#i have so many thoughts but i decided a hug pretty much captured all of them

[driftsart]

tell us more abt ur shockwave!!!!! pretty please. I saw the previous tags on the eepy post and u said he's the nicest ever. now im even more inclined to give him hugs

Sure! ⬇️⬇️

Here's some pre-war Shockwave lore:

Shockwave was originally a senator (I'm still figuring out in what city), but his mind was rarely focused on his job. His dream was to be a scientist, not a senator (since jobs were chosen for Cybertronians). He would often skip work just to work on his experiments that only Soundwave and later on, Orion Pax knew about. His works and experiments all had the same goal, making Cybertron a better/equal place to live in. And since he worked with/close to Cybertron's government, he knew about most conflicts/issues on Cybertron.

Early years of war Shockwave lore:

During the begining of the war, Shockwave's experiments were exposed to the public after autobots finding out he was allies with the newly formed group which were nameless at the time (the deceptions). With his experiments out in the open, many autobots were angered and thought of them as dark science since Shockwave kept them hidden. Ever since, he was considered a mad scientist that had to be captured. He was hunted down by bounty hunter Lockdown, which at the time, was an autobot. He was found in a burning down factory carrying a newly forged cybertronian who was abandoned. Because of this, the autobots accused him of stealing sparklings just to experiment on them. He was then given the punishment of empurata, with extra weapons and parts just so that he would have to "carry the weight of his crimes".

After Empurata lore:

After the punishment, Shockwave, with his newly formed emotionless mind, k!lled the group of bots who performed the punishment on him. He later on escaped and hid in the wastelands where he worked tirelessly day and night trying to find any way of restoring his memories and emotions. He wasn't seen for years after that.

So y'all might be wondering, how did he join the 'cons?

The deceptions at this time we're trying to build ships to escape cybertron and hopefully find a better place to regroup and start their own Cybertron. Luckily, Megatron stumbled across the place Shockwave was hiding in. At first, he didn't recognize Shockwave due to the massive change in appearence because of the empurata. Shockwave had just invented a cure for his memory loss and it was just kicking in so he still didn't remember much so he attacked Megatron. During the battle, the cure finally kicked in and his memories came back to him. After some apologies and etc. Megatron asked him to join his team as the scientist. Shockwave agreed.

Shockwave now:

Shockwave usually spends his time in his lab inside the Nemesis. He's a really nice guy since he has his memories/emotions back. He's found ways of making the empurata punishment more bearable for him, as well as finding out how he can remove parts and rebuild his body. But with the lack of materials, he can't do much. Lockdown's a decepticon now, and he's apologized for what he did in the past. Shockwave isn't entirely sure wether to trust him or not though, so he keeps his distance.

He is a big hugger though, careful he doesn't break you. :)

Some additional info:

-He's around 70-75 in robot years. (I've been adjusting their ages)

-His alt most is kinda like the TFP one

-Blitzwing hates him (since he's had some trauma w/ scientists before)

-Pronouns: he/him

-The little sparkling he rescued was Thrust, and after joining the decepticons, he decided to take care of her (yeah Thrust's a she :]) so that someday he can prove to the autobots that he only meant good intentions that day.

That's kinda what I'm brainstorming so far lmao 💀

(I'm also thinking of maybe during the Empurata, Soundwave and Megatron try to save him but he attacks them too before he runs off idk lmao)

#transformers #digitalart #au #art #photoshop #character design #ask #ask post #decepticons #lore #Shockwave

[m-jelly]

Hey this is one of my first times requesting but can you do one where Levi has someone who draws and sketches a lot (they're both captains in this scenerio) and when Levi is volunteerily cleaning their office he stumbles across a drawing/sketch of himself that she drew

Ending is up to you

Loving lines

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, fluff, romance, becoming a couple, artist reader, love confessions.

While cleaning your room, Levi comes across a sketchbook filled with beautiful drawings of the land around the scout base. He then comes across the only drawings of a person and it is a few of him. Flustered by the thought that this could mean you have the same feelings for him as he has for you, he decides to confront you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Offering to clean your office was Levi's sneaking and cheeky way to get close to you. This allowed him to go into your office, snoop a little and always be surrounded by your intoxicating scent. As soon as he got into your room, he stood there for a while and just inhaled a few times.

He got busy cleaning your rather clean place, but he was making sure that everything was perfect. As he made his way around your office he noticed that you had left a sketchbook on the window seat. Curiosity consumed him and he needed to see what was inside.

Levi got comfortable in your window seat and began looking through your book. Each drawing inside was beautiful and cute. The way you saw the world around you gave him such hope and happiness. He adored how sweetly you captured the land surrounding the scout base.

He was beginning to notice a theme in your book, you only ever drew scenery. He flicked through the pages and felt his heart skip a beat when he came across something that moved him. Levi was lost for words when he saw a beautiful drawing of him smiling so softly. He gulped hard and felt so flustered because you had made him look so beautiful.

"Levi?"

Levi jumped on the window seat at the sound of your voice. He looked over at you as he gripped your book tightly. It was only recently he realised that he was in love with you. Levi had never been in love before, so he wasn't sure how to do this or what to say.

You moved closer to him. "Is that my sketchbook?"

He looked down at his hands. "Yes."

You gulped hard. "Did you get to the last pages?"

He nodded. "I did."

"So you saw the many drawings of you?"

He slowly looked down. "Many? I only saw one." He flicked through the book. "Let me see."

You gasped and ran over. "Wait."

He smiled at the other drawings. "You've drawn me a lot."

You grabbed the book and whined. "I can explain..."

He locked eyes with you. "You feel the same way about me that I do for you."

"Levi."

He rose to his feet and walked up to you. "That you have a deep love for me that it hard to contain like I do for you."

You felt your cheeks burn as Levi left you breathless. "Yes."

He took your book and put it behind him on the window seat. "I have never felt this way about anyone before. This is all new to me." He reached over and caressed your cheek. "Tch, it's confusing and maddening how much I care about you. I just want to lock you up and not let anyone else near you. I also want to kiss you so much and take you on long walks through the pretty fields and shower you with flowers."

You leaned closer and gave Levi a sweet and loving peck on the lips. "I want all of that."

Levi held your hands. "I want to be with you. I am terrified for your safety though."

You nibbled your lip. "I have been thinking of maybe working less out there and more in the base, maybe training and support as well." You moved closer to him. "I don't want you to be alone or heartbroken." You whined. "That's if you want to be a couple. If you do, then I'll change my job a bit."

Levi hugged you tightly. "Yes. I want you. I adore you." He released you. "Maybe I could sit for your next drawing?"

You giggled. "Yes, please."

#levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #aot fanfiction #levi x y/n #fanfic #levi fanfiction #levi x reader #levi x you #jelly fanfics #captain levi x you #levi x yn #captain levi ackerman x reader #captain levi #captain levi x reader #captain levi fanfiction #captain levi ackerman #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x y/n

[callsign-bunnie]

look i know im annoying but can i have more ghost whump 🙏 also learning that’s he’s 24 hurts. he’s so young. imma need you to hurt him bad bc currently i need to feel something so whatever you do will be appreciated 🫡

Look, I'm gonna be straight with you guys, if I don't wanna answer, I just delete the ask. Trust me, you guys are so far from annoying. The only thing that gets to me is how many Konig asks I get and when people as for Noncon/Rape and phrase it as BDSM, even there, just be honest as to what you want, I'm probably still gonna write it.

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Ghost had been captured and was now stuck in a box of some sort. It was too small, making him have to curl at an odd angle to fit. An ache was spreading through his bones and he started to kick desperately at the wood. 

Faintly, he thought he heard digging and had to resist the urge to scream. He was pretty sure it wasn’t real, that it was all in his head, but he couldn’t focus. The walls were closing in, threatening to crush him. Reduce him to atoms.

No one was coming. The last conversation he had with Johnny was him brushing him off. Price’s was a list of orders on what to do. He couldn’t remember the last time he talked to any of the others. 

Would they even notice he was gone?

Would anyone notice? Or would he just be a shallow grave?

Would they think he just stopped coming? No one knew where he lived. Would he be marked as a deserter, all while he sat there, rotting away while still alive?

He clawed at the wood around him, ignoring the burning sensation behind his eyes. He knew by now he wouldn’t cry. It wasn’t something he was capable of anymore. 

Digging his teeth deep into the flesh of his hand, he tried to calm himself. It felt like Roba all over again. He just hoped this person wasn’t into experimentation the same way. 

Ghost’s nerves were on fire despite the freezing cold creeping from the grave to reclaim him and he gave in to the urge to scream, hoping his captors would hear him and do something. Anything, just take him out of the box. 

They were speaking in a language he didn’t know. Couldn’t piece together. He wanted far, far away. 

Soap shook him awake, holding him tight. “Hey, hey, you’re okay.” He was warm against him, shaking away some of the feeling. 

Ghost touched his face, realizing he wasn’t wearing the mask. Normally he wouldn’t wear it to bed but something about not having it that night got to him. He grabbed it from the nightstand and shoved it on, not wanting to be Simon at the moment.

“Ghost, what happened?” Soap looked tired, holding on to him.

“I was in a box.”

“A box?” Soap mumbled when it was clear Ghost wasn’t going to explain further. “You screamed.”

“I don’t… want to be in a box again.”

Soap sat up, realizing he had an opportunity to get some information. “When were you in a box?”

Ghost sighed and leaned into him. “Roba put me in two. He used to put me in the a box with a scorpion in it when I wouldn’t go all out in the fighting ring. I’d sit there for hours, trying to stay still so it wouldn’t sting me as much.”

Soap hugged him to his chest, letting Simon hide there. He decided not to ask about the fighting ring today. “And the other?”

“He buried me alive with my captain’s body. They dug him up… Roba told me I should try teaching him what its like to be a man.” Simon sniffled a little. “They shoved me down there. It’s cold. It really is freezing. I had to crawl out of the earth. Tear through the ground until I saw the moon again.”

Soap held him closer. “I’m so sorry, Simon.” He held him close, kissing his face. 

Ghost hesitated, but this was… an opportunity. A chance to tell Soap more, in the quiet of their own room.

“They did other things to me… Experiments. They did… things to my hands. Did something to my ligaments or something so they’d bend more. It makes them ache in the cold. And they cut me open and rearranged my insides so many times and….” He buried his face in his neck and held on to Soap.

“Simon, you don’t have to…”

“No. I… want to . I need someone to know. Someone to believe me. No one every believed me…” He held on to him tight. “I got to the border. I got help and they said some of it looked self inflicted. Or like a botched surgery. Said I shouldn’t have went to Mexico. One asked why I’d want to change my figure anyway. They were so clearly blaming me. I tried to tell them about…”

“About what, mo chridhe?”

“I told them I had been raped. They only cared that a man had raped me, they ignored they had women do it too. And they only cared because they needed to do a fucking std test. I told my brother that they had a woman rape me and he said that must’ve been the best part… He didn’t mean it that way… but it felt like one more person blaming me. So I just…. Didn’t bother telling him the rest. I never told anyone. I’m dirty. It feels like the grave dirt is in my cells, packed in every single organ.”

Soap held him tight. “I believe you. I believe you.” 

Ghost sobbed, frustrated that no tears fell. He wanted the emotions out of him. “I can feel their hands sometimes. I fought back. I promise I did.”

“Simon, that doesn’t matter. Even if you didn’t fight, it wasn’t your fault. You were… captured. You couldn’t protect yourself then, but you can protect yourself now. And I’m going to protect you too. Keep you safe with me.” Soap put him to his chest, feeling his LT fall to pieces. He held him tighter, trying desperately to keep him together. 

