#i wanna hold him to me and reassure him that he doesn’t have to carry everything on his shoulders alone

[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 Reaction to You Calling Them Submissive and Breedable

Warnings: 18+, Implications of Smut, Implied Dominant Reader, Implied Submissive Reader, Some Submissive MW2 Characters, Some Dominant MW2 Characters, No Pronouns used for Reader Except for ‘You’, Gendered Spanish Terms of Endearment (Fem-Leaning), Petnames, etc.

Ghost

“Careful, Darlin’,” he says, slowly, lowly, almost hushed. He has you backed against the counter, his hands flat atop it, thick, bulging arms caging you.

He presses his front against yours, his bulge catching you in just the right place.

“Pretty little mouth like that’ll send a man wild.” His breath is hot against your lips, with his just shy of yours. Ready to silence.

“And I won’t be held responsible for what happens when I lose control.”

König

“My, my,” he says, his voice heavy, eyes half-lidded. All the while, he’s approaching you, slowly.

“My little maus is being rather brave today, aren’t you?” He’s condescending. Deceptively so.

With a growl, he pounces, wrestling you down onto the bed, his weight both an unstoppable force and an immovable object as he bunches your hands in one of his, his other at the base of your throat. A warning. He grinds against you, his panting breath quivering at the friction. All the while he’s making dead eye contact with you.

He brings his mouth down beside your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “There won’t be an inch left of you that isn’t mine by the time I’m through with you.”

Soap

“Don’t tempt me, Dolly,” he whines, giving you a pleading look.

When you continue to tease him, to mess with the bull, he gives you his horns.

He pins your arms above your head, a rabid tint in his eye. Feral.

“I warned you,” he breathes, his grip tightening. “Whatever happens now is on your head.” His tone is as serious as death. “And my terms.”

Valeria

She won’t give you the chance to even finish the sentence before she has you pinned against a wall, her chest to your back and a hand around your throat.

“Don’t fuck with me, Querida,” she says, her voice low and hissing. You can feel the darkness settling over her eyes, feel the simmering, bubbling concoction of lust and rage overflow in the way she rocks her hips into the back of yours.

“Because you know I’ll fuck you twice as hard.”

Needless to say, she’s not letting you go until you are perfectly aware that it is you who is the submissive one in this relationship.

Price

“Is that so, Love?” Price’s voice carries, aromatic. His eyes crease and trail your silhouette as he hands you a smile. Throws you a bone. Gives you a chance.

His arms are folded over his chest, the image of strength, resilience, and resolve.

“You sure you don’t wanna take that back?” he says, voice lowering. His head tilts, and his smile begins to retract into a smirk. There’s a hunger to his demeanour. His voice husks.

“Before I make you.”

Horangi

Initially flabbergasted. Then, abashed. Though, he doesn’t want you to know that.

“Negative. A baseless accusation.” He says, humourless. Though, that is his effort to try and hold back the storm, to fortify the floodgates. To keep the excitement in his chest from boiling over.

He stands toe to toe with you, his eyes sharp, dark and unwavering. A look of reproach, though he was from far above it with the thoughts racing through his mind right now.

“And I’d suggest you keep them to yourself,” his hand slithers up your side, takes your shoulder, mock reassurance in his grip. “Before someone decides to punish you for your transgressions.”

Alejandro

“Oh?” His tone is playful as he turns to face you, leaning against the countertop, his arms folded and his smile a signature upon his face.

“Well, then, you’ll have to come and dominate me.” His grin is a disguise. “Only, of course,” he pushes off, walking towards you, intent in his gait. He’s before you now, his chest touching yours. “If you can get me to behave.”

His hand wraps around your hip and squeezes you. His smile is sly. “Else, you’re just a dog whose bark is bigger than its bite.”

“And I can assure you,” his other hand slides around your shoulders, pulls you closer. “That my bite is bigger.”

Rodolfo

“I have no doubt about it, Mi Amor,” he tells you, still carefully crafting you the sandwich you requested. When finished, he passes you the creation, the lack of double-sidedness to his words reassuring. Or inviting. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Little did you know that beneath his butterscotch exterior lay the heart of a lovingly maniacal masochist who, after your little conversation, took to trying to poke the bear, to feed the lion between the bars of the cage.

And you repaid him in kind by giving in to his trap and straddling him, late into the evening, pinning his arms above his head, making vibrant conversation of the obscenities you were going to perform on him.

And he didn’t resist once, instead soaking up every ounce of love you had to give.

Graves

“Sure thing, Doll Face,” he says, blasé. Dismissive. He doesn’t even turn to face you, instead making a mild hand gesture, looking down at his documents.

“Though, let’s be honest,” he flips through his papers. “There’s nothing I can’t make you do for the right sum.” The tinge in his voice is equally as void as before, as if he were stating a fact.

Graves’ fetish for finance (and its many persuasive effects) did little to protect him from your wrath.

And you told him as much – that “No amount can save you now,” before wrecking him.

Truer words were never spoken; especially now as he sat at his desk, his body and pride sore after the fact. Though, he can’t help but crack a smile at the memory. Perhaps he’ll invoke your dominant side more often…

Gaz

“Oh, really?” he says, almost challengingly. He hands you a skeptical look, smiling all the while. Practically chuckling.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Regardless of how capable Gaz is in physical training, he truly is powerless against your advances. That much is proven when he’s pinned beneath you, breathless and whining and clawing at your thighs.

He never challenged you again after that... Well, except when he wanted to.

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𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 + 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: osamu hadn’t really thought about kids until he saw how good you are with his nephew

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: osamu miya x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom!osamu, established relationship, mentions of children/pregnancy, osamu carries the reader at one point, petnames “doll, angel”, body worship, titty/nipple play, breeding kink, vaginal sex, mating press, size kink, tummy bulge, daddy kink, creampie, implied multiple orgasms

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“𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄?” atsumu grinned as he bounced a smiling baby on his thigh. “looks just like his old man”.

from where he sits across from his brother, osamu shakes his head in reply. “think he looks nothing like ya and that’s why he is cute” the twin snickers. that remark earns a muffled giggle from you and a “shuddup!” from atsumu.

you interrupt the brother’s bickering to ask atsumu if you could hold the baby. he happily hands over his son, who you scoop into your arms eagerly. with his child being taken care of by you, atsumu is able to turn his attention back to osamu. “it was nice that you were able to come visit yer nephew. took ya long enough”.

“i know, i know. it’s not i’ve been avoidin’ it but the restaurants been busy” osamu explains, gazing in your direction to witness you rocking the baby and gently talking to him. “you can thank that one for convincing me to take some time off so we could come over today. they’ve been dyin’ to see that baby”.

“in that case. thank ya for talkin’ to my stubborn brother” atsumu chuckles after expressing his gratitude to you. you give him a little nod before your focus is back on the newborn.

“funny hearin’ you of all people call anyone stubborn with yer thick skull” osamu counters. as expected, this causes atsumu to fall his twin a string of nasty names but at this point osamu’s tuning him out. his eyes are on you and you alone. the way you interact with his nephew looks so natural. it warms osamu’s heart and makes the wheels in his head start to turn.

the two of you stayed at atsumu’s place for a few more hours. the entire time you seem utterly attached to the baby and it would be impossible not to notice how good you are with atsumu’s son. the child goes as far as to start wailing when the pair of you have to leave after dinner. it breaks your heart a little but atsumu informs you that you can visit whenever you’d like as he tries to soothe the crying little one.

despite the reassurance you appear a bit disappointed during the drive home. osamu doesn’t want to touch on it, opting to only give your thigh the occasional comforting squeeze as he navigates through traffic. in fact, the topic isn’t brought up again until you’re at home getting ready for bed.

you were in the middle of washing your face in the bathroom when you spotted osamu’s reflection in the mirror. giving him a little smile, you routine to your nightly routine. “had fun with the baby today?” osamu hums, wrapping his muscular arms around your torso. you nod your head, commented on how adorable the kid was. “hmm… ever thought about havin’ ‘em? kids i mean”.

the question surprises you a little but it doesn’t make you uncomfortable so you're able to answer him in a cheerful manner. “‘course i have. really want to have them one day”.

osamu takes pause, as if processing this information and considering if he should keep this topic going. eventually he gains some confidence and asks you about what’s been on his mind for majority of the day. “have you thought about havin’ kids with me?”.

you thought you were taken aback the first time. now you’re blinking in shock. “well yes. who else would i start a family with?”.

“i d’know. you’ve never mentioned it to me before so i didn’t wanna assume” he mumbles, gently kissing the crook of your neck. it suddenly feels like he’s holding you a little tighter, like he’s worried about scarring you away or something. “i wasn’t sure about how i felt until today but i think i want ‘em too… so what do ya say about startin’ to try?”.

that suggestion makes you stop what you were doing. even with his iron tight grip you manage to wiggle around to face osamu. there’s this anxiety in his eyes. you can tell he was unsure about bringing this up to you and it took some courage to express how he felt. you’re relieved when he relaxes a little when you peck his lips.

“there’s nothing i would love more than to do that with you ‘samu” you whisper as you stroke his cheek. “what do you say about starting tonight, hmm?”.

osamu’s pupils shift dramatically at your response. animalistic instinct seems to take over as he loosens his hold on you so his hands can travel down to your ass. “jump then” he nearly growls. how could you not listen. hopping up, osamu’s large palms hold you up as you snake your legs around his waist. he continues to massage your ass as he carries you to the bedroom.

“get undressed f’me, doll” says osamu once he placed you down on your mattress. he’s already working to tug the skin tight black shirt he had on over his head so you follow his lead. peeling your pajamas off, you toss your clothing to the side just in time. by the time your cunt is on full display for him, osamu’s cock is slapping against his stomach.

“there we go. look how pretty ya are” osamu groans, attaching his lips to your neck. he waits until he’s sucked a dark bruise on to your skin before he moves on to your tits. he shows your chest some love, pepper kisses along the soft mounds and flicking your perky nipples. the next piece of your body he pays attention to is your stomach. his tongue draws a heart on your tummy as he murmurs to himself. “you’ll look even pretty with yer stomach nice and swollen”.

you whimper at his words but truthfully you’re also growing a little impatient. osamu must sense this because he touches the place you need him most. letting a wad of spit slip from his mouth to your clit, osamu uses his silva to massage your sensitive nub with your nub. when you start to get wetter, osamu rubs his cock between your damp folds.

“that’s it, angel. are ya ready for me?” he double checks before plunging into you. although his dick is aching to feel your warmth, osamu waits until you tell him it’s okay. with permission granted from you, he inches his girth into your welcoming pussy.

“f-fuck, feels so good” osamu praises, gritting his teeth as your hole slowly swallows his massive cock. even with the preparation he’s stretching you out beyond belief. but that’s exactly how you like it. “don’t think it’ll take me long to breed ya, doll. i’ll make sure to fill ya up real nice” he promises, moving your legs against your chest so he can bottom out easier.

the new position doesn’t just help osamu stuff you completely but it makes his cock hit such a deep spot inside of you. it’s so good that you have to let your head fall back. “moanin’ for me and i haven’t even started movin’ yet” osamu chuckles, allowing you to get used to this full feeling. “don’t be quiet. wanna hear ya sayin’ my name”.

keeping you in the mating press, osamu begins to thrust his hips. you believed he was deep before but now it’s like nothing else. he’s in your guts. so much so that the outline of osamu’s cock is visible in your belly. however you don’t realize until osamu suddenly pushes down on the bulge.

“look, angel. you see that. i’m all the way in here” he urges you to gaze down. you mewl a little louder when you spot the bump in your abdomen. “tell me how good yer feelin’” he presses on as his pace quickens. “tell me how bad ya wanna be bred by me”.

you feel dizzy with every drag of osamu’s veiny cock against your gummy walls. he shows no sign of slowing down the snapping of his hips, even when he expects you to answer his questions, so it proves difficult for you to speak. eventually you manage to let out a string of slurred words.

