#gently carry them off to bed when they’re exhausted

[lovings4turn]

becca, my love. i saw that your blurb requests are open, so can i request oscar with "taking off their makeup when they're too tired"? thank you!

ᯓ★  𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 — 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

ahhh nora lovely thank you sm for sending this in !!! adore writing for oscar so thank you for giving me the opportunity to 🤭🤭 this ended up being longer than i expected but what can i say i got carried away !!! hope you like this lovely

indistinct dialogue washes over you as your ears tune in to the sound of oscar’s heartbeat, the sound much more preferable to the drama of the characters currently on the screen in front of you. 

curled against your boyfriend’s chest, the glow of the television washing over you both and bathing you in a fuzzy, low light, you find it hard to keep your eyes open for longer than a minute at a time. 

oscar is just so warm, the fabric of his hoodie against your skin so soft, and you had woken up disgustingly early that morning for an eight am class that preceded a long study session at the library. so, it’s no surprise that your exhaustion is quickly catching up to you, a lion stalking its prey.

since his gaze has been resting on you rather than the random sit-com for the past ten minutes, oscar is quick to notice the drowsiness consuming your features. 

“let’s get you to bed, eh?” oscar asks, patting your side twice with the tips of his fingers to prompt you to stand.

“i’m not even that tired,” you protest, words coming out in a low whine thanks to your desperation to remain in the warm embrace of oscar’s arms.

“tell that to your eyes, sweetheart. they’re practically closed.”

almost on cue, you lift your hand to rub at your tired eyes before you stop abruptly, loose fist hovering just in front of your face. a frustrated noise escapes you, and your head falls back against oscar’s chest at the realisation.

“i still have to take my makeup off.”

oscar fixes you with a look of amused pity. though he’s clearly sympathetic to your plight, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find your theatrics somewhat entertaining.

strong arms wrap around your waist, and oscar gently helps you to your feet, sending you off to bed with the promise that he’ll be right behind you.

curiosity picks at your mind, but you’re far too tired to argue or ask questions. your body operates on autopilot as it leads you down the hall to your bedroom, and you flop down onto the soft mattress without hesitation.

never had you been more thankful at oscar’s insistence that you wear his clothes as much as possible: already dressed in one of his old t-shirts and some pyjama shorts, getting changed into something cosier was not a problem you would have to tackle tonight.

oscar appears a few minutes later, and it seems that he’s brought the entirety of your skincare shelf with him. countless bottles and tubs are piled up in his arms, threatening to spill over as he fumbles towards the bed. 

with furrowed brows, oscar drops the bundle of products onto your comforter and lets out a breath, beginning to survey the many different items sitting in front of him. “right then, let’s see,” he mumbles, picking up one product at a time and scanning the labels with such an intensity that, had you the energy, you would have teased him for.

“moisturiser, no. facial scrub, no. hyaluronic aci- what even is this stuff?”

you can’t help it. a laugh bubbles up in your throat, and though your eyes are heavy with sleep, oscar can see the way that the crinkle slightly at the intensity of your smile.

as fun as it is to listen to oscar grow increasingly confused with each skincare product he scrutinises, you decide it’s best to put him out of his misery sooner rather than later. “purple bottle, babe. might wanna grab some cotton pads, too. next to where you grabbed everything else from.”

oscar follows your instructions instantly, setting your makeup remover off to the side before he scoops the other products up into his arms once more, heading to return them to their rightful home in your bathroom. he soon returns triumphant, holding up the packet of cotton pads in his left hand as though it’s one of his racing trophies.

idiot, you think fondly.

soon, he’s sitting beside you, tilting your face upwards towards him with two fingers. the movement is tender, and you can’t help but lean forward to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

with a level of care you imagine someone would reserve for a newborn, oscar begins to swipe away at your makeup, putting a lot of effort into not tugging at your skin.

every so often, he speaks, questions of “feel alright?” and “not hurting you, am i?” filling the otherwise peaceful silence. 

each time your answer is the same: a slight shake of the head with a reassuring hum. you’re convinced that oscar could never be anything but tender with you, and this only adds to your hypothesis. 

a few seconds pass, and you can no longer feel oscar wiping at your face. your eyes flutter open, greeted by the sight of oscar admiring you with an adoring expression.

a light flush dusts the top of his cheekbones, and his lips are pulled up into a foolish, love-sick grin. he doesn’t shy away when he realises he’s been caught, only moves to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “now,” he starts, voice playful. “wanna tell me what the next step is, babe?”

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[luvv4j4ybe11]

I'm tired of being horny,I want love😭😭

can you give us some fluff headcanons with teyam,please??🥹

YES OML! I love writing headcanons sm😭

Warnings~ none! Enjoy the fluff everyone<3

★ Neteyam is the type of mate to make you stay in bed on a rainy day, no matter if you guys have things to do or not. He just loves spending time with his girl.

★ speaking of which, his family completely adores you. They’re always asking for you to come over and spend time with them(mostly neytiri and Jake saying this bc you’re literally like a daughter to them)

★ tey absolutely ADORES whenever you spend time with his family, especially his siblings and ESPECIALLYY with tuk, you act so well with all of them that it makes him want to give you a family of your own.

★ his love language is definitely acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch. So definitely expect to be gifted with things you’ve always wanted while he’s hugging you and whispering all sorts of praises and I love yous into your ear.

★(this hc is for human!reader) if your ovulating/on your period, he will never leave your side, always giving you whatever you need since he knows how painful your periods can be. (And also because your smell gets stronger, and he doesn’t want any of the males in his clan thinking they have a chance with you. Because they don’t.)

★ speaking of this, he definitely is extremely protective of you. Like, yes he knows you’re fully capable of handling yourself, but he just can’t help it. You’re his girl, how could he not protect you?

★ if you need an example of how far this man would go for you, just remember that one time where he came home with bloody fists and a bloody nose because he overheard a group of boys sexualizing you(lo’ak jumped into the fight too bc he didn’t want to hear you or his parents lecture him about leaving Neteyam by himself to get beat tf up😭)

★turns into such a baby when he’s tired. Poor boy will come home completely exhausted, it’s so obvious in his features it makes you sad. He’ll grumble when you ask him how his day was, hurriedly taking off his uncomfortable garments and picking you up and carrying you to the bed, placing you down on the soft pillows before placing all of his body weight onto you. You let out a little huff from the suddenness of it, but it turns into a giggle when you feel him smoosh his head into your boobs.

★“Awh, what needy little babyboy. Just needed some cuddles, hm?” You’d tease while placing a kiss on his forehead, left hand rubbing his scalp soothingly as your other hand trails down his back in a content motion.

★(hc for modern!au) you guys would definitely do a whole bunch of couple TikTok’s tg, and literally everyone loves you guys sm

★ would secretly learn all your favorite foods and make them whenever your sad/on your birthday.

★ does this thing if your walking past a group of people that make you uncomfortable, he’ll put himself between you and the group, so he’s acting as a barrier almost

★ loves the sound of your voice/laugh so much, And it SHOWSSSS. lo’ak made fun of him one time because teyams tail started wagging when you laughed at a joke he made

★ also loves carrying you/manhandling you (gently ofc) js bc he likes to see the surprise on your face whenever he does. All those years of training and building his strength being put to use frl🙌🏼 he also does it bc he has a strength kink and size kink..BUT WE ARENT GONNA GET INTO THAT!!

★he has a sweet spot in the middle of his scalp that makes him purr really loud and kick his leg slightly, you found out about it one of the many times he fell asleep on your chest. You never told him you knew about it though because you know he’d probably get embarrassed, but whenever he does fall asleep on your chest you always massage that spot just to giggle at his reaction.

★(black!reader hc..so me!) love to play with your hair and braid it, also loves to participate in your wash days. Like this mf will be more hyped to wash your hair than you are(you barley lift a finger during your wash days because he insists you just sit down and relax while he does everything)

★ made a wash day playlist with all your favorite songs on your phone without you knowing, so when you asked him where the playlist came from he just giggled at you before telling you where it came from. (You cried and hugged him because..he’s a fucking sweetheart?)

★ always talks about starting a family with you, and the look in this man’s eyes whenever he talks about it is completely adorable. You’re literally the love of this man’s life

A/N~ I need a man like teyam frl🥹 also I’m flattered you guys love my neteyam works sm, it really means the world to me<3 but could we mayhaps send in requests for different characters? I’d love to hear what you guys have in mind for them. Other than that tho, stay safe and hydrated. I love you guys sm💕

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[batfam-slash]

Jaytim + manhandling? (doesn't matter who's manhandler or or manhandlee)

The first time it happens, it’s three in the morning.

Tim is sat slumped over his laptop, his vision blurring as he tries to focus on the report he’s reading for the WE board meeting first thing in the morning, his bones aching from a rough night on patrol. He’s probably slept six hours in the last four days.

He’s so close to drifting off, and then he hears the sound of Jason’s bare feet gently padding over.

“Alright,” Jason says softly, his voice still thick with sleep. “That’s enough. You said you were coming to bed three hours ago. You’re no good to anyone if you’re exhausted.”

Tim makes a noise which comes out as a mix between a whine and a grunt, and the fact that he’s too tired to even talk means that Jason is probably right.

Jason wordlessly closes Tim’s laptop lid for him and gently sets it aside.

What happens next catches Tim slightly off guard though.

Jason picks Tim up and hoists him over his shoulder, as if Tim were no heavier than a sack of potatoes. Tim goes limp as he lets Jason carry him to the bedroom, feeling slightly giddy.

He forgets how strong Jason is sometimes. He forgets how easily Jason can pick Tim up and throw him round and hold him down-

If he weren’t so exhausted, he’d be begging Jason to fuck him.

*****

The second time it happens, they’re having sex.

Tim is going to town riding Jason’s dick, which just so happens to be his favorite position, enjoying the feeling of Jason’s large hands on his hips. Everything is going splendidly as it usually does during a post-mission fuck, when suddenly-

Jason firmly wraps his arms around Tim and rolls them over in one swift motion so that he’s on top.

Tim’s brain kind of just goes blank as Jason’s cock slips free for just a second, but then Jason pushes back inside and -

And Tim comes.

Just like that.

Jason smirks. “You like that, huh Timmers?”

Tim just lets out a garbled whine because, fuck, that was hot.

*****

The third time it happens, Jason does it deliberately because he knows now that Tim is into it.

He pushes Tim up against the wall of their apartment and kisses him, before grabbing the backs of the younger man’s thighs and hoisting him up-

Tim gets the message and immediately wraps his legs around Jason’s waist, once again in awe of his strength.

“I like this,” Jason growls. “I like knowing that I can do this to you.”

“Jay,” Tim chokes out, nuzzling the older man’s jaw. “Jay, please.”

And Jason fucks him right there.

Right up against the fucking wall.

Holding Tim up the whole damn time.

Tim is screaming so loudly and Jason is fucking him so enthusiastically that he knows they’re gonna get complaints tomorrow, and he’ll never be able to look his neighbors in the eyes again.

But it’s worth it.

And they’re just gonna have to get used to it, because Tim decides that Jason is going to be fucking him like this a lot more from now on.

#jaytim

[meet-you-at-the-north-star]

Not a bad night

George Luz x reader

Summary: very short and cute little thing I wrote right after the first fic I posted on here bc I felt bad for how I treated poor George there lol <33

Word count: 599

“Hey, are you still with me?” I was so tired that George’s voice sounded like it was coming from a mile away.

He chuckled, continuing to walk carrying me in his arms towards my own house. We had been out all night drinking with some of the boys and he had never seen me quite so sleepy.

Maybe it was due to having a few more drinks than usual, or maybe I was just tired to begin with, but either way he wasn’t about to complain.

