#mans is easily flustered pray for him

[ivysoul]

⋆ ★ 𝐃𝐁𝐅!𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. includes age gap (legal ofc), descriptions of and scenes of sex, size kink, very light humiliation kink (literally blink n you’ll miss it), light possessiveness, body worship, mirror sex, car sex, fingering, reader is described as smaller than ghost, sex while on the phone and the other end doesn’t know, probably a bit ooc ghost but idc. special dt to @ouchvns bc i love them sm ♡

༊*·˚ dbf!ghost teases you constantly. whether you’re alone or with other people, he’s always finding some way to make you flustered. a lingering touch on your thigh, or gently brushing his fingertips against your clothed cunt under the dinner table across from your father and sometimes other people. he’s even gone as far as to discreetly finger you under the table and find amusement from you struggling to keep quiet and collected. his fingers were soaked with your slick and you could hear the noises that were made from it when the room was a bit too quiet. your face was hot with embarrassment and lust at the same time and you didn’t know which feeling you should let take over your body at this point. ghost though, ghost was having the time of his life with this whole thing. “somethin’ wrong, kid? your face is all red.” meanwhile he’s got his thick digits trusting into your sopping cunt as he asked.

༊*·˚ dbf!ghost doesn’t like to share. if he picks you up from the bar late at night, you’d better pray that there isn’t some other man standing and talking to you where ghost can see, otherwise you’re in for a long, hard treatment from him later on. more often than not though, you do it on purpose. you make sure he catches sight of you and a guy talking. he was obviously flirting with you, fixing your lipstick that had smudged a little bit during the night, fingers lingering on your face for a second too long. ghost was seething as he sat there, waiting for you. he knew what you were doing and he made it very clear that he knew when you got into the jeep. you weren’t quite sure what had happened between the time when he locked the doors and now, but all you knew was that you were practically folded in half with your knees and thighs against your stomach and chest, hands gripping the leather of the seats as you all but screamed in pleasure, and no doubt everyone outside the bar could hear considering ghost didn’t care much to even leave the parking lot. he pounded into you with force, hard long thrusts were present where passion and love were absent. “wan’ act like a whore, i’ll fuckin’ treat y’like one. i know y’like it, you love bein’ used as a toy, don’t ya? my toy. all mine.”

༊*·˚ dbf!ghost loves how much smaller you are than him. he loves how easily he can manhandle you into any position he wants. you’re too tired and fucked out to flip over onto your stomach? don’t worry, babe, ghost has got you. his giant hands grab onto your waist and roll you over, lifting your hips to be even level with his as he lines up his girthy cock with your cunt again. he shoves in to the hilt in one quick thrust, eliciting a loud yelp from you. he chuckles—low and gravely, and bends over you, caging you under him. his huge body dwarfs yours completely as he continues his brutal pace from before. with his mouth right next to your ear, he speaks lowly, “‘m so crazy ‘bout you, love. i fit into you perfectly, ‘s like you were made f’me.” his teeth lightly nibble on your earlobe before placing a hot, wet kiss to the side of your neck repeatedly. you know damn well he’s leaving prominent lovebites as he goes. “can’t have my little baby goin’ around without people knowin’ she’s gettin’ taken care of, can i?”

༊*·˚ dbf!ghost likes to fuck you in front of your full length mirror in your bedroom and worship you the entire time. the mirror was to the side of your bed, giving him the perfect opportunity to have you kneel on the edge of the mattress and fuck you from behind. he tortured you like this, forcing you to watch the way his cock slowly fucked into you, or the way he would shamelessly worship your body by groping every bit of flesh, making sweet and loving comments about every part. it got you so incredibly flustered that it made it hard for you to focus on anything at all. the compliments he was giving were going on a loop in your mind and the reflection in front of you didn’t help whatsoever. you could see how much he meant his words, how sincere he was. there was no hint of a lie in his words, actions, or his eyes. “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, sweetheart. every part of you is gorgeous. ‘m so lucky to have you. so, so lucky.” he repeated the words so much that you started to believe it yourself.

༊*·˚ dbf!ghost would frequently fuck you while you’re on the phone with your dad. the first time he did it had been the best. he had you bent over the counter with your shorts and panties at your ankles, his own clothes at his ankles. the little whimpers that would escape you every now and then would spur him on, picking up his speed and the harshness of his thrusts and hearing you stutter a piss-poor excuse to your dad over the phone on speaker (that ghost made you turn on for the sake of this). the death grip you had on the phone was strong from doing your absolute hardest to keep your noises in. your dad said something about inviting ghost over to dinner that night and ghost had to hold in a deep chuckle. but when your dad asked you a question that you had forgotten to answer due to your current state, ghost leaned down to mumble something in your ear. “y’better answer your father, angel.” your dad’s voice ran out from the phone again after that, “what was that, hun?” to which you said, all-too-quickly, “n-nothing, dad! it w-was nothing!”

☆ — © saintlulls, 2023 - don’t repost, translate, or copy.

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 📁 ꒰ simon ghost riley ! ⊹˚. ♡ ꒱ #i think this is my favourite thing i’ve ever written #there are literally no words i could use to describe what i’m feeling right now #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon riley cod #simon riley call of duty #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #saintlulls

[forcebewitht]

Dorm leaders with an s/o that likes to randomly hug them out of nowhere?

Twisted Wonderland: The Huggy S.O. X The Dorm Leaders

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

Honestly? I feel like it would come as a surprise to him

From what we know from this poor guy's past and stuff, boy probably didn't get hugs often

Most likely, it also depends on where or when you do it for him as well

If you hug him in the middle of, say, him talking to his dormmates or attempting to discipline someone????

You might either get a click of the tongue from him combined with a look

Or straight up possibly fussed out about interrupting him

However, if you do it in close quarters?

You'll feel him tense up for the briefest of moments, but he'll eventually lean into it a little

If he's really in a bad mood, he'll almost instantly lean his head onto your chest or shoulder

The tighter the better, most likely

He sometimes isn't sure how to fully give it back, so he'll just sort of pat your back or shoulder for a second

"Tsk...again with this, my rose? ...Oh, alright. I suppose I can allow this type of contact for now...just stay there, okay?"

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

For the love of the Great Seven, don't do it when he's napping-

Yes, I know it looks comfortable and I know he's insanely warm

But this man is going to probably open an eye and growl at you so fast-

Unless he is in a very specific sleeping position, then he's actually asking for you to act as a sort of secondary pillow for his form

Don't do it in front of his dormmates, they'll start attempting to tease him for the softness/it'll ruin his image

Other than that, he probably will sometimes attempt to be the first one to grab you himself

His little herbivore wants a hug?? Sure, as long as everyone sees him doing it and knows that you're his

Probably does it a lot to make sure his scent is prominent on you as well, if anything

If you're the one to start it, he'll most likely just sink into it (pray he doesn't fall asleep on the spot-)

"...Hmm? Does the little herbivore want to be near me again? Hah, you're so desperate to do that, aren't you? Sure~"

🦑Azul Ashengrotto🦑

He's mostly similar to Riddle- depends on where you are

If he's, say, in the middle of a most likely illegal very sound business transaction? He's going to smile and everything, but his eyes tell all-

If it's in the middle of him walking or say, the Monstro Lounge?

He's going to get flustered inside very quickly, but is easily able to mask that with a bright smile and embracing you back

He'll probably whisper a little warning into your ear or saying that it can be continued later on

If you're in close quarters? He's all over you.

I mean- probably literally all over you.

Especially after a hard day working or if a transaction didn't go too hot

You honestly kind of remind him of the pot he used to hide himself in when he was younger, so the pressure and being able to wrap himself around you is actually insanely comforting

He's the type to bury his head into your neck in these moments, keeping as close to you and your comforting body as possible

"Ah~? Did my little angelfish want yet another hug from her darling~? Alright, as you so desire, but make it quick- I have work to do, you know~"

☀️Kalim Al Asim☀️

Out of everyone listed? You already know Kalim's going to be all over you, too.

In fact, sometimes he does it to you before you can even notice he's there yourself-

He'll just spot you out of nowhere and make a beeline to you and yank you off your feet

He's a fan of spinning hugs the most, loving to laugh and smile with his lover at any point and make them feel like they're in a whole new world

He'll reciprocate any hug you give him instantly

So, if you're the one to hug first, he's already hugging you back tightly and peppering kisses all over your face, neck, shoulders- wherever he deems fit.

Just like Azul in close quarters, Kalim is all over you

He'll make sure that you both have the most comfortable set up ready for cuddle sessions whenever you like

Jamil gags in the background at the sugary sweetness, but that's okay

"Huh- oooohhh, ahaha! Hiiiii! Did you miss me? I missed you, too! Awww, don't worry, when we get back to my dorm tonight, you can cuddle me as much as you want, okay?"

👑Vil Schoenheit👑

He's honestly a mixture of Riddle and Leona-

For the love of the Great Seven, PLEASE don't do it if pictures are about to be taken or if he is modeling-

That would be an earful I don't think anyone would be ready for

But other than that, he'll tense up initially at the contact

He likes petting your head whenever you run up to him like that for a hug once he regains his composure (and gets over the shock)

He also enjoys lightly linking his arms around your waist and holding you there a bit

If he's in a good mood, he might even lightly dip you whilst you hug him

In close quarters, he's a lot more hands on than he is in public

He'll enjoy occasionally allowing his head to rest upon your lap as he discusses the day or goes through whatever is needed with Rook present

He also enjoys having his head rest against yours in side hugs upon his bed or a couch at times

"Hmm? Oh, sweet potato- you simply took me by surprise. Did you miss my touch, darling? Don't worry, I'll fulfill that need of yours for now."

💀Idia Shroud💀

Considering he's only ever in his room with the occasional sneak out? He'll get shocked initially, but-

Once that shock is gone, he's probably hugging you back, grinning like an idiot

He'll probably request that he lays in your lap and you cuddle him while he plays a game and you watch, if anything

The first few times you randomly popped in for a hug freaked him out, though-

He didn't know what you were "up to"

But once you (and probably Ortho) explained that you simply like hugs?

Took him a while to warm up to it, but he broke down overtime and now enjoys them

He never knows when to let go, though-

So you two might just be standing in his room, rocking back and forth for a while in a hug

"-Oh. Ehehehee~ heeeeeeyyy. Did your hug stats get lowered? Hope I was able to boost that by a few points. I actually have a game I thought you might want to watch me play....so, if you have time...let's do the usual...?"

🐉Malleus Draconia🐉

Good luck finding him, first-

If anything, you'd probably have to have some sort of tracker put on him to even find him in the first place for random hugs

That, or just follow a trail of seemingly spooked students

I feel like he'd catch on to you being the one to like random hugs, so HE would be the one to pop up out of nowhere to give you one

He's extremely tall, too, so he'll definitely have no problems scooping you up and holding you close

You always feel his warmth and the strength in his grip whenever he does so

Like Idia- he doesn't really ever know when to stop?

So, he genuinely might just start walking with you in his arms still hugging him

Like Vil, he also enjoys resting his head on top of yours during a hug, or occasionally will give a head pat or head rub

He's also a bit of a neck burier, so he'll just sit you both down on a bench or do it whilst you're walking

He enjoys every inch of your presence whenever he is graced with it, after all

If you somehow do manage to find and basically have to jump on this fae for a hug-

He's immediately perplexed, but he'll catch onto it just being you and will hug back

"-Firefly? Ah. Why, hello to you, too. Have I been missed today? Well...I suppose I shall hug you for as long as you so need, then."

