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luffyvace · 4 months

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Hello there hope your doing super well ~ . As request are currently open could I please headcanons with law ,sanji, zoro. +feel free to add characters. With a s/O thats super sweet to everyone almost too sweet. Also cute. But some choice to take avngenre of y/n kinddess. And once y/N found out that is all fake. They become like a sad puppy. All sad.

Thanks for your work.💙💜

I’m doing wonderful dear anon<3 thank you for asking! Oh my I’ve never written for law, I don’t know much about him because I’m still at the impel down arc in the anime soo I hope sanji and zoro will be alright~ :)

y/n sounds so sweet! They must be protected!! (Also you used s/o and y/n so I will too, in this case no pronouns will be used ♥︎)

enjoy your hcs love! And thank you for your request! (may be a bit ooc for zoro?)

RORONOA ZORO ⚔️🗡

Zoro and a cute and sweet reader!~

what an adorable oxymoron<3

you love to cuddle and curl up on top of him when he’s sleeping

He’s a big guy so he’s sure to provide warmth

zoro doesn’t get your need to help others and being so kind to people

or how helping others makes you happy

but zoro is emotionally strong—maybe not intelligent but strong

so he knows when to draw the line for you if your accidentally being overly helpful

or if your tiring yourself out/overextending yourself

he brings a sense of balance to you in that aspect

the fact that he can do that for you is comforting and makes you feel protected

which Zoro is protective of you because of how naive you are

Zoro is very wary of strangers for you

your too sweet and assume that person is just having a bad day or that’s they’re natural face

but behind you is your big scary dog (zoro) who is glaring daggers at the person he knows actually has an evil intent towards you

Zoro is there most of the time so he doesn’t let people take advantage of you

but the times he isn’t around?

once he finds out he gonna slice that person into dice and make them return whatever they had you get them, etc

he doesn’t it like it at all and can immediately tell when someone is trying to get over on you

After the situation is handled he drags you away (getting you two lost) and says

“Seriously! You needa be more careful y/n!”

he doesn’t really notice how down you are for a while

until he turns around to ask you something and you sorta have this sad puppy look on your face

”what’s wrong with you?”

he’s not gentle about it or anything but he does care

when you tell him it’s because your sad that everyone your kind to betrays you his protectiveness heightens

”what do you wanna impress those people for when you have the world's greatest swordsman..”

he kinda muttered it to himself

but you heard and immediately perked up

you clang onto his arm and walked all the way back to the sunny like that

(might I mention it took a while since Zoro was leading..you knew the way but you decided to just let him 🤦‍♀️😂💗)

Zoro overall does appreciate what you do for him and the crew tho

how you count his push-ups and bring him the drinks/food you asked sanji to make him

it doesn’t go unnoticed so don’t worry :)

as far as y/n being cute he doesn’t notice every time

or have a big reaction when he does

he only blushes a little sometimes, again, when he notices

it’s easier to make him bashful than it is to make him blush with a cute face/smile

He does think your innocence is a bit cute tho!

…..along with naive, but still cute!

”seriously..how come your always getting yourself into trouble” (he blushes a little and turns his face away, pouting slightly)

VINSMOKE SANJI🧑‍🍳

Sanji x such a sweetheart reader is practically meant to be!!

Your both equally sweet and serving

especially sanji since he was raised in an environment where he had to serve people

you guys always insist on helping each other

your love languages are most definitely acts of service and quality time

you two do each other favors all day

”let me help you!”

”no I’ve got it sit down, relax!”

that conversation goes both ways between the two of you multiple times a day

Sanji loves to cook for you so ask him any time of day!

he never has a problem with it and wants to do it actually!

You two are equally emotional people and probably empathic

you guys feel for other people so you feel the urge to help those in need

your weakness is being too kind and his is being too much of a gentleman

you guys are actually really similar in a sense

which you all don’t mind because you can relate to each other

sanji however knows when to take a break

not to say that you don’t but you just tend to overwork yourself for other people’s sake

to which sanji puts a stop to :)

he runs you hot baths, massages your shoulders and washes your hair

You do the same for him since you’d feel bad if you didn’t

he very much appreciates this

its not every day someone takes care of him

you guys then eat the delicious hot meal he prepared and snuggle up, falling asleep together

You guys also take the chance for vacation every time you see one

Pirates have to be prepared for the worst of adventures on every island

so as soon as you see the opportunity to relax you two leap to have a fun beach day

sanji is absolutely a SIMP for how cute you are

he is SO fond over you and is always gushing and bragging (to zoro) how cute his s/o is

like literally he doesn’t shut up about how adorable you are!

a cute lady with a sweet personality??

yes please.

He definitely warns you after the first few times he sees you getting taken advantage of

it’s a sweet and gentle chat about the dangers in the world and how you can’t trust everyone

even if you don’t trust them! set boundaries and don’t let them walk all over you!

if you feel too many bad people are around don’t give them the benefit of the doubt! find a straw hat and stick with them!!

”y/n-Chan you’ve gotta use your discernment to see who is being mean and who is worthy to trust..!”

like yes some strangers are kind but some will see how sweet you are and use that against you!

absolutely does not let a man take advantage of you and will immediately kick him away

with a women tho he will probably go get robin or nami

maybe even simply take you away and let it go if it’s just a regular woman

but if it’s a pirate who’s trying to back you into a corner yeah he’s for sure getting the straw hat girls

he will offer himself instead and tell you to go get someone from back on the merry/sunny

Or maybe if you can fight he’ll root for you!

not that he likes that fact that another woman is being hurt in the process..

but if he has to choose between his woman and another one that was disrespecting his woman??

”GO MY BEAUTIFUL Y/N-CHWAAAAAN!!!”

as for sad puppy y/n he notices right away and immediately does whatever he can to cheer you up again

he bakes you sweets, runs you a bath, makes you drinks, makes you laugh, buys you whatever you want just to see you smile

and again if it was a guy who did this to you he’s 100% getting the boot 💥💥

your sure to cheer up soon with all that sanji does for you

especially with his warm cuddles n kissses ♡

thank you once again for your requests my love! Today is a very busy day..I have a lot to get out.. 😅

Overall I hope you enjoyed your hcs!

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finntheehumaneater · 3 months

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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 16)

(Part one) ao3 | Pinboard | playlist

comments/reblogs/follows are appreciated, I’m an attention whore

The girls were in the lawn with Eddie, El sitting next to him while he tried to show her how to play a D-chord on his guitar—not the one he hung on his wall—and Max was sitting on the grass, drawing with a sharpie on the toe of Eddie’s converse. Eddie’s one condition to letting her do it, even though he had suggested that they needed re-decorating, was that it needed to look cool. Max wasn’t all that good at art, and Steve couldn’t see what she was doing all the way from the steps up to the trailer, but he hoped it would turn out okay.

He felt the stairs creak as Wayne sat next to him, a gruff sigh and a hand on his shoulder. “Steve?”

Steve looked over, panic immediately seeping into his chest. Had he done something wrong? “I—I’m sorry, I—“

He was glad Wayne silenced him, squeezing his shoulder gently, because he didn’t even know what he was apologizing for anymore. “S’okay, son. Just wanna talk. M’not mad.”

Steve didn’t believe him, but he sank in on himself, letting Wayne touch him without protest. He looked back over at Eddie, who was laughing, El’s face tucked against his shoulder as she laughed, too, the guitar half falling out of her lap with Eddie’s hand holding it still.

Steve knew he and Eddie wouldn’t last long enough to talk about getting a house…getting married…getting kids…but he was so good with them. Patient with El and just letting Max vandalize his shoes…

He liked to drive, too. It was perfect. Perfect to fit in Steve’s little fantasy he’d been having since he and Nancy started dating, and even now, after they had broken up. Six kids and long road trips on the coast, somewhere far away from Indiana and all of the shit that had happened here.

“Eds said you were at the mall when it fell-in,” Wayne said quietly, his voice more scratchy the softer it got. “Never understood why you kids were there. It was closed, wasn’t it?”

Steve sighed, feeling tears prick at his eyes. His faded-bruises and scars stung at the memory of it all. There were still bruises on him, up his thighs and down his shoulders, but they were from something softer—something nicer.

Eddie liked to bite, Steve had found out. And that was fine, if that’s what Eddie wanted to do.

“How are you holding up?” Wayne whispered.

Steve choked on a sob, shaking his head, opening his mouth to apologize but Wayne cut him off, his hand rubbing at Steve’s shoulder, and right then that was the only thing keeping him from breaking down.

“S’okay. You don’t have to be okay,” Wayne murmured, knocking his knee against Steve’s. “I was goin’ to ask if you were okay with Marge and Sunny coming over for dinner. Maybe Ken if she was up for it.”

Steve didn’t understand. It was Wayne’s house, he shouldn’t get to decide whether or not people came over—and that just made the guilt of bringing the girls there without asking crash down on him again, and Steve sobbed. It was quiet and barely-audible, but Steve felt his cheeks flush anyway. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

“You know you don’t have to say yes, right? I won’t be mad, son, promise. If you’re not up for company, they won’t come.” Wayne’s tone was too gentle. Steve didn’t deserve this. He needed to leave—he needed to go somewhere, anywhere.

“No, it’s fine.”

Wayne sighed and then nodded, standing up and ruffling Steve’s hair, gentle enough that it didn’t mess it up too badly.

Steve just wanted them to be happy when he was here. He didn’t want to be disruptive, like he had been this whole fucking time.

He’d take the kids back in a minute and apologize for bringing them over when he got back.

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mynameismckenziemae · 5 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter III

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

The truth is out, feelings deepen. (previous chapter here, next chapter here)

A/N: smut, fluff, teasing, hand jobs, tequila, etc etc.

“Bob, are you a virgin?”

He flushes and ducks his head. “Yeah. I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

You lift his chin. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s okay.”

He nods, still avoiding your gaze. “I just wanna make you feel good too, I mean I’ve done some things, and I’ve read romance books, some are actually pretty descriptive…”.

“You would read romance novels to educate yourself,” you laugh. “I’m not worried, Bob. You already got me off, and my ex, uh…he only made me orgasm a handful of times.”

Bob shakes his head, “He really is a fucking loser, huh? His loss, my gain.” That’s the first time you’ve heard him swear. “Will you show me? How to touch you? How you like it?”

Heat starts to pool between your legs. “Of course. I want you to show me what you like too. I want you to tell me if we’re going too fast too”.

“I will. Wanna finish the movie before I bring you home?”

You nod and settle back on the couch.

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You wake up on Bob's chest to Steve bumping with his nose a few hours later; the living room is dark. Steve bumps you again, whining and walking to the door. “You gotta go potty buddy? I’ll let you outside” you whisper, gently pushing off Bob.

Steve races outside, barely getting off the steps before squatting to pee. You look back at the clock over the stove, 2:47.

“Sunny? Everything okay?” Bob says, sitting up on the couch.

“Yeah, Steve just had to pee, he’s coming back in now” you reply, closing the door behind him.

“My bad, I normally let him out before bed” he yawns.

“No worries. You can just take me home in the morning if you want. You don’t need to drive this late.” You yawn too.

“You sure?” He asks. You nod. “You can take my bed, I’ll sleep out here.”

You take his hand, “Nah. We can share, I don’t bite…hard”.

“Alright, alright” he chuckles, leading you to his room.

He hands you a pair of pajama pants and the shirt you wore earlier and steps into the hall to change, giving you a moment of privacy to do the same.

You change and climb into his bed. It feels amazing; feather pillows, soft sheets, and the most comfortable mattress. “I’m never leaving your bed” you groan, pulling his comforter up.

“Fine by me” he answers, entering the room.

His shirt is gone, showing off his muscular chest and stomach, down to his Adonis belt. His hair is messy and takes his glasses off, folding them and setting them on his nightstand.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” You whisper sleepily.

A blush rises from his chest up his neck, settling in his face. “Thanks”.

You smile, turning on your side as he slides in behind you, wrapping his arm around you, and pulling you close.

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You wake up in nearly the same position, except there’s now a hand holding your boob, and a hardness pressed against your ass. Bob’s still asleep, judging by his steady breathing.

You shift slightly, trying to go back to sleep but it’s enough to rouse him. He groans, while sleepily thrusting his hips thrust against your ass. He gently squeezes the breast in his hand, before suddenly pulling away, realizing what he’s doing “Oh shoot, sorry. Morning’.

You push your hips back and place his hand back where it was. “Morning”.

Realizing you’re okay with it, he continues rocking into you. He slides his hand under the shirt and plays with your nipples; gently tugging, and pinching, seeing what draws the most reaction from you. His hand slides down your front, and he dips his fingertips below the waistband. “This okay?” You nod. “Show me what you like, Sun” he whispers against your ear, drawing a shiver from you.

Your hand covers his as you slide it down your front. “I like this,” You slide his middle finger down to gather your wetness before bringing him up to your clit and circle. “And I like this,” you rub his finger to gently roll over it. Your breath hitches. “And I really like this.” You bring his hand down, pushing his middle and index finger into you. He groans, imagining your warm, wet velvet walls squeezing his cock. You put pressure on the heel of his palm so it’s pressing your clit, “Now curl your fingers like you’re saying ‘Come here’. Yes, like that. Just like that baby” you groan.

He continues, kissing along your jaw and ear before he pulls his fingers from you and turns you to your back, pushing your shirt above your chest and leans down to kiss you, sliding his fingers back into you.

You whine and arch your back, grinding your hips against his palm. He kisses a line down your neck and chest, sucking a matching bruise into your collarbone. Your hands slide into his hair.

You whimper and clench around his fingers. He groans, feeling you tighten on his fingers. He licks down to your nipple, closing his lips around the bud, and sucks, just as he curls his fingers. “Oh God, I’m close” you cry, your pelvis tightening. Bob gently bites down and you’re cumming. Your hands tighten in Bob’s hair and you tug him up to meet your lips. “Oh Bob, it’s good, you did so good” you whimper into his mouth.

