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arieslost · 17 hours

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personally since I want to take a nice bite outta oscar (and you do too)

what about an oscar x gf!reader who just constantly bites him, not hard enough to leave a mark (thats only in bed) but just a little chomp

like he has an arm around her shoulder while talking to Lando and she just turns her head and *chomp*

lord knows i wanna give that man a nice little monch. just a little 🤏🏻 little bit

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something about oscar unlocked the habit within you. he’s just so… yummy. all the time. so one day you acted on the urge to bite him. you did it gently, just barely sinking your teeth into the skin covering the taunt muscle of his bicep when you were cuddled up together in bed. he liked it; encouraged it even, so you never really looked back.

instead of “pinch me,” he soon adopted the phrase “bite me” in its place. it was just an affectionate thing that you did when your feelings for him became so overwhelming words failed you. it happens more often than not— just looking at him and knowing he’s yours is enough to render you speechless.

his instant enjoyment of your gentle bites had you dismissing the behavior as normal quickly, so it now comes as a surprise to you when other people have a visceral reaction to it.

you never pay much mind to what people say on social media, particularly twitter, but almost every day you’re greeted with the sight of you being caught biting oscar and hundreds of people asking what your problem is. it mostly stemmed from the one time that oscar asked (more like begged) you to leave a mark in the throes of a passion-charged moment that happened the night before qualifying and thus it was clear as day to everyone in the paddock the next morning.

you were usually careful to bite parts of him that were almost always concealed. his thighs, his hips, his shoulders, the junction between his shoulder and neck. but he’d been adamant that you bite his neck and leave a mark, and who were you to tell him no? so the whole world ended up becoming privy to your little habit. but oscar never gave anyone the time of day when asked about it, so it never crossed your mind to stop.

now, lando had been the very first to tease him about that infamous mark on his neck, but he’d never been there to see it happen. until today.

oscar had insisted that you join him while he and lando were waiting to be called in for a race debrief, with the promise that he’d take you out for dinner afterwards. you’re always happy to spend extra time with your boyfriend, of course, so you were more than happy to agree.

except lando has a special talent for boring you out of your mind with extremely technical talk. and he loves to talk. you need something to do in order to not implode from boredom, and oscar’s arm is right there, wrapped around your shoulders, so you turn your head and lightly bite the thin skin of his wrist.

the sudden silence is deafening as lando stops talking in the middle of his sentence.

“i thought that was just a weird rumor. you actually bite him?” lando asks.

“um, yeah,” you reply slowly. “so?”

“got a problem with my girlfriend, mate?” you can feel the muscles of your boyfriend’s arm flexing around you as he tenses up a little.

“nope. no. not at all,” his teammate is quick to respond, hand reaching back to scratch his neck. “carry on. i’ll just act like i’m not here.”

so you do, biting him a little harder as a silent chill out. he just kisses your temple, stifling his laughter.

when it’s finally time for their meeting, you’ve traveled from oscar’s wrist all the way up to the inside of his elbow, grazing your teeth along his skin and inhaling his addictive scent. you’d happily do this for hours, and you pout when he separates himself from you.

as an apology, he leaves you with a parting whisper of, “you’re gonna bite me harder than that tonight, right?” that has your whole body heating up.

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cutielando · 2 days

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I just finished reading your chubby reader fic which I loved as a chubby girl myself!! I was wondering if you could do something similar with like a fit gym girlie I feel like muscle mummy’s tend to be forgotten a lot!

a/n: of course! people always overlook a gym mummy!!

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warnings: gymrat!reader (reader is described as being muscly and frequenting the gym)

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Lando has always been keen on exercising. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter, seeing as his job required him to be in the best shape possible.

However, that doesn’t mean that he looks down on people who don’t exercise as regularly as he did or at all. Every person was entitled to their own routine, in his opinion.

But when he met you, someone who lived and breathed exercise and hitting the gym, he felt like he had hit the jackpot. Being in the gym together, sharing your love for exercise with each other and always pushing one another to better themselves.

It was a dream come true, frankly.

The first time he had suggested joining you for your workout, he figured you would go easy on yourself, do some light exercises and call it a day. The shock on his face when he saw you lifting weights, twice the weight he himself could barely lift, was something out of a movie.

You had found it so endearing, seeing him staring at you with such a perplexed expression and shock, you found it sweet and funny at the same time.

“Why are you looking at me like I’ve suddenly grown 3 heads that I don’t know about?” you joked once you had put the weights back and joined him where he was standing.

“You know you just lifted twice what I can lift, right?” he said, eyes still wide and staring back at you.

You laughed, holding your belly as your laughter rang through the fairly empty gym. This was one of your favorite things about living with Lando, the fact that the apartment building where you both lived had a private gym exclusive only for the residents.

“Babe, you know I’ve been a gym rat for years now. What did you think I’ve been doing all this time?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Lando shrugged, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“I don’t know, running on the treadmill? I figured you lifted weights and all that stuff, but I didn’t think you could lift more than me. And I’ve been training straight up hardcore my entire life” he explained, scratching the back of his neck before he reached out for your hand and pulled you closer to him.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting yourself melt against his body.

“I can do more than that, but I’m still jet-lagged and my body takes a while to recover, you know” you explained, making the shock return twice as intense.

Lando could swear his brain was malfunctioning. He didn’t know why or how, but the way you were speaking and the things you were saying were doing things to him. He found you so attractive before, but now it had reached a whole other level.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are?’ he asked, his voice having dropped to a dangerous low mumble.

You bit your lip, looking into his eyes sensually. If you had known this was all it took to get to him, you would have brought him with you a very long time ago.

“You have, and I could say the same about you. However, as much as I want to jump your bones this very second in this very gym, I need to finish my workout and you need to work on your neck” you said, your lips brushing against his as you suddenly pull away from him and make your way towards the treadmill for a running session.

Lando stared dumbfounded as you walked away from him like nothing had happened, getting back to your workout just like that.

He would lie if he said he didn’t want to just ditch his workout and take you upstairs, but he knew Jon would be coming soon enough to help him with his neck training and he didn’t want to have to explain to him why he decided to skip it.

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Ever since that first day in the gym, Lando had insisted on joining you for every workout routine that he had time to attend. It didn’t matter if he had just got back from a race halfway across the globe, or he was tired and sore.

He wanted to be there, even if it was just to watch and admire.

“Baby, you’re tired, you really don’t have to come with me” you argued with him one very early morning as you were getting ready to go downstairs to the gym.

Lando had just got back home very late last night, having flown all the way from China. The amount of sleep he got was nowhere near enough for him to get enough rest after such a busy weekend.

And yet there he was, wide awake before 8 am and ready to go watch you while you work out.

“But I want to watch you” he pouted, his eyes barely open. His hair was fluffy and his curls were sticking up in every possible direction.

You sighed, knowing you would never be able to say no when he looked at you like that, lips all pouty and those puppy dog eyes staring right into your soul.

“You need to sleep, love. You’ve barely had any time to rest this weekend and when you finally come home you’d rather come and watch me exercise than get some sleep?” you asked, smiling slightly, but you already knew the answer.

“I would rather spend any time with you than sleep. If you’re not here with me then what’s the point of sleeping?” he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

You chuckled, shaking your head. He knew how to weasel his way straight into your heart, saying things like that which you couldn’t overlook.

Once he noticed the defeated look on your face, he got up from the bed and took your hand, offering to carry your bag downstairs.

When you arrived downstairs, you were pleased to see that there was nobody in the gym at that hour, giving you two some much needed privacy.

“Alright, I’m going to run on the treadmill for a while and then do some leg lifting. Are you okay here by yourself for a little while?” you asked him once you put your earphones in and your headband on your head.

He nodded, taking a seat on a bench in the middle of the room. The sight all but melted your heart, the way he sat there with his hands on his lap, like a little kid waiting for his mother.

You nodded and leaned in to quickly kiss him on the lips, turning on your music and getting to work.

It wasn’t even 20 minutes after that you got off the treadmill and noticed Lando had fallen asleep on the bench, his head resting on his knee. You pouted, taking out your phone and snapping a quick picture.

Because you knew there was no way he was comfortable in that position, you decided to cut your workout short and get him to bed, figuring you could get some more sleep yourself.

“Lando, baby. Come on, let’s go upstairs” you slowly shook him awake, his eyes opening and meeting yours sleepily.

“Are you done working out?” he asked, stretching a little and looking around, seeing you more rested than you usually were.

“I only ran on the treadmill today, I’m skipping my legs session today so we can catch up on some sleep together” you explained, taking his hand and trying to get him to follow you upstairs.

He protested, shaking his head and not moving an inch.

“No, go on and finish. We can get some sleep later. I don’t want you to jeopardize your routine because of me. I’ll watch, do your thing” he said and planted himself more comfortable on the bench, now facing towards the apparatus he knew you would be using.

You smiled lightly, finding his obsession with watching you train endearing.

Never before in your life had anyone been as supportive of your workouts than Lando has been. Compromising his sleep schedule just to see you train and do your thing, sleeping on a gym bench just so he could watch you in your element.

You couldn’t have asked for a better partner in life, someone just as passionate about the gym as you were.

Maybe even more.

