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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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Goody Part 2 (Joseph Liebgott x Fem!Reader)

AHHHHH I'm sorry, there is going to have to be a part three. @loveydovey12 I hope you enjoy the second part. I will finish this third part for you and make it extra spicy! Like just a whole part of smut ahahah! I hope you all enjoy spicy Joe. Making me all flustered and I wrote it. This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

I returned the next day feeling refreshed, I slept like a baby last night. I smile as I walk in greeting the patients, they all grin at me, saying good morning. I walk past Joe’s bed, he gives me his signature smirk, instead of sending him back a glare like I always do I smirk back. His smirk drops, a confused look graces his face. I dig the knife in deeper by sending a wink in his direction. He looks worried, that’s not the reaction he was expecting. I chuckle, I have played him at his own game.

I leave him till last again, he looks apprehensive as I approach his bed. I smile at him. He looks uncomfortable, not used to me being so nice.

“Pants please.” I say sitting down at the end of the bed. He eyes me, looking sceptical. He watches me unmoving. I smile at him. “Joe, please may you take down your pants for me.”

“No!” He retorts, I laugh.

“What do you mean no?” I ask the man.

“I don’t like this! Why are you being so nice? Stop it!” He interrogates me. I scoff at him shaking my head.

“I actually think I like it better this way. Now I have you squirming, not the other way around.” I smirk at him, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He glares at me. Oh how the tables have turned. I bit my lip suppressing my laugh. His eyes glanced down to my lips, slowly dragging his gaze up to meet mine. His eyes darken, he grins, “Oh, two can play at that game.” A felt a blush rise on my cheeks, he had flustered me. He knew he had too, as he undid his belt with one hand still grinning at me. I averted my gaze, busying myself pretending to look through my supplies. I heard him chuckle as he rolled over. I stood pulling the curtain to give him some privacy. I started undressing the wound, when he spoke again.

“You must love staring at my ass, hey Goody.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, why would you think that?” I said my tone clipped.

“Well you’re the only nurse who does my dressing. I’m sure you all fight over it in the morning.” I scoffed, shaking my head.

“Don’t flatter yourself ass-hat.” I growl.

“Ah there she is, the Goody I know.” He chuckled, well that lasted for all of about two seconds.

I finish with his wound, turning around so that he can get dressed again. I pull open the curtain again as he lays back down in bed.

“You gave it a good go.” I glared at him over my shoulder as he leered at me. I roll my eyes not falling for his bait.

I make my way home with the rest of the nurses, we walk fast trying to get back as quickly as possible so we can eat and then go to bed. Mary walks next to me.

“Do you know that soldier?” She asks me. I look down at her giving her a confused look. “You know the one that has an injury on his butt.” She giggles. I roll my eyes smiling.

“Yes I do.” I admit.

She beams at me, “I think he likes you.” A bark of laughter leaves my lips. She looks confused at my reaction.

“He most definitely does not like me, Mary. I can assure you.” I tell the young nurse, wiping the idea from her head completely. Knowing that if she thought that he liked me she would meddle. She’s known to try and be a matchmaker for the nurses. I do not need her antics along with Joe’s. She looks sad, “Are you sure? He is always watching you.” She insists.

“He’s watching me cause he knows it pisses me off, which is what he loves to do.” I sigh, shaking my head thinking about every time I raised my head in the previous shift he was grinning at me, with his smug face saying I won!

Mary goes off on a tangent about her own man, I’m happy for the distraction. We finally make it back to the little house we all share. I eat quickly, and clean up before washing my face and getting into bed. I lie down almost asleep when Joe’s face appears in my mind. I groan thinking of something else. I roll over getting more comfortable. I drift off to sleep.

“You like that don’t you?” Someone mumbles huskily in my ear, I hear the noise of a belt buckle being undone. Lips drag down the sensitive skin of my neck, I tilt my head back exposing my soft skin. I sigh, liking the feeling of their lips on me. The person’s face comes into view, Joe’s smug face.

I bolt upright panting as my alarm blares. I did not just have a dream about Joe. I get dressed quickly, I had accidentally slept in. Walking quickly to the aid station to get there in time.

I arrive out of breath and feeling frazzled. I walk past Joe’s bed, “What’s got you all flustered Goody?” He raises his eyebrows at me.

“What?” I pant, can he tell? “Nothing.” I say quickly, looking guilty. He gives me a questioning look.

I busy myself the rest of the day trying my best to avoid the man. I avert my gaze elsewhere when he looks at me, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks each time. Snap out of it Y/N, this is Joe we are talking about, I have no feelings for him.

I convince one of the other nurses to do his wound dressing making up an excuse that I have something else to do. The nurse comes back, “The wound looks good, but he asked after you.” she informs me as I hide in the nurses station.

“Y/N can you get more bandages out of the storage room?” Mary asks me in passing. I nod making my way over to the small walk-in pantry that we made our storage room. I look around the room, where the hell are these bandages? I step back from the shelves, standing on my tip-toes to see on the top shelf, Ah ha! I see the box I need. I reach up, my fingers barely graze the box. I try again, standing on my tip-toes again to get more height.

“Why do they put them up so high?” I am annoyed. I jump trying to reach the box. No use. Before I can turn around to find something to stand on my body is pressed into the shelves from behind. A tall figure looms over me, reaching up and grabbing the box from the shelf. They put the box on the floor. I whip around, Joe stands in close proximity to me. I can’t step away from him though my back is still pressed to the shelves. We stand toe to toe with each other. He looks down at me, his soft breath tickling my face. “Thanks.” I utter softly. Trying not to notice my heartbeat elevating and butterflies in my stomach. I swallow looking up at him, we don’t move. We have our own staring contest, I don’t wear my normal glare, looking more doe-eyed and innocent as I stared up at him. He stares down his nose at me.

“Have I done something to offend you?” He asks, his voice gravelly. I feel heat rise to my cheeks, it was the same tone of voice he had in the dream. I shook my head, not able to form a sentence.

“Why did you avoid me?” He asked leaning forward further, I tilted my head back trying to get out of the way of his face that loomed closer, his arm coming up beside my head as he leaned in.

“I was busy.” I whispered. I shifted my face off to the side so he was staring at my cheek. His other hand snaked out, grabbing me lightly by my chin and bringing my face back to the front. He tilted his head taking me in.

“Don’t lie to me Goody. I know when you are.” He said lowly, warning me. I gulped. I could feel the heat of his body, so close but not touching, but I knew if I moved in the slightest we would make contact.

“I’m not lying.” I uttered. Trying to convince him. He looked like he didn’t believe me. He huffed, stepping back. I took a breath, trying to calm my nerves.

“You better do it tomorrow.” I nodded quickly, not saying anything. He turned on his heel leaving me in the storage room by myself. I took a shaky breath trying to regain my composure. I couldn’t tell what I was feeling.

I did Joe’s dressing the next day as he asked. We didn’t say much to each other. Joe watched me with a close eye as I kept my head down. He was making me flustered than normal.

I tended to another patient later in the shift, wrapping his arm in fresh bandages.

“HELP!” I looked up from my task, a group of men filled the aid station carrying multiple patients in on stretchers. I stood going to the first patient brought in, he didn't look in great shape.

“Put him here.” I pointed to a bed, we carefully placed him down as I ripped open his top. Blood spurted from a gaping wound in his chest. I grabbed the bandages beside me, packing the open wound with gauze to stop the bleeding, putting pressure on the wound.

