#SAY UR PROUD OF ME MA

[paigebueckersmommy]

court side - p.b

dom!paige x reader

warning: 18+, smut, p eating

you and paige had been dating 4 months, but to the outside world you were just best friends. she had gotten you courtside tickets to her game against duke. you were wearing her jersey with a pair of jeans you knew she loved on you, and with her jersey added on top of that, you knew she would be going crazy.

you arrived to the arena 30 minutes before the game was scheduled to start. the time had passed and when the player walked in, you had your back turned to where the players were coming out of talking with a fan of paige’s.

when paige had walked out you only knew because the cheers just got louder, you turned around and felt paige’s eyes on you and the smirk you loved across here face. you smiled back and started blushing. by halftime your throat hurt from cheering in your girlfriend, screaming things such has “YES KK”, “YOU GOT IT P”, “YES ASH U GOT IT” and more, supporting the rest of her teammates whom you adored. you felt paige’s eyes on you periodically through the game, wether it was because of how tight your jeans were or the way your jersey looked on her. when the red and blue confetti came down, your screams got even louder. you were so proud of paige, she was the best thing that had came into your life.

you were on the court post game and was celebrating with the team, you went back to your apartment anticipating the sound of paige’s keys jingling in your door. you were on your couch with youtube on the tv watching paige’s best highlights, you just couldn’t get enough of the way she played the sport she loved.

when you finally heard the sound of her keys i got so excited and ran to the door, i was still wearing her jersey and a pair of spandex, which she also loved to see me in. “hey mama” paige said with a grin when she opened my door, “hi baby” you say giggling as she pulls you in for a kiss. “the kiss immediately becomes heated, she picks you up to carry you to your bedroom, “your such a slut, wearing that to my game? you distracted me.” paige said, with an angry undertone, but the smirk curling up in the left side of her face. knowing she wasn’t being serious, you replied. “aw i’m so sorry, is that why you were being so agressive in the game?” “damn right, you were all i could think about during the post game interview.” paige said.

she hovers over you as she kisses you, only for you to push her off. “i’m taking control tonight” you say with a grin full of lust. “oh really? we’ll see how you do with it.” paige says cockily. you are now hovering over her in a passionate kiss. you kiss your way down her body with paige murmuring curse words your whole way down, “mm fuck please ma”, paige says with desperation. you reach her clothes pussy, already so wet. “your already this wet, hm? i thought ‘we’ll see how i do’ am i doing good?” i say with a grin of cockiness, “so damn good pretty girl, your doing so damn good” your girlfriend says already out of breath. i slip my tongue in between her folds, earning a breathy moan from paige, i giggle against her pussy with satisfaction. paige had the prettiest pussy i had ever seen, which sounds impossible but everything about it was perfect. i started sucking on her clit, earning multiple moans from paige i a row, i enter my toung into her throbbing cunt and a few min ur es later paige’s releases under me. “holy shit holy shit fuck fuck” paige says breathlessly. i come back from in between her legs, around my mouth soaked with her juices, my toung still having remnants of her cum. “holy fuck you’re so good at that,” paige says, still recovering from her orgasm. “oh really? you thought i couldn’t make you cum P?” i said, savoring paige’s taste.

i clean up my mouth and chin in the bathroom, coming back to paige i lay down next to her. i tucked her hair behind her ear, saying “i love you paige, more than anyone.” paige smiles, which makes me smile. her smile could light up any room it needed to. paige kisses you, slipping her Toung into your mouth grazing your teeth. “i love you more than you will ever know, my beautiful girl.” paige says in the soft voice that makes me practically melt.

a/n: im so sorry this was really short and my spelling is off 😭

#paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #paige buckets #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #Spotify

[mayearies]

… ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

.. ❛ nailed it ❜

genre: suggestive | warnings: implied making out, suggestive speech ->summary: miles gives you a prize

꒰ঌ a/n ໒꒱ needed to spice up shi a little bit since i havent in a while lmao i didnt feel like adding pictures to this one (ty @/q2ie for letting me steal ur format 😊 i might not keep it tho LMAO)

miles and you were doin' your nightly routine—facetiming each other for 3 hours before you actually went to sleep. you two would talk about anything and everything. drama at school, shit at work, etc. but you wanna see him in person. you would drop that in the convo for a while.

"then this bitch down the street was lookin' at me sideways n' shit, i swear to god-" "i wanna come see youuuu"

he broke, bursting out in full on laugher and rolling around in his bed out the frame. all your other attempts landed in him letting out a breathy laugh or a small chuckle.

"okay but no seriously! you haven't came over in foreverrrr" "we saw each other last week, mi vida?" "that's too long! what can i do to make you come over?"

it didn't take him long to think about a possible challenge. the smirk on his face told you all you needed to know. "you can try that one filter goin' around."

"which one? the hammer one?" "yeah." "hmm. you make it seem like it's that big of a challenge." "knowing your timing skills, yes. yes it will be a challenge for you." "what's in it for me?"

miles held his face in his palm while he looked to the side, making a humming noise. "i'll come over and kiss you."

"make out, you mean?" "i mean... it depends if you pass or nah."

you sucked on your teeth as you moved over to tiktok and got ready to win the little prize he had for you. you didn't even tell him that you started. you just went at it. he saw your focused ass self through your camera and he was snickerin a whole lot. "yo, shut up or i swear to god."

miles sat up and took a deep breath before saying in a mocking tone: "yo, shut up or i swear to g-"

"STOP"

once the timer hit zero, you had landed around 14. still bein' salty about not being able to get at least two because of his sabotagin' ass. you mumbled a curse under your breath which he knows for certain was for him. "awww.. you mad, ma? estás molesto conmigo?

"shut up." "you're too cute, i can't." "you didn't even tell me how many i had to get!" "... 15."

you stared at him with unamused which only made him feel amused. you swear, this boy plays too much. but that's one of the reasons you love him. the other reasons? well... that's another story.

"i'm jokin', ma. unlock your window."

once you heard your window slide up, you stopped shaking your leg. you had been waiting a whole 10 minutes. far too long. he came in his prowler pajamas, which was cute and it matched your spiderman one. "took you long enough."

miles held your chin with a playful smirk on his face. tilting it upward a little so he could plant a little kiss on your neck. "y'know. i wonder if you taste as salty as you talk, ma."

"just kiss me already."

and so he did. rather passionate, you would say. he knew everything you liked when he kissed you. what you didn't like, and what you loved. what made your face warm. what made your heart flutter. all of it. it's one of the other reasons you love him.

"i know just how to make your knees weak, amor." "sad but true." "what is that supposed to mean?" "you always make me fold. it hurts my back."

he let out a small giggle while cuddling up under the covers with you. he was proud to be able to tease you so much. even if you might get sick of him. "i love you so much."

"wish i could say the same." "damn. you still got that salty ass mouth after all that? thought i carried all my sweetness over to you. you want me to do it again?"

©hiimayee

#miles morales #miles g morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #miles morales blurbs #e!42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales earth 42 #miles 42 #42 miles morales #earth 42 #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #e42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader

[nqify]

AHHH I’m so happy I found ur quaritch account! I’ve been dying in lack of quaritch fics so tysm for ur service. I was fed. Also headcannon for quaritch w a shy/ naturally submissive reader? I feel like he be surprised to someone NOT being a brat against him. If u wanna, ty and have a great day?

GIRL U ARE ONTO SMTH AND I LOVE IT!! shy!sub s/o headcanons. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. daddy kink. lil spit play. lots of dirty talk.

note. idk if this is good or not anon!!! so if you want me to change anything feel free to ask

this guys deals with so many brats on the daily!! his coworkers, his boss, the mf Lyle. He just hates having to put people in line all the time this guys deals with so many brats on the daily!! his coworkers, his boss, the mf Lyle. He just hates having to put people in line all the time

so when he meets you, it’s like a breathe of fresh air. Your naturally submissive, listening to everything he tells you to do, “hey, y/n, could you grab that for me?” And without complaining or whining you nod your head, “yes, sir.” This dude is pussy whipped already

even without all the devils tango, just doing what he says gets him going. He’s so used to ppl not following his orders, when u come along and start submitting to him, this GUY WILL NOW PREY ON U FR

when y’all start dating, he starts to notice how easily you get shy, especially with his words, “hey pretty, how are you?” your cheeks are burning up. This dude will find smth to make you flustered. he’ll give u little neck and forehead kisses to just to see how red you get from his touch. it’s fr driving him mad.

let’s just say your sitting on his lap in public, your horny asf and this guy will not give u attention. You begin to slowly grind your ass on him, he takes notice. As much as he would love take you right then and there, he wanted to test out if you’d rlly listen to him in a situation like this.

Miles pulls you by your waist, your back now hitting his chest. you could feel his hot breathe against your ear, he nibs at it a little before going in and saying, “uh, uh baby, behave”

And your ass listens. You don’t move or fight him in that matter. This guy is shocked. His ears perk up at ur submissiveness. He most def wanna fuck u more now. He’d try to keep his cool and move to ur ear again, “such a good girl for me, guess who’s going to get a reward when they get home” YOU ARE BITCH!!..

girls!! now we getting juicy!! just imagine miles pounding into you, his cock reaching every spot, making you an absolute mess!! This fucker wanna test out the waters again!! “open ur mouth for me, ma” and ofc, as a good girl U DID!! why is this guy so stunned. This most definitely triggers smth in him, you thought he was going hard before?? yeah girl no. He’s now drilling your shit, he’s reaching in deep. Not surprised if he touching your cervix now

he brings his pointer and middle finger to your bottom lip and slightly drags your mouth open a little. and then, BOOM he spits in your mouth. and ofc, you swallow it. THE FACT that he didn’t have to tell you to do that, his dick is twitching and aching for u girl.

since u submit to him so easily, this guy WILL praise you, and I mean it. You’d be taking his dick in your mouth and this fucker will not stop being so vocal towards you, “f-fuck, good girl, such a good girl” or when it’d be your first times together and ur taking his big dick he’d just praise tf outta you, “look at you mama, making daddy so proud and letting him stretch you out, s-shit” creaming as we speak!!!.

bc ur ass is so shy, he will try anything and I mean anything to get you all flustered in the bed room!! this means with his words, his touch, his movements! ANYTHING .

he’ll have u spread out on the bed, hair all messy and ur lips all puffy and pink. Your hands would be covering your face, hiding your embarrassment as you laid there, fully naked. And ofc, miles would be towering over you, this guy is 9’5 for god sake!! Even though he’s seen you naked so many times, He’d still find it so so cute how flustered you are.

