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mitch-the-silly · 2 months

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Could you write a nsfw Vox x fem!reader where Vox comes home from work, feeling really stressed and asks for the reader’s consent if he could relive that stress on her? Like he’s being really rough on her and maybe praising her too? 👉👈 Nothing too extreme though, and I find consent sexy.

HELL YEAHHH I CAN!! This is exactly what I was waiting for!!! A reason to write Vox smut. What can I say? I'm but a simple creature.

Vox would for sure do that relieving stress via sex thing. Especially since he's always pressed about something and because I like to think he's at least a bit of a manchild.

Anyway, thanks for the request!!

"Take a Breather or Two...?"

Vox x fem!Reader NSFW

MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: NSFW, Stress relief sex, praise kink, rough sex

You sat silently on the bed that you and Vox shared. With your headphones on, listen to whatever it was that the shuffle button deemed fit for that moment. The feeling of the silky, dark grey sheets against your skin felt heavenly. Vox was going to be home any moment now, and you’d be there to greet him as always. It was simply the way things had been for a while now. He’d work, and you’d spend some much-deserved time with him at home.

You heard the door open and immediately sat up on the bed. However, the slamming of the front door was what made you raise a brow.

“I can’t fucking believe it!” Vox yelled from the living room. He finally entered your shared bedroom, untying his bowtie and sitting at the edge of the bed. He stared at the wall for a second then, covering his eyes with his hands, he kicked the air in frustration. “Ugh, you have no idea what a day I’ve had…” He sighed.

“What happened? Tell me…” You spoke, placing your hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them. He let out a small relieved breath as you did this. After that, he continued.

“First of all, Alastor fucking tried me again today! Not to mention that I had to cancel three of the ten shows that generated the most revenue because the lead actress was taken out in the last extermination and we didn’t know because she went on vacation and said she’d be back in a month. And on top of that Valentino has been throwing the most stupid tantrums. Ughhh!” He vented, “I need to take out some steam.” He gave you a bit of an unrecognizable look. He seemed to be generating an idea. However, there was no way for you to know without asking.

“That sounds like a good solution, Voxxie. You got something in mind? I can see the gears turning in your head~” You teased.

After pondering his idea for a brief moment, Vox continued proceeding to speak his mind. “I want you.” He spoke bluntly. “Yes, fucking your brains out would make me feel so much better.” He added, his breath shuddering slightly. He scooted closer toward you and caressed your face gently. “Can I do that baby~? I’ll only do it if you let me…” he pouted. Almost begging, but based on his tone, it was apparent he was willing to drop the subject if you did not want to do it.

You nodded softly. But that wasn’t enough confirmation for him. “No no, use your words.” He replied in a commanding tone.

“Yes, I’d like that. It sounds like fun.~” You spoke, this time telling him outright that you wanted this.

Vox nodded, “Ok, I’ll try not to be too rough. Just… fuck you’re so fucking sexy…~” He sighed, letting out a desperate little exhale.

Vox reached for your hips, instantly pulling off your pants along with your panties. He wasn’t one for teasing when he needed it. Without wasting a second, he split your legs open, gently tracing the inside of your upper thighs. He licked his lips desperately, determined to make you feel good before he fucked his anger out on you. He leaned his head towards your private area, giving your clit a gentle lick.

You shuddered in pleasure, letting out a small whimper. This drove him absolutely mad. So much so, that he could feel the need to continue this coming from within his core. So he licked along your labia, circling your clit hungrily until you were just as wet as he wanted you. The sounds of your juices gushing as he licked you up, oh it was making him want to do all sorts of things to you. And thus, after hearing how wet you were now, he stopped.

He sat up, looking at you with a certain hunger in his eyes. There was a primal need for more taking over him, not quite clouding his mind but filling him with a haze. “You’re being such a good girl for me.~” Vox cooed, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling them down to his knees. He scrambled to his waist area and took his cock in his hand. Needily aligning himself to your entrance. The sight of his cock on your labia made him shiver impatiently. He rubbed his tip on your clit, gasping out a small shudder

After getting a gasp out of you, he smirked, inserting himself into your entrance. “So tight for me~” He chuckled, very slowly moving in and out of you. You moaned relentlessly, wrapping your legs around him as he mercilessly bucked his hips into you. The sensation made you moan out his name. Reaching out to hold him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned down to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He indulged in its taste, savoring your mouth with absolute ecstasy. The second he parted the kiss, he bucked his hips faster.

Vox’s screen began to lag, the image of his eyes freezing up as he looked directly at you. “Fuck~ You’re so fucking pretty like this~ So good for me~” Vox groaned, his voice distorted and sort of glitched out. It was way too obvious he was enjoying himself.

“Ahh~! V-vox, I’m… I’m close…~” You whined, bouncing back as he pumped himself into you.

“You wanna cum baby~? You want me to make you cum~?” Vox cooed, groaning, desperately chasing his own orgasm. You nodded desperately, whining, feeling a warmth pool up in your insides. He was making you feel so good that you couldn’t turn thoughts into words anymore.

Vox let out a laugh, an amalgamation of amusement and absolute arousal. The flat-screen television he had as a head began sparking as his strokes became more uneven and deep. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me~ So fucking good…~ You’re gonna make me cum so deep inside you…~” He slurred, seemingly so high on the pleasure that he didn’t seem to give a shit about the malfunctioning lights in the room. He took in the sound of your moans and pants, letting the vibrations course through his being. He had to feel you cum around his cock. He needed to feel it. So he reached his hand down towards your clit, rubbing it with his thumb. You squirmed under his touch, an orgasm approaching faster than before, and you bucked your hips into him. And as you began to get tighter and tighter, the lights began to flash faster. “Yes~… Yes…~ So fucking pretty all stuffed up with my cock…~ Look at that beautiful fucking face…~” he groaned in absolute adoration.

And suddenly, with a hard thrust and a loud grunt, Vox found the climax he so sought, darkness engulfing the once-lit room, his monitor showing the “ERROR” screen. Yet, he didn’t dare stop the way he was touching you. Oh no, he needed to feel you reach your climax as well. He rubbed faster and faster, enduring the overstimulation of keeping you around him, your walls pulsating. He began to whine a bit himself, in all honesty. Until, finally, you arched your back in, your hips spasming as you eventually reached that orgasm he just needed you to have. The sensation of your walls around him, driving him absolutely mad. So much so, that the room’s power returned, but only for the split second in which your walls squeezed him in the midst of your climax. He’d never felt this good before and he swore he wanted more of this.

He pulled out of you, wincing at the sensation and then collapsing next to you. He tried to catch his breath, looking at you doing the exact same thing. Once he felt his breathing was stable, he got up and looked around for a towel. Once he found one, he returned to your side and cleaned you up. “There you go…” He chuckled, “You know, I don’t think that in all the time I’ve been in hell or in the years I was alive I've had sex this good.~” He smirked, pulling you closer, holding you by the hips. Looking at you with that same look of adoration he gave you before.

“You’re not stressed anymore, huh?” You chuckled, gliding your index finger under the bottom part of his monitor; returning his playful little smirk.

“They can go fuck themselves. My steam’s been blown.” He responded, kissing your lips one more time. Needless to say, this might be his go-to when he gets this badly pissed off.

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sweets4dolls · 3 months

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absolutely obsessed w all of your val content, giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair etc etc <3

what abt val being really stressed/angry n bunny being the perfect little bun she always is and helping him cool down? c:

𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝓎

pairing: valentino + bunny!fem!reader

content warnings: smut, use of daddy, riding, val being a whiny bitch (not in the sex part tho), not proofreadddd

it had been a long day for val, some stupid workers had upset him again, causing him to throw a tantrum and destroy a good amount of furniture as he wailed about how he deserved better to vox.

but even that didn't let him get all his feelings out, so he's stalking his way into his lounge and laying himself across the sofa, right next to where you were spread out, napping.

needing someone else to vent to, val gently calls you "c'mere conejito," in a soft tone, making you bat your lashes, trying to rid your eyes of sleep as you rub them with clenched fists.

"val, you're back!" you say with a dopey smile, still coming around to consciousness as you crawl your way over to him, moving to sit next to him until he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, each thigh on either side of his lap, making you move so your body was leaning into him.

as you sit there, his hands move to play with your soft ears and twitching little tail, rambling on with insane rapidity about how dumb some people were, how they could just never get anything right, his grip becoming tighter by the slightest as he tugged at your ears and tail, making you whine softly.

hearing how upset he was, you moved you lips to plant a soft kiss on his open neck, "m' so sorry about that" you say in your melodious tone, hoping to calm him down somewhat, "so glad you're here now though," your wondrous words going straight to his dick.

"just thinking about you all day, how come all those slow bitches can't be like you, my obedient little girl, hm?" he says as starts to oscillate your hips on his lap, moving them against his hard-on, making you whimper quietly.

"how about you help me out, hm bunny?" he says with a slight smile as you begin rolling your hips over his on your own as he presses gentle kisses over your collarbone.

you nod your head yes, your hair bouncing slightly as you do, so val hikes your short skirt up and rips your panties off as after he frees his dick so he can swipe it against your wet cunt. "aww, looks like baby bunny missed her daddy too," he croons before he pushes into your pussy, filling you up and stretching you, still giving you those few seconds to accommodate yourself before you bounce yourself on his dick.

"course I did" you stutter out as you cling onto him in a fragile fashion, rocking your hips along with his thrusts as he presses the pads of his fingertips against your puffy clit, rubbing it and earning satisfactory mewls from your mouth as the feeling pairs with the sensation of his dick twitching deep inside of you.

"swear to god, your pretty pussy always knows how to make me feel better."

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starlight-write · 1 month

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Grumpy Cat

Requests: Open!

Summary: Angel enjoys messing with his boyfriend a little to much, which leads to an interesting discovery.

Pairings: Ler!Angeldust, Lee!Husk (Romantic)

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Nifty being weird

Word Count: 2495

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It was rare to spot the old cat anywhere in the hotel besides the bar, which had become a sort of safe haven for the old grouch that he almost never let anyone else into cause that's his spot goddamnit.

Besides a certain spider, of course. But that's besides the point.

Today was one of those days it seemed as Husker took his opportunity while the main floor was empty to claim a spot on the couch.

Seeing as no one was around, the cat allowed himself to give in to his animal instincts and circled the spot a few times before curling up in a ball and letting himself drift away into a much deserved catnap.

The bartender couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour before he was woken up by faint whispers and giggling right above his head, followed by the tickly sensation of something touching the inside of his ear.

"Be quiet. I want to see how far I can shove this thing in this hole."

"Oh! Oh! We should shove my needle in there next!"

Husk snapped his head up to see Angeldust and Nifty smiling innocently down at him. He noticed his punk ass boyfriend was holding one of his red feathers in his hand.

Husker quickly shook himself off and got up to face the two instigators.

