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writtenbymoonflower · 2 months

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how about

and hear me out

room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate

oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered

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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you.

They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.

That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with.

“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.

“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand.

“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius.

“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.

“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.

“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs”

“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar.

“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.”

“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup.

“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug.

“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone.

“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away.

“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive.

You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved.

“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy.

“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy.

“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.

“Do you have work today, love?”

“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up.

“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.

“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced.

“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper.

“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch.

“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest.

“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”

Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak.

“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James.

“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp.

Baby. Baby. Baby.

It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.

#poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders angst #poly marauders #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #james potter #sirius black #marauders era #remus lupin #drabble #fluff #poly!marauders x shy!reader #anon ask #anon request

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2-dsimp · 12 days

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《The smutty hitman chronicles》

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→【The Hacker: Milkies?】

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! throatpie, deep throating, praise, overstimulation, mention of lactation, breeding, and impregnation.

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『Yandere! Hacker that’s always spontaneous in everything he does. Whether it be from wrecking enemy databases or just casually trolling people online to pass the time. His unpredictable nature shines true in any setting he’s in.』

『Yandere! Hacker who’s the definition of an orange cat boyfriend. Always unhinged and in general an overly affectionate bundle of jittery joy when it comes to his loving darling.』

『Yandere! Hacker who loves everything about you from head to toe and is fascinated time and time again by your body anatomy. Reason why he’s got his hands on you 24/7 and due to his boundless obsession and curiosity. As to how you function on a daily basis being so soft and squishy compared to his lithe and hardened form. Regardless, You’re always kept on your toes whenever you’re in close quarters with the clingy fiend.』

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“Yujin, honey, are you alright? You’re spacing out again.”

『You hummed in an amused tone as you looked from beneath your lashes. To see your hacker boyfriend eyeing you with an intense glint in his sharp feline eyes that were up to no good. You jolted slightly when you felt him abruptly shove his hands down your crop top to greedily cup both of your jiggling boobs. Giving them a good hard knead.』

“Yeah, uh huh I’m fine babes it’s just—Wow! Your tits are so heavy and perky! So perfect to suck on…”

『Yujin drawled, dumbly in pure admiration as he went on to pinch and tweak at both of your nipples like they were joysticks. All the while his fleshy tip lightly dragged against your lips and chin smearing precum all over your face. As you were on your knees fondling his hairless balls and jerking off his pulsating shaft.』

“I read somewhere that mentioned how woman could lactate. Is that true? Of so, can you make that happen like right now, pretty please? I really wanna start milking you plus I’m thirsty.”

『He begged needily as he was completely fixated on your enticing mounds. Which had him utterly whipped at the thought of seeing milk dribble out those puffy areolas. That Yujin adored and revered to be the cutest thing of all. All the while he let out a throaty purr from how you started to lavish your wet tongue on his cockhead coaxing his salty sweet pre straight from the tap』

“Jin, listen I’d have to get pregnant in order to lactate. I can’t just do it at will on my own. It doesn't really work that way hon”

『You explained gently from how oblivious the 20 year old lynx hybrid sounded. Remembering how Yujin admitted that he didn’t have any definitive knowledge on the birds in the bees. Since he was raised in a very sheltered environment for most of his upbringing by strict caregivers.』

“Oh really? Well that's an easy fix! I could easily knock you up if that's what it takes baby cakes! All I gotta do is make sure to cram my spunk in every cute little hole you've got right?”

『Yujin chimed with a fanged lopsided grin and before you could even correct him with the right terminology. He suddenly thrusted his hips, forcing his thick cock deep into your mouth with each drawback of his pelvis.』

“Now that I think about it, I guess creaming your lovely throat would be good for starters~ you’d love that huh baby? I can just tell from from the way that sweet pussy is dripping all over the carpet~”

『He cooed lovingly, staring down at you while meanly squeezing your cheeks to get a close up at his dick. That was stretching open those plump lips that he fantasized kissing for all eternity. You were gripping his thighs for life support trying not to choke』

『As Yujin became Hellbent on pumping your throat full of his jizz to help fulfill his agenda. Of turning you into his lovely milk dispenser so that he’d be able to suckle on your swollen breasts. And admire his litter growing inside of your tummy for hours on end whenever he's slaving away in his room full of monitors and PCs.』

“Oh fuck, I think imma cum soon! You’re doing so good for me, so fucking good! just like I knew my pretty girl would. I swear Imma take the best care of you, make sure that my mate never goes in need of anything”

『He babbled, drooling from the tightness of your esophagus closing in on his throbbing meat. In tandem with how you squeezed his family jewels that were bloated with semen ready to make its home inside of you. And It doesn’t take long before Yujin goes completely ridgid tangling his clawed fingers in your scalp to further plant his crotch right against your face.』

『You could only process a deep hiss escaping your lover as your mouth was filled with nothing but his thick warm seed. He held your head in place and forcing you to savor every last drop of his cum that marinated your tastebuds. Yujin whined softly in protest at the thought of pulling away too soon.』

『The Hacker almost didn’t wanna pull out of your heavenly jaws at all but he still had his quota to fill. So with great reluctance he pulled out and look down at you with satisfaction. Brandishing a smile full of childlike chagrin as he sent you clutching for your pearls with his daunting words. Which hinted at the fact that you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.』

“Welp that’s one hole down baby only two more to go~ but this time I’mma fill ya up more than once since I gotta make sure that it all sticks mkay?”

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faeriekit · 9 months

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I feel like you’ll appreciate this flavor of feral brain rot as a true delicacy.

Ghostly Courting 101

1.) When you have someone you like, you politely sneak into their haunt and leave a gift that hints at your identity. If they’re interested, they’ll start hunting for you. If not, it’ll be removed without the other party feeling any societal pressure.

2.) For ghosts who died a violent or wrongful death, one of the most meaningful things you can do is avenge them. Attack their murderer, haunt their negligent doctor, etc. It’s not guaranteed to win their affection, but it’s a hell of a display.

Now, per the laws of unintended consequences, Danny finds Red Hood rearranging his freezer.

It’s 3:00 AM. He just wanted some water. Why is Gotham’s favorite son trying to leave him a fuck off huge casserole?

“Are you trying to propose or something?” Danny asks the liminal.

“Maybe???”

“Ghost weird or fruitloop weird?” Danny snatches his boo-berry ice cream and starts digging for a spoon.

Red Hood takes off his helmet to make sure Danny can see the Eyebrow of Judgment.

“Fruitloop then,” he says between bites. “We haven’t even sparred, and I sure as shit didn’t avenge you or anything.”

Oh. Oh no.

“Hood, why are you blushing?”

He couldn’t make out much from the outraged sputtering, but Danny nearly shat his fucking core out when it clicked.

“Is this about Joker???”

Danny was gonna take the stuttering as a yes.

Cool, cool, cool. He was calm. He was so fucking normal, it was fine, it was fine, it was—

Ancients take him, Danny beat the shit out of this guy’s murderer or something. He basically did a fucking flash mob proposal!

“Why the fuck am I even here?!” Red Hood screamed.

And the other guy’s fucking clueless!

I see, I see.

1: Which casserole. This is important. What casserole could the hindbrain of Jason Peter Todd's ghost instincts think is marriage material?? Is this like a comfort food can-of-cream-of-mushroom based casserole dish or like one of those newfangled sushi bake type things?? What did Jason whip out to prove he's marriage material??

2: What does JASON think is going on?? Did he hunt Danny down?? Did he just wake up in a stranger's apartment with a casserole in his hand?? Did he go to the grocery store with a list in mind or did he get home and realize he (for some reason) had every ingredient to make tuna casserole??

3: Wait. So does this mean that Jason thinks that casseroles are a good enough hint at his identity??? Does some part of Jason think that his most essential and core part of his identity is his tendency towards caretaking?? YO—

4: It's in a vintage pyrex. Look me in the eyes. This is not just Pyrex it's gotta be the old style pyrex that doesn't shatter in the oven without a pan underneath it. I am a connoisseur of white people culture and this is deeply important to me. It could even be one of the patterned ones. This is part of the gesture.