“I hated it. I didn’t want anyone to touch me for so long. I want… I want to be normal again. I want touch to be safe.” 

Soap frowned. “Is my touch okay?”

“Yes. It’s so good. But I… I just…” 

“You don’t have to explain.” Soap reassured, pulling him so he was laying down. He curled around him as best he could despite Ghost being way too damn big to wrap all the way around him like he wanted.

“Do you… think less of me?”

“No, of course not.” Soap felt his heart squeeze. He’d kick those doctor’s asses one day. 

“Love you, Johnny.”

“Love you too, Simon.”

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #queue for dinner again hunny?

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

helloo!! may I request Nanashi (nnt) x Kitsune! reader (gender neutral) please? <33

Hello! Thank you for requesting!

Forgive me for the delay! 

I hope this is of your liking, please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: I did a HC format, I hope that's ok! 

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• You both met when you were injured by demons.

• You were badly hurt and curled in a spot in the forest.

• But Nanashi found you, he realized you were still alive and decided to help you.

• At first you thought you were hallucinating.

•  So when you regained consciousness, you were confused as to why you had a blanket and a fire was near you.

• As you started to move around, you heard a voice calling out to you - a male voice.

• You jumped and turned around meeting Nanashi on a corner, but as soon as you turned around, pain took over.

• He calmly told you to stay still and you did oblige, but not before cowering again.

• After introducing yourself and asking his name you both fell into an awkward silence.

• Just the sound of the fire cracking. 

• You eventually asked reason for helping you and he just shrugged it off replying " is there a reason not to?"

• With that answer you turned into a tiny ball, hugging your tail.

• Nanashi sighed and asked you what happened to you to have such nasty injuries.

• He asked you if the demon was still around, as you said you didn't know you could see something similar to an interest glimmering in his eyes.

• From there onwards you made many questions to the man - why he was interested, where he was going, why demons annoyed him and so on.

• Nanashi didn't answer all of your questions, but some he did. And you respected what he didn't feel like sharing.

• As you got better, you told him you were fine to be on your own, but the man didn't leave until you were 100%.

• When that day arrived he asked you if you had a place to go. 

• Coincidentally you were both headed the same way - the forest you lived was near his destination.

• So you tagged along with him.

• That is how you grew closer.

• Each day with you, even when you were injured, he was interested in you.

• As a kitsune you often curled on your own tail, you were skilled at cutting fruits with your claws - they always looked flawless.

• You moved your ears around a lot to capture noises and you were very curious about everything.

• He also realized that you twitched your ears whenever something would brush against it.

• So, safe to say he felt pretty much amused on your trip together. 

• You said a brief goodbye there, you were a little sad to say bye to your savior, so you invited him to stop by your forest at any time ! 

• He grinned at you and ruffled your hair.

• You guys met again some time later. 

• You were very happy about seeing him again and Nanashi was glad you were alive.

• Upon this meeting you both went on a few adventures together - for you it was mostly exploring and messing with thieves and for him was finding a good challenge.

• But he always kept you safe whenever he got to fight. 

• You could handle yourself, but for some reason, he felt like he shouldn't involve you or let you get hurt again.

• Some people were shocked to see a stoic guy being so fine with some as curious and talkative as you.

• Talking about people, he helped you hide your appearance  - you could create an illusion, yes, so you looked like a regular human, but he insisted you should wear a hoodie.

• Slowly Nanashi felt like telling you about his past - he once had wings.

• You listened to his story, your eyes were shining with excitement, curiosity and happiness. Yes, happiness, he was opening up to you.

• He felt a bit taken aback when he saw your eyes so shiny, but he soon felt comfortable and gave a small smile to you.

• After some more time you started to curl up near him to sleep. 

• He didn't mind at all, in fact he lowkey enjoyed it - you were warm.

• Your relationship never had direct words of affection, but for some reason you always knew this was precious.

• The way he enjoyed your presence or even how he patted your head.

• When you told him you loved him, he showed a bit of a surprise may have said reconsider .

• He patted your head and smiled at you. He said he cared about you too, in an awkward way.

• You loved teasing him by kissing his cheek suddenly - that caused him to be seemingly annoyed, but he did enjoy the affection.

• Nanashi's way of affection was taking care of you. He looked after your injuries and what you ate.

• He also loved when you curled up next to him to sleep - he never quite said it, but he always invited you to sleep.

• You gladly curled up against his side and the man would wrap an arm around you.

• He finds it adorable how happy you get for being able to cuddle.

• You'd think most people would want to touch your ears and tails, but Nanashi didn't really kept touching them all the time.

• He thought that, he didn't enjoy people touching his wings so you probably shouldn't enjoy it either.

• And he wasn't wrong.

• But sometimes he would scratch your ears whenever you laid near him during day time.

• He started scratching them in auto pilot while thinking about something else.

• His touch was light and very tender.

All in all, Nanashi is a quiet lover, but he is a loyal and sweet one. He doesn't voice his feelings very often, but his actions scream how he feels.

He loves you very dearly and will keep you out of harm's way. 

You are the best and cutest thing he found wandering around - such a curious and pure hearted being.

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Thank you for reading! 

Man it was tough to write for him…

I hope this was decent!

Thanks!

#nanatsu no taizai x reader #nanatsu no taizai #nnt x reader #nanashi nnt #nanashi x reader #nanashi nnt x reader

[hotsforharlow]

hi,

what about one where jack and reader have been roped into doing a lie detector test that urban bought for fun. maybe it’s just reader, jack, urban and neelam in a hotel room and decide to set it up. urban asks reader and jack questions about one another since it’s just the 4 of them there. juicy, maybe ends in smut idk thank youuu love how u capture jacks personality so well <3

AN: Hi, I hope this is what you wanted xx

You didn’t know whose idea this had been, but you were too nervous to stop it now. The set up was full of jokes and you couldn’t help but shake your head as Jack tried to be comfortable with that body of his. “Does this even work?” You couldn’t help but ask and move the wires as you watched the paper move.

“Of course it does.” Urban hummed and you had to roll your eyes at him. “And you are letting him do this?” You asked Neelam. She only giggled and settled herself on the sofa as your heart began to speed up. Your eyes locked onto Jack who seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. Of course he was, you thought to yourself. 

“Stop being a baby.” Urban hummed without any malice as he gently placed all the equipment on you. “You are doing it next.” You pout and try to settle yourself down. “Have you got something to hide?” Jack couldn’t help but tease. “Shut up Jack.” You mumbled, blushing madly as you ducked your head. “Okay, then, we’ll start off slow and easily.” Urban hummed mostly to himself. You began to relax at those words. “Y/N, do you think Jack is a good rapper?” Urban hummed teasingly as he lounged back into the chair. “Yes, of course.” You babbled out without thinking. Jack's soft smile warmed your heart.

“Ahh, you’ve got a fan.” Urban winked over at Jack who shook his head. “Do you think Y/N is pretty?” Urban continued. “Of course. Yes.” Jack’s answer tumbled from his mouth without a care in the world as you tried to stop yourself from blushing. You ducked your head down and hoped these questions would stay friendly. “Y/N, have you joined the mile high club?” Urban asked with a straight face as you continued to blush brightly. “No…” You answered truthfully, blushing even more as the paper moved and showed off your truthiness. “Have you Jack?” Urban turned to his friend; knowing full well the answer. 

“Yes, of course.” He answered as confidently as ever and you hoped one day to be like that but you knew it was never going to happen. A spark of jealousy moved through you as images of him with another girl came over your mind. “How many boyfriends have you had, Y/N?” Urban hummed. “Oh..um, just a couple..” You babbled out, blushing even more as you looked anywhere but Jack. “A couple..just two then?” Urban prodded like the little bitch he could be and you could only nod your head. “That’s cute.” He hummed with Jack chuckling and enjoying finding out about you.

“And you, Jack?” Urban teased as he watched the lie detector move up and down. “Dude, you know I can’t count that many.” Jack hummed, without care. You chewed on your bottom lip and locked eyes with him for a quick moment. He winked at you and had you ducking your head once more. The session carried on; only becoming more and more spicier as the night progressed and you couldn’t help but get more and more aroused. “Right, then I think we’ve learnt a lot about each other.” Urban chuckled. You locked eyes with Jack once more before beginning to move the wires from you.

“Can’t believe we did that.” You mumbled mostly to yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair. “I enjoyed it.” Jack hummed, a smirk playing on his face as you shook your head. “Of course you did.” You giggled. “Well, I’m going to bed.” Neelan muttered with a soft yawn as she hugged you goodbye. “Me too.” Urban called, downing the last of the beer. You didn’t catch the wink he shot over to Jack as he pecked your cheek before leaving. “Are you going to bed too?” You softly asked Jack when Urban left the room. “Do you want me to?” Jack asked, looking you up and down in a not so subtle way.

“I mean, you can stay..if you want.” You whispered as he stepped closer and your own eyes began to look over him. “Yeah?” Jack hummed, his thumb moving to brush your cheek and you found yourself leaning in, “Yeah.” A moment passed before he began to lean in and you moved to meet his lips. You softly whimpered and your hand moved up his chest to clutch at the top he was wearing. Your eyes began to flutter as you tried to compose yourself. “Wanted to do that for ages.” Jack whispered against your lips. You blushed sweetly at his words and moved to duck your head down. 

“Hey, don’t hide from me.” He cooed, softly cupping your face for a moment as you lost yourself in those blues of his. You didn’t waste any time leaning in for another kiss as you looped your arms around his neck. He gently backed you up against the wall and you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands slowly moved up and under your top. Goosebumps spread across your soft skin at his touch. Those blues of his locked onto you once more, “Are you sure?” Jack softly asked, stroking your cheek. “Yes…” You whispered breathlessly before leaning in to hotly capture his lips once more.

#jack harlow x reader #requests

[mxanigel]

A lengthy snippet I'm proud of from Chapter 6 of Cut to the Feeling, an Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin) fanfic. Shion first realizes she's falling in love with Levi in the aftermath of the disastrous 57th Expedition, thus spoilers abound for that arc.

As of Chapter 11, this fic is rated M for canon-typical violence, language, and emotional abuse. New chapters every 1-2 weeks!

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Hange tilts Shion’s chin upward, carefully inspecting her face. “You’re injured. You need to get that checked out.”

“It could’ve been worse. Got slashed by a tree branch while staying out of reach of one Titan. Injured my hands climbing brick to evade the other one.”

“On your own. Damn. That’s impressive.”

Desperate feels like a more appropriate word here than impressive. “It took me a long time to handle them. The second was pretty small. And it nearly got me.” She swallows. “I… I almost gave up. Your words saved me. You told me to come back, remember?”

Hange’s jaw drops, and then they hug her again. “I’m so glad you returned.”

“Can you tell me what happened with our mission?”

“We failed,” a male voice interjects.

Shion meets Commander Erwin’s gaze over Hange’s shoulder. “We’re calling it the ‘Female Titan,’ right? It got away?”

“Yes.”

“Did the weapon not work?”

“Oh, it worked. Trapped her perfectly,” Hange says, drawing back from Shion. “But she was too clever for us. Kept hardening her skin to the point that our blades couldn’t cut it. So we couldn’t extract her. But that ability has its limits. We were wearing her down.” They throw their hands upward. “Then she screamed, and that scream summoned Titans to consume her Titan form! The spy herself escaped. And then…” Hange trails off.

What the fuck? It’s too much to absorb all at once. “And then what?”

“She disguised herself as one of us, ambushing Levi’s squad,” Commander Erwin replies.