"Alright, alright. You two had your fun, now scram! There are plenty of other assholes in this building to bother if you're that bored." He said, hands making a shoo-ing motion towards the pair.

"But we didn't even get to dissect you yet!" Nifty whined and held her oversized needle up in the air.

"Hey, I think I heard a couple rats in the vents. Go find those and dissect them instead, you freak." Husk pointed.

The girl laughed maniacally and she scurried out of the room.

Husk shivered a bit.

"God that thing freaks me out."

Angeldust fiddled with the feather in his hands. "Eh. The brats actually pretty fun to be around when she's toned down the psycho a bit."

The man noticed the feather once again and pointed an accusatory finger at his boyfriend. "And just where do you get off shoving things into people's ears."

"You really want me to answer that?" He smirked.

Husk just groaned and fell face-down back onto the couch. Still a bit groggy from his nap and annoyed at his boyfriend's antics.

The cat sprawled out over the length of the couch as he repositioned himself, allowing his wings full range to reach up and hide his face away from the other.

"Whatever, go find your little friend a make a porno with the rats or whatever it is you like to do for fun. Just leave me out of it."

"Awww what's wrong? Monday blues got you down, Whiskers?" Angel cooed sweetly before making his way over to the side of the couch where he proceeded to climb on top of the grumpy cats back.

"Off."

"What? I'm putting the feather back right where I found it." Angel teased and began playing with his boyfriends wings.

Husk couldn't stop his wings from twitching a bit under the sporadic touches. Just as he was about to use one to swipe his boyfriend off of the couch, the spider reached up and began carefully massaging the cats shoulders.

Dammit. The cat thought as his entire body instantly turned too putty under his boyfriend's hands. That bastard knew how much this affected him, it's not fair.

The cat grumbled a bit longer but gladly accepted his fate and relaxed into the touch. His body relaxing completely as he began to purr.

Angel laughed softly at the adorable sight. Figured this was a good way to apologize for interrupting the cat's nap.

"See, I'm not all that bad.~"

Husker gave a small hum in response before nuzzling his face in his arms. Stress melting away and Husk found himself drifting off to sleep not even a few minutes later.

The other just smiled softly and enjoyed the feeling of Husk's soft fur running through his fingers.

"Yeah, your grouchy ass definitely needed this." The demon said before leaning give the cat a quick kiss.

A couple more minutes passed. Angel's fingers continued slowly down the other's back tracing lines and shaped before he eventually reached the space near the base of the cat's wings.

The spider didn't even register that his fingers had accidentally brushed against the wings' base until the cat jolted violently as if he had been shocked, followed by a loud yelp.

Husk stiffened. He immediately tried to get out from under his boyfriend while reaching back to push the other's hand.

"A-Alright. That's enough. L-Let me up."

Angel froze, worried he'd somehow hurt him, but proceeded to do the opposite of what his partner asked and instead pushed him back down on the couch.

"Sorry, did I hurt ya?" He asked as he began feeling around the spot for any damage. "Was it just a really sore spot I hit or something else?"

He continued to gently brush around the wings while barely grazing his fingers, worried to cause any more pain. Only more concerning that the other wasn't answering him.

Angel looked up and saw that his boyfriend's shoulders were shaking and both hands covered his mouth with his face buried deep into the cushion.

It took longer than Angel would like to admit for him to finally put the pieces together, the demon smiled widely at the realization.

"Ooooooh. That's what that was?~" The spider leaned forward to whisper in the cat's ear. Pressing down a bit harder to pin the other even more. "Husker~ Don't tell me you're ticklish~"

Time to go. The cat thought as he scrambled and fought to get away from the menace on top of him. That tone itself was enough to tell him his boyfriend's little mood had returned with a vengeance.

The spider laughed and sprouted his two extra sets of arms to help him pin the other in place.

"Dammit!- Let me go! Hrgh!- Get offa me-" Husk squirmed viciously, twisting beneath the other and fighting for any chance to escape. He hissed as his wrists were caught and pinned firmly above his head, the other pairs holding down his wings and hips.

The demon chuckled and Husk could practically hear that shit-eating grin he no doubt has on his stupid face- that fucker.

"Awww you're so cute, trying to get away from me~" The cat snarled as the demon leaned over to whisper in his ear again. "What's wrong, Whiskers? Surely a tough guy like you can't be that sensitive~"

A finger trailed along the top of his wing causing the bartender's whole body to jolt again.

"D-D-Don-Don't you fu-fucking dare."

"Aw what's gottcha so nervous, Husky?~ Am I ruffling your feathers too much?~" Angel teased, using both hands to stroke along the length of the wings.

Husk's face was on fire at this point. The other's teasing was just too much.

He thought he would get used to the other's constant flirting and teasing remarks the other flung at him every single day. But even then, it never failed to make the bartender's face heat up, granted he would never admit it to anyone. For once, being thankful for the fur covering his face.

That, along with the awfully light strokes on his wings was enough for the poor cat to completely shut down. Too flustered to get a single word out.

The cat buried his face in the couch once again as his body shook with repressed laughter.

Angel smiled and began wiggling his fingers as he ran up and down the length of the wings. Husk let out a frustrated growl, trying desperately to block out the horrible tickly feeling. A few grunts managing to escape as the cat tried to bury his face even further into the cushion.

The wings twitched violently under the touch causing the next pair of hands reach up and hold them in place as well.

"Jesus, Husker, is it that bad?" He laughed. "I have have never seen you this worked up before! Gotta say, I'm a little hurt that you've hid this from me for so long~"

The hands were drawing closer and closer to the demon's back and he was having a much harder time forcing down his laughter.

"You ignoring me? I can tell you're smiling, Husker~ You must be enjoying this!"

A high-pitched whine escaped from the cat demon's throat at hearing his sadistic excuse for a partner. He shook his head rapidly and kicked his legs as he tried to distract himself from the butterflies swarming in his stomach.

The hands made their way to the tips of each wing and stayed there for a good second. Husker took this chance to breath and regain some of his composure. Unaware that he'd just confirmed his parter's suspicions.

"You're so cute." Angel smiled. "Do your wings become less sensitive the farther out they go?" He asked, experimentally scribbling the very ends of the appendages.

Husk froze. It's fucking Angel, of course he'd be the one to figure it out. God, Husk hated how perceptive he was when it came to finding new ways to fuck with him. Husker knew he was screwed no matter what he said. He huffed and turned around to look at his tormentor.

He honestly couldn't believe that bastard had the audacity to smile down at him, just as innocent as earlier, as if he wasn't torturing him to death just for the fun of it.

"Oh, fuck you." Husk spat. Not that it mattered, he knew his boyfriend was about to kill him either way.

Although he'd be lying if he said that seeing the other's face morph from faux innocence so downright sinister didn't send a chill down his spine.

"What was that?~" Angel smiled. Hands moved once again across the wing's length only much, much slower than before.

"I-I sai- I-ugh!-" Dammit. Husk cursed his voice for stuttering and began to yank and twist his wrists again more out of embarrassment than thinking he was actually going to get away from this monster on top of him.

"Oh no. You were so bold just a second ago, why not say it again before I make you regret it.~" Fingers still trailing slowly as he tightened his grip around the other's wrists.

"Yo-Yohohou ahaha b-b-bahahahhahaha-" A steady stream of giggles finally escaped from his throat, the demon being to flustered to even try to suppress any of it at this point. The cat twisted and turned violently in a fit of frustration and embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Angel chuckled, finally reaching the base of the cat's wings, fingers barely touching the feathers while still making their presence known. "You never answered my question though, does it tickle more the further down I go? I sure hope not. If that's the case, I don't know how you're gonna handle this~" Angel exclaimed as he finally went in for the kill. Using all four of his hands to torment the base and lower section of the winds.

Husk screamed silently at the sensation, before actually screaming as his struggling increase tenfold.

"aaAAAAAAHHH!!! AHAHAHAH- STA-STAHAHAHAAA- FAHAHA-"

Poor Husker was thrown into screaming hysterics almost immediately, that spot was terrible enough by itself, never mind having four hands completely focusing on wrecking him there!

Why the fuck did Angel need to have three pairs of arms??? This isn't fair!!

The poor demon didn't last long, his body soon went completely limp as he resigned himself to his fate, not having anymore energy to resist the overly intense feeling. His voice went silent for a moment as well when his body forced him to take a break from the near constant laughing/screaming.

Suddenly, the tickling stopped and all six hands released their grip on the poor demon.

Husker gasped deeply and collapsed, pulling his arms protectively over his sides now that his wrists were free.

Angel was still on top of him however, only now gently stroking the cat's head.

And that bastard is still laughing.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. You're alright. Breathe."

Husker did just that, gulping in as much air as he could. The mortification of what just happened setting in as more oxygen found its way to his head.

Angel chuckled almost nervously and began sweetly massaging the cat's shoulder blades again.

"Heh. You still alive? You scared me for a second there, got quiet and stopped moving all of a sudden. I almost thought I killed ya." He gave another nervous chuckle.

"Fu-Fuhuhuck y-you, bihihitch." The bartender managed to get out. Still not moving a muscle and recovering from the attack.

"Ah, yeah. I went a little overboard, I'm sorry. You're just so cute, and I've never been able to get a reaction like that out of you before. I really couldn't help myself. Especially when I got you to smile like that- I was- AAH!!"

Husk promptly cut off his boyfriend's rambling by bucking hard enough to finally throw him off the couch.

The demon grunted as hell fell to the floor. Looking back up at his partner who had curled himself into a ball, wings held tightly against him as he regained his composure.

"I am actually gonna kill you for that one." He huffed out.

Angel stood, brushing himself off and nervously ran his finger through his hair.

"Yeah...I kind of deserve it for that one." He laughed and sat back down next to the cat. "Seriously though, you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He mumbled, his signature grouch finding its way back onto his face. To which Angel reached up and scratched under the cat's chin.

"What are y- eh whatever." God, he hated being a cat. Being forced to enjoy this sort of shit.

Angel laughed. "You still love me?"

Husk cut his eyes over at his pain-in-the-ass boyfriend and huffed.

"Unfortunately."

The other smiled and cupped the cat's face while kissing his forehead.

Angel pulled back, still holding the other's face. Suddenly he got the idea to test out another suspicion of his.

"I could tell you liked it though." The spider said.

The cat stuttered a bit and jerked his head out of the other's grip.

"You are downright impossible! What makes you think I'd enjoy that type of childishness even a little bit?!"

Angel pressed his palms together and smirked at the other.

"Oh, y'know one sign could be how warm your face just got."

Husk froze with his mouth wide open at the sheer amount of audacity-

"That's it!-" He declared as he shot up off the couch and lunged at his boyfriend who was now running for his life, laughing the entire way.

Husk hated when he was right, and now he's gonna kill him for it.

