#i say this lovingly i love my mother. but good god mother is it so wrong for me to enjoy this weird gilf

[dogboymutual]

i told my mom that i thought jeff goldblum was hot thinking that she'd agree and the sheer confusion that came from her was honestly more offensive to me than it would be to him if she'd straight up reacted like that in front of jeff goldblum himself

#jeff goldblum #starboy.exe #yeah i get my tastes are ''unconventional'' but heaven forbid i not like a cookie cutter white boy like you do every month #i say this lovingly i love my mother. but good god mother is it so wrong for me to enjoy this weird gilf #my mom acting offended that i like older men. my mother in christ you're part of the reason i have daddy issues #a small part yes. it's my dad's fault. but like. could've chosen 'em better ma just sayin'

[nmakii]

DOMESTIC LIFE WAS NEVER QUITE MY STYLE…

— married life with alastor back in 1925, louisiana

— is this ooc :(? ive been in a ooc rut ever since school ended i miss my pookies n like i cried so much that day 😔 BTW THIS IS THE FIC I HSED THE ALASTOR AI TEXTS :>

lord above! you have to be some kind of gem to secure a man such as alastor. to be that woman, it’s almost certain that you’re someone who understands alastor in ways no one else has.

he doesn’t tend to express his affections physically, but more than makes up for it through his sweet nothings and lavish gifts

he’s most definitely the type to spoil his wife, but only if you ask him for it yourself. he doesn’t want to buy things you have no use for

has a trust fund in his will set for you if, god forbid, he died before you. he doesnt want his love to worry about money, just let him take care of it.

unlike many households at the time, alastor would help with the chores. despite his full-time job, he’d sorta understand that taking care of a house is a full-time job in itself since he’d spent his childhood watching how hard his mother works so, he agrees to always split chores with you.

because of his work, and his popularity, his boss asks that he comes in early to host the morning segment of the show. because of this, it’s not often that you two share a morning together. but, he still remembers to kiss your pretty head good morning, occasionally adding a request for dinner

his mother is MORE than happy to welcome you into the family. she’s just glad that her son found someone that makes him happy.

honestly on the fence about kids. on one hand, it’d make his mother really happy, as well as how it’s expected at the time period. but, he isn’t too interested in physically showing his desires. and, he is quite busy as well with his job and the whole murdering thing. it’s only if you ask him explicitly that he’d decide to look into it, maybe adoption? :>

quite good at putting your insecurities at ease. sweet nothings for days on end can come out of his mouth and he’s still not done.

as you sob into alastor’s chest, his arms wrap around your body warmly as he plays with your hair. "whenever you’re ready to talk, my love.” he held you close, wiping your tears until you were ready to talk.

alastor listened silently as you told him of all your doubts; that you weren’t a good wife, the whispers of every woman in town, everything. “my love, i’ll love you no matter what. it’s the woman inside that i am in love with.” he says as he brushes the hair out of your face, gazing down at you lovingly. “i won’t lie, there are times when you are… feisty. but, it’s your passion and intelligence that always bring me back to you.”

your lips quiver as you try to quell your tears. “can… can you swear that? that you’ll love me no matter what..?” his gaze became gentle as he saw the genuine doubt in your expression. “you have my word, dear. no matter what happens, i’d never stop loving you. even if we fought everyday, i would still be a fool for you. because, well… i suppose the heart wants what the heart wants. and, it is you that my heart yearns for, love.” alastor assured you, his eyes falling as he spoke.

as the sweet nothings fell from his lips, your tears ceased, finding the warmth in his touch. “thank you, dear… you always know how to make me feel better, i love you so much…” you sighed, curling into his touch. “mmh, i love you as well, my pretty girl.” he grinned, kissing your forehead.

as stated above, alastor is not particularly attracted to your looks, but moreso your intelligence and your ability to see right through that charming facade of his. funnily enough, it started a healthy relationship for one of the most deranged men out there.

he’d also be quite attracted to you if you joined him one night. nothing’s more attractive than your beautiful wife in a pretty dress he bought for you all bloodied up with a knife in your hand.

he loves to show you off to the newspapers as his pretty doll, not only because you’re quite the eye candy, but to also make you confident in yourself

he’d still get jealous whenever he’d catch someone staring too long though. ironically enough, he thinks it’s adorable when you get jealous and pout your face. he’s your’s after all, body and soul! why fuss over something that’s not gonna happen?

arguments are quite rare since alastor doesn’t tend to do things that are argument worthy. one of the few reasons you tend to argue is when alastor heads to the club after work and comes home drunk and much later than he intended to. and, after all that, he still apologizes for coming home late, probably tries to come home early so he can cook dinner the next day as an apology :>

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hasbin alastor #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor hc #alastor headcanons #alastor the radio demon #human alastor

[kiwanopie]

Physical Therapy

boyfriend!kiyoomi part V!! smut smut smut but also fluff and a little bit of dom!reader. mommy is used (1) once but not by kiyoomi. minors do not interact.

Your voice comes out airily. A little frayed, a little frustrated.

“Thank god for HIPAA laws because I swear,” You run your fingers through Kiyoomi’s hair. “These mothers wouldn’t know autonomy if I smacked them in the back of the head with it.”

“Mhm.”

“I mean, one of my clients’ mother’s been mass emailing all week trying to get me to hint to her ‘troubled son’ that his panic attacks have been putting a “massive strain” on her recently-“

“Hm…”

“Like no wonder these kids have such a hard time opening up at home, their - ah - parents have a skewed understanding of what real priorities are!”

“Hm- Mhm.”

You scoff. God, he loves it when you get all psychiatric but there’s like no blood flowing to his head right now. “I swear, It’s like some of these parents drop their kids off at my office and expect me to program them into becoming… hm… be-…coming their ideal child…! My best guess is half of these adults should consider - fuck - seeking out a therapist themsel- ohh my god…”

Your hips drunkenly rock into his face from where he’s got your hips all but pinned against him. Rough fingers gripping so tightly into your work skirt that they audibly creak against the fabric, and if not for the running volleyball game playing on half volume behind you, you’re certain that the room would be filled with the sodden sounds of his sloppy tongue; digging you out while you complain about your workload this week. Kiyoomi was already springing into action the moment he saw you slump your way out of his genkan and straight to the ice cream stash in the kitchen. So quick on your heels that he could barely bother to pause the game he was re-watching.

Call it a love language. After last month when he moped his way into your humble flat to complain to you about some contract changes with his current sponsor. Something about more media interaction, that and he was gonna have to DIY a few ads for them on his social media. He could barely get a few words out before you were nuzzling your nose against his zipper. Lovingly rubbing up his thighs as you insisted he got all his frustrations out.

“A-All my frustrations out? You want me to…?”

You guide his hand until he’s grazing the short hairs on the top of your neck. “Be as rough with me as you need, baby. I’m here for you.”

Kiyoomi’s moans are muffled by the squish of your thighs. Who’s getting more out of this? He couldn’t say. But if the way his eyes roll when your fingers dig into his scalp should say anything, he might be safe calling it 50/50.

Your lips part as one of his free hands pull at your blouse until the buttons are popping, roughly palming your tits through your bra as you whine against him. “It’s a… good thing I took this pediatric job. If not for a - godd, oh fuck - difference in perspective.”

Kiyoomi answers you with a sound that’s more of a groan than a dutiful hum. Raising his hips like it’ll give him more friction where he wants it, but like the godsend you are you reach behind yourself to rub him through his sweats.

“‘Least I know… that if we had kids I’d be a half decent mother…”

You must feel the way his cock needily twitches under your palm at the sound of that because your voice evens in a way that makes him goosebump. “You like that, huh? Oh don’t tell me Omi’s really been dying to make me a mommy?”

The vibrations of his broken groan makes your thighs tighten over his ears.

“Ah - You wanna fuck me full? Fill me up till I’m brain dead?”

His tongue rolls over your clit with just enough force to have your voice pitching. He tilts his chin up just to make sure it’s his tongue you're clamping around when you start to cum.

Although with what you all but hiss next, grabbing a rough hold of his scalp and pressing his head back like he’s just a warm mouth to fuck. “- Or, would you just be satisfied with blowing your load into my hand, you fucking slut.”

Kiyoomi cums so hard he thinks he may have gone deaf.

Because he barely hears the pathetic whimpers he lets out in your spasming cunt as he starts to hump into your hand like a dog. Lilted voice breaking off into a gravelly groan, so cum-drunk that he keeps at it even as his seed wets a dark spot in sweatpants. For a moment, he can’t even register the sound of your broken - clearly overstimulated mewls.

Kiyoomi reluctantly lets you go when you finally climb off of him.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

You giggle a little before pecking him on his wet mouth.

Kiyoomi’s a little sluggish in his attempt to scoot his large body to the side to make room for you to lay comfortably beside him. Pressing his back into the head of the couch even as the springs quietly creak, but any room you don’t have to be completely sunken into the sofa he makes up for by using his arm to belt you against him.

He sighs.

“Move in with me.”

“Hm?”

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#boyfriend!kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa smut #haikyuu!! smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq sakusa #hq x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #hq fluff #x reader #hq

[lidiasloca]

the one where you and azriel find no peace (azriel x reader drabble)

(fluff)

a/n: since i have no time to write, i thought i could post this old drabble i never posted.

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rhysand had thought a trip was a good family plan

his inner circle, all together, in a big homely house at the day court for five days

what could go wrong?

“THAT WAS MY CHOCOLATE BAR!”

cassian’s voice from another room wakes you from your midday nap.

you rub your eyes lazily before dropping your head down again. “they’re arguing again?” you mumble against your mate’s neck.

“did they ever stop?” azriel grumbles.

you make yourself look up to meet his tired eyes. “you haven’t slept at all?”

he shakes his head. “i genuinely don’t know how you managed to - with all this shouting.”

you sigh, sitting up on the mattress.

now looking down at your sleepy mate, you can’t help but to poke him on his cheek lovingly. “why did rhysie think this would be a good idea?” you complain, smiling softly.

he takes your playful hand to kiss it softly before answering, “i don’t think he could have ever predicted cassian would be this unbearable.”

you chuckle and az gives you a small smile.

“well, we have four more days to go, so we better think of some plans outside this hell of a house .”

“oh, definitely,” he agrees, sitting up and moving his hands to your waist, then lifting you and moving out of the bed.

you raise an eyebrow, wrapping your arms around him. “where are we going, azzie?”