“too good. love your cock so much ‘samu. wanna feel your cum inside of me” you babble. “please breed me until it leaks out daddy”.

a switch flips in osamu’s brain when you let that name accidentally slip out of your mouth. he starts fucking you harder and soon enough the room fills with your whimpers, his grunts, and the sound of slapping skin slapping against skin.

“shit- i’m gettin’ close, doll” osamu warns you as he feels his balls start to tighten. they're begging for him to paint your walls white but he waits to see where you’re at. to his relief you announce that you’re also close to your orgasm. so while trying to hold back his own release, osamu tries to help you along.

just like before, he gives your clit some love. when he pinched it between his fingers your legs quake. with one last call of his name you make a mess around osamu’s pace. cursing under his breath osamu let’s go himself. bottoming out so none of his seed goes to waste, osamu spills his cum into your twitching pussy.

it takes longer than osamu expected for his balls to empty completely. in the meantime he smashes his lips against yours. your tongues dance together lazily until his dick softens. when he’s positive that he’s done, osamu pulls away to look down at where your bodies meet. he really did fill you to the brim. a mix of his cum and yours are overflowing out of you. it’s a filthy and beautiful sight if osamu says so himself.

“i really did keep my promise didn’t i?” osamu chuckles, falling on top of you. osamu ensures that he doesn’t push too much of his weight on to you as he gets comfortable with his head on your boobs. you guys stay like that in a blissful silence until osamu laughs again. “wanna know what i’m thinkin’ about?”.

“what?” you mumble sleepily.

“i’m thinkin’ about how big your tits are gonna get when i finally get ya pregnant”.

rolling your eyes, you playfully smack him on the head. “you’re such a pervert”.

“no i’m not. just excited,” osamu replies, squeezing your breast. “so excited that i think i could go again”. you’re surprised as you watch osamu raise his head as if all his energy was restored in an instant. osamu back tracks by making it clear that if you’re too exhausted you can stop things here. “would just like to breed ya again to make sure my cum takes” he explains, resulting in you shivering with anticipation.

“‘m not too tired. want more” you whine. your begging alone is all it takes for osamu’s dick, which is still buried inside of you, to get hard.

“okay, angel” osamu coos. “𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃”.

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[arieslost]

hi! oscar thought (or thot?): osc being super caring and soft during sex cause it's ur first time and he's just reassuring you and praising you the whole time and ur blushing so hard and he loves it 🤭

this genuinely had me giggling and kicking my feet in public omgomg.

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first time | op81

oscar makes such a big deal out of it that you’d think it was his first time, not yours.

you’ve talked about it already, of course, and set a date (at his request, so he could “make it special,” to which you argued that it would already be special because it’ll be with him. the compliment fell on deaf ears). you thought he’d go the traditional route of taking you out on a fancy restaurant type of date, but he just tells you to come over to his place, which you find yourself enjoying much more.

he gets you flowers, cooks you dinner, and brings out a carton of your favorite ice cream for dessert. afterwards, you wash the dishes together. it’s obvious that he’s trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible by keeping up with your usual domestic routine, so you kiss him to show your thanks, and when he goes to pull away you don’t let him.

“we’re not in a rush, honey,” he whispers against your lips when you slip your hands under his shirt.

“i know. i just don’t wait to wait anymore.” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes and lightly running your nails over the ridges of his abs.

“alright, if you’re gonna look at me like that…” he shoots you a playful grin before picking you up and carrying you to his bedroom, kissing you all the while.

your nerves only start to sink in when his fingers hook into your underwear. it doesn’t bother you when he removes your shirt, or your pants, even. but your underwear is the only thing fully separating the two of you, and oscar immediately notices the shift in your demeanor.

“is this okay?” he asks, not moving his hand but leaning forward to kiss you again.

“yeah,” you say quietly, nodding your head.

he watches your expressions like a hawk, gauging every reaction you have to what he’s doing with his fingers. he makes you come embarrassingly quick, but you can’t be too ashamed about it when you see how your physical responses to his actions are affecting him.

“oscar, please,” you reach for his pants, but he stops you.

“not tonight, honey. just wanna make you feel good, yeah?”

“i want you to feel good, too.” you say, feeling your face grow hot.

“don’t worry about me, let me take care of you.” he sheds the rest of his clothes, rolls on a condom, and crawls on top of you, smoothing your hair back from your face and pressing a long kiss to your lips. “if it hurts, tell me and i’ll stop, okay?”

you nod again, unconsciously tensing up when you feel him pressing against your entrance.

“just relax, honey.” oscar whispers, lips moving from your jaw down to the sweet spot on your neck. “hold on to me.”

you put your arms around him and close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his lips against your skin as he starts pushing into you as slow as he possibly can. it’s more of a stretch, but the sting is still there, and you accidentally tense up again.

“sorry,” you breathe out, refusing to meet his eyes when he moves back a little to make sure you’re okay.

“don’t be sorry, you’re doing so well.” he says gently, lifting your chin. “just focus on breathing.”

you follow his instruction, regulating your breathing as he continues to push into you little by little until he’s fully inside you and you let out a sigh.

“feel okay?” he asks.

“mhmm. just- can we stay like this for a minute?” you ask, blushing harder from the awkwardness you’re sure the request is going to cause.

“‘course, honey.” he strokes your cheekbone with his thumb, tilting his head a little as he looks at you. “take as much time as you need. you’re doing so good.”

the praise makes you squirm a little as it goes right to your core and heats your body. oscar takes notice, and the playful grin is back.

“you like when i praise you?”

“maybe,” you mumble, sure your face is redder than a tomato at this point as you turn it away.

“look at me,” he coos, smiling wider when you listen. “that’s a good girl. such pretty eyes.”

“oscar,” you whine, pulling him closer so you can hide your face in his neck.

“pretty eyes, pretty mouth, pretty body,” he continues. “my pretty girl.”

you say his name again, but it comes out like a moan when he moves by accident.

“shit, sorry, baby.” he looks at you with wide eyes. “y’okay?”

“yes, please keep going,” you say, shifting a little to try and get him to move again.

he does, but continues to do it slowly, looking straight into your eyes as he does so.

you let out a little gasp when he begins to pick up his pace and hits a certain spot inside of you. “oh my god, oscar-”

“feel so good, honey. you’re so beautiful, doing so good for me.” he says breathlessly.

you can’t resist when he looks so good on top of you; you kiss him, threading your fingers into his hair. he moans into your mouth when you give his hair an experimental tug, allowing your tongue to meet his.

“oscar,” you say his name again when he hits that spot inside of you again, your jaw falling slack as he starts hitting it over and over again, keeping direct eye contact with you. you try to hold his gaze, but it feels so good that your head falls back against the pillow behind you. his quick reflexes allow him to grab the back of your neck so you don’t hurt yourself, his other hand going next to your head to keep himself upright.

“that’s it, baby,” he says, his lips skating across your collarbones. “you’re amazing, fuck.”

“i’m not even doing anything,” you manage to say, and he stops moving. “what-”

he tightens his hold on your neck, making you pick your head back up so you can look at him.

“look at me. really look at me.”

he looks like he always does: ridiculously attractive. but it’s something more. he’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, hair falling in front of his face, a bit of a rosy tint to his cheeks, and breathing heavily. he looks like a bit of hot mess, really. emphasis on the “hot.” you tell him that.

“i’m a hot mess because of you,” he laughs. “i have the most beautiful girl under me, wrapped around me, and you think you aren’t doing anything? i’m going insane right now, honey. i really don’t think i could be any more turned on than i am right now.”

“really?” you feel yourself blushing, again, at his words.

“really.”

“show me, then.” it’s your turn to give him a playful grin, and he groans.

“oh, i will. not even doing anything,” he mocks you with a scoff, and you don’t even get the chance to argue before he starts moving his hips again, reaching down to wrap your legs around his waist.

“holy shit, holy shit,” you babble, not used to the feeling enough for the sudden pleasure to be expected.

neither of you last much longer afterwards, and when you finally float back down to earth, oscar is there to kiss you and clean you up and wrap you in his arms.

“was that okay?” he whispers when the lights are off and he has you tucked in close to his chest.

“i don’t have anything to compare it to, but i guess it was okay.” he pulls away from you and you can just make out the how dare you look on his face. “i’m messing with you, oz. it was amazing. i love you.”

those three words have him melting back into you and pressing loving kisses to your temple and your nose in no time.

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[rabbitsrams]

thinking about how j would react if his s/o was sensitive to yelling and he lashed out on them without a second thought because he’s just so frustrated with/jealous of another person in their life or any other reason. i believe he might be an angry person in general but he just doesn’t know how to express that so he just yells

they’d start crying and he’d just literally question everything he’s ever done because he feels so bad and even though they’re upset they’re just trying to reassure him through tears, he desperately wants to make it up to them though (wink wonk)

he’d definitely realize immediately but has his back turned so doesn’t see their immediate reaction until he hears a little sniffle and his heart just breaks

🦷 non perhaps

🦷anon ilysm for this it's such a great prompt (added bonus im a sensitive bitch lmao)

schlatt exits his room with a hand in his hair. this recording session completely drained him. there were so many technical difficulties and overall he felt much more irritable than normal. then of course the video he uploaded today got age restricted despite it not even breaking any rules. overall he is fucking pissed.

you're in the living room sitting on the couch, cats curled up beside you while you scroll social media on your phone. you hear schlatt slam the door and go into the kitchen. he's grumbling to himself as he scours the fridge.

"doll? where's the leftovers from last night?" he shouts.

"there weren't any." you reply, not looking up from your phone.

"great, just fuckin' great."

"there's some of the rice i made for lunch if you want that-"

"i don't fucking want that, 'kay?" the harshness of his tone shocks you.

"oh. okay." your voice quivers a bit and tears start to well up in your eyes. you sniffle softly, dabbing your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

"don't cry, don't cry." you tell yourself as you stand from your spot and walk toward the bathroom. you grab the hand towel from the rack and cover your face with it as you start to cry, the towel muffling your sobs.

as schlatt heats the rice up in the microwave, he notices that you left the living room. he calls your name as he goes around the apartment, stopping in front of the bathroom door when he hears your silent cries.

his heart immediately drops, realizing that you're crying because of him. he didn't realize how harsh his tone was, how he was lashing his external frustrations on you, his sun, his moon, his stars.

"sweetheart, please open the door, i'm sorry." he pleads, rattling the doorknob.

you quiet yourself down before telling him, "don't worry about me, baby. i'm okay."

"no, no. i shouldn't have yelled at you, it's nothin' to do with you and i'm so sorry."

"no, i shouldn't be crying at this, i don't wanna make this about me."

schlatt pries the bathroom door open, immediately scooping you up into his arms. he strokes your head as he whispers apologies and reassurances into your ear.

he cradles your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. you smile sheepishly, which earns a soft smile from him.

"i'm sorry," he presses a kiss to your lips. "i'm so sorry, doll." he continues to apologize in between kisses, moving from your lips to your cheek and down to your neck. your breath hitches as his breath tickles your neck.

you lean down and capture his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. he returns your kiss with volition, holding you close while he deepens the kiss.

"let me make it up to you, please." schlatt stands and lifts you into his arms, pecking you on the lips as he carries you into your bedroom.

#🦷 anon <3 #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt smut #schlatt imagine #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt fanfic #scout <3

[anadiasmount]

being at a party w boyfie jude and u run into ur ex who still thinks they have a chance and jude puts him his place 🤭🤭🤭

“swear to god if he keeps sending drinks to you-” jude curses, sending daggers to your ex boyfriend across the room. your ex had been sending your favorite drink for the last few hours and it was pissing jude off. making a scene in front of everyone by pulling you into his lap and giving you messy kisses.

he got to the point where he even crawled you to the dance floor and made it known who and what he meant to you. “relax jude, he’s just trying to make you mad and you’re letting him,” you reassure leaning down to place a kiss on his lips, seeing a frown form on his face.

“i don’t like it. he clearly knows your taken? can’t he see the promise ring, and you on me? if he sends one more drink over i’ll throw it on his face,” jude warns making you roll your eyes playfully. “you won’t.”