~END~

(Long time no see, my dear Readers!!! IRL stuff has kinda been kicking my hindparts, so I am going to attempt to tackle these asks one by one as I so am able to. As for those asking about the Overblot writings- yes, they will be continuing further down the line!!! So, stay tuned~ and as always, hope you enjoyed ✨️💕)

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[sanjisboyfie]

eren first meeting his roommate

aka ; eren yeager having a gay awakening <3

-> might be a series? idk i love roommate eren a lot so probably will be a series LMFAO also also there's really no obvious romance here, it's just silent admiration and crushes

also eren is very much puppy-like and high energy in this one hashtag sorry if u love emo eren, he will NOT be emo here!!! hashtag no regrets.

eren yeager x male reader

— eren was dead broke. his ass definitely did not have enough money for either dorming on campus or off campus, but off campus was the cheaper option. and since he went to a college so far away from home, it would be too big of a hassle to commute. so him and his parents compromised by giving him an "allowance" every month, which would basically pay for a third of rent. but that meant he had to use his own money to pay the next third, then find someone else to pay the final third. ( 1/3 being paid by his parents, 1/3 being paid by him, 1/3 being paid by a lifesavior roommate, aka you!!!!!)

— it was very odd to see eren, who on first impressions seemed like an intimidating individual, sit you down at the empty kitchen table and beg you, literally beg you with his hands in praying form, to room with him. he was very, very obviously desperate to find someone else to live with.

"please, i will be good - i've heard from all my friends i'm a great person to live with, my mouth will vouch (he is a terrible person to live with, but if he has to do more household chores in order to get a roommate he will). i will let you speak to my own mother and father, they will vouch and say-"

"i believe you, eren, why are you crying?"

"PLEASE LIVE WITH ME!!!"

that's an exaggeration of what happened...he didn't actually start crying, but his begging was insistent and borderline pathetic.

— in the end, you agreed !!! paying 1/3 of rent was better than paying 1/2 + the place wasn't in a terrible location, it was close to school, and was a pretty good size for two bedrooms. since eren was already settled in, he helped you move in. and that was when you were given a free GUN SHOW because damn was this man working hard in lifting your many boxes of belongings. it was almost like he wore a tight shirt on purpose, just to show off. he very adamanently told you that you didn't need to hire movers and he'd do all the heavy lifting, along with muttering about how they were "scammers" with how much they charged.

"eren, i can lift some of these-"

"no, please, consider this my thanks for moving in with me," eren grunted, holding a huge box of your clothes with relative ease. he was sweating, but that was because this was probably the third box of heavy stuff he had to carry from the car to the building.

he was wearing a beige shirt that hugged his muscular form, emphasizing every single ripple underneath the fabric. and as you two stood in the elevator (thank god the building had an elevator or else eren would have had to carry all the boxes up three flights of stairs), the only sound in the metallic box was eren's heavy breathing.

his muscular chest (boobs) were moving up and down as he tried catching his breath, his hands lifting to wipe the sweat off of his forehead with the collar of his shirt.

your eyes watched each of his movements carefully before you snapped out of it with the dinging of the elevator to tell you you were on your floor. you got out of elevator first, holding your arm to the door to prevent it from closing on him.

he shot you a smile in thanks before proceeding to easily lift up the box (it was at least over 50 pounds, mind you) and walk ahead to the room.

what you didn't know was that eren's cheeks were burning red as he had felt your stare on him earlier and it made him feel shy. you didn't have to know that he was purposely flexing harder with each cardboard box he had to lift. it was his own subtly way of trying to impress you, anyway.

it was flustering to know that it was somewhat working.

— after all the boxes were situated inside of the small apartment, he went to put all of your utilities away, like your own set of utensils, plates that you bought to share, and a couple of mugs. meanwhile, you went to your room to personalize and unpack all of your clothing. as eren was occupied working in the kitche, he felt himself smiling to himself as he carefull put away any of your belongings in the shelves. he felt himself laughing at one of your comedic mugs, a ceramic figure that took the shape of a chubby cat. the tail of the animal curved into being the handle and a funny expression was painted onto the cat's face.

"what's so funny, yeager?" you challenged, stretching your hands above head, "you think my mugs are funny?"

eren laughed, putting it away intot he cupboard and turning to look at you, "i think they're cute, they're also fitting,"

you made a face of uncertainty, which only made eren's grin go wider, "alright, you'll see."

"i'll see what?"

"you'll see — when i get you your own mug, you'll learn to appreciate it more,"

"oh, god, please don't." eren said, leaning against the counter on his elbow and staring at you, who were sitting on the other side, "for your first night here, you want me to treat us to take out? the chinese place down the road is really good,"

he watched your expression carefully. wordlessly, you walked around the counter and to the fridge. once you opened it, it took you a total of three seconds before you looked back at eren with a grimace.

"the only thing in here is ketchup and mayo..."

"those are the condiments i use to eat my fast food with," eren shrugged, making you only become more flabbergasted. "what??"

"oh my god, let's finish unpacking later, we need to go buy groceries,"

"but you didn't answer my question on dinner?"

"i'll make dinner — you save more money buying groceries and making meals out of them instead of buying takeout everynight, eren," you lectured, making him tilt his head in thought. he supposed you were right, so he didn't argue against going grocery shopping.

as you announced you were just going to change quickly, he then thought about it for a second longer. then a blush fell on his face as he imagined you at the kitchen, cooking a meal for just him and you.

god, was he really developing a crush on his roommate that just moved in?

— the grocery shopping turned unserious very fast. bring eren to any public environment and he won't be able to stay on track for a second. you didn't really know eren that well (it sounds silly to say that considering you are now living with him, but prior to agreeing to be his roommate, he really was just a stranger to you), so to see his more childish side bleeding through his cold exterior was a good change of pace. he was a very goofy guy, making funny faces at babies with the intent of making them cry, and would easily get distracted. he had tried dragging you off to the pokemon card wall several times when all you needed were groceries.

"did you see the way its face scrunched up?" he grinned in excitement before focusing on mimicking the expression a baby he tormented made. you laughed at the face he was making before smacking his shoulders.

"be nicer! they're just babies, eren," you softly scolded, weak chuckles escaping from you.

"just babies that make funny faces," eren laughed, switching from standing at your left side to your right side repeatedly as you stood in front of the produce section, "what even are you going to make tonight?"

"hm, how about pasta? you like pasta?" eren nodded his head in affirmation, "i was just going to buy some staple fruits and vegetables too, though, in case we get hungry for snacks,"

"snacks? i can run to the chips section too then! what chips do you want?" eren said, very excited to go to his second favorite section of the store (the junk food aisles).

"just get me a bag of f/c," you requested politely, making him nod like an eager puppy and run off.

you finished going down the list of basic ingrediants for a white sauce pasta, while also grabbing anything that you could use for other dishes in the future.

just as you turned around to your now full cart of vegetables, sauces, fruits, and meat, eren came bounding back towards you. this time, he was now holding five bags of chips, in his mouth he was carrying a single packet of pokemon cards, and in his fingers he was desperately holding a lottery ticket.

"look! we can open up a pack of pokemon cards, i got you one too, it's in my pocket though, since i figured you wouldn't want my spit on it, and then i also have a lottery ticket. i have a feeling we will win it big! and if we do, we won't have to pay rent for like five months!"

"eren, what the fuck? i thought you were just getting chips,"

the accused man pouted at the tone you were taking with him, dropping his arms into the car to free them of the five bags of chips, "i was!! but look, i'll pay for the lottery ticket, chips, and pokemon cards! c'mon, it'll be fun to open the cards together and everything!"

he almost pouted at you, can you belive this guy? pouted at you with begging puppy dog eyes. you almost smooshed his face with the palm of your head, but restrained yourself.

"fine, let's just go and pay,"

eren grinned in achievement, pumping his fist into the air, "c'mon, i wanna open these on the ride home!" he said, referring to the pokemon cards.

"alright, alright, i don't know anything about them though, so you're just gonna have to tell me what's good or not,"

"if it's shiny and reflective, give it to me, that's all you need to know," eren said dismissively. he swiftly took your spot behind the cart, pushing it with ease and only allowing you to walk beside him. "what pasta are you cooking for tonight?"

"i bought alfredo sauce, so i'll just add in some vegetables and to the pasta and make...chicken alfredo? if that's alright with you," eren almost salivated at the thought. he simply nodded his head eagerly, the bangs around his face bouncing at the movement.

"sounds delicious! man, i really lucked out with you as my roomie, huh? we're gonna make a great pair!" he threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer as he said this, an innocent grin on his face.

— that night, the two of you sat on foldable chairs watching tv. eren's parents gave you two as a house warming gift. it was small, but it was working so that was all that mattered. eren and you laughed at the tv screen until the late hours, where you both agreed to finally call it a night.

"should i make breakfast tomorrow morning? or are you gonna be in clases by the time i get up?"

eren frowned, "i have classes all day tomorrow, from 8 in the morning to 7 at night, so you don't have to worry about making too many servings,"

you nodded in understanding, "alright, then, i'll see you when you get back then,"

eren and you were about to break off to your own rooms, but he called out to you one last time, "uhm, what time are you gonna be in classes?"

"i only have one class tomorrow, 1 to 3:15," his face brightened up, which instinctively made you smile at him in return.

"we can go get lunch together then," he offered, "there's a good place that has burgers, it's like a ten minute walk from the main campus. i have a break in between classes at 4? if that's okay with you, of course,"

you grinned so wide that it almost hurt your cheeks. eren was a really nice guy, he was going out of his way to just get to know you better and spend some time with you, "yeah, that sounds perfect. meet me at the bus stop that's right outside the main hall and we can walk together,"

"okay, yeah!" eren nodded his head repeatedly, the bangs on the side of his head once again moving at such rapid mvoement. "then, i'll text you tomorrow when i get out of class!"

"sure, that sounds good." there was a pause and you pivotted your torso to turn away from the smiling brunette, "good night, eren,"

the man blinked and nodded his head, also turning away, calling out a, "goodnight, [name]," very quickly.

and the two of you fell asleep with grins on both of your faces. eren had brought the blanket up to his face, as if he was paranoid that there were someone watching his blushing face only redden. your smile was really, really handsome, his heart felt like it was in his throat everytime he remembered it.

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[123puppy]

I'd like to thank this precious video for giving me the mental image of Alastor's suffering~

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Cute.

It's a word Lucifer cannot seem to stop thinking about when it comes to The Radio Demon. For this, it's beyond his expectations. And a beautiful discovery he never thought possible.

Alastor lays flat on his back, arms barely staying near his head as he struggles to contain, and fail, the giggles that spill from between his teeth, face twisted into the sheets in a futile attempt to hide, flustered.

He forgoes his red-striped coat, sleeves rolled up along with the bottom hem of his light red shirt exposing his stomach and small waist, white strips almost zig-zagging his ashen skin.

A choked sound comes out of the man, unable to keep one of his arms in place, bringing said arm down to cover his mouth, grin growing bigger with a wobbly edge as his eyes pop open.