“I need help over here!” I called, as other nurses who could, came to help. “I think it’s hit the artery. I need you to set up a needle for me so I can sew it closed. But we are going to have to work quickly or he will bleed out.” The nurse nods, going away to get supplies. I reach my hand into the wound pinching closed the artery. I need to be firm but gentle, I carefully hold it closed. Blood still spurts out, I pack in more gauze to slow the bleeding. The man lies unconscious with a faint pulse and shallow breathing. The nurse arrives back with the needle. I move quickly sewing it shut, before I can finish, I glance up at the man. I don’t notice his chest rise and fall, I move my hand taking his pulse from his neck. I sigh, no pulse. I pull my hands from the wound. I don’t get time to think about it when another nurse calls for help. We lost another three men to their injuries. The rest we were able to patch up. My mind is numb, I’m covered in blood and I’m so tired I feel like a zombie.

“We need a refill of bedsheets, can you go grab them.” I nod walking slowly to the storage room. I find the box filled with the bedsheets, I pull them from the shelf not realising there is another box on top. The boxes topple to the ground causing me to fall back, the heavy boxes land on my legs causing me to yelp in pain. I shove the boxes off me, tears brim in my eyes. I break down, having been pushed over the edge. I sob into my knees. I couldn’t save those men, that’s someone’s family and I let them die. I jump back when someone wraps their arms around me. I look up through teary eyes. Joe kneels in front of me, a sad look on his face. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me into his embrace. I cry into his chest as he holds me. He doesn’t make any comments, just lets me cry. His hands rub circles on my back in a soothing motion. I look up at him, he wipes the tears from my face with his thumb as he holds my cheek. I lean back into him, curling into his lap. “It’s not your fault, you know?” He says softly in my ear. I don’t look up, resting my cheek against his chest. I hear his heartbeat, I close my eyes listening to the soothing sound.

“It’s hard to not feel like it’s your fault.” I mutter. He hums stroking my back. We finally untangle ourselves from each other. I rub my eyes, sore from crying. “I’ll see you tomorrow Goody.” He says leaving me alone in the storage room once again.

I arrive the next day, my head pounds from my sleepless night, haunted by the faces of the men I couldn’t save. I walked into the aid station to a commotion.

“Who was the nurse who treated him?” Yelled the soldier in Mary’s face. I straightened, moving to stand in between the man and Mary.

“Sir what’s the problem?” I asked, keeping my face neutral.

“You incompetent nurses let my brother die!” He roared in my face, his face red with rage.

“Who was your brother Sir?” I asked, trying to figure out if I could help him understand what happened to his brother.

“Alfred White.” My face dropped. It was the man I had treated with the chest wound. The one who died.

“I’m sorry Sir, I treated Alfred. We just weren’t fast enough, by the time he was brought in he had lost too much blood.” I tried to comfort him in knowing we did all that we could. However it did not seem to help, he looked even angrier than before.

“We did all that we could, I’m so sorry for your loss.” I said with an empathetic tone.

“YOU STUPID BITCH!” He screamed in my face. I didn’t step away, I reached out to him trying to comfort him. He flung his arm outs trying to fend me off, in doing so, he struck my face. The sharp smack echoing around the aid station. Everyone fell silent, as I cupped my cheek. Tears brimming in my eyes. He lunged forward grabbing me by my shoulder as he violently shook me, “YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED HIM!” He shouted. I didn’t push him away, feeling guilty, I let him hurt me.

A fist flashed in front of my face, hitting the jaw of the soldier who had hold of me. He released his bruising grip on my shoulders, stumbling back holding his face. Joe was on me in seconds, he cupped my face, his eyes scanning me. His eyes filled with concern. I looked at him shocked. I peered around him, seeing the man on the floor. Joe pulled me back to look at him. He grabbed my hands, turning them over in his own. Looking for any injuries.

“Why did you do that?” I said harshly, pulling out of his grip. He looked at me taken aback by my sudden anger.

“What? Protect you?” He says angrily back.

“I don’t need you to protect me!” I snapped at him. He scoffs.

“That’s not what I just saw.” He fumes. Getting in my face.

“It’s not your place to get involved with my job.” I spat in outrage. God he makes me so mad.

“Fuck you.” He growls, turning sharply and walking away. Leaving me panting with rage. I look at the crowd who stand watching.

“What are you looking at!” I yell at them, snapping them out of their trance. The crowd disperses, whispering to each other. I picked the man off the floor. He pushes me back, getting to his feet on his own. He mutters to himself leaving the aid station in a huff.

I get on with the rest of my shift. Feeling bad I lashed out at Joe. I was angry at that man and myself. I couldn’t yell at the man, so I turned my rage onto Joe who was just trying to help. He was genuinely concerned for me and I told him I didn’t need him to look after me. But that’s very hypocritical of me when just the other night I was curled in his lap as he comforted me. I hated to admit it but I felt safe with him, I enjoyed his company. I had grown to like him, after all this time of hating him. I bit my lip as I thought too much. I still needed to do his dressing, but I was nervous he would still be mad at me. But I needed to apologise.

When I arrive at his bedside, he doesn’t notice me at first. I pull the curtain closed around us.

“Go away Goody.” He mutters not looking up from his comic.

“I just need to do your dressing.” I say meekly, sitting at the edge of his bed. He sighs and complies. I look at the wound, nearly fully healed. The wound doesn’t need to be packed anymore and a soft scab has formed over the laceration. It looks healthy, I’m happy with how it has healed. I clean the wound, taking my time.

“I want to apologise.” I start, he doesn’t say anything. “It was wrong of me to turn my anger onto you. I want to take back what I said, I didn’t mean it, Joe.” I say softly, busying myself with my task. “Thank you for helping me, thank you for caring about me.” He laughs at my statement.

“I don’t care about you Goody, never have, never will.” He shrugs at me showing me how much he truly doesn't care. I try not to let it hurt, but it does. A pain in my chest, I bite my lip trying not to think about it. “I’m really sorry Joe. Truly. Can you forgive me?” I ask.

Joe turns around giving me a cruel smile, “I will never forgive you, Goody.” I blink back tears, nodding my head. The hurt in my chest weighing heavily on me.

I finish my task, standing, as he pulls up his pants. I open the curtain leaving, not looking back at him. Tomorrow is my day off, so I won’t have to see him and by the looks of his wound he will probably be gone before I am back.

Joe’s POV:

I toss and turn, unable to get to sleep. Her heartbroken face haunts my dreams, the only thing I see when I close my eyes. After I had told her I would never forgive her I wanted to take it back immediately. She looked so hurt by my words, tears in her eyes. All she did was nod and leave. I looked for her later in the evening asking one of the nurses where I could find her but I missed my chance, she had left for the night. I groaned rolling over and burying my head into my pillow, willing sleep to consume me, so I wouldn’t have to think about her anymore.

I thought I disliked her, sure in high-school she was annoying always following the rules, but she never did anything to me, I just liked to wind her up. It was easy to get under her skin, so I did. But when we met again she was different, sure of herself. She had grown up. I liked mature Goody. She was cute, funny and kind. I liked to watch her care for everyone. My eyes followed her like a hawk. I smiled when she smiled. When she turned her attention to me, I would give her a smug look, trying to pretend I was just winding her up, but it was a front. I didn’t want her to know I was enamoured with her.

When I saw her caring for one man, my jealousy got out of hand. She had avoided me all day, even sending a different nurse to do my wound care. I looked over to her laughing with another soldier, she threw her head back as she held him by his arm. I had to stop myself from walking over there and asking what the hell was so funny. Then I made my move when she went into the storage room. I followed her in watching her struggle to get the box she wanted. I had purposely pressed myself to her back when reaching up, trapping her with my body. She looked so sweet looking up at me with those big doe-eyes, her lip between her teeth. The normal glare she threw my way wasn’t on her face. I wanted to kiss her then, but I held myself back. I wanted to explain to her first how I was feeling rather than springing it on her.