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fear-is-truth · 2 days

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𝜗ϱ ┆ HOW THEY CUDDLE .ᐟ

── THE EVANs ‧ h e a d c a n o n s ೃ࿐

ft. tate ‧ kai ‧ kyle ‧ kit ‧ jimmy ‧ james ‧ austin ‧ peter ‧ warren ‧ colin

⟣ TAGS ‧ SFW | gn! reader | fluff. not proofread

• a/n: this is very poorly written and i apologise. made this more “aesthetic” to make up for the horrid quality xx

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⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

when you settle into bed, Tate curls up, inviting you to spoon him from behind. it’s become your special routine – his back pressed flush against your chest, your arm wrapped around him protectively. sometimes he opens up about his problems, mostly with his mother. more than often, he cries. you’ve come to understand that one of the reasons Tate prefers being the little spoon is that you can’t see the tears running down his face. but it’s okay. you listen quietly while gently running your fingers through his hair or tracing patterns on his skin. after that, silence follows, the only sound being the rhythm of you breathing and the occasional sniffle of shuddering sigh.

one of your favourite moments is when Tate reaches out and takes your hand, intertwining your fingers and holding it in front of his chest. another intimate gesture he often does is pressing his thumb on your wrist pulse points, feeling your heartbeat beneath his touch. it soothes him; grounds him to reality and reassures him that you’re alive; here.

⟢ pre cult .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

the sound of glass shattering, punctuated by muffled sobs. more yelling. your heart sinks; you’ve always hated these moments, despised the helpless feeling as you listen to the argument upstairs escalate. Kai doesn’t say a word; he’s already gotten used to the never-ending cycle of discord. instead, he moves closer on the basement couch, resting his head in your lap. you respond instinctively, hand moving to rub gentle circles on his shoulder, offering what little comfort you can.

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

cuddling isn’t really his thing. no, scratch that, general displays of affection isn’t his thing. for Kai, it’s about dominance and control. you can still find scraps of intimacy in the small moments – sitting on his lap during cult meetings, or perched on his thigh while he works on his laptop, his attention divided between the screen and the warmth of your body pressed against him.

however, in the privacy of your shared bedroom, the softer, less-of-an-asshole side of Kai emerges. when you lie there together in bed, he likes to spoon you from behind, his body molding to yours, and you can feel the warmth of his breath tickling the nape of your neck as he presses his chest against your back, your heartbeats in sync. his touch is gentle but possessive, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as if trying to memorise every curve and muscle of your body. and when Kai whispers in your ear, his voice is low and fervent as he tells you about the new world he plans to build for you. in those moments, the mask slips away, revealing the boy beneath all the bravado, craving for your validation and affection.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

cuddling with Kyle is a daily routine, whether it's lounging on the couch watching movies, studying together in the library, or simply enjoying each other’s company in bed after a long day of classes, it feels like the most natural thing in the world, which, you suppose, is true. his arms wrap around you so effortlessly, pulling you close with a smile and a pair of dimples that lights up the room before leaning down to capture your lips with his.

friday nights and weekends often mean parties and social gatherings with Kyle’s fraternity brothers, but even then, the both of you always sneak away to a quiet corner where you can cuddle… cuddles that often segue into hot make-out sessions.

⟢ post death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

despite his freakish strength, Kyle is always gentle to you, as if he’s handling fragile porcelain. there’s a protectiveness in the way he holds you, like he’s shielding you from danger. his large hands cupping your face, chocolate brown eyes searching into yours with an intensity that never fails to make your heart swell with love. seeing the smile tugging at your lips, he smiles too before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

your cuddle sessions with Kit are nothing short of intimate and romantic. every night he comes home from work, you run towards him like something out of a chick flick romance, (minus the dramatic slow motion). he’ll catch you in his arms, his laughter mingling with yours as he twirls you around the room until you’re practically begging him to stop. with a grin, he pins you down on the couch, arms caging you while his body pressed against yours. then he peppers your face with soft kisses – the tip of your nose, your forehead, your cheeks – each one leaving you breathless and desperate for more. gradually, his lips trail down to your neck, lingering on your collarbone. he raises his head slightly to meet your gaze. the silent inquiry hangs between you in the air, intermingled with the warmth of your shared breath. you nod in response, the familiar pulsing between your legs becoming impossible to ignore. without further ado, he leans down to capture your lips once again, hands slipping under your shirt. your husband is anything but a cruel lover.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you rest your head on his chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. despite the limited bed space of your caravan, you manage to find a comfortable position with on leg thrown over his, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Jimmy likes to have an arm curled around your waist, his hand finding its way under your shirt, tracing idle patterns on your skin. he especially loves the way you hum softly into his chest in approval when he scratches your back. sometimes, you crawl onto his chest and play with the strands of brown curls that fall onto his forehead. he grumbles something about you messing up his hair, but there’s always the affection in his tone that lets you know he doesn’t hate it as he pretends he does.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

every morning, you lay tangled together on your king-sized bed, nestled under the luxurious silk sheets. James has his back propped up against the many pillows as you lean into him, your head finding a comfortable resting place on his shoulder. his touch is painstakingly gentle as he strokes your hand, cold fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. despite the chill in his touch, there’s warmth in his eyes as he gazes at you, something that is reserved only for you. those dark eyes, which are usually filled with murderous intent, soften with tenderness he brings your hand to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

but it's not just his touch that sets your heart ablaze; it’s his morning voice— that brahms accent that never fails to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach. especially when he calls you his “little dove” or “dearest” in that velvety drawl, it makes your toes curl and your cheeks flush with warmth.

⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

more often than not, when Austin takes the “black pill,” he becomes consumed by his writing, barely stopping for days on end. you’ve learned not to disturb him during these intense bouts of creativity, knowing that he’s in his element and needs space to work.

but when he finally emerges from his writing frenzy and calls you over, you try to contain your excitement, not wanting to seem too eager. as you approach Austin, he’s lounging on his favourite leather couch, a small pout on his lips as he stretches out his arms towards you, making grabby motions. “i need my snuggle fix, pronto!” there’s a playful lilt in his voice when he said that, his dark eyes glittering with childish amusement. joining him on the couch and crawling atop him, you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you close in an embrace. he presses a kiss to your temple, lips warm against your skin, before sighing softly. “missed you,”

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐀.

it usually starts with Warren lying in bed, lighting up a joint. smoke begins to swirl toward the ceiling as he takes a leisurely puff, his eyes glazed over and unfocused. you enter the room quietly, dressed in nothing but your panties and an oversized flannel shirt that you stole from him the previous night. as you crawl onto bed, he turns his head and smiles, a lazy grin spreading across his face. with an outstretched arm, not holding the cigarette, he welcomes you, inviting you to snuggle next to him.

you settle into the curve of his side, finding a comfortable spot and wrapping your arms around his midsection. in turn, Warren drapes an arm lazily around your waist, your legs entwining in a haphazard yet intimate way. lazy cuddling at its finest. also he’s gonna get handsy and you’ll end up having lazy sex ;)

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

Peter tries to stay still when the two off you cuddle together, he really does. but soon enough, he’s wriggling around. he’ll try to find your tickle spot or pretend to have you in a headlock, and the both of you ending up in a tangle of limbs. you two will look at each other for a beat before bursting out in laughter.

sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly cuddly (correction: more cuddly than usual), Peter will whisk you away to the nearest couch or bed for a spontaneous cuddle session. and while part of you wants to scold him, you can never bring yourself to be truly mad at that goofy smile, not for long, anyway.

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

in the early stages of your relationship, Colin had been a nervous wreck when it comes to initiating acts of physical affection. but as time went by, he becomes more comfortable expressing himself. now, he’s the one who surprises you by wrapping his arms securely around your waist from behind, pulling you close and burying his face into your neck.

you can feel his warm breath against your skin, mingling with the scent of fresh-ground coffee and cologne that smells of pine — a wonderful combination that is so uniquely Colin. you can feel the soft brush of his lips against your skin as he gently pushes your hair aside to press a tender kiss to the nape of your neck, before he peppers your shoulders with a series of sweet kisses that alights every nerve in your body. the sensation is far more effective in banishing your sleepiness than the coffee he’s made for you, but you keep that little secret to yourself.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 days

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A Guiding Hand 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, parental neglect, depression, inference of self harm, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: your online academics are affected by your personal struggles but your professor won’t let you give up so easy.

Characters: Raymond Smith, Lee Bodecker in the background

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Tuesday comes too quickly. You don’t sleep the night before. It’s more than just Lee and your mother arguing that keeps you awake. The anxiety of your meeting bears down on you like an open maw, ready to devour you.

You don’t expect it to go well. You’re not even sure why you’re doing it.

That one thought repeats over and over. You don’t have to. You can cancel. You can make another excuse and stay a loser. That’s easy. Maybe that’s why it’s so scary. Because new things are hard.

You languish in bed as the time ticks by. You got to get up and get moving. Soon, you’ll do something. Soon.

You roil in the trepidation. Each move, each little thing, is a gargantuan task. You sneak out to wash your face and make yourself as presentable as you can. You waited too long. You have five minutes to put something on that isn’t wrinkled and stale.

You put on a black sweatshirt, hoping the little balls of lint aren’t visible. Maybe you can get away with just turning the microphone on. You open the computer and shift in the chair. One minute.

You find the email and scroll down to the link. You hover over it and stare. Noon on the dot. Your hand falters and you click the Zoom meeting. It opens in the browser and your breath traps in your chest.

The little box in the corner is black as you leave the red line through the camera icon as the mic catches the rustle of your shirt. There’s a man on screen. He sits before an office backdrop but you can’t tell if its digitally generated or real. His blond hair is combed back and he sports a thick beard and glasses. He wears a wool sweater over a collared shirt and stares down the camera.

“Hello,” he speaks, “anyone there?”

You clear your throat and croak, nearly choking on your own spit.

“Here,” you manage to squeak.

“Ah, hello there, may I ask you turn your camera on?” His voice is low and lilted, almost smoky in a way.

You hesitate and scratch your neck, letting your fingers wander up to your scalp. The itch spread, making sitting still unbearable. You wince as you hear someone in the kitchen, the fridge door closes heavily and a dish clinks on the counter.

“Hello?” The voice comes again.

You panic and hit the keyboard. You steady your hand and tap the camera, shying away as you slouch in your chair. The dim glow of your bedside lamp leaves you in shadow. Still, you feel exposed.

