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PREGNANCY CONFLICTS - boothill x reader

- boothill "passes" a few days after you announce your pregnancy. he's soon returned to you as a cyborg, and has a rough time with all of the realizations he discovers during your pregnancy.

- thank u guys sm for all the compliments im getting in my inbox about my idea and my writing i love every single one of u guysssss 💋 💋 and now the fic for my idea is finally here! i hope you guys enjoyyyyy

- mentions of insecurity, PREGNANCY, boothill is sad in this shdjfjsks so pretty much hurt no comfort in a very mild way, "M,d,y" means month, day, year, his way of death is not canon i made something up!!! wc 1.5k

Boothill has always talked about being a father. With how optimistic about your guys’ future he was, you could already tell he’d be a great, great father. So when you announced your pregnancy to him, he was ecstatic.

He spun you around in the air, putting you down to kiss you passionately. To him, all of his dreams have come true. As if you’ve given him a strong purpose in life, to not only protect you but to protect his little, and hopefully more to come.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he held you tightly. “Thank you for giving me such an opportunity.”

But then a few days after you announced it to him, he went missing. You spent day and night trying to contact people, get cops on the case, and go out there with someone yourself and try to find him. The cops brought a necklace, splotched in blood, with your initials on it. Saying they found his body and it was barely recognizable. They knew it was him because of the necklace around his neck and the wedding band that was stuck on a stray tree branch.

As both of those were returned back to you, you felt as if you couldn’t look at them without absolutely breaking down. You were set under the impression that he was gone forever. You felt horrible- not only for yourself, but the life you assumed your baby would have, being born into a world where they only have a mother who's trying her absolute best to provide and make sure their life goes as smoothly as possible.

On the 16th week of your pregnancy was when you heard a knock on the door late at night. Who could it be at this hour? You irritatingly got up and walked over to see who would be there.

It was who you were least expecting.

Boothill.

You stood there, unable to register what was happening. You had a hand on your stomach and the other was gripping the door handle. He stopped and stared at you back before beginning to speak.

“Y/n,” he said, nearly a whisper before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t step back, which was a good thing in his eyes.

“Boothill? What- how- huh?” You were absolutely speechless, unable to register the man standing in front of you. He’s dressed a lot differently then how you last saw him- he looked so western. He was western before he was pronounced dead, the accent is what got you in the first place. He’d always go to bars and all of that.

But he never looked so… out of place.

You’ve never seen the boots he had on before. You’ve never seen those pants (why do they look so slutty?) and his shirt was a whole other thing.

But the thing that intrigued you the most was that he was still standing, alive in front of you, but with a fully metal body.

“Come in and explain yourself,” you sighed, turning around and leading him into the all-too-familiar place. It still smelled the same way it used to, flowers and vanilla. He sat down on the white couch, leaning back into the same fabric he knew all that time ago.

But the difference was, he couldn’t feel it.

“How are you here? There's no way you’re real,” you shake your head, standing up and leaning into his face. You grab his chin lightly, turning his head both way before running your hands through his still silky hair. “Answer my questions.”

“Alright, shoot em.”

“When did you get me pregnant?” You ask, still looking into his now different eyes.

“Four months ago. You should be 16 weeks now.”

You nodded. “When's my birthday…?”

“M,d,y.”

You nodded. He was on it, and it’s convincing you even more that he was your Boothill.

“Lastly, why are you metal?”

“My body was destroyed. Y’ probably remember it,” he looked down at his hands before bringing them up to your cheek. You slightly flinched from the chill before nodding for him to continue his story. “I don’t remember th’ exact details, but jus’ say it was a failed mission.”

You looked at him up and down before sitting beside him.

“D’you still… love me?” He mumbled, almost soft enough that you’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention.

You took a moment of silence before responding to his question. “Of course I do. You’re my husband, Boothill.”

To that he smiled and brought you into a strong kiss. One passionate and greedy- he’s been starved of you as you have of him for the past four months. Once he broke it off, you both connected your foreheads before going back into a full blown make out session.

Your pregnancy is incredibly taxing for the cyborg to handle. Instead of flesh and blood he has metal. He can’t feel you, and to him, it’s the worst feeling in the world. He truly wishes he could turn back time to right before the night of the accident.

He wishes he was able to return home safe, so he could be there for your whole pregnancy. He basically missed the entire first trimester!

At this point, you marked 32 weeks. Your pregnancy was very noticeable and Boothill took a lot of pride in being alongside you, shedding his insecurities as soon as he left the house.

He’s always been a very clingy man. He’s always wanted your touch and attention whenever he’d get home from whatever it was he’d do for work during the day, and he’d always receive it.

But now, he needs to use his head to feel you. He’s always found lying down on your stomach in his free time, so he can feel his child. He is unable to feel kicks with any other parts of his body, so he relies on that.

“‘Hill, I need to go to the bathroom. You might need to move in a second here-” you started, but he looked up at you and began to speak over you.

“Alright, alright… but’cha better come right back, please?”

You nodded before shuffling out of the bed, motioning for him to get up and help you off of the mattress and up on your feet. Once he easily pulls you up, he flops back down as he watches you close the door connected to your room.

He thought hard in those two minutes you were gone. Very hard. To the point he thought he was going to have a breakdown.

He regretted everything. He regretted engaging in the enemy's tricks. He regretted leaving you lonely for so long. And what he regrets most is returning to you like this.

A hunk of metal, who can be destroyed as many times as possible. He’ll always be able to have his body replaced. His head and hair were the only human thing about the man.

He believes you deserve so, so much better. You deserve a man who can live his life to the fullest and actually be able to be there for you during your vulnerable times, and not let grief get in the way. You deserve someone capable of giving you more children in the future, and he believes your baby deserves a dad who can be there for him and be normal.

He might even be worried about judgment. He’s not sure. He feels so emotional yet so dull at the same time.

“Boothill? Is everything alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past minute,” you said from next to him. How did he not even realize your presence?

“Hah? Yea, I’m fine. How’re ya’ feeling?” He says in his usual tone, trying to swiftly play off his thoughts not even ten seconds ago. “How’s baby doin’ in there?”

You let out a soft giggle before placing your hand on his cold knee. “We’re well. I’m concerned about what just happened with you though. Tell me, what is on your mind?”

The man sighs and shakes his head before resting it back on your belly. “Nothin’ to worry your pretty head off about.” He simply left it at that and nothing more.

When it came time for labor, he was truly nervous. Every attempt he made at trying to make physical contact with you in that time failed, because his hands were either too hard or too cold. He backed off and watched from the sidelines as you brought his little baby girl into the world.

He so desperately wanted to hold her, and you could see the urge in his eyes. She looked so much like him. She had his gorgeous silky black and white hair with your eyes. He thought she was an angel brought from heaven.

Once he finally got to hold her, he was told to keep her swaddled in the blanket she was wrapped in. All was well until she started crying due to the cold of his arms, and the baby was taken off into tests before he could even blink.

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ryndicate · 1 year

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Double Down ⨳ Yoshida, Denji

“Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

warnings: fem body/pronouns, nudes posted without permission, drug use, exhibition, creampie, videos taken with permission, stepcest, infidelity, masturbation, handjob, some spit mentions, premature ejac, implied fuckery, implied theft, if there's more i am just too wacked out to see it so lemme know!

event: @bastardblvd 's slimeball alley collab !! my first submission of who knows how many to come, im gonna try to not go crazy with it, promise

notes: didn't realize until it was done that I could've made it much more slimy but its okay. We'll get 'em next time babes 😩 this idea is expanding on a little blurb I put in cassie's inbox once, i included it in the fic itself with some itty bitty changes

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Your fist slams on the bathroom door. “I swear to god, Denji! Where the fuck did you get those! Delete them now!”

“I already told you, Power found them online!” Your stepbrother yells back through the door, keeping his weight against the handle so that you can’t force your way in.

“You’re full of shit you fucking perv! You took them off my phone or something.”

“Wanna fucking bet? The real perv is that prettyboy bastard you call baby,” Denji sneers back, yelping as you get a good shove in on the creaking wood.

Your efforts to break the bathroom door pause. “The hell’re you talking about?”

“I told you he was trouble the day you two met. What—you think I was lying?”

You growl under your breath at the barenecked taunt in Denji’s voice. Yeah he told you, one time before he got high out of his mind. The only reason you even met Yoshida Hirofumi was because he hooked your stepbrother up a couple times, and you begged to tag along once. That situation ended with your brother counting stars on his buddy’s ceiling while you saw them on the backs of your eyelids with the guy’s lips wrapped around your clit.

One thing led to another, and that “prettyboy bastard” became your boyfriend. He’s a bit of an ass, but Yoshida’s also sweet and funny, doesn’t roll his eyes at your music choices, doesn’t bat an eye when you want to go out with your friends, and is full of sexy, smirky sass that makes him so fun to be around. Sure, you sent him some photos, but he wouldn’t have put them out anywhere.

Your anger deflates, but your indignance does not. You step away from the bathroom door. “He’s got nothing to do with this.”

Denji throws the door open with a toothy grin, repeating himself. “You wanna bet?”

“You know what, yeah!” you snap at him, crossing your arms as he leans in the doorway, still looking smug.

“Your boyfriend put your pics up on OnlyFans, and he’s using the money to pay for his xanny. If I’m right, you two gotta upload a video. Together,” Denji states, his eyebrows furrowed in twisted delight that makes you sneer at him.

“You’re disgusting!”

“Yeah? Tell me what you get if you win.”

Caught up in his childish bullshit, you push at his shoulder. “You gotta start an OnlyFans if you’re wrong, which you are. And you gotta wear lingerie.”

His smirk full drops at that, and he glares at you, cheeks darkerning. “Now who’s a perv.”

“This whole shit was your idea!”

“Lingerie?”

“How is wearing lingerie worse than telling your stepsister to fuck and post a video about it?!”

“Shut up!”

“And since we’re on the topic, I swear to god if you don’t stop taking my shit out of the laundry I’m gonna tell that redheaded lady at the DMV that she’s at the very top of your fap list.”

His blush deepens and he palms your face backwards in a light push. “The fuck she is. Shut up.”

“Yeah well, me and the thin fucking walls in this apartment would have to disagree.”

“Go find your boyfriend.”

“‘M gonna.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck him,” you hiss in barely supressed rage, gripping your boyfriend’s phone so tight you’re disappointed when it doesn’t crack.

You’d waited for his high to hit him and let him drift off before going through his phone—what’s the point of asking him outright if it’s not true, right? No reason to stir the pot. But your stomach had dropped with unease when the account site was in his search history; you tried to brush it off as maybe he gets off to a set of camgirls, but the moment you saw the login info presaved—as in frequent entry—you began to forget the bet altogether.

Now your jaw is clenched, seething as you scroll through every racy picture you ever sent him. Each have thousands of views, hundreds of comments and jeez—so many subscribers. The heat of betrayal simmers through you. Your jaw drops at the total that’s set to drop into his account at the end of the week and resist the urge to slap Yoshida awake, but instead you set about trying to change the banking and login info, only to get halted by an infowall. Frustrated, you slip off the bed and call your stepbrother, edging into Yoshida’s bathroom so you don’t wake him up.

“You were right, and you fucking knew it, didn’t you? You set me up.” you hiss into the device as soon as he picks up with a mumbled ‘sup. You can hear voices and music in the background, paired with light explosions. You assume he’s out with his friends, probably gaming like usual.

“You didn’t have to agree. Wait—” there’s the sound of the phone moving around and suddenly the music is gone. “Does that mean you’re gonna do it?”

“That’s besides the point, Denji!”

“Oh fuck, you are!”

“Chill your boner,” you snap, “‘m not gonna do it unless you help me!”

“Help you? What, like you want me to hold the camera or something?”

“Denji, I swear to god—”

“I’m kidding, jeez.”

“I can’t change the account info. They’re my pictures, and they’re already out there! He shouldn’t get to make money off of me.”

“Wait, so you want to keep the account?” He asks curiously. You hear a door slamming and wonder if he’s still moving, or if his friends are.

“Dude, we’ll have rent and anything else covered for the whole month with a single week’s drop from this thing. I don’t see a reason not to. I can quit Mcdonald’s!”

“Shit, for real? Lemme talk to Denki, ‘m pretty sure he knows a guy.”

“Thank you,” you coo into the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, just make sure you pay up.” You can hear his pervy smile, and you grumble a sulky fine at him.

“Ok. But he’s gotta do it soon. It pays out in a couple of days.”

“I’ll give him some cash to see if he can do it tonight. Don’t see why he’d say no—" Denji sounds a lot further away from the phone now, "—Oi! Don't bro! Give it back."

A familiar voice purrs into the receiver and you roll your eyes. "Heyyy, princess. You with that Yoshida guy still or are we allowed to hang now?"

"Byeee, Kiri. Tell Kat hi f'me." You hang up with a smile and leave the bathroom, glaring at your supposed boyfriend still sleeping. You never heard him say he was working and you always kinda wondered where he was getting his cash, but you always just thought he was dealing or something. Not the kind of think you ask about. You obviously should’ve asked.

You crawl into his lap and begin sucking on his exposed throat, admiring the sharp lines, the bob of his adam’s apple as thick lashes flutter open.

