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worldlxvlys · 2 months

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Heyyyy could you do a Matt fic where she has to use their safe word bc hes just too big ykykyk..

And then they start again but this time he goes like really slow and talks you through it?!??!,!,!,

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relax

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, cream pie, bath tub sex, use of safeword, fingering

a/n: since y’all wanted packing matt according to this poll.

this is realllyyyy fluffy, hopefully you like 🫶🏾

my face was warm as my eyes fluttered open, being met with a stream of sunlight trickling through the open blinds.

matt’s arm was secured around my waist, holding my body close to his as his breath tickled my neck.

our legs were tangled together under the blanket, making us as close to each other as humanly possible.

feeling me begin to stir, matt placed a gentle kiss to my neck before speaking, “good morning, baby”

i moved around slightly, gently stretching out my sore limbs.

“hi, matt” i spoke as i continued to shift my body around.

it wasn’t actually morning, we were just waking up from a much-needed nap.

suddenly, his hands shot out to my waist. his grip was firm as he held my hips against him, halting my movements.

“matt, what-“ i started, but cut myself off when i felt something hard poking against my thigh.

“sorry” he whispered against my neck.

“don’t be sorry, baby” i spoke as i rolled my hips back into his, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“let me help” i spoke as he guided my hips to rub against him.

he groaned into my neck, gently nipping at the soft skin.

i turned to face matt, abruptly breaking the contact that my hips made with his, pulling a whine from his mouth.

“matt” i spoke as i cupped his jaw in my hand. he leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed.

“i need you to fuck me” as soon as the words left my mouth, matt’s eyes flew open.

“what?” he spoke, eyes widening the slightest bit.

despite being together for several months, we had yet to have sex.

there wasn’t any particular reason, things just never escalated further than wandering hands and heated kisses.

“i need you so bad, baby” i spoke, leaving a kiss on his shoulder.

“are you sure?”

“yes, matt. please”

“if you need to stop at any time, just let me know” he spoke before moving his hands to my waist.

“ok” i whispered, placing a kiss to his cheek.

he played with the waistband of my pants, silently asking if he could remove them.

“take them off, matt” i whispered to him, prompting him to tug them down along with my panties.

the cool air of the room hit my warm pussy, making me rub my thighs together.

picking up on my desperate actions, matt quickly rid himself of his clothes.

“you’re so beautiful” he spoke, his voice still raspy from having just woken up.

he pumped himself a few times before running his tip through my folds, eliciting a low moan from me.

“you ready?” he asked as he hooked my leg over his, giving him better access.

“yeah” i breathed out.

he lined himself up with my needy hole, pushing himself in.

he slid his cock into me slowly, watching as my pussy swallowed him whole, inch by inch.

his dick stretched me out, creating a stinging sensation that intensified as he pushed himself in further.

i tried not to show the pain on my face, not wanting to worry matt.

when he bottomed out, my face scrunched up, which he instantly picked up on.

“you ok?” he asked as he rubbed gentle circles into my waist.

not trusting myself to be able to speak without crying out in pain, i simply nodded my head.

“what’s wrong? use your words baby”

i gritted my teeth together, “i’m fine, you’re just really fucking big. just give me a minute”

“take your time” he said, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing my knuckles.

while he waited for me to adjust to his size, he focused on leaving kisses to my neck and chest.

after waiting a while, i gave him the go-ahead to start moving.

having to wait so long seemed to excite him, as his pace quickened before i was ready.

i squeezed his bicep as i tried to breathe through the pain, waiting for it to turn into pleasure.

i began to become frustrated as i came to a realization; i wasn’t going to be able to finish.

not only was it painful, but i’ve never been able to finish in the past from penetration alone.

i felt tears prick the corner of my eyes and i pressed my hands to my forehead as i began to overthink.

thoughts of doubt and self-judgement filled my mind, overwhelming me.

“red, red, red” i spoke quickly, needing a minute to calm down.

matt’s hips immediately stilled inside of me, and his fingers moved to wipe the stray tears that fell down my face.

“hey, hey. what’s wrong ? did i hurt you?” he asked as he cupped my cheek.

“you’re just so big and it hurt so bad” i spoke, watching as his face morphed into a concerned one.

“and i-“ my breathing went ragged as i tried desperately to control myself.

“hey, ok. hold on- let me pull out. sorry, this might hurt” he said as he grabbed my hand and slowly began to pull out.

i let out a hiss at the feeling, and he squeezed my hand reassuringly.

“squeeze me if you need to” he said.

i squeezed his hand as he finished removing himself from me, letting out a sigh of relief when he was completely out.

he pulled me into his chest, hugging me as he rubbed my back gently.

“do you wanna stop there?” he asked as i clung onto him.

“no, i wanna try again. i just..” i trailed off, not knowing how to tell him about my insecurities.

“what? what is it?”

“there’s something wrong with me” i told him.

he pulled away slightly to look at me, “what?”

i sighed before continuing, “it’s just hard for me to finish sometimes”

“there’s nothing wrong with that, baby. if you have trouble, we’ll work through it, ok? i got you, always” he said before placing a sweet kiss to my lips.

“thank you” i smiled, giving him a light peck.

“of course, baby.” we laid there like that for a little while, lazily kissing each other.

“i think i’m ready now” i spoke once i was fully calmed down.

“yeah? how about we try something different? i’ll run us a warm bath, and we can try it in there. this way you’re nice and relaxed” he spoke gently, running his hands along my arms.

“that sounds great” i smiled up at him.

once the bath water was drawn and at the perfect temperature, we got into the bath.

my muscles instantly loosened up in the water and i let out a sigh of contentment.

matt sat on his knees in front of me, leaving light kisses on my lips.

“there you go, baby. just relax” he lifted one of my legs above the water, holding it up as he littered my thighs and calves with kisses.

he placed it back into the water, and gave the exact same treatment to the other one.

“gonna stretch you out now” he spoke as his hands found their way between my folds.

i nodded my head at him and let it fall back, eyes fluttering shut as he pushed a finger inside of me.

i let out a moan as his finger opened up my narrow walls.

his finger moved slowly and sensually inside of me, allowing me to feel every ridge and knuckle that pressed against the spongy tissue.

“fuck, matt. give me more” i moaned as i pushed my hips into his finger.

he instantly added in another finger, stretching me out even further.

“feels so good” i sighed out, eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“think you can take a third? you’re doing so good for me, my love.

“yes, please. need it so bad” i whined.

he wasted no time in adding a third finger in, making me hold onto his shoulders.

the sound of my moans and the water lightly splashing around us as my hips rocked into his hand echoed through the bathroom.

“you ready?” he asked as his fingers slowed.

“yeah” i spoke as i rested my hands on the edges of the tub.

he gently held onto my hips, rubbing his cock against my lower stomach.

once he felt that he teased me enough, he lined himself up with my entrance.

he pushed his lips to mine as he entered my hole, and he took my boobs into his hands.

he focused on pinching and flicking the nipples, trying to help distract me from the pain.

i groaned into his mouth as he stretched out my pussy even further.

he stayed still inside of me, his lips gliding against mine smoothly as he waited for me to adjust.

“you ok?” he asked.

“yeah, i’m good” i responded, squeezing his arms.

“doing so well for me, baby” he said as he continued to massage and fondle my breasts.

the stimulation to my chest took my focus away from the pain and onto the pleasure.

“ok, you can move” i spoke as i tapped his arm lightly.

he gently began to push his hips into mine, causing the pain to start again.

he leaned forward, taking one of my tits into his mouth, eliciting a moan from me.

my hand shot to his hair, pulling and tugging on the roots as he put his tongue to work.

the pain slowly faded away as i found myself lost in a state of euphoria.

between the feeling of my muscles relaxing in the water, his attention to my boobs, and his cock pressed against my velvety walls, i was gone.

my brain was fuzzy, and i was barely able to put a comprehendible sentence together.

“look at you, taking me so well. my perfect girl, look so pretty like this” he praised me.

he had spent so much time working on my boobs, they now were covered in dark marks.

“matt” i moaned his name as he looked down at me, pressing his forehead to mine.

“love the way you say my name, wanna hear it like that for the rest of my life”

my eyes rolled into the back of my head when he placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing quick circles on the bundle of nerves.

his dick brushed my g-spot, as his deep thrusts pushed me closer and closer to my orgasm.

his tip repeatedly kissed my cervix, and i clenched around him at the thought of him being so deep inside of me.

“o-oh my god! where- where do you want it?” he struggled out as he attempted to hold back his orgasm.

“i’m on the pill, fill me up baby” i moaned as our lips brushed against each other.

his free hand went back to rubbing my nipple between his fingers, making me drop my head onto his shoulder.

“i’m so close, matt. i- oh my god” i moaned as he sped up his movements against my clit.

“me too, baby. you got it, let it all out” he said.

i lifted my head up, my nose brushing against his.

“matt, i’m cumming! holy shittt” i moaned as my mouth hung open against his.

“me too, fuck” he groaned as he shot his seed deep inside of me.

my body shook against his as i released all over him.

my body continued to twitch against him as the aftershocks of my orgasm hit me.

“i got you, mama” he whispered as he held my body against his.

after a few minutes of our lips moving against each other’s sloppily, matt pulled out slowly.

my face scrunched up slightly at the feeling as he slid out of me with a pop.

“can you stand? wanna take a shower?” he helped me get up to my feet, and sat me on the toilet seat as he drained out the dirty bath water.

when that was done, he turned the shower up to a nice temperature.

we showered together, washing each other off and placing light kisses on each other’s skin.

once finished, he wrapped me in a towel and did the same for himself.

i gazed at him lovingly as he helped me get dressed, letting me steal his hoodie to wear.

notice my staring, a small smile made its way onto his face, “what?”

“nothing, just admiring” i said.

“where do you wanna go eat?” he asked, grabbing my waist.

“you pick, i’ll treat you” i said as my arms wrapped around his neck.

he chuckled at this, “i don’t know why you try, you know i’m not letting you pay”

🌸🌸🌸🌸

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 months

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I love that The Ghost and Molly McGee's forced cancellation isn't just frustrating to fans of the show but to people in the animation industry as well. They're just as sick as we are about how much studios disrespect animation. They keep looking for the next Spongebob, Simspons, or goodness forbid Family Guy, but instead having faith in the creators and their content, they just...wait. They wait to make a profit and do the bare minimum to market their shows and make them available.

Let's look at Gravity Falls for example. I remember that when Gravity Falls was still airing, you would be able to find out a new episode was coming out based on coming across a commercial by random chance or by the people working the show promoting it online. Add that with the fact that it was on a different channel that required you paying MORE for your cable to get it. It WAS available through Disney Channel, a channel more available at a cheaper price, but the entire of Season Two got moved to the more expensive Disney XD, where Disney shows go to die, because...REASONS. With no warning or announcement. I think I found out about Gravity Falls moving to Disney XD because the trailer played during a commercial break. And that's just the START the show's problems. Mixed in with poor marketing, the show would have a crazy inconsistent schedule, where we'd have four episodes a week, a few months of NOTHING, a few more episodes a week, nothing for a few months, a random episode playing between that nothingness with next to no promotion, and all of that happening to the rest of the show until it finally died a slow death with its series finale where four episodes got stretched out for six months. That...is NOT okay. And it doesn't stop with Gravity Falls.

Steven Universe, OK KO, Ducktales 2017, Amphibia, The Owl House, and now Ghost and Molly McGee are all shows that had similar and sometimes WORSE treatments as Gravity Falls did, where the networks gave next to NO marketing, the creators had to promote their own shows themselves, and the airing schedules were so inconsistent with wildly long hiatuses that only the most dedicated fans were willing to keep watching. General audiences (mainly kids) weren't willing to keep up with shows that had ongoing stories if the episodes stories kept being too spaced apart and never had reruns as frequent as other shows like Teen Titans Go or Big City Greens (Or whatever's constantly on network TV nowadays. I don't know. I mostly watch shit on streaming).

The people of the animation industry is catching onto all of these tricks, and they're getting sick of it. They're getting sick of inconsistent schedules. They're getting sick of trying to bend over backwards in every possible way to make the show they wanted. By either making serialized content as episodic as possible so the network could air it more or by condensing their stories as much as they can, already expecting that forced cancellation to happen sooner than later. And in some cases, they don't even get the luxury of being told their show is ending. Did you know that Inside Job and Paranormal Park both had seasons that were already in development before Netflix pulled the plug shortly after releasing new episodes of their shows? Did you know that The Ghost and Molly McGee was already working on a Season Three before Disney shut that down so they had to force out a series finale that would still be good despite the cancellation? Because it's true. It's ALWAYS true. Creators want to make MORE, but the studios won't let them because they didn't profit off of it. Except they WOULD HAVE if they treated it better.

