are and go to pull away to get him a hot towel.

His hands jump to your arms and hold them. "No, don't go," he says, squinting at you. There's a hint of desperation there and it's enough to melt your heart.

"Eddie," you murmur, "just getting you a towel for your eyes, okay? I know they're hurting."

His eyes are so brown and soft. You wipe under his eyelashes sympathetically.

"I'll be right back," you promise.

He closes his eyes and lets you go slowly. "Okay," he says, swallowing against his sore throat.

You get him a warm wet towel, some Tylenol and a fresh glass of water.

He's managed to sit himself up by the time you return, hands pressed to the sheets and head dropped into his chest. You climb over his leg carefully and sit more close than you have any reason to, telling yourself it's for his sake when really it's for your own. It hurts you to see him so miserable. Being near helps.

One leg thrown over his thigh, Eddie instinctively pulls you close. You almost tip his water down your front.

"Here," you say, pressing the glass into his shaking hand.

You pour out two Tylenol and hand them over, too.

As soon as he's taken them his head drops back to his chest. "Fuck," he complains, "I feel bad."

"I'm sorry," you say quietly. It's your fault he's sick, and if it wasn't you'd still be sorry.

You fold the small towel in your hand into a neat square and bring it to his face, rubbing under his closed eyes gently.

"Not your fault," he says, palm squeezing your thigh weakly.

You smile. "You caught it from me. Open your eyes?"

He opens his eyes.

"Thanks, handsome." You wipe all the mess from his lashes on either side. "Close them again?"

You unfold the towel and hold it over both of his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asks hoarsely.

"Is it helping?" you ask instead of answering.

He hums. You take it for yes.

His hand smooths a sluggish line down the length of your leg. You appreciate it more than you can convey; he's sick as a dog and still trying to love on you.

When the towel is more wet than warm you pull it away from him and bunch it into a ball.

His eyes blink open, much clearer than before.

"Hey," you say fondly.

He clears his throat. "Hey, beautiful."

You push your damp hand into his and he reciprocates, squeezing your fingers between his own until they ache. "Ah," you gasp, a startled laugh, "stop, you sicko."

He does as you say, pulling your joined hands to his abdomen. You don't speak for a while, looking at one another no differently than you usually do.

Eventually he smiles. "You look really pretty," he says.

You beam at him. "That's the fever talking."

"Not. You always look pretty." And I always tell you, he implies, raising his eyebrows at you.

"If you weren't so sick I'd be in your lap by now," you say.

"I know."

You lean forward and he lets you kiss his cheek. You try to catch his mouth and he turns his face away from you.

"You'll get sick."

"I can't get sick, I already had it."

"I might not even have what you had."

"Please, Teddy?"

He closes his eyes and sighs. You wait. He doesn't bother opening them again as he says, "Well?"

You take his face into both hands and kiss him very sweetly. There's a certain relief to be found in it. You know he feels it too when his breath catches.

Your hand moves over his cheek, behind his ear and into his hair. You kiss the corner of his lips, his chin, his cheek, and then push yourself under his face to kiss his neck, a tiny press of your lips as you wrap your arms around him and hug his shoulders. You're cautious not to put any of your weight on him.

Eddie's head drops on top of yours. He slouches against you, into you, exhausted.

"I love you," he says. It sounds like a thank you.

"I love you, too," you reply. You're welcome.

You rub your nose into his skin. He smells undeniably like himself, under everything.

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hellcat8908 · 8 months

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what do you think about cassian, azriel or rhysand with s/o that has daddy issues, like she does small things to try to make him proud and at first he thinks she’s just being cute but he realizes the depth and her need for praise and what’s going on and just reassures her. i’m just literally projecting😀 they both develop a daddy kink after👀

Please, Daddy Rhysand × Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Daddy kink, Fluff

You wandered into Rhys's office with a stack of paperwork before placing it on his desk. "What's this?" He asks as you take a seat in one of the chairs. "Just some paperwork I thought I'd help you out with." You try to answer calmly, but inside, your heart was racing as you hoped you hadn't crossed a boundary or messed anything up. You were desperate for his approval and praise. You watch as he reviews the paperwork, flipping back and forth between pages, analyzing your work. "This is incredible!" He finally says, allowing you to let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. "When did you start working on this?" He asks, sitting back in his chair. "The other day, you when you were drowning in papers and ready to lose it on someone. I just thought I'd try to lessen your load." You answer, focusing on his desk.