5: Danny is emotionally moved and it sucks considering that this was a complete accident

6: Jason is emotionally moved and has no idea what the fuck is going on. He wakes up at his safehouse one morning with bridal magazines in his hands which he apparently bought himself?? He's going insane. Is he cursed?? Did that twink who kicked the Joker's ass curse him??????? Curse him into...matrimony???????????????????

#dp x dc #death something. what's their ship name.#double death(tm)#dpxdc #dcu crossover #faer winds #the white people culture is intricate i just know it 😭#dcxdp #dead on main

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boygirlswag · 2 years

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the only post im gonna make on 9/11 is my friends bday post :) shes turning 18

#petes corner store #i gotta order the cakes tomorrow. & her bf is allergic to eggs so at least one of ems gotta be vegan #or i can make my own.... a whip cream cake... hm yeah! wow making posts rules. i can just type in the tags and my dilemmas are solved #then ill order the lime whip cake and an apple pie & the eggless one can be chocolate cream. thatd be good.#& then i still gotta order her present these cute pink heart sunglasses i think shell love em #& i also already bought most of the presents for the people who pooled money together to buy stuff which is good and great #and shes gonna get piss drunk. and this year i WILL be at the party to make sure no one shits their pants. so everythings coming up swell!

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sageandravens · 10 months

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Patience

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

Warnings: none! Fluff?

A/N:: This is my very first fic ever, please be nice. I’m fighting off anxiety and insomnia. So this is my attempt to make my brain tired. I also have work in 4 hours. 😭

Word count: 1784

Summary: Bucky notices that something is wrong with his sunshine. He makes it better.

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You groaned as your alarm went off, you were tempted to slam your hand on the snooze button to give yourself just ten more minutes of blissful slumber, or even to call out of work saying that you were unwell. You groaned once again, reminding yourself that you were never one to call out sick or not. Unease began to fill your mind as you stared at your ceiling. The thought of walking into work today with your usual sunshine personality and bright smile seemed like it was going to be a chore today. You sighed, heaving yourself out of bed and straight to your bathroom where you prepared yourself for the day.

“Please be a good day…” you whispered to yourself as you walked through your bedroom door.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed as they followed you through the compound’s kitchen. Taking in every movement of your body as you moved around gathering everything you needed for your morning coffee that Bucky liked to refer to as your ‘cup of diabetes.’

Your good morning to him as you entered seemed off to him, your tone was bright but didn’t really carry that enthusiasm it usually did. Your personality was something that took Bucky a while to get used to, something that was completely opposite of his own. He was cold, rough around the edges, and quiet with a seemingly permanent frown etched onto his face. To him, you were a walking ball of sunshine, all warmth and softness with the ability to out-talk Stark. You were an enigma to him, a highly trained agent with a personality that depicted sunshine and rainbows. Bucky continued to watch as you continued to make your overly sweet coffee concoction, wincing at the sound of whipped cream being dispensed.

At the compound you and Bucky have become quite the unlikely pair. You two always found yourselves next to each other whether it was just being in each other's company while you read and he watched a TV series or movie that Sam had recommended to him. Or, both of you were in the kitchen making dinner while you held a one sided conversation with him, answering his grunts and nods with full blown sentences with enough enthusiasm for the both of them. He knew your body language better than you knew your own, so when he spied your slightly hunched shoulders and head tilted just slightly he knew that something was wrong.

And he was going to find out.

He was going to bring his sunshine back to her full brightness.

Bucky straightened in his seat as he placed his own mug of black coffee on the counter and leveled his stare on your face. You could feel the heat of his stare on you as you continued to add caramel syrup to your iced coffee. You tried to ignore his stare, just wanting to continue on with your day, but you knew he would just stare until you talked to him.

“Is there something you need, Buck?” You gave him a smile that was hopefully convincing.

“Something’s wrong with you.” He stated.

“There’s nothing wrong with the amount of sugar in my coffee.” You deflected. You took a healthy sip of your iced coffee, humming at the satisfying sweetness.

“I’m not talking about your diabetes in a cup, sweets.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“There’s nothing wrong, Bucky. I gotta go, have to catch up on some reports from our last mission.” Before Bucky could argue back, you turned on your heel and marched out of the kitchen entrance.

You sighed, you didn’t want to burden Bucky with something so trivial, something that shouldn’t even bother you as it was just petty drama.

A couple days ago, you had overheard a couple of lower ranking agents gossiping in one of the break rooms. You always considered yourself to be at the very bottom of the list of people to gossip about, seeing as you're always polite and happily greeting all of your coworkers, even the ones you didn’t know that well. Always willing to help where it was needed when not in the field. So hearing your name come out of one of their mouths was a shock to you.

“Annoyingly happy.” And “doesn’t shut up.” Were the nicer comments that the two gossiping agents whispered to each other.

You had made it to your office in time to avoid the gossiping queens before the could start their whispering once again. Sitting at your desk you brushed your hand through your hair as you let out a heavy sigh and then chuckled to yourself. You couldn't believe you were letting what two gossipers were saying get to you.

“I work directly with the Avengers for God sakes! Toughen up girl.” You squared your shoulders, open your laptop and begin to work on finishing your reports in the peace of your quiet office.

Bucky waited a couple of hours after you had left the kitchen to make his way down to the compounds entrance, giving you a break from his slight interrogation that morning. Bucky knew something was bothering you and he didn’t like it. It surprised him how much he didn’t like not seeing the genuine happiness exude from your body. He didn’t like that your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes making your laugh lines appear. Determination spread across his face as he exited the facility with a goal in mind.

An hour later Bucky had come back to the compound his hands full with take out from your favorite restaurant and your favorite drink from the cafe you go to every Sunday. He got closer to your office door ignoring the agents all around the hallway as he knocked and waited for your invitation.

The knock on your office door startled you out of your intense concentration of your work. Looking up you see Bucky’s familiar mop of brown hair through the blinds and quickly called him in.

“I figured I would bring you lunch since you seemed off today.” He said as he placed the take out bag and coffees on your desk. You looked through the take out and spied your favorite drink and grinned, looking up at Bucky you noticed the corner of his lips turned upwards. It wasn’t a full blown smile but it was enough for your grin turn bigger. Bucky smiling however small was one of your favorite things, his smile never failed to make you grin like an idiot.

“Thank you! I see you remembered my favorites!” You happily took a sip of your coffee groaning in pleasure at the taste.

“Have lunch with me?” Bucky nodded as he sat across from you and pulled out his own meal.

This was the best lunch you ever had in your opinion, Bucky had remembered your favorites and he even engaged in more conversation with you than normal. Your sour mood from this morning was dissipating by the minute as Bucky had told you some stories of he and Steve in the forties.

Bucky had mentally patted himself on the back, your body language was relaxed and your laugh lines appeared back on your face. Bucky was pleased to see that your natural happy glow was returning.

He was in the middle of telling a particular funny about Steve from their school days when he heard a scoff outside your office door.

“How can he stand her for that long? I can’t even handle being in her presence for more than five minutes.” He overheard.

“He must have the patience of a saint, especially when they go on missions together. He’s a quiet guy, wouldn’t be surprised if she talks for him.” Another voice had said.

“God, I’d jump out of the quinjet mid flight if I was on a mission with her. All that incessant talking all the time, and that happy go lucky attitude. I’d request a transfer.”

Bucky watched as the glow he just put back into you begin to recede again. Your head down your eyes refusing to meet his as you pushed your food around with your fork. Your shoulders were slumped again and it made Bucky seethe with anger. Bucky growled as he stood up from his chair and stormed out of your office.

At the sound of Bucky standing, your head shot up, watching with wide eyes as he made a bee-line towards the two gossiping agents. The sight of an angry Bucky on your behalf had you quickly following him out of your office.

“Bucky, don’-“ you start but Bucky’s voice cuts you off.

“You know, I do have a lot of patience. I have enough patience to wait for a target for hours or even days on end. I even have the patience to put up with Sam in a quinjet for hours on end while he calls me cyborg or Tin-man.” Bucky said as he approached the two agents. His glare paralyzing them as their eyes widen in shock from being overheard. You watched on from your office door as the women cowered from his dominating presence, his ire radiating from his stare.