Noticing I was barely able to walk, he had offered to drive me home and as soon as I sat in the passenger seat, my eyes had fallen shut and I’d been in an out of consciousness for the whole ride. Mostly out.

But I could hear his voice now as he kept talking and cracking jokes at me to keep me awake and I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was cozy and nice.

“Where are the keys, doll?”

“Don’t call me that” I frowned and he laughed.

“Of course you’re awake for that”

“They’re…” I tried to point a direction but it was hard to do in the dark. “Jacket. Left pocket”

He found them pretty quickly. “I’m gonna have to put you down for a minute, but you just lean on me, okay?”

I nodded and when my feet touched the ground I encircled any part of his body that I could reach, looking for that warmth again.

The key turned in the lock, he picked me up once again, this time bridal style, and we finally went it. “Looks like we’re just married” he said with a grin.

“In your dreams, soldier”

“How can you be so cruel” He feigned outrage and distress as he started heading for the bedroom. “I thought we really had something special here…”

I opened one eye and saw the amusement written all over his face, so I gave him a light cuff: “Idiot”

“At your service, ma’am” He slowly and gently lowered me on the bed. He tucked me under the covers, but then suddenly, as he was about to walk away, I pulled him back by his jacket with one hand.

“George” I called in a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“You’re cute” I ran my hand all over his face as if to emphasize the point. “Thank you for doing this”

His heart started racing. He could tell I wasn’t joking, but I also wasn’t exactly in my right mind at the moment.

The natural consequence was panicking. “No problem, I better…” He stood up straight, taking a step back “I-I better go now”

He knew how to deal with sarcasm and digs, that was his first language, but moments of real, human connection had him completely lost.

“Please stay?” My eyes were fully open now, even exhausted as I was. I saw the confusion and hesitation in his eyes slowly leave room for hope.

“Sure thing” He took off his own jacket and very carefully laid down on the other side of the bed, facing me with an expression that looked an awful lot like awe.

I smiled at him one last time and about three seconds later I was fast asleep. He stayed up for another hour or so, not daring to move a muscle, just listening to me breathe and admiring the relaxed look on my face as I drifted off into the dream world.

Not a bad night at all, he thought.

#george luz x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #george luz #fanfic #my fics

[lace-coffin]

Hi, I hope you're doing well, but can I request a headcanon where Bubba had a bad day and was a little sad and S/O starts giving him kisses and hugs to make him feel better. I like your blog so much!

Thank you so much for your sweet words! I’m glad your enjoying my stuff < 3

Reader comforting Bubba on a bad day

Gn!Reader x Bubba Sawyer

Requests are open!

You can see it in the way her shoulders sag like the weight of the world is being held on them, more out of it than usual and despondent. Even people as upbeat as bubba have bad days.

Unsurprisingly being the main bread (or meat lmao) winner for the family can be a big job, mentally and physically. He knows he’s doing it for his family, they need to eat, it’s not optional with the limited resources they have but..sometimes it’s so hard to disconnect from the people they kill. despite only being meat to the sawyer’s bubba knows that they’re a loved to someone else, a sister, mother, new dad maybe.

They understand the weight of loosing a loved one, the entire family essentially falling apart at the seams when nubbins passed. It makes her sick knowing she’s responsible for the same heartache she’s experienced first hand. But is it truly her fault? Without him providing food his family will starve and he can’t bare to loose anyone else.

On days like these it’s best to keep her distracted, playing games with the family if you can convince Drayton to begrudgingly join in. (He’ll do it for bubba but won’t admit it) preparing meals for him is a good idea, unable to even look at the meat knowing the origin of it. Try to make dinner more vegetable based on these days, you can even harvest the vegetables from the garden as an activity to take her mind off it. Don’t let chop help though unless you want to watch him throw dirt at his little sibling. He’ll clear off if you threaten to put an earthworm in his plate lol.

Insist on helping them with the dishes in the evening, dancing stupidly to music on the old crackly radio as you scrub. Thank him for his help and place little kisses on his cheeks, residing in his warmth like your the only two people in the world. safe in the sanctuary of the kitchen.

This regularly leads to clumsily slow dancing to unfitting music on whatever station you found first. Neither of you actually know how to slow dance, more just leaning into eachother and waddling side to side but you don’t care enough to learn, just happy to be held.

Eventually it’s time for bed, both of you exhausted, you from doing a brunt of the housework and bubba carrying that post depression exhaustion. Undoing the mask comes next, it’s not an easy feat. Bubba isn’t sure whether she feels more or less herself in the mask, unable to express herself without but bound to one expression in.

Gently pry the mask off and sit in front of the mirror with them, walk them through your favourite parts. Trace the bump of his nose, slightly crooked from a tussle with a victim, never quite healing right. Cup his warm full cheeks and dust them with kisses and praise. Tease your thumb over her plump lips, tell her they remind you of a cherub, sent from heaven just for you.

If you can love bubba than there must be something worth loving about himself ,he thinks.

Being the big spoon is a good idea in these moments, let them feel small and protected under you, tracing over their curves and freckles gently, making them whine and shiver. She’ll never completely forgive herself for the things she’s done but it helps that you see goodness in her, love, compassion, emotion. She just wishes she could see those things in herself on hard days.

For now this is enough, the coziness of your body blending into his until it’s unidentifiable where you begin and bubba ends. In some ways it already feels like you’re becoming part of eachother the longer you bond and the deeper you fall. You fall asleep after whispering a hushed “I love you” into their hair and receiving bubba’s sleepy equivalent of the same. Today was tiresome but the sun will rise again over the homestead, bathing the two of you and readying you for another day in eachother arms.

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[namjoon-koya]

Hello I’m new to the fandom.

I was wondering if I could have Headcannons of Aizawa and Pendent Mic if their they witnessed their pro hero s/o fighting Muscular on live tv and they are bloody and bruised up but keep on fighting until other pro  heroes show to help out?

a/n: sorry it took me a while to come around to this request but I hope you enjoy it! sorry if present mic part is short I usually don’t write for him a lot.

Aizawa and Present Mic witnessing their s/o fight Muscular

Aizawa:

When Aizawa saw what was happening on the news he panicked, this is why you weren’t answering your phone calls or texts messages. The newsmen zoomed in on you and Aizawa took in every little detail that he saw you looked tired, bruised and cut up. Your hero costume was torn in a few spots, but that didn’t stop you from standing tall against Muscular. Obviously the newsmen couldn’t understand any words you were saying to Muscular, but Aizawa noticed you were saying something to him.

He saw the rage fill in your eyes as you quickly summoned your quirk again, he knew how exhausted you would get when you would overuse your quirk yet here you were continuing to summon it without hesitation. Aizawa wanted to go help you, he couldn’t stand seeing you like that any longer; but he was told to stay in the dorms with his students in case the whole thing was a distraction. Aizawa tried hiding his emotions in front of the 1A class students as they watched as well, some of them would cheer you on.

Even Bakugou stated that there’s no way Muscular could win against you, “hmp, they’re tough as shit! Ain’t no way they’re going to do down that easily.” Bakugou was right though, you were able to hold off Muscular until more pro-heroes came to your aid, he watched as fatgum quickly carry you to safety disappearing away from the camera. Aizawa was able to convince All Might to watch over the students so he could go see you at the hospital (he basically drove like a madman over to you)

Once he arrives at your room he’ll quickly kneel beside your bed and ask if you’re okay, even after the battle you went through you still give him a warm smile and say you’re fine. Can’t cuddle with you in bed, but will definitely hold your hand throughout the night because he’s afraid of losing you and baby boy just needs reassurance.

Present mic:

Tries not having a meltdown as he watches you fight with Muscular on tv, we saw how he acted when he saw Aizawa get badly injured by the Nomu so he’s definitely going to be acting the same as well when you happen to be in a fight. Midnight and Aizawa try their best to help him relax, but he just can’t. He knows you can hold your end well, but Muscular already killed two pro heroes without showing any mercy. He flinches as he sees that you’re already bleeding from the side of your head, he doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until Aizawa tells him to relax.

He desperately bounced his leg as he watched you dodge Muscular attacks often whispering himself “to the right!” Or “dodge!” He was beginning to wonder if other pro-heroes would come help you or if they assumed you could handle it on your own (which he hoped they would still come to your aid either way) when the heroes did come help you though he felt relieved, he knew you could hold up your own which he was proud of you for, but now he just wanted to be by your side.

Principle Nezu allowed him to leave and go visit you at the hospital, when he arrived he gently placed a kiss on your lips as he held your hand. “You really are amazing, but I’m still going to get worried about you Y’know?” You nodded in agreement “I would’ve been the same if it was you.” You said to him as you smiled at him, god did he just want to cuddle with you right now; but you needed rest. So he would wait for you until you recovered.

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[angelbarelywrites]

♡ scenarios | dating negan

♡ fandoms; The Walking Dead

♡ characters; Negan Smith

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; explicit sexual content

♡ notes; in case anyone forgot i’m technically not a dedicated slasher blog

i put this in sections so i didn’t have to make more than one post lol . also these take place while he’s still the ruler of the saviors. i’ve been obsessed since his first episode oh my god that’s eight years of hyperfixation so that’s usually where my brain goes plot- wise

i’m thinking Billy Butcher is up next? lmk who else we wanna see, Garcia Flynn from Timeless is probably too niche? but i love him so so much

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I. Kisses/PDA

> negan is an affectionate person

> with his wives it’s just for show- they’re hot, and he wants all his followers jealous of his lifestyle

> but with you, it’s different

> his wives don’t like him, per-se. he’s convenient to be married to and easy on the eyes, but they’re cold to him

> and he knows why, he doesn’t really give a shit. especially now that he has you.

> you may not be his spouse- you’re sure as fuck not letting him call you that without a ring- but he’s even more physical with you

> standing by him? hand on your back. sitting? you’re on his lap. look cold? he gives you his jacket and keeps you tucked under his arm

> “i just like takin’ care of you darlin’”

> and he loves kissing you in front of others- from little pecks to long, lingering kisses that makes other people look away

> he seems possessive, and he doesn’t mind people pointing it out

> it’s not that he doesn’t trust you- it’s never that

> he trusts most of his men too…maybe not simon. because simon loves staring at your ass

> but he’s proud. he’s proud you’re his, and he’s yours, and that he gets to show you off

> and like hell he ever lets anyone forget it

> alone he acts like keeping his hands off you is impossible

> he smacks your ass any time you lean over, pulls you into big bear hugs from behind and randomly pick you up

> he doesn’t ever want you to doubt his feelings for you, and physically is the easiest way for him to show it

> he’s very sexual, big shocker

> but his favorite kisses are sleepy kisses

> you wait late into the night when he’s due home from terrorizing his territories

> some part of you is afraid one day he won’t come home- so you always wait

> you’ll be exhausted, rubbing your eyes and yawning and usually wrapped up in a blanket

> but no matter how long he takes directing his men and double checking inventory and dealing with the dead

> “hey there, baby doll”

> you always run straight into his arms and bury your face in his chest. he’ll laugh and pick you up, kissing you gently before he carries you to bed

> most times he falls asleep on top of the covers with you, eager for the morning when he can make it up to you for being gone so long

II. Sharing a bed

> negan isn’t used to sharing a bed anymore

> the wives have their own rooms just down the hall, and so do you

> no reason for him not to give you at least a little space

> and having a room is the height of luxury in the sanctuary anyways. it’s a perk of dating the boss

> but you don’t know how to tell him you do want to share a bed, even though you’re barely apart when you’re awake

> so you just…don’t. you assume it’s a boundary he wants to keep and don’t mention it

> until the night terrors start up again

> you’ve seen a lot of people die a lot of different ways. most of them people you cared a lot about

> the memories always seem to come back in your dreams no matter how far back you push them

> when you’re woken up by one in the middle of a harsh storm, it’s just a bit too much

> you just can’t stop crying, and it’s loud and you need held. you need him.