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buckyseddie · 8 months

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always hold you

pairings — tasm!peter parker x bff/gf!fem!reader

summary — in which, she needs her boyfriend's support more than anything else, after another particularly bad fight with her father.

word count — 2.6k.

warnings — a little bit of angst, use of pet-names [dove, sweetheart, darling, love, bug], reader calls peter pete, lots of fluff and this is basically just a hurt/comfort fic, protective/soft!peter, this is also sort of similar to my other peter fic (take as a part two that one), peter comforting reader, mentions of the reader's low self-esteem issues and it being explained a bit more, both physical and emotional abuse (manipulation and gaslighting, but not from peter), hugs and cuddles, forehead kisses, peter just taking care of the reader and showing her the love that her family refuses to do, gwen is in here for a second and being the comforting platonic best friend that she is to reader, peter comes off as a little harsh and scares reader a little bit but he makes up for it in the end.

notes — hi! so, this is really more of a vent fic. i know i've written in the past about dealing w/ a toxic family member and how i really enjoyed writing fics similar to my experiences with my favorite comfort characters to comfort the reader because that would usually help me deal with everything. but recently, the abuse that me, my mom, and my brother have been experiencing has become a lot more complicated and traumatizing for me to deal with. and things have only gotten worse. so, i figured i'd do another comforting fic like the other peter fic i wrote about going through that said abuse. i really just feel that it's important to not hide my true feelings and act like everything's fine behind a screen and i just want to be able to talk about this topic a lot more (especially in my writing), because it's so serious and not nearly talked about enough. but, nonetheless, if there's anyone out there that sees this and is a victim of abuse (whether it's emotional/mental or physical abuse, or both) please don't feel obligated to read this. i really don't want to trigger or upset anyone who's dealing with this situation in a very heavy and overwhelming way. just remember though, no matter what anyone says or does to you, you ARE strong and deserve the entire world. i love you all <3. anyways, i hope this makes up for the lack of posting anything (i've been really struggling with a lot, but i'm trying!). gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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IT'S OBVIOUS NOW THAT SHE was stupid to think that he could change. it was even more stupid of her to go back to that apartment.

but, she's always been one to see the best in people — in her case, it's come to bite her in the ass.

even now, as she awaits her boyfriend to return home from his nightly patrol around the city, [y/n] knows that she should've known better.

she trembles as she sits on their shared bed, one of her legs bouncing anxiously — the thought of how peter will react to her foolish decision and the outcome from it is stressing her out, beyond words.

after how he responded the first time he found out about the truth about her father's cruelty and what she'd had to go through, she's worried of how he will react this time — it took almost everything in him to not confront her father, when he first found out.

she abruptly jumps when she hears the front door of the apartment shut softly.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, wondering if it's too late to try to hide the marks on her face and body.

but, when she hears him call out her name from the living room, she knows that it's too late — there's nothing she can do now to hide this.

and even if she wanted to for a split second, she promised peter she'd never lie to him again — after the last time, they promised each other that they'd never hide anything from the other again.

so, with another shaky breath, [y/n] sighs and hesitantly pulls the bedroom door open.

she keeps her head down, her hair falling around her face and covering the marks as she walks out and into the living room.

"sweetheart..." peter's voice trails off, eyes wide with shock and worry.

her breath catches in her throat as soon as she finally looks up at her boyfriend and sees the intense, protective look in his eyes.

"i—i'm sorry, peter." she whispers, voice too raspy to get any louder.

a flash of anger fills his eyes. "please... tell me that you didn't go back to him!" he exclaims in a quieter tone of voice as he pinches the corner of his eyes.

[y/n] flinches at the amount of frustration in his voice.

"peter, i—i'm sorry... " her voice trembles, guilt and regret quickly filling her — she just feels so stupid.

peter sighs, regretting taking his anger out on her.

his eyes immediately soften. "sweetheart, i'm sorry." he murmurs, before starting to walk over to her.

but, before he can reach her, she flinches and winces.

he stops short, freezing in place. more guilt fills him as he realizes that in this moment, she's scared of him.

"look... i—i know that i shouldn't have gone back," she whispers, tears clouding her eyes as she remembers the anger and hatred in her father's eyes.

peter's silent for a moment, waiting and giving her time to explain more — if she's able to.

"i'm... i'm so stupid, peter." she whispers, too ashamed to talk any louder.

peter's eyes widen in shock, not expecting that statement to come out of her mouth. "w—what? darling, that's not true."

this time, a tear falls down her cheek. "yes, i am. peter, who's stupid enough to choose to believe that their abusive, monster-of-a-father can change? me — it's me!"

the rambling and the self-loathing words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth becomes incredibly clear to peter as he walks over to her.

this time now, he doesn't hesitate to pull her into his chest as her voice becomes more trembling and wavering, "this is on me — it's my fault."

"it's okay now, love. don't blame yourself." he murmurs as she stops holding herself back and breaks into breathless sobs into his chest.

after a while, her crying slows and quiets down with her tears now dried on her cheeks.

she faces him and takes in a deep, calming breath as he wipes away the remaining tears away and looks over her bruises more intensely.

"i wanna kill him for doing this to you — again." the venom in his tone sends shivers through her spine — knowing what he would do to protect her comforts her.

but, on the other hand, she also knows that hurting her father isn't going to do anything for them or fix anything.

"no, peter. i know you don't mean that." she murmurs seriously.

an angry frown places itself over his lips. "no, i do."

she sighs. "okay, maybe you do. but, it won't fix anything and we both know that," she says, moving one of her fingers up to smooth out the crease in between his very furrowed eyebrows.

"it's okay now — i'm okay." she whispers seriously, grabbing his hand and rubbing soothing circles over his thumb.

you'd think from how she's comforting him that peter was the one that got hurt, not her — that's just how she is; she always finds herself taking care of everyone else, when she really should be taking care of herself.

maybe that's why they're such a good pair — while they're taking care of everyone else and their loved ones, they can trust the other to take care of the other.

"that's the thing, love. it's not okay! you shouldn't have to go out of your way to avoid him, just to protect yourself." he exclaims, ripping his hand out of hers and this time pacing around the living room with his hand now gripping his hair in frustration.

she sighs, frowning — this is exactly why she didn't want to tell him because she hates worrying him like this.

"it may not be fair, but if it's what i have to do to protect myself, then that's what i'll do — i should've kept doing that, instead of being an idiot to believe he'd change." she admits, shrugging, trying to play this all off, as if it's not that big of a deal.

"don't say that — don't do that!" he abruptly yells, turning around to face her defensively.

she flinches — once again — at the volume of his voice. "don't do what?" she asks meekly, her voice too soft.

he sighs in regret. "i'm sorry. i'm not trying to scare you." his eyes are downcast at the floor, before he looks up again, the guilt clear in his irises this time.

"it's okay, peter." she gulps, berating herself for some part of her being afraid of him — after all, she has no reason to fear him because he'd never intentionally hurt her.

"it's not. i shouldn't have gotten so angry — i'm not mad at you, i promise," he says in a much more quiet voice, sighing as he sees that look in her eyes — the one that she always has when she feels like a burden and feels like she should be apologizing.

"sweetheart, don't even think about apologizing. none of this is your fault."

[y/n] sighs in exasperation. "maybe it is. i'm the one that is always making a fool out of myself by believing in the best of everyone."

she sighs when a flash of irritation shows in his eyes. "what?" he whispers, his eyebrows furrowing together.

she takes in another breath when he walks over to her and hesitantly places his hands over her cheeks.

[y/n] sighs again.

"this isn't your fault, love. know that," he murmurs, his eyes searching hers for some kind of understanding. "please, tell me that you know that."

she sighs again, noticing the tears filling his eyes — it becomes incredibly clear to her how much the man in front of her cares about her.

"peter... " her own eyes fill with tears, even spilling to her cheeks.

without another thought, he gently wipes away her tears. "promise me that you understand me."

she sighs again. "y—yes, i understand," she murmurs, hating the hope that fills his eyes. "but, i just don't believe it."

he opens his mouth to object, but she interrupts him before he has the chance to say something, "i want to. but, i can't just shut off the way i feel — i was raised the way i was and with the trauma i have gotten along the way, i can't just forget it."

more tears fills his eyes, before he moves incredibly closer to her and brings her close to kiss her forehead. "knowing you want to believe it is good enough for me."

when he pulls away from her he smiles warmly at her. "let's go cuddle now, yeah?"

the softness in his voice makes her smile. "sounds like a plan, pete." she murmurs with a nod and leads him to their shared room.

once they're inside of their bedroom, [y/n] walks over to their shared bathroom, to change into her set of pajamas she set aside earlier in the day, after she had just gotten back from her father's home — she used to call it her home, but that all changed once her once-very-close relationship with her father changed.

after she changes and brushes her hair and teeth, she takes in a deep breath and tries to mentally prepare herself for the rest of the night.

but, when she shuts off the light and opens the door, she comes to realize that the bedroom is empty.

she walks out of the bathroom and looks around, her eyebrows quickly knitting together in confusion.

and just as she's about to call out her boyfriend's name, she hears hushed voices outside of the room.

with much more confusion filling her body, she slowly walks out of their room and into the living room, only to see peter standing at the door, talking at the door in a hushed voice.

"pete? is everything okay?" she asks as she walks up from behind him.

he jumps a little in surprise, before motioning towards the door.

the blond hair of their current guest surprises her.

"oh, gwen. hi." she greets her best friend and then her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him with her chin resting on his shoulder.

"what are you doing here?"

gwen shrugs. "i just wanted to check up on you — your dad called me, yelling at me because he thought that you'd left to go hide at my apartment."

the words that come out of one of her best friends' mouth shakes [y/n] to her very core — anytime she hears anything about her father, she gets easily nervous and scared.

in a matter of seconds, [y/n] slowly pulls away from her boyfriend's body.

she knows that she should try to pretend everything's fine and as if her friend's words don't affect her, but she can't help it.

if she had a few more seconds, she'd probably fall into a state of mind where she'd completely shut down.

but, when a light touch to her shoulder by peter shakes her out of her daze, she sighs and nervously finds her boyfriend's eyes on her.

"what's going on, guys? did something happen?" gwen asks worriedly after seeing the tense look on [y/n]'s face.

peter doesn't speak. he doesn't even look away from his girlfriend — his eyes simply say that the decision is all hers.

despite the fact that him and gwen are pretty close friends, he's always respected [y/n]'s choices.

with a sigh, [y/n] turns to gwen. "i kind of had a run in with my dad earlier."

as she hears that statement, gwen begins to notice the bruises on her best friend's face.

she frowns. "are you okay?" she asks, but after a moment, she groans and rolls her eyes at herself.

"i'm sorry. that was insensitive — of course you're not okay."

[y/n] laughs, despite the seriousness of the situation. "it's okay."

gwen gives her a pointed look, not believing for one moment that what she asked was okay.

"really, gwen," she says, finding some courage inside of her. "i'm probably not okay. but... " she trails off, suddenly feeling like everything is going to be okay with the ones that truly love her by her side.