Despair hollows her chest. “Who… who survived?”

Hange grimaces. “Only Levi. He wasn’t there for the ambush. Afterward, he and Mikasa managed to take Eren back from the Female Titan. But they couldn’t capture or kill her.”

She stumbles backward. How could this happen? She saw the four of them mere hours ago. Petra with her kind smile. Gunther’s careful consideration of those around him. Eld’s quiet demeanor that paired well with his keen observation skills. Even Oluo, as annoying as he was, didn’t deserve to die at the hand of a spy, a person like Eren who could become a Titan.

Today she lost one squadmate, a person she met this morning. Levi handpicked his team and has worked with them, lived with them for far longer. All skilled, all veterans, gone like that. When he was absent. “Where is Levi?”

Commander Erwin stares at her for a few heartbeats before pointing to a wagon about twenty meters away. Without another word or even saluting, Shion sprints in that direction, her own exhaustion be damned. She skids to a halt at the sight of Levi hunched over, woodenly going through the motions of tuning his ODM gear. He stares intently at his equipment, eyebrows drawn together, eyes sunken, mouth flattened into a thin line.

Her heart shatters into pieces. What should she say? What can she say?

Then he looks up. “Shion.” The smallest spark of life flickers into his eyes. “You survived.”

“I… I did.”

“I’m glad.” His voice is barely louder than a whisper, gravelly with the weight of what he’s lost. 

“I’m glad you’re alive, too.” She hangs her head. “I’m… I’m sorry about your squad.”

He flinches. “Soldiers die.”

She instinctively begins to reach for his arm before deciding against the gesture. “And we remember them.”

“Yes… we do.”

The barely-controlled emotion in his tone prevents her from saying anything else. Unable to move away from the crushing silence, she leans against the side of the wagon, desperate to sort her thoughts.

She knows next to nothing of what happened. She still can’t believe they suffered this many casualties. Whoever the spy is must have far better control of their Titan form than Eren does. The one deadly glimpse she caught of the so-called Female Titan was terrifying enough: incredibly agile, quick to adapt to new information, utterly unafraid of Survey Corps soldiers. Perhaps because of the additional tricks at their— at her disposal. Hardening abilities? A scream that affects other Titans? Is that why so many abnormal Titans appeared today? How can a human become a Titan? What makes those Titans different? How much do we still not know about these monsters?!

“I expected you to ask me what I saw.”

Startled, she whips her head toward him. “It sounds like you saw hell. If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen, but I won’t ask.”

“… Thank you.” Levi turns his gear in his hands and then sets it aside. He slowly slides off the wagon, carefully and deliberately placing his weight onto his right leg.

“Are you injured?” she blurts out.

“I’ll heal. In time.”

She won’t ask how his squad died, why he got hurt, but she desperately wishes to know. She longs to offer a hand, but his demeanor screams at her not to. The burden of the words she can’t say squeezes air from her lungs.

His gaze bores into her forehead. “You’re injured, too.”

“It could’ve been worse.”

“Mm.” He glances over his shoulder. “If you haven’t yet seen them, your squad’s keeping watch to our east.”

They aren’t my squad. Except she can’t say that now. Not to him. “Th-Thanks.”

“You sent them ahead without you. They were worried.”

How does he know that? “I should go apologize.”

“Don’t fucking apologize. Your survival will tell them that leaving you behind was the right choice.”

His words may be harsh, but he wouldn’t say them if he didn’t care. Warmth unexpectedly trickles into her heart, a familiar yet jarring emotion when juxtaposed against sorrow and bewilderment and horror. “I’ll go see them,” she promises.

“Good.” It feels like a dismissal.

Without another word, Shion trudges toward her surviving squadmates. Along the way, she realizes the name of the warmth her heart carries. Something it hasn’t held in years. Something she never thought she’d feel again.

This is a particularly shitty moment to fall in love.

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfic #aot fanfic #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin fanfic #Levi Ackerman #Hange Zoë #OC: Shion Miller #57th Expedition #fic: Cut to the Feeling #aot spoilers #snk spoilers #eventual polyamory

[crypter-047]

Departure + Mid-Year Patch Notes (June-2022)

Sup everyone! School's officially let out (for everyone including non-graduating classes that is), and we're all enjoying the summer alongside the relaxation it offers.

I've currently come back to Taiwan to meet up with my mother's side of the family. The first 3 days of home quarantine have elapsed, so now I'm just enjoying home to the fullest :)

With IB results coming out in a little less than 3 weeks, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't apprehensive at all. Although we took the non-exam contingency, it still feels like a really big moment in our lives (as it does literally decide a great part of our future).

The biggest thing I have for this post would probably be the farewells I've had to say. Our goodbyes amongst friends + classmates were relatively un-tearful (with exception to one of my friends who's also come back to Taiwan hahah. We'll be meeting back up in London), and I just thought that would be the general trend for my departure from China this time round.

But uhh yeah that didn't happen lol.

On our way to the airport, transferring between rides on a rest stop to avoid weird quarantining logistics, my mom got a voice message from my childhood babysitter. She's well into her 60s now, and with a mild fever she wasn't able to visit us before we left.

Listening to her message, I think many of the emotions that I've put on hold have unbottled themselves. I stayed largely in a state of numbness for the countless "farewell" (mostly an excuse to just hang out again hahah) parties and meetups, and watching our year group of 33 dwindle down to a measly 15-ish as many departed for their home countries and uni destinations was a weird experience.

It was until that moment, did some of the true weight of my departure really land. Hearing her voice and realizing that it would be so long till I saw her and many of my relatives and friends here in China again. That by the time I came back - if I came back to the same city, that is - so much of what I consider to be my hometown would look nothing like it did before.

Over the past few months, I've been biking whenever I could, around the city, trying to capture its essence, and that beautiful fusion of modernity and antiquity it held. Noticing the things that I have, in the past 17 or so years, just simply not slowed down to observe. I suppose it's thanks to this newfound emptiness in my schedule and wanderlust in my mind, that I've been able to really admire the city as she is before my departure.

Alongside that, trips have also been made easier by the metro. I still remember the opening of the metro line right next to my compound in Grade 5/ Year 6, and have since then been using it constantly to meet with friends, reach places, and for a while during my last year of high school, commute to and from school (combined with the public buses). I live pretty far away from my school and consequently, many of my classmates, but on the last day before leaving, a few of them were able to come to my place. I went with them around the city one final time. To have my closest friends see an otherwise relatively untouched aspect of my life was, to say the least, an interesting feeling to leave on.

Hearing the voice message by my babysitter, seeing the city blend into the highway leading to the airport, I think it finally registered to me that I would not be seeing any of this for a long, long, long, long time. And the same would be true for my group of friends. Despite the late-night hugs outside of the metro station as we waited for my cab, despite our group chats on various forms of social media. I knew that by the next time we met in person, we would all have grown, and changed, and that group dynamic would have shifted in some way.

And that, in short, it just wouldn't be the same.

I thanked my past self for choosing the shotgun seat on the van as I looked out the window and the passing view blurred with tears. Wearing glasses and a mask made it easier to pretend I wasn't crying, but in 2020 hindsight I probably shouldn't have went with calling it a runny nose.

My mood did get better as the tears fell (to be honest, the driver and my parents' complaints about the local COVID prevention administrations probably helped). I knew that there was little to remedy against about me leaving what was basically all my life behind, and that what I could do is wish for the best, and keep in frequent touch with all my friends and family.

After around 14 hours in travel time, we arrived at our home in Taiwan. Doing minimal unpacking and having a brief dinner, we went to bed. Though sadness from leaving China still remained, much of it was accompanied by a joy in reuniting with family that I have been separated from for two and a half years.

I suppose that's most of the process (?). Your guess would be as good as mine as to whether I'd wake up some day crying, feeling more homesick and nostalgic than ever to the high school days and life that I've barely left behind, missing the friends and family that I would not be seeing in person for such a long time.

But, for the first time in a while, I'll soon be facing a new chapter of my life, saying more hellos than goodbyes, in a vast new environment that I'll be able to call my second home for these next four years.

Plus, this farewell is pretty short-lived for many of my friends. Whether it be a planned circum-Taiwan biking trip, or literally going to the same university, reunions are already in place for many of those in our year group. And I believe that with the strong bonds we've forged over the two, the four, heck, the thirteen years, that our class of 2022 will never be too far away from one another.

as per usual, thanks for sitting through the word vomit that is this post. i'll keep my fingers crossed that tumblr's new post editor doesn't eat this up, and hopefully, be able to update y'all with more news now that i'm in Taiwan. see you soon! <3

#summer #relax #university #goodbyes #new chapter #class of 2022 #graduation

[tommybaholland]

when their s/o overhears something negative about themselves

featuring: yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, and toge inumaki

obsessed with jjk for no reason right now, probably just some delusional yearning. read the manga but also, don’t. i had two other characters planned but these turned out longer than i thought they would and didn’t have time to write the others so i’ll do a part two soon! enjoy :)

itadori 

you were on your way to meet him in his dorm room. as you got closer to your destination, you heard the voice of none other than aoi todo. 

“come on, brother. let’s go out on the town and find beautiful women. i will not stop until the both of us are victorious!”

you had nothing against todo but he could be quite...vapid. 

“i told you already,” your boyfriend replied. “i have an s/o and it’s y/n.”

todo gasped. “you’re actually dating them?”

“yes, todo. i am.” you could hear the annoyance in his voice, which made you giggle quietly. 

“but brother, they’re not your type at all!”

okay, now you had something against todo, brows furrowing at his reply. however, yuji’s response stabbed you right in the heart. 

“no. they’re not,” yuji spoke candidly. 

you couldn’t deny that it was true. you didn’t look anything like jennifer lawrence in the poster in his room, which had never bothered you until now. 

“so why waste your time on them then?” todo pressed. you leaned in closer to the door frame to hear his response. 

“i’m not wasting my time. they’re beautiful both inside and out and i think i love them. i want to spend as much time as i can with them.” 

you were touched but those were just words. 

“which by the way, they’re going to be here any second so you should go.” 

you decided it was time to make yourself known as you pretended to have just arrived at his room, standing in the threshold of the door. you noticed that the poster was gone and there were several pictures now taped to his wall.

“oh, hey, sweetie!” your cute boyfriend greeted. “todo was just leaving.”

“hey, y/n,” he replied nonchalantly as if he wasn’t just insulting you. he looked back to yuji. “i’ll be in touch, brother!” 

yuji shut the door behind him before turning back to you, sighing in relief. 

“thank god he’s gone.” he smiles as he sees you examining his wall. “i was going to surprise you but todo got in here somehow and distracted me.”

there were pictures of everything: his classmates, selfies with gojo, the second years. but there were many pictures of just you and him, some being left in a pile on his bed. you pick up one of you two laughing while laying in bed together. well, you look like you’re coughing up a lung but he’s looking at you, smiling. it’s blurry but captures the nature of your relationship perfectly. 

“i was having trouble figuring out which ones to put up. wanna help me?” he asked brightly with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. 

you looked over to his sweet face before wrapping your arms around his neck, attacking him with a hug. he stumbled back a bit but caught himself, steadying you in his arms. 

“whoa. i guess this means yes?” he laughed at your sudden burst of affection.

“yes. i’d love to help,” you reply as you pull away to look at him again. 

“okay. cool,” he spoke quietly before leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. he pulled away, keeping you close as he brushed back some of your hair. “by the way, you look really pretty today.”

oh, yeah. he’s the one. 

fushiguro 

the kyoto school was getting ready to leave after having a joint training session with the tokyo students. while you were in the restroom, you heard two other voices join you. picking your feet up off the ground, you listened in as the familiarity struck you. 