He strokes you through it, slowing his fingers and pulling them out gently to not overstimulate you. You guide Bob to his back, pulling his cock from his pajama pants. Your eyes widen at the size of him. “I knew you were big, but wow.” You stroke him slowly. He groans, feeling an odd combination of embarrassed, flattered, and turned on. You find his hand and bring his fingers to your mouth, kitten licking at your wetness from them before you suck them into your mouth. A new burst of precum leaks from his tip as he watches you under half-lidded eyes. You moan around his fingers as you tighten your grip on his erection and he’s cumming on his stomach, panting heavily as he paints the ridges of his abs white.

He watches as you lean down to lick across his stomach. “You taste good.” He chuckles out a groan, head falling back. His spent cock twitches in a valiant effort.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sunny”.

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He makes you breakfast before dropping you off at home, leaving you at your door with a sweet kiss.

You smile as you start a load of laundry, grin as you meal prep for the week, and hum while you wash the dishes you made. You haven’t felt this light in years.

A sadness fills you though, as you realize how long you’ve just been going through the motions, living life like a zombie. Guilt gnaws as you recall the invitations you declined with coworkers and friends, not wanting to do anything other than go home and sleep after work, not wanting to give Derek any ammunition. You sigh, determined to make more of an effort.

Still, the giddiness remains as you sit on the couch, turning on the TV for background noise while you study. Your phone dings.

Bradley: How’d it go with Bob the other night? Is it love? It is love, I can tell. I better be a bridesmaid at the wedding.

You: You’re an idiot. But it was good. We hung out yesterday, he brought me to the beach with Steve.

Bradley: Already introducing you to the kid?! Must be serious.

Sunny: Stoppppp lol.

Bradley: Seriously though. Bob’s a good guy. You need that after dickhead. You weren’t you, Sunny. It’s like he took the light from your eyes.

Tears spring to your eyes as you reply.

Sunny: I know. I can still hear his voice. I’m sorry I withdrew so much.

Bradley: Don’t be sorry. He should be. And he will be if I ever see his stupid face again 💪🏻

Sunny: Lol. I just can’t with you🤦🏻‍♀️ God, I missed you.

Bradley: Missed you too, Sunny girl. It’s gonna be like old times now that we’re both living here.

Sunny: Ugh. I don’t know if my liver can take that abuse again. Yours either, Grandpa.

Bradley: Don’t even start. I’m not that much older than you.

Sunny: Whatever you say.

You smile and get back to studying. 5 days until you complete the course and take the exam.

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The week passes quickly, but unfortunately, you and Bob haven’t been able to meet up again. You do text daily though, and talk on the phone a few times. Before you know it, Friday rolls around. The final assessment and exam exam day of your flight course.

Your phone pings as you walk through the hospital to the assessment area.

Bob: You don’t need it, but good luck today. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

Sunny: Thanks! I’m more nervous than I thought I’d be. I can’t wait either, I’ve missed you.

Bob: Missed you too. See you later.

You turn your phone off, take a deep breath, and step inside.

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Several hours later, the Uber Bob ordered for you pulls a Mexican restaurant he had chosen. It’s close to base, so he suggested meeting you since he was kept later at work than he planned, and he’d take you home. You love that he takes initiative and plans.

You walk in and spot him, and he chokes on his drink when he sees you.

“Wow, Sunny. You look amazing. How’d it go?” He stands to greet you. You blush, looking down at your sundress. You’d left your hair natural, and it curls down your back.

“Thanks. You do too. I passed! They offered me a job too!” You reply, hugging him. The stress of the week melts away as he holds you, even if it’s brief.

“What?! That’s great! Are you gonna take it? He asks, releasing you and pulling out your chair.

“Yeah, I think so. They told me to think it over this weekend and let them know on Monday.” You answer.

“I’m happy for you Sunny. You deserve it.” He replies.

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You’re finishing your second margarita as Bob pays, even after you insist it’s your turn. He politely declined, saying “Next time, it was a special day for you. Let me”. You caved, thanking him again.

“You got a little salt, from the rim,” he says, looking at your mouth.

“Where?” You lean forward, so he’ll show you.

“Right…there” he swipes it from your bottom lip with his thumb.

You grab his hand, licking the salt off before nipping and releasing him. “Thanks” you reply with a wink. Tequila makes you bold (and makes your clothes fall off, but they’ll have to wait until later).

His eyes widen and he shifts in his chair. “An-anytime.”

You smile and finish your drink. “Ready?” You say, rising to your feet.

He nods, slowly rising. “Hey, uh…can you go first though? I have a…a situation and…” he trails off.

You glance down. He’s got a situation alright. His obvious erection is pressing against his jeans. You bite your lip and nod, grabbing his hand and pulling him close behind you as you walk through the restaurant.

He opens his truck door for you, and you slide to the middle seat again. As you buckle, he gets in and starts the truck. He startles when you palm him through his jeans.

You tease him the whole ride, touching him with different pressures and speeds, but no consistent rhythm. You whisper all the dirty things in his ear. “God, I want you in my mouth. I’d pull you out right now but I’m gonna take my time with you when I suck you off the first time,” He whimpers, hands tightening on the steering wheel “Will you let me, huh? Will you cum in my mouth?”. You moan, rubbing your thighs together.

“Ye-yeah, yes. I want that.” he stutters. He pulls into his drive and parks. He pulls you across the seats and out, pinning you against the truck with his hips. He kisses you roughly and grinds his hips into you. "You like doing this to me, don'tcha? You like riling me up, making me hard, making me cum in my pants?" You whine and nod. You love it.

"Yeah, you can put your mouth on me, Sunny girl," you moan, ready to go, "but I get to put mine on you first."

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #top gun maverick #bob floyd x you #aint no sunshine when she’s gone

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epiphlyte · 1 year

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its a bird its a plane its the wof arc 1 dod! yeah i was into drawing wof before i really honed in on cats believe it or not. it’s finally time to revisit my roots, wof was the first fandom i was introduced to at a young age and wof fanon wiki was the first internet space i ever joined!

a real deep dive on what went into these designs below the cut, im not sure about your regular epiphlyte.tumblr.com reader but i know i absolutely loove to listen to people talk about their creative choices!

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clay’s the design i’m most unhappiest with; unlike what i usually do with these kinds of multiple character drawings i completely sketched/lined/coloured each character before moving on to the next. you can tell i did him first LOL the entire time i was just like “eughh i wanna redo him,,,” i like the direction he’s going but the execution isn’t my favourite for sure. i’d like to revisit him someday!

second one i did was tsunami! at the time i didn’t really like her face shape since it wasn’t what i was picturing, but now i actually quite like it. could maybe use a bit of tweaking (and colour variation?) here or there but i think this design’s good! i like her swirlies!

i was super proud of glory’s lineart but then moved onto the colours and? they look fine after ten minutes of changing the hues around but they’re still not ones i usually work with. i like the general base i have down for rainwings and how they look so frilly and out of place next to my other dragons, and i think it suits glory’s place in canon!

starflight’s just a generic little dragon. a lad. i originally had a bandanna on him and drew him with his volcano eruption scars but i forgot them when lining,,,, oops (it was 3 am i was half awake),, however i do like the simplicity for nightwings! it fits their role in canon, but i want to come up with more accessories/shapes/colours to distinguish them

sunny’s the design i did last and also the one i’m most proud of, my little lemon cow <3! i like the little sparkles in her frills and her face shape though id like to maybe play around with the colours a little more. comparing her with starflight im not sure how no one in canon could guess that she was half nightwing lol, although i sort of like that!

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generally, apart from maybe sunny, i want to make these designs more unique and reminiscent of my own. fiddling around with colours and such... the characters are a lot less same-facey than they used to be years ago but i want to play with those shapes even further.

anyhow, thank you for reading this far if anyone did!

#wings of fire #wof #dragonets of destiny #clay #tsunami #glory #starflight #sunny #late night doodles #are long bodies of text hard to read for yall?#they didn't used to bother me but rereading this b4 posting was hell #lemme know what you think?#i tend to ramble a lot lmao

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jaelvr · 3 months

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1. “what are you do-” “look, now we match!” ( used here )

2. “You’re cleaning this up, right? Since this was your idea.”

3. “Feeling better?” “It feels like I’ve been slapped but on the inside.” “So…no?" ( used here )

4. "I don’t think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it.”

5. “Shh- that’s just what you think.” “No, I’m pretty sure that’s what I know.”

6. “and why would I do this for you?” “Because you love me.” “Not enough- fine.”

7. “Who let you look so cute today?”

8. “Can we wait a second? I wanna take a picture of you right now.”

9. “I think I’m gonna fail this test-” “It’s okay, you pass in my heart.” “That means nothing.”

10. “Am I your favourite?” “I like your dog a bit more than you, I won’t lie." ( used here )

11. “This is unfair.” “I can’t help the fact you’re terrible at Mario kart."

12. "since we’re dating, does that mean I can hold your hand whenever I want?”

13. “I’ve been looking for my hoodie-” “my hoodie, you mean.”

14. “I’ve always wanted to come here with you.”

15. “this song reminds me of you.” ( used here )

16. “as much as I love food, I’m giving you the last piece just this once.”

17. “you’re cold?” “no? it’s super sunny right now-” “take my jacket anyway.”

18. “oh no, my head, it’s falling conveniently onto your shoulder!”

19. “shut up and kiss me already.”

20. “i’ve waited for so long just to say that to you.”

21. “your hands are colder than the one time I lost a bet and I had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes.”

22. “you seem like you want ice cream.”

23. “mcDonald’s is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?” “it’s 3 in the morning.” “and?” “let’s go.”

24. “you love me?” “i always have.”

25. “what’s that even supposed to be?” “it’s a drawing of you, idiot.”

26. “here comes the airplane!” “i can feed myself.” “too bad.”

27. “it’s a 4000 piece puzzle and you’ve finished maybe 100 pieces max. and how long have you been doing this?”

28. “i know it’s not the best but-” “i love it.”

29. “i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?” ( used here )

30. “I remember the first time we met.”

31.“I know it’s your favorite.” ( used here )

32. “Everything okay? You don’t seem like yourself.”

33. “Let me get that for you.” ( used here )

34. “I’m here to listen.”

35. “Let’s go out. Just the two of us.”

36. “I don’t have to ask, I know.”

37. “Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”

38. “Well, I don’t, but you do.”

39. “I did it for you.”

40. “No one’s ever done this for me before…”

41. “Only you can call me that.” ( used here )

42. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

43. “It’ll take more than that to get rid of me.”

44. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

45. “We’ll get through this together.” ( used here )

46. “Don’t worry, I knew what you meant.”

47. “I’m not going anywhere.”

48. “You shouldn’t see that jerk anymore. I’m worried you’ll get hurt.”

49. “Wherever you are, that’s where my home is."

50. “Look who’s under the mistletoe!”

51. “i want to spend the day with you doing nothing.”

52. “i saw something today that reminded me of you.” ( used here )

53. “you bought me flowers?” ( used here )

54. “i never thought i’d feel this kind of happiness.”

55. “i still dream about you even though you’re mine.”

56. “where’s my goodnight kiss?”

57. “can you read to me?”

58. “i feel safe with you.”

59. “you can stay as long as you want.” ( used here )

60. “my love for you only grows with each passing second.”

61. “a man could hold the weight of worlds, but he could never carry the love i have for you.”

62. “you know, even if you left me, i’d still be yours.”

63. “i have so much love for you i almost don’t know what to do with it.”

64. “i’m falling in love with you.” ( used here )

65. “we’ll never get to sleep if you keep fidgeting like that.”

66. “kiss me harder.”

67. “no, don’t stop. i like the sound of your voice.” ( used here )

68. “you’re so cool.”

69. “you’re with me always.”

70. “i’d never turn down a kiss from you.”

ANGST -

71. “you didn’t just break my heart, you broke my trust.”

72. “i’ve waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how i feel, but you don’t deserve an explanation.”

73. “i don’t have the energy to fight you anymore.”

74. “take what you want from me and just leave already.”

75. “i’m not ready to live without you.”

76. “i let you in, you and your poison, and now i’m no good.”

77. “you feel further away from me now than when you were a stranger.”

78. “i don’t forgive you.”

79. “let me go.”

80. “it doesn’t matter how good the dream is, we always wake up.”

81. “you can’t be bitter now, this was your decision.”

82. “i lost myself the day i lost you.”

83. “i wish i could love you, i know you’d be good for me, but i can’t.”

84. “please don’t make me go, i want to stay.”

85. “the sad thing is, i’d do it all over again even for the same outcome.”

86. “you said you’d follow me anywhere” — “you know i can’t follow you there.”

87. “you’re the only mistake i don’t regret, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake.”

88. “you didn’t deserve me.”

89. “i loved you, you used me.”

90. “i’m allowed to move on.”

91. “i still wanted to believe that you are a good person after everything you’ve done to me. ”

92. “ you gave me another chance to be a new person again, but you didn’t seem to trust me enough. ”

93. “ why did you betray / leave me ? ”

94. “my heart desired for your love then. ”

95. “ why did you love me now ? ”

96. “ i have given you all my love but you threw them away like it was nothing. ”

97. “ now you want me like i wanted you ? ”

98. “ you’re wasting my time. ”

99. “ i just wish that we both had the same feeling back then. ”

100. “ we still can fix this, but we can’t be together again. "

101. ” i regret meeting you. “

102. ” thanks for the trauma, by the way. “

103. ” it’s best for us to be strangers again. “

104. ” maybe there’s another universe where we have a happy ending we’ve always wanted. “

105. ” i hope to never see you again. “

106. ” i’ve seen the way you look at them, if they are the one, then leave. be with your true soulmate. “

107. "what am i to you truly ? a puppet to be used to get what you want? ”

108. “ what am i to you truly ? ”

109. “you manipulated me into believing your bullshits ! ”

110. “i don’t care if you need me, it’s your own fault for breaking our relationship. ”

111. “ why should i trust you again ? ”

112. “ we can’t go back like we used to, take a look what happened to us now. ”

113. “our relationship / friendship ends now. ”

114. “we were never meant be. ”

115. “of all people, why it should be you who hurt me ? ”

116. “I believe in you. I always have. Maybe that’s my fatal flaw.”

117. “I never forgot you. I couldn’t.”

118. . “After everything, how could you not trust me?”

119. “ I wanted this to end differently. ”

120. “There was only one way this could go.”

121. “I miss you, more than I thought possible.”

122. “I thought you loved me.”