“to get changed. i got an idea.” he lets you on the floor once you've reached the wardrobe.

your brows furrow as you ask, “what idea?”

he smirks as he starts picking clothes

you look down to the clothes he is placing on your arms. “these are for training. do you really want to train? now?”

“no. we are going to hike”

“no, az…”

“get dressed, love.”

you sigh, knowing perfectly well you can't convince him.

“i hate you,” you mumble, changing your shirt.

he closes the distance and starts helping you with the huge sweater. “that's cruel. arms up.”

you oblige, too sleepy to put the sweater yourself. “well, you are cruel.”

“because i want to hike with you?” he chuckles as he kneels to help you with your trousers.

you look down at him, answering his loving smile with one of your own. “nuh uh; because you are making your mate go hiking with only one hour of sleep in her body.”

he at last rises and you start helping him with his clothes. “oh gods,” he breathes, sarcasm obvious in every word. “i am cruel.

you are to respond when cassian walks inside your room, apparently too cool to knock.

“hello- wait! are those training clothes? are we going to train?” he says, irradiating nothing but happiness.

you can feel azriel’s worry through the bond. “no cassian. y/n and i are going to hike,” he explains cautiously.

“hike?” his brother replies, his grin growing wider. “rhysie we’re going to hike!”

the high lord is in your room in an instant, making your mate next to you sigh and say, “we’re going alone. only her and me.”

“no you are not,” rhys says smirking. “come on, cass, let’s get changed.”

cassian nods, following rhys out of your room. before leaving, he stops at the door and says to you, “wait for us, sweets. we’ll have so much fun!”

“mother above,” azriel breaths.

#azriel drabble #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel #azriel x female!reader #azriel x you #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x y/n #acotar fic #azriel fanfic #azriel fic

[kaisfruit]

Hi! how's your day going?

I'd like to request the ninja from Ninjago and an older sibling reader if that alright? You know just cute fluffy days with siblings.

Ninjago Older Sibling!Reader Headcanons <3

A/N; Ahhh hi!!! my day is good ty <3 tysm for this ask this is so cute 🥺🥺 i hope u dont mind hcs, but if u do feel free to ask again and i'll gladly make smthn longer :] jus thought hcs fit the vibe

warnings; none! just fluff <3

Kai and Nya

Absolutely the most chaotic sibling trio

Nya constantly getting upset with you and Kai for playing the "i'm the older sibling" card

Nya: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GUYS DIDN'T SAVE A PIECE FOR ME?

You and Kai: older siblings get cake first that's just the rule. sorry <33

But Kai gets just as upset as she does when you do it to him

You guys all love each other though so it's okay

Just the vibes of being their older sibling would be the most competitive basic sibling rivalry type stuff yk

Lloyd

Constantly doting over him

You might as well be his parental figure since MISAKO AND GARMADON WERE THE WORSTTTTT

You and Kai take turns mother henning him

You and Kai are bffs btw like. I don't make the rules. Kai is just his adoptive older brother in my head, so you two bond over caring for Lloyd

Definitely his comfort person after a long day <3

You're the one Lloyd trusts the most in his life and he isn't scared to tell you his fears because, despite any assumed sibling teasing, he knows you'll take him seriously on that regard

Jay

You guys make annoying each other a full time job

Constantly fighting over who the favorite is

Y/N: At least I help out at the junkyard!!

Jay: I'm literally out saving the world everyday!!!

*aggressive slap fight ensues*

OMG no. he's definitely the younger sibling to pull the rapid fire kick tactic

His elemental abilities go out the window when y'all fight. Just straight up, falls on his back and starts kicking up at you

All fun n games until you're able to catch one of his legs

You totally embarrass him as much as you can in front of Nya too

As Jay's older sibling, you're legally obligated to be Cole's bestie since Cole is Jay's bestie. you guys lovingly torment the lightning user together <33

Cole

The most chill sibling duo to ever exist

you both didn't appreciate Lou's insistence of the singing and dancing shit so y'all just decided to be ride or dies for life

much like cole, you get along so well with the rest of the ninja

idrk what to say here

nvm i do

You guys play video games with each other and you are infinitely salty at the fact that your younger brother is better than you at most video games

like wtf? isn't it supposed to be a god given right for all older siblings to be better at video games???? the FSM screwed you!!!

but you've never let him live down the one time he lost to you at super smash bros

you have refused to play with him since

Zane

See, idk if you'd be his ACTUAL sibling yk since he's a robot? maybe more like you were supposed to be a protege to dr. julien, but decided to just be a 4 lyfer with zane after his passing

you've helped zane understand human culture so much and he's real appreciative of your existence

the ninja absolutely fucking ADORE when you're around because what's better than one zane? TWO ZANES !!!

well, obviously you're your own person but! i could see zane adopting a lot of your mannerisms so you two end up being very similar

quality time is y'alls bread and butter

working around each other perfectly as y'all both cook in the kitchen

words never need to be shared between the two of you. just hanging around the other is enough yk? like y'all are bonding just by existing near each other and it is magical

ANOTHER A/N; i tried my best to highlight reader being the older sibling but </3 idk if i did it that well. i saw "sibling fluff" and RAN!! im willing to do a pt 2 or like a one shot or anything with a prompt similar to this !! im the youngest sibling myself tho so idk if i can properly portray being an older sibling (only in a mean light. yk like greg heffley and rodrick. do NOT recommend having older siblings y'all /j)

#ninjago headcanons #ninjago #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #zane julien #cole brookstone #lloyd garmadon #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago lloyd #lego ninjago #reader insert #gender neutral reader #sibling reader #ninjago x reader

[cal-flakes]

omg can you do dealer rafe where reader and wheez are making daisy chains and he realises he loves her

HOLY MOTHER MARY OF GOD I LOVE THIS!!!!

╰┈➤ dealer!rafe finally realised how much you mean to him.

warnings: just pure fluff.

summary: rafe watches y/n making daisy chains with wheezie.

the sun beamed down on tannyhill as she lounged in the garden, sipping on an iced latte.

soft footed patters rolled into the garden as wheezie looked around for her. spotting y/n, surrounded by the bright flower beds which complimented her tanned skin beautifully, she headed over.

“hey y/n, do you want to make daisy chains with me?” she asked sheepishly, used to being turned down.

y/n smiled up at the youngest cameron, setting her drink down. “ooh! i love making daisy chains!” she proclaimed, pushing herself up from the lounger.

“i think we should make flower jewellery for the party this weekend..” wheezie suggested, following behind y/n while she inspected the flowers in the corner.

“i think that’s a great idea wheez! now, which colours do you wanna use?” she twisted her face to think.

after picking an abundance of flowers from the back of the garden, the two girls settled in the middle, cross legged.

their fingers worked fast to loop each flower with another, the amount of necklaces piling up quickly. they’d each made a flower crown for each other, now wearing them like royalty.

“i think you should make one for rafe, he’d look great in pink!” wheezie laughed, throwing her head back hysterically.

“good choice! maybe a bit of purple in there too?” y/n joked, eyebrows raised in amusement.

their fit of giggles caught rafe’s attention, leaning over the balcony to get a look at what was so funny.

the stoic expression forever plastered on his face softened slightly as he took in the scene before him. his girlfriend’s bright smile caught his eye as he watched the girls roll around on the floor, menacing laughter surrounding them.

rafe was completely enamoured by her, she fit in so well with him and everything around him. including his little sister, who he also had a little soft spot for. so, to watch them get along made his heart swell.

“i think someone’s spying on you..” wheezie smirked, motioning a discreet hand to rafe’s balcony.

y/n glanced up quickly, sighing lovingly as she caught him staring.

“i think you should give him his new bracelet, he’ll love it! wheezie squealed, nudging y/n.

“oh absolutely! do we have enough necklaces for the party now?” she asked, not wanting to abandon their fun. a thumbs up from wheezie sent y/n on her way.

her sandals smacked against the wooden floor as she made her way to rafe’s room, alerting him she was near.

she found him on the balcony, now sat on his phone. “hey, i have a surprise for you!” y/n giggled, clutching the magenta bracelet behind her back. “oh yeah? what’s that?”

setting her drink down on the glass table, she stepped closer. “are you ready?”

rafe chuckled, nodding as he stared up at her in awe. he sat still in anticipation while she brought her hands back around slowly, intent on making him wait. “i made you…” she held her cupped hands out proudly “a bracelet!”

“this is for me?” he gasped, feigning shock as he held his arm out for her to put it on.

after the small struggle of fitting the bracelet over his hand, he held it up to his face, smiling. “you think this is my colour?” he joked, mocking her choice of a bright pink. “hey! it bring out your eyes..” she pouted, settling on his knee.

her face twisted into a small frown as he failed to say anything else, his eyes falling on hers.

he almost couldn’t think of the words to describe how he felt in that moment, he just knew he’d never felt like this before, with anyone.

“i love you so much y/f/n, like, a lot” he grinned, stroking her arm gently. her mouth opened slightly as her breath hitched.

she’s waited so long to hear him say it that she’d almost completely forgotten that she never had either.

“i love you too rafe, this much!” she giggled again, holding her arms out as wide as they could go.

he chuckled at hee childlike behaviour, pulling her in a for a soft kiss, his hands trailing her waist.

“finally!” a small voice squeaked from below them. the pair broke into fits of laughter as they realised wheezie had heard the whole thing, still counting the flower necklaces.

turning back to eachother, she eyed the bracelet on his wrist.

“you really gonna wear that?” amused at the thought. rafe nodded immediately. “absolutely princess…”

and that he did. big scary rafe cameron wore it like a medal on his wrist, begging her to make him a new one every he accidentally snapped it, which was a lot.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #dom!rafe #rafecameron #rafe obx #soft!dom rafe #dealer!rafe

[ghcstao3]

what about werewolf!ghost x vampire!soap 👀

hope you don’t mind me using the occasion to revive the rileys for an awkward family dinner

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Being brought home to meet Ghost’s family is probably one of the more interesting moments of Soap’s (unbearably long) life.

And not only because he’s never properly dated someone as long as he has Ghost before—it’s also because said family isn’t human, and is more than aware of the fact that he drinks blood to keep himself alive.

So. Interesting is where he stands.