“Better,” he says but with little enthusiasm, “well, I suppose we best get to the meat of things,” he adjusts his posture.

“Okay,” you murmur and cross your arms, looking evasively at the wall.

“Good to finally meet. I’m Professor Smith,” he introduces himself and calls you by name.

“You too,” you utter out of courtesy. This is torture to you.

“Now, you’ve done very well on your completed work,” his eyes scan as he looks at the screen before him, "you’ve shown improvement up until a few weeks ago. You do have a lot of potential to be successful here--”

You nod and hunch down further. You just feel worse. You’re a lazy slob. You didn’t finish your work just like you never finish the laundry or cleaning your room.

“Irene!” Lee’s voice booms on the other side of the wall and you wince, looking over your shoulder then back to the computer. You huddle closer, hoping he didn’t hear that. Your mother’s drone responds to the holler.

“Perhaps it is the format? We could explore another option for your remaining assignments. I can accommodate where necessar--”

“Fuck off!” Lee shouts and a loud bang hits the hallway wall. You gulp and your lips part.

“Lee, please, I didn’t-- I wouldn’t--”

“Should’ve known better than to trust a whore!” Lee barks.

You cover your face and shrink down. No! Not now.

“Is everything alright?” He asks and you separate your fingers, looking through them. You drop your hands and nod.

“Sorry--”

Another loud thump, this time against your door and your mother sobs loudly as she slides down the other side. You stammer and your lip trembles as you stare mortified at the lens in the frame of the laptop. This is awful.

“What is happen--”

You wiggle your fingers on the touchpad and hit End Call. You retract and wrap your arms around your head, folding over your lap as you rock. How humiliating. You can’t believe that happened. Well, you can. It’s what always happens.

Your mother and Lee continue to argue, their fight just outside your door. You shake your head as you stay curled over. You don’t know why she does this. These men come around, call her names, knock her around, and she lets them come right back.

A tinkling noise comes from the speaker. Professor Smith is calling you. You decline the call. An email chimes in at the corner. It’s from him as well. You see the preview, a response to his last email.

‘Please respond or I will call authorities to confirm your saf....’

You click on the notification to expand the full message. You sigh and don’t bother reading the rest as you hit reply.

‘Everything is fine. I will take the fail. Thank you.’

Another call comes in. Just leave me alone! You hit the red button again and delete his last email. And he calls again. Ugh. What does he care. You’re sure he has lots of students to worry about. Another email and another call. Back and forth until you accidentally hit the wrong key.

He appears again, closer to the lens as his forehead lines, “hello, hey, hey,” he sits back, holding up a hand as you scramble, panicking as you fidget and try to figure out what to do, “don’t hang up, alright? Don’t, or I will be obligated to call the police.”

As he commands you, your mother and Lee continue their sparring in the hall, voices raised though not as clear from the front room. You sniff and rub your cheek, soothing yourself as you bring up your other hand to chew on your sleeve.

“Are you in danger?” He asked pointedly. You shake your head. “What is all that then?”

He’s quiet and you are enveloped again in the chaos outside your room. You shrug and tilt your head to one side. You look down.

“My mom...”

He sighs, “look, I wouldn’t have taken the time to call if I didn’t think you could do this. Perhaps, this was the wrong avenue. So, is it possible we meet somewhere neutral. In person?”

You shudder and sit up as much as you can, wringing your hands, “I... I... don’t drive.”

“That’s alright, is there a library near you, yeah? I can find my way.”

You frown and flick your lip under your teeth several times. You see yourself in the little box. You look scary as your eyes are pools of shadows.

“Uh...” you pull your hands apart and open a new tab, happy to have your image off the screen. You type into the search. You think there’s a library close by. “Yes, um, there is...”

“Send me the location. We’ll reschedule. When are you available? Thursday? I’m afraid tomorrow I’m booked up.”

You switch back to the video call. You feel tears tightening your throat and ready to spring. You shake your head and paste the URL of the library branch into the chat. His eyes flit down to read it.

“Thursday,” you repeat but it’s not as much a question as you mean.

“Thursday is good. Can we do earlier? Ten?” He asks.

You don’t know. You’re not used to making decisions. You don’t get asked for your preference ever.

“Sure,” you answer, just wanting to end the call and hide in bed.

“Alright, I’ll pencil you in,” he says, “shall I stay on the call until that...” he pauses as Lee continues to bluster, “subsides?”

“No,” you shake your head.

He stares at you, his forehead lined with disapproval. Why does he care so much? He doesn’t know you.

“Are you certain?” He intones.

You nod, “I have to go.”

You end the call and shut the computer. Your stomach is a jumble and you’re jittering with adrenaline. All your life, you’ve hidden behind these walls; you’ve hidden all that goes on there. To have someone witness it is worse than the yelling and hitting itself.

You ignore the chirp from the laptop and throw yourself into bed. Thursday. So, another torturous purgatory begins, waiting to face the professor and your incompetence once more.

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Thursday comes too quickly.

You sit in your room and convince yourself to go. It was easier when it was just a computer screen, though even that was difficult. Only for you because you’re so messed up. Because you can’t do anything.

What else can you do? The whole night you were awake thinking about how you would tell your mother. If you flunk out, you default on the student loan and you’re even deeper in the pit. The true consequences of your laziness are clearer now and you can’t let your sloth bury you again. If you do, you may as well give up on everything. Even life itself.

So, you have no choice. You’re being given a last chance. Again. You’d feel even worse for not taking it than you would for failing at it.

You pull on a hoodie and grab your house key and your knapsack with your computer and notebook tucked inside. That’s all you really have. No phone, no wallet. Just the bare minimum.

You shuffle to the door, standing just inside as you muster your courage. You check your digital watch, an old Casio you’ve had for years. The numbers are dim and hard to read in the dark. You have to get going.

You emerge and go down to the kitchen to sneak a sip of water before you go. Your room is always so dry at night. You drain a glass and rinse it out, leaving it beside the sink. As you turn around, you hear your mother’s bedroom door and the slap of her slippers as she slinks in.

“Ah, honey,” she smiles dopily. You can smell liquor from there. She might even still be drunk as her hangovers usually keep her abed. “There you are! Oh, gosh, are you going somewhere?”

“Mm, library,” you answer, “for school.”

“Oh, smart girl,” she slurs. You try to smile but it’s shaky and weak. Your mom tries, you know that, so you can’t hate her. “Can you stop by the shop on your way? I got a twenty. Wouldn’t mind some vodka.”

You pick at a fingernail, “mom, I don’t... I don’t like buying that stuff.”

“Mm, I know, but I...” she sways on her feet and belches into her fist, “never mind. I’ll just ask Lee when he comes by.”

“He’s coming?” You ask warily.

“Sure, sure,” she turns and staggers to the fridge, “he must be missing me by now.”

She bends, leaning on the door as she opens it, and peruses the mostly empty shelves. You leave her and go down the hall. You grab your shoes and slip them on, once more stopping at the threshold. Keep going. You made it this far.

You let yourself out and lock the door behind you. You take the stairs down to the first level and continue out onto the street. You keep to the edge of the pavement as you weave around other pedestrians that pass.

Your lips move as you recite the directions to yourself. You were sure to memorise the route as best as you could. You get turned around but right yourself and make it to the corner when you can see the grey brick of the library.

You wait at the light before you cross and your heart begins to race the closer you get. Oh no, you don’t know if you can do this. You want to just run away. What if he sees you and changes his mind? I mean, look at you. You’re not some perky coed, you’re... you.

You stare up at the facade and the large letters over the entrance. You take the first step, then the next. You focus on that. Right foot, left foot. Little things, one at a time. You can do this. You have to.

#raymond smith #dark raymond smith #dark!raymond smith #raymond smith x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #the gentlemen #a guiding hand

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princesspsalot · 3 days

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Imagining him catching me masturbating. I’m laid on the bed with a little vibe on my clit, replaying everything he’s ever done to me in my head, I don’t even notice when he walks in at first, I’m too immersed in it. It’s only when he speaks that I realise he’s stood in the doorframe watching me…

“Aw, is that the best you got? That little thing?”

He then goes to the toy box and starts pulling out ropes, wands, plugs, vibes and impact play toys, the lot.

“See - this is much better, you can take so much more than that little one, don’t you think?”

Suddenly I have a wand strapped to me and a dildo plugging my dripping hole. His fun hasn’t even started yet, this is nothing.

Out come the handcuffs, instructed to keep them above my head or the spreader bar will come out. Then he puts nipple clamps on me, he really is dressing up his favourite toy. Cant forget the blindfold of course, what’s stimulation play without it?

Next come the spike roller and ice cubes… dragging the ice cubes around my body with his tongue. I can feel his breath tickling me as he dances around my body. Once I’m nice and cold, the spikey roller comes out. He’s using more pressure than usual, it feels so good I can’t help but whimper and wriggle around in pleasure.

He takes the dildo out and starts teasing me with his fingers. Only slightly putting them in, leaving them there waiting for me to beg like a good little slut.

“Please Sir, I’ve wanted you in me all day, please fuck me”

“Oh princess, you didn’t think I would give in like that do you? You’re to use for my pleasure, not yours, this is punishment not a reward - you didn’t ask if you could touch yourself”

“I’m sorry Sir, I won’t do it again without your permission, I promise, please - pleaseee fuck me”

His fingers go all the way in, thrusting in and out of me, the wand on the highest level. He puts his hand on my neck “take it then, but you can’t cum yet”. I’m already on the edge, I’m trying my best to keep it in but I can’t control myself, my senses are heightened and he feels so good.

“I said you can’t cum yet”

He takes his fingers out and shoves them down my throat, demanding that I clean up my mess.

