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ddejavvu · 1 year

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could you please write a spencer x bau!reader where they're both just completely pining for each other but neither of them have the guts to admit it so one day at work she kisses spencer on the cheek really quick and he just melts 🤭

Reading through an unsub's numerous journals with Spencer sitting beside you is like watching a toddler try to run a marathon with a pro athlete. You're not nearly going as fast, and you feel a temper tantrum coming on.

You even rub at your eyes toddler-style, fists balled up and aggressively pushing against your lids. It makes your head ache, and blurred lines spiral in the void of your vision.

"Interesting, here he mentions fields red as blood, but that's typically a phrase used to refer to the red poppy, and there's no stretches of farmland out here that could have been turned into a meadow."

"Mm," You hum muted in your throat, still assaulting your eyes, "Interesting, Spence. What does that mean?"

"Well, probably- uh, are you okay, Y/N?"

"No," You moan, creasing the journal in your lap as you slump forwards onto the table with your arms curled around your head, "I'm tired, and I've read so much that my head is starting to hurt. And you're still thirty-two journals ahead of me."

"Thirty-four," Spencer mumbles, then his slender hand comes to rest cautiously against your back, "Do you want to rest? You can nap if you want, uh, no offense but I can probably finish these faster than you could."

"No offense taken," You admit, wrestling the journal you were working on out from your lap and holding it out blindly for him, "Have at it, wonder boy."

True to his word, Spencer lets you sleep. But he goes above and beyond, patting you gently on the shoulder, then rougher when you don't wake.

"Y/N," He hisses, kicking at your foot beneath the table, "Hotch is back."

Your boss's name inspires terror in you that can only be achieved at the threat of unemployment. It compels you to snatch a journal off of Spencer's pile, flipping it open to a random page just as Aaron strides through the door.

"What have you found?" Hotch looks at you expectantly, and you let Spencer fill his role as Team Rambler with gratitude swirling in your chest.

When he's filled Hotch in on all the nitty-gritty scrawled into the unsub's journals, the older man nods.

"I'll have Garcia check for any notable poppy fields." He informs you, already reaching for his cell, "And keep looking for regional dialect in there, you two, that'll help."

You nod obediently, and Aaron is gone.

Spencer's much more intrigued by his task than you are, so he doesn't notice you leaning closer to him, already engrossed in the journal once more.

"Thanks, Spence." You gush, pressing your soft, puckered lips to Spencer's cheek in a kiss that shoots fire down his spine, "I'm gonna go get some coffee, want some?"

His eyes go wide, and he hasn't had any time to process your kiss, my god, your kiss! until you're already standing, lingering by the door waiting for his order.

"Uh, no," Spencer shakes his head, then, "Or- yes! Please, um, lots of sugar. Please."

"Extra sweet," You promise, and Spencer wonders if you meant to describe yourself, "Got it, pretty boy."

As it turns out, the nickname makes him blush a lot more when it comes from your mouth and not Morgan's.

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juanarc-thethird · 6 months

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Know Your Audience

Bleiss: *in Jaune's bed with super sexy black lingerie* Oh Darling~ Wanna play with me?~💕

Jaune: *Stuffing some video game controllers and snacks into his backpack* I'm sorry Bleiss, but I already agreed with the boys to a marathon of video games. Maybe tomorrow, okay?

Bleiss: *Confuse for his lack of reaction* Wha?

Jaune: See you later. *Leaves*

Bleiss: *Angry* Why doesn't he fall for my charms?!

Nora: *On the celling holding a video camera* It's because you don't know what turns him on.

Bleiss: Nora, what are you doing there?!

Nora: That's not important. What is important is that I know what will help you pitch a tent in Jaune's pants.

Bleiss: Really?! Tell me now!

Nora: Hold on, this information has a price.

Bleiss: I'll give you anything!

Nora: That's what I like to hear.

The next day.

Jaune: *Enters his room* God, I'm tired of playing so much. I want to get to my bed and-

Bleiss: Hello Darling~💕

Jaune: *Blushing* Bleiss?

In front of him was Bleiss lying on his bed dressed as Ishtar from Fate/Grand Order. Her costume was identical to that of the character, down to the last detail. She even put her hair in pigtails to complete it. Bleiss is pleased with his reaction, but even more so with the large bulge that is forming in Jaune's pants.

Bleiss: I see you like my outfit, how about me and you-

Without letting her finish, Jaune was already on top of her with his shirt off and his pants unbuttoned.

Bleiss: *Scaroused* H-Hey, Darling! What are you doing?

Jaune: *Horny* Sorry Bleiss, but I can't contain myself.

Bleiss: W-Wait, let's at least start with some foreplay, okay?

Jaune: I'm sorry.

Bleiss: W-Wait... J-Just wait....

Jaune: I want you~💕 *He kisses her passionately.*

Bleiss: ❤️‍🔥💕❤️‍🔥!!!

Later that day.

Pyrrha: NORA!

Nora: *Sitting on a pancake-shaped beanbag* Yes?

Pyrrha: Did you help Bleiss so she could sleep with Jaune?!

Nora: *Acting clueless* Who me? Never...

Pyrrha: Then explain this.

Pyrrha takes out her scroll and shows Nora a video. In the video Bleiss is lying in bed while being rammed extra hard by Jaune from behind.

Bleiss: *Looking at the camera* Oh fuck!~💕 Are you watching Pyrrha… Aah~💕… Jaune is trying to get me pregnant. Shit!~ Are you jealous?~💕 Ugh!~💕

Jaune: Oh shit, I'm cumming!

Jaune suddenly drops his hips into her, burying his cock deep as he cums vigorously.

Bleiss: OoOooh~💕 FuuUCkk~💕 Is so much cum~💕Nora is a fucking genius~

Video ends

Pyrrha: *Angry* Any last words?

Nora: *Scared* Please don't kill me!

Pyrrha: Too late for that.

Nora: Wait, I know how to get even with her!

Pyrrha: Speak

Nora: Thank you... *Ahem* What bust size are you?

Pyrrha: Huh?

To be continue...

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Wally West Helps You Train for a Marathon

Pairing: Wally West x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, banter, teasing, power use, kissing

Flufftober Day 18: “Did you plan for this to happen?”

A/N: Another entry for flufftober, like Wally I'm running to catch up with it.

Running at full speed for hours was hell for you, great fun for Wally. Sadly this was what you signed up for when you told him you would run in an upcoming marathon that takes place in a few weeks. Wally, while excited to cheer you on and most likely follow along, was more excited about this part: helping you get ready.

He could run a hundred circles around the same trail in a minute, nevermind hours, and not break a sweat. You on the other hand were only human and jogging like this every day to train was taking it's tole on you.

"Remember to pace yourself." He reminded you while running beside you. You must have looked like you were moving in slow motion to him. "Don't start sprinting right away, wait until you see the end, then floor it." Floor it, as if simply running at a steady pace wasn't exhausting.

"I'm not sure how much flooring I'll have left in me." Your legs were already burning. "Any chance you could go instead?" Wally chuckled and kissed your cheek in response, then ran a little ahead of you, his red hair almost a blur to your eye. It was then that you realized, he wasn't just ahead of you, he was running circles and only stopping for that one moment that you would see him, "Show off!"

Once again he slowed down, keeping pace, "Look at it this way, I'll be waiting for you at the finish line, and when you pass it, no matter what place you'll get the best reward in the world." He blew you a kiss coupled with a charming wink and a grin to match.

On the day of the race his flirty affections proved to be just what you needed to make that final push. Although it wasn't as ceremonious as you had envisioned, your body failing you right as you crossed that finish line. Instead of the cold concrete road what welcomed you were Wally's arms as he slowly lowered you to the grass on the side where the other runners were resting.

You couldn't move a muscle anymore, “Did you plan for this to happen?” You grinned up at Wally who was grinning back at you.

"What? You in my arms? Maybe? But I really did want to motivate you. This is just a very happy bonus. And since you're clearly oh so tired, guess that means I get to carry you home too." He didn't even try to hide it anymore.

"Lucky you."