"for the first time, i think i'm going to be okay — that everything will be okay." she says confidently, moving even closer to peter and practically burying herself into his arms.

gwen smiles. "good. i'm glad."

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AFTER A LITTLE BIT MORE of talking, they all finally say their goodbyes and peter shuts the door gently.

they move over to the couch, peter covering them — mostly [y/n] — with one of the fuzzy throw blankets that was lying over the front of the couch.

"you doing okay?" he asks softly as she lays her face into his neck.

she smiles, feeling reassured for the first time.

she lifts her head back up to look at him.

"i know going back was stupid. i do—" before she can continue, he interrupts her with guilt evident in his brown eyes. —"i'm sorry, bug. for how angry i got earlier."

she tilts her head in confusion. "what do you mean?"

"i shouldn't have gotten upset with you. and i'm sorry for startling you. i was just worried." he murmurs seriously, frowning at her confusion.

"i just... every time i think about your dad being near you or hurting you, well, it drives me crazy, sweetheart." he says, trying to ignore the anger in his voice every time he thinks about the type of person his girlfriend's father is.

"pete... it's okay. i'm not going to go back — i learned my lesson." she says, cupping his jaw with one hand, in order to try to calm him down.

he sighs, leaning into her hand and covering it with one of his own.

"that's the point, sweetheart. you shouldn't have to be cautious and scared to avoid him, so that he doesn't act like that. it's not okay."

she frowns, wishing that she could stop him from worrying.

but, she also knows that he needs to get these feelings out and off of his chest.

"tell me, peter. what is it?" she asks, being the understanding girlfriend that he loves — no matter how cliche that actually sounds.

"i love how good-hearted you are, sweetheart. the way you always see the good in everyone, despite what they've done to you — it's amazing," he starts, pulling her hand away from his jaw to hold over one of his legs.

"and i never want you to stop being that person. but, i also hate that you have to avoid him. you shouldn't have to give up your happiness and peace."

she nods in clear understanding.

he groans again, leaning his forehead over hers.

"it's okay, peter."

he pulls away and opens his mouth to say something in defense, but she stops him by speaking before him, "peter, i know it upsets you that he doesn't get to be punished for his actions and i get that."

he stops short, giving her a chance to finish talking.

"i know you hate that. but, i know that you love me more than any urge that you have to give him what he deserves — and that's what i need you to do, okay? love me more than you hate him." he frowns at her words.

as if noticing his hesitation, she says, "for me. please?"

he sighs in defeat and nods. "fine. for you." he murmurs as he pulls her closer into his embrace and body.

she smiles in victory as she lies her head on his shoulder. "i love you, peter parker. you know that?" she murmurs, cuddling up close to him.

"i know i can always count on you." she says, once more, smiling as he chuckles and stretches over to kiss her on the forehead.

"good. because i love you more and i'll always hold you when you need it, dove." he murmurs, smiling at her calm and at peaceful face.

and like that, they cuddle until they fall asleep with peaceful expressions on their faces.

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blacst4r · 1 month

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DECISIONS (1)

Pairings: Jey uso x black fem x Jimmy uso

Warnings: Smut, Infidelity

Summary: In the midst of relationship turmoil, Lola turns to the wrong person.

gifs ©️mocooper98

Lola & Jon shared a laugh amongst conversation as they sat on the couch drinking, they'd had a couple glasses since she got here an hour ago. The effects of the bourbon settled nicely in their system, giving them a warm and fuzzy feel as they talked. Jon was a lot more goofier than usual, which had Rayne giggling off every other word. She finished what was left of her drink, setting the glass down beside her feet as her phone buzzed- an incoming call from BABY💍She declined the call, setting her phone to dnd.

Jon downed his glass too, placing his on the floor before clearing his throat, "so you and uce still not good?" he watched her through heavy lids.

"Nah, we on a break so I can figure shit out, I'm just over the back and forth with him" she rolled her eyes, recounting arguments her and Josh had in the past months.

Jon chuckled, "guess I'm not helpin with that huh?"

She smiled in response, "no you good, you taking my mind off of it," palming his knee before removing it.

This became the norm for Lola, as she'd been going through turmoil with Josh for several months now. The countless arguments and constant bickering had her seeking solace in his twin brother Jon, who provided a shoulder to lean on. They'd all known each other for years so she didn't feel uncomfortable going to him, especially since he opened the door figuratively, and literally to vent her frustrations. Jon always seemed to put a smile on her pretty face, taking pleasure in doing so more than his brother.

Jon secretly had a thing for Lola, and that desire didn't dwindle just because his uce had snatched her up. The boys were different concerning relationships, Josh being more of a playboy, and Jon being more of the committment type. Lola desired marriage and kids when Josh wasn't in a rush with either, handing excuse after excuse. Yet it was Jon who shared similar wants, just unbeknowst to her. He never voiced them because it was evident she was in love with Josh.

But when their relationship hit a rough patch, Jon was quick to offer up his support, as quick as she was accepting it. That's how she found herself frequenting his home to seemingly unwind from the stress.

"Aye I'm at yo' service, whatever you need" his hooded eyes possessed a lust as they bore into hers, darkening the longer they connected. Lola became flushed with a heat that had her skin blazing under his stare. It was written all over her face that she was flustered, trying to play it off with an eye roll "boy don't play wit' me."

Jon licked his lips, "i'm serious, shit i'm low-key mad lil bruh aint treating you right, you deserve better" he admitted, continuing to ramble, "I mean you fine as hell, thick, funny, wife material, shit I woulda been had you at the alter" he professed. He observed her stunned expression as he chuckled to himself, slightly embarassed, "damn I said all dat?" he rubbed his neck, "my bad-"

"Did you really mean it?" she cut him off softly.

With his head lowered, he leered at her, "hell yeah."

That set off something in her, drawing a lust from within and making her act on it as she crawled over and onto his lap, straddling him. She flipped her braids behind her shoulder as his hands quickly found her hips. The heat that radiated between them was something dangerous, they'd never been this close, in this state of mind.

"So you think you deserve me?" she spoke barely above a whisper as his hands crept up her sides, shooting a thrill down her spine.

"I know I do, you won't ever need for nothing if you were mine" he declared, with lips inching closer until they ghosted hers. "Big bruh gon treat you better," he planted one kiss, "do you better," then another, "and dig in dat pussy better," until they were full blown making out. Lola threw her arms around his neck, deepening the intoxicating kiss. Their lips moved deliciously in harmony, the small space provided when their lips did part, made room for his tongue to invade her mouth. They could taste the liquid courage that had them sucking each others faces off.

Jon broke the heated exchange to sloppily kiss along her neck, applying pressure to the most sensitive areas of skin, as she bit her lip and hummed.

He spoke deeply into her ear, "he don't know what to do witchu, but I'mma get you right and send a messege to him."

"So get me right then" she purred boldly.

With her in his hold, he moved to the end of the sofa and rose to his feet, securing her around his waist as he cupped her ass. He headed down a hall, and into his bedroom where his foot nudged the door shut. Jon walked over to the bed and laid Lola down as she began stripping of her plum bralette and matching skirt. Jon followed suit, pulling his jacket up and over his head, revealing his toned and tatted body. He yanked his sweats and briefs down, letting his hard dick spring out. Lola gazed at the sight of his lengthy, thick, member at attention. Damn, he definitely gave Josh some competition.

He stepped out his remaining clothes, wasting no time climbing on top of her, snapping her legs back around him. With arms on either side of her head, his face hovered above hers, "i'mma show that you made a mistake pickin' the wrong twin."

He grabbed his dickhead to line it up with her wet slit, proding at her entrance as she whined before sliding in. They both shared lament as he delved between her walls inch by inch, Jon groaned as he submerged in her wetness, "pussy soaked already, damn Lo."

"Sshit" she hissed at the way his girth stretched her wide as he buried himself inside, settling balls deep, practically in her stomach. "Fuck Jon" she cursed in amazement.

He started rolling his hips slowly inward, delivering tender strokes to get her adjusted to his size. She wore a softened expression, with sullen lids and lips formed into a pout as she whimpered from every thrust. As her eyes threatened to shut he gripped her chin, "look at me while i'm beatin my pussy up" his lips tighening as he growled with a crazed look, "i'm yo' daddy na."

Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly nodded in obedience, staying locked in on him as he began to pound her harder. Her sweet, mangled, cries filled the room as he dragged his length out to drop it back in. Jon placed their foreheads together as he ghosted her lips, "he shoulda never had you...fuck, imma take you from him baby." Lola wanted to verbally respond so badly, but her words were coiled in her throat, only forming broken wails instead.

Jon was drumming his pole through her cunt at such a frantic pace that her heart thumped, and eyes fluttered everytime he tapped her g-spot. He had her spine curved upward, and her toes curled in.

"Ooooh fuck daddy!!" she called to him weakly as he displayed that cheshire grin, loving the way it rolled off her tongue so passionately.

"Yeah say my name baby...just like that."

He lifted up and unhooked her legs, folding them back before pounding her cunt relentlessly. Her gut-wrenching screams echoed off the walls continuously as she gripped the sheets. He fucked her with purpose and intent while mentally thanking his brother for putting her in this position. Josh pushed Lola away and right into Jons arms, and dick that had her thick thighs trembling from the sensation as she clenched up.

"DADDY! M'BOUTTA CUM!" she shrieked as her stomach knotted up.

"Cum on this dick it's all yours" he snarled, rutting his hips aggressively. She did just that, her juices spurting out with a squeal as he refused to lessen up his speed or stop, too engulfed in her rapture.

He pulsated inside her clamored walls, about to buss with strokes that became more sloppy and rushed, chasing his nut.

"Shit! M'close!" his eyes closed and his mouth went ajar to exhale roughly. His skin shuddered as he emptied inside, filling her up with his warm, creamy seed. He came to a stop, finally pulling out of her and going in for a sensual kiss.

#the usos #black reader #jey uso imagine #jimmy uso imagine

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oddballwriter · 8 months

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Triplets?!

Summary: A dumb thought I had and decided to write.

Warnings: There isn't anything that I can think of other than just a misunderstanding that leads to something funny

Author’s Snip: This was just a silly little post that I had come to mind when I heard the one MBMbam clip where its a person talking about how they call their male friends their "boys" and a drive thru worker thinks that the person is a parent, also a little bit of Reba McEntire's I'm a Survivor "A single mom who works two jobs who loves her kids and never stops" meme. This whole thing is kind of just a writing shit post.

Notes: This isn't proof read

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

It was an inside joke. With yourself.

As a joke you would call your Marc, Steven, and Jake your triplets even though they were your boyfriends. It was kind of like when a mom says "I have two children, three if you want to include my husband.". It wasn't meant to be mean. It was just a light hearted joke since they can sometimes be everywhere and your sense of domestically can be hectic.