Long black claws dance gently over Alastor's lower tummy. It's been like this for over a minute, but Alastor is falling apart at the seams at the display, his other arm dragging itself down, red claws easily slicing through the crimson sheets in a slow 'rrrrRRRiiiip' and finding itself over his other hand to stop the giggles as they reach a slightly higher pitch, accompanied by a ringing, pitched with distressed deer noises.

Lucifer has a smile on his own face as he continues to tease the deer with no hope of stopping unless the sinner voices it. He's praying Alastor doesn't end it too soon, because for all that is holy, this has got to be the cutest and wholesome moment he's seen since Charlie's birth.

Another minute goes by. It could have been eons for all Al knows.

The sinner cannot keep still the longer this goes on. One long leg pulls itself up and scrapes along the sheets as he fights to keep from squirming about. But Lucifer, the little shit, has been discreetly pushing his shirt up little by little, then he would drag his nails down back to where they started. The sporadic reaction is a feat, the younger man fighting his instinct to curl forward even when the Angel pressed the pads of fingers into his hips. The tears welling within the corners of his eyes don't give him hope of enduring this much longer.

Alastor had been holding out for as long as he could, to the point that his death mark began to glow, until he broke when one of his lowest ribs gets grazed.

He slams his elbows down and twists his body onto its side, ears flat against his skull, "That's enough!" His voice cracks. His actual voice, no filters. He yelps when a devilish finger finds his belly button and twists away, choking back a squeal, "LUCIFER!"

Lucifer pulls his hands back, "I'm done I'm done!" He laughs, "Still, that was a lot of fun, and your skin, or fur, is so soft," He cages Alastor and grins at the withering look the demon gives him but doesn't miss how he tensed at being 'trapped'.

"Fuck off."

Lucifer raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing, "Not my fault you're sensitive. I didn't go full Tickle Monster on you like I do with Charlie." He wiggles his fingers over Alastor and the demon flinched, slapping his hands away.

Blood-red eyes turn into dials, locked on the smaller man, grin exposing all his teeth.

"I haven't forgotten how sensitive you are, Your Highness."

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves-" Lucifer shrieks as Alastor pounces.

#hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!alastor #ler!lucifer #ticklish!alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #my writing

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about all the ways you can comfort Price | 18+, MINORS DNI

Content tags: boot worship, oral fixation, cock warming, Top!Male Reader,

Something goes terribly wrong on a mission leaves Gaz injured, has Soap almost captured- could’ve almost ended with Ghost getting killed in action.

He’s usually good at staying composed- that is his job but not this time around. He crumbles so easily under the weight of everything and prays and hopes you catch him

And of course you do.

You do so when he comes knocking on your office door while you’re writing reports, his eyes glassy and lips wobbly.

You want to say something- anything but you also know what he needs right now so you gesture for him to come over, as you roll back your chair from your desk to make more space for the burly man.

He falls to his knees and eagerly crawls over to where you’re sitting.

There’s still a teary eyed look in his eyes, cheeks just as flushed and lips tilted into a wobbly frown as he kneels in front of you.

But just as your hand curls in his hair, you see a small shift in his face. Wobbly lips parting in expectation and the flush on his cheeks bleeds out into his ears as if feeling flustered about something.

He already knows what’s coming and so do you as you pull him face first onto your crotch. A “thank you sir” escapes his lips before eager hands unbuckle your belt, fingers expertly unzipping your pants, pulling them down along with your boxers before taking your cock down his throat.

His glassy eyes shut close and something akin to a sigh escapes his nose as his wobbly lips suckle on your cock.

He’s in no hurry to get you off- matter of fact you don’t expect to cum at all- not that you mind as you roll back your chair in place making sure not to disturb him too much.

Every once in a while you’ll stroke his hair, praise falling from your lips as you work your way through your reports. He’ll respond with a hum or a nod, or not say anything at all, lost in his own world but at least his mind is silent in this very moment and that’s what he needs the most

He’ll even come to you late at night, and crawl under your sheets while you’re sleeping, expecting even then for you do catch him. The sudden action startles you from your sleep but you don’t panic, body and mind already knowing it’s Price. You can hear his heavy sigh and smell the cigar smoke on his clothes, and as you turn around to face him your suspicions are confirmed.

He’s sporting a wobbly smile, eyes watery and cheeks flushed. You can already taste the familiar words of comfort dangling at the tip of your tongue but you know those are not the ones he wants to hear so instead you sigh before you tell him turn around, palms cupping and spreading his behind.

He’s already prepared himself, all you have to do is slide into him. You roll your hips ever so gently and hold him oh so steadily. The goal isn’t even to finish its to have his body close to yours. He wants to feel your arms around his waist, your breath washing over his neck, wants the weight of your body to anchor him to the world. Once you’re all done he’ll beg you not to pull out, at least not now, says he needs to feel you close, needs to feel you inside. So you do as he says, pulling the sheets over your bodies while staying inside of him, kissing him gently on the cheek and drifting off to sleep.

It’s not just the sex that brings him comfort. It’s the intimacy of it all and that’s something you learned early on in your relationship. He just wants to know that you’ll be there to catch him when he falls- wants to know that you’ll be there to catch him before he’s even got a foot over the ledge. And you will. You always will.

And sometimes catching him means letting him clean your boots.

“Kneel” You say and just as the words leave your lips he falls to his knees, already grabbing the supplies and propping your boot clad foot on his thighs.

There’s no sign of tears as he undoes the lace, no frown on his lips as he grabs ahold of a brush to clean the grim off of the leather. The only exchange of words is the tidbits of praise you’ll give to him, to which he’ll only respond with a hum or a nod, feeling too content to even talk, mind finally silent and focused on something other than his fuck ups. By the end of it, your boot is glistening and he’s ever so gentle as he puts your foot down onto the ground.

Eventually he does speak, the words “thank you” falling from his lips as he buries his head in your stomach or thighs, breathing getting heavier as his hands ball up. For one second you think that you’ll finally feel the wet sensation of tears hitting the fabric of your jeans but when nothing comes you cup his cheeks, and look him in the eyes as you tell

“It’s alright” you know he’s listening but you also know he isn’t registering what you’re saying, head clouded with fear and worry.

“Not your fault” you say to him as you bury your fingers into his hair as if hoping to detangle the fears and worries from his head.

“Did all you could, John “ you say, hand ever so gentle as it caresses his hair.

Eventually his breathing will even out, eyes closing shut and for a moment his worries fizzle out.

At some point those same fears and worries will start bubbling to the surface again but you’ll be there when it happens, you’ll always be there

#John price #John price x reader #John price x male reader #captain John price #captain John price x reader #captain John price x male reader #top male reader #call of duty #dom male reader #sub male character #Alec writes #sorry for any mistakes #its a Drabble dump day

[t0rturedangel]

Hey ummm this is my first time asking someone to write soo sorry if it's not good.

Anyways 4 main x reader how would there first kiss be like (romantic, weird,messy ykyk)

Hope you have a good day

╭ . . . first kisses ੭

• ➛ main four x reader ( separate ) ╰ notes / warnings :: just swearing, also this might be a little ooc

STAN MARSH - ✮ •

━ your first kiss would be quite awkward with STAN since the poor boy is trying not to vomit all over you.

━ he'll probably just give you a quick - yet sweet - peck on the lips then vomit.

━ while it's really sweet its also kinda sad - mostly for stan- he set up a little date for the two of you just for his first kiss with you and it all went to shit when he felt the take away he ate a few minutes ago coming back up

━ still though you found it cute that he tried and comforted him as best as you could

" awh man- I'm sorry [ name ] " Stan mumbled, running a hand through his hair clearly annoyed with himself for vomiting at such an important time in your guy's relationship. You laughed softly " Its fine, Stan, honest " giving his hand a small squeeze you leaned against his side " really ? " he asked, still ashamed with vomiting nearly all over you " course " you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek causing a red blush to take over your boyfriend's face. He slap his hand over his mouth - again- trying not to throw up, as he stared at you, absolutely in love and bewildered.

KYLE BROFLOVSKI - ✮ •

━ KYLE'S first kiss with you would be really romantic

━ Just like his buddy stan, kyle would make a date for your first kiss except it would be much more classy. While stan would probably order take out and watch movies with you for his date, Kyle would bring you to a restaurant ( probably in a suit as well ) and then walk you home after.

━ The kiss happened when kyle walked you back home, you thanked him and then pressed a kiss to his lips

━ Like i said, verry classy but still it was the best kiss of Kyle's life.

" Thank you for everything tonight kyle " you smiled, right after kissing him, it wasnt a short kiss nor was it awkward it was the most perfect kiss kyle's ever experienced. It felt so right to him and it must've felt right for you too. " I- uhm ... yeah dude? " he cursed at himself mentally for calling you 'dude' after such a romantic moment. Thankfully though you didnt seem offended, in fact you seemed to find it even cuter and funnier " Yeah . . . dude " you laughed, pressing another kiss, this time much quicker, to his cheek before walking home leaving a very flustered kyle behind. His legs were weak and wobblily, his face a shade of red that could easily rival his hair colour. He loved you so much, thats for sure.

KENNY MCCORMICK - ✮ •

━ your first kiss with KENNY would be sexual yet romantic, i mean come on its kenny.

━ The kiss would also happen right after you agree to be his girlfriend / boyfriend / lover or whatever. It would happen at your house, you two were hanging out after a date and kenny asked you the question when you answered yes he practically tackled you.

━ it would also lead to a make out, again how can it not?

━ now you have to pray that none of your guardians come in because, oh boy.

" Ken!- " you yelped once kenny paused his kiss for air, the blonde turned his head to the side, curious as to what you want " hm? yeah babe " your face was completely red " what if someone walks in and catches u- " Kenny cut you off with another loving kiss, his hands cupped your face " so ? now that you're mine i want everyone to know " he gave you a grin, you returning it " hahmm, fine " laughing kenny once more pressed his lips to yours, your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer, enjoying the moment with him.

ERIC CARTMAN - ✮ •

━ God, i dont even know how to describe your first kiss with ERIC

━ it was probably to show that your his lover, so a jealousy kiss- its that or a kiss after you made fun of kyle

━ he'd be so proud of you if you made fun of him he'd kiss you right Infront of everyone- something he's never done and never will do again, nothing against you its just he hates people seeing him kissing you.

━ After that, all kisses are private, it was just a one time public kiss.

" Eric ! " you gasped as his lips left yours, you didnt even know why he kissed you since he told you at the start of your relationship that all kisses and affection would be in private and yet right now he kissed you. in front of quite a lot of people. " I- im just so proud of you baby ! " he (probably fake) sniffed, smiling " what ?- wha... is this because i yelled at kyle and told him to fuck off ? " cartman nodded and pressed more kisses on your cheek, a red blush on you face. Wow, was all of this just because you made fun of kyle for like a millisecond. Not gonna lie, it was kinda nice, you just gotta now make sure to return the favor of the kiss later.

#south park #south park x reader #x reader #first kisses #hcs #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #south park stan #south park kyle #south park kenny #south park eric cartman #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #first kiss hcs #requested x reader #requested

[some-beans]

Hi! I wanted to request dormleaders with a reader like Millie from helluva boss?

yes 100% yes but god i'm bad at answering these fast 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

✎...pairing: twst dorm leaders x millie!reader ✎...themes: hints to murder, mentions of blood, reader is fem with she/her in mind ✎...enjoy !!