Then it was hectic, I watched her lose men. With each one she had become more defeated. I could see it physically weighing on her shoulders. She went into the storage room. I wanted to ask her if she was ok. I was concerned when I came into the room finding her weeping on the floor. I took her into my arms, just wanting to support her, make her feel a little bit better. She had curled her into me, clinging to me like a lifeline. I was happy it was me. It hurt me to see her so upset.

It hurt me even more when I watched that man shake her so violently as she stood there and took it. I was overcome with anger and before I knew it I had punched the man. She wore a blank expression on her face, as I scanned her body for injuries. Her cheek welted and red. I was ready to turn around and hit the man again. He must’ve struck her before I saw them together. Then she pushed me away, yelled at me, told me she didn’t need me, didn’t want me. So I wanted to hurt her like she hurt me when she came to apologise letting my anger get the better of me. Now I regret it. I wish I just hugged her and told her I forgave her. But I didn’t, I was cruel and hurt her back.

I don’t sleep at all, thinking all night of the apology I am going to say to her. I look at the clock, the next shift almost starting. I jiggle my leg anxiously waiting for her to walk through the door. An hour passes and she still hasn’t arrived. I stare at the door, begging for her to walk through.

“Joe?” A nurse asks me, I glance at her nodding my head, then turning my attention back to the front door. “You’re for discharge. You can go.” The nurse tells me, reading from the notes.

“What?” I ask, focussing on her fully now.

“Your wound is all healed. Your rifle is kept at the front desk so you can collect your gear and leave.” She smiles walking away. I stand from my bed following after her.

“Is Goody coming in today?” I ask, she gives me a confused look, “Sorry, Y/N.” She smiles recognising who I am talking about now.

“Oh no. It’s her day off.” The young nurse says, looking disappointed. “She’s at the apartment. Second floor, green building, in the middle of town you can’t miss it.” She smiles at me, I look down at her name badge.

“Thanks Mary.” I say taking off out of the aid station. I run as fast as I can, through the town to find that damn green building.

#ehhhhh #Liebgott #making me blush #stop it #ahhhhhh #I want him to press me into a shelf #ahahah #someone stop me #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #fanfic #hbo war

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estelle-speaks · 1 year

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Thinking about Eddie singing a metal cover of ‘Hey Stephen’ by Taylor Swift at a Corroded Coffin gig to whoo Steve

#all those other girls are beautiful #but would they write a song for you #Steve would be blushing in the crowd #I’ve told y’all Steve is a swiftie #im obsessed #ahahah #steddie #Steve Harrington #eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #estelle speaks #stranger things #Taylor Swift #st

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meezer · 6 months

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he asked me which companion's blood I would drink if given the opportunity. I told him I'd drink his and he liked that. he's so insane that saying "I'd like to drink your blood" worked as a flirt. my goth wife...

#I did the 'you're looking at other necks? I'm hurt' dialogue line too. the thing he says in response.. I blushed a little bit not gonna lie #<- man who can't stop blushing. AHAHAH I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR MY CHEEKS ARE SO ROSY DUDEEEEE. LAUGH

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the-casbah-way · 8 months

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*kisses your hand gently like a dude from the 1800’s or whatever* Hi 8)

are you attempting to court me

#you may if you wish #but it’s like whatever ahahah [blushing and giggling]#also hi #sorry i can’t stop using this gif #it was my favourite on twitter and i just found out it’s on here too this is huge for me

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satoruluvies · 23 days

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jjk men when you call them your husband

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji and sukuna

requested !

wasn't sure if anon wanted an smau or a written one for this so i turned it into a drabble ahahah

gojo: he'd be listening to you yap with an endearing look, half registering what you're saying and mostly just admiring you until that one word would snap him out of his own thoughts. he'd let you continue but then let out a chuckle, not being able to contain himself. when asked why he'd just kiss you on the lips “i can't wait to marry you.”

geto: “how could my husband be prettier than me?” at his geto would just laugh. he would then pull you closer into his arms and utter words of how he finds you the prettiest, most beautiful person to exist. when asked if he isn't flustered at you calling him your husband he'd just shrug “we're basically married already” the slight redness in his cheeks and the tips of his ears with the twitching on the corner of his lips says otherwise about his nonchalant front.

nanami: nanami always knew he would get married to you. but when he heard the word ‘husband’ coming from your lips he still blushes. nanami isn't one to express himself much but he finds himself doing so around you. he'd fix his tie and then mess with his glasses and when inquired about his behaviour he gently caresses your hands, imagining the band of metal to grace your finger that he'd get you soon. “i’m glad we're on the same page about our future”

choso: “husband? are you sure?” you knew what he'd meant by this. he's a half curse and that fact always bothered him but not you. you'd tell him that you didn't care about anything of that sort and he'd cry. choso is a very fragile person and very emotional in contrast to the stoic appearance he has. you adored that part of him so much. “hell we're not even married yet and i’m already crying this much” he'd say between sniffles as you rub his back comfortingly.

toji: you were skeptical about doing this prank on him because he's been married and it was a heavy topic. you did not want to remind him or yourself of it but your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to slip it out anyway. silence followed and your heart sank. you look away and scolded yourself mentally for this. hearing him shift you expected him to walk out but he didn't. he pulls you into an embrace and whispers a bunch of i love yous into your ears. he wasn't a good person particularly but a good husband? he was sure as hell he'd try his hardest for you.

sukuna: “what was that?” you'd hesitate to repeat yourself but his authorative voice would make you do whatever he says. “... my husband” you'd stutter and he'd shake his head. “say that with more pride, i’d like my queen to actually like being my queen”. upon being reminded that this wasn't the heian era anymore he'd speak of the prestige he'd use to have and the privileges that come along with it. you'd be annoyed and tell him to return and fool around with his numerous concubines before storming off. he'd however, would stop you and drag you back “i wasn't done. all that prestige could not compare to a lifetime with you. you'll be my queen, heian era or not.”

it just kept getting longer as it went on lmao

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richardxoliverxmayhew · 1 year

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❝—Happy birthday, darling. The kilt is actually meant for me, to be worn for your viewing pleasure.❞

Birthday Greetings/Presents for Richard: ACCEPTING

II @vxctorx

With the blonde’s sweet greeting, and with the sight of the unexpected presents, Richard immediately lunged himself at the other and wrapped his arms around Vic, trapping the taller in the tightest bear hug. “Thank ye’, Vic. Ye’ really didn’t have to get me anythin’. I-... I love ‘em they’re--”

The Scotsman’s words came to a halt at the mention of the kilt. “Oh. Is tha’ righ’?” Suddenly, Richard broke the tight embrace, tucked the bottle of scotch and chocolates under one arm, before draping the kilt over Vic’s shoulder and playfully dragged him by the front of his collar towards the nearby bedroom. “Tha’ does it. After both of us down this bo’le of scotch, yer’ wearin’ tha’ kilt for the rest of the nigh’. And ye’ cannae’ say no ‘cause it’s my birthday. Tha’s the rules I’m afraid,” he grinned.

#vxctorx #answered ask;#richards birthday;#//first of all ghjkdshkjdshg this is so sweeeeet! 🥺 richard is somebody who never expects people to remember his birthday//#//what more spoil him on his special day so ahhhhh!!! this was so cuteeee 😭//#//second of all omggg 😳 the image of Vic in a kilt now 🙈 ur making Richard and I blush ahahah 😌😍//#//best birthday present ever xD//#hes half of my soul as the poets say;#period;uni days;v

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luveline · 8 months

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JADE!!! WE WOULD LOVE TO SEE ANOTHER SPENCER X BADASS GIRL!!! maybe its a quiet day and reader & spencer just chilling and joking around in their little world and the others just watching ahahah

thank you for your request babe, I would love to write more for this pairing if u have requests!! ♡ fem!reader

"What are they doing?" Emily asks, a fierce whisper that carries across the jet.