Soap is lured in with a false sense of security from two things—the first being Ghost’s insistence that his mother, brother, and sister-in-law are all nicer than him. The second being the warm smile Mrs. Riley offers him at the front door, entirely friendly and sincere, not like the brandishing of sharp canines that Ghost has flashed Soap with once or twice.

She’s pleasant to talk with, already siding with him when it comes to her son’s tendencies, and she even goes so far as to pour him a glass of pig’s blood she’d purchased just for the occasion. And being that it’s so nice, Soap doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he can only tolerate the stuff at best, especially now that he only ever takes from a specific source these days.

It’s through this lovely conversation with Ghost’s mum and the general sense of domesticity that has Soap believing that he shouldn’t encounter any problems when Beth and Tommy arrive.

But how wrong he was.

Beth at least tries to be polite, though Soap doesn’t miss the distasteful scrunch of her nose once she obviously catches scent of what Ghost so lovingly calls the wrongness of vampirism. Tommy, on the other hand, doesn’t so much as bother trying to hide his disdain.

(Thank God Soap finds out later that it’s mostly just the whole protective older brother act, but still. It hurts Soap’s feelings, just a bit.)

Dinner is absolutely stifling when all but Soap are eating what Ghost’s mum has made, all chatter dying off much too quickly in what little bouts Ghost, of all people, tries to initiate. Soap traces his finger around the rim of his barely-touched glass all while he tries to ignore Tommy’s pointed looks like Soap had done something to personally offend him.

Maybe he had.

“You’re sure about this, Simon?” Tommy eventually, finally asks after nothing but pressing silence. Though the question is asked to Soap’s left, he still feels golden eyes near identical to Ghost’s bearing down on him.

Ghost drops his fork onto his plate, his frustration palpable, emanating in waves. “Do you have to be such a prick, Tom?”

“Boys,” Mrs. Riley scolds from her end of the table. “We have a guest.”

“Yeah, and that guest’s a vampire, Mum,” Tommy spits, throwing out his hand in gesture to Soap. “He eats people.”

“Tom,” Beth hisses.

“Common misconception,” Soap mumbles. He feels all attention shift to him, as if they all remembered he was present—right, super-hearing. He clears his throat, raising his voice, “Only the… bad ones do that.”

“Besides,” Ghost is adding, and Soap is a little fearful of where he plans to take this, “he only feeds off me.”

A tense silence blankets the table. Soap wants to sink into the floor.

“…What?”

“It was my idea,” Ghost attempts to amend, but it’s already much too late. This is already a disaster, beyond disaster, and maybe Soap should’ve stuck to his guns about not meeting a family of werewolves as a vampire.

“Doesn’t matter, Simon!” Tommy exclaims his disbelief.

Ghost rolls his eyes. Soap had not at all imagined this to be where the night would lead. It’s what he desperately wished wouldn’t happen. Because he loves Ghost, and Ghost loves his family—so Soap had felt he needed to be in their good graces.

There goes that idea.

“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t trust him, Tommy,” Ghost says slowly, challenging. “Is how I feel about him not good enough?”

This finally seems to stun Tommy into some form of submission. Soap doesn't miss Beth reaching out to flick Tommy's ear.

"S'pose it is," Tommy grumbles.

"Good." Ghost sits back in his chair, and resumes eating with a smug self-satisfaction poised in his broad shoulders.

There's a kick under the table delivered to Tommy, though Soap can't tell by who. He only knows its recipient by the muttered sorry, John, that follows.

Soap supposes he can be content with that for now. He gives Tommy a close-lipped smile, fearing that any show of fangs might provoke him.

All things considered, things could be worse. Even his military training wouldn't give him a considerable upper-hand against a natural-born werewolf.

He'll have to talk to Ghost about it later. Maybe when the werewolf is shifted, and Soap can dig cold fingers through thick fur. Then again another time, when Ghost can respond with more than huffs and whines and low growls.

They'll figure it out—they've already done it once before with just each other.

But they definitely have to smooth things over sooner rather than later, or else it's going to be real awkward when Soap finally gets the courage to pull out the ring that's been weighing his pocket down for little over a month, now.

It's fine. Everything will be fine. Soap can manage interesting.

#ask #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #ghoap #writing #alternate universe

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Forcing musical Erik to watch himself in the mirror as you touch him telling him how pretty he is how much you love him

I feel like the flames of hell are burning my face every time I read this-/pos

Should be noted that Erik uses an absolute abomination of mashup of what perspective he refers to himself in. (Changes from Erik to I, and from me to he, Etc.) Becomes especially noticeable the more he gets fucked out.

In truth, there wasn’t much that Erik could do to set you off, and even then he did his best to avoid performing acts that he thought would even slightly upset you, too obsessed with keeping his place as your good boy to try and perform any underhanded tactics that would earn him punishment. Sure, often occasionally you had to persuade Erik with kisses and soft touches to not kill anyone who glanced your way, (anytime he succeeded lost him all contact with you for a week which was enough for him to never kill unless he deemed it absolutely necessary,) but other than the occasional murder, Erik never truly upset you! Well, actually, there was one thing that never failed to shake you that Erik was quite guilty of, and that was that Erik seemed to constantly say horrendous things about himself, specifically his appearance.

Now, you would be the first to admit that Erik’s face was not unblemished, but you had made it clear to Erik many times how you thought he was handsome in his own right, how no matter what he would always belong to you and be your babydoll. You had also warned Erik two days ago that the next time he said such negative things about himself that you would take matters into your own hands, not necessarily that you would punish him, but you would be giving him a ‘correctional lesson’.

Of course, Erik had only managed to make it to this evening without making scorching comments in regards to his face.

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Currently Erik was sobbing on top off you into your neck, his white half mask and wig having been knocked off his being as he burrowed himself into the crook of your shoulder.

“Maman, Erik doesn’t deserve your love! This lowly beast and his hideousness doesn’t deserve you! But I need you! You are all Erik needs, my angel, my beautiful, perfect, (Y/N)! And-and yet, I don’t deserve you! My horrid face taints your flawless being! But please, don’t leave your poor beast! Stay with me, maman, please!”

You weren’t really sure what had got Erik to this point, pleading with you as though you planned to leave him that very moment and never return. Thinking back to earlier, the only clue that something was off was before you made your presence known to Erik, he had been positively slamming his organ keys with a fury very few could ever feel. And yet still, as soon as he realized you were there he threw himself at your feet, bawling like a sinner trying to repent before their god. Of course his sudden movement had startled you, throwing you off balance and making you fall to the floor a few feet away from Erik. The disfigured man hadn’t even bothered to pick himself up to carry himself the rest of the way to you, instead opting to drag himself along the cold floor until he could curl up in your embrace and bury his face in your neck, blubbering about how good you were and how hideous he was, how he didn’t deserve you, which brings you to where you are now.

“Now what’s all this about, babydoll?”

Your hands instinctively went to cradle what of Erik’s head you could reach and trace lovingly over his spine, resulting in Erik wailing more and miserably sniffling.

“(Y/N), I love you! I love you so much it hurts! But you are an angel compared to this loathsome carcass of a man! A man who’s face is so twisted, his own mother couldn’t bear to look at or to love him! But Erik can’t let his (Y/N) go! He needs her! He needs her with him and for her to love him eternally! Please, love me, please! I will do anything!”

“Oh, Erik. I do love you! I love you more than anything I have ever loved before! I won’t leave you, you can trust that, and I most certainly will not stop loving you, babydoll.”

With Erik still clinging onto you like a lifeline, you somehow managed to sit up and prop yourself against a wall, Erik immediately scrambling to reposition himself into your lap. Instead of hiding his face away from you once more, Erik shakily grasped your hands with his own and brought them up to cup both of his cheeks, his tears slowly beginning to dry as your thumbs gently brush under his eyes, careful when pressing into the right side of his face.

As though noticing your cautiousness, Erik pressed your hands firmer against himself, craving any deep-pressure touch he could get from you. Slowly, gently, Erik lowered his forehead to yours and allowed himself to relax into your figure, his eyes fluttering shut as his breathing slowly started to even out.

“I love you, (Y/N)! Please, don’t ever leave me!”

It always amazed you how Erik could put such a strong plea infused with emotion into such a small whisper, without any of its tone being lost to you.

“I won’t leave you, babydoll, I promise. I love you too much to even consider it.”

That seemed to be all the go ahead Erik needed to start smothering you with kisses. They were soft and slow at first, Erik seemingly just relishing in the feeling of your lips against his, keeping you two connected for as long as he could before you both needed to breathe and pushing harder on your hands that still cupped his face to try and feel more of you. Erik seemingly could only take the soft kisses for so long before he needed more, pressing his swollen lips to yours with near bruising force, the kisses slowly becoming heated and fast paced.

Still making sure your hands were touching him, Erik removed your palms from his face and dragged them down his neck, over his chest, making sure your fingertips grazed over his ribs as he shuddered with pleasure before stopping at his hips and gently gripping your fingers so they clamped down on his body firmly, removing his digits from yours and wrapping his arms around your neck to bring himself closer to you.

Shifting himself so that his whole front was pressed snug against you, Erik parted his mouth and swiped his tongue against your lips. The instant you parted your own lips, Erik’s tongue went back into his mouth to try to coax yours into following, mentally pleading you to use the wet muscle to completely tangle with his own. The minute you complied with his silent begging, you were met with a moan so needy you almost thought Erik had cum. Tightening his arms around you, Erik let out breathy whines and worked his lips against yours with such a fevered passion you would have thought Erik was trying to merge your two beings into one. You gently pulled yourself away from him when you felt his erection rub against your stomach, chuckling as Erik let out a whimper and tried to reconnect your lips with his once more, only halting as one of your hands came up to cup his cheek again. Nudging his head into your palm like some sort of needy pet, Erik managed to get your thumb into his mouth as he peered down at you with half lidded eyes, already beginning to suck on the digit and still letting out small moans.

“Someone’s awfully eager. But…I did say that the next time my darling Erik talked so negatively about himself, I would have to give him a…little lesson.”

Taking your hand away from Erik’s face made him let out distressed whines, following after your hand until he physically couldn’t and trying to keep your thumb in his mouth for as long as possible.

“Non! Maman, I’m sorry! Erik wants to be your good boy! Don’t stop calling me your good boy! Please!”