> you creep as quietly as you can down the hall, and you hesitate at the door until the thunder crashes again

> when you stumble in he sits up fast with a knife in his fist

> then he gives a slightly annoyed sigh in recognition, relaxing

> “the hell are you doing?”

> “i just- um-“

> you can tell he notices the wobble in your voice and opens his arms up without another smart remark

> “hey, hey, i’ve gotcha..”

> he doesn’t ask questions- you don’t cry for nothing. and he gets nightmares too

> falling asleep in his arms feels natural…so natural it becomes a habit

> and he sleeps better with you too, curled around you and holding you so tight you think he might be worried you’ll disappear

> it’s less than a week before you stop using your bed altogether

III. Let’s get kinky

> he’s happy in pretty much any dominant role, whatever you call him is good enough for him- daddy, sir, master, etc

> and he likes when you call him whatever it is in front of his men

> the only chance of getting your dick/strap in him is if he power bottoms. but 95 percent of the time? you’re receiving and it’s big

> he likes being risky. he’ll take you out to visit settlements just to have an excuse to stop and fuck you in the car

> or even in a house there, just a room over from his men and gagging you with his fingers so you don’t get caught

> not that he’ll care if they catch you anyways

> he has a nice big office- half of the reason he uses it is so he can have you on his lap as a cockwarmer while he reads or looks over inventory numbers

> the other half is so you can suck his dick under the desk while he talks to simon or dwight

> (simon is a raging pervert so he definitely knows, too)

> he loves fucking your face, watching you get all teary eyed and drooling all over yourself from taking his massive cock

> “oh look at the fuckin’ mess you’re making!”

> he’s generous though- he loves reciprocating oral

> and he loves overstimulating you too- whether that’s by edging you for hours or just making you cum again and again and again

> he loves taking you from behind, pushing your face into the mattress and gripping your hips so hard they bruise

> but he also loves when you ride him slow, gasping quietly as he watches you fall apart completely for him

#negan x g/n reader #negan x y/n #twd negan #negan smith #negan x you #negan x reader #the walking dead #twd dead city #cw sex #cw kink

[epicawsomeusername]

When the prey asks the pred to swallow them cause they don’t feel like walking.

The pred and prey are walking home from a party or something like that. The prey is absolutely exhausted and cold. They feel like they’re gonna collapse if they take another step. The pred on the other hand, is perfectly fine. The walk next to their friend showing no signs of exhaustion at all. The prey leans against them and gently rubs their belly. They just want to relax in the preds warm, safe stomach and let the carry them home.

Long story short that’s exactly what happens. The pred gently swallows the prey down and the prey relaxes in their friend’s gut, safe and warm. They don’t have to walk or think or move or do anything. All they have to do is relax and let their pred take care of them. They lean against the warm, fleshy stomach walls and relax as the walls gently massages them. They find their eyes all shutting as they drift off.

They’ll wake up perfectly safe in bed the next morning, but for now, all they have to do is sleep and let the pred carry them.

#vore talk #safe vore #extreme cuddling #soft vore #endosoma

[ladykissingfish]

can you do sasodei with jealous Deidara or jealous Sasori? 👀

Hidan: Hey, puppet-dick … you worried?

Sasori: Worried? Over what?

Hidan: Over blondie goin’ to see his girlfriend, that’s what!

Sasori: *chuckles* Nice try, brat, but she is not his girlfriend. Kurotsuchi is just an old friend of Dei’s, that’s all.

Hidan: You’ve got a stone cold heart, man. If it was me I’d be fucking freaking out if Kakuzu was just suddenly goin’ to see some chick he used to bang!

Sasori: … used to bang? But … but Deidara was never with anyone like that before he met me. R-right?

Hidan: Maybe “bang” is over exaggerating. But you know what isn’t? *lowers his voice* When they were kids, blondie told me they used to kiss all the time!

Sasori: Kiss? Really?

Hidan: Yeah. *puckers his lips and makes obnoxious kissing gestures* I saw her picture, she’s pretty damn hot. Makes ya wonder what they’re doin’ now, eh?

Sasori: Nothing. They’re doing nothing besides having lunch and catching up with each other. He … he would never do anything like … like what you’re implying.

Hidan: He might not want to, but blondie is fuckin’ young, and he’s always horny like a dog. Who knows what that little worm in his pants might lead him to do? He —

Kakuzu, coming into the room: Hidan. Enough. Get out of here, go bother somebody else.

*Hidan leaves*

Kakuzu: You needn’t pay any attention to him, Sasori. You know he only lives to antagonize others. You haven’t a thing to worry about regarding Deidara. His level of attachment to you is such that the rest of us find his devotion concerning.

Sasori: I … I know. You’re right, I have nothing to worry about. Er, please excuse me, I have some puppets I’m working on … *walks away*

*later that night*

Deidara: ‘Sori! I’m back, hm!

Sasori, back turned, tweaking a puppet arm: Welcome back. How was your afternoon with your friend?

Deidara: *sinks down into a chair* Exhausting, really. I’m worn out, but I had a great time!

Sasori: Y-you’re exhausted? Why would you be exhausted?

Deidara: Let’s just say there was something I had to show Kuro, and once I started she couldn’t get enough, hm. 

Sasori:

Sasori: *slowly turns to face Deidara*

Sasori: Dei. You and I have never had this talk before, but it seems it’s time to. I … am not someone who shares. I have never once put any demands on you, made any requests regarding this … this situation between us, but I feel I must make one now. You and I belong to each other. There is no room for anyone else in that same capacity. Friends, yes. Teammates, yes. But outside lovers? NO. It’s where I put my foot down. I love you, and when you truly love someone, you don’t —

Deidara, eyes wide: D-did you just say … that you love me?

Sasori, eyes also wide: Y-yes. Yes, I did. Because I do. I love you more than anything, Deidara. I —

Deidara: *rushes to Sasori and throws both arms around him, hard, nearly knocking him over* I love you too, Sasori!! I never thought you’d actually SAY that! *starts to cry*

Sasori: *pats his back* There, there, calm yourself. *raises Deidara’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, and pulls him into a kiss* No tears, but please, promise me you won’t … you won’t seek out the romantic company of that girl anymore. 

Deidara: *starts to laugh* Kuro?! What, do you think I did something with Kurotsuchi??

Sasori: Well, you said you were exhausted, so —

Deidara: Yes, you idiot! *holds up his phone* I have over one thousand pictures of you, and of us together. Kuro kept asking to hear the stories behind them. *rubs his face* My jaw feels like it’s gonna fall off from talking about you so much, hm!

Sasori: *chuckles* How painful for you. *starts kissing along his jaw* Perhaps you’d allow me to put you in my bed and take your discomfort away?

Deidara: Oooh, I’d really like that, Danna ~

Sasori: *lifts Deidara off his feet and carries him across the room before gently laying him in the bed*

Sasori: Right; I’ll just run to the kitchen and make you up some tea to take some painkillers in. Be back in a flash! *leaves, whistling*

Deidara:

#ask #sasodei #sasori x deidara #sasori #deidara #kurotsuchi #implied past deikuro #jealousy #first time saying I Love You 🥹 #feelings confession #love confessions #2800th post 🥳

[vitalazam]

Branzy sits under the casino, screwdriver in his mouth, fiddling with some redstone for one of the games, making sure it was just right. He’s been at it for a while, couldn’t say for how long, too caught up in what he’s doing. The first thing to break his reverie is a ping from his comm.

Vitalasy whispers to you: have you seen clown recently

You whisper to Vitalasy: no

You whisper to Vitalasy: if u see him can you tell him to reply to my message i have something i wanna run by him

Vitalasy whispers to you: sure thing

Huh, weird. Branzy doesn’t overthink it. He has redstone to do!

Until, of course, Clownpierce comes stumbling through the casino doors ten minutes later, blood soaked through his clothes, arm desperately wrapped around the wound in his torso.

“Branzy,” Is all he says before falling to his knees.

Branzy drops everything.

He has a few spare gaps in his inventory, and hurriedly shoves them into Clown’s hands. His breathing is laboured, and there’s so much blood Branzy doesn’t know how he isn’t already dead.

“Fuck, just keep chugging gaps, alright, there should be some regen pots – somewhere – I don’t –“ Clown still has enough strength to weakly get some gaps into his system, but Branzy doesn’t want to leave his side to go look for potions. Not while he’s so vulnerable. Not while someone out there clearly wants him dead. “We gotta get somewhere safer. Do you think you can walk?”

Clown tries pushing himself up, but even leaning on Branzy he’s clearly struggling. There’s nothing for it, then.

Branzy, as kindly as he can, sweeps Clown up into his arms. Clown makes a very uncharacteristic squeak, which Branzy will generously pretend never happened. Clown’s blood is getting all over his clothes. Branzy just needs to get them out of the open.

There’s secret little cubby holes all over the server, some of them his, some of them Clown’s, a lot of them Rek’s. But he knows the location of enough to know of one close by that should hopefully have pots, and he can get there without going out into the open.

Luckily, there’s no shouts or clamours of “Found them!” as Branzy carries Clown to safety. Clown is uncharacteristically quiet on the journey, probably to conserve energy, and his silence continues as they settle into their bolt hole.

Branzy hands Clown some more regen pots as he sits on the bed, and regular food too because he knows how much potions drain your energy. It’s fine while you’re on them, especially with added adrenalin in the heat of a fight, but the post fight crashes are never fun. With all the potions, Clown’s wound is swiftly healing up, but he’s still going to need time to recover, if from nothing else but exhaustion.

“You didn’t… kill me.” Clown rasps out eventually, as Branzy gently wraps a bandage around his torso, just in case. Clown had given zero protest when Branzy had gestured for him to lift his shirt up.

Branzy huffs out a confused laugh. “Why would I do that?” Clown doesn’t reply. “Who’d want to get on your bad side?” He adds when Clown doesn’t respond.

“Everybody.” Clown states, very matter of fact. “Everyone… wants to get one up on me, even if we’re allies. They’re… people are scared of me. If someone’s gonna betray, everyone wants it to be them, not me. Everyone wants to make me weaker, because then if I fight them, they have a better chance.”

“I mean, even if did take a heart off you, it’s not like I’d be able to beat you. We both know I’m not good enough for that.” Branzy says, half-jokingly, trying to alleviate the growing tension.

“But you didn’t even think about it! You saw me hurt and dropped everything to help me. I could see it in your eyes that you didn’t even for a second think about taking a heart from me.”

“I’m confused, are you mad that I didn’t kill you?”

“No, I- I’m terrified. That I was hurt, and all I could think of was getting to you, because I wanted to make sure you were okay and because I knew you would help me. And I got here, and you did help me, and you are helping me, and that scares me.”

“Why is it scary if you knew you could trust me?” Branzy asks slowly.

“Because I’ve never trusted someone like this before.”

Branzy swallows. He didn’t understand, until just then, why Clown was so scared that he trusted Branzy. But Clown’s trust is a very, very, rare thing, and suddenly Branzy realises just how precious that is.

“Branzy, I like you. If you ever betrayed me I don’t know what I’d do. So…” Clown grabs Branzy’s wrist, almost desperately, pulling him closer.

“I won’t. It’s not just – fear, or debt, that’s keeping me here. Hasn’t been for a while. Believe me, whatever you feel, that’s mutual. I like you. Not ‘cause you protect me, or I’m scared you’ll hunt me down if I turn. I hate seeing you hurt like this. I like spending time with you, I don’t wanna fuck that up.”

“I’m not wrong to trust you?” Clown breathes, almost as if he’s asking for permission.

“No. I promise you, Clown. I can’t do much for you, but you will always have my trust.” Branzy is a liar and a cheat and a trickster but he has never been more honest than in this moment.