Speaking of domestic things, you were currently grocery shopping but line was painfully long and slow for whatever reason. It wasn't all bad though. There was this nice lady named Cathy behind you, and you two had started having a full conversation after she made small talk about how long the line was. She was an older woman, maybe in her mid to late forties. You had offered to switch spots in line since she had more in her cart than you but she said she didn't mind and that you should be quicker either way. You could tell she was a mom just by the looks of her and how she was acting. She wasn't exactly mothering you but she was talking like how most moms talk to younger people compared to her.

Your conversations topic had just changed to something else when your phone rang. It was Steven.

"Oh, one of my triplets." you mumble under your voice before answering. The call wasn't much. He just called to ask if everything's alright since you've been out for longer than you said you would and some other things before you ended the call with an "I love you, bye.".

"Wow. Three of them? Huh?" Cathy smiled. You looked at her confused for a moment before realizing that she might have heard your mumble.

"That must be chaos." she said. "I have issues wrangling my kids and they're all different ages!" she adds with a laugh. You just nod along, but she still goes on with the new subject.

"How old are they?" Cathy asked, to which you respond with "Thirteen." since that seemed like a reasonable age for a 'kid' to have a phone. "Oh my gosh! Three of them and they're teenagers?" she pitied. "At such a young age like you too. Sweetheart, you deserve a metal." Cathy praised. "It's not that bad." you say as you try and go along with this accidental act you placed on yourself, "Only one of them is a troublemaker. The other two... well they stay inside at least." you joke, mostly for yourself.

Cathy had actually become very chatty and mostly took up the subject. She talked about how her eldest, Kimberly, was sixteen and that she was starting to talk to boys and stay out. Her second eldest, Noah, was starting to have an attitude with her. The middle, Jackie, was having issues in getting along in the classroom and during recess. And her toddler, Marie, was leaning manners and "That's going as good as you think it is." as Cathy put it.

You wanted to stop her so that you could leave but she was just so nice, and sounded like she needed to vent out some stress, so you let her go on while the casher checked out both you and her carts. Cathy did give you the note that her husband was also involved in the kids too but since she's a stay at home she was the frontline.

You felt a bit sad when you had to leave and head home. You didn't know if you'd meet Cathy ever again but you already missed her and said your goodbyes to her, with her of course saying "And best of luck with your triplets.".

When you got home Steven was there to help take in the bags but at a certain point when you locked eyes and laughed he asked what was up.

"There's a forty-something year old woman named Cathy somewhere in town and she thinks I'm a parent with teenage triplets." you confess.

#moon knight x reader #moon knight #moonknight #moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader

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phntmeii · 8 months

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♡ Dating Miles Morales Headcanons:

❝ Okay, let's do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is Miles Morales. ❝

[SFW Headcanons + No Gendered Terms]

A/N: UGH!! Precious bby boy <3 <3 He deserves the whole world and more. This was honestly one of the cuter headcanon lists I’ve done so far. Absolute wholesome points.

> God, Miles having a crush is absolutely adorable because he becomes a straight up MESS! He cannot stop thinking about you at all. It stresses him out because what if you don’t feel that way??

> Miles would find whatever time he can to hang out or talk to you. He’ll “accidentally” bump into you in the hall or he “coincidentally” met up at the same park.

> He’s trying so hard to be smooth but it always falls flat because he doubts himself.

> Finding out you liked him back blew his mind because you???? Like him???? It’s incomprehensible to him because how can someone as perfect as you like him???

> Miles is giggling and kicking his feet while listening to love songs in his room after you confess. He’s a pure lover boy.

> As Spider-man , he’s sneaking around during night patrols to check in on you and make sure you make it home safe.

> Miles is quite observant and ends up picking up on some of your habits/fidgeting. He doesn’t notice that he mirrors you at all and would deny it completely if you brought it up.

> “Whaaat? Psshh… Nah, I wouldn’t do… something… like that…” *sweating nervously*

> His life can be overwhelming sometimes and he always just relies on you to make him feel better. Late night calls just to talk or vent while laying in your separate beds, a ways away from each other.

> He would be SO nervous for you to meet his parents because consider it a job interview the way they immediately sit you down and ask a million questions at once. What school you go to, your dreams/future career, asking about extracurriculars and how many honors classes you have.

> They only do it because they want Miles to have the best but they kinda forget how intimidating it is to be interrogated by a cop and a Latina mother LMAOO

> It would take a while before he reveals he’s Spider-man to you if you weren’t a Spider-person yourself. It’s not because he doesn’t trust you but because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

> He would have you promise it to be a secret between the two of you.

> He definitely has tried to do the upside-down kiss with you before he had to scurry off but heard his dad’s voice at the scene and accidentally dropped down.

> Miles’ main Love Languages to give are: Quality Time and Gift Giving.

> Miles knows he can be pretty busy. Juggling classes and being Spiderman keeps him in a constant move.

> So when he does get time with you, he wants it to feel special. Like nothing else exists in that moment except you two.

> He’ll swing by on a patrol and sweep you up to a rooftop just to spend time together. He always has a goofy smile when he takes off his mask and shows off the mini picnic he set up.

> Miles loves to give you gifts all the time. Nothing too expensive or anything but stuff he makes.

> He’d be too embarrassed to show you his sketchbook but he’d give sketches of you and notes on loose paper. All the drawings are lined in pen and sometimes colored in alcohol markers.

> Absolutely makes you playlists to listen to. Whether it was because you asked for recommendations or because he wanted to, he’s making one over the course of a week w/ a minimum of 30 songs.

> One of the playlists is definitely a romantic playlist, all with songs that make him think of you with each lyric.

> When his parents learned about the relationship, his mom was the first one to sit him down and tell him how he needs to get you flowers and stuff.

> So the next time you show up at a family event, you just see Rio smiling to you while she’s nudging Miles with her elbow as he holds a full bouquet for you.

> OHHH HE LOVES MATCHING BRACELETS!!! He will make them and then never take his off. His will have a nickname of yours while yours will either say “Miles” or “Spidey”.

> Miles’ favorite Love Languages to receive are: Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation.

> Miles tends to be… all over the place. So, he loves when he gets a helping hand from time to time.

> Covering for him when he’s late to something, helping out in studying, giving answers to homework, stuff like that.

> He appreciates his stress levels being eased even with small things like that. He’ll never ask for those things himself but he loves to have you do them and he’ll always make it up to you afterwards!

> Miles also has ease in getting blushy and flustered with his partner so compliments and flirting are definitely the way to get him to be head over heels.

> “Stop..!” *looks away, scratching the back of his neck and nervously laughing* “… You mean it?”

> It’s also the best way to reassure him! He can overthink sometimes and worry that he isn’t doing enough or doing something wrong so hearing how much you loved something he’s done encourages him a good bit!

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

#miles kinda ate in the recent movie ngl #the way he was just elbowing the fuck out of miguel??? as u should #itsv #atsv #miles morales #atsv headcanons #atsv miles #miles morales headcanons #atsv x reader #itsv miles #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #spiderman atsv

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samptlay · 4 months

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To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart Ch. 3

A/N: If you check my AO3 there might be more chapters there. Putting together a Tumblr post vs just uploading it on AO3, i think you can tell who wins my favor...

Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤

The group was already silent while listening to the doctor, but once he dropped the bombshell on them, others nearby grew quiet too.

March gasped while covering her mouth, Dan Heng & Welt looked down at the ground, and Himeko crossed her arms while looking away, Stelle seemed to not react, yet you could notice her pupils growing ever so smaller with each passing second.

Kafka's eyes fluttered shut as she let out a small “tch” and shifted the weight on her feet from one foot to the other. Silver Wolf let out a small wince as she simply looked away as if trying to hide from reality itself.

How you so desperately wished that was possible.

Blade, out of everyone, seemed to have a reaction that deferred from the rest. It was like he felt numb, went numb. Only being able to lock eyes on you.

His deep red eyes pour into your figure, even through the glass window.

Everyone already knew that Blade was closest to you, he had a soft spot for you, and it showed. It most likely pains his heart just as much as it pains you.

Even after everything, Kafka still found it intriguing, the way his hands were slightly trembling and balling up into fists. Glaring daggers at no other than your husband, Levi.

She didn't take a liking to him that much, neither did Silver Wolf & definitely not Blade. The group never spoke about it, but they knew why, it was painfully obvious.

The rest were on the fence about him. During college, he had been this wonderful mindful person, someone who would always be there to rely on. That's what had you falling for him.

But adulthood seemed to have flipped a switch inside him, and he was a lot more prideful than anything.

These days they don't keep in touch with him much due to this fact, but because of what he had done for them, they couldn't say he was a terrible person, either.

But it angered Blade. Why not label him for what he truly was? He could open his phone and scroll through all the messages of you venting to him about thinking you were a terrible partner, just because that narcissist told you so.

High stress levels? And who else would cause that except for the one you come home to every day?

He out of everyone didn't deserve you, but Blade also blames himself.

Would you have chosen him if he had done more to be there for you?

There was a brief moment when you and Ren locked eyes. Yours were red, almost as red as his own and he swore he almost felt a blood vessel pop.

Everyone else also took the time to watch you, not judge but simply observe.

They were either shocked, surprised, or at least taken aback by your tears. And you didn’t blame them.

You weren’t one to cry. Ever. Not at an injury, not at emotional distress, not at a funeral, even your own parent’s. “A weakness.” You would say, yet encouraged others to do so as you cradled them in your arms.

However, only a few took the time to stalk your husband as well.

Levi wasn't even looking at you, he appeared ashamed, even. But not of himself.

It would be obvious to anyone looking that he wasn't content with you right now.

But why?

Shouldn’t he be comforting his flesh and blood? Should he be there for you, reassuring you everything would be fine? But Ren knew you felt as alone as ever right now. Because Levi’s not even holding your goddamn hand.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #fem reader #toxic relationship #toxic partner #close friends #friends #miscarriage #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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WIBTA if I told my dad's girlfriend about his Tinder? He doesn't use it when they're dating, only when they argue.

i (21 NB, closeted as F) currently live alone with my dad (57 M) while I study in college. My dad has been dating this person (52 F) for about 10 years. They met through work and started dating when I was around 12. They say they get along well, but they argue often, and have broken up multiple times in the past. They do not live together because her family dislikes my dad, including his girlfriend's children (20 and 15 year olds). I also have a bad relationship with him. He does provide good quality food, supplies, and shelter, and does favors (according to him) like cooking or not nagging me for staying up late to study.