I want kids to grow up with characters that stick around through their childhood, just like I did with mine. I want kids to have their own Ed, Edd n Eddy, Codename: Kids Next Door, Phineas and Ferb, or Kim Possible. I want kids to watch shows that last more than two-three seasons, stick around for years, and leave an impact as if they have all the time in the world because to them, it feels like they do. I want kids to have a show that ends on a high note because the creators wanted it and not because the networks demanded it. But the unfortunate thing is that it doesn't seem possible nowadays. Because if a mostly episodic show like The Ghost and Molly McGee fails, despite being charming and inoffensive and something most kids will love, the what hope IS left.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #gravity falls #steven universe #ok ko #ducktales 2017 #amphibia #the owl house #disney #cartoon network #netflix #animation #rant

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antiquarianfics · 8 months

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Slow Down

An object in motion stays in motion until acted upon by an outside force. In this case, you’re the object and Bucky is the outside force.

a/n: i’ve been so busy, so this is self indulgent. i work full time, am student teaching, and have my own classes. what’s a moment to breathe?

warnings: none! just your run of the mill unproofed comfort fic.

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It had been a busy few months. You had been sent on mission after mission, had to fill out paperwork galore, had to attend a government gala on behalf of the Avengers, and had to fit training in when you weren’t doing all that. So, yeah. Busy.

You’re tired. So tired. It’s the kind of tired that you start to get comfortable with. It seeps into your bones, enters your blood stream, and enters your lungs like oxygen. It becomes apart of you, and you become accustomed to the exhaustion, become able to operate on 4, 5 hours of sleep.

You’re so tired because you’re going so fast, doing so much. You aren’t even aware of how your relationships begin to suffer, how your health begins to suffer. In fact, you don’t even slow down enough to get your bearings until someone stops you.

“Woah, hey, slow down!” Bucky exclaims, his left hand reaching out to grab your bicep.

You skid to a stop, a few steps past Bucky. You turn around a little frazzled.

“Oh, hey, babe! Almost didn’t see you!” You quickly lean up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I do have to go, though. I’ve gotta get a workout in before that press conference Fury organized.”

Bucky lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you close and trapping you in his arms.

“Doll, when was the last time you just took a second to breathe?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Bucky says a little indignantly, “you’ve been busy—really busy. You’re barely sleeping and I don’t think I’ve seen you sit down to eat anything in weeks. I miss you, and I’m worried you’re going to burn yourself out.”

You stare into his face, taking in the worry etched in his brow, the concern in his eyes, and the downturn of his lips.

Then, you take a moment to consider his words. You know you’ve been busy, but have you really not been sleeping? Eating? In fact, when was the last time you really sat down next to Bucky outside of a quinjet? You’re not sure, and when you realize as much, it’s like the glass wall breaks. You feel the exhaustion that had seeped into your bones, your blood, your breath. You feel yourself sag, falling into your boyfriend’s arms.

You let out a deep breath as a few stray tears begin to fall from your eyes. You don’t know what to say, but you know Bucky is right. You’re tired, running on fumes, and now that you’ve acknowledged it, you feel it.

“I’m so tired, Buck,” you admit as he pulls you close against his chest, arms wrapping around you protectively.

“I know, Doll. I know. You’re allowed to rest. You deserve to rest. You don’t have to do everything for everyone all the time,” he assures.

“How about I tell Fury we won’t be at the press conference? There’ll be enough Avengers there; they won’t miss us. And we can watch a movie and order a pizza.”

You nod.

“Yeah, ok. That sounds nice.”

So, you do just that. Bucky cancels your appointments and orders food. He takes you back to your room, lets you shower, gets some warm pajamas for you to change into, queues up the movie, and finally cuddles up next to you on your bed. The two of you just sit together, enjoying each other’s company, making comments about the movie and sharing anecdotes with one another for as long as you feel like. Finally, towards the end of the movie, you feel your eyelids begin to get heavy.

“Bucky?” You call tiredly.

Bucky hums in response, letting his fingers play gently with your hair.

“Thank you.”

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hdusa · 7 days

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that was my first time watching a lifesteal stream in like 6 months i dont know what is going on in season 5 at all . the red sky was kinda awesome. guns were scary. i hope u kill more people soon ^_^ will be trying 2 tune in more - @renchant

I can try to summarize the entire season in like 3 paragraphs it’s going to be so terrible and long I’m so sorry watch me do it here we go

So basically… lifesteal season 5 begins…. There’s a group called the PMC that consists of MinuteTech LeoWook and ClownPierce and since they’re all big strong men they beat up every other team on the server. Eventually the PrinceZam + Pangi pirate team group up with Gucci Gang (Bacon Parrot Mapicc) to beat them up because they’re really strong and scary. Eventually Clown stops logging on so they feel the need to form a new team called the Phantoms with Vitalasy Jumper and Reddoons and they go around jumping people by staying logged out and then all logging in at the same time after someone’s lured to a location. It got them a PrinceZam kill but they failed against Mapicc and Bacon. Tons of fights happen that are just PMC vs Gucci Gang + Me or LaLa Legion (Spoke Ash Ro Planet) vs Us or whatever. Eventually new members get added, Squiddo Pentar Jepex Wemmbu. There’s a gay wedding between Parrot and Ashswag. Squiddo kills the entire server at a birthday party. I made 200 backup maxed out armor sets. Midmystic makes Pangi and I an awesome pirate base and lastly a chunk of the server lowkey stop logging on.

Because of the void left by the players that are now gone (Parrot, Vitalasy kinda, Reddoons, Poafa, Woogie, Vort3x etc) Mapicc and I have no choice but to find a way to make things awesome again. We build a void trap at spawn and try to lure Minute and Planet over, successfully killing Planet (this is ok because he’s a 20 heart monster this season btw!!) Bacon joins us and decides we need two extra members so we invite Pentar and JumperWho as well. Together we formed a team called The Abyss, a group of players that want to revive the server by destroying it. By making ourselves the big bads of the server every time people logged on their goal was to kill us so that we’d stop making our void hole at spawn bigger. They tried other things like filling the hole with water and obsidian but those all got fixed relatively fast. One of the things they did was find my secret base and steal all 200 of my armor sets. This made me really mad so I destroyed the entire PMC base. After months of constant fighting over this big dumb hole to the void at spawn eventually we come up with an end goal. We were going to turn the entirety of spawn island into void. While working on this insanely large project we get jumped and after like 5 battles where Planet just keeps dying but his teammates live, he bans himself in the void hole. Before doing so he asks what our goal is so I told him activity, and he says “well in that case I guess in a way I’ve beat you”. This was like cold asf so we immediately switch gears deciding we need to make our plan way awesomer and cooler so we add a puzzle for them to solve!! It’s super long and if they couldn’t finish it in 7 days the entirety of spawn would be turned to void. Our team immediately got to work running big bedrock break machine and cleaning out layer after layer. However, as this is all happening Wemmbu Squiddo and 4CVIT reveal that they have a massive canon that will blow up literally EVERYTHING on the server unless we give them 50 hearts. They blows up 4Cs entire beautiful base to show they’re not joking around. Minute and his group are able to find the canon and break it saving the server but for a moment the entire server was united against Wemmbu and his team. The Abyss goal was completed before our final project even began which sucked, but we kept moving forward. To get people interested Minute (temporarily) added Rekrap2 Back To The Server!!!! He was here to help them finish the puzzle and after a week of us racing to void everything while they solve our puzzles, it was over and they had won. The 5 of us now had to jump into the void but that’s when JumperWho revealed she had been a mole the whole time. For 3 months of constant work on the void hole, she was betraying us. Relaying everything to Minute and his team. Filled with rage Mapicc decided to bomb her base but ended up with Clown Leo Minute Jumper and potentially more on him. I came to help but I wasn’t ready to fight Jumper, somebody I’d been allies with for 3 months. I managed to escape but I couldn’t believe it. Afterwards Pentar also left our team leaving just Mapicc Bacon and I.

The next paragraph is basically everything that’s happened since so basically the last month or so. To fix the lack of order on the server players could now run for God! Mapicc, Minute, Squiddo and 4CVIT/Reddoons decided to run. Simultaneously Branzy was now working on a carnival which was really cool! During one of the games I rigged it so that Jumper would die which was silly revenge but then for serious revenge me and Mapicc tried jumping her. Unfortunately she got Minute to save her leading to us losing badly. Afterwards the presidential god stuff starts taking priority and to campaign we ask a bunch of people to vote for us. In the end we came 2nd place, and Pentar as well as Pangi voted against Mapicc. Pentar made sense since he never said he would vote Mapicc, but Pangi had quite literally betrayed all of our trusts by voting for Squiddo. Also Minute came dead last despite helping everyone on the server regear and also saving them from void and the canon which is hilarious. The winners were 4C and Reddoons who instead of actually running themselves chose to give their presidency to CaptainSparklez! It takes him a while to join and during that time period to fill the lack of things going on Mapicc and I start an all out war against Jumper. It started with a silly spar against MinuteTech that ended up turning into a 2v2 against Jumper as well. We got them to run the first time around but the 2nd time we just lost badly. The next day Jumper said she’d deliver stone from Vitalasys old base to Midmystic so we hid in Vitalasys base all day long. It was taking a while so I changed my discord pfp and name to match Mids and got her to log on 😭😭. Once she showed up we killed her. Minute logged on and she ended up coming back but we escaped with me on the brink of death. Because of this they were angry angry at us but we didn’t care we wanted to make them more mad. We started base hunting and found Minutes somewhat old base for the anti abyss people. While searching the base Minute showed up so Mapicc got there and we 2v1d him. During the fight we spawned a wither in the base bombing the area and revealing a third of the 200 armor sets I had stolen from me during the void arc!!! Eventually Jumper showed up so we decided to run away taking our win. But after this we had another fight where they jumped us at my base and we ended up losing after an extremely long and hard fought battle. Before this I forgot to mention but Bacon Mapicc and I brainstormed a team name as well as an end goal, SPOILERS NO LIFESTEAL MEMEBRS READ BEYOND THIS!!!!

STOP IT! DO NOT READ AHEAD LIFESTEAL MEMBERS!!!

Essentially we wanted to reset the server to how it was on day one, breaking apart every team and then resetting every area back to how it looked on day one. With this goal in mind I realized we’d need to actually be able to kill people so I needed to get past being on 9 hearts. 4C/Red made hearts literally uncraftable so I had to kill. This segment is really cool there’s a 10 or 20 minute clip of everything that happens and if I tried to explain it I wouldn’t do it any justice but I’m sure somebody will link it below. Anyway after the awesome clip moment I’m evil now so I try to kill Pangi. I lead him to our old day one base and get him to help me repair it but he is wayyy too sus of me. I eventually muster up the courage to block off the bases exits and ask him over and over why he voted Squiddo, as this was supposed to be revenge for that. However, MinuteTech logs on and arrives at the base leading to them 2v1ing me but I end up escaping. We scream at each other before I leave to set up a new base. Later that night Pentar calls with Mapicc and I to join our team. Thanks to him I’m basically able to fully regear myself after losing almost everything to all the fights we had with Minute and Jumper. I end up on 12 hearts by this point and I think that’s most the shenanigans wrapped up, all that’s left is the captain sparklez stuff which this specific asker has already seen I think. For anyone else I personally believe this should be vod watched!! Up to you of course but I’m sure someone else on here would be willing to summarize that specific event sometime.

I spent an hour writing this on my phone before bed and I can’t believe it took this long. I thought it’d be shorter. Sorry!

#hello it is me princezam #sorry for making this so damn long #I didn’t know I was evil #this was so unprompted too Lmaoo #My mistake!#actual ask hijacking

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makaias-trashheap · 11 months

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Introducing his gf to his stream

(So I’ve read a few different posts that involve Kenma introducing his s/o on a stream for various reasons...so this is by no means an original idea 😅 I just figured I’d try my hand at it. So kudos to whoever came up with this beautiful concept)

Kenma leaned back in his gaming chair finally relaxing after spending a little over an hour on the last boss he was fighting. He decided for the last hour of his stream to let his viewers ask questions, since they were always curious when it comes to his personal life. Unsurprisingly the question about his relationship with his girlfriend came up again, mostly asking if he was ever going to introduce her to them.

“I mean that’s not entirely up to me, but I can ask if she would maybe be ok with it.”

The chat exploded with excited comments asking him to ask so they could meet you. They’ve heard your voice and seen when you’ve brought Kenma a snack or something to drink while streaming, never more than your hand or forearm, but enough to know that you exist. He read over the chat again before sighing and smiles slightly, “You guys really want to meet her that badly?”

He chuckles at the confirmation that once again blows up his chat, “Alright, give me a couple minutes to go and talk to her and I’ll see what I can do.”

He mutes his mic and slides off his headset, setting them on the desk before getting up and making his way back to your shared room to see if you were still awake. Peeking his head in the partially open door he smiles seeing you sitting up in bed working on your latest crochet project, your switch laying abandoned in your lap. Sensing someone watching you, you stop working and look up at the door smiling when you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, “Hey,” you quickly glance down at your switch to check the time, “finishing up early tonight?”

He shakes his head, “They’re bugging me about wanting to meet you again.”

You chuckle and shake your head going back to working the yarn in your hands, “They certainly can be lively huh? So did you come in here because you’re thinking about giving in?”

“Would you be ok with that? I want to make sure I respect your privacy and I don’t want to push anything. If you aren’t comfortable with it I can tell them no.”