Apparently the mere thought of losing his title as your good boy was enough to drive Erik to tears once more, his breathing becoming shallow as he looked at you with panicked eyes.

“Don’t worry babydoll, you’re still my good boy. But sometimes good boys need a little guidance, yeah?”

Slowly, Erik nodded his head in agreement. He always had adored it when you guided him! But…what if he messed up? What if you did end up not calling him a good boy? What if he was unable to pleasure you? What if-

Erik’s train of thought was cut off by your lips on his once more, a feeling of bliss overtaking his anxiety. Ending the kiss and pulling away, you spoke in a low tone.

“Alright babydoll, I’m going to give you two minutes to run to your room, strip down, and wait for me on the bed, alright? I’ll join you once the times up.”

Erik couldn’t help but steal another kiss before excitedly scurrying off to his room. Getting up once Erik was out of sight, you gently picked up his discarded mask and wig and laid them on his organ before making your way to the bathroom. Erik may have been too aroused to think about it, but since you were the one laying on the floor, your hands were probably dirty and needed to be cleaned before you touched Erik so intimately. Drying off your hands, you started to make your way to Erik.

The image that greeted you when you opened the door truly was a sight for sore eyes. Erik was sitting against the bed frame and had one of his hands upon his chest, stimulating his nipple, while the other teased the areas around his cock yet never quite actually touched it.

“Maman, maman please! Please!”

Erik was trying to keep his voice down, and with his eyes closed, you were one hundred percent certain that he was completely oblivious to your presence.

“I take it you’re ready then, sugar?”

Erik nearly jumped out of his skin at your voice suddenly echoing around his chambers, before nodding, climbing off of his bed, and stumbling towards you.

“Maman, may-may I undress you? Please? May maman’s good boy help her undress?”

“Of course, babydoll.”

Immediately Erik began to hastily remove all of the fabric from your figure until you were completely bare before him.

“M-may I t-touch you, maman? Please? Please, let me touch you! Please!”

“Yes, Erik, you can touch me.”

Swallowing nervously, Erik began to trace his fingertips all across your body, skimming over your chest, to your stomach, and over your pelvis and thighs. Pulling you into a desperate embrace, Erik placed heated kisses to your lips and began to shyly trail them down the side of your neck. Quickly getting down on his knees, Erik moved to lick at your clit and tried to nudge your legs apart so that he could actually push his tongue inside you, moaning and fluttering his eyes at both your taste and the relief at having a part of you in his mouth. However, this wasn’t about you, this was about Erik. With that thought in mind, you attempted to move away from Erik, but were halted by his hands shooting up to hold your hips in place and prevent you from moving as his tongue worked all the more feverishly inside you.

“B-babydoll, come on now, that-that’s enough of that!”

Moving your hands down to Erik’s head, you gently urged him away from yourself, careful to not press too hard into the textured skin of his right cheek. You could feel Erik press against your hands, letting out distressed whines the more you tried to take yourself away from his mouth and looking up at you with pleading eyes as he strained to keep his tongue within your vagina. After a few seconds of easing his head towards the ceiling with your hands, Erik was forced to remove his mouth from you.

“Mommy, no! Let Erik keep going! Maman, let me keep going, please!”

You could see the tears beginning to well up in Erik’s eyes as he pled with you to let him taste more of you, but you held firm.

“Not right now, babydoll. Now, I want you to be my good boy and go sit on the bed for me. I have to get something ready for our session.”

Erik reluctantly drew himself away from you and did as you asked, his malformed lips trembling as he forced back a plea for you to change your mind.

For all the time you spent exploring Erik’s underground house, you had only ever managed to find one mirror, and even then it had usually been covered with his black cloak or another material of some kind. It sat atop atop a black vanity directly across from the foot of Erik’s bed, and should you stand in front of it, you would be able to see from your mid thigh to the ceiling behind your head. However, if your calculations were correct, when sitting on the bed you should be able to see your entire body (or bodies in this case) reflected back at you.

Erik watched with a mixture of apprehension, confusion, and longing for you as you made your way over to the vanity and pulled back the velvet fabric. Laying the material across the wood, you turned around and walked back to Erik, sitting against the middle of his head frame. Immediately Erik tried to crawl over to you and sit himself in your lap to resume kissing you, but you put a quick stop to that.

“Okay babydoll, I want you to sit between my legs with your back to me and look towards the mirror. Can you do that for me, sugar?”

“B-but mommy, Erik needs kisses!”

“I’ll give you kisses, baby, but you have to listen to me first.”

Letting out small whines, Erik obeyed, slumping against you and lowering himself until his head was at the same level as yours, if not a little lower. Remembering the second half of your command, Erik looked towards the mirror and gasped at the sight before him, finally grasping what you intended it for. With his cheeks positively burning, Erik stared at his reflection and took in his dilated pupils, the way his normally puffy lips were swollen further from yours, the way his cock twitched against his stomach as your hands grazed over his sides, but the sight that really made Erik blush was the image of you sitting behind him, looking into his mirrored eyes and smirking as you ducked down and began to press kisses to his neck.

Of course, you being you, you knew exactly where where Erik’s sweet spot was; about three inches under his right ear (you’ve figured out that any of the skin close to his birth defects was highly sensitive) and about a fingers width back, and Erik absolutely adored it whenever you would nip and suck on the area. Naturally, you immediately went to attack the erogenous zone, listening to Erik’s whiny moans.

“Mommy! Mommy please! Nghh-Please!”

Pulling away, your lips were immediately captured by Erik’s, his head tilted at an angle and his hands gently gripping your thighs that caged his legs. Agonizingly slow, your hands swept over his fevered skin until you softly gripped his shaft and began to deliberately pump him up and down. Moaning into the kiss, Erik felt his eyes roll into the back of his skull as nothing but pure ecstasy began to flow through his veins and cloud his mind. As you separated your lips from Eriks, he began to pant and swiftly tucked his face into the crook of your neck. Noticing your babydoll wasn’t looking at himself, you stopped stroking him.

“M-maman! Maman, no! Don’t stop, don’t stop mommy! Please!”

“If you want mommy to keep touching you, you have to look in the mirror, baby.”

Whimpering, Erik stole a glance at his duplicate, and was rewarded with you beginning to run your hand up and down his shaft once more.

“There’s my pretty babydoll. So beautiful, just for me. You’re being such a good boy, you are my good boy.”

The fact that you could say such things with so much love and affection with everything Erik was ashamed of, everything he had been denied love because of, spread and glaring at the two of you within the reflective surface, completely wrecked him as he began to sob.

“Mommy! Mommy! Erik, aah- I-I-ngh- Erik n-needs-AAghh! I-I-I-haaAGH-M-M-O-MMY!”

“Breathe, babydoll. You’re so pretty, Erik, so handsome. Absolutely gorgeous. I love you, I wouldn’t have anyone else.”

Stroking Erik faster, you watched in the mirror as pretty little tears fell from his eyes down to his cheeks, and it wasn’t long before Erik began to thrust his hips up into your hand, rutting into your grip like a dog in heat. Erik knew he was close, and out of reflex he took his gaze away from the mirror and burrowed his face into the crook of your neck as he felt himself peak-…you-you stopped moving! Erik wailed as he pulsed and throbbed in your grip, he had been so close!

“M-maman, maman! Please, more! Erik needs-I need-I need more! Please! Erik will be so good for you, he promises, maman!”

“Good boys look in the mirror, babydoll. Are you going to look? Or do you want mommy to stop touching you?”

“I-I’ll look mommy! Erik will look! But please, keep touching me, please!”

“Good boy.”

Fisting Erik’s cock, you felt his body go completely limp against you, save for his hips still thrusting into your hand.

“Look at how pretty you look, baby. That’s it, you’re doing so good for me, babydoll.”

Erik seemingly didn’t even have the mental power to properly respond, only managing small cries of ‘maman’, ‘mommy’, and ‘please’, with the addition of a few French words you couldn’t quite catch. Speeding up, you could feel his wild pulse as he throbbed into your hand, his precum aiding in making sure you weren’t to rough with him (he probably would enjoy it as long as you were still just as loving and semi-gentle). More moans and whimpers trickled past Erik’s malformed lips as you went back to marking up his neck, still looking up often to make sure he was watching himself properly. Suddenly his noises seemed to become more urgent and high pitched, his hips bucking wildly with no pace as Erik heard himself begging for release.

“MAMAN-ngh-I-I-ahhhh! Mommy I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, babydoll, that’s it. Let it all out.”

Erik watched through tears of pleasure as he painted his stomach and chest white, a guttural cry of ecstasy escaping from somewhere deep within him. Slowly, after a few minutes, Erik’s hips stopped twitching and his breathing calmed.

“You did so good for me Erik, I’m so proud of you babydoll.”

“B-but you did not orgasm, mon ange!”

“I don’t need to! I wanted to focus on you tonight, to show you that I love you and that you shouldn’t say such horrible things about yourself! You are mine, Erik, and I will love you no matter what.”

Shakily rising to his knees and turning around, Erik gripped your hips and pulled you down until your head was resting on his pillows before laying himself on top of you, not caring about the feeling of his sperm being pressed between both of your bodies.

“Erik, come on, we’ve gotta get you cleaned up, or your sheets will get dirty.”

“I will simply wash them tomorrow, Erik needs his (Y/N) too much to care at the moment!”

“Fine, fine, fine. You’re lucky you’re so cute, babydoll.”

Blushing, Erik stole a kiss from your lips before settling back down onto your chest and tucking himself under your chin as you ran your fingers over the top of his head.

“Maman?”

“Yes, sugar?”

“Je t’aime!”

“Je t’aime, babydoll. I love you too.”

“…Maman?”

“Yes, babydoll?”

Erik appeared nervous now, unable to look up at you and tracing lines into your chest with shaking fingers.

“Maman, please let me use my mouth on you! I’ve been so good! I’ve been so good for you!”

With a sigh and a small exasperated smile on your lips, you peered down at Erik.

“You really are relentless, huh?”

“S’il vous plaît, maman!”

“Okay, fine, but you really don’t have-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Erik pressed a thankful, yet needy, kiss to your lips and ducked under the covers before he began to desperately mouth at you, happily moaning and peering up at you from between your legs with lovesick eyes.

“Oh babydoll, whatever will I do with you?”