“This is a punishment remember, guess I’ll have to go harder on you”

He drags me up, puts me on the end of the bed with my head hanging over the edge. “Open your mouth like a good whore”

Then he face fucks me until I’m nearly passed out and shoves me back on the bed and turns the wand back up to max. The dildo goes back in me to keep me plugged.

“Are you going to listen to me this time?”

“Yes Sir”

My pussy is dripping, my face is covered in spit. Im still blindfolded and the overstimulation is becoming more and more apparent. His hands are dancing over my body, groping my tits, scratching down my thighs and squeezing anywhere he pleases.

“Please fuck me Sir, I promise I won’t cum again until you say I can”

“You’re such a desperate little whore”

He ignores my pleads and keeps toying with the intensity of the wand, edging me over and over.

He takes the dildo out again and puts his tip at my hole, teasing the edge of it.

“Is this what you want princess?”

“Yes Sir, more than anything, please please fuck me, I need you inside of me”

“Such a shame” - he puts his tip in, listening to my whimpers and whines. He does one hard thrust and then turns everything off…

“Only good girls get what they ask for”

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dollhouse

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previous part

❥ summary: having to be with an old flame in the 75th quarter quell doesn’t exactly go to plan

pairing: finnick odair x fem! victor reader

warnings: brief sexual allusions | nothing else I don’t think

genre: ???

❥ words: 2.6k

notes: I totally could’ve written more butttt I hope you like it!!

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You take a step out from the elevator- hearing cheers from the audience waiting for the tribute parade to start.

Walking past the peacekeepers you grow nearer to the chariots but stop at the sounds of following footsteps.

“Y/n!”

You lift your head up and look behind- meeting the eyes of the boy from district 12, Peeta was his name.

This was the boy who was with Katniss?

You notice that the boy, Peeta, walks towards you, smiling his charming, if a bit dimpled, smile.

“Mind if I talk with you for a minute? Before we go out there for the parade?” He asked you, nodding to the chariots behind him.

You glance back towards the chariots- spotting Finnick and Katniss talking. Right, you had a plan to stick to.

Turning towards Peeta you give him a smile, “Sure, Katniss won’t mind?” You say a hint of sarcasm.

You believed that they did truly love each other- Katniss and Peeta, but Finnick wasn’t sure.

He smiles again, a bit awkwardly this time, as he glances to the side of the chariots where Katniss and Finnick talk to each other.

“Ah,” He says with a bit of hesitation in his voice. “Yeah, no, I’m sure she’d be okay with it”

“Good..” You say, eyes shifting around, “You both are lucky, you and Katniss..” You mutter out, eyes finally meeting his.

You knew he didn’t know what you meant by that, you knew he had no idea what you and Finnick were forced to do.

He smiles again, and this time it's a bit more genuine, more real, and his head tilts a little to the side as he thinks of a response.

“Uh, yeah,” He replies, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Lucky, yeah…”

He lets out an awkward cough, “Are you and Finnick…?” He trails off, letting the question linger for a moment. He doesn’t seem to be asking in an accusing sort of way, more of a curious one.

You let out a chuckle at that, looking away from him once more. You can feel a smile grace your lips, “That’s something complicated I’m afraid..”

Peeta nods understandingly, “Ah. I see…”

He looks off to the side, awkwardly, unsure as to what to say next. After a moment, he turns back to you, a gentle, curious smile on his face.

“You really care about Finnick, don't you?” He asks thoughtfully, gently.

“You really care about Katniss..” You say with a soft smile, not wanting to give anything entirely away, “I wish you the best of luck Peeta..”

Turning away you lock eyes with Finnick who gives you a grin. You get over towards yours and Finnick chariot.

“They certainly didn’t hold back with our outfits..” You mumble out, Finnick and you almost matching.

He lets out a laugh, his blue eyes looking over your outfit for a moment- before a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips and he looks up at you.

“You look ravishing, doll..” He comments, leaning in a bit, and placing a small and quick kiss on the side of your head.

You smile at his words but don’t say anything in response, you can feel his arm wrap around your waist as the houses start to move- rolling the chariots out for the parade.

He pulls you closer to his side, his body close to yours.

The sound of the drums echo through your ears, and the cheers are loud and overwhelming.

You try your best to smile, and Finnick does the same- putting on that charming and alluring charm with the cameras.

“Smile, beautiful..” He whispers into your ear, “We gotta put on a show.”

“I know Finn..” You whisper back, raising a hand to wave at the crowd with a smile.

“Johanna! It’s great to see you..” You say, an instant smile forming as you hug her, given the chance to talk to other tributes at the end of the parade.

“Y/n!” Johanna greets you with a smile, taking a quick once over of your outfit.

“Damn! They really put some effort into your clothes, huh?” She says, a smirk on her face. “I’m pretty sure my stylist is begging for me to kill them.”

You let out a chuckle at Johanna’s comment, her outfit definitely did represent her district- it just wasn’t very flattering.

“You make it look good Jo” You say with a smile.

She takes a step back, “Yeah I hope so!” She responds back sarcastically, hands on her hips as she poses for a moment.

She looks behind, her smirk widening with humor as she watches Finnick interact with a few other tributes from various districts.

You narrow your eyes at her, “What is it?”

Johanna looks back at you, a suggestive expression on her face.

“You two have been spending an awful lot of time together..” She comments, wiggling her eyebrows at you in a suggestive manner.

“It’s nothing Johanna..” You say, eyes flickering from hers towards Finnick.

Johanna rolls her eyes at your words, “You’re a shitty liar, doll..” she says.

She glances past you, eyes locking onto the figure of Finnick as he converses with some of the other tributes.

“The both of you aren’t exactly good at being subtle..” She says as she looks back towards you.

You let out a sigh, “Just don’t mention it to anyone else..”

“Relax Y/n,” Johanna remarks with a smirk, folding her arms. “I don’t plan on blabbing to anyone about your love affairs.”

She pauses for a moment, glancing back towards Finnick. “How long has it been going on?”

“Uhm..almost a year” You say softly, “He’s just been there for me..”

She looks at you for a moment, before her smirk returns and she lets out a snort, “Sure he has.”

She pauses for a moment and glances back towards him once more, “He’s been in you, I think that’s the correct answer”

“Johanna..” You say with a groan, “It’s complicated..”

In a sense it was complicated- neither of you had confessed to any feelings, but the looks and touch’s proved there were feelings.

Neither of you had mentioned anything to anyone, but if they looked close enough it was obvious.

Neither of you had actually accepted the fact that it was happening again.

She bursts out in laughter, unable to contain her humor from your reaction.

“He’s so whipped for you…It’s almost disgusting.” She lets out, taking a moment to catch her breath as her laughter slowly dies down.

Johanna then gives you a serious look, her brow slightly furrowing, “But if he hurts you…I’ll kick his ass. Understand?”

“Of course”

You glance around at all the other tributes training their skills, there weren’t really any good alliance options, not unless you wanted to join the careers.

You spent most of the time with Wiress and Beetee, despite the apparent disdain Finnick held against them.

Mindlessly you stand at a station weaving together and making a fish hook, “Not interested in training?” You hear a girl call out, glancing up you lock eyes with Katniss.

“Seems like you and Peeta took an interest in me..” You hum out, “Honestly I don’t want to be here- I’m sure you don’t either..”

Katniss gives you a small yet sad smile, “You got that right…”

She gives a look towards Peeta, who was training over at another station before her gaze returns to you.

She lets out a small sigh, “So, I think..that we could both help each other out…”

“In what sense?”

She shifts at the tone of your voice, “You can show me how to make a fish hook and I can show you how to shoot..”

You let out a small chuckle at her offer, “Oh I already know how to use a bow don’t worry..but I can show you how to make a fish hook..”

She raises an eyebrow at your words, tilting her head to the side slightly to get a better look at you.

“You know how to use a bow?” She questions, her voice laced with curiosity.

She shifts next to you, watching your fingers move as you make another fish hook, “That and a spear yes..”

Katniss’ eyes trail over your fingers as they expertly weave the fishing hook.

“Where’d you learn that?” She questions, eyes still trained on your fingers, her curiosity growing.

“I’m from district 4 and Finnick was my mentor..” You say with a hum, “Put the pieces together and it all adds up..”

Her gaze shifts from your fingers as she processes the information you just gave her- making the connection. Her eye widen slight in realization, and her head shifts slightly towards you.

“So..is Finnick..” She trails off, not needing to finish her question for you to understand what she meant to ask.

“That’s not something you need to be worried about..” You mutter out, your eyes looking up to meet hers.

Her eyes stay locked with yours, and she pauses for a moment before talking, “You two are close..aren’t you?”

It wasn’t really a question, she seemed to have already assumed the answer, her head tilting slightly to the side as she awaited your answer.

“You and Peeta seem close..” You reply, not looking away from her.

As you both stare at each other there’s a mutual recognition formed between you both.

Could you two be friends? No, probably just allies.

“Finnick?” You ask, head resting against his chest, “Do you think they love each other? Now that we’ve been around them..”

He lets out a soft hum at your question, his fingers trailing along your skin as he spoke, “Peeta seems to love her..”

He pauses for a moment, before continuing, “..but Katniss..I don’t think she has fully realized it..”

“Yeah, that would make sense” You reply, thinking about the two young adults from district 12.

“Are you nervous?”

“Don’t be nervous..you’ve already been through this..” Finnick mutters out lowly, holding your one hand in his.

“It’s just a score..really it doesn’t matter” He adds on, watching Beetee get up to be assessed by the gamemaker and others.

“Finn..it kind of does” You say, your eyes also following the retreating figure of Beetee.

Finnick let out a slight hum of disagreement as he leaned in towards you, placing his lips on your temple.

“It’ll be okay, doll..” He said softly. His thumb brushes along the back of your hand, rubbing gently against the skin.