“Mmm,” Yoshida moans. “Damn, was I out long?”

“Nah,” you hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, smoothing over his waistline. “Got bored without you, that’s all.”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins up at you, dark eyes fuzzed out and sultry, and his hands come up to settle on your hips, easing you into a slow grind. “Wanna do something?”

“Mm. Maybe,” you tease softly, pushing his shirt up his chest and leaning down to wrap your lips around his nipples. He groans at the warm, slick suction, arching into your touch.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, his cock swelling beneath you.

“Maybe I wanna do something…different.”

Yoshida grins up at you, half-lidded. “Yeah? Like what?”

Your nails make pink lines down his chest as you lean in to whisper in his ear. “What if you fucked me, and we let some people watch?”

His fingers dig into the fat of your waist, his dick thumping beneath you. “Anyone I know?”

Yoshida’s pupils have overtaken his coal irises, and you give him an inviting smile. “No one specific. I was thinking more like…a video or something. I wanna be able to see it later.”

“Holy fuck, baby. That’s sexy,” Yoshida grins up at you. “Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

“Me either,” you breath softly, rocking yourself over his covered erection.

You’re left to yelp as he displaces you from your seat on his lap and pulls you out of the bed by your wrist with a wide smirk. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?”

“Don’t worry baby, I just wanna pick something up at the Malmart first.”

“Fine, I guess,” you pout at him and his smirk only grows.

“‘S okay, baby. I’ll give you something too.”

“This is not what I meant when I said video, Hirofumi!” you gasp out. Your fingers are splayed out on the hood of his car as you try to stay upright. “Someone could actually see us!”

"If you don't wanna be seen, you gotta cum. Cause I'm not stopping til you cum."

"Fuck, fuck please, just hurry up!" You plead, half your words caught between whines and whimpers as he pounds into you from behind, your skirt flipped over your back.

"You think I'm not fucking you like I mean it?" There's so much smile in his voice that you want to call him on his bullshit for once, but the solid smacking of his hips into yours, the head of his dick pressing as deep as it can go with every thrust quickly makes you forget what you're snapping at him for.

"Just‐just, fucking make cum– ‘fumi!" You're desperately telling yourself you don't want to be seen. It's the middle of the night, so even here, parked under the one of the many lightposts that don’t work in grimetown's 24-hour walmart parking lot, the risk of anyone seeing is slim.

But not zero. Especially with the light from his phone camera shining down on your exposed lower half. You’re like a slutty beacon for whoever might be looking this way.

"I'm working on it baby, you gotta relax." His fingers slide around your waist, brushing past your clit and forcing a frustrated whimper past your lips at the neglect, to drag them through the slick dripping obscenely from your pussy lips. It's dripping to the rusted black hood, making it glisten. He aims the camera down at them before moving it back to the way your pussy clings to his cock. "You're so fucking wet for this, you'd think the whole thing was your idea. Well, most of it was."

You don't answer him, trying to work yourself back on him, chasing that fluttering heat twisting itself tighter and tigher with each passing second.

"Good girl, look at you. Fuck, look how bad you want—"

"Oi! Get the fuck out of here before I—"

Your whole body locks up at the tired but authoritative voice that rings across the lot.

Your boyfriend calls back. "C'mon man, have a heart. Let me finish her off and I'll give you a look." Except his last syllable staggers off with a groan, broken with a laugh as his grip on your hips tightens to a bruising pressure. The vice grip of your cunt has him looking down to sees your juices gush around the girth of his cock, dripping down your thighs to dirty the hood of his car even more. The sight pushes pushes him over and he calls out again, his voice tight but smug.

"Nevermind, we're done here."

He gets one last shot of his cum dripping out of you before closing out the livefeed.

“It’s like four in the morning,” Denji grumbles, rubbing one of his eyes as he cracks his bedroom open further at the sight of you. “Thought you were Power or somethin’, jeez.”

Denji blinks the blur from his eyes, zeroing in on your screen, and you just about hear his pupils expanding. He pulls a shaky inhale and you roll your eyes.

“Done. Bet over, and here’s your damn proof,” you grumble right back, slamming your phone against his chest and shoving your way into his bedroom to flop down into his bed. It had taken over an hour to convince Yoshida back to his place and get him to fool around enough for him to pass out and you to sneak back home.

"Also Kiri wants you to call him back. He's mad you hung up on him."

A small grin curls your lips but you don't respond, wiggling deeper into his mattress until you're comfortable.

He throws himself down in the bed next to you. “Turn on my speakers.”

“Or you could just wear headphones, you freak.”

“Nah. Turn ‘em on.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you stretch out to reach up to his desk, turning on the bluetooth speakers that he usually uses to be a nuisance when he’s smoking. “If your dad was home, I’d kill you for this.”

“You’re not even breaking up with him, are you?” Denji chortles, ignoring your bickering. His eyes are glued to the screen as he shoves a hand into his loosened shorts. “What the fuck, you guys were outside?”

You shrug. The video’s only been up for a couple hours and it already has triple the views and donations of all the photos Yoshida has put up so far. “Looks like he’s gonna be making me lots of money, so why not? It’s the least he could do to pay me back.”

Your stepbrother doesn’t answer you, his breathing getting heavier. You close your eyes and sigh as the sounds wet sounds and your own whiny moaning starts bouncing off the walls of his room, wondering to yourself if you really sound like that or if part of you was exaggerating because of the camera. The mattress creaks every now and then as his hips jump, his arm brushing your side as he grinds into his own fist.

You roll to face him, taking in the sound of his stuttered breaths, the muted slick sound of his fist pumping in his shorts. “So what about this gets you so riled up?”

Denji groans, stomach rippling where his shirt is pulled up around his midsection. “I’nno, it’s hot, isn’t it?”

You keep prodding, “What is? Yoshida? Or me?”

He gives a small whine that has your pulse picking up in sick interest, so you continue. “Was Power really the one to find it? Or…you were subbed to the account, weren’t you Denji?”

“Mm- maybe?”

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, listening to your own voice begging to cum, shifting your weight onto your arm so you can look at him. A strange curiosity has taken over your body. He looks wrecked but his eyes are still on the screen. “Denji, look at me.”

Your body tingles as his eyes tear towards you, but he’s still got a hand around himself, hidden from your eyes. “Can I touch it?”

“You wanna what?” he moans, just barely, teeth digging into his lip.

“Can I jerk you off?”

You’re a little surprised when he actually hesitates. You’ve tolerated it all this time; as much as he pervs out on you, and your stuff, yet somehow he’s got a little crumb of morality left in there somewhere. And right now…you wanna kill it.

“My panties, my pictures…is this really any different?” you ask softly, sweetly, as you run with this electric current, placing your hand over his covered groin. You grin as his hand immediately goes slack at your touch and slips out of his shorts, and you get to feel for the first time how hard he is, rubbing over the smooth fabric, feeling out the shape of him.

“I mean…I guess not.” He sucks in a breath as you grip him over his shorts and give a couple experimental strokes. “B-but what about—?”

Denji’s head drops back to the pillows with a groan, phone in a death grip as you tug his waistband down, his dick slapping free. It’s pretty and slender, flushed deep red.

“What about what?”

“What about prettyboy, huh?” He finally gets it out as you spit in your hand and take him up again, stroking him steadily from base to tip, squeezing at the top with a gentle twist of your wrist. Yoshida always seemed to like it, seems like he does too.

“That’s what you’re worried about? Not the whole stepsister thing?” You shrug. You’re still stung about Yoshida’s betrayal, so this feels like a little bit of retribution. A little bit. You still need to find more ways to make him pay first, but this is a good start. “Yeah, he’s my boyfriend, but ‘s not like you and me are dating, Denji. It’s a handjob. What’re you gonna do, marry me?”

Denji splutters and his dick throbs in your hand. “Don- Don’t say stupid shit!”

You coo at him and his lips part, panting hard as you work him faster.

“What– haa, what if it wasn’t just a handjob? What then?” Denji gives a low moan as you settle over his lower thighs so you can gently cup his balls. They seem to tighten under your touch, before he relaxes and he tries to look at you.

“What, like my mouth or something?” you ask playfully, leaning over and showing him your tongue, letting a strand of spit drip down to his dick.

A litany of curses tumblr from his mouth as Denji squeezes his eyes shut, fingers twisting into the pillow beneath his head as his cock jerks and shoots a load of hot sticky white into your palm, getting smeared down his throbbing shaft as you slowly work him through his high until only a couple dribbles get pressed out by a final pass of your thumb over his slit.

“Wasn’t expecting you to finish already.” You wipe your hand off on his comforter and try to ignore the throbbing in your panties. You feel like you can still imagine the slick from earlier tonight seeping out of you, but it’s as if it’s no longer enough.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he calms his breathing enough to raise himself up on his forearms. He watches you as you take your phone and flop down next to him. “I didn’t even get to see the rest of the video.”

“It’s online now, freak. You can watch it whenever.”

“Yeah...”

You’re too busy trying to go through the account settings to notice the way he’s eyeing up your thighs; he hasn’t even put his dick away yet.

“Hey,” he mutters softly, ignoring your glare when he puts a hand on your thighs and pulls them open. “If you can touch me, does that mean I get to touch you?”

Your pulse jumps and you try to keep your true thoughts hidden as you hide back behind your phone. “I guess that’s fair. If you wanted to.”

You can hear the click of Denji’s throat as he swallows, and you can’t stop the low whimper as his calloused fingers brush your inner thigh, right at the edge of your panties.

They’re warm as they brush over the seat of your panties, timid but curious as they explore the surface, stroking over the tempting warmth and wet seeping through the thin fabric. A bolt of pleasure bursts and has your gut clenching as he swirls over your clothed clit

“H-hey, wait,” you say suddenly, nerves getting the better of you as you try to make sense of Denji taking control of your body. “It got switch but this isn’t my banking info. Is it yours?” You flip the screen towards him, and his brown eyes squint in the pale blue light.

“Uh, nah, that’s not mine.”

You mewl as he pulls your panties to the side and traces a finger through your folds, delicate, hungry. “Who did you say– mm, h-hacked the account for me?”

“I told you. M’friend Denki, his buddy did it. That purple-haired guy who works at the smoke shop.”

“The one wi—” you suck in a breath as he sinks his index finger into you. “With the tattoos?”

“Yeah him,” Denji mumbles, hardly paying attention to your words. He’s grinding against the bed as he pushes his middle in alongside it, imagining the tight squeeze around his dick instead.

Your groan is part pleasure, part dismay as you realize just who he’s talking about. “Oh fuck me.”

Denji bullies his way between your thighs in an instant.

“N-no, Den– that’s not what I meant!”

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ediewentmissing · 1 year

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Look at this sexy fucking man! Please! For the love of all of the underwear this pic and your stories have helped ruin, I need a fic for this pic! The more dirty talk the better! Just mmmmmmm going to town on him and riding him and guiding his mouth to suck and bite and lick my tits like ahhhhhhhh. Please!!

IM SO SORRY THAT I MISSED THIS i took a break but now i’m back AND HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAA 😍😍😍 i’ve been rlly busy lately and i’m probably not gonna write very often (sorry 😿) but i wanted to give u something, so i wrote this in approx 6 minutes lmao sub!eddie incoming

“Ah- Shit- Please,” The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as Eddie sucks in through his teeth. His jaw clenches and eyes roll back into his skull as you slowly lower yourself down on his stiff cock.

You’re not quite sure what he’s begging for. More? Less? Who cares.

“Yeah, be a good boy and fucking take it,” You ride back up his length, and back down. And again. And again. He whimpers pathetically, his top row of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a foolish attempt to shut himself up.

“Awh,” you coo, “Barely started yet and you’re already a mess. Filthy boy.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, trying his hardest not to burst so quickly. But you’re just so wet, and so tight, and you’re clenching around his cock so deliciously.

“Mmm, fu-uck-” His mouth is open, head tipped back giving you the perfect view of his neck.

“Yeah? You like me using you like this?” He nods, humming.

You still on his cock, and his head jolts upright to look at you with confused, pleading eyes.

“Answer me, Eddie.”

“I- I love it…” you begin to bounce on him at a steady pace, and he moans loudly, “Fuck! God- Fuckin’ Christ. Mmmm- I love you using me. So, so much- Ah, ah-”

“God, look at you, baby…” you smirk down at him. His pupils are fully blown, swallowing the caramel-coloured irises whole. Hot tears run down his rose cheeks, picking up sweat on their way down his face.

You bounce ever so slightly faster, and go in to kiss his neck, sucking and biting that sweet spot that makes him writhe.

“Wait, no, please look at me. Please. I wanna see you.”

You pull off of his throat and look directly into his lustful eyes. Sweaty, hair sticking to his face.

He moves his palms to your abdomen, running his fingers up your torso as he breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, until he reaches your tits.

“So pretty-y~,” he groans.

“Mm, go ahead. Touch ‘em, baby,” you nod, and he carefully trails his thumbs over your nipples, gently squeezing them.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, involuntarily rutting his hips up into you, moaning.

You lean forward, a non-verbal sign for him to take one in his mouth, and he immediately obliges.

He kisses over your tits, soft, wet clicking sounds being drowned out by his whimpers vibrating against your chest and the skin-slapping-skin noises as you continue to ride him. He drags his tongue over everything, sucking and gasping as his high is in sight.