You look back up at him finishing off the current row of your project you were working on. You guys had talked about the possibility of him introducing you on one of his streams but he wanted to see if the excitement would die down first. You trusted Kenma when it came to making sure that you would be able to safely appear on one of his streams considering how long he had been doing it at this point. You tie off your project and set it aside climbing out of bed, “Alright let’s go do this.”

“You sure?”

You smile and nod holding his hand, “So long as you don’t mind that I mostly look like I just rolled out of bed.”

He smiles and squeezes your hand heading back to his gaming room. He settles into his chair keeping ahold of your hand and pulls you in to sit in his lap wrapping his arms around you. He reaches out to unmute his mic as the chat starts to go wild, “You guys wanted to meet her, here she is.”

You smile slightly and wave, “Hi, I’m Kodzuken’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you.”

You manage to catch a couple messages here and there but can barely keep track of the chat with how rapidly people are commenting.

‘OMG SHES SO PRETTY!’

‘Wait so Kodzuken plays videogames all day and still manages to pull girls.’

‘Teach me your ways!’

Kenma chuckles as your eyes fly across the screen trying to reach the chat before blinking hard. He leans back in his chair pulling you to fully relax against his chest, “I know it’s a lot, I can read off a few questions I’m catching.”

You nod reaching to fidget with one of his hands as Kenma scans over the chat.

“They wanna know how long we’ve been together and how long we’ve known each other.”

“Oh jeez…we’ve been together since we started college so…7 years. But we’ve known each other since high school.”

Kenma traps your fingers with his and turns his head to kiss your cheek keeping his chin on your shoulder, “No she isn’t much of a gamer.”

You glance at Kenma as he answers and then smile and shake your head turning back to face the monitor, “I don’t have the patience or honestly the skill for it. I play games with him occasionally like Minecraft or Animal Crossing, but crafts are more my thing. Like this,” You gesture to Kenmas beanie he was currently wearing, “I made this for him a while back.”

You two sat there like that answering questions for a while, Kenma occasionally blocking the user of a hateful comment that managed to slip it’s way in.

“Alright guys we’ve gone over a bit and I’m sure she’d like me to come to bed with her for once, so I’ll see you guys later.”

He closed the stream and sighs burying his face in your neck, “Maybe now they’ll be happy for a while.”

You chuckle and squeeze his arm, “Come on let’s go to bed, I had to fight to keep myself awake while we were doing this.”

He lets go of you and you stand up turning to grab his hand and pull him to his feet. You two make your way back to your room Kenma taking off his beanie and his hoodie before climbing into bed and pulling you to against him, “Thanks for doing that.”

You lean up and kiss him, “Of course, now get some sleep, you sound exhausted.”

He grunts and buries his face in your hair falling asleep fairly quickly.

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The Babysitter (32)

The Right Person

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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The Right Person

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of the older woman slipping out of your arms, your body pressed up behind her as your arms were snaked around her body, keeping her as close as possible on the smaller bed. A sleepy sigh left you as you moved your arms a little to make it easier for her to leave your grasp, back arching as you stretched on the bed, blinking your eyes to adjust to the light streaming in through the curtains, the older woman moving her hand up to her face out of your sight, a small sniffle just about reaching your ears.

"Hey," you coo, moving to sit upright, the sheets falling down your body as you move to lean back against the headrest, face filling with concern as Wanda doesn't turn around. "Wanda, come here," you softly murmur, moving to the edge of the bed and slowly wrapping your arms back around her body, pulling her closer to you. She doesn't reject your touch but you notice how she moves her head so you can't see her crying, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as she tries to control her emotions.

"I'm ok Detka, go back to sleep," she whispers, voice wavering as she tries to keep calm, not wanting you to fuss over her but still a little appreciative of your constant care. You don't let up on your hold on her waist, instead you pull her closer while moving to kneel on the end of the bed.

"We don't have to talk about anything, just don't hide from me, please," your tone a gentle murmur as you press a kiss to her shoulder, another sniffle escaping her before she turns around in your arms, tears spilling from her eyes and resting on her cheeks. Your hand brushes away the few that linger on her skin, her eyes watching you as yours gaze lovingly and tenderly into hers, a soft, reassuring smile taking over your lips as she moves closer to you. Your body moves back slightly on the bed as she joins you back on the soft mattress, your arms wrapped around her body as you pull her impossibly closer, her head resting against your shoulder as she leans back against you, eyes fluttering close to stop the other tears that threaten to fall.

The two of you sit in silence after that, your mind wandering while you feel her body gradually relaxing against yours, her fingers playing with the ends of the clothes you were wearing, your fingers rubbing soothing patterns against her skin. Your thoughts are a mess but you try to separate them, needing a clear head to be able to be calm. You're scared for Natalya, scared that at any moment Wanda will get a phone call like you did, the news nothing but heart-breaking, but you try not to dwell on those thoughts. You needed to be strong for her, just like she is for you when you need her.

"I'm scared," she whispers after a while, not daring to open her eyes as she speaks her thoughts, not wanting to keep them all bottled up any longer. You remain quiet, simply listening to her voice her worries as she lets her head move to the crook of your neck, finding a feeling of safety and security slowly washing through her. "What if she can't recover?" a shaky breath leaves her, "What if she doesn't remember things? Or struggles with moving on her own?" her fingers anxiously pulling at the threads of your shirt, "What if she doesn't even make it out of the hospital?" her voice cracks at the end, a choked sob leaving her as your arms cradle her as she buries her head against you. Your soft murmurs of comforting words only spur her on to cry more, the gentle words of 'let it all out' and 'I'm here for you' helping her express the true fear and worry she was feeling without being judged.

You can feel your own heart breaking with every cry that leaves her lips, the older woman clutching onto your shirt as she sobs against you, body shaking in your arms as there's nothing you can do to help her, to help Natalya get better. All you can do is try to ease her worry.

"I've got you," you whisper, pressing a delicate kiss to the top of her head as her cries eventually quieten, the sound of her shaky breaths and sniffles the mixing with your quiet words. "I think you're focussing too much on the 'what ifs.' Try thinking about the facts," you say cautiously, not wanting to sound patronising but more logical than her as she was clearly only dwelling on the negative potentials. "She's in the hospital which is the best place for her at the moment. The doctors are the best people to help her get through this stage, so I know it's hard feeling like you can't help but all you can do is wait until the doctors know more. Then you can prepare yourself on how to help her as much as possible," your voice a soft murmur as Wanda listens to your words, hating how you were telling the truth. She didn't want to wait, she wanted to know her mother was going to be alright. She just wanted her Mama.

"She's going to get through this Wanda, she's so strong," you whisper out, praying your words would be true, "And there's no way she'd leave Erik to deal with you and Pietro, you'd both drive him mad," you add a little teasingly at the end, hoping to get some small sign of happiness out of her.

When you hear a breathless chuckle, then the feeling of her lips tugging up a little against your skin, you smile to yourself, glad you were able to make her feel some sort of happiness, even if it was only short lived.

"How do you go from sounding so mature to sounding so... Y/n," she mutters, voice containing hints of playfulness while you furrow your brows in faux offence.

"What is sounding like Y/n supposed to mean?" your tone amused as she lets her hand slip under your shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of your skin against her, your body jerking a little at her cold fingers.

"Sorry," she murmurs in apology, "I don't know how to describe it," she says, pulling back from the safety of your neck to gaze into your eyes. You notice the worry that still lingers within the green pools, but also the love and care she has for you, "It's just you always somehow seem to make me smile, even when I don't feel like it."

You can't help but smile at her words, inevitably causing the one on her face to grow a little bit wider at your softening gaze.

"All I ever want to do is see you smile," you murmur with all the love you have for her, "So if sounding like Y/n is what I've got to do, then I'd do it forever just to see you happy," your words a little teasing but still heartfelt, causing her eyes to gloss over with tears of happiness instead as she's never felt so emotionally about someone, her love for you almost overwhelming as she pressed her lips to yours softly, trying to convey how much you mean to her into the kiss.

"Thank you," she mumbles against your lips, closing the gap once more to indulge herself in the comforting feeling of your lips pressed against hers, her forehead resting against yours. "I love you, I love you so much," her voice a mere whisper as you smile against her lips, her lips copying yours.

"I am pretty loveable," you mutter after a moment, her chuckling against you before silencing you with her lips, moving her finger to press against them when she pulls back, signalling for you to stay quiet as she leans back against your body, savouring the peaceful moment.

***

Walking into the hospital with the Maximoff family, you followed behind the two men, walking side by side with the older woman to approach the receptionist desk, your eyes widening at who was behind the desk.

The woman from yesterday noted down who was visiting Natalya, her eyes remaining on you as her brown raised suspiciously at your awkward and timid stance. Wanda's brows furrowed as you stuttered a little on your words, your fingers drumming against the edge of the desk again as you waited impatiently for her to note your name down.

"How is your mother-in-law?" the receptionist asks and you send her a fake smile, cheeks burning red as you can see everyone's head snapping over to look at you.

"She's um," you stammer out, not liking the way Pietro chuckles at your nervousness, Erik's face confused while Wanda's seems indecipherable, "She's apparently woken up now so we're just going to go," you grab Wanda's hand and lead her away from the woman who seemed to want to make life difficult for you, hoping that Wanda would forget about the interaction as they had news that Natalya was now awake.

You don't meet anyone's gaze as you walk towards Natalya's room, missing the knowing glance between Pietro and Wanda, Erik too focussed on seeing his wife to care about what had happened. You waited behind, letting them all in the room to see her, hovering by the door and holding it open for the doctors as you weren't sure whether you should go in the room or not, not wanting to interrupt the moment.

You watched briefly as Erik pressed a soft and tender kiss to her forehead, Wanda and Pietro at either side of her, each moving to grasp one of her hands as delicately as possible as the other doctor informed them of the next steps of her treatment.

You smiled at the nurse who seemed to keep coming in and out of the room, your awkward mind not sure whether to keep it held open for her or leave to give them their privacy, Wanda looking over at you, smiling a little at your adorable awkwardness. You ended up leaving the Maximoffs, not wanting to intrude as it was their family and, although Natalya meant a lot to you, she clearly meant more to those in the room with her.

You sat against the uncomfortable chairs in the hallway, resting your head back against the wall, letting your eyes flutter shut, still uncomfortable with being in a hospital. You hated that you could only remember the visit to your dad on that dreadful day, your fingers picking at the fabric of your jeans anxiously, your mind trying its best to think of anything else.

Your thoughts soon drift back towards the reason why you're here to begin with, a sense of relief flooding through you at the news about Natalya. She was awake and, judging by the way the doctors spoke about her, she was going to be able to recover as much as possible, the only issue being a potential weakness or even paralysis on one side of her body. The other downside was the risk of another stroke happening was more likely, but you could focus on that another time as right now all that mattered was that she was going to be able to get better.

"Y/n?" Wanda called from the door frame, watching curiously as your eyes fluttered back open to meet her enticing green, the worry still lingering in them but mostly replaced by relief. "You're allowed to come in, you know that right?" she murmurs while walking closer to you. Pushing yourself to your feet, you close the gap between you, standing close enough to her so that she could let her hands rest on your waist, her head tilting inquisitively at you.

"I know, I just didn't want to intrude on a family moment," you say, gaze locked on hers as you were somehow always enchanted by her eyes, seemingly unable to look away until the sound of her angelic laughter met your ears, eyes naturally drifting down to witness her smile.

"You are family," she whispers, her hand reaching for yours to gently pull you into the room, wanting you by her side, needing you by her side. She still feared that something would happen to her mother and your presence provided her that sense of comfort she craved, your touch able to calm her down effortlessly. "Come on, your mother-in-law is waiting for you," she teases, making you grumble a little, still smiling at her though as she leads you back to the room.

"You're going to tease me so much about that, aren't you?" you mutter a little embarrassedly, Wanda just humming in affirmation as you enter the room, Natalya smiling at the sight of your hands interlocked, a gentle smile on your face.

"There's my daughter-in-law," Natalya teases with a tired voice and you just groan audibly, pressing your face into Wanda's shoulder as you sit together, trying to hide your rosy cheeks.

"Did you have to tell her?" you mumble against her shirt, quiet enough so that only Wanda would hear before turning to face the woman in the bed, taking in her features. Her eyes held bags under them, skin a little paler, her dark brown hair a little messy from her sleep but the most prominent feature was her lips as she was still smiling a little, even after what had happened. "How are you feeling?" you ask, voice gentle as the older woman just looks between you and Wanda, her smiling stretching a little bit wider.

"Tired," she sighs out honestly, her body being pushed to its limits, "But better now that my family's with me." Wanda's hand slips back into yours as her mother speaks, a tender expression taking over your face at her words, the room settling in a brief comfortable silence before Pietro starts to talk about seemingly anything to his mother, his hand still firmly holding hers.

You could see how just being able to talk to her calmed him down, Wanda listening to her brother as she also relaxed into the chair, her head leaning on your shoulder as she watched her mother smile at her son's random rambling, a sense of reassurance brewing within her.

***

Balancing the snacks you bought on top of the four coffees orders proved more challenging than you thought, Pietro's snickers bar sliding around the top along with Erik's twirl, the two chocolate bars seemingly wanting to cause utter carnage as you tried to keep the takeaway cup carrier level. At first, you didn't mind being the one to grab any food or drink from the vending machines people wanted, but after the horrendous journey of trying to bring all the items back, you regretted saying yes.