"I think they're flirting," JJ whispers back.

Hotch closes the case file in front of him. There's nothing left to do until they get home but sit here in each other's company. You and Spencer seem to have realised this before anybody else, shoulder to shoulder, a book in his hands. He's slouched with his leg crossed over his knee, taking up the majority of the couch. You seem content to take the brunt of his weight while giggling softly by his ear.

Hotch can't lie, he's genuinely startled by your behaviour. It's the total opposite of your usual affect.

"That's not flirting," Rossi says without looking up.

Hotch has to agree. You brush a stray hair from Spencer's shoulder and he doesn't so much as blush, turning the page to show you something particular. You lean in closer still, hand resting now on his shoulder.

That's not flirting, that's way beyond it. Spencer is practically in your lap, and you —wouldn't hug anyone on your birthday, didn't tell them where you were for four days when you had appendicitis until you were forced, cold, lone wolf you— look like you're about to cuddle him close and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

You're in your own little world.

"I stopped expecting her to push him off twenty minutes ago," Derek says, as seemingly unbothered as Rossi.

"Don't tell me you knew about this," Emily says incredulously.

"They've been going on dates."

"They what?"

You laugh happily at Spencer's side, pointing at a specific line with the tip of your fingernail. "When asked, Moroscova said that the length of his stay was an act of perjury," you read.

Spencer laughs at your quotation, sharing a secret smile with you. "That haircut is an act of perjury."

Your eyes glow with a look Hotch knows well. Haley looked at him like that for years. "Thanks for reading this with me. I know I'm slow."

"You're not slow. I'm really fast. There's a difference."

It's the definition of young love, Hotch thinks, all those heartfelt reassurances disguised as brags, stolen touches, Spencer's knuckles stroking up and down your outer thigh.

He turns back to his book and you stare at the side of his face. It's a little heartbreaking. Hotch knows if things don't work out between you, you'll take it hard. Your affection for Spencer has always been in the silent things, undulating, until lately: you listen to him talk when nobody else has the patience, what must amass to hours and hours of stories and statistics; you defend him at every turn, in every precinct in every city; when Spencer has a hard time, you refuse to rest until he feels better. The case before this one, the unsub beat you across the face with the handle of his gun, and you leaned out of the ambulance with your eye glued shut to make sure Spencer got anaesthetic before his stitches. You look at him like he's hanging the moon in real time.

"Okay, that's too much," Derek says. Hotch detects a hint of brotherly affection in it, but mostly disgust.

You raise your gaze from Spencer's chest, the breezy smile playing on your lips flattening into a hard line. You send Derek your fiercest glare, him being the first in your line of sight, and Emily gets the shock of her life when you turn and narrow your eyes at her, too.

Emily smiles widely. "Hey, how's it going over there?" she asks.

"Why are you guys looking at me?" you ask.

"You can't guess?" Derek says.

"If I could guess, I wouldn't have asked."

Hotch gives you a disapproving look. Tone it down, Agent.

"I just wanna know what's so interesting," you say, leaning into indifference.

Spencer looks up from his book. "What?"

"Nothing," you say, your tone gentler in a capacity only profilers might notice. "Don't worry about it."

Spencer sits up and your eyebrows pinch down. Hotch wants to save it and he also doesn't get paid enough. Everything works out in the end, he thinks, not believing himself even slightly as he gets up to make a cup of coffee at the back of the jet. Your sullen tones hardly reach him through the curtain and over the sound of the hot water kettle, Spencer's puzzled reassuring even quieter.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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n3ptoonz · 4 months

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mind writing for the Earthrealm men getting caught masturbating by the reader??👀

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to getting caught 🥩 👊🏾 by reader

warnings: suggestive; a lil steamy, i play too much (was sick and ovulating while writing this help me god), GERAS SPOTTED???

reverse roles here

Johnny Cage

Left the door open on purpose. WIDE OPEN. There he lied on his silk linens, blasting Marvin Gaye and going to town without taking his eyes off the door. Honestly wouldn't be surprised if he added a sexy ninja mime (i will never stop referencing past games) to act out him getting caught

When you "catch" him all you can do is facepalm, but it's outta love. Expect to have him let loose 50 cheesy pick up lines, dick in hand and all. Like he would still jerk it like he wasn't stuttering over his words once you took over

If you join the cheesy line fun, he may or may not cum on the spot. He loves when you're playful back. And tease him a lot. But like. Way more than he teases you. He can and will fall in love all over again (he will also bust quickly to this too. MULTIPLE times)

Raiden

This cutie pie. Snookums bbg. Blushing like a fool because you managed to overhear him utter your name multiple times in a hushed voice dripping with lust

I fully see him falling out of his bed and scrambling to pull his covers down with him just to cover his lower half. He gets even more nervous when he sees you not even attempting to leave, but instead having an inviting look on your face

Cue the comically loud gulp sound effect. His pretty brown eyes never left your figure, sitting on the hardwood floor with a painful erection between his thighs under a rather comfortable blanket. You'd have to ask if he wants help from your own lips, otherwise no sound would be in the room other than steady breathing and his heart thumping loud as hell (he says yes at the speed of light)

Smoke

Deer in headlights. One minute ago he was furiously zerkin it like there was no tomorrow, slutty sounds escaping his lips with no shame. Now he's like...oh...! You heard that..? Ahahah..

Would apologize so many times he ends up doing it in Czech. Please tell him it's okay😭In fact you'd only shut him up by telling him it was hot

Activates self indulgence beam I think...he'd be into it if you told him to finish what he started. Like sitting in a chair and watching him and he's not allowed to close his eyes- IM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF (fic idea huehue)(if you write it before me, tag me.) But also albeit he stumbles over his words, he'd find some sort of way to ask for your help

Geras

WHAT!!! GERAS I KNOW WTF WHAT yeah he may be an immortal being but the man has his own needs. And is it even a question like...you're wondering how THAT fits in his hand like jesus christ you're going to kill someone sir (i got next)

It's nothing extravagant. He wasn't summoned by Liu Kang for a while, so he figured why not? He doesn't get much time to himself so let's crank one real quick 👀

Think of any scene from mk11 where he got "hurt" and was grunting, that's the sounds he was making and you could hear it through his door. But you thought he was hurt, so you came through the door just to be greeted by a SNAKE in his grip

Surprisingly calm...almost too calm...did he predict this? Who knows, all we know is you interrupted him and would definitely like your help. Does not shy away from this request too but that's how we like it 😈

Liu Kang

A similar incident with Geras. You overheard him while you wandered through his mansion trying to find and surprise him. So when you finally found his bedroom door and barged in, thinking he needed help, there he was dick in hand and completely unexpecting

He would try to remain calm but it would be clear as day that he was nervous. He'd quickly cover up with a pillow and give a small smile, asking if you needed anything like he wasn't shirtless and heart pumping at mach speeds

In his mind was like a static sound as he tried to focus on not getting hard again looking at you, feeling a little guilty as he couldn't help his instincts. I guess the God contract never said escaping from mortal desires! You offer to join the fun and he's like HUH...well, if you insist! (again he looks calm but is very, very excited, i promise)

Kung Lao

He had been schmeat beating after his long days of training so this isn't a new occurrence for him. But obviously, you've never walked in on him before. He was always able to get it done before he saw or met with you