“watch me,” jude tried to stand up but you refused, telling him it wasn’t the right time or place for a scandal. “stop it. it’s not worth it. what are you going to gain out of it?”

“y/n. the fact he’s here alone is irritating the fuck out of me. who the fuck does he think he is?” jude extends his hand out when he talks, his brows furrowed and eyes squinted, clearly pissed off and jealous. “do you want to go?” you softly ask, knowing it was bothering your agitated boyfriend.

“no baby. i wanna stay, i won’t let him get to me anymore,” he ushers you, pulling you closer into his lap, his hand on the side of your thigh, peppering kisses on your shoulder. “what did you even see in him?”

you giggle, “you know what i can’t even tell you because i don’t even know.”

time passed and he stopped sending drinks over, you had excused yourself to go to the restroom, jude giving you a messy kiss and smirking as your ex saw the whole thing. jude looked around lost in the club, people watching as it became a thing for him since he met you.

he quickly stood up ignoring the pleads and voices to sit down and let it be, watching your ex get near the booth y’all we’re in, holding your favorite drink. “go. get out,” jude pointed to leave with a angry look on his face.

your ex laughed, swirling the straw around before handing over the drink to jude, who crossed his arms, and angry look on his face. “gives this to y/n for me, looks like she’ll need it after all that show you put on,” he says making jude clench his jaw. “did you know it was her favorite? oh god she would make me order this all the time when we went out!”

“such a pretty girl. the way she laughs, talks, shit even that sexy walk she has drives me insane,” your ex said with a ‘phew’ at the end, making jude’s palms twitch in jealousy, almost punching him to shut up.

“she used to beg for it-” jude quickly cut him off, his face inches away from his scowling, making your ex smirk. “go away. leave us alone,” jude tried to control his anger but it was becoming difficult. “she’s with me now. she doesn’t have to ask or beg, she knows what she wants and how to get it. she’s my girlfriend, the one you lost to some bimbo who clearly carried something,” jude spits out in fury.

you laughed walking back to the booth, your friend stopping midway as she looks straight ahead. jude holding your poor ex by his shirt clearly yelling at him as your ex struggled to pull away. you huff and roll your eyes, knowing he wouldn’t drop it.

jude’s friends tried to intervene, but knowing how short tempered he was it was hard. “stay the fuck away from us and especially her. if i even see you standing close or hear you’ve been seen with her, i’ll make sure everyone knows the type of person you are and what you carry,” jude threatened letting your ex go.

“fuck you and your bitch,” your ex exhaled patting down his shirt that had your drink spilled on him. “jude drop it,” he heard the commotion around him, getting pulled back immediately. he lost sight immediately of his, removing his friends hold on him, “let me go”.

you watched with an amused look, leaning on the wall with a bottled water in your hand. jude coming over to you as if nothing happened, “really?”

“i wasn’t going to sit there and pretend like he didn’t exist. he was asking for it and the nerve to come to our table with him yapping? no i wasn’t going to let it go,” jude defend himself, grabbing your hand and walking you out to a small private patio in the back. “what did you say to him?”

“doesn’t matter… i put him in his place. he will know not to come around anymore.”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

[junicult]

!! showering w the bachelors for the first time

contains ; mostly fluff. fem!farmer. some suggestive parts. making out. newly established relationships. nsfw in sebastian’s, implied in shane’s & alex’s. afab!farmer. brief mention of fingering. not proofread, will later.

note ; i intended for this to be entirely sfw i swear

harvey.

- the honeymoon phase.

- where he doesn’t even live with you, yet he’s at your house nearly every night, or sometimes vise versa.

- when he uses your stove (with permission) to make you both dinner to share after you’ve finished work.

- where you’re still so in love all you wanna do is gaze into each others eyes and kiss until you can’t breathe.

- that’s exactly what kind of phase you’re in.

- and it’s been a long time since he’s been in that phase.

- you sorta have a whole routine atp.

- whenever he comes over, you make it a plan to wrap up work quickly & spend the evening with him,

- which is why you felt so guilty when you lost track of time, backpack full of rocks and geodes you couldn’t wait for clint to break open the next morning.

- when you glanced down at your watch, you nearly jumped ten feet in the air like a cartoon lmfao

- and you’ll definitely regret running up the ladder one level before you reached another button on the elevator—but right now, you weren’t even focused on that.

- by the time you made it back to your house, a mere two hours after you told harvey you’d be back, it was pitch-black outside.

- thankfully, he didn’t leave. instead, he stood scrubbing the dishes clean, before whipping around at the sudden swing of your front door.

- “harvey! i’m so sorry, i lost track of ti—“

- “oh thank yoba you’re okay,” he sighs, (u already know he wanted to call someone to check up on u but he didn’t want to seem controlling😭😭)

- and he didn’t waste a second to meet you at the door, scanning you just to see if you were injured.

- “i’m fine, i’m fine, just got way too distracted. did you make dinner? did you have to eat alone?? oh, i’m so so sorry i didn’t mean to—“

- ur word vomit is making him fall in love with you even more. two peas in a pod🫶🫶

- then it’s just back and forth of you constantly questioning and reassuring each other for a few moments.

- “but you made such a nice meal for me, and i kept you waiting, i just—i’m so sorry—“

- “sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m not mad,” he almost chuckles, holding you close.

- as soon as he established you’re not hurt or injured, he’s no longer stressed.

- he understands what it’s like getting carried away at work, so who is he to ever be mad at you for that?

- after you ate and assured him you were fine, that’s when you mentioned it.

- “i’m pretty dirty from the mines, i was gonna shower. make up for lost time with me?”

- his mind doesn’t inherently go to sexual things.

- honestly, he was just excited you wanted to.

- he also doesn’t give a fuck that he took a shower earlier. he just wants to spend time with you lol.

- although ik he’s all organized and has like a little routine where you both keep taking turns under the spray LMFAO

- like you get in first, rinse yourself off, then switch with him while you soap yourself up, switch & rinse, switch and apply shampoo, switch, etc, you get it.

- it’s so fucking funny LMAO.

- but the entire time you’re making casual conversation, some little comments about how much you missed each other, things like that.

- he loves how you look in the shower. not even bc ur naked, it’s just a vulnerable way to see the person you love, and there’s nothing sexual in the way he’s looking at you.

- even when you tug on his neck to pull him down for a kiss, he’s just swooning over your affections.

- unless the implication, or intention of sex came before the shower…he’s probably not approaching anything with that.

- it’s a completely different story if you’ve had a ton of tension all day,

- constantly making passing remarks that make his palms sweat, but unable to go any further because of your busy day,

- and you leave him all hot and bothered until you come home in the evening, and ask him to join you in the shower.

- that’s when he forgets all about the little routine.

sam.

- ah, the start to ur most important routine.

- honestly, i feel like you were the one who started it all.

- the whole, “every time you shower, we shower together” thing.

- at least, that’s what it becomes once you move in together. but before that, anytime he was over & you needed to shower, he’d totally join in.

- it’s not even sexual. there’s only like a 30% chance you’ll end up having sex, or even just do foreplay whenever you shower together.

- he’s just so clingy, and he craves the closeness after he realized how much he enjoyed you being there the first time.

- you both were quietly laying together, watching the tv wordlessly, just enjoying each others company after you two decided he should spend the night.

- which then prompted in him asking, “do you think i could use the shower? i smell bad.” he frowns after taking a whiff of his arm.

- you giggle. “i think you smell good, but go ahead. i don’t have your soap, though.”

- like he could care lmfao.

- “thanks!” he just grins, hopping on his feet and giving you a little kiss on the forehead before he skips off.

- you give it like 5 minutes before you decide u miss him too much (attachment issues😞)

- “sam…y’think you got room for two in there?” you knock before creeping the door open.

- he peeks his shampoo’d head from behind the shower curtain. “you wanna come in?”

- “is that okay?”

- u might’ve just asked him to marry you.

- his whole face lights up, grinning wide and opening the curtain wider as he steps to the side. “the more the merrier!”

- he doesn’t even care ur naked. there’s nothing sexual running through his mind, he’s just excited you’re standing with him rn. now he doesn’t have to rush to go see you.

- he even steps to the side to give you the chance to soak your hair under the spray.

- it’s easily just a little awkward at first.

- you’ve had sex before, that’s not why it’s awkward,

- only because it’s the first time you two are seeing each other completely naked without any intention of sexual advancement. not that it would be such a burden if you did, but neither of you want to.

- while you drench your hair, he can’t help but smile lovingly at the sight of water droplets all over your skin.

- he could easily be thinking about how much fun it’d be to have sex right here, but he’s too focused on how this might actually be his favorite thing you’ve ever done together.

- like minutes of silence pass, nothing but the water running and he’ll just lean in and press a kiss on your temple or shoulder.

- it’s not bc he’s trying to hint at something,

- he just wanted to do it, and he doesn’t really overthink the things he wants to do.

- but the affection makes you smile, and by how pure it was, it doesn’t send any false messages.

- it really doesn’t last that long. probably about 15 minutes of you both washing off and short displays of affection.

- yet it clung to you both so well, that it just became the routine you never skipped out on.

shane.

- it definitely just happened naturally.

- ur relationship at first was strictly sexual.

- to the rest of the town, no one even knew you guys even spoke. which, to be fair, there wasn’t much talking between u two anyways💀💀

- but i wanna say that was only for a couple weeks.

- it was still super slow and progressive. your conversations went from short & passing, to getting to know each other a little more. but the sex was still there.

- it went from instead of him leaving right after you finished, you’d stay up and talk for a couple hours.

- to waking up together, to spending the day together, etc etc.

- now ur relationship was approaching friends w benefits category. except it was unspoken, but neither of you wanted to be friends at this point.

- despite all of this, you’ve still never showered together.

- until you spent the whole day working outside. you feel gross, sticky, and sweaty. he just so happened to stick around after you started working.

- ur checking in on your animals he just follows you lol.

- before u both knew it, the sun was coming down and he spent the whole day helping you.

- the thing was, neither of you wanted to mention it. you were both nervous even bringing it up would spark the implication of wanting him to leave.

- which was not the case.

- not to mention, he’s a huge help. when u passed him ur axe to chop down trees, you almost couldn’t look away 🤷‍♀️

- so after you’ve finished, sun starting to set and sweat dripping from your temples—he’s still standing with you.

- “i feel gross, i’m gonna shower.” you frown, plucking your clothes away from your sticky skin.

- ofc he’s thinking it.

- but he doesn’t have time to make a sly comment before you shoot one over your shoulder, “there’s room for two, y’know.”

- say no more, he’s following close behind you throwing off his shirt.

- “thought you said there was room for two, there’s hardly room for one.” he snorts, squeezing himself beside you in the cramped space.

- “oh c’mon, you’ve never had a problem with making it fit.”

- he’s gonna lose his mind.

- u don’t really waste any time LMFAO

- drenching your hair under the spray before you look over at him,

- and you both just lean in cus it’s unspoken, but obvious you guys aren’t in there just to shower.

- he’s quick to slotting his hands at the small of your back, while you wrap yours around his neck and press yourself against him.

- …not much showering gets done, i’ll just say that.

sebastian.

- i feel like sebastian spends more nights at your house then he does at his own at this point.

- he’s not the type to get super attached very easily, even getting to the step of sleeping together took a while.

- but after it happened, he found your little cottage so comfortable. he liked waking up to you in the morning, and falling asleep in your arms at night.

- the only reason he goes home is to work.

- and the minute he finishes up, he heads back over.

- honestly, if he could pack up his computer and leave it at your house, then he’d never leave—which is probably why you made it clear he can’t do that.

- your relationship is already committed.

- i don’t really think he’d wanna sleep with you if hadn’t discussed a romantic relationship.

- anyways, i feel like bc of this, he’s already showered at your place lol.

- you were too busy to ask, and he knew you wouldn’t mind, so he just jumped in and took a quick shower.

- hours after you already started your chores for the day, he woke up & just sniffed his shirt and winced a little.