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

ngl a little freaked out

given your horns and tail, and the vague/slightly tad bits of what your line of work is, it's safe to say riddle was very weary of you

but, i suppose that lessens up when he sees you respecting the queen of hearts' rules

lowkey loves that fact you fit in with the red aesthetic tho

also loves when you easily whip Ace and Deuce into shape

riddle feels surprisingly comfortable with you after the overblot incident due to the fact you simply held onto him and allowed him to cry, and get it out of his system

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀

ma'am

he laps up ALL the love and affection you give him

such a smug bastard [ affectionate ]

also kind of "he asked for pickles" but it's more that he's just lazy

definitely respects the shit out of tho

girlboss over here

is so impressed when he witnessed you take down, like, 15 of his housemates like it was riding a bike

did i mention cuddles??

cuz you are now his fav pillow

yeah nah, you're not moving until he's awake

well, i mean, you can cuz not gonna stop you, but ready to then deal with a grumpy lion later on

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

flustered yet intrigued

you said you did some bodyguard work and know how to deal with problematic customers??

. . . do you need a job??

but in all seriousness, very much becomes your malewife

man legit folds at any and all affection you give him, big and small

very surprised when you help him get more contracts for him and he swoons lowkey

something to do with the fact you're from hell or something

he didn't really pay attention cuz azul's brain had crashed from the smile you sent him

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

oh our sweet sunshine baby

you honestly end up taking over jamil's job at this point

jamil cried tears of joy over this

you can easily calm kalim down and divert his attention back on track

and easily dispose of any hitmen *ahem*

he definitely buys jewellery to decorate your horns

you casually mentioned your, uh, job once, and let's say kalim is grateful that he's on your good side

𝐕𝐈𝐋

you're like a slightly more violent cheerier version of rook in a sense

but also somehow less intense too??

ugh whatever

your bright red skin does intrigue him

and your makeup is quite impressive

. . .

what do you mean you have naturally smooth skin?? had no acne too??

vil may kind of reprehend you for your country accent, but quickly shuts the fuck up from the wicked glare you give him

epel snickered to himself when say that happen

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

you are intense

but in a good way??

you have successfully bamboozled idia shroud

it confuses

he has heard of imps before bc duh ofc he has

he's watched too many manga and shit to not know what those are

you two very much give "he asked for pickles" and "girlboss + malewife" vibes

gets spooked when you don't bat an eye to the gore when watching horror series with him

may have prayed once or twice

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒

at first, he mistook you for another dragon fae cuz of ya horns and got really fuckin excited

tho lowkey sad once you explained you're actually an imp from hell

still jazzed about the horns and tail tho

loves to share stories and whatnot

. . . kinda concerned when you mentioned a job that left your leg in a bear trap

yeah

malleus may have almost asked to . . . talk to your boss

#💌 some beans requests !! #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #millie!reader #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #malleus draconia

[thepepsislvt]

What if we had another Barto fic because were so starved for his content esp in writing if the reader was like a strawhat that luffy picked up in like skypiea maybe..like a shandorian with the little wings 👀.. just a thought..

I WIN yes i will write more of Barto bc i love him and im glad so many other people love him too!

this one seemed rushed and i apologize i wrote this before my second shift of work :(

Bartolomeo x Winged! Gn Reader

warnings: all fluff, some cursing, mention of doflamingo

you were born on Skypiea and thats all you’ve known

you were always so curious as a child but nobody would tell you what the rest of the world was like

So when you hit your teenage years you decide that one day you're going to leave the floating island

You had wings so you could easily fly away but you couldn't navigate the ocean by yourself

Most nights you would hope and pray that someday, someone would save you.

That's when a certain pirate with a straw hat came and fucked shit up on your island

At the age of 19, you knew this was your getaway, a savior you had spent all of these years praying for

After he won the battle he was fighting you came up to him and his crew as they were about to depart

“Strawhat! You must take me with you! I will prove myself worthy to join your crew-”

“Ok”

“-and I won't take no for an answer! Wait did you say okay? That fast?” you looked at the pirate captain with confusion and shock

All he did was smile and nod

So it was easier than you thought

It didn't take very long to get along with the rest of the crew members

You would give Usopp, Chopper, and Luffy rides through the air

Zoro taught you how to use a sword

Naomi taught you to pickpockets even though you probably won't use that skill

The Entire crew loved you

When Frankly and Brook joined the Straw hats you easily got along with them as well

When you got separated for two years on Sabaody you couldn't have been happier to see them

Your wings had fully grown and you could now use them to their full potential

You guys may have changed a lot physically over the past two years but nothing has changed between your friendship

During the events of Dressrosa, you decided to follow Luffy to the Colosseum to make sure he doesnt give away his identity and draw unwanted attention towards him

While you and Luffy were watching the fight, a certain green haired rooster head had caught your eye

he was hated by the crowd for being vulgar but thats what you liked about him

after his victory in Block B you knew you had to go and greet him

what you were not expecting was him to start crying and saying how much he wasn’t good enough to be in your presence

how can such a scary looking man with the title “Cannibal” fall to his knees over someone like you?

you were flattered by his kind (?) response and had to console him

he asked you to sign your wanted poster he kept

after the defeat of Doflamingo, you hung around Bartolomeo more, falling more and more for him and his wild personality

he had finally accepted that you were actually his friend and took his fanboying down a notch (he still has his moments though)

you had asked him out since you know damn well he wouldnt have the balls to ask you

when you did he just about died on the spot

but y’all had the best time on your date

Sanji and Nami had helped you dress nicely for the event

at the end of the night Barto and you were just star gazing as you told him all about each constellation

Barto knew he had to something he just didnt know how

“you see those six stars up there forming a ‘W’? they call that one the King of Pirates in honor of Gol Roger himself! isnt that cool?” you had explained while pointing to the sky

after you didnt get a response from him you looked over to see if he was alright only to be met with his face close to yours

“Barto? are you alright?” you whispered to him

He just stared into your eyes before kissing your cheek, leaving you flustered and your wings spread out in suprise

“was that okay? should i not have done it?” Bartolomeo started to panic and think of every possible negative outcome before you kissed his lips gently

“more than alright”

he Smiled and started giggling all giddy

“I GOT KISSED BY MY FAVORITE STRAWHAT!!” he yelled out into the sky

you only laughed and kissed him again

#x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #one piece x gn reader

[hee0soo]

Ambassador of the Heart |Part 4.|

PAIRING — Kim Hongjoong x afab!ModelReader

SUMMARY — An encounter at the Balmain Winter Show 2023 leaves you flustered...

GENRE — FashionAU

WARNINGS — racism (not by the members!)

WORD COUNT — 1.3k

~Part 3~ |~Part 5~

July 2023

Honestly, you didn't know  how or why you had found yourself in your current predicament. The only thing you knew for sure was that the proximity of the man you had come to admire, was making your head go fuzzy!

You cursed your shoes for being so high that they made you stumble 3 times in a row and you cursed yourself for wanting to wear them in the first place!

The first time was just a little tumble, the second time you too, could catch yourself before you could hit the ground and the third time your knight in shining armor came in the form of the one and only Kim Hongjoong! The only reason why you did not smash your face right into the floor!

"Hey..."

"Hi..."

Both you and Hongjoong stared into each others eyes for a moment, entirely forgetting where you were and that a lot of eyes were on you and him at the moment. You could hear the whispers all around you and he could probably hear them as well but you were both in your own little world in which there was just the two of you.

With wide eyes you were starring into his dark brown orbs trying to find the right words to say.

"You should be. careful?" The slight stutter paired with his accent while speaking English made your heart flutter more then you would like to admit.

"I- yeah! Thank you for not letting me fall..."

"You welcome! Are you, hurt?"

You quickly shook your head, reassuring him that you were fine. He seemed relieved even if not entirely sure if you were telling the truth. When it came to his members, he could easily tell if he was being lied to but with you, nothing. To him you were a complete and utter mystery! One he desperately wanted, no NEEDED, to solve.

Suddenly being hyper aware of how close you were to him, you blinked a couple times to rip yourself out of your stupor, stepped away and bowed 90° as an apology, praying that nobody had snuck a secret camera into the event and caught your little moment.

You immediately missed the warm and comforting feeling of his touch on your waist.

Surprised by the sudden bow, Hongjoong bowed back in a hurry.

There was a moment of silence where the two of you simply looked at each other until you heard the shutter of a camera going off. Your head flew to the side and you recognized the photographer hired for the event. He had already caught one of your incidents earlier on camera and your face grew hot at the reminder of it.

The man held up a thumb to signal that he was done and sauntered away.

Hongjoong nodded to himself, seemingly flustered and bowed once more only to rush out another apology and hurry away.

You watched his retreating form vanish between the masses of guests with a heavy heart! It felt like someone had emptied a bucket of ice cold water above your head and with shaking hands you just stood there. To say you were disappointed was an understatement!

Why however you could not say... It wasn't like you had any reason to be as you didn't know each other save for the few short moments you had together. But the nagging voice inside your head, screaming at you for being an idiot, remained persistent.

A sad sigh escaped your lips. There was no need to dwell on it now as the rapper was already busy talking to different people again. It seemed as if the encounter left you more frazzled then him and that hurt.

"Excuse me miss?"

 The accented voice of a young girl suddenly distracted you and you turned around to meet a pair of sparkling brown eyes. She looked barely older then 16 even under all this glamorous Make-up and chic outfit all only one word came to your mind, *Cute!*

"Hello darling! Are you okay?"

"Oh yes I am! I just wanted to know if you are? You look a bit lost..."

For a moment you just stared at her, shocked by her honesty.

"Ah, yes don't worry about me...?

"Ah DIVE into IVE! Annyeonghaseyo, I'm IVE's Leeseo!"

 Immediately a bell rang for you. In the short time you listened to Korean music, some of their songs had found it's way onto your playlist. Your face light up and in return the worry on the girls face vanished.

"It's nice to meet you! I like your music a lot."

Leeseo turned red at your admission and you coed at her. However, you didn't have the chance to answer as Cole appeared by your side, having noticed that you distracted yet again and having had enough.

Not having the chance to say goodbye, you waved at the vocalist before you were pulled away.

Cole cursed under his breath.

"Seriously y/n? Why do you keep talking to them?"

 The way he spit out his question made you angry. Your face hardened, lips pulled down and hands clenched to fists.

"What do you mean by them?" you hissed when you vanished behind a wall, hidden from the other guests.

Cole rolled his eyes.

"Don't act like you don't know! They're Asians y/n! They eat cat's and dog's and-"

"STOP! Finish that sentence and I’ll see to it that you will be fired without any chance of ever finding a job in this industry ever again!

Starring at you like you had grown a second head. It was clear that your manager had not expected you to react like this.

"You're bluffing..."

"No! What you just said is entirely unacceptable and I will not stand for it, do you understand?"

you snarled, eyes burning with a fire Cole wasn't used to. If he was honest, it scared him for a moment and suddenly he wasn't so sure anymore if you were bluffing!

"You little-"

"Do you, understand?" The feeling of satisfaction as you cut him off was immense and you felt euphoric as Cole seemed to retreat a little. He looked genuinely scared as he faltered in front of you.

The man nodded and stepped away.

"Good!"