Normally you rendezvous to Madam Bo's but you're like hm, why not bring him something to eat since you know he had a long day! Once you entered it didn't take you long to hear him calling your name from his room, so naturally you thought he knew you were here. But...it started to become like a chant. His voice breathy and deep (save me shaolin monk save me-) So when you check it out you find him with his head thrown back, hair messy and coated in sweat

The favoritism is leaking through the screen LMFAOOO He heard the door creak and yelped, asking why you were there so early out of breath you held the to-go bag in your hands with pure shock, immediately getting the idea to tease the shit out of him. He does it to you all the time, why not return the favor?! And he's like well?? Are you gonna help??? UH YA I WAS GETTING TO THAT😹😹

Scorpion

Kuai Liang rarely ever has the time to even talk to you, let alone talk to himself! So one of the few times he didn't think you were showing up to the temple but he had time to himself that he didn't think would last very long, he just needed to relieve his own stress real quick

Damn, he forgot he invited you to the temple since it was a slow day. You were appointed to his room by one of the recruits and sang his name, opening the door to the sound of squelching and panting

Your little song came to a stop at the same time of his gasp; eyes locked on yours. He wanted to smile, and drop everything to greet you like the situation wasn't what it was, but before he could even begin to hide himself you calmly close the door and watch his demeanor quickly switch to smug...it's gonna be a long day for the both of you😮‍💨

Sub-Zero

I'm using the same scenario from my first bi-han fic bc i said so, bite me!

He was avoiding you because he couldn't control himself around you any longer. The more he thought about you and how you pissed him off to great lengths before has him wanting to do terrible...terrible things (shoutout loki)(i've never seen loki) but he must suffice with pleasuring himself to the thought of you, the way your voice rang in his head, and how hot you looked patching up his injuries

When you caught him oh he was so sexually frustrated he couldn't think straight, panically pulling you into his room dick swinging and all. The scowl on his face didn't match the pink blush that was starting to form at how you looked at him. Why you were at his door is the least of his concerns, if you don't help him take care of this right now he might lose his mind 🥹

Kenshi Takahashi

He wasn't supposed to be last but I accidentally clicked on a tumblr notification and lost my notes on him so. LETS TRY THIS SHIT AGAIN.

When you caught him he was so so embarrassed. Don't let the calm and hot and sexy demeanor fool you, when it came to you it's like he's a clone; unrecognizable. He was stuttering and trying to justify whatever you just saw but then also asks why you showed up unannounced

You explain he said to come around this time a few days ago to spend some time together, and now he was mentally kicking himself bc how could he forget something so simple?! But hey, the fact that you weren't even budging, and even approaching him with a smile on your face told him all he needed to know. And who is he to say no to some help from a fine individual like you???

a/n: cranked this request out for y'all (fic might be posted today) this is a gift from me to you guys 😄 happy christmas and merry holidays to any and all cultures that do or don't celebrate during this time fr ❤️

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whalesforhands · 4 months

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kaizen daycare! 1

summary: you love taking care of such adorable children, and they love you in return. however, it seems that you’ve garnered more than just the attention of some cute kids.

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You rejected him again.

“So how about tomorrow? I’ll come pick you up for dinner at my place?” His genteel smile, his captivating eyes, black hair draping over his shoulders as he’s leaning down slightly to stand before you, his three children long strapped into their seats within his car to ensure that they don’t overhear his conversation.

(Note that they could still very much see him, twins practically clambering over Megumi to get a better view of you two through the car window.)

Your pretty eyes are shifty, averting away from him as you scratch at your cheek. “Mmm, I’m afraid I won’t be available tomorrow, Geto-san.”

He’s already deflating, a barely put-together smile starting to give way to a frown as he nearly fails to hide his disappointment. He shouldn’t push you for a reason, right?

(Right…?)

“Ahh, I see. I suppose we could plan for another day, then.” He’s not going to hound you for an answer if you won’t tell him voluntarily.

“I’m really thankful for the invitation though, I’m sure you and your husband make great food!” A cute grin overtakes your face as your eyes turn into adorable crescents, a hand placed on your cheek. “I surely wouldn’t mind getting to eat the extra cookies you bake all the time.”

His heart melts. You’re forgiven.

Geto Suguru wants to slam his head into the steering wheel. Cookies, cookies— They were just made as an excuse to give way to longer conversations with you—!

“Papa, are you okay?” Mimiko’s shy voice is heard along the ride home, the passing streetlamps giving a warm glow to the interior of the car in contrast to the otherwise darkened, gloomy atmosphere of their father.

“Papa is… Just fine…” If getting rejected by someone as lovely as you 6 times in a row is considered fine, anyway. “Thank you for asking, dear.” He’s basically sulking as his eyes are kept on the road, a deep sigh leaving him as he turns a corner.

Eh? Mimiko really doesn’t think he’s fine at all. Did something upset him today?

“Oh, oh! Nanako knows why, Mimi!” The excited blonde is jumping in her seat as she raises an arm in the air, as if waiting to be called upon. “Gumi and I figured it out wayyyyy fast!”

“It wasn’t hard.” Megumi is almost looking triumphant, cute, chubby arms crossed and proud.

“…Is that so, sweethearts?” Suguru’s eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, amethyst purple meeting overjoyed brown and blank green that nods at his sister’s antics. “Care to tell what you think is making Papa sad?”

(There’s no way they figured it out, right? They may be his kids, but still…)

“Cause…” A contemplative finger on her lip as she lets the tension of unknowing rise for dramatic effect, an innocent grin on her cute face. “Cause Daddy and Papa are hopeless at getting (name)-sensei’s attention!”

Geto Suguru really wants to slam his head into the steering wheel now.

——

“AHAHAH!” There’s a loud laughter about the room now that Gojo Satoru has appeared, bathrobe around his form and towel in his hair as he kicks his feet into the air whilst laying down, held within Suguru’s embrace as he holds his stomach.

“Can’t— Hahah!” He’s struggling to breathe, a deep intaking of air as he gasps. “Pfft, believe how that sensei is so~ oblivious.” He wipes a tear from his eye, his voice finally finding itself as he rolls onto his side to face his pouty husband.

“Aren’t you laughing a little too much, Satoru?” The red on Suguru’s cheeks is very apparent as the shame manifests itself on his face. How many failures does he need? Geto Suguru was so sure that you had liked them, would even go as far as believing that you definitely had the hots for them.

(Because, who wouldn’t?)

“Aww, is wittle Suguwu hwurt?” An arm props his head up to better see his the blushing red of his husband. “Want a wittle kissy? Satoru will indulge you— OW!” He feels himself lose balance before his back his flat against the bed, an unimpressed Suguru atop of him.

Narrowed purple and playful blue meet as the black-haired male continues to straddle him. “Not the point, Satoru.” A pat to the smiling man’s cheek. “We haven’t made progress at all—“

“Don’t worry your pretty head off about our adorable teacher.” A smirk as Geto feels a hand trail up his thigh, exceeding close to the boxers he donned for bed.

“I got just the plan.” A wink as he grabs his waist, using his body weight to roll them over so that he would be the one on top, a loving hand stroking Suguru’s cheek.

“And I’m certain it’ll work this time~”

——

“Good morning… You’re awfully early today, Gojo-san…” A yawn escapes your lips as you hold a still sleeping Nanako in your arms, cradling her close and stroking her head as Gojo held the other two.

(You look awfully domestic. It makes his heart all the more softer at the sight.)

“And I’m sorry for that, sweet thing.” He adjusts a stirring Mimiko in his hold. “The family’s been too busy with our move lately, ya know? Gotta drop them off early to get the rest of the boxes.” His grin is ever bright as he follows you into the daycare, his footsteps light and his body close as they tested the limits of your boundaries.