#dc comics x reader #wally west x reader #the flash x reader #dc comics imagine #wally west imagine #the flash imagine #dc comics headcanons #wally west headcanons #the flash headcanons #dc comics fluff #wally west fluff #the flash fluff #dc comics x you #wally west x you #the flash x you #flufftober #x reader

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kyleoreillylover · 8 months

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Finn Balor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Finn takes care of his very sick and stubborn girl.

You lay in your locker room, your body aches and lump in your throat weighing you down and making you feel like you ran a marathon. The harsh bright lights felt harsh against your tired eyes, and the room's cold ass temperature did nothing to help your already freezing body. In just a few hours, you were supposed to be in the ring, giving your all in the ring and to the fans watching. But right now, all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep off your sickness for the next few days.

Your phone buzzed, and you glanced at the screen. It was a message from Liv. She was due to wrestle tonight as well, and you'd both been looking forward to catching up before the show.

"Liv's probably excited to see me," you muttered to yourself, trying to summon the energy to get up.

As you struggled to put on your ring gear, the door to your locker room creaked open, and in walked Liv. "Hey, girl! Ready to kick some ass tonight?" she cheered, her voice full of enthusiasm.

"You know it, babe." You answered, managing a weak smile, but Liv's sharp eyes caught your dull ones and the faint sheen of sweat on your forehead. "Sweetie, are you okay? You look a bit... off," she observed, concern etching her features.

You quickly brushed off her worry. "I'm just a little tired, Liv. I'll be fine once I get in the ring," you assured, though your voice was barely above a whisper.

Liv wasn't convinced. She stepped closer, her brow furrowing as she reached out and felt your forehead. "You're burning up! Why didn't you say anything, dummy?"

You avoided her gaze, trying to shrug off her concern. There was nothing scarier than an angry protective Liv. "It's nothing, Liv. Just a little fever. I've wrestled through worse."

But Liv was having none of it. She pushed you gently until you were seated and then slipped off her leather jacket. "Here, put this on. You're shivering."

You tried to refuse, but Liv was insistent. She draped the jacket over your shoulders and she gently pushed you down onto the locker room bench. "Sit. I'm getting you some water."

You sighed but complied, watching as Liv filled a cup with water from the nearby sink. She handed it to you and then scurried off to grab a box of tissues.

Liv returned and sat down next to you, worry etched across her face. "You're not going out there tonight, okay? I don't care what you say."

You sighed again but didn't argue. "Just let me finish getting ready. I'll be fine."

Liv shot you a disapproving look. "I'm telling Finn."

Your eyes widened, panic setting in. "No! Liv, promise me you won't tell Finn. He'll worry, and he's got his own match to focus on."

Liv hesitated but ultimately nodded. "Fine, but only because you're going to promise me that if you feel any worse, you'll pull out of the match."

You agreed reluctantly, and Liv gave you a reassuring pat on the back before excusing herself to head to her own locker room. Little did you know, Liv was more concerned about you than you realized.

As you continued to get ready, there was a knock at your locker room door. You assumed it was Liv returning with more supplies, so you called for her to come in without looking up.

The door opened, but instead of Liv's cheerful voice, you heard Finn's concerned one. "Luv? Liv told me you're not feeling well. Are you okay?"

You froze, slowly turning to face him, your pale face now visible. Finn's eyes widened with worry as he rushed over to you, his hand gently touching your forehead.

"You're burning up," he whispered, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine, Finn," you mumbled weakly, trying to downplay your illness.

Finn wasn't having it. He scooped you up into his arms, ignoring your protests, and began carrying you out of the locker room.

"Finn! Put me down!" you exclaimed, but your voice came out shaky and small.

Finn ignored you and carried you to the medical area. The doctors there confirmed that you were indeed running a fever and advised you not to wrestle tonight. Finn nodded in agreement and helped you back into your regular clothes.

Once you were bundled up and ready to go, Finn gently scolded you as he drove you back to your place. "You should have told me sooner, Luv. You don't have to be so stubborn. I care about your well-being more than any match."

You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Finn. I just didn't want to worry you."

Finn pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I'd rather know and take care of you. Now, let's get you home and rest up. I'll make you some soup."

As you nestled into Finn's warm embrace, you couldn't help but smile. You were thankful for him (and for Liv too) and there must've been a God or angel up there that liked you because you didn't know how Finn had the patience to keep putting up with your stubborn ass. You didn't like being taken care of by anyone, usually settling for pushing through whatever it was you were dealing with, but Finn was slowly undoing all of that, teaching you that it didn't hurt to be taken care of once in a while. And you couldn't have been more grateful for that.

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mysteryshoptls · 9 months

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SSR Jack Howl - Club Wear Voice Lines

When Summoned: I don't plan on getting stuck in a pack with everyone else. I'll run at my own pace.

Summon Line: I got a good training regimen going. I'll improve my physique before the next meet... And I'll definitely beat my target time!

Groooovy!!: I'll shake everyone else off. The one who'll cross the finish line first will be... me!

Home: Right! Guess I'll start with some warm-up exercises.

Home Idle 1: Marathon running is a sport where it's important to determine strategies for pacing and positioning. I always have a plan of attack for each one I run.

Home Idle 2: I recommend the woods behind campus as a good running course. The path is unpaved, so it's just right for building your core.

Home Idle 3: I find pole vaulting to be frustrating. Even when I think I've made the jump, sometimes my tail gets caught on the pole. I need to figure out a way to overcome that somehow.

Home Idle - Login: I like how we can visually see our results with proper timekeeping in Track and Field. That helps me see exactly how well I'm doing, and how far I've come.

Home Idle - Groovy: If you're planning to watch our practice, then go sit in the tree shade over there. No, it's not 'cause I'm worried about you. You'll just be a distraction if you're too close.

Home Tap 1: Guess I'll have to do some shoe maintenance soon. I need to make sure my prep is spot on so I can have some real results, so.

Home Tap 2: We went into the mountains for the Track and Field Club training camp. Because of the thinner air at that higher altitude, it made for a harder run and good exercise.

Home Tap 3: Athletic supporters help to reduce unnecessary muscle movement, which in turn helps me from getting tired too quickly. It's definitely a must if we're practicing for long hours.

Home Tap 4: Deuce raced against an upperclassman in the 400 meter dash. Man, no matter how many times he was passed, he would quickly overtake him... He's got mettle.

Home Tap 5: I'm hungry. I want to eat something, but... I'll hold off for now, because I'm about to go running. I don't want to stress out my stomach and lower my time.

Home Tap - Groovy: I tried filming my running form... But it's just not working out. Oh, you'll help me video it? Alright, I'll leave it to you then.

Duo: [JACK]: Deuce, can you keep up with me? [DEUCE]: Don't underestimate me, Jack!

Requested by @dida-books.

#twisted wonderland #twst #jack howl #deuce spade #twst jack #twst deuce #twst translation #twst club wear

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friendsoup · 4 months

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WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS ON THE FLOOR READING THE SOBER THOUGHTS FIC⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇⁇ IT WAS SO GOOD ESP FOR MEDICINE POCKET.... WOULD IT BE ALRIGHT TO ASK FOR A PART 2 TO IT? like how reader finally sobers up but doesn't exactly remember what had happened after they got hit with diggers atk until pocket and dikke explain it to them ⎯ bla bla BLAH reader is flustered and embarrassed, frantically trying to hide away and make excuses for their actions even though they were completely pure truths of their affections towards them, and even going as far as to say "Pretend it never happened/you didn't hear it!" how wld pocket and dikke react ... or more like, return reader's feelings while also being embarrassed abt the situation

Sober Thoughts Pt 2

Recipe: Romantic fluff, Proper confessions, Hungover! Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, GN! Reader, Devoted Dikke, Playfully teasing Medicine

WC: 1,979 (one day I'll get 1999)

Chef's Note: OUGH sorry this took so long!!! I'm working on like. 3 fics at once. I just happened to finish this one first lmao. I hope it's what you were looking for! I certainly had fun writing it!

The first thing that comes to you is the pounding in your head.

It feels like someone’s beating you with a hammer, a dull thud banging over and over again into your temples. Your brain feels like it’s being squeezed, making it hard to think, or comprehend anything but the pain. Has it always hurt so much to live?