“But, what I don’t have patience for,” he continued purposefully intimidating the agents before him. “Is when my girl is upset because, two low ranking agents are jealous of all the accomplishments she has achieved in her work. Jealous of how amazing, how pure and kind her heart is, and her ability to make anyone smile, even someone like me.”

Your mouth opened in shock at all that Bucky has said defending you. You never knew that was what he thought of you. You knew that he had thought of you as his friend and partner in missions but, he was never one to compliment people. It just wasn’t part of his grumpy personality, to hear him say all that including calling you his girl had warmth spreading through your chest.

“So I suggest, you find some other topics to talk about from now on before I really lose my patience.” Bucky gave one more intimidating stare at the two women before he turned around to go back to your office, he paused at the look of wonder on your face.

“What?” He huffed crossing his arms.

“Thank you,” you said placing your hand on his arm as you looked at him gratefully.

“It’s no problem,” Bucky replied as he walked back into your office. You followed behind him with a giddy smile on your face. Moving around him to continue on with your lunch you looked in his blue eyes with a smirk.

“So….I’m your girl?”

Bucky groaned as a flush came to his cheeks.

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A/N:: I hope you enjoyed this! I hope to continue to write more for you all.

#bucky x y/n #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #winter soldier

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thebowieconstricker · 1 month

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Sweet Mornings

Lucifer Morningstar x reader oneshot

Request: Them cooking together and it ending in either him cuddling her so much that they forget about the food and it burns, or baking and that ends in a food fight and kisses. Bonus points, if it burns down the Hotels kitchen and Charlie freaks out.

Okay so this is the CUTEST FREAKING THING EVER??? Love this request sm sorry it took a million years whoops lol enjoy

Tags: Literally just pure fluff, pancakes, kinda language, whipped-cream-related violence, gender neutral reader

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Warm, soft mornings in bed with your beloved partner were becoming more common ever since you and Lucifer had become a couple. Not only was he excellent at cuddles, but his wings made the most delightful blankets to fall asleep under. On this particular morning, you were slowly waking up, and the first thing you noticed was the gentle grip Lucifer had on your form, clinging to your waist even in his sleep. You glanced at the clock to your right as you laid on your back and softly giggled. It was 3:00 in the morning, aka the “devil’s hour”, as some called it, and here he was, asleep in your shared bed. You shifted a bit to stretch and Lucifer made a small noise.

“I’m just moving a bit.” You whispered, bringing up a hand to brush through his blonde locks.

“Mmm, nah, just stay here.” He reached his arm back over your stomach and grabbed your hip, pulling you against his side.

You smiled affectionately, and while you looked at his quite literally angelic face, you thought of an idea.

“Hey, Luci… you wanna make pancakes?”

His eyes sprang open and his eyebrows shot up. A wide grin broke out on his face and quicker than you could blink, he had pulled both you and himself up and off the bed. With a snap of his fingers, the two of you were dressed in comfortable robes with silly slippers. He wore a bright yellow pair with duck faces, because of course he did. Your slippers were of your favorite animal, which was one of the many gifts Lucifer had given you.

With a wave of his hand, Lucifer had magically transported the two of you to the kitchen downstairs. It was a rather large kitchen, plenty of shelves and cabinets stocked with ingredients. You adjusted your robe and began to move towards one of the cupboards when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your torso. Following close behind was the warm face of your lover, nuzzling into the back of your neck.

“Honey, we can’t cuddle and make pancakes.” You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. You could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied, “Who says we can’t?”

He snapped once more and suddenly, all of your necessary materials and ingredients appeared on the kitchen island.

“There ya go, now you’ve just gotta stand there.”

You laughed and shuffled to the island.

You quickly realized that this was going to be far more difficult than you originally anticipated. For some reason, Lucifer was determined to make the simple activity of pancake-making as tedious as possible for you. When you measured the flour, he insisted that you had poured too much, leading you to re-measure six times. The eggs that you cracked always had a bit of shell in them, and instead of helping, Lucifer would just magic you more. “I’ll keep my arms right here, thank you.” He said from behind you. He did, however, beg you to add more sugar. You finally had to put your foot down after the 3rd empty bag. Why did you trust his horrible advice? No one knows, but according to legend, he apparently knows what he’s doing when it comes to pancakes.

After you had finally created some kind of batter, you struggled over to the oven with Lucifer’s arms still around you. You carefully poured the mixtures onto the skillet after putting the eye on the ‘high’ setting, and with the warm, sweet smells from the food and the demon snuggling your back, you were starting to get pretty sleepy.

That’s when you noticed it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw that Lucifer had magicked some whipped cream in a can. Obviously, for the purpose of a topping, but you had other plans. You were sure that Lucifer’s eyes were closed behind you (you had even heard him snore a couple of times). Stealthily, you reached for the whipped cream and uncapped the can. You shook it and poured a bit into your mouth, just for fun. Then, you made your real move. You sprayed a good amount on your hand and put the can down.

“Hey, Luci, is it brown enough?” You asked innocently.

“Hmm..? I uh-“ He rubbed his eyes behind you and leaned over your shoulder to take a look at your pancake. “Yeah, you should probably flip-“

You swung your hand around and threw the whipped cream so it landed squarely on his face.

“AH-“

Lucifer’s arms eat go from your waist as he stumbled backwards in shock. His arms reached for his face to feel the whipped cream. Realizing what it was, he smiled wickedly as a forked licked the sweets off his hand.

“Oh, you have no idea who you just fucked.”

You doubled over as you cried with laughter at the sight of him, and laughed even more at that statement.

“It’s- it’s fucked with, Luci-“

Suddenly, whipped cream had landed on your face, splattering on your robe. You heard his musical laughter in front of you and, just like that, it was on.

Lucifer had summoned cans and cans of whipped cream on either of your sides and the two of you ducked behind and hopped over the kitchen island, throwing whipped cream at each other and throwing any other food you could find in the kitchen. You found a sleeve of graham crackers and started chucking those at some point while Lucifer grabbed some of his fire breathing ducks to melt the sugary ammo before it hit him. You took one of your shoes off and began chasing him with it, half laughing and half threatening him, when he finally, finally, held up a white napkin, and called, “I surrender!”

You kept laughing as you tackled him in a hug, the two of you falling to the ground.

“I’m sorry, Luci, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You playfully said to him.

“Hurt? I’m offended you think I could even get hurt-“

“Then why’d you surrender?”

His arms snaked around your waist once again and he smirked.

“I guess I missed ya.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him swiftly, the two of you too wrapped up in each other to care about the hectic state of the kitchen. Your hand went to his hair and carefully caressed it, trying to tidying it a bit. When you finally broke away, he looked at you breathlessly.

“Don’t get so excited there, you just had some whipped cream on your face.” You said to him, smiling.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and another can appeared in his hand, spraying some on his lips without missing a beat.

“You dork.” You said, and kissed him again.

Then, suddenly, a voice from across the room.

“OH MY GOSH GUYS THERE’S A FIRE VAGGIE GET THE EXTINGUISHER-“

So, the two of you may have forgotten about the pancakes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader

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slvttyplum · 6 months

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ who i think the freakiest is among the jjk men.

i lowkey feel like i’m missing some people

in FIRST PLACE: Toji

- i just know that man makes you do the nastiest shit!

- “spread your legs and let me watch.”

- makes you do tricks on the dick

- he’s a sadist for sure and won’t deny it

- slutty ass pervert actually

- y’all saw how he catch that fish in his mouth???

- SLUT!!

- i can’t even think of all the freaky shit he’s into.

- going to tie you up and use you (with consent of course)

in SECOND PLACE: Suguru

- y’all listen LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN

- this man is a secret pervert

- y’all gotta see the vision

- he’s a vile nasty man when it comes to his sex life

- he’s going to have you bent all over the place

- possibly in front of people

- WHO KNOWS WHO KNOWS (me i know)

- i know this man’s tea!!