He would grab both your hands and pin them above your head,“no need to be so shy baby, lemme see all of you” his tail is wagging like a dog at this point. He secretly likes how u get so shy, the fact that he gets to ruin it MAKES HIM BOOMBOOM baby making time.

bc this guy is a certified dirty talker, he will and I REPEAT!!!, he will say shit to make you embarrassed.

Y’all are literally in public and this fucker becomes behind you, grinds his bugle into your back and says, “can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy when we get home” u froze. or when he’s annoying you a lil and you just can’t help whining out, “miles, ur so annoying” he be grinning. “that’s not what u said last night baby” get ready for him to mock tf outta you, “weren’t you all like, ah, ah, pls daddy, feels so good!!??” “want more!! ah! so big fuck” ur so fucking embarrassed now omg.

one last thing, eye contact. this fucker loves it - rlly gets the gears going. So when he’s eating your pretty pussy and looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, U GO CRAZY. you try to not look back at him, constantly dragging your gaze to smth else. But oh no, he will not take that

he pulls away from your pussy and grabs your chin, “look at me baby, cmon I know you love it - don’t you like it when daddy fucks you with his tongue?? you don’t want me to make u cum, huh?” your 100% looking at him now. like girl.

requests are still open!! don’t be shy, gimme ur fantasies rn!!!!

#miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #avatar smut #avatar #avatar x reader #na’vi quaritch #na’vi smut #na’vi

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 6: reckless, part 5: relevancy, part 4: emo ponytail girl, part 3: dupeee, part 2:wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 6! #juticefory/n . shoutout to the anon who inspired this chapter, u helped sm and gave me further ideas💌. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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f1updates carlos recently in an interview in which y/n and charles got brought up

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sainzpodium this is why carlos is the better ferrari driver

lewishsystem “loyal and trust are crucial in any relationship” wym by that 🤨

hereforicciardo the way carlos didn’t even interact with charles today in the paddock before and after the race

lewisfever lewisystem “it’s hard to ignore certain actions and how they reflect on a person’s character” the way he’s confirming the rumors bro 😭

russeliclassy lewisfever what rumors?

lewisfever russeliclassy charles cheated

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yourinstagram surprise. i know u guys are already getting 2 new songs from me with the new midnight deluxe edition on the 17th, but i still have a lot to say. meet me at midnight on chapter 1 for a story that turned out to be pretty…reckless.

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billieeilish already crying

dojacatstreetsera the devil works hard, but y/n l/n world harder

landonorris song’s mid (i’ve listened to it 3 times so far and have sobbed uncontrollably🥲)

yourinstagram landonorris weak (i broke down mid-recording session)

barbiey/n no i cant i’m not ready

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INSTAGRAM, july 15 (midnight)

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yourinstagram thank you dearly to everyone who helped bring this video and this wild idea of mine to life... petracollins i truly could never have done this without you & to the rest of the amazing crew who worked 3 very long days & then a very long week... thank you, from the bottom of my heart. i also want to thank lando, who photographed these amazing photos awhile back when we were in manchester. landonorris i love u. reckless, both single & mv, out now everywhere 🤍 🏹

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beyonce So beautiful ❤️

aliensuperstary/n beyoncé ADAM SANDLER?? WHAT R U DOING HERE😭

tchalamet proud of you ma chérie

yourinstagram tchalamet hi thank you i love u i miss u

onlychalamet tchalamet yourinstagram i love their friendship sm

salmahayek nunca dejas de sorprenderme. Estoy tan orgullosa de ti y tan feliz y emocionada de verte prevalecer a través de todo🫶🫶🩷🩷

see translation? salmahayek: You never cease to amaze me. I am so proud of you and so happy and excited to see you prevail through it all.

yourinstagram salmahayek muchas gracias tus palabras siempre significan el mundo para mí. te amo y te extraño mucho. ¡No puedo esperar a verte a ti y a Valentina pronto!

see translation? yourinstagram: thank u so much. your words always mean the world to me. i love you and miss you dearly. cant wait to see you and valentina soon!

90sbabyy/n salmahayek yourinstagram why am i just finding out salma is y/n’s godmother? hello what

bellahadid i love. so happy to see u turned ur pain n hurt into something so beautiful ... only heard some of it and already know it's so special. ok. enough of that. i feel like i've typed more than i needed to. love u! proud of u!

yourinstagram bellahadid u bitch why would u type this? now i'm crying in the middle of a re-run of narcos

danielricciardo yourinstagram you said u we’re gonna wait till i got to italy to watch it with me…

yourinstagram danielriccicardo ….oops?

landonorris danielricciardo you see me personally, i wouldn’t let that slide 🤷

danielricciardo yourinstagram #fake #donthmu #streaks #realonesknow

classynorris y/n and lando teaching daniel gen z slang gotta be the funniest thing ever

landonorris classynorris i actually regret it so bad

yourinstagram classynorris biggest mistake ever. he won’t stop saying bombastic side eye. free us

danielricciardo landonorris yourinstagram L + ratio + bozo

TWITTER, july 15

INSTAGRAM STORIES , july 15

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ally’s radio 📻: yeah 😌. people in the instagram story views + the song itself might be a little sneak peak of the next chapter.

taglist 🦢🪩: @incoherenciass@dakotali@405rry@topaz125@sassyheroneckgiant@hevburn@itsmytimetoodream@ivegotparticulartaste@crowdedimagines @asterianax @haydee5010@scenesofobx@christinabae@magical-spit@dessxoxsworld@myareadsbooks@honethatty12@hopefulinlove@diasnohibng@gentlemonsterjennie1@hummusxx@eugene-emt-roe@taestrwbrry @perjarma @cxcewg@chimchimjiminie16@glow-ish@allywthsr @millyswife @mrsmaybank13 @black-swan-blog27 @stargaryenx @lilsiz @ohthemisssery @leclerclvr @slytherinjimin3nthusiast @shessthunderstoms @cool-ultra-nerd @ncentic @playboykenz @canvashearts @tinyhrry @xeliaaaa @ifionlywould

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charlesleclerc #daniel riccardo x reader #carlos sainz jr #f1 imagine #heartbreak on tour #f1 wags #f1 fanfic #f1 instagram au #forumla one #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #formula 1 #f1 #mercedes amg f1 #lewis hamilton x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #max verstappen #pierre gasly #carlos sainz social media au #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #daniel ricciardo x ofc #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader

[lekeyeh24]

EARTH 42 miles morales and miles morales head canyons.

hi this is pt2 of the earth 42 miles morales head canyons but i am going to add miles morales to bc he isn’t getting writing time so here is pt2 and some head canyons will have ‼️sumt‼️ dont worry they will both be aged up bc theys weird.

EARTH 42 MILES MORALES

miles has so many little nicknames for u for example “mami ,mi amor ,Mi alma , ma, Hermosa , my love , baby

big spoon loves to hold u when he is having a bad day and wants to be with u all day.

loves attention from u and will purposely do things u love

hates when ur mad at him.

u LOVE when he speaks spanish to u its so😍

PHYSICAL TOUCH 🔛🔝‼️ he loves when u touch him(not like that yall that’s weird🤨✋🏼)

u guys love going on walks together

when u are cooking he will come and check on u if u need his help or if u need to reach something.

if u dont like someone he dont like them either🙅‍♀️.

yall take naps 24/7

u have to clean his face and hands up bc he came home bloody.

he loves horror movies and loves that u love them yo

EARTH MILES MORALES HEAD CANYON WITH ‼️SUMT AGED UP 18 AND OLDER‼️

ok so as u can see it says sumt but also miles is aged up to 18 i dont like to write sumt but if u guys like it i will write it if u are interested in it.

miles loves to choke u(not to hurt u) when u have a argument it makes him feel powerful ig

he is deff a ass typa guy

he loves when u call him papi

He loves when u scratch his back when yall are doing it (HE IS AGED UP IN ALL OF THESE)

when u moan his name it makes him go crazee

when u say slow down he speds up

loves when u pull his hair

he will groan in ur ear and say mami and stuff like that.

he is the type to tease u while yk

he likes when u beg for him to do something

he is a backshots type of guy

MILES MORALES HEAD CANYON ‼️SOME WILL HAVE SMUT‼️.

•miles loves to draw u he thinks ur so pretty

he loves that his parents love u and treat u well

he gets jealous but soon tells u abt his worries and yall work it out

loves when y’all cuddle

clingy

u guys have dance battles together (he always wins)

u guy both have the same type of music tase

helps u with homework

yall love to take walks together at night

when u are watching movies he is the first one to sleep

your family loves him

he loves spending time with you

he was so proud and happy when u spoke spanish he knows u have been trying to learn it for months.

play fights u guys love play fights he lets u will sometimes but he mostly wins all the time

u guys take naps all the time

he loves calling u nicknames “mami , ma , mi amor , baby , bae, Hermosa.”

hates when u cry it makes him feel like he did something

he gets turned on when u say “papi u feel so good in me” he goes even faster

MILES MORALES ‼️SUMT HEAD CANYONS ‼️

miles loves when u call him papi

he gets turned on when u moan his name

he loves when u pull on his hair when u guys are doing yk

asks for consent

miles is a big tities guy like he loves them

deff a missionary kinda guy

he groans ur name

loves when u ask him to sped up

he makes sure u feel good

he gets turned on when u say “papi u feel so good”(cringe✋🏼🤮✋🏼)

he definitely intertwines ur had with his while doing yk

he pulls ur hair sumtimes

this made me cringe but i mean if yall like it i will write it.also if yall want a pt3 yk and if yall want more head canyons abt other ppl.

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #sumt #miles morales x reader #prowler miles #across the spiderverse #spiderman astv #atsv spoilers #spiderman #spider man 2099 #spider gwen #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse

[simonrillleyyysss]

Soap with a motherly reader like she babies him sometimes and he acts like he hates it but he loves so much in secret (can be nsfw or sfw idc)

I hope you have a good day/night💞💞💞

thanks fer ur req, nonnie…💞💞

i feel like soap is sooo mixed about it, pretends like he’s a big broody man who doesn’t need no woman’s love and can survive off of bear meat and iron bru, well, he IS all that, but he’s also just so, so vulnerable…

and honestly? he has no shame, would die before saying he hates it, loves the way you tuck kitchen roll from the counter in his shirts collar when he eats as to not spill any(he’s messy.) and is proud to admit he loves cuddles, little spoon? everyday baybah! scratch his scalp while he burrows his face in your breasts..