With that you left him standing there, having enough of the mans mood whenever it came to the topic ever since the Balmain presentation. You had never thought that you would ever have to have a conversation like this with him but enough was enough!

Steaming with anger you had a hard time schooling your face to a neutral smile but eventually, after a few deep breaths you managed it somehow even if the angry heat inside you remained.

Walking out from your hiding space, planning to leave already, you took exactly 4 steps down the stairs before your heel got stuck in your dress!

A panicked gasp left your month and you accepted your fate of falling down the stairs this time until a hand wrapped itself around your wrist and pulled you back upright. The rapper of ATEEZ saving you once more before you got seriously hurt.

"Thank you! Again..."

"You want me stay with you? To, uhm, save you again?"

Taken a back by the blunt statement you stuttered out an unintelligent stammer which caused Hongjoong to laugh his signature laugh.

 You melted at the sweet sound.

"Maybe next time? I was going to leave now and ..."

Understanding where you were going with this, his face fell and a frown replaced the soft smile he has had so far, cutting you off in panic. The way he had rushed away earlier had him feeling bad but what could he say? He was embarrassed and panicked!

He couldn't let another chance pass and so he cut you off with a quick but sincere:

"Can you give your number?"

Authors note: Is this messy? It feels messy! But that could just be my anxiety talking... Anyways, i hope you enjoyed it!

Taglist: @marirose25 @khjcoo

#cromernet #ateez #kim hongjoong x reader #ateez hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong imagine #hongjoong x y/n #ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #kpop writing #kim hongjoong x y/n #ateez x reader #kpop x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong #divider by cafekitsune

[doxypsychlean]

Hi. Can i request a aegon ii x rhaenyra's daughter. Maybe they marry in secret after the dinner of episode 8.

Of course you can, dear stranger! Hope you like it:)

Marry you|Aegon II Targaryen xTarg!Reader

Warnings: Explicit language

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

A/N: Tumblr decided it'd be funny to mess with me and the first version didn't save. I've learned my lesson but tbh, it huuurt. Anyhoo- for the sake of this whole thing, let's pretend like she's didn't leave with her mother to Dragonstone, but instead stayed in King's Landing. Don't ask, I have no idea of how or why something like that would work either. Oh also, him and Helaena are still married to eachother. However, I didn't make it a point to mention their kids, so... Do with that as you wish. Cheers!

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The prince stole a quick glance at his niece as he reached for the wine decanter that just so happened to be placed right in front of her. She didn't even acknowledge him, too busy laughing along with Princess Baela at something her younger brother,Jacaerys, had just said to the two. The jealousy was eating him alive. Why? He had no idea, earlier that day the princess Rhaenys had announced the betrothal of Jacaerys and Baela Velaryon. Not to mention, Aegon himself was a married man. He had no right to feel jealous. Even so, he couldn't stop himself from drumming his fingers on the wooden table in annoyance. His brother was quick to notice, considering he sat not that far from him. Prince Aemond gave his older brother a knowing look, his usual smirk on his face.

"Oh Jace, you haven't changed one bit!" The princess said, hand now resting on her brother's shoulder as she wiped at the happy tears that pricked at her eyes.

His nostrils flared, lungs expanding to their full capacity. His heart was beating so fast, Aegon was afraid it was going to shatter all his ribs in attempt to get out. That damn bastard, he thought to himself.

The silver haired man was quick to pour the contents of his glass down his throat. As he placed his cup back on the table, he looked around. A certain pair of eyes had already been staring at him. A smile flashed on the Rogue Prince's face and dissappeared just as quickly. His attention turned back to his wife, leaving Aegon to drown in jealousy and resentment.

Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, wasn't the type that would get flustered easily. And yet, his hands were starting to sweat. He brushed his palms on the fabric that covered his thighs, then got up. He circled around his niece and nephew that were talking about Gods know what and stopped between Jace and Baela. His hand extended out towards the wine decanter. He poured himself another glass.

"I..." Aegon hesitated for a second there. He was sure he'd get an earful for what he was about to say, from both his mother and niece. "I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer."

The attention of everyone around the table had turned to him. They could all sense it, he was about to say something extremely idiotic and inappropriate.

"But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask."

Two pairs of hands slammed down on the table, both brother and sister rising to their feet. A sharp "Jace!" could be heard coming from lady Velaryon. Everyone heard it, except Jace. And his sister. The two stared down the young prince as he went back and took his seat, each for their own reasons.

"Pray tell, Aegon, was any of what you just did out there really necessary!?" She practically yelled as she slammed the doors of his chambers shut.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" He yelled back. Of course he was drunk. Has there ever been a time when he wasn't...

"You brat, I haven't seen my family in ages!" She shoved him hard. "Leave it to you and your brother to ruin everything..."

"I am your family, aren't I?" The prince croaked, his throat had gone as dry as a desert.

"Don't you fucking dare, I refuse to play this little game with you, you-"

"Do you love him?" He interrupted.

The young Targaryen girl in front of him frowned, her face twisting in disgust.

"He's my brother, you arse."

"That doesn't answer my question now, does it?" He was pushing it. Really pushing.

"He's my fucking brother, Aegon! My baby brother! How could you even ask me such a thing with a straight face?!" Her small hands landed a hit after hit to his chest.

"Because I do." The prince caught her hands mid-air, eliciting a shocked gasp out of the girl.

"I love you." His whole body shook as the words spilled out his mouth. " I think I've always loved you..."

His hands went back down to his sides, letting go of her. Aegon was quick to turn his back to her, letting the tears and sweat run down his face freely. He could feel it, he was about to vomit all over the floor.

"Oh, you insufferable twat!"

In the blink of an eye, Prince Aegon found himself facing the woman once more. His whole world melted seconds after.

A pair of soft lips crashed rather violently against his. Two gentle hands gripped each side of his face, still not sure whether or not they should claw his eyes out right where he stood. His found their way around her midsection as they fell, knees slamming into the cold floor.

She pulled back as he tried to deepen the kiss.

"I hate you so,so much...You complete and utter moron." The woman huffed as she brushed the silver locks off of his sweaty forehead.

"Marry me" it was more of a statement that it was a question.

"Huh?"

"You heard." His nose brushed against hers, a smile on his face.

"But...Helaena. And my mother. And your mother-"

"I've made my choice already. And you?"

She kissed him again, this time much softer. She'd made her choice long ago.

#aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the second #hotd fanfic #hotd #game of thrones #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #oneshot #accepting requests #aemond targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen #dance of dragons #rhaenyra targaryen

[froggibus]

Daddy Issues - Soldier 76

Pairing: Soldier 76 x reader

Genre: fluff but its a lil suggestive

Word Count: too many for this prompt 1.5k

Summary: in which your little crush on the Commander doesn't go unnoticed, and he wants to see just how far he can push you

CW: young! Soldier, Overwatch days, reader is shy + gets flustered easily, fainting, teasing, Soldier is a bastard

reader is described GN but is described to be blushing/having red cheeks a lot! i know this description may not fit everyone so i am putting this here to not waste time/ruin the immersion!

ok anyway im too lazy to write today so you guys can have my drafts lmao anyway enjoy <3 i am very down bad for this man anyway

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John Francis “Jack” Morrison: super soldier, Overwatch commander, the best of the best, and unfortunately for you, a total DILF. 

The man was gorgeous. Despite working closely with him and Overwatch for years, you still couldn’t even look at him without getting flustered. Stuttered words and red cheeks had become a staple of your conversations with Jack, and all you could do was pray he didn’t notice. 

Unbeknownst to you, it was common knowledge among the other agents of your little crush on the Commander. Jack himself had always found it somewhat cute regardless of the teasing he received from Ana and Reyes, and found himself wondering how much it would take to push you past the breaking point. 

“L/n,” Jack’s voice boomed, “can I talk to you for a second?”

You squeaked, the tips of your ears burning, and approached him. You were painfully aware of the looks the two of you were receiving along the way. 

“W-what’s up?” 

“I was just wondering if you’d be open to taking on a mission next weekend.”

“Oh,” you looked everywhere but his eyes, trying to hide the desperate flush on your face. “I-I can for sure. Who’s all going?”

“It would just be you and I.”

If your face was burning before, it was an inferno now. A mission, all alone with Commander Morrison? 

“I-I…”

“Come on, y/n,” he rested a hand on your shoulder. 

His touch on your shoulder and the way he was looking at you sent butterflies to your stomach. You stuttered out a bunch of words that essentially meant ‘yes’, and that was good enough for the Commander. You walked away quickly, covering the lower half of your face with your hand. 

Ana Amari laughed, “come on, Jack. Give y/n a break.”

“Mind your business,” the Commander said, but even he knew he was pushing you a little hard. 

—

It was the dead of night, and you were yet to sleep. It had been too hot and then too cold, and then your mind could not stop racing. Thoughts of Jack and the mission filled your head. 

As soon as the clock ticked to 2:22am, you found yourself rolling out of bed and slipping your feet into your slippers. You tiptoed your way down the hall, being careful not to wake any of the other agents. You knew how skittish they could be, especially in the dead of night.  

You made it to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, sitting at the counter and waiting for it to boil. Soft footsteps behind you made you whip your head around, your eyes settling on Jack. 

You immediately flushed at what he was wearing. A pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt and bunny slippers. You couldn’t help but look at his bare chest. He was all shredded muscles and perfectly carved abs. Duh, he’s a super soldier, you thought. 

“What are you still doing awake?” He asked, your eyes flicking up to meet his.

“I-I could ask you the same thing.”

He shot a glance at the steaming kettle, “couldn’t sleep, I guess.” 

“Same here,” you nodded, your gaze once again slipping to his bare stomach. 

He smirked, knowing full well where your gaze was. The words tumbled out before he could stop them, “like what you see?”

You instantly hid your face in your hands, trying to avoid looking at him. Jack cursed himself—he was normally so composed, so in control of himself. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Jack!” You squealed, voice going up an octave. 

He laughed slightly, “hey, I’m just teasing.”

He wanted to say that he also liked what he saw, but he thought that was a little too far given your current state. Still, he thought you looked gorgeous. In your pyjamas, hair a complete mess, looking all sleepy and cute. 

“S-still,” you mumbled, finally peeling your hands away from your face. You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set a teabag in it, “I’m too tired for this.”

Jack backed off for now, deciding to give you a reprieve you from his teasing. The image of you all flustered and trying to hide your face was burned into his mind, and it would suffice for tonight. 

—

Combat training was your favorite part of the week, making every Monday somewhat bearable. Usually, you would pair off with Ana or Angela, given they were around the same skill level as you. 

Today, though, Morrison had claimed you before you could even say anything. As soon as he announced the two of you would be partners, your face was pink tinted and all thoughts left your brain. 

“So, what do you want to work on first?” Jack stretched his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of track pants and a tight blue Overwatch shirt that clung to his abs. 

Memories of the other night in the kitchen filled your brain, setting a fire inside you. “I could use s-self defense practice,” you admitted. 

“Okay, I have a few ideas then.”

Before you knew it, he was positioned behind you, grabbing your hips tightly. He tugged you towards him slightly, your hips slamming against his. You let out a soft whine, instantly pressing a hand over your mouth. 

Jack mumbled in your ear, “too much for you?”

You shook your head quickly, grateful that he couldn’t see how hot and sweaty your face was. “I-I can keep g-going,” your voice was an octave higher. 

