#snooze love clip

[magdalenas]

#i love nozomi’s videos i just can’t get over this clip i was like oooh let me snooze now i’m cracking tf up 😭 #ty cake the elephant for my fresh makeup and sleep 😴💗

[astonmartinii]

cutie patooties | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem leclerc!reader

just them terrorising the world with their cuteness (and collecting the younger drivers)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | SMALL BUSINESS

yourusername

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yourusername: he loves redline more than me 🙄

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user1: obsessed with how she's like "oh you wanna ship max with my brother" and then takes lestappen out back and shoots them

user2: as she should, she's the cutest leclerc by far

yourusername: true 😙

maxverstappen1: double true 😘

charles_leclerc: die.

yourusername: erm consider your ass REPORTED THIS IS HARASSMENT

maxverstappen1: did you just threaten my girlfriend ????

charles_leclerc: and what?

maxverstappen1: pull up, i'm outside

charles_leclerc: ???? leave ????

maxverstappen1: no i'm deadass don't disrespect my gf 😤😤😤

charles_leclerc: it's my SISTER

yourusername: when he's protective 😛😛😛

user3: screaming, crying, throwing up over the keychain

user4: i need someone *cough, cough* them to recreate it 🥸

landonorris: YOU WENT TO THE LEGO STORE WITHOUT ME? YOUR FAVOURITE CHILD?

yourusername: watch your tone

maxverstappen1: god forbid i want to spend time with my GIRLFRIEND on a DATE

landonorris: that's not a valid excuse

yourusername: also bold of you to assume you're our favourite child when oscar, yuki and logan are right there

oscarpiastri: snooze you lose lando

yukitsunoda0511: suck on that lando

logansargent: i'm just happy to be included

landonorris: damn...

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: spent the weekend bothering my girlfriend's brother, what about you?

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user9: the way charles put his ferrari cap on y/n only for max to throw it into the crowd and put his own on her head instead

user10: those who know max's attachment to his caps, this is big.

yourusername: winning looks so sexy oh my

maxverstappen1: blushing like a motherfucker

yourusername: skip the debrief? they won't notice?

maxverstappen1: i think they might notice the driver of the race they're analysing not being there

yourusername: show them the pic i just sent you, they can't say no to my puppy dog eyes

maxverstappen1: helmut said fuck off 💔

yourusername: tell him i have a present for him (it's a pack of salt and vinegar crisps and a pamphlet for caskets)

user11: @yourusername winning IS sexy, tell your bf to tell charles win

yourusername: if charles wins it's suddenly decidedly unsexy, this isn't game of thrones babe

charles_leclerc: you ARE annoying that's right

maxverstappen1: annoyingly sexy

charles_leclerc: no comment, we're going to be family at some point soon

maxverstappen1: DAMN RIGHT WE ARE

yourusername: if you think we're annoying now, oh boy.

user12: i need max and y/n to be engaged right this fucking moment

user13: i think it would actually make my year

user14: after the championship win queen @maxverstappen1 ?

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yourusername: @ the person who asked how much max weighs... god will deal with you

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user15: i'm obsessed with how obsessed they are with each other

user16: is max's wardrobe all red bull merch and t-shirts dedicated to y/n?

maxverstappen1: yes 😌

danielricciardo: i saw the clip... the time stamp was 3am - we RACE TODAY?

yourusername: i am happy to support my man's hobby

danielricciardo: yes but you also don't have to race with that man on three hours of sleep

yourusername: be real daniel, the only time you'll be close to max is when he laps you xxx

danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME??? MAX YOU GONNA LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND TALK TO YOUR FIRST LOVE LIKE THAT?

maxverstappen1: bold of you to assume you were my first love

danielricciardo: did on the couch mean nothing to you?

maxverstappen1: soz buddy this is a childhood friends to lovers narrative right now (and we were already together by the time i was at red bull)

charles_leclerc: WHAT?

yourusername: spare me the dramatics, you guys were deep in the ANGST and then austria happened so really it's your own fault that it took as long as it did

user17: one comment section where the girls aren't fighting? impossible.

oscarpiastri: omg the shirts look so good y/n !!

yourusername: we're ✨graphic designers✨

maxverstappen1: does having a dashingly handsome model help

yourusername: of course !!!!!

oscarpiastri: i'm not going to answer that question

maxverstappen1: :(

oscarpiastri: on another thought - yes!

yourusername: @landonorris this is why he's one of the favourites

landonorris: i'm not talking to yall

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maxverstappen1: weekend off racing means shenanigans and late night streaming

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user20: i know whatever poor soul went for dinner with them hated every second

yukitsunoda0511: working on being the favourite of the favourite children 🫡 and they paid for my meal at a really cool italian restaurant

oscarpiastri: game on

yourusername: so who is the lady and who is the tramp?

danielricciardo: THAT'S A TRICK QUESTION MAX DON'T ANSWER IT

maxverstappen1: you're not a lady... you're a queen 😘

yourusername: did you just fail the test, successfully?

danielricciardo: you smooth motherfucker

yourusername: stole your red bull drive and your nickname @carlossainz55

carlossainz55: why am i catching strays?

yourusername: bored ❤️

user21: y/n really be like "oh the season's boring cause my bf wins everything? let me make it interesting by shading every driver on the grid"

maxverstappen1: do NOT give her a challenge

charles_leclerc: can you PLEASE stop taking such lovey dovey gross ass photos maman keeps getting them printed and I AM GETTING MOVED OFF OF THE MANTEL PIECE I AM ON THE BOOKSHELF, THIS FACE IS A MANTEL PIECE FACE NOT A BOOKSHELF FACE

yourusername: not reading all of that, i'm happy for you or sad that happened x

charles_leclerc: MAX DO SOMETHNG

maxverstappen1: step your pussy up bro

yourusername: when he catches your lingo >>

charles_leclerc: i am a VICTIM

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yourusername: invented babygirlism actually

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user22: y/n is so real for choosing a cute recent photo for herself and then just violating the guys

user23: she's funny as fuck for that

charles_leclerc: finally some fucking credit

yourusername: not everything can be about you all of the time 🤨

charles_leclerc: don't make me an ankle-biter again you're PUSHING ME

sebastianvettel: knew you were an ankle biter

yourusername: LOL

charles_leclerc: no seb no! i didn't bite ankles, just y/n's and that doesn't count

user24: what the fuck is going on here

maxverstappen1: you are the most babygirl to ever babygirl

danielricciardo: i think i had a stroke reading that

yourusername: awwwww you're so cute maxy

maxverstappen1: knew you were the one for me when we first met karting, you taught me the babygirl ways

yourusername: and you're delivering

oscarpiastri: you guys can't see but he's blushing so bad right now

landonorris: are you just attached to them

yourusername: yes he is, a babygirl in training

user25: how do i get adopted by y/n and max?

maxverstappen1: no but for real i love you, even if we are lumbered with your brother

yourusername: i love you too xxx

charles_leclerc: *brothers

maxverstappen1: nope arthur and lorenzo are sound

charles_leclerc: fUCK OFF :(((((((

FIN.

note: heyyyyyy you guysssss! we all know i have a soft spot for these two (plus oscar and alex) so i wanted to put out a little thing to celebrate 5k! thank you so much for following and reading my work, hope you enjoyed xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen #max verstappen fluff

[ohdeerfully]

hiii! this is my first request on tumblr but i jus love alastor sm and there is NOT enough fics for me out there. so im asking u❤️

what abt alastor being jealous of someone else in the hotel? for example: angel dust, he puts on music and you two are dancing with eachother happily not noticing the red eyed demon with a tight grin. 🥰

Hii! Honestly after writing this I realized I didn't follow the prompt exactly, less jealousy and more Alastor being overprotective. Oh well! Hope you like it anyway :D!