He bucks his hips up again, this time hitting the special spot inside of you. You clench hard around him, angling yourself to that he can slide deeper inside your aching pussy.

He detaches his lips from your chest, “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck! Haah… I’m-m gonna cum-” he moans, looking at you.

Your climax comes hurtling towards you unexpectedly, and it your pussy grips onto Eddie’s throbbing cock, only fuelling the fire of his orgasm.

He finally releases, warm, thick cum pumping into you at he same time you fall over the edge.

Breathy ‘I love you’s fall from his wet, pink lips. And it was nothing short of the truth. He loved you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn smut

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luffyvace · 4 months

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HIIII hru !!! may i please ask for some feitan fluffs hcs 😩 i love this tiny man with all my soul

IM DOING GOOD!! YES YOU MAY!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE SUCH A DEEP ROOTED LOVE FOR HIM I DONT TALK ABOUT HIM OFTEN ENOUGH💥💥

(omg this reminds me i’m supposed to be doing the whole troupe and chuuya x male reader- i’m so all over the place but the point is another dabble of feitan hcs will be here in the future! 😋)

also ooc/fanon him since this is fluff :)

tw: death…and torture (i use “unalive” instead of d!e/k!ll)

alrighty so you said fluff headcanons and it’s highly likely you’ll get fluffy feitan if you’ve known each other for a long time (since meteor)

i’m going to dabble in reader that is both in and outside of the troupe because i can :)

so for reader that’s in the troupe first of all no pda

hardly any weakness was displayed besides sadness/anger or mourning (and some funny moments)

theres no need for cuddles during business

unless your like uvo and simply don’t care

then it annoys the crap out of him <3

it’s not like he doesn’t want your affection—just not in public

will cuddle you in private tho

y’all usually sit there in silence or read together

he can be a little spoon or big spoon it doesn’t bother him

he tries his best but he’s never let anyone else so close to him before

if you introduce something to him and he likes it he’ll do it back

because why would you do it to him if you wouldn’t want it done to you right?

im gonna assume you have either a apartment which you unalived the owner of or y’all live in meteor still

he’ll let you choose really he doesn’t care where you stay

he’d even unalive a high status person to steal their mansion if that’s what you want

your obviously strong and have some sort of nen if your in the troupe so he doesn’t bother worrying

although if your like kortopi he’ll stay vigilant for you

even though you can use nen to defend yourself as well

btw if your not a pda person the troupe is grateful

aint no body wanna see allat-

he doesn’t know how to cook or clean and since your both from meteor so i hope you learn or already know how

otherwise y’all eat what y’all can when y’all can

whether you steal a five star gourmet meal or just wait for the next opportunity like a vending machine

i don’t advise you ask for a pet by the way

he’ll tortu£ it and i’m not talking about strapping it down or anything

just purely scarring them 😭

if you be firm about him stopping he will

unless it’s a big scary dog or smth

then he’s more likely to take em under his wing and train them to be vicious

will scare people with said animal

for stay at home reader…. (most of these also apply for troupe reader<3)

i say stay at home bc with his portion of money you could buy anything you want

if you tell him what you want u can get it for free cuz he steals it

but

if you want to take a bath together it would take more than a god to convince him

seriously he sees no reason in it

once you do tho

at first he is on one end of the tub and your on the other

as time goes on he’ll let you lean back into his chest as he scrubs your hair

he lets you play in his hair

don’t tell ANYONE

he don’t like vulnerability so if you tell someone he won’t do it for like 2 weeks

you think he’s never gonna do it again until you crawl into his lap while he’s reading on the bed and ask really sweetly

he’s all yours after that

HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY!!

and yes he lets you play with it :)

you get to put it into all types of styles!!

especially since it’s a decent length!

not really interested in playing in your hair

he tries but the rubber band always ends up tangled in your hair

if you kiss him goodnight he will start to initiate it as well

thats one thing he will forever reciprocate

loves your humor

no matter the type

but he especially loves when you laugh at his dark jokes

youve seen him smile before 💖

warms your heart knowing no one else gets this side of him

not judgmental of your looks for obvious reasons

yall got bigger problems

dismisses anytime you degrade yourself

he be speaking facts

”the way your hair looks gonna unalive you?”

”your pimples will st^b you while sleeping?”

no? you goofy goober so why does it matter

don’t argue him on this

genuinely doesn’t like the idea of you being hurt

by him or someone else

dont expect anyone who does harm to you to see the tomorrow sun

even if you plead for them don’t waste your breath pleading you need to be saying goodbye

real loyal partner

as loyal to you as he is the troupe

you and the troupe are his forever commitments

no matter what he could never stop loving you

you guys practically never argue

hes not necessarily hotheaded but will say what’s on his mind and if someone disagrees he does it anyway

thing is he compensates with you💗

if he knows your nitpicking he ignores it but if it’s genuinely something you don’t like he won’t fight it

also he cleans up well if you don’t like to see blood/gore in your place after he’s done t•rturing someone

he respects and listens to your opinions and feelings

would love if your a sadistic person as well but he understands if your not

also if your not in the troupe he teaches you nen

only the troupe knows your together and where you stay for your safety

your safety is definitely on his priority list

truly cares about and loves you

enjoy!!!! i’ll prob come back and read my own hcs bc I LOVE HIM

thank you for this request i loved writing every letter of it♡

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hauntedbestie · 2 years

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Bo Sinclair/F!Reader

word count: 2.7k

summary: Bo gives you the chance to win your freedom. But what if you don't want it?

warnings: implied stockholm syndrome, references to self-harm, references to physical/mental torture/abuse and murder, im back on my bullshit

It was meant to be a game.

Hide and seek, but with a twist. The twist being that you were technically being held captive, and this little game was how you’d win your freedom. Bo would let you out, generously giving you an hour to run and hide somewhere and, should you make it to sundown without him catching you, he’d let you go. You weren’t stupid enough to believe that the man who incapacitated your friends so his brother could turn them into wax figures would actually let you go after what you’d seen, but the thought of getting to roam freely for a couple hours was very nice.

This would be the third round, your third attempt at besting Bo in his town. The first had lasted about an hour, he found you hiding behind his mother’s casket in the church but did give you the privilege of walking yourself back up to the house because he had something to tend to in town for Vincent. Not one to even try to betray his trust anymore, you went straight to the house and to his room and he found you there two hours later.

“Did ya eat?”

“No,” you’d murmured, looking up at him when he asks why. “You didn’t tell me I could get food. You just said to go back to the house.”

“Baby’s learnin’,” he had praised, leaning in to kiss your head. You do your best not to cringe at the contact, it was still very unfamiliar to have that kindness extended to you. “I like that.”

The second attempt lasted four hours. You’d guess he found you in the movie theater at around noon based on the sun’s positioning. It was then that you learned that Bo knew exactly where all the figures should be – since he’d counted your extra head in the fifth row on the left side. That time he didn’t send you home, instead keeping you by his side as he tended to basic maintenance around the town.

“You really know where everyone is here?” you asked, watching as he screwed in the new lightbulb.

“Sure do. I’m the one that had to put ‘em there. Mama had a plan all sketched out, we’re just finishing it.” He sounded proud, and you crack a smile when he looks down at you from his perch on the ladder. He doesn’t smile back, but you know by his tone that he’s not upset with you. “I reckon you’re starting to get used to where everything is by now.”

“I’m not sure about that.” You really aren’t. There were places you’d seen a lot of, the church and the museum itself, that you probably did know the layout better than you should. The town as a whole, though? Not so much. That’s why Bo always won the game.

And here you were on your third attempt, listening to Bo as he talked to Vincent and Lester. Something about staying out of your way today, acting like you weren’t even there if they saw you because you were allowed to run around today. But this was your time, and you move back to Bo’s bedroom and climb out the back window – intentionally pushing off the wall to avoid the trap that you knew was in the bushes beneath the window. Lessons learned the hard way.

The game had started at dawn, technically, and now it was 6:45am. The sun was still working it’s way into the sky, but you still had some darkness to work with as you made your way to your chosen hiding spot this month. You’d thought about it over the last couple weeks, and now you knew what Bo expected of you. He was going to look low, in places that were easy for you to get in and out of – he was not going to look up.

There was one house that you knew had a ladder behind it and a chimney you could hide behind should you need it. You were going up hang out up there until you couldn’t, then when the sun set, you were going to get out of here. That was the deal that Bo made with you. And then you’d head for-

Oh, fuck, where could you go? You’d been in Ambrose for…how long had it been? At least three months where you’d been kept in the house – Bo’s room specifically – but there was a while where you were in the basement of the gas station at the start of your stay. How long was that? Was anybody still looking for you? Did your family think you were dead? Had it been so long that they’d given up?

The thought had you stopping midway up the ladder, uncertain that winning this game would even be worth it if everyone thought you were dead. Life here wasn’t so bad these days; Bo was nicer to you now that you stopped crying and trying to escape so much, Vincent would let you watch him work (he’d even started to let you work with his wax to make your own art), and Lester, well, you didn’t get a lot of time with Lester but he always gave you extra snacks and that was enough.

“Smart girl got a head start.” Bo’s voice nearby has you startled, and you freeze on the ladder to avoid making any unnecessary noises. Based on sound, it seemed like he’d be heading towards the church, so you give it a moment before slowly continuing up the ladder. You had dressed light, ready to move at a moment’s notice and used sunscreen to prepare for sun exposure. You were more than just smart, and you bask in that information as you lay back on the roof.

The only issue with this plan was that, if it worked, you were about to be bored as hell.

If the plan was going to work, you’d have to keep still unless you absolutely had to move, since you did not want to draw any attention to your little rooftop. You didn’t have any sort of mp3 player or game to play, all you could really do is watch the clouds and listen to Bo try to stay quiet as he cussed his way through town trying to find you.

The time gives you the chance to really think about how long you’d been there. You knew for certain at least three months, that part was easy. It had been wintertime when you’d watched your boyfriend at the time be rendered immobile by a well aimed knife to the spine; the plan was for your group to travel for a basketball game, college sports had been a big deal to your boyfriend, and it had been his birthday weekend. The marks on your arms that you’d given yourself to keep track of the days in the gas station basement had long since healed, thanks to Vincent’s caring touch, so the count you had of the early days was gone. You did know that it was October now, thanks to the calendar kept in the house, and it was….January (you think) when you’d left for that weekend trip. Nine months, give or take a week or two, which was a long time to be missing.

Nine months of fear, pain, tears, and hunger; but there’d also been light in the darkness. Life in Ambrose was a life where you had very few responsibilities. You did laundry and stayed out of the way, that was pretty much it. Sometimes the brothers would hurt themselves in their work, and you’d tend to those injuries if the opportunity presented itself, but that wasn’t much of a responsibility. The care was returned; Vincent’s care over your injuries, both the ones you’d inflicted upon yourself and were inflicted upon you in your captivity, Lester making sure you ate enough, and Bo sleeping in the living room chair for three weeks after moving you into his bedroom in the house. You’d been given your own bed in the large room but clearly, he was aware that you weren’t comfortable sharing a space like that with him at that point. Obviously, the man cared enough about you that he’d do that, and that was enough for you right now.

The world outside might have forgotten about you, but you knew the brothers here wouldn’t.

You don’t even register how long you’d been on the roof until it starts to get cold. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point, since the sun is now setting, and you decide that if Bo hadn’t found you yet, he likely wouldn’t. Which meant that you won, but was getting out really a prize if you had nowhere to go?

“Oh you’re fuckin’ kidding,” you hear Bo from down below, and turn your head to see him looking up at you from the street.

“Hey,” you greet, turning so your legs dangled off the edge of the roof. “Spend all day looking?

“Fuckin’ everywhere, and you were up there this whole time?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” you confirm, watching as he moves out of your line of sight towards the house. It’s only a couple moments before he’s sitting on the roof beside you, a quiet settling between you since you both know what it means now that you’d won. “I expected that you’d be looking anywhere but up.”

“People do tend to go low when they hide. You’ve been paying attention.” The praise is rare, and to an extent you hate that you grow warm at his words. Bo meant what he said when he was giving compliments, though, that’s why the words meant so much. “Where do you wanna go? I’ll take you there, give you money for a bus ticket, whatever you want.”

The moment of truth, and you shrug as the daylight continues to fade into dark. The stars were becoming visible, and you look up at them as you try to prolong your response. Because you didn’t know, and you didn’t want to make any decision like that. It was too much to think of; the idea that your family had given up, that everyone you knew before thought you were dead. Maybe it was better that way?

“Well?” he prompts, and you look over at him to see that he’d taken his hat off and was holding it tightly in his hand.

“I’d like to stay here, with you, if that’s okay?”

That wasn’t a question either of you had expected to come out of your mouth, but you knew deep down it was what you wanted. Why try to become someone else somewhere else, declare yourself alive again and have to answer questions you didn’t want to answer? Put the Sinclair brothers in danger when you really didn’t want to? Life would be easier if you stayed here; better, even, you were sure of it.