The reasons I don't like him is because we share next to no political opinions, he constantly engages in toxic behavior such as harassing people over tiktok where he spends most of his free time, and holds really misogynistic opinions, such as that women should not talk to men unless they intend to engage sexually or romantically with them. He is also very racist (which is bad bc part of my family is indigenous!!) homophobic (i am closeted to him, he doesnt even know i had a girlfriend while my mother does), transphobic, and ableist (he has joked about doing harm or killing autistic children I worked with, has called my half-sibling with an ID a black sheep "jokingly", and i suspect i am autistic myself, to top it off).... These all probably sound like valid reasons to hate him. I just state them to be clear that I do have a negative bias. The only reason I don't rebel is because I want to study without many disturbances and,. He is just a pain in the ass and stressful to be around, but not actively harmful. He also denies every claim I make about him when I do call him out, so i have to confirm with my brother or bystanders to know I'm not making these things up)

Ok so. facts: Every time he breaks up with his girlfriend, he vents it all to me while they stay apart for a few weeks because he doesn't have other people to vent to. So, whenever they break up, he installs Tinder, matches with random women (he does not look at their profiles and just accept everything until a match happens), then shows me their photos to make fun of them. He usually does nothing serious about those relationships, except the one time he held a long distance relationship with a woman in a different country for a few months in 2018 and he expected me to advise him on that while the original girlfriend was making efforts for them to get back together.

I have talked to the girlfriend about my own problems with him and she validates them too. She is a sweet woman, but really non-confrontational. She insists that the two of them get along well, that he does respect her and love her a lot when they're together and she does want to be with him long term, but struggles because her children and family really don't like my dad and avoid him when he visits. I really do not think she deserves such a prick and if she doesn't know he uses dating apps when they break up then... I think she should know, so she can choose what to do about him.

I really DO wanna tell her, but I am afraid of the consequences for her and me for snitching, and while I dislike my dad for well established reasons, I do still need to rely on him, which is why i don't intend to give this info away. I guess more than anything I just want validation in disliking him and whether making this move would be too far. I'm willing to wait until graduating next year to pull it off from a safer distance.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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necroman666 · 1 month

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Half a year ago my mother passed from lung cancer and I have been oh so very lucky to inherit her mistakes and broken dreams.

This is just a vent post talking in detail about my struggle to deal with my dead parents making my life a living hell because I’m tired and don’t know how to cope anymore.

Around 5 years ago my father died in a car explosion as a hired soldier participating in a genocide because that was, by his judgment, easier than getting literally any job to support our family after already years of leeching off my mother. Motherfucker got what he deserved and I only wish he died off sooner and the torment and his constant abuse of this family would stop. The hefty compensation my mother received for him dying she spend on, well, who fucking knows what because it was not her massive credit card debt.

Turns out that the bastard kept my manipulative, weak willed and egotistical mother at some bay and with him gone she was about to unleash her rotten nature on me and my sister.

About 2 years later or so she got her first cancer (not too relevant and it was in the end cured) and started dating a new, different (but not too different) piece of shit, proceeded to bring him into our home where he then cheated on her, financially leeched on her, beat our family dog and drove my sister out of our home. As you can guess my mother just let that all happen. In her words, she “didn’t want to die alone so she had to endure”. I find that ironic, because later (precisely 6 months ago) she choked on blood to death, alone in a hospital bed after two years of literally rotting away on the couch in our living room from her second cancer, with no one caring for her.

She stopped paid treatment. She refused free treatment at some point. She turned to waste money on some kind of medium healer that was supposed to cure her. She slowly died in her house filling plastic bottles with cigarette butts and blood to then throw away because she did not have the strength to get up anymore.

After she passed, even if I liked her enough to grieve, I didn’t get to - because now I had to deal with her husband stealing her stuff from our house to sell it off while berating me and my sister. We also, of course, inherited the massive credit card debt that she nurtured and let grow big and healthy better than me or my sister.

Half a year later, today, now that the inheritance is gaining legal status, her husband lets us know that he doesn’t have the money to pay off the debt for the car that they bought together and he threatened us to court over, scared that we were going to take it away from him. So we inherit both the car and the debt on top of the already existing one.

This is only the past ~5 years of suffering my parents caused me in short. Before this I have endured a life of several types of abuse from both of them, made depressed since age of twelve. I still get nightmares about both of them. I’m so stressed by the looming over debt that is now my responsibility that I can’t sleep for the third night in a row.

Stress eating and escapism don’t help anymore so I’m listing their sins to publicly shame them as a new coping mechanism.

#tw animal abuse #tw parental abuse #text

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boydepartment · 11 months

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Hi I lover ur last fic so I wanted to request one too! Can I request a Sunghoon comfort fic Where he’s been having a really rough week and reader does her best to cheer him up but it’s not working because he’s so upset so she lets him cry it out and vent to her 🥲💖

on it my dear! i apologize for this being a lil late <3 thank you for requesting!

Broken Skate- Sunghoon x Gn! Reader

MASTERLIST warnings- angst, comfort wc- 650

Sunghoon was having a really bad week. He couldn’t get his body to move right during practice, he always got home late, and you were already asleep by the time he laid next to you, then when he woke up you were already gone to work. He was upset all the time, he wanted to be around you, but he just couldn’t make up the time. When he had time for himself, he decided to go to the ice rink, he thought that it would ease stress and you were still at work, so he had some time to kill.

That was a horrible idea.

Right when he got on the ice, he knew something was off about the rink, it wasn’t his usual rink either. When he tried to do a small spin, he slipped and fell. Sunghoon looked down in horror to see part of his skate broken. These were the skates he has had for years and yeah it was an easy fix however it was an inconvenience. An inconvenience on top of many inconveniences. He took a deep breath and got off the rink quickly. He didn’t want to be upset in front of people, so he went straight home.

“SURPRISE! I knew you had the day off, so I took a half day!” You jumped on him, he smiled then it faded.

“Sunghoon?” You asked and looked up at him, your head cocked to the side. He looked at you and just engulfed you in a hug. He dropped his bag next to both of you and just held onto you. Sunghoon was trying so hard not to breakdown. He didn't deserve you.

“I’m sorry…” He mumbled into your hair. You were confused, did he do something bad? You always knew he was busy, and it didn’t bother you. It meant everything to you when you woke up and he was sleeping soundly next to you. You didn’t mind that he was busy a lot.

“Baby… Why?” You asked and led him to sit down with you on the loveseat.

“I had a bad week, and I can’t even see you half the time.” He leaned over with his head in his hands, “I feel like a bad boyfriend. I don't even know how your week was.”

You put your hand on his back and rubbed back and forth, “baby you are not a bad boyfriend at all, I understand that you’re busy.” Sunghoon really wasn’t a bad boyfriend at all, he paid for most of the bills and showered you with anything you wanted. The only reason why you have a job is so you can have your own spending money so you can surprise him from time to time. Sunghoon really took care of you, seeing him like this broke your heart.

“I am. I can never see you.” You heard his voice crack.

“Even when you’re busy I will still love you, I know what I was getting into when I was dating you. I love you and I always will, busy or not.” You rubbed his back more and he leaned into you. He felt hopeless. You combed your fingers through his hair as he cried.

“I broke my skate too.”

You hummed listening to his week, you felt so upset, “I will go get it fixed tomorrow baby, okay?”

Sunghoon nodded and sniffled a bit, he hated breaking down like this in front of you. But he needed you more than anything right now.

“I can’t figure out the new dance either…” He mumbled and played with your pajama pants.

“Maybe you should take the day off tomorrow…” You mumbled, he leaned into your touch.

Sunghoon nodded, “I will… I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

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urfavoritesecretadmirer · 2 months

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TW: General vent, mentions (exposing) of a manipulative ex-friend. There is a screenshot/recording for almost everything except for the things that happened in person.

A grand relief is finally dumping your manipulative friend. Fuck you Kylee. You can’t control yourself around systems from what you told me, you ignore my concerns, you don’t respect my boundaries, you’re brushing me off, you can’t take accountability, and it stresses me out. And I can’t believe you have the audacity to say we ‘need a break’ in response to me expressing that I don’t like how I’m being treated. Blank was right. You’re manipulative.

You openly admitted to not knowing how to control yourself around systems. You romanticize our DID. You are rude to our alters for having boundaries. You insulted me and blocked me for telling you to stop guilt tripping me. You compared being a system to being a therian. You put down our feelings for yours. You guilt trip us. You tried to make us feel bad for leaving. And when it didn’t work you insulted us.

Fuck you Kylee. You admit to not treating me well. You guilt trip me and constantly degrade yourself. You use “ugh but my mind is shitty!!!!!!” As a means of avoiding accountability. Idc that ur tryna find a therapist. Idc that ur tryna ‘swear less’. Don’t fucking insult me when you’re a self centered bitch.

I did so much for you. I lent you my cologne when you smelled like absolutely shit. I’m the reason you know your religion and I’m the reason you know your sexuality too. I did so fucking much for you. Now, every time you smell your ugly ass hyena hoodie, you’re gonna think of me. Because every single goddamn day I let you borrow my cologne so you didn’t smell like shit.

And if you see this Kylee, fuck you. There’s multiple people who feel the same way that I do. Our whole system collectively hates you. We never want to see your pathetic self again. You’re not sitting anywhere near me at lunch and if you try to talk to me I’ll smack the shit out of you. And if you continue to add characters based off our system into your book, I’ll fucking beat you because I told you not to.

And how fucking DARE you say to someone else: “See why Amaya thought I didn't know how to treat her is because I make jokes and tease my friends, but l actually make it sound like a joke and they know. But she doesn't know how joke.”

Besides your horrific grammar and ugly ass profile picture, the fuck you got going on?

Not only was I not even at front, but you’re openly talking shit and LYING to my friend. First, it was that you didn’t gaf.

Then it was you saying your mind is fucked up.

Which is your excuse most the time. Then it was “you deserve better I’m such a horrible friend” and then straight up insulting me.

And now it’s you just straight up insulting me and lying behind my back?

Proving me right and admitting to treating me horribly. Guilt tripping me with saying how you’ve already lost three friends and how this one was your fault. And then when I told you to stop guilt tripping me you decided to be a little hoe and then go whine to our mutual friend how it was all just a joke. That’s not what you said on call. You went from ‘I’m sorry but consider that-” to “I’m just joking you’re so sensitive blahahahah!!!”

If you wanna bring up my ABUSIVE EX BOYFRIEND too which you know how I feel about him, I’ll hit close to home too. At least I can take accountability. At least I don’t shower with clothes on. At least I don’t take my anger out on others. At least if my cat actually almost died I wouldn’t use it as an excuse to swear at my friends. At least I don’t write about my system friend when they told me not to. At least I didn’t fake a panic attack in order to avoid accountability.

Yeah that panic attack you had when Ramona took front? That was pathetic. And you refuse to add PluralKit to your server? That was pathetic too. And your excuse to not add it knowing how it helps me sm is “noooo it takes too longgg this server is gonna be big one dayyyy wahhhh” is just as pathetic as you are.

And guess what? I have my receipts. I have evidence of every single fucking thing you’ve done. And if I don’t have the evidence, someone else does. So keep our fucking name out of your mouth you plastic candy wrapper. I have a screen recording of our chats, screenshots, and screenshots of you shit talking me.

You can’t use your stupid fucking excuse that ‘I have shit in my brain’ if you’re for one, not doing anything to help yourself heal outside of saying ‘I’m looking for a therapist’. Because okay? And what are you doing until then? Bc from what you’re saying you aren’t getting a therapist in a long time. When someone vented to you about their self harm you said ‘join the club’. JOIN THE FUCKING CLUB?? WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM??