Against all better reasoning, you attempt to open your eyes. Slowly, they peel open, instantly flooded by the lights and colors of your room. It feels like a stab to the eyeballs, your head throbbing in response. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Since when does seeing hurt to do? “You’re awake.” You hear a familiar voice say. Cautiously, you turn your head again, peeking out of one eye. And there they are. Medicine Pocket, sitting right next to your bed. Their hair is undone, falling over their shoulders in a messy cascade. Their eyes look tired, but they’re still managing to pull a smile. “You’ve given everyone quiiiiite the heart attack.” They chuckle, poking your forehead. “Come on, sit up. I have some water for you.” That is music to your ears.

You scooch upwards, your sore muscles screaming at you to stop. It feels like you’ve just ran a marathon, your body inexplicably pained by… something. Something you can’t quite remember. Medicine shoves a cool glass of water in your hands, and instantly you feel better. Just the cold touch of the glass is enough to relax you, and when you put the glass to your lips? The relief is like no other. You gulp it down greedily, finishing the cup in a matter of seconds. You hand it back to Medi, feeling slightly better.

“Bunny Bunny has something she calls a ‘hangover cure’ that she’s cooking up for you.” Medi states, snorting. “Apparently it’s popular. Both Pavia and Centurion swear by it.” You can barely comprehend what they’re saying, your mind swimming in pain. But the sound of their voice is comforting. You’re glad they’re here, next to you, during this time of need. However, there’s something on your mind. “What… what happened last night?” Your confusion makes Medi burst out into laughter. You writhe in pain as the sound hits your ears, the shrill laughter doing nothing for your headache. You shrink down into your bed, hitting your head against the pillow as you prepare for something terrible to come out their mouth. “You got hit by one of Diggers’ bubbles.” Medi explains between laughter. “You were out of it.” You groan, bits and pieces returning to you. “When we got you to the suitcase, you nearly fell face first down the stairs. I had to catch you.” “Nooooo…” “You started petting Pickles, then broke into tears over how fluffy he was.” “Noooooooooo, don’t remind mee…” You hide your face under the covers. “You sang karaoke with Regulus. I have it on camera.” “Nooo you don’t! Pocket, come oooon…” “You also told me you loved me.” You freeze, suddenly tensing. Surely you didn’t… did you? “Oh.” Is all that can escape you. “That’s…” You bite your lip, not knowing what else to say. “You said I’m smart, and skilled in battle, and stupidly beautiful.” They trail on.

Your face feels as if it’s on fire. You want them to stop, yet you can’t make the words.

“You said you think about me at night, and that every time I look at you I set you on fire.” “Please, please stop!” You beg, tears beginning to well in your eyes. You can’t stand the teasing any longer, it’s too much. “Just forget about it, alright?! I wasn’t in my right mind. I was out of it! Just act like it never happened, okay?!”

Medi flinches back at your sudden resistance. You’ve never snapped back at their teasing before. This was new. Had they accidentally hit a nerve?

“Hey, I’m-” “No, just stop! I know you want to continue to make fun of me, but I can’t take it! Everything hurts, and I ruined our friendship, and I just want to be left alone so I can rot forever!” You sob, tears rushing from your eyes now. Your head pounds further, but nothing hurts as bad as the tear in your heart. “[Name]!” Medi exclaims. “I’m sorry!” “You’re…” You wipe your face with your blanket. “What?” “I’m sorry. For teasing you.” Medi rubs at their neck, staring at the ground. “I didn’t know you’d be a big baby about it. I’m sorry.” You blink. For as long as you’ve known Medicine Pocket, they’ve never apologized. You didn’t think it was possible for them to. That they’d explode if they ever tried. Though it wasn’t the most ideal apology, it was more than what you were used to from them. “But.” Medi continued, slowly. “I can’t just forget about it. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you’ve said.” A blush falls upon their cheeks. “[Name], you make me happy. Like, really happy. There’s something about your idiotic face that makes it hard for me to think straight. I’ve never… I’ve never really felt that before. For anyone. It’s weird and confusing, and sometimes I think I hate it. But I want to be with you. Even if it’s just for a bit.” “Medicine…” You look up at them, eyes as round as saucers. “Yeah?” They ask, catching their breath. “You picked the worst time to confess!” You break into a smile, wincing at the sudden movement. “Really? While I’m hungover of all things?” You reach out a hand, playfully pushing them away. “At least I’m not doing it mid-battle! Like some of us.” They playfully whap you back, a smirk returning to their face.

The two of you laugh, before falling into a pleasant silence. “I’d like to give us a shot, [Name].” Medi says, bashfully looking towards you. “I’d like that too.”

Drunk Words pt 2

You have a nightmare that night. In your dream, a large eagle with red eyes stares daggers into you, while you attempt to escape from it’s twisted forest.

No matter where you turn, it’s always ahead of you, it's bird face full of hatred. You duck under branches, twist between trees, and hide under brush, but you can still feel it’s glare wherever you go. Always lurking.

Always ahead. You wake with a start.

The first thing you notice is that you’re covered in sweat. Your clothes stick to your body, making it nearly impossible to move and breathe. It’s a gross sensation, nearly unbearable, made worse by the fact that it’s paired with a killer headache.

Your head pounds, your stomach churns, and everything feels hot and close. You feel as though there’s been a great pressure placed on you, and it’s slowly crushing you into the bed. You force yourself to sit up, wiping your wet forehead with an equally wet arm. Your vision is hazy, blurred and swirling as the room rocks around you. It takes you a moment to realize that you’re in your room. And that there’s someone at the door. The eyes from your nightmare fall upon you, as blank and as cruel as you remember them to be. You flinch back, then flinch again at the pain, as your head spins in confusion. Wait. You know that red glare! “Dikke?” You ask. You didn’t realize it until now, but your mouth is horribly dry. It feels like someone shoved cotton into your jaw and left you to choke. “Yes, M’lord?” Dikke asks, standing up a bit straighter. “What are you doing in my room?” Dikke’s face goes red, her eyes falling to the floor. “Making sure you’re protected, M’lord. I couldn’t be too careful.” Now, you might be out of it, but you’re pretty sure there’s no threats nearby. What the hell was Dikke talking about? “From…what?”

Dikke’s face grows more embarrassed, as she lowers her head now, trying to shield her expression. “You see, you were… compromised last night. You were in a vulnerable state. I had to make sure you got the rest you needed to recover, and that no one took advantage of your stupor.” Well that was at least sweet. You think. Not that you suspect anyone in the suitcase would really do that. The worst would be Tennant, who’d probably try to swindle any remaining money out of you. But other than that? You trusted the people you worked with.

Slowly, memories return. “Oh,” You groan, the cause of all this hitting you like a freight train. “I got hit by one of Diggers’ bubbles, didn’t I?” You sigh, dragging your fingers through your hair. “I didn’t do anything too embarrassing, did I?”

Dikke shakes her head. “You wanted to go out and, uh, socialize, but I put an end to that. Once we got back, I made you dress and go straight to bed. To prevent any further harm from being done.” You sigh in relief. “That’s good. Thank you, Dikke.” “Except- there was one thing.”

Oh no.

“You…” She stumbles over the first word, you can see she’s struggling to get it all out. “You told me that… Well, the thing is, you said something. And I… I’m simply wondering… Ah, no, that’s not it.” You lean forward, intrigued by the hesitation. “You told me that you loved me.” She finishes, giving a pitiful look to you. “Gah! What? I did?” You exclaim. You don’t remember that at all! “How- What- Huh?” “It was not a full confession.” Dikke admits. “You told me that I was beautiful, and then exclaimed ‘I love you’. But you were quite out of it…” Her expression twists between sad and expectant. It’s clear that she wants you to say something, but you aren’t sure what. “I probably didn’t mean it in a romantic way!” Probably? God, could you be any less convincing?! “I probably just meant it as a friend thing! You know? How friends call each other beautiful and stuff?” You’re sweating bullets all over again, making the bed even more uncomfortable. “Ah.” Dikke looks quite defeated, her gaze returning to the ground. “So you mean to tell me, you do not have romantic feelings for me?” What are you even supposed to say?! The brave knight of justice has never looked so pitiful or small. She looks like a gentle wind could blow her down! You bite the inside of your cheek, closing your eyes as you try to find the correct words to say. “If I did have romantic feelings for you, hypothetically, what would you say?” You ask, opening one eye to study Dikke. “That my heart burns for you as well. And that I want to pledge my unyielding loyalty to you, and to our love.” She states, bowing. “Well, what if, again hypothetically, I said I wanted to take it slow at first? Ease into the whole, unyielding loyalty thing.” “Oh.” You see the gears turning in her head as she stands up straight. “Yes, I’m sure I can do that too.” She coughs into a closed fist, glancing away.