First he nods, and you take the opportunity to scoot closer so you can rest your head on his arm. He tenses at the contact but relaxes quickly, and you crack a smile when you feel his hand on your back. Bo was….abrasive at worst these days and you found a weird brand of comfort in him letting you stay and be so close to him without him explicitly initiating.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can stay here with me.” The verbal confirmation has you relaxing, and your eyes close when you feel a hesitant kiss be pressed to your head. Were you sure what was happening here? Not at all. But in this moment where you’d just denied your opportunity to go back to the life you once had to keep the life you have now, you needed the comfort and were grateful that Bo was allowing the close proximity. “That’ll make Vincent happy. He really likes you.”

“Does it make you happy?”

This time he pauses, but you don’t move to look up at him. You don’t want to see the uncertainty in his features or look him in the eye should he lie to you.

“I chose you all those months ago, to have you finally choose me is a blessing.”

“Then why give me the chance to leave?”

“Because you’re not a pet. At first it was kinda like that, yeah, but then it became more than that.” You still weren’t proficient at translating Bo-speak, since the man kept anything that was vaguely reminiscent of a “feeling” close to his chest unless he was so mad that he snapped, but you supposed that he was saying that he cared about you. The fingers on your back begin to gently tap, and you look up at him finally to see him looking at you. “Look, I care, and I want you to be happy. I just have a fucked up way of showing it, according to Lester.”

“It is a bit fucked, yeah,” you agree, letting out a small laugh when he rolled his eyes. “But I’ve come to care about you too, Bo. Vincent and Lester, too, but you’re my favorite - don’t tell them.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that nugget of knowledge between us, sweetheart.” The assurance has you smiling, but he looks like he has more to say so you keep your gaze on him as he cracks a small smile of his own. “But Mama always said that good things come to those who wait, and also something about God sending angels in different forms, and I think I got both of those in you. Just needed you to actually want to be here.”

“I like playing this game, but we’re going to have to figure out different prizes for winning since I don’t want to be anywhere but here.”

“You think you’re going to keep winning?”

“Plenty of hiding spots here. You just have never had to think about it.”

He nods at that, and you take a moment to rest in the fact that you’d never really just sat and talked to Bo. Small couple minute conversations while he was working on something and you watched, or short questions that didn’t require lengthy answers or follow up from him were the norm, not sitting side by side chatting like this. You hoped there was more of this now that you weren’t going anywhere, since changing your mind about staying wasn’t on your agenda.

“I’m heading out to town tomorrow; you’re welcome to join if you want.”

“I’d like that, Bo,” you murmur, feeling him relax a bit more. This was nice, surprisingly comfortable given the circumstances that brought you to him and the events of the past nine months, but you weren’t going to question anything about it. You knew better. Questions would destroy your outlook on the situation. Bo cared about you, and you cared about him. Perfect world, no need to question it. “Thanks for not killing me after I punched you in the face that one time.”

“It was one helluva punch, that’s for sure.” The compliment has you smiling, your eyes closing as he leaned in again and the familiar feeling of his kiss on your forehead has you sighing. “Told you that you’d learn to like me.”

You weren’t going to tell him that ship had sailed over a month ago. You don’t have a chance to, as Lester is calling out for Bo to see if you’d been found yet. Bo stands, and you look up at him as you realize the moment is over now and he’s putting his hat on so he can go be an elder brother.

“You can stay out here as long as you like. House’ll be unlocked, I think I’ll have to make dinner since I doubt those two did. Hopeless, both of ‘em.”

You could stay out, but instead you stand while volunteering to make dinner if it was needed. Bo hated cooking, and was terrible at it, and you’d had enough time to yourself on that rooftop for one day. So he heads down the ladder first, watching closely as you make your way down after him, his hand settling on your back for added support when you were in reach and staying there until you were on solid ground. That warmth leaves your back, but your hand does brush against his multiple times on your way back up to the house as Bo tells you about how his supply runs usually went to prepare you to tag along on tomorrow’s run.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair #house of wax

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dovieeeesss · 10 months

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hobie brown x fem!reader

tw: fingering, kissing, and blowjob sry if there are any typos.. this is my first 🫣

Hobie came back from HQ feeling abit stressed and he needed to relieve it somehow so he came to his best friend

Hobie walks into your bedroom completely surprising you. "oh hey hobes" you said sounding surprised as this was an unexpected visit. You noticed he seemed mad? stressed?

Hobie walks over to your bed, he sits down on your bed kicking his boots off. "'m boutta quit" he said sounding annoyed, clearly it was a bad day at "work". "bad day at "work"?" you say as your concerned. He hangs his head low and sighs. "yea." He puts his feet up on the bed, sittin against the headboard as he turns his attention to you.

"wanna talk about it?" you ask as you put your work aside. "nah." he says while still looking in your eyes before leaning in, kissing you. Your of course shocked but you kiss him back, as you feel his hands slither around your waist, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You bring your hands up to his face, cupping his face before eagerly sliding your tongue into his mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. You shiver from the feeling of his cold tongue piercing.

He then puts you on his lap, breaking off the kiss and moving to your jaw trailing marks and kisses from your jaw to your collarbone finding sensitive spots while your just biting your bottom lip to stop you from making any noise. "i wanna hear your beautiful noises" he says as he begins to nibble on your neck while bringing a hand down to your clothed pussy. sliding a hand down your shorts and panties, rubbing against your slick folds causing you to shiver abit at the touch.

"all wet for me?" he says teasin you. "h-hobes.. please.." you said and that was all he needed to hear before sticking one finger in you, causing you to gasp quietly. he moved at a slow pace just to tease you. "hobie.. p-please.." you said

whimpering quietly at the feeling and thought of him fingering you. "please what?" he said with a lopsided grin on his face, clearly enjoying this. "hobie.. please go f-.. faster" you said as you were a moaning mess only from one finger??

he obeyed but he stuck another finger in you before speeding up his pace causing you to gasp sharply. you hung your head back while closing your eyes as quiet moans slipped out of your mouth. "'f you want me to keep goin you'll need to keep your eyes on me" he said in such a calm tone as he grabbed your face gently and forced you to look at him. "good girl" he said. you could feel his fingers hit that spongy spot over and over again causing your walls to clamp down on his fingers as you felt yourself get closer and closer.

"i-im close.." you managed to mumble out, because like i said.. you were a moaning mess,

he sped up the pace making you moan louder. You gripped onto his shoulders and you somehow dig your nails into his skin. (js say he took off his shirt)

You begin to shake as you released your fluids, coating his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of you and he sucks on em getting every last bit of you before pulling you in and kissing you deeply, giving you a chance to taste yourself.

You broke the kiss off and you took a moment as your head was still in a daze. "you done so good luv" he says praisin you. You smiled at him abit before you feel something hard underneath you, (it was hard this whole time you were just too focused on his fingers pumpin in and outta you) "were you hard this whole time?" you asked him not completely surprised. "yep, feel how hard you got me?" he says smirking lightly at you.

you felt your cheeks gettin hot. (not red or pink, just hot) You brung you hands down from his shoulder to his bulge, groping it, making hobie groan quietly. You unzipped his fly and you slid your hands down his pants, and boxers for your hand to immediately be met with his arousal, you pulled it out, you heard a small smack as his cock softly smacked his stomach.

You held it carefully as you looked at it before looking back at him, because of the size as you were kinda shocked on how you were gonna take him all.. it was a good 7-8 inches. "you can take it all luv" he said reassuring you. "i hope so" you thought to yourself before slowly stroking it while looking for a reaction out of him.

He hummed quietly. you lowered your head to be face to face with his erected arousal. you looked up at him as you stuck your tongue and licked the tip, keepin eye contact. he groaned quietly as he tilted his head back. You swirled your tongue around the tip, and you licked down the side before engulfing it whole, having it immediately hit the back of your throat and you almost letting out a gag and bringing tears to your eyes already.

he took a fistful of your hair gently moving it out of your way as he looked at his cock disappear and reappear, watchin you bob your head at an ungodly pace. his lips parted as he closed his eyes, while his hips was jerking up and down causing it to hit the back your throat.

you moved your free hand to his balls groping them softly, causing him to grip your hair abit tighter. you looked up to see his eyes almost rolling in the back of his head. he was close and you could feel it as his legs trembled immediately coating your throat with his cum, and you swallowing it all.

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aftercare :) i'm not writin allat 🫶🏾

#hobie brown #hobie smut #atsv #atsv smut #hobie x you #hobie x reader #livelaugh hobie #my man my man my man #inlovewhim

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jordisblogg · 1 year

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never here

note: has there been millions of stories like this? yea. & do i eat em up every time? YES

summary: after being in her lab for so long and neglecting you, you had finally confronted shuri about it, reminiscing now about what had happened to your relationship, not knowing that shuri herself, was doing the same.

pairings: shuri x black!fem!reader

warnings: angst, smoking🍃,fluff & suggestive themes at the end

translations: ndiyacela (please), uthando (love)

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you sighed as you stared up at the ceiling, your body sprawled out on the bed that you and shuri shared, but what now seems like only you stayed in since shuri started being in her lab more. when you’d wake up, she would be gone. when you went to sleep, she would be gone. you couldn’t even remember the last time you both had sex.

it’s been weeks since you’ve spent actual quality time with her. i mean, yeah, you’d see her every once in a while, when you’d check up on her— when you used to check up on her—forgot to say you’ve stopped doing that since she got upset with you the last time you went in, real upset. you shook your head to yourself as you replayed what she said to you in your mind.

“y/n, i told you. you don’t need to keep coming in here! i don’t need you barging in here every 2 seconds telling me what i need to be doing!”

you couldn’t do anything but look at her like she was stupid then. was she seriously upset over you checking up on her?

“you mad … cause im making sure you eat? stay hydrated? you mad at me over that?! shuri, if i didn’t come in here you’d probably be dead— i mean- you don’t even think about taking care of yourself when you’re in here. you’re lucky i do it for you!”

“i’m not a damn child!”

“shit, coulda fooled me. you get mad when i feed you, you get mad when i when i try to get you to sleep, you get mad when i try to spend time with you! i mean i know you be having stuff to do but could at least give me SOME attention? i haven’t seen you in forever..” it was all flooding out now. everything you’ve been keeping in for those past weeks.

“everything doesn’t revolve around you! i have royal duties and projects to attend to, meaning i can’t have you clinging onto me like a leach all day!”

“a leach?!”

you sat up and rubbed your hands down your face. the more you thought about, the situation the angrier you got. you needed to relax.

you rolled up one of the spare blunts you kept in your room and searched around for a lighter. once finding it in a drawer in your bathroom, you headed outside onto the balcony. flicking the lighter a couple time before the joint lit, you licked your lips before putting it between them, inhaling a good amount and letting it marinate before exhaling.

the whole reason why you two were fighting was fucking stupid to you. but you weren’t going to say anything first. to you, your reasoning was logical.

about 5 minutes passed before you heard your name being called.

“y/n?” you didn’t reply, only putting the half finished blunt between your lips once more because you knew who called you.

shuri appeared beside you, leaning over the ledge with you. you kept looking forward though.

“sthandwa please, will you at least look at me?”

you took your time before you turned your attention over at her. your bored eyes stared into her regret filled ones.

“what shuri”

“i just wanted to talk to you. i want— i need to apologize. please” she begged, taking the blunt and putting it into the nearby ashtray and putting your hands in hers.

she didn’t know if what she was about to say was going to get through to you because of the state that you were in but she was going to try anyway.

“y/n, i can’t even begin to express how sorry i am. it’s just been hard, dealing with my brother and mother’s death. then working on new inventions to protect wakanda while ruling it at the same time. it’s a lot.”

you didn’t speak, letting her know that she was free to continue.

“but that doesn’t excuse how i’ve been treating you, and for that im truly sorry. you’re so precious to me and i shouldn’t have been taking you for granted” she brought your hands up to her face and placed 2 short kisses on your knuckles as she looked at you with those big beautiful eyes. you felt yourself relaxing into her touch, not realizing how touch starved you’ve been for the past few weeks.

“ndiyacela, forgive me”

you couldn’t help but cave. you took your hands out of hers and placed them on her cheeks, bringing her face closer to yours and kissing her softly. it was slow and passionate, shuri could feel all of your love pouring into it. she almost didn’t want to let go.

“i love you shuri, but i can’t help you if you don’t let me in. i wanna be able to help you through your grief. i know it was a whole lot from losing your family but pushing the people who are trying to help you isn’t going to make it better. trust me”

“please mama, don’t shut me out” you whispered before shuri wrapped her arms around your waist and placed her face in the crook of your neck, bringing you impossibly closer to her.

you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as she started littering kisses on your face and you shuddered when you felt her slim, cold hands reach under your hoodie and rub over your skin.

“come on, you blowing my high!” you giggled

“ just let me make up for the lost time baby..” she says, lifting her face from yours and trailing her way down your neck.

a/n: i got an obsession with the reader calling shuri mama/ma

#shuri x y/n #shuri x you #shuri x black! fem! reader #shuri x reader #shuri udaku #bpwf #mcu shuri #shuri fanfiction #letitia wright shuri #jj’s fics

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lillylvjy · 1 year

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omgomgomg lilly!!!

can i get something like a new year party which wilbur or y/n gets drunk and just randomly confess to other

A/n- hi aimi!! I hope you enjoy this! It was poorly written but! It followed the request! So enjoy!