- he also did some laundry (for your sake).

- so then it kinda just became a, “hey, do you mind if i take a quick shower?” while you were preoccupied.

- sometimes you’d be the one to ask. like if you were lying together, on your bed in your house, you’d turn to him and say the same thing.

- it never rly occurred to either of u that you could knock out two birds with one stone🤷‍♀️

- one evening you were exhausted. you smelled horrible, you could already tell. you had spent nearly the entire day down in the mines, just covered in dirt and rubble, stinking like sweat yet he still kissed you when you came in.

- “i need to shower,” you groan, still accepting his kiss.

- ugh but he’s already spent the majority of the day without you, why are you going to deprive him of more?

- “i think you smell fine,” he tries his best to persuade, but you won’t budge.

- pressing against his chest, you giggle, “you know that’s not true. i’ll only be a few minutes, promise.”

- he’s honestly so clingy, literally tugging on your arm as you try to walk away and following behind you like a lost puppy.

- and suddenly, “i could use a shower too…” despite him using it earlier.

- you look at him for a second, narrowing your eyes, before you tease, “yeah, you could.”

- he’s much like sam, just less openly enthusiastic.

- when you tell him to get the water running, he’s only nodding, but it’s not hard to miss the way he’s turning to start the water so quick.

- and how he’s undressing like he has somewhere to be, despite presenting so nonchalant about it.

- for him, it’s just a better reason to be so close to you. he likes when you’re around.

- it really depends on how much he was missing you, but for the most part i don’t think it ever leads to anything sexual.

- sure, he stands back to let you rinse yourself off and his eyes wander, but that’s about as much that’ll happen if neither of you are in the mood.

- and even then, if you end up wanting to have sex, it hardly ever happens in the shower. most is just foreplay.

- which he is never opposed to.

- i’ve said it once, i’ll say it a million more times,

- he lovesss fingering you.

- and lowkey, if you’re intending on having sex and starting with foreplay in the shower…phew.

- gently pressing you against the shower wall, the water running all down his back but he doesn’t even care,

- and his lips are making out with yours, which are sloppy in response while his fingers press against that spot inside of you that has your neck craning and moans spilling…

- that’s what he wants when he’s been missing you and joins you in the shower.

alex.

- i actually think he’s similar to sam too.

- he’s a huge fan of showering together.

- for starters, he’s the kind of man who makes himself at home very quickly💀💀

- even when you guys weren’t even dating yet, still just in that getting to know each other and hanging out regularly phase.

- when you’d plan for him to come over once you finished up work and spend time w each other casually.

- the cocky side of him just took your hospitality as flirting.

- which, i mean, isn’t unbelievably far off. you do like him.

- but it was probably like his second time over at your house, and he just casually asked if he could take a shower.

- you might’ve raised an eyebrow, but you still said sure.

- so then it became a pretty normal thing. he never took longer then 10 minutes, so you could appreciate that.

- after you both started dating, and had seen each other naked, it became much more casual.

- the transition between not showering together, to showering together was so subtle.

- it just started with you showering, and he needed to pee so he’d just come in and, well, pee.

- then he’d be showering but you still needed to brush your teeth and do your skincare, so you hung out in the bathroom.

- and pretty soon it was so normal that when you asked if he wanted to join you one evening—you didn’t even think much of it.

- it wasn’t until you were midway through washing your body when you realized he was doing the same thing beside you.

- it was just like a, ‘oh, okay, this is normal now’ kind of realization.

- “can you pass me the shampoo?” like he was asking for the salt at the dinner table.

- it just felt natural, especially after he moved in.

- it became a thing you both do together.

- literally a part of your nightly routine. when you were ready to shower, you’d let him know and he’d start the water while you got undressed.

- so since it was your nightly routine, i feel like the longer you’re together, showering together and having sex doesn’t really pair up.

- you shower 9/10 times together. there’s no way you’d be able to keep up (he can tho lol)

- but that doesn’t mean it’s rare.

- he loves looking at you when you’re naked. no shame.

- there could be zero sexual energy between you two at the moment, and he’s still looking you up and down, admiring.

- he can’t help it! he doesn’t even have to be turned on for his body to react to yours.

- “are you hard right now?” you laugh almost like you’re making fun of him.

- and his response will always be, “well duh,” because you just have that affect on him.

elliott.

- another man that loves to shower with you.

- well…yes he likes to shower together, but he’s definitely a bigger fan of bathing together.

- i’ll get to that in a minute.

- your relationship progressed very steadily. it wasn’t until after a few dates when you actually slept together.

- once you had sex though, i feel like it opened you up into being much more comfortable around each other.

- spending time constantly, always inviting him over, allowing him to see you in more vulnerable ways like in your pj’s or all dirty.

- he approached the idea first, i feel like.

- you’ve been having a stressful week, working nearly every hour you were awake, and you had complained about it prior.

- so he just wanted to help you relax, setting up a nice bath with candles and bath salts and anything to help you relax.

- he’s so sweet about it too, not even intending on joining you until you clasped your hands together and asked him to.

- “join me, please. i’ve hardly seen you all week.”

- and he’s all ears.

- sitting in the opposite end, either sitting in peaceful silence or listening to you recap your day.

- i lowkey think he’d bathe you LMFAO

- like hear me out, he’s offering to wash your hair and he’s all delicate with it, giving you a whole head massage and dipping a cup of water to rinse it out.

- kissing your neck and shoulders, pampering you while you don’t even care to protest.

- and even if you did, he wouldn’t allow it. not when you’re all he wants to focus on right now.

- and despite him loving to bathe with you, i feel like his shower routine is so intensive and meticulous that it’s not often you shower together.

- he never minds your company, i promise you that.

- i just firmly believe he’s a morning showerer and you don’t really have the time for that in the morning.

- if you were to ask for him to join you, i don’t think he’d turn you down. he’d just stand away from the spray and tie his hair back so it doesn’t get wet LOL

- but he’s all for spending as much time as he can get with you.

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ headcanons #no one asked for this #but i needed it i’m sorry #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv sam #sdv sam x farmer #sdv sam x reader #sam x farmer #sdv shane x farmer #shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader #sdv shane #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian #sebastian x farmer #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex x farmer #sdv alex #alex x farmer #sdv elliott #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv elliot x reader #elliott x farmer

[ju1cyfru1t]

Yellow!! How are you? Hope you are doing good! Just wanna say your whipped Donnie?? Soft Donnie?? Headcanons?? :((( it was so cute :((( literally I’m like your pfp rn :((( absolutely adorable

Idk if you are accepting requests (if not you can ignore it!!) but could you do a similar one for either Raph or Mikey?? I adore the disaster twins, but Raph and Mikey get so little recognition, Headcanons or scenarios :( if you are not feeling it that’s totally ok!! Hope you have a good day! ♥️🧡💜💙

I’m so glad you liked it!!! Have some soft Raph hcs 🫶🏻❤️ hope this is alright???

Rise! Raphael x reader

fluff :D, gn reader, romantic

soft raph hcs :(

- the first time you told him you loved him he just said “thank you” out of panic but tbh it was the funniest shit ever and his brothers never let him live it down.

- More than happy to help you with anything, he is doing it ALL for you.

- Opening and holding every door for you

- You can’t reach the top shelf? Don’t worry, Raph’s got it.

- You need help carrying your groceries in? You need help changing that lightbulb? You need someone to walk you home? Literally anything at all? He’ll be there in 5.

- You’re tired? Sure, he’ll carry you!

- He would pick up hot coals directly from a fire with his bare hands if you asked him to.

- He loves quality time and the little things! Like watching movies, playing games together, having lunch together, almost anything! All that matters to him is that he’s with you.

- He is so scared that he’ll accidentally hurt you yk cuz he’s big and spikey :( so, so gentle

- Treats you like you’re made of glass sometimes

- you make him very nervous, he’s scared he’ll say or do something wrong

- he lacks confidence sometimes, poor Raphie

- will explain all of the Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim lore to you as best he can + would insist that you watch all of the movies together (he just wants to spend time with you but he doesn’t know how to just say that)

- tries really hard to think of gifts that you would like

- protective and always looks out for you, not in a possessive way but in the way that he just wants to keep you safe yk? they got a lot of enemies

- “LEO! I told you not to make a mess!” “It was me, sorry-“ “don’t worry about it, let Raph take care of everything.”

- He wants to take care of you. It’s just how he’s used to showing his love.

- esp from his dumbass brothers (Mostly Leo. Donnie and Mikey USUALLY let you live in peace)

- -> “I thought I told you to leave Y/N alone!” “Whaaat? I was just saying hi!”

- Softens and completely drops his usual intimidating, angry demeanor whenever he sees you and the quick switch is painfully obvious. He just thinks you’re so cute. but don’t worry his brothers won’t forget to point out how obvious he is (LEO)

- idk why but I feel like he would have some kind of stuffed animal that you guys act like it’s your child and you take turns taking care of it 😭 yk what I’m talking abt?

- one time he accidentally called you babe in front of Leo, Mikey, Donnie, and April but denies it ever happened

- -> “Hey Raph! Remember when-“ “NO THAT NEVER HAPPENED IDONTKNOWWHATYOURETALKINGABOUT-“

- would never let anyone say anything bad about you

- really appreciates your private moments when you two are alone, he feels much more comfortable this way

- Hesitant, but he will be vulnerable with you because he knows he can be without judgement.

- Please give Raph any kind of reassurance and he is misty-eyed. Tell him he has nothing to worry about, that he is a great leader and boyfriend and you’re proud of him, too many things to list. TELL HIM HE’S PRETTY.

- He LOVES to hold you to his chest, it makes him feel like he’s keeping you safe that way.

- Stares at you all the time, and is embarrassed if you catch him. “sorry-“

- if he were to call you a pet name, most likely to call you ‘baby’ or ‘babe’, maybe even a ‘babydoll’ if he’s feeling bold

- very very sweet overall :(

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ty for reading <333 rlly appreciate all the notes on everything

still working on + accepting requests !

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #rise raph #rise raphael #rise raph x reader #raphael #tmnt #rottmnt x y/n #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rise april #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #rise raphael x reader #rottmnt raph

[hargrove-mayfields]

My Harringrove Relay Race Piece!

Word Count: ~700

Pure sfw romantic fluff 💕

@harringrove-relay-race

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Carol got a flat tire and can’t make it in time.

So here Billy and Steve are.

Sat on the floor, ice packs in hand like weapons, the two of them working as a tactical team to keep Heather's brain from overheating. That's not how it works, but Billy’s ocd brain heard that cold helps her feel better after seizures on a hard day, and sort of ran with it.

Their best friend is epileptic, full time under the care of their other best friend. The boys are no medical professionals like Carol, but they’re functioning off of enough practical knowledge to be trusted to keep her safe.

Heather, however, doesn’t like feeling crowded.

Now that she’s responsive and relaxed again, propped up on some pillows, she complains, “Really, I don’t need babysat, you guys.”

Steve instantly backs off. He understands the feeling of overstimulation, comparing in his head the feeling of having a crowd around after a meltdown, blurry forms of faces getting too close.

Billy would. But his instincts are screaming at him to hold it in place. Keep her cool, or something bad will happen. Something he doesn’t even wanna think about.

He swallows his nervousness thickly, “We’ll stay ‘til Carol gets here to help you out.”

“You’ve said that a million times, bub.” Heather smiles softly, understanding, at the same time really trying to get Billy to understand she’s okay.

That makes him sort of sheepish. Embarrassed by the part of himself he always wished he could control. He forces a little smile too, “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Of course not, sugar lump. But Steve looks like he’s going to faint. And you look tired.” She gently pushes on his cheek to make him look at Steve, and yeah, he does look worn the hell out. Damn it. He’s spent too much energy caring for everyone else again. Billy would be drowning in guilt, if not for Heather’s reassurances, “I don't feel seizure-y anymore. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Caught between two sides of his own thinking, Billy starts to chew the inside of his cheek. Not even noticing he’s doing it.

Until Steve interrupts, quiet to show he isn’t mad, just observing, “Bad stim.”