123. “There was an accident, They’re in the hospital.”

124. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

125. “I forgot you were like this.”

126. “ Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

127. “ It’s my fault that this happened. ”

128. “If you go through with this, you’ll be giving up everything you’ve ever known.”

129. “If I remember correctly, you never came for me.”

130. “I thought you left.”

131. “You left me.”

132. “I know you’re there, open the door.”

133. “I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”

134. “Stop holding back, I can take it.”

135. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”

136. “They are still in surgery, no updates.”

137. “ It was an accident, I swear.”

138. “I tried calling you. A few times actually.”

139. “I need to do this, why can’t you see that?”

140. “When will you let this go?”

141. “Everything I’ve done has been for you.”

142. “You were my best friend.”

143. “Why can’t you just listen to me?”

144. “Please, just let me forget you.”

ENEMIES TO LOVERS -

145. “i know that you are my enemy , but you have intoxicated me into falling in love with you .”

146. “you’re the first person who is vulnerable enough to make me impossibly weak .”

147. “will i ever regret my own choice for loving you instead of killing you ?”

148. “forget who we are , let’s make our new life together .”

149. “at first you were the hell that you gave me , until you become my heaven .”

150. “ I’ll try my best to deserve you .”

151. “i seek for peace , until i found you .”

152. “tell me , why does my own enemy could make feel safe ?”

153. “though you are dangerous , you are also capable of love .”

154. “my hands have stained with bloods and violence , yet you choose to hold them like a precious thing .”

155. “ i’ve hurt you , why would you seek love and warmth in me ?”

156. “i’d rather die in your arms than being stabbed by you .”

157. “curse me with your love , darling .”

158.“what did you do to me to make me fall in love with you ?”

159. “ you’re so pure and innocent , and i am scared to hold you and break you into pieces .”

160. “losing you is my worst nightmare .”

161. “i’m sorry for hurting you .”

162. “be in my dreams to replace the nightmares you have given me .”

163. “why do you want me of all people ?”

164. “i can’t help myself from falling in love with you .”

165. “let’s have a peaceful life , shall we ?”

166. “i shouldn’t have given you the scar , i hate it so much .”

167. “be happy with me .”

168. “ i’ve always hated your smile , but as i keep seeing you smile , i begin to admire them .”

169. “god really gives me a soulmate in a possible way , doesn’t he ?”

170. “i’m grateful to have you as my enemy .”

171. “i feel calm when i am with you .” ( used here )

172. “ teach me how to love , so i won’t hurt you .”

173. “all i knew in my life: love is a weakness . then you came into my life , making me stronger not to lose you .”

174. “every second i have spent with you , i’ll treasure them to remember you .”

175 .“ you don’t have any idea how much i love you .” ( used here )

176. “there are many reasons why i hate about you , but those reasons turn into something why i love you .”

177. “we were destined to be enemies , so we could fight against each other until we tire ourselves and find many reasons why we should stop and forgive each other .”

178. “i forgive you , despite the hell you have put me through .”

179. “let us move forward into something new .”

180. “i should’ve let you die , but i chose to protect you .”

181. “sit , and let me tell you the reasons why am i falling in love with you .” ( used here )

182. “it’s impossible , isn’t it ? how two enemies can have feelings for each other ?”

183. “ let me protect you instead of fighting against you .”

184. “each day i am always worried something dangerous might happen to you , but i am the danger , aren’t i ?”

Enjoy !! <3

- Mars

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DADDY ISSUES - Part Seven: Friends

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you're all moved in and set up, what do you have to look forward to in your relationship as Elvis Presley's sugar baby? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: sad reader, angst, guilt/shame as a result of sexual activity, elvis being a bit of a fucktard ngl

Rating: M || Word Count: 3985

A/N: i hope y'all are enjoying still!! i can't tell you how many ideas spurred while writing these chapters. i literally had a web of ideas that i somehow managed to weave all into this little fic lol

Song Rec: friends - anne marie and marshmello

This is Part 7 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

[ masterlist | taglist ]

🦋 mila

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“Am I allowed to date or see other people or is this an exclusive thing?”

Elvis’ eyebrows shoot up when you ask the question and you can tell that he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes drop to the floor and eyebrows furrow as he considers what you’ve asked. After a few moments of tense silence, he clears his throat and glances back up at you with a tight smile.

“Course you can see other people. We ain’t an item or nothin. It’s just a convenient relationship for both of us. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, but doesn’t mean we gotta be lovers neither.”

You nod, offering a small smile. His eyes fall to your finger and he smirks.

“That’s a good girl. Lemme see,” he says, scooting forward and holding out his palm.

You drop your hand into his and he gently runs his fingers over it with the hint of a smile on his face. His calloused fingertips ghost over your knuckle and then onto the ring resting snugly on your finger. You take a deep breath, the feeling of your touch on his palm making you giddy and excited.

“See you doin so good already followin my rules. This ring’ll tell everybody important that you’re with me. Looks good on ya, princess,” he says with a nod. “You like it?”

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Presley,” you say, automatically defaulting to his proper name. You feel like you should treat him respectfully, or maybe you’re addressing him as your boss? You aren’t sure but the urge to be formal is suddenly extremely present in the room. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and definitely not something that I could ever afford on my own. Thank you so much for gifting it to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, waving dismissively. “It’s payment for our first appointment. This was the arrangement we agreed to and I stick to my promises. There’s more to come, I’m sure.”

Your lips part as you watch his gaze fade from sunny blue eyes to a dark, serious expression. He emphasizes the word come, pausing after he speaks the word. He draws it out, licking his tongue over his lips before finishing the sentence. You desperately hope you’re not reading too much into it, because you do desperately want him to be talking about you.

Everything in your body wants him to touch you and make you feel things you’ve never experienced in your life. The first time you saw him in 1956, you wanted him. Other girls may also want him, but not like you. They don’t want him like you do. The lust he planted then has done nothing but grow since that day. For god’s sake, it possessed you, the most unlikely person in the world, to slide out of your panties and offer them up to a complete stranger who you’d probably never see again. Elvis’ voice jerks you out of your awe.

“Which reminds me, what sorta payments do you want? I don’t wanna get you nothin you dont like.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Well, I like necklaces and rings. Um, I’m more of a pants girl than dresses but I still like nice dresses and things. Um…”

“Noted,” he replies.

Silence settles as his eyes trace over your figure. You’re becoming more comfortable with him doing that, since he does it pretty constantly. The little problem of your debts and bills rises to the forefront of your mind and you consider adding to the list since that’s what you really need to be paid off, but before you can say anything else, he curls his finger and motions for you to come over to him.

Your core starts to swell with excitement and you actively fight the smile that wants to cross your face. You take a few steps closer to him and sit down on his lap, just as you had the other day. You already feel a bit more comfortable this time as you rest your hands on his chest and his hands gently cup your thighs. You stay still, waiting for instructions which he promptly provides.

“Tilt your head up for me,” he says and you gulp before obeying, lengthening your chin out so that he can see your neck better.

His fingers gently rise up toward your skin, ghosting across your throat and the sensitive skin underneath your jawline. Your eyes flutter and threaten to close but you force them to remain open. He just gently closes his fingers around your throat, not all the way but enough that your breath audibly shudders. You gulp your nerves down as your pussy begins to throb with desire for him. Just as you’ve resolved to lean down and kiss him, he pulls his fingers away.

“You got a pretty neck, princess. Perfect for my hand. I think a necklace would work nicely for you.”

You hover in the space between you, resisting the strongest urge to smash your lips against his. Your entire body is slowly aching for him, but is it okay for you to make a move? Despite his loveliness in answering your questions, you’re still confused as to how all of this works. Plus, now that you’re relying totally and completely on Elvis to sustain you financially, you’re terrified of making a mistake that’s unfixable. Just as your head begins to bob forward with a burst of confidence, your nerves get the better of you and you just hover anxiously. You clear your throat and Elvis continues the conversation.

“Is jewelry what you like best? Or dresses or what?”

“Um, I guess I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I…don’t have much of a preference,” you reply with a lackluster shrug. “I could use some new clothes. But, of course the jewelry is also very nice. Um…sorry, I just feel very awkward saying these things.”

You laugh nervously but he shakes his head.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” you suddenly laugh as you realize what it feels like and that image begins to surface in your mind, “honestly, it feels a bit like sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what I want for Christmas. I’m just not very used to asking for things, like material things.”

“But that’s how you get what you want. Y'ask for it.”

“I guess so, yeah. But that’s usually not how it works for normal people, and it’s certainly never worked out that way for me. I hardly ever get what I ask or pray for. God has favorites and I really don’t think I’m one of them,” you reply with a weak chuckle. “Besides, I’m just not the kind of person who places a lot of value on material objects or gifts or anything. I don’t need all that many things, to be honest. Just the basics, although these are very tempting and it feels good to own them. They’re not really necessary in the grand scheme of things, you know what I mean?”

“But that’s what I’m here for. I ain’t got no issue giving you whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask, princess, and it’s yours.”

“I’m not used to that. People like me don’t just get the things we ask for. We have to work for them.”

“Not anymore, doll,” he smiles, leaning forward to whisper against your cheek. “Ask and it’s yours.”

You smile in awe as Elvis pulls back.

“Stand up, over there,” he gestures toward the middle of the room. You nod and carefully remove yourself from his lap to stand on the mark he’s given you. Once there, you await his directions. “Take the dress off. Just the top. I wanna see you better.”

You nod and turn away from him to spice things up. You shakily lift the strap of your dress up and off of your shoulder, glancing over your skin at Elvis who watches you hungrily. You let the strap fall, exposing the skin of your shoulder to him. The slow speed with which you’re stripping is putting both you and him through an uncomfortable tenseness that only grows when you drop the other strap down. The dress, being held up mostly by the straps, elegantly falls off your chest and pools around your waist where it’s cinched in a little tighter. You reach up for the strap to your bra, but Elvis stops you.

“No. There’s good enough,” he says. “Turn around.”

You obey him, spinning around so he can get a good look at your entire body. He rubs his slender fingers over his lips, tugging them out lazily. You stand still like a statue before him until he gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here. Right here. All the way this time.”

He points to the space between his legs, a spot that has become rather familiar to you already. You can’t help the smile that spreads onto your cheeks as you step toward him.

He leans forward, his fingers taking hold of your waist. They gingerly trail up the bare skin of your waist, so lightly that you feel goosebumps spreading across your skin. He traces his fingers around to your front, ghosting over your breasts underneath the bra. He curls his fingers around your chest and squeezes firmly. You release a contented breath and close your eyes at the sensation, what little of it there even is. It’s more than you’ve gotten from him so far. He squeezes a few more times, saying nothing, before he releases your breasts.

You instinctively follow his grasp as it retreats. Your eyes fly open in disappointment and he slides further down into the red velvet chair. He tugs gently on the zipper to his jumpsuit while staring intensely into your eyes.

“You know what to do, darlin."

Unfortunately, you do know what to do, although you’d love to do something else right now. It might only be the second time you’ve sucked him off, you hope this time will be different. You hope this time you’ll get to share in the receiving end. Glancing up into his bright blue eyes, you have an idea. You lean over him, trying to push your breasts near his face in the hopes that you’ll tempt him enough to put some effort into pleasing you. You pause for a few seconds, waiting for him to grasp your chest.

When he doesn't respond, you reach down to grasp the zipper. His hand snakes onto yours, gripping your fingers away from his suit. You glance up at him in confusion

"I liked what you did the other night with your teeth," he says, his eyes falling down to your lips. "Do it like that again."

You gently maneuver yourself onto the floor on your knees and catch the zipper between your teeth. This time, you unzip the jumpsuit slowly, maintaining eye contact with Elvis all the way down. You spread the leather of his jumpsuit aside so you can access him. His white boxer briefs are familiar to you now. You glance sneakily up at the clock in the corner of the room to see that you only have about five minutes until show time.

As much as you appreciate his trying to get to know you better, you’re desperate for some physical attention. You’ve been responsible for taking care of yourself for the last five years or so and, quite frankly, you’re just tired of it. Having a man touch you for once is a need that’s rekindled every time he dares to touch you.

But with only five minutes left, you waste no time, yanking his underwear off and wrapping your fingers around his length. You immediately start to pump him, licking the tip of his dick with your tongue. He releases a satisfied sigh and leans back into the chair. You glance up to see his head tilted toward the ceiling with his eyes completely closed. You feel pleased with yourself but frustrated at his passivity. You yank him into your mouth and harshly bob your head up and down on top of him.

He groans and moans in approval. Your eyes flash wide when his hand sneaks down your chest to massage your breasts through your bra. You hum against his length as he pinches your nipple between his fingers. You shift closer to him, hoping he'll touch you harder. While the sensation is very welcome, you need so much more.

As your head bobs up, your eyes flick up toward him again to see that he hasn’t moved, other than his hips which are beginning to buck up into your mouth as he matches your pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. You continue to bob up and down on his dick as you fight back the emotion that’s flooding into your chest painfully.

You feel him start to twitch in your mouth and pump your hand harder on his length. A few seconds later, his hips are bucking into your lips and his hot cum is slipping down your throat. You gulp it down begrudgingly, the taste almost sour on your tongue. Your body shudders with the displeasure of the action and the taste but mostly with how it made you feel at the moment.

You drop your head immediately, focusing on the floor below you as Elvis reassembles himself to go back out for the show which starts in just a few minutes. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, wanting to transport yourself completely from this situation into a different time and place, somewhere you’re safe and alone. On his way out, Elvis places his hand on your head and gives your hair a little muss. His fingers slip down to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. You reluctantly open your eyes and he smirks down at you slightly.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs before making his way toward the door.

You keep yourself upright until you hear the door shut behind him. As soon as the lock clicks, you feel your face screwing up. You keel over onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking with the emotion that is coursing through your body. You curl onto your knees and sit back on them, resting your forehead on the scratchy carpet below you. Tears start to pool by your eyes and you don’t stop them as the warm liquid falls from your eyes to stain the carpet below you. You curl your arms around your shoulders as your body shakes and you cry.

He had his chance to pleasure you and he didn’t take the hints, which you thought were very obviously being given to him. Now, it’s too late. You feel worthless, disgusting, dirty. You understand that you wholeheartedly gave yourself up to Elvis when you agreed to become his sugar baby but you assumed the arrangement would be mutual.