(Truth was, he didn’t even need to move any boxes or anything. He just wanted to see you.)

“You must be working very hard, Gojo-san.” You hum quietly as you reach the nap area, the nightlights on and encompassing the room with their comfy glow as you gently kneel down to place a still sleeping Nanako onto a mattress, the man’s shoulder grazing yours as he placed the rest of his kids together.

“I think the change of pace is worth it. The relocation is gonna be a benefit to all of us.”

(My, is the new home that good?)

“It must be exhausting having to move houses, though.” You take this chance to poke at one of the mochi-like cheeks of Megumi, watching as his little nose twitches. “I hope you’re letting them get enough rest, Gojo-san.”

“Oho, plenty!” A glimmer of his teeth as you catch his bright smile. “You could even say they’re so excited, they can barely sleep thinking about yo— It.”

You’re humming as you follow-up with the light chatter, just happy to be able to have such light-hearted conversation with the man, ignoring how his fingers brushed against your own when you both reached for the blanket at the same time.

(This isn’t the time to think about such things! And he’s married!)

Unlike his husband, Gojo Satoru always seemed so hard to read, so hard to approach even after you’ve seen the softer, sweeter sides of him.

He was simply… Intimidating in his own right.

There is an odd, palpable air inbetween the two of you as the silence starts to drag, a gaze that’s seemingly stuck on you that hints and twinges between the line of unsettling. Hmm… You must be kind of tired today.

“Say, Gojo-san.” You’re getting up, patting off your apron and the almost scary tension as you lead him out the nap room. “Is your place near this area? I’ll be happy to help you find your way around.” Your back is turned to him as you gently close the door.

(You turn around only to meet the same intense blue, looking like they were glaring into your very being.)

“Well, we just moved into the apartment complex not far from here.” He takes a pause to tuck a loose strand of your hair back that your drowsy form fails to take note of. “I think it was—” His intense eyes glance downwards meet your dazed own, playful and prodding blue to the innocently awaiting you.

(So cute.)

“Akutami Estate.”

Your once sleepy self perks up at that mention, certainly recognizing that name.

“What a coincidence, Gojo-san! I happen to live within that building too!”

“That so? My, what a coincidence indeed.” His returning grin is bright, but his eyes are hard to read considering the sunglasses that had been slid back in place to hide them from your view.

“So, how about a little housewarming dinner tonight? My place, of course.”

There’s no way you can refuse now, right?

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“Shokoooooo…!” You’re whining as you sat on her chair, making grabby hands for her whilst slumped into the plush seat.

“You’re awfully needy today. What’s the matter?” She’s patting your head as you suddenly lean forward to wrap your arms around her hips, your face dug into her side as you muffled incoherent words into her doctor’s coat.

“What? Don’t speak with my clothes in your mouth.”

You pull away, pouting up at her with what looked like glossed over eyes. “I think I just doomed myself…”

“Huh?”

#kdc au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader

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anime-fan-05 · 7 months

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Kimetsu no Yaiba ~You call them 'handsome' 2nd part~

First part is here and third part is here.

T. Giyuu

He'll need a minute to realize what you've told him: Giyuu.exe has stopped working; press a button to restart

When he recovers, he'll look away to hide his blush

After, he'll go away

The next day, he'll bring you a dark pink rose (it symbolizes gratitude)

"You're more beautiful than me. Thanks for all."

R. Kyojuro

His smile will get even bigger and an adorable blush will spread across his cheeks

He'll giggle and thank you shouting

"Ahahah! Thank you, my little flame, but your beauty far surpasses mine."

Then, he'll hug you and hold you close to him

When you part from the hug, he'll give you a sweet kiss

S. Sanemi

Tsundere Sanemi in action!

"W-what are you saying?! I'm not handsome!"

He'll turn with his back to you, but, if you pay attention, you'll see the tips of his ears turn red

He'll murmur you're more beautiful than him something

"Huh, did you say something, Nemi?" "N-no!"

T. Muichiro

He'll continue to do what he was doing for a minute

Then, when he realizes it, he'll freeze for a few seconds and his cheeks will turn slightly pink

He'll nod and thank you

The next day, he'll come back to you and hug you

"Kanroji said I should have hugged you and told you you're beautiful too, so I do it now."

💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮

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miloformula123fan · 2 months

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Could you do fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader where he's got into crash and she's worried because she thinks he'll never got the chance to know that she's pregnant? Add something you'd like. Thanks :))

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fernando alonso x wife!reader

“Be safe, please, mi amor.” he held Fernando in her arms as he paused getting ready to turn around and look at her.

“I am always Carina… Podium on the cards for today haha” He smiled

“Ha, got a surprise for you after the race…if you get a podium today of course.” She looked down, smiling, thinking of the surprise she had planned.

“A nice surprise I hope carina…” He winked and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the implications of his flirty statement, and the blushes of the mechanics who had heard their conversation.

“Not that kind of surprise, but I think you’ll be happy nonetheless…” She smiled knowingly as he looked slightly puzzled before the activity seemed to pick up and was aware he needed to start getting ready.

“As long as you are feeling better than you were this morning I will always be happy.” He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

She gave him his traditional pre race good luck kiss and then his helmet was on his head and he was in the car.

Y/N snuck into Nando’s room, being let in by his trainer Alex. She placed the box on his massage table. It was a pretty simple box, all that was inside was a sonogram, a baby onesie and the positive pregnancy test that was gonna change their lives.

She’d been feeling sick for a couple of weeks now, and when she’d missed her period she’s had a hunch as to what it could be, but it wasn’t until she had bailed on a triple header because she hadn’t been feeling well, that she’d had time to take the test, freak out about how positive it was.

(she’d called Mark in a panic, and then he’d added Jenson to the call in his panic and then they’d just had Mark, Seb and Jenson on a call freaking out, not helping her to calm down in the slightest, but making her laugh. Eventually Hanna had tried to work out what the fuck was going on with her husband, and had provided some actually useful advice)

Following Hanna’s advice, she’d gone to the doctors and gotten the ultrasound photo. She’d sent Hanna and Lance a photo of the ultrasound, to thank Hanna for her help in the boys panic call, and to let Lance know that he would be the godfather (she thought Nando would like that) but not to tell Nando, as she hadn’t told him yet, but she needed to tell someone. The doctor had confirmed that everything was going okay and that she was about 10 weeks along. Y/N had immediately spotted the onesie online and ordered it, preparing to tell Nando whenever she saw him. The onesie arrived fairly quickly, however, trying to keep the onesie, the test and the sonogram hidden from him for the week that he was home before the Spanish grand prix. She wanted him to know immediately because they’d been trying for so long and so many fails that it was a fucking miracle right now.

Their miracle. Their miracle baby.

Finally the week had arrived and she’d hidden the box with Nando’s personal trainer, who handed it to her after she’d given her good luck wishes to him and he’d sat in the car. She made sure to make it back for the start of the race, so as to not raise any suspicion. And then it was lights out and away they went.

The race had been going well for Fernando. Actually better than well. He was in P2, not even a second behind Perez. It had been helpful that Max had had his first mechanical failure in like 5 years, taking him out of the lead, and promoting everyone up a place. And now Fernando was contending for the lead. Y/N was so excited for him, she couldn’t wait to see him on the top step of the podium and then tell him the awesome news.

Of course then it all went horribly wrong.