Clown just leans his face, still masked, into Branzy’s neck.

“Same to you, Branzy.” He replies, and Branzy can hear the fond smile in his voice.

“Alright now, bout of paranoia over. Get some sleep. I’ll keep watch.” Clown pulls away then, taking a moment to just gaze at Branzy. Then, he nods.

“Wake me if you hear anything.”

“Of course.”

As Clownpierce (the Clownpierce) settles down to sleep, Branzy knows that this is something he never, ever wants to let go.

#branzy #clownpierce #lifesteal smp #mcytshipping #lssmp #lifesteal shipping #mcyt #fic #moree branzypierce for the masses hi ^_^ #clownzy

[abbatoirablaze]

Good Girls Grown Up

Word Count:  4.3k

Note: This takes place approximately three years before the current timeline of Ex Wive's Club

Warnings:  anxiety, feelings of not being a good enough pairing, slight angst, insecurities, soft! Lee (because that is a warning), bullying, mentions of an unwanted child, angst in children, gaslighting. 

“Mayor Bodecker, what do you think you are doing?” she whispered softly as her husband’s nimble fingers worked their way sinfully inside of her sleep shorts.  Lee hummed thoughtfully, pressing his erection against his wife’s backside.  His fingers dipped inside of her, and she moaned.  Her eyes flickered closed and her core clenched around the familiar digits, “Lee…oh, fuck…”

“Such improper language for the first lady of our little town.”

She giggled as he nipped along her neck.  Instinctively she bucked her hips against her husband’s hand, his calloused palm dragging deliciously against her clit.  Lee’s own hips pressed forward once more as he was filled with need for her, “Lee…oh, Lee…who cares about language…”

“You’re right,” he agreed thoughtfully.  She whimpered when his fingers pulled out of her, and his hands worked needily on her sleep shorts.  She was quick to stop him, and he frowned.  She turned her head ever so slightly so that she saw him in her peripherals.  He wore a nervous look, “what’s wrong, Em?”

“Lee…the kids…” she sighed, “it’s Easter…they’re bound to barge in…and the triplets…”

Lee looked over to the extra-large bassinet, where his three youngest babies were sleeping soundly.  He sighed to himself, “you know that ‘he’ misses being inside of you, sweet pea…”

“Lee, we have nine little babies now…not six…and four of them have the ability to barge in without their siblings carrying them.”

“Just one taste,” Lee all but begged, his nose gently touching that of his wife’s.  She turned around in his arms, giggling at him.  He frowned a little bit more and she wrapped her arms around his neck, “c’mon sweet pea…we’ve done this since we moved here…I taste you before we start our festivities…it sets my whole day right!”

“Your insatiable nature is the reason we have nine children, mayor!” she teased.

“Oh, it’s not for lack of trying, sweet pea,” Lee smiled, wrapping his arms around his wife, “if you’d let me as much as I wanted to, we’d easily have double the number.”

“Lee Bodecker!” she squealed. 

Lee smiled, “c’mon sugar…there was a time when you were the same…I remember  quite frequently when we were freshly married, you were askin’ for my Bodecker baby juice all the time…”

A new blush rose to her cheeks and Lee shot her a flirtatious wink, “oh I still do want it…but I think we need to seriously consider you getting snipped first…”

She watched the color drain from his face, “snipped?”

“Lee, we have nine babies…”

“What happened to double digits, Mrs. Bodecker?”

“Nine children happened!” she sighed, admitting it aloud, “I don’t know how you’re in your 40’s and manage to keep up with them.  I’m only in my 20’s and they leave me exhausted every night…”

“You want me to hire a nanny to help you out?” Lee asked, a concerned tone taking hold of his voice, “sweet pea…I cou-“

“I’m not saying that, Lee,” she said quickly, cutting him off, “I just-“

“Sweet pea…I don’t want you feeling like you are run ragged by the babies…we got more than enough money to be hiring help!” Lee offered.   He watched how silent he was for a moment, and in that instant he knew that there was a bit more to how she was feeling. 

He started piecing together all the little hints. 

They hadn’t been having as much sex. 

She was less flirty, and always talking about being exhausted. 

Sometimes he’d get home late and she’d already be passed out in bed, the children tucked away. 

Lee waited patiently, “baby…talk to me…just say the word and we’ll do it.”

Em bit her lip, “you wouldn’t be mad?”

Lee felt his heart ache.  He held his wife a little bit closer and reached up to tip her chin up so that she was looking directly at him, “why would I be mad, sweet pea?  We have nine amazing babies together…you gave me that amazing gift!  Hell, you agreed to marry me and let me make nine sweet, beautiful babies with you.  Let me do this for you, baby…”

“I think I need help, Lee…” she admitted with a nod.  Lee nodded in response and wrapped his arms around her.

“We’ll hire some help, baby….and I-I’ll look into a vasectomy.”

“I-I don’t want to go to school today…”

Jake frowned, looking down at Evie as he served up the pancakes and French toast he’d made for the kids.  His youngest two seemed oblivious to the tension in the room as they munched on their breakfast, but Jake and his eldest son were tuned into Evie’s distress, “why not, Eve?”

“I just don’t want to go!” she muttered, poking at her food, “can I stay home today?  I-I think I need to stay home.  My tummy hurts!”  

“Look, kiddo…we talk about our feelings in this household…you know that!  If you’re feeling sick, we’ll make a doctor’s appointment and get it figured out, but that’s not what it sounds like.  So do you want to talk about it?  If not, we’re going to school today!” Jake said firmly as he placed the pan back on the stove.  When she didn’t respond he put the spatula down and turned around, speaking into the Bluetooth in his ear, where his team was going over the groundwork for a mission, “Clay…pooch, I’m going to have to call you guys back…”

He tapped the side of his Bluetooth without waiting for a response, and then looked to his adopted daughter, “you going to tell me what’s going on, Evie, or do I have to play twenty questions?”

Her jaw tensed momentarily, and her eyes glistened.  She looked to Tyler and he went to speak but she ran away from the table.  Jake looked between his sons and daughter.  Layla and Jacob shrugged, the three and four year old not entirely sure what was going on, while the second grader Tyler bit his lip and looked away from his father.  Jake watched his son’s actions, and he sighed when the little boy refused to make eye contact with him. 

“Tyler…”

“Evie asked Michael to play with her at recess yesterday…and they kissed underneath the slide…”

He fought off the instinctive protective urge that made him want to smack the young Barber boy silly in lieu of hearing the rest of what his son had to say.  He waited, but Tyler remained silent.  Jake’s brow furrowed, “and…”

“Some of the other kids said that Michael only kissed her because he felt bad for her,” he admitted, still biting his lip as he told his father the story, “Evie got sad when they asked why he’d feel bad for her…”

“What did they say, Tyler?”

“That Michael only did it because he feels bad that Evie’s real mom didn’t want her…” he said quickly, “that you and mom only took her in because her mom was going to throw her away!  They started calling her a garbage baby.”

Jake looked down the hall, heartbroken over what his son had just told him.  They’d had a long journey fighting for Evie, and she was wanted amongst the Jenson clan more than anything, “you know that’s not true, right Tyler?”  

“Of course I know that!” he said as though it were the most obvious piece of information he ever heard, “I told Evie that we love her and that she should tell you and mom, but she said no…she tried to talk to Michael and he wouldn’t even look at her.”

Jake’s jaw tensed, “that little shit…”

“Dad…am I in trouble?”

“No bud,” Jake said with a shake of his head.  He reached over and messed with his son’s hair, “you aren’t in trouble.”

“I pushed Michael when he ran away from Evie…”

“I’ll be right back,” Jake said quickly, disregarding the claim that his son made, “you did good in protecting your sister…do me a favor and make sure Layla and Jacob eat breakfast!”

“Okay daddy…”

Jake rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall to where Evie’s room was.  His heart ached as he heard the little girl crying from the other side of the door.  But before he could so much as speak when he burst through the door, he saw that his wife already was there sitting on the bed, with Evie  sitting on her lap and sobbing against her chest.

“It’s okay, Evie,” Maddie sighed, gently smoothing down her half-sister’s hair, “don’t listen to those mean kids at school…”

“They said my real mommy didn’t want me!  They called me a garbage baby,” she sobbed, “and Michael went along with it.  Michael is my boyfriend!  And he didn’t stand up for me.”

“Well I’m going to talk to Sasha and Andy after I drop you off at school-“

“Mommy no!”

“Baby…that’s not right,” she sighed, looking into her half-sisters chocolate orbs, “no one should say that.  And if Michael really was your boyfriend he would have stood up for you.  You said Tyler stood up for you, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“People that love you will always stick up for you, baby!”  

“But my real mommy didn’t want me!” she argued, “no one wants me…you and daddy just feel bad for me!”

“Don’t you ever say that again!” Maddie said firmly, holding the little girl at arm’s length.  Maddie’s tears reflected Evie’s and both of them refused to move a muscle, “I don’t want you to ever say that again…”

“But it’s true!”

“I want you!” Maddie said quickly, a tear streaming down her cheek, “I want you so desperately to be part of the family Evie…our mother  was a mean woman…but I wanted you so badly.  I fought for you!”

“We fought for you!” Jake agreed from the door. 

Both Evie and Maddie looked teary eyed at Jake.  Jake felt like his throat was closing up, seeing two of his girls in so much pain, but he pushed himself further into the room.  He dropped to his knees, “Evie…Maddie and I want you…Maddie and I adopted you when we got you here…remember?”

The little girl nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. 

But the trio was shocked when they heard another voice from the door.

“We want you too, Evie!” Tyler proclaimed, “You’re my big sister…you’re all of our big sister…”

“Sissy!” the three-year-old Jacob chirped.  Layla nodded in agreement, rocking back and forth on her feet.

“We love you, sissy!”

Evie sniffled and Jake led the charge, wrapping his arms around both Maddie and her.  The Jensen babies were quick to join in and they all began to reaffirm the love that they held for Evie.  Maddie sniffled and Jake’s eyes caught hers.

‘I love you!’ she mouthed. 

And Jake tearily smiled, wondering how his life managed to go so right.

“Hey…”

Cami looked up from her desk, surprised to see Sam standing there with kindergarteners Jamie and Stephanie, and his own four-year-old daughter, Kaya.  She bit her lip, unable to hold back the smile from her lips, “well hey there guys…what are you doing here?”

“A few of the guys were working on some new prototypes for the wings on my suit…”he said with a shrug, “picked the girls up, and was going to take them down to the tech lab since the daycare closed down for the day…”

“Again?”

“Your newborn brother can be thanked for that…” he said while holding back a chuckle.  Cami frowned, nervous to ask.  Sam bit his lip, “apparently one of the women was playing with him, and he wouldn’t let go of her finger…”

“Oh no…”

“He snapped it!”

Cami gasped, “No.”

“Was pretty funny watching Buck come and get him…” Sam admitted, “but it’s better than Mel coming down.  You know she would have made those poor girls feel bad for it.  Your dad just looks sad when he tries to fight over it.”

“Oh god…is he arguing with them again?”

“Baby, it’s the second time James injured one of the workers…”

“He’s a serum baby…they know that they’re supposed to not stick their hands in his face,” she sighed, “he’s got super strength.  I mean, Jamie and Stephanie are a lot more mild-mannered than him, and me and Steve were there a lot more…I mean, he cut down on the missions he took, and I didn’t work for a while when I had them…mom is a counselor with those groups and dad’s never slowed down.  James is bored!  Of course he’ll break bones and test waters if someone allows him to.”

“Doesn’t do that to your mom!”

“Mom does have a way with Barnes boys…” she laughed to herself, “she puts them in their place, and quick!”

“Mommy come with us!” Jamie begged, interrupting the adult conversation.