- i know this motherfucker is into roleplay

- he’s going to fuck you, take a break, fuck you again, maybe fuck you upside down

- yeah!!

in THIRD PLACE: Nanami

- ugh! this man knows how to get down

- he don’t play

- will have you walking side to side no ariana

- he is in you every other night

- he is elated when he gets go home early

- TO BEAT IT DOWN

- this man knows you in and out like the back of his hands… very big rough man hands

- i feel like he’s into eating sweet food off you

- slap some whip cream on your stomach and he gets to WORK

- he gets down; he don’t play

in FOURTH PLACE: Satoru

- DONT START DONT START LISTEN LISTEN

- he likes you doing the work

- i don’t see him as a fucker, but the dick is good

- he has a few techniques but not a lot to where he’s the freakiest

- he likes watching YOU do stuff

- but not in a lazy way, in an admiring way you know?

- if anything i see him getting fucked

- he’s just a laid back guy when it comes to sex and i respect that

in FIFTH PLACE: Choso

- i see him being freaky to a certain extent but not up there you know?

- he’s more of a hush hush person

- not too open with his kinks and play

- i don’t even think he knows what he really likes

- he’s exploring and that’s fine

- i just don’t see him being a FREAK FREAK

- like he’ll fuck you good

- rough you up here and there but nah

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pixelated-pogues · 1 year

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Shaved Confessions (j.m)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: An innocent moment of watching JJ shave turns into a little more.

Warnings: Fluff, slight suggestive content

Word Count: 1.6k

Gif creds: @cherryusa

“JJ,” I call, entering the Chateau without knocking first. John B always gave me shit for drumming my knuckles against the front door before entering his house, so I’ve finally broken the habit.

“You’re at my house more than you’re at your own, Y/n, it’s really not necessary to knock. Just come on in and let your presence be known,” he’d chuckled one day after answering the door to find me shyly twiddling my thumbs.

“In here,” he responds from the bathroom, leading me towards his voice. I find him hunched over the sink with his toothbrush hanging half out of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his fingers over the stubble on his chin. His hair is damp and disheveled, the towel wrapped haphazardly around his neck indicating that he’d just gotten out of the shower. “You like what you see?” My eyes lock onto his boyish grin for a split second before rolling back into my head.

“Just surprised by the fact that you actually shower. I always assumed you thought a dip in the ocean did the trick,” I quip back, shrieking when his towel whips against my bare thigh in retaliation.

“Oh shut up,” he smiles, throwing the towel back over his shoulders before spitting the toothpaste into the sink so he can rinse his mouth out. “That accusation holds no weight when you’re always telling me that I smell good.”

“Touché,” I hum, pushing past him to sit on the toilet. He gives me the side eye, ensuring that I catch the wink he sends my way before rummaging through the drawers to find his shaving cream. “Damn, you got a hot date tonight that I’m crashing by being here?”

“Bold of you to assume that you’re crashing my date instead of being it,” his eyebrows raise for a brief moment before he returns his focus to smearing shaving cream across his jawline. A sarcastic laugh falls from my lips, but the awkward cough that follows kills it’s credibility. JJ’s lips twitch knowingly, but he doesn’t say anything, instead he drags his razor across the left side of his jaw, ridding it of the stubble.

“That seems like a satisfying process,” I hum after roughly thirty seconds of comfortable silence.

“It is,” he agrees, turning the faucet on to clean cream off the razor. He moves to continue shaving before his movements pause. JJ straightens up, angling himself towards me, “You want to try it?” The question takes me off guard, my cheeks burning under his curious gaze. I opt for nodding rather than trusting my voice, standing from my position on the toilet to meet him at the sink.

“Sure,” I shrug, taking the razor from his hand. “The angle’s going to be a little awkward though.” JJ nods in agreement before hooking his hands around my waist to hoist me onto the counter in front of him. “You’ve gotta give a girl a heads up before man handling her, J,” I giggle, steadying myself with his shoulders.

“Noted, ma’am,” he comments, his own laugh mixing with mine before he situates himself between my legs. “Better, though?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, gesturing for him to look to one side so that I can focus on the task at hand. I gently hook one hand behind his neck to keep my grip steady, unintentionally sucking in a breath before carefully continuing the job. We stand in silence for awhile, JJ’s fingers mindlessly drawing shapes on my legs attempt to steal my focus but I reel my thoughts in rather than allowing them to make something out of such a small gesture.

“You look really cute when you’re focused like this,” JJ points out, just before I’m finished with the last section of his face. My eyebrows crinkle together at his words, a slight scoff escaping my throat while I rinse the razor one last time.

“I do not,” I huff, steadying my free hand against his neck again, my thumb resting right again his jaw. His adam’s apple slowly bobs at the touch, his tongue swiping across his lips before they curve into another smile.

“Yes you do,” he whispers, just as I finish up. I roll my eyes at him, moving to remove my hand from his neck but he halts my movements with his own, catch my hand with his to keep it in place against his skin. “In fact, you always look really cute. God, how’d I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“JJ, what the hell are you saying,” I murmur, unable to fight the blush erupting across my cheeks. He’s always unapologetically flirted with me but it’s always been in a joking manner. The tone in his voice makes me believe that this time is different. “You sound love sick.” My voice wavers at my own words, disbelief evident as they rolled off my tongue. His eyes search mine for a moment, clearly an act of contemplating if he wanted to say what he was thinking while I remain frozen in place.

“Maybe I am,” he admits so easily, no hint of laughter evident in his words. I never thought he could be so focused on me before, his eyes seemingly swimming over every aspect of my face as an attempt to gauge the effect his words have on me.

“Don’t play with me,” I sigh, discarding the dirty razor into the sink. My voice low and unsteady. I’ve always wondered and desired for his attention to be on me in this way, to solely have his undivided attention as more than just his best friend, but now that this reality is unraveling in front of me, I can’t help but feel as though he’s joking around and tooling with my emotions. “I don’t think this is funny.”

“I don’t either,” he murmurs, casually catching my loose strands of hair with his fingers so that he can hook them behind my ear. His hand reminds in that position, his palm gently resting against my cheek as his eyes focus solely on mine. “Who said anything about playing? I’m being dead serious.” Another sigh rolls off my tongue, but I can’t keep myself from leaning into his palm, my eyes closing at the effortlessly comfort that his touch brings. “God, you’re so beautiful, Y/n.”

Now my eyes are snapping open with his admission, my head lifting to lock with his gaze long enough to assure myself that he’s being genuine. “JJ,” I begin, but immediately close my mouth when he shushes me, clearly not finished.

“God,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across my jaw. “I’ve been in love with you for so damn long that it physically hurt me to keep it to myself anymore. I know we’re best friends, but I’ve always felt like we’ve been more than that beneath the surface. I just didn’t want to say anything in case I was wrong, but I couldn’t go another second without telling you the truth.” He pauses for a second, sucking in a sharp breath as he’s met with silence. “Please say something,” he breathes, both hands finding a home on either side of my face. My eyes flutter closed while I intentionally take a moment to cherish the feeling bubbling in my chest right now. “Tell me I’m not the only one that feels this way.”

“Kiss me,” I whisper, internally jolting as the words slip off my tongue before I can catch them.

“What?” he chokes out, his grip on my face tightening in the slightest so that I’ll look at him. My eyes flutter open to meet his gaze once again.

I lean forward in the slightest, just enough to where our noses nearly graze one another. “Kiss me,” I command gently, my heart skipping a beat when I catch his endearing expression just before he leans in, breaking the space between us to cement the truth that both of our heart have been living in denial about for ages. That we’re two best friends who were always destined to fall in love.

I gasp the moment our lips collide, my hands instinctively pulling him flush against my body while he takes the opportunity to fight for dominance, winning almost instantly. My fingers tangle themselves in his hair as he trails his lips down to my neck, the unexpected contact earning a breathy moan from me. He reattaches his lips to mine immediately following the noise, quickly hooking his arms under my thighs to hoist me into his embrace again, not breaking contact as he effortlessly carrie’s me to his bedroom and closes the door, pinning my body against it as his fingers swiftly twist the lock. He presses me into the faux wood of the door, slightly grinding his hips into mine with a husky groan.

“JJ,” I murmur breathlessly as he makes his way back down to my neck, his kisses growing more desperate with every passing second. “Hey,” I stop him, hooking a finger under his chin to force his attention onto me. “I’m all yours if you mean everything you said. I’ll let you prove it to me unless you’re gonna go changing your mind tomorrow.”