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alastor x reader (fluff? alastor is just overprotective) part i TW: Cursing/Angel existing if you want tagged in the next part, lmk! join my discord! ═══ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ═══

Your fingers dragged down the skin around your eyes as you let out a long sight, sitting at Husk’s bar with shoulders propped on the cold counter. What a day it had been, running around in the typical chaos of the hotel as Charlie tried to get some group bonding activities finished. It was getting late, and you just finally had a moment of peace.

“‘Ey, toots!” The chipper voice broke your peace and you couldn’t help it when another audible sigh escaped you. The culprit of the broken science paid no mind.

Turning your head, you narrowed your eyes and made eye contact with the lanky pink spider. You were a little salty at him in particular, being one of the main catalysts to the everyday insanity. He had an easy grin played upon his lips as he stared back down at you with his multicolored eyes, one pair of arms on his hips that jutted out a little too unnaturally in a mischievous pose. His golden tooth glinted under his light grin with a similar air of “hey I’m up to no good right now.”

“You look fuckin’ tired!” He barked a laugh, dramatically squeezing his eyes shut in a theatrical show of laughing in your face. It really wasn’t that funny, and you couldn’t stop the frown that touched your lips as you watched him. He took pride in being the way he was. Annoying.

“No thanks to you, Angel,” You clipped back. You turned your head to watch Husk, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He had become an expert in ignoring the spider demon’s presence, which was how he managed to stay sane with said demon’s constant flirting and sexual nature.

“Anyway,” He waves away your targeted words with a wave of his hands as his eyes roll up. “I was thinkin’ we get outta here for the night? Me and Cherri were gonna have a “girl’s night.”” You briefly thought about the humor in Angel admitting to being ‘one of the girls,’ but pushed the thought away to consider his invitation. “It wouldn’t hurt ta get some fresh air. This place is real stuffy sometimes, and a huge snooze fest,” he persuaded. He rested his face on one pair of hands, fingers laced under his chin, as he leaned against the bartop in anticipation for your answer.

You purse your lips in thought. It wouldn’t hurt, right? You didn’t go out clubbing a lot, and with Angel and Cherri with you surely nothing wrong would happen. They looked out for their friends, and you would (maybe regretfully) consider yourself Angel’s friend. You glanced at Husk for a moment, as if looking for advice, but his eyes remained close and his lips had an annoyed curl. Maybe you should get out of his hair.

“Okay, okay,” You grinned, a little sheepishly. While you couldn’t really consider ‘fresh air’ to be a feature of Hell, you agreed that you needed to just Get Out of this place. Running errands for Charlie got mundane, even with all the strange characters that cycled through the place. One tends to get used to the chaos.

Angel stretched his arms up in a cheer, which earned a one-eyed, aggravated look from Husk. He uttered something under his breath before grabbing a bottle and walking to the other corner.

“Alright, sweet lips,” Angel cooed at you. “Let's get you dressed! You got anything decent up in your closet?”

Your hand found its way to the back of your neck as you answered sheepishly, “Eh, not really… At least, not for a night out. I don’t really do much outside of the Hotel.” Angel frowned at the response, tapping his chin in thought.

“Lemme take a look,” With a swipe of his arm, your hand was suddenly being held as he dragged you up the steps toward the floor of your room.

Walking down at the same time, you briskly passed by Alastor, who had his eyes closed and a hum in his mouth. His blazing red eyes peered open as you and Angel rushed past him, a quizzical furrow in his brow seeing the connection between your hands. You shot him a shy grin and craned your head back to shout a quick ‘I’ll explain in a minute,’ before you disappeared around the bend of the stairs.

You didn’t miss the dark gleam in his eyes.

Angel, in an attempt to dramatically burst through your door, slammed full body into the entrance. “Ah- the hell?” He cried, roughly jiggling the handle.

“I keep it locked,” you snickered at him and the disheveled look in his usually preened hair. You saw him take his hands to brush it out as you fiddled with the lock, an annoyed mutter of words escaping his lips. The second the door clicked, Angel shoved past you and reattempted his dramatic burst through the entrance with a bit more luck this time around.

He went straight for your closer, rummaging through this and that. What a breach of privacy, this guy is, you thought with a strained smile as you stepped up next to him to try to guide him through your very Ordinary and Plain clothes.

You felt a prickling sensation on your skin, and you swear you heard a frequency of low static, but when you whipped your head around nothing stood there. Did that shadow just move?

Shaking your head, you looked at the piece Angel held proudly in his hands, one pair of arms gripping the top and the second pair pulling the bottom out to really get a full inspection.

It was incredibly simple, but still a bit more revealing than anything you were used to wearing. A deep red top, so cropped it may as well be a sporty bra, with a couple eye-catching accents of rhinestones. Connected with thin straps was a similarly tight pair of booty shorts. Your face flushed at the thought of wearing this. It was practically lingerie.

“Isn’t it a bit, uh, tacky?” You tried in an attempt to dissuade him from this getup. He acted offended, one hand going and pressing against his fluffed chest. You didn’t miss the way he took this as an opportunity and pressed up against himself to perk up his mass of chest fur.

“Babe, I wear shit like this all the time! You tellin’ me,” He started a rant, shaking the clothes in a fit of mock rage. “You tellin’ me I’m tacky? Hah! Me! Angel Dust!” He wiped away a fake tear in his laughter.

Your face flushed again looking at the getup. With a defeated mutter you swiped it from his hands and trekked painfully slowly to the restroom. You ignored Angel’s urgency for you to ‘hurry the hell up’ because it was almost time to get going.

You slowly stripped yourself of your day clothes, gingerly stepping through the tight shorts and tucking your arms through the straps of the top. You didn’t even remember buying this thing, it had been stuffed far in the back of your closet. You couldn’t help the feeling of dread thinking about the other embarrassing things Angel might have seen in there. Though, you doubt anything could phase that guy.

You had to admit, looking at your reflection, that it did accentuate your curves, even if you didn’t have much to begin with. The rhinestone accents glittered in the bathroom light, obviously designed in a way to bring attention to the chest. The straps that connect the two pieces fit snugly against your exposed torso. You were suddenly glad Hell never got that cold.

“Almost ready!” You snapped at Angel calling from the other side of the door. You quickly threw on some touches of makeup, trying your best to compliment the shades of your outfit and adding some glittery makeup around your eyes. You quickly dragged your fingers through your hair to style it comfortably.

You ripped open your door just as fists started banging on it. Angel stood there with two arms raised, stopped midair to keep himself from decking you in the head. You glared up at him, trying to maintain your earlier sourness to hide the fact that the outfit had grown on you.

“Hey, sexy lady!” Angel teasingly leaned himself against the doorframe with a smirk. “Let’s fuckin’ go! You took too damn long! Cherri hates waitin’.”

Grabbing your hand again, he ushered you out of the room. As you raced down the stairs, you tried to continuously preen your hair to keep it from flying out of shape as Angel practically drug you down each step.

He slowed at the bottom, releasing your hand, and stepping towards Husk’s bar to aggravate and flirt with the cat one last time before heading out. You tuned out his sexual innuendoes as you tried to glance over yourself one last time.

“My, what a dame you are!” Alastor’s recognizably radio-afflicted voice ripped your attention away from picking at a loose rhinestone. He stood over you, a slight bend in his waist and an unnatural crane in his neck. His smile was there, but tight and uneasily wide as he examined you through squinted eyes. He leaned his weight against his cane.

Swallowing your unease, you examined his expression. You knew Alastor didn’t care for such… promiscuous outfits. Especially on what he considered his. You knew his compliment was satirical, and you didn’t miss that glint of anger flash through his expression.

“Heyy, Al,” You drew out your words, unintentionally accentuating the awkward tone between the two of you. He paid no mind, keeping up that seemingly cheerful grin of his as he just… stared at you. His fingers tapped impatiently on the radio of his cane, each tap bringing a warp to the frequency that always surrounded him. “I’m going out with Angel tonight. Y’know… to get some air…”

“My dear,” His eyes closed in a laugh and he straightened himself out. “Why would you ever go out there for fresh air? Now, you know those demons would just eat you right up.” A dark sneer infected his smile, lips curling and exposing the line of his black gums.