“Then, well…” You sigh. “I do like you. And I do want to take things slow.” You admit, crossing your arms. The light which appears in Dikke’s eyes are like no other. She’s like a kid seeing a christmas tree for the first time, all wonder filled and bright. She runs to your side, kneeling at your bed. Looking up to you with so much admiration, you could swear it was almost worship. “You’re being truthful, M’lord? Yes?” “Yeah, I am.” You sink under her gaze, not used to it being so soft. It’s cute. Too cute. “Then I will be your knight, yours and yours alone, to defend you and follow you to the ends of the earth.” She swears.

You wonder, briefly, what you’ve gotten yourself into.

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Dikke #Dikke x reader #Dikke x you #Dikke reverse 1999 #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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ventique18 · 5 months

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I FINISHED IT OMFG! I'm so tired after that marathon. It's so hard to write out thoughts and translations compared to just reading for my random leisure. It was really fun! This chapter is amazing! Diasomnia really is doing its best to win everyone's heart lol. The wait was long but so worth it.

I'll stop for a bit now because I'm tired as fuck but I'll go write out some thoughts and theories after I let the story marinate some more in my brain lol.

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles

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ajvocals43 · 1 year

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Heyy, I was wonderings if your requests are open? Would you be interested in writing a Dean x Reader where Sam goes on one of his first dates with Eileen, and he's very nervous; so he asks Dean and Reader to come along with them, maybe add the sentence "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

Hope you enjoy it.

Love C.

They absolutely are! (even if I only get to respond to them like once a month) I love this idea! Hope this fits that.

Not a Date

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2577

Warnings: poorly connected writing, slight swearing, depictions of blood and gore (if you squint)

A/n: This is sort of a Franken-fic because the beginning of this I wrote forever ago and now got to finish. I've been writing this whenever I had time over the last week so that's why it might feel disjointed but that's how things go sometimes. Also, I love this idea so much and I'm debating a part two.

“Your arm is bleeding.” Dean commented, as we left the abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere. The sun was just barely coming over the horizon, lighting up the surrounding area and revealing how bad my arm truly looked.

“Oh really? I hadn't noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my arm, but thanks for letting me know.” We had just finished with a wendigo hunt and we were both exhausted and dirty. We were both going on 48 hours of no sleep and I didn't know about him but I was about dead on my feet. And on top of that I was bleeding. A lot. Sam was back at the bunker, panicking about his upcoming date with Eileen. The hunt was last minute and small so Dean and I figured we would handle it ourselves as long as I promised Sam we’d be back in time. It was his first real date with her and he was so nervous, it was adorable. I had helped him plan his date down to the last detail. He’d decided on a silent movie marathon at a park in the next town over (even though he’d seen like half of them already). Dean had of course laughed at his brother’s “corniness” but I had to admit that his idea was pretty cute. I had promised Sam that I would be back in time to help him set up his picnic and calm him down before Eileen got there but this hunt had taken more time than we’d expected. And now I was also beaten up and covered in blood. I hadn't gotten captured but I had gotten a pretty nasty gash in my arm from being knocked into some old equipment that I should’ve seen but hadn't.

“Damn, you’re mean when you're tired.” Dean said as we came up to the car. Rather than respond, I moved to punch him. He dogged as he always did but this time he grabbed the arm that I had extended and pulled me into him. My breath caught at the move especially since usually we tended to keep our distance. Granted, that never seemed to stop the weird charge the air had every time we were in a room together. It was some weirdly strong chemistry that we seemed to have, even though we were completely wrong for each other. He annoyed the hell out of me and I'm sure I did the same for him. Sam had tried to tell me once that it was because we were in love with each other but that was completely ridiculous. We were friends, sure, but we fought constantly. That didn't mean that I wasn't attracted to him though. I mean… how could you not be? He was gorgeous. Strong jaw, tan, freckled skin, candy apple green eyes… What was I saying? Never mind. Like I said, we are totally wrong for each other. Plus I had just gotten out of a relationship (which of course didn't work out because of my feelings for the elder Winchester). And because I didn't want to focus on my failed love life, I focused on the pain, trying to figure out where it was coming from.

Dean hooked my good arm around his neck and pulled the other up to inspect the damage that seemed to span the whole arm. But that could also be the flow of blood down my arm. The cut didn't feel that big but it was also hard to tell around the rest of the dirt and grime on me. “I'll need to clean this to get a better look at it but for now, here.” He said and started to pull his flannel off. “You need to keep pressure on it until we can get back and I can stitch you up.” I couldn't help but stare at the muscles flexing in his arms as he tied the shirt around the cut. That was until he pulled it tight so it kept pressure. I sucked in a breath and his gaze met mine as my eyes continued up his chest to his eyes. I felt my face heat as he caught me staring but I refused to admit that he got to me in any way. “How's that?” he asked softly. One of his hands dropped to the small of my back to keep me in place while his other turned mine over to check for more damage.

“Tight,” I said.

“Smartass.” He shot back smiling. It was contagious so of course I followed suit. We were closer than I could remember being in a very long time. I could feel exactly where his hand was on my back holding me to him. Like this weight that was trapping me close to him. But it made me feel safe.

Realizing that that was a little too close to something I refused to name anymore, I started to pull away. The moment I did though, his hold seemed to tighten. It sent a zing of awareness and excitement through me. I hadn't thought that was possible outside of sappy rom-coms and novels, but I felt it now with Dean. He looked like he was going to say something else but after another moment, he let go. I felt the sting of disappointment run through me but shut it down as soon as it came up. He couldn't know how I felt about him, it would ruin everything. He meant too much to me, they both did. They were all I had left. Dean and I’s relationship being ruined would mean me losing everything I knew.

So I pulled away, turning to finish unloading my weapons in the trunk. “You’re still going to need stitches when we get back to the motel.” Dean said, walking around to the driver’s side.

“Ya think?” I asked, sarcastically. His only response was to shake his head and start the car. “Just hurry up so that we can get back to Sam. I promised.”

Dean muttered something about me babying his little brother but started the drive back to the motel.

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We made it back to the bunker by late afternoon. My arm hurt like a son of a bitch and I could barely keep my eyes open but I was alive. As soon as I had walked in the door, Sam started bombarding me with questions, most of which were checking what I’d talked to him about on the phone on the way over. Dean surprised me by saving me, making Sam doubt the picnic he’d pack and letting me slip out to get a shower. I thought about it while I was washing myself off under the hot spray. Usually it was a race for who got the first shower and therefore the most hot water, but he didn't even try to fight me for it. As soon as Sam started asking me questions Dean jumped in and steered me towards the door to the hall. I couldn't figure out why since normally we’re the types to push the other in front to deal with the other person while we escape. Not while hunting of course, we cared for each other deeply, the way only those who were connected for a long time did; however, when we were at home, we tended to bicker and act like children. I was the only one who couldn't get it through their thick head that our flirting and bickering was only on a platonic level. There was nothing more to it and there never would be. There was too much at stake. I just needed to get over the stupid feelings I had for him and we could just go back to being our weird makeshift family.

Once I was clean and my muscles slightly relaxed after a hot shower, I was still exhausted but I felt more ready to take on Sam’s Anxiety. When I walked back into the kitchen Dean seemed about ready to punch his brother in the face.