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@sloppyzengarden

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 6: Compound Living

Summary: Your recovery continues in the Avengers Compound. You open up to Wanda about your past and have a heart-to-heart that may lead to something more for the both of you. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter of Guardian Angel will most likely be posted after the holidays. I hope you enjoy!

Guardian Angel Masterlist

If you had to stare at another cup of jello, you might just scream. After being stuck in the Med Bay for two weeks, you were craving something sweet from the shop. You were surprised that the food wasn't better given that Stark could have brought up filet mignon if he wanted to. You were extremely grateful that you were finally leaving the Med Bay today, even though you weren't going far.

Wanda would be here shortly to help you move into her old room in the compound. The redhead had been coming to visit you almost every day when she wasn’t out on a mission or at home with the boys. It was the highlight of your day when she walked through your door and brought some much-needed color and personality to your plain old Med Bay room. 

Every moment spent with Wanda you learned something new. Her childhood and the happy memories she had of Pietro, despite the struggles they faced growing up in war-torn Sokovia. She waxed poetically about her parents. How her father would bring home American sitcoms that she fell in love with while simultaneously learning English. The Chicken Paprakish her mother lovingly prepared.

Despite all the information you had learned about her and everything she knew about you, you still felt like you were holding back. You couldn’t miss the look she gave you when Dr. Cho said she couldn’t reach your parents, but you were too scared to mention the kiss you had shared when you first woke up after the accident. You feared that Wanda would dismiss it as a mistake caused by your shared vulnerability. However, you knew you couldn't avoid it forever.

Dr. Cho and Banner entered your room, interrupting your thoughts. "You're all set," said Dr. Cho, handing you your discharge papers and aftercare instructions. "Remember, your first follow-up appointment is on Friday."

“Thank you both so much. I'm really grateful,” you said, choking up.

“Okay, who’s ready to bust out of this joint?” Wanda announced pushing in a wheelchair.

Oh great, my driver is here," you joked, wiping your eyes before Wanda could see. "Will you ever stop treating me like a baby? I've made significant progress in my recovery thanks to the cradle.”

“Not a chance,” helping you shift from the bed into the wheelchair. 

*^~^*

“Steve, Bucky, and Sam are at your apartment getting your stuff and Natasha should be back from the Candy Bar any minute with an update from Harper on the shop,” rolling you down the hall and into the elevator. “Because you can’t just rest and let yourself heal, you have to be a workaholic,” Wanda mumbled. 

"I have never missed a day of work, not even when I had a fever of 102," you proudly declared.

Wanda sighed and said, "I'm sorry Y/N, but I don't think that's the kind of flex you think it is.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Maximoff," said FRIDAY.

“Oh, my God!” You exclaimed. “Who is that person?” If you could stand up from the wheelchair, you would have.

"Relax, it's only FRIDAY," Wanda said as she laid a hand on your shoulder.

“What?”

“Tony's AI interface is integrated into every function in the compound and can provide assistance with any needs.”

“I notice that you have a guest, Ms. Maximoff.”

“Yes, FRIDAY. This is Y/F/N Y/L/N. She’s going to be staying with us for a bit in my old room.”

Welcome Ms. Y/L/N. Please let me know if you need assistance.

“Hi FRIDAY, it’s nice to meet you too.”

“She’ll be your new best friend,” Wanda joked. 

“Stark really can do anything,” you said.

The elevator stopped as FRIDAY announced your arrival in the living quarters. Doors opened to a stunning common area, leaving you speechless. Needless to say, it was much nicer than your apartment.

"Welcome to the common room and the kitchen," Wanda said, as she led you through the room. "We usually keep some late-night snacks in the fridge, and if you ever need something sweet, I can show you where Clint keeps his stash of chocolate," she giggled.

"This is amazing," you say, your eyes wandering around the room.

“What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. I mean, you hear rumors about the Avengers Compound, but you don’t know if it’s true. Oh my god! Look at that plasma screen TV! A Ps5!” Squealing like a little kid. 

“Yes, when they're not working, you'll find the boys and some of the younger ones gathered around that ridiculous thing.

“I want to play!” 

“Y/N, you only have one good arm.”

“So, I could still play! Call out moves,” you pleaded as Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Tony’s lab is down that corridor to the left. He’s usually in there tinkering away at all hours of the night until Pepper comes and gets him.” Wanda continues to roll you down a separate hallway, “Team bedrooms are down this way.” 

You passed a few doors before coming to a stop. “This is my room,” gently opening the door and pushing you inside. 

“Wow, Wanda, this is awesome.”

If you walked in a forest at first light, if you let the awakening green hues into your soul, that would be the sense that was her bedroom. There was a calmness, a serenity, a feeling of optimism. The same feelings you felt whenever she was in your presence. 

“Thank you. It’s not as fancy as some of my teammates' rooms, but I loved it,” helping you out of the wheelchair and onto the bed. “I did my best to make it my safe space. So no matter what was going on outside, no matter what happened out in the field, I could come home and find my peace of mind again.” 

“That’s beautiful, Wanda.”

As you looked up, Natasha called out "Knock knock" from the doorway.

“Reporting back from the Candy Bar, boss,” Nat said walking towards you.

“Oh God, I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“Relax, everything is fine,” Nat said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “That Harper girl has the shop running like a well-oiled machine.”

Thank goodness, you exclaimed. "Do we need anything? I could place an order from here," you said, reaching for your phone.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be working. Your number one priority should be your recovery," Wanda interrupted.

You simply grumbled at her response before turning back to the Black Widow. 

“I called Harper and let her know you were coming. Is there any chance she didn’t fangirl over you when you arrived?”

“If you consider knocking over a jar of jelly beans and dropping some kid’s ice cream on the floor keeping her composure, then sure. She was very composed,” Natasha said. 

You ran a hand down your face, imagining your best friend's clumsiness. You said, "Thank you, Natasha. I owe you one. I have been going crazy not being there. It was a relief to have someone in there to keep an eye on the place.

“No problem, Y/N,” patting your leg. “Oh, and one more thing,” bringing her other hand out from behind your back. “I brought you back a little something.” Holding up a bag from your shop. “Harper told me what you liked. The first rule of compound living - guard your snacks or they will be eaten by one of the boys,” handing you the bag. 

“You’re the best! I’ve been craving some sweets from the shop,” taking the bag.

“I know,” Natasha smirked. “Second rule of compound living - I know everything.” 

“It’s true,” Wanda confirmed. 

“Delivery!” Sam called out as he walked into the room carrying a couple of boxes with Steve and Bucky trailing behind with boxes of their own. 

“Wow, did you pack up the entire apartment?” Nat teased.

“We wanted to be prepared for every eventuality,” Bucky said. “We weren’t sure what Y/N would need.”

“Wow, thank you so much, you guys,” you said. 

Steve said, "We'll be happy to help you unpack after our meeting with Hill," placing down the boxes.

I'll come with you guys," Nat said. "See you in a bit, Y/N.

“Bye,” you waved. 

Wanda fluffed the pillow behind your back before sitting down on the bed next to you.

“Comfortable?” 

“Yes, very much so.”

“Is there anything I can get you?” 

“No, I’m alright for now,” a small yawn escaping your lips.

“I should let you get some rest,” rising from the bed.

“Wanda, wait,” placing a hand on her arm. 

She turned back toward you, her face curious. 

There's something I need to share with you. It's the reason why I'm here, recovering away from my family," you say, your gaze fixated on the soft comforter. "You see, my parents and I are not on good terms. We're estranged.”

Wanda’s face softened at the admission. 

“My parents founded Onyx Petroleum in California in 1978. They're not exactly Tony Stark rich, but pretty close. Growing up, I always felt resentful towards them - they were never the kindest people in the world, and their wealth and status just made it worse. But once I started researching climate change and the impact of fossil fuels on our planet, everything changed. It was disgusting to see the sheer amount of pollution that Onyx Petroleum, one of the world's top five most polluting companies, was responsible for. And yet, despite all of this, they still don't seem to care even an iota. It's just not right.”

Wanda's calming hand on your thigh pulls you back into the present moment as you take a deep breath.

“Throughout my entire childhood, my parents never failed to remind me that one day I would inherit and run the family business. When I turned 18, they presented me with a legal document that would bind me to take over the company as the Chief Executive Officer after completing my college education. The mere thought of it was enough to make me feel physically ill,” you look down at your lap as you recount the painful memory. "I remember the day I told them that I would rather live on the street than work for their business," you said softly. "I had always dreamt of doing something that aligned with my values and passions, and I knew that working for them would compromise that. But they didn't take it well. The very next day, they cut me off and kicked me out of their lives. It was as if I had never existed to them." Your voice cracks a little as you finish your sentence, and you take a deep breath to steady yourself.

"Oh Y/N," she said, gently placing a hand under your chin and tilting your head up. Your eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill over.

“I moved in with Harper,” wiping at your eyes. “I funded my college education using the savings I had accumulated over the years and pursued a degree in entrepreneurship. Upon graduation, I took a leap of faith and established the Candy Bar with Harper. It has been the saving grace of my life," you breathed out, feeling a sense of release from the burden that had been weighing you down.

Wanda didn't respond immediately. As you looked up, you saw tears shining in her eyes. "I am grateful that you trusted me enough to share all of this with me. I am so sorry that this was your reality."

“It was a long time ago. I’ve built a life and a business that I love, and I don’t think about it for the most part. But, when I heard Helen say that she couldn’t get a hold of my parents after the accident… I don’t know,” you trailed off.

“I understand that the accident must have brought up some painful memories for you. Trust me, I know firsthand how much courage it takes to face such buried trauma," she said, placing her hands gently on top of yours. "You're an incredible woman, and it's a shame that your parents aren't here to witness the amazing person you've become.

You nodded silently before meeting the gaze of the redhead. Those beautiful green eyes caught your attention once again.

“If you ever want to talk about this I’m always here, or I can talk to Bucky about introducing you to Dr. Raynor. She’s a terrific therapist.”

After thanking Wanda, you thought the conversation was over, but you could see her contemplating something. "What's wrong?" you asked her.

Oh, nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just… I’ve felt so guilty about what happened between us after you woke up in the Med Bay,” struggling to get the words out. “I felt like I took advantage of you and how vulnerable we both were in that moment.”

"Oh, thank God you finally said something!" you exclaimed, relief washing over your voice.

“What do you mean?” A look of confusion on her face. 