‘y’alright, baby?’

‘aye..jest’adda rough day..’

‘that’s okay, want me to put on our movie?’

doesn’t show it around the guys though, why would he? only he deserves to know that you cradle him.. shush him to sleep and let him cry after a long, tiring day… that’s just for him, is it not? you’re his, so it’s his.

sososo protective, you’re his angel and he’s your guardian, holds your hand tightly in public and snaps at any man that even dare look at you, eyes roaming your pretty sundress..how fuckin’ could they? you’re his missus, so you’re for his eyes only.

one of his favourite things is ‘spa night’ for context; you basically sit and pamper him all night! paining his nails, neatening up his overgrown hawk, doing face masks and skincare.. you even give him a long, calming bath—jerking him off while he kneads at your breasts and whines pathetically, throwing his head back onto the ceramic of the tub.

‘that’s it, johnny..’

‘ohh—oh, jesus maryn’joseph.. so fuckin’good..’

u can’t help but giggle as he cums all over your wrist..

such a mammies boy, always really close to his ma growing up and always wanted to please and impress, so don’t be surprised when he aims to make you cum atleast 4 times in one night, eating your cunt like a man on deathrow, suffocating himself with your plushy thighs.

loves your boobs lol!!!lol!! cups the right one in his hand and swirls his tongue around the bud while suckling, the other hand holding your left one and very gently brushing his thumb over your perky nipple..cock thrusting into you while he did so :3

gets you pregnant as soon as you’re married.. he just knows you’ll be such a good mama, so considerate and soft :((

#cod soap #soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap x reader #soap johnny mactavish smut #johnny soap mctavish x you #johnny mactavish headcanons #johnny soap mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish smut #soap mactavish headcanons #johnny soap mactavish #soap john mactavish #soap x female reader #🎀>soap! #💞} anon answer!

[milesmolasses]

they’re just people (42miles x african!reader)

— this was a request that I very stupidly deleted

— idek how I fricken did it bruh just read the fic 😭

— miles is nervy cause he’s meeting ur family.

— ⚠️: unedited, reader and miles are aged up to be 17-18 (because it makes sense. what african parent do you know who is letting their child date at 15??), miles having a cute moment with his mom <3

— “senator style” dressing is very common among men in nigeria. look it up and you’ll see what i’m talking about

“you need to calm down.”

you could feel the anxiety radiating off of your boyfriend from a mile away as he was pacing up and down your room, while throwing around a bean bag he found in your drawer. he had quietly snuck in through a window while you were getting ready just to rant to you about how nervous he was.

a birthday party.

your mother had told you to bring him to a birthday party being held for your cousins at a venue. she thought it would be a nice idea to see how he would interact with the rest of your family (and to see if he was any good with children.) in miles' head, he was hoping for a small get-together like you had when you met his mom and uncle.

as he came over to you and and wrapped his arms around your waist he said, “mami, tell me to calm down one more time and I might explode.”

“eww don’t do that I don’t wanna have to clean up your guts,” you joked as you turned to kiss his cheek.

turning around in his arms, you pushed him away from you slightly to examine what was in front of you. miles was freshly dressed in a matching blue “senator style” shirt and pants. you reached for his newly braided braids as you brought them forward to lay on his shoulders. “you look extremely handsome. they’re going to like you, okay?”

he huffed as he rolled his shoulder back, a little tense from all the worrying he’s been doing. “okay.”

when miles snuck out your window and went back to his own home, his mother caught a glimpse of what he was wearing.

“wow, te ves bien. where are you going?” his mother asked sounding impressed by how her son had cleaned up so nicely.

“i’m meeting the parents…” he mumbled looking at the floor. she could tell his nerves were getting the best of him by how his eyes were darting around the room and not maintaining eye contact.

“oh wow, that’s why you’re dressed like this huh?”

“yup”

Rio sighed as she went up to her son, placing both her hands to rest upon his shoulders.

“miles, you listen to me. they are just people. they can’t hurt you, okay? and judging by the person they raised, they’re good people,” she reassured him the best she could as she slid her hands down his arms, rubbing small circles to sooth him.

“what if they don’t like me?”

Rio sighed as her eyes darted to the side, thinking of what to say. she suddenly stepped away from miles as she put her index and thumb on her chin. she began to circle around miles, examining everything about him.

miles could only stand there confused as to why his mom was inspecting every inch of his body. “uh.. ma?” she put a finger to her lips to shush him, still looking and studying him while deep in thought. until she finally came to a stop right in front of him.

“mmk now, ask me what I see when i look at you.”

“ma w-what are you-”

“shhh play along! now ask me what I see, ¡vamos!”

miles threw his arms up and let them fall down in defeat. “fine, what d’ you see mami?”

Rio smiled as she grabbed her sons hands into her own.

“I see the boy I raised,” she explained. “I see him in all his glory on his way to navigate the world he’s been given.”

"I see him trying his best understand what it means to have feelings — what it means to love someone. I see someone who cares enough to immerse himself in a different culture than the one he has all for the sake of a special someone."

she looked down as she continued, “I see a talented, intelligent, kind, respectful little boy who’s not so little anymore. I see someone I couldn't be more proud of, and y’know what—?” she lifted her head so her eyes could meet his, “if they can’t see what I see, están locos.”

miles couldn’t help the soft smile he had on his face as he looked into her sincere eyes. pulling his mom into him, he hugged her and gave her a small kiss on her head.

“te quiero, mami”

“ay mami please I gotta go-!”

“in a minute!”

you stood outside smiling with your hands crossed over your chest watching the scene in front of you; miles mother trying to make him look more presentable by straightening out his shirt and tucking away any miss placed hairs on his head as best as she could.

when she finally kissed her son goodbye and started her way back to the bus stop, she quickly waved and smiled at you before speed-walking to catch the next bus. there were people from your family all outside the venue, chatting each other up and taking pictures, and suddenly this all felt very real to miles.

taking a deep breath, he crossed the street and made his way over to you.

“hi baby,” you swiftly linked your arm around his and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

“damn, how many people you got in your family ma?” he took a quick look inside through the windows and saw a hefty amount of people, which didn’t make this any easier for him.

“don’t worry, most of these people aren’t actually family. they’re more like family friends who we call aunties, uncles, and cousins,” you explained.

“okay okay, yeah sure,” miles let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in. he started to look around at all the people outside the venue: they all looked so extravagant in long fitted dresses, and in suits that matched or looked similar to what he was wearing. all of the adults mingled with each other, and children were beginning to group off and mess around.

miles felt a bit like a fraud; like he didn’t belong there. this was all new territory for him. of course he had a few african friends in middle school, but he never really had to face their culture head-on like he was now. when he tried listening to what people were saying, he heard a few english words incorporated into their sentences, but he hadn't a clue on what was being communicated.

he couldn't stop the doubts that began to cloud his mind as he looked around him. doubts that he wasn't the kind of guy your parents wanted you dating, that he couldn't live up to their expectations. doubts that told him in big bold letters, "you don't belong here."

miles' facial expressions and body language often gave away what he was thinking, so when you noticed him begin to shrink slightly, him rapidly tapping his thigh, and his lip twitching slightly, you saw right through him. grabbing his hand, you gave him a small squeeze of affection, and soon enough, you were leading him through the doors of the venue, dodging people and children as you made your way through.

you led him right to your table which your parents saved for you and your siblings, plus miles.

as he saw your parents seated at the table, the first person he noticed was your father's presence. he took notice of the stoic look on his face, and his hand on the table which was intertwined with your mother's.

"hey guysss," you greeted with a smile as you dragged miles over to the table. "this is milesss, the boy I was telling you about."

you could feel miles tense ever so slightly as his father held his gaze.

"good evening sir, my name is miles," he introduced himself with a small smile.

“thank god this boy even knows how to greet,” your father said while nodding in approval.

when he reached his hand out for miles to shake, miles thought to himself, “okay, making progress.”

taking his hand, he gave a firm handshake to your father to which he nodded in approval again. turning to your mother, he extended his hand and said hello and was met with a softer touch and welcoming smile.

“I like your hair,” she mentioned, her hand gesturing to the two braids rested on his shoulder.

miles smiled as he look down to his braids. “thank you, my mom actually does these for me.”

“tell her i said she did well,” she complimented.

“please, sit down i’m sure the food will soon be ready, and then we will see what we can take home with us,” your mother mumbled that last part directed to your father, but you still heard and laughed.

“so, miles, we have been told many good things about you. you want to study physics?” your father asked.

miles squeezed your hand under the table, eyebrows raised in shock. “you guys talk about me?” he felt his heart swell at the mental image of you even mentioning him to your parents — especially your mom.

“of course na, our daughter comes up to us and tells us she’s been seeing a boy — how can we not talk about you?” your mother asked rhetorically. you could see the small almost unnoticeable smirk etching onto miles face. he would never let you hear the end of this.

after almost half an hour of talking, laughing, (mainly between you, miles, and your mother), and getting to know one another, miles started to feel much more relaxed. words started flowing out of him much easier than before, and he even managed to make your dad crack a smile with one of his silly jokes. miles nerves and doubts slowly but surely began to dissipate as the night went on; relief washed over his entire body.

it wasn't until your mother covered him in a layer of fear 4x as heavy as the one he just washed off.

“ah! see your cousin!” you mother told you. you looked in the direction she was looking and saw a toddler running around and giggling.

“why don’t the both of you go and say hi!”

she knew exactly what she was doing.

— bro idk what’s wrong but I really don’t like this (¬_¬)

— but I tried

— idek why but i think the other one was SOOO much better

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #earth42 miles #into the spider verse #miles g #spiderman miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #earth 42 #miles morales x you #miles morales imagine #spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse fanfiction #milesmolasses #atsv prowler #miles morales prowler #prowler miles fanfic #prowler miles #the prowler

[whoreforchr1s]

can you do a chris fluff where the reader is a singer and chris says he cant make it to her concert and shes super disappointed but then she sees him in the crowd? i love ur posts! ur so underrated im looking forward for more fics from u! 💓💓

LOVER - chris sturniolo

pairings: chris sturniolo x singer!reader

warnings: nothing, fluff :)

a/n: y’all i need requests like literally dont feel embarrassed to ask :)

“so, are you excited for your first show?” Madi asks, and you could’ve sworn you saw a guilty look flash on your boyfriend chris’ face.

“I’m so fucking excited to get back out there, you have no idea!” You say excitedly, grinning up at your best friend.