He always carries at least two chew necklaces for that reason. Usually his favorite cloth one, and a rubber one for Billy. The chewies hurt his own teeth, but he wears it anyways, just in case his Billy needs it.

It’s romantic really.

And it is as well when Steve loops it off of his own neck, and places it over Billy’s, giving him an easy fix to the harmful chewing.

Appreciative, Billy kisses the palm of Steve’s hand as he puts it on him,

Watching the moment, Heather snorts a little laugh at them. “You two are so lovey-dovey. It’s disgusting.”

Billy rolls his eyes back, “Aw, you’re just saying that.”

In the short stretch of silence that follows, Steve decides to scoot a little closer and lay his head on Billy’s shoulder. At first, he thinks he might just want some affection, but the action suddenly reminds Billy of something.

“Do you wanna tell her?” He asks Steve, trying to be quiet about it.

She hears anyway. Propping herself up, Heather wiggles her brows, “Ooh, tell me what?”

“Promise not to have another seizure?”

“You know that’s not the way it works.”

“I don’t know… this is pretty big.” Alright, so maybe he’s nervous and stalling for time. So what?

Heather’s voice gets squeaky in frustration, “Just tell me, William!”

The anticipation is too much. Steve declares it himself, tapping his hands excitedly, “We’re getting married!!”

Grocery bags and car keys are dropped to the floor behind them. Carol’s home, and she has Tommy with her.

Billy and Steve will be the first of their friends to get married. It might help that they don’t have college or kids or budding careers in the way, but Billy’s proud of the achievement anyways.

Tommy flashes a signature cheeseburger smile and gives a thumbs up behind Carol, who herself shrieks, “What?! Tell. Me. Everything!!”

Everything including Billy dropping the ring under the couch and losing it, or Steve crying so hard he got the hiccups, and couldn’t eat the cookies Billy baked to celebrate?

He won’t say no, but they’re going to be here for a while.

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Hope y’all liked this little snippet! And if you enjoyed this, I bet you’re all gonna love what our next poster has in store! So excited and thrilled to announce the very talented, very inspired- @nymphwriter!

#harringroverelayrace #harringrove relay race #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #heather holloway #carol perkins #tommy hagan #my writing #ocd billy hargrove #autistic billy hargrove #autistic steve harrington #epileptic heather holloway

[kittycatlukey]

⚠️ TW ~ Contains Some Mature Content (NSFW) And Some Vague Mentions Of Abuse‼️

⚠️ Also Contains The Walking Dead Spoilers‼️

🏹Dating Daryl Dixon Would Include🏹

-Random motorcycle rides

-“Wanna go for a ride with me?” You’d ask your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon.

-“Sure. But what kind?”

-“Daryl, get your head out of the gutter.”

-Continuous, never-ending teasing

-“You got sumthin’ on yer cheek. Lemme get it.” Daryl would say, wiping your walker blood covered face. He would lean in close, acting like he was going to kiss you but quickly pull away.

-“Daryllllll, enough with the teasing. Just kiss me already.”

-The two of you going on runs together. He would always save your ass

-Listening to music together often. You two had similar tastes in music. Metal, rock, alternative, pop, rap, classical— he liked it all. And whatever you liked, he would usually like.

-Dancing to your favorite songs together.

-Daryl wasn’t too big on PDA.

-The only thing you two did in public was hold hands.

-Occasionally, you’d kiss his cheek in public. Nothing more.

-You two knew each other for yearsssss before y’all became a thing. The two of you were best friends

-You told him how you really felt about him first. And it took him a while to admit his to you. But he came around after a few months

-Going hunting and fishing together. Not just for bringing food back to your group but also for good bonding time. You and Daryl considered them dates

-PICNIC DATES

-One thing’s for sure, Daryl was loyal to you

-“I couldn’t imagine myself with nobody else, sunshine.”

-Him teaching you everything he knows about survival. He taught you how to track shit, how to build a fire, etc.

-Daryl loved to hug you from behind. He would always kiss the top of your head

-But he also enjoyed hugging your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck as he dug his face in your shoulder.

-Him always being the big spoon when cuddling but secretly loves when you’re the big spoon.

⚠️-He occasionally asks you if you still love him [insecure Daryl😢]. Mainly because of his abusive father in the past. But you try your best to reassure him. It breaks your heart… This especially happens after a big argument. [Poor Daryl doesn’t have enough confidence 😞]

-Jealous Daryl

-He would get jealous of Rick. He wouldn’t get jealous of anyone else. The way he carried himself, and the way Rick talked to you. The way he could make you laugh. It made Daryl insecure. But you always made sure to remind Daryl that you loved him and only him. And it helped put your man’s mind at ease.

-At one point, things got way out of hand. Rick was getting too handsy with you and Daryl completely lost it. There was a line that Rick crossed when he placed his hand on your hip and left it there and you became uncomfortable. It took a lot to get Daryl mad enough to punch Rick, but enough was enough. Abraham, Glenn, and Aaron had to get Daryl away from Rick before he beat him to a pulp.

-Later, Rick apologized (to you and Daryl) and acknowledged that he went too far and didn’t mean it in that way. And you both forgave him but Daryl never forgot it. He was always wary about Rick if he was close to you. But he knew he wouldn’t do anything. He was with Michonne now. Daryl still considered Rick his brother and trusted him with his life. Rick was just too flirty with you sometimes and that pushed Daryl over the edge. And it never happened again after that. Daryl figured Rick learned his lesson.

-His way of showing you love and affection are acts of service and gifts. Although you thrive on giving him words of affirmation, spending quality time with him, and using physical touch.

⚠️⚠️⚠️

-Daryl and you loved passionate, hot, lust-filled kisses and makeout sessions. But the two of you also enjoyed the gentle, soft, kisses filled with nothing but love. It just depended on your moods

-In the bedroom, Daryl was often on top, but didn’t mind when you got on top. He enjoyed watching your face as he made love to you, but also liked when you would ride him.

-He was a giver and a receiver, but mainly wanted to pleasure you. He focused on you. He worshipped you.

-Daryl wanted to make sure you two wouldn’t get caught when making love, by a walker or someone else. And he wanted to ensure your safety. Although having sex in the woods or fucking on his motorcycle has crossed his mind more than once. He wanted to make sure it was alright with you first. But he preferred your intimate times in a warm, soft, big bed.

-He definitely has a daddy kink.

-Daryl loves to experiment and is down to try anything. He just wouldn’t be willing to try anything that could hurt you.

-Wax playyyyy

#daryl fluff #the walking dead daryl #rick x daryl #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon edit #daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x plus size reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x male reader #daryl Dixon x gender neutral reader #glenn rhee #maggie greene #carl grimes #rick grimes #michonne #beth greene #hershel greene #merle dixon #twd imagine #twd preferences

[stratossphere]

love bug | j.k

you go a little too far at a party, and you have to call johnny to come and get you

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, reader is on a lot of drugs and drug use/drinking is heavily mentioned

word count: 2.1k

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Sometimes, you did take it a little too far. And hey, you would be the first person to admit it. Tonight was definitely one of those nights. Those nights usually came with the fact that Johnny wasn’t with you to keep you under control (when he wasn’t out of control himself), and that was exactly how you had ended up in the position you were currently in.

It was hard to say no to Steve-O. You hadn’t been able to seriously spend time together just the two of you in a long time despite being good friends, and of course your version of ‘spending time together’ was to party hard and get absolutely wasted. Every plea of ‘just this once’ from either one of you had been met with indulgence from the other, and you were really starting to regret it.

So, by the time that it got to the point where you were wanting to be home while fucked off of Xanax, a lot of booze, some acid, weed, and a random, colorful pill that Steve-O had gifted you upon arriving, you realized that you were basically stranded. You were at some guy’s house that Steve-O was apparently cool with, but who didn’t really like you, so you were almost 100% sure that you weren’t going to get a free chance to stay for the night like Steve-O was.

Luckily for you, you had a get-out-of-jail-free card who was currently spending his night doing nothing but bills.

After a phone call that barely made sense to both you and the receiver, you waited for your ride to arrive by lying down on the kitchen floor with a cigarette between your lips, thoughts of Steve-O’s whereabouts long forgotten as you stared at the ceiling fan that appeared to shift and shape into different forms and colors under the influence of the drugs in your system.

By the time you heard the sound of your boyfriend’s voice in the hall adjacent to you, your cigarette had gone out due to your negligence to actually smoke it, and you were just holding it between your teeth as you watched the man you wanted to see most walk into the kitchen to your left. The sight of him made the creeping sensation of being overwhelmed by all the different side effects squeezing your brain come to a head, and you held out your arms to him with a pathetic whine.

“PJ.” You whimpered, a pout on your face as he cooed at you and crouched down to gently pull you into a sitting position.

“Oh, love bug. What the hell have you been doing?” Johnny asked as he helped you up off the floor, using his strength to keep you on your feet as you tottered along with the spinning room. You knew it was pretty clear by this point that the premise of you and Steve-O ‘just getting dinner and absolutely not partying’ had been dispelled.

“I wanna go home.” You complained, draping yourself against his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck haphazardly. Oh yeah. You were fucking loaded. You could feel yourself acting like a whiny idiot, but you were unable to do anything to stop it. Acid made you air-headed and needy.

“I know, baby. I’m gonna take you home.” He reassured, forcing you to pull away from him so that he could shift his arm under yours to start walking you out of the kitchen. “Does Steve need a ride, too?”

“No. Because Steve is friends with Hank Loren, so Steve gets to stay here for the night and doesn’t have to call a stupid ride.” You spat, scoffing at the thought of how unfair it was. Johnny chuckled as he took the cigarette from in between your lips, only giving you more room to properly complain as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I’d rather you come home with me. Hank Loren told me that he’s jacked off to your picture in the Big Brother magazines when he found out that we were dating.” He reminded you, letting out a frustrated sigh when you stumbled for the millionth time on the carpet in the living room. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“Mhm.” You gave him an apologetic smile as he dipped down and picked you up like a little kid with ease, your arms still around his neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you. Your heart ached sweetly at the gesture, and you buried your face in his neck and let out another whine.

“Just dinner, huh?” He prompted you with a slight shrug of his shoulder where your cheek was resting, sounding half amused and half annoyed. You were silently thinking about the fact that you were ditching the party without telling Steve-O where you were going, but promptly reminded yourself that he probably wouldn’t notice you were gone for another 12 hours at least. Johnny sighed. “It’s never just dinner with you two.”

“He convinced me.” You protested, tightening your legs around his waist and feeling the dig of his belt buckle in your leg. He chuckled, kicking the door to the side yard open with his foot and stepping out sideways so that you didn’t hit anything on the doorway.

“Oh, I’m sure he did.” He didn’t sound convinced, but rubbed your back as he carried you regardless, making it all the way over to his Eldorado parked on the curb before he was gently helping you into the passenger seat and then circling around to get in the other side. “Seatbelt, honey.”

You tried to figure out the buckle. You really did. But your vision was spinning with all sorts of pretty colors, and your fingers just continued to slip over and over again. Johnny, who was well aware of the fact that you didn’t like being offered help, sat back and just watched you fail miserably until you looked up at him with a desperate plea in your eyes.

“I can’t do it.” You felt like you were going to cry. When it got to the point where you got so high you regretted getting high in the first place, you always felt like you were falling apart internally. At this point you were barely controlling your urge to hold his hand like a lifeline. He shushed you quietly, brushing your fingers away to easily click your buckle into place.

“You on E?” He asked once he was finished, narrowing his eyes to study yours in the dark of the inside of the car while he cupped your cheek to hold your head still. You shrugged and shook your head to tell him that you didn’t know the answer, and he sighed. “Looks like it.”

“Everything is spinning so bad, PJ.” You whimpered, burying your face in his shoulder and feeling a hint of relief when he put his hand on your leg reassuringly.