Stephanie and Kaya agreed, “Come down to play with us!”

“Mommy’s busy babies…I have a lot of work I need to do!”

“Please!” Kaya asked, running up to Cami’s desk, “we wanna show you a card we made…we made cards!”

“A card?”

Sam nodded, pulling the attention away from the girls, “they made you and Nia a card because mother’s day was coming up next month…”

“You girls made us cards?”

The girls giggled, excitedly nodding along.  A chorus of squeals met her ears, “and I have to come down with you guys?”

“Uh huh!”

“YEAH!”

“Come with us, mommy!”

“See my mommy?”

“Yes, Kaya, we can stop at the medical ward and see your mommy too!” she agreed, lifting the young Wilson girl up, “after we drop daddy off to go play with his wings, we can see mommy Nia!”   

“Daddy us uppies too?”

Sam smiled, lifting Jamie up first, only to pass her off to Cami, who balanced her on the other hip, and then he turned to Stephanie who was giddly awaiting to be picked up by him.

“Uppies!” Stephanie giggled.

“Yeah, yeah!” Sam smiled, lifting her up, “now you three are stuck with us!”

“YAY!” Kaya giggled.

“Mission Accomplish!”

“To tech!” Jamie demanded.

“Yep,” Sam nodded, already starting out the door, “Mission accomplished girls.  We got mommy out of the office!  Now lets go play with Uncle Tony’s tech and then we’ll see your mommy Kaya!”

The girls were a mess of giggles, chattering excitedly the whole way down to the tech wing, but as soon as Sam let them go to try on the wings, the girls all lost interest. 

It didn’t matter that he was the new Captain America, or that the wings were easily way bigger than them.  The girls were far more excited by the prospect of showing off their cards. 

They had jointly handed off their card for Cami, but the twins insisted that they take the card up to Kaya’s mom.  Sam was okay with the idea, seeing the girls were already starting to get a little bored being forced to be in the space that wasn’t friendly to a child. 

So they quickly made their way up to the medical wing.  Doctor Cho had told Cami that Nia was off in the office, catching up on paperwork. 

And surprised she was, when Cami opened the door to the office, and three little girls were bunched up beside her, rushing on in. 

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind,” she said quickly as the girls ran to the front of the desk, “Doctor Cho said it was okay and we wanted to surprise you!”

Nia smiled, genuinely taken back seeing her little girl excitedly peering at her from over the edge of the desk, “You…wanted to surprise me?”

Cami smiled at how surprised Nia actually looked.  She looked from her daughter to her one time best friend, tears lining her eyes.  Kaya was giggling, the four-year-old holding out a mother’s day card that was nothing more than a bunch of scribbles to her.

“Momma, you!”

“She’s handing it to you, momma!” Cami smirked. 

Nia rushed around the desk and knelt down to her daughter, overwhelmed by the emotions that she’d felt.  She reached out, her hand stroking her daughter’s cheek, before pushing back to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, “it’s beautiful baby.”

“Love you momma!”

Kaya nearly threw herself against her mother, her tiny arms wrapping around her as much as they could.  Nia leaned into her daughter’s touch, “oh baby…thank you.”

The card lay nearly forgotten between the two of them for a few moments. 

“If you’re willing to spring yourself from Dr. Cho for a bit, we could go and grab lunch with the girls.  Sam is testing some new wings in the courtyard.”

“Do you wanna grab some lunch, baby?” Nia asked. 

Kaya nodded excitedly, “We go lunch with mommy and momma.”

“Yeah baby!” Nia confirmed, “let’s go grab some lunch.”

Sasha bit her nails, unsure of what to do.  She sighed, taking a deep breath as the doctor looked at her, “there’s nothing wrong with your daughter, Mrs. Barber, or so it appears, but we’ll know more after tonight.”

“See, I told you,” Andy smiled reassuringly, “Ashley is doing great!”

“Andy, she’s wetting the bed and screaming in the middle of the night…” she said worriedly, “last week she stopped breathing.”

“You thought she stopped breathing.”

“You don’t have to deal with it,” she grumbled, “you sleep like a rock, Andy…”

“Baby…”

“Well, the two of you will have a night off tonight at least,” the doctor attempted to joke, “the sleep study should reveal any issues that she’s been having and we’ll get to the bottom of it.”

Andy and Sasha shared a look before turning their attention back to the doctor, “you mean we can leave her here?”

“She’ll be monitored the whole night.  You two are free to leave.  The sleep study will end and we’ll have the results by nine AM.”

“Why do you have to discredit everything that I do?” she spat, the left overs to the dinner she, Andy, and Michael had enjoyed, now being put away.

Andy frowned, “what are you talking about, Sash?”

“The doctor’s office, earlier..I thought Ashley stopped breathing,” she remarked, “no, Andy…I didn’t think it happened.  It did happen.  I was check-“

“Here we go again,” Andy growled, cutting her off, “you check on the kids through the night and you spotted her in a second where her breath hitched.  You didn’t have to go rushing in and make it seem like you were saving her life, Sasha.  Ashley was fine.  You scared her when you woke her up like that”

“I’m not crazy, Andy…she did stop breathing!”

“Look, I get it…the kids weren’t your first option, but you’re going overboard, Sasha,” he said angrily, his arms crossing over his broad chest.  He leaned against the counter and glared at her, “but we had Michael.  You walked away and left me with him.  He turned out fine.  When you came back, you agreed to a second child.  You wanted Ashley just as much as I did.  You can’t keep going back and forth about this.”

“What the hell are you saying, Andy?”

“You need to get help,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders, “I was talking to Bucky and the guys about it bec-“

“You were talking to Bucky?” she growled, “why the hell were you talking to Bucky and the guys about our relationship, Andrew?”

“Mel’s a counselor baby!”

“Don’t baby me,” she replied angrily, “this is not a situation you can just ‘baby’ your way out of.  You were talking about me to the guys…”

“I think you could really help from the support groups that Melissa helps run.”

“I’m not going to that, Andy…we tried it when I went through the postpartum with her, and it didn’t work,” she answered, her defenses building up because of her anger, “my meds are good, and I evened out!”

“You haven’t,” Andy declared, “even before the other week when Ashley supposedly stopped breathing, you were doing things, putting her through unnecessary tests.  There’s nothing wrong with our daughter, Sasha…”

“Andy yes there is!”

“No, there isn’t!” he argued, “now here’s what’s going to happen, Sash…because I’m fucking tired of this.  Tomorrow morning, when we pick up Ashley and the doctor says there’s nothing wrong with her, you’re going to drop it.  No more testing.  No more scaring her.  We’re done with this endless, needless chase.”

“Somethings wrong, And-“

“SASHA if you don’t drop it, I’m going to drop you…plain and simple.  Stop looking for things to be wrong!” Andy said definitively, “because the only issues that exist are the ones that you’re creating!”

“I don’t want to do it, Ari…”

Ari smiled, watching as his wife held their eldest, balanced on her hip, “you’ve already done it once, my love…but if you’re really upset about letting Isaac going to kindergarten in the fall, we could always-“

“Oh no, Levinson, I know where you’re going with that,” Britt smirked.  She was quick to cover Israels’ ears, even though the sick kindergartener was in a deep sleep against his mother, “and watch that mouth of yours daddy bears…we’ve got baby ears nearby.”

Ari licked his lips and eyed his wife’s form, her sleep shorts leaving her thighs bare, while the fabric of the cami was pushed down ever so slightly from Israel leaning against her chest, “well…he is asleep…we could put him back down in his bed.”

“Ari…”

Ari sighed, knowing how much she missed spending her days with her growing children.  She’d been far too busy at the law firm with her father lately, and had begun missing out on mile markers like Israel losing his first tooth and the Thanksgiving play.  And she’d missed Isaac learning how to tie his shoes.  And their youngest…Britt was heartbroken when she missed Arianna’s first day of daycare just so that she could get some socialization with children other than her two older brothers. 

“I know mommy bear!” Ari agreed, coming in close to his wife.  He reached out and took Israel out of her arms, and the little boy snuggled against his father, adjusting quickly, “you wanted to go back to work though…”

“I thought I would be okay…”

“We can talk to your dad together if you want,” Ari offered, “I’m sure he’d underst-“

“No…we can’t bring it up!” she frowned, “you know how much issues he’s having with Sasha…”

“But if this is affecting you this much-“

“Ari…dad doesn’t need the stress…I-I’ll get through it,” she argued quickly and quietly, following her husband as he went to Israel’s room and laid the five year old down, “I just didn’t know that I’d miss spending this much time with the kids…and I mean, one of us has to work…you retired from the embassy.  And-“

“Hey…calm down,” Ari said gently.  She stared helplessly up at him while he held her by the shoulders, “you are an amazing, intelligent woman, who is a force to be reckoned with, in and out of the courtroom.  But you are just one woman.  You need to take care of yourself just as much as you want to take care of everyone else.  If not being home is getting to you this much that you need an out, I’ll go back to work.  I have contacts, and I could pick up as an independent contractor…and I can do it all from home.”

“I can’t just leave dad in the dust…”

“You’re not…and he’ll understand that.  You’re a junior partner, and you’ve done so much for him with the law firm.  You could still consult.  You could work from home if you really want.  I’m sure your dad would appreciate you being the one who looks up the background for his cases.  He’d love to have some free time.  You could step down, and do the leg work,” Ari said kindly, “you’ve always loved that best about being a lawyer anyways.”

“I have…” she admitted, thoughtfully thinking it over, “god, I really have.”

Ari smiled, “see…and you could spend more time with the kids…and with me…”

“There it is,” she teased, “the real reason he’s helping out…”

“Hey…if I get to taste that honeypot more often, who knows,” he shrugged playfully, “I may convince you of a fourth child yet…”

“Ari…”

“That’s not a no,” he smirked, finally letting go of his wife and sauntering out of the room.  Britt felt a sense of relief as she thought about what she and Ari discussed.  She could talk to her father, and if she really needed to, she knew that Ari would go with her as well and she wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than taking care of herself and her family, “you coming to bed, mommy bear?”

Britt giggled, finally exiting her son’s bedroom.  As the door clicked softly behind her she was surprised to see Ari’s shirt in the middle of the hall, leading towards the open bedroom door.  As she walked and picked it up, she spotted his sleeping pants just around the corner of the door. 

“Ari…”

“Come to bed, mommy bear….daddy’s got a little of his own honey waiting for you…”

Britt giggled a little bit more, her previous anxieties washing away as she lightly jogged down the remaining length of the hall and into her bedroom.  Her eyes nearly bulged out as she shut the door.  Her husband was laying naked on the bed in front of her. 

“Well hello there, mommy bear,” he smirked huskily.  Britt’s eyes raked down his muscular, hairy frame.  The rasp in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and her thighs instinctively clenched.  Her mouth went dry as she watched him stroking his already hard cock, “should we make a little extra time to let mommy bear feel good?”

“Oh I think she more than deserves it!” she purred, sauntering towards her husband as her fingers worked on pulling her camisole off.