“Wouldn’t take any of this back if my life depended on it,” he mumbles, before turning around and dropping me onto the soft covers of his bed. “Count this as proof, you’re tied to me forever.”

I blink up at him, blindly shuffling backward toward the headboard with a daring smile dancing on my lips. “Oh, I’m tied to you forever?” I pause, deepening the intense stare I’ve locked onto him while nibbling at my lip. Sparing him a slow, unquestionably seductive, once over before meeting his eyes again, I muster a taunting smile. “Why don’t you prove it?”

The expression on his face twists into something more feral, an exasperated groan bubbling from his chest as he launches himself on top of me, earning a surprised squeal in response.

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A/n: I’m currently dusting off some of my drafts in celebration of season fours oncoming release, when reading this one, I simply had to finish and share it with anyone willing to give it a read.

Tag list: @thelocalpogue @maaybanks @drewstarkey @ssjiara @bluebirdsbluebells @spilledtee @maebanks @poguemackin @tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar @outerbongs @ilovejjmaybank @marvel-writer @astrydis @hijohnd @pogueslandia @scenesofobx

#outer banks #outer banks season four #outer banks fics #outer banks blurbs #outer banks imagines #obx #obx fics #obx blurbs #obx imagines #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #maybank x reader #maybank #jj maybank obx #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank fics #jj maybank blurbs #jj maybank imagines

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sideeve · 9 months

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can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza

U LUV ME | with 42!miles

— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ? i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭 ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever

“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.

“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.

you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”

you turn your head, looking at the clock.

it read 9:45.

shittt.

“get out so i can get dressed.”

*time skip*

you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”

you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.

“i miss you.”

“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.

“i want—”

“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”

“you.”

you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”

after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.

*time skip to the next day*

the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.

your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.

until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.

[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?

[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.

i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.

answer me hoe😡

you quickly unlock your phone,

“tf r u talking abt?”

he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it

your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.

this motherfucker is really delusional.

“we never got back together. tf is he on?”

you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.

you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”

you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not understand? we ain’t together. end of story.”

he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.

“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“i’m yours.”

you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.

“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.

“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales #prowler miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #atsv #atsv x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fanfiction

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gardengirl222 · 9 days

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husband!rafe and your kids attempt to prepare you a mother's day surprise! 💐

rafe sets down your daughter so she's sitting on the table after helping her put up some pastel ribbons, hearts and banners for decoration so he can walk over and check on the pancakes your son was in charge of.

"hey bud, those pancakes are lookin' a little...come on dude" he looms over the boy and put his hand on top of the little backwards baseball cap over your sons head.

"it's supposed to be mickey mouse!"

"well it looks like a sad bear...think mom will think they're cute?" rafe makes a face and turns his head to see more of the "sad bears" already on a plate.

"what do i know!?" your son shrugs and drops a few more chocolate chips onto the cooking pancake.

"ehh s'alright we'll just cover'em in syrup, whipped cream or something" rafe reasons with himself when your son arm swings back after trying to flip like a chef, ironically the most decent looking pancake flies to the opposite wall and splat! its ruined.

"aw man!" your son whines and rafe gasps dramatically. "careful!! jesus!!" he rushes over to clean the mess on the wall when your daughter screams and points to the oven. both rafe and your son's heads turn quickly to where she's pointing. "what? what's wrong baby?" rafe asks all panicked.

"dad! the oven!" your son backs away from the pancakes as the oven pours out black smoke, the french toast on fire. "what is that!?" your son furrows his eyebrows and runs to open a window. "its the french toast- or it was." rafe's face hardens in concentration, hoping the fire alarm wouldn't go off and wake you up, he grabs a towel to start to "put out the fire" or "cool it down" but that just makes the fire worse causing the alarm to ring. your daughters hands fly to cover her ears as she sits there watching, your son grabs the water in the glass jar on the table and hands it to rafe who splashes it on the flaming french toast.

"what's going on!?" you walk into the kitchen in you nightgown, picking up your daughter and holding her on your hip. the alarm still ringing, you turn your head to see your son stood on a chair trying to get the smoke away from the alarm to get it to stop. "go back to bed mama! everything's fine!" rafe shouts over the ringing and closes the oven quickly, he takes your daughter into his arms so he can shoo you away.

"kay guys, what do'we got?" rafe sighs after sorta cleaning up the mess and sits on the table with his kids. "we've still got the pancakes." your son points to the now broken plate with ruined pancakes due to the commotion earlier.

"uh nah bud, we've gotta scrap that."

"i have bubblegum grampa gave me for easter!" you daughter lights up as she offers. "no princess, you keep your bubblegum, we'll think of something else." rafe smile and smooths his hand over her messy baby hairs.

"well there's vanilla ice cream in the freezer and at least a few chip's ahoys in pink jar." you son's eyebrows shoot up at the realization. "and strawberry wafers above the fridge." the boy points to where the wafers where supposed to be hidden.

"right, that works..." rafe smiles and picks up your baby girl to place on his hip and give a bunch of kisses to.

"oh my goodness! whats this!" you smile brightly sitting in your bed, pausing the movie you were watching as you see your little family come through the door, your daughter runs up to your side and hands you a card she made with glitter and lace. "thank you baby this is very sweet." you place the card against your heart momentarily, rafe walks up and places a silver tray on your lap with little scoops of ice cream, wafers and cookies. "happy mothers day mama" rafe smiles, quite proud of the little breakfast they managed to come up with last minute.

"thank you baby" you continue to smile, reaching your hand out to place on rafe's cheek as he bends down to give you a kiss. "there's more ice cream if you want s'more after, happy mother's day!" your son says smiling showing all his teeth and handing you a bouquet of casablanca lilies and a few of his baseball cards that he considers presents, you giggle and reach over to embrace him as well.

"s'very nice of you guys, so many beautiful mother's day presents!" you tell your kids.

"its not over yet, i've got s'more gifts for you in the living room." rafe grins and hands you a spoon for the ice cream. "i love you do you know that?" he asks and you nod.

"i do, and i love you, all of you guys very much. what happened in the kitchen earlier? everything okay?"

"i just wanna say again, i love you so very much." rafe smiles innocently ❤️

i wanna marry himmm

#gardengirl222 #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe cameron thoughts #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #gardengirl'sobx!⋆₊ ⊹#lenepilar'sobx!⋆₊ ⊹#dad!rafe #husband!rafe #dad!rafe cameron

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hazelnutsforellie · 1 year

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STRAWBERRIES & CREAM | E. WILLIAMS ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

PAIRING— farm!ellie williams x fem!reader

SUMMARY— what's better than breakfast in bed? ellie might have an idea...

WARNINGS— smut [18+], language, fluff, established relationship, ellie cooking for you, switch!ellie, switch!reader, fingering (r rec), oral sex (e rec), pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.), overstim, praise, hair pulling, dirty talk, etc.

WC— 4.2k

AUTHOR'S NOTE— switch!ellie was not supposed to make an appearance but i couldn't help myself halfway through lmao. special ty to jen & bindi for helping me finish this xx

MDNI | MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Light humming sounds pulled you from your groggy daydream as you made your way out of your bedroom, causing you to pay more attention to where the sound was coming from.

A gentle smile tugged the corners of your lips as the sweet smell of freshly griddled pancakes evaded your senses. The wooden floorboards noisily creaked beneath your feet, though they could not overpower the frying noises from the kitchen.

You groggily wiped your eyes, surprised that you did not wake up when your girlfriend left your shared bed, leaving you tucked into the cozy comforters. She had managed to carefully creep out of the bedroom in an attempt to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but the smell woke you before she could complete it.

Ellie cooking for you wasn't a daily occurrence, though it wasn’t rare either. Since Ellie was frequently busy with outdoor work, or other crafts, you had taken on the cooking role. Because of this, Ellie often feels guilty and takes it upon herself to cook for you, despite you having no problem with it. You often teach each other tips and tricks that you've learned from others and various cookbooks when you would cook together, and Ellie would make sure to pay attention every single time.