“Ma, i need to talk to you..” Chris says, and you can tell he’s nervous, he has his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, a habit he has when he’s nervous.

“Yeah of course, we’ll be back, mads.” You smile at her as you and Chris stand up.

“what’s wrong?” You ask Chris, now transported from the living room, to Chris’ room downstairs.

“um.. i’m not going to be able to come.. to you first show.” He says, looking at the ground. He can’t bear to see the disappointment he caused on your face.

“oh.” you reply quietly, your mood instantly killed. “i’m so sorry, ma. I have a really important meeting and i-“ He starts, before you cut him off.

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I love you.” You say before pecking him on the lips. Although you were still visibly disappointed.

Chris sighs and kisses your hand. “I’m so sorry ma, i really wish i could be there.”

“it’s okay, lets go back upstairs, Madi is waiting.”

TIMESKIP - FIRST SHOW!

“hello LA! how are we feeling tonight?” You shout, immediately being ambushed with screams and cheers afterwards.

“There’s so many of you! so, i’m gonna kick off tonight with a very special song, about a very special person..” You say, before the lights dim and a stage crew member passes you your pink guitar.

You start strumming the strings to the melody of the song ‘Lover’ a song you wrote about Chris, and the first song you ever released.

When the crowd recognise the song, they scream in excitement before the lyrics start.

“we can leave the christmas lights up till’ January.

this is our place, we make the rules.”

you sing as you smile at the shouting crowd in front of you, some teenage girls crying, some holding the hand to their hearts as they sway their body from side to side, and some screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs.

“your my, my, my…”

you scan the crowd with a small smile on your face, before you eyes land on a familiar face.

chris.

“lover.”

you feel your smile grow so much that it starts to hurt your face slightly, as a light pink colour dusted your cheeks.

you watch him sing the lyrics along with you and the rest of the crowd, tears brimming his eyes.

“and at every table… i’ll save you a seat,”

you point to him as you sing the next word;

“lover”

TIMESKIP : AFTER THE SHOW

“thankyou all so much for spending time with me tonight, i hope you had as much fun as i did! i love you all, have a good night!” You say into the microphone as pink confetti falls to the ground.

You rush of the stage, wanting nothing more than to be in the arms of your boyfriend.

You ran off the stage, and towards Chris, who stood with his arms wide open backstage.

You collapse into his arms, and he holds you tightly.

“i’m so fucking proud of you, ma. you were so good” He whispers into your ear as you both stay in each others arms.

“i thought you weren’t coming!” You say as You pull away from the hug and wipe my eyes.

“I managed to push back the meeting for next month instead. oh, i also got you these.” He grabs the bouquet of flowers that sat on the little table next to us and hands them to you.

You grab them and hug them to your chest. “Thank you so much, i love you chris.”

“Of course. I love you more, my lover.”

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fluff #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut

[thisfanisgonesorry]

I'd love to request some Junkrat dreaming about his parents, especially his Mum

And how proud they are of him

Give me the feels!

started writing this fic the second u sent it (sorry tf2 fans) cos ive been brainrotting on my sweet boy augh anyway, made this junkrat/you fic just so i could work it into my sleepy time fics and also cos .. youll see

tags: fluff, light angst, sleepy time fic number 3, comfort,, heavily based off shit i grew up w as a kid in australia, paranormal ghost shii, genderneutral reader, open interpretation,, weird pov thing oops

heavily inspired by these 3 clips just in case ur interested :-) (spoiler warnings obv)

[game of tones] [bobs burgers] [tf2 comic #5, old wounds]

<3<3<3

He woke up in his childhood home, he furrowed his eyes at the surroundings and sat up, confused at how he fell asleep on the couch, and the TV buzzed from the heat. The kids channel was inactive as it tended to be late at night. He was remembering things that he hadn’t seen in years. He sat up and went to wobble his way around the building before both feet landed on the carpet.

He paused, noticing both legs in tact, then realising his arm was too. “It’s a dream.” He said plainly, realising what was happening. He began to make his way towards the kitchen, the bright light seeping down the hallway and into the dark lounge room.

“Jamison!” The tall blonde woman called out to him.

“...Ma?” He looked at her confused and she handed him a plate full of meat and vegetables.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, tea was about to go cold.” She smiled warmly at him, all he could really do was smile weakly back. “Something the matter?”

“Uh.. Nah, nah.” He hesitated.

He’d dreamed of his mother before but not quite to this much extent. Not this much detail, it was uncanny how real it felt. 

“Dinner looks good.”

She placed her plate of food on the bench and put a hand on his face. “You look so grown up.” She frowned at him slightly.

“What?” He was taken back and put his plate on the bench too.

“How long has it been?”

He froze for a minute. “Close to fifteen years.” She kept rubbing her thumb over his cheek before he pulled her hand away.

“That’s a long time.” She laughed softly. “What’s happened?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged casually. “Not much.. Lost my leg.. Lost my arm.. Survived the Omnic Crisis.”

She grabbed his now in-tact amputated arm and ran her hands over his forearm. “That must’ve been hard.”

“It was.” 

He was a little uneasy about how she somehow knew which arm was gone. They just stood there in silence for a long period of time.

“Is this real?” Jamie laughed awkwardly. “It’s just a dream, right?”

She looked up at him and a moment’s silence passed over them and a sense of knowing filled the air. 

“I’ve missed you.” She said softly.

“I’ve missed you too but how.. How are you..?”

“I bet you’ve done great things since I’ve been gone.”

He pressed his lip into a fine line at her changing the topic but then frowned at the knowledge that she would not be proud of her son if she knew of all the awful things he’s done.

“I don’t know about that..”

“What have you been up to?” She responded casually, as if making small talk with a friend you see once a month.

“I’m a criminal now.” He shrugged with a nervous laugh. “I make a lot of money and.. It makes me happy, I’ve met a lot of good people through it. I’ve travelled the world.” He rambled a little, almost like he was trying to sell a product.

“If it makes you happy, then I’m proud of you.” She sounded faintly disappointed yet still felt genuinely proud of him for finding what makes him happy and finding people that he loved.

“You’re not.. Upset?”

“I think I can understand why things happened the way they did.” She placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’ll always be my baby, no matter what. I don’t think it makes you a bad person for trying to survive.”

There’s another long gap of silence, both not sure what to say next.

“Tell me about your friends.”

“Ah, my friends?” He hesitated. “Where do I even start?”

“Tell me about the big one.” She smiled.

“Roadhog? His names Mako but he don’t like when we call him that. He’s my best friend, he’s basically like a brother. He’s been there for almost everything, thick and thin, y'know? He's the only person who I can really count on.”

“And the other one?”

“Y/n.. They’re.. Well. I'm lucky to have ‘em, I think you'd love ‘em too. Y’know, in a strange way, they remind me a lot of you. They’re both really important to me and I’m grateful to have them.”

Silence lingers in the air once again, an awkward stillness of uncertainty. What do you even say in this situation? What could you possibly talk about?”

“So.. There’s an afterlife?” She stayed silent. “Why’d it take you so long to visit? Why are you suddenly visiting me now?”

“I think you know why.” A lot of ideas raced through his head, so many possibilities on why. She spoke plainly with a slight sentiment of sadness at the end of her words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him into a tight embrace. He hesitated but hugged her back, savouring the moment.

“I think it’s time for you to wake up.” She said softly.

“I don’t want to yet.” He said as she pulled out of the hug and kissed his forehead.

He jumped awake with a loud gasp. I was leaning over him with my hand resting on his shoulder. “Jamie? Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying.”

He wiped his face in a hurry with his hand and attempted to with his bicep. 

“I’m fine just.. Realising some stuff.” He smiled up at me warmly though it was clear something happened to upset him.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

“I know.” He continued to smile. I handed him a water bottle and smiled back at him. “I’ll tell you about it later. Just gotta think on it.”

#asks #fluff #junkrat #jamison fawkes #overwatch #jamison fawkes overwatch #junkrat overwatch #overwatch junkrat #overwatch jamison fawkes #junkrat x you #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x you #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch fluff #angst #overwatch angst #junkrat fluff #junkrat angst

[cositapreciosa]

hiii i love ur work and i was wondering if you can make a fluff one shot/imagine with eduardo sandoval? fem reader if that’s fine! pls and ty 😭😭😭 hes very underrated

Mañana por la mañana

Eduardo Sandoval x gn!reader, (no warnings, a bit of implied smut, being disgustingly in love?) 2401 words

a/n : throws some more Eduardo at you guys like you are unfed pigeons / this one was a rollercoaster, sometimes you have to : fuck it, and ball. He's so hot in this gif omg also thanks babe hope you like it!!

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

The sunlight is soft in the kitchen this morning, a gentle glow that makes you thankful to have gotten up at the same time as Eduardo. He has a habit of always leaving before you, barely crossing his path for 15 minutes every morning before he rushes to the car, a brief kiss landing on the corner of your lips as the door closes. Today should have been like every other day, but with so many running stories and new deadlines, you felt that going to work early might give you a fighting chance with the elections coming up.

The tiles are cold under your feet, you knew you should have fought harder for hardwood floor, but Eduardo was adamant that tiles belonged in a kitchen. You fill up the coffee machine with water, turning around to search for the coffee itself when you see Eduardo entering the room. His hair is still damp from the shower, wearing his shirt without his blazer, tie loose around his neck.

'' I hope I didn’t wake you up. ''

'' Not at all. ‘’ you answer back, head still in a cupboard, '' People are getting crazy at work, they want everything covered on all fronts. It’s a nightmare really. ''

He hmms, opening the refrigerator. After a second, he looks back at you again, puzzled.

'' What are you doing? ''

You sigh, leaning back against the countertop.

'' I don’t remember where we said we would put the coffee. You always make it, I wanted to do it this time. ''

He laughs, putting the two eggs he took from the refrigerator on the kitchen island, making sure they don’t roll off with his hand. You raise your leg, pushing his shin slightly with your foot.

'' Don’t laugh at me! You couldn’t remember the gate password for days! ''

Building a house together was the next easy step in your relationship. For financial and security reasons, this suburb not too far from town, in a safe neighbourhood, had proved to be exactly what you both wanted. His hand reaches for your side as he fights back, one finger poking at your rib.

'' Well, my old place wasn’t fancy enough for a gate, let alone a password, okay? ''

It was indeed probably one of the smallest two-bedroom apartment you had ever seen. His hand then grips your t-shirt, tugging you to him as you fake resisting his embrace.