“Who cares? It’s a silent movie. No one is going to be paying attention anyway. The only people that go to silent movies-”

“How's the food going Sam?” I asked loud enough (hopefully) to cover Dean’s complaining. “It looks like you have quite the spread there.”

“Yeah… I can’t seem to decide.” He looked down at all the food that was spread across the island. “I'm sorry, I don't know what’s wrong with me.”

I went up to him as I told him, “Don't apologize, Sam. It's sweet. It means you like her.”

“I just… I really want this night to go well.”

“I know.” I placed my hand on his arm (mainly because I couldn't reach his shoulder without looking awkward) to try and instill some comfort in him. “And for what it’s worth, she likes you too. Right Dean?” I called back.

“Yeah, sure.” Dean asked, but he sounded distant. I turned to look at him and saw him looking through the food in the pantry. I shook my head in bemusement (though not that I'd tell him that). “Even if you're being a major dork.”

Annnnd there it was. I rolled my eyes before I patted Sam on the arm and went to start putting the cold items back in the fridge before they spoiled.

“Y/n?” Sam called suddenly.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I hate to ask but… there's so much pressure on this and I'd really feel better… if you came with me?” he asked. I was going to refuse but then he added the stupid puppy dog eyes and added “Dean could come too, you guys are friends, it would be like a double date. Please?”

I really wanted to say no… but instead what came out of my mouth was “Fine.” he signed with relief before I added “Youre lucky youre basically a little brother to me. AND this isn't a double date. We’re just…third and fourth wheeling. Right?” I aimed towards Dean.

“Right.” Dean immediately agreed. “Not a date. Definitely NOT a date.”

I wasn't going to comment on how my heart dropped a little at his vigorous agreement. I mean… I definitely didn't want to date him but couldn't he be at least a little upset?

I really needed a boyfriend. I had to stop focusing on Dean and every reaction I had to him. It wasn't going anywhere no matter how much I (or Sam) wanted it to. And with that, I went to find something to wear to our double date. This would be interesting.

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It wasn't interesting in the slightest. Eileen had come by the bunker and Sam was a perfect gentleman. Dean drove us to the park where even though it was getting dark out, it wasn't too chilly. We set up two different blankets, one for the couple and one for the 3rd and 4th wheels and we waited for the movies to start.

Sometime around the second movie, Dean and I fell asleep. I have no idea how long it went for or how long we were out, all I remember is waking up to Sam shoving me against my personal heater, irritating the (stitched) gash on my arm, and telling me that they were kicking us out. And then had the shit scared out of me when that heater groaned underneath me at the jostling and tightened its arms around me in an attempt to keep me close and stay asleep. In a moment we both seemed to realize where we were and jumped apart. The cold air chilled my skin and the breeze made me shiver even through my jacket. Dean caught on quickly and handed me the blanket he must have put over us at some point before moving to stand up. He held his hand out to help me up after him.

That was new.

I took it hesitantly and he helped pull me to my feet before grabbing the blanket that had been on the ground and following Sam and Eileen who were already halfway to the car by the look of it. Only when we hit the edge of the grass did I finally realize he hadn't let go of my hand. And he didn't let go until he opened the passenger side door for me and let me crawl in before closing it behind me. Where was all of this coming from?

The ride was quiet but my brain was anything but. I couldn't figure out why in the last 12 hours or so why he was suddenly being so… caring. No, that wasn't it. Dean was always caring, it was one of the many reasons I had this big fat crush on him. But today… it was different. From the shower to being my non date helping Sam, to wrapping me in a blanket, even opening the door for me. I was confused to say the least.

When we finally returned to the bunker, Sam and Eileen headed down the hall enraptured in some conversation I hadn’t followed. They were cute. I felt bad but I wished that I had that kind of easy relationship with someone. They just seemed to fit so well together and there wasn't any confusion about where they stood with the other. It all just seemed so simple.

“I can see the gears turning.” Dean called from the other side of the car as we climbed out of our respective sides. “What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”

I tried very hard to hide the blush that I could feel at being caught, “Nothing.” Nice Y/n. “I'm good, promise-”

“Nope, don't try to hide from me.” He came around and grabbed my arm as I started walking inside, pulling me back to him. “What’s going on?”

I searched his eyes for anything that would clue me in as to what was going on. All I could find in those beautiful green eyes was concern for me, which, paired with our close proximity, wasn't helping me think straight at all.

“Tell me.” he commanded softly.

There was no way I was going to win this. I knew I would tell him, but I didn't expect what came out of my mouth to be, “Why are you like this?”

“I'm sorry…?” he chuckled slightly.

“Not like that.” I closed my eyes in exasperation with myself. “It just…today. Why were you so… sweet? I’m confused, I mean… the shirt and the shower and the blanket and even the freaking car door, I-” nothing because suddenly my lips were occupied with Dean’s. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me even closer as his lips continued to dance against mine. Damn. I’d heard them talk about it but they never even got close to actually describing how good a kisser he was. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before and I wanted to keep kissing him forever.

He pulled away softly and my lips chased him slightly. My brain was completely mush after that and barely registered his studying my face, quietly commenting “Cute.”

“What…?” I questioned vaguely, still not fully coherent, my eyes stuck to his lips.

Said lips rose into his signature smirk before he said cheekily, “Goodnight, Sweetheart.” And with that, he reached around, smacked my ass, making me jump, and walked down the hall.

What the hell just happened?!

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trivialbob · 3 months

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I'm happy over a simple shirt I bought yesterday.

Feeling a need to walk, but tired of being cold, I went to the Mall of America. Some say it's about a mile to walk one loop inside the mall. After I strolled all three main levels my Garmin came up with 2.6 miles. It's a little wonky using the GPS indoors, so I'm not making any guarantees.

People watching is excellent. This has got to be the most diverse place in Minnesota. I heard English, Spanish, Arabic, Russian (?), Japanese, and more. People are in all shapes, sizes, political persuasions, gender identities, colors, attitudes, and manner of dress. The huge mall is next to the airport, and Minnesota doesn't charge sales tax on clothes, so I've heard the place gets plenty of out of state shoppers.

Does your bingo card have an ex football player with purple hair? Wait, is that the ex football player with purple hair in a wheelchair or the ex football player with purple hair shuffling along in a silky track suit? How about a cute young mom with three adorable children? Well, yes, but do you want the one with three girls, or three boys, or two girls and one boy? Because they are all there.

I like that I didn't see any of those silly, virtue signalling signs declaring All Are Welcome Here or We Respect All People. Those signs are not necessary because it just happens. All these different people all got along without placards telling them to.

Sure, I wanted to holler at a parent with a triple stroller (filled with three adorable children, two boys and one girl - BINGO!). She had stopped in the middle of a busy hallway to read her phone, causing chaos like Prius dawdling in the left lane of a busy highway.

But I wiggled around them quietly, as did other walkers and shoppers, and went on my way. Also I really can't complain because 25 years ago I was a parent with a double stroller (reasonably looking dad, two boys), taking winter walks there with my young kids. Surely I had been in someone's way.

At Old Navy I decided to go inside. Prices at my once-beloved LL Bean have exited my comfort zone. I also wasn't pleased with the quality of the last three items I purchased there. Eddie Bauer prices are high too ($85 for jeans? Please!) but EB at least has perennial steep discounts. Though I rarely shop Old Navy, I've always had a good experience there.

This long-sleeve tech shirt was marked at $22 (not bad) and just $11.50 (whoo hoo!) after the always-available Old Navy sale price. It was sort of a two-for-one in that I love how it looks and feels AND I didn't spend much money. I'll be back.

All my other tech shirts are from races. They're comfortable for exercising or sleeping on cold nights, but I'm not a fan of the graphics on some of them. Displaying "2016 Twin Cities Marathon" is okay with me, but I don't care for the word "Finisher" on the shirts. It looks odd to me, no better than "Participant" or "I did this." At least that one didn't have "Finished in 16,422nd Place."

#Oh dear I'm a mall walker #In three more years I'll be required to wear a track suit when I mall walk #Maybe I'll even be wearing those athletic shoes with Velcro tabs #Old Navy

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lifeonmarz-blog · 1 year

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12th House Transit, anyone?