He could tell you were nervous, there was no way you could hide that from him.

“District 4. Y/n L/n, report for individual assessment”

You slowly get up, feeling Finnick give one last squeeze to your hand.

You walk down the corridor, watching the door slide open you spot two peacekeepers. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Plutarch and a few others standing up there watching and waiting.

What were you going to do? What could you do?

You let out a soft breath, eyes filtering around the room, trying to find something. Actually, why bother?

“You didn’t do anything?” Finnick says, repeating the words you had just said.

“I don’t know! I don’t know Finnick!” You say, frustration starting to form, “Neither of us want to be here so why bother?”

His eyes stay locked with yours for a second before he reaches forward, his hands cupping the sides of your face as he pulls you in.

His lips met yours and the kiss was soft and tender as he kissed you.

You melt into his touch, being consumed by the feeling and thought of him.

Finnick slowly pulls away from you, “It’s okay..” He whispers out, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you Finn..” You whisper back with a smile.

There’s a small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips at your reaction. His eyes lock with yours, “No need to thank me, princess..”

You tug at the dress adorned on your body- one that was so similar to Finnicks own outfit.

Shifting in place you wait for your own interview with Caesar, despite the situation you did quite like him, he was certainly a unique character.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Capitol Doll…Y/n L/n, victor of the 66th Hunger Games!”

Letting out one last breath you walk out with a smile on your face, hands wavering towards the crowd- you let your eyes wander up towards the few other victors who went before you.

“So lovely to see you again Y/n!” You hear Caesar say, a smile etched on his own face.

“It’s amazing to see you too!” You say, moving to sit in the chair next to his, “I’m so happy to be here with you all!”

As your hands make contact with the arms of the chair you sit down- crossing your legs over the other.

With a bright smile plastered on your face you glance over to Caesar, his gaze is locked on you- excitement gleaming in his eyes.

“The Capitol is just buzzing to watch you!” Caesar greets with excitement, taking in your outfit.

“Well, I’m certainly happy to accommodate!” You say with a laugh, placing a hand on his arm.

The crowds and audience are eating it up and Caesar flashes you a smile.

“With your beauty and charm..how could they not be so excited?” He remarks, chuckling slightly at his comment.

“You flatter me Caesar!” You respond with a bashful smile.

He lets out another laugh, a look of humbleness spread across his face.

“Oh my! I just tell the truth!” He comments, hand resting on the top of his heart.

“Anyway, tell us dear, how have you been?”

“Well I’ve certainly been better, it’s a shame really that we had to meet again under these circumstances, but I’m trying to look at the bright side of things!” You say with a smile- a fake one if anyone paid great attention.

He flashes you a sympathetic smile, his eyebrows scrunching together as he nods gently in understanding.

“Of course…” His tone softening just a bit as he speaks, “I know the feeling.”

He then takes a breath, placing a smile on his face once more as he turns back towards the cameras, “Now, let’s get on to our questions!”

“Of course!”

“Now my favorite question..” He remarks, turning back towards the audience.

“Do you have anyone special back in district 4?” He questions with a smile, his gaze shifting back to the audience to soak up their excitement.

A small smile forms on your face, “Unfortunately..yes I do..”

Excitement immediately spreads around the Capitol’s audience and a knowing smile forms on Caesar’s face.

“Oh?” He inquires in surprise, tilting his head to the side slightly, “Who is the lucky person?”

“Well Caesar..I’m not one to kiss and tell” You say with a smirk, eyes flickering towards the cameras.

The audience erupts into cheers as you finish answering the question- it’s exactly what the capitol loves.

A smirk forms on Caesar’s face at your answer, enjoying the audience reactions as they cheer.

After a few more questions it’s finally Finnicks turn, you get up from your spot, waving goodbye you walk the stairs towards the platform by the other tributes.

You silently watch Finnick walk out, the audience cheering and even screaming for him- and you couldn’t blame them.

“Finnick…I understand that you have a message for somebody out there. A special somebody.” Caesar says with a chuckle, looking from Finnick to the crowd.

You could see Finnick smile- one that you knew wasn’t all real.

“Can we hear it?” He adds on softly into the mic.

“My love, you have my heart for all eternity and if..if I die in that arena my last thought will be of your lips.”

Were Finnick’s eyes always looking into yours?

You stare back into his eyes- yours wide in shock. What was he doing?

“I love you”

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notes: like I stated above previously i totally could’ve put in more but I’ll save that for another part!! let me know about any comments or suggestions!

I should get to work on another part to this and my requests soon! ☺️

❥ taglist: @hi-im-fan-trash @laylasshiftingtonight

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livelaughlovesubs · 2 days

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Yessssss yes yes! He looks so proud of himself, how can people not laugh? He makes me laugh and I would just encourage his jokes just so I can see the sparkle in his eyes, he's probably so giddy smdmdndj he's so cute I wanna kiss him senseless

The only way Cyno's a top is a service top, I know just he'd meltttttt into a puddle of love especially when you praise him! Call him a pretty boy, call him the goodest boy in the world!

I just know you could make him cum from praise, he's so used to people looking at him with fear/apprehension, but you're different you've always smile at him and speak to him in such a gentle manner and he's gotta tug his helmet sometimes when you look at him with so much unfiltered adoration in your eyes.

I'm not saying that you've pulled him into a secluded corner to steal a few kisses, he pretends to be annoyed with it yet the way he leans into the kisses says otherwise (he's just lil shy, listen he's never really dated before). I just know that he loves forehead kisses and neck kisses too.

Definitely sensitive, cutie's used to roughness because of his job so gentle touches will drive him wild. Gentle caresses are gonna make him squirm and whine, so so so incredibly sensitive to gentle touches it's so cute watching him writhe.

He might have scratches on his back from a passionate night, honestly he doesn't notice them and had done his usual patrol the next day and was so confused about why everyone seemed off. This man smh 😔he's so dumb and I love it.

The way this man has me in a chokehold is unreal, I cannot wait until his next rerun that twink will be mine 😤

I'm sorry for rambling it's just I don't have anyone to talk about sub Cyno, people are cowards because this man is such a puppy. He's so damn loyal once he locks in a relationship.

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Okay sorry it took me a while to answer BUT I couldn’t bring it over myself to give an half-asset response to this beautiful beautiful thing.

First I totally agree, I don’t know how anyone could be intimidated by him. He’s literally so ahhhh, the same with xiao. I also headcanon that his abdomen or waist part is the most sensitive, cuz his waist is so cute and adorable and it would be soooo cute if he was really sensitive there. Like just grabbing his hips and caressing them gently gets him all flustered and squirming in your grasp. Some people wonder how you can date him without looking scared, but oh boy. Oh boyyyyy.

He wears so little clothing too! If you don’t like showing off, you have to be careful about where to place the hickeys. Cuz he wouldn’t even notice that they are there, just going on about his day while people are flabbergasted. But if you do like bragging about what’s yours, go for it and mark him up everywhere!! Even if he sees them, he’d love them too much and be too proud to cover them up. So what’s the big deal with everyone? It’s a well known fact you two are going out, why are they so surprised to see some teeth marks on his neck and shoulder?

Cyno is literally such a puppy, he’s suuuch an adorable little dork. It makes one want to see him blush 24/7.

Anyway, I approve of it. Though I don’t have him neither, havent logging in for quite a while. I can’t download the new update cuz I’m installing other gacha games to try them out and my storage has def seen better days 🫠

#nini!rant #🐇 anon #cyno #genshin cyno #cyno x reader #cyno genshin impact #Cyno genshin #cyno fluff #cyno smut #sub Cyno #sub genshin impact #sub genshin

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The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 4/7 - Echo

Warnings: Hurt/Angst/Comfort/Fluff/Love Confessions

Masterlist

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

This is a continuation of this request :

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Echo

You are alone with Echo. It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, but it's not too warm. Pleasant conditions for working on the outer hull of the Marauder. It's nice to be alone with Echo, you can talk to him, his attention is only on you and the work you're doing together. It's not often that you're alone together, and every time you do, you promise yourself to talk to him about how you feel about him. But every time you back out and don't tell him. He is always attentive to you, polite, a gentleman, he is anything but dismissive, and yet you are very nervous every time. Today, however, you are determined to confess your feelings to Echo, you just don't really know how. You decide to try dipping your toes in the water first. It seems like a good idea to test what he thinks. A tentative, “Hey Echo,” escapes your lips. He smiles.

“Yeah?” You think for a moment about how you should phrase the sentence before you speak. You want to say the right thing and get an answer from him that you can do something with. “Have you ever thought about looking for a partner? You know, now that we live on Pabuu and all.” Echo raises his eyebrows in surprise and pauses in his work. His eyes wander back and forth thoughtfully for a moment, then his brows draw together critically, and you watch him carefully, feeling the nervousness creeping up inside you again. “No, I haven't really thought about it, not seriously anyway. I spend most of my time working with Rex, with the rebellion. I haven't really retired like the rest of the squad. There's still far too much to do out there.” A quiet, thoughtful, “Hmm,” comes over your lips. That's not exactly what you wanted to hear. Suddenly he adds, “Apart from that, I'm not exactly a great catch, finding a partner might be difficult”

To emphasize his words, he taps his scomp-link arm against one of his artificial legs. You really didn't expect that, and you didn't want to hear it from him. You actually want to talk back and tell him how adorable he is and that anyone would be lucky to have him by their side, but you don't really dare, not yet. You blink, a little nervously. The feeling of heaviness settles in the pit of your stomach. Somehow you had imagined the course of this conversation to be different and, slowly but surely, your courage is failing you. But you don't want to give up just yet. “You've really never thought about it? There is no one who could have awakened this thought in you in any way? Someone who could arouse your interest?” You see his jaw muscles flex, he grinds his teeth, seeming to weigh the words he wants to say. Echo sighs softly and finally says, “No, not really” Your heart sinks for a moment, but then something unexpected happens. Crosshair, who is walking by in the background, grumbles softly, “Liar”

Echo turns around, startled. Irritated, he grumbles, “Where did you come from?” Crosshair continues walking, without turning around he shrugs his shoulders and says dryly, “From the depths of space” You both watch as Crosshair disappears around a corner of a house, then your eyes meet. A nervous smile twitches at the corners of your mouth, while Echo suddenly seems to have a little more color in his face. You ask, curious as well as nervous, “Does Crosshair know something I don't?” The thought that Echo might already have a secret love affair comes to you, and the heaviness in your stomach turns into a full-blown mountain. But of course you don't want to let it show, but you still want certainty. Echo scratches the back of his neck nervously with the scomp link. “Why are you so interested in this?” he asks back, "Any particular reason?"