'' Say ‘pretty please, my husband, you are the best and I adore you’, and I’ll make you a cup. ''

Your nose wrinkles,

'' I will not. That is blackmail, Mr. Bodyguard, and I can’t lie, I’m not a liar. ''

He groans, letting you go as he moves closer, putting his hand on the counter beside you, the other one stretching behind your head to open a cabinet.

'' I don’t bodyguard. '' He shakes the coffee bag in front of your eyes, '' It’s Head of Security, by the way. ''

You can’t stop the smile that pulls at your lips, the pride that bubbles in your chest. He deserves it, the title, the promotion, after so much hard work he puts in every day.

'' I know, amor. I’m proud of you. ''

You feel his tie on your chin as he leans to kiss your forehead. He takes a few steps back toward the coffee machine, pointing a finger in your direction.

'' Watch out because when I become President, I’ll make it illegal for pretty journalists like you to be that annoying early in the morning. ''

You roll your eyes, putting your arms over your head as you stretch. He is smiling again, proud of his joke, and you notice how he bites his cheek when his eyes land on the sliver of skin under your t-shirt,

'' Pretty please, husband, just make the damn coffee, will you? ''

You take a seat behind the kitchen island, facing him as he lets out a chuckle. You know that if you try to cook with him, try to take the pan from his hand, Eduardo would only tell you to sit back down. After a few minutes, he pushes you a warm cup of coffee, exactly how you like it, and a plate of huevos pericos across the counter. You lean toward him, and Eduardo joins you in the middle, letting you press a small kiss on his cheek.

You two eat in silence, enjoying the company, soaking in the smell of this new home. Even if tells you about all the meetings he has today, you can see it, how he barely touches his plate and plays around with his fork. You know he feels bad about not being home for dinner most nights, that he wishes he’d be able to help you unload all those boxes still taped up from the move. He does make up for it in many ways, even if you know he’s not noticing it. You knew that taking this promotion would ask more of him, of you, and of your relationship, but you also knew that his work was important to him, as he knew your career was to you. Maybe that was why being together had worked for so long now.

'' You’re not working too much if it’s what you’re thinking. ''

He looks up from his plate mid-bite, meeting your eyes. He swallows hard, pushing it down with a sip of coffee.

'' I know, I just- '' His hand reaches for yours across the counter, '' You do a lot for us, and I wish I could do the same sometimes. ''

His thumb rubs your wrists, slow, soft motions,

'' You just need to learn how this new position works, when you’ll start to feel comfortable in your new shoes everything will fall into place. ''

You keep eating in silence for a while. You can feel you touched something sensible from how he leans back to his side, keeping his eyes on his plate. It hasn’t been easy, in the beginning, when you started to go out together. It wasn’t anything serious at first, and him sneaking into your bed late at night or not calling for days did not seem like such a big deal. Until it was, until you realized how you always came second, until you realized you were not going to settle for that, especially if he expected you to be loyal to him to a certain degree.

You know he remembers the last time he had been promoted, how that time he wasn’t able to separate life and work. You had sat him down one night, one of the first evenings he had been joining you for dinner that week. I will leave you, you had said, I can’t keep doing this, I can’t allow it, Eduardo. That night, it didn’t end well, somewhere between screaming and crying, losing your cool, his endless explanations. After hours of silent tears and shaky breaths, you eventually fell asleep on the couch, the thought of feeling his warmth next to your pillow making your heart ache.

You pick up your plate, making your way around the kitchen island. Your hand gently met his forearm, cold fingers against his burning skin.

'' Talk to me, yeah? I can see you’re thinking too hard. ''

It is meant as a joke, something to lighten up the mood. Eduardo shakes his head, his opposite hand moving to rest on top of yours, his palm caressing your knuckles.

'' It’s nothing. It’s stupid really. ''

He turns to you, picking the plates from your hands, pushing off your attempt at getting something out of him. He sends a small smile your way as he walks to the sink, it’s fine, it means, don’t mind me, as he puts the dishes at the bottom, turning on the tap to give them a rinse. Discussion over.

The sound of the water hitting the cutlery fills the silence. You move behind him to set your now empty coffee cup next to the soap dispenser. A gentle way to ask him to clean this too and he does. Quick to keep busy, making sure the mug is placed with the pile of dirty plates, already working on washing them. With a small sigh, you lean on his back, hands moving around his ribs and up his chest, resting on his sternum. You can smell his cologne, the one he uses on days he has important meetings, the one he keeps buying because he knows you like it so much. Your head falls between his shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the cotton covering his skin.

'' You know I won’t let you go until you talk to me, hm? ''

He laughs, you can feel his chest contract with the sound, and that makes you happy, that he is not mad at you, even if you already know he wouldn’t. Eduardo keeps scrubbing at the dishes and you know he’s thinking again, trying to figure out what is the best way to explain how he feels. You know he’s got it when after a while he stops the water, bracing his hands on the edge of the sink, whatever is left dirty will have to be done this evening. He gently leans back in your embrace, your nose touching his hair. His curls are still damp, they smell like your conditioner.

'' I don’t want you to leave me. ''

It’s a murmur, so softly spoken. A secret shared between you and him, vulnerable and out in the open. Your fingers are running along the seams of his dress shirt, up and down, trying to be comforting.

'' Why would you think that? ''

It’s a genuine question to his answer, one you didn’t expect this morning. You have always been able to fix things between you. Taking the time to communicate, share your secrets, talk about your feelings, making it work.

'' I’m not sure, I just… '' He sighs '' Last time really scared me, that’s all. I want you to be happy here, with me. ''

Last time. It clicks then, that one night when you almost called it quit. I will leave you. I can’t keep doing this, I can’t allow it, Eduardo. You didn’t think your words would stay with him that way. Didn’t think much of it the morning after too, after he had gently shaken you awake from the couch, hot coffee in hand, just how you like it. He had slipped the warm ceramic in your hands and you had tugged him with you on the couch, watching the Saturday morning news in comfortable silence, feets touching under the blanket.

'' Amor… '' You sigh against his back, wrapping your arms more tightly around him. You hate when he feels like this, unworthy, useless. '' I am happy here, especially with you. ''

He nods, a hand raises from the counter, intertwining your fingers with his. You can feel the wrinkles on his skin from the soap.

'' You would tell me, yeah? If it didn’t feel right for you anymore. ''

You hmm, swaying from side to side slowly, bringing him with you in the movement. You are not saying much after that. You can hear the cars passing in front of the house, children babbling on their way to school. You would tell him if any of this wasn’t working for you anymore, like you had done in the past, as you would again if needed.

'' Te amo. ''

It slips out of your lips, muffled in his shirt. You can feel him exhale in your arms, feel the weight come off his shoulders.

'' I love you so much, Eduardo. I hope you know that. ''

'' I do. '' He whispers back, '' Y yo a ti, cariño. ''

You are smiling against him, giddy from the words even after all those years. You know it is getting late, that he should be on his way already, but you don’t want him to leave, soaking in his warmth, how good he smells.

'' I have to go, I can’t be late today. ''

'' We wouldn’t want that. ''

He laughs, bubbling from his chest, you know he can hear the sarcasm dripping from your tongue. He turns around in your embrace. One hand moving behind your head, playing with a strand of hair, following down your neck.

'' I can tell you don’t care. I’m not freelance, they don’t forgive tardiness easily. ''

'' Well, I’m sorry if I want to keep you all to myself. ''

His hands slide under your shirt, pressing at the small of your back, bringing you to him. His fingers are hot on your skin, denting the space above your hips. You are in between his legs now, hands on his chest, heart pumping. The light is soft through the window, colouring his eyes in honey, and suddenly it feels like you can’t breathe properly. His eyes fixed on yours, lips parted, he can’t look away.

'' You’re the one starting this. '' However he wants to call it, this, that. The way his fingers caress your ribs, thumbs following your waistline to the top of your pants. It is meant as a warning to him, one weak of any real consequences, a decision that should be logical given the time. '' You can’t blame me. ''

If he keeps going further you mean. You want him to, you know he shouldn’t, he can’t.

'' Maybe I can meet you for lunch then? ''

His palms slide to your hips, tugging on the soft material of your pyjamas, you are so close you can feel him against you.

'' We could make that work. How long’s your break? ''

'' 45 minutes. '' He breathes in, pupils blown. '' I’m sure I can stretch it to an hour. ''

You smile as he leans in, his lips brushing on yours.

'' We can make that work. ''

As long as you’re on the same page, you think, you know, you can make this work. The tiles are cold under your feet, the sun burning on your shoulder, his breath warm on your cheek. And then, his lips finally touch yours, a goodbye, a promise for later as you kiss him back, hungry for more. Te amo.

#eduardo sandoval x reader #eduardo x reader #eduardo sandoval #narcos imagines

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Soulmates (Yassine Bounou x reader) *request

Request: Hey, honey, hope you're doing well!! I'd like to make a request with Bono, if it's okay. Maybe a story about yassine and the reader being really close friends and reader goes to watch one of his matches and by the end of it, when they get to meet, she's just so super proud and happy that she ends up kissing him. She thinks it's deathly embarrassing but he's SO happy and it's all fluffs and sweetness from there. Thank u, love ur blog!

Warnings: painfully fluffy fluff

“Hey! Give that back!” you whine as you try to jump and grab your pen. Your height or lack thereof really didn’t help you at times like this. You’re jumping as high as you can on your tiptoes while the perpetrator laughs, holding it over your head. Tears begin to form until your saviour makes his entrance, grabbing the beloved glitter pen from the other boy’s hand and pushing him away.

He scurries off quickly as your hero watches his movements, eyes narrowed. When he’s gone, he delivers a friendly smile and holds out the pen so you can take it. You narrow your eyes in slight suspicion but he remains steadfast while you slowly reach your hand out again. This time, to your delight, there’s no little trick at the end that would surely have seen tears fall down your cheeks. 

“That's really pretty!” he says and you giggle, nodding your head vigorously. 

“Thanks! My ma got them for me! I have loads more in my bag! Wanna see?” you offer to your new-found friend. You jump in delight when he nods and drag him by his wrist to where you’ve hung your bags.

Minutes later and you’re both under a large, shady oak tree colouring in a book you have decided to share. Your teachers look on in surprise and in sheer awe of the cuteness of the situation. You, little you, the quiet recluse who never wanted to share or talk or interact is all of a sudden laughing loudly and playing together with a friend. Who’d have thought?