You tried to focus on anything but the pressure of his hips against yours, his hard chest on your back, his warm hands on your hips. 

“Okay,” he said and moved an arm up to around your shoulders, and stretched the other around your waist. “So if I were to do this, what would you do?”

He gripped you tight enough to pick you up off of the ground. His touch was so intense it was hard to concentrate, taking you a minute before you could remember the steps. 

You twisted in his grip, ducking under the arm on your shoulder and using it as leverage to turn him around. You held it tightly behind his back. 

“Good, really good,” his praise made you flush, “but you have to be faster than that in the field.”

In an instant, he broke free of your grip and threw you over his shoulder. He tossed you into the ground, cradling the back of your head and the small of your back as he did to break your fall. You landed with a soft groan, Jack on top of you. 

His face was only a few inches from yours, a smirk plastered on his face. Your heart raced in your chest, hammering against your rib cage. The blood rushed to your face. There was no way he didn’t notice how flustered you were. 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he noted. 

Blood roared in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to move your hands to cover your face, but he was holding them down.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked. “Why are you trying to hide from me?”

You shook your head, eyes still closed. “I-I’m not.”

“Then why can’t you look at me?” 

“Cause you’re so close to me!” 

He laughed, letting go of your hands, “I thought you’d like this position.”

That was your breaking point. Your heart raced faster, so fast it was almost painful, and your breath caught in your throat. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t breathe. Your skin was unbearably hot, as if it would melt off your bones any second.

“Y/n?” Jack backed off, “are you okay?”

He blinked at you, waiting for you to respond. When you didn’t, he completely got off of you. You managed to take in one, gasping breath before everything went dark. 

—

You woke up in the infirmary, a blanket wrapped around you. Your head spun, and when you opened your eyes, there were four Jack’s sitting on the end of your bed. You blinked a few times, and all but one of them disappeared. 

Jack was staring at you with a mix of caution and excitement. “How are you feeling?”

“G-good, I think.”

“Good,” he sighs in relief. “Ana would have killed me if you weren’t.”

“What even happened?”

“You fainted,” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone get so flustered from sparring before.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “you’re a jerk. I know what you’ve been doing—and it’s mean!”

“It’s not my fault you look so cute when you’re embarrassed!”

Your face flushed again, and Jack looked at you cautiously. “You’re not going to faint again, are you?” He asked. 

“I-I don’t think so, why?”

“Because I can’t kiss you if you pass out.”

Your face burned, but your heart still beat normally. “Y-you really want to kiss me?”

He answered by cupping your cheek and closing the distance between the two of you. His lips smashed against yours, sending electric shocks down your spine. You moved against him and tangled a hand in his hair. 

“You’re sure you’re not going to pass out?”

You tugged on his shirt, “shut up,” and kissed him again. 

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch fic #ow #xreader #overwatch headcanons #soldier 76 #soldier 76 x reader #soldier 76 x you #jack morrison #jack morrison x you #jack Morrison x reader

[midnight-lilac-blue-hues]

Kiss it to Heal it

Childe likes getting treated

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Childe x nurse!reader

Warning!!! NSFW below the cut

AFAB reader, Funeral childe lives rent free in my head, mention of blood, size difference, kissing, consensual sex, bathroom sex, fingering, pet names, creampie.

Note: I'm not dead! I took a break from writing cuz I couldn't focus on it, but now since I'm going back to school I should be able to write more often ^^ also, yes I will be doing the requests sent to me and the new ones coming in so send them to me!!!

Being a nurse was something that came easily to you. Mostly because you grew up watching the older Fatui take care of their patients. So it was natural that you would be assigned a nurse role once you finished your training. What you didn't expect was becoming one of the personal nurses of a harbinger.

You rarely got to see the harbinger you were assigned to. Speaking of which, the harbinger you were assigned to was Tartaglia, the 11th. They send him away constantly so he doesn't cause destruction in Snezhnaya. Thankfully, you weren't his traveling nurse, so you stayed in Snezhnaya to focus on your other patients.

However, with time, the harbinger would be returning to Snezhnaya very soon. Due to the number 8th of the harbinger's unpredicted death. That meant he would be in your care if anything happened to him. Which also meant your boss has been breathing down your neck for the past week and a half.

You haven't really met Tartaglia, only during a terse meeting with his other nurses. The man was very tall and had a stoic face, which was jarringly different from the rumors you'd encountered. But now you have to meet him face to face, that is if he gets injured. Which you are praying he doesn’t.

Which, to the delight of the archons, he was at your apartment door knocking for you to let him in. You were already in your bed when you heard him knock.

You sluggishly walked to your door and opened it to see a viciously beaten-up Tartaglia towering over you. He was still wearing the clothes he wore at Signora's funeral, but the fur was damp in blood and his coat was torn to shreds. He didn't say anything, and yet you were shaking like a leaf. And when he did… his voice was way deeper and more horse than you expected it to be.

"You are the nurse that's assigned to take care of me right?" He stared down at you, quickly making you feel so small. You quickly nodded your head with your wide eyes. Your hand on your chest made you feel your fast heartbeat. Tartaglia let himself into your home. It's not like you were going to push him away, your job is too important for you to lose. As he entered, he looked around for a place for him to rest.

"Here," you said meekly, pulling a chair behind him. He let out a groan as he sat, spreading and stretching his legs. You stood behind him, wondering what to do. All of your training has been thrown out the window ever since you open your front door. You decided to scurry to your bathroom and figure out what the fuck you are going to do.

You paced back and forth on the tiled floor, before remembering you have a first-aid kit to help you. "Thank the archons," you muttered, squatting down to pick up the kit. You stood up and felt a presence behind you, not just a presence but a firm body against your backside. You gasp, looking at the mirror in front of you, and you see Childe in just a bloody white shirt and black pants. "S-sir Tartaglia!"

"My, my, my. Such a cute little nurse I have here," he places his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you between the counter and himself.

"Sir Tartaglia! You shouldn't be moving around!" You didn't dare turn around. Already flustered by the man behind you, you didn't want to add teasing. 

"Why not? I already made it this far in this state," he waits for your response but he got you stumped. He laughs softly before ghosting his lips over your neck, "Now, how is my nurse going to treat me today?"

You were trembling, and he hadn't even touched you. You knew he wanted to fuck you, but you still want to keep your job professional. "Well I, um…" your grip on the aid kit grew tighter, as your eyes wandered at your hands. You peer up to look at the mirror, accidentally catching Tartaglia’s eyes with your own, causing a small yelp from you.

"Well?" He pressed himself closer to you. You could smell his sweat and feel his boner on your ass. "If you don't know how to treat me, can I offer a suggestion?"

"O-of course!" Your knees squeezed together, feeling the anticipation building up and your slit begin to water up.

"Can you give me a kiss?"

Your eyes widen, "uh, I. Will that really help you?"

"Of course it will," his hand traveled to your hip, slightly pulling your body towards him. Your back fully presses on his chest, he towers over you, lips ghosting your own. "Well, I'm waiting," he mutters on your lips.

You couldn't take it anymore, your heart raced against your sternum and your legs quivering. You closed the gap between you two, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. You thought about deepening the kiss but decided against it, pulling your lips away from him. "Did that help?" You catch his lidded eyes.

"A little bit, but I need more," he grabs your chin, crashing your lips together. His quick movements forced a gasp out of you into his mouth. Tartaglia took that as an opportunity to force his tongue in. Your brain was so foggy you didn't notice his hand resting over the top of your pussy. "May I?" He put a little bit of pressure on your sex.

"I. I don't know… I should stop, but it-"

"Feels so good right? You're grinding your clit on my hand." 

You look down and, "Oh archons," you didn't realize you were that needy. "Sir Tartaglia! I'm so sorry!"

"Heheh, it's ok. Let me take care of that for you."

"Ok, sir," you felt his hand wander under your shorts to your crotch. His fingertips brush against your clit, which earned him a soft moan from you. He played with the bud before sinking a finger into your heat. "Aah~!"

"You're clenching around me like crazy, ha." He locked his lips with yours, muffling your whines and sighs, before sinking another finger in.

Your hole fluttered around his fingers, and slick dripped between your legs on the floor. You felt like you were on cloud 9. "Sir, I'm going to-" you gasp as his fingers pull out.

Childe hushed your whines with soft kisses as he pulled your shorts off. "Be good for me," he whispered into your ear before kissing your neck. Before you knew it, he was pulling his cock up, lining it against your slit. "Call me sir more," he whispered before pushing his cock into you.

"AAGH, so deep~!" You moaned as his dick plunged deeper and deeper. 

"Fuckk, I needed this so much," he rested his head on your shoulder, sighing heavily. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You tried desperately not to cum so soon, but with the way, his finger is so close to your clit, and his tip pressing against your g-spot, it would be easy for him to pull one of you now. "Can I move now?" He looks at your shaking figure through the mirror. "Hey come on," he pats your cheek, slightly pulling you out of bliss, "I need you awake, sweetie."

"Hanmmh, too much, stay a little bit," you held onto his hand to ground yourself.

"Good girl," he kissed up and down your neck, "knowing her limits. Knowing when to submit to me. Knowing how to treat her patients. Good girl." His hands slowly moved to your ass, groping and kneading them.

"I think, I think you can move now…"

"Alright," he pressed his hips into your fat, before setting a slow rhythm. "Now then," he guided your face to stare at you two through the mirror, "keep your eyes on me, cutie."

"Mhm."

His cock slid and rubbed all the right places, earning a mewl from you every time he grinded his hips on your clit. His praises flooded your ears making you go dumb from his words alone. Your moans bounced off the bathroom tiles, as he pounded your pussy. "You like that? You like how I fuck your tight little pussy? You like how I fill you up completely, how you can barely say a word? Yeaaah you do, don't you."

Soon enough your body was forced down while being arched. It felt like Tartaglia wanted to break you, and you were loving every bit of it. "Cum~ Cum,cum,cumcumcum~!" Your voice reached higher and higher, as you felt the knot inside slowly untangled.

Childe's cock was squished between your walls, your natural lube was covering his crotch, and he could feel himself getting close. "Tsk, you feel so good," his hands wrapped around your throat, arching your back so he could see your fucked-face while fucking you.

"C-chilDe~! CoMIngg~!!" Your body rocked up and down on the counter underneath your clit. Your pussy gushes around the ginger's cock, as your vision turns white.

"Good girl~! Yes, just keep squeezing me like that, and I'll fill you up real good." Childe leaned down and kissed your lips, making out with you passionately. By now your body was jello in Childe’s arms, you let him use him however he pleased. Childe’s grunts got louder, and his thrust got rougher until he was pumping in his pre-cum then his cum inside of you. He reached down rubbing your clit so you can tighten around him, which worked deliciously. Tartaglia’s kisses fluttered around your back and neck.

"You were such a good girl for me, you have to be my favorite nurse now~. Such a cutie too." He pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it. "I want to keep you around. You don't mind exploring the world right?"

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #childe smut #childe x reader #childe x fem!reader #tartaglia x reader #cw smut

[trippygalaxy]

Nicknames for you! Pt 1

(This is inspired by @railroad-migraine -sorry for the tag!- and their nickname headcanons for Critical Role! Highly recommend checking them out!)