You shrug your shoulders uncertainly, avoid his gaze and say quietly, almost in a whisper, “Maybe I was hoping you liked me as much as I like you” You hear his footsteps coming closer and finally look at him again. “That's why you asked? Because you like me, um, romantically?” You say meekly, “Maybe” Echo smirks. “ Won't you just admit it?” You bite your lower lip as you feel the smirk infect you. You ask bolder than you feel, “What do I get in return?” Echo looks at you mischievously and takes one of your hands in his. “How about the first of many kisses?”

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ikkosu · 9 hours

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—IT was certainly a sight to see, especially so when it’s not so often that you’d witness the Autobot SIC waddle into your office just as he did now, cutting their discussion short — panting and chagrined as though he’d a run a mile from wherever he left.

“Apologies for being so late.” Prowl straightens up. He tries to ignore the heat of warmth crawling up his neck at the sight of two optics boring into his helm. A question unasked, and one not willing for an answer.

The worn medic and the Prime exchanged discreet glances. The former sported a questioning look, curious at the uncustomary tardiness.While, the Prime is more drawn to the peculiar state of his second in command. Who often was — almost always — impervious to unkempt grooming. There, the obvious scratches along the ridges of his doorwings glinted under the light. And, the unpolished metal plating on his chassis is seemingly chafed. Looking at him now, he’s all but kempt.

He made a mental note to ask him about that later. When he’s calmed down enough to be compliant, of course. If Prowl was rooked into some kind of mental turmoil with no means of expressing it — Optimus would consider his leadership to be a blunder. He’d never forgive himself if his Chief Strategist were to befall an ill kind of omen. One, from the malicious intent of his own servos because nobody else was there to help him out of it.

“Traffic?” Ratchet mused.

Prime shoots him a look, but it was clear the medic wasn’t backing down.

“The shuttle was congested.” Prowl replies back coolly, locking his gaze.

Optimus nods in agreement. “I can imagine it must be hard to navigate through the halls with so many autobots. Wheeljack proposed we widen the hallways for easy transport. So your tardiness is as understandable as it is forgiven, right old friend?”

“Right.” Was all Ratchet said.

Prowl bristles slightly at his tone. Internally, Optimus sighs. “You don’t seem convinced.”

“He’s not often late to a debriefing so it is something unusual…”

“We all make mistakes once in a while, Ratchet.”

“Sure. I guess we all do.” He smiles. “Even the prim and proper enforcer does. Had a good rest last night? Heard you clocked out early.”

Prowl opens his intake. Then, shuts it. He became warm. Immediately reminded of a place he’d rather be — this morning, in his habsuite and your soft body on top. The noises he had wrung out of your lips. Above, below and behind, his hip against yours. Your grin, your hands, on his—

Prowl groans internally. You’re left unsatisfied and the thought of what’s to come later instinctively made his panel clamp up. Foolish little human testing his patience. At the face of Ratchet’s interrogation, if the medic is in his ruthless mood, his secret on the downlow is now privy to be heard on full display. Along with the many more ‘severe’ ramifications following if the knowledge of him managing to bed the human liaison is divulged. Especially, the younger mechs who had been so intent on courting the liaison.

“Yes,” He says, an edge to his tone. “ I made adjustments to my berth and it was adequately comfortable.”

#Mentions of smut #valveplug #Was bored and wrote this between writing notes for my studies ehehe #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #idw prowl #prowl x reader #prowl #transformers idw #Ratchet #Optimus

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dozeydaisy · 14 hours

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Yes Captain, Sir, ... Daddy?

CW: Swearing, Panic Attack-ish Daddy Kink

You've messed up. Like immeasurably so. And now you have to tell Captain Price that, there's nothing you want less in the world.

Gender neutral reader x John Price No use of Y/N

Inspired by this post on Tumblr & originally reposted as a reblog. Posting again so I can link it in a pinned post.

MDNI! - Minors do not interact!

You're scrambling, heart pounding in your chest, panic choking your breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It wasn't supposed to go this way dammit. Your hands start to shake as the panic sets in. You swear you had triple checked this order, you'd read and re-read the requisition sheet from Captain Price even going so far as to check with him when you struggled with reading his writing. How had it gotten this fucked up? The 141 were going to be delayed because of your mess up, they wouldn't be able to deploy. Because of you.

You gulp in air, trying that square breathing, counting to ten, but the frenetic mess that was your mind would not slow down. Hands still shaking you smoothed the front of your uniform. You were going to have to tell him, he needed to know, and you were no coward. Summoning what inner grit hadn't vanished in your panic you start the short trek to Price's office. It still goes too quick and you're wavering right outside the slightly cracked open door working yourself into a tizzy trying to get up the nerve to knock.

"In ya come." Rumbles the Captain's voice. Of course he knew you were there. He always knew. Breath stuttering you open the door and step to the front of his desk tugging at the front of your shirt nervously. You dare to look up and meet his eyes and all that breath you fought for vanishes. The kind blue eyes mirror the gentle smile hiding under his mustache for a moment before the lines around his eyes crinkle and his gaze goes sharp.

"What's wrong?" His tone sharp. You gulp. You gulp again.

"Th-the order sir...." You manage to stammer out and god you can feel his eyes skewering you. You rush out the rest "It'sallmessedup. Nothingisright. I'msosososorrysir."

He stands up abruptly at your words, gaze still sharp as he holds his hand out and barks "Order summary?". Oh for fucks sake.

"I... I forgot it in the bay sir. I'msosorrysir" you squeak. Fuck your voice hadn't done that since highschool. He stomps around the desk and off down the hall without a backwards glance, leaving you scrambling after him. You're panting, babbling apologies, you have no idea how this happened, you always triple checked the order, hell you had quadruple checked this one, you're so sorry sir. Thank god the bay is empty save for you and him so at least you don't have witnesses to your brain becoming soup.

Fed up with your stream of consciousness narration Price whirls and pins you with that look. Hand outstretched waving you off, his brow furrowed, eyes disappointed, and that delicious mouth turned down in anger. Anger at you. Your mind trips. It fumbles.

You stammer out "I'm so sorry Daddy!" and freeze. Ice floods your veins. You thought your panic dial was turned up to 10 before, you now realize it can go to 100. You can't think, you can't breathe. You can't see Price floored, frozen same as you.

All of a sudden there's warmth all up your front as you're crowded back into the nearest wall. Panicking your hands come up to his chest and flutter away as you realize it's your Captain's chest. You look anywhere but at him, literally quaking in your boots.

"Say it again" comes a deadly low voice. His voice.

"Wha-" is all you manage to squeak out again your brain not keeping up at all. When all your senses are overwhelmed and there's the delicious scratch of a beard against your chin, and breath and teeth on your neck, wrists suddenly gathered in a warm palm and pinned above your head.

"Say. It. Again" is growled into your skin as he nips you.

You're not capable of thought and it's automatic at this point.

"Yes daddy." You breathe and he groans. Low, deep, and delicious against you as his tongue brands your neck, a thick thigh working it's way between your legs. His calloused fingers burning your stomach as they slowly work their way under your shirt, the scratch of his hand twisting your stomach as you burn.

This man is going to ruin you.

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 4 hours

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Writing prompt-ish?

Adam is homesick. It’s really obvious to everyone, but they assume he just misses the luxury of heaven. Until at some point Adam says something about how long it’s been (having only been in hell for a few months at most) and it takes a second before it clicks that he’s homesick for Eden. In heaven he didn’t feel that homesickness so much because it was like a vacation, there were plenty of good things to distract him. But in Hell those good things aren’t there and the sadness catches up with him. He’d definitely stick around Lucifer more since he was in Eden too.

Do with it what you will :)

- Indigo (similarly homesick and projecting)

Awwww 🥺 I'm sorry you feel homesick.

"I can understand missing heaven but it's only been six months. You'd think he's been here for years." Angel said from his spot on the couch.

Lucifer shook his head. "It's not heaven he's missing."

Charlie looked at her dad questioningly. " Where else has he- Oh! That makes so much sense." Adam missed the garden of Eden.

Lately everyone had noticed that the fallen angel had been down in the dumps. Adam would either take to staying in his room or if he did come he'd stick close to Lucifer, likely because he was there.

Lucifer had heard Adam say on occasion that he just wanted to go home, he thought he meant home to heaven. Now that he knows it's Eden he's missing, well, that garden is long gone forever destroyed. He could never go back.

"Maybe there's a way to help him. Ideas?" Charlie asked.

"I say just let him suffer."

"Vaggie!"

"Sorry babe, but it's Hell people are meant to suffer. God knows that asshole deserves it." Vaggie crossed her arms.

"What if you got him a plant for his room? Or twenty?" Angel added in his two cents.

That actually gave Lucifer an idea.