Crofty’s voice filled her ears, “AND THAT’S FERNANDO ALONSO GOING FOR THE LEAD OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX GOING FOR HIS 33RD WIN GOING AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF SERGIO PEREZ AND THEY TOUCH AND THAT’S BOTH OF THEM GOING INTO THE BARRIERS AND OUT OF THE RACE WHICH PROMOTES LANDO NORRIS INTO THE LEAD OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX AND THAT’S A BIG CRASH. FERNANDO IS WEDGED BETWEEN PEREZ AND THE BARRIERS, AND HIS CHASSIS LOOKS CRUSHED and we are really hoping that he is okay there.”

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

No response.

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

Y/N could feel her legs getting weak, and could tell that the people around her were holding her up. She remembers being introduced to Shakira at the start of grand prix, and she complimented her nails. She could feel the nails digging into her left arm, which meant that Shakira was holding her up right now, and if Fernando's life wasn’t at threat, she might be fangirling right now. Still no response.

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

No response. Their miracle wasn’t going to meet their dad

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

fuck.

“And while i’m not entirely sure why Fernando wasn’t responding on the radio just then, but I can now tell you that he is walking out of the crash and he seems all okay.”

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and tried standing up while letting out wet sobs. She knew she was probably on TV right now, looking a mess, being held up by Shakira and crying when her husband was all okay, but that didn’t matter.

Because Fernando was okay.

She followed his progress on the TV as the team moved the focus to Lance and potentially getting him a win. But she tracked him until he was back in the garage and back safe in her arms. Whispering his reassurances to her.

This was also being broadcast, but she didn’t care.

He was safe and he was in her arms.

Y/N followed Fernando into his driver's room, entirely forgetting about the surprise that she had left in his room until they came in and she saw the box sitting on the massage table.

Fernando turned around to her in confusion, “Did you leave this here Carina?”

“Uhh, yeah but it’s nothing, it was supposed to be a surprise for when you got your podium, so look at it later maybe…”

Within 2 strides Fernando was at the box and lifting off the lid. There goes the plan of telling him when he was in a good mood.

Fernando pulled out the onesie, black with a message of ‘daddy’s little race engineer’. Maybe Y/N’s hormones were hitting hard today because the sight of Nando holding a baby onesie was enough to bring her to tears, imagining Nando holding their baby.

“What is this carina?”

“It’s ummm, the surprise I mentioned before…I wanted you to see it when you got your podium, so you can ignore it I guess…”

“No, no, I mean, why is there a sonogram, baby onesie and pregnancy test in here? Is Lance having a baby and wanting to let me know I was the godfather?”

“No, no, mi sol, it’s ours.”

“Ours?”

“Our baby.”

Y/N watched as Fernando processed the words. And then all of a sudden she was being picked up and spun around in a hug as Fernando cried at her.

“Our baby…oh Carina…our baby! I’m so happy right now.”

He was practically yelling, so a few team members came to see what was going on. And then walked in on a happy couple, sobbing to each other as they curled up on the floor. A baby onesie in one’s hands, and the sonogram in the other.

And all of a sudden the media could wait.

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sydneyyuu · 17 days

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Hiiii. Can you do one where the usually calm and composed Captain Levi turns into a nervous, stuttering mess in front of y/n? And then everyone notices and teases him abt it. I think that would be so cute ahahah

(ooo yes I can!!)

Levi x reader

Shy boy..

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

Levi sat down next to you in the mess Hall, he didn't look at you or at least not on purpose. The rest of his squad and commanders sat on the same table, chatting and laughing away. Levi noticed you had a couple of bruises on your hands from training and how you are struggling to hold the fork. He spoke up

"hey, if you hold it central it might be easier."

You looked over and did as he suggested, it was a bit easier than before and definitely made a difference.

"oh, that did help..thank you captain"

Your soft smile caused him to look away and just respond with a "mhm"

"have you had the same injury before?"

Your curiosity caught his attention again, he couldn't just ignore you, he showed you his hand which had lots of scars and bruises on. He didn't expect your hand to touch his.

"oi, watch it"

His eyes watched you carefully

"sorry, I just wanted to look...I didn't know you had so many."

Your fingers gently went over some of the scars along his fingers and knuckles. Levi's eyes softened, he was slightly confused and uncomfortable because he doesn't receive attention like this. You soon started asking questions

"do you do a lot of hand to hand combat?"

You kept his hand lightly in yours as your fingers traced his bruising

"i- yes I do...that's why they are s-scarred all the time.."

Levi tried to sound professional but the feeling of your fingers tracing his skin made it difficult for Levi to focus.

"oh cool, you must take care of yourself then...I mean your hands are still soft."

You smiled and Levi nodded, averted his gaze and not having the strength and confidence to pull his hand away.

Hange was on the other side of the table and her eyes met the little scene in front of her, she smiled wildly and nudge Erwin. Erwin looked over at Hange and followed her gaze, seeing Levi's blushing face as you asked questions about his scars and bruises, soon enough the whole table was secretly watching you both. Levi didn't take his eyes off you, you're asking so many questions and don't seem to be weirded out or somewhat disgusted by his scarred hands and bruises.

"does that mean that your hands are stronger now? The bones of course"

Your voice just made him embarrassed and he turned his head away, burying it in his coat

"Y-yeah...they are a-alot stronger.."

After a couple more minutes everyone started to get up, you said goodbye to Levi and he was left alone with Erwin Hange. They looked over at him.

"uh...well Levi, I didn't expect you to be the shy type-"

"s-shut the fuck up erwin."

Levi got up and walked away after snapping at Erwin, his face was all hot and red and he could hear his squad snickering about what happened, they teased and smirked.

Levi still felt the warmth of your hand tracing and holding his..

☘️𝆤࿚࿙𝆤𝆤࿚۶ৎ𝆤࿙𝆤𖹭𝆤࿚𝆤۶ৎ࿙𝆤𝆤࿚࿙𝆤☘️

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman x reader #headcanons #captain levi #levi #levi ackerman x female reader #levi aot #aot levi ackerman

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Yang: Hey Weiss? What're you doing here at the hospital?

Weiss: Jaune got frostbite all over his face ...

Yang: Really? What'd he do? Make out with the ice in the Freezer?

Weiss: *Blushing* I'd rather not talk about it.

Yang: ... oh. Oh! HA! AHAHAH! That's Hilarious-

Weiss: Why are you here?

Yang: *Blushing* NO Reason!

Weiss: ... Blake has burns all over her face, doesn't she?

Yang: ...

Weiss: You know what? It's her fault. I know she like that 'happy trail' or what ever it's called.

Yang: ... She's also really Good With her tongue.

Weiss: So is Jaune.

#rwby #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #rwby shitpost #whiteknight #white knight #rwby whiteknight #bumbleby #bumblby

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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DON'T tell me you too hc Shanks as the shameless pervert??!! Like the type that's very comfortable with sex and very experienced DILF lmao 😭

Corruption kink?? I thought it was obvious 🙄

That guy could talk about the nastiest kink the same way he talks about the groceries 😩 "...and then she nearly passed out! Haha, I think it's cuz she had all her holes-" "SHANKS-!! OMG- YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT-!!" but you low-key love it when he does

😭😭😩😩

A/N: YKW…. if you don’t mind imma use your amazing response to blast Shanks kinks because why not Ahahah

Shanks Kinks/What Turns Him On (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: KINKS, It’s Pretty Short General List, I Believe He Has More, But These Scream “Shanks”💀

Kinks:

Corruption Kink: He will swear up and down that he doesn’t have one of you tell him, corruption? Absolutely not he loves women he would never—

Shanks loves seeing a pretty innocent thing like yourself not having a clue in the world how to please a man. He can get off on the thought alone of how embarrassed you’d be learning about taking his cock and not knowing how to handle it and so after one night of partying and charming he starts you off by having you face the mirror in his room, air making your nipples erect and naked on his clothed lap. “There you go…ah ah keep looking in the mirror for me.” He guides your hand to rub your clit teaching you how to touch yourself, “It’s okay you can cum…” You whine and grind your hips on his and your own hand. It won’t be long until he shows you how to properly use your mouth. Knowing he took something so important and sacred is a form of ownership that he gets riled up of feeling.