“‘Ey c’mon, Smiles,” Angel stepped up next to you and lazily threw an arm over your shoulder. You saw that sneer only deepen as Alastor watched the spider get way too close to you. “Give ‘er a break! She’s always runnin’ around doin’ shit for this bum-ass hotel! It makes her… boring!” 

You didn’t know whether or not to appreciate Angel both defending and insulting you. You decided to just ignore his comments as you watched Alastor’s expression get darker and more sinister. You felt a cold sweat prickle at your neck as that static-y frequency of his became more prominent and aggressive as his eyes swept over the two of you, lingering on your exposed abdomen with a frustrated twitch in his brow.

“Why, of course!” He suddenly cheered, brandishing his hands to his side in a slight bow. “But…” He stepped towards you, looming over you. You felt that nervous tickle again. His right hand raised and, with a quick motion, a fairly modest jacket materialized around your shoulders. “All better! Wouldn’t want greedy eyes seeing what’s mine!”

How bold, you thought. He was from the ‘30s, though, and very old fashioned. It made sense that immodest wear bothered him. Plus, you looked down at the jacket. It had a similar color scheme, and was light enough to not be too warm. At least it goes with my outfit. How sweet.

You felt a bit giddy at the permission Alastor had given you–not that you needed it. (You did). You’re a grown ass adult. (It doesn’t matter). You shot him a smile of thanks before dashing out the door, meeting Cherri who had been frequently laying on the car horn for you to Hurry the Fuck Up.

Before Angel Dust could follow, a tight grip on one of his wrists stopped him in his tracks. He hissed, yanking his arm but to no avail. Alastor’s grab was like iron, and his nails began to dig into Angel’s skin.

“Hey you fuck, let me go! I gotta get out there before Cherri starts blowin’ this shit up!”

Alastor pulled Angel in closer, a sneer-like grin crossing his expression. There was a maddening look in his glowing red eyes.

“If she comes home with even the smallest scrape,” He said in a low tone, the garble of his radio slightly distorting his voice. “I’m going to make you wish you never came to this Hazbin Hotel.”

Alastor’s grip didn’t yield as Angel tried again in a futile attempt to release himself. He had a nervous laugh in his voice as he tried to act unintimidated by the Radio Demon’s threat.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you creepy red fuck,” He gruffed back, “Me an’ Cherri will stick right by her. You don’t gotta worry about nothin’.” Alastor’s expression shifted in an instant, his cheerful grin reappearing. He stood up straight and smiled down at Angel. “Good man! Now, don’t be too long,” He shooed Angel out of the lobby, who was more than glad to get the fuck out of there. He heard a faint ‘I’ll be watching’ from behind as he slammed the car door shut, muttering curses under his breath.

He knew Alastor would send that damn shadow of his to keep a close eye, so why the fuck did Angel have to babysit you in the first place? Plus, you weren’t some weak, naive fool. Whatever. He knew Alastor would take any excuse to cause some entertaining mayhem.

He sighed as he looked at you, who had a nervous but excited grin as Cherri rambled and cursed about something.

Maybe he shouldn’t have invited you out. He knew he was in for a long, stressful night. Good think there would be a bar.

#alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust #ohdeerfully #cursing #fluff #alastor is overprotective #reader isnt weak tho #he just cares too much i think

[dante-mightdie]

Happy to fill your inbox with pup!141 requests!! <3 <3

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Favorite pup gaz is absolutely a thing, Soap may show it humping prices foot practically in tears but gaz 100% is begging in his owners ear to pretty please just touch him he'll be such a good boy!!

Alpha dog Simon drools when he sleeps and talk to the wall other wise.

Soap is down horrendously for getting to herd around his pack, he may not be the leader by a long shot, but when they entertain him, even just for a minute is tail is wagging a mile a minute to be doing his job like a good pup

Simon always gets the first turn with you on your heat when price isn't around, leaving you drooling from the thick knot he give, whispering how he'll give you the best pups and make you nice and round with em (at LEAST three is a must <3)

Soap takes a similar approach, telling you he'd be such a good take to his pups if you just please let them take, please he'd do anything with those puppy eyes stares and low whines

Gaz is quieter about wanting to get you round with his litter, but it shows in the way he always takes you last and leaves his softend cock deep in you for the night, praying his seed I'll take

Price doesn't care what his whiny pack of mutts get up too, when he does however walk in on you all stuffed with cum in a sleepy pile, he makes soap and gaz clean you out from the inside with their butting tongues, Johnny still licks at the capt's balls when he finally gets his turn with the silly worn out reader :((

Maybe if Simons good, price I'll let him lick at his cock while he does paperwork, just a pretty pup under his desk with no thoughts other than his owners cock (does Simon have tongue piercing that makes for the most devilish feelings, I like to think yes)

Fighting dog Simon who while always willing to bow for price, can leash around the rest of you pups with know trouble even a feisty soap who acts like he's on too much caffeine, pinning him down until he finally stops wriggling

Gaz like a cat sometimes will lick at you fur until you have cowlicks going in every direction and then laugh at you untill you tattle to Simon, he's just being so mean to you :((

I gotta know did poor baby gaz get his ears and tail cropped coming from some snooty family, or does he have natural ears/tail, gotta know to get a background on the pretty street dog price found,

-Anyways much love

Sins (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

more more more more bark bark

content warning: talks of tail and ear cropping, minor smut, hybrids

I did think about giving simon the cropped ears and tail but there is something about gaz being a guard dog for some snobby family who tossed him away on the streets :( poor baby gaz who whined and yowled all night after waking up from the surgery :(

soap is a very friendly pup, always wagging his tail at strangers and yanking at his leash when he sees a new potential friend! only time he gets snappy is when it's dinner time, gnashed his teeth at simon when he got too close to his food and was very quickly put in his place by his alpha

alpha pup simon who grabs at your tail when you're being too rowdy, yanking on it and making you yelp loudly

speaking of simon. prized breeding stock tell me i'm wrong. he's so big and strong and such a good pack leader that you can't do anything but beg him to give you a litter during your heat :(

gaz who gets seperation anxiety when he's away from his owner for too long! gets so antsy when price isn't back by the time he usually is. gets very startled and jumpy around the rest of the pack :(

grooming day is a nightmare for john :( especially when it comes to soap and simon. simon hates bath day, big body cramped in the tub whilst price scrubs him clean and clips his nails

soap just makes a huge mess, tail wagging excitedly and splashing water everywhere. immediately goes out and gets messy again

you and gaz are price's pretty prized pups after you're all clean and collared, both laying at his feet and snoozing soundly after such a stressful day!

#mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz mw2 #gaz #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2

[vampcubus]

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: still getting a feel for these characters. pretend you don’t see how much longer levi and porcos are... 

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊levi, erwin, reiner, bertholdt, and porco. 

⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw, general sleepy softness, bertholdt’s is a bit modern au flavored.

❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— Levi sleeps in his ODM gear most nights so you’ll often wake up with the indents of the buckles and straps on your skin. But I promise It’s so worth the way he holds onto you in his sleep. 

— He much prefers to sleep facing you so he can rest his head against your chest or bury his face in your neck. He’s a light sleeper so if you move around too much he’ll wake up (oftentimes grumbling in annoyance for you to be still) you can usually coax him back to sleep by running your fingers through his hair though.

— He’ll normally curl himself against you and stay that way the entire night, doesn’t really move around all that much. 

— He has a hard time getting to sleep and staying asleep but it’s a lot easier with you there, not that he’d ever tell you that. (his back will thank you for insisting he sleep in bed with you instead of in his office chair)

— Doesn’t sleep very long so he often stirs long before you do. If the sun’s up, he’s up.

— Levi is reluctant to leave your arms, however, content to gaze at you with a soft expression as you snooze. You might be insecure if you drool or sleep with your mouth open but he doesn’t care, you’re always so beautiful to him. Especially when the sun starts to shine through the curtains and illuminates your face in a warm glow. He’s breathless. 