Adam laid on his bed, blanket wrapped tightly around him. He wanted nothing more than to be back home in the garden of Eden, to see the vibrant colors, feel the soft grass between his toes (not that he had toes at the moment because, you know, hooves) to just be at peace in his home.

Lucifer reminded him so much of the garden, he tried not to make it obvious by sticking close to the king when he did leave his room. It was just a comfort, the only thing left from his home.

Without the pleasures of heaven to keep him occupied, Adams mind was free to roam and think about Eden more than he'd like.

His eyes pooled with water. Fuck he just wanted his home back.

"Adam?"

"Ahh!" Adam jumped at the sound of Lucifer's voice and gave him a light glare. "Fuck don't you knock?"

"I did. Three times."

"Oh..." Did he really not hear it?

"Come on I want to show you something." Lucifer gestured and sighed when Adam didn't move. "I think it'll help you."

"Doubt it." Adam got out of bed anyway and was led through a portal. His eyes widened when he looked around at where they were. "What is this?"

"It's not Eden, not even close. But I hope it helps."

They were standing in the middle of a greenhouse that was covered from head to toe in plants, flowers, a couple trees and even grass on the floor. It was as if someone took bits of the garden and placed it inside.

"I know you've been homesick lately. I hope this helps." Lucifer said scratching the back of his neck.

Adam just looked around in awe. "You did this for me?"

"Well, kinda but I understand if you don't -" Lucifer was wrapped up in a hug that caught him by surprise.

"Thank you, Luci."

Oh. Well, that's the first time Adam has called him that since the garden. With a smile Lucifer returned the hug.

"You're welcome, Adam."

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bellysoupset · 2 days

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asking for a tiny fic request of the aftermath of one of jon’s vertigo episodes with leo as a very concerned caretaker

"Leo," Jonah groaned, as his fiance shoved him back on the couch unceremoniously when he attempted to get up, "I'm fine."

"No, you ain't," Leo scoffed, shooting him a death glare, "I don't want to see you up and about any time soon, there's nothing that's urgent enough to get up for and I can get you whatever you want."

Jonah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew Leo was only worried, yesterday's night had been a nasty vertigo episode that stretched well into almost dawn. Every time he so much as turned his head it felt like the whole world was twirling and catapulting upon itself; His stomach had decided the best way to help with the circumstances was to get rid of everything Jon had eaten since, maybe, kindergarten... And the episode had hit him so out of nowhere that Jonah had caused a minor car crash in the garage of their building.

He had been driving Leo's car, because the blonde was feeling sleepy after a heavy dinner, and promptly decided to drive straight into a wall when his brain went haywire. Part of Jonah was extremely glad Leo's old, beaten up, 2005 Ford Freestyle would finally have a reason to go, but the bigger part of him was mortified by being the motive his boyfriend had a large purple bruise on his forearm, where he had braced against the dashboard.

"I know you're worried," Jonah tried saying, his voice calm and diplomatic, "I know yesterday was scary, but-"

"No buts," Leo continued to move around, a hurricane of worry and neurotic energy. Jon wasn't sure the blonde had slept at all last night, not even a blink, and that probably explained his bitchy mood, "you drove into a wall. You're still super dizzy. We have a balcony. I want you sat-"

"I'm not going to fall off the balcony," Jon rolled his eyes and tried once more to get up, "it's across the room and we have a net sealing it off anyway because of JD and-" he was talking and pushing himself up, his bladder begging for relief and Leo let out an angry huff and dropped what was in his arms — yesterday's mess, clothes stained by vomit and their hot to go box of food that had collapsed on Leo's lap — and crossed the living room, shoving Jonah back down like a big bully.

"Jonah! I'm serious, stop being such a stubborn asshole all the time-"

"I'm going to pee my pants," Jonah said between his teeth, glaring at Leo. The shoving back certainly didn't help the woozy feeling he still sported, like his head was badly screwed to his neck, "unless you let me get up and go to the bathroom, like I've been trying for the past ten minutes."

"Oh," Leo's whole face turned cherry red and he scratched at his cheek, embarrassed, "Well- Why didn't you just say so!?"

"I've been trying, but my huge pain in the ass of a boyfriend-"

"Don't say that," Leo pouted and Jonah rolled his eyes, his teasing tone having apparently gone over the blonde's head.

"Baby, I'm fine, I promise you. It's just aftershocks-" He never quite finished his sentence, as Leo looped an arm around his waist and pulled him up, half supporting his weight, "uh- Like I said, I don't need-"

"I don't give a shit what you think you need," Leo wrinkled his nose, dragging him towards the bathroom, Jonah trying to squirm out of his hold... But it was actually quite nice to know he wasn't about to walk into a wall (again) or accidentally step on JD (again again).

"Are you planning on helping me pee too?" He teased lightly, when Leo entered the bathroom with him, "Wagner, get out of here."

"You have nothing there I haven't seen yet," Leo said, huffing, but he did let go of Jonah's waist and then turned around, standing to the door much like a bodyguard, "you terrified me last night."

"I know, I'm sorry," Jonah cringed, then glared at his fiance's head, "I can't pee with you watching!"

"I'm not looking!"

"You're ten inches away from me! Get out of the bathroom!"

"Prude much!?" Leo rolled his eyes, but there was a smile coloring his words and he did stomp out of the bathroom, pulling the door ajar, "you've never had stage fright with me befORE!" His voice went up as Jonah groaned loudly and grabbed on the sink in order to haul himself to the door and slam it shut.

He let out a sigh, resting his forehead on it and laughing quietly to himself as he heard Leo's voice loud and clear through the wood, "DON'T LOCK IT!"

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glorious-spoon · 2 days

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I am still feeling soft about Madney so them with 27 please!

27 - sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold. here you go! :D

It's too cloudy for her to actually see the stars, especially with the glow of the campfires all around them, but the sky is darker without the ever-present glow of the city lights, and it feels peaceful. Maddie kicks her feet out, closer to the fire. The night cools down rapidly up here, and her jacket is still in the car. She could get up and get it, just like she could get up and put another log on, but it's been a long day—a long, beautiful day, a leisurely hike under the blue, blue sky with Jee in the backpack carrier, a picnic lunch, the fumbling laughter of setting up their site as the clouds rolled in. Howie has a campfire permit that he renews on a yearly basis, but they've never actually been out together, and it turns out that they both wildly overestimated their skill at setting up the complicated three-room tent that seemed like such a good idea at the camping store.

They managed it, eventually, even with Jee's help. And then dinner—over the camp stove instead of the open fire—and s'mores that Jee took great joy in smearing all over her face. And now to bed, at least for her: Howie is still in the tent, but the rise and fall of Jee's questions and his patient answers has finally given way to silence. It's not impossible that he's fallen asleep too, Maddie thinks with a smile. In a little while she'll go check, and if he has she'll nudge him awake so that he can sleep on the fancy air mattress instead of on the hard ground next to Jee's bed. In just a little while. She stifles a yawn.

Behind her, the tent unzips quietly, and Howie ducks out. He puts a finger to his lips when she looks back at him.

"Is she asleep?" Maddie asks.

"Out like a light."

"It was a long day," she says with another yawn. A shiver rolls through her, and Howie laughs quietly.

"Want me to put another log on?"

"I don't know how much longer I'll be awake," Maddie admits. "We should probably just let it go out."

"Mm, okay." He ducks back inside. Maddie squints after him, but despite the glow of Jee's little night light through the blue polyester, she can't actually see what he's doing. When he reappears a minute later, it's with a blanket slung over one shoulder. He zips the tent back up and crosses over to her.

"Here, scoot over," he says, and Maddie wedges her butt into one side of the camp chair, laughing quietly.

"You really think we'll both fit?"

"Hey. We always make it work." He slips in beside her, shifting so that she can sling her legs over his thighs, and he's right—it does work. It probably won't be comfortable for long, but for right now it's really nice, feeling the warmth of his body against her, the faint scratch of his stubble against her cheek. He smells like wood smoke, a little bit, over his familiar aftershave. It's really nice. Even nicer when he drapes the blanket over both of them, tucking it under her shoulder. Maddie smiles and snuggles into it.

"How did you know I'd be cold?"

"It's always freezing out in the desert at night," he says, looping an arm around her. She leans into his shoulder. "Besides. You were shivering earlier, and your jacket is in the car."

"Hmm," she hums, lifting her chin just enough for a kiss, which he gives her with a meltingly sweet smile.

"So is this alright?"

"Yeah," Maddie murmurs. She kisses him again, then tucks her face back into his warm neck while the fire crackles softly and their daughter sleeps in the tent behind them. "Yeah, this is perfect."

#911 #911 fic #madney #madney fic #maddie buckley #chimney han #prompt fic #my fic

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kenntolog · 14 days

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𝝑𝝔 an: soooo i hope u like this!! read more here!!

cool boyfriend sukuna, who lives with his older brother jin and his little nephew yuuji, bringing you home for the first time since you started dating.

he was always reluctant about you meeting his family because he knows they will make a fuss about it and overall sukuna hates it when people pry into his personal life, which is what they usually do.

of course, jin itadori has noticed that he’s been absent — coming home from university to change and then leave or sometimes just not being home until late night — and has made sure that he isn’t hanging around with druggies or something like that like the responsible adult he is(he just annoyed sukuna into saying ‘fuckin’ hell, i’m not into drugs, i’m just hanging out with my girl!’ while yuuji makes sound effects for the drama of it).

so it’s not long before sukuna finally tells you to get ready to come over to his place. the excited squeal you let out makes his ears bleed, but it’s okay, he thinks with a small smile as he stares up at your window from below your building and waits for you to call him a little later so he can pick you up. he waits for you dutifully and you don’t disappoint him when you come out of your block; looking like an angel sent from above in your white sundress and pretty hair and soft makeup.

he can’t stop his lips from stretching wider as you shyly approach him, looking at him with an expectant gaze, waiting for him to say something.