The hums grew louder as you made your way through the dining room, toward the kitchen. Your shadow pierced through the rays of sunlight pushing through the various windows of your farmhouse, the early morning sun soaking into the wooden floorboards.

As you got closer to the kitchen, you glanced through the window above the sink and noticed that Ellie had already herded the sheep into the barn, the empty grass blowing freely along with the wind.

Upon fully turning the corner, you spotted Ellie rummaging through the cabinets above the counter, clearly searching for something in particular. Her eyes were franticly darting from side to side, her sleeves being rolled up just past her forearm. Her toned arm flexed as she reached into the cabinet while she held a kitchen towel in her left hand, bottles and glasses clinking together as she searched. She looked as if she'd already showered, and had managed to get dressed without you waking up.

"No syrup? You gotta be fucking me right now," Ellie uttered to herself in annoyance before sighing in defeat, closing the wooden pantry doors shut. She flung the hand towel over her right shoulder and made her way toward the fridge, pulling the door open to search for a replacement.

Upon reaching into the fridge, she pulled out a bowl of strawberries that you had picked up from Jackson not too long ago. They were already washed and cut, bringing a smile to Ellie's lips. She then placed the bowl on the counter before pulling out a sauce pan, placing it on the stove beside the pan full of pancake batter.

“Ellie?” you murmured, lightly groaning from your aching muscles. Your life was in the best position it could be, retired on a farm with your long-term girlfriend, along with your animals. Living with your girlfriend had its perks, many perks. Day and night. Your sex drive was just as bad as Ellie’s, and the amount of free time that you have doesn’t help. Because of this, you often woke up with tender muscles.

You heard a faint gasp in response, seeming to catch Ellie off guard. Her head whipped in your direction as she continued to drop the chopped strawberries into the sauce pan on the stove, her eyes glistening in excitement to see you despite her surprise being tainted.

“G’morning, babe,” Ellie replied with a gentle smile, enough to crinkle the skin of her eyelids. You stepped toward her as she simultaneously turned toward you, her hands finding your waist the closer you got. "Sleep well?"

“Mhm, I could smell it. Couldn't wait any longer,” you said, nodding toward the food with a smile while you wrapped your arms around the back of her neck, leaning up to meet her lips in a chaste kiss before she placed another on your forehead. She turned toward the stove to tend to the pancakes, you arms finding their way around her waist from behind. You leaned into her, smelling her scent that made your stomach do somersaults as you nuzzled your cheek on the back of her brown button up.

“Well, can we still eat it in bed? I really want to eat it in bed,” Ellie repeated as she slightly twisted her neck to see you, not wanting her plan to go completely to waste. You weren't sure why Ellie saw a point in getting dressed, but then again, she did go outside and do her morning tasks.

You nodded against her back, soaking in her warmth, causing Ellie to smile to herself. She enjoyed the feeling of your arms wrapped around her form like you were nearly holding onto her. She loved how affectionate you were, constantly craving your touch.

You heard the faint plop of each pancake as Ellie flipped them, followed by the sizzling of the butter, insinuating that they were nearly finished. You shifted along with Ellie as she stepped over to work on the strawberry topping, watching her break the fruit apart with a wooden spoon inside the pot.

"Is there anything I can help with?" you asked as you released your grip around her waist, even though you already knew the answer.

"No, just relax," Ellie waved you off, making you chuckle as you made your way out of the kitchen, to the bathroom to brush your teeth and fix yourself. Even though you were about to get right back in bed, you didn't want to feel gross.

When you finished, you could hear faint sounds of tweeting birds and Ellie's mumbling as you made your way back to the kitchen. As expected, you spotted Ellie at the stove with the kitchen towel remaining draped over her right shoulder, still stirring the strawberries in the sauce pot. They were finally turning out how she wanted, bringing a smile to her lips.

When you walked in the first time, you didn't notice that the counter beside the stove was littered with cooking materials and ingredients, assuming that you were too tired to regard it.

“You wanna head out to Jackson later?" you offered with a tilt of your head, merely suggesting it. You didn't need anything in particular, but you didn't want her feeling cooped up after staying home for a few days. Ellie enjoyed farm life- the quiet, the peace. Not to say Jackson wasn't peaceful, but for Ellie, there was a significant difference. "Or, we could just... entertain ourselves. That's always fun, right?"

You realized that the pancakes were nearly finished, all but one resting on a plate on the counter beside the stove, closest to you. Your light, dirty joke caused a gentle chuckle to erupt from Ellie's throat as she flipped the last pancake onto the plate.

"We'll see how we're feeling after we eat," Ellie finally answered, hiding a smug smile.

Your eyes followed Ellie's movements as she dropped the last pancake onto the plate in front of you. On impulse, and because you were hungry, you reached down to grab the one she dropped, your eyebrows raising in anticipation to taste it.

"No, stop," Ellie said as she softly but quickly smacked your hand away. You looked up at her with a bewildered expression, meeting her sincere eyes before she added, "It's hot."

You playfully rolled your eyes despite a smile remaining on your lips, your hand faltering back to your side. Ellie then dipped her pointer and middle finger into the strawberry sauce before tasting it off her middle finger, softly humming in satisfaction.

"Mm. Here, taste this," she said, offering you her pointer finger to taste it.

"Oh, but that isn't?" you joked in a sarcastic tone about it being hot, making her scoff. She glanced over at the strawberry sauce that continued to softly boil in the pot before looking back at you.

"Shut up," she shot back, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips as she brought her finger closer to your face. "C'mon, it's not."

You quirked an accusing brow at her before reluctantly parting your lips, your eyes falling on her fingertip as it approached your mouth. You willingly accepted it between your lips, sucking it clean as you held eye contact with her, fully aware of how it was going to end. Ellie carefully watched your facial expression, hiding a smirk as you smiled in approval.

The sweet, tangy fruit caused a hum of satisfaction to bubble in your throat, your eyes fluttering closed as Ellie slowly pulled her finger back, feeling the way your lips were firmly wrapped around it as she pulled away.

Something, you weren't sure what, clouded over Ellie's eyes. Her expression barely changed, but you could see the difference in the way she was looking at you. Her eyes seemed darker, colder, hungrier. A touch as simple as your tongue had Ellie's stomach doing somersaults, and suddenly she had completely forgotten why she was in the kitchen in the first place. You could hear the faint click of the stove being turned off, the knob being twisted by Ellie’s other hand.

"Ellie?" you quirked a brow as Ellie's hands suddenly found your waist, pushing you past the stove so she could ease your lower back against the edge of the counter. A smile threatened to tug on your lips as Ellie's head dipped to press rough, sloppy kisses on the gentle skin of your neck. You could hear the shuffling of Ellie’s mess on the counter behind you as she shoved everything to the side, making space for you.

“What?” Ellie innocently shot back with furrowed brows as she pulled away from your neck, her hands finding their way onto the edge of the counter on your sides to corner you, her chest nearly pressing into yours. A smile began to crack her straight face, realizing that she had quite literally done such acts on impulse, her high sex drive spiking at various times.

Fuck, the way she looked at you drove you crazy. It was a look of longing, a constant hunger for all of you.

Truthfully, it made you feel secure. The way she would look at you, you believed her every time she said she loved you. You believed she was in love with you. Sure, you’ve been together long enough to know that, but you could see it.

"Didn't you want to have breakfast in bed?" you raised your brows accusingly, earning a light pft past her lips, causing them to remain slightly agape.

"How d'you expect me to make it there when you do that? Hm?" Ellie defended in a teasing tone, slightly bending backward to make clear eye contact with you. She then let go of the edge of the counter, both of her hands finding their way to your waist, softly trailing down to your hips.

"Do what?" you retorted, acting as if you didn't know what she meant, causing Ellie's grip on your hips to slightly tighten, the simple touch nearly making you fold then and there. Ellie liked when you would talk back, fueling the fire she was desperately feeding off of.

"I jus' made you pancakes and you wanna act like that?" Ellie quirked a brow, her fingers slowly releasing from your hips to slip underneath the waistband of your shorts on your sides. The cold graze of her fingers nearly made you shiver against her, a soft breath falling from your lips. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, baby."