You should be stronger than this; this shouldn’t bother you so much. You are the one who agreed to this, who decided to accept the proposal. You’re just reaping the consequences of your actions, the ones Steve warned you about. But for some unplaceable reason, it hurts. A lot.

On the other hand, while you realize how silly and dramatic it is to be upset when you’ve just begun, the emotions that are running through your veins are so strong. And considering that you’ve relocated your entire life over the last week, it’s probably understandable that you’re feeling so overwhelmed.

After a few more tears sneak out, you sniffle and wipe your runny nose on your arm, not caring about the stickiness spreading onto your skin. You don’t have anyone to look pretty for anymore. And the one person you did choose to look nice for doesn’t seem to have any interest in you other than using you as a personal fleshlight. As moments of anger and embarrassment pulse through your veins, you pull yourself together with a few deep breaths.

You weren’t really in the mood for giving him a blowjob even when you got dressed to come downstairs tonight. But he asks and you provide. As he said earlier, ‘all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours’. As you dry your tears, that phrase starts to circle in your brain. Ask and it’s yours… If that’s what he wants. That’s what he’ll get. Why can’t you take the reins a little? You’re half of the deal, after all.

You stand, fix your hair and your dress, wipe off your tears and snot and grab your purse. You exit the dressing room with the confidence of someone who simply doesn’t have the will to care anymore.

As you trudge out of the dressing room, not bothering to pause before the door to listen for anyone passing, you keep your eyes glued to the floor beneath you. You shrug your bag over your shoulder and pull the bottom of your dress down harshly, trying to get the stubborn fabric to stay put. When your body slams into another, you momentarily lose your footing and feel yourself careening toward the floor. Luckily, whoever you bumped into manages to catch you at the last moment. With a panting breath, you glance up to see one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life. He helps you to your feet as you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Uh…thanks,” you say nervously. “I’m so sorry about that.”

He chuckles, leaning down to pick up your purse, which you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped during the collision. Your eyes widen as you notice the black lingerie poking out from inside the bag. You wonder if he notices, although he doesn’t mention or allude to it at all when he carefully hands the bag back to you. You snatch it quickly from his hands, sneakily reaching your hand in to push the lingerie back into its hidden place.

“It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for being so clumsy,” he says, flashing a crooked smile at you.

As his straight white teeth sparkle in the light of the hallway, you can’t help but grin back at him. A few moments of silence pass before one of you gets the courage to say something else.

“So…do you work here?” he asks, gesturing to your outfit.

“Oh, uh, sorta. I’m part of Mr. Presley’s…” your eyes wander quickly around your environment, desperately searching for an excuse that doesn’t involve your chest and face being covered in Elvis' cum. You suddenly see someone pass carrying a case of makeup and your face brightens. “...makeup crew. I’m one of his makeup consultants.”

“You do his makeup?”

“Well, I just sort of check it to make sure it’s up to standard, you know. The eyeliner and such,” you pull out as much knowledge of makeup as you can possibly access in your brain as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit what you really do here, but you still feel too ashamed to fess up to it. You know there’s no way that this stranger is actually buying the idea that you’re a makeup artist for Elvis, considering what you’re wearing and the fact that your own makeup is probably smudged hideously from the crying and snotting all over.

“Cool. I’m one of the stagehands, so I carry some of the props onstage and help with the curtains and all that.”

“Oh, that’s super cool!” you say, folding your arms over your chest. “How did you get into that?”

“My mom was a singer back in the day, so I’ve always been around sets. How did you get into…what you do?”

“Oh, it’s just a job for money. There’s nothing that special about it, honestly.”

“Working that closely to Elvis Presley isn’t special?”

“He’s not as amazing as you’d think, actually,” you reply with a curt smile as you reflect on all the disappointments you’ve already experienced since becoming his sugar baby. “But it pays the bills.”

“I can understand that,” he says, staring down into your eyes.

You’ve been truthful with him, besides admitting what you do. Although you can’t explain why, you want this man to think highly of you. Elvis did say that you could date other people, so why shouldn’t you take a stab at this one. He’s handsome with curly brown locks, deep brown doe eyes, and a nicely shaped face. He’s very tall and decently built; you guess he has to be pretty strong to be able to toss set pieces around.

You abruptly stick your hand out for him to shake. His eyebrows raise but he takes your hand in his, giving it two solid pumps. You wiggle your fingers, assuming he’s going to release your hand but he holds onto it for a few seconds longer than you’re expecting. You smile sweetly as he releases your fingers slowly. You drag them across his palm and resist the urge to shudder with excitement.

It’s been upwards of five years since you last had a serious boyfriend, so the thought of maybe finding someone after all this time is extremely appealing. Not to mention that you’re desperate for some physical pleasure. With all of this teasing and leading-up to nothing, you’re starting to get fed up and very tired of the constant lack of tension relief.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“I’m-”

“Max!” someone shouts from a different spot in the backstage area. “Stop flirting and get your ass over here to help with the curtains!”

Your eyes shift toward a man yelling orders who you assume is in charge of the stagehands and the backstage activities. Max glances back at you with a shrug.

“Duty calls. Will I…see you here tomorrow?”

“Uh…no, probably not. I don’t think I work tomorrow and I have another job that I have to take care of on the side,” you lie, not too excited about the idea of coming down here more than necessary.

“Oh, damn. Well, what days do you work?”

“It’s sort of unpredictable, to be honest,” you can feel your palms growing sweaty with his constant questioning.

“Alright. Cryptic but alright,” he laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch his biceps flex. If you were wondering, your question has now been answered. He’s strong strong. “Guess I’ll just have to hang out around here every day until I see you again.”

“Oh…” you drop your gaze, embarrassed and flattered by his charming flirting. “Well in that case, maybe I can make an exception for you. Here.”

You snatch a pen from the table next to you and scribble the number to your hotel room on his palm.

“You can reach me here. If you ever want to hang out or need help or, well, whatever,” you offer.

“And what if I need something tonight? I can call you then?”

You chuckle and bite your lip at his goofy smile.

“You can call whenever. And I’ll decide if I want to pick up or not.”

“Max Carver!” the stage manager shouts and Max jumps.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Max. I’ll hope to see you again some time.”

“If I have anything to say about it, you will," he replies with a wink and a handsome grin.

You turn and start on your way out of the backstage area as you hear the stage manager shouting instructions to Max. You smile to yourself, just a little bit smitten with him.

As you pass the trash can on the way out, you click open your purse and pull the black lingerie out. You drop it into the can and get on your way back upstairs without giving the piece of clothing a second thought.

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popoutsekai · 2 years

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from anonymous : Can I get a sunny x reader where the reader likes to draw? Reader doesn't really share their drawings with the gang but one day sunny accidentally sees their sketchbook somehow and sees beautiful drawings of him made by y/n.

I hope you're having a wonderful day!🧸

ahh hello!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day too! sorry i messed up some formatting stuff and it ended up deleting your ask (oops?) i don’t know when you sent this so i’m banging it out as fast as i can + i’m new to tumblr bear with me pls </3 also i didnt know which sunny you wanted so i wrote for older sunny, if you want more younger sunny lmk pls !!

w/o further ado, welcome to artist!reader x sunny from both povs ^^

art cred !! + ct reading under cut, omori spoilers regarding the entire plot lmao sorry </3

reader perspective - second pov

did you mean to leave your sketchbook at sunny’s house, three years ago? most definitely not. why would you, [name], the organized artist of the 12 year olds, become so forgetful at a random moment in time? and now you were 15, 16 give or take.

you were the one who changed the least over those three long years; just a little more troubled, a little less organized. and you forgot about your sketchbook a while ago. you assumed you left it at the park, or something. but it wasn’t a big deal. the big deal was that you and kel got sunny out of the house!

it was actually mostly kel. that was the only person you talked to, basically. and you were busy the third day before sunny’s move. so, you joined him on the second day before.

“so, sunny, you okay and everything?” you slipped in when kel randomly flew away to get hero more random gifts at fix-it, of all places. “i heard you were moving away. are you excited?”

you heard a light “mhm” vocalize from his chest. you turned to him and smiled slightly.

“you’re lucky, you know. the world out there’s big. i hope you have a good time and stuff.”

“mhm.”

“just don’t forget about all of us!” you poked him with your shoulder lightly as to not push him over. he was glass, he was fragile, but he was as graceful as ever.

he nodded as kel yelled for you two to finally “move along! we’re going home- well, to my house!”

you were almost taking your first steps in kel’s direction, but sunny didn’t really move. noticing this, your body turned on its own to face him. “wanna take my hand?”

he blinked. yeah, sunny blinked.

“sure.”

it was quiet, but you could hear it loud and clear. his hand gripped onto yours as snug as could be.

well, maybe for him. he was gripping on for dear life on your part.

“YO! will you guys hurry? hero’s almost here…” kel’s whines echoed throughout the store, annoying the workers there.

you laughed a little, sunny’s hand still in yours. “hold on, kel! we’ll be right there!”

and with that, you felt as if sunny gained trust with you a little more.

sunny’s perspective - second pov

did you mean to find [name]’s sketchbook, from years and years ago, in your room as you and kel and hero and them were sleeping over in your house, in your room? most definitely not. in fact, you were just snooping around your living room before you heard their steps float in the house.

you flinched. they really haven’t changed throughout the years(?) you spent without them. they just looked different. a little more disheveled. but they still had that grace they held within them.

“hey, sunny? do you know where the bathroom is?” they yawned groggily, you figured you had to turn around to face them properly. “sorry, i just keep forgetting how your house wo- what is that?”

their eyes landed on the booklet that you had in your hands. the front cover had sketches of your little group. your little seven person group from long ago.

“hold on, i lost that a long time ago! well, we can kill some time here. do you wanna look through it together?”

you nodded, wanting to see more. what’s gone through their mind all this time? what happened throughout all those years?

but the first page you flipped to was near the middle of the sketchbook. it was a full body pose of…someone who looked so familiar. it felt as if it was captured from years ago, and placed onto the page. the boy felt happy, full of love and life. and you knew that wasn’t like how you were back then, not most of the time.

you turned to [name], staring at their gaping mouth and wide eyes. “oh my god, i forgot about that drawing.” they caressed the pages between their fingers and smiled. “this is the drawing that inspired me to draw more of…well, you. a little embarrassing, huh?”

you shook your head. it was more embarrassing for you, really.

“oh, phew, that’s a relief! well, that’s because…let me just show you.” they placed a hand inside their sweatshirt pocket, pulling out a small notebook around the same size you had in your hands. it fell onto the notebook you held with a plop. “you can look through it if you want.”

and so you did. the pages felt so good to flip through. it felt good to see some life within a notebook. the boy they drew had a simple anatomy, which they sketched perfectly. his hair was in place sometimes; others it wasn’t. his eyes had a sparkle in it sometimes; others he seemed gloomy. either way, the poses they drew felt so natural and light compared to the ones white space had to offer.

there were also sketches of their group. some in color, some not. he saw pictures of mari and hero holding hands and dancing. aubrey and kel and basil and sunny, all running around happily. was this another reality they tuned themself into?

“um, sunny? do you like them?” that’s what caught you off guard. “i mean, the drawings.”

you knew [name] never bragged about their drawing skills. back then, they only sketched with the intent of keeping it to themself only. and they got super flustered when people asked if they could show them their drawings. especially sunny.

“yeah.”

this meant a lot to [name]. sunny knew this much. their eyes grew wide like how they first laid eyes on their own sketchbook. “hehe, thanks.”

“mhm.”

“so, should we go back upstairs? i remembered where the bathroom is now! it’s up the stairs and in the middle, right?” they smiled wide again, helping you stack your notebooks up into a little pile and placing it on your hands.

you nodded, as always.

“let’s go then!” you two walked side by side, up the stairs one step at a time. the silence felt super comforting and natural, going up like you two were going to conquer the world.

well, faraway town was a start at least.

as you two reached the top, they looked you in the eye. their gaze was a little scary, but it wasn’t unusual for [name] to do stuff like this.

“hey sunny? i just wanted to let you know i love you.”

blink.

“i always have had just a little thing for you, and now that you’re moving, i just wanted you to have this.” they held out a drawing of you two together, sitting on a bench and holding hands. it depicted you and them from years ago together.

another blink.

“thanks for being a great friend, sunny! hah, i’ll always keep a little space in my notebooks for you.”

reader perspective - second pov

what you didn’t expect for sunny to do was lean his forehead on yours. but it felt so natural, so you two just stood there for a good amount of time. it felt right to be here, to stand here, to hold these notebooks and to hold these memories that were supposed to be made.

maybe someday you’ll make them.

but it starts with sunny overcoming his fears and faults. and you were willing to wait until the end of time.

and somewhere in his shrouded heart, he would wait for you too.

maybe soon enough, your happy endings will end up crossing together in the shape of love.

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Prompt list two!

Masterlist | Prompt Masterlist

I’m taking requests!

Respond to this with a character and number(s) and I’ll write an imagine for it!!

FLUFF -

1. "what are you do-" "look, now we match!"

2. "You're cleaning this up, right? Since this was your idea."

3. "Feeling better?" "It feels like I've been slapped but on the inside." "So...no?"

( used here)

4. "I don't think either of us are qualified for this but sure, go for it."

5. "Shh- that's just what you think." "No, I'm pretty sure that's what I know."

6. "and why would I do this for you?" "Because you love me." "Not enough- fine."

7. "Who let you look so cute today?"

8. "Can we wait a second? I wanna take a picture of you right now."

9. "I think I'm gonna fail this test-" "It's okay, you pass in my heart." "That means nothing."

10. "Am I your favourite?" "I like your dog a bit more than you, I won't lie." ( Used here )

11. "This is unfair." "I can't help the fact you're terrible at Mario kart."

( used here )

12. "since we're dating, does that mean I can hold your hand whenever I want?"

13. "I’ve been looking for my hoodie-" "my hoodie, you mean."

14. "I’ve always wanted to come here with you."

15. "this song reminds me of you." ( used here )

16. "as much as I love food, I’m giving you the last piece just this once." ( used here )

17. "you're cold?" "no? it's super sunny right now-" "take my jacket anyway."