Warnings// one sexual joke (Tommy), swearing, kissing, teasing ig, tell me if I missed anything:)

I thought that I was dream in’ (when you said you loved me)

You honestly didn’t know how you got here. One moment you were talking to Joe and Ash, the next you were being pulled out of the house by Wilbur onto the roof of the apartment building.

“Wilbur, what’s up?” You question the tall man has he let your wrist go and turned his back towards you.

“You know. I’ve never liked when you talked to other guys. Especially my friends.” Wilbur slurred half his words, obviously drunk of his ass. But as people say, drunk words are sober thoughts.

“What? What are you talking about?!” You asked, confused on why he was saying this.

“don’t like how close you get to them. Don’t like how they look at you either. How they think you are free to take and are selfish about you.” Wilbur said laying down on the cold concrete roof.

“Well, I’m sorry Wil but you don’t get to chose who I talk to, who I flirt with, ect. And im sorry you feel that way towards them but I don’t know what you want me to do.” You said, crossing your arms as a breeze came over you. You walked over to Wilbur and sat down next to him.

“Why can’t you just be mine?” He asked in a hush whisper.

“What?” You looked down at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve been hinting and trying to get you to realize that I have fallen in love with you this whole year. And when it seems like you finally get it, poof. You go on and act all flirty with the guys. It’s annoying y/n. Frustrating. All I want is for you to acknowledge my feelings and show me some sign that you feel the same. Or show me that you only like me as a friend. God dammit, just show me something please!” Wilbur begs. He never looks at you. Only looks at the sky.

“Wilbur. I’m sorry. Im sorry I didn’t catch it. I’m sorry that I made you feel like this. In all honesty, I thought you didn’t like me. So I used my only way to get over it. By being flirty with others and trying to find someone else. It didn’t work. I’d only think of you. Wil, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. And I understand that frustration. And I’m sorry for ignoring it.” You said , looking down at your hands as you played with them.

As tears began to sting in your eyes, Wilbur grabbed your hands and kissed them. He lifted your chin to make eye contact with you. “Darling, if knew that! I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

Wilbur cups your face and brings you in for a gentle, loving kiss. After a while you both pull back to catch your breath. You smiled at him as he leans his forehead against yours.

“I really hope you remember this tomorrow.” You told Wilbur as he laughed.

“Oh I’ll definitely remember this!” He said as he pulled you back into a kiss, but it soon got interrupted by an all to familiar gagging sound.

“My eyes! My beautiful eyes! I need bleach!” Tommy screeched as you covered his eyes.

“Tommy! Don’t be mean. Ash wanted us to come get you guys! 5 minutes before midnight!” Em said as she took Tommy’s hand and led him back to the apartment. But Tommy couldn’t leave without saying one more thing.

“Use protection.” He screamed.

Wilbur groaned as you laughed and got up. “Ok lover boy, let’s go back in there. We can share our first new years kiss together. How about that?” You asked him, while helping him off of the floor.

“That sounds lovely. But I have to kill Tommy first.” Wilbur said in a serious tone.

You slapped his chest and scoffed. “He does it to get you riled up, you know?” You pointed out to Wil.

“Yes! But it’s still uncalled for!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah yeah. You’d never kill him tho. You love him too much.” You said, taking Wilbur’s hand and dragging him down the stairs.

“I hate how you’re right.” He huffed as you walked back into the apartment.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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I finished your chris evans reader insert on archive AGAIN 😳🥵 can has another? 🥺👉👈 im in dire need of it 🤲 something related to the sluttiness chris has been embodying recently? 😍

related to my Chris Evans × Reader (both fem and masc chapters available) on AO3 called: "You Heard The Rumors 'Bout These Legs, Well I'm The One Who Spread 'Em"

Also, aw, thank you sweetheart, it's always lovely to hear that people go back and re-read my fics! I have my own fics that I read again and again and again so it's fun to be that for someone else <3

And, while not an entire fic (mostly because I don't know how to write anything brief haha)... you can certainly have a drabble! Inspired by all the recent sluttiness as you wish 😘

Chris Evans × Gender Neutral Reader (with dirty talk, grinding/humping, outdoor hooking up, and hand jobs) under the cut

"How're you doing, big guy?" You purr, climbing into Chris' lap and settling yourself there, one hand on his shoulder and the other carding through his fluffy hair. There's no gel in it today - keeping it slick and in place - instead, some of it has fallen out of its usual style and onto his forehead. Partly the reason there's no product in his hair is because he's been in and out of the pool all day. Swimming, lying in the sun, and running Dodger around the yard, playing chase, in just his swim trunks, sunglasses, and his pendant necklace swinging or hitting his tattooed, untrimmed chest- glinting in the sun. You told him earlier, jokingly, that he's gonna have a tan line from it if he keeps it on, he still hasn't taken it off though. Not that you mind. You take your hand out of his hair for a moment, righting the pendent to sit in the middle of the chain.

"Mmm-?" he hums, sitting up more now, propped on his elbows. You hadn't realized he was napping, eyes shut under those dark shades.

You chuckle, "sleepy?" you ask while ruffling his hair. Amused and so, so entranced. He's so handsome.

"A little." He breathes in hugely, impressive chest rising and falling deeply. You can't help but place both hands on his bare chest. You feel the thump, thump, thump of his heart and the soft scratch of his chest hair under your spread fingers and palms.

"I always pegged you as more of a dog, but here you are, sitting in the sun and stealing cat naps so I'm not so sure anymore..." you say, smiling. And you don't say it but you do think it- that it's fair for him to be sleepy. He's been working hard. Acting as he normally does but also voice acting, working tirelessly on his website, plus doing press for the on-screen acting and voice acting. You know well that press takes the most out of him. He deserves a lazy day in the sun.

"Yeah. 'S better with you here now though," he charms, sleep still clinging to his voice. He's playing with the waist of your shorts as he slips his hands around you. Encircling.

You haven't been out with him the whole day, some of it, sure, whenever you needed a break from your work-from-home job, but not the whole time. So you aren't dressed for swimming or lounging in the sun as he is. Still, his hands find your naked skin as if you are dressed to lay out, caressing your sides and back. The breadth of his hands on you is familiar and comforting.

"Is it?" You breathe, not thinking about what you're saying, just trying to get more of that deep, rumbling timbre out of his mouth and in your ears. His morning (or generally post-sleep) voice is fantastic.

"Always is," he murmurs back, sliding his hands out from under your clothes and up your back, over your shirt. Once his hands get to your shoulders he takes ahold of them to bring you down against him. And he sighs, satisfied when you're laid flat against each other. Chest to chest.

Chris' beard is soft and vaguely scratchy just like his chest hair. It tickles your face as you lean in for a slow, sun-melted kiss. Chris tastes like himself and a little like chlorine plus the beer he's been drinking all afternoon. And, actually, he might just smell like chlorine from swimming so much- sweat and chlorine and just the barest hint of his cologne that hasn't been washed off yet.

He kisses you harder. More force and more lust behind his intent. Waking up. Yeah... waking up more for sure.

One of you parts your lips, then the other.

Then you're licking into each other's mouths. Kissing harder. Kissing sloppier. Chris' beard rasps against your face. His lips are soft and plush against yours. It's intoxicating. His teeth nip at you teasingly. Your lungs burn, needing oxygen bad but you're unwilling to give this up. Not yet. Not without a fight. You push just a little harder.

Then break away, panting. Just for long enough to get enough air into your system, then you dive right back in- desperate. Starved for it.

Your noses hit together a little too hard. It doesn't stop either of you. You have to keep going. Keep going.

Amidst the ramping up kisses, getting hotter and hotter between you both, his hands slide down to your ass. They feel massive on you. His heavy hands.

His hands grope you through your clothes until he becomes too impatient and slips his hands underneath your shorts and underwear.

You rip your mouths apart to gasp. His hands on your bare skin makes you gasp. He pinches you. Just changing things up. You gasp again, louder this time. And he laughs, low and shiver-indusing with the how dangerous and teasing it feels. "Chriss-"

Against your mouth he rumbles, kissing again, just a passionate and burning, "what?" Then, "you got more work to do or somethin'? Somewhere you gotta run off to, huh, baby?"

"N-no," you pant hard against his mouth, wishing he was kissing you instead of using that wonderful mouth to talk.

"Then what?" He challenges.

"Nothing," you puff, "I- I just like saying your name." You haven't been out in the sun long enough to get burned but you feel like you might've been. Your cheeks flushed.

Chris' lips curl into a cocky smirk, "yeah?" He grabs you harder, his fingers digging into your ass and his impressive erection digging into your front. "Say it again then. C'mon sweet thing," he coos, "say my name."

"Chris-" you obey with a shiver.

Chris groans for your trouble, nosing your jaw. Leaning closer. You drop your head to reach his lips better, aching to kiss him more.

You kiss him hard. Gasping at the electric heat zapping between you and now pooling low in your stomach.

His tongue slips between your lips, fucking into your mouth. Wet and hot and- your toes curl as his mouth and hands envelope you wholly.

You can't think about anything but this.

Just this.

"Chris-" you say it right into his mouth this time. Barely audible and chasing the obscene sound of his name coming out of your lips by biting his lower lip. He makes another hungry sound, tilting his face up more to get more of your mouth. Hotly needy. Loving it when you both cut loose and get little rough.

You bite him again. You chase the hurt away with a flick of your tongue. He groans so lowly, so roughly it comes out as a growl.

Fuck.

Chris is restless underneath you. He's just woken up and he's moving up into you in an uncoordinated fashion, like he really did just get bumped out of his dreams. Early morning... moving with what feels good. Aninal. Instinctive.

His hips are twitching up against you like he can't control them. His breaths are coming out unsteady and rough from that huge, gorgeous chest. His lips haven't closed yet from his last groan- his last growl.

Now, he makes another little sound though. High and desperate. His face, neck, and chest are a beautiful, flushed pink. You squirm intentionally on top of him, grinding a little, panting at how hot and heavy and thick he is under you. His swim trunks do nothing to conceal his cock. You love it.

You run your fingers through his hair and then push his sunglasses up into his hair so you can see his eyes...

They're dark and heavily lidded, almost shut as he stares hungrily at you. He doesn't speak. Just stares, lips gaped and breathing heavily with his fingertips digging into your sides.

"Feel good?" You whisper, moving a hand between your grinding bodies so you can cup his heavy, hard cock.

"Uh-huh," he puffs, nodding jaggedly. Moaning when you grab him more firmly. He throbs in your hand.

You squeeze him harder through his swim trunks. You stroke the impressive length of him. Hot. Heavy. He lets out another moan, throwing his head back on the deck chair he's reclined on. The motion makes his sunglasses hit back down over his nose. You'd laugh at it, especially at the shocked look he suddenly makes, not expecting the shades to be there, but you're too focused on making him feel good. Massaging him. Thick, hot, and heavy under your hand.

You lean down enough to bite his bearded jaw.

He makes a wordless sound that almost could be your name.

Encouraging it, this obscene show he's putting on by just being him and enjoying himself, you keep using your mouth. Biting his jaw. Kissing his neck. Nipping his collarbones. Taking that stupidly attractive little pendant on his necklace between your teeth. And working your way lower, lower, lower. All the while you have one hand on his cock. Stroking him gently but mostly focusing on squeezing and drawing your thumb across where you know the sensitive head of his cock lies. You love the way he twitches when you touch that part of him. All of those nerve endings. Right there. Sensitive and red-hot.

"God," he pants and his hips jerk up hard. Your gut swoops with arousal. Between sloppy kisses over his clenching abs, you bite your lip.

Fuck.

He's so hot.

"C'mon baby," you murmur, lips to his skin, tasting of sunscreen and sweat and chlorine, "tell me about how you feel."

"Feels good," he breathes as you get to the waistband of his swim trunks. Kissing. Licking. Pulling at the damp fabric with your teeth only to let it snap back against him. He hisses. He gasps. His hips jokt forward, wordlessly begging for it. It's heady, making him react like that.

"What else?" You demand.

"Feels... feels good," he puffs, having a hard time keeping it together with one of his hands now in your hair and the other at his side, balled into a fist. "Your hand, oh God, baby, it feels so good." You massage his cock with the heel of your palm just for that. Making it good for him. More good. "And- and your mouth. Your mouth is- mmm, it's so good. It feels so good. You're doing so good for me. Please don't stop. Don't stop. Ngh-!" He rambles.

His slurred words and cute, outrageously attractive pleads don't go unnoticed. You pull the band of his shorts down, exposing his cock to your eager eyes and the open air. You make a fist around him, kissing his hip, his v-line tattoos, and intent to put your mouth around the crown of his cock to work at swallowing him all down (you always have to be gentle and go slow because of the size of him) but-

"Oh, oh, God, baby-!" He whines as you stroke him, convulsing as he busts. His hot, wet release gets on your face and neck and over his lower stomach as he moans, pants, and swears through his orgasm. You don't mind. You don't mind the free show even as he breathlessly apologizes for it, saying he doesn't know what came over him, he just got caught up and- he should've warned you. He should've let you blow him like you were gonna but-

It doesn't matter. Squeezing his flagging erection now that he's cum, you watch, gleefully, the way he twitches once or twice, sensitive, before you crawl back up his body. "I don't care," you purr, watching his eyes catch the stain of his release over you, claiming you, "I just wanted to make you feel good, big guy, and it's good to know that I don't even have to try." You wink. He blushes. "I got you there so easy you couldn't even stop yourself..."