#good girls club #exwivesclub #ex wives club #mayor lee bodecker #lee bodecker #devil all the time #sam wilson #ari levinson smut #ari levinson #soft ari #red sea diving resort #andy barber #defending jacob #chris evans characters #soft jake jensen #jake jensen #the losers fanfiction #sebastian stan characters

[cookie-nom-nom]

oh nooo ep 35 utterly rekindled my Emberose flame. Anyway it works so well as a messy polycule, just really adds this extra layer to the dynamic. These boys have no communication! Half their mental health tips to each other is suppression! Such a fantastic ‘it’s Complicated’ ship. Emerich is so clearly desperate for approval. He wants to be appreciated and shows how much he cares by his inventions. But that often means he withdraws from them to work on a project. It’s a gift, he’s doing it for them, but he also just gets sucked in. And then there’s the periods where nobody sees him for days, locked in his workroom. And eventually Beef busts down the door and finds a sleep deprived mess ignoring hunger and injuries and exhaustion because he wants to get this project right for them. Because that is how he shows he cares. Fumbling, awkward words of affection too of course, he’s blunt on it albeit often coming off strange. He seems pretty free with hugs, occasionally a kiss if he remembers, though obviously he’s some type of ace. But for the most part Emerich goes for dragging his special interest to them and excitedly showing it off. He’ll ramble about other things that catch his interest too, old sports movies, SciFi tiktoks of water skiing feats, but mostly it’s the inventions he designs specifically with his partners in mind. It’s his way of showing love, and hoping to be given gratitude and acknowledgment in return. Emerich calls them partners in that vague way where nobody can tell if he means in the romantic or professional sense. Montrose calls them associates though. Not even friends. He’ll retain his air of smug separation no matter what, refusing to ever close the emotional distance, like he doesn’t quite give weight to the other’s feelings. He flirts, sure, often even. But it’s almost in that way bards do, pure dripping charisma, where you can’t tell how genuine it is. Emerich doesn’t clock it half the time, but when he does turns pink and tries to flirt back disastrously. Which is why Montrose does it; because it’s amusing. Beef tends to reciprocate in a more grounded, genuine way, but sometimes he’s just irked by how insincere it comes off. Random bursts of short arguments aren’t uncommon given the different ways they define their relationship. Because the mask never comes off even when they’re literally making out. Maybe it can’t. Montrose is eight layers of act so deep not he even knows his true self. But he does care, even if he refuses to acknowledge it. He tells himself his worry is pure pragmatism since they’re his associates. Frankly none of us know what’s going on in his head, but at the very least he doesn’t seem to treat reality as anything more than a game or a roleplay. Montrose maintains that suave detachment, acting like it’s a one night stand even though they’ve been living together for years.

Beef doesn’t. He makes his affections clear, upfront. Not that he’s the only one who’s willing to be emotionally vulnerable; Beef clearly has trust issues and suppresses his trauma. But simultaneously, he’s upfront with the fact he thinks they’re in a relationship. He cares openly and deeply. They’re both so reckless in a way that drives Beef insane with worry. Montrose just throws himself into risky situations, and Emerich never takes care of himself. And Beef wants to take that hit for them, his first instinct is to protect, and so often he feels guilty. Which he suppresses. And frankly he’s irritated by it, that they’re putting themselves and him through that pain. He’s tired of having to carry Emerich to their bed just to wake in the middle of the night and find him gone, the glow of the workstation seeping beneath the door. He’s tired of Montrose never dropping his literal or metaphorical mask, never admitting if he really cares or not, catching his hand whenever Beef tries to gently peel away the mask and force them to be truly face to face. Beef is the emotional glue that holds it all together and it’s exhausting sometimes. He wants to be clear in his affections and intentions, but Montrose refuses to admit anything and Emerich keeps withdrawing. He wants to call them his significant others but feels like he can’t because of how the other two treat the relationship. 

It’s just…complicated

#Huh this is a weird one for me #I’ve never like actively shipped something before #Besides the blatantly obvious/shoved in my face #Anyway it just really makes their dynamic pop #Also how the hell am I unearthing intense character drama from podcast where shrek is batman #??? #emberose #beeftrose #Embeef #Taz #the adventure zone #taz steeplechase #steeplechase #emerich dreadway #montrose pretty #beef punchley #something to nom on

[ireallylovepuppies101]

Cat-Dad AU 2

PART TWO!!!

Bendy’s about 4 years old, and things are going well for him and Felix. Felix is almost done with college, he's no longer zany, he reconnected with Nora and Sheba who absolutely LOVE Bendy with all their hearts, Bendy has been growing up to be a wonderful bright little boy (though Felix and Wilson wish his curiously didn't result in him taking apart the radio), and Bendy absolutely loves and adores his hard working Dad. So when Felix takes Bendy with him on a trip out of town to help Wilson with something work related, Bendy was EXCITED. 

They stop in a small town during their trip, Felix stopping to look over a map to make sure they’re heading the right way. Taking his eyes off of Bendy for just a second.

And a second is all it takes for Bendy to disappear on him.

Moments away from having a STROKE, Felix thankfully hears Bendy call out to him from an alley so he rushes right over. He'd be ready to scold Bendy for leaving his side, but that lecture never happens when he sees that in Bendy’s arms, is a wolf pup, shivering and whimpering as he's wrapped up in a baby blanket with the name "Boris" stitched into it. Felix quickly takes the baby from Bendy, telling his son he did a good job finding this little wolfy in need of help, and rushes to the closest hospital to make sure the pup will be okay.

Thankfully they get the medical all clear, little Boris just needs to be fed and kept warm, though he'd fuss too much to accept anything from the nurses, so Felix offers to try considering he's raised a fussy baby before. Boris still fusses a bit and doesn't take the bottle of baby formula from Felix right away, until he sees Bendy watching him curiously and settles down to eat without a problem, and falls asleep in Felix’s warm arms as the cat man purrs to sooth him. Bendy not once takes his eyes off of Boris, and sits in Felix’s lap as his dad gets the baby to fall asleep.

After the police try looking into where Boris could have come from, but come up empty handed, Felix finds himself having a hard time thinking about parting ways with the little wolf pup, especially seeing how attached Bendy is to the little guy, and decides to try raising Boris as well.

Wilson, Sheba, and Nora were THRILLED to welcome another baby into the family. All of them helping out so Felix wouldn't get as exhausted as he used to get by raising baby Bendy by himself. He also has an easier time doing research on raising a wolf pup since there are actual books on that.

Bendy meanwhile, would work hard to be the best big brother EVER. Sitting on the floor with Boris and playing very gently with him, taking naps with Boris to help his little brother fall asleep faster, doing whatever he can to get Boris to stop crying, and he even gets up at night when he wakes up hearing Boris fussing (Felix usually ends up carrying Bendy back to bed because his oldest son fell back to sleep on Boris’s bedroom floor).

By the time Bendy’s about 5-6 and Boris is 1-2, Felix will graduate college, and during the graduation ceremony when his name is called for him to come accept his certificate, Felix isn't all that surprised to hear people laughing and going "Aaaaw!" as all eyes on the crowd follow Bendy as he runs from his Aunty, GodMother, and Grandpa to get to his Dad with his baby brother in his arms. Felix laughs as he gets down on his knees and holds out his arms to scoop up his boys, hugging them tightly as the crowd laugh and applaud. Felix’s graduation photo is one of his favorite family pictures he carries around with him in his wallet.

Now for funfacts!

-Everyone jokes that Bendy is Boris's favorite. Especially when Boris's first word was "Beh-bee", aka his attempt at saying Bendy's name.

-While Bendy as a baby would bite people he didn't like, Boris, being a puppy, would bite EVERYTHING. Poor Felix wouldn't be able to leave a room without coming back and finding it absolutely destroyed while Boris would be in the middle of chewing one of his shoes.

-Bendy as a toddler didn't seem to want to accept the fact that he was too little to do certain things. Like reaching things on high up shelves. So he either tried climbing everything, or started trying to use his talent. Either way Felix swears he lost one of his nine lives from fear alone stopped Bendy from falling, saving him from getting crushed from falling furniture, or getting Bendy to calm down when his shadows got a bit out of control and started throwing things.

-Felix and Wilson would do their best trying to teach Bendy to control his talent, but with their limited knowledge on demons it wouldn't be perfect, but at least he'd have better control then what he would have had if he never had any help.

-Felix gets a kick out of getting Boris to howl as a baby. After reading through a book about wolves, he curiously looked at Boris in his arms and gave an experimental howl, which made Boris perk up, tilt his head curiously at his Dad, before giving the biggest, mightiest baby howl he could. 

-Due to being raised by a cat, and hearing Felix purr to them to get them to settle down and/or comfort them, Bendy AND Boris purr. Technically speaking, Bendy purrs more often, while Boris grew up trying to mimic purring when he's happy. Felix was at first shocked hearing Boris purr for the first time, until he started wheezing with laughter while rushing off to go show Wilson. (As a teenager Boris denies ever doing that and glares at Bendy when he brings it up to their friends, and blushes to death when Felix joins into the conversation.)

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #quest bendy #quest boris #quest felix #babitim #bendy and the ink machine #batim #au #my stuff #Cat-Dad AU

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

The Sons of Fëanor behind closed doors

Author’s note: A collection of random intimate moments between you and your favorite Fëanorian. Part 1/? There will definitely be more parts to this!

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Caranthir

Carnistir always runs warm

It doesn’t matter how cold it is outside, his temperature never seems to drop. Must be his blood cuz its boiling  

In the evening, you’ll find him looking through the bookshelves in your chambers, thinking about which one he’s going to read to you

This is a routine you have established quite early on, him being a bookworm and you loving the sound of his voice and storytelling abilities 

He always comes back to join you right when your feet start getting cold. The second he sits down beside you, you bury them underneath his legs, certified personal heater 

He shudders at the coldness and shoots you an annoyed look, scolding you about how you should put on socks. 

"You’re going to catch a cold." 

"Not when I have you right here!" You grin and are met with him rolling his eyes 

When he opens the book, you throw your arms around his neck and look over his shoulder, waiting for him to start reading, but he just seems to be flipping through the pages aimlessly, too distracted by your sudden proximity

His face grows redder with every second

You snuggle into his hot cheek, and he feels you smile against his skin.

How is he supposed to focus?? Manz is flustered

"You do remember where we left off, right?" You ask teasingly, he just clears his throat and mutters something about chapter three. When he finally finds the chapter he lets out a breath he seemed to be holding forever 

Is it hot in here? Nope, just Cara’s body temperature which is off the charts by now 

There’s something about his reading voice, the way it sounds soft like a velvet blanket, yet so sharp

And though you’d love to listen to the story, the exhaustion takes over you, leaving you half asleep on his shoulder near the chapter’s end

He puts down the book and rests his head against yours for a moment, secretly smiling to himself in pure bliss before gently picking you up and carrying you to bed

Eru, the things you do to him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way 

Maedhros

This gentle giant loves it when you play with his hands

He noticed a long time ago how fidgety you would get whenever something was making you nervous

Your anxiety shows itself in you cracking your knuckles, playing with the rings on your fingers, pulling at the fabric of your clothing 

Sometimes, however, you wouldn’t have anything to help reduce your anxiety 

He made it a habit to look for that twitch in your fingers, and whenever that happens, he just takes your hands into his

And since his hands are significantly larger than yours, it would only take one of them to encapsulate both of yours, and squeeze them reassuringly (we’re obviously talking pre-oath here oop) while the other tends to whatever it is he was doing before

Although open displays of affection are frowned upon, he considers your comfort more important than the judgement he would receive 

Let’s be real, nobody would dare to ever voice their disapproval. It’s Maedhros they’re talking to, zero fucks given here

This morning, you have been sitting next to Mai in a meeting for the longest time when one of the attendees decides to criticize some of the contributions you have made earlier. You freeze. Heart starts beating impossibly fast at the tone of his voice, pointed and condescending. Eru. Do you answer? Are you supposed to answer?! He’s looking right at you. Eruerueru-

The second Mai’s hand finds yours under the table, the tension leaves your body. 