"Come here, princess." He says as he pats his lap. You stand and walk over to him. He pulls you into his lap and kisses you softly. "Have I told you lately how amazing you are?" He teases. "Not really. I could use a reminder." You answer, hoping he thinks your teasing as well instead of realizing how badly you want his praise. "You are a stunning and amazing woman, everything you do for me never goes unappreciated. I know I don't always tell you but I'm so proud to have you as my mate." Tears start welling in your eyes, you quickly try to blink them away but its too late. Your head quickly drops, "I've gotta go-" you're cut off when Rhys lifts your chin forcing you to look at him. "What's wrong, princess? Why are you crying?" You move your head out of his grip, "it's nothing, i'm okay."

Before you can excuse yourself, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the couch in the corner sitting down as he craddles you in his arms. "You're not okay if you're crying, princess. Was it something i did?" You blush and bury your face in his chest, letting his scent calm you. He rubs your back, trying to help calm you as you tremble from crying. "Please talk to me. You're starting to worry me." He says softly while you grip his shirt. "It's embarrassing, and it doesn't really matter." You mumble. "It clearly matters to you, princess. I'm not here to judge you, I just want to understand." He says as he gently strokes your hair. "If you can't tell me, then please let me in." He pleads with you as you feel the gentle caress against your mental shields. You lower your shields, allowing him in.

You show him how you felt receiving his praise and how him telling you he was proud of you affected you. You shut him out before he can dig any deeper. You climb out of his lap and sprint from his office before he can stop you. You shut yourself in your bedroom and curl up in bed. You hear him knocking on the door but choose you to ignore him. You hear him open the door and feel him sit on the edge of the bed. "Princess, please talk to me. It's nothing to be embarrassed about." You don't face him. "I wish I would've known sooner so I could praise you all the time. I love all the little things you do around here." He tries to reassure you. "Do I need to worship my princess and show her how much I love it?" You turn to face him, "please, Daddy." You say before you can stop yourself.

Before you can hide from him, Rhys pins your hands above your head. "Do you have any idea how hard my cock is from hearing you call me daddy?! I wonder if I slip my hand in your pants how wet you would be. Stay right there, don't you dare move baby girl." He says before grabbing his belt and tying your hands to the headboard. He pulls your shirt up and pushes your bra down before making his way yo your pants. He unbuttons your pants and pulls them off tossing them aside along with your thong. "Are you going to be a good girl for daddy and let me show you how much i appreciate you?" You nod. "Use your words princess." He says while starting to kiss your neck down to your chest. "Yes daddy, I'll be a good girl, I promise." You moan as he licks and sucks your nipples before kissing down your body.

He spreads your legs and runs his two fingers through your center feeling how wet you are. He lets out a moan, "you're so wet for me. Your sweet little pussy is basically begging for daddys attention." You struggle with the belt, "please daddy, please I need you so bad, I promise I'll be a good girl." He smirks as his tongue teases you with short licks making you buck your hips, wanting more. He holds your legs open as he kisses up your thigh. His tongue tracing along your pussy before he starts devouring you. His arms hooked around your thighs his tongue teasing your clit making you even wetter. "I need you now." He says as he positions himself between your legs. You feel his warm hard cock pressing against you. His thrusts inside you in one go. "Baby girl, you take my cock so well. Does my baby girl like taking daddy's hard cock?" You moan as he start thrusting in and out of you. "Yes daddy. I love taking your cock deep inside me." You moan as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He grabs your hips and increases his thrusts pounding your pussy. He pulls out and flips you on your stomach telling you to lift your ass. He grabs your hips and buries his cock inside you again. He takes you harder using your hips for leverage. "You're doing such a good job, princess. Your little pussy is gripping me so tight." He takes you harder as you moan louder "daddy I'm gonna cum!" You moan "not without permission princess." He says speeding up his thrusts filling the room with the sound of him taking you hard. "Please daddy may I cum, please. I've been a good girl." You beg as you get closer to the edge. "Cum for daddy like the good girl you are. Cum all over daddys cock." He groans before releasing his cum inside you as you cum all over his hard cock.