"Shit, baby," Chris growls, grabbing you with weak hands, pawing at you, sliding you in close, "you talk like that an' I'm not gonna stay soft for long," he threatens, then launches into that overwhelmingly attractive tone of voice that only seems to come out at particularly... intense... situations, "you want it? You want your turn? Whaddya want, honey, I'll give it to you. You want my mouth? You want my dick in you? My fingers? C'mon, whaddya think? Whadd're you craving, baby?"

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romanoffprentiss · 2 years

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Next Thing you Know

Me hating country and most of my fics based on country songs

You swear you’re staying single next thing you know

You meet a girl at a bar next thing you know

You get her laughing

Its 2 am

Emily joined the BAU with the goal of staying single. She had been burned one to many times and the effort wasn’t worth the heartache. That was what she said to JJ one night at a girls night. Like a sign from above you walked into the BAU and changed her world. She had tried to stay professional, but after a night at Penelope’s she decided your laugh was the best thing in the world. That night she kissed you on your car door and your smile was present for weeks after.

:read more:

Then you tell your buddies

3 months in

She aint moving in

Derek heard about the kiss from Penelope who heard it from JJ who heard it from Spencer who you told. Derek walked over to Emily’s Desk with a pep in his step,

“So y/n?” He grins and Emily sighs looking up at him,

“What are you talking about?” She raises an eyebrow and he smirks,

“Why don’t we recreate what you two did at baby girls place” he teased and Emily hit him with a file,

“Its not like that” she defended and Derek rolled his eyes,

“mhm, Penelope told me you’d be considered a ‘u-haul lesbian’?” He quoted and Emily laughed,

“She is not moving in !”

But next thing you know

There’s a U-haul trailer

Next thing you know

Your old apartment

Is y’alls new place

There goes the carpet

But the deer head stays

Derek wouldn’t let it go as he helped unload boxes into Emilys apartment.

“Remember a couple months ago?” He began and Emily threw a stuffed animal at him,

“Em ! Watch out !” You playfully scold as you pick up the stuffed toy and kiss her cheek leaving Emily apologizing and leaning in for a kiss and chasing after your lips when you pull away,

“You’re so whipped” Derek continued his teasing, this time Penelope walks over,

“Leave the love birds alone Derek! They’re so sweet” she cooed and you both blush at the comment.

That next day you got to work re arranging the living room,

“Woah what’s wrong with it?” Emily pouts seeing you put the carpet in the donate pile,

“This one I ordered will fit with the space better” you say and she sighs,

“Well then my emo rock collection stays” she says and you laugh,

“As long as you do the same hair and eyeliner” you tease walking over to her and wrapping your arms around her waist kissing her cheek,

“I can’t believe Garcia showed you that” Emily groans hiding her face in your neck leaving kisses up and down,

“It was actually Spencer” you whisper and Emily gasps,

“Im gonna kill him”

Next thing you know

You’re Savin money like never before (just to)

Spend it all at a jewelry store (gettin)

Emily had been comfortable all her life, which is why she spared no expense picking out your ring. She spent multiple nights in JJ’s office going over rings and sizes,

“This one is perfect” she says pulling up the most beautiful ring she’s seen in days,

“She’s going to love it” JJ says and smiles trying to ignore the hefty price tag.

Down on one knee on her mama’s porch

Just pray she don’t say no

The dinner was amazing. Conversation flowed freely and Emily looked like a lovesick puppy the whole time. After she pays she grabs your hand and leads you down a path,

“Emily considering what we do for a living this is the worst idea ever” you joke as she leads you down the wooded dark path,

“It’ll be worth it, plus I have my gun” she replies and you giggle as an opening reveals with rose petals and candles,

Emily leads you to the middle and you notice Penelope and JJ standing off to the side with cameras,

“Em?” you turn to face her but look down seeing her on one knee noticing a ring box in her hands,

“Y/n Ive loved you from the moment you walked into the BAU I thought I would never fall in love and the-“ she’s cut off as you almost take her down hugging her. She laughs and you kiss her all over her face,

“Yes yes yes ! A million times yes” you say and she kisses you deeply. Once releasing she puts the ring on your finger,

“I got it !” JJ shouts walking over with the camera with a proud smile as she congratulates you two.

Next thing you know

Your best man gives a half drunk speech (and you’re)

Sunburnt on a honeymoon beach (and your)

Left hand’s getting used to that ring

There the next two three or years go

Emily sat next to you at the bridal party table, JJ to your left and Emily to your right. Once Derek stood up you knew it would be trouble, you give a look to Emily who shrugs and kisses you gently which gets rid of any fear of Derek’s speech,

“Emily Prentiss, or should I say my princess” Derek begins,

“I met you on your first day on the BAU and woo, at first I thought I could have a chance with you” You raised an eyebrow and Derek looked at you,

“Don’t worry mama she’s all yours, I knew once y/n walked in that Emily was gone, miss. commitment issues Prentiss, miss. I don’t need anyone Prentiss, had met her match, and she tried in the beginning to ignore it, but y/n has that effect on people, to squeeze her way into your heart even if every defense tells you to avoid her, even when she’s enabling Reid to go on his long rambles, and can convince you to drink way more then you should on a work night” the crowd laughs and you squeeze Emilys hand and see her staring at you lovingly,

“I mean look at them, can’t take their eyes off of each other for 5 seconds” Derek teases and you chuckle as Emily leans in for a kiss.

The next week is spent blissfully on a beach. You sip your drink and watch as Emily gets out of the pool, you didn’t think someone could make it look so sexy but here she was. She walked over drenched and stands over you. You lower your sunglasses as she leans down for a kiss,

“Hi baby” you say and she grins,

“Hello mrs.Prentiss” she grins and gets on top of you,

“Emily ! You’re soaked !” You shriek but can’t help but laugh,

“You said till death do us part” she jokes and you kiss her again,

“Death will come soon for us with hypothermia” you joke and she laughs. It’s your favorite sound, you’re amazed you can spend the rest of your life making her laugh like that.

Next thing you know

Y’all weren’t really trying next thing you know

There’s a test on the counter next thing you know

She’s standing there crying nodding her head yes

You’re half excited half scared to death (cause)

After almost a year of treatments and tests and needles you were ready to give up. It broke Emily’s heart to see you so upset over it, one last attempt you had both agreed that after that, you couldn’t handle another negative. Emily came home from a brunch with her mother and frowned when she couldn’t find you in the living room, the kitchen, or the bedroom. She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked gently,

“Y/n?” She asked and you sniffle opening the door for her,

“Honey what’s wrong?” She asks and hugs you. You cry into her shoulder as her eyes meet the stick laying on the counter,

“Is that?” She pauses not believing it as she holds up the stick seeing the two lines. She gasps and looks over as you nod and she picks you up hugging you tightly. It all hits her that there is a baby now. It’s no longer a hypothetical but a reality. Someone she will be in charge of and have to make sure she raises them properly.

Next thing you know

You’re wearing scrubs and a funny white hat (and the)

Doctor’s saying how you doin there Mom (and)

Nobody’s ever called you that (and)

You take the drive home slow

Standing in the OR, Emily did not picture this. You’re on the table, the meds have definitely kicked in and you smile up at her,

“You look so funny baby” you say and she chuckles wiping the tears from her eyes,

“Anything to be here with you” she says kissing your head. She doesn’t look over the curtain until you make a look of discomfort,

“You’re doing so well” she whispers in your head and stands up to see. A gasp is let out as she sees the baby be lifted up and a screeching cry fills the room,

“Is she okay?” You ask and Emily nods eagerly,

“She’s beautiful y/n” she says and the doctor rests the baby by your head. Emily lets out a sob as you hold the baby for the first time,

“You doing okay there mom?” Rossi asks as Emily spaced out for a minute as the team each take turns holding the baby,

“Yeah just soaking it all in” she says and is off again in her own world as it hits her that she’s a mother now. She would do anything for your little girl. She’s never felt this strong of a love before.

On the way home you almost complain about how Emily goes 5 under the speed limit,

“She’s okay em” you encourage sitting in the back seat as Nadia holds your finger in her sleep.

Next thing you know

Its first steps, first dates, first car (it’s)

11:01 wondering where they are

Then you’re saying USC’s too far

Its amazing how fast 17 years go

Emily sighed leaning back in her desk chair. It was a long night of paperwork, she thought back to the days that it didn’t matter if she stayed late but now she had you and Nadia waiting on her. She longed to see you both, you had left earlier, finishing your report early to be able to pick up Nadia. The lights were dim and everyone but her and Hotch were left. The door to the Bullpen open and she hears and squeal and some footsteps,

“What are you guys doing here?” Emily said turning around to see you both standing,

“We missed our mama, didn’t we?” You coo at Nadia who reaches out,

“Mama” she says and you put her down on the floor holding her hands to guide her to walk over, she had been teasing walking for a while but still needed something to hold onto,

Until suddenly she let go of your hands and took three steps right into Emily’s arms,

“Oh my god ! Oh my god ! you did it baby !” Emily smiled lifting Nadia up into the air and kissing her cheeks as Nadia clapped.

That felt like just yesterday. Emily looked into Nadia’s room as you helped her apply her lipstick. It was prom and you did not waste a second making sure it would be perfect for Nadia. Emily never got to go to prom herself and was glad to see how excited Nadia was. She was glad that you both raised her to be able to enjoy normal teenage things,

“Isn’t she a little too young for all this?” Emily asked and you rolled your eyes,

“She’s 17 its completely appropriate” you say and Emily chuckles. Nadia looks up at Emily and smiles,

“How do I look?” She asked and Emily smiled,

“Gorgeous like always” she kissed Nadias hair as the doorbell rang,

“Ill get it” Nadia shoots up but you hold her back,

“Let mama make him sweat a little” you chuckle as Nadia looks mortified as Emily answers the door,

“Hello mrs.Prentiss, is Nadia almost ready?” The boy asks and Emily notes he’s dressed up and holding a bouquet of flowers,

“You make it really hard to play bad cop Henry” Emily teased and let him in. Nadia and you walk down the stairs and Henry smiles,

“You look amazing” he lets out and hands her flowers, she giggles and they go to leave,

“Wait wait ! I need pictures !” You say grabbing the camera, and Nadia lets out a groan. You blink away tears as they pose,

“I can’t believe you guys are all grown up” you wipe a tear and Emily puts her arm around you,

“You guys get out of here before the waterworks, have her back by 11 mister” she points at Henry who nods quickly,

“Yes ma’am” he says. You both watch as they share smiles and Henry opens her car door for her,

“Those smiles are dangerous” Emily points out and you chuckle,

“Let them be teens” you say and send JJ the pictures.

“Babe come to bed” you say from the staircase as Emily sits in the kitchen,

“She should be home by now” Emily says and you frown,

“did you call her?” You ask walking over and wrapping your arms around her shoulder’s kissing her cheek,

“No but we agreed 11” she huffs and you grab your phone and see Nadia sent a text saying the movie got out late and she was on her way home now,

“See no need to worry” you try to reassure her but she doesn’t budge. She waits for Nadia to come home and once she’s inside and the house is locked up you walk past the hall to see Emily tucking Nadia in. You stand in the doorway as Emily kisses her forehead,

“I know USC is exciting and you want to get away but maybe a school in the same state? Or timezone? I don’t think I can handle worrying about you while you’re all the way on the other side of the country” Emily says and Nadia chuckles,

“You worry too much mama” Nadia replied and Emily shook her head,

“Its my job, I just want you to be safe and happy, and if USC is it, then ill be right there, but me and mom need at least weekly calls to keep us sane, otherwise ill steal the jet and fly over myself” Emily says and Nadia nods,

“I love you mama” she says and hugs Emily,

“Love you too bug” Emily says.

Next thing you know

You get to know your wife again (and you’re)

More in love then you’ve ever been (with a)

Lot of years of remember when’s

And still some down the road

Emily thought that the house would be quiet. Coming home after getting Nadia settled. She was proven wrong. She missed Nadia dearly but part of her loved this new phase. Waking up to breakfast in bed, dancing around the living room, baking, watching tv, anything was way better doing it together.

Retirement felt amazing, Emily worried that she would miss the action, and maybe occasionally she did, but standing behind you in the kitchen while you guys tried to make homemade cookies, she knew that she never wanted to leave this life you two have built.