"I felt the same way, but I was too scared to say anything. I've been wanting to bring it up for two weeks, but I was afraid you would dismiss it as a mistake in the heat of the moment," you rambled. "Then I thought maybe the reason you weren't bringing it up is because you did think it was a mistake, and I didn't know--" Wanda cut you off by placing a finger over your lips.

“Shhh…”

You didn’t realize that you were out of breath. 

"I like you, Y/N. It's the first time I've felt this way about anyone since Vision, and it scares me. From the moment I saw you in that cafe, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind, and then when I saw you in that car..." She started to choke up.

I know," you reassured her. "I haven't stopped thinking about you either. When I woke in the Med Bay and you were there," reaching up and stroking Wanda's cheek, "I knew I was going to be okay.

Wanda leaned into your palm as her eyes met yours.

“It wasn’t a mistake, Wanda.”

“No, it wasn’t.” 

As she leaned forward, you could feel your heart racing with anticipation. Suddenly, her lips met yours again for the second time. It was a soft and tender kiss at first, but then you felt Wanda's hands gently cup your face, pulling you closer to her. You could sense a deepening urgency in her touch as her lips moved against yours with a newfound passion. In that moment, you forgot about everything else - your worries, fears, past, and future. All that mattered was the intimate moment you were sharing with Wanda. When you finally broke the kiss, your eyes met and you both knew that you had found something special in each other.

*^~^*

After their meeting, Steve, Bucky, and Sam kept their promise and returned to help you unpack. When Steve knocked on your door, there was no answer. Upon slowly opening the door, he discovered that you were sound asleep on the bed. Your good arm was wrapped around Wanda, who was peacefully dozing while snuggling up against your chest.

“Should we wake them?” Sam asked. 

"No, let them sleep. We can start unpacking the boxes," suggested Steve.

You woke up a couple of hours later with the afternoon sun shining on your face. Wanda stirs slightly next to you.

"Hi," you muttered wearily.

"Hey," Wanda said while stretching and looking up at you.

“I guess we fell asleep.”

“It’s lunchtime. You should eat something. Let me grab you some food,” she said, looking at her watch.

“I'll come with you. I'm tired of being cooped up in rooms.”

As the two of you sat up in bed, your eyes widened in surprise as you took in the state of the room around you. You couldn't help but notice that all your belongings had been carefully unpacked and placed in their proper places, giving the space a neat and organized feel. The room was adorned with delicate fairy lights that cast a warm, inviting glow around the space, while a beautiful bouquet of flowers sat proudly on the coffee table, adding a touch of elegance and charm to the overall decor. It was evident that someone had taken great care and effort in decorating the room, and you couldn't help but feel grateful and touched by the thoughtful gesture.

“Um, can FRIDAY unpack boxes?” you asked

Wanda smirked and said, "I don't think she can." Then she added, "In case it isn't clear, I think the team likes you too, Y/N."

“Wow,” you were completely amazed.

#guardian angel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #avengers compound #avengers x reader #mcu #comfort

[lendeah]

Hey I saw ur recent thing about astarion/durge w scars and I raise to Astarion/Tav with a shit ton of scars they actually do have stories for (either really dumb or really cool or kinda traumatic) and astarry just lovingly traces them and asks about them

YES!!! I love the idea.

Here you go, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for asking! 🤍🫶🏻

Astarion loved tracing the little scars dotting your body. Even in moments of exhaustion, as you both lay on the bedroll after a arduous day of battle, he would gently trace the intricate lines of your skin with lazy fascination.

"Now, I bet this one has a story worth hearing," he drawls, caressing with his finger along the long scar on your arm.

You let out a small chuckle and decide to humor him. "This one here? That was from a sword fight. I was trying to protect my brother because he had been having an affair with a married woman, and it got pretty intense. I ended up taking a pretty bad hit, but luckily I lived through it."

The vampire cocks an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "So let me get this straight," he drawls, "you got this scar defending your brother's honor from a scorned lover? Sounds like your brother could have used some self-defense lessons."

You shrug "I guess, but he is my brother. I couldn't just let him struggle on his own. Besides, I'm the better fighter of the two of us." you say with a smirk.

A mischievous chuckle escapes his lips, "Always the hero, huh?" he lets out a resigned sigh, but his eyes glint playfully. "You know, your stubborn selflessness isn't the most attractive trait."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what is my most attractive trait to you?"

Astarion chuckles, then brings his cold fingers to your forehead, gently brushing the skin there, "This scar above your eye? It's quite the attractive feature. Really adds to your whole intimidating aura," he purrs, "I must hear the tale behind it."

You roll your eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to you. "Ugh, that one gave me nightmares for weeks." You say with a grimace. "I was being chased by an angry tabern owner because I may or may not have stolen some of his ale. Anyway, he caught up to me and I fought him off as best as I could, but he still managed to get a knife to my face." You shudder at the memory and the thought of your mother's scolding afterwards.

Astarion chuckles, "Oh darling, you? Stealing? And ale, of all things? Positively scandalous. I find it hard to believe."

You give him a playful glare, "Oh please, I was young and reckless. Plus, the ale was really good."

He shakes his head in disbelief, but the fondness in his eyes is unmistakable. As he takes your hand in his, his soft fingers tracing over the familiar lines and curves, you feel a warmth spread through your chest. His thumb gently traces the jagged scar on your palm, "This one looks like a fish bone" He says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes "Yeah, well, I got that one in an attempt to save my friends when I was young." you say "We were out at sea enjoying the warm weather, when suddenly a massive creature emerged from the depths. It had razor-sharp teeth and writhing tentacles, and before we knew it, our boat was under attack. I reached out to help my friends and next thing I know, I'm tangled up in this thing's grasp. Thank the gods a wizard happened to witness our struggle and put down the beast. Lesson learned: never underestimate the power of the ocean's creatures."

He rolls his eyes back, "Of course the heroic, strong, selfless and pretty one would make something like that sound like a normal and not crazy thing to do." He looks back at your hand, "But no worries, darling, your hand is just fine. In fact, it's quite charming in its own rugged way." He says, taking your palm to his lips, making you shiver. Despite his teasing, there is a genuine admiration in his voice that warms your heart. His hand then moves up to cup your cheek. "You certainly have an interesting collection of scars."

You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of happiness and vulnerability. No one has ever taken the time to truly listen to your stories before, let alone find them interesting. But with Astarion, it feels different, like he sees you for who you truly are, flaws and all.

"Back home, some people said I was a monster because of them" you say, gesturing to the marks on your body, "but I like them, I think they all have a story behind them worth telling."

Astarion raises an eyebrow, "People called you a monster? What foolishness."

You shrug, "It's just how things were back in my hometown. They were afraid of anything different or out of the ordinary."

A playful glint dances in his eyes and his sharp fangs glisten. "Oh, I'm sure I'm a real nightmare to them," he quips with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, "Well, it's not every day someone meets a charming vampire like yourself."

Astarion leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your skin. "You know, I never tire of hearing your stories. You always manage to surprise me."

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, but before you can respond, Astarion leans in and presses his lips against yours softly. It's sweet and gentle, but also filled with unspoken words and emotions, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you both lose yourselves in each other.

When you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathless and smiling. "I could listen to your stories all day," he murmurs.

"Well, lucky for you I have plenty more where those came from." you reply with a teasing grin. "Ah, but what about your scars?"

Astarion's playful smirk returns as he starts tracing your skin again. "Oh, mine? They come from a life of bloodlust and and danger."

#astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 #bg3 fanfic prompt #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 #astarion baldurs gate #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 prompts #astarion prompts

[linopls]

Im new here so askingggg do u take female x Gn! Reader bc if so MILFRACHA 🧎🧎🧎🧎

milfracha is my bias and bias wrecker which maybe says something about me

but yes of course i do so here are some of my soft headcannons of how you started dating, lmk if you want hard ones hehe

MINORS DNI! warnings: cheating in hyune's

auntie lina - god the most beautiful woman you've ever seen - she loves to take care of you like any good mother would - always buys for you, offers to do household chores for you, LOVES TO COOK FOR YOU - after her divorce she'd confess her feelings for you with tears in her eyes - "just our friendship has made me feel more cared for than he did in our whole marriage, and because of that i'm 100% sure i'm in love with you" - she would always insist she paid for dates - the first time you bought her flowers, she cried - after a while of dating she would suggest going to cabin for a weekend getaway - you two would spend the whole weekend hiking, fishing, and cooking - on the last night, she would ask you to make a trip to the convivence store a couple miles away to grab wine as she cooked dinner - she would cook you your favorite meal and set the dining area to look like a resturaunt - after dinner she would lead you back to your shared room with a glass of wine in her hand - as she opened the door you saw the bed covered in rose petals and candles everywhere - she would kiss you slow and gentle, wanting to savor every moment of hopefully her last first time - would want you both to finish at the same time, looking deep and lovingly into each other's eyes - and would fall asleep holding hands and snuggled up close together

mama hyunjin - oh wow - she comes to you about troubles in her marriage, confides in you that she thinks her husband is having an affair - as the wonderful friend you are, you try to comfort her in anyway you can - you though the best way was to distract her - you'd invite her to try a pottery class or to painting with a twist, stuff you think she'd enjoy - as the weather got colder you would take her to a pumpkin patch or to a christmas tree farm - one day, when dropping her off as you normally do, you help her bring all her new christmas decorations in the house - as she's unlocking the door she says, "y/n, i love these little dates we go on all the time." - she giggles as your cheeks flush red - dropping the bags off on the counter, she asked you to stay awhile and have a glass of wine - "han's out of the house" she would purr, tracing the outline of your jaw - you kissed her with more passion than she's ever felt in her life - as you both finish at the same time, in her incoherent whines, she would confess that she loved you - afterwards, as you clean up in the bathroom, there's a small photo of her and her husband on their wedding day and you're surprisingly guilt-free

#linopls asks: minho #linopls asks: hyunjin #linopls #linopls inbox #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagine #skz imagine #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz x y/n #minho smut #minho x reader #minho imagine #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know imagine #minho x you #minho x y/n #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x y/n #fem!skz

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Unexpected hyperfixation??

okay so what the fuck guys I just finished watching the Disney film Inside Out (2015) and my god JOY

JOY is so MOTHER like, MOMMY? Literally on the very first minute of the movie, when she was the first emotion to appear, she said "It was me and Riley forever", that caught my interest. And it only snowballed from there. I found how she would hug the memory balls so lovingly, super interesting

So definitely her defining character trait is a control freak, nice but actually covertly nasty. I love me a possessive smother, she was not too thrilled to know that she had to share the room with other emotions. But she eventually tolerated and became nice to them because they had a use to keep Riley alive and safe. But is highkey a hater towards Sadness because she thinks that blue fuck is only there to cause misery towards her beloved Riley.