Rhys releases your hands from the belt and pulls you into his arms. You climb in his lap and nestle into him. He shields you with his wings, "are you ok, baby girl? Did I hurt you?" He asks as he rubs soothing circles along your back. "I'm okay. It was just intense with a lot to take in." You say timidly. "Did you enjoy it?" He asks. "I always enjoy it, Daddy." You reassure him. "You did such a good job, princess." He says while gently rocking you. Soon, your eyes are heavy, and you find yourself falling asleep. Rhys holds you while you sleep, making sure you're comfortable. "You're the best part of my life, princess." He whispers before kissing the top of your head.

#acotar #sarah j maas #batboys #acotar fanfic #rhysand #rhysand x reader #acotar fic #acotar smut

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tpwkwriter · 7 months

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Hiii boo loved your writings 🩷 I was wondering if U can write a smut where y/n is a bit insecure about her body and Doubts herself but Dom Harry thinks otherwise and comforts her by having sex in front of the mirror with her and telling her how much he worships her body 👀 this scenario randomly came to my mind and I'm now-

EEEEEKK! THIS WHOLE PROMPT HAS ME ON THE FLOOOR‼️🫶🏼 AND TYSM LOVIE

warnings: ofc seggsss! a little detailed smut, domrry!!, cussing, insecurity, insecurity during intimate times.

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“H you don’t understand, I swear my rib cage is literally getting wider” y/n complains standing in-front of there full size mirror adjacent to there shared bed.

With back against the headboard, Harry who observed confusingly, looking at this girl who was practically perfect in every way talk bad about herself.

“Baby what on Earth y’on about” he asked.

“M’getting big, and my face! H don’t get me started, it’s so just..there” she said picking at spots and parts of her face.

H couldn’t stand anymore of this, it’s almost like these words were directed at him.

He swiftly arose to his feet and got close to the girl, putting his much larger hands on hers to stop her picking.

“Love” he started.

His right arm slid down to her waist to make her face the mirror again.

“All I see is a gorgeous girl who cant see what others do” he said pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Yeah, but y’my boyfriend, course your gonna say that”

Oh so it’s like that.

“Fucking hell baby” he huffs.

Guiding her face to look his way with his ringed fingers on her chin, he cups both her cheeks with his hands, resting his forehead on hers.

“Boyfriend or not, you are one the most beautifulest fucking women in the world and how on Earth I got you will never know baby” he said, pressing a soft lingering kiss against her lips.

Not saying anything, her gaze starts so slowly miss his.

“Hey, look at me”

“Why do you think so many people look at you when we’re out, why do you think I hold you so close, you know why I get so jealous hmm?” He ponders.

She shakes her head, “m’pretty sure there looking at you” she faintly smiles.

“Don’t think so lovie, I count my lucky stars every night because of you, and the fact you can’t see your beauty is crazy love”

“I love you Harry” she mumbled against his lips.

“I love you, more than I think you know” he says falling into her lips and not hesitating to take it further.

“Please let me show you how much I love you, let me show you love please”

Y/n and Harry had been intimate many, many times but it was rare occasion y/n hid herself, and Harry felt wrong about it.

“Look how gorgeous you are riding m’cock love” Harry moaned from under her catching a quick look towards the mirror.

Y/n turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of them in the mirror.

She’s be lying if the sight didn’t turn her on more. Her bouncing on his dick, the way harry watched her, the sounds and sight of her, caused her to feel more confident infront of the mirror.

“Feel so good Harry” she moaned.

“My gorgeous angel, so so perfect- shit” he groaned.

“So perfect, y’body, face, eyes fucking everything” he started.

“Like a goddess” he panted.

“Harry-“ she tried

“Your my everything- shit, without you absolutely nothing matters fucking nothing angel shit-“

“Harry I’m gonna cum” she whined

“Let go for me angel, let go with me, my fucking everything”

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