18. "oh no, my head, it's falling conveniently onto your shoulder!" ( used here )

19. "shut up and kiss me already."

20. "i've waited for so long just to say that to you."

21. "your hands are colder than the one time I lost a bet and I had to stick my hand into the snow for five minutes."

22. "you seem like you want ice cream."

23. "mcDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" "it's 3 in the morning." "and?" "let's go."

24. "you love me?" "i always have."

25. "what's that even supposed to be?" "it's a drawing of you, idiot."

26. "here comes the airplane!" "i can feed myself." "too bad."

27. "it's a 4000 piece puzzle and you've finished maybe 100 pieces max. and how long have you been doing this?"

28. "i know it's not the best but-" "i love it."

29. "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?"

30. "I remember the first time we met."

31."I know it's your favorite."

32. "Everything okay? You don't seem like yourself." ( used here )

33. "Let me get that for you."

34. "I'm here to listen."

35. "Let's go out. Just the two of us."

36. "I don't have to ask, I know."

37. "Fine, you can use me as a pillow." ( used here )

38. "Well, I don't, but you do."

39. "I did it for you."

40. "No one's ever done this for me before..."

41. "Only you can call me that."

42. "I don't know what I'd do without you." ( used here )

43. "It'll take more than that to get rid of me."

44. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

45. "We'll get through this together."

46. "Don't worry, I knew what you meant."

47. "I'm not going anywhere."

48. "You shouldn't see that jerk anymore. I'm worried you'll get hurt."

49. "Wherever you are, that's where my home is." ( used here )

50. "Look who's under the mistletoe!"

51. "i want to spend the day with you doing nothing."

52. "i saw something today that reminded me of you."

53. "you bought me flowers?"

54. "i never thought i'd feel this kind of happiness."

55. "i still dream about you even though you're mine."

56. "where's my goodnight kiss?"

57. "can you read to me?"

58. "i feel safe with you."

59. "you can stay as long as you want."

60. "my love for you only grows with each passing second."

61. "a man could hold the weight of worlds, but he could never carry the love i have for you."

62. "you know, even if you left me, i'd still be yours."

63. "i have so much love for you i almost don't know what to do with it."

64. "i'm falling in love with you."

65. "we'll never get to sleep if you keep fidgeting like that."

66. "kiss me harder."

67. "no, don't stop. i like the sound of your voice." ( used here )

68. "you're so cool."

69. "you're with me always."

70. "i'd never turn down a kiss from you."

ANGST -

71. "you didn't just break my heart, you broke my trust."

72. "i've waited a thousand hours to tell you exactly how i feel, but you don't deserve an explanation."

73. "i don't have the energy to fight you anymore."

74. "take what you want from me and just leave already."

75. "i'm not ready to live without you."

76. "i let you in, you and your poison, and now i'm no good."

77. "you feel further away from me now than when you were a stranger." ( used here )

78. "i don't forgive you."

79. "let me go."

80. "it doesn't matter how good the dream is, we always wake up."

81. "you can't be bitter now, this was your decision."

82. "i lost myself the day i lost you."

83. "i wish i could love you, i know you'd be good for me, but i can't."

84. "please don't make me go, i want to stay."

85. "the sad thing is, i'd do it all over again even for the same outcome."

86. "you said you'd follow me anywhere" — "you know i can't follow you there." ( used here )

87. "you're the only mistake i don't regret, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a mistake."

88. "you didn't deserve me."

89. "i loved you, you used me."

90. "i'm allowed to move on."

91. "i still wanted to believe that you are a good person after everything you've done to me. "

92. " you gave me another chance to be a new person again, but you didn't seem to trust me enough. "

93. " why did you betray / leave me ? "

94. "my heart desired for your love then. "

95. " why did you love me now ? "

96. " i have given you all my love but you threw them away like it was nothing. "

97. " now you want me like i wanted you ? "

98. " you're wasting my time. "

99. " i just wish that we both had the same feeling back then. "

100. " we still can fix this, but we can't be together again. "

101. " i regret meeting you. "

102. " thanks for the trauma, by the way. " ( Used here )

103. " it's best for us to be strangers again. "

104. " maybe there's another universe where we have a happy ending we've always wanted. "

105. " i hope to never see you again. "

106. " i've seen the way you look at them, if they are the one, then leave. be with your true soulmate. "

107. "what am i to you truly ? a puppet to be used to get what you want? "

108. " what am i to you truly ? "

109. "you manipulated me into believing your bullshits ! "

110. "i don't care if you need me, it's your own fault for breaking our relationship. "

111. " why should i trust you again ? "

112. " we can't go back like we used to, take a look what happened to us now. "

113. "our relationship / friendship ends now. " ( used here )

114. "we were never meant be. "

115. "of all people, why it should be you who hurt me ? "

116. "I believe in you. I always have. Maybe that's my fatal flaw."

117. "I never forgot you. I couldn't."

118. . "After everything, how could you not trust me?"

119. " I wanted this to end differently. "

120. "There was only one way this could go."

121. "I miss you, more than I thought possible."

122. "I thought you loved me."

123. "There was an accident, They're in the hospital."

124. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

125. "I forgot you were like this."

126. " Do you think you could ever forgive me?"

127. " It's my fault that this happened. "

128. "If you go through with this, you'll be giving up everything you've ever known."

129. "If I remember correctly, you never came for me."

130. "I thought you left."

131. "You left me."

132. "I know you're there, open the door."

133. "I wanted to tell you I'm sorry."

134. "Stop holding back, I can take it."

135. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go."

136. "They are still in surgery, no updates."

137. " It was an accident, I swear."

138. "I tried calling you. A few times actually." ( used here )

139. "I need to do this, why can't you see that?"

140. "When will you let this go?"

141. "Everything I've done has been for you."

142. "You were my best friend."

143. "Why can't you just listen to me?" ( used here )

144. "Please, just let me forget you."

ENEMIES TO LOVERS -

145. "i know that you are my enemy , but you have intoxicated me into falling in love with you ."

146. "you're the first person who is vulnerable enough to make me impossibly weak ."

147. "will i ever regret my own choice for loving you instead of killing you ?"

148. "forget who we are , let's make our new life together ."

149. "at first you were the hell that you gave me , until you become my heaven ."

150. " I'll try my best to deserve you ."

151. "i seek for peace , until i found you ."

152. "tell me , why does my own enemy could make feel safe ?"

153. "though you are dangerous , you are also capable of love ."

154. "my hands have stained with bloods and violence , yet you choose to hold them like a precious thing ."

155. " i've hurt you , why would you seek love and warmth in me ?"

156. "i'd rather die in your arms than being stabbed by you ."

157. "curse me with your love , darling ."

158."what did you do to me to make me fall in love with you ?" ( Used here )

159. " you're so pure and innocent , and i am scared to hold you and break you into pieces ."

160. "losing you is my worst nightmare ."

161. "i'm sorry for hurting you ."

162. "be in my dreams to replace the nightmares you have given me ."

163. "why do you want me of all people ?"

164. "i can't help myself from falling in love with you ."

165. "let's have a peaceful life , shall we ?"

166. "i shouldn't have given you the scar , i hate it so much ."

167. "be happy with me ."

168. " i've always hated your smile , but as i keep seeing you smile , i begin to admire them ."

169. "god really gives me a soulmate in a possible way , doesn't he ?"

170. "i'm grateful to have you as my enemy ."

171. "i feel calm when i am with you ." ( used here )

172. " teach me how to love , so i won't hurt you ."

173. "all i knew in my life: love is a weakness . then you came into my life , making me stronger not to lose you ."

174. "every second i have spent with you , i'll treasure them to remember you ."

175 ." you don't have any idea how much i love you ."

176. "there are many reasons why i hate about you , but those reasons turn into something why i love you ."

177. "we were destined to be enemies , so we could fight against each other until we tire ourselves and find many reasons why we should stop and forgive each other ."

178. "i forgive you , despite the hell you have put me through ." ( used here )

179. "let us move forward into something new ."

180. "i should've let you die , but i chose to protect you ."

181. "sit , and let me tell you the reasons why am i falling in with you ."

182. "it's impossible , isn't it ? how two enemies can have feelings for each other ?"

183. " let me protect you instead of fighting against you ."

184. "each day i am always worried something dangerous might happen to you , but i am the danger , aren't i ?"

Enjoy !! <3

- Mars

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Hot Chocolate Weather

For TWP 12 Days of Tarlos @tarlosweeklyprompts

Dec. 12: Enjoying Hot Chocolate Together

TK and Carlos ride out a storm together and test out a Reyes family recipe.

Read on ao3 here

“I’m not liking the way this looks,” Carlos grumbled, stepping away from the window where he’d been peeking out at the storm. The plastic blinds crackled when he released them and TK pushed down the urge to fuss about him bending the pieces. It was a pet peeve he'd never been able to get over after years of being scolded for peering through the blinds of rented apartments in the same fashion. As if sensing his frustration, Carlos gently adjusted the bent piece before drawing the curtains over the window. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Do you think it’s gonna get bad? Judd was saying something about tornado weather.”

TK really hated storms. They weren’t an anomaly in New York but something about the humidity of the South and the potential for tornadoes made it worse. Plus past experiences with storms, rain, ice, dust, or otherwise, he was understandably wary of weather that wasn’t sunny and blue skies.

“The news is saying just some bad thunderstorms here, babe. But I’m gonna pull out some candles just in case the power goes out.”

Severe thunderstorms had been brewing in Austin over the last several days with the potential of tornadoes in other parts of the state and it was finally coming to a head. Luckily, TK had just finished his last twenty-four-hour shift for the week and Carlos was finishing up a highly annoying stint on the night shift, so they had a long weekend together to ride out the storm.

Carlos moved across the loft, digging up their abundance of candles that had been thrown into a random drawer during the moving process. Living in Texas his whole life, Carlos had amassed a collection of mismatched tea lights and taper candles only to be used in the event of a power outage.

“It looked pretty nasty when we were out on calls today. When do you think the bottom is gonna fall out?”

His answer didn’t come from Carlos but from the loud crack of thunder and the subsequent torrential downpour that began beating the windows of the loft.

“Never mind, I have my answer. Thank you Mother Nature.”

Carlos chuckled and joined him in his sprawled-out position on the couch. “You wanna watch Grand Designs? We have a couple of episodes to catch up on and nothing else to do for the next few days.”

“Sounds perfect,” TK tucked his feet under him and curled into Carlos’ warmth. “Let’s just pray the power doesn’t go out.”

“Don’t jinx it.”

“Doesn’t this building have backup generators?”

“Only for the lights in the hallway, so we don’t fall and kill ourselves if we have to evacuate.”

“If all else fails we can try and play Catan with two people.”

“I’m not sure how well that would work babe,” Carlos stifled his laugh where his face was buried in TK’s hair. “We do have Scrabble though.”

“Wasn’t it you that said, and I quote ‘In this house we Catan’?”

“You’ve got me there.”

Carlos navigated the TV menu, pulling up Grand Designs and pressing play on an episode they hadn’t seen yet. He relaxed into the couch, glad to have some time just the two of them. The previously scheduled 126 hang had been canceled due to weather, and while Carlos loved their friends, he was bone tired and not feeling in a very host-like mood. He wanted nothing more than to spend the next four days in their current position, and maybe a few others once he caught up on sleep.

TK leaned heavily on this shoulder, occasionally making comments about the choices the builders and owners were making, but otherwise content to just enjoy the show and his company.

Carlos had barely dozed off when TK tugged on his shirt, “Baby, we should make hot chocolate. It’s the perfect weather for it.”

It took him a minute to process the request, his sleep-addled brain still coming back online.

“That sounds good babe,” he agreed, once his body had gotten with the program. “Let me just make sure we have the ingredients.”

“Ingredients? Don’t we just need milk and the little packets?”

“Have I taught you nothing Tyler? Homemade is much better. Come on, I’m gonna teach you a family recipe.”

Carlos moved into the kitchen muttering to himself as he began pulling things out of the pantry. TK padded in behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist as he watched him pull out more ingredients than TK had ever seen used for hot chocolate.

“Can you grab me a saucepan and turn the heat on to medium?”

“Yep.”

TK rummaged through the lower cabinet as Carlos moved over to a small wooden box and flipped through a handful of index cards until he found what he was looking for. TK emerged victorious with the saucepan and sat it on the stove, then flipped the knob over until the flame lit and adjusted the heat according to Carlos’ directions.

“Grab the milk from the fridge too please?”

TK once again obeyed his instructions, bringing over the oat milk Carlos always laughed at him for putting in the cart, but had become a staple in their fridge.

“My Mami would slap me upside the head for using oat milk in this,” he teased, measuring it out and pouring it into the pan anyway.

“Just don’t let her know I converted you,” TK leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Measure out these spices,” he handed over a faded index card, ripped around the edges, with various spices and measurements scrawled on it. It wasn’t Carlos’ handwriting and he wasn’t sure that it was Andrea’s either. “Cut the cayenne in half though, since you’re a lightweight.”

“Very funny.”

They worked in amicable silence, moving around each other in a way that had only been perfected by months of running into each other until they learned their partner’s natural orbit. Carlos hummed along to the quiet music he had turned on, never being able to cook in the quiet, stirring the mixture as TK very carefully measured out the spices according to the directions bestowed upon him and handed them over.

“You said this was a family recipe,” TK said, hopping up on the counter next to the stove, careful to avoid the heat. “How long have you been making this?”

“My whole life,” Carlos reached around him for the chocolate and poured some in without consulting the directions then resumed his stirring. “There’s been a few iterations in my family. My dad’s grandmother made the first one, but it’s had some tweaks and changes over the years. This is a combination of her recipe and my Tia Lucy’s.”

“It looks amazing, I’ve never seen so much go into just hot chocolate.”

“My family does nothing by halves.”

Carlos finally deemed the concoction ready, reaching above TK’s head to pull out mugs. TK couldn’t help but giggle at the choices, Carlos subconsciously grabbing each of their favorite mugs. TK’s was a gag gift from Judd for his birthday, covered in pictures of Buttercup’s big, goofy face. Carlos’ was one that TK had found and bought for him just because, hand painted with the Northern Lights.