You had to knock on the door with your foot, not wanting to risk the chance of dropping everything right at the end, a concentrated expression on your face. Erik soon opened the door and let out a low chuckle at your balancing act, carefully taking the items off the top to make it far easier for you to bring in the drinks, Wanda eagerly taking her drink and snack from you as you sat back with her, furrowing your brows.

"What's wrong?" she murmurs quietly to you at seeing your expression, Pietro far too consumed in eating all the treats he wanted you to get.

"I forgot my own snack," you sigh out, chuckling a little at your foolishness, Wanda letting out a small laugh as well before kissing your forehead, her lips lingering against your skin as she smiled against your hair.

"Oh Detka," she cooed quietly, offering you some of her crisps to which you gratefully took, moving closer so that your shoulders would touch, letting yourself bask in the peaceful atmosphere of the room.

Erik was quietly talking to his wife who had recently woken up from another nap, her body needing as much rest as possible, the other woman telling her husband something which made him look towards you and Wanda, your brows furrowing a little in curiosity as she continued to talk to her husband.

A little while later, Wanda and Pietro started to shuffle around in their chairs, clearly uncomfortable after having sat in them since they arrived, not wanting to leave Natalya's side at all. Their mother looked to their father, patting his hand that rested on her other one, her eyes meeting his in a silent message, the man complying after kissing her forehead softly.

"Dorogie," Erik says, gaining his children's attention as Pietro shuffles again, his body unable to sit still. "Why don't we go for a little walk, to stretch our legs and get some fresh air?" He suggests calmly, standing up and moving towards his son, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently. You watch how both of their gazes flicker over to Natalya, hesitation written across both of their faces as they don't want to leave her. Despite the relief they felt when she woke up, they still had this underlying worry that something was going to happen.

"Papa," Wanda says, not really sure where to lead with her words, trailing off instead as she still looks at her mother who merely offers her a tired smile. "Can't we go later?"

"I'll be fine Milaya," Natalya says, reassuring her children who still haven't moved from their seats, "Go with your father, I want to have a word with Y/n anyway," she says and your eyes widen at that, anxiety coursing through you as you couldn't tell if her tone was good or bad, curiosity at what it could be about also entering your mind. Was it about the mother-in-law thing? Did she find it weird?

Wanda's head turns to you at her mother's words, her eyes taking in your equally confused and surprised expression, a hint of fear evident in your eyes as you were clueless as to what it was about.

After a little more persuasion from their parents, Pietro and Wanda were reluctantly dragged out of their uncomfortable chairs, Wanda pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving, looking back at you and offering a smile as she could tell you were internally panicking a little, well, more like a lot.

Brushing your hands against your jeans, wiping the sweat that started to build there, you turned to Natalya who just watched you curiously before motioning for you to come closer, now at her bedside.

"If it's about the mother-in-law stuff, I'm sorry-"

"Oh, dear, it's nothing bad I promise you, so stop stressing," she teases lightly, watching as you let out a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing as a small smile takes over your face. "There's just a few things I want to ask and tell you about," she explains before she starts to cough a bit, your body instantly moving to grab her a cup of water, handing it to her carefully once she had stopped. You notice how her left hand seems to shake while holding the cup, seemingly unable to wrap her hand around it properly before she moves it to her right hand, holding it a little more securely before taking a sip, grateful for your care. "Now Y/n, answer me honestly, how is Wanda?" she asks and you can see the concern in her eyes for her daughter, her already having asked Erik about Pietro.

"She's... shaken," you say, telling her the truth as you can see how troubled she is by being the reason her children have been through so much stress. "She was so scared, I think she still is, but she's trying to be strong," you continue, noticing how your own voice wavers as you speak about Wanda, feeling helpless as there's nothing you could do to make the pain go away. "I just want to help her, but I'm not sure how," you confess, meeting her gaze before looking down at her hand that encased yours, giving you a soft, comforting squeeze.

"Trust me dear, just keep doing what you're doing," she whispers, offering you that soft smile of hers that resembles Wanda's, your lips tugging up naturally. "Thank you for telling me the truth," her tone appreciative as she knew Wanda would never have told her how she truly felt, wanting to make sure everyone else was alright before herself, "And thank you for taking care of her."

"I'll always try to take care of her," you murmur, wanting the other woman to know how much her daughter meant to you, "I promise you."

"I know you will dear," she says, moving her hand off of yours to her other one, "Which is why I want to give you this," her fingers slide off one of the many rings littered on her hand, you smiling as now you know where Wanda got the jewellery obsession from. Natalya then puts the ring in your hand, clasping both of her hands around yours and looking into your eyes with nothing but care and gratitude, "To give to her."

Your eyes widen at that, inferring Natalya's words a little incorrectly as your mouth opens and closes, unsure of how to respond.

"Oh Natalya, I'm... I- I love Wanda so much," your tone emphasises your words, "But I'm not ready to marry her. Not that I don't want to marry her because I do, one day, but not right now-"

A chorus of laughter interrupts your rambling, your cheeks red as Natalya chuckles softly at your awkward and timid state, her laughter not mocking just amused.

"I didn't mean now," she clarifies and you just blush a little more after processing her words wrong. "I just want you to give her this when you think it's the right time as it's very special to Wanda." You look down at the beautiful ring in your hand, admiring all the intricate and delicate designs engraved all over it. "I've worn that ring for as long as I can remember, Erik gave it to me when we were young and so deeply in love," she says, tone nostalgic as she reminisces on her life, "And all throughout Wanda's childhood she loved the ring, oh I remember the many times she begged me 'oh Mama, please can I just wear it this once? Just for a little while?" She mimics her young daughter's voice, smiling at the fond memories. "I promised her that when she was older and found someone who loved her, I'd give them the ring to give to her, and that's how she'd know she'd found the right person."

You can't take your eyes off the unique and stunning ring, listening to Natalya's story but frowning a little.

"Why didn't you give it to Vision?" you ask as you'd assume she would have thought Vision was also worthy of giving her the ring, having heard about how in love they supposedly seemed. The older woman let out a small chuckle, shaking her head a little.

"I never thought he loved her as much as she loved him," she confesses a little, taking in your softening features. "I was only ever supportive of them because he did make her happy, just not as happy as you make her." You look back to the ring in your hand, thinking about how you'd love to marry Wanda one day in the future, but you weren't quite ready for it just yet. "I can see how much you love her in your eyes, don't ever lose that look," she says, clasping her hands around yours once more as you smile at her, thanking her quietly.

The moment is interrupted by the door opening, her squeezing your hands once more before you slip the ring into your pocket as the three others return, Wanda eyeing you sceptically as you move suspiciously back into the seat, smiling at her a little shyly.

"Hey Detka," she whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she sits back with you, immediately moving to interlock your fingers as the talk with her dad seemed to allow her to think properly about what was going to happen regarding her mother's recovery, the topic upsetting her a little.

"Hi," you whisper, bringing her hand up to kiss the back of it as you could tell something was up with her, not talking to her about it as you could also tell she clearly didn't want to talk. You simply let her hold your hand, knowing how much the touch soothed her, your free hand absentmindedly tracing the ring in your pocket, Natalya smiling widely at the two of you before sharing a knowing look with her husband.

You were the one.

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Hello, I hope you have a great day <3

Jenna Ortega x female reader.

where R saves Jenna from a creepy fan/St4lk3r

They try to touch her and make her uncomfortable (kidnapping attempt if you want extreme shit) and R butts in and helps her

After that Jen has a panic attack but R finds and comforts her

by all means feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable

Situations

Situations 2, situations 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Jenna Ortega x reader

Tw: mentions of assault

Walking around California alone after sunset wasn’t always the best idea, a lot of people knew. There were people who just waited for you to not pay attention, there were men who cat called you, some who went further and there were high ones that will always try to touch you in some way. Of course there were also some normal ones that were going for a walk and some that were just high looking for the beach.

You didn’t plan on walking that far but that night the weed just hit a bit harder than normally and it was actually a really beautiful night. Riding your skateboard thru the city while gazing at the stars was beautiful and you were deep in your thoughts until you heard a shriek not far away.

You thought about ignoring it but the muffled scream that followed made you ride faster towards the sound. Even tough you were still kinda high you immediately saw what was going on, a petite brunette was cornered by some dude who towered over her. The girl caught your eye, the pleading look in her eyes made your blood boil.

“Hey, step away from the girl man” you called out as you walked further towards them. The guy wasn’t stupid, he really chose the darkest alley he could find. “This isn’t your business, so fuck off” he called out and closed in on the poor woman. “Look, I’ve had a great night until now and I really don’t feel like fighting. So why don’t you step away so I don’t have to step in even further?” You tried to be reasonable, you didn’t want to scare the girl even further.

“Why don’t you go and mind your own fucking business? The slut was clearly asking for it and the money I will make with pictures of her naked” you could hear his smirk and that was the moment you were done being reasonable. You walked closer until you could grab his shoulder to pull him around. The fist that collided with his face broke his nose before pushing him to the ground. After kicking him once more for good measure you turned to the brunette who was still pressed against the wall.

“Are you alright hun?” You asked carefully, keeping your distance so you wouldn’t scare her. Slowly extending your hand in case she wanted some comfort. It took a minute before she took your hand. Softly grabbing her hand you pulled her into the light where you first noticed two things; one: the girl seemed familiar, two: she was breathing heavily and had tears streaming down her face.

“It’s alright, I’m here and he won’t be able to get to you again alright?” You looked at her with concern in your eyes, your thumb rubbing over her hand. “I’m sorry but you seem familiar… what’s your name darling?” Her breathing started to pick up again which caused you to quickly wrap her in your arms. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me. Take a breath with me ok? In…. And out” carefully guiding her to take deep breaths while rubbing her back.

When she calmed down a bit she pulled away and mumbled “Jenna Ortega” and watched the wheels in your head turn. “You’re the chick from the new series… Wednesday, right?” You finally asked, a bit embarrassed that you didn’t recognize her immediately. She nodded grinning up at you “you’re pretty high huh?” She giggled when you nodded scratching the back of your neck.

Her giggling quickly stopped when you heard a groan and saw the guy from before coming out of the alley trying to grab the girl again. You pushed her behind you before stretching yourself so you could tower over the guy. “I told you to leave her alone didn’t I?” You smirked before hitting him again but this time way harder. He fell to the ground again.

You quickly called the police before turning to the girl who seemed to be gone. Confused you looked around until you saw her sitting pressed up against the wall with her legs against her chest and her face buried between her knees. “Jenna?” You carefully whispered as you came closer. The girl didn’t even look up which caused you to worry even more, “Jenna!” You said a bit louder and crouched down in front of her.

The soft touch on her knee seemed to get her out of her trance, her hands were shaking and sweaty, her breath shallow and her face covered in tears and ruined mascara. “Oh darling, it’s alright. The police will be here soon and until then I’m protecting you” you reassured her holding out your hands again. Her shaking hands touched your steady ones which seemed to calm her a bit. “I’m gonna put one of your hands on my heart to calm you a bit. Is that okay?” You whispered out which caused her to nod.

With her hand on your heart, your other hand brushing thru her hair and the constant whisper of reassurances it took around 10 minutes to calm her down. “There we go, pretty girl” you said in a low voice while your hands came to her face so your thumbs could wipe away the tear stains on her face. She giggled slightly which caused you to smile.

Jenna was exhausted. Exhausted and confused, how could a girl that she just met make her feel so safe and valid? It was scary but at the same time it felt right, just right.

She couldn’t help but lean her head onto your shoulder when you decided to move from in front of her to sit next to her. “Thank you” she mumbled out while looking straight ahead. “No need for that”

A couple of minutes later the police came. The whole time you didn’t leave Jenna alone, her hand was clawing at yours every time you tried to give her space. “So what exactly happened miss Ortega?” One of the cops asked her as he pulled out a paper. “I was trying to get some steps in and as I walked along the street I was pushed into the alley, the man… he cornered me. Then he…he tr…his hands….” She started to cry again so you decided to step in. “I think you can guess what happened next” you told him squeezing the girls hand.

After everything was done the police took the guy away and you were, again, left alone with the actress. She looked around nervously and when you tried to Step a bit away her hand immediately shot out to grab your wrist. “Wait… can you walk me home?” Her voice got progressively lower but you could still understand her. “I wasn’t going to let you walk alone, just getting my skateboard, darling” you could see a light blush forming on her cheeks before you kicked up the board.

“Lead the way hun” you fell into step next to her. The whole way you guys talked, it felt nice. It’s been a while since Jenna met someone who didn’t treat her any differently because of her popularity. But you saved her even before you knew who she was. It felt nice, great even.

“I live here” she said when you stopped in front of a house. “Alright Jenna, it was nice to meet you. Really sucky way to meet you but still” you told her rubbing the back of your neck again. A habit when you were nervous. You wanted to ask if you could get her number but you were scared that she would feel like she had to because you saved her.

“Can I have your phone for a sec?” She asked as you were still overthinking the whole situation. Still in trance you gave her your phone only snapping back to reality when she pushed in back to you. “Text me ok?” She leaned in to kiss your cheek before walking to the door. “Thanks again for saving me” she said and disappeared into the house.