You were fully aware of what you did, you did it on purpose. You loved teasing her, seeing her get worked up, unable to stop touching you. You shrugged, looking up at her through your lashes, as you leaned against the counter, your elbows resting on the solid wood behind you. You were in a tank top with comfy pajama shorts. It was clear that you weren't wearing a bra, your sensitive peaks poking against the thin fabric of your tank.

"Ah, okay," Ellie nodded sarcastically with a calm tone, her fingers slipping underneath your shorts, tugging them down your sides with your panties remaining. "I see what game we're playing."

Ellie's fingers then found their way on the underside of your thighs, hiking them up before lifting you onto the counter. A gasp fell from your lips as Ellie did so, your arms flying around the nape of her neck for stabilization. Even if you wanted to protest, Ellie's movements were swift, but it was clear what you both wanted since you woke up.

Ellie suddenly yanked your thighs against her hips, pulling you toward the edge of the counter, your clothed heat making instant contact with her lower stomach. Her hands slowly trailed up your thighs until they reached the crevices, her thumbs applying pressure to your lower stomach. She loved touching you— every part of you.

Ellie nearly chuckled from how silent you'd become. You felt yourself clench around nothing as you watched Ellie's smug face, her eyes locked on your lower half.

"You got nothin' else to say?" she piped, looking up at you with raised brows as she used her right hand to slowly begin tugging your panties to the side, right near your core. A smile tugged on her lips when you didn't respond, her left hand gently pulling your thighs apart as she slipped the fingers of her other hand underneath your panties. Her cold fingertips grazed your folds, a huff puffing from your chest. Ellie looked up at you with raised brows, taken aback by your eagerness, but not surprised.

Instead of mocking you, Ellie leaned in to capture your lips with hers, instantly dipping her tongue into your mouth. Ellie eased a finger up your slit, collecting your wetness before she pushed in, a soft moan falling from your mouth and into Ellie's for her to swallow.

"Fuck, Ellie," you whined, feeling her ease in a second finger. She was so gentle, knowing how you needed to be touched. She knew your sweet spots, which angles worked best, what your body craved. It always started slow, and you weren't always sure when it would shift, but you weren't foreign to Ellie's need to please you, and her slight aggressiveness. It was hard for Ellie to control herself when it came to pleasing you. You were the same way, though.

"Faster," you whispered against her lips, which made the corner of hers tug into a grin. Ellie began to fasten her pace, but not as much as you'd liked. You reached to grip her hand, to try and force her fingers in faster, but she caught your wrist with her other hand just in time to prevent you from doing so. Ellie released your lips from hers, leaning back as she noticed how soaked your panties were getting the more her fingers plunged in and out of you.

"What do you say, pretty girl?" Ellie purred, tipping her chin up as if she was expecting a response. You huffed, your grip on the edge of the counter tightening, your knuckles turning white as Ellie continued to hold the wrist of your other hand behind your back.

A whine escaped your lips as you rocked your hips forward, craving more friction than she was providing. The ache in your lower half was controlling your movements, desperately wanting to reach that familiar high.

"Ellie—fuck," you nearly groaned, tilting your head back as the pleasure was slowly growing overwhelming. Your thighs flew together as you whimpered a small, "Please."

Ellie slightly frowned as you tilted your head back, no longer able to see your facial expressions or your eyes as clearly. She began to slow her pace even more, releasing your wrist to grip your chin with her thumb and folded index, pulling your face back down to her eye level.

"C'mon, let me see those eyes, baby," Ellie purred, earning your eye contact nearly immediately. She then released her grip on your chin, separating your thighs as she began to fasten her pace to your liking, earning a string of pitiful moans from you as her fingers thrusted into your sopping cunt.

Ellie's lips were slightly agape as she watched you, heavy huffs falling from her lips as she continued a steady pace. You were trying your best to not arch your back, to avoid Ellie punishing you for breaking eye contact.

"How does it feel, pretty girl? Talk to me."

"Feels s'good," you whimpered, your arms shaking as you managed to stabilize yourself on the counter, still sitting up. Ellie's eyes were darting from your face, to your covered tits, to her fingers disappearing inside of you repeatedly. She didn't plan to stop, she didn't want to stop until she was satisfied. "P-please don't stop. Please."

It clearly did not take long for Ellie to have you withering beneath her, begging her to push you to your release.

"I know, baby. You're doing so good," she praised, gently curling her fingers inside you. The action caused a loud moan to rip through your throat, your legs quivering as you tried your best to keep them apart, which did not go unnoticed. "Good girl."

You could feel your muscles begin to freeze, your chest heaving as you felt the coil within your lower stomach grow tighter with each passing second. Ellie noticed the shift in your breathing and the way you tensed, fully aware that you were close to your release.

"Fuck, Ellie, 'm gonna come," you whimpered, your legs beginning to tremble. Ellie began pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses on your lips as she continued to pump her fingers at the same pace. To her best ability, she began to swirl her thumb on your sensitive clit, gradually tipping you over the edge until you completely spilled. "F-fuck!"

Incoherent sounds fell from your lips as your orgasm crashed into you, striking you in the best way as Ellie continued to pump her fingers into you, unable to stop herself so she could listen to the sloppy noises coming from your cunt.

"That's right, baby. Such a good girl," Ellie whispered in your ear before finding a well-known sweet spot on your neck, softly licking the sensitive skin before suckling until your skin was tinted purple. You couldn't control your eyes from rolling back, relishing in the feeling of Ellie's fingers working wonders as well as her tongue on your neck.

The pleasure was quickly growing overwhelming as you came down from your high, Ellie's thumb on your clit continuing to swirl various patterns. You reached out to grab her wrist in a second attempt, successfully halting her movements.

"What are you—" Ellie attempted to speak, but you were off the counter in a flash, your hands landing on Ellie's hips to spin her around, forcing her back against the counter. You both liked to switch often, and Ellie wouldn't admit it, but she preferred to bottom a little more. Not that she didn't love seeing you whimper beneath her, she just loves when you take care of her.

"You think you could do all of this without something in return?" you teased, your hands finding the hem of her jeans to start unbuttoning them, quickly unzipping before peeling them off her hips. Ellie's cheeks began to tint pink, contrasting with her freckles. You were always able to fluster her, have her blushing and bouncing on her heels despite being together for so long. You truly had her wrapped around your finger.

You slipped your fingers beneath the hem of her panties, humming against Ellie's lips as she gasped against yours, feeling your cold fingertips glide between her slit. You couldn't waste time, how could you? One moment she had you shaking and moaning, another moment you had her blushing and tensing beneath you.

Ellie couldn't deny how soaked she'd become after seeing you beg for her touch, whimpering and grabbing for her. You knew she wanted her own release just as much.

"I make you this wet?" you purred, her wetness allowing you to easily slip a finger into her sopping cunt. Ellie sucked in a breath, her mouth falling agape as she held eye contact with you, her doe-eyes nearly making you want to just pull her to your shared bedroom. You didn't have enough patience, though. You wanted her taste her.

"Hm?" you hummed, raising a brow as you pulled your finger out, earning a whine in protest.

"Y-yes, yes. You do," Ellie answered desperately, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment from how pitiful she sounded. You smirked as you began to pull her underwear down her legs, listening to her desperate replies. You then did the same she did to you, slipping your hands underneath her thighs to lift her onto the counter, on the edge to give yourself access to her. Ellie watched you lower down to be eye-level with her cunt, slipping your arms underneath her thighs, holding them apart as you held them against your shoulders.

"Keep your eyes on me," you ordered, her bright green eyes glistening down at you as she nodded, her lips remaining slightly agape as her chest slowly fell in anticipation. She obliged your order, holding eye contact as your tongue darted out from between your lips, making contact with her core.

You slowly dragged your tongue up her slit, earning a loud moan in return as Ellie's slim fingers found their way to your head, pulling it closer to push your tongue further into her cunt. You lapped at her folds, collecting her juices on your tongue as a string of curses and moans fell from her wet lips.