“Do I have to tutor you, Yassine?” you sigh with exasperation. It’s a shame that your friendship with him drifted over time but what annoyed you greatly was the fact that you would always hold affection for him in your heart. What annoyed you even more was that fate would always bring the pair of you back together again so you could never truly let go of those feelings. Not close enough to ever act on those feelings but close enough so that the spark was always there. Having him any closer, you worried that those feelings would grow far too strong over the level you were comfortable with.

“Oh habibti play nice! Not everyone can be good at everything like you!” he remarks, ruffling your hair as he walks beside you. You huff and readjust the books you’re holding, your tote bag falling off your shoulder. Yassine, ever the gentleman, grabs the bag and carries it for you as you make your way to class together. Quite a risk given his friends’ childish behaviours: the bag is very… you. It's handmade and embroidered with pastel coloured threads throughout; travel-themed with your name in fancy script under a world map on one side and on the other side there’s a cheesy quote you always liked. It’s a beautiful bag but it hardly fits the manly man image he’s curated for himself. He was annoying in that he didn’t care: that image meant nothing to him and if he had to let it go to do the right thing, he wouldn’t hesitate. No amount of teasing from his friends would change that. You couldn’t blame everyone for having a soft-spot for him, you did too.

“See! I’m always such a saint to you! You’re seriously going to let me fail at life after everything I’ve done for you?” he exclaims, placing a hand on his heart and nudging your shoulder lightly. You walk a little faster, as if that were going to do anything. He obviously matches your pace.

“Yassine, you’re set to be a pro footballer, I don’t think you’re going to be failing at life with those Cs!” stopping to finally look up at his face. His stupid, handsome face. And he’s making those puppy eyes that you could never resist and he holds your hands gently on his own. A small smile makes its way onto your face, that seems to be a reflex whenever you are around him. 

“Fine.” you say and he immediately envelops you in a tight hug, spinning you around before you can continue the sentence. You shriek, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Yassine, you big lug! My stuff!” he quickly puts you down, apologising profusely and smoothing your hair down. Mind you, his arms are still wrapped around you but your feet are on the ground at least while he rocks you back and forth.

“You’re the best!” he sighs

“I know.”

You’re both currently sat on the floor of your bedroom with papers, flashcards surrounding the pair of you as you explain the harder parts of organic chemistry to him.

“Okay okay okay give me a second… the product is… less basic because the benzene ring delocalises the lone electron pair and… makes it… less available?” he tries, one eye closed as he looks up, trying to recall the basics of it.

“And what makes the other product more stable?” your eyes widen with hope, urging him to continue.

“The… methyl group?”

“Why?”

“The uh… oh god i always forget this one… uh… the… positive inductive effect?” his voice gets a little higher, unsure if that was something he just made up or if he actually managed to remember the correct term.

“Yes!” you exclaim excitedly, pulling him in for a hug. His heart beats a little faster and his reaction is delayed by a split second. You were not a hugger. Never have been. In all the time he’s known you, physical touch was something you tried your absolute hardest to avoid. As far as he’s been concerned, the only people you can tolerate it for are your parents and him. It was something he took pride in. You still held onto that affection for him years after saving you when you were kids, even when you drifted apart. You still felt comfortable enough around him to express your joy through physical touch. You still held him higher than everyone else. It was less of a challenge for him; he was affectionate with everyone, that just came naturally to him but in his mind it was always different with you. Always held on for a second longer, squeezed a little tighter, let his hand linger for a while in a way he wouldn’t dream of doing with anyone else. Drifting apart hit him the same way it did with you, your hearts yearned for each other but your heads over-thought it all: “give them time; if they wanted to talk to you, they would!” you shared those voices in your heads, the synchronicity proving to be disadvantageous for the pair of you for once. But it was fine because like you said, fate always found a way to bring the pair of you together again.

He lets go of the hug and you’re confused for a second. He jumps up onto your bed, laying down to get comfortable, and pats the spot next to him. You cock your head to the side as you eye the spot, rather small but you’re gonna have to make do. You slowly hop in as well but it's a tight squeeze. He grows sick of the shuffling and pulls you directly onto him. If this were anyone else, alarm bells would be ringing in your head and you’d be out the door but it's him so if anything, you’re more at ease. You rest your head on his chest and let his slow heartbeat soothe you, he hikes one of your legs up over his waist and your arms wrap around his neck.

“This bed has gotten smaller.” he huffs. You narrow your eyes as you look up at him.

“Yassine, you’ve been growing at an exponential rate for the past 3 years, what did u expect?” you say incredulously. You smile at the feeling of his chest rumbling when he laughs. You stay like that for a while, basking in each other's company after spending far too long keeping yourselves away from the other. The peace is interrupted by the ring of his phone, one arm stays around you while the other reaches into your back pocket where you kept the distracting device. You squeak in surprise as he pinches you lightly. You suppose he still isn’t overjoyed by you taking it from him.

“Oh that's my mum, wants me home for dinner.” he says dejectedly, kissing the top of your head before lifting himself up. You untangle your limbs, already missing the warmth he brought you. 

“Same time tomorrow though?” he looks at you expectedly before walking out of the door and you look at him, confusion apparent in your eyes.

“I thought this was a biweekly thing?” you question.

“I think I could do with some extra lessons.” he shrugs, nonchalantly. He hopes you don’t see through the facade, he’s almost certain that he’s ready to ace his tests now but he just wants to spend more time with you. If that meant playing dumb and having you explain the same concepts to him over and over again, so be it. You were far softer than your exterior let on, you had a lot of patience for those around you, in fact. It was never an inconvenience for you to help others out and you wouldn’t dream of getting annoyed at someone for asking to re-explain something, even if it felt obvious to you. Another thing he absolutely adored about you. The pair of you admired each other in infuriatingly equal amounts, it's what made the distance all the more baffling to those around you. 

You’re suspicious of his reasoning, he’s getting the hang of it all and you’ve seen some of his most recent self-marked papers: he’s doing well and he’s not the best at hiding it. You nod anyway because again, you’re thinking in the same way: you want to spend more time with him.

As he goes to leave, you remember something.

“I have my piano lesson tomorrow!” you meekly call out and he turns around.

“Just text me when the teacher leaves. If I bring my stuff, can we work there and go home together?” he asks hesitantly. You smile and nod, he lets out a sigh of relief, smiling back at you. He heads out uninterrupted this time and you don’t have a reason to call him back this time, much to both of your disappointment.

He may have already had that planned out, you’ve been on his mind a lot more recently and as the memories of you playing for him after a bad match resurfaced. He yearns to hear you play again. To watch your cute, concentrated face and graceful hands as the beautiful melody fills the room. There were so many things he missed out on by keeping his distance that the need to relive all of it has become unbearable. He even missed your grade 7 recital. Achieving that grade was a big deal for you and while you didn’t invite him, he feels as if he should have taken it upon himself to go rather than spending the night celebrating the match win with his friends. You’ve never needed to ask him to do these things before, what changed? He still beats himself up for it but he was going to do whatever he could to make it up to you, even if you in fact didn’t hold anything against him.

“Have you had enough yet?” you ask teasingly as you finish the 6th full-length piece after having finished studying with him. Literature this time and he insists that he needs the music to will away the headache that analysing pretentious poetry caused.

“Absolutely not, another.” he waves his hand at you dismissively and you shake your head with a small laugh. Now that's true music to his ears, if only he weren’t sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the wall. He remedies the problem by hauling himself up and sitting with you on the stool, he rests his head on yours with a pout. You can’t see it but you know. You begin playing another one of your pieces from the ghibli sheet music book that he got you. You didn’t know it was him, however: he gave it to your parents and asked for it to be wrapped up for your birthday but insisted that they didn’t tell you who it was from.

He’d gone to the Japanese novelty store that recently opened out of curiosity, because it reminded him of you and the first thing that caught his eye was the sheet music book proudly  displayed in the window of the store. His mind immediately goes to the group sleepovers you had as kids. Every time it was your turn to pick, it was always a ghibli film or his beloved Iron Man. He’d grown attuned to your true preferences and on his turn, would also choose them; partly to see your ears perk up upon hearing his choice and also to impress you. Sure, he would rather watch Iron Man for the nth time but he would do anything to see your eyes light up. It was a quiet exchange between the pair of you that would continue, unspoken. He didn’t understand what compelled him back then but it had slowly started to grow more and more apparent to him. Your happiness was intertwined with the other.

He intensely quizzed the guys at the counter about it, confirming the authenticity and once he was satisfied, he bought it and left the store with a spring in his step. The store clerks were exhausted by the end of the exchange and sighed in relief upon his exit. When he got home and raced to his room, he sat down on his bed with the book and stared at it. You barely even speak to her anymore! How creepy would it be if I showed up with a gift out of nowhere? Just let her go, dammit! He scolds himself,

“Yassine, sweetheart, she still adores you. This will mean that much more to her if she knows it came from you!” your mum urges, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“We haven’t spoken in a while, I don’t want to weird her out.” he justifies with uncertainty.

“I think you’re the last person that would push her away like that, Yassine.” she tries again. The newfound drift breaks both yours and his parents' hearts. It would have hurt less if your bond was truly broken and you just grew out of sync with each other but no, the pair of you were simply wrought with self-doubt that you struggled to communicate. His silence is deafening and your mum decides to let it go.

“Okay but know that you still have a place in her heart.” She gives him a tight hug before letting him leave.

I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK!” The pandemonium gets louder and louder as Yassine sprints to where you’re sitting and you get up, looking at him waving the paper around with a smile. The giant red letter and number finally provided him a sense of relief rather than stress. You think you can see an ‘excellent’ scrawled on the front as well.

“I didn’t catch that, a B did u say?” you tut jokingly. He’s too excited to come up with a remark of his own and just lifts you up, spinning you around as fast as you can while you squeal, laughing and enjoying the moment with him.

“You are amazing!” he exclaims, letting you down and holding you steady while you recover and catch your breath.

He’s relaxed in his seat as you lay your head on his shoulder, eyes closed. Your exam really sucked the energy out of you today and you’re barely functioning at the moment. You can’t bring yourself to care as the rest of the team gather to sit around him. You’ve recently been spending more lunchtimes with them all as Yassine successfully caught you hiding in the art room and he now insists that you sit with him instead. Again, making up for lost time. It’s a normal occurrence now and you’ve grown tolerant of his teammates. They’re not so bad, you learn; just extremely energetic. You would never admit it but you actually quite like this routine. You find the chatter to be comforting and you’re surprised to find yourself laughing with them quite often.