You stood there still shocked about what just happened. Opening your phone you saw a new contact ‘Jenna <3’ you were grinning stupidly as you put your phone away and rode back home.

The moment your back hit the bed you pulled out your phone again.

Jenna<3

You: hey it’s y/n

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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hello, i want to request but i don't know if you write imagines where reader is pregnant or dad! erling. so please lmk🤍

Good Strong Viking Name

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Erling have their first baby.

Ok, I love this. I love dad, Erling. I myself want to have like 6 kids, so I love family fics, so I had such a fun time writing this.

During the last trimester of her pregnancy, Y/N found herself eagerly awaiting the arrival of her little bundle of joy. She had reached a point where her body was thoroughly exhausted and constantly in pain, making every day a struggle. Her swollen feet and hands resembled balloons, causing her great discomfort.

To make matters worse, her once petite frame had expanded to a size that made her appear as if she were carrying twins - an idea that had been ruled out during her prenatal checkups.

Y/N couldn't help but wonder if the reason for her increased size was due to the baby's size, especially given that Erling, the father, was incredibly tall. Despite the discomfort and challenges she was facing, Y/N tried to stay positive and look forward to the day she would finally get to hold her little one in her arms.

Y/N was relishing in a relaxing bubble bath when she heard the front door open. She smiled to herself, knowing that her husband, Erling, had just arrived home from his training session. Suddenly, she saw him standing at the bathroom door, gazing at her in awe.

His eyes were filled with admiration for the little family they had created together, and he was brimming with excitement to meet their little one. Erling was proud of his beautiful wife for being so strong throughout the pregnancy, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to handle it if he was in her position.

When Y/N opened her eyes and saw Erling, she greeted him with a smile. "Hey, you're home," she said. Erling beamed in response, "I am. I just love watching you like this."

Y/N laughed and jokingly responded, "Let me give birth to this baby first before you put another one in me."

Erling approached the bathtub to help Y/N out, grabbing a towel to wrap around her.

"I definitely will put as many babies in you as you will let me. I want a whole football team," he teased, leaning down to give her a kiss.

He then lifted her up and walked them to their bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed and helped her dress.

After helping her dress up, "Can you go downstairs and grab my phone? It's in the kitchen," Y/N asked him.

"Of course, my love," Erling replied, eager to help.

As he made his way downstairs, Y/N felt something streaming down her legs. When she looked down, she noticed that her water had broken. Fear took over, and she began to panic, screaming for Erling to come quickly.

Erling raced up the stairs, his heart pounding with fear that something bad had happened. "My water broke," Y/N cried out, Erling himself started to panic, but he quickly stopped himself, knowing he needed to stay calm for both of them.

He quickly pulled out his phone, "I'll call the midwives."

"We are still a few weeks away from the due date," Y/N said, her voice shaking with fear.

Erling stopped and took her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. "Baby, calm down. Let's take a deep breath. I love you, and you're going to do great. You're strong, and you were born to do this. I'm here with you," he said, hoping to calm her down.

Y/N took a deep breath and felt her panic dissipate after hearing Erling's words. She knew that with his love and support, she could handle anything.

Y/N and Erling were excited and nervous for the home birth of their little one. They wanted to do things as naturally as possible and have all their loved ones there to support them in this vulnerable situation. They called their midwives and family members to join them in their living room, where the birthing pool was set up, and a safe and comfortable space was made for Y/N.

As Y/N's contractions became more intense and frequent, she got into the birthing pool and Erling held her close while the midwives encouraged her to push. She tried with all her might but exhaustion had taken over her, tears streaming down her face. "I can't do this," she cried out.

Erling held her tighter and kissed her forehead, "You can do this, my love. You're so close, just a few more pushes." His words gave her the strength to continue, and with a few more pushes, their baby was born. They heard the cries of their little one, and Y/N released the breath she had been holding. She had done it!

The midwife asked Erling if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord, and he eagerly did, tears streaming down his face as he held his son for the first time. They laid the baby on Y/N's chest, and the room erupted in cheers. "It's a boy! Congratulations!" exclaimed the midwives.

"He's so big, and he looks like you, Erling," Y/N said as she opened her eyes to look at their baby. Everyone in the room laughed, and Erling was overcome with emotion. This was undoubtedly the best day of his life.

One week after the birth of their son, Erling had a match for Manchester City, which they won. However, his mind was completely occupied with the thought of getting back home to his beloved wife, Y/N, and their adorable little bundle of joy.

After the game, he was interviewed by a reporter. The reporter asked him about the match, but before the interview was over, the reporter suddenly brought up the news of his son's birth.

Erling's face lit up with a smile, his heart overflowing with joy as he talked about Y/N and their newborn son. "Yes, she did an amazing job, and I'm so happy and excited to get back home to them," he said, his eyes shining with pride and love.

The reporter then asked the big question, "What did the great Erling Haaland name his son?"

Erling's smile grew even wider as he replied with enthusiasm, "Ragnar Alfie Haaland, a strong Viking name for our little warrior." The pride in his voice was unmistakable, and his eyes sparkled with love and admiration as he spoke of his son.

The reporter nodded, clearly impressed, and wrapped up the interview. Erling couldn't wait to get back home to Y/N and their little Ragnar, who he knew was already destined for greatness, just like his namesake.

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onboardsorasora · 2 months

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For de aged Daniel, max has a stream with red line that he can’t get out of so he sets Daniel up with a coloring station and Daniel draws the two of them racing or on the podium. So obvs he has to show max and he does so during the stream which is how the Max Verstappen secret kid rumors start

And since the kid is wearing so much Ferrari people assume that it’s a secret Lestappen baby which max hates because he loves Daniel and Charles is just laughing at all of the tweets/chaotically liking them to add to the rumors

“Mate, when are you gonna be able to get here?” Max asked over the phone, keeping an eye at the coffee table where Little Daniel was colouring with his tongue sticking out adorably while he concentrated.

“Mate, I told you I'm gonna be late. I am helping maman with something, then I will be there.” Charles' voice was distant on the phone and Max sighed explosively.

“Ok, the door code is the same. I have to jump on.”

“It will be fine, Max.” Charles tried to soothe before they hung up. Max looked towards Little Daniel. “Daniel, Charles will be here soon. Are you ok out here while I go into a meeting?”

“Shaarrllll.” Little Daniel drawled, not looking up from choosing his next colour.

“Daniel? Did you hear me?” Max asked again softly.

“Yeah Maxy. I'll shtay here.” Little Daniel nodded up at Max, brown eyes bright.

“Pinky promise?” Max asked sticking out his finger.

Little Daniel looked at him consideringly before hooking his pinky with a grin. “I'm gonna draw you a picture Maxy!” He declared.

“I'd love one thank you, Daniel.”

Max went into his sim room after taking a long look at Little Daniel who took a new sheet of paper and started colouring again. He settled himself in his rig and joined the stream, apologizing for being late.

“Everything ok, Mate?” Crane asked. Max glanced up at the camera and waved before straightening his shirt across his chest while he watched them play a round.

“Yeah, I just had to deal with something. Of course, I would never miss staring into your eyes Crane.” Max laughed when his friends snorted.

They set up for iRacing, Max letting the chatter wash over him while he slowly tried to relax and stop listening out for Little Daniel in the other room. Little Daniel had snacks, he had his crayons, paper and a colouring book. The TV was also on, playing another race, and Jimmy and Sassy were around to distract him. He only needed to last at most a half an hour before Charles came.

After the first race– that Max won, he begged off a minute and turned off his camera. He got up and peaked out of the room to see Little Daniel where he left him, looking up at the TV attentively and nibbling his finger.

Max sighed and relaxed further before climbing back in the rig. He came back to chaos as Bennett and Gianni were arguing about whether iguanas truly fell asleep if it got too cold. Max joined in, stating a few animal facts he learned while looking up information for Little Daniel.

They're going through qualifying again when the door to the sim room busts open. It wasn't fully closed in the first place so Little Daniel met little resistance when he barrelled in like the koolaid man.

“Maxy! I finished it!” He's waving his drawing around like a flag. Max's eyes widen and he lunged for his camera, fumbling to turn it off.

“Fu–sorry mate! He's really fast.” Charles charged in and scooped up Little Daniel in his arms. Max yanked off his headphones and turned to look at Little Daniel who is smiling broadly at him before frowning at Charles.

“Shaarrllll I wanna show Maxy!” Little Daniel whined, his body going toddler tantrum tense.

“How about we make him another one then put it on the fridge so he'll see it as soon as he's finished his meeting?” Charles tried to bargain, walking out of the room. Max heard the first sounds of Daniel's unhappy cries and followed them out of the room.

Little Daniel looked up at Max with wide, wet, unhappy eyes and Max reached for him. He pressed his face in Max's neck unhappily and Max rubbed his little back, underneath his red Ferrari shirt.

Max took the crumpled picture that Little Daniel still clutched and looked at it while small hands squeezed around his neck. It was a picture of Max and Little Daniel in their race suits in front of a race car.

“Thank you for the drawing Daniel. It is lovely.” Max said softly, soothingly. Little Daniel sniffed loudly and scrubbed at his eyes

“You like it?” He sniffled.

“I do! Can you and Charles make me another one?”

Little Daniel nodded against Max's neck and Max thought he must have been very upset to forgo his usual “Sharl” vocal stim.

Max looked over to see Charles watching him with an unreadable expression. Max ignored him and put Little Daniel safely in his arms.

“I'm going to beg off the rest of the stream. I'll be back in five I think.”

“Of course. Sorry.” Charles looked contrite but Max waved it off.

He got back in his rig and put on his headphones, listening in as the guys gained control over the stream again after his very abrupt departure. The chat was going wild based on what Max could see. He turned on his camera and Crane visibly relaxed.

“Everything ok over there Maxy Max?”

“Yeah mate. But I've got to go, something's come up.”

“Would that something happen to be toddler shaped?” Gianni asked

“Was that Charles??” Bennett jumped in.

“I'll talk to you guys later. Bye!” Max turned off his camera and mic quickly, before shutting everything down and quitting the room. He found Charles and Little Daniel exactly where he left them and Little Daniel raised his hands immediately when he saw Max, wanting to be lifted. Max obliged without hesitation.

Both Max and Charles’ phone went off at the same time– denoting a group chat message. Max watched curiously as Charles' eyes widened.

“Oh no.”

“What's happened?”

“Apparently we have a love child.” Charles raised his phone to show the looping gif of Little Daniel running up to Max and Charles coming to scoop him up before Max turns off his camera.

“Well, crap.” Max muttered.

“Shaarrllll….crap.” Little Daniel mumbled tiredly against Max's skin.

“No, Daniel we don’t need to repeat that.” Max mumbled, narrowing his eyes at Charles who was giggling at his phone. “What are you doing?”

“Mate, the internet works so fast, theres already theories about which one of us got pregnant.” Charles snickered into his palm and Max rolled his eyes, knowing he was on twitter liking tweets. Well there went his hope that this would blow over quickly.

“Why would I even want to have a baby with you?” Max groused, not wanting Daniel to be seen as he and Charles’ anything.

“I would be a good mommy, no?” Charles rubbed his belly before giggling again. “I am going to call Lando to sort this all out.”

“You do that, Daniel and I are going to order pizza.” He rolled his eye before looking down at Little Daniel who seemed to perk up a little. “Would you like to choose the pizza?”

Little Daniel nodded against his chest before covering his face. Max frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m schowy.” He mumbled while biting his palm.

“What for?”

“I-” Little Daniel frowned and looked at the floor sadly.

“Daniel?”

“I broke the pinky pwomise.” He whispered morosely. “‘Shell says it's bad. I didn’t mean to Maxy.”

Max felt that cuteness aggression that he’d become very accustomed to feeling. He stopped himself from squeezing Daniel’s little body to his chest and stroked his hair instead.

“It's ok bud, you didn’t mean to. You were just excited.”

“I won’t do it again. Pwomise!” Little Daniel vowed.

“I believe you, let's get some juice. Do you want juice?” Little Daniel nodded and Max walked them into the kitchen, ignoring Charles’ heart eyes and the phone trained in their direction.

#skskskskssks #de aged daniel #maxiel #max/daniel #my fic #answered #anonymous

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unactive-shroom · 6 months

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You should do 5 or 8 in your autumn prompt list with Percy 😋 (preferably 5 if you can't pick, but I wouldn't mind either)

⩨͢ Halloween Event! - see here

Prompt 5: “is your so able to handle a few horror movies? Or, are YOU able to handle them?”

The night before Halloween was just like any other day, besides the build up of suspense for Halloween. The only unusual thing about the day was the lack of texts from Percy, who usually texts constantly about what’s happening at home, giving a (very long) stream of updates every hour or so. So, the lack of messages was concerning. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach, fearful that there had been some sort of attack, or Percy had gotten roped into helping some poor demigods on a quest.

After hurrying home, your fears seemed to be confirmed - no lights were on in the house, and the door was slightly open. You felt a chill crawl down your neck as you hurried inside just to find-

“Surprise!!!!” Percy lept out from behind the couch grinning and switching on the light.