“Don’t worry. Five minute drive, then we’ll be home and I can put you to bed as soon as we get inside.” He promised, the car backing out to get onto the road as he pushed his arm out against the back of your seat. You mumbled out a half-audible response, gripping his shirt like it was the only thing you had as you felt your heart jump with every turn of the car.

The five minute drive home felt like torture. Your head was spinning, your eyes were playing tricks on you, and worst of all, you just wanted to go to sleep. You were drowsy, but too scared to sleep, so all you could do was sit in the passenger seat stiffly as you impatiently waited for the familiar turn that would take you into Johnny’s driveway.

The sight of Johnny’s house, and then of his bedroom once he’d brought you inside and carried you upstairs, pulled every ounce of stress right out of you. His comfortable bed almost felt more familiar than your own.

However, when he moved to start pulling your shoes off, Johnny froze and narrowed his eyes at you upon seeing you in the light.

“What the fuck happened to your face?” Up until now you’d been in mostly low lighting, but now, in the brightness of his room, your busted lip and forming black eye were very clearly visible. You looked at him apologetically as he ran a thumb over your lip.

“Got into a fight.” You admitted, glancing away from him as you spoke to avoid the look you already knew he was going to give you. You had a bad habit of fighting when intoxicated, and it only got worse when Johnny wasn’t there. You only regretted doing it after he always found out.

“Did you win?” He asked softly, raising an eyebrow at you as he started to help you get your shirt over your head. You paused, trying to remember anything past five minutes ago.

“He was bleeding, so I guess.” You said honestly, wincing at all the stains on your shirt once it was off and in Johnny’s hands in front of you. His eyes snapped up to yours.

“He? You beat up a fucking guy?” He sounded indignant as he bent down to undo the zipper of your jeans, which were also decently stained. You tried not to look too proud of yourself, sliding your hands over his shoulders and squeezing slightly as your distraction for what you were about to say.

“He hit me first, alright? It’s not like I was just punching to punch.” You knew he was going to be pissed, and your thoughts were confirmed when his look of awe dropped into a scowl of fury.

“A guy swung on you? And you didn’t tell me while we were still fucking there?” He spoke heatedly, and you stopped him from starting to get back up like he was going to do something with your hands heavy on his shoulders.

“It’s okay. I fucked him up.” You reassured him, lifting your hips as he pulled your pants down your legs for you. “Although who just swings on girls who can take a longer bong rip than you? Fucking ridiculous.”

“Were you talking shit?” Johnny asked skeptically, tossing your clothes into his hamper before grabbing a water off the dresser and handing it to you. You accepted it gratefully as you gave him a knowing look. He made a face. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“Doesn’t give him a reason to take a cheap shot while I’m drinking a fucking beer! He made me look like a trashy douchebag!” You complained, motioning to your bruised eye and split lip. Good content for Jackass, but inconvenient for everyday life. “All I said was that if he kept whining like a fucking baby about ‘not getting a fair try’, then I was going to shove my foot so far up his ass that his intenstines would come out of his mouth.”

“Y/n.”

“I was being chill! I gave him three warnings!” You explained yourself, putting your hands up in defense as you spoke. Sure, you’d been known to swing on less, but tonight you had been in a good mood.

“I don’t like you getting in fights with grown fucking men. You need to call me when shit like that happens.” Johnny said sourly, clearly ignoring your very valid reasoning for instigating said fight. You shrugged.

“I can handle myself.” You knew that no matter how many times he asked, you wouldn’t call. You never did. You just liked taking shit and shoving it back down people’s throats. You looked down on girls who had their partners solve their problems for them. Johnny, very clearly, did not agree with these thoughts, and sighed in frustration at your words as he opened the covers for you and motioned for you to get under them.

“I’m well aware. I just don’t like when I can’t supervise.” Yeah. Because out of the two of you, you were the one that needed supervision. Tough talk for the man that started doing off-the-top-of-his-head stunts once he’d downed more than three shots of tequila. You crawled under the covers, letting him essentially tuck you into bed before he came around to the other side and slid in next to you.

“I’m so fucked up right now, babe. Can we just agree that it’s cool that I beat that guy up and go to bed?” You mumbled, clinging onto him tightly with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as soon as he was close enough to do so. He sighed against your hair, reaching back to turn off the light.

“Sure, babydoll. I’m proud that you beat the shit out of a grown man.” Johnny caved, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and then to your lips before pulling the comforter up and over the both of you. “You know you can’t ‘go out to dinner’ with Steve-O anymore though, right?”

You sighed in defeat. “Yeah, I know.”

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #steve o #jackass #jackass imagine #jackass movie #jackass mtv #this one is SO self indulgent omg

[poisonpeche]

I just... the thought of your young son coming into your room on Father's Day morning with one of Levi's cravats like "I wanna be Daddy's daddy for Father's Day because he's a good daddy and I want him to know what it's like to have one!" 😭

I AM GETTING SO MANY DADVI ASKS & I AM ABOUT TO COMBUST FROM THE CUTE 🥹

***

Your son has always been an inquisitive child, asking you both about anything and everything.

Levi insists he takes after you with the annoying, shitty questions as your eyes roll and his playful smirk breaks across his features.

You both have been taking his simple, yet relentless questions with ease even though they’ve caused a few headaches here and there. But he’s brand new to this world, and you meet him in kind. He deserves to reveal the world’s secrets.

Maybe this whole parenting thing won’t be as difficult as you both thought.

That is until your son asks you both a question that has you and Levi desperately pleading for the other to take control on the eve of Father’s Day.

“Daddy, how come we never see your mommy and daddy?”

Levi’s eyes dart to yours in one final desperate plea, but you squeeze his hand under the table in reassurance with a nod.

He always seems to find the strength with you.

“My mother isn’t with us anymore, but don’t worry…She…she’s at peace now.”

Your son knows Levi’s resolute tone all too well, and even though he doesn’t understand how a person could be so near and far away, he accepts his father without another word. His Daddy always tells the truth even if it’s hard. Mommy always say so.

“But Daddy, what about your daddy?”

“I, um,” he bores into the table, searching for the words, “I…didn’t have one.”

You watch on as your son’s face of utter shock drops into a deep frown and you marvel at the uncanny resemblance the two share with their shared expression. His brow furrows even further and his eyes begin to widen with tears gathering in his lash line as uncontrollable hiccups bubble forth. He bites back his sobs, trying to keep his composure the best he can to be strong in his Daddy’s presence.

Your partner just got really good at hiding it, but if the silly questions come from you, your son’s bleeding heart comes from Levi.

Levi has a hard time finding the words, but when his son falls apart like this, he melts and always knows exactly what to say. Pulling from his pain, his solitude, his isolation as a child when he only had himself to soothe him.

“Shh…don’t cry, baby,” Levi whispers into the air between them, “It’s okay to be upset now, but don’t carry this with you. Daddy’s okay now, alright? I promise. I have you and your mother to take care of me now.”

He can’t stand to see another tear fall down his son’s cheek, and he slides the backs of his hands across the table with palms open wide before him. Head low and eyes turned upward, searching his little face.

His baby places his tiny hands in his father’s weathered palms. Levi’s hands gently close over top, squeezing him in comfort.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay my love? You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll always be right here.”

The boy blinks back tears and a small smile begins to form at his father’s tender voice. Daddy never lies and he always has a way of putting things plainly, so that he can understand, speaking to him as an equal.

Your son reaches upward towards the white fabric draped over the worn wooden table hanging from his father’s neck. His fingers run through the soft cravat and then travel further upward to his father’s cheek, stroking him in comfort.

Levi turns into his tiny palm and plants a kiss that slips into playful nips after his retreating fingers, sending your baby into a fit of giggles. A smile sets on both of their faces with a glassy look in their eyes as they hold each other’s gaze in their own little world.

You look on in wonder as his strength never seems to surprise you. See Levi, I knew you could do this. Your musings slip into the air between them both.

Your son’s fingers return back to the neck tie.

He never wanted to sleep with a stuffed animal or blanket, but would only accept the humble cloth as a companion in the night, the fresh smell of linen and tea leaves lulling him to sleep.

You don’t know when the love of the tie began, but it had to have begun when Levi would rock him to sleep at night against the warmth of his chest when he was just a baby.

Tucking his son into his covers, he slips off the cloth again, draping it over his baby. The boy nuzzles into it, taking it into his hands.

“See, my love? I told you, I’ll always be right…,” he whispers and presses over his heart through the fabric, “here.”

He looks up into his father’s eyes and knows he means every word, but the impending loneliness from today’s revelation continues to eat away at him deep into the night. He has to make things right.

***

Levi wakes with the dawn and can feel your warm embrace with your arm draped lazily around him.

Puffs of air fan out over the back of his neck as you slumber on. He melts into your touch behind him as your chest presses into his back with each breath.

He can see the morning light creeping in underneath the room’s door, and then, something entirely new…

He spots two little feet nervously padding up the door and two tiny knocks sound against the wood.

“Baby, are you okay?” Levi gently calls out to his son.

“I…I, um,” Levi chuckles internally at his stammering.

“It’s okay, just come in,” and as the door opens you rise to look over Levi’s shoulder. The sight before you has you gripping Levi’s waist, hiding your smile in his neck.

It isn’t that your little boy brushed his own hair and dressed himself at 5 years old…It’s the anxious, downcast eyes over the white fabric hanging from his neck…Levi’s cravat tied clumsily around him.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” He beams and you look over to Levi to catch his expression with the biggest shit eating grin on your face.

Levi is at a loss, lips slightly parted with an unreadable look.

It causes the boy to retract his excitement just a little with eyes shifting down, “Sorry, Daddy…S’not as good as yours, but I…” He bravely looks back up to his father, “I know you said it’d be okay, but I wanna be Daddy’s daddy for Father’s Day because he’s a good daddy and I want him to know what it’s like to have one!”

Levi’s jaw closes immediately.

A beat passes and he covers his eyes with his hand, running his fingers through his hair with his head tilting back. A shaky sigh leaving his nose.

Looking up at the ceiling he whispers, “Come here.”

His son takes tiny steps forward and his anxiety blooms in his chest.

“M’sorry, Daddy…If you don’t like i-“

“-Stop, saying sorry…” He drags his hand away from his eyes and the boy gasps at tears threatening to spill over his dark lashes.

“Daddy, don’t cry…I’m right…” He pokes at his father’s heart, “here, remember?”

Levi takes his little hand in his again lifting it to his lips for a kiss.

“Of course, baby…I remember.”

#levi ackerman #dadvi #fathers day #levi x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #fluff #god help me the FLUFFIEST #levi drabble #oh my god y’all can’t do this to me IM DYING OVER HERE FROM THE CUTE #my fics #fics by alla

[davnittbraes]

Hi Davnitt!

I have come to your ask box today with 3 Marcus Pikes and I desperately need to know which one you like the best and why…

Or

Or

Thanks in advance for the essay you are about to write 😉😘

Me?? An essay??

My friend, I really don’t know why you’re under the impression that I wouldn’t simply respond to this lovely ask with a straightforward and succinct answer, that just doesn’t sound like me AT ALL.

So anyways -

In this essay I will demonstrate which of the three Marcus gifs submitted I like best and why.

In the first gif, we have post-Teresa Marcus, still carrying the weight of a broken heart while trying to put his life back together. See the sad puppy dog eyes? The nervous smile? That delectable beard isn’t for an undercover job, as he so claims. It’s obvious Poor Bébé is grasping at anything in his life that he can control, any way he can alter the present to be different than the future he dreamed of with her that he now realizes will never come to fruition.

And yet, as we know, Marcus is resilient, unable to stay down for long. There’s a glimpse of it in his gaze, the unwavering confidence that is already guiding him toward realizing the truth - that Teresa was an uninteresting, immature woman with sociopathic tendencies.

Also, that NECK omg I just wanna BITE it nom nom nom and the SMILE??? My heart 🥰🥰🥰

The second gif -

*pauses to physically and emotionally recover from Marcus Pike in a white t-shirt*

- gives us a slightly defensive Marcus, one who is confronted with a perceived threat to his happiness (aka the man he obviously suspects his girlfriend is in love with) and a particularly inspired choice of camera angle where the viewer is subjected to the very same broad chest and shoulders that have so many of us shifting in our seats.