— Sometimes you wake up to him tracing your features, and he gets so embarrassed if you catch him. Fingers flying away from your face to shove a pillow into it.

“Go back to sleep, you brat.” 

“Mmmh, yeah love you too… you creep.” comes your muffled response, he can hear the smugness in your tone. 

— On the very few occasions you awaken before him, it’s impossible not to stare. He’s so gorgeous when he’s asleep, thick lashes fluttering if you dare to try your luck at smoothing a thumb over that stubborn crease between his brows. Even if your soft touches do wake him, he’s far from opposed to just laying there while you admire him. 

— He’s shockingly soft and pliable in the morning, you can probably do anything you want to him while he’s waking up. (Pinching his cheeks, putting cute clips in his hair, drawing whiskers on his face.) He’ll complain once he’s more awake but always waits till the last minute to undo your work so you can surmise he doesn’t hate it as much as he acts.

“Why do I put up with you?” 

“Cus you loveeeee me.”

❥ 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— Waking up next to Erwin is like a dream. He’s impossibly warm, broad back pressed up against your chest as your arms and legs hold him tightly. It’s a welcome escape from his unpleasant dreams. Since he often has to get up at the ass crack of dawn for his obligations as commander, you get woken up by him trying to discreetly untangle himself from you most mornings.

— He feels bad for waking you, murmuring a raspy apology against your brow as he kisses it. His morning voice is so ughhh 😩

— You like to stay awake just long enough to watch him get dressed and demand a goodbye kiss before he’s gotta go. Other times if you can’t go back to sleep you’ll get ready together, and he really really enjoys it when that happens. I can see Erwin being a morning coffee/tea guy, so he always starts brewing right after he gets up so it’s done by the time you’re done helping each other into your ODM gear n exchanging kisses.

— This is the most time alone you get to relax with one another before you’re off risking your lives again, so he cherishes it.

— The very rare mornings you wake up before him are CHOICE times to just take in the beautiful sight of him at peace. That stubborn crease between his brows is nowhere to be seen as he snores lightly.

— You’re the only one that gets to see him like this—so vulnerable and relaxed. Before he had you he never slept quite as well. When he starts to stir start attacking his face with kisses. A smile breaks out onto his face so fast, bleary blue eyes blinking rapidly as your lips pepper the sweetest kisses to his cheeks and lips.

“Good morning, my love.” 🧎‍♀️

❥ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— Reiner sleeps like a fucking log, a deep sleeper to the max. Could probably sleep through anything. Gunshots, fireworks, thunderstorms…

— But he’s so cuddly! wants to be pressed as close to you as possible, and if he does wake up in the middle of the night to find you’ve moved away in your sleep, he’ll drag you right back to him. 

— He does snore </3 but you love him too much to complain about it, knowing he’d feel bad. And sometimes you can maneuver him onto his side and he’ll stop. 

— He prefers to spoon anyways. Likes to hold you but please please please spoon him!!! He loves it so much, your soft warm body against his back and your arms and legs wrapped around him is so comforting to him. Mans just wants to be held.

— Mumbles in his sleep if he’s having a nightmare or dreaming about you, you can usually tell if it’s about you because he smiles in his sleep. It’s heartbreaking when he wakes up from a bad dream, shaking and crying as quietly as possible so as not to disturb you. Cradle his head to your chest and whisper words of comfort and he’ll drift back off after a bit, but these moments mean the world to him.

— Gets to a point where he absolutely needs you to sleep well. If you ever have an argument and sleep on the couch in retaliation he’s got a pillow and blanket in hand cus he’s sleeping on the living room floor. 

— And that’s only if his pitiful begging doesn’t convince you

“Please come to bed, baby. ’m sorry.” 

“Can’t sleep without you please 🥺”

“Please don’t be mad at me anymore, I didn’t mean it.” 

❥ 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— Someone please tie this man down to the bed or he will move the entire damn night, I hope you’re a heavy sleeper cus god damn. He really doesn’t mean to and gets embarrassed about it.

“I can sleep on the couch if you–”

“No, Bertie. I’m not gonna banish you to the couch just cus you sleep like a demon getting an exorcism.”

— He tends to move less if you’re wrapped around him though and sleeps deeper too. Just tangle your legs with his and hold him tight and he’s happy. You’ll still wake up with him sprawled out—half on top of you most of the time. He does gravitate towards you in his sleep though, so you won’t find him too far away no matter how much he contorts. Your warmth draws him back to you.

— You woke up with him upside down hugging your leg and his foot in your face once 💀 Although it made for the perfect picture and now it’s your lock screen. He gets very pouty when he realizes this and pleads with you to delete it.

(though secretly his heart stutters at the thought of you keeping pictures of him because you think the way he sleeps is cute)

— Good luck trying to get up out of bed when he’s in a deep sleep, especially since he clings on instinct.

— Bertholdt is always groggy when he wakes up but he loves it when you just lay in bed and cuddle for a little while, bleary eyes looking up at you with that sleepy smile while you sweet talk to him.

— Bertholdt tends to shadow you during your morning routine, always looming behind you with his chin on your shoulder and lanky arms around your waist while you brush your teeth, cook breakfast, do your makeup… he just needs to be touching you constantly, especially when he’s still shaking off an unpleasant dream. Your scent, your warmth, your voice as you hum to yourself doing menial tasks, it’s all very soothing to his easily frayed nerves.

❥ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃

— Literally the most comfortable man to lay on, I will die on this hill. Prefers you to just sleep right on top of him, which works out amazingly for you because his pecs make for amazing pillows. 

— Even pre-relationship all it takes is one time for you to drunkenly slip into bed with him by accident for it to become an every-night type deal. He pretends to be annoyed by it but if you do fall asleep in your own bed for a change, he’ll come looking for you like a lost puppy and slip into bed with you instead. 

“Why didn't cha come sleep with me?” he grumpily mumbles into your ear as he pulls your half-asleep form on top of him. 

— Tends to hold you pretty tight so good luck getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

— Porco emits heat like a fucking space heater, so most of the time you’ll both be sleeping half-naked. He doesn’t care how hot it is, you’re not allowed to wiggle away, you’re his teddy bear >:(

— He also drools if he’s in a deep sleep, it’s very adorable. 

— Won’t admit that he can’t sleep without you but it’s so obvious. 

— Don’t even think of trying to sleep on the couch after an argument, lest you want him to squeeze himself onto it with you. Has the nerve to complain that his back hurts the next morning too like 🧍‍♀️

“It’s not like I made you sleep on the couch with me, you ass.”

“I- you- shut up.” He’s blushing.

— He gets up to make you breakfast to say sorry in his own way, jumping out of his skin when your cold hands slip underneath his shirt from behind while he’s making eggs.

— If you don’t have to get out of bed straight away, he likes to lay on you every once and a while, cheek squished against your stomach cutely while you play with his hair. He can be grouchy in the morning but he melts against you like butter when you start pressing sweet kisses to his jaw and neck.

— Plays with your hair/gently scratches your scalp while half-asleep and it’s pure heaven.

— His raspy morning voice is so hhhh, like sometimes he’s talking to you about something, but all you can think about is how attractive his voice sounds while thick with sleep that you aren’t paying attention to what he’s saying. 

“Hey, are you even listening?” Porco accuses, fingers snapping in your face to get your attention.

“You sound so hot right now, sorry.” You answer dumbly and you see the red blooming across his face as he processes your words.

“That’s no excuse! Pay attention when I talk to you, why do I even bother–” blah blah blah just keep talking 🤤

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #aot x reader #erwin smith x reader #levi ackerman x reader #reiner braun x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #porco galliard x reader #snk x reader #bertolt hoover x reader #levi x reader #porco x reader #erwin x reader #aot headcanons #attack on titan x reader

[theshinazugawaslut]

Sanemi as a best friend who is obsessed with you, so when you tell him you've never ridden someone he offers to let you practice on him. On his face, abs, thigh, on anything that you can ride, he'll train you before you take his cock

a/n: sorry if this didn't come out good, I wrote it under a half-hour since I'm sick.