Carlos ladled a healthy amount into both mugs, topping them with marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

“Tell me what you think.”

TK took a sip, careful not to burn his tongue. It wasn’t as sweet as what he was used to, and he could taste the heat of the spices but it wasn’t unpleasant. It made him feel warm in the best possible way and he eagerly took another sip.

“This is literally the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.”

“Good,” Carlos said, finally taking a sip from his own mug and humming contentedly. “My Mami will be glad to know it got your seal of approval.”

“If you make this again, I might just have to marry you,” TK teased, leaning up to kiss him, chasing the taste of bittersweet chocolate on his lips.

“I guess I’ll just have to make it for the rest of our lives.”

“You’re gonna ruin norma; hot chocolate for our kids,” TK said casually. “They’re gonna think it’s crazy the first time they try Swiss Miss.”

Carlos hid his blush at the mention of their future children behind the rim of his mug, but TK caught the barest hints of a smile in his eyes.

They were startled from their moment by the flickering of lights just before the apartment was plunged into darkness.

“You had to tempt fate didn’t you.”

Carlos used his phone flashlight to navigate to the living area, lighting enough candles to make things visible, but not enough to be concerned about a five-alarm. Luckily he lived with a firefighter and based on previous experience, had a fire extinguisher in every room.

TK joined him, looking perfectly cozy in the candlelight, his mug cradled in his hands. They finished their drinks, now warmed from the inside out, and placed their mugs on the coffee table to be taken care of later.

Carlos laid back on the couch, pulling TK on top of him like a finance-shaped weighted blanket.

“You know,” TK mumbled from where his face was buried in Carlos’ neck. “If I get to spend all of them like this, I might actually learn to like storms.”

“There you go tempting fate again,” Carlos groaned, no real annoyance in his voice. “If we get you liking storms the rain may never stop.”

“Yeah whatever,” TK laughed, snuggling impossibly closer. “Blow out those candles so I can take a nap.

The power came back on a few hours later, startling them both out of their slumber when various devices started beeping as they came back online. They threw a frozen pizza in the oven, too lazy to make a real meal, and picked up where they left off on their show. The rain continued on through the night, a soundtrack to their evening as they washed dishes and showered together before turning into bed early.

Carlos took his position as big spoon, nuzzling his nose into TK’s damp hair. He was once again almost asleep when the other man spoke, “I thought up something you can put in your vows.”

“What is it?”

“I promise to make you hot chocolate every time it rains.”

“I think we can work something out,” he chuckled. “Now go to bed Tyler.”

“Goodnight Carlos.”

“Goodnight babe.”

(If a few months later the line was worked into his vows, that was no one’s business but theirs. And if TK had the recipe memorized by the end of the year, then that was no one’s business either)

#TWP12DaysofTarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #my works

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nikxierocks · 2 years

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Hello pisslings. I’m back from the dead after a measly 20 posts!!! (Impressive, I know)

I return with good news!!! I’m no longer a Genshin fan. However, I return with equally bad news!!! I’m still a mha fan!!!

But that’s alright. I’ve had a few awakenings in the time I’ve been gone. Mainly, some gender awakenings and such. But here’s a proper intro before we get into that.

Basic Info

Personal Stuff

My name is Nic!! Though I also go by Kikki. Feel free to call me either!!

In terms of like. Adjectives??? I guess??? I generally prefer masculine (like I hate being called a girl but being called a guy is v nice) but also like calling me cute or pretty is cool if you wanna do that for some reason idk.

I’m a Leo ♌️ my birthday is August 13th

No you don’t get to know my age fuck off /lh

I am actually diagnosed with depression and anxiety as well as mixed-moderate ADHD

I am NOT diagnosed with maladaptive daydreaming but how the fuck can I misdiagnose myself with that like it’s so specific I’m like 90% I have it or I’m just absolutely feral no in between.

There is also a good chance I’m autistic but like that definitely isn’t diagnosed so I’m. Currently holding out on it. I have my suspicions though.

Anyways—

People put their kins here right??? I feel like I’ll get called a poser or some shit and people will be like “you don’t really kin these characters1!!1!” But fuck it here’s my top kins

Dabi (My Hero Academia)

Sunny (Omori)

Isaac (The Binding of Isaac)

Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Ena Shinonome (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Mipha (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Stuff I do

I draw sometimes!!! It’s a struggle but I try really hard. Maybe I’ll open an art blog sometime.

I also have been trying to write. Which is really hard cause I’m just— not good at going back and rereading my writing. I have very few fics posted but my user is NikxieRocks on Ao3 if you’re curious.

I play video games. If you wanna be my friend on Switch, WiiU, or Switch, feel free to dm me. I have no cool gaming friends </3

Silly Gender Things

Ah yes. The real reason I came back to Tumblr. I realized there was a thriving community of xenogender users and I wouldn’t get hatecrimed like I would on Tiktok. So anyways here’s my gay things. Please be respectful ^^

Boyfluid

Boyfluid is like genderfluid but you never fluctuate to the female side. In other words, my gender fluctuates between masculine and nonbinary identities. I’m so glad I found this out, it’s so fucking reassuring. Anyways onto my xenos!!!

Doggender/Pupgender

The delicious flavor of this xeno is feeling connected to dogs or identifying with or as one in some way. For me personally, it just makes me feel comfy and happy and very Yes so it’s probably a good thing!!! I do in fact identify with puppers it’s real.

Dogflux/Pupflux

This might be a bit. Repetitive. But I just. Love this flag so much. I’m so stupid and this identity makes me giddy and I found it less than an hour ago so we’re rolling with it until I find more xenogenders to wrap around me like a protective armor to shield my mental illness. Anyways, this gender is basically boyfluid but more specific— it’s the fluctuating between the male gender and doggender which fits me pretty well. Anyways that’s it for now.

My Pronouns

Pretty simple! I prefer he/pup/they (in that order). I really really really don’t like she/her so please don’t call me that!! And I prefer pup when I’m feeling more nonbinary, he/him when I’m feeling more masc. (I’m not sure how I feel as I’m writing this but that’s cause it’s literally midnight where I am). Pffffff what else. Omg right fandoms ok.

Things I will be Posting About (Fandoms)

MHA.

It’s. Chronic. I am HAUNTED by this series. Horikoshi has me in a death grip and Dabi is taking FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT. I love mha so much I’m never shutting up about it in general but I’ll talk extra long about the villains (specifically Dabi), todofam, and sometimes Bakugou. I’m an edgy bitch what can I say.

Vocaloid

I don’t care if the actual vocaloid fandom is dead I’m currently riding its corpse into the sunset because I literally have no one to talk to about how good vocaloid music is. IT SLAPS SO HARD EVERYONE SHOUKD BE LISTENING TO IT AAAA ok yeah that’s all stan IA.

Pokémon

This can either go one of two ways:

Scarlet and Violet are good games and I won’t shut up about the series and how much fun I’m having and how good the competitive scene is

Scarlet and Violet are ASS and I won’t shut up about how disappointed I am in game freak

Regardless I’m probably gonna talk about how good White 2 is how much I used to have a crush on Gladion.

Splatoon

IM SO EXCITED FOR SPLATOON 3 TEAM PAPER AGAINST THE WORLD BBY

Ok now that I got that out of my system— as a Sploosh main who’s been playing since Splatoon 1, and actually prefers Splatoon 1, I will be reliving my glory days as I try to get A rank in Splat Zones. God help me.

Anime Figures

I am aware this isn’t a fandom but I need to talk about Hatsune Miku figures or my wallet will be empty.

Maybe Undertale or Fnaf or other Cringe topics

Idk man I watched matpat as a kid. My first EVER fandom was Undertale. I am clearly mentally ill. There will be some dumb and concerning shit. I am cringe, but I am free. So is life.

Dnis

Should be pretty standard but yk here we go

Basic DNIs. I’m literally a black queer like get off my page if you’re racist and homophobic

Genshin fans who like… REALLY like Kusanali and are ignorant about the whole Sumeru thing… gtfo…

Anyone who thinks blackwashing is real like touch grass

DID/OSDD fakeclaimers I hope you rot in hell

Proshippers. No explanation needed.

People who harass fans of problematic media. Like no stop you’re literally just as bad if not worse than them by harassing someone. Just leave them alone smh

People who shit on mha just to shit on mha like please get a hobby

Genuine man haters like I’m literally masc leaning that shit makes me uncomfy as hell

ENDEAVOR STANS AND ENDHAWKS SHIPPERS (I know this is fandom specific but AAAUHH)

mlm fetishizers

People who try to force their religion on others (I’m secular. I really don’t care if you’re religious but don’t talk about it with me. Chill out.)

Other Stuff and Outro

My Triggers/Boundaries

My dms are open if you just wanna talk about fandom stuff or writing or art or something but DO. NOT. COME IN MY DMS TO VENT. Unless you’re a very good friend. That is a great way to get yourself blocked.

Don’t send me gore (is that even allowed on Tumblr?) and don’t ever genuinely try to like fuck in dms or somethin??? (I was on Amino idk if this happens on other social media platforms)

And don’t rp with me cause I just don’t roleplay with strangers anymore.

Ok I think that’s it. Probably. Maybe. Idk man it’s really late I’m tired af I’ll probably tag in the morning. Anyways live laugh Shoto!!!! See y’all later ♡

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facks-stories · 1 month

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Doing this except I don’t draw them, and remove all the proships

[and for sharkie, I just tagged you for credit, you don’t need to read]

And i use a wheel to pick which two, and its formatted in the way that you just told me you ship these two

[yes I know its orange, but i couldn’t log in on my laptop so I gave up and used orange instead]

Both milans

Uh- nothing actually wrong with it I just wanna know your thought process

Mel x milan (story)

??? What- where did you?.. they don’t even acknowledge each other that much-?

Azzy x milan (irl)

No- Azzy isn’t even gay, and also shes a character- this feels green

Alice x Oliver

:[ what? Alice is dead by the time Oliver even knows she exists, but I mean could be a ghost romance?? Sure I guess

Oliver x Sunny

I mean go for it? They have known each other for a while so I’m not completely against it, its like half yellow half purple for this one

Mother x alice

I meeeeaaan, could happen, shit so unlikely it’s gonna take my shity writing to happen but that would be funny, purple for the jokes

Sunny x mother

*sigh* if only Sunny liked woman… *SIGH*

Rose x Mel

They would be platonic friends, but rose is aroace

Sunny x Kepo

*look of disgust, confusion, and curiosity all at once* it’s TECHNICALLY ok, still gonna look at you like it isn’t-

Azzy x Tocada/Tocado

I could see her comforting them, thats cute (I guess?) still blue because everyone else can’t see Tocada/Tocado

Aloe x Jayden

I had a audible reaction to this one, again, nothing wrong with it they just never talk

Hannah x Jayden

Not exactly sure what you saw in these two, and tbh this ship feels like one of those ships you make because the character design looks good together-

Oliver x grandmother

No- thats like a mom to him

Tocada/Tocado x Rose

No- Rose doesn’t have the emotional vulnerability for them- she would end up hurting their feelings every day-

Eirn x Kai

*questionmark sound* [shit I don’t even this I made them know of eachother]

Sombra x Capa

Ok technically they are the same person? Ish? I don’t know, look just hear me out [explains how Sombra’s cockyness and capas tiredness is a great couple]

Kepo x Alice

I’m gonna give you another weird look but I’m not gonna say anything

Milan (story) x Aloe

You are just playing dolls now, no way you actually ship them-

1 x Alice

The original ship :D, doomed yuri tbh

Aloe x milan (irl)

Sure?.. I guess, one of those things that no matter how much thought I give it I feel like I didn’t think about it enough, anyway they would be a normal couple 👍

Hannah x Mimu

Uh? What? *audible confusion*[just wouldn’t happen, nothing wrong with it]

Alright thats enough of the wheel because frankly, its traumatizing me, now ships my friend has said B)

1 x oliver

Their Roman Empire tbh, this is literally all they ask about when i say i wrote something- good ship but doomed yaoi (or just doomed depending on what you consider 1’s gender]

Sunny x 1

They were joking about it- shit ship- nothing more to say

Eirn x Aloe

Slow burn, like really fuking slow- great couple when they do get together [or DO THEY?!, lmao I like killing peoples off]

And then the last three I could rant about but rn I won’t elaborate on

Sombra x Tocada/Tocado

Capa x Tocada/Tocado

Sombra x Capa x Tocada/Tocado

Anyway, thanks @sharkyy599 for the idea 🫶 and sorry so anyone who read all of this

#shit ton of blue

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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little drummer girl ~ rook

word count: 1082

request?: yes!

“do you think you could do a fic where reader is tommy lee's daughter and she like meets rook and falls head over heels for him? like she also plays the drums? and they start out as friends but then it escalates to more than that?”

description: in which she’s the daughter of his hero, and she has a massive crush on him

pairing: rook x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It was one thing to have the opportunity to meet a living legend, but it was an added bonus to meet his beautiful daughter, too.

Rook was beyond excited as he followed Colson on set of The Dirt. All four members of Motley Crue were there, which had Rook feeling like a nervous kid. Tommy Lee was one of Rook’s idols. The fact that his friend was playing his idol was amazing, and Colson giving him the opportunity to meet his idol meant the world to him.

It was a long day on set and Rook was nearly ready to leave when the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on walked onto set. All eyes were on her as she walked up to the legendary band and greeted them.

“Oh hey, everyone meet my daughter, (Y/N),” Tommy said.

(Y/N) smiled at the people giving her attention. “Hi! Nice to meet you guys. I’m sorry if I interrupted filming.”

“It’s a well needed interruption I think,” Douglas said. “We’ve been shooting this scene for hours now. I think we’re all getting a bit loopy.”

The cast and crew took a quick five minute break before going back to finishing the scene. As they filmed, Rook kept sneaking glances at (Y/N). She was focused on the scene so she never noticed him.

Man, he thought, she’s absolutely gorgeous.

When they finally wrapped for the day and the cast went to get out of costume, Rook decided to make his move to talk to her. Luckily, she was alone so he didn’t have the extra nervousness of her fathering looming around.