Two, you also can’t use the excuse that you have bad mental health if you romanticize others’ mental health issues. You deadass asked me all the fucking time ‘when is Chandler gonna be here?? I wanna meet all the alters!!! Can you switch for me????’ When you KNOW how trying to force a switch has been awful for us in the past. You’re a stupid hoe.

I'm gonna see you today. And when I do I’m gonna throw the ugly fucking bracelet you gave me right in your lunch tray. I’m keeping those skull earrings though, only because you used someone else’s money on them. Why don’t you go crawl back to my abusive ex and kiss up to him since you two love hurting me so much?

Considering you’re a therian, I would think that you would know how to treat others, considering most of our school hates therians, but I guess now. You’re just a manipulative piece of shit. All you do is play the victim and god forbid you do anything wrong because you’re so mentally ill.

Remember that time I called the police because you wanted to kill yourself? Guess what? I regret doing it. Even if you were going to kill yourself, which you weren’t considering you admitted to just playing Zelda the whole time, I should’ve ignored you. Then you wouldn’t be hurting me and others. You wouldn’t be texting me saying you’re gonna kill yourself after our friendgroup was rightfully upset with you.

In fact, I hope you move away sooner. I hope you hurry it the fuck up. I never want to see you again. I never want someone as pathetic and sad as you in my life because I don’t need you. I never needed you. My friends would literally pull me aside and beg me to drop you because they were aware of how badly you treat others before I was.

And before any of you claw at me with war paint on your faces and a pig head on a stick, I genuinely don’t care that I’m dropping names right now. Katelyn and Syrin have been my rocks and they deserve a shoutout. Preston is my abusive ex who, besides Kylee, the toxic and manipulative bitch mentioning him, has no place in this.

I wish I could provide yall with the screenshots of Kylee refusing to add PluralKit to her server and then once again swearing at me, but I am not in that server anymore. I also wish I could provide screenshots or a recording of Kylee comparing systems to therians, but that was on a call and I didn’t even think to record the call, because I trusted Kylee. I do, however, have proof of being on the call.

In fact, maybe I should go to the adults and tell them about that song you’re making about Jonah. If you’re making a diss track about a student, I’m sure the school would love to hear about that. Especially if it’s a bad one.

And guess what? When I told my friends I had finally dropped you, and I said “I’m not friends with Kylee anymore” they were more concerned about whether I had misspelled Kyle than if I had actually dropped you. Misspelled like how you misspelled sorry every time you “apologized to me”. Seriously, get better grammar, please.

I think this is it, but if there’s more I’ll reblog this with an update! And one last time..

Fuck you Kylee.

(I’m giving her bracelet back today and will see her at school. I’ll update yall if you’re interested).

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yourlocallygrowngay · 5 days

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Pearl in Unworthy Hands

(3268 words) by yourlocallygrowngay

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Molly O'Shea/Reader, Molly O' Shea/female reader

Characters: Molly O'Shea, Dutch van der Linde, Uncle (Red Dead Redemption), Reader

Additional Tags: molly x female reader, angst (obviously. have you played the game), also very much fluff, my girl gets spoiled, as she should, never enough lesbians, molly leave that old creep, molly gets stolen away from dutch, by someone who truly loves her, Kissing and making out, Drunken Kissing, molly discovered the wonderful world of kissing women, Lesbian awakening, or bi awakening (see it however you want), reader is strong, and kinda butch, but i left her vague so you can project on her

Summary:

Sick and tired of seeing Molly being mistreated by Dutch, reader decides to take matters into her own hands, much to Dutch's dismay.

Beta reading, title and prompt by @red-dead-bisexual. Thank you sm for your contribution!

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There was just something so enchanting about Miss O’ Shea. Nobody else at camp seemed to attract your interest in the same way. You sneaked glances at her, lying in your cot in the humid mornings, one eye open to watch her lace up her boots, brush her gorgeous red locks and put on her favorite necklace. She was the boss’s prize, an untouchable jewel, much like the ruby nestled in gold above her chest. And yet, Dutch Van der Linde didn’t see it that way. Not anymore: they fought every day, multiple times a day, and he refused to listen to her pleas.

“Dutch, I just want to help you!” she cried, exasperated. Her eyes were glazed and widened, trying to get his attention. But he didn’t see her.

“You want to help? Then JUST. BE. QUIET!” the leader’s harsh words cut deep through her. You could see it by the way she let her expression fall, tears silently streaming down her freckled cheeks.

You watched, boiling with rage as he stormed off, leaving Molly sitting in their tent, head in her hands. You wanted to make her feel better, because she didn’t deserve this. Such a beautiful, sweet young woman should be revered, the ground she walks on worshipped, her body and emotions treated with utmost care and gentleness. You resented Dutch deeply for subjecting her to this treatment. It’s true, that was a rather stressful period, having to move once again to escape the Pinkertons, still breathing down the gang’s neck. But that didn’t justify his behavior at all.

To make things worse, the other girls didn’t seem to like Miss O’ Shea very much, always talking behind her back and turning her away when she tried to vent to them. Apparently, she was “a society lady now, too high and mighty for the likes of us”. You didn’t care. If given the chance, you would’ve given Molly everything she wanted, at the cost of stealing from the President or die trying. You were completely, utterly in love with her.

But you were a woman. A poor one, at that. You could not, in fact, give Molly what she wanted. And yet, a small yet stubborn part of you kept trying to get her to see you. Maybe… just maybe, she could accept the comfort you’re willing to give her.

One evening, you gathered up your courage and walked up to her. She was standing alone on the pier, watching the lake. She rubbed her arms and shoulders, freezing in the chilly evening breeze, her shawl not doing much to shelter her from the cold. Everyone else was around the campfire warming up with a drink, or in their cots fast asleep.

You approached from behind, clearing your voice avoid frightening her, placing your warm coat on her shoulders. She turned towards you in surprise. She looked otherworldly bathed in the moonlight, her braid and the strands that framed her face painted silver.

She smiled warmly. “Thank you.” You blushed softly, thanking your lucky stars that it was too dark to notice.

“Don’t mention it, Miss O’ Shea.”

“Ugh” she rolled her eyes. “I’m so sick of being Miss O’ Shea to you all. Please, call me Molly.”

You loved hearing her speak, her thick Irish accent music to your ears. Her voice was just as lovely as she was, deep and velvety, and you wished you heard more of it. You granted her wish, making her feel at your same level as she visibly relaxed her shoulders and her features, her lips curling into a coy smile.

“So, Molly, what are you doing all alone in the cold?” you asked, watching the stillness of the lake. The other woman sighed, moving her gaze to the water as well.

“I’m not wanted there.” She stated coldly. You could see her stiffening up again under your coat, putting on a mask to hide her hurt feelings. You could see right through her. You had observed her mask slipping on and then off, depending on who she’s with. More often than not, Molly kept the act up to appear strong and unbothered. But the recent problems with Dutch had weakened her spirit, and you caught her looking sad more often than you’d like.

Unfortunately, that was true. People didn’t like her at camp. They all kept their distance, be it for her demeanor, or the fact that she was Dutch’s. Maybe she didn’t see it, but Dutch was so possessive that the men preferred to stay away from her, not wanting one look or word directed at her to be misinterpreted.

“I’d want you there.” You replied before even realizing what you said. Molly turned to look at you, puzzled. What could possibly make you want to hang out with her? She wanted to know why.

“It’s not fair that you’re always by yourself.” That was the best you could come up without admitting you liked her. Molly nodded knowingly, a bitter smile on her lips.

“So it’s pity, then.” something in your words confirmed her suspicions: you just felt bad for her. Oh, look everyone! Look at poor Miss O’ Shea, all alone and miserable! That’s what she deserves, for pushing everyone away! The recent events had chipped away at her self-esteem, so much so that she was completely blind to appreciation. Everyone disliked her, so that must have meant she was the problem.

You raised your hands, rushing to correct her. “O-of course not! Miss… I mean, Molly, I just wanted to spend some time with you. That’s all!” Fuck. This wasn’t going very well. You hanged your head, anticipating her telling you to leave.

But she didn’t. Instead, she crossed her arms, looking at you with one tilted eyebrow.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Dutch, apparently.” She surprised herself with her own words. It was like she could no longer control what came out of her mouth. She turned back to the moonlit lake, her voice unsteady. “He doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe he never did.”

As Molly cried softly, you stood there with an aching heart. It was painful, seeing the woman you loved suffering, but it was even more painful to see her in this state because of a man. You wrapped her in your arms, half expecting her to throw you off the pier. Instead, she hugged you tight, clinging desperately to you as her tears kept falling, wetting your shirt. She nestled her head in the crook of your neck as you rubbed her back, trying to relieve her pain for a brief moment. You heart was racing, and you thought it might’ve exploded. She was so close you could smell her perfume, a sweet, flowery scent that suited her so well. You closed your eyes, taking in the moment, memorizing it for the tougher times, when you were away from her.

You two slowly separated after what seemed like ages. Her makeup was ruined, charcoal and eyeshadow melted on her cheeks, but you still found her as lovely as she always was.

She coyly thanked you and rushed away to her tent, wiping the color off her face. You stood there, watching her go, seemingly unable to move. A gust of wind made you tremble, but your coat was still on her shoulders.

Molly came up to you the next afternoon, as you were trying to untangle the fishing line of Kieran’s fishing pole, muttering all sorts of swear words. She timidly greeted you and handed you the coat, her cheeks slightly flushed.

You dropped what you were doing so fast when you saw her. That day she was particularly gorgeous: her hair was all done up into meticulous curls that cascaded onto her shoulders and her green corset blouse hugged her body perfectly, giving you some nasty thoughts you hastily tried to shake off. That was not the time to think about Miss O’ Shea, that pretty green blouse on the floor of the tent, mapping the freckles on her body with your fingers…

“Hey, are you still there?” she waved a hand in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

She clasped her hands behind her back, a hint of a smile on her red lips. She wanted to thank you for last night, for… keeping her warm.

You fondly remembered your hug. “It was my pleasure. How are you doing today?”

That familiar sadness briefly returned in her green eyes. “A bit better. I think… no, it’s not right for me to ask” she waved off her idea, beginning to walk away. You gently grabbed her arm and invited her to tell you what she meant.

“Please, tell me. If it’s something I can do, I’ll gladly do it.” you smiled reassuringly and Molly looked down, biting her lip in hesitation.

“Would you… maybe… take me to Rhodes?” She explained that she was tired of being confined at camp and would appreciate a change of scenery. “I know it’s a lot to ask, you’re always so busy…” she looked down at the messy tangle of fishing poles on the sand.

“I can always ask Uncle to do it. Wouldn’t hurt him to work for a change!” you exclaimed, in his direction. He jolted awake from his alcoholic slumber and glared at you. You picked up the tangled mess and threw it at him, then beckoned Molly to follow you.