He's your best friend, the little boy you grew up with in the same neighbourhood — everyone knew the two of you were attached at the hip, everyone also knew that Sanemi would never let a single boy near you and so, no boy ever tried.

Your earliest memory of him is when you were both three years old, standing in a long queue on a hot Summer's day outside an ice-cream van in the park.

He had been right behind you, humming a tune, and you had turned around and said, "I love that song!"

The boy had the lovliest, archangel-white hair with the softest, lilac eyes; his cheeks all soft and squishy. He had smiled shyly and gave a small nod, though the two of you ended up holding hands as you took him to play in your sandpit.

Ever since, the two of you have been inseperable.

He always held your hand — tight, firm, like a kite he was afraid of letting go — and he looked at you like you had been weaved out of starsong and rose dew and the most honeyed siren song.

God, in his eyes you were this shimmering moon that he yearned to touch, you felt like what heaven must be like — he'd heard so many stories of heaven when he went to church with his mother, he imagined God had a face like you. There couldn't be anything else.

He was a sweet boy, you realised very quickly. Always helping you put pretty flower clips in your dishevelled hair, always using his own chubby hands to try and tuck your hair into a lopsided ponytail and smiled shyly as you squealed and squished your cheeks together to his.

He didn't mind being the subject of your childish eyeshadow palettes either, letting the cheap glittery gel being smudged across his eyelids though it did help him learn his own talent for eyeliner.

You're always over at his house or the other way around, too, and you're always making the loveliest drinks and snacks so you can watch Cinderella together, tiny hands weaved with his as you gush about how pretty the sapphire-blue ball gown is.

Soon enough, school starts, and Sanemi remains your best friend, sitting right next to you and saying no to playing football with the other boys in favour of reading a story book with you in the corner of the classroom.

You also witnessed him grab a boy bigger than him by the hair and hurting him because the boy had tripped you over and made fun of you in the playground where you had been awaiting for Sanemi.

Even when he'd gotten in trouble, he'd given you that smile that only got wider as you kissed his cheek.

He'd always been a serious child, a happy child but mature, and when he got a younger sibling, he was ecstatic, taking his newborn brother out his cot and running over to your house carelessly to show you Genya.

When his mother had rushed out in a panic a few hours later, she found you and Sanemi in your room, Genya bundled up safe and warm. The newborn safe in your arms as Sanemi snoozed against your shoulder, you looking at the newborn with bright eyes.

When Sanemi awoke later on, Genya now in his mother's arms, something inside of him stirred seeing you hold a baby with such care. He didn't know what.

Ever since he was a child, he'd give you flowers, braid your hair, kiss your cheek shyly when he was feeling very bold but one thing remained the same in highschool, that firm grip he had on your hands.

Everyone knew you two, nobody dared come near the either of you as Sanemi made it abundantly clear that his only interest was you and made it clear to everyone else - much to your obliviousness - that you did not need for friends and you especially did not want for any boys.

You never thought much of it.

You were more than happy being with him, cheerful nature and bubbly personality meaning you'd cling onto his arm anyway, doe-like eyes looking up at him as he kept an arm around your waist as he walked you from class to class.

You're bright, like the Sun, and he burns just looking at you, but for now, he's more than content helping you study for maths (you're hopeless) in the library, slipping you sweet treats every few minutes that make your eyes light up though his own shine brightly when you give him the after-school snack you baked for him in the morning.

You always give him so much — often making him bentos with all his favourite foods; spending time in his house to help take care of his six younger siblings whilst his mother worked — bathing his little sisters, changing his baby brother's nappy, singing songs and playing games with his siblings to keep them occupied so that Sanemi can finish his essays in peace, and you coming into his room after putting them all to bed, giving him dinner.

Though he rolls his eyes as he sees how you've made your notes all colourful and pretty.

"You're finding the equation of the tangent of the curve, you're supposed to do that by finding the y co-ordinate, differentiating it, calculating the gradient, and finding the equation of the line not... drawing flowers and galaxies on the page, doll," he says, exasperatedly fond.

"What's a y co-ordinate?" you ask innocently and he bangs his head against the table.

"How can you be good at fucking politics and biology and literature but be so utterly shit at maths?" he groans though you only look at him with that sweet expression of yours. "Hell, how are you good at Physics and not good at maths?"

"...I just copy your answers in Physics, and I only understand the theoretical stuff," you tell him and he glares at you, causing you to giggle. "I'm kidding! I sometimes copy your answers."

He flicks a sweetie wrapper at you then so you shriek as it touches your lashes. "You almost ruined my mascara!"

"You don't need it, anyway! Your natural lashes are like spiders anyway."

He snickers as you pull a strand of his snowy hair. "Sorry, dumpling," he says teasingly.

"You're the dumpling here! With your big, mochi cheeks!" you say with a huff.

"Next time when we go to the gym, I'm turning your treadmill to the highest speed," he threatens and you blanch, causing his laughter to grow louder.

Soon enough, you're both adults, sharing a dorm for university even though Sanemi was rather upset about having to leave his siblings and mother behind at home. Thankfully, you're adamant to keep in contact with his family which means an hour-long video call to his siblings and mother alongside your own family.

And even now, as you share a dorm for university, both wanting to become teachers, you're glued to the hip.

And now you're both twenty-one, still virgins, and you're currently cooking, calling for Sanemi who is lazily sitting on the couch, reading a book about teaching.

"'Nemi?" you say in that sweet voice of yours, calling for him as you cook something — usually Sanemi would cook but you wanted to try out a recipe this time yourself.

He puts his book down, taking a moment to come into the kitchen, thinking you had probably burned something though he's pleasantly surprised to find that's not the case though he tries to not let his jaw drop at the sight of you.

Pale-pink off shoulder top showing him just your left shoulder, all smooth and pretty, and your apple-green, pleated skirt had you looking so girlish.

"Hmm?" he says, deep voice all thrumming and rich, like smoked apples and wind-swept ash. "Oi, if you're cooking, you should do your hair back, do you want to be set on fire?"

With the words, he's already come behind you to start doing your hair in a loose braid — you're used to it; he always does your hair, helps with your make-up, most of the time he'll blow dry your hair as you study.

"What's it you called me here for? Ya missed me?" he asks behind you.

"I was just wondering," you begin. "But how come I've not had a boyfriend yet? You've not had a girlfriend either, ever... Mitsuri's dating Obanai; Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma are all with Tengen... And- and Shinobu's been seeing that Tamayo. Even my little sister has a boyfriend and I don't..."

Sanemi has frozen up behind you before he continues finishing the braid. "Why are you thinking about this?"

"I wanna love someone, too!" you tell him. "I wanna be loved! Is that so bad? I've never had a single man ever like me. I've never even kissed someone, how am I supposed to even have sex when the day comes? I have no experience and-"

"-You're seriously thinking about sex?" he interrupts, voice a little cold.

"Well, yes, I want a lover, too, and I have no practise! I know you don't either so it's not like you could actually help-"

"-I could," he whispers, mouth suddenly grazing your ear. "It'd be nice, no? Learning with me? We could learn together, it'd be fun." You don't have to look to know his eyes are hot and intense and bloodshot, that rabid grin on his face. "I'll be good to you. I'll help you learn whatever you want, hmm?"

You've entirely stiffened up, pretty eyes blown wide. It's no secret you're head over heels for the man but you didn't think...

"I'll let you think about it," says Sanemi, leaving a wet kiss on your jugular that makes you shiver, and he leaves the kitchen to finish his studying.

Though it takes only till night-time for you to agree and Sanemi gives you that tender smile of his, gently taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

"I knew you'd agree, since you're just the best," he laughs gently as he sits you down on the soft mattress, reaching over to brush some hair from your face. "My darling girl..."

You hadn't known Sanemi could look so sweet, so ravenous; his hunger a bottomless abyss, his love an endless well. He thumbs at your lips.