I've been going through 12th house transits for over a year now and im spiritually tired but also feeling like I'm almost finished with the marathon. The 6th and 12th house have been giving me the ick. My career path has been stressing me. I left one field a while ago and have yet to find my footing somewhere else. The jobs i've had haven't worked out or haven't been what i expected. Its been so disappointing. My love life has been a confusing mess of delusion and hurt. Ive done things i never thought i would've. I ended a situationship thats been going on for 2 years. Ive met new people that lowkey i wish i hadn't. Its been interesting... My creativity has been lacking, feeling uninspired quite often and also unattractive. Which is kinda new for me ima aries being conceded is literally just in my dna. I havent had a interest in posting on social media like that. I deleted my socials a multiple times during this year. A month hiatus was the longest stretch. This is the first time in my life ive actually been serious about getting a therapist. My mental health has been a rollercoaster. Lonely has also been a theme. Ive always been introverted my sun is Natally in the 12th but this is a different kind of lonely. Ive resisted meditation so much which makes zero sense. Just sulking in the sorrow but there's been many times where i felt like i needed faith and hope so i had to stop running from myself. I dont think people talk about 12th house transits enough. Its very similar to the 8th but the 8th is like getting your finger chopped off and the 12th is like getting a flesh eating bacteria that slowing claims your finger. Anyways, its been unpleasant but mars goes direct soon and my planets enter the 1st house shortly after. I'll be glad to be working with less serious energies. I've learned a lot about who I thought I was and my mental has shifted a lot too. Letting go of thought patterns that have kept me in a mental prison. Lowkey I could've ended up in a actual prison during this transit. It been like that... Meditation is not optional with 12th house transits. Trust me, just do it.

Luv of Marz

#astrology #12th house #astrology101 #astrologyfacts #8th house #astrologychart #astrologyobservations #astrologyzone #1sthouse #astrologylover #astro observations #astrology transits

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robairegif · 1 year

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— TICKLISH . . .

sypnosis : you were really curious if robaire is ticklish, and there's only one way to know it, tickling him after a long, tiring day at work.

genre : soft fluff. we love fluffy fluff.

notes : i missed writing omg, i've been away since a month, and i missed writing for 4town so much🥹 anyways here's your content !! i finished this in one sitting, and i still have one in my drafts, but i couldn't seem to finish that so, probably it will come out in another month again/j

“ mon amour, i'm home! ” he says, the tiredness from his voice was obvious, of course. who wouldn't be tired if you're literally the leader of the most famous band in the world?

and you, you had the randomest thought in your head after he got home.

' is he ticklish? i haven't seen him being tickled by the others, what if i.....no. he's probably tired right now. '

“ oh, welcome home, darling! ” you greet him your sweet voice, oh, how he loved hearing your voice so much.

he rested his head into your shoulders, his eyes closed. he was indeed, tired.

“ how was your day? ” you said, softly caressing his shoulders.

“ hmm, it went well... ” he said, face still buried on your shoulders.

you chuckled, “ hm, you did a great job today, love. ”

you always tell him that whenever he comes home, and it never fails to fluster him. he missed hearing your voice.

and of course, you couldn't just forget about your plan so easily, then, you started tickling him, earning an confused hum from him.

“ what are you doingggggg? ” he says, you laugh in response.

you pout, “ hm, i actually wanted to see if you were tickish or not.. ”

he chuckled at your response, “ nice try, mon cher. ”

his response making you pout more “ it sounded like you were teasing me. ”

“ i know something that will make you stop from sulking. ” he says with a smirk on his face, while you, on the other hand, is confused.

“ what is it? is it chocolates? a plushie? movie marathon with you? ” you asked, looking at him, confused. he smiled in response,

“ none of them, actually. ” he said, which making you more confused, not when he started tickling you

“ hey- WHAT- ” you said beetween laughs. he chuckled at the sight of you. oh god, the two of you were so adorable.

“ ROBAIRE! STOPFFHHHH!! ” you managed to say his name beetween laughs, he couldn't help it, he finds you adorable like this.

he stops tickling you, “ fine, i'll stop. ”

“ in one condition, ” he added. your brows furrowed in his response,

“ let me cuddle with you, for as long as i want, please? ” he says, hugging your waist, whils resting his head in your shoulders, again. well, it was his favorite thing to do.

“ fine. ” you said, before kissing his forehead.

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ensign-smith · 5 months

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Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by: @peachvelvets

Last song: This immensely dank Italian movie theme from 1979

Favorite color: White, blue-grey, light pink

Last movie/TV show:

Last movie was Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny. It was not as bad as I thought it was going to be, though I'll admit I didn't expect the time travel

Last TV show was Wheel of Time s2. My dad got tired of the 3 hr star trek marathon my mom and I did and wanted us to finish WoT. I begrudgingly agreed

Sweet/spicy/savory?: Sweet

Relationship status: Very normal about characters in Star Trek Single

Last thing I googled: Star Trek Name Generator

Current obsession: Star Trek, and also roleplaying with humans again!! Fingers crossed I get to rp my vulcan boys Vorik and Tuvok lol. I'm also resurrecting my ol Steven Universe gem OC and I'm embarrasingly excited to Star Trek-ify the Gems (I mean, they're already aliens so it's not that hard)

Tag Nine People: (sorry if youve already been tagged, the spiner stan network graph is highly interlinked) @yellowcakeuf6 @soongtypehuman @nothingbeforenothingagain @sassbot9000 @itsjellybone @asemtipovedalkdaj @dormeprime-blog @feed-me-sunlight

#im also tagging jelly because why not #jelly is my one non-star trek friend here everybody say hi jelly

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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The Bad Batch Stamina Headcanons

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, begging, marathon sex, creampie, toy use, cunnilingus

A/N: The Bad Batch Boys are back baby!

Hunter is unmatched when it comes to stamina, even above Wrecker. He can keep fucking you all day if you're in the mood for it.

Takes very little for him to get hard once he finishes and once is never enough for him, he'll give you at least three orgasms, one for every hole as he likes to say, before his cock starts to go soft. Even then you can count on his skilled fingers to keep you sensitive and ready for the next round.

"Didn't think I was done after just one did ya? You're underesematin' me sweetheart. Never had so many in a row and you're sensitive? I can fix that, I'll get you used ta me soon enough. You'll see. Pretty soon and you'll be able ta match me. Just need ta help ya out a little. Now tell me, how many fingers do ya want?"

Crosshair, while athletic prefers to use his fingers when he gets tired. He may be tired but you're very wrong if you think he's letting you go anywhere yet. He doesn't need to use his cock to make you come.

He uses his hands the most out of any body part, they almost never get tired and he never stops touch you with them, even as you shake and beg that you can't take any more orgasm he knows of ways to pull more out of you. You're his now, that means you take his cock for as long as he wants you to.

"Don't lie to me doll. I can see, and feel, your pussy quivering around me. You want more, fuck I know you do. Don't you? Tell me how you want more. Oh, heh, of course you can't talk with your mouth full of cock. There, better? Will you tell me now, do you think you'll let me fuck that pretty hole one more time tonight? Good girl, good girl."

Tech might have the least stamina when it comes to most parts of the body but when it comes to his mouth? Sit on his face and suck his cock to full hardness and he'll be eating you all night.

Can't resist you when you spread your legs and show him your cunt, still loaded with cum from him. If you get it on his face he doesn't mind, there's time to clean up later. He can clean and suck on your pretty cum covered clit. At the same time he feels like he's slowly building up more stamina because he has sex with you, so it truly is a win-win situation.

"Get up here sweetie, I'm not through with you just yet. Let me get a good look at you. As I thought, you pussy looks even more beautiful when it's full of cum. Don't be sad about letting it drip, I guarantee that I'll give you more soon. You have to do your part too. And just to make it fun, I'm timing how fast I can make you orgasm with my tongue."

Wrecker can't seem to stop once he gets his cock wet from your pussy. Thank Force that the bed is reinforced because he could have broken it many times otherwise.