Includes: Time, FD, Warriors

Pt 2  -  Pt 3

Time

Hon

Actually is the most commonly used pet name between you two. Using it without a second thought, it feels likes second nature the longer you two are together. At the beginning Time called you Honey, but the word slowly got shortened throughout the years. You’re unsure if stemmed from laziness or just because he liked the sound of Hon better. He won’t tell you.

Darling

Whispered in those quiet loving moments with few words exchanged. He hugs you from behind, arms wrapped around your waist, swaying together in the moonlight that shines through the window.

Cupping your face with the softest of touches, while looking at you with eyes so full of admiration and love you feel as though you might burst. You truly feel so loved when he mutters the word, like he’s uttering a pray only you could hear.

Snookums

He heard an elderly couple use it once and it got stuck in his mind like glue. Whenever he’s in a more teasing or playful mood he greatly enjoys calling you all sorts of odd and endearing nicknames, finding your reactings oh so amusing. But snookums takes the cake for his (and your) favourite.

LOVES saying it when the boys are around. He acts so lovely dovey when he uses the name, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him standing, knowing how flustered you get .Those closest to hear the forsaken name let out a choruses of groans from second hand embarrassment and attempt to flee the ooey gooey scene infront of them.

Fierce Deity

My Heart

For many many years, he thought that his “heart” was nothing more the a whole in his chest. It’s been broken oh so many times that there was nothing to “put back together”, that it was simply dust and ashes that scattered in the wind.

Though he soon realize that he was wrong. When you came into his life(?), you brought a heart so full that you shared it with him. You filled that hole he’d been missing for so long, you became his heart. His reason to keep going. His reason to be better.

Dearest 

You easily became the most valued and precious thing the great deity ever found. No amount of gems or offering could ever equant to a single hair on your head. 

His voice rumbles ever so slight as the word rolls off his tongue, looming over you with pupil-less eyes staring you down. Any other would be petrified by the haunting sight of the ancient being, but you? You couldn’t feel more at home.

Beloved

Ever the gentlemen, the god loved nothing more than his Beloved and wanted them to know just how dear they are to him. He quite enjoys seeing them flush under his gaze and tender words, he wants them to know that their very existence gives him so much joy.

Warriors

Gorgeous/Handsome

This man thinks you’re the most stunning being that ever graced the lands of Hyrule and he is more than happy to shout that FACT from the rooftops. (no im not kidding, he will if you don’t stop him). Mostly though, he calls you that whenever he notices you’re feeling down. Hoping to turn that frown upside down.

He understands how some can be insecure about their appearance and if you happen to have to be so, then get ready for the most outlandish and poetic speech of your life. Warriors would rather fight five lynels with a wooden sword and shield than let you feel or think lesser of yourself

Babe

Most common and causal name he’ll use. Yet he most you’ll hear him say it is when he’s jealous and wants to show that you’re together.

 He knows that you are more than capable to handle yourself, especially when it came to dealing with weirdos. Yet sometimes he can’t help the jealousy the bubbles in his stomach, so what does he do? Well he -of course- saunters over to where ever you may be, wraps his arm tightly around your shoulder, brings you closer to him and farer from the creep, kisses your cheek and greets you with a dashing smile and a sickly sweet voice as he states the nickname. All the while, glaring down the weirdo.

Sweetheart

A greeting in a way. Whenever you two are away from one another for however long, he always greets you the same way. A loving smile and open arms, calling out to you and becoming a beacon for you to follow. The name hangs in the air as you two collide, stumbling back as you wrap your arms around him. 

(Apologizes for any typos or miss spellings!)

#linked universe #lu #linked universe headcanons #linked universe x reader #linked universe time #lu time #linked universe warriors #lu warriors #fierce diety link #lu fierce deity #reader insert #tales out of orbit

[bewitchedleague]

When someone asks when's the marriage with Bloodhound, Crypto, Octane and Revenant.

a/n; a simple, yet cute concept as the legends ponder about the question.

Bloodhound

    It didn't surprise Bloodhound when they were eventually the subject of their taunting because teasing wasn't uncommon among the legends, especially from Fuse or Loba when it came to tease others about their love partners. They didn't mind because neither legend ever said anything inappropriate and kept it in check, but when the question was so casually posed to them, they became paralyzed. Marriage? It wasn't unfamiliar to Bloodhound; they had occasionally expressed an interest in asking for your hand in marriage but had never given the matter any thought—at least not before tonight. They would dismiss both legends with a single statement and a laugh coming through their voice changer, saying that they needed some quiet time to reflect. Although they didn't have a certain date in mind for their wedding, they would frequently daydream about the specifics and how to make it ideal for the two of you. Only their thoughts would cause them to feel the heat quickly rise to their cheeks as they struggled to control the giddy sensation they were experiencing.

“Marriage?... Perhaps one day, do not worry. I’ll invite both of you.”

Crypto 

    Lifeline asked him what would have been the most absurd question possible while he was droning. She would be able to see the flatter of the drone's movement if she was looking at it, which would demonstrate how surprised and flustered Crypto was by her question. He would look at her with a flush on his cheeks, ashamed at how easily he could lose his cool over something as basic as a question. He would nearly mumble an answer before lowering his voice and turning away from a bewildered Lifeline.Even though he appeared calm on the inside, Crypto had an undeniable soft spot for you that everyone knew about just by looking at his flushed face when you were around. As a result, the man would grow impatient throughout the rest of the match because his mind wouldn't stop overanalyzing the question. That's presumably what prompted Lifeline to ask him; did she anticipate him proposing to you? Did she want to go to the wedding? You didn't even want to marry him, did you? He couldn't get his thoughts to stop racing, and he returned home with a simple straight forward question.

"Will you marry me? No, not right now! I was wondering... maybe in the future."

Octane

    Octane would think about marrying you on a daily basis. Everything he could have ever imagined was there, including his entire family, your family, and this enormous, extravagant, magnificent wedding with innumerable decorations, food, and friends. When he thought about it, he could feel adrenaline rushing right through his veins; he needed to run or do something else to burn off the energy the thought had given him. He would run off without responding, leaving the person who asked him staring at him in confusion. He would give you a huge bear hug the moment he saw you and then be overly attached to you for the rest of the day. Would go on and on describing what had occurred, who had asked the question, when it had been asked, where it had been asked, and every single aspect of his day before the question. After that, he would go on about the wedding preparations he had already made in his head and seek your advice on what to wear and the style of the wedding  you should have. Praying inside that you would say an extravagant wedding.

“Mi amor, mira! Can you imagine? Me, you and all our children - ... I know we don’t have children yet but just imagine!”

Revenant

    A silent, menacing stare was directed towards the questioner. Even Revenant was taken aback by the bravery and audacity with which someone dared to ask him that. His responses would be a scoff as he simply turned around and walked away without saying a thing. Revenant wanted to get married when he was still a human, but after becoming a simulacrum, he was nearly nothing like the person he once was. He had believed that there was little hope of achieving the human life he had always wanted. He pondered about wedding rings and becoming legally yours after this incident—not that he didn’t consider himself already yours.For the rest of the day, Revenant would keep staring at you, leaving you to wonder what was wrong with your less-than-loving lover since when you inquired, he would just turn away and act as though you had just offended him. Can't force himself to ask you because he is so terrified of receiving rejection from you. It would break his heart to learn that you didn't see him as a lifelong companion. At the end of the day, just blurts it out quickly while sounding hostile, but only because he has been thinking about it constantly.

“Would you marry something like me?”

Do not copy or translate my works.

#apex legends x reader #apex legends fanfic #revenant x reader #bloodhound x reader #crypto x reader #octane x reader

[bowieandqueen11]

I Missed You / Diego Hargreeves Imagine

Request: I know in your dating 60s!diego hargreeves hcs you briefly mentioned his and readers reunion, and cuddling in elliot’s apartment, so i was just wondering if you’d expand on that whole thing because man, he’d be lost for words 😩. im down bad for needy diego 😌

My LOVE honestly this is THE mood first I get DILF Diego and now needy Diego??? My heart cannot handle it!!

Warning: NSFW, light swearing, and mentions of the asylum/drugs!

(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @cardigan-ns.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

The late night drive felt never-ending, the car wheel stiff against your clenched hands, and Diego was crying.

Well, trying his best not to, you suppose. The effort just didn’t seem as successful as he was imagining it to be in his head. He could turn the back of his shaggy head to you and gaze out through the windows and into the blurring lamplights all he liked, but he couldn’t stop the way his shoulders were doing their best to heave and give his emotions away. The way you could spot how his bottom lip blubbered in the fractured image of his reflection. How, every so often, he would raise the back of his hand to wipe against his nose and block out the stifling sound of sniffling.

Despite how wracked he sounded, you knew he was just a mixture of euphoric and terrified. He was simultaneously over the moon that the love of his life had magically appeared in front of him with his tiny ass brother, but also still grieving over the fact that this was probably just another hallucination. ‘Stupid D-Diego’, he thinks, ‘being so easily tricked by this. By them. As if Y/n would ever come back for your stupid ass.’ Just another phantom dream, as so many before them. Soon he’d wake up, and find his arms tied around his sides again and his head battering around the padded rooms of his purgatory.

Although he tries to stop it, he can’t help but let out a pathetic sounding sob then. It catches in the back of his throat, making him sound even more like someone whose soul had been torn into two and patched back together with solely a despaired kind of hope. He frowns, tightening his arms around his sides and banging his head against the passenger side window. He prays that you haven’t heard him as he glances at the diners that whir by and the dry asphalt streets that blur into one long stretch of angry blackness against his blurred eyes, even if this was a dream. He wants to be strong for you, no matter if you’re real or a cruel mirage brought on by the drugs.

It’s a good thing you can read him so well. ‘Di-Di, it’s... it’s alright. We’re not at the asylum anymore, they can’t hurt you. I promise, I swear to god I’ll never let them touch you again. Plus, even better, Five has buggered off again to who knows where so we can finally focus on each other rather than the end of the world for five damn minutes-’ You’re stopped only by your feet automatically slamming down on the brakes in retaliation to Diego’s hand clamping down on top of yours on the wheel.

It takes you a moment to fully process that you’ve come to a stop, before you take a deep breath and glance over at the man sitting hunched over beside you. For the first time that night you really see him, and he looks horrendous. His face has paled, and the tired lines under his eyes seemed to have creased in so he looks like a tired child - frail and broken and dejected, crying out for just one fond and loving word. He’s twisted in his seat so he’s facing you again, the stolen shirt hugging his torso as he stares at you so intensely it nearly leaves you flustered. 

Not knowing what to do, you drum your fingers against the dashboard and wait to see if he wants to speak. You take a few side glances at him as he just leans closer and closer towards you, his pupils becoming wider and wider. It was a puzzling sight: Diego inching towards you like a hunter closing in on his prey, until you could feel his ribcage hit your elbow, but his eyes- his eyes were giving him away. Engrossed, they seemed to grow with profound awe that blurred into tears, so overcome by the knowledge that the angel who had command of his heart was sitting beside him.

He must have seen the confusion on your face as his eyes roamed over every aspect of your body. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sharp intake of breath. Bless him, he looked so helpless as he leant forward to rest his forehead so tenderly against your own. His hands came up to cup your cheek, his large thumbs wiping over your skin as if you were the one crying instead of him. When he finally pulled back slightly, you could fully take in just how many tears were slipping out of the corners of his eyes and cascading down to hit the edges of his trembling smile.