"Though I'm worried," he croons, suddenly gripping your jaw and making you face him. "You're such a delicate thing, you won't be able to take my cock so quickly. Tch, what a shame."

Your eyes are doe-wide now, blood rushing across your cheeks and making your cunt hot — you've never felt like this in your life. Sanemi... you hadn't expected him to be so filthy with his words immediately.

"That's fine though, I'll help you," he says with a sweet smile, as if sin wasn't clouding his eyes. He leans forward and he looks at you tenderly before capturing your lips with his; it's shy and a little awkward but god, Sanemi is desperate, grabbing your face as he peppers wet, feverish kisses against your lips. Taking your first kiss, your second, third, fourth, fifth...

You don't even realise he's deftly taken off your shirt and unclipped your red, lace bra, allowing your breasts to come spilling out and you whine, shy, trying to cover them up in the eyes of your best friend who only grins but removes your hands gently.

"No, no... You can't be doing that," laughs Sanemi. "I like'em, they're pretty, though that's only expected."

He takes your small hands and covers them with his larger, rough ones. He brings your fingers closer to his shirt, urging you to unbutton them with your own fragile fingertips, grinning as you starts kissing his chest with unsure, intoxicating lips that cause him to moan softly as you take off his shirt.

"So pretty," he coos, rubbing the base of your head as you kiss all the way down to his abdomen. "So good to me, always giving me the best gifts."

"'Nemi, I... 'm scared," you whispers against his skin and the rough pad of his thumb strokes the shape of your brow.

"So am I," he says softly, in that sincere tone you've known since you were young and he gently lifts you up so you're eye level as you both kneel on his bed. He holds your face like it's the moon. "But I trust you, and you trust me, right?"

You nod in his hands and he grins. "Atta girl." Then he's kissing you, languid and slow, keeping a hand on the back of your head so that you can't pull back. His other hand reaches for one of yours as you kiss him, lacing them together, teeth grazing your jaw momentarily as your free hand comes to drag nails against his skin.

Between those slow, sweet kisses from your best friend, you find that he looks so sweet with his wintry, moon-kissed hair from the dim light of your unconcealed window. He freezes, looking at you as though you were radiance, as you trace a finger from his strong forehead to his stronger nose — silvery scars almost glowing under the light as large hands made you shiver as he cupped your breasts, making you whimper under the searing heat of his hands.

Your delicate finger traces down the hollow of his throat and Sanemi's restraint begins to wave, his desire increasing tenfold.

You've been driving him crazy with want since the day he met you at that god forsaken ice-cream truck. His voice comes out rich and dark and thick with insanity, "You are sure about this? I do not want... God, I don't want you to regret this. We will only go as far as you please, only do whatever you want, I swear it."

You give an eager nod and he plants a chaste, lingering kiss against your mouth. You're not stupid, you know this isn't just 'practise', you know so badly what it really is. He loves you, too.

"'Nemi, please, touch me," you whisper.

"Okay, okay," he says with the lilt of murmuring brooks as he puts his svelte lips on your hair once, then twice, before move down to touch your soft stomach, tracing a line down to your belly button as he nips at your hips causing you to let out stuttered, breathy moans of his name.

"Nngh- 'N-Nemi," you say between choked breaths as his finger press against your lower back, almost moulding dimples into it.

"I know, baby, god, I know," he whispers, kissing directly above your womb, and it sends liquid lava — coarse and hot — through your veins, making you gut twist with pleasure. "We'll like this, I promise..."

He presses shaky fingers against your hips and you finally notice that dark, crazed glint in his eyes.

"'M gonna fuck you nice and good, 'm gonna fuck you full, you hear me?" Before you can even answer, he's ripping at your skirt and underwear, chucking them to the side. "I've gotta prep you first though."

You whine at the words, trying to grab at his erection though he stops you with three fingers — catching your wrist. "'Nemi, I- I don't need to be prepped."

"Sweet thing, you gotta be prepped," he says, and he gives you a dry, teasing smile, "I wouldn't be a good friend if I just shoved my cock inside you, dry and raw."

"What're you gonna do?" you ask through short, choppy breaths and he chuckles.

"Let's see..." he says, almost playful but he gives your nipple a sudden squeeze that causes you to jolt in his arms.

He's quick to lie down on the bed, still clothed by his bottom half, and he has you right against his rocky abdomen that is all smooth, supple skin and ridged muscle.

"Ride me," he says, one hand on your hip, rubbing soothing circles against the plump flesh. "Move your hips for me, my girl."

You place your delicate hands on his hardened chest, rippling scars flexing as you begin to shyly move your cunt against him. He hisses softly, cursing under his breath, vulgarities spilling like prayers from his mouth.

"You pretty thing," he whines, holding the sweet fat of your hip in his large hand, guiding you back and forth on his body — he wants to be used like a fucking toy, he doesn't give a shit, it's you for god's sake, you're all he's ever wanted.

His thumb tries to search for that sweet pearl between your legs, he almost panics that he might embarrass himself but you cry out as he brushes a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves. He grins.

"There, baby?" he asks as he begins to swipe at your clit as you ride his abs. Your toes are curling into the sheet as you hump desperately against him, crying out as you feel his bulge nudge against your rear as you move back and forth, nodding deliriously to his question, tears leaking like falling stars out your eyes.

Though it's his fingers that have you coming undone as you squirt over his body deliciously, nectar coating his body like a divine sheet.

You don't even have the chance to recover as he grabs both your hips and lifts you onto his face, you squeal and try to scurry off but his strong, veined arms keep you clamped onto his face.

"Fucking sit," he sneers and you whimper, the sound making Sanemi drunk.

You feel something hot and wet flatten against your folds, his tongue silky and burning as he drags it up and down, inhaling like a man starved. "Always wan'ed to try this," he murmurs into your gorgeous pussy as he laps at it and you let out a high keen.

The sound seems reverberate in his lungs. You're all he fucking needs, wants.

You, and this sweet pussy of yours that's suffocating him in the most sweetest way possible, your hips bucking against him.

"Nngh-! O- oh god, 'Nemi," you cry out, trying to hold onto something as he keeps you firmly planted right atop his pretty face as your juices smear across his jaw and plump lips.

He's practically set you alight and crying with his tongue prodding inside your fluttering cunt, tasting you, nose bumping your gushy clit.

"You're so sweet," he groans against your pussy; the tender, pink muscle of his tongue hard at work as he made you see stars. All that left your panting mouth was feverish cries of his name to the point it was more like you were blabbering random syllables.

When you release onto his tongue, he doesn't waste a single drop — teeth almost gnashing at your cunt in his desperation to have it all inside him.

He gets you off his face and simply kisses you, nice and long, you desperately panting into his mouth, tasting your own nectar on his tongue but he just kisses you like a man starved.

"Baby," he whispers as he kisses the fat of your cheek, suckles on it a little before moving to that lovely curve of your jaw. "Wanna fuck you on my finger, my thighs-" He can barely breathe- "Wanna do it all but let me fuck you full first, hmm? We've practised enough for now, yeah?"

And you're quick to nod along to his frenzied words, causing him to lay you down, kissing your neck sweetly before kneeling on the bed to kick off his boxers.

His cock is a pretty thing ― thick, pale; strong veins across the shaft, an angry, throbbing tip. At least seven inches or so, pearls of precum falling down as he holds it.

"You... Are you ready?" he asks gently. "We can stop now if you want, I don't mind, dumpling."

You freeze, tears welling your eyes. God, you really do love him. Dumpling. Even after all this frantic lust, he looked at you like you were his world, his best friend.

He smiles against your mouth when you kiss him and he keeps at it as he slowly pushes his bulbous head through that first tight ring of muscle that has you crying into his mouth.

"You're doing so well, my sweet girl," he hisses through his teeth as he kisses your neck, pushing in inch-by-inch, all slow and languid in hopes to avoid hurting you but he was inexperienced man, he couldn't help but thrust himself all the way in when he felt you squeeze him so tight.