When you feel like you're overly sensitive he'll ask if he can use a different hole until you feel like you can go again. He'll keep rotating like that all night, putting you in any position it's the easiest for you to take his cock in. If you feel like you need to sleep then by all means do so but know that he'll still be hard when you wake up.

"Don't wanna push ya here sweet stuff but uh.. ya think I can get your mouth next? I can get ya stuffed from both ends heh! Your tits? Ya wanna use them next, as long as I get ta fondle them I don't mind. So damn soft, I can fit it all in my hand. Which is something ya can't say about me can ya? Fucking right I'm proud, who else can fill ya up as good as I can hm? No one."

Echo has a whole lot of useful toys to fuck you with in the event that he runs out of stamina before he feels like you're fully satisfied for the night.

He loves seeing you fuck yourself with a dildo while he thrusts his cock into your mouth, gets him hard again pretty quickly. Also enjoys just watching you fuck yourself while talking dirty to you and just as you're about to have your orgasm he replaces the toy with his fingers or cock to finish you off because he just can't take it anymore.

"Really thought you'd have fun without me love? Of course not, you get so tight when you're about to come, I'm not missing out on that. Ride it like you did that toy, cover my cock in your cum and I'll do the same to you. Or maybe you'd like the toy too? Somewhere else. Why don't you suck it for me, show me your talented mouth at work."

#star wars #star wars x reader #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #star wars smut #star wars imagine #the bad batch smut #the bad batch imagine #tbb headcanons #tbb x reader #tbb smut #tbb imagines

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d-nessi · 1 year

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A/N: OOOf that Chapter gave me a hard time cause I'm so inexperienced in writing really cute fluff (even after 10 years of marriage😅🫣 well never wrote it down lol) BUT I think this is a good start for now.

minimum of swearing, also lots of fluff, loveydovey aaaand yes kissing.🥰

word count: 2,3k (welp these chapters getting bigger)

Proofread? : I tried but as always I'm german so...you know ;)

use of HE/SHE

Again the Name of this Chapter is from the song covered by the daugther of craig mazin, jessica mazin! Absolutely beautiful🥰😇

(This is not my YT Video)

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Chapter 3

♡NEVER LET ME DOWN AGAIN♡

sweet...not too sweet...I slowly take a deep breath and open my eyes dreamily. Totally blurred with fatigue I feel only her soft hair and I immediately realize what is happening here.

I look down directly into the face of Bella, arms wrapped around her and our bodies so close that not even a needle could fit between us.

Silently I just enjoy every second, not that it's over too quickly.

What are we actually? Friends? Lovers?

Bella moves a bit, hums a little and just continues to cuddle with me, unaware that I am not her pillow. I smile while my heart probably wants to kill me from stumbling and I gently caress her cheek.

She is so sweet....simply everything about her is so sweet. Her fawn eyes, her smile and when she laughs it's so incredibly infectious.

Lost in thought, I look at her and I am miserably aware that I am in love with her. I never want to leave her side. I am aware of that but her?

Too big is the fear that something comes in between or she does not share all these feelings with me.

Stillness?

Is useless because even without words it is obvious what's happening here.

Impossible to get out of there today without an ultimatum. Either my heart will be broken or I will have achieved impossible.

We were just 2 girls in a bar and now I'm lying here with her...she absolutely clueless...yet.... Bella's hand moves to my upper arm gently grips and slowly opens her eyes.

Here we go....

"HUGH!?!"

Other than expected to startle, fall down or hit me in the face was her first impulse to hide her face in my chest which doesn't make the whole situation much better. The heat rose in her face and her breath became faster.

"Bella?" I mutter while trying to get away from her rather unwillingly.

"Bella!?! hey..h..hey breathe!"

Her breath is like that of a marathon runner as she continues to cling. "ssshhhh....oi hey it's ok it's just me. You had a nightmare and I thought I'd keep you company."

Her breathing slowly calms down a bit and she sits up without looking at me. I regret it, after all I didn't want to scare her.

"I didn't mean to catch you off guard I'm sorry" I say sincerely.

"It's ok, I...better make breakfast now. I have an appointment with my manager later to prepare everything for tomorrow. I'll book us a single suite, they are always free" She stands up and smiles at me.

"Thank you for taking care of me" She blushes "I liked that...." and she goes into the bathroom to freshen up and make breakfast.

"She liked it...."

My cheeks burning, while my heart beats again in the wrong rhythm and as if that is not enough there is the tingling again.

Sitting at the table I look at my breakfast. "Aren't these suits expensive?" I asked curiously.

"Please don't worry, my manager will take care of it. I invited you so it's fine." We finished our breakfast and did the rest of the things that were important.

*NEXT DAY AT THE AIRPORT*

Rain pours down on us as we arrive at the airport. We finally find our plane which will fly us to New York.

From there we change planes and will get to Calgary. It is getting colder and colder and in Calgary there is probably already snow.

Bella sneezes.

I can clearly see the bags under her eyes. She must have hardly slept the last night. "Make yourself comfortable we have an 11 hour flight ahead of us." She says and yawns.

"Are you tired? You're welcome to sleep. It's still the middle of the night anyway," I look at her, scrutinizing.

He lies down while I order a drink. 11 hours caught, miles above together with the love of my life who still not broke my heart.

She seems to have fallen asleep quickly so I sit down next to her and watch her shallow breathing.

That's a good girl.

Another panic attack wouldn't be so good up here. She sleeps so peacefully so quietly that I hardly notice that I am also drifting off to sleep.

While I slip down more and more without noticing it, Bella snuggles up to me again. I freak out for a second and just let it happen.

Cuddle my head on hers, grab her hand and stroke my thumb gently over the back of her hand.

Her lips draw a small smile on her face.

Fuck........

how much I want to kiss these. Our bodies are so close together that I can literally feel his heartbeat.

For a second I don't think and get so close to her with my face that our noses touch very gently. She sleeps so deep she doesn't even notice.

My whole body feels almost numb It makes me mad to be so close and yet so far away from her. I didn't realize how much my frustration had built up and tears were coming to my eyes.

I don't wanna hurt her...not again.

Bella opens her eyes but this time she just looks at me, feeling her breath makes me super excited.

My body is so fuck'n ready to kiss her releasing all the tingling. As if she internalizes me she blinks a few times trying to close the gap, but turbulence makes our lives hell when we both hit our heads.

I swear I must have a pact with the devil himself. I am sure that our lips have just touched, even if only delicately.

"fuck this stupid weather almost scares me!" I groan and sit up while rubbing my forehead.

"everything okay with your forehead?" she looks at me and also holds her forehead.

"yeah it's fine" I smile briefly and just throw myself backwards on my back.

He looks at me, hesitates, but I feel his body against me again very carefully and with deliberation. Bella plays with the thread of my hoodie and then looks up at me.

"have you ever been to New York?"

"no, only England was my only destination" I say and gently stroke her back. Oh man my heart-doctor is going nuts if my heart doesn't calm down soon. But I love it, the tingling, the goosebumps and Bella....

Actually now would be a good time to say what I feel but I don't want to ruin this one moment.

After all, we still have a few hours left and damn it, I just want to spend them with her! I cheekily tickle her back and promptly get the answer.

"HEY!" she giggles so sweetly and suddently gently bites my arm.

Gaaawd I love her big smile especially when she gets excited. No matter which interview she held together with Pedro I always had to grin wide when she laughed.

"bella..."

"mmh..."she murmurs and snuggles closer to me while tenderly stroking my arm up and down.

"what the hell are we doing here....? What does that mean?"I close my eyes.

"That we're friends and killing time...?" she says playfully with an almost ironic smile.

"Liar...." I say barely audibly and hug her tightly. Everything feels so perfect right now and I can feel exactly that her heart also needs a doctor for God's sake.

Please...never let me down again.....

The rest of the flight we spend with cuddling and just enjoying each others presence without talking much.

It felt so magical and I know that won't be all. Anyway, I will make it clear to her what I feel. I already know when...

***NEWARK LIBERTY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT***

Huge crowds, tall buildings and an incredible amount of lights even in broad daylight.

I feel like I'm in heaven. "I've never been to New York. "I can't get out of my amazement and look around as if I had landed on a foreign planet.