“Jesus, Percy, I thought there was an attack or something! What’s all this ?”

After giving you a hug and apologising for scaring you ao much, Percy explained that since the traditional Halloween party for the 7 was tomorrow, he realised that they wouldn’t have time to watch a horror marathon before Halloween! So he had spent his day off getting snacks and movies and decorating the sitting room for the movie marathon.

After debating for some time, you decided to go with a classic to begin - Scream. Everything was going well, until you glanced over at Percy to see that his eyes were massive in fear, and had one hand out as if to stop the tv from jumping at him.

“You ok, Percy?”

He jumped, sending his popcorn flying into the air. Laughing, you switched the tv off.

Watching him pick up the popcorn that was now scattered across the living room carpet, you chuckled . “Ok, maybe we should aim a little lower. How about Coraline?”

“Gods no! That’s worse than Scream, y/n!”

After some discussion you decided to just watch The Corpse Bride, and whatever PG Halloween movie you could find.

#⭐️🎃edens halloween event!#percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy pjo #percy jackson

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 11 months

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It’s Been a While….

Tobio Kageyama x Female! reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, mostly fluff

WC: 3.5k

AN: blah idk what to think about this. It stems from an idea I had a dream about but this is one of those times I’m doubting myself. I low key want to write a part two but I also just wanna bury it 😅

Summary: Years after letting go of the love of your life and starting anew, a change provided by a friend allows you a glimpse into your old life and a chance to reconnect with the person you lost.

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“So, I guess this is it huh?” You murmured, trying your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill as you stood in front of your now ex-boyfriend, Tobio Kageyama.

“YN listen, I-”

You put your hand out, stopping the words that were about to surface. You couldn’t stand to hear them; you couldn’t bare listening to those words again when you knew what was about to happen. If this was going to end, it was going to end on your terms.

“Tobio don’t. Please, let’s just say our goodbyes.” He sadly nodded, his head going down as you stood there, the awkward silence filling the air.

“So, you leave tomorrow morning for Italy, right? Are you all packed?” You asked as Tobio rubbed the back of his head. It was a nervous habit he had developed, something he did when he wasn’t sure how to react.

“Uhh yeah pretty much,” he responded, the silence still penetrating the air. You had tried your best to distract from the obvious but the obvious was beginning to suffocate you.

“Ok well I guess this is goodbye then,” you stuttered, trying to contain the tears. The years of memories flooded back, from the first day you met to your first date and everything beyond. You loved Tobio but you knew love wasn’t enough to keep him here with you. When he was first recruited to play in Italy, your first thoughts weren’t how proud you were of him or how this would only further his career. The only thought that filled your mind was how you’d ever bare letting him go.

“Yeah I guess so,” he whispered still standing in front of you, not wanting to hug you just yet. Hugging you would symbolize what he didn’t want to happen, it would symbolize the end of one of the best things that he’d ever had in his entire life. When he was first accepted to play in Italy, all he could think about was how amazing this opportunity was for him, how awesome it would be for his pro career in volleyball. When he shared the news with you, he hadn’t thought through the logistics of a long-distance relationship. The last thing on his mind at that time was how you’d be able to make it work. He’d never imagined it wouldn’t work.

You lunged forward, throwing your hands around his neck as you held him tightly for one last time, the tears you’d been holding in slowly seeping past your lids as his arms encompassed you, pulling you tight against him. You felt so amazing, so perfect against him and he hated it. He hated how this would be the last time he’d ever feel this serene.

You pulled back first, tears flowing down your cheeks as you looked up to him with a small smile, “I’ll be watching you, ok? So, no slacking off.”

He smiled a little and nodded, watching the tears stream down your cheeks, wanting to do nothing more than kiss them away. You slowly backed away, creating distance from him, your legs feeling so incredibly heavy as if trying their best to keep you planted.

He watched as you finally turned around, your arms going around your midsection as you hugged yourself and walking away and right out of his life.

*A Few Years Later*

Your phone rang as you checked the called id, sighing and swiping your finger across to answer the call.

“What do you want now Kuroo?” You ordered as a surprise gasp sounded from the speaker as he finally spoke.

“YN how could you hurt me like this! I thought I was your favorite person?”

You smiled and shook your head, “not by a long shot Kuroo but you are in the top 20. Is that good enough?”

Kuroo chuckled, replying, “I’ll take it! But listen, I called for a specific reason this time. I’m putting together a sort of reunion and I need my favorite photographer ever to help me!”

“Then why did you call me?” You chuckled as Kuroo laughed in response.

“YN, you know how much I love your work and you really are the best in the business!”

You sighed again, knowing Kuroo was trying his best to be flattering, “ok so what’s this reunion? Like a class reunion or what?” The silence filled the call after you spoke as confusion filled your eyes. You pulled your phone away to check if Kuroo was still connected.

“Kuroo-”

“It’s for a volleyball event YN,” he finally responded as your body stiffened. You hadn’t photographed a volleyball event since Tobio had left a few years ago, shifting your passion in a different direction.

“Kuroo I can’t-”

“YN please just hear me out, ok? I know you don’t photograph sports anymore but please, I’m desperate here. There isn’t anyone who can capture the game like you can. I’ve pulled a lot of our high school alumni into this game, and I think it would be awesome if you’d consider it. Kenma’s sponsoring and promoting the event and Asahi is helping with the uniform design. Yachi is also helping with marketing and design. Imagine if we had YN LN, the famous photographer and Karasuno Alum to photograph the event!”

When you first met Kuroo years ago, you were a first-year manager along with Yachi. You’d always thought he was a great leader and organizer as well as a person who could flatter almost anyone if he tried. He channeled his personality perfectly into his career in sports promotion, able to secure deals and push the volleyball league further than it has been in decades.

You looked over to your bookshelf, your eyes landing on the only memory you’d kept from your relationship with Tobio, a photo from his last game with the Schweiden Adlers. You walked over to it, picking it up and rubbing your finger gently down the side of the frame. In the photo you were looking at the camera, smile wide as you hand rested on Tobio’s chest. His eyes weren’t on the camera but rather on you, his large smile and eyes completely focused on you as if nothing happening around him mattered at all.

“YN you still there?”

“I’ll do it,” you bluntly spoke, an auditable and loud “yes” coming from the speaker as Kuroo continued to talk.

“You won’t regret this, Yn!! I’ll text you the details and we can meet in my office soon to discuss what you’ll be doing! I really appreciate this Yn and I owe you big time!”

You didn’t really hear much Kuroo spoke about, your eyes still focused on the photo as you began to wonder if this really was the right choice.

*A few weeks later*

“We just need headshots of all the players who are participating who are currently in Japan, the rest are going to submit their headshots to me,” Kuroo directed as you prepared your camera, making adjustments to lighting and the background as you half listened.

Exasperated, you mindlessly nodded for the 50th time as Kuroo continued to ramble, his nerves on edge since he’d returned from his trip overseas to secure several more players from the “monster generation” to play on the reunion game.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite girl!” A voice boomed as you turned around to see Atsumu, Bokuto, Sakusa and Inunaki walking into the studio. You smiled, placing your camera down as you went to greet the guys.

“Well, if it isn’t one of my favorite setters,” you joked as Atsumu pulled back from the hug, mouth agape as you chuckled at his reaction.

“Come on Yn, be realistic, he isn’t even in the top 10 on your favorite setters list,” Sakusa grumbled, walking to the corner as Atsumu glared at him.

“Hey hey hey there’s my Yn!” Bokuto shouted, hauling you into a huge hug as you squealed, your feet leaving the floor as he swung you around.

“Bokuto don’t break her!” Hoshiumi snapped from behind him, Hirugami, Romero and Heiwajima trailing after.

“Hey guys!” You cheered, letting go of Bokuto and running to hug them.

“It’s so good to see you again Yn! We were surprised to hear you were involved with this,” Romero remarked as you nodded.

“Surprised but happy!” Hoshiumi added as he hugged you.

“Well, Kuroo begged me to help so I really couldn’t say no,” you smirked as Kuroo narrowed his eyes.

“Geez Yn stop making me seem so desperate!”

“YN doesn’t need to make you seem desperate when you definitely are desperate,” Kenma stated, strolling in behind the teams as you snickered.

“Kenma you really weren’t needed you know!” Kuroo growled as Kenma shrugged his shoulders and headed to take a seat in the corner.

“I heard Oikawa and Hinata were coming too,” Heiwajima remarked as Kuroo confirmed.

“They are going to be flying in next week along with Ushijima and Kageyama.”

All eyes shifted to you at the mention of Kageyama’s name. You really couldn’t blame the guys; they knew you and Kageyama had ended on good terms but also that your relationship had been a sore subject and ultimately the reason you left sports photography.

You had to admit, when Kuroo first mentioned Tobio, a fact he’d somehow forgotten to mention prior to your meeting, you’d thought about dropping out, the idea of seeing your ex-boyfriend and the only man you’d ever loved extremely painful. However, you couldn’t ignore the small part of you that was also excited to see him in person. Sure, you’d watched every game you could, every interview possible. You’d watched the Olympics and even bought a jersey to add to your collection, something you’d never ever let anyone see.

“It’s fine guys,” you explained, “really I’m happy to be a part of this.”

Everyone nodded, not wanting to push the topic. While the guys had always been chaotic and kind of childish, they did care for your well-being, and they loved you.

“Now we let’s get these photos done!”

“Alright, the greatest first!” Atsumu beamed and Inunaki laughed.

“You should be last Sumu, you’ll probably break YN’s camera!” Everyone laughed at Sumu’s expense as you felt the joy of being reunited with the people you once spent so much time with.

*2 weeks later*

You arrived at the stadium, camera and press badge in hand as you adjusted your dress. You’d done your hair and makeup, wanting to look nice and professional for the event. This would be the first game you’d photographed in years, and you wanted to make a good impression. The crowds roared as you entered the gym, the bright lights hitting you as you looked around to see reporters, tv crews and officials fill the gym floor.

Kuroo waved at you as you walked over to him, noticing how truly huge the event was.

“You look great Yn! Absolutely gorgeous!” Kuroo yelled, the noise on the stadium floor loud as you blushed as his compliment.

“This is amazing Tetsuro! You really pulled this off!” Kuroo beamed with pride as you looked around, the photos you’d taken of the the players printed on banners that filled the stadium. You’re eyes trailed until they landed on Tobio’s banner, his face exactly as you remembered it. You smiled a little, looking around at the crowds.

Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Tsukki and Yachi all waved as you smiled and vigorously waved back, excited to see your old teammates.

You saw Kenma in his box, probably waiting for Kuroo as he gave you a chin lift and returned back to his phone. You noticed others from high school in the stands as you stood in the grandness of the court. You’d truly missed this feeling.

The whistle blew as Kuroo squeezed your arm and excused himself. You took your place on the side of the court as the teams were finally presented.

Team A parades out first, their flashy style of green and black jersey’s adding just the right pop of color. Oikawa and Hinata smiled and waved at you as you snapped their pictures, capturing the best angles you could.

Team B followed shortly after, their gold uniforms giving the perfect amount of class and sophistication. You wanted as Ushiwaka, Bokuto and Hoshiumi strolled across the floor, Bokuto frantically waving to the crowd as you giggled at his boisterous spirit.

Your eyes shift to Joffe who followed and to Inunaki right after. You were checking your camera before looking up, your eyes dead locked on Tobio’s as he stopped mid stride, his eyes widening as of in shock.

Tobio knew he would see you here, after all, it was a big part of the reason he agreed to join in this reunion game. He had thought about you almost constantly since leaving years ago, hoping he’d once again get the chance to see your beautiful face. He’d been preparing for weeks, going over how he’d casually walk by you, nod his head and try to act cool. He’d even prepared a few things to say to you if the opportunity present itself.

However, all his past thoughts and plans went straight out the window upon seeing you. You stood there, more breathtaking than he’s ever imagined. Your hair and makeup were flawless and your outfit fit your body like a glove. His mind drifted back to all of the times he’d made you laugh, all the times you’d spent together since meeting in high school. His heart hammered thought his chest, his jersey feeling as thought it was rippling from the aftershock.

You stood there, a small smile on your gorgeous face as you lifted your camera to snap his picture. Your eyes watered upon seeing him, something you’d known would probably happen.

“Kageyama moves dude!” Yaku whisper shouted as Kageyama snapped back to reality, his brain processing that he was holding up the line of his teammates.

“Oh sorry-” he apologized as he glanced forward and made his way to the starting line. His mind emptied of every thought he’d had, filing instead with your imagine as it implanted itself in his brain. At the greeting line, he turned to see you now staring back at him, the same sweet smile he loved plastered on your flawless face.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. Tobio was almost exactly as you’d remembered him. Sure, he was a little bit bigger; he’d obviously gained some muscle and matured since living in Italy but deep down, he was still the same boy you’d remembered from high school. Your heart fluttered just watching him, the memories of all your time spent together flooding your brain.

“We’d like to welcome you all to tonight’s special match. Team A vs Team B, a mash up of Japan’s best!” The announcer rang as the crowds cheered. You quickly made work of snapping as many pictures as you could, moving from side to side to capture the men’s forms prior to the game.