You take it with an urgency he recognizes all too well. One of your hands holds on to his wrist while the fingers on your other one intertwine themselves with his, your thumb drawing hectic circles into his cool skin. Your grip on his wrist tightens at times and you take deep breaths, trying to remain in control 

You let go of his wrist and trace the veins on the back of his hand, trying to memorize the way his skin feels on yours, before you turn his hand around in your lap and do the same thing with the lines on his palm

His hand is relaxed in your grip, gradually transferring some of that energy to you

He’s just so tall and self assured — the complete opposite of your current state — you could find solace in his presence alone if it weren’t for your itching fingers 

Your movements become slower the longer you stay in contact with him

It’s like his fëa gathers in his hand, knowing you need it to touch you directly to come to your senses

And so the rush wears off, eventually the attendee stops talking and you are able to form a response that is just coherent enough to be said out loud in this setting

And as a result of your bond and the indemmar emerging from it, Maitimo proceeds to expand your argument in his own words, closing the case gracefully as ever without letting anything show 

You don’t know what you’d do without him, especially in situations like these 

Maglor

Contrary to popular belief, Makalaurë is a clumsy individual 

You have to give that to him, his mind seems to be running nonstop, I imagine him to always be on the edge of sensory overload — just look at the world around you, how could you not want to capture every single aspect of it in poetry and song? 

So, naturally, he’s not always fully present, at least not when he’s scribbling things on paper

You can tell whether to talk to him or leave him to his affairs by the way he’s sitting, the speed and loudness of the quill on his paper.

The more he hunches his back, the more he squints his eyes, chews on his lower lip, the messier his handwriting appears, the jerkier he moves the quill — that’s when you know not to disturb him

Although sometimes, you yourself are quite preoccupied and forget about it

"LAURË!" you call out as you burst into his room, feet stomping on the wooden planks so enthusiastically their creaking could be mistaken for a cat screaming after having been stepped on its tail 

Poor Laurë is so startled, he jumps out of his skin, dies and is reborn all at once

The quill in his hand slides across the paper with the sudden movement of his arm and, yikes, the ink pot is sent flying along with pieces of parchment

He yells, eyes wide, hands in the air, frozen in place, a literal deer in the headlights

You stop dead in your tracks and cover your mouth in shock, immediately regretting your loud entry

"ERU, Y/N, DON’T DO THIS TO ME" "I’M SO SORRY!!" "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!" "I DON’T KNOW!!"

The last piece of paper lands on the ground, the air settles down and only then do you see the damage — splotches of ink are littered all over his desk and notes, his hands and sleeves. He sits there, with his upper body turned towards you, staring at his work on the floor, slowly breaking out of his state of shock and moving to pick it up with shaky hands

You hate to admit it to yourself, but he’s so unintentionally funny with his big eyes and startled movements. You can see how he’s trying to coordinate his thoughts again as his hands reach for each piece of paper below, sometimes grabbing the air instead of the actual object 

Somebody help this man

And Eru forbid, when he sees the spilled ink on his notes, he goes through all the stages of grief right in front of your eyes and you feel even worse for the laughter that’s bubbling up inside of you

He’s like a sloth, slowly collecting his belongings with calculating eyes

You hastily step to his side and help him arrange everything on the desk, then proceed to get a washcloth to wipe away the spilled ink

When you’re finished, you are met with judgemental eyes 

"I’m sorry, I’m really sorry," you manage to get out before the laughter bursts out of you. Laurë huffs and before you know it, his blue fingertips smear the leftover ink across your face

"Hey!" you yelp when he picks you up and carries you outside

If it weren’t for the loud breath he lets out through his nose, you would have thought he was really mad at you, but he just puts you back down, trying his hardest to hide his smile upon seeing the blue lines on your face 

"I’ll just come back later," you purse your lips and look up at him. He shakes his head at the mischievous twinkle in your eyes before leaning down to kiss the top of your head and then slamming the door in your face lol 

Celegorm

If there’s one thing you know, it’s that Tyelko loves nature

You, on the other hand, have certain things you’d prefer to stay away from, such as spiders 

And as much as you love him, his "conquer your fear" mindset is anything but dear to you. You’re a firm believer of respecting people’s fears and not forcing them to change that, whereas he thinks practically and doesn’t always consider your thoughts, such as right now

He came running into your room when he had heard you scream in fear, ready to attack whatever was threatening you, or so he thought 

So there you are, standing on a chair, pointing at the spider in his hand

"Tyelkormo, I swear on my life, if you come any closer-" 

"Y/N, you can’t be serious, it’s tiny." "I don’t care!" You yell, slowly stepping down from the chair and backing up

He smirks "You can’t be that scared, love" 

And all the alarms in your head go off when he steps closer to you, spider enclosed in his hand that is extended towards you

When your back hits the wall, you know you’re done for

"Tyelko-" "Just look at it!" He laughs at your reaction, knowing he won’t actually do anything. Deep down, you know it too, but he just loves to poke fun at you and you fall for it every single time

You think he'd leave it at that, but he actually dares to open his hand and of course, the spider jumps out in a frenzy, beginning to rope itself down from the palm of his hand

And you SCREAM, poor Tyelko actually has to cover his ears that's what he gets

The spider hurries away into some corner and you make a leap for the bed, grab a pillow and throw it at Tyelko, yelling at him to take it outside

When he finally does, your rage is still very much present and you take another pillow from behind you and hit him repeatedly

"Don't-" hit. "you-" hit. "ever-" hit. "do-" hit. "that-" hit. "again-" hit. "do-" hit. "you-" hit. "understand-" hit. "you're so annoying!!!"

He's obviously unfazed, if anything his smirk has grown even bigger

His arms snake around your waist and pull you close, cradling your head in his hand

"Did you seriously think I was going to let that spider harm you? You're so easy to tease, love"

Curufin

"Close your eyes," he instructs softly before carefully placing the item in your hands. He spent hours working on this, both scared and excited for your reaction

When he tells you to open your eyes again, they fall on a set of beautiful earrings. But that's not what makes you tear up!

Months ago, you had mentioned how much you missed the color of forget-me-nots in the winter time. It was a silly little thought you had voiced on a leisurely stroll with him on a rather cold morning, not expecting him to actually take it to heart like this

But here you are, in your hand these rose gold earrings, shaped like forget-me-nots, with little shimmering gems in the center — the same color as your favorite spring flower.

"Curufin!" you gasp, looking up at him

He just smiles and for the first time ever, he looks flustered, bashful, even

He's always so calm, stoic and levelheaded. To see him deliver a gesture like this is unusual to say the least

"Here, let me help you put them on," he gently takes the earrings out of your hands with his calloused fingers

You notice a band-aid on his left index finger, did he hurt himself when crafting these?

Once the earrings are on, you step in front of the mirror and Eru, the smile that blooms on your face almost makes his heart stop

Curvo was never one to display a lot of emotion, he just never deemed it necessary

But seeing you touched like this made him question what was so bad about letting his guard down sometimes

Especially when you would look at him, and his heart would erupt into a million tiny butterflies upon the effects of his gesture

Amrod

You're sat on the wooden fence framing the fields close to your estate, watching the cows

The sun is just about to set and you catch yourself staring at him

"Is there something on my face?" he suddenly asks and raises his eyebrows, you're caught in the act

Quick, think of something to save yourself from the embarrassment!!! Or else he'll never stop teasing you about this!!!

So you flick his forehead and watch him open his mouth in protest

"Hey!" "What are you gonna do, Pityo?"

You stick your tongue out and jump down into the high grass, watching him do the same, ready to follow you for some revenge

The air is quiet, and the first fireflies are already buzzing around the fields when he starts chasing you through the flowers

Your giggles and screams make the cows raise their heads one by one, disturbed by these two strange creatures running around them

Usually, Amrod knows not to run too close to the cows as it would agitate them, but he's just too caught up in the way your laughter tickles his pointed ears and the way your h/c hair flows in the wind — he doesn't notice one of them standing closer to him than he has anticipated

So yeah, poor unfortunate Pityo bumps into that cow. And he stumbles. And falls. And when he realizes what he's fallen into, he yells. And when you realize what he's fallen into, he's done for

"NO WAY!!!!" "STOP"

He gets up and looks down at his linen shirt which is now an earthy, lovely shade of brown

When you come closer, you see the blush on his cheeks, his ears growing redder and redder

"Not a word to my brothers!" he warns, pointing his finger at you

"What do I get in return?" you ask and clasp your hands in front of your body, a shit-eating grin on your face pun intended

He looks around helplessly, trying to come up with something to keep you from running off to tell everyone about this mishap

He just huffs in defeat, shoulders slacking "I'll do whatever you want, just don't tell them."

You don't know why, but seeing him at your mercy like this makes you feel bolder than usual

"Kiss me." It's a short and sweet proposal.

You can see in his face that he's expected anything but this, because manz GASPS and is frozen in place

He's been crushing on you for quite some time, and the two of you certainly shared a cheeky bond, constantly teasing each other in a loving way, but kissing you???

He's at a loss for words and just stares at you in disbelief, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to reply but failing miserably

You've never seen him so flustered when he usually has a snarky comeback for every situation. He's so cute.

You carefully take a few steps closer to him until you're a few centimetres apart and look up at him with a timid smile, waiting for his reaction. And he gazes into your eyes with a newfound vulnerability that makes your heart beat a lot faster than it already does

And when he finally makes up his mind and decides to go for it, the sun has set

His lips hover over yours before softly laying themselves upon yours like a secret in the dark, only to be whispered aloud in your presence

Amras

"Telvo, I'm really tired, how much longer do we have to walk?" you ask, the ache in your feet is almost unbearable at this point

He came into your room this morning, asking you to accompany him on his quest to find mushrooms to try an old recipe for a stew he had found in the library

You don't know how many times he's already come knocking at your door demanding your help for the most trivial things, but you comply every time, you just can't help it. Some of your best adventures are made with him

So there you are, wandering along the path leading back to your home, your apron full of mushrooms of all kind, Telvo walking in front of you with that bounce in his step indicating his good mood

"We're almost there, look!" He points towards the house on the edge of the valley you're passing through, although it's a bit too far for your liking

You groan, stumbling over a root sticking out from beneath you and having the mushrooms tumble all over the ground

"Oh no..." you sigh, looking up at your companion who's surprised at your exhaustion

"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I made you walk too much!" He stammers, crouching to pick up the mushrooms and put them back into your apron, which you had folded into a makeshift bag

Once they're all in there, he turns his back to you and gestures for you to hop on, which you do gladly

"Y/N, Y/N, you're spending too much time indoors. Look at how exhausted you are!" he snickers and resumes his trip towards your house. You just snuggle into his shoulder and blow into his ear

"Not everyone can run around in the forest all day, you know?" to which he just shakes his head and laughs

Once you're inside, you begin to prepare the stew, bickering and joking around all the while

"Eru, hopefully this will taste good. Where did you even find that recipe?"

He tells you about a collection of old, dusty books hidden away in his father's library. Some traveller had devised this recipe a long time ago. It's said to warm you from within with its unique taste. You could listen to his rambling for hours. He's always had a talent for discovering the most random things and taking them straight to you, his partner in crime and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Once the stew is done, you dig in, and who would have thought? A blissful warmth spreads throughout your bodies, caressing your bellies and putting satisfied smiles onto your faces

"Told you it was gonna taste good," he mumbles and winks, beckoning you to come and sit next to him so you could enjoy the incoming food coma together

He really is full of peculiar ideas, your beloved redhead

#fëanorians x reader #fëanorians imagine #fëanorians headcanon #caranthir headcanon #maedhros headcanon #maglor headcanon #celegorm headcanon #curufin headcanon #amrod headcanon #amras headcanon #ambarussar headcanon #the sons of fëanor behind closed doors

[jedipoodoo]

Can I request blind pregnant reader and Crosshair, where the reader is getting close to her due date. The babies don’t stop kicking so Crosshair gives her gentle rubs to quiet them, but then she gets scared, and sad because she’ll never see her baby 🥺 so Crosshair reassures her that he’ll tell her down to every last detail what they’re child looks like.

I love prompts like this where the reader is almost the opposite of the partner (ex. blind vs. enhanced eyesight) but instead of clashing they mesh together perfectly.