"See, look, such a good girl, took all of me," he groans, smiling down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

He begins to drag his cock out and then in, soon enough slamming into you over and over and over as you cry out, toes curling. He holds one of your hands with his, fingers interlacing as he cries out into your neck, too, your body causing every primal instinct in him to become this burning thing.

"F- fuck, y-you think 'm gonna let you- let you go to anyone else after this?" he says as he holds your waist to slam your cunt back into him with force, causing you to let out loud gasps as you keened his name. "You're fuckin' wrong. I'll be the only one to- to see you like this."

He knows he's muttering nonsense but you're so damn pretty as you come undone around his cock, squirting against his abdomen a second time and he's sobbing softly as he cums for the very first time right inside your gummy walls.

"Oh, fuck!" he cries and he starts peppering kisses all over your face. "I love you, I love you, I love you, ever since we were fucking kids, I love you."

He collapses next to you on the pillow, kissing your forehead a last time. "Thank you, baby," he murmurs.

As you catch your breath, Sanemi suddenly asks, "So... when should we get married?"

The question would shock anyone else but you're cute as always.

"I always wanted a Winter wedding!"

#sanemi #kny sanemi #anime and manga #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #esha answers your questions #kny #husband sanemi #sanemi headcanons

[bambambunny]

FATUI CAT :D

I am here to deliver on my promise of cat!reader headcannons, under the cut cuz its long

Tw: none i think??? If there is then pls tell me

Relationships: Platonic harbingers / reader

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Pierro

Scary

Just say away if you dont particularly like him

He probably wont mind, he’s too busy to care about a cat of all things.

But like if you do like him, i recommend snoozing in his lap.

He’s got a lot of paperwork to do so its unlikely that he moves around a lot.

Its giving villain in a turning chair menacingly stroking a cat while giving an order to a nervous henchmen to inconvenience the heroes. 

You could try yelling at him and only quieting down when he pets you or lets you onto is lap

But, depending on his mood, he might just kick you out of his office

Would assign some poor Fatui henchman to take care of you so you have a constant guardian even if the other harbingers arent there. 

Dottore

Again

Scary

If you, as a cat, show human-like intelligence dottore will certainly pick up on it

Personally, as someone who likes cats and science, I would hang out with him

But like bad vibes

The worst vibes imaginable from this man.

Dont touch the chemicals he has.

We dont know what it is but just to be safe, assume all of them are acid.

Columbina

I love her sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Gives the most satisfying scritches and sings the sweetest songs

She’s one of the most safest harbingers to nap around

She’d put clips and bows in your fur regardless of gender.

Spends like 5 hours singing and grooming you like she doesnt have work to do.

No one has the guts to interrupt her though.

Capitano

Even though he’s scary i have a hc he’s nicer than he looks.

He isnt around Zapolyarny palace very often bc he’s out doing military campaigns and what not

But when he is at the palace, its safe to hang out with him

He’d have no issue with you catching a ride on his shoulders.

I also like to think he has a pyro vision(if he has one) and so he’s warmer than most

Perfect for a cat in snezhnaya. 

I think he’s nicer than he looks and it would be funny for the tiny cat to run straight to the big scary harbinger for pets and cuddles.

Pulcinella 

Its grandpa time babey

He gives you only the highest quality cat food.

You spend the day with him and you leave with 5 extra pounds just from the amount of treats he gives you.

You dont even have to do tricks or anything he just rewards you for existing.

He’d give you a kitty version of the harbinger coats, sponsored by Pantalone. 

Scaramouche

Oh this is fun

You know how cats are just assholes sometimes and like do things specifically to piss you off

Yeah do that

Swipe at his hat tassles

Get on a cabinet and yell, mocking him for being so tiny

Rest assured that he will torment you in return

Like i love scaramouche so much, he’s my baby, id adopt him a million times over if i could

But i can only restrain the bastard instinct for so long

He told the fatui in charge of you to make sure you leave him alone and is so close to killing him when you inevitably waltz around the corner.

Sandrone

You’re not allowed in her workshop

No ifs ands or buts

Her robots are to delicate to risk getting knocked over by a cat

If you’re really insistent on watching her then she might allow you to watch from the door

But thats it

Outside of the workshop though, she wouldnt mind letting you in her lap while she is carried around by her robot. 

Just dont jump off without letting her know before hand

You might get crushed by the robot

If you manage to make her like you and look sad enough, she might make a robotic toy for you.

Maybe a robot cat friend or a mouse for you to chase.

It keeps you occupied and lets Sandrone make another robot, win-win!

Signora

She does seem a bit cold at first

Feels like the type to not like animals bc of how messy they are, etc.

But she will warm up to you quicker than say Pierro or Sandrone.

Another source of heat in this frigid country.

She sends one of those fire moths to go with you and it is very much appreciated.

Girls night with Her and Columbina hanging out and taking care of you ^-^

Pantalone

As mentioned in the original post, i think Pantalone likes cats

He’d spoil you so bad lmao

Doesnt matter if you’re mean or nice or apathetic

He has a corner in his office dedicated to you.

Its got a box of toys, the softest bed money can buy, the most elaborate cat tree imaginable like wtf man, one of them self cleaning litter boxes, a water fountain, and an automatic feeder.

The feeder is on a schedule but that doesnt really matter because Pantalone will give you treats anyways.

He even gives you your own allowance from the fatui treasury.

He gives you one of those cat collars with the little bell.

Arlecchino 

You could hint to her that you want to go to the orphanage.

Everytime someone mentions it, give a little chirp and stare at her intently.

She’ll probably get the idea and set aside a week or so for you go to the orphanage to play with the kids.

They’re all very gentle with you and like to call you a mini snow leopard.

Arlecchino thinks its kinda cute but she wont say it.

Tartaglia

The bastard instinct returns

I like to think that he isnt present when the other harbingers found cat!reader

Imagine he arrives heavily wounded and is confined to bed rest 

And like, when the doctor gives the go ahead for guests, cat!reader jumps onto the bed and starts purring up a storm

Cats purr to comfort others as well as to show happiness

Childe’s barely conscious but the fluffy thing is comfy and he cant move so might as well let it stay.

When he does wake up he’s more than a little surprised to find a cat in his bed

You have a collar so he assumes you already belong to someone, pets you and then lets you out of the room while he goes over to see what the other harbingers are doing.

Khdsgoiewjrlksjf might try making this a longer fic if i have the skills but anyways-

Very nice to you

A bit rough on the playing but hey, it helps hone your hunting skills

Not that you need to hunt, you get fed regularly and i doubt there’s much mice in Zapolyarny palace. 

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And thats all i got. If yall want, feel free to expand on the concept or send some asks for more specific interactions! This is the first time ive done anything like this so i hope its good enough. 

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#genshin fatui #fatui x reader #capitano x reader #pantalone x reader #pierro x reader #sandrone x reader #arlecchino x reader #columbina x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #signora x reader #dottore x reader #pulcinella #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #fatui cat

[woso-fan13]

Rough Day

Today has been a rough day. There wasn’t any one big thing, rather a whole slew of somewhat minor things. 

You should have known it was going to be a bad day when your alarm went off. You could have sworn that you had hit the snooze button, but you must have hit the off button, because the next thing you notice is the sun coming in the room while someone’s pounding at the door. 

Because of your impromptu lie in, you had missed breakfast. Thankfully, Tobin had slipped you a granola bar when you got on the bus. You took one bite of it before realizing that this granola bar must have been older than you and disgusting even in its prime. It quickly found its way into a garbage can. 

And, because nothing was going your way, it of course had to be fitness testing day. It’s part of your job and it’s a privilege to be able to play amongst these girls- but you still absolutely hated the beep test. You spent your morning doing sprints and drills on any empty stomach. 

Finally, there was a break for lunch. And with all of the love and respect in the world for the nutrition staff, it was not good. You managed a few bites of it before sliding it away and grabbing a bottled smoothie and a piece of fruit. You would have done all of the fitness tests again for a peanut butter sandwich, but you knew you would have been told off for not following the team diet. 