Exhibitionism: Shanks has little to any care about the consequences of ignorant decisions. He could care less.

He totally doesn’t mind a show as long as said person doesn’t get too close. There are plenty of times Shanks didn’t have time to take a woman back to the ship or the hotel and just did a quickie in a bar hallway or an alleyway. Ironically he still haven’t been caught.

Dirty Talk: If he is feeling sweet he will describe what he is going to do to you, but if he is feeling like a little brat he won’t be above making you describe to him what you want him to do—

“Yeah? And then what?” You’ve been on the edge for what seems hours with his fingers and tongue switching places in your aching cunt. Your legs were embarrassingly spread open because he tied them up at the end of the bed posts. He constantly swirlied the tip of his wet muscle on your clit, driving you mad, you could have just grabbed his head to shove his entire mouth inside you, but you knew better than to disobey Shanks. “Then….I—ah! Want you…” “Want me to what, darling? Hold you? Feed you?—“ “Fuck me, Shanks! I want you to fuck me with you cock please!!”

Breeding: I mean is this even—-hello..he’s a certified dilf.

Ironically he does try to practice safe sex when he used to screw random women on the grand line, but Shanks has no problem with fucking the woman he loves raw. When he is close your body is pulled in even closer, he’ll be damned if any of his seed is wasted. His arm pushes your pelvis higher into his, this is usually when he starts to make more noise grunts and cursing in your ear. He wants you to cum with him because the feeling of how you clench still sucking him and his cum in makes his mind go numb. Sometimes if any does drip out he’ll scoop it and finger it back in you regardless of the painful overstimulation. Because he hates to waste.

What Turns Him On:

Walking around naked: I mean it’s pretty obvious pretty much any man loves to see their woman naked, but when he is greeted with you in nothing, but your ass as you bend over the bed to grab something, he won’t think twice to fuck you right there with his cock out of his pants, too eager to get completely nude.

Teasing Him: He is the master at making you flustered. Even though it’s damn near impossible to make him blush even when he’s drunk, It’s just something about when you feel bold enough to say something back at him or even whisper in his ear how badly you need him that really perks up an honest smile and an honest hard on.

The Way You Moan His Name: He cannot get enough of it. It’s so soft, and breathless sometimes while he is in missionary with you he will groan in your ear “Say my name.” Repeatedly Sometimes you can use it to tease him in public to rile him up. Fair warning though, if he is in a slightly annoyed mood you’ll pay for it later.

#shanks x y/n #shanks x you #shanks headcanons #shanks imagine #shanks smut #Shanks x Black reader #Shanks x female reader #shanks one piece #one piece shanks

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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im not sure if you are still taking fourth wing requests - and you absolutely can ignore this and i wont be offended at all - but you are like the only person ive seen who writes for liam and im d e s p e r a t e

what about something where reader and liam had like a one night stand kind of thing, except they both quickly realize that they are feeling much more than one night stand feelings. like maybe they were friends before and even though they didnt think long-run relationships were in the cards bc they are riders, they both still definitely harbor some feelings and then it all kind of spills over

idk im just dumping bc i have to vent it somewhere ahahah

More Than This

Liam x reader

A/n: I’m always taking Fourth Wing requests! Liam deserves the world

Warnings: mentions of sex

You couldn’t help but stare down the table at Liam. He was like a dream come true. With that perfect blonde, fluffy hair and those charming dimples that always made you blush. You kept thinking about how your fingers felt running through his hair last night while he laced on your chest.

For the first time Liam stayed the night after your…activities. You had been sleeping together for a few weeks now. You’d been friends since Parapet, always flirting with each other. The tension between the two of you snapped and decided friends with benefits would work out.

You couldn’t keep lying to yourself though. You had fallen in love with Liam the day you met him. Liam didn’t seem like he reciprocated your feelings so you pushed your crush down.

So you went about your day like normal. Hanging out with your friends, going to class, and meals. At dinner Violet noticed I was off. She nudged me gently with her elbow. “Hey,” she whispered, “you ok? You’ve been weird all day.”

From down the table you missed Liam staring at you with big puppy dog eyes, vying for your attention to be on him. He could hear Imogen teasing him but he was too focused on trying to hear you and Violet. For a split second he swore your eyes flashed over him.

With one more nod of Violets head, you got up from the long wooden table and headed out the door without sparing Liam a glance. Liam watched you leave them turned to Violet with a questioning look. Ever the instigator and sucker for fairytales, Violet pointed her chin at the door. Signaling for Liam to follow you.

Liam was going crazy searching for you. He swore he saw you just a few stairs ahead of him a minute ago. Finally, he got to the main common room and spotted you lounge on the expansive leather couch. The crackling fire reflecting in your eyes. You were clearly lost in thought.

Liam was careful approaching you, he didn’t want to frighten you. You looked so cute when you had your thinking face on. Your nose scrunched just the tiniest bit, and your eyes looked so soft yet far away.

Liam lightly ran his fingers across the top of your shoulder, you perked up staring at him as he sat next to you. “Hey sweetheart,” his tone as gentle as his touch. “Hey.” You try to sound like your usual cheery self but Liam saw right through you.

He tilted his head, taking you in with a sad smile. “What’s wrong?” Liam brought his large fingers up from your shoulder to play with your hair. You sigh out through your nose, using all of your self restraint to not lean into his touch. “Nothing. I’m ok Liam.”

He raises a blonde brow at you. Shooting you a discerning look calling bullshit. “Come on, we don’t keep secrets from each other. If you tell me your secret I’ll tell you mine.” And we might have the same secret, Lima thought to himself.

You ripped away from Liam’s touch. Looking down you rest your forearms on your knees. You couldn’t bear the look of pity and rejection on your best friends face. He obviously cared about you but the awkwardness that would come after you admit your feelings for him will be unbearable.

And besides, you’re riders. There’s a chance you won’t live past this year or the quadrant. Why break your own heart?

Closing your eyes you can’t the worlds that tumble out of your mouth. “I’m in love with you Liam. I didn’t mean to be, but the day I saw you my heart wouldn’t stop doing flips and I felt the good kind of butterflies in my stomach. I pushed it down because I thought it was a crush. But it’s not.”

When you finally stopped the silence crept over your skin. You felt hot, like a dragon was breathing fire directly down your shirt.

Liam’s hand held your jaw, his thumb running over your cheek as he moved you to look at him. Your eyes were unsure and scared. You hoped this was a good sign and not just comfort from a friend. “Sweetheart…I’m so insanely in love with you. You’ve driven me crazy since parapet and I was willing to keep doing this if it meant I could have just a piece of your affection.”

You let out a heavy breath in relief. Liam continued, “Everything about you is incredible y/n. From your heart to your strength you amaze me everyday. So please tell me this means you’re mine?” Words wouldn’t be enough to tell him yes. You jump into Liam’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Liam holds you tightly to his muscular body. Running his fingers through your hair and rubs his hand up and down your spine. Leaning back you hold the sides of Liam’s face and rest your forehead against his. “Take me to bed Li.” His mouth curved into a wicked grin as he shot up still holding you.

#liam mairi fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing fluff #liam fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #liam mairi x you #liam mairi x reader #liam mairi #Liam fourth wing x you #Liam fourth wing x reader

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