Like WOW the core memories are all controlled by Joy and she genuinely finds JOY in doing menial shit like "dream duty" unlike the other emotions who finds it a chore. She does not sleep fr fr, rather obsessing over Riley and her thoughts and CONTROLLING everything so that Riley is forever happy and in bliss.

She physically cannot let Riley go to sleep sad, so she played a memory about her ice skating back in Minnesota, and she was also skating around in the headquarters. I interpreted it as Joy wanting to be physically outside Riley's head so she could mother her better and steal Riley from her parents to make her into Joy's daughter. I Pretend I Do Not See TVtropes explanation of that saying she secretly wants to be Riley because that does not fit into my ideal 💯💯

In that scene where a sad core memory was created, homegirl flipped the fuck out and tries to immediately get rid of it, throwing hands with Sadness and pulling her hair and shit just to avoid it creating whatever crappy mcshitster island it might have made.

Then the scene where she sees the mind workers siphoning faded memories to be thrown to the memory dump to be disintegrated, she was also freaking out because those are "perfectly good memories" and proceeds to list some obscure ass esoteric information about Riley's childhood, the names of every Cutie Pie princess doll to be exact LIKE DAMN JOY YOU REMEMBER THAT SHIT? DAMN

she got mad when the workers threw those memories away and briefly told them to bring them back YESS I SEE YOU HOARDER MAMI

and she is WELL ACQUAINTED with Riley's imaginary best friend because she gives a crap about everything related to Riley- like she remembers everything about his antics and work- FUCK BRO like Sadness doesn't seem to know who the hell that guy is but JOY DOES even down to that song they sang, and you can tell that she stays UP watching her dreams because she knew the Unicorn actress and her work too.

Joy's only priority is Riley like what the hell, it's just making Riley happy at all costs and she litcherally abandoned sadness at long term memory just so that she could get back up there and make her happy.

When bing bong's rocket got thrown into the pit and he was understandably devastated, Joy wasted no time in trying to cheer him up JUST SO the party could keep moving, she does not give TWO SHITS about him being sad, she just cared about Riley and Riley is #1 in her abstract ass brain. Like she even got annoyed when Sadness showed actual empathy and talked to bing bong, thinking it will just hinder advancements

And she just does NOT want Riley to feel other emotions if its not necessary, like logically yes scaring an 11 year old in her dream is going to wake her up immediately. But she would rather go the dumbass route of making a dream so happy and joyful that she would wake up like???? sanity and IQ slippage right there because she is distressed over not being able to save Riley just yet, or because of her possessiveness.

Bro?? Like when she's going through the recall tube (that inevitably failed), she was supposed to let sadness get sucked up with her, but because of her blueness is contaminating the core memories she was like "SORRY RILEY NEEDS TO BE HAPPY" and just kicked her to the curb, like with almost no hesitation she just shoved her away

My god, my favourite scene was when she was at the bottom of the memory dump where she sees the grey orbs being turned to dust and blown away, she was crying and mourning over the small details and memories like how Riley would stick her tongue out while colouring, and that one line "I can listen to her stories, all day." Like DAMN MISS OBSESSIVE ATTENTIVE I SEE YOUU

and she watched some random memory about Riley twirling around and falling like an idiot as a toddler, and she sobbed hard, like it isn't that deep but it is to Joy. Like the small stuff that she would obsess to the moon over like BRO FUCK THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

And the fact that there is this huge theme of "I do not want my Daughter-cum-flesh mecha to grow up" in Joy's character makes me want Joy so bad

Literally, throughout the entire 1h 30ish minute movie Joy's like: "I must save Riley. I live for Riley. In this reality it is only Riley", whereas the other personalities do give a damn about themselves a fair amount, a normal amount. Whereas Joy just devotes her entire concept to Riley, as in she has no personality other than obsessive, possessive, and controlling just for the best of Riley and her happiness, ALL SHE THINKS OF IS RILEY OR RELATING TO HER

like she could have been sadness where she became a sad sack about how she fucked up and stuff, and yes Joy DID fuck up by being an asshat to sadness, because she turns out to be important in regulating Riley's emotions. But Joy does not sulk and mope and become immobilized for long, she has work to do and that is to take care of Riley, LIKE?? DAMN JOY U CAN PUSH THRU SELF HATRED LIKE THAT JUST FOR YOUR RILEY

no she doesn't feel too awkward, too guilty or too shitty that she starts to alienate herself from the 4, but she just continues business as usual for the sake of Riley. Nothing matters except Riley's happiness AND wellbeing.

I swear to god Joy is the Yves emotion man, If my brain works like how the Inside Out universe works, Yves is literally Joy piloting my brain on a daily basis like omg that's YVES

Yves would be kinning so hard with Joy fr fr, he would be breathing so hard and gripping till the handles of his seat breaks, frothing at the mouth and pupils blown out at the thought of getting into your brain and accessing ALL those memory orbs, maybe even finding a way to make copies and export them into real life and to fill up his data vault

#oc yves

[dracobrooklyn]

thank u for ur service to the fandom by making durge content for us evil lizard simps 😳 may i ask, can u write durge x reader where tav is the dominant one👀 (we know durge is usually the dominant one but what if some nights he let reader/tav top him as a little treat)?

//this honestly makes me happy and I am happy to feed y’all some Durge content.

Want some more Durge x Tav!reader check the Masterlist

||MDNI 18+ || NO MINORS ALLOWED

Tav!Reader being the Dominant one in bed

So here’s the thing, it’s not that he don’t think you do good or wouldn’t do it right. He just really wants to pleasure you and let you relax while he gives you the best climax you ever had.

Also the fact that he loves the control and see the way he can make you undone with his tongue eating your pussy or his cock hitting that sweet spot.

So when you asked if you could take the reigns this one night. He was hesitant, but he decided why not? His lover should get a chance.

What he didn’t know is you made plan. You made aphrodisiacs for him to help him relax and not get a little too excited. Laying him down in bed as the potion was taking effect. His eyes hooded and his senses heightened. He could feel how your skin made him so sensitive. Straddling his lap. Kissing him lovingly, it’s a bit sloppy but he definitely moaned softly weakly massaging your ass. Your scent drives him crazy but he’s too relaxed and weak to try and pin you so he could just fuck you.

You stroke his sensitive member slowly and he definitely jerks his hips weakly and you swore you heard him whimper out a moan. You never EVER heard him whimper like that.

The whimpering became more apparent when you finally started to suck him off. Oh he loved it. Praised you every minute telling you how amazing you make him feel. You teased him a little and he got a little frustrated especially how weak he was.

You made him beg so he could climax.

He kept saying “dask” a lot. You thought he might be saying fuck just loving the feeling he was getting from you.

You finally started to ride him not giving him a chance. He was taken off guard and his tail lazily wagged against the sheets as you keep bouncing off his fat cock. Your walls feel so plush and so warm, he wanted to anchored you down and just fucking release. Oh and he is definitely drooling. Tongue hanging from the side panting.

“Come for me my DragonBorn~” you cooed at him caressing his face, having him lean against your touch as if he was starivng for your physical touch “release your climax~.”

And he did, oh thanks the gods he can finally cum. And he did, his knot swelling inside you keeping you stuck there until he is calmed down. And Durge is so tired, he just wants to sleep. He wants to hold you and just fall asleep in a blissful sleep. And you both do… with his cock still inside you so you definitely was his cock warmer for the night.

After the next morning he was back to his old self with his energy back. He definitely was glowing. Gave you kisses on your cheek thanking you for the experience. He definitely wouldn’t mind you doing it again though. But it won’t be as often. He wants to make sure you’re pleasured and pampered.

Though you had to ask

“Durge what does dask mean?” You asked him

Durge pauses as his white scales on his cheeks blush up. He did not look at you as he answers.

“It’s mother in… Draconic.” He replied

So you just realized he just called you mommy in Draconic all night.

#bg3 #bg3 bhaalspawn #bhaal #durge x reader #durge #baldurs gate 3 #the dark urge #durge dragonborn #Dark Urge DragonBorn #the dark urge dragonborn #dark urge

[according2thelore]

can i mention ls/es verse on this mommy monday? bc the old versions seem like such a fucked up fountain of that ☺️

YES YOU MAY MENTION THAT, AND YOU SHOULD!!

putting a cut for brief nsft and a dash of mommy monday

it's hard to say which dean truly out-mommies.

on one hand, LS!Dean is so domesticated, and "is nesting" so like. obviously. yes.

he makes sam sandwiches and wraps him in little towels and lovingly tends to sammy's injuries while saying how proud he is of his little boy and how important he is.

he tells sam no with a strong voice, and sam really only follows through with a lot of it if he has dean's permission, lmao. like for the trials, S!1-2 sam would absolutely attempt do them behind dean's back anyways, but they actually have a conversation about it in S!8 (as stilted as it is) and he gets his mommy's permission! so nice!

but on the other hand ES!Dean is A MOMMY! he's overprotective and controlling and tries so desperately to get sammy's approval. sammy is his preteen and has decided that dean's not cool anymore, so dean is frantically trying to bring up things they did when he was younger like "oh haha don't u remember that time that we fought that werewolf in jackson? good times 🥺 </3"

he cradles sam's face in his hands and places thumbs at the back of his neck so sammy can't break eye contact, because he can tell from just one look if he's going to be okay.

he brushes off sammy's worse injuries like the classic "get up, shake it off" and jumps head-first off of a three-story bridge because sammy goes first.

ES!Sammy is dean's misbehaving thirteen-year-old that wears uneven black nail polish and combs his bangs over his eyes and talks about the "darkness in his soul" and dean is cooing over him and insisting that "my kid's not the problem. YOUR little brat on the other hand..." and rolls up to PTA meetings with chunky highlights and a purse filled with bricks.

but in the ES/LS verse, i think LS!Dean would probably ultimately out-mommy.

because like...c'mon.