You’d been known as a legend in the sports world, your talent for photography starting in high school and only furthering afterwards. Your photos made the cover of many Japanese magazines, thanks to help from Akaashi as well as covers world wide. Noya would often send you texts, showing you how he’d send your photos all across the globe on his travels. Even Hinata had snapped a selfie or two with your magazine covers.

Tobio watched as you worked, following your every move as he prepared to warm up. He loved how passionate you were about photography. Since moving to Italy, he’d continued to follow your career collecting magazines that features your photographs and following your instagram page. He never interacted with you but that didn’t mean he didn’t order prints and support whatever projects you partook in, donating money to fundraisers you sponsored.

As the warmups began, you took your place at the side of the court. You watched as Hinata, Goshiki, and Romero all spiked. Balls slammed on the floor as the memories of your days photographing volleyball continued to flood your mind. You chuckled as you remembered how many times you’d nearly been hit or how many times Tobio would pull you off the court because he didn’t trust someone not to harm you.

He’s been protective of you even in High school, Hinata often teasing him about how he treated you like you were made of glass. In hindsight, Hinata probably knew better than anyone that his best friend was in love with you way back in high school.

You turned back to see Kageyama holding a volleyball, his focus still on you as you exited the court for the teams to switch. He shifted his attention back to the spikers as he took his place near the net. You were caught in the moment, his beautiful and perfect set gliding through the air as Bokuto slammed it into the opposing court, the crowd cheering him on. Tobio hadn’t changed, not one bit.

The game started as you began maneuvering the court, trying to capture as many shots as possible. The energy was palpable as you moved all around. Set after set, you found yourself drawn into every single play, every single serve and spike. This is why you loved volleyball.

At the end of the game, you tried to compose yourself, coming down from the high of an incredible match. You’d managed to run through nearly three memory cards, taking well over a thousand pictures of just the game itself. The guys took pictures with fans after the match as interviewers and Tv personnel flocked to their sides.

However, your job was complete, the requirements set forth by Kuroo full-filled. You walked over to your camera bag and began to disassemble and put away your equipment. Unbeknownst to you, someone had followed you.

Tobio stood a mere two feet behind you, his eyes tracking your bent over form as he tried to gather up the courage to speak to you. He’d never had a problem speaking his mind, never an issue telling people what he thought but for some reason, his mouth was incredibly dry despite drinking an excessive amount of water.

He watched as you fiddled with your camera bag, the same bag he’d gifted you for graduation years ago. It was your favorite color and just the right size. His chest filled with pride knowing you were still using it, that you’d still been keeping him close.

While he was staring, you’d turned around, startling and grabbing your chest in surprise at the giant, 6’2” setter standing behind you.

“Good god Tobio you scared me!” You laughed, your hand over your chest as you tried to regain composure.

“I-damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I was just wanting to… hi YN,” he finally stuttered out as you smiled up at him, his beautiful blue eyes lighting up with joy.

“Hi Tobio. Long time no see!”

“Yeah it’s been a while,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head, “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Me too! You did amazing out there. I’d forgotten how different seeing you playing in person was!” You added as he lowered his hand down.

“Seeing me in play in person?”

“Yeah silly, I told you’d I’d be watching you. I meant it. I’ve watched every game,” you answered. He knew you wouldn’t lie to him but just hearing you say it, after wondering for years if you were watching, it made him feel incredible.

“Hey Yn, I’m in town for another week, would you maybe consider having dinner with me?” He inquired, desperately hoping you’d agree to meet with him.

You eyes widened at his question. You hadn’t been expecting this, hadn’t been expecting him to ask you to dinner. You’d thought he might say something to you but never this. Before you could answer, he continued.

“If not it’s ok, it’s just that, well I’ve been thinking about you since I left, and I’d really like to catch up. But if you don’t want to-”

“I’d love to Tobio,” you replied as he jerked back a little.

“Wait really?” You giggled at his reaction as you nodded in confirmation.

“I’ve been thinking about you to, and I’d love to go out with you.” He smiled down at you as your beautiful doe eyes met his.

“Hey Kageyama! Come on man we are going out to celebrate!” Hinata shouted as he waved to you. You waved back as Kageyama looked conflicted between you and Hinata.

“Go and have fun, ok? Text me tomorrow and we will make a plan to meet,” you assured him, squeezing his bicep as he smiled back and nodded. He turned, running towards the locker rooms before stopping and turning back. He ran back up to you as you watched in confusion before being swept up into a tight hug, your body instantly relaxing as you hugged him back. Yep, you definitely missed this.

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envies-writing-corner · 1 year

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Hello! If it’s okay with you, may I request doppio dropscythe x reader dating headcanons?

Dating HC

Includes: Doppio Dropscythe, Hex Haywire, Ver Vermillion

Genre: Fluffy fluff

TW: hopefully none

Word Count: 618

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Doppio Dropscythe

To be completely honest, he probably followed you around for MONTHS. He just couldn't get enough of your sweet personality and care. You were so kind to others, so gracious as you walked. You probably helped him realize he should turn his ways around and stop being a delinquent.

He adores you, with every ounce of his being. He would do anything he could to make you smile, laugh, blush. He like to come off as mischievous and devious but when you come around, he's following you like a lost puppy.

Would want to spend every second with you, sometimes getting in trouble with Ver because him clinging to you is 'distracting him from his council duties' or smthn.

Doppio may enforce rules and punishment, but he'll gladly break all those rules for a minute of love and cuddles with you in the halls or an unbusy corner of the school.

Hex Haywire

Oh this sweet, sweet, sweet boy. He's in desperate need of a hug every time you get to spend time together. It's a hard job, being able to take on another's pain, to give them joy once more. At first he thought that's all you wanted too. A bit of joy in a dark and cruel world.

You didn't want that though. You just wanted a life in his gaze, you wanted to be his bit of joy, so any chance he gets to relax, he will always find his way to your arms. You're his safe space, now and forever.

Definitely enjoys teasing you after a bit apart, coming up behind you in the halls and wrapping his arms around your waist, dropping to a low-tone of voice, husky whispers in your ear of greetings and terms of endearment.

When things get to be too much, he loves laying with you, whether it's in the council room or outside in the grass cloud watching. Your presence alone is enough to chase any unwanted thoughts out of his mind. He knows he'll be ok as long as you're here.

Definitely calls you 'love', 'dear', and 'darling~'

Expect a lot of dates and gifts, he wishes to spoil you, you were a breath of fresh air in a smoke filled room, and don't tell Ver but he definitely used the council credit card to pay for everything. You're worth the trouble, in his eyes at least.

Ver Vermillion

Everything is better when Ver is around, he's just a great person to be near, sure he can cleanse anyone's soul and give hope for the future, but you saw past that ability, you saw past the president persona, and you saw the boy behind all of that.

He'd be hesitant around you at first, cautious as to not end up hurting himself beyond his limits, but when he realizes you genuinely don't want anything but to love him, he's putty in your hands.

Being the president of the student council is a lot of work, having to deal with financial choices, repairs, enforce school rules, keep a hold of the rest of your council, be lenient but still harsh. It's a lot for one person, so he's always happy to see you whenever it's been a hard day. Just hearing your laugh could bring him out of the darkest and sourest moods.

Because of all his work, he's sad you two can't spend more time together, so be prepared to be constantly dragged to the council room by Doppio, saying he's 'following orders' only to end up on one of the couches with Ver, cuddling the stress away of yet another over-budget expense one of his fellow members had charged to the council credit card.

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Author's note: Ahhhhh, I apologize if anyone seems OOC, I haven't watched many Doppio streams so I'm unsure how to write him properly. I hope you still liked this, even if it wasn't that good. Thank you all for your continuous support!

#xsoleil x reader #ver vermillion #ver vermillion x reader #hex haywire #hex haywire x reader #xsoleil #doppio dropscythe #doppio dropscythe x reader

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musings-of-a-rose · 6 months

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 2

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This started as a simple idea for Tommy. He had different ideas and I can’t say no to those freckles and smile. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for helping me get unstuck. You always have such great ideas!

And a big thanks to @wyn-n-tonic for helping me form thoughts and give this a little shape. I hope I can be a quarter as talented as you one day!

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<<Chapter 1<<

“Would you rather never be able to wear pants or never be able to wear shorts?”

Tommy laughs, his entire body shaking it with it. “What kind of question is that?”

I smirk at him. “Just answer it.”

“I think you know the answer.”

“You do love your Daisy Dukes.”

Tommy pokes my rib and I flinch, giggling as I pull away from him. “Hey don’t attack me!”

Tommy lunges towards me, fingers outstretched as I scream, not moving fast enough to avoid his waggling fingers. They find their way into my sides, tears streaming down my face as I giggle uncontrollably, my body twitching to try and get away, but Tommy just pulls me in closer.

“S-s-STOP!” I throw my entire body backwards on the couch to try and get away, but Tommy comes with me, pressing his body into mine. My laughs slowly subside as he stops tickling me, his eyes switching between mine and my lips. I swear he can feel my heart beating through my chest.

“W-would you rather be balding but fit or overweight with a head full of hair?”

“Way to kill the mood.” Tommy was smiling, but he lifts himself off of me, extending his hand to help me up.

“Which one, Tommy?”

He puffs out some air, eyes shifting up like he’s thinking. “This is a hard one. I mean, look at me.” He gestures to himself and I can’t help but look for just a brief moment.

“Yes, yes. Very hot. Answer the question.”

“Have you seen this hair? I ain’t given’ it up.”

“That’s fair.”

We resume watching the movie and I lay my head on his broad shoulder, hoping that he can’t hear how my heart still beats through my chest.

It’s been the week from hell. Any minor inconvenience happened, mixing in with semi major issues, all contributing to my stress levels being over the top, even more so than normal.

It’s Friday night and, like clockwork, Tommy knocks on my door at 7:30pm. He is annoyingly prompt. I’d almost cancelled tonight, but he's the one thing I look forward to every week.

“Hey Daisy!” Tommy is way too chipper for a Friday night after a week of hard work.

“Hey.”

He whistles. “That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“Good thing I brought this then.” Tommy holds up a case of beer. “I’ve cleared my schedule for a good hangover tomorrow if needed.”

I can’t help the small smile that creeps across my face. “Thanks. Pizza just got here about 5 minutes before you did.”

“Great. I’m starvin’. Oh, I managed to snag Gladiator for tonight.”

“Pop it in.”

We sit and eat, making commentary on the movie. But no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to at least hide my frustration. Something that I was desperately trying to hide from Tommy - he doesn’t need to deal with my shit on top of his. Unfortunately, I’m not as slick as I think, and Tommy is way sweeter than he should be. Maybe laying on his shoulder wasn’t such a great idea. The movie quiets, dialogue happening between some of the characters, and Tommy leans his head on mine.

“You ok?”

I sigh. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t sound fine.”

“It’s just work.”

“Stressing you out again?”

“Just one of those weeks where anything that could go wrong, did. And anything that could take as long as humanly possible, did.”

“You need to let out some of that stress. It’s not healthy.”

I laugh. “Duh. Why didn’t I think of that?”

He’s quiet for a moment and I think I hurt his feelings. But before I can apologize, he speaks quietly.

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. You’re not getting any which really doesn’t help with the stress.”

What did he just say? Did he just suggest I get laid to calm down? Wait, is he offering?

“Yeah well, that may be, but in order to get laid, I’d have to have a boyfriend.”

“Not necessarily.”

“Are you suggesting I go find some random guy to hookup with?”

“N-no. Not some random guy.”

“Then who?”

He pauses. “Me.”

What?

I sit up, turning to stare at him, hoping my mouth isn’t hanging open like it is in my head. He chuckles nervously, eyes darting around the room, barely staying on me, his hands rubbing down his thighs over his jeans.

“You know what? That was stupid. I didn’t mean-”

"We'd have to set some ground rules."

Tommy's eyes snap to mine. "You..You're serious?"

"I am."

Tommy shifts in his seat, straightening himself out while trying to look chill and relaxed.

"Like, uh, like what-what exactly?"

"Hhmm… well, we still remain friends."

"That's a given."

“If one person wants to leave immediately…after, that’s ok. No obligation to stay.”

“Sounds good.”

"We can't get jealous if the other person wants to date someone else."

He’s silent a moment. “Seems fair.”

“And…oh, if either of us wants to call it off, it’s off. No hard feelings.”

“Oh, I can’t promise I won’t have hard feelings,” Tommy smirks at his joke as I roll my eyes, a smile on my face.

“Deal?” I stick my hand out.

Tommy looks at my hand. “Oh darlin’. That’s not how we’re sealin’ this deal.”

A rush of wet goes straight between my thighs and I try to swallow back the sound I just made.

Tommy chuckles darkly while he shakes my now sweaty hand. “Deal.”

He pulls me close, his large, warm hand coming up to cradle my cheek, fingers wrapping around the back of my head and winding their way into my hair. His lips are just above mine, his breath warm and hot on mine.

“Are you sure, darlin’?”

My head is full of desire, Tommy’s scent surrounding me, his hand grounding me to him, but I manage a nod.

“Yes,” I sigh.