“did you see them today? what a joke,” momo cackled.

“i know, right?” mai agreed. “even miwa could take them down.”

you scowled in anger at the realization that they were talking about you. you and inumaki were the only ones to go up against miwa and it’s obvious that they weren’t making fun of the cursed speech user.

“jesus, they’re worse than maki. i wonder if they can even see curses. at this rate, they’ll be grade four forever.”

“you better watch out, mai. i think they’re with fushiguro,” momo remarked. 

mai scoffed. “figures. someone as boring as him would date someone as weak and helpless as them.”

“could be kind of cute, you know? the prince saves the damsel in distress,” momo swoons. 

mai laughs “yeah, right! if you’re a sorcerer, that’s just sad. but they’re barely a sorcerer so you might be right.”

they finally left the bathroom, their laughs being drowned out by the slam of the door yet they remained to echo in your head. you stayed in there a few minutes more to be sure that they were gone, letting a few tears fall in the process. you were still relatively new at jujutsu but you were there before itadori and he’s already mastered the black flash technique.

your cursed technique was rather simple but hard for you to use, for some reason. you had worked tirelessly on it, having to bandage the wounds it would leave on your hands. maki had tried teaching you a few moves with cursed tools, which was better, but your close-range combat could still use more work. 

you were frustrated beyond belief. not a day goes by that those feelings of inferiority sit in the back of your mind and situations like this did not help. bringing megumi into it was something else. it was hard not to let it get to you. and you had a more difficult time hiding it from him. 

exiting the bathroom, you looked over to see the mai, momo, and the rest of the kyoto students were waiting by the entrance, presumably for utahime. you fumed quietly as you walked back over to megumi who had been waiting outside for you. 

“you okay?”

“yeah. i’m fine,” you replied monotonously, avoiding his eyes. 

he frowned before taking your hand and leading you away from the open area without saying anything. 

“what are you doing?” you asked rather angrily as you arrived to a more private spot on the deck outside the dorm rooms. 

“there’s something wrong and i need you to tell me,” he finally spoke, his hand continuing to hold yours. 

“i told you that i’m fine.”

“you’re a terrible liar, you know that?” he remarked. “did something happen?”

he had a feeling he knew what it was as you kept quiet, turning your head away so that he wouldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes. he took hold of your other hand, lifting them up to look at the several bandages covering various parts of your hands. 

“is it your cursed technique?”

you looked down at your hands as you began to cry. megumi tightened his hold around your wrists. 

“look, shoko can heal these and we can work on it some more,” he offered.

you shook your head. “what does it matter? they’ll open back up again anyway because i can’t control my stupid technique even though i’m trying my best,” you sobbed, your form beginning to slump over. 

he sighed, gathering you into his arms as you cried into his uniform. he closed his eyes, his nose pressing into the side of your head. a memory was floating around in his head, wanting to share or even remind you of it. 

“hey, do you remember what gojo said? it’s probably a latent power and you’re just not ready to use it yet. it has nothing to do with your strength or ability. it’ll come to you one day and it’ll all make sense. until then you have other options but giving up isn’t one of them.”

he opened his eyes, pulling you away from him. he cradled your face in his hands, catching a few tears with his thumbs. he offers a reassuring smile as he continues.

“like you said, you’re trying your best and that’s all you can do for right now. keep working with maki and i’ll help too if you want. when the time comes, i have a feeling you’ll be stronger than anyone else. yuta went through something similar and he’s a special grade sorcerer now.”

“you’re not weak and you’ll be ready when it comes. do you understand?”

you nod, trying to give him a reassuring smile of your own. 

“good. now come here.”

he pulls you into another hug, one that was tighter than before. you rub your eye, sniffling a few times as your tears subside. he smoothes your hair down, lightly swaying you back and forth. 

“thank you, megumi. i’m so lucky to have you.”

“sure. and i think i’m the lucky one.” 

inumaki 

“maki, don’t you think that y/n and inumaki are the cutest couple?”

you stopped your movement as you heard your name come out of nobara’s mouth. it was dinner time and you had ordered something for you and toge to eat, planning to eat together after he returned from a small mission. you were grabbing some chopsticks and napkins from the dorm kitchen where panda, maki, and nobara happened to be sitting out on the terrace. 

“they’re not bad,” she replied candidly. “but apparently other people don’t think so.”

“what?! are you serious? who?” nobara questioned.

“yeah. tell us,” panda agreed. 

maki sighed. “i probably shouldn’t even be telling you two this but kamo said something about them.”

“which is?” panda pressed.

“wait, the guy with the blood technique?”

“yes,” maki confirmed for nobara. “he said that y/n doesn’t really like inumaki and that they’re only dating him because they don’t want to be cursed or something.” 

the other two gasped in exasperation. 

“are you sure?” panda questioned.

“i heard it myself,” she replied. “when we went to kyoto for that one event.”

“he said that to you?” nobara asked.

“i overheard him say it to the rest of the kyoto group so basically, yeah.”

nobara scoffed at her response. “gross. why would he even say something like that?” 

maki shrugged. “he definitely seemed threatened by the inumaki clan kicking the kamo clan out of the big three.”

“you got that right,” panda agreed.

you decided to leave at that point, returning back to your room where toge said he would meet you. 

you couldn’t get the conversation out of your head. you appreciated that your friends seemed to disagree with the statement but the fact that anyone, especially someone who didn’t know you at all, would say that. you didn’t care much for most of the kyoto students but you tolerated them to an extent. 

it was only hearsay but it was maki who heard it and she doesn’t lie so you took it to heart. you really just hoped that the other person involved didn’t feel that way. 

suddenly, you heard a knock at your door, and in popped the familiar off-white hair of your boyfriend. 

“hey, toge,” you greeted. you noticed the more casual attire that he said he was going to change into before coming over to you. he also wasn’t wearing his face covering, something he often did if he knew it was just going to be the two of you. 

“everything go okay?” you asked as you got his food out while he made himself comfortable on the floor at the kotatsu. 

“salmon,” he replied, giving you a thumbs up. 

“that’s good to hear.”

you sat down close to him, handing him his food and some chopsticks. “tuna,” he responded, which is something he says when he wants your attention. 

“yes?”

he motioned for you to come closer with his finger. you leaned closer to him, allowing him to place a quick kiss on your cheek and then drawing a heart around the spot with his thumb which meant something close to ‘thank you. i love you.’ 

“oh, sorry,” you apologized. you usually greeted him with a kiss but you realized that you forgot, having been distracted with your thoughts. 

“bonito flakes,” he replied, waving his hand as if to say, ‘no worries.’ 

you stayed silent for the next few minutes, wanting him to enjoy his food. he tried to initiate more conversation with you but you gave vague, short answers which seemed strange as you were usually more upbeat. it was also just weird that he was being the talkative one. 

after you had finished eating, you remained on the floor, too full to get up. he scooted closer to sit right beside you and did the ‘counting shoulders’ move, tapping both of his shoulders and then the one of yours closest to him before wrapping his arm around you. it was just something goofy that he did and you still laugh that he does even though you’re dating. 

he grinned as you laughed before pointing to your chest and then giving a thumbs up. “salmon?”

he was asking you if you were okay.

“yeah. i’m okay,” you replied, leaning in to give him a reassuring kiss on the lips. you then leaned into him as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm. it was quiet again and without food to distract you, you couldn’t lead him on like that. 

“you know i trust you, right, toge?” 

his free hand grabbed yours. “salmon,” he replied. the small physical gestures really helped him put meaning into his safe words when communicating with you. the hand grab combined with his affirmative word translated to ‘of course.’

“okay,” you replied simply, satisfied with his answer. however, he wasn’t with yours. he nudged you off his shoulder.

“tuna.”

you lifted your head off of him to look at him, silently waiting for elaboration. he poked your forehead before turning his head to look into your ear. he wanted to know what you were thinking. 

“i’m okay, toge. i promise,” you giggled. 

“bonito flakes,” he shook his head before tapping your nose and pulling his finger out from it, telling you that you’re lying. 

you sighed, knowing that he wasn’t going to give this up. “okay. you got me,” you admitted. he cupped a hand over his ear to signal that he was listening. 

“there is something bothering me. apparently, someone at kyoto thinks that i’m only dating you because i’m afraid that you’ll curse me. i know that’s not true at all but i just didn’t want it to get back to you and make you think that i don’t trust you or something,” you explained. 

you couldn’t read the expression in his violet eyes, which made you more worked up. 

“i just want you to know that i trust you and know that you would never hurt me, toge,” you added, your voice breaking. 

he shook his head frantically as he tried to wipe your tears away quickly before squishing your cheeks to try to make you smile again. 

“bonito flakes,” he says again, shaking his head. you’re confused as to what he means. he takes one of your hands, opening it up to show your palm. he looks at you as he writes the words,

i trust you.

then he draws a plus sign for ‘and’ then writes out

i love you. 

usually, he’ll draw a heart to make it quicker but writing out the whole sentence puts the emphasis on the statement. 

then he does something he’s never done before. he draws an infinity symbol into your hand, repeating it a few times until your eyes widen in realization. 

“forever?” 

“forever.” 

he confirms it out loud for you to hear. you start to tear up again, your bottom lip quivering. you don’t know what to say so you just reach out and throw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. 

“i love you, toge,” you sniffle. “forever.”

“salmon?” he asks, returning back to his usual vernacular. 

you pull away, wiping your eyes so you reply while looking into his pretty ones. 

“salmon.”

he chuckles before pulling you back in for a cute kiss <3

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#i am in love with toge thats all #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori x reader #yuji itadori x reader #itadori drabble #itadori fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro fluff #fushiguro drabble #inumaki x reader #to/ge inumaki x reader #inumaki fluff #inumaki drabble #tommybaholland

[silverdelirium]

HEAVEN | D.M

pleaseee why am i such a whore😭 i was gonna write fluff but oh well, this is pretty shitty too so i’m sorry

summary: draco fucking you on the kitchen counter while your toddler sleeps on the couch in the living room.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, oil play? idk what it’s called but yeah, light degradation

———

“Is he asleep?” you asked your husband as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind while you were cutting up some vegetables for today’s lunch.

“Yeah, on the couch though, if i moved him to his room he would’ve woken up.” he answered before delivering a kiss to the back of your head as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo, the one he fell in love with oh so many years ago. He was certain that that’s what heaven would smell like when his time arrived.

And right now it almost seemed like it had arrived 7 years ago when he first asked you out. You in his arms, the little blob of flesh and blonde hair sleeping in the living room outside the kitchen. He was certain that he was in heaven.

The moment of bliss Draco passed, vanished a bit when a certain lust clouded his mind when you bent forward a little to grab the oil for the salad, your plump ass fitting like a puzzle on his clothed groin that began to tighten by the minute.

Draco, a little annoyed that his body’s natural response to the love of his life ruined his moment of cloud nine, tried to pay no mind to this, assuring himself he could wait until night when you guys could do it in your private soundproof bedroom.

You obviously took notice of his little problem, deciding to mess around a bit, you placed the oil next to the bowl of the salad and while mixing it, decided to lean your bum on his clothed cock a bit more, making it seem like you were just trying to get comfortable.

This emitted a low groan from Draco, starting to acknowledge the game you were trying to play. Is that how you wanted to be? Alright then.

Draco lightly grinded his, now bulged, groin into your ass, while moving his hands from your waist to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You shuddered a bit at this, yet continued to amplify his torture by leaning forward, with much more of a stretch than needed to “reach the salt” but still applying enough pressure on him.