LS!Sam and LS!Dean have settled so much into that dynamic, into the quiet dance of caring and being cared for, of power being already negotiated and traded. they're a lot more comfortable in the language of tending (even though they're definitely Still Weird), whereas ES!Sam&Dean tend to inject caring and caretaking with a power struggle that they're not used to yet. ES!Sam gets a little frustrated and resentful when ES!Dean's concern/attempts at mothering (to be frank) come off as patronizing. LS!Sam seems a lot more accepting that LS!Dean's attention can chafe, and while he sometimes still snaps, he also kind of basks in it. he loves when dean gets a little possessive or protective and loves it when dean becomes reassuring (thinking S!8 finale). they definitely negotiate that power more deftly than in ES, and so ultimately, i think they're more comfortable with the idea of "mommy."

but also, LS!Dean is putting his whole pussy into mommying. he's got TWO little baby brothers to look out for? mommy overload.

like...

LS!Dean is showing ES!Sam how to fix the engine on some random, shit-ass ford pinto in the bunker's garage, and when he gestures ES!Sam over with a quiet "c'mere baby, you see how the--" not even thinking about it, and ES!Sam goes absolutely perfectly fucking still because oh my god? holy shit?

and LS!Dean crowds in behind him, voice low in his ear, "you see how the rotor's not connected here? so what do we do when the fan's tilted like that?"

and sam shakily picks up one of the wrenches and makes some adjustment, and a hand slaps down low on sam's waist, turning the skin into live wires. sam jumps a little at the touch, not used to something so openly affectionate, to the sheer size and weight of the man behind him.

"good boy, sammy," LS!Dean murmurs, right into his hair, "you're payin' attention so well."

the words white-out sam's brain, fuzzing warm and hot and spilling over like a pot on a stove. and ES!Sam is suddenly, achingly hard, chest heaving, leaning back into LS!Dean's chest, almost blind with how bad he needs...something.

something is crawling up his throat and down his legs and he should feel patronized--he's not a fucking dog--but the praise goes straight to his cock and to the back of his neck, prickling the hairs there and his heart is hammering and his mouth opens and--

anyway. happy mommy dean monday!

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3 #mommy dean monday #spn meta #how did i get so loquacious about mommyhood on this here blog #life is beautiful

[v--143]

Hi, can I ask for a fic about 3rachi Lee: han and Ler: Changbin and Chan Chan. The plot may be like this, Khan was sad in his room after a hard day, but Chan and Changbin noticed this and decided to cheer up Makne 3rachi. Thank you very much)

YES GOD I love 3racha with my entire heart and Lee Han omg this is perfectgwhrghrje please enjoy this as much as enjoyed writing it 😙

^^^ Literally wrote that.. like… July 12 🥸 but we are slightly kinda somewhat back! Hope this is enjoyable🥰

< The Pianists >

[Lee! Han]

[Ler! Bangchan + Changbin]

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Han sat inside the small private space of his room. He was pouting and upset over his inability to “play the guitar” as he wished. The Japan dome tour had ended not long ago and he felt that his skills on the guitar didn’t live up to Stays’ standards (which they obviously did, but he didn’t know that for some reason).

Right as he was laying down on his back, Chan and Changbin walk in without warning.

“Hanniee~” Bin cooes as he walks over to the edge of his bed and sits.

“Mm?” Han hummed as they say on either side of his laid down body.

“What, mm? That all you have to say to us?” Chan questioned with a smile.

“I’m tireddd don’t make me put in more effort than I have toho” Han whined as he put his hands over his face. Chan rubbed lovingly at his stomach.

“No way you’re pouting” Bin teased.

“Mmmugghhh” Han complained.

At this point, Bin and Chan eyed each other. Han had his moments of boredom or exhaustion just like the rest of them did. But.. 3racha knew their maknae, and he was definitely upset about something. His way of pretending he’s tired instead of upset was not gonna work on them today.

“What’re you upset about?” Chan questioned.

“Hm? Nothing, nothing just tired” Han brushed off his question.

“Liar” Chan said as his stomach rubs turned into quick scritches across the expanse.

Han squealed and brought his legs to his chest, scrunching his body to the side.

“Noohoho stoohop” he whined.

“You’re clearly upset about something, Han” Bin said.

Han sat up and stretched his hands out in front of him.

“I think I’m just disappointed, I’ve been trying to improve some of my skills and it’s not going as good as I planned”

“Like what?” Both Chan and Bin asked attentively.

“I don’t know.. the guitar? It sounds dumb but it didn’t feel like I did that great on stage”

Chan and Bin’s jaws dropped at the same time.

“You mean you think your badass solo where you were ripping up that guitar wasn’t good?!” Chan yelled.

“Is he talking about the one where he had every Stay and their mother crying out for him” Bin *whispered* into Chan’s ear.

“Listen” Han said throwing his arms up in mock defense, “I just didn’t like it. I feel that I need way more practice and it’s gonna be so stressful relearning what I thought I knew and if I can’t even improve it I don’t know what I’ll do-“

“How about this” Chan quickly shut him up, “I will help you with your guitar lessons if you help me with my piano ones. Deal?”

Han looked confused, he had no idea how Chan planned to help him with guitar lessons, even less how Han was mean to help with piano.

“Piano..?” Han questioned.

“Yup.” Chan said.

“He picked up on it recently. He’s really bad” Bin said jokingly as Chan nudged him in the side.

“Okay.. so how would I be of any help to you?” Han asked lovingly with a bit of confusion in his brow.

“Like this!” Chan, sat beside Han on the edge of the bed, grabbed both his wrists with one hand, and pulled Han onto his lap until his torso was resting on Chan’s thighs (arms still outstretched).

“Whahat?” Han giggled as he was dragged and confused.

“Bin, get your notes app out and hold his legs. I need my practice” Chan said.

Han giggled in anticipation, “How are wehe gonna practice this way-“

Chan dug four fingers into the spaces between Han’s ribs and shook, vibrating deep into the crevices.

“WoaHAHA CHAHAN” Han felt like his nerves were on fire with all the intense spasming his side was going through.

“WAHAIT?!?! WHAHA AAHAHA WAHA SHIHIT” was all Han really managed to get out. Chan was an expert at tickling for absolutely no reason, with his quick pokes and prodes along with his amazing awful teases.

“See because if you say you’re bad at your quickness and agility at the guitar then I-“

“NAAAHAH” Han interrupted as Chan began tasering his ribs.

“-as I was saying, then I must be awful but soo awful at the piano. So, I need this practice.”

“Hmmm Chan I think you gotta raise the tune an octave.. go under that one” Bin gave his input.

“Oh here?” Chan said as he took two fingers and inserted them under Han’s lowest rib, pushing them up against it and wiggling.

Han screamed out and thrashed as much as he could, which was difficult when his wrists were held up by Chan and his legs held down by Bin..

“NOHO PLEHHHEEHASE STOHOP LET ME GAA HA HA HAA”

“Oooh Bin you were right I did need to go lower! Much better” Chan teased.

“We need to test your ‘tuning skills’ though..” Bin said.

Chan quickly understood and began to prod at two spots on Hanji’s ribs at once. He would go under his last rib and dig into his first one, or prod into two ribs beside each other and so on.

“Hanji? Earth to Han? We need an update,” Bin giggled while trying to talk to the screaming Han on their laps, “how’s the tuning? You think he’s gotten better at it?”

“NAAAHAHAAHA WHAA ANGAHABA AHHH”

“Naaah? You don’t? Damn, guess I need more practice then..” Chan fake sighed.

Han’s eyes went wide as he screamed.

Needless to say Han was out of breath not even three minutes in. He was writhing in their grips, and Bin giving Chan instructions on how to torture him further did not help his situation. Although.. it was no lie that a break like that was needed after all the stress he went through after the concert. He seemed to have forgotten his main concern from the foggy laughter taking up every section of his brain.

He loved it.

Chan slowed down his fingers while looking fondly at a wet-faced Han. He buried his face in Chan’s lower stomach and whined as Chan laughed at his blush.

“Awww~” both him and Binnie cooed.

Han covered his face with his hands and curled up into a ball as Chan rubbed lovingly at his back. He had the widest smile on his face that he couldn’t seem to get rid of.

“Ihah I’m so tired” Han laughed out in big breaths “That was unnecessary and mean” he whined.

Chan smiled his eye smile and pet at Han’s arm. Bin was running his hand through Han’s hair, causing the younger to get sleepy fast. Chan slowly got up and covered him under the sheets and left, while Bin tip-toed away.. until Han grabbed hold on his shorts.

“Stahay” a breathy Han said.

Bin looked at him fondly, “Cuteeee” he silently cooed.

Han shook his head as Bin sat next to his still-curled-into-a-ball body. He rubbed at his arms and neck while Han fell asleep dreaming of everything except guitars and pianos for the remainder of the night.

[srs-bean]

All of Dixon Dallas’ country songs are so Sereshaw. I understand that the songs are satire but they’re stupidly catchy and honestly pretty good IMO

Good Lookin’ and F150 are just hilarious and gay country songs are Jake Seresin in song form.

But the song Sleeping Alone is THE breakup song. That’s so Jake POV of Bradley breaking up with him.

I just imagine that Jake is one of those people who show their love by being a little bit mean to the people he loves. Jake and Bradley fought for the top spot at Top Gun, they’d drill each other as they back and forth switched first and second. In the end, Jake ends up in first because of a technicality.

But also what happened at the end of Bradley’s father’s time at Top Gun? Goose died. So Bradley isn’t exactly upset about getting second, but toward the end of their time at Top Gun Bradley kind of mentally spirals and distances himself from Jake. It would be easier if he didn’t get attached to Jake because what if either of them dies like his dad did? Bradley watched first hand how hard that was on his mother, and it would just be better to avoid the unavoidable.

Jake doesn’t know this though (because god forbid Jake and Bradley share hard feelings and struggles with each other) and when he gets first at Top Gun and is lovingly giving Bradley shit for coming in second, he thinks Bradley distancing himself and breaking up with him is because for it. Jake thinks he took it too far. It’s his fault.

“My boyfriend said that he don't love me anymore. Damn, I messed this up again, and now he's headed for the door. I think he's past the point of turning back, I know it's all my fault. I'll just say I told me so, for now I'm sleeping all alone”

Anyways. Everyone go listen to Dixon Dallas and think about the gay pilots while you’re listening.

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