He presses his lips to mine, soft and warm, tasting slightly of tobacco, as they gently push mine apart, his tongue sliding into my mouth. My hands slide up his broad chest, settling there for a moment as we both moan and get lost in a kiss that feels like we had both had been waiting for.

I throw my leg over his lap and straddle him, my hands sliding up to his face to tug at his curls at the back of his head. He moans and I do too, rolling my hips to get some kind of friction on my rapidly heating cunt. Tommy’s hands grip my hips, guiding me and helping me grind down more as I whine into his mouth and feel him harden under his jeans.

I throw my head back, gasping out his name as he kisses my chest, pulling at the hem of my shirt. I get the hint, yanking my shirt from me and throwing it across the room, my fingers already undoing my bra clasp before my shirt hits the floor, the bra joining it a moment later.

“Oh shit!” I cry out, as Tommy latches onto one of my nipples, sucking, licking, and nibbling as he still guides my hips to roll over his jean–clad erection. He switches to the other side, moaning when I tug his hair more.

Suddenly, he stands, sliding his hands under my ass as I wrap my legs around him, our lips finding each other as he marches down the hall to my room, kicking the door open. I giggle as he tosses me on the bed, grabbing my ankles and yanking me towards the edge of it. A quick glance up at me for a final confirmation, and my enthusiastic nod has him undoing my pants, quickly sliding them off and tossing them behind him. He stares down at my panties and I’m grateful that I actually wore cute ones today instead of my regular "I don't give a fuck" underwear. He reaches for my pant line but I stop him.

“Wait…you have entirely too many clothes on.”

He smirks, his eyes darkening even more. “You’re absolutely right.”

He sheds his shirt and while I knew how he was built, it was never in this situation. Outside of my fantasies, of course. He undoes the button on his jeans, sliding them down and off, balancing on each foot to take off his socks, both of us giggling as he nearly falls over in doing so. Then he’s back by me, fingers dancing at the hem of my panties for a moment before he hooks his fingers in, sliding them down and off, his eyes never leaving my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re prettier’n I imagined.”

He leans his head down, but I put my hand out to stop him. He looks up at me from between my legs, concern on his face.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do you not want me to?”

I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks because yes, I very much want him to do that. “No, of course I do. Like, I really do….But we agreed to sex and you don’t have to do all of…this.” I wave my hand around, aiming it between my thighs.

“Darlin’, we agreed to be friends with benefits. Not friends with some benefits. You get my dick, but you also get my mouth too.”

And before I can say anything else, he licks up the center of me and I whine, my back pushing further into the bed as he pries my legs open wider, using his broad shoulders to hold them open. He licks at me like he’d been dying to do this the entire time we’ve known each other, sucking gently and nibbling at my inner thigh. His finger comes up to my entrance as he rubs slow, small circles there, gathering up my arousal before slowly pushing in. I cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he pulls his finger out, adding another as he pushes in, curling his finger and tapping until he found the spot I desperately hoped he would find.

“There! Oh shit, there!”

He scissors his fingers, licking and sucking at my clit and my hand flies out, gripping those beautiful curls. I look down at him between my thighs and he must feel my eyes on him. He looks up at me and smirks, his tongue darting out to lick at my clit and that’s all it takes to have my thighs shaking, twitching under his shoulders as I cry out random words. Once I come down, he crawls up my body, leaving little kisses on my skin as he goes, sucking on a spot on my neck as he grinds his still cloth covered dick into my soaked pussy.

“You want it rough or slow, darlin’?”

“You have multiple settings?”

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am. Now, how do you want to be fucked today?”

He’s going to kill me.

“Tommy, you can rail me as fast or as slow as you want, so long as you make me forget my hard week. I won’t break.”

“Fuck, darlin’, you may just kill me yet.” He pulls back, getting off the bed and reaching for the hem of his boxer briefs. “Safe word is tomatoes.”

Before I can question it, he slides his boxers down and kicks them off, standing upright in his full, naked, broad chested, well endowed glory. He smirks when he sees me staring at him. Tommy crawls up my body again, his lips finding mine as he slides his large cock through my folds. He pauses at my leaking entrance, pulling back to look at me. His hand comes up to grip my chin and when I look at him, he slowly pushes inside of me.

While he’s not porn star large, he’s definitely the most endowed man I’ve ever slept with and damn does he know what he’s doing. I can feel every inch of him filling me up, pushing at the back of me, his breath hot on my face as he watches it contort in pleasure. He pulls out and pushes in slowly a few more times to allow me to adjust before he snaps his hips, pushing himself inside even further and I cry out. He sets an increasingly rough pace, snapping his hips against mine, adding that extra thrust that I swear is going to bruise me and I don’t even care. He turns my head to the side and nibbles at my earlobe, kissing down my neck gently, in stark contrast to the rough, deep thrusts he’s fucking me with and it’s all too much and not enough, my legs wrapping around him, willing him to do more. He pulls back slightly, pushing my legs up and hooking them under his arms as he continues to rail me at this new angle, hitting multiple spots simultaneously.

“Oh God, Tommy!” I scream his name as I come, my hands fisting the sheets, head thrown back, nearly buried in the mattress.

He keeps the pace but brings a hand up to my clit, rubbing circles there, only needing a few moments before he coaxes another orgasm from me, this one harder than the last as I scream his name again.

“Fuck, Tommy, fucking come inside of me!”

“Fuck!” Tommy rams his hips into me a few more sporadic times as he comes, panting out heavy words as he fills me up, our heavy breaths the only sound in the near silent room.

He pulls out of me with a hiss, walking into my bathroom and getting a couple of washcloths wet. He comes back out and cleans me up, chuckling as my thighs twitch when he dabs at my overstimulated cunt. He chucks them in my hamper and comes back to the bed, sitting on it next to me, where I haven’t moved since he got off of me.

“You ok, darlin’? Forget your hard week?”

“Mmmhmm,” I say, my eyes heavy with post fucking bliss. “You’re amazing at that, Tommy.”

“Ah, I do alright.”

“A Fucking King.”

He laughs. “I’m making a shirt.”

He slides into bed next to me, pulling me next to him as he wraps his body around mine.

“You cuddle too?”

“Only when I’m cold.” I can feel him holding back a laugh.

“Well, if your cock gets cold, and I’m asleep, you have my permission to put it inside of me.”

I feel his dick twitch behind me. “I may hold you to that.”

Tommy did take me up on my offer, softly thrusting into me from behind as he rubs slow circles into my clit. I wake to an orgasm, quietly moaning his name as he comes again, biting my shoulder as he does.

But as we make breakfast, Tommy laughing and joking around, still trying to tickle me as we flip the pancakes, it hits me.

I am totally fucked, in more ways than one.

>>Chapter 3>>

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 11 months

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Okay this is a little angst idea but i was emotional when i was watching the scene from modern warfare 2 (2009) where shepherd betrayed Ghost and Roach. Especially when the music was intense ugh it was emotional damage.

The idea is reader sees this scene in a dream from afar and feels hopeless they can't stop it and suddenly wakes up in tears. They are in a small room with task 141 (2022 team) was relaxing you know playing cards, drinking but suddenly stop when they see reader waking up in shock and in tears. They ask what happened but it makes y/n cry harder telling them what they show and before they know it they feel Ghost hugging them and the rest of the team surrounding them to comfort them.

"Hey, hey, shhhh. Easy now, we've got you. It's alright, swetheart."

Ghost's breathy assurances break you from your sleep and finally you're able to open your eyes and draw in a much needed breath. Your body is shaking with sobs and you can feel the tears streaming down your face, but you can't focus on that. All you fixate on is that Ghost is ok. He's holding you.

You tighten your grip around him and focus on evening your breaths, inhaling his earthy scent and looking past him with your blurry eyes, focusing on Soap and Gaz as they slept soundly in their sleeping bags. Their chests were rising and falling consistently, and their gentle snores tickled at your ears, reassuring you that everything really was alright.

Things hadn't been alright minutes ago afterall. You'd dreamed again - well had a nightmare . It was the same thing you'd been dreaming about ever since the betrayal had happened.

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price... All dead. Your whole team getting shoved into a ditch and you along with them, lying ontop of their bodies in motionless horror. You're never able to move, you can't reposition yourself or even keep your hand from touching the curves of their cold faces.

It's ok now though. You're warm again, you can feel Ghost's heat like a radiator on full blast. It'd be stifling if you weren't craving it, though you do need it so badly. It's nice to know he's real and he's alive and so are the others. It has you sighing and falling into a still calmness in no time.

"Was it the same dream?" Ghost finally asked, his voice rough with his own broken sleep.

"Y-yeah," you answer, breaking away from his shoulder so that you can face him. "Sorry, sir."

"Don't be sorry...not after what we went through. Understand?"

You pause, but nod after being captured in his hard gaze. Who could deny that look?

"Good soldier...Now just sit for a minute and catch your breath. You can try and sleep again in a minute. Just relax and remember we're not going anywhere, ok?"

#141 stories #simon ghost riley

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lillylvjy · 1 year

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You’re the only (friend I need)

A/n/// JAMES FIC JAMES FIC JAMES FIC. Ok so yes ! This is all platonic! And I had fun writing this! I tried my best but also I have another coming tomorrow so! Stay tuned!

Warnings// swearing a lot, ylyl stream, James being James, James pushing reader, reader slapping James, pure chaos.

^^ look at smiley boy

James had asked you to come on his stream to do a classic “you laugh you lose” stream, and plus people missed your awesome presence and both of your guy’s banter. So of course you said yes.

As the stream began and James did his intro and yelled at the people in chat for calling him an old man, which you agreed with, videos started coming in. Knowing you, James tweeted out to send videos of people getting hurt or hurting themselves in the most stupidest way ever. Which you weren’t prepared for.

As the first couple videos came in, you barely even cracked a smile as you stared intensely at the screen.

“Will these get any good?!” You complained at James and the chat. All James did was smirk at you and leaned back in his chair as he watched the screen.

Immediately you regret saying that as a video of a kid falling face first onto the ground plays on the screen. You immediately go wide eyed and cover your mouth to stop from laughing as James just laughs at you.

“You regret that now you little fuck?!” James teases you as you glare at him and hit his shoulder.

“Yes I do and I feel bad because it was a fucking child!”

“Don’t, they deserved it.”

“James-“

As the stream went on, the harder it got to control the laughter bubbling up in your throat.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it in. These videos are actually so fucking good.” You tell chat as James just smirks. As you look at him with the most confused look ever, you turn to look at chat to see them spamming

‘JAMES TWITTER’

‘HE SAID TOO’

‘HIS FAULT!’

“Fuck you dude!” You slap his shoulder as you stand up and look down at him as he cowards in the corner.

“Wait! I can explain!” James pleads as he looks up at you with the most horrified look.

“Fine. But make it quick.” You sat back down as you glanced at chat, then back at James.

“There really isn’t an explanation, I just wanted to fuck with you.” James laughs as you narrow your eyes at him.

“You motherfucking bitch. Why am I friends with you?”

“Because you love me!” James said as he did his little… thing… as his voice pitched up a couple octaves.

“Not anymore. I just got full on second hand embarrassment and cried after that.” You looked at him with the most disgusted face ever. You looked over at the chat as you smiled at all the comments.

“Y/n. I feel like you forget that you are my best friend. You are automatically supposed to deal with the second hand embarrassment.” James laughed as you pursed your lips, not having an argument for that.

“I should have left you on that swing set alone that day at school.”

“Oh fuck you. I was cute.”

“No. No. You were just lonely.” You said as you tried not to laugh at James’s hurt expression.

“Guys cancel Y/n! I can’t handle this abuse for much longer!” James overdramatized as he gets on his knees and pleads.

As you laugh at james, you look over at chat and see them all defending you.

‘THEY HAVE A POINT’

‘YOU DO LOOK LONELY JAMES’

‘WAIT?? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN EACH OTHER??’

“20 beautiful years that I’ve known this man.” You said as you pat James’s head.

“See. You wouldn’t have stayed this long if you didn’t love me.”

“Yeah yeah. I love ya’, blah blah blah-“

“Chat. Chat, clip that. Chat. They just said they loved me.” James whispers into his mic as you roll your eyes and hit him in the back of his head.

“And this is what makes me not love you.”

“What if I said I loved you too…. Would you just throw all of our history away? Would you throw my heart away?! I can’t believe you! You’re just giving up now?! I see how it is. Fine. I’m not getting you dinner after this.” James fake cried as he gave his “speech” to you.

“Why did that sound like you just broke up with me?! Chat. Me and James are strictly platonic. Mr has a girl! But also-“ you slap him in the head again. “You are getting me dinner for being so mean to me.”

“I’m mean-“

“Shush. We’ll discuss this after the stream.” You push your finger onto James’s lip to shut him up as he side eyes the camera, looking at it for some sort of ‘SOS’.

He pulls your hand from his mouth. “Fine. Fine.” James turns to look at you. “Hey. But truly I love you. In the most platonic way there is.”

“No shit Sherlock. And yeah. I love you too. In the most platonic way possible.” You said mimicking his words.

“Oh shut up-“ James said as he pushed you over, resulting in you falling out of your chair, for everyone to see.

“You motherfu-“

Stream disconnected.

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