(Y/N) was distracted on her phone when he walked up. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out at first. He cleared his throat, drawing (Y/N)’s attention to him.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m Rook, I’m friends with Colson. The, uh, the one playing your dad.”

“Yeah, I know Colson. Dad won’t shut up about him,” (Y/N) said. Her tone was light, so Rook figured it was okay to laugh at the joke. “It’s nice to meet you, Rook.”

They shook hands and just like that, any talking points Rook had were out the window. he tried to think of something - anything - to say, but he was just coming up blank.

“Whatever you wanna say or ask about my dad you can,” (Y/N) said, breaking the awkward silence. “I’ve heard it all, I don’t mind answering anything.”

“I don’t really want to talk about your dad,” Rook said. “I mean, he’s an idol to me and I think he’s great, but I’d like to talk to you about you.”

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him. “I don’t hear that often. What do you want to know about me?”

Everything, he wanted to say. I want to know everything about you.

“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.

(Y/N) chuckled. “It really depends on my mood. Today I think I’m yellow.”

“Why yellow?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I think cause it’s sunny.”

Rook laughed. “Okay, good answer. Uh...what was your dream job as a kid?”

“It’s super cliché, but I wanted to be a drummer like my dad. I went to so many of his shows and I just really wanted to be like him. He taught me how to drum and everything.”

“Do you still play?”

“Still? Oh honey, I never stopped.” She looked over at the drum set that had been left on set once they wrapped. She nodded towards it and said, “Come listen.”

Rook wasn’t sure if they were allowed to touch the prop drums, but (Y/N) was already on her way towards them. He looked around to see if any crew members were still lingering around before following her.

She sat down and picked up the discarded drumsticks. She twirled one drumstick around her finger, a mirror image of her dad for a split second.

She began hitting on the drums, playing whatever came to her head and letting it flow through the drumsticks. Rook was impressed, but he didn’t know why. Of course she was great, she was the daughter of a drumming legend.

When she finished, she looked up at Rook with a smile.

“That was amazing,” Rook said.

“Thanks,” she said. “You play? Wait, don’t answer that. You said dad is your idol, obviously you play.”

Rook chuckled. “Yeah, I’m Colson’s drummer actually. I have been since he started basically.”

“Dope!” She stood from the drum set and held out the drumsticks to Rook. “Show me what you got.”

“No, I don’t think I should - ”

“Come on! Don’t be chicken!”

Rook sighed. He wanted to impress (Y/N), so he took the drumsticks and took his place behind the drums. It felt so natural to him to be there that he forgot the concerns about whether or not he should be playing the set drums.

He played one of his prolonged sets like he did on stage. He could see (Y/N)’s smile as she listened to him play, which just made him want to play even longer for her.

(Y/N) started to clap for him after he had finished, only to be interrupted by Colson, now out of his costume, and Tommy.

“Stop fucking with my drums, dog!” Colson called, racing up to Rook and starting to rough house with him. Rook tried to get him to stop without actually saying to stop since he wasn’t about to admit to having a thing on Tommy’s daughter in front of him.

Luckily, the two Lees were still stood there when Colson finally put Rook down.

“I’ll see you tomorrow man,” Tommy said to Colson. “Great work today. Nice to meet you, Rook.”

“You too,” Rook said. “And you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) smiled at him and turned to her dad. “Hey, you have a pen?”

Without asking any questions, Tommy pulled a pen from his pocket and passed it to (Y/N). She grabbed Rook’s hand and pulled him close. He looked at her in confusion as she started to write something on his palm.

When she pulled away, he saw it was a phone number.

“Call me sometime,” she said and winked.

As (Y/N) and Tommy walked away, Colson threw an arm over his shoulder and said, “Dude!”

Rook was shocked into silence, but he knew he couldn’t wait to get alone so he could call her.

#rook #rook imagine #rook x reader #jp cappelletty #jp cappelletty imagine #jp cappelletty x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Special Order

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, fingering, breeding and mentions of forced pregnancy.

This is dark!Lee Bodecker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request: Lee Bodecker + “Why are you crying?” + breeding/forced pregnancy + y/n is a waitress and the sheriff is obsessed with her, and what better way to make her his 4ever than put some babies on her.

“He’s here again,” Mandy said as you loaded up your tray.

You didn’t need to ask who, you heard his gruff response as he came in and was seated in his usual booth. He was always alone but insisted on a whole family-sized table to himself. You sighed and gave Mandy a look.

“I’ll just get this taken care of then see to him,” you promised as you turned carefully.

“Good, ‘cause I ain’t dealin’ with him no more and he won’t deal with no one but you,” she whined and put a ticket in the window.

“Yeah, I know,” you made yourself smile, “stubborn man that one.”

“I ain’t know why he prefers you,” Selma said as she loaded the coffee machine, “probably ‘cause none of us got the patience for that.”

“Patience,” you scoffed, “not what I would call it.”

You swept over to the family of five and set out the plates one at a time. You finished up at the table and replaced your tray on the stack. You looked at the sheriff and he stared back expectantly. He did that, just watched until you came over.

You went over with a sickly sweet smile and took out your notepad. You tapped your stubby pencil on the paper.

“And what are we gettin’ today, sheriff?” you asked in your sugary tone.

“Ah, now don’t be usin’ that voice with me, honey,” Sheriff Bodecker said as he fiddled with the menu.

“You need to start treatin’ the other girls nice,” you retorted.

“I don’t like the other girls,” he read his menu and frowned, “I never tried the… onion dip.”

“Uh huh,” you said unimpressed, “well, I’ll just warn you, sheriff, I can’t and I won’t stop Mandy from spitting in between the bread.”

He frowned at you and put the menu down. “I’m sorry, it’s not that I’m tryna be rude, honey--”

“What did I tell you about callin’ me that? I’ll overlook it once or twice but I’m not one to put up with your gull, you know that,” you lowered your brows at him.

“I’m not tryna be rude, miss,” he corrected himself, “I’m only… I only prefer you is all.”

“Sure, sure, is it my sunny smile or my breezy demeanour,” you teased, “the onion dip then?”

“Club sandwich, extra bacon… miss,” he folded up the menu, “please and thank you.”

“I’ll have Mandy bring it right over,” you said, “now you don’t make me come back, I got other customers.”

👮

When the diner closed, you took your usual route home. Your tips were tucked deep in your old purse and your scuffed soles padded on the pavement, then the dirt path that trailed off to the old country house. You lived with your ma on her father’s ancient farm, your pops long dead.

As you turned up the hill that led to the long drive, a flash of lights stopped you in your tracks. You looked up at the distant house, a single window lit by the old oil lamp your ma still used. You sighed and turned to face the cruiser parked in the shadows of the beech tree.

You recognized the silhouette as he stood straight behind the driver’s door. The sheriff fixed his hat as he came around and looked you over in the early twilight. He didn’t spend much time in town, often riding around the county and only stopping by to sit down at Sal’s and terrorise the waitresses.

“Sheriff,” you greeted, “whatcha doin’ around here?”

“Whatcha think?” Bodecker asked as he leaned against the hood, his large stomach sticking out from his open leather jacket.

“My ma’s waiting on me, I brought her leftovers from the diner,” you waved the paper bag.

“They already cold,” he lit a smoke and flicked it, “I wanna see ya.”

“Now, sheriff, we had our time--”

“I always thought I tip you well considerin’ the mouth on ya,” he took a long draw on the cigarette, “ain’t you?”

“Of course, sheriff, but I’m not on the clock right now and ma be expectin’ me,” you said.

He took another drag and threw the half-smoked stick away. He stood straight and reached to his holster. He unsnapped the small strap but made no move to free the pistol. You took a step back, terrified, and swallowed.

“Sheriff,” you said cautiously.

“Honey, please, you know I don’t be wantin’ to hurt you now,” he ran his thumb along the butt of the gun, “so you come put down those scraps and let me get a good look.”

You stared at his hand on his pistol. You took a deep breath and stepped closer. You set paper bag on the hood of his car and he slid your purse from your other arm. He tossed it beside the leftovers and trailed his fingers down your arm.

“I always thought that was a nice colour on ya,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him, your ankles twisted and you collided with his round stomach.

“Thank you,” you looked past him as you smelled the bacon still on his breath.

“Look real nice, honey,” he undid the top button of your dress and you flinched, biting down as you stared at the beech bark. He groped your chest and you closed your eyes. When you opened them, they were wet. “Why are you crying?”

“Can I go now?” your voice wobbled despite your effort to hide your distress.

“We ain’t even started, honey,” he undid another button, and another, and exposed your cleavage above your brassiere “Look at you.”

“Please, sheriff, I want to go home,” you caught his hand and he grabbed your jaw. You choked on your fear as he turned you and pushed you against the bumper.

“You’ll be home soon enough,” he snarled, “you put your hand down my pants and make me let you go.”

You shook your head in disgust. You looked him in the face, all the light drained from his eyes as his jowls lined with malice. He squeezed your jaw and you cried out in pain. You reached to his belt blindly and fumbled to undo the buckle. You felt how hard he was through his pants as you pushed down his fly.

“You’re hurtin’ me,” you whispered as you pushed beneath his briefs.

“I could do a lot worse,” he threatened, “ah that’s it, honey.”

You wrapped your fingers around his dick. He was thick and hard against your palm. You stroked him and he shuddered as he leaned against you. His hand slipped down to play with your chest again. He had you pinned to the car as you kept your wrist moving in the confines of his pants.

He groaned and trembled as he urged you faster and you obeyed, turning your head to look at the farmhouse just up the rise. He grabbed your face again and leaned in. His hot breath grazed your lips and he pressed his mouth to your cheek.

He edged you back onto the car and stepped between your knees. Your skirt rode up as he forced your legs wide around him. You pushed on his chest with your free hand and he flung you onto your back with a vicious shove.

You sprawled across the hood, your bags falling to the ground as he grabbed your hips. He ripped your hand from inside his pants and rolled his briefs under his dick. You kicked out as he reached under your skirt and wrestled off your underwear. You cried out as he ripped them free of one ankle.

“No, please, don’t do this. Sheriff, please--”

“You can keep callin’ me sheriff,” he purred as he bent over you again and searched for your entrance with his fingers.

“How long’s it been?” he asked as he caught his tip and poked it along your hole, “Two years, you think I’ll wait forever.”

“I don’t-- Get off of me,” you sank your nails into his leather jacket desperately, “get--”

You gulped as he sank into you all at once. It hurt and sent a pang up your spine. Your wet eyes began to leak as you realised you couldn’t stop him. He thrust and sent another agonizing bolt through you.

“Two years, honey, you think we got time left?” he rutted between ragged pants, “‘bout time you get a baby on ya.”

“Wha-- oh, please--” you gasped as he kept you pinned to the cold hood of the car.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya,” he rasped, “you ain’t gotta keep pourin’ coffee.”

“Stop,” you whispered and closed your eyes, “please..”

Your pleas fizzled and you let him get on, praying it would end. He fucked you harder with each thrust, fueled by your pathetic cries and the sound of him inside of you. He cradled your head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breath singed your skin as he spasmed and spilled inside of you.

When he stopped, you couldn’t move. He pulled out of you with a grunt and his cum dripped from your cunt. You nearly slipped down the hood and barely got your feet under you before you could crumple. You rubbed your fingers through the sticky cum on your thigh and refused to look at him.

“Look at the mess you made of me, honey,” he purred, “the mess I made of you.”

You wiped his cum on your skirt, revolted by the cooling slickness. You pulled your dress straight and left your underwear in the dirt. You glanced at him but he didn’t make a move, only watched you with delight as his hands rested on his open belt.

Numb and unsure, you turned and grabbed up your purse and grease-stained paper bag from the ground. He chuckled and you heard his belt clink. You stumbled through the dirt as he let you go.

“I be seein’ you tomorrow,” he called after you, “I’ll make sure to take a long lunch.”

👮👮👮

Please reblog and like! Let me know what you think.

#dark lee bodecker #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #dark!lee bodecker #The Devil All The Time #request #drabble #dark fic #dark!fic #fic #dark drabble

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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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Good boy

James Potter x Fem!reader

Warning : smut minors dni, dom!reader, sub!James,slapping,kinda edging but not really, mommy kink, degradation

Word count : 801

I did not proof read this but I hope you like it anyway xXx

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“Please Y/N please.”

“No, I want you to stay still.”

He was leaning against the headboard, while you sat on his lap back to chest. You had been cockwarming James for the last little bit, but he was growing more and more impatient. Which was extremely out of character for James.

“I just wanna make you feel good Ma’am.”

That’s when you got up, and removed yourself from him and not missing the whine that left his mouth. You turned to straddle him the other way, making sure not to make contact with his aching member, but making contact with his jaw by holding it with a furious grip between your thumb and fingers.

“Jamie, you know I don’t like liars. Cause if you did want to make me feel good you wouldn’t be whining like a desperate slut. Would you?”

You released his jaw so he could respond.

“N-no.”

“I thought so, you just liked my warm tight pussy, making you feel so good.”

“It felt so good, I just wanted to move. M’sorry, can we try again so I can be your good boy again?”

“No sweetheart, you don’t get my pussy. It seems you’ve forgotten how well I treat you and I think I need to remind you why you should like getting to be treated like a good boy.”

He shook his head vigorously from side to side, as if that could deflect your wrath.

“Please, please I’ll be good. I just wanna-”

He was interrupted by a quick slap to his cheek. You cupped the side of his face and soothed it with your thumb after, admiring the tears in his water line and knowing his tears would be rolling by the end of it.

“Obviously you don’t get it. Good boys get treated well, desperate whiny sluts don’t even get to want anything. If you’re so keen on acting like one then you’ll be grateful for what I give.”

He just nodded solemnly as you removed yourself to grab bonds from the bedside table. He was tempted to whine as you restrained his wrists to the head board, he wanted to touch you so badly, but he knew he was on thin ice already. You stepped back to admire your work, pleased with his state of submission. You just adored his flushed face, his strong arms being held back because it was your will, and his legs sprawled out on the bed. Everything just screamed openness and vulnerability. A side that James Potter just couldn’t show with anyone else. The cocky James Potter was all too happy to be put at your mercy as you crawled towards him from the end of the bed. Your eyes fixated like a hunter, at your anticipating prey. You sat with each of your legs draped over either one of his, to help pin him. Drawing a soft line along the underside of his cock had you smirking at the slight wince he gave at the tortuous touch. More satisfaction was given once you wrapped your hand around his base, taunting him dropping a line of spit onto it.