“Oh wait, I left something in my locker!” he says, gently pushing you off so he can run and grab it. He expected this outcome and prepared in advance, taking full advantage of the newfound time together to make you as happy as he could like his life depended on it. 

“Y’know, if the pair of you just kissed and made things official, literally nothing would change.” one of the girls comments, a smile on her face. You hear the general hums and affirmations of agreement and you groan.

“Guys c'mon now, we’re just super close! We’ve literally been friends since we were toddlers, obviously we’re gonna be affectionate with each other!” you chastise, shaking your head.

“Friends that cuddle?”

“Yes.”

“And run fingers through the other’s hair?”

“Yes.”

“And spend months planning gifts for each other, without occasion?”

“And constantly talk about each other when the other isn’t there?”

“And spend years stealing glances but not talking because you’re too chicken to admit that you miss the other?”

“And have multiple shared playlists?”

“Ooooh that's an important one!” you stay silent as you think things through, deciding that saying anything would only further validate their suspicions. You drop your head to the desk and close your eyes, exhaustion still apparent, you would barely be able to talk even if the conversation weren’t such a nerve-wracking one.

“C’mon don’t you think it's odd that someone like him hasn’t dated or even taken a glance at a single girl that isn’t you?” she elaborates

“You’re exaggerating that” you mumble sleepily.

“We’ve had to deal with his sappy ass for long enough, girl. Trust me when I say we’re not exaggerating. If anything, we haven’t made it clear enough.” she reassures. And once again you hear the mutters of agreement from around the table. 

As if on cue, Yassine comes back with a tupperware container in his hand and cutlery in the other. He sets them down and pats your back to get you up. When he sits down, you return your head to his shoulder, sighing out in relief. He opens the container and you open your eyes as the familiar smell makes its way to your nose. 

“Yassine, you didn’t…” you trail, heart warmed by the gesture.

“C’mon I had to do something, you’ve been stressing yourself out way too much!” he tuts, kissing the top of your head before you sit up and take a bite of your favourite food.

“You’re a life-saver!” 

“Oh I know!” he says, nudging your shoulder with a cheeky smile. You’re both too engrossed in each other to notice the rest of the table carefully eyeing the interaction. It was gonna topple over into something beautiful someday, they were just waiting on when.

“Your dress is very… you” he comments with a smile, holding out his hand for you to hold. You narrow your eyes with a smile.

“I’m not sure if that's a compliment.” you say suspiciously. He simply shrugs and you laugh quietly together. Your mom runs in excitedly with her camera ready. 

“Ma, you do realise that we’re not going together right?” you clarify. It hurts your heart a little to say that, even if you basically are going to prom together. Officially your whole mega-group is going together but in everyone’s heads, it's you and him.

“Yes yes whatever you say now come on.” she gestures to you both to stand together and pose for the photo. He places his arm around your waist, standing up straight. You place one of yours around his shoulders and the other on the hand on your waist.

A couple adorable photos in, he whispers something in your ear that has you fighting back a laugh. A subtle tickle of your side breaks you and the pair of you burst out into laughter. He’s holding you up to keep you from collapsing on the ground and tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, your mum has still been taking photos and each one is more adorable than the next. 

They’re made for eachother. She thinks to herself

When the pair of you get some more photos taken with the whole group at the venue and everyone settles for the final dance, he pulls you to the middle of the dance floor, your arms find a place on his shoulders and he finds your waist. As you sway to the music, he’s the first to say something.

“It’s nice that we’re both staying in Morocco, huh?” he says with a smile. He’s so relieved that you’re still going to be together. He would eventually find a way to tell you but now just doesn’t feel right. He knows that the moment will come but he wants to trust his instincts on this one.

“I know! A 30 minute car ride is nothing!” you say with a smile to match.

“You’re gonna be winning your nobel prizes while I win my league medals, we’re gonna make Moroccan history together!” he says with excitement, you truly admire his confidence. It’s gotten him so far already so you can’t blame him. 

“And we’ll still be attached by the hip?” you question, hesitantly.

“Oh absolutely, I still need to make up for years 7-9!” he says with a shake of his head.

You both in fact did stay very close: calling each other as often as you could, visiting was a bit of a pain but you made it work when you could although face-timing was a lot easier and did the trick. The smile you brought to each other's faces remained the same and the few hugs you were able to give each other somehow got even tighter.

“I need you to come to the match this Sunday.” 

“Yassine, it is 5 am in the morning.”

“Yes, and?”

“I thought you didn’t want to draw attention to your private life?”

“Well that was me being stupid!” you laugh quietly, pulling him into your place and sitting down with him.

“What’s going through your head?” you ask, holding his giant hands in yours.

“It’s just a really big deal is all… I don’t know, I just have a feeling! But you have to be there, pleeeeeeeeeeeease?” he begs and you toy with the idea of teasing him but he looks oddly stressed.

“Yassine, is that even a question? Of course, I’ll be there!” you say, rubbing his back soothingly. He lets out a breath he’s been holding and envelops you in a hug, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Just like you promised, you were there, sat inside the bunker, watching the screen intently. You can see his frustration apparent with the conceded goal. The team has really been turning things around recently and he knows that losses really would hinder his ambitions. He needed this. Your heart sinks as the minutes tick closer to the 95 minute mark. You can imagine the google stats already and they’re undoubtedly going to be in Valladolid's overwhelming favour. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and you’re struggling to comprehend what the screen is displaying. Where is he going? Why is he leaving his post? Your heart rate climbs as he reaches the opposition box, his fellow teammates are fumbling every scoring opportunity and somehow the opposing defence hasn’t cleared the ball. Finally after what feels like years of horribly inaccurate back and forth, a good friend finally makes use of Yassine’s position, gets the ball in his direction and he kicks. You scream out in excitement. You can’t believe your eyes. Yassine, YOUR Yassine just scored the winner for Wydad to give them the point. Your cheeks hurt from smiling as you watch him celebrate the moment with his team. It was truly something else.

It feels like forever but you finally catch him as he’s walking back into the bunker and you pull him to the side and jump on him to give him as tight a hug as you can manage. He catches you and holds the backs of your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. The smile hasn’t left your face and you’re struggling to hold in your joy. You loosen your arms to look at him.

“That was incredible!” you exclaim.

“I don’t know what happened! One second I’m running to the other post and the next I just kick the ball and-” the excitement didn’t stop bubbling and you finally, finally break to press your lips onto his. He widens his eyes in a millisecond of shock but combs a hand through your hair, closing his eyes to relish the moment he had been waiting years for. They’re so soft and warm and- oh no. you regain some control over your mind and pull away to realise what's happened. Your cheeks heat up and you don’t know how in the world you’re gonna justify that as ‘friendly.’ 

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry I don't know what came over me I-” you cut yourself off as you try to get off him. But, your confusion spikes as his grip remains strong on you. He frantically looks at your eyes to see them start to tear up so he pulls you in for another kiss. The grip on your head means that you can’t pull away this time. He needs this. This is what was calling to him. It was you, always you. And he knew that but finally the moment came where he felt he could express it. It’s a bit gentler this time as you both pour out everything you have felt towards each other since the start: frustration, confusion, admiration, love. He wouldn’t let his head get in the way of it like he used to. You were meant to be and you were meant to be now.

You unwillingly part for breath, foreheads still touching and you both smile. 

“Thank your instinct, Yassine.” you both laugh as you enjoy each other's company. Some of his teammates catch the moment as they walk by and whistle. They knew you and even they had caught wind of Yassine’s loyalty to you. If they were getting sick of the pining, imagine how everyone else in your lives felt.

“That Ghibli book was from me, by the way.” 

“Mom told me” you say, still breathing heavily. You chuckle silently together, still unwilling to let each other go. Soulmates from the start and you could both finally revel in the fact.

His hand grips your thigh the entire ride home and you’re wearing his jersey. The dopey smiles haven’t left your faces as you rethink all of your time spent together, wondering what made you both so hesitant in hindsight. When you reach his place, he quickly runs to your door to open it and pick you up bridal style before walking to the door. He lets you down while he fumbles to get the door open as quickly as he can. Once it finally opens, he picks you up again, kicking his shoes off and carefully making his way to his bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed and follows shortly after, holding your hands above your head and kissing you anywhere he can reach before finally meeting your lips again in a gentle kiss. Finally, fate brings the two of you well and truly together: like soulmates.

I hope this makes u guys feel as many things as it made me lmao. Enjoy, my loves xxxx

#yassine bounou imagine #yassine bounou x reader #yassine bono #yassine bounou #footballer fic #footballer imagine #football fanfic #football fluff

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I mean I don’t rlly like the sadistic Quaritch. I feel like yes he would be rough but not that much, he wouldn’t slap you or choke you bcs he would be scared of hurting you ( I mean look at him he’s so big ) but I feel like he’d be praising A LOT, rlly enjoying the size difference and just admiring you

Pls do 😙

no but YES!! cuz he’s so huge he doesn’t want to hurt you omg soft dom!quaritch!!! AHH!!!

soft dom. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. fluffy smut kind of??. daddy kink ofc.

note. for the softies out there!! I SEE YOU AND HEAR YOU!! we all need a soft dom!quaritch in our lives so I had to write this!! MILES SOFT DOM SUPREMACY

miles is massive, this dude is 9’5, basically towering over you. He doesn’t want to hurt you, ur just too small and too cute for him. he’s practically aweing at ur size difference.

let’s say you like following miles around base, always falling behind due to his large steps, so miles says, “hold my hand baby, gotta keep you close” AAHHH!!! your whole hand fits around his pointer finger. and he loves it.

bro is so scared of hurting you, he’s so careful with you. Whenever he picks you up he’s so gentle with his touches, making sure your as comfortable as he is.

so during the naughty time this MAN IS ON HIGH ALERT!!, “you okay baby??”, “you alright with this mama?”

it could be your first time taking him, like FULLY taking him in. he’d have you in missionary, back arching off the bed sheets as you grab miles’ shoulders for support. he’d see you struggle to take him in and FEEL SO BAD!!

miles would pull away from you and look down, his hands would travel to your stomach and put pressure on it, “baby cmon, I know you can take it all, be a good girl for me yeah?” and ur just nodding, anything to make him happy.

when you finally take all of him in HES SHOCKED!!! he’s praising you ALOT, “that’s my girl, taking me so well aren’t you babygirl?”

cuz he’s so vocal he’s praising you 24/7, even without the devils tango. You could be doing smth for him and he’d come behind you and say, “look at you baby!! making me so proud” he’d leave little kisses on your head.

when u r a brat to him he TRYS so hard to punish you. But he just can’t. He’d try overstimulating you but your constant whining and whimpering makes him feel bad for his baby, “I’m sorry ma, you gotta take this for me okay?? gotta learn ur lesson alright??, you can do that right? just for daddy??” yes ofc omg.

after his done punishing you he’d hold you close, “good girl, took it so well” and then BOOM your gonna get the best sex ever.

he’s def a passionate lover!! he loves feeling you close to him!! loves positions like missionary, cowgirl or full nelson. he sees sex as an important thing in a relationship, it builds connection, soul tying even.

he just loves hearing you get all flustered when ur about to cum. Cuz u guys are so close to eachother he can tell just by your sounds that your going to release, “you gonna cum princess?? cmon baby, cum for me, cum for daddy, make him proud”. you cry out and flutter around his dick, causing him to groan in your ear.

lemme elaborate on the full Nelson position!! full Nelson is when your partner is practically picking you up and fucking you. He’d have your legs spread open, his hands holding your thighs for support as your back hit his chest.

your hands would be finding the back of his hair to pull. and oh lord, he’s loving you in this position. your so vulnerable and so so small my god.