Though on the surface he is displaying his typical politeness, there’s an underlying general aura of “back the fuck away from my girl” that, for those of us who find the idea of him metaphorically growling at anyone who might steal us away attractive (re: me) demands multiple replays of this particular gif.

Plus his hair is so fluffy here like it’s just begging for fingers to run through it and grip and pull -

Ahem okay anyways MOVING ON.

The last gif submitted for consideration is the essential Marcus Pike gif. Do I have a source to support this argument? Yes. Myself. Fight me.

The gentle gaze that radiates sincerity, the clearly and firmly stated reassurance that he is patient, forgiving, and will be ready whenever she is? His heart isn’t just on his sleeve, it’s in his eyes as he looks at her.

This is my favourite Marcus gif, ever. Not only because of the points stated above, but because this gif ultimately inspired my I’m Here series. I wanted to capture the essence of this gif and distill it in my own hurts and pains and flaws and see if the result was anything meaningful.

But when I went to write the first part of the series, I thought - my Marcus has lived so much since this gif. He’s been through heartbreak and betrayal, made rash decisions and put too much of himself in other people’s hands.

In my series, he’s worked through all of that in therapy, learned how to hold relationships without demanding everything from the other person - and himself - all at once, and how to find the validation he seeks in himself, not others. He’s no longer obsessed with obtaining his perception of a perfect life, focused so determinedly on the future that he misses the importance of the present.

I’m Here Marcus is grounded, centred in the moment. He knows what he truly wants, and that is a partner who will walk side by side with him along whatever path life lays out.

So, where once he said “I’ll be here,” implying he will wait for when she decides to come to him, now he says “I am here. For you. Be here with me, now.”

In conclusion, though all submissions resulted in me staring at gifs for much longer than is healthy, the third is my favourite 😊

And if you’ve read this far, I’d like you to know that you’ve read approximately 600 words of deranged rambling about a minor character in an objectively terrible television show. Do what you will with that information.

Thank you for the ask, my darling Katie 🐙

#another davnitt essay #this time upon request! #did I put too much thought into this #probably #marcus pike fanfiction

[brooooswriting]

hey. i have been loving all of your stories so far! what about a scarlett x reader hurt/comfort story with some fluff. scarlett gets badly hurt on set or something and reader freaks out. then reader comforting and helping scarlett recover.

Set

It was a normal day for both, you and Scarlett, as she left the house early to get to the set on time while you got ready for the shoot you had today. It was a rather important one.

So it was around 3 pm when your Assistent crashed the shoot with your phone in hand. “Miranda, what’s going on?” You asked kindly as it seemed important and in all honesty you were a huge fan of her. “Elizabeth called, Scarlett got hurt on set and theyre waiting for the doctor right now” she rambled but you zoned out after hearing that she’s hurt.

“Gotta go” was the last thing you said while sprinting out of your room and grabbing your bag. The good news: the set was barely 5 minutes away and due to the fact that you may have been speeding you got there in under 3.

“Where’s she?” You asked as you crashed into the set just like Miranda did a couple of minutes ago. But you were a lot angrier. “Y/n” Chris Evans ran towards you nearly as freaked out as you were. “What happened?” You questioned while getting to her. “Two of the ropes that were supposed to hold her up broke and she fell like 3.5 meters onto a mat but she only screamed in pain before blacking out” he explained.

When you arrived the paramedics where already there hosting her into the car. “Wait, that’s my wife” you screamed and ran towards them immediately grabbing her hand. “If she’s your wife, you’re allowed to drive with her” one of them told you and you quickly climbed in and sat next to her.

“We can’t do anything until we’re at the hospital, it seems like she broke her leg and blacked out due to pain but we can’t say more” the other one explained as you kept stroking Scarlett’s hair and whispering reassuring nothings into her ear.

You sat anxiously in the waiting room while your wife was in the operation room. “Here, I got you a coffee” Elizabeth said as she sat next you wrapping an arm around you. “She’ll be fine y/n, she’s strong” she reassured you. You cried into Elizabeth’s arm, something just felt wrong.

After an hour and a half, a doctor came to you and you jumped up. “Miss Johansson, it’s seems like your wife twisted her leg but also has a brain trauma, we are trying our best to stop the bleeding. I’m sorry” he said before disappearing again. You broke down crying, sobbing, until Elizabeth came and pulled you into a hug. At one point you were so exhausted from crying that you fell asleep.

And two hours later, still nobody came to tell you that she was fine. God, you could only hope that she’d be fine. The thing that woke you phone ringing. You didn’t know the number but still picked up. “Y/n Johansson?” The person on the other side of the line asked. “It’s the stunt apartment. We’d like to discuss some things with you over the accident” the person kept talking but you couldn’t contain your anger.

“You gotta be kidding me, my wife is in the hospital because YOU fucked things up and NOW YOU want ME to come to you so we can talk about the accident?! You can be happy if I don’t sue you until you do not have a penny left! And you better not think that you’ll keep your job! She could have died!” By now you were screaming causing the whole waiting room to look at you. You hung up and mumbled a short sorry to the people around you.

“Miss Johansson?” A doctor called out and you immediately ran toward him. “I’m sorry, but we can’t promise that she’ll wake up. If she doesn’t wake up in the next 24 hours we can’t do anything for her. She’ in room 304 if you wanna see her” you mumbled a thank you before turning to Lizzie with tears in your eyes.

“Y/n, what did he say?” She asked after wrapping her arm around you. “If she doesn’t wake up in the next 24 hours…” you broke down sobbing, again. “Come on, let’s go and see her huh?” Elizabeth carried most of your weight until you entered the room.

You got to Scarlett’s side and glided your hand over her cheek before lightly kissing it. “Do you want me to stay or give you some time alone?” Liz asked. You couldn’t decide so she did for you “I’ll get you some things to wear and a toothbrush okay?” She asked and you nodded.

“Scar, baby, please you gotta wake up. I can’t live without you. I love you so much” you stayed the whole time, the only breaks where when you had to go to the bathroom. Lizzie brought you your stuff, Chris brought you drinks, Miranda brought you some things to work on so you could have a distraction and Florence cooked you food. They were great but I’d didn’t change the facts.

It did not change that the 24 hours were over now and that she did not wake up causing the doctors to return. “Miss Johansson, we are sorry but you should think about plugging out the machines…” you immediately denied. “No, I want to keep them on! I’m not ready to let go” you mumbled and while the doctors weren’t really convinced they left the room.

So the days passed and every day was the same. Your friends and family visited around noon, Lizzie was there to bring you breakfast while Flo was there for dinner. You never left the room and barely showered in those 3 weeks, Scarlett looked so pale and hurt that you were starting to believe that turning off the machines may be the right thing.

After the fourth week the doctors came back to you. “You should really think about turning off the machines, we know that this is hard but the possibility that she wakes up is around zero.” One of them told you. “I… just a day longer, I… I can’t… I don’t think that she’d just leave me like that. Please, I’ll pay the double but don’t plug them out just yet” you cried causing them to agree.

You fell into the chair next to her and decided to call her parents. “Melanie, Karsten, hey… uhm this is really hard, but the doctors want to turn off the machines. So you could come say goodbye” all of you were sobbing and they told you they’d be over later when they could drive again.

Then you told the rest and everyone came to say goodbye. At one point the room was full with people that were close to her and all of you were crying. They all said their goodbye but left you alone at some point so you could really say your last goodbye.

One last time you wanted to fall asleep with her, so you put on one of her hoodies that Lizzie brought you and laid next to her crying yourself to sleep.

You woke up to a hand stroking over the skin of your side. Nails lightly scratching over your hip like Scarlett always did. That’s when you suddenly sat up turning to look at her. There she sat wide awake looking at you. Her cheeks were now rosy and she looked so alive. When you finally realized you threw yourself into her arms. “You’re alive, I was so scared. I thought you’d never wake up again” you cried into her shoulder as she hugged you tight to her body kissing your forehead.

“I’m alright love, I could never leave you. I’m so sorry I scared you” she mumbled until you suddenly sat up again. “I gotta get the doctors, and I have to call everyone… and and” you were stumbling over your words causing her to chuckle. “I already did all of that, but I didn’t want to wake you so come back here!” She giggled when you fell back into her.

“So you stayed here the whole 4 weeks huh?” She asked with a grin. “Of course, I could never leave you” you said hugging her tighter.

“I love cuddling you but do you think you could help me go and brush my teeth? I really wanna kiss you” you giggled before helping her up and caring almost of her weight. You helped her brush her teeth as she sat on the counter. The moment she washed out her mouth she pulled you between her legs to kiss you which quickly turned into a make out session until the door suddenly opened.

Yup, even with 28 it was embarrassing when parents caught you making out. “Hun, it’s so great to see that you’re alive” her dad said while you made space for them to hug her. Her cheeks were red while she hugged them back. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s great to see that the two of you are still in love like that” her mum said causing the both of you to turn eben redder.

It was a long way until everything was going to be okay again but you’d do everything to be with her forever.

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #brooooswriting #natasha romanoff x you #marvel x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson

[neowinestainedress]

hello! can i ask for a soft fluffy sappy jeno drabble with him showing his tears and laying himself bare in front of oc ... i cannot stop thinking about him trying not to cry during tds2 it hits different seeing him like that :( i wanna hug him fr

a/n: a week later but yeah... i agree, the ending speech of tds2 broke my heart. probably more angsty than fluffy but this is all i could come up with, i hope you like it anyway!!

“You know you can let go sometimes, right?” You say, chin resting against your boyfriend’s head as you caress his hair while he lays against you. 

“I know but…” Jeno sighs, voice shaking before he presses his lips in a thin line and pulls away from you, sitting straight on the bed. 

You wait in silence, sitting against the headboard for a while, thinking he needs time to put the words together, but when you hear a low sniffle you quirk a brow and sit next to him. 

“Nono?” You ask, turning his face toward you, surprised to see him like this. “Are you crying?” 

“It’s just… it’s just that sometimes it gets so hard,” he whispers, sniffling, drifting his eyes from yours. “So fucking hard.” 

You don’t speak, you know how hard it is for him to let out his emotions, and right now, words are not what he needs. So you wrap your arms around him and you let him fall in your warm embrace. 

“I’m fine, but do you ever feel like some days you carry all the weight of the world on your shoulders? That no matter what you do is never enough? That… you can’t support the people you love how you’d like to?” 

You sigh, your heart breaks because you can hear in his voice that he’s holding back his tears to the point that he’s almost choking on his words. 

“But you don’t,” you whisper, starting to caress his back, feeling even more how hard he’s shaking. “You don’t carry that weight of the world on your shoulders. And you have no idea how much people rely on you because they trust you and feel comfortable around you.” 

When he doesn’t answer and only shakes his head, you sigh. “You know it’s fine to don’t be so hard on yourself, right? You can cry. You can break your walls down. You can be vulnerable, and, I know that it’s not easy to be vulnerable around everybody but at least with me, please, trust me.” 

After hearing that, Jeno breaks down, he starts sobbing loudly and hides in the crook of your neck, holding you tight, seeking more comfort. 

You stay like this for a while, none of the two saying anything. And you get that he wants to talk, finally open up and say some of the things he’s been bottling up, but now, he needs another type of reassurance. 

“I’m proud of you,” you whisper, starting to rock his shaking body back and forth. “So, so proud of the person that you are and all the things that you do. And all your friends and family think the same. I’m not saying it can’t get hard, but you’re not alone. You are never alone.” 

He lifts his head up and looks at you, cheeks streaked with tears but eyes filled with love. And you know that no matter how headstrong he is, he will always listen to your words and believe in them. 

“I’m so lucky to have you.” It’s the only thing he says before a smile, the first in hours, appears on his face and makes your lips turn into a tender smirk too. 

“And I’m lucky to have you.” 

“Can – can we cuddle? Just stay here and I... I’ll talk to you. I mean, I think that it will be just a senseless rant about so many things, but I trust you, and I need your comfort.” 