Cause next thing you know

You got a yard full of your kid's kids and ya

Take 'em to church, teach 'em to fish, and ya

Tell 'em stories every chance you get

About how fast this life down here can go

After Emily’s mother passed, she inherited her fathers old cabin. You two quickly moved in and settled into an outdoors lifestyle. She was brought back to summers spent here with her father so many years ago. She walked out onto the porch and watched as Henry chased a little Charlie around who’s giggles were infectious, she walked over to where Will, JJ, Nadia, and yourself were chatting at the table. Henry soon walks over with Charlie on his shoulders,

“Grandma can we go fishing now?” Charlie asked and Emily smiled, though originally she hated the grandma title, feeling too old, Charlie, just like his mom, had Emily wrapped around his finger,

“Of course bud lets grab our things” she said and they walked into the shed. You smile watching the two,

“He looks just like you Nadia” you comment taking a sip of your cup,

“Reminds me when Elizabeth tried to come camping with us that one year” you reminisce and Nadia lets out a laugh,

“She had pantsuits on to go for a hike” Nadia remembers and you both laugh. Emily leads Charlie to the lake and smiles as she helps him with his rod,

“You know I used to fish with my dad when I was your age, in this very spot” Emily tells the boy and he squints looking up at her,

“You were my age?” He asked and she laughed nodding,

“Long long ago, one day you can take your own kids fishing and tell this story” Emily says and the moment is interrupted by a pull on the line and Emily helps him reel in the fish. Charlies face lit up as Henry ran over with his camera to take a picture of the moment. After putting the fish back and sitting around the fireplace that night. Emily put her arm around you,

“I think we did alright” she says softly and you look up at her,

“I wouldn’t change a thing” you agree and kiss her gently, still managing to give her the butterflies you did that first night at Garcia’s apartment.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminal minds #imagine #cm

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markosbabymama · 8 months

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yipppeee!!! :) in that case can i pls get a ck matchup?

i’m 5’3” (160 cm) , i have stone blue eyes but they change to green or grey depending on the day. my hair is wavy and shoulder length and it’s the color of cinnamon. i have dark freckles under my right eye but not my left. im on the lighter-tannish side and i have a sharp button nose.

i’m an aquarius rising and sun , and i’m a pisces moon. i’m an introverted extrovert and an entp. i have anxiety and adhd. i tend to hyperfixate on things very easily. i love film, and writing, and reading. horror is my favorite genre of book and movie. my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. my aesthetic per-say is modern downtown girl meets 70s downtown girl.

i love music si much it’s a big part of my life. i’m learning to speak spanish and i tend to talk a lot if you couldn’t already tell. rambling is a big habit of mine.

i’m so sorry ml for writing like 3 full paragraphs 😭😭 mwah mwah tysm <3333

u are literally the cutest ever?!🩷🥹

you are made for miguel sorry i don’t make the rules

UGH HEIGHT DIFFERENCE !!

he loves to lean down and kiss u literally his favorite thing ever.

he’ll randomly give u piggy back rides or pick u up bridal style and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever

loves loves LOVES UR EYES!!!!

literally kisses ur eyelids bc he loves your eyes sm

*looks down at u while ur cuddling him* “when we get married and have kids they better have your eyes, or else i don’t want em.” *slaps his chest* “miguel!”

takes random pics of ur eyes while they’re in light

loves to run his hands threw ur hair. it’s therapeutic for him.

definitely tried to braid it and fails miserably but it’s the thought that counts.

randomly buys u claw clips and hair ties🥹

has a hair tie on his wrists at all times just in case.

once tired to kiss all the freckles on ur face to see if he could do it LOL

obvi he couldn’t but it’s okay cus he loves to kith u lol.

always admired ur freckles. thinks it’s the prettiest thing on the planet.

NOSE KISSES ARE A DAILY THING.

kisses ur nose as many times as human can.

loves to pinch ur nose as well lolz

he loves ur nose sm

he’s honestly always by you’re side since he knows it takes time for u to warm up to ppl

especially at party’s.

he will never leave ur side EVER.

only time he does is to get u a drink. but even then he’s like “u sure ur okay by urself? promsie??”

and let’s say u have an anxiety attack/ ur overwhelmed by something

MY GOD HES WAISTING NO TIME

he will run to your side so fast to make sure you’re okay.

will do breathing exercises with you, rub your back, give you water, talk u threw it, he will literally not move from ur side unless you say to.

loves how u get so invested in something

like he will literally go out of his way to make sure he knows everything abt ur hyper fixation

no matter wtf it is. it could be abt rocks and this man will search how many there are, JUST to talk to u abt it.

adores reading horror books/ watching horror movies with u.

he’ll wrap his whole body around u with twelve blankets on a couch and just sit there listening to you tell him about facts abt the movie, the cast, where it was filmed, ect.

loves watching u write

will literally just sit next to u and watch

HE ADORES EVERYTHING U DO MAN🥹

loves how passionate u are abt music

makes a special playlist just for u.

is proud when u add a song from his playlist to urs

“U LIKE THIS SONG???” *smiles like a six year old*

i honestly believe miguel is touchy too so he LOVES when u can’t keep ur hands off him

not in a sexual way, in a loving, caring, sweet way🖤

holds onto ur waist all the time

y’all definitely link arms all the time

he’s always touching u and the other way around. y’all can’t keep each others hands off the other.

“you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, mi amor.”

loves ur style and loves going shopping with u.

will hold up a pair of boots and go

“omg this would look so pretty on u mi amor.”

also loves finding lil hats for u to wear.

will blow every last dollar he has to buy u clothes.

*walks in with 5 giant bags* “Y/N, I HAVE A SUPRISE FOR YOUUU!!”

UGH LOVES CUS UR LEARNING SPANISH??!?!?!

literally is ur tutor

“Eres el amor de mi vida.” *looks over to him* “what did u just say, miguel? *smiles from ear to ear.* “nothiiinggg.”

u find out like three days later and kiss the shit out of him. LMAO

leaves lil love notes in spanish in ur locker everyday 🥹

so proud of u when u have your first full convo in spanish.

“YOU DID IT!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU MI AMOR!” *tackles u and kisses ur face.*

so much shit talking happens at school.

miguel: “¿Viste su traje?”

y/n: “Sí, oh Dios mío. ella se parece a mi abuela.”

*both of u dying of laughter*

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE MY GOODNESSSSSS. i really hope u enjoy this cause i had a blast writing it. love ya!!🩷🥹

#cobra kai #miguel diaz x reader #cobra kai imagines #eli moskowitz x reader #miguel diaz #cobra kai x reader #robby keene x reader #tory nichols #miguel diaz oneshot #miguel diaz imagine

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minervadashwood · 8 months

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Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 25

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Summary: Zombie apocalypse? In my romantic story? It may be sooner than you think. This chapter contains: mentions of alcohol, the use of firearms, and canon-typical violence. Note: This story takes place around 2010, at a time when cell phone videos were pretty shitty. Word count: 2.5K

“This shit don’t make no sense,” Merle mumbled, tying his boots.

Jesus squatted in front of him, eye level. “It may not make any sense to you , but that doesn’t make it any less real for them.”

Merle furiously tied his laces. “What you wan’ from me? Just kowtow to Officer Friendly and let ‘im embarrass my brother?”

Jesus sighed, tired of having this conversation. However, Merle was not nearly as argumentative today as he had been when Daryl first told him.

Jesus placed his hands on Merle’s knees. “I don’t have a problem with you sleeping around. Same goes for you when it comes to me. How is this any different?”

Merle leaned back and sighed. “‘Cause it is. Daryl don’t deserve to share Peanut with nobody.”

Jesus stood up, hiding his smile. As rough and angry as Merle might be, the man cared about his brother. Almost to a fault.

“I think that’s for Daryl to decide,” Jesus replied, helping Merle to his feet.

Carl begged to push the button for your doorbell, so Rick let him. A minute later, Daryl swung open the door, his hair disheveled and only one sock on his feet.

“Hey…uh…come on in. Y/N’s uh…they’re uh--”

Rick smirked at his friend, needing no further hints to guess what you’d been up to. Daryl was awash in your scent, half-dressed, and blushing.

“Daryl!” Carl exclaimed. “Do you want to see my checker set? It’s brand new!”

“I-uh…”

Rick ruffled Carl’s hair. “Let’s get upstairs first.”

The three of them were in the living room, Daryl now with both socks on, when you came down the hallway.

Carl had thoroughly trapped Daryl into a demonstration of each dinosaur-emblazoned checker, so Rick turned his attention to you.

“Hi,” you said, smiling.

Rick swept you up in a tight hug, first kissing your cheek and then holding you against his chest. “Up to no good, Omega?” he whispered. “Was it Daryl’s idea or yours?”

“Mine,” you grinned, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Open invitation for you to join us anytime.”

“Soon,” he said, lowering his voice. “Very soon, my eager Bunny.”

“Promise?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I want a hug, too!” Carl announced, and suddenly he was futilely trying to pull Rick off you.

However, you let go and squat down, ignoring Rick, and giving Carl a gentle hug.

“Got a big day planned for us?” you asked the little boy.

“Yes, checkers! Will you teach me to play? And at two DinoTown comes on, and will you make me PB&J but without the J?”

You rose up, and Rick put his arm around the small of your back. He gestured to the bag he’d brought up. “Lunch is already made. Snacks, too. Are you sure you’re okay with this? Maybe we can reschedule for next weekend when Lori has him.”

“Rick,” you said, putting a hand on his chest. “This is fine. You two will be a phone call away. Besides, everyone needs this. I need to spend time with Carl, you need to spend time with Ro and Merle. It’s the next step, isn’t it? For us?”

“Yeah, but I hate leaving you alone.”

“Well, I’m not going to the shooting range unless you want a basket-case on your hands, and Carl is way too young.”

Daryl slid up next to you and kissed your cheek. “Bubbie’ll be alright, Rick. Checked the weather and no storms headed this way. Lots of food, DVDs. Besides, ain’t it cute? Thinking of ‘em with yer pup? At home waitin’ for us?”

You turned your head into Daryl’s chest. “Come home safe, and not too drunk, please.”

“Promise,” Daryl said. He hugged you, then so did Rick, and they both left the house. Neither one voiced how much they wanted to stay, though they felt it keenly. But today was for the pack as a whole, and Rick especially was determined to make all of this work.

At the shooting range, Rick paid the admission fee for all of them, using his membership discount. Daryl, Merle, and “Jesus” had to read and sign legal disclaimers, and Rick took the opportunity to study each of them.

Jesus--or Ro, depending on who you asked--was a young sharp-eyed man clad in a trench coat and not carrying any guns of his own. Merle, now a few years older than his mugshot, with even less hair and a patchy, white winter beard growing in, stood next to Daryl, who was grumbling at his brother.

“Ya ain’t had a drink yet? It says here ya can’t be under the influence.”

Jesus looked up at the brothers. “He’s good. Promise.”

A moment passed and Daryl spoke up again. “None of that crazy shit today. Ya point yer gun at anything but the target an’ you’ll be sorry.”

Merle scoffed. “I ain’t shot nobody yet. Don’t get yer panties in a twist.”

Daryl glared at his brother.

Merle shrugged. “‘M doin’ this fer Peanut, an’ I guess they’re too fond of all y’all fer me to get up to much anyway.”

Rick hid his smile by pretending to scratch his nose. He was more worried about Merle than anything, but if the guy already had a soft spot for you, then maybe that worry was misplaced.

Hours later, with multiple rounds of spent ammunition and competitive boasting later, one thing was clear: Jesus had the steadiest hand in all of Georgia.

“Kid knows how to handle big guns,” Merle announced, putting his arm around Jesus’s shoulders, drawing the younger man close to him.

Daryl looked on, and Rick noticed the slightest softening of his friend’s features, the changes revealing that Daryl was happy for Merle. And that made Rick happy, too.

Next, they drove to a nearby bar and grill, where everyone but Daryl had a few beers, and they all shared multiple courses of appetizers.

The late afternoon spilled into the evening, and Rick began to feel that tangible connection to his new pack. The inherent balance among them: two betas, one blustery, the other calm. It was no wonder Merle and Jesus had fallen in together. Then there was Daryl and Rick himself. The introverted, anxious alpha contrasted with Rick’s extroverted confidence.

Finally, you, tying them together.

Sitting at the table with the others, Rick’s patience began to wear thin. It’d been too long since he and Daryl had said goodbye earlier today. What’s more, Rick was tired of waiting, tired of forcing himself to be patient. You were his mate , and it was clear to him now that his caution had become an unnecessary impediment.

Across the table, Jesus was leaning tipsily on Merle’s shoulder, halfheartedly eating the last of the cheddar fries. However, beside Rick was Daryl, knee bouncing and eyes glancing around the room.

Perhaps he was as eager to leave as Rick was.

“Ready to get home to our omega?” Rick asked.

“Mmm,” Daryl grunted, reaching for his wallet and pulling out the cash to pay the bill. “Le’s go.”

After Daryl had dropped Jesus and Merle off in the city, he got back on the highway and headed home.

Rick was sober enough to drive, but Daryl was the official DD for the evening, so Rick didn’t protest.

About halfway home, though, they came to a roadblock that was just now getting set up, giving Rick a clear view of a two-vehicle accident that took up both lanes. Floodlights and headlights shone on the scene in the winter darkness.

“Fuck,” Daryl mumbled, putting the truck into park. “How long’s this gonna take?”

“I’ll find out,” Rick replied, getting out and taking out his badge. As he got closer to the scene, he quickly realized the victims were dead. A woman’s head was halfway through her windshield in one car, while in the other car, a man slumped in the driver’s seat, his white skin gray and pale, his open eyes lifeless.

It looked like the man slammed into the woman’s car, killing them both with the impact.

“Hey fellas,” he said to the officers on the scene. “Need any help?”

The person in charge, a square and bulky woman with blond hair up in a tight bun shook her head. “Not unless you can get the morgue guys here any faster.”