"You taste so fucking good," you moaned against her, causing her thighs to quiver from the vibrations that coursed through her core, to her fingertips. Ellie replied with a pitiful whimper, her eyes never leaving yours as you indulged in her sweet folds. You lapped and sucked, her wetness coating your chin and cheeks as you buried your face further into her, earning many high-pitched moans in between desperate gasps for air.

Neither of you had anything else on your mind as the pancakes grew cold with each passing second. Instead of the frying noises that filled the kitchen mere moments earlier, all that could be heard were Ellie's pitiful cries and the sloppy sucking sounds of your mouth on her cunt.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that," she squeaked, her legs tightening around your face, hollowing your cheeks against her inner thighs. You yanked her thighs apart, holding them in place again as you quickly wrapped your lips around her bundle of nerves, softly suckling. Her breathing grew rapid, her moans changing in pitch as you pushed her closer and closer to her release.

"Ooh, oh, fuck," Ellie whined and huffed, unable to control her eyes from screwing shut as her back arched, which then forced her hips to buck into you. "Just like that, 'm gonna c-come."

Ellie's warning was the signal for you to plunge your middle and ring fingers into her, instantly curling them as you continued to suck and flick at her bundle of nerves. This action nearly caused Ellie to yelp in pleasure as you pumped your fingers into her, moaning against her clit to send her flying over the edge. You made sure to pay attention to her facial expressions, watching as her mouth hung agape, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her body tensed underneath your hold.

Ellie shook as her orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching around your fingers as you continued to thrust them mercilessly, moaning against her clit as her eyes pricked with tears from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck. I n-need a second," Ellie bellowed with a huff, using the grip she had on your hair to pull your face away from her pussy, quickly growing overstimulated. You retreated your tongue, pressing gentle kisses on her inner thighs, which were coated in various tears from Ellie's uncontrollable need for you. You slowed the pace of your fingers as Ellie huffed, attempting to catch her breath as she looked down at you with hooded eyes. You pulled your fingers out of her swollen pussy, easing your fingers into your mouth to taste her. She watched as you did so, her hands moving to the edge of the counter to stabilize herself as you then stood back up.

"As much as you taste good, baby, I need some real food," you smiled, leaning your face closer to hers.

"Was that not filling enough?" she jokingly whined with a sigh, tugging on the sides your shirt.

"Mm, not quite," you hummed with a smug grin as she eased herself off the counter, gently squeezing your ass as she made her way over to the cabinet to grab plates. You knew she could keep going, but you thought it'd be smart to eat and stack your energy. There was no doubt in your mind that her planned 'breakfast in bed' had another meaning.

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Oh but hear me out, frank and a daughter of Aphrodite. The children of the mars and Aphrodite, of war and love. What ares and Aphrodite wish they were. Make poor baby frank feel so loved and appreciated completely unconditionally

⋆⭒˚.⋆ frank zhang x daughter of venus! reader hcs

content: frank zhang x daughter of venus! reader hcs warning: not any that i can think of!! author's note: i know i know you said aphrodite, but we keepin it roman here fr fr hope you don't mind!! also I KNOW IT'S THE SAME PIC AGAIN BUT IDK WHY MY BRAIN DIDN'T EVEN CONSIDER DAUGTHER OF VENUS SHIT AND THAT PIC IS JUST SO PERFECT THAT I CANNOT FIND IT IN ME TO CARE-

how you managed to stay soft through all that camp jupiter put you through, frank had no idea but he loved it

you were badass in a fight but the moment training was over, you were using someone's breast plate as a mirror to fix your hair and lipgloss

that's actually how you met frank

reyna called the end of practice and you turned to the closest person and inspected yourself in their armor, reaching up and dabbing at your lip gloss with your ring finger while pushing away fly aways with your other hand

frank refused to move, standing still as statue while you did this

you realized what you were doing, popping but up into a stand position and offering frank a honey-sweet smile

"oh, sorry! thanks for letting me use you as a mirror," you mused, the attractiveness of the guy not lost on you

cutest mirror ive ever seen, you thought and mentally giggled at

"a- any time," replied frank, sort of lost in a daze as he took you in

"im gonna hold you to that," you joked, winking before someone called your name

you were scampering away, throwing a glance and wave over your shoulder at the boy before leaving the arena

frank waved back but far too late, still caught up in just how pretty you were

from that moment on, frank had a plan

what can i say? son of war?? he's gotta know how to strategize sometimes

his big master plan?? seek you out and ask you on a date

i know i know, it sounds kinda a crazy but you gotta trust the process here guys

frank's just a wild, crazy guy i dunno what to tell you

but everyone wanted him to do this as fast as possible

bc they were sick of his yapping about you

"did you see y/n's block today? yeah...she's so cool...and pretty...and-"

"frank...we know. shut up, please."

"did you see y/n's hair today? she definitely was trying something new. should- should i tell her i like it?? is that weird or-"

"frank, she put it in a ponytail. she didn't revolutionize hair-"

"TO ME SHE DID!!!"

his bunkmates are encouraging him to ask you out, simply because if they hear one more thing about you, they're gonna kill frank

little do they know, you guys dating makes it worse

there is no escape from a boyfriend who loves his girlfriend and loves to talk about her

first date? just walking around new rome with coffee

you judge frank for his straight black coffee as you take a sip of your rainbow swirl, whip-cream-crapped-in-a-cup, with spinkles monstrosity that is like three stories high and has cookies stuffed in it...somewhere

frank just takes the teasing, hiding his blush behind his cup

at some point, you grabbed frank's wrist and dragged him towards something, excitedly rambling about whatever it was

and...you just never left go??? your hand slipped from his wrist to his hand and it just...it clicked and it fell into place and it felt right

and now both of you are blushing for the rest of the date but also refusing to let go

big big big fan of walking on the side of the sidewalk with the cars??? ya know what i mean???

like will literally stop the two of you, walk around you to the side with the cars, and then allow you to keep walking

every time he does it, all you can think is that he would rather die to keep you safe

and then you wrapping your arm around his and squeezing into his side with this mushy-gushy smile

he's your number one fan (stalker but in the sweetest way)

oh did you mention one singular time that you hated a certain kind of lip gloss??

oh yeah, no the store that sells that one looking like a pin cushion of arrows is completely unrelated don't even worry about it

will find out your favorite animal and wait until the second or third date to just slip into conversation that he could turn into it, shrugging like its no big deal

it is, in fact, a big deal

your squealing all excitedly before asking quietly if he'd be willing to do it

bro pretends to think it over like he was gonna say no

bffr

look at his lovesick ass and tell me he's not gonna do it

please, don't lie to me rn

within seconds, he's flying around as a bird, or he's flopping around in a fountain as a fish, or he's rubbing into your side as a dog or whatever else

and you're cheering, reaching out to pet his fur or his feathers or his scales

and he's grateful that animals can't blush or stutter out words

will write you love letters and actually sends them in the mail

he pays POSTAGE for the mailman to walk down the street

that mailman always gets so pissed, grumbling about stupid boys in love and slamming the mailbox shut

that's how you know frank sent you something, which leads to you jumping out of bed and running to the mailbox, excitedly ripping it open and stealing the letter before returning to your bunk

and it's always just the sweetest things anyone has ever said another anyone else

rivals shakespeare and jane austen and all those bitches

and it's for your eyes only

you repay frank with romantic gestures

"what are these?" he asked as you presented him with new arrows

"oh, you were complaining about the weight being off so i whittled them down!" you beamed a smile at your awestruck boyfriend

"y/n, there's like fifty of these-"

you polish his arm, remove the feathers and dog hair from his clothes, press kisses to his cheek at every opportunity

you just gotta make sure your boy knows he's loved

and boy does he know when youre around

tbh, i just know frank was always sort of worried love wouldn't find him

what if he's too much like his father?? too rough?? too war-stricken?? too damaged??

what if he's not enough like his mom?

what if-

then you came, showing up without so much as a 'hello' and began wiping away at these thoughts

you showed him that frank zhang is worth of love, esspecially your love

the son of war and the daughter of love together in the softest way

history is a circle fr fr

they just like their mommy and daddy but so much better

to surmise, just a boy who's in love with love's daughter and a girl who's in love with the softest son of war

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #frank zhang #frank zhang x reader

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