He had enough, so he leaned his upper half forward and grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and manage to turn your head to the left, so he leaned his head close enough to your ear and whispered “Why are you playing with daddy sweetheart, thought you were a good girl?”

Your mouth parted at this, he used this as his advantage and captured your lips in his from where he had your head turned. The kiss quickly became heated, tongues exploring each other’s mouth, heads tilting, salad long forgotten.

Draco started to lift your shirt over your head, the kiss breaking for a second to toss it completely off, using this tiny break to take his off in the process, as to not waste time, both of you still aware that scorpious only slept for a good 40 minutes on a regular nap, you silently hoped that it would be one of those days where he slept for about an hour and a half. But you couldn’t be certain.

Draco turned you fully around now, you wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands massaging your ass. And he grabbed the hem of your shorts and yanked them down, your panties going off too, without breaking the kiss since you managed to slid them down your legs fully and stepped out of them.

He wasted no time in unclasping your bra, after 7 years of practice with you, it paid off for moments like this, but he still wanted to make everything with you memorable so he guided your naked form towards the counter and turned you around so you were bent forward, your left cheek pressing against the cold marble, but fuck the marble, you only cared about your husband being inside you and your baby boy not waking up right now.

Draco grabbed the bottle of oil that was next to the salad and poured it on your back. You gave a loud gasp at this.

“Shh baby be quiet, wouldn’t want our child waking up and seeing mama being a loud little whore do we now?” He taunted while rubbing the oil up and down your back, bringing it down to your ass cheeks, being careful not to put it anywhere near your pussy, not that it needed anyway, with the way it was basically dripping by now.

“N-no daddy” you said softly, your heat pooling with more arousal at the feeling of his large hands running down your body.

“Now be quiet and be a good slut for daddy, yeah?” You hummed at this, not being able to find your voice.

Draco pulled his sweatpants, along with his boxers, down enough to let his erected cock out, he massaged your ass before putting it in, your mouth parted open and a quiet moan escaping you at the feeling of being full.

“God- daddy you’re so big” you moaned out, not loud enough for scorpious to hear but enough to alert Draco. He had to control himself from slamming his hand down on your glistening ass, instead grabbing it roughly with one hand, and the other grabbing the back of your neck once again and pulling you up so your back was arched and your boobs were off the counter, stomach still pressed against it.

“I said, shut the fuck up before you wake him up” He whisper-yelled.

“S-sorry daddy just want you to fuck me hard and fast” You whimpered.

“I will if you stay quiet, alright princess?” You gave another hum. So he grabbed both of your hipbones letting your head down and made sure his fingers were on top of them, knowing that at the speed he had planned, you were gonna have a very bad pain on your hips from the contact of the counter, so instead, he would obviously rather have his fingers crushed than you being hurt in any way.

He started to ram himself into you, showing no sympathy and doing as you had previously stated, fucking you hard and fast.

Draco was pounding into his wife like his life depended on it, and it was truly ironic that he had asked you to stay quiet when he was breathing heavy and tried to contain his groans because the way your pussy was pulsing around him and hugging his cock like a fucking vice was too much.

Both of you knew you weren’t gonna last long, and thank goodness for that because your toddler was gonna wake up any minute now.

“You gonna cum on my cock pretty girl? Gonna cum on daddy?” he asked, wanting to be certain his girl could finish first, always.

“Yes daddy i’m gonna cum!”

“Cum.”

And with the way your juices poured onto his cock, he couldn’t hold back and sank all the way into you and released inside you.

After the both of you got down from your high, draco pulled out gently, grabbing a kitchen towel and dabbing it in the tap water a bit before quickly cleaning himself and pulling his sweatpants back up as fast he could.

The he marched towards you and started cleaning you up. He was obviously gonna give you a bath after to get you properly clean but for now, this would do.

Draco grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and put it on you, and grabbing your panties that were laying on top of your shorts and put them on. When he finished dressing you up, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

And as if on cue, right when he was lovingly gazing into his wife’s eyes, a small paddle of feet could be heard coming closer to the kitchen entrance, draco and you turned to look over his shoulder to watch a four year old toddler rubbing his eyes before beaming at the sight of his parents.

“Mama” he cheered, after not seeing you before his nap, his instinct told him to go see you.

“Hi baby” you said before picking him up.

And as Draco watched his son and wife, the people he loved the most, conversing together he realized that indeed, he probably died years ago and is currently in heaven.

#draco malfoy story #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy fic #husband!draco #dad!draco

[4dtk]

hello, i hope you’re doing well! can I request holding hands 13, hugs 34, kiss 7 & 31, and touching 38 with johnny? the plot could revolve them finally deciding that it’s time they’re ready to try for kids since they just moved into a new place! thank you <

got carried away. enjoy LMAO

hand-holding, 13: linking hands together during sex

hugs, 34: hugging while grabbing butt

kisses, 7 & 31: passionate kisses, gentle stroking of cheeks

touching, 38: stroking their leg

warnings/tags: dom!johnny, sub!reader, fem!reader, breeding/impregnation kink, daddy kink, brief cockwarming, cunnilingus/oral (f receiving), fingering, missionary, mating press, vaginal penetration

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!!!

"how’d you like the place, mrs. suh?" you can’t help but let out a smile at the honorific, leaning into his side at the stunning place you’d manage to get. taking inspiration from pinterest, the array of options for you was blinding, but soon you settled on a style that you could both agree on along with the carefully crafted furnishings you’ve chosen.

"it’s so sexy," you whisper with a laugh, looking around at the pristine kitchen counters and overhead lighting. you’re saying it half as invitation, and you smile knowingly when johnny turns it around to compliment you.

"ya know what else is sexy?" rolling your eyes, you turn to face him to see a lazy smirk stretch across his face. johnny says nothing more and leans in gently, taking your lips with his in a sensual kiss that shows no matter how cheeky he is with you, the love that’s gotten him wrapped around your finger is undeniably unconditional. in a way, it was literal, too where the silver band wraps around your fourth finger as a reminder of your shared love.

your husband pulls away just for a second, "for how many times i’ve came in you, i was sure i would’ve knocked you up by now." johnny has the pleasure to witness the malfunction of your brain, unable to form any words at the casual sentence he drops about fucking impregnating you. he coos and lets out a giggle when you try to pull away from him in embarrassment.

"you-! you’re really not shy saying those kinds of things?!" playfully you push him away, ignoring the turn in your stomach when he had murmured with a low voice. his apology came in the form of kisses along your forehead right up to your lips where you melt once again into his chilling embrace, fingertips as cold as the arctic while his body emanated warmth. you never understood his body temperature, but you couldn’t care much when his touches leave traces of electricity along your skin.

johnny walks you back, feeling around for the kitchen counter that he accidentally bumps you against. with a muttered apology said in haste, your lover captures your lips with his even more hungrily, using the strength in him to prop you up onto the counter. reluctantly, he pulls away again.

"aren’t you an eager one?" his hand strokes the legs that accommodate him, spread to hold him as close to you while his forehead rests on yours.

"how can i not? you’re so tempting without even knowing it…"

you sigh affectionately, "is it also as tempting as kids running around in our new house?"

johnny jerks back in surprise. "you… you want to try, now?"

with a hesitant smile, you reply, "i mean, why not?" you’re afraid you’ve said the wrong thing when johnny’s surprised look doesn’t let up, but soon you’re met with his contagious laugh, looking at you like you were the only thing to exist in his world. his heart’s never felt so warm before looking at you as it does right now and he has to hold himself back from taking you then and there.

"now who’s the eager one?"

you fail to shove him away, a grin plastered on your face as your cheeks flare up completely now, "bitch, you were the one who made the lewd joke!"

"it was a fact," you roll your eyes for the second time that night, pulling him in anyway to smash your lips with his. you're needy, unable to keep your hands off of him even when your skin is stinging from the cold temperature of the marble counters. johnny groans softly into your mouth, pushing onto your hips more and more to feel any form of friction with you.

he picks you off the counters effortlessly with a tight arm wound around your middle and lazy pecks placed onto your neck.

"do you think we'll get a noise complaint tomorrow?"

pursing your lips and shrugging was your answer, impatient with the countless questions and quips johnny liked to do during your sessions. "okay, okay, i'll shut up." johnny knows you like the back of his hand. it's an obvious feat, certainly, since you decided to say yes to his private proposal on the top of an observatory. under the stars, where they had given their blessing.

johnny knows you like the back of his hand in that way, too. and you forgot how fucking skilful he could be when duty calls.

you find your brows furrowed and your hand clutching onto the sheets for dear life while johnny's tongue relentlessly flicks against your clit. he eats like it's his last meal, both hands holding your thighs open. the warmth of his tongue makes you shiver, already feeling your slick leaking in between your cheeks.

obscene noises bounce off the walls of the new place, sheets already messy from your constant thrashing although everything else — the cupboards, the bedside table, the vanity — looked untouched. at least now you know this innerspring mattress was a good choice.

"you- fuck, johnny!" your moans only fuel your lover more, who settles into a more comfortable position, suctioning your bud into his mouth. your body twitches so much that you can feel the tightening of his grasp on your thighs, stilling you into a thrilling sensation of oversensitivity even before he's got himself buried in you.

"argh- fuck, fuuuck, mhnh-!" johnny swears his eyes roll back at the way you groan out multiple please's, which merges with the whimpers for him to go faster and deeper just as he sticks a finger in. your cunt clasps around the digit easily, mouth now speechless from how deep he reaches into you. "oh my god, j-johnny!"

johnny slips in a second finger, and a second later, a third which you easily welcome with your sopping pussy. he pumps all three into you at an agonisingly slow pace, half focusing on the lewd noises coming from below him and half licking up the arousal that lingers around his lips.

the hooded lids of his eyes stare up at you like prey, lowering his tongue back onto your clit. the combination makes you unravel, little mewls escaping your lips that contribute to the heat of the room.

"johnny- please fuck- please- can you fuck me now? c-can't-"

he shuts you up by sucking harder, causing your thighs to close in around his head. your pleas is not lost to him, but you're more focused now on chasing your high selfishly with how fucking good he's working his tongue despite the slow speed of his fingers.

"impatient." lick. "little." lick. "bitch." lick. he's loving every second where he doesn't give into you. "plus, you're gonna have to do more than that, honey."

"i-i need your cock, please, johnny!"

tut tut. "wrong name, baby." you whimper when his fingers slowly slip out, teasing your gummy walls by rubbing at your hole. you hardly can form any words, but you try your best anyway.

"c-cock, daddy- want your cock so fucking bad-"

"again."

sinking further into the delirious feeling of pleasure, you're willing to let go of any dignity just to have him deep in you, shooting loads and loads of his seed where there's no room for you to not get pregnant. "ah- d-daddy, please- i need your cock to split me open!"

"n-need your cum." the fingers halt, johnny's eyes are filled with you splitting your legs wider and wider. your hole is begging for him, clenching around nothing as it leaks more and more.

he hardly can contain his excitement, pants shimmied down to reveal his tight boxers. it's straining against his already hardened length, and he sighs in relief when he finally pulls the last remaining fabric down showing his tip that's angrily red, aching to be in you just by a few pumps of his hand. "all for you, pretty girl."

the name elicits a bashful smile from you, "need a suck, daddy?"

johnny caresses your sensitive sex gently, "'s okay, just wanna be deep in you. ain't that right, babygirl?"

you can taste him on your lips as he kisses you softly, a hand reaching up to stroke your cheek with a ghost of a touch. his eyes soften just a little before he nudges it into you, playing with your cunt just a little that deliciously clasps around the intrusion. a long groan leaves his lips when he finally gets deep into you, bottoming out in no time. smoothly, he slips an arm around your waist, supporting your arching back that grinds to feel more of him.