“mama, u look so fucking good rn. u take this dick so good don’t you?? yeah you do. my girl makes daddy feel so fucking good s-shit” he’s moaning and groaning in your ear babe!!!

hes being so gentle with you too!! being careful not to dig his nail into your poor, aching thighs. or being super careful with his thrusts. he doesn’t want to hurt his baby!!

whenever he wanted to go a little rough he would always give u a heads up, “baby Ima go a little harder okay?? you alright with that??” YEA U R!!

hes fully pounding into you, always double checking at your state to make sure okay. He’s going in deep, reaching all the right places!! that’s when he hits your g-spot

you cry out, AND HE KNOWS HE HIT IT. “shit, baby, this the spot right?? this the spot that’s gonna make u scream my name, yeah mama??” 100% yes.

he just keeps hitting it over and over again. “s-so close, m-miles pls!! lemme cum pls!!” your begging and whining for him. HIS POOR BABY!!

“such a good girl for asking, fuck baby, need you to cum, cmon, need it so bad” you could feel him get close too. He’s twitching in you. You whine his name when u orgasm, causing him to buck his hips.

“fuck, princess, gonna cum, shit, gonna take this load right?? I know u can baby, you can do that for me mm??” ur nodding your head. “pls daddy!!! cum in me!! make me yours” GIRLLLLL HE IS CUMMING FOR SHRE

he moans ur name, slowly bucking his hips. First thing he does is check up on you. He’d lay you down and rub your thighs with his thumbs. “you okay baby?? I didn’t go too rough on you??” you’d shake ur head no, coming back to reality. Your shaking and twitching. “mama, ur shaking”

“that’s a good thing miles, that means u did it well” HES SO PROUD OF HIMSELF!! EGO BOOSTED. he’d smiled at you with his little fangs, wagging his tail.

“give daddy a kiss mama” MWAHMWAHMWAH ur smooching all over him cuz HE IS PRETTY AAA!!

just saying again requests will be closed later today so send as many stuff as you can now!!!

#miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar smut #na’vi quaritch #na’vi smut #na’vi

[doobnnoob-tf2]

Hellooo!! I just found this account and i gotta say i luvvv ur posts, they make me so happy :,) especially ur dadspy ones T-T . I ALSO wanted to ask if mayyybbbeee (only if u really want to ofc)… um write some cute lil headcannons bout my fav boy Scout 🥺 i feel like not a lot of people chose him as their favs but idk why but i think this man is the boy of my fucking dreams and it’d be rlly cool and epic if u wrote some cool/cute headcannons bout him 🥹 (sorry if this has been done before!!) - 💖

Scout was on his way to becoming a pro baseball player, he lost his scholarship however because he couldn’t keep his grades up.  he instead took the job for Mann Co. because it was really good money that he could send home to Ma

he thinks she’s disappointed in him for not getting into college even if to just play baseball, but she’s proud of him no matter what he does

he has a rabbit plush from his childhood that he sleeps with every night and hides during the day.  it’s been resewn over and over and is very dingy and dirty.  he has no idea who it’s from but it’s always been very special to him

Scout has his own comic series he draws on stowed away in his room.  he’s kept hidden because he’s embarrassed about it.  it’s a typical superhero comic with a self insert of himself as the main character

he copies things his teammates do, mostly Spy.  it’s always small things like how they stand or walk or if one of them starts acting all confident then he will too.  he doesn’t realize he does it, but he does because he looks up to all of them

he’s self conscious about his buck teeth but any time someone refers to them as cute or adorable, he gets all flustered and giddy over it

Scout is VERY praise driven, he thrives on having approval of everyone he looks up to.  if anyone on the team needs something done, he’s almost always the first to volunteer himself and loathes when they ask he take someone with him

he’s bi and doesn’t realize it, he just thinks it’s normal for guys to find other guys really hot and daydream about them and doodle them in his comics later.  he always has a justification for why that time he saw Soldier shirtless right after a shower made him all flustered

he was in both his high schools track and baseball team as the star player.  track was more a hobby to him so he could keep limber for his baseball games and when he’d go off and cause trouble with his brothers

Scout’s been arrested once before joining Mann Co. but doesn’t realize his brothers have actually kept him from getting in trouble with the law many more times.  they would always try to shove him out of the way and have him run home when they could tell cops were about to get involved because they knew if he got arrested, Ma would be very upset

he was arrested for taking part in robbing a gas station, and was young enough to be let off without any trouble

Scout’s name on his birth certificate is spelled with the accents (Jérémy) but everyone, even Ma, always spells it without.  he doesn’t even really know there are accents in his name

he’s semi-fluent in Italian

he looks up to Spy a lot.  he sees him as the father figure he never had and genuinely admires everything he does.  out of everyone on the team, he copies him the most, down to even sneakily buying himself a butterfly knife to teach himself how to flip it around like Spy does.  they pick on each other a lot and bicker even more, but they’re both just as quick to find little ways to say they’re sorry after things have calmed down

he considers everyone on the team his best friend, but he hangs around Pyro and Sniper mostly.  Pyro because they enjoy a lot of the same things he does when it comes to TV or comics or whatnot.  and Sniper because he’s a good listener and will allow him to just trail behind him all afternoon and talk his ear off.  and because after he came out of his shell, Sniper turned out to be just as much a troublemaker he was

Scout, Sniper, and Demo are the three to watch out for if there’s even a hint of a “so stupid it’s dangerous but sounds fun” idea floating around.  jumping off the base into a pool?  they’re gonna do it.  see how long someone can hold to the top of the camper while Sniper drives donuts in the desert?  let’s get drinks and see how bad this can go.  “I dare you to take a sip out the sewage water under the bridge.”  “okay, but you gotta do my chores for a week.”

also hi, you’re Sparkles now

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #bootleg jerma #//Sparkles Anon

[yuckyygutz]

♡ miles!42 x black!reader ♡

♡ let's begin shall we? now, i think that miles loves to spoil you but to an extent. he probably does make a lot of money from his prowler business but we need to be reminded that he's 15. (no hate if you do this tho , luv 🫶🏾)

♡ he probably comes back from his missions with little things, like a flower, maybe accessories

♡ probably gives u money 2 do ur hair and nails

♡ ik this is probably controversial but he has to still have a little silly guy in him

♡ you've got matching pj's for sure (imagine seeing him in hello kitty pj's, that'd be so cute)

♡ miles has probably texted you on an old ass tablet because he couldn't find his phone

♡ he loves going out with you, either on a shopping spree or a walk, he'll take whatever to be close with you

♡ he isn't the best in expressing his emotions, so it'll be hard to understand him most of the time

♡ like, he could be sad and you wouldn't tell cuz he don't wanna break down infront of you cuz he thinks he'll be seen as 'weak'😕

♡ ofc you reassure him each time and tell him that it's fine to let his emotions out

♡ being on good terms with his ma is obvious

♡ she's all he's got left so it's an absolute must

♡ dw, cuz when Rio meets u, she falls in love. she's proud 2 know a cutie like u makes her son happy (u prolly look delectable rn luv 😻)

♡ if you already speak Spanish, he'd love hearing you and his mom get along in spanish

♡ if you don't and you want to learn, he's willing 2 teach you

♡ he'll probably say some cuss word on accident then quickly pray you don't repeat what he said

♡ his uncle probs teases his like crazy for how much he simps for u

♡ like, YOU have him kicking his feet and giggling like a lil skl girl

♡ he'll never tell you but he's a sucker for affection

♡ kisses, hugs, sweet moments together? he's on his knees for it

♡ one day, you thought he didn't like it cause he rarely reciprocates it back and he was like "do i not get love today? did i do something wrong??"

♡ overall, you'll have your ups and downs but he'll do whatever to keep you

♡ mind dropping a request for me , ma ? ♡

#miles morales #miles 42 #yuckyygutz

[drowninnoodles]

get unfinished writing in ur inbox'd!

The storm

Bzzt… Bzzt… Bzzt… My phone was buzzing. It was probably the nook miles app, i had just caught a bug- Oh wait. No, its my actual phone. Silly me. Itll stop buzzing in a second, then i can get back to playing. But it didnt stop. I went over and picked it up, and it was another emergency alert. This is what, the third this year? A stark contrast from the 0 in the past maybe 3 years. And its only february. The alert is so long, it barely fits on my screen. It says that a cyclone is coming, which i knew,  that there would be high winds, which i also knew, but theres also a paragraph saying that schools will be closed. Why on earth they would feel the need to bug someone with something like this is a mystery to me. It’s nigh-impossible to miss anything about the storms these days, especially after that time. My parents say its to keep everyone safe, but its getting far to annoying. Before getting back to my game, I switch my phone to do not disturb. I bet everyone will be freaking out about it.

However, even after silencing the phone, I still hear a buzzing sound. I look around the room looking for the source of the sound. As I get closer to my closet, the sound gets louder

I put my ear to the closet and listen.

"Hello?" I hear a quiet voice in the closet

"Barry?" Someone answers

"Adam?"

Oan you believe this is happening?

I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here.

- You got lint on your fuzz.

- Ow! That's me!

- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

- Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different.

- Hi, Barry.

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

- Hear about Frankie?

- Yeah.

- You going to the funeral?

- No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.

- Well, Adam, today we are men.

- We are!

- Bee-men.

- Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.

- Wonder what it'll be like?

#youre welcome anon