“Hey, you’re the new one! It’s you job!” Uncle tried to protest, but you and Molly were already approaching your horse, a white Roan Nokota named Cloud, ready to take off.

“Hi, sweet girl!” you greeted her, giving her a snack and petting her long neck. Molly watched intently, admittedly jealous of the treatment the horse was receiving. Oh, how she wished for you to call her that…

‘Don’t be ridiculous now, Molly. She will never see you that way’, she reminded herself, her smile disappearing into her thoughts.

“Here, let me help you get on” you offered, carefully picking her up and hoisting her onto Cloud’s back. Then you climbed in the saddle and took the reins, guiding the horse to the dirt road leading out of Clemens Point.

You rode silently for a while. Molly was too busy feeling flustered, thinking about her secret crush sweeping her off her feet with ease, a moment she kept replaying inside her head. She stared at your broad back, at the exposed, toned arms coming out of the rolled-up sleeves, and daydreamt of being lifted and tenderly kissed by the strong woman who came to her rescue when everyone else abandoned her. She imagined your soft lips on hers, smudging her lipstick, getting it on yours too and making such a mess, and she didn’t care. She dreamt of you retiring to your tent, undressing each other, getting so close you could hardly breathe, the mere thought already making her breathless.

“Are you okay back there?” you yelled, spurring the horse on. Yeah, she was more than okay. She’d never been that okay in her life. This felt like an adventure, like a well needed distraction, like… the start of a new chapter, maybe.

A few minutes later you both arrived in Rhodes. It wasn’t the best place to hang out, but it was the only city that was close to camp. Besides, you didn’t need a fancy place to have fun. You were determined to make Molly have a great day.

You helped her down and she kept her hand in yours, refusing to let go and lacing her fingers with yours. You asked where she wanted to go first.

“Mh…” she thought, swaying your joined hands back and forth and smiling like a child inside a candy shop. “Let’s go to the general store, maybe they have clothes there!”

Molly tried on so many skirts, blouses, vests and accessories and wanted your opinion on each and every one of them. You obviously told her she looked amazing in everything, and she twirled to show off her skirts, laughing, and you giggled at her unbridled joy. You could get used to this, you thought to yourself. Seeing her this happy was like a wholesome balm for your heart.

Her white ankle boots were becoming red from all the dirt, but she didn’t care, because she was with you. And you were away from camp, away from all the worries and frustrations. She was having so much fun, way more than she ever had with Dutch. He always spewed senseless poetry and sappy compliments at her, only ever concerning her looks. They all felt like recycled phrases he used to woo the ladies. But you didn’t, no: when you complimented her you were direct and genuine, and you saw her as a person.

Molly admired you as you browsed the weapons at the gunsmith, emptying the chambers and examining the quality of the materials. She thought you looked so attractive brandishing shotguns and revolvers like a natural gunslinger, and she knew you would gladly use them to protect her. She felt so safe with you by her side, and so grateful you decided to take her with you.

The saloon was you last stop. You ordered food and drinks and talked for hours as you indulged, sitting at the counter, feeling like the only people there. You downed your third shot, hoping to get the courage to reveal your feeling to her, but the words would not come out. You just settled on enjoying the moment with your dear Molly, savoring these last few moments of freedom with her.

You were both getting quite drunk, losing your restraints and getting closer to each other, both physically and emotionally.

“You know, I don’t even love Dutch anymore…” she slurred, throwing the shot glass behind her back. You laughed at the smashing glass and nodded exaggeratedly at her words.

“Fuck Dutch Van der Linde!” you yelled, raising your now empty bottle of beer. You two began chanting this phrase like a mantra until you could no longer speak, the hilarity getting to you and making your stomachs hurt.

“Okay, that’s enough for you two” the bartended warned, shooing the both of you away from the counter.

“Fine, Mister, we’re taking off!” you screamed way too loudly, making him wince.

“Yeah, thank you for the fine night, kind sir!” Molly added, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the saloon.

“Hey! That’s the wrong-“the words died in the bartender’s mouth as you opened the back door. At least you were out of his hair for the night.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go back” Molly confessed, slumping against the wall, following the last carriages leaving town with her eyes, gaze filled with melancholy.

“Me neither. I wish this day would never end” you sighed, the booze making you way too honest.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit.” She took your hands and pulled you close to her so that you were pushing her against the wall of the Parlor House.

“What are you doing?” you asked, incredulous as she placed your hands around her waist and hers around your neck. You faces were so close all you could do was whisper, your voice trembling as your heart raced in realization.

“I want you to kiss me, miss” the redhead pleaded, looking up into your eyes with an angelic expression. There was something else behind those jade eyes: sadness, desire, maybe a little bit of shame. But not an ounce of guilt.

“We’re not supposed t-” you protested, but you shut your eyes and you could feel Molly’s breath on your lips and her breasts rest against yours. Suddenly, it didn’t feel so wrong. How could it be? You were about to kiss the person you loved. Were you so stupid to let the fact that she was a woman stop you?

‘Not a chance’, you thought. Next thing you knew, you were leaning into the kiss, letting yourself go and savoring her over and over again, until you were tasting everything, from the whisky she drank to the lipstick she wore, now smeared on both your open mouths as you desperately made out, an invisible force keeping you glued to each other until you could no longer breathe and regretfully had to pull yourselves apart. Enough time to get some air in your lungs and you were already all over each other again, Molly’s hair in you mouth and your tongue in hers, your desire growing more and more as she emitted little moans of delight, totally lost in a pleasure the likes of which she never experienced before. It was nothing like kissing a man. No, this was better! You were softer, and you tasted amazing, and your grip didn’t bruise her hips. Her mind was opening to a world of new possibilities, and she wanted you to guide her through it.

“We should go… Dutch will be worried” you exhaled, breathless, and Molly’s disappointed gaze drove a knife through your heart. It hurt you to stop, too, but you couldn’t stay there all night. You couldn’t give her what she wanted in the back of Rhodes Parlor House. You wanted to do things right by her.

“We’ll go out again. I promise” you lifted her face upwards to gaze into her eyes and caressed her cheek. She smiled sadly and nodded. “You promised. I will remember you did.”

You got on Cloud and she took the both of you home. The trip was silent, but hopeful. You two had each other now. It was going to be difficult and painful, but you were ready to do it all for Molly O’ Shea, and she felt the same. Before you rode back into camp, Molly helped you wipe her lipstick off your face with a handkerchief and you walked the rest of the way to make as little noise as possible, sneaking in more kisses while you were in the thick of the brush, already dreading having to sleep apart. You both greeted Lenny as you came in and Molly rushed to bed while you hitched Cloud up.

As you walked to your cot, you saw Dutch standing in front of their tent, glaring and following you with his eyes. You approached him, the rest of the alcohol left in your body giving you the guts to face him.

“Good evening, boss!”

Dutch blinked a few times, incredulous. “First of all, it’s the middle of the night” he growled. “Secondly, what were you thinking, bringing Miss O’ Shea out of camp?”

“She needed a day out, Dutch. I don’t know if you noticed, but she’s been miserable here.” You chose not to hide the passive-aggressiveness in your tone. You had enough of this fool.

“She could’ve gotten hurt!” Not that he cared. This was his way of telling you to back off from his property.

“I was there, and I was armed.” you replied sternly, gripping at your gun belt.

Dutch sighed and turned to see Molly sleeping peacefully in her cot, a big smile on her face. Then turned around and shot you a venomous look. “Don’t you dare tell me what she needs. That does not concern you, miss.”

“It will, if you keep neglecting her like that.” you replied, threatening him back. You walked away while that pathetic man stood there, seething in anger and storming off like a moody toddler. Now he had competition and, oh boy. He did not like it.

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Peace. Quiet. Calm.

Ezra Bridger could only have dreamed of such things during his time as both an orphan, and during his time in the Rebellion. He may have experienced some of it while isolated on Peridea, but this was something he preferred more.

The view of Lothal's capital city was something that literally came from a dream. He remembered first seeing it vividly alongside the spirits of his late parents during the night he learned of their deaths. However, the dream became a reality.

The galaxy was indeed shaken following Thrawn's return, but over the past few months, the tactical genius was no match for the stubborn will of New Republic military officials, and the famous Heroes of Endor, whom with joined hands of the Heroes of Lothal, turned the tables and put Imperial Remnants to route once again.

Regardless if there was nothing safe or sacred, it was a much deserved moment of relief Ezra wished he had earned earlier. For all the strife, fighting, and death that had to resume over the desire of totalitarian madmen who wanted to reclaim control over the galaxy and restart their ideas of suffering, the best thing he could do was live for all the good people that were lost. And for a very important reason...

He had been entranced by the shining and bustling beauty of the previously envisioned city when Sabine Wren -- his wife joined his side on the balcony. In her arms, the artistically destructive Mandalorian held a still bundle in her arms. Their ninetine month old daughter, Mira Wren-Bridger.

"Everytime I see you come out here, it's like you're always distracted by something that isn't even calling your name." She quipped. Sabine sure knew how to deliver sassy remarks, even after her life changed through marriage and motherhood.

"It's a good sight to go to sleep to." Ezra replied innocently, giving off a small chuckle when he felt his longtime best friend elbow him on the side.

"Well, I don't blame ya. I remember you mentioned seeing this after realizing what happened to your parents."

In the past, Ezra would have felt a tang of pain hit his heart about such a cruel and unfair reminder, no matter the wording, but he knew he was no longer the only one to have lost family after Sabine vented to him about her Clan getting slaughtered on Mandalore.

"It's not just that anymore."

Sabine looked over at him with a questioning gaze at his comment, making sure she still maintained a fair grip on little Mira in her arms, and so that the baby would not be awaken and make a fuss.

"We've made it happen, Sabine. All of us. I know deep down, my mom and dad would've been proud to see this. Right now, however, I just don't think I could ever thank you guys enough for helping to achieve this."

"As a Mandalorian, I don't take even the smallest of promises lightly. And as much as it's exhausting to bring up... you were counting on me at the same time."

That phrase had become very synonymous with Ezra's faith in his longtime best friend, and he already knew that when she brought him home, her promise had been fulfilled. There was truly no better person than Sabine that he could ask to ensure such things were sought through to the end, and he would never have it any other way.

"And you've kept your promise, Sabine. Thank you." He told her, turning his head to meet her gaze as his lips curled up to a warm smile. That smile was shared as they kissed briefly, before finally retiring inside their tower for a good night's rest.

Ezra was still unsure what new challenges awaited him for the future, but with Sabine by his side, he felt more at ease and ready to face them head on.

It felt like I just had ASMR cleanse over my brain cells reading this. It was so nice and welcoming oh my goodness. All the stress of the final episode just washed over me with this beauty!

Thank you for submitting! Genuine, It's the perfect amount of everything but not too overwhelming and so freaking cute!

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