"that's right, baby, just like that. moan for me." his thrusts start out slow and you want to cum just from those few movements, his shaft brushing up against your walls so obscenely. your moans are like music to him, lips occasionally lingering at his ears where your repeated calls of daddy, daddy makes his thighs shake and his hips stutter.

you're certain you're drooling by now, trapping the man with your legs. his hips move quicker now, muttering praises that has your pussy fluttering around him and arms curling more around his neck. the line blurs more and more and all that's residing in your head is how good he feels in you paired with the wet pap, pap, pap of his hips meeting your cunt. gradually, the knot deep in your tummy tights like a coil, aching for release.

"god! j-johnny... you're so fucking deeep... hah-" with a tongue lolled out, you can only mumble short sentences, sometimes choked out in a sad attempt to call out to your lover. "ah- i am, a-aren't i? can't wait to- fuck- pump you full of my cum. want you filled to the brim, you'd like that, yeah?"

like a broken record, there's a chorus of yes's that leave you, at the thought of seeing your pussy struggling to take the many loads of johnny's seed as you whine and thrash at the way he'd push it back into you. and that's exactly what he plans to do.

he grunts when you tighten around him, jerking and transitioning into shorter, quicker strokes, desperate for release until he finally bursts. head buried in your neck, hot breaths littering your skin. you're not far behind, toes curling at the immense pleasure you're experiencing that when it comes, you shiver at the way you come undone, relishing in the way johnny spurts the warm liquid into you.

you're left to rest for a minute, his cock still buried in you. he can't get enough of you, he can never get enough of you. that's why he finds himself fucking into you again, the amount of rest not doing much for your sensitive body. it overwhelms you so much that you can't help but let your wanton moans fill the room, riddled with not a single thought.

"you feel so good around me, baby." johnny takes your legs, lifting them up from the previous missionary position. his cock delves deeper the same time he presses them into your chest, eliciting a shameless cry from you, begging him to move. "just to be certain, hm? gotta be sure that you're full of my cum — so i'd have the pleasure of seeing your belly swell up with my baby, your boobs full with milk."

"plus, i'm gonna need to be sure that i'm gonna become a daddy." using an arm to hold your legs down, the free hand grasps onto yours that's holding onto the headboard. he misses the first time, but catches your fingers in time with his thrusts.

"daddy... hah- please, you're filling me up so g-- so good!"

johnny groans, impaling you with his dick with a speed faster by the thousands compared to the previous round. with your legs tucked snugly to your chest, you can do nothing but plead with your eyes for any sort of relief.

"cum- cumming! cumming! jo- johnnyyy..." with a scream of his name, you're gushing around his length, head making a terrible indent into the softness of your pillows. your mouth grows lax, drool leaking from all sides of your mouth before the other's thrusts falter bit by bit. you take his cock to the hilt, balls twitching from releasing into you.

"fuck, baby, take it- take all of it in your pussy." he shoots another load deep into your cunt and you feel sticky all of a sudden, coming down from the intense high of the dizzying state you were always put in whenever johnny was in you. with a kiss to your twined hands, johnny murmurs out i love you to your fingers, planting another kiss on the silver ring that you donned.

weakly, you reply. "love you too, so much." although, you're confused when the other doesn't pull out.

"it's a plug. so i don't have to worry about you not getting a positive on that pregnancy test." you giggle at that. giving into him even when your legs return to their natural state. tenderly, johnny manoeuvres you onto your side, his still hard length resting in you and his hands move to your ass, squeezing it that makes you squeal softly. "it's a win-win. i get a baby, and you won't have to clean the sheets."

"oh my god," your words are littered with laughter, exchanging small talk with the slowly darkening sky with the promise of a little one and a lifetime with johnny suh, the man who'd given you the stars and the moon if you'd asked.

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Power Couple

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.

Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO

It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.

By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.

“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.

“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does. 

To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”

I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.

“Y/N!“

“Y/N!!“

“Corpse Wife has arrived!“

Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”

“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.

“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.

I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.” 

“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.

“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.

“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.

Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”

“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“

“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“

And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.

“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.

“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid. 

As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.

“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.

“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.

“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.

The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.

We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.

“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.

He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.

“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.

“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“

“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.

“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.

“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.

Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round. 

“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?”

“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.

“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.

“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.

“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.

In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.

*Later that night* 

After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.

“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change. 

“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”

In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.

I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.

Something tells me he does.

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A one shot where you and Tom are spotted by paps at the beach, and they take many videos of you. And you are just being cute. Like you take Tom's cap, playing with each others hands, kissing, hugging, looking at each other in awe, laughing, and then ofc in the water, your legs around his torso as he walks around in the water, you splash water at each other.

A/N: This idea is pretty cute. Thank you so much for sending it in!! I hope I covered everything and I hope you enjoy!💕

You thought your social media may have blown up after yesterday but you had no idea that it would blow up so much. You and Tom had had a day off together and the weather was just too good to pass on an opportunity to go out together.

You'd both decided on a beach day, it'd been a long time since either of you had been to one and Tom thought it'd be a good idea. You'd been together for almost two years now and neither of you cared much anymore if you were caught enjoying each other's company. Not like when you'd first gotten together and you'd spent a lot of time sneaking around.

The paps had of course found the two of you and taken many pictures an videos that had, naturally, landed themselves on the internet. Your phone had been going mad since you'd gotten up, you'd decided you needed a coffee before you dealt with it, so here you were coffee in hand, scrolling social media as you looked at all the moments that had been captured from the day before.

But why do they have to be so cute? You smiled at the comment before looking at the pictures attached. The first picture was a picture that looked relatively intimate.

"You look so pretty." Tom said, he was almost led on top of you, the backs of his knuckles running over your cheek as he stared at you.

"So are you." You said as you smiled at him, you were always glad to get days like this with him.

"No where near as pretty as you are darling." He mumbled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You giggled as he moved his kisses around your face before finally landing on your lips.

The paps had caught the moment at some point during the interaction and it had the fans going insane. You scrolled across as you looked at the second picture. You were sat with your back against his chest, his arms slung round you as he evidently said something into your ear.

"I missed you this month." Tom said, pulling you closer into him. He'd come back two days ago and after some much needed sleep, this was your first outing since then.

"I missed you too." You said as you kissed his forearm, running your hand along the veins that had seemingly made a home there. He placed his cheek on top of your head as you played with his fingers, tracing your fingers over his palm every so often. His fingers intertwining with yours after a good ten minutes of playing with them.

You smiled thinking about it, he made you so happy and you could see just how much in the pictures that had been captured. You moved onto the next set that had been taken, you were sat on a towel as Tom was talking to someone he knew that you'd bumped into, you couldn't keep your eyes off him. Admiring the fact that you had him here with you but the look of love and admiration was clear.

The next picture was when a dog had approached you and you're attention had turned to it as you stroked it. Tom was looking at you like you were the only person on the planet, mirroring the same look of love and admiration you'd had in the previous picture. You smiled as you read the caption.

It's not just the fact that they look at each other like that, they do it when they don't know the other is even looking at them.

It was true, no one had ever made you happier than Tom Holland. You moved onto one of the videos that had been captured, this one was seemingly one of the favourites. I feel like Y/N is the only person who can get away with that!

Tom had his cap on now, you were both stood as he gave you a sweet kiss before pulling back.

"What?" He asked, he'd taken note of the mischievous glint in your eye. You bit your lip before reaching up and grasping the cap in your hand before swiftly transferring it to your own head. "You little shit." Tom said before he went to take it back from you.

You dodged out of his way before setting off running down the beach, laughing as you heard Tom huff slightly, you knew you couldn't outrun him, but you could try right? It didn't take long before you felt his arms around your waist as he lifted you easily from the ground, a slight squeal leaving you.

He planted you back on your feet before turning you around, taking the cap and placing it back on his head.

The second video captured was from when you'd actually gone into the sea.

You'd been swimming around for a while and your legs had grown tired as you tried to keep yourself afloat. You watched Tom who did not seem to be having the same issue, you swam towards him before climbing onto his back, his hands catching your thighs.

"You okay?" He asked as you kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, my legs are just tired." You laughed and he grinned.

"One sec." He said before letting go of your legs, you furrowed your brows before he turned around to face you. "Come here." He said as he reached out for you, you smiled as you wrapped your legs around his torso, his hands placing themselves on your waist.

He pulled you in for a kiss, it was sweet and innocent as he deepened it slightly, it wasn't full of anything other than pure love for each other, no lustful thoughts behind it. His hand reaching up to cup your cheek as you both smiled into it.

After a while Tom had started walking around in the water with you, you were still clung to him, head resting on his shoulder, completely content with the moment.

"I like this on you." Tom said suddenly as he squeezed your behind, making you gasp.

"Tom!" You laughed, pulling back from him slightly before splashing him with water. He looked at you, mock shock on his face.

"Well excuse me for admiring my beautiful girlfriend." He grinned and you felt the water hit your face as he splashed you back. He was much stronger than you so the force and amount of water that hit you was more than had hit him. He laughed as you regained yourself, water had gone up your nose.

"Tom!" You shouted and once the water had cleared from your eyes, looking at him he had the biggest grin on his face. You moved away from him completely, swimming away on your back, using your foot to splash water back at him, hearing him laugh in response.

"Baby, I'm sorry, come back." He grinned at you after you'd stopped a safe distance away. You knew that look in his eyes, you were done for. You squealed as he eventually got close enough to use both hands to cover you in water. It spurred on a whole two minutes of the two of you splashing each other.

You were about to splash him again when you felt his hands grasp your wrists, pulling you closer to him. You felt as his lips collided with yours.

"I love you." Tom said.

"I love you."

The video was longer but it captured most elements of the fun side of your relationship. You were smiling as you watched it, it completely captured the love you had for each other and for once you weren't too bothered that the paps had caught you.

"Morning." You felt as Tom wrapped his arms around your shoulders from your spot at the dining table. You grinned as you locked your phone, turning to kiss him. "Not that I'm complaining but what was that for?" He grinned.

"I just love you so much."

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 Ransom and you have a complicated relationship. But his fucking makes it simple.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 +18 ONLY. IF YOU’RE A MINOR, i’ll kick your ass and also block u. insults, explicit language, smut (sex toy use, filmed sex, filmed masturbation, dumbification, breeding kink, squirting mention, spit play, blowjob, rough sex (all consented tho) creampie, daddy kink, "bitch", "whore", "cumslut", "slut"), use of spanish phrases without translation. WHEN IN DOUBT, DON’T READ. THAT’S IT.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

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The new lingerie set you’d bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.

The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making it’s way there.

You’ve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.

You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.

You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said “Thank you for the gift, I’m enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off too”. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.

📷

He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

“Que hermosa, mamita.” A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.

“Gracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.” You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.

You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, that’s what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family

He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldn’t wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.

“Hola, imbécil.”

“Now that’s not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.”

“Mhhm. Others gave me more, papito.”

“That so?”

“It is.”

“I got something more that they can’t give you. And you’re driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.”

“And I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.”

“Pictures?”

“Oh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddy”

“You were thinking of other cocks, slut?” He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.

“Not only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.” He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.

“Fucking bitch, I’m gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.”

“But daddy, I haven’t told you the best part yet!” You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. “The mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that I’m yours but I got others treating me better.” You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.