“Of course, we can, babe,” you reply, opening your arms to let him cuddle between them. “You don’t even have to ask.”

So he lays back and starts ranting while you caress his skin, it’s a wild ride as the both of you cry and laugh and smile, but you’re just glad that he’s opening up and letting you see his true self. And after more than an hour, you know he feels better when he proposes to make tea and spent the night together playing board games. 

“Thank you,” he whispers when you’re back in bed, he’s once again in your arms and even if you’re not used to being the big spoon, you have to say you love it a lot. 

And you don't have to ask him for what, you know why he’s thanking you, you know how hard it is for him to seek comfort and be vulnerable and you can only be happy he trusts you enough to open up. 

“You don’t have to thank me,” you reply, kissing his cheek. 

“Trust me, I do. I’ve never felt safer with anybody else.”

#anon answered #jeno fluff #lee jeno fluff #jeno scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct fluff

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hello Mika I’m here with a new request I cooked up today (sorry this one is long). Can I request a Giant!Human!Eren x Shy!Fem!Reader fluff and comfort one-shot where one of Hanges experiments on Eren accidentally caused him to turn into a 15m giant and him causing him to lose all of his clothes leaving him stark naked much to Y/Ns embarrassment and causing her to blush.

Second, Hange, Mikasa, Levi, Armin, and Moblit set off to find Eren and cure and Y/N follows them, but Eren stops her by grabbing the hem of the cute gown she wore begging her to stay in the meadow with him so he’s not alone and places her on his chest so she doesn’t leave him as Y/N hides in her blanket and pillow she brought along with still shy of the situation until Eren tells her to come out of her hiding spot before their sweet moments together and having their play date by playing hide and seek and watching the clouds for the next several days with Eren stuck in giant size and Mikasa occasionally checking in on them by bringing food, pillows, and an extra blanket in case Y/N gets cold.

Later at night as Eren and Y/N are about to get settled to go to sleep, Eren asks Y/N if he’ll ever change back to his normal size and she reassured him to be patient with Hange and the others since it’ll take a while to develop a cure for him before giving Eren a hug and kiss before he placed her on his chest with a pillow resting on her head and pulling the blanket on top of her. In the middle of the night Eren had a nightmare about his giant form causing harm on his friends, the scouts expedition becoming a failure, and accidentally killed Y/N due to not being in his actual Titan form which caused him to wake up screaming and Y/N trying to calm him down. Then Eren began to cry tearfully telling Y/N he didn’t want to be stuck in giant form and he felt that he’s a burden to her before continuing to cry more, but Y/N reassured him that he’s not a burden and even if he ends up in giant form permanently and never turn back into his normal size she’ll always love him and will continue to stay by his side before giving him a kiss and rubbed his chest to calm him down until they both fell asleep for the rest of the night until the next morning they continue on with more of their play dates in the meadow.

Finally several days later, Y/N woke up to find Eren back to his normal size after noticing him wrapping his arms around her to cuddle before pulling the blanket up to cover his naked body. Then Eren woke up to find himself back to normal and him and Y/N sat up and placed the blanket around their bodies to watch the scenery in the meadow and listening to the sounds of nature while holding hands before Hange, Mikasa (she even carried Erens clothes along too), and the others returned with a cure in their hands? Thank you! - 🧁

(Hello again, 🧁 Anon! I changed some stuff about the request so I hope that’s okay with you. I really hope you enjoy this!)

Taller, but Still My Lover

Eren x Shy! FEM! Reader

(Warning: Nothing just comfort and fluff)

BANG! A loud bang ringed through your ears, in front of you your friend Armin eyes were as wide like he had just seen a ghost. Curious about what’s going on, you turned around to see Eren 15 meters tall and he’s not in his Titan form.

“Woah he’s as tall as his titan form!” Hange yells out excitedly.

“Thank god he has all his clothes on. Come on, hurry up and make a cure four eyes.” Levi said.

“WHAT? NO WE NEED TO DO EXPERIMENTS ON HIM FIRST! THE CURE CAN WAIT!” Hange exclaimed as Levi dragged them away with the others following behind.

You follow behind but suddenly Eren’s hand came in front of you, blocking your way, “Can you umm, stay here with me? I don’t really wanna be by myself it’ll get boring.”

“Sure, of course!” You say as he moves his hand to grab you and places you on his chest. You begin to get nervous because you’re not sure what to say and you start hiding in his chest, you come out after hearing Eren say “Hey do you wanna watch the clouds together? Since there’s nothing else to do, maybe later we can watch the sunset.” You nod your head and smiled.

....

Several days had passed and Mikasa occasionally checks in on you guys and brings food and water for both of you and blankets for you so you don’t get too cold.

Later at night you were sitting on Eren’s left hand, gazing at the stars. “Do you think I’ll get back to my normal size again?” Eren says.

“Don’t you worry..Hange is really intelligent so they’ll make a cure soon, just be patient dear.” You say looking at him with a soft smile as you see him blush at the name.

“Also, real quick, can you bring your left hand over to your face?” You questioned and Eren did so, bringing you up to his face, you give him a small kiss on the tip of his nose causing the blush on his cheeks to redden. He then lays down on his back and places you on his chest to go to sleep.

....

Screaming, crying, pleading, and begging for mercy, is all he could hear. Eren opened his eyes to see all of his friends bruised and bloodied, clinging on to dear life. He looked at you and tears began to spill from his eyes and fall from his cheeks as he saw your lifeless body laying there.

You woke up to Eren shifting around and mumbling to himself in his sleep, you assumed that he was having a nightmare so you woke him up and his eyes shoot open, his breathing uneven. “Eren, Eren, it’s okay I promise I’m right here with you.”

“Dammit I don’t want to be in this form forever.” He lifts his hand to wipe the tears rolling down his cheek.

“You know, even if you’re in this form permanently I’ll still love you unconditionally and I will continue to be by your side here with you forever.” You say comforting him, he moves his hand to wrap around you gently, providing you warmth as you both fell asleep.

A few more days went by and you woke up to find Eren back to normal, you smile as you cuddle into his side. Eren wakes up shortly and wraps his arms around you and sits up with you still at his side, adjusting your blanket to wrap around you more so you won’t get cold since it quite chilly outside. You both watch the nice scenery together and listen to the peaceful sounds of nature while holding each others hands. You silently wish this moment will never end.

Masterlist

#aot scenarios #aot fluff #aot x female reader #aot x reader #aot x y/n #eren yeager #eren jeagar #eren fluff #eren x reader #eren x y/n

[t0asty-t0ast3r]

After that new leak I just can’t get over how good Childe looks in that outfit 0///^///0

Tartaglia (Childe/Ajax) x Tired! Reader

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You decided to go back to Snezhnaya with Childe after an emergency fatui meeting was called. The boat ride was a long one, but with the rocky waters you weren’t able to get any rest. Instead you just watched your partners excited face that’s ready to be home. He’s telling stories and what not about his life and family. You’re not really listening instead admiring the smile on his face and plenty of other facial expressions that make your heart melt.

The boat suddenly bumps to a stop and you’re in his hometown. You knew it’d be cold but you were absolutely freezing especially being so close to the ocean. You’re groggily walking not being able to walk in a straight line very well thanks to sleep deprivation. Childe finally notices when he notices your slow pass so he just carries you. His house was quite a long way so he decided just stopping by a hotel just for tonight would be best. You insisted on making your way to his house feeling bad the reunion would be delayed, but this ginger wouldn’t give in. He gets you to the hotel setting you down as he holds your hand to the hotel room.

He opens the door for you and hands you the key. “Sorry y/n I have to get to that meeting now I’ll see you tonight though,” he states with a quick kiss on the forehead and a smile.

You stand there a bit stunned for a minute before stepping into the room greeted by warmth. You notice the heater panel near in the closet and extra sheets, blankets, and pillows. So instead of sleeping on the bed like a normal person you quickly put your stuff away, take a quick shower, and set up the closet to sleep in. You get in the warm and oddly comfortable closet and quickly fall asleep.

Eventually Childe gets back after a few hours quite annoyed seeing most of the harbingers again. He turns on the lights and calls your name expecting a response. He doesn’t hear anything…..immediate panic sets in and he frantically starts opening the doors. With the room being small he finds you quickly but that doesn’t change the panic he just went through. He immediately just scoops you up into a hug not realizing you were sleeping.

“AH Y/N YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME WHY ARE YOU IN THE CLOSET T^T. YOU DIDNT RESPOND WHEN I called….oh?-“ slowly he realized you had been sleeping in the closet?

You stir a bit and slowly wake up only to be in Childe’s arms as he gives you a guilty smile. He sort of chuckles a bit before brushing some hair out of your face and giving you another kiss and pulling you closer.

“Ajax you look a little shaken up did something happen? Did you wake me up cause something scared you or?” You sort of mumble as you’re trying to wake up.

“Yes. I was terrified I thought something happened to you. I didn’t see you as soon as I walked in and you didn’t respond when I called your name and I thought you were asleep but you weren’t on the bed so then I got scared and started looking for you and when I found you I was so relieved I just kinda scooped you up but didn’t realize you were asleep.” He rambles about talking a bit too quick for your brain to currently pick up on but you got the gist.

You just start laughing at him a bit before caressing his cheek and reassuring you’re here with a kiss. You pick up on how warm he is and his coat looks so fluffy and comfy so you quickly toss the sheets and blankets off you startling the ginger. You then basically jump on him knocking him over from his kneeling position and you nuzzle into the warmth of the fabric and your partner. He’s a bit shocked but brushes it off and carries you over to the bed. Then sets you down wrapping you with his big coat.

“Did you shower yet?” He asks as stands up from the bed.

“Mmmm kinda it was more of a rinse I was really tired so I didn’t wanna take a whole shower,” you explain sitting up in the bed.

“Would you like to join me in a bath then we can wash each other’s back? The shower can be turned into a bath tub.” He asks eagerly waiting for your response hoping for a yes.

“…Fine I guess it’s the least I could do for scaring you,” you respond hesitantly.

He just picks you up removing you from the warmth but luckily for you he’s a portable heater. You start to run the bath as he grabs clothes and towels for the both of you. No funny business you’re both too exhausted and just take a nice bath in a comfortable silence. Eventually the bath is over as you guys dry off, room service dinner, and brush your teeth. As you’re finishing up you get some water with Childe right behind you. You set your cup down, turn around to face Childe and just lean on him. He looks at you confused as you hold his waist and bring him closer feeling the tiredness settling in again. He once again sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the bed. He sets tucks you in and turns off the lamp near the bed before joining you in bed. Immediately clinging to his warmth not yet being used to how cold it is in this nation. He just chuckles lightly and pulls you to his chest as he rubs your back and brushes his finger through your hair. You just trace random shapes on his bare chest as you listen to his steady heartbeat. You love moments like these and go to give him a kiss on the edge of his chin (that’s really all you can reach) but, as you go in he lowers his head more and accidentally bonks your forehead quite hard with his chin.

“AH Y/N IM SO SORRY!” He panics a bit apologizing profusely.

He caressed your face and litters you with kisses which gets you extremely flustered in your sleep deprived state. He notices and relaxing what he just did he just commits to it ending with a small peck on your nose. You bury your head and n his chest planning to actually sleep this time.

“Don’t I get a kiss too…-,3-“ you suddenly hear Childe mumble.

You hesitate but give him a kiss which he wasn’t expecting you now flustering him. You both just smile at each other and actually plan to sleep now.

“Goodnight Y/N. I’m sure I’m warmer than the closet<3” he quickly states.

You just smile lightly and make a small sound of affirmation. You mumble a goodnight just before you fall asleep in his arms.

Im baaaaack cause that teaser had me in a choke hold because Childe. Don’t forget to leave requests if you have any I’ll try my best to write most things cause I need the practice. I hope you’re having a great day! (⌒▽⌒)

#tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #fluff #genshin impact #character x reader #ajax x reader #fanfiction #reader insert