Rick actually hadn’t seen his share of dead bodies in his work for King’s County. He’d seen a few, and that meant standing in the roadway right now, the sight made him queasy and on edge.

“Was it a heart attack or something?”

“Not sure,” she mumbled, then answered a question from one of the other officers.

Behind the barricade, a small crowd was gathering, some with cell phones out, taking photos and videos of the scene. Rick glanced back at Daryl, who remained in the truck. Rick met his eyes, and suddenly Daryl was pointing at him.

At the same time a voice cried out, “Sergeant!”

Rick turned to see the blonde police woman on high alert, reflexively drawing her sidearm.

A collective gasp tore through the small crowd. Rick took a few steps back, not sure what to do since he was unarmed and unprotected. He watched as the peaked man shambled out of his car and fell onto all fours on the hard pavement. The sergeant lowered her weapon as the man got to his feet. He let out a gurgled growl and lunged for the nearest police officer. In their panic, the officer shot off their weapon into the man’s torso, yet he didn’t stop. He yanked on the officer’s shoulders and bit into their cheek.

Horrified Rick backed up even more, panic rising in his chest, alpha senses on high alert: protect and defend.

But all he could do was watch as all the uniformed officers opened fire on the stumbling man. Bullets flew through his body. Yet it was many long seconds before he finally fell to the ground, his body unable to stand any longer. Still, the gurgling never ceased. He lay face down on the road, his jaw flapping and that sickening sound incessant.

One last shot impaled the man’s head. Then all was silent.

“Rick, we gotta get the fuck outta here.”

Rick let out a sudden breath, stunned to find Daryl standing next to him.

“I should stay and--” Rick protested.

“They need us. Now .” Daryl interrupted. “C’mon I know a back way home.”

Rick glanced back at the sergeant, who was treating her young officer’s facial wound. At the same time, he felt an urging insistence from his inner alpha to get back to you, his mate.

Without another word, both men got back in the truck, and Daryl peeled the vehicle off the highway and onto the shoulder, going back about half a mile to a turnoff down a dusty one-lane road.

By the time they were back to the Chalets it was nearing eight at night, and Rick followed Daryl inside, every instinct on high alert, and vaguely sensing your distress, a whisper compared to what Daryl felt since Rick had yet to claim you.

Daryl barrelled through the kitchen door, and you were there, falling into his arms and shaking. Rick closed the door behind him, and then you reached your hand, grabbing his.

“Carl’s asleep,” you whispered. “Have you seen the news?”

“What news?” Daryl asked, pulling away to look down at you.

“A man--he tried to eat someone. A police officer . “

Rick slipped his hand from yours and left you with Daryl. In the living room, he saw Carl fast asleep under a knitted afghan, and the television was on, the volume low. On screen were a series of grainy videos captured on flip phones and smartphones, each a different angle of the very scene he witnessed. The news reporters’ voiceovers tried to explain the scene, questioning what they actually saw.

They concluded it was drug-related, and police backed up this claim, according to their sources.

But Rick knew what he had seen. No drug could account for a man standing up to a spray of bullets from multiple police officers. The videos also didn’t capture the inhuman sounds the man had made, the very memory of that gurgling wail was not something Rick was likely to ever forget.

Distantly, he heard you and Daryl in the living room.

“It’s okay, Bubbie,” Daryl whispered, bringing Rick’s attention away from the TV. He found the remote and turned it off, all the shoulds and supposed to ’s of his job flitting through his mind.

Yet, he couldn't stomach the thought of going back out there, of leaving you and Carl. Besides, this was not something a King’s County deputy had any jurisdiction over.

“Go to Rick now, okay?” Daryl told you, meeting Rick’s eyes. “I gotta unload the truck and lock up.”

Rick nodded, and reached for you. He led you down the hallway, toward your nest. You hung onto him with both hands, trembling, but not crying or whimpering, at least not yet.

“I was so worried about you,” you told him, at the threshold of the bedroom. “Daryl was--I’d never felt him like that--and--I’m just glad you’re safe and here. What happened on your way home?”

Rick pressed you up against the wall, drawing close and resting his forehead on yours. “I’m sorry I had you worried. I just wanted to help.”

“Help? With what?”

Rick began to explain. “What you saw on TV…we were there, right at the road block. I was offering to help when--” Rick stopped short, unsure how to explain just what happened. “When that man attacked someone.”

“You were there?” You grabbed at his shirt. “So what I felt was you and Daryl--so close to it--and you--”

“I wanted to help,” Rick repeated. “And they had it under control until he got out of the car. Everyone thought he was dead, but I guess not.”

Your lower lip trembled.

“Hush, Bunny,” he commanded you, and you remained silent. “We’re fine now, aren’t we? Me and Daryl.”

You shook your head and bit your lip.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s nothing,” you replied, clearly trying to control yourself.

Rick kissed your forehead and ran his hands up and down your sides, trying to comfort you.

“I’m selfish,” you whispered after a moment. “I just want you home and safe. But that’s not who you are. It’s your job to be out there.”

“Not tonight.”

You blinked up at him, eyes questioning.

Rick cupped your jaw and moved his thumbs over your cheeks. “Tonight, you get to be selfish.”

“I do?”

Rick nodded, and leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth. Then, he whispered in your ear. “And so do I.”

Next chapter.

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drinker-of-paint · 3 months

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Just some thoughts from listening to the first 2 eps for the Magnus protocol because brain go brrrrr

(Except I'm an idiot so any theories I have will be batshit and based on very little)

So for character alignments heres what I'm getting vibes wise

Alice: vast or spiral, haven'tquite pinned down which, maybe I'm biased but I'm leaning towards vast

Sam: eye?

Gwen: definitely eye and I weirdly like her

Colin: really not sure vaguely eye from something I cant place but mans definitely got some shit going on

And the many thoughts I felt the overwhelming need to spam In the comments if anyone's interested:

-Why do I feel like him ticking that response box is gonna be a whole thing

Tbh I'm here listening to literally everything they say being like "hm that sounds like foreshadowing" so I'm just gonna tell my brain to fuckin unclench and enjoy the ride

-Ok brain wont unclench and chill but hearing the readout im reminded I had a thought a while ago about the episode in tma with the numbers station and how when martin read the numbers out it reminded me of the voice he does when he impersonates Jon so like....

this is pretty baseless and I might look batshit crazy if this is nothing (I am feral and an idiot) but my original thought was some weird time fuckery of post 200 version of Jon subconsciously trying send a message out, but now I'm wondering If whatever amount of sentience they have their computer versions are trying to reach out

I mean obviously but if they start reading out numbers my brain is going to start making a noise like a struggling computers ventilation fan

-We thinking that the bits that sound like it's being played through a security camera are some eye avatar watching em? (Had to stop myself saying Jon because my brainrot is making me think wishfully but if our lads are only talking through technology it's not too far a shot right?)

-Haha red canary in the mine shaft

-Also "badgrav" sounds like a vast avatars username

-Really enjoyed the reddit forum one. I think ik really gonna like the less strict format for the not statements. Incidents? Is that what they're called?

-Ok fuck just call out my drawing process

Hyperfixate

Be proud

Go to bed

Wake up

Hate it

Make 100 edits

Concern those around me

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #tmp #pondering tmp/tma

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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Here’s another little E request (sorry, I hope I’m not bugging you with these lol!): maybe you feeding him dinner? Like, cutting up his food for him and then feeding it to him? Thanks!

hi friend, you aren't bugging me at all! i love these requests, they're always super comforting for me to write so don't apologize! i love em! this one's a little short but im going to try and post another little!e request later if i finish it in time <3 ty for the request! no photo or title cause i'm lazy sorry 😭

wc: 374

warnings: little space, age regression

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one of your favorite things to do for elvis was make him food. whether it'd be his favorite sandwich or eggs, you loved the expression on his face whenever you placed the plate in front of him.

you spoiled him rotten, even when he wasn't little. but the spoiling only gets worse when he is little. you'd make him a whole feast if you could.

so here you are today, in the kitchen while elvis sat at the table waiting for his food as he happily babbled on about a dream he had during his nap just a few minutes ago. you had let elvis decide on dinner tonight, opting out of his usual favorite sandwich and going for chicken instead. you leaned against the counter as it cooked in the oven, nodding and 'mmhming' to elvis's little story. "the castle was so big! we should live in one!"

you chuckled at his words, putting on oven mitts and taking out the tray then setting it on the counter. "baby, have you seen the house we live in? it's practically a castle already."

after letting it cool, you set a few pieces on his plate. elvis sat up a little in his seat to glance at the chicken, checking to make sure it looks the way he likes it. "can you cut it?" he asked shyly.

you smiled at him, nodding. "of course." pulling out a knife from a drawer, you began to slice it into tiny, bite sized pieces. knowing elvis, you'd most likely be feeding him too but of course, you didn't mind. after cutting up his food, you set the knife in the sink and brought the plate to him, setting it down as he clapped his hands happily.

you pulled up a chair next to him and picked up a fork, stabbing it into the meat and bringing it to his mouth. he looked at the fork then back up at you, hesitantly taking the food from the piece of silverware. after every few pieces, you'd go with a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth. "thank you." he said, mid-chew. you tsked at him, wiping more crumbs from the table. "don't talk with your mouth full, silly."

tags: @aconflagrationofmyown @butlersluvbot @arianatheangel-girl @steph-speaks

want to be added to my taglist?

#elvis x reader #elvis #elvis presley #just finished linda's book too and she mentioned how he always loved having her make his food bc she makes it with tlc #could not stop thinking about that while writing this #i love him very much

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Seeing you in a wedding dress for the First time

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Suna x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Format: Scenario

Warnings: None,just fluff :)

Word count: 0.8K

A/n: Been day dreaming about this scenario from the moment I was born. Not proofread

Oikawa Version

You weren't surprised when your best friend A.K.A Osamu's girlfriend asked you to try her sister's wedding dress on,since your bodies were the same size and much alike.Her sister lived abroad an wanted to buy a dress from her home country,and thats why they needed your help.

But you were surprised when you found yourself looking into the mirror,looking Enchanting in that pretty,white dress.That dress was magical,signalizing every curve of your body in an Elegant way.

your friend seemed to be amazed too " well damn y/n! wanted to buy that for my sister but now im having doubts.maybe you should wear it instead of her.

you rolled your eyes at her,nervously chuckling as you observe yourself in the mirror for the thousandth time. "dont be ridiculous. your sister is way more attractive than i am,thats why shes getting married before me.im sure she'll look stunning when she wears it"

it was your friend's turn to roll her eyes now. "here we go again! why are you so insecure,bitch? wait till Suna gets here then see his reaction yourself" "yeah not happening,im going to change right n-"

you were caught off gaurd when your boyfriend and the younger twin suddenly opened the door of your apartment and came inside. "babe,do you have co-" Suna started talking,but went silent after he laid his eyes on you.

and suddenly the whole room was filled with a deadly silence.

Suna forgot why he came here.he forgot where he was,who else was here and what were they doing.all he could see was you,standing still, looking like a goddess.your dress was calling him in,telling him to come closer and merge his lips with yours.

your face,your eyes,your lips,your body...

breath taking.

you were nervous.youve been dating him for four years.sure! you wanted to take a step forward,but not like this.you didnt want to push him.and why was he still quiet anyway? why wasn't he saying anything? why wasnt he panicking like y-"

all of your thoughts got interrupted when you suddenly felt his lips being smashed to yours,tasting every cure of them,not wanting to let go.you were shocked,eyes widened,taken aback from receiving affection at this unexpected moment.

and ashamed of course.

you broke the kiss,shying away from him as you tried to hide your embarrassment by burying your face in his chest,surprised to feel his heart,racing so fast.was he...?

"R-Rin! i told you not to do it in front of your friends!" you whined as redness started spreading through your face,finding its way to your heated cheeks.He on the other hand,did not seem to be paying attention to your words.he was too fixated on how amazing you looks rather than caring about that right now.he was thirsty for you,and needed to taste you now.

therefore,he decided to ignore others presence as he lifted you up without warning,carring you princess way as he took the direction to the bedroom and smirked at your embarrassed reaction. "Rin! what are you- put me down! Rin!"

Osamu watched his friend clothing the door behind him with his foot, and chuckled as he laid his eyes on his girlfriend,who seemes to be enjoying the sight in front if her.He leaned toward her,putting his arm around her shoulder as he planted a small peck on her left cheek. "c'mon babe,lets give em some privacy,hm?" "ok..." your friend giggled,and grabbed her purse as she held her boyfriends hand,pressing it softly while closing the door behind her.

"ya know,maybe ya could borrow that dress from y/n afterwards... 'think it would look good on ya too" "no way Samu! thats my sisters wedding dress!" "well,not after tonight"

he had a point though; he knew Rin for a long time,after all.

Bonus:

◆You did gave your friend the dress back,but your friend noticed a strong scent of laundry detergent that was not there before

◆Rintarou couldnt wait for the ring he specially ordered for you to be ready.the idea of proposing had been on his mind for quite a time,but after seeing you in a wedding dress? boy is in a hurry.he cant wait to make you his ;)

◆after that night,youre subconsciously waiting for him to bring the topic of marriage on,and he did notice this in your behaviour

◆He did "it" eventually :)

ok this is kinda self-insert,i guess.i mean thats what i could do if i was in that position...

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