He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driver’s side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed

“You’re driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?”

“I did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.”

“Don’t talk like that, making me more horny.”

“I’m sure your hand can help you, guapo.”

“My hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore You’re giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boy’s taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.” So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.

“Daddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldn’t wait to taste you like this again.” He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.

“You fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?”

“No daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.”

“Yeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.” He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. “”Breathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.” You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.

“That’s right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.”

📷

You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.

“I’m gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.”

“Such a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.” You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.

“What a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.” He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didn’t stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.

“You’re such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. ‘Cmon, give it to me now.”

“Ah!” You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.

And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.” You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.

“We… We have to stop doing this.” Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.

“Baby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.”

“I know. But it’s different now, Hugh.”

“What the fuck you calling me that for?”

“‘Cause I got a new job. Lisa’s personal assistant. And I don’t intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.”

“You don’t have to work for shit, baby. I’ll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on me”

“What? Like a sugar daddy? No jodás.” You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldn’t take it away from you

“I mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let me”

“I already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.” He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him ‘daddy’ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.

“Papito?” He repeated with an accent. “Maybe I can make a mama out of you....” He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.

“Get off me, Ransom.” You complained in a gasp.

“But I’m so deep ‘side you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.“ He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.

“What?! Don’t you dare. Get. The hell. Off.”

“Don’t lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. You’ll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. I’ll take care of you and all the kids you’re gonna give me.”

“Ransom…” Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. “Fucking dick.”

“Nobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. You’re just a whore for me, ain’t you? Want all of me.”

“Ah, Ransom, you’re so deep.” You whined, your belly contracting.

“What do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for it”

“I-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!” You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didn’t last long. You came screaming Ransom’s name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.

“Are you gonna be a good mama for me?”

“The best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.” And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasn’t enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.

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[pinkheadflowers]

🍄 non-request (event fic): yeonjun wants to bring you out for Valentines Day but you forgot about it, being too caught up with homework 

always my valentine -yeonjun-

 >> trope: “tells them to go away but doesn’t actually mean it x actually goes away”

 >> lil angst ⚡️ + lil sad 🌧 + fluff ☀️ , fem reader , established rs

 >> word count: 1464 

[ hello,, happy valentine’s day everyone!! this is a quick one i wrote for this special day and for #ficscafe trope event. I went a little MIA due to school but i do have some WIP so keep a lookout for that! enjoy~💓 ]

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You were supposed to go out on a date with Yeonjun today but your professor had just assigned you some last minute homework that was due next week. You weren’t one to procrastinate or drag it to some other day, knowing well that you might forget about it. 

Yeonjun actually had a whole day planned for the both of you, only for them to be thrown out the window when he received your text, “Hey baby, I’m sorry I can’t make it today :( Professor gave us homework. I’ll be in the library the whole day trying to complete it. But I’ve eaten lunch already, don’t worry about me! Take care, love you! Muah”

He rolled his eyes at your text, “Stupid Professor.” He muttered underneath his breath. Despite the cancelled plan, he wanted to stay by your side on this special day, Valentine’s Day. Yeonjun was one to fully believe in the joy of this day, he loved how the air would be full of love. Therefore, he stopped by a florist and bought a bouquet of different coloured tulips. “Ah, young man, who are these for?” the cashier questioned him. He replied proudly, “For the one who captured my heart. I’m lucky to have her, ma'am.” She gave him a sweet smile, “Young love… A whole experience, isn’t it? Hold on to it well and strong darling. While some relationships don’t last, many are worth fighting for. Not all young love is mere puppy love. Last forever, you two.”

With that, she gave Yeonjun his change and packed the bouquet in a transparent plastic-boxed bag. Yeonjun thanked her and stepped out of the shop. Something about her words made him feel touched. He didn’t understand what it was about so he pushed them aside and made his way to the library.

You, on the other hand, were already pulling your hair off. You could definitely earn a hundred dollars should you get a dollar for everytime you groaned. The homework given was brain-wrecking which made you thankful that you decided to start on it now rather than suffering a little too late. A few pages later and you felt a presence beside you. You turned to your right to see your boyfriend towering you, showing his bright smile. You looked a little downwards and saw his hands reaching out to you, except it was filled with flowers of different colours. You gasped, “Yeonjun, these are so pretty.” Yeonjun spoke, “They’re for you, baby. Tulips. I love you so much.” You accepted the bouquet and stood up, giving him a tight hug. “I love them. Thank you Junnie. And I love you so much too.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips. 

Straight after, you placed the bouquet beside you on the table and went back to your homework. Yeonjun watched you as you went back to giving your full focus to the work in front of you, as if the whole flower-giving action didn’t happen. He simply thought that he came at the wrong time and that you probably had a whole train of thoughts aligned perfectly for your productivity stake. He understood that and took a seat beside you silently. Yeonjun simply stared at you - from the way you sat up straight to the way your lips mouthed the words you were reading and your eyebrows being furrowed from focusing too hard. Even in this state, he thought that you were such a perfect piece. Yeonjun gently patted your head, “Have you taken a break baby?”

You were unresponsive. Yeonjun chuckled lightly before pressing on, “Baby… Come on, take a break hmm? How long have you sat here?” Again, you didn’t reply. This time, however, you sighed a little too loudly.

Yeonjun turned concerned. You were definitely pushing yourself too hard and he did not like that the slightest bit. “Aren’t you going to take a break?” Yeonjun moved closer to you.

“Stop Yeonjun. Please, go away… Gosh.” Your eyes still stuck on the paper in front of you, you raised your voice at him a little. To you, you did not at all intend for your words to come out harshly. To Yeonjun, you completely did not want him around. His smile faltered and he moved back. With a really upset tone, he whispered “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”.

He left quietly and before he walked out the doors, he gave you another glance and yet you still had your head down, completely unfazed that he was no longer by your side.  Yeonjun sighed in defeat and headed out. He went wherever his legs led him. Not only was his heart shattered but he also wondered, should your professor not assign you any homework today, would you be as excited as he was for Valentines? 

A few moments later, he felt like cutting his legs off for bringing him to the park where tons of couples were seen showing off their love. That could easily be you and him but no. You would rather spend Valentines with that homework of yours. He continued walking until he found a secluded spot, away from everyone else. Although he felt that he was being childish, he could not understand why you had to shoo him away so aggressively. It wasn’t his fault you were given a difficult assignment neither was it his fault that today happens to be a special day. 

Yeonjun has always been so fond of Valentines because he saw how his father went all out every Valentines Day for his mother. He would take the day off and come up with a whole-day plan, especially for the both of them that he would have to bring Yeonjun to his grandparents’ place to babysit him. The couple would pick Yeonjun up at the end of the day with such elated expressions on their faces, telling him how they did some terrible job at painting, went cafe hopping and had dinner at a quiet diner. Whatever they did, there was definitely something special about this day and Yeonjun promised to treat this day as a special one too. He too would want to make his partner as elated as his mother was. 

Yeonjun stared at the sky and inhaled deeply. He wanted to beat himself up for feeling this way - feeling badly about this day. This day was supposed to be super enjoyable that every other day you and him had before could never compete. Soon, he received a call from you. The truth was, he didn’t want to answer it because he did not know what to say. Yet, he had no intention of leaving you hanging, “Hello?”

“Hey, Junnie… Where did you go?” You asked, packing up your papers. Yeonjun wanted to lie and said that he had an emergency to attend to but the words of the florist from earlier rang in his head “While some relationships don’t last, many are worth fighting for.”. There was no way he was going to let something minor hurt your relationship.

“I’m at the park. You know the bench a little behind the fountain? I’m right here.” “Got it, I’m coming. Wait for me please!” 

Yeonjun sat there and waited for you patiently. He did not want to go ahead with his plans anymore, thinking that he simply wants you by his side. He wouldn’t exactly say that he felt numb, but more disappointed that today did not go smoothly at all. He worked so hard to make sure everything wrong would go right, except he didn’t factor in that you would be given homework. 

A few minutes later, you arrived and sat next to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out on you like that.”

He smiled at you, “It’s fine. Do you know what’s today?” You checked your phone, “Fourteenth February? Oh wait, Valentine's Day!”

You smacked your forehead. How could you be so ignorant? You knew how much Yeonjun loved this special day yet it slipped your mind. Yeonjun took your hand from your head and intertwined them “Those are tulips. Tulips represent deep love, just like how I’m so deeply in love with you.” The both of you locked eyes. The gaze exchanged was full of affection, no words were needed for the both of you to reassure the other that you’ll always be there no matter what. “Be my valentine?” Yeonjun asked.

“Will you be mine though?” You questioned playfully.

“You are always my valentine.” He brought your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it. Your heart melted, what did you do to deserve him?

You stood up and pulled him along with you, “There’s this cafe nearby that I really wanna try!” He grinned at your excitement, “Lead the way, baby.”

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[majestyeverlasting]

hey, I absolutely love your writing!!!❤️

Can you maybe write a Bucky x reader with the fluffy prompt 31?

(the reader is afraid of something and she lashes out on Bucky... like she rambles on, and on to Bucky so that she runs out of breath... and Bucky forces her into a hug, which she eventually relaxes into and then tells her the promt)

If you can't write this, I'll totally understand... enjoy your day🌼🌼

♡ Hi! Thank you, I'm happy to hear that you like my writing! I love this request, and hope I was able to capture the essence of what you wanted. I know you've been waiting, so thanks for being patient! To summarize, the reader's doubts lead her and Bucky to explore the idea of what it means to add value to the world. That of course leads to some intimate dialogue and soft moments. Towards the end, I played around with an idea that relates to Bucky having enhanced senses, and I think it worked out pretty well. But I suppose that's up for you guys to decide. 🌼

♡ Prompt 31: “Shh, I can hear your heartbeat.”

What Comes Naturally

There was an abundance of memories to hold onto as summer began to bid farewell. Each of them sweet, and owning a small fraction of your heart. The days, once long, were beginning to grow shorter, and nature itself was slowing to the new rhythm of the atmopshere. It beautiful time of transition.

But a rather peculiar round of thoughts had started to cultivate within your mind. They were dense and somewhat dark, awaiting the moment in which they could release their rain.

Their accumulation had been on the basis of value. The value you were adding to the world, specifically; was it enough? Could you be working more, creating more? Did strangers walk away remembering you? Did you better the lives of those around you? There were as many doubts as there were questions. And they all seemed to have come out of nowhere, plaguing you suddenly.

It was an unfortunate headspace to have fallen into. All things considered, you should’ve been happy. Happier than you were, at least, because it was the dawn of your favorite season. Yet you’d woken up and found yourself wondering if you were doing enough.

That afternoon rolled around quickly. You were curled up on the couch when Bucky returned home from his routine run. He lifted his hand in a wave, to which you responded with a quiet hi. The earbuds you had in played a song that served as a feeble distraction from your worries. You watched as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a few big gulps. He focussed on you as he drank.

Then he set the bottle on the kitchen island, and dabbed his mouth with the back of his hand. A furrow formed between his brows as sweat glistened above along his hairline. “You okay, doll?”

The question barely registered, but you read his lips. Before speaking, you paused the song. “Yeah, m’fine. Just relaxing”

You might as well have been glass with the way his gaze went through you. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go hop in the shower,” he said, running a hand through his hair. A brief moment of silence passed. “We’ll talk when I’m done, okay?” There was a knowing to his tone.

All you did was nod, gratefully.