“You’re not coming anytime soon by the way, so don’t get too excited. You should feel lucky I’m even touching you right now after how you have been acting. Don’t think you’ve ever acted like such a brat before. Where’s my good boy? What happened to him?”

“I-I’m right here, I promise I’m sorry.” He tried his best to answer as you stroked his throbbing length.

“Not sorry enough to address me properly hmm?”

“M’sorry Mommy, really I am. Wanna be your good boy please.”

“That’s sounding better already.” You felt his legs trembling beneath you “You close baby?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Hold it.”

You quickened your pace which had James trying his best not to buck into your hand.

“Feels so good, so good. Mommy I don’t think I can hold it please stop. Don’t wanna get in trouble.”

You froze. Normally in a situation like this he’d be asking you to keep going, but he really did just want to please you. To obey. So instead you undid his restraints and kissed the tip of his nose. He knew how to make your will crumble without even knowing it, or maybe he did.

“Baby I need you to fuck me, okay?”

His face broke into a grin, obviously pleased with how this was now going.

“Yes ma’am, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

He hooked his hands under your knees and flipped you onto your back. Instantly he was over top of you plastering kisses all across your face; truly embodying an excited puppy. You giggled at his excitement.

“I love you so much Jamie, but seriously please fuck me.

“I love you too, and on it.”

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All I’ve Ever Known - G.W.

George Weasley x fem!reader

last of my oneshots for my showtunes fic list, based on the song All I’ve Ever Known from the musical Hadestown! i’ve had so much fun with this series of fics, i hope you guys have enjoyed reading them xx

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: george finds her extremely intriguing, the way she spends her days drawing and creating art. maybe one day he’ll pluck up the courage to talk to her.

Warnings: mentions of food, mentions of bullying/exclusivity, stereotypical slytherin biases

lyrics are bold and italicized

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I was alone so long

I didn’t even know that I was lonely

Y/N sat by herself at the end of the Slytherin table, pushing what was left of her meal around her plate. She could hear the different conversations flowing around her, the ones including her fellow housemates moreso, but as usual she wasn’t involved in any of them.

She could hear Malfoy sneering to his little crew about something or other that Potter did to irritate him that day. She could hear Adrian Pucey discussing the latest Quidditch plays they had used at training that day. She could hear a couple of first years anxiously discussing the topic of their exams the next day.

All around her were signs of companionship and community, yet she was left utterly alone. She wasn’t stupid. She knew why she had been outcasted from her house the moment she got sorted.

“Isn’t she muggleborn?”

“What a disgrace to Slytherin.”

“The Sorting Hat’s made a mistake with that one.”

Over the years, she had gotten used to how those in her house treated her–holding her at arm’s length. She had spent many nights in her first year crying herself to sleep because of how all-consuming the loneliness had been, but now at her seventh year, she was numb to it all.

She knew who she was: A talented muggleborn witch and a proud Slytherin. She didn’t need validation from anyone else. And anyways, most of her time was spent out on the grounds with her sketchpad or in the Room of Requirement painting.

Loud laughs from the Gryffindor table spurred her out of her thoughts. The Weasley twins had pranked their younger brother, and it seemed like their younger sister was an accomplice to the crime as well. The rest of the red and gold house was watching on amusedly, no doubt accustomed to similar situations.

The Weasleys were a well known family at Hogwarts. How could they not be? With their fiery red hair and their big personalities, it was a given that they caught the attention of almost every student.

Y/N admired how they just fit right in with their house, their second family. Of course, a lot of it had to do with the fact that they were so comfortable with the Hat’s placement. Their whole family was sorted into Gryffindor, she could remember, albeit slightly foggily, the older Weasley siblings in leadership roles when she was younger.

Her eyes lingered on George’s laughing figure for a second longer than the rest of them. She was always intrigued by the younger twin. They seldom had classes together, but from what she could gather, he was just as observant and perceptive as he was mischievous and quick witted.

As bodies began to take their leave from the Great Hall, a rough shove to the shoulder nearly made Y/N fall onto the floor. Her eyes snapped up to the offender and she saw the unbecoming sneer of Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle were snickering not so quietly behind him as he stared down at her.

“Whoops,” he jeered, “Sorry to disrupt your staring at the blood traitors and gryffindorks. Maybe you’d be better off with the lot of them.”

With a huff, Y/N gathered her things and strode out of the hall without so much as a second look behind her.

It's like I’d known you all along

I knew you before we met

And I don’t even know you yet

All I know is you're someone I have always known

She was drawing again, George noted.

It always baffled him how she was always alone. Usually students at Hogwarts drifted about their days in groups or pairs; it was rare to see someone spend most of their time by themselves. Growing up with 6 siblings, and having a twin, George was so used to the chaos and noise that came with it that he couldn’t picture what it was like to go about your day solo.

His eyes drifted towards her figure sitting on a blanket out in the grounds. She was blissfully unaware of her surroundings, or more to the point, the person staring at her like a bloody idiot. The weather was slowly transitioning from autumn into winter, and he could tell that she was trying to milk the last few warm days.

It was no secret to him that she preferred to sketch out in the sunny grounds, but Hogwarts being situated in the Scottish countryside made it so that her window of opportunity to do so was limited.

He was so focused on how her brows furrowed in concentration and how her lips pursed ever so slightly when she made a mistake, that he didn’t notice Fred’s many deep sighs. This caused his twin to take one final deep breath and exhale as loudly as possible.

“What’s got your wand in a knot then?” George asked, taking his eyes off of Y/N and turning to face his brother.

“Finally noticed that I exist, have you?” teased Fred.

“Oi, just get on with whatever you want to say!”

He merely laughed, “If you want to talk to the snake, just do it!”

George had the audacity to act as if he didn’t know what Fred meant, “What in Merlin’s name are you on about?”

“Don’t be daft,” Fred smacked him lightly on the back of the head, “You’ve been pining after that Slytherin bird for months, just go and talk to her already!”

“Was I that obvious?”

With a frustrated groan, Fred shoved his twin in the direction of the girl. George stumbled for a second and checked to see if she had seen, she hadn’t. He sent a glare at the redhead over his shoulder, before dusting off his trousers and donning a confident facade.

As he strode across the courtyard, his hands grew increasingly clammy and his heart began to beat erratically in his chest. There was no turning back now, though, as he approached the girl.

His shadow blocked the sun from Y/N’s notebook and she looked up, not expecting anyone to get so close to her.

“Erm, hello,” George waved awkwardly as he towered over her figure.

She blinked a few times before replying, “Hello. Can I help you with something?”

“Mind if I join you?”

George’s question rang through the still air for a moment as Y/N processed what he had just asked. No one had ever wanted to keep her company as she drew before, she wasn’t quite sure how to react. Just before the moment turned even more awkward than it already was, she gave him a swift nod.

The tall, lanky redhead folded his legs beneath him as he made himself comfortable on the path of grass next to her. He had to stop himself from grinning too wide, “I’ve seen you around, you know.”

She merely raised a confused eyebrow in his direction.

“Not-not like I’ve been stalking you!” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck and feeling his ears turn hot, “I’ve just noticed you like to draw out here, especially when the weather’s warm.”

“Oh,” she mumbled, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”

George’s gaze on hers was so sincere, she kicked herself internally for not saying the right thing to him, “No you’re not! Don’t worry. I’m just not used to people paying much attention to what I do. I mean, I’m not that interesting.”

She felt small under his analytic gaze, but something in her kept her from looking away.

“Well I think you’re plenty interesting from what I’ve seen,” He shrugged nonchalantly, “Tell me about your drawings!”

He had said the magic words and the pair of them dove into a conversation. Y/N couldn’t contain her excitement, as she rarely had the opportunity to speak about something she was so passionate about.

“These look bloody brilliant,” George murmured in awe as he flipped through the pages of her notebook.

Y/N’s face warmed at the compliment, “Thanks.”

All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own

But now I wanna hold you too

For nearly every day after their first encounter, George made it a point to talk to Y/N. Whether it be along the hallways on the way to class, during meals (he would take her hand and drag her to the Gryffindor tables, much to her bemusement), or out on the grounds while she drew.

Most of the time, he would talk and talk and talk as she listened quietly. A soft smile would always grace her lips as she observed him and how he spoke so highly of his family and how he was so excited for the shop he would be opening with his brother. The tone of his voice and his large grins always made her feel included in whatever it was that he talked about.

“Hello love,” George smiled down at her before plopping down on the soft grass to her right, “Reckon we’re on the last few days of good weather.”

His eyes raised skywards as the overcast clouds floated above them, hers did the same.

“It’s alright,” she shrugged, sending him a small smile, “We’ve made the most of it, I think.”

The pair sat in relative silence, as silent as it could be with one of the Weasley twins, as Y/N built up the courage to show George what she had made for him. With a deep breath, she plucked something from her school bag that lay strewn across the grass and held the parchment to her chest.

“George?”

“Yeah, Y/N?” his eyes trained on her nervous figure and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Everything alright?”

She nodded her head swiftly, “Yeah everything’s perfect! I just wanted to show you something that I made.”

Slowly, she smoothed out the parchment in front of them. She observed George quietly as he took in the sketch she had made. His eyes scanned it over once, twice, three times before they met hers again.

“Is this…” He mumbled, taking the sketch into his hands to look closer.

“You’ve just been so excited about your joke shop that I–I made a logo for you guys,” she smiled sheepishly, “It’s pretty bare bones, but I wanted you to see it. I won’t take offence if you don’t like it!”

George stared at her, mouth slightly agape. This was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for him, and she did it out of the kindness of her heart. Without a second thought, he threw his arms around her and quickly pulled her to his chest. Y/N let out a little ‘oof’ as she collided with him, heat spreading throughout her body. She was thankful that she was basically smushed on his chest, at least then he couldn’t tell how flustered she got at his display of affection.

“So d’you like it?” she asked shyly, looking up at him.

“I bloody love it!”

Y/N let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding, the pair of them grinning at each other.

Later in the day, George all but dragged Y/N into the Gryffindor common room in search of Fred. His brother was sat on one of the couches by the fireplace, chatting idly with Lee. The sound of parchment hitting him square in the chest rang through the relatively empty room.

Fred’s hands immediately held onto whatever George had placed on him, and his eyes lit with joy as he realized what he was looking at.

“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed, “Is this what I think it is?”

George took a seat next to his brother, his hand tugging Y/N along to take the seat beside him, “Yep. Our Y/N here has made us a logo for Wheezes.”

“This is brilliant, Y/N! Thank you!”

For the second time that day, she found herself wrapped up in the arms of a Weasley twin. Slightly used to it, she just laughed the show of affection off and patted Fred slightly on the back.

“Happy to help,” she smiled.

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As the seasons turned from autumn to winter, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with the red headed twins. She found their enthusiasm for their joke shop infectious, always chipping in with ideas of her own for products, or sketching up prototypes for them to look at.

Slowly, her days were filled with laughter and warmth.

It was a little jarring at first, spending so much time with people who actually cared about her, people who wanted to hear what she said and see what she created. It surprised her, really, how quickly she had become accustomed to being around them.

After a while, though, she found herself wanting to spend as much time as possible with George. She lived for the routine that they had formed, spending most of their breaks and meals together.

It struck her on a seemingly ordinary day, the realization that she was falling for him.

Y/N and George were at a far corner in the library, discussing how the product designs she made could be tweaked a little. He was hunched over the parchment, tracing his fingers over the soft lines of charcoal on the parchment, smudging it just a tad bit and getting some of the pigment on him.

“I love the way you drew…”

George had said something or other about the design, but Y/N couldn’t focus on anything except the way his arm flexed as he spoke. From the corner of her eye, she kept glancing at him, noticing how the glow of candlelight cast soft shadows on his face. The freckles on his cheeks seemed to dance in the flickering light, and looking at the constellations on his face made her breath hitch in her throat.

She couldn’t quite place why her heart was raging in her chest, as if she hadn’t spent most of her days with the red headed boy anyway.

And then it hit her.

Her eyebrows shot up at the sudden awareness of her feelings for George. Oh sweet Merlin and Morgana, she thought.

You take me in your arms

And suddenly there’s sunlight all around me

“George!”

Y/N’s voice rang through the relatively empty hallway as she raced to meet her friend. The friend that she might have been in love with. The friend that she spent hours and hours of her day with, trying to ignore the bubble of feelings that wanted so badly to burst in her chest.

The redhead who was on his way back up to his common room paused mid-step as he heard her voice. He spun on his heel, turning just in time for him to see her barreling towards him, waving a piece of parchment above her head.

When she nearly collided head on with him, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and steadied her, “Woah there, Y/N. There’s no need to try and kill me.”

She huffed, catching her breath slightly, “Sorry, I’m just so excited!”

“Are you going to tell me what you’re excited about, or?” he teased, cocking his head to the side.

With a grin on her face, she shoved the piece of parchment she was holding into George’s hands, “I just figured out how the general design of the Wonder Witch products should look like! See here there’s a–”

“Godric I love you.”

Both bodies froze at the statement. George immediately felt his whole body get hot, no doubt tinging his cheeks and the tips of his ears red. Y/N’s mouth was slightly agape, her mind whirring with all kinds of thoughts as she tried to comprehend what had just come out of George’s mouth.

“What?” she asked, unable to form a proper sentence.

George took a deep breath, there was no going back now, “Erm, yeah. I fancy the hell out of you, Y/N. That wasn’t the way I would’ve preferred to tell you but, I do–I do love you, yeah.”

“Oh, Georgie,” Y/N whispered.

Taking her answer as a rejection, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s alright that you don’t feel the same way, I don’t want this to ruin–”

Instead of replying, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in a hug, “I love you too, you silly boy.”

The nerves got the better of her, and her words were slightly muffled as she whispered them into his chest.

“Come again?”

“I love you too, George!”

A wide grin spread across his face as he looked at the girl in his arms. He felt like he could fly with how happy he was. Everything he needed was right in front of him, and he would hold her close for as long as he could.

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