Notes: pregnancy, blind reader, angst, hurt/comfort

In Your Eyes (Crosshair x Blind and Pregnant Reader)

"Don't look at me like that."

"You can't even see me, mesh'la," His teasing tone was half-hearted, and you hummed in acknowledgement.

"I don't have to see you. I know you well enough without seeing your face."

His nose pressed against your cheek as he sighed, and you felt the stubble of his five o'clock shadow before he trailed kisses along your jawline.

"I hate seeing you like this," He admitted, so soft only you could hear it.

The baby kicked again, and you winced. "How long until I can take some more of those painkillers Tech brought over?"

"Two more hours, love," He slipped behind you, framing your shoulders with his arms as he reached down, gently lifting your baby bump, and the weight, off your hips.

You shuddered, leaning back against his shoulder. For a moment, it was almost like you had been carrying an entire gunship around all day for the last six months

"Kriff, mesh'la , I don't know how you do this," He gasped into your hair.

"I mean, you getting a little more handsy than usual definitely helps," You smirked, and he chuckled, kissing the side of your face. His thumb traced little circles in the side of your belly, but his fingers were starting to slip. His firepuncher wasn't nearly as heavy as this.

"You can go ahead and set them down," You tried to tell him, "I can go lay down."

"Only if you're sure..."

When you nodded, he gently lowered the bump back into place, and you groaned at the familiar weight.

Dusty, your trained guide massif, nudged you towards the edge of the bed, and you felt your way up to the pillows to rest your head.

A moment laster, you felt the bed sink slightly, moving with Crosshair's frame as he lay beside you. His arm slid gently behind your back, pulling you into his chest, and you sighed.

"What's wrong, Doll?" he murmured, lips brushing against your forehead, "Everything alright?"

"It's fine, I just..." You couldn't articulate the words in the right way. Crosshair's hand came up to cradle your cheek, tracing your nose with his thumb as he patiently waited for you to speak.

"... Will I be a good mother?" you asked at last.

Crosshair thought for a moment, but you could feel him nodded.

"Yes, you will. Are you worried?"

You nodded too.

"I just- how can I help my children if I can't even see them or what's bothering them? What if I lose them and I can't even recognize them because I have no idea what they look like?"

Your bottom lip trembled, and Crosshair softly kissed you to quell your tremors.

"That's what you have me for, isn't it?" you could hear a chuckle in his voice as his chest gently shook beneath your hands.

"You don't need to worry about how the baby looks. That's for me to take care of. I'll tell you every detail of their appearance the moment I see them for the first time."

"Really?" you asked.

Crosshair's thumb rubbed back and forth across your cheek.

"There's other ways to tell what the baby's upset about. Tech said the pitch of their cry can indicate hunger, exhaustion, or even a... dirty diaper."

You threw your head back laughing. Was your big bad commando husband scared of a stinky baby?

He grumbled about it, but it was the kind of grumbling where he was secretly pleased he made someone happy, even if it was to his own embarrassment.

"Well have to learn that together." You hummed, sliding your hand up to trace the stubble on his chin.

Crosshair fairly purred in content as your hand came around the back of his head to massage his curls. He melted against you like your favorite blanket.

"Thank you, my love," You whispered, finding the top of his head to give him a kiss.

"Anytime, mesh'la, anytime."

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[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

Hello! i dont know if you got the first request i tried to send because our internet had a problem, but may I request a mumbo jumbo x gn phantom hybrid reader? the reader likes to watch him do redstone while perched on his shoulder like a bird and reminds him that he needs sleep. but since the reader is a phantom and cant go outside during daytime, mumbo likes to stay up as like as he can to stay with them until he passes out

This was fun to work on, though I made it take a bit of a twist with a humorous ending- please forgive me. ALSO NOT PROOFREAD I AM TRIED..

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Late night working

Description: You really want to make your and Mumbos relationship work, but sometimes you worry your lifestyles are too different. Luckily he has a solution.

Warnings: it's... complicated

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You heard the screams of your brethren call out to you, the cold night sky reminding you that it was safe to be outside. Most of the evening, after the sun had set, had been spent by you perched quietly on your lovers shoulder, as he worked on a new redstone project. But now the evening was turning to night, meaning that other Phantoms would also start to come out of hiding, ready to strike for food as the predators they were. The truth is, being a Phantom hybrid was a curse, one that you had been unknowingly handed. An undescriminative curse, that just befell one for being born. There were many things that you couldn’t do, simply because of your being, your condition of life. Some hermits you’d basically only spoken to once, because they prefered to sleep early and wake up early. Some hermits you saw so rarely, it was like you never saw them anyways. And you couldn’t ask them to accommodate you, that would be absurd. But there were those, like Mumbo, who tried their best to keep you included. 

Mumbo had a bad habit of accidentally staying up. It was a side effect of the kind of work he found most charitable, redstone. It’s not like building, or architectural design. You can’t see it in your head, the way you can with those things, and because any number of things can go wrong if you’re not sure what you’re doing, it’s best to keep it moving when you’re in the middle of it, so you don’t have to start again when you leave it. This meant that if he was in the middle of something, and day was turning to night, he simply had to keep working for a bit till he was finished with the current part of his redstone build. That’s originally what allowed you to become so close in the first place, anyways. He had seen how much lonelier of an existence you carried than he did, and he took pity on you. He found excuses to stay out even longer, and suddenly he was almost as nocturnal as you. 

But you both knew this wasn’t good for him. He was still human, in the end. A different sleep cycle was more optimal for him. So you began reminding him, when your brethren came out, that he too needed sleep. The other Phantoms were starting to be drawn to him, and it was just part of your physiology that you could feel how exhausted he was. Normally, this helped you search for prey, but now it worried you to no end. “Mumbo, they’re telling you to go to sleep, love.” You informed the man, getting off his shoulder and standing in front of him. You grabbed his hands, bringing them up to hold them to your chest and craning your neck down to kiss his knuckles. It was never easy to make him leave you, flatter was by far the best method you had found, though. 

“But I’m not finished, not yet.” He said, freeing his hand from your hold to place a soft hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. Then he let go, moving around you like he was going to continue what he was doing. But you didn’t let him pass, latching yourself onto his back. He let out a sigh, as he was stopped in his tracks. “We both know you’ve really been finished with this section for half an hour. It’s time to go to bed, Mumbo.” You said sternly, your voice slightly muffled by your face being pressed into his back. There was really no reason for him to lie, when you both knew the truth, so instead he turned around, embracing you from the front. “We have such limited time together. It’s not fair.” He said, kissing your shoulder. 

You couldn’t deny that he was right. But the world was cruel, and you both had to deal with it. And he could choose to fight it and be pessimistic, or he could look at it positively like you did. “I know, Mumbo. We can’t change that, but what we can do is cherish the little time we do have together.” You tried to explain it to him, but by the look in his eyes it still wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to just be happy spending 4 hours together a day. He wanted to spend all his time with you, so he could never be satisfied with your point of view. His eyes flew open further, like he had an idea. “Maybe you could come with me, we could share my bed.” He suggested, and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought of sharing a bed with him. Yes, you and Mumbo had been together for a long time now, but you’d just never thought about it. Honestly, it just seemed like an impossibility to share a bed with the man you loved. “I didn’t wake up too long ago.” You sadly informed him, and his head fell slightly, his face having the expression of a kicked puppy. There was always a need to explain to him your differences, that he never seemed to truly understand. Actually, it was more like he didn’t want to think about how different your lives were cursed to be. “I can’t just lay in bed with you all night, the work you do in the day I usually do while you’re in bed. I don’t have just endless hours of nothing, you know.” You tried, and he seemed to understand, to some extent. 

He grabbed your hand, leading you to follow him and you did without question. You followed him into his home. You couldn’t help but be hesitant, as he led you to his bed and started getting ready to sleep. But then he started to explain. “Come sleep with me for the next few nights. I’ll explain it to you when I can, but please just take my word for it and try.” It wasn’t even really an explanation, just a pleading prayer for you to trust him. And so you did. You would trust Mumbo till the end of your days, so sleeping for a few nights certainly wasn’t a challenge. That night you somehow managed to sleep, curled up along with Mumbo. It was some of the best sleep you’d ever had. But then when you woke up to Mumbo, and he left, leaving you alone in a room with a covered up window, you really had no idea what to spend the rest of the day on. 

You cleaned a bit, you read a few books, but soon enough you found yourself just sitting, waiting for Mumbo to return. If his plan was to let you live like this for a few days, make you like it, then he was failing terribly. Then when he returned, he counted it down for you. Two more days. This made it clear there was some end goal in mind for this lunacy, which made you much more willing to wait out boring days spent inside. Then, on the final day, as you woke up that morning with Mumbo by your side. You couldn’t help but feel slightly sad that this bliss would end. Sure, you couldn’t live like this, huddled up all day just wasn’t your style, but you would miss getting to spend every night impossibly close to Mumbo, tangled up in his arms. He seemed impossibly giddy that morning, as you ate breakfast. He was just pacing, spending time with you inside the house. 

And when Scar burst through the door to Mumbos makeshift house, holding a shulker box, you knew what he had been waiting for was this very moment. “You’re both right here? Amazing. Have I got something for you guys!” You loved the way Scar said that word, it was so iconic to him. But what he said made butterflies flutter around in your stomach, your mind anxious for what he and Mumbo had been planning the past few days. Yet, you urged him to show you what he had. He put down the Shulker box, and rummaged around in it for a second, before pulling out a long black cape with a hood on it. You raised a brow. 

“I appreciate the effort, really, but fabric is too thin. The sun's rays shine through it. I would be crisp if I went outside.” But Scar smiled, smugly, like he was about to unveil and explain his greatest masterpiece. Mumbo took your hand in his, comforting you and leaving you less anxious, and ready to hear what Scar had to say. “Well, as you can see-” He brought the cape over to you, letting you and Mumbo feel it. Sure, it felt like fabric, but it was heavy and it almost seemed like it had something between two layers of fabric. But you couldn’t really understand it. Scar continued. “This isn’t just normal fabric. It’s been tested.” He informed you, and once again you raised a questioning brow at him. Sure, Scar would never deliberately let anything happen to you, but how could it possibly have been tested? 

Mumbo noticed your still skeptical look, and pleaded with you. “Come on! Just give it a go! I promise it will work.” He tried, and you looked up at him. If anything, you would just respawn in your bed after immense pain that would traumatize you. It really wasn’t that bad to give it a try. So you took it from Scars hands, pulling it on and opening the door. Both men watched with bated breath, seemingly nervous despite having insisted that it would work. 

Then, you stuck your elbow into the sunlight and waited for the pain. It never came. You opened the eyes you had shut in preparation for the burn and looked at your elbow. Sure enough, sunlight was painting lines all along your elbow, covered in the strange cape, but nothing went through. You looked over to Mumbo and Scar in shock. “How does this work?” You asked while throwing yourself at Mumbo to hug him out of joy, surprised and desperate to understand it. But then He looked at you worryingly, and then looked to Scar for help who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Gotta go! Have fun!” He then said, and before either of you could stop him he was out the door. 

“Mumbo, what is it made of?” You repeated, and he looked nervous, a small amount of sweat seemingly gathering at his temple. He tried to make you ignore it, by changing the subject. “Doesn’t matter! We’re going to be able to walk outside in the sunlight, love! Isn’t that wonderful?” It didn’t make you any less suspicious and skeptic, so he tried the only other strategy he knew: he started kissing you. And sure enough, it was distracting and the more he kissed you the more you forgot the question in the back of your mind. When you pulled apart, you smiled up at him, but his face was pale. It was like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, something eating away at him that he had to tell you.

“There’s skin inside it. It’s made of skin.”

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