‘I-. I m-m-missed y-you. Wh-where w-were you?’

‘I’m sorry I took so long. Dallas is a surprisingly big place, and it doesn’t help when you get arrested straight away. Although, I shouldn’t really be surprised you’d do something stupid when I’m talking to the man who was convinced by Klaus that cookies became poisonous as soon as you turn eight just because he wanted to eat all of them’, you reply with a sad grin, trying to affirm the breaking man in front of you by reaching out and resting your hands over his slender and trembling fingers. He snorts, but his smile grows all the brighter as you rub up and down the back of his palm, making sure to gently squeeze his wrists every time you pass them. ‘At least we have all the time in the world now to become reacquainted with each other.’ He rolls his eyes, but even you can pick up the way his thighs shuffle in his seat and his heart seems to choke him. ‘By the way... I like the beard. Looks very suave, which is one thing you are not.’

‘H-hey! I’m plenty s-s-so, sophis-ticated.’ 

‘Diego, you spend half your life running around in faux leather and running down alleyways like a bargain batman. You’re a big idiot, is what you are.’

That earns a laugh as he lets go of one of your hands to reach up and try to swipe away the rest of his tears. You don’t let him do it alone, instead using your own thumb to gingerly wipe under his eyes.

‘How about you and me go back home, huh? I know I said we had forever, but your weird ass little brother actually said something about your family bringing around another apocalypse. He had just downed ten cups of coffee though, which honestly was really impressive to watch but it also meant he was vibrating on the spot when he grabbed my collar and pulled me down to his face to spit that at me so I don’t even know.’

‘You sure you still want to marry into this family? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to run the other direction’, Diego snuffles. You only push him back down onto his seat with a thump, reaching round his torso and making him put his seat belt back on. 

‘Diego, I’ve known you and your dumbass siblings since I was five years old, you already are my family. Plus, you know, you’ve stranded me in 1960′s Dallas so I’m stuck with your ass until you get me back.’ You start the car back up again, trying to figure out in your head your way back to Elliott’s place without Five being here to shout directions at you.

‘That’s my sexy pumpkin pie.’ You use your right hand to thwack his chest as he finally bursts out in the first real fit of laughter he’s had in months.

‘Ugh, do not start calling me that again, mama’s boy.’

~

Poor Luther.

All he could do was raise his eyebrows at Elliott and smile apologetically as yet another pair of pants smacked against the blurred glass of his bedroom window. ‘This is a lovely cup of tea’, he manages to fumble out as he takes a nervous sip. Elliot’s too shocked to even reply, just leaning back on his chair and staring at the window with his mouth agape.

‘Is your family... all... like this?’, he finally manages to blurt out, raising a finger to point in you and Diego’s general direction. ‘I mean, I met the one with the robot mother... and he was just as-’. His words are overshadowed by the sound of pealing giggles reverberating through the upper balcony, and the sound of his bed creaking under the weight of the two of you rolling over. ‘As frantic’, he finally manages to finish with a hard swallow.

‘Oh, those two?’, Luther starts with a shrug as he sets down his cup and saucer onto the living room table. ‘Those two are probably the most hectic out of all of us!’ His smile seems to portray a sense of pride in the two of you, but it quickly falls into a regretful tight lipped grimace as he watches how horrified Elliott becomes. He looks like he’s about to pass out as he stands up, holding his hand out in front of him as if he’s about to ask something important, but instead he just lets his eyes fall wide as he mumbles out. ‘I’m going to go buy some more jelly.’

‘Good idea, my friend!’, Luther stands up to slap him on the back. ‘If I’m being honest, I think I’d rather go with you if that’s alright. This could go on for a while.’

The sound of their receding footsteps down the slightly twisted staircase is overpowered only by the grunts of Diego as you roll over to straddle him. Your knees draw against his hip to hold him in place, and you can feel how much his body is burning against your skin as you reach up to hold his wrists above his head. Even though you’ve only been here for ten minutes he looks wrecked in the silent moonlight that pours through the sole window: his hair dishevelled like a brandy plumage, his lips red and swollen, and yet it didn’t stop him from trying to escape your grasp and reach up to try and reach your lips yet again. He pants as you push him back down, the engulfing silence of the night making the pounding of his heart all the more evident.

He whines as you lean down until your chest has covered his bare own and he feels your chin slide over his. He squirms under your body, a futile effort to gain some traction and quench the feeling of burning that alights the pit of his stomach with need. You bite down and tug his bottom lip when you see how his eyes have squeezed shut into a painful patience, earning you a gasp into your mouth and a growl that seems to grow from deep within his throat.

‘Did I tell you how much I missed you’, he pants as he finally manages to throw his thigh between yours and flip you down onto the mattress. He crawls over you, running his hands over every inch of skin on his way up: along your calves, biting them teasingly as he goes, skirting his fingertips along the edges of your thighs, splaying his fingers along your hips and squeezing before resting against your sides. 

‘I think you might have’, you manage to warble out against the feeling of Diego’s tongue swiping against the seam of your lips. His legs drive against your own with the force of how he kisses you, pushing you further against the duvet and trapping you against the expanse of his chest. It’s exhilarating and rushed, but full of all the passion and love and want that has been stored up within Diego’s soul since you were cruelly torn from him. 

He breaks away to nuzzle your neck with delicate kisses, so faint and heartfelt they seemed like whispered promises being etched into your skin. His beard though tickled your neck and broke the silence as you began to laugh, and you could feel his warm breath puff out against your shoulder blade in return. He pulls back to gaze down at you, all the adoration in the world bursting out of this whiskey, puppy dog eyes.

‘And did you know that I love you more than anything?’

‘Yeah’, you reach up to play with the curls of hair that lie against the nape of his neck. He closes his eyes in bliss and grunts as he’s enveloped by the brackets of your arms, before he collapses down on top of you to lie with his head under your chin. ‘I think I managed to get that idea.’

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for this weeks prompt! some impulse x grian (i am sorry i started writing and couldn’t stop)

Grian loved being a graphics teacher. He loved seeing all of his students excited faces and seeing how eager they were to learn when being taught something creative. Even those that didn’t really want to go into graphics enjoyed the freedom Grian gave them and that he allowed students to catch up on work in other classes if they weren’t planning to take graphics in the future.

What Grian didn’t like were other teachers. Sure, most were nice enough but very few enjoyed teaching as much as him. So, he stayed within his department mostly. Scar and Pearl were always just as passionate about their lessons as he was.

But sometimes, neither of them are in (that’s the issue with them both living together.) So, Grian usually has to pray the replacement teachers are able to keep the classes in check, as well as running around between all three classes that day.

He is just setting up in his classroom when a pair of men walks in, both a fair bit taller than him. The first one he locks eyes on is, “Mumbo!”

“Hi Grian! Impulse and I are gonna be taking over Scar and Pearl’s classes today.”

Grian turned to look at the other, larger man and felt his face heat up. “Oh… hiiii Impulse.”

“Sup dude! Yeah, I mean, our classes are all on field trips today with the other science staff plus we both have some kind of graphics knowledge from college so we figured we’d be most helpful. Is that ok?”

“Ofcourse it is.” Grian tried not to melt into a puddle. Sure, he didn’t interact with many non art teachers but the one of the ones he did see a lot out of work was Impulse. He was friends with Pearl (and Grian’s best friend Mumbo) so he was often with them for drinks or shopping days and well… Maybe Grian had developed a little crush on the man. Nothing major, just that he was a nice sight. With a kind voice and an amazing beard and being only a little taller than Grian, he just thought he was quite attractive, especially when he would go on little tangents about engineering and science.

The three of them sat around Grian’s desk as he began explaining what the classes had been up to and the lesson plans for the day. “Hm… you know what, my first class is one for older students and Scar and Pearl don’t share it… Maybe you two could stay here and get used to things and help out some students if you’re able to?”

“That’s an amazing idea, Grian!”

To say Grian went weak under Impulse’s praise would be an understatement. However, he had a class to teach.

Watching Grian teach felt like a privilege to Impulse. Grian, who in his mind was quiet and easily flustered and who maybe didn’t like Impulse all too much, was so confident when he taught. His class were like a well oiled machine and seemed just as hooked on Grian’s every word as Impulse felt.

As the class began to work, Grian immediately began making his way around the classroom, giving some students who were already struggling help and having lively conversations with others. Impulse began observing some of the students’ work, complimenting them all until he heard Grian’s voice. “Impulse, come over here, I need to show you something!”

Like a lapdog, Impulse immediately made his way over to Grian, “Yeah, G?”

“Look at this student’s work. Isn’t it incredible?” Grian began to show Impulse some of this student’s work, including some graphics he’d made for each school department.

“Wow, these are amazing and really inspired. I love the bright colours you use as well. Welldone.” Impulse could see the student’s eyes light up, as well as Grian’s

The day ran smoothly, most of the lessons were well behaved, especially with Grian poking his head in to check. At the end of the day, Impulse came into Grian’s classroom. “Hey, G… uh I was wondering if you still rode your bike?”

“Huh… oh yes I do.” Grian was busy packing away some work to mark, ending up with two full bags and his arms totally full as well. “I was gonna get the bus today though.”

“Why don’t I drive you? I uh I have a van so you can easily put your bike in and it would avoid and student work getting damaged… plus the forecast says it’s gonna rain.”

“Really? Thank you so much.”

Impulse took the sheets of work from Grian’s hands to help him out and the pair walked out to the car park. Impulse put Grian’s bags and papers into a large plastic box just to avoid them receiving any extra damage while the other got his bike from the shed.

“You play the drums?”

“Yeah, some of the engineering and science department people get together and play… it’s just for fun but it’s really fun.”

“Well, I’d love to hear it some time… Uh, sorry, let me just..” Grian hoisted his bike inside and rested it on the floor beside its lock.

The pair got in their seats and Impulse began to drive, some random music playing from the radio. Grian rested his head against the window, watching as the rain began.

“Hey G, um… do you not like me?”

“Huh?” Grian turned to Impulse, looking horrified. “No! Not at all.”

“Oh… it’s just that you always seem uh not very talkative around me and you always avoid me when we hang out in groups… do you not like me hanging out with you?”

“No I- Oh gosh, this is embarrassing…” Grian sighed and stared straight ahead at the road. “I might have a bit of a crush on you.”

“Oh… that’s cool.”

The pair then burst into laughter.

“Cool!? Impulse who responds to someone having a crush on them with cool?”

“I don’t know! I thought you were too cool to like me!”

“Oh my gosh…”

The pair calmed down now, the air in the van a lot more relaxed. As they pulled up outside of Grian’s, Impulse cleared his throat.

“Would you like to go out for drinks soon? Just the two of us…”

“Like a date?” Grian asked hopefully.

“Yeah, uh if you want.”

“I’d love to.”

Grian's students totally don't notice Impulse hanging around the art department more often nowadays. And no, he totally doesn't bring Grian a snack, and Grian totally doesn't find flowers on his desk.

Mumbo, Scar and Pearl also love taking responsibility for getting the couple together, despite contributing absolutely nothing. It's their right!

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #impulse tag #mumbo tag #scar tag #pearl tag #gripulse #mod 🎀 #weekly theme: teacher au