Bella smiles and stands right in front of me. "So we have exactly 12 hours to get on the other plane. You want to have a look around the city?"

"yeah absolutely of course!" I'm getting way too excited while looking arround.

There are advertisings from the current shows THE LAST OF US also other super popular series like House of the dragons.

"you once said in an interview that you watched House of the dragons".

"yes i did, it was great" she smiles

"but no Game of Thrones"

"yeah I just can't see Pedro's eyes being squeezed out" she looks at me mischievously.

"I already know where we are going to look first so come on" she moves on with a confident smile.

I giggle "As you command, your Queen and Highness of Westeros," I say as I bow and stifle a laugh.

"If you don't want to be beheaded right away, follow me immediately, you despicable yeoman!"

I didn't expect that, so I look at her in surprise as I stand up straight again. "Dude I thought you were going to hit me, instead you turn me on".

This time it was Bella who was not prepared for my words and now stands there completely perplexed.

"Bella? Bella Ramsey!?" ... "it's the Ellie from the new show! wow!" People are coming closer and closer to us with their mobiles in their hands.

"BELLAAA!!!" people start to freak out sure we are in New York and there is a higher volume of people.

At first Bella smiles but as fast as the people approach us the more nervous she gets.

"come babe" I grab her hand, pull the hood of my hoodie over my head and just run.

Not just anywhere no...to one of the first places we were going to. after a short sprint and completely out of breath I ask the cab driver if he can give us a lift.

Luckily he can give us a ride and before we know it we are there. When I wanted to take my hand to me, Bella just grabbed it again and lightly pressed it shut. I first look at my hand and then into her eyes. She is obviously smiling happily.

I quickly gave the driver his money and we got out. There it is...The figure standing on a massive pedestal made of a copper shell that stretches on a steel framework in the right hand a gold-plated torch. The Statue of Liberty.

"wow even from here it is really huge" even Bella marveled.

"crazy..." here I am standing on American soil, the Statue of Liberty in front of me, and that together with Bella. That it has come so far I would never have thought but fate means it exceptionally times well with me.

Bella is still looking at the statue without knowing that she is the main attraction here.

Hardly people around us I just grab her hand, pull her to me and without wasting time our lips meet. Everything around us becomes surreal almost empty and at the same time it is as if a bomb has exploded right next to us. Her lips are so soft and tender without resistance.

I more or less detach myself from her lips and look at her silently without even the slightest hint of an expression.

"Friends huh..." I whisper. She didn't resist the kiss. Question answered I thought but hell was I wrong.

The complete answer still comes as she takes my face in her hands, still hesitates a little but finally fills the space between us. This time our two lips are completely in harmony, clearly more demanding and greedy. God how I hope that is not just a dream.

My heart prepares to stop while Bella's breathing gets out of control. We involuntarily and breathlessly break away as we look into each other's eyes. Face to face pretty close I can feel her fast breaths on my lips and the heat.

I bite my lower lip before I lose control not to kiss her once again. "I'm leaving the friend zone," I whisper, barely audible. "fuck" I can't and just steal another kiss from her, she totally melting into it.

Finally, Bella made a sound, but not the one I expected. A soft sigh. She seems to enjoy it. We disengage again, and as we do, I look at her seriously. "You have no idea how big my crush is on you" I take a deep breath and gently grab one of her hands.

"Y/N...." She looks at me lovingly with her red cheeks. "you were just a girl in the bar. I knew WHO you were and I was a fan of yours before...I admit that, but I never thought this would happen. for real!"

She looks at my hand and thinks what to say. "Normally I avoid all the fans, you haven't given the impression that you want to jump on me" There it is again, the sweet smile of hers.

"I wanna be your Lover for the rest of my life!" I speak softly. "I want to be the one who protects you, accompanies you to all possible interviews to stand by you. want to hold you tight whenever you have another nightmare. wake up next to you every day and punch everyone in the face who gets too close to you.

Maaan Bella looks so happy. She hugs me and burries her face in my neck. "you are the cutest I swear!" She mumbles in my shoulder, realizing how people starts looking again.

"we should go" She says shortly and grabs my hand. "I don't care what people saying" We ignore all the people and walking to the different places like coffeeshops and a few other sights until the time comes to go to our next plane.

A/N: Things getting interesting. So If I am done with the whole plot I will be open for requests of yours.

Also smut will comming in the next 1-2 chapters. I will clearly mark that part in chap if some of you don't want to read that and just want to skip.

For more Chapters, stories and more just look at my Masterlist ♡

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When did you first get into yugioh? I hope you're having a nice day! <3

thank you for your well wishes! i too hope you had a pleasant day!

let's see... to answer your question... it's a little bit of a long story, so i'll make a read more! (there is a TLDR at the bottom if you want)

in late 2017, twitch was broadcasting a marathon of Duel Monsters. at that time, my partner, Jamie, was getting really invested into it, since he had mentioned how he liked it when he was younger. for me, i had heard of YGO on TV when i was younger too, but i felt like i couldn't get invested in it, so i never kept track of it. i was vaguely aware of YGO's continued spin-offs, but i never gave it a chance.

so, after a few weeks, his passion about the show and how much he loved Atem made me want to try giving it a shot, too. because of Megumi Ogata's Yugi Mutou, i was interested in starting from the Very Beginning with the Toei season (season 0). i was curious how subbed YGO might be.

so, we watched all of the Toei season together. i came to really love Yugi the most, as he is a very kindhearted protag (my favorite type of protag) as well as Jounouchi and Kaiba. i was surprised at how the story was about our connections with others. i really loved how different it was compared to what i expected or remembered about the series from the past. the focus on games in general as a medium for the story was really good.

i was hooked on it and respected it. i finally understood the appeal. i wanted to jump into Duel Monsters (sub) right away. and we did! we watched it all together, starting in early 2018.

it took several months to watch, and i enjoyed it! i remember feeling shocked and kinda sad that "the shadow realm" wasn't real, lol. i didn't realize it had been a show that was censored like that. we even watched the DSOD movie after. it was really cool... Yugi really is a character i adore!

for about about a year or so after, i was really invested into puzzleshipping. i didn't draw very much at the time because of my severe untreated carpal tunnel though, so there aren't much past works from me, nor did i ever make any ship art.

Jamie got invested into the spin-off YGO and started watching VRAINS while it was airing after seeing a post about Yusaku/Playmaker on here. i gave it a few episodes, and immediately gravitated to liking Ai. but, i was going through a tough time personally and felt a little fatigued (in general) and of YGO because it was such a long series. i didn't think i could do another 150+ anime. so, i dropped it after 3 episodes and did other things for a few years.

he would talk to me about how much he loved how VRAINS was going and about datastormshipping, and i happily listened even though i didn't understand. it was nice to be a support at the time when i felt too tired and stressed to participate. this went on into 2019 as it finished, and well after into 2020. though, it shifted into aiballshipping, but he kept me safe from spoilers.

on a whim, in the middle of 2022, i suggested we watch VRAINS together because i felt up for it again, and i wanted to watch an anime together. i was excited to learn about Ai more, as i saw some vague spoilers here and there about him. i immediately grew to love Yusaku and Ai a whole lot! i was excited every weekend we could watch together. it only took 3 months to watch all 120 episodes because i was that invested. i again felt like a fool for not continuing in the past...

...and you know the rest. it's impacted me a lot. i haven't stopped thinking or talking about them for nearly a year now. i'm even more impacted by their story than the Toei season or DM. i like the characters and story a lot more for VRAINS, so it's my favorite. i even picked up Duel Links because i wanted to learn how to play (i'm kind of bad at it). i'm currently in the middle of ZEXAL now, but i want to check out all the others eventually, too. exciting!

TLDR:

i got into it in 2017 because of my partner's influence. watched season 0, DM, and DSOD and loved it. fell off for personal difficulties in real life and fatigue with long series. picked up VRAINS again in 2022 after dropping it in 2018 after 3 episodes. am now insane (positive) and invested in YGO because it's so fun and good. i'm happy to be here and hope i can be for a long time

#everybody say “thank you Jamie” for me being here right now #caroblogging

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