A couple minutes after he left the kitchen, you ended up padding to the bedroom as well. Rather than bothering with another distraction, you simply laid on your back across the bed. You stared at the ceiling as the sound of running shower water emitted from the bathroom. And though it was faint, you could also hear the timbre of Bucky’s voice as he hummed a tune. You closed your eyes, finding solace in the fact that he was near, and willing to listen.

By the time he came out, you’d dozed off into a light sleep. As soon he gave your knee a few gentle squeezes, your eyes fluttered open. There was a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Damp locks of his hair fell into his forehead, and a beige bath towel was wrapped around his waist. You sat up with a soft grunt, and he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before moving to get dressed. You caught of whiff of his cedar body wash in the process.

“Love you,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes.

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he said. “Wanna start telling me ‘bout what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a few seconds, all you did was look down at your socked feet and kick them. You heard a couple of dresser drawers open as Bucky saught out the clothes he was going to wear. “I feel like there’s something more I could be doing,” you finally said, turning to look at him. He’d tossed his towel onto the bed put on a pair of blue boxers.

“Something more?” He repeated as he pulled a black shirt over his head. “What do you mean?” His eyes met yours with genuine curiosity, wanting to understand.

You sighed, picking at the bed comforter. “The world is so big and people are out there doing so many different things, and it feels like I’m not doing nearly as enough. Like there are ways for me to step up that I’m not acknowledging,” you explained. “Like I’m missing the mark.”

Bucky put on a pair of sweat shorts before walking to take a seat beside you on the edge of the bed. He looked intently into your eyes. “What mark do you think you’re missing?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know,” you said, tone raising slightly. “There are people like you who go out and save the world, and do all of these crazy, larger than life things. People who have huge, innovative ideas that change entire industries. People who massive followings because they’re encouraging, or funny, and whatnot. And they all add so much to the world.”

Bucky thought about interjecting, but decided to let you continue. “It seems like I’m hardly doing anything. I at least try to leave a good impression on everyone I meet. And I try to extend the best of myself to the people I care about.” You turned your gaze from him, and directed it to the floor.

“But now there’s something’s telling me that I should be trying harder. And I don’t even know what that’s supposed to look like.” Bucky had began to run a comforting hand up and down your thigh. You released a harsh huff of air, not even realizing you’d been working yourself up. “I don’t even know where all of this is coming from. I just feel off, and...”

You fell silent when he wrapped his vibranium arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him. Pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his stubble brushing against your skin. There was warmth radiating from his body, and he smelled good. So good. You let your head tilt to rest on his shoulder, and looked down to where your knee was brushing against his. Suddenly, it seemed as though everything you’d previously said was immature and incomprehensible.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “Maybe I’m just being—”

“Shh,” he coaxed. Then he said something that caught you off guard, and took your mind off of everything else, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Wait, what?” You breathed. “No you can’t.” When Bucky chuckled, light and airy, you lifted your head. “Can you really?” Your voice was soft with a disbelieving edge.

“Yes,” he said, letting his arm slip from around you. “Lay down for a second.” You did, and he fell onto his back as well.

There the two of you were, chests rising with your breaths, looking up at the ceiling.

You waited for him to explain himself or say something else, but he didn’t for a while. The air was quiet long enough that you figured it was only a matter of time before you began to hear your own heartbeat, or possibly even his. You didn’t, of course, and Bucky eventually broke the ambience that had established itself.

“I can hear it,” he confirmed, turning to look at you. “But just barely ‘cause it’s not as strong now.”

“Because I’ve calmed down?” He hummed in agreement. You studied his handsome features and began to smile. "I didn’t know could do that,” you told him. “I mean, I knew your hearing was good, but to be able to hear a heart beating is… cool.”

“Yeah. I just have to be close enough and focus extremely hard,” he explained. “And you wanna know what I have to say about adding value to the world?”

You’d almost forgotten about what you expressed to him in the moments prior. Almost. “What?”

He propped himself up on his metal arm, and placed his flesh one on your chest over your heart. He could feel the gentle thump against his palm. “This, right here, is all you need to know that you’re adding value; the fact that you’re alive,” he said, smiling when you placed your hands overtop of his. “Everyday you’re adding value in a way only you can. Even if it’s not always through some big and over the top demonstration.

“Just be and do what comes naturally. One day that might be saving a city, another day that may be making somebody laugh. Who’s to say they aren’t equally important in the end? They both effect how the future plays out, right?” He quirked his brows.

It was moments like that when you realized just how much of life he'd lived and how much wisdom he'd earned over the years. Even if you had've racked your brain, you wouldn't have found anything capable of standing up against his words. You took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.

“Right.”

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Hello :) I was wondering if I could make a not so interesting request and I hope you don't mind 😅 So, like reader has kids with mob Tom Holland and you can decide the genders and number of kids they have and stuff and how would the whole family react to one of reader's friends constantly pursuing reader's love and when reader tells them that she's married and has kids, the lil shit is like "It's all right, just divorce them'' I have a feeling no one will be taking this lightly.....

Hey! I LOVED this idea!! I did switch it up to a co-worker because that's the first thing I thought of when I read this but I can definitely see him grudgingly having to put up with a childhood friend who just won't quit trying to make the reader see how in love with them they are. I feel like I need to write that too now....

Hope you're having a great day, take care and stay safe lovey 💜💜

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Warnings: Some swearing, and super sleaze ball energy

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“It’s just drinks,” you laughed as Tom buried his face into your neck with a sigh. You focused on the mirror, touching up your hair and smoothing over your outfit. It was just drinks but it was with your new work team. You’d all only met last week and you’d suggested a night out as a team building exercise. Nothing broke the new job nerves better than alcohol and bad karaoke.

Tweaking his curls you smiled as Tom reluctantly met your gaze in the mirror.

“You say that, but you’re not the one being left with the terrible two,” he grumbled.

You turned to cup his face, laughing at his small pout and chocolate puppy dog eyes.

“Is my big bad mob boss afraid of a couple teenagers?” you teased.

“I’m not afraid of them,” he growled. “I just don’t understand them. All I get are grunts and sighs from Thomas and with Katelyn its like she speaks a different language all together.” Hands wrapping around your waist he pulled you tight against him.

“Plus, you look too stunning to be let out without a chaperone. I think I need to come with you.” His hands wandered to your backside, fingers creeping down to lift the hem of your dress. “Or, you could stay home,” he purred seductively as he gripped the bare skin of your thighs.

As much as you didn’t want to you wriggled out of his grip. “We’ll have plenty of time for that when I get home.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he winked.

A horn blared from outside and you cursed, you didn’t want to be late. Tom deftly swept you into your jacket and handed you your purse.

“Have a good time, darling,” he said as you kissed him on the cheek quickly. With an appalled huff, he reeled you in for a proper kiss, holding you captive until the taxi beeped their horn again.

“I won’t be late. Have fun,” you called over your shoulder as you hurried out the front door.

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The bar was packed already and you were struggling to find your table when a heavy hand landed on the small of your back.

“It’s Y/N right?” Relieved you found yourself staring up at one of your new co-workers. Your brain faltered for a second before finding his name.

“Max?” He smiled in a cocky overconfident way before leaning in closer.

“You can call me whatever you like, sweetheart.” You grimaced a smile, subtly inching back from him as the stench of his cologne clouded around you.

“Where’s the team table?” you asked, pointedly turning away and scanning the room again.

“It’s in the back corner.” When you moved in the direction he’d indicated he caught your arm. “The table service is pretty slow, if you want a drink we can get one from the bar.”

“I’m happy to wait. I’m going to go re-introduce myself to everyone.” Breaking out of his hold you strode to the table, the prickling feeling of being watched crawling over you until you were swept into the embrace of your favourite work friend.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I was talking about our last project and this one here,” she hooked a thumb at one of the young interns, “doesn’t believe we wrote the whole presentation ourselves after tequila shots.”

You laughed at the memory. When it came to work you took it seriously, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have been promoted to executive and leading this new team. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t know how to have some fun.

You fell into an easy conversation with them both and others of the party drifted over sporadically to shake your hand and introduce themselves a bit more.

“We’ve already met but I’ll take five minutes with you over everyone else.” A voice said at your ear. You already knew from the overpowering smell of cologne it was Max. Now it was mixed with a strong dose of rum and turned your stomach. He lounged against the table in front of you.

“Tell me, who did you have to sleep with to get this job? And is there a sign up sheet?” he winked. Your skin crawled. Tight lipped you judged whether you could justify wasting a perfectly good drink by dumping it over his head. You cast a critical eye over him. As much as he was dressed like a man of business his suit was clearly off the rack. It was too small in the shoulders and had a slight polyester sheen to it. He could pretend all he liked but he hadn’t worked on a team this high up before. If he had he’d be better dressed.

“That’s funny, I was just about to ask how much your daddy had to spent to get you on the team.” His eyes flashed dangerously then he slowly grinned.

“You’re feisty. I like that.” His gaze shamelessly travelled over you. You refused to cross your arms over your chest under his lecherous stare. You’d dealt with worse, you reminded yourself.

“I need another drink.” You told him bluntly and walked off towards the bar. You reluctantly tamped down the urge to fire him. This was outside of business hours, you’d deal with it on Monday morning you told yourself. You just had to get through the rest of the night first.

You’d just reached the bar when his hand gripped at your waist and his fetid breath washed over your neck.

“Keep running away, I like a challenge. It’ll only make it sweeter when I have you writhing under-”

Spinning you shoved him away.

“I’m happily married,” you snapped in disgust.

He only leered at you. “That’s what divorce is for, sweetheart.” Your fingers tightened on your glass as you readied to throw the contents of it at him.

“Get your sleazy hands away from my mum!” You blinked in surprise as Katelyn elbowed her way through the crowd to jab a finger in Max’s face. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, you piece of shit.”

“Katelyn.” you tried to scold her but the weight of it was lost as you laughed.

“You heard her.” Tom’s voice was dangerously low as he stalked to stand beside you. “If you so much as breath in the direction of my wife again it’ll be the last time you do anything.” A cocky smile covered Max’s face until Thomas stopped behind him and dug his hands into his shoulders.

“You heard my dad. If you have any common sense you won’t mess with us.”

Max snorted, “You think I’m scared of you? I could steal your wife any day-”

“Mr Holland, I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” The flustered manager of the bar accompanied by two security guards faltered as he took in the scene. “Is there an issue here?”

“There is, this idiot is threatening me,” Max sneered.

The manager didn’t divert his attention away from Tom for a second.

“This man’s been harassing my wife, could you escort him out Eddie?” Tom asked the closest guard.

“Sure thing, boss.”

“Boss?” Max scoffed. “What did you do? Pay them off? How pathetic.”

“I called him boss because he owns the place.” Eddie scowled, grabbing a fistful of Max’s suit jacket. Mouth gaping his beady eyes flickered between you and Tom.

“Fuck,” he swore as the pin finally dropped. You were surprised it had taken him this long to work it out. There weren’t many Holland’s in town after all.

“In case it isn’t perfectly clear, you’re fired.” you snapped. You watched him get dragged away, the crowd parting like the sea to avoid him.

“What are you all doing here?” you asked as Katelyn wrapped you in a hug from behind.

“Eddie called dad,” Thomas said, as if it was obvious.

“You had him watching me?”

“I always have someone watching you. I need to know you’re safe when I’m not with you.” Pulling you into his arms he captured your mouth, hand possessively winding around the nape of your neck as he kissed you deeply.

“Ew!” Katelyn complained just as Thomas said, “I think I’ve lost my appetite.”

Laughing you pulled back to swat playfully at them both.

“You just made sure I’m forever stuck with your dad, get used to it,” you smiled.

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