“aren’t you all dolled up and pretty. ‘s that for me or my brother?” he teases, keeping his hand in his pocket to not ruffle your neatly straightened hair.

he doesn’t expect an answer but you still surprise him, holding onto his shoulders to peck his cheek softly and then move to his ear to whisper, “for you, ‘kuna~”

sukuna sucks in a breath and closes his eyes for a second, contemplating whether he still wants to go to the dinner or push you back into your room and have fun with you on your bed.

“let’s go, ‘kunaa! don’t wanna be late!”

he rolls his eyes and settles you into his(jin’s) car before taking his spot at the driver’s seat and stepping on the gas.

the ride is filled with the soft tunes of your favourite songs(yes, he loves you that much to let you connect to his speakers). you sing along quietly, too immersed in your own thoughts to notice sukuna covering his smile with his free hand, and watch the road, letting the wind blow back your hair and grinning softly. seeing you this excited about meeting his family spreads warmth through his chest.

though, when the car reaches his building, you seemingly get nervous, hand shyly holding onto his to stop him from leaving as you look up at him unsurely.

“what if they don’t like me?”

he flicks your forehead with a roll of his eyes while you shriek and rub the spot soothingly, “if they tolerate me, there’s no way they won’t like you.”

“you’re not that bad, ‘kuna.”

“oh, you don’t even know, baby.”

he tries to ease your nerves on the elevator ride; hand tickling your waist so you smile, lips planting soft kisses onto the revealed skin, reassuring you that his brother and nephew are far less judgmental than he is. the walk to his front door consists of you trying to run away while sukuna tries to tug you back.

and it’s really inconvenient that his front door opens exactly when his hand is raised to hit you on the back of your head so you come to your senses and stop you from being a dumbass. sukuna sighs, scratching his neck instead, while you bow down hurriedly in a greeting.

you feel your face heat up until there is a pair of much smaller feet with different socks in sight and lift your head to lock gazes with a carbon copy of his uncle, little yuuji itadori. he beams at you like the sun itself, so bright and intoxicating, “i’m yuuji! nice to meet you!”

you can’t help but smile back at him before standing straight to introduce yourself to sukuna’s brother and nephew properly.

to sukuna’s surprise, the dinner is far more pleasant than he ever imagined it would be. it’s filled with your and jin’s soft talking, occasionally mixed with sukuna and yuuji’s bickering, but mostly jin asking you about yourself and you responding. you treat jin with respect, evident from the way you think about your answers and ask if it’s okay for him to answer his own question too, and sukuna is happy to see that you two clearly like each other already.

not even talking about yuuji, who can’t seem to take his attention off of you; his small fingers playing with the dangling charm of your bracelet, eyes trained on your pretty face as he listens to whatever you’re telling just as attentively as his father and uncle. sukuna isn’t even gonna deny that it’s a very cute sight.

at some point, before dessert, jin tells him to come and help with the dishes after politely declining your offer to help.

“she’s very sweet.”

“yeah.”

he smiles when he hears yuuji’s laughter from the other room along with your giggles. jin smiles too, continuing to wash the dishes.

“and very smart.”

“damn right she is.”

jin nods, nudging him so he starts drying off the plates. “so how come she chose you?”

as much as sukuna wants to jump on his brother for the implication that he’s not the best of choices(before reluctantly accepting that it’s not that far from the truth) he knows the answer to that question, the corners of his lips curling upwards as he busies his hands with work.

“i chose her first.”

at that, jin stares at him with a surprised look in his bright eyes. they finish washing the dishes in silence and move to the living room once tea is ready.

meanwhile, yuuji is sitting on the couch with you by his side. he’s making origami for you(well, at least he’s trying) while he rambles on about his day and you listen so attentively that sukuna even wonders whatever the hell he’s talking about.

he enters the room with lazy steps and falls back on the armchair with a heavy sigh, catching your gaze and winking at you. you look away with a small smile, refocusing on yuuji who’s gone silent at the moment. the little boy sits closer to you, urging you to lean down with a chubby hand. you oblige, waiting for him to say something in your ear. you giggle at that, hand coming up to cover your mouth before you whispered something back into yuuji’s ear. that makes yuuji all giggly and excited as he wraps his small arms around your neck and places a smooch on your cheek.

sukuna watches the interaction with a soft expression on his face, eyes halfway open and a sweet smile playing on his lips, his fist barely covering the lower half of his face, before he hears a ‘click!’ and turns to see his brother with a camera in his hand.

jin’s smile reminds him of the smile he had when he first had yuuji in his arms. so warm it’s probably enough to melt away a whole iceberg. sukuna feels his chest tighten before wondering if he can make you something more than just his girlfriend for the first time.

+ bonus!

“what did that little dipshit whisper to you?”

“he asked if he was cuter than you.”

“and you said?”

(you said yes.)

“heh, i told him you were the cutest, ‘kuna.”

#— miya writes!#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk x reader #sukuna ryomen x you #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader

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saetoru · 8 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ 4:08 AM — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fluff, established relationships, sleepy n cuddly toru :(, just needed to write this to cope with the 236 manga leaks i guess. i just love him tons sobs i need him happy and loved and peaceful

“hey,” you poke satoru’s chest, hearing a low groan rumble under your cheek, “toru?”

“hmm?” oh. he sounds a little tired—maybe you should let him sleep.

“you awake?” you ask anyway.

“am now,” he mumbles—well, he’s already awake, so you might as well indulge in it now. “need somethin’, sweetheart?”

“jus’ missed you is all,” you pout—that makes him grin despite the way he yawns, all wide and smooth even as he fights the sleep in his eyes. you feel just a bit guilty, reaching to cup his cheek and running a thumb over his eyelid carefully.

“yeah?” he chuckles quietly, “‘m right here. you still miss me?”

“yeah,” you whisper, “always miss you. even when you’re right here.”

satoru’s grinning into your cheek as he leans down and presses a wet kiss to the skin—he can’t possibly be mad that you’ve woken him so late. he can’t be mad when it’s you, and it’s him, and it’s each other.

sleep can wait, there’s always time for that later. but there’s never a moment where he wants to risk counting on later when it comes to you.

“what’d you miss about me?” he hums, nibbling on your earlobe as his head buries into your neck. you shift, letting his body tuck against yours as your arms wrap around him—he feels safe like this, somehow. infinity doesn’t make him feel nearly as secure as the way your arms do, tight and warm and made just for holding him.

“dunno,” you murmur, “everything.”

“love me that much?” he asks cheekily, “me sleeping right beside you isn’t enough?”

“no,” you huff, “you can’t pay attention to me in your sleep.”

“my needy baby,” he snickers, rubbing circles into the small of your back with his large palm. he’s warm against you—you can feel the rhythm of his heart as it beats against your body. he’s pressed so close to you, that not even air can slip through the cracks.

truthfully, you don’t know why you wake satoru. you don’t know why you can’t sleep—you just know that you need him. here. now. always. forever. more and more and more and even more.

“toru?” you ask quietly, making him hum as his eyes droop back shut slowly—he must really be tired.

you stare at him fondly, stroking his hair as he sighs happily at the feeling. and then you press a kiss to his forehead, to his cheek, to the corner of his eyes where they crinkle when he smiles, and to those lips of his that always find yours no matter how long it takes.

he always comes back to you. always. he never won’t—that much you trust.

“got somethin’ on your mind, baby?” he asks slowly, voice thick with sleep. you giggle, scratching at his scalp as he smiles lightly.

he dozing off—you watch him, hopelessly endeared.

“i love you,” you whisper, “need you to know that. love you so, so much. kay?”

he cracks an eye open—stares at you like you’re the reason his heart ever started beating, like you’re the only one that could ever command it to stop. every inch of his face is laced with love so gentle, you can see the way it makes his skin glow.

you love him. you’re sure he loves you. that’s all you need to know it’ll be fine. everything else is an afterthought—just as long as you have satoru.

“woke me just to confess your love for me?” he gasps, “you’re down bad. real, real bad. i must be a super handsome, totally awesome boyfriend. i do try,” he says cheekily.

you giggle, rolling your eyes as you pinch his cheek.

“be humble, you jerk,” you say exasperatedly.

it sounds more like you’re in love. too much fondness slipping into your voice that it might make your teeth hurt from how sweet. satoru’s always had a sweet tooth, though—he accepts your love graciously, like it’s never too much.

if fact, it might just not be enough. he needs more, more, more.

“can’t,” he says slowly, yawning again, “you waking me up just to love me is a bit ego boosting.”

“this was a mistake,” you scoff—its playful, it’s fond. it sounds like deeply falling headfirst.

“aw c’mon,” he pouts—and then he’s brushing his lips against your neck a he clings closer to you, curling into your body with his six-foot-something stature as you pull the blanket tighter around him, “love you too. what was it you said again? oh, right—so, so much.”

“good,” you hum, nodding in satisfaction. “you better.”

“i do,” he chuckles, “can i sleep now? or are we gonna start talking about all the things we love about each other? cause i can stay up to listen to that, of course.”

“go to sleep, you idiot,” you scoff.

he grins. you press one last kiss to his forehead as you count the soft breaths he takes while he falls back asleep.

you love him—it’s all you ever want to do.

i cried while writing this and i cried thinking about the leaks and i cried while reading the leaks and i cried and cried and i’m tired of crying. gege when i catch you gege 🔫

#teepods.writings #drabbles.#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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alexthetrashyracoon · 2 months

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Simon wants to marry you.

This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.

So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.

He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.

Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.

When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.

Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.

Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.

But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.

"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.

"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"

"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.

The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.

Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.

He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.

"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."

"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.

His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.

Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.

Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.

But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.

He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.

"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."

"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."

You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.

"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."

Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost x you #cod x gn!reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader

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