Then came afternoon practice, which was actually pretty great, until the end. In the last half hour, you got to scrimmage and you almost scored a beautiful goal. Except Kelley took you out before you managed to and clipped your ankle. It wasn’t a serious injury, but it still hurt. 

Dinner was fine- it was definitely better than lunch. Nothing really special happened, which was probably a good thing at this point. You just had to make it through dinner and team movie night before you could go to bed. Hopefully, everything will be better tomorrow. 

But, because you were living in a nightmare day, of course movie night had to go wrong. Some of the youngsters kept insisting on a horror movie, which you were vehemently against. You hadn’t said anything before, not wanting your teammates to think you were a baby. Well, more of a baby. They already made fun of you for the fact that you were just barely old enough to drive, you didn’t need them thinking you weren’t old enough to watch a scary movie. 

But, today, enough was enough. You couldn’t handle one more thing not going your way, so you stood up for yourself. 

“No,” you whispered before saying loudly, “no.”

Your teammates all looked at you in shock, surprised by the fact that you had raised your voice. 

“Aww, c’mon, Y/N,” Sam said, “please? It’s not even that scary.”

You shake your head, “no.”

“Don’t be such a baby, it’s just a movie,” Sam responded. 

And then you broke. 

“N- no. I said no. No, I don’t- I don’t want it. No no no.” You’re crying at this point, a rushed mess of refusals. You’re sobbing, gasping for breath as your words become unintelligible. 

Your teammates are stunned, unaware of your bad day that had led to this point. Over 20 pairs of eyes are staring at you, unsure as to what to do. 

Finally, Tobin comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around you. You freak out, fighting to get out of her arms. She simply holds on tighter, picking you up from the bed. It’s not a comfortable position for either of you, but she wanted to get you away from the crowd who was watching your breakdown like it was a movie. 

Tobin looks at Christen before nodding her head at the door, the other woman getting up and holding the door open for Tobin to wrangle your uncooperative, fighting, breathless body out into the hallway. Christen pulls the door shut and Tobin puts her back to it, sliding down with you still in her arms. On the other side of the door, Kristie is laying into her sister. 

You’re sitting between Tobin’s legs, your back to her chest. One of her arms is wrapped over your arms and torso, keeping them locked down. Her other hand is on your forehead, holding your thrashing head still and pressing it into her shoulder. She’s cooing softly into your ear, coaching you through your breathing and murmuring sweet things. 

“Big breath in, good, hold it, okay, big breath out. You’re doing so well, kiddo, another big breath in and hold. Good, good, and let it out. You’re okay, you’re safe. Breathe in, hold. I’m so proud of you- let it out- so, so proud of you. Just keep breathing, I’m not going anywhere.”

As Tobin coaches you through your breathing, Christen sits on the floor across the hall. She’s not quite close enough to touch you, giving you space. She’s sitting cross-legged, calmly breathing and watching. She watches as your fighting slowly lessens, eventually becoming limp in Tobin’s arms. You’re breathing evens out, and- a few minutes later- your tears stop. 

You’re so tired, but you’re finally calm. Tobin relaxes her grip slightly, no longer containing you but keeping the reassuring pressure. You turn slightly, burying your head into her neck as you hiccup. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s warm, it’s dark. It’s okay. 

You’re unaware how much time passes before you feel a gentle hand settle on your head, running gently through your hair. You knew it couldn’t be Tobin, both of her arms still firmly wrapped around you. 

You take your head out of your safe place, still resting it heavily on Tobin’s shoulder. Christen is crouched in front of you, a soft frown on her face. You had been so wrapped up in your head that you hadn’t realized that she was there. You hadn’t even realized that you were no longer in the room with everyone else, but you can bet that you have Tobin to thank for that. 

Christen gives you a small smile, moving her hands to rest on the sides of your face. Her thumbs rub gently, brushing away the tear tracks. She doesn’t release her grip when she’s finished, just keeping your head in her hands for a minute and staring at your tired face. Your eyes were red and puffy, giant bags under your eyes. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says softly, “I think you’ve had a hard day.”

You stay quiet, only nodding slightly. You feel Tobin press a kiss to the top of your head, reassuring you. 

Christen nods in response, standing up. Once on her feet, she reaches down for you. You reach up for her, allowing her to hook her hands under your armpits and pull you off of the floor and into her arms. Your arms and legs wrap around her, your tired head resting on her shoulder. 

Tobin scrambles up from the floor and heads toward their room. You don’t pay attention as they walk past your room, Tobin opening their door and holding it as Christen carries you in. You were beyond exhausted at this point, and when Christen tries to set you on the bed, your grip tightens. She chuckles, sitting in the bed as you cling to her. She keeps one arm wrapped around you, the other rubbing your back. 

Tobin comes over a minute later, holding a pair of pajamas. The two women quickly help you into them, the clothes swamping your body. You’re still sitting on Christen’s lap, leaning heavily against her. Tobin has settled next to the two of you, the three of you quiet. 

You’re almost asleep when Christen makes a move to shift you to lay on the bed. You whine, and she instantly readjusts you into her lap. Your breathing slows down, your body completely relaxed for the first time in a long time. 

Christen looks over to where Tobin is watching you closely, as if something’s going to happen to you. 

“She’s okay,” Christen whispers, reassuring her. “She’s going to be okay, we’ve got her.”

#uswnt woso #uswnt x reader #womens soccer #uswnt imagine #woso imagines #reader insert #uswnt players #woso x reader #woso imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt reader #woso fanfics #woso #woso soccer #uswntsoccer #uswnt fanfic

[lovelytsunoda]

flower power // yuki tsunoda

summary: he has so much love in his heart, and finally there’s someone he can share it with. or, all the times yuki almost asked y/n to marry him, and the one time she said yes.

pairing: yuki tsunoda x female reader

warnings: mostly fluff! very flirty at the beginning, talks heavily of marriage.

i

the alarm had gone off three times. first, she pressed the snooze button (twice) but after that, just switched the clock off. as much as she loved her job, she could think of little she wanted to do less than drive from her cozy apartment into the cold, unfeeling city that she worked in.

she groaned as the bed shifted around her, scrunching up her face as her boyfriend pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

"yuki, no." she warned. "i'm not getting up."

"baby," yuki tsunoda frowned. "don't you have work today?"

"i don't want to go." she whined, rolling over and pulling the comforter over her head, drawing her knees into her chest. "i'm just going to be stuck in back to back meetings all day, and it's going to be very boring and i would rather be here with you."

yuki sat back on his heels, the golden sunlight streaming through the blinds making him look ethereal, like an angel sent from heaven as his lover looked up at him.

"come on, since the season started it feels like we barely get to spend weekends together any more. i know it sucks that i can't always travel with you, but i want to enjoy the time that we do have."

can't argue with that, yuki thought to himself as he grabbed one of the bamboo pillows in his lovers bed, gently hitting her side with it. "then don't. don't go to work. stay here with me."

"you changed your tune fast." y/n giggled, sitting up to hit him with her own pillow, a giggle escaping her throat. "but we have a really important client meeting today."

"stay." yuki whined, continuing his side of the pillow fight before he found himself on top of y/n, the sheets pulled up over his bottom half, and his thigh in between her legs. "stay with me today. call in sick." he encouraged, pressing kisses to her neck as she hummed softly, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"but we're short staffed this week. and i can't just not go, especially with our biggest client coming in today.' she said sadly, disappointed that she had her lover wouldn't be able to continue with their morning jaunt in the sheets.

"it's okay." yuki reassured her, sitting up and knocking two pillows off the bed in the process. "go for a shower, and i'll make you lunch."

"you don't have to do that. i'll just go out with samra and milo."

yuki silenced her protests with a kiss, not minding her morning breath one bit as he held her close. food was his love language. he loved cooking things for the people he loved, his girlfriend included. "go for your shower. i'll make a pot of hot chocolate while i'm at it."

"you're the best." she smiled, pecking his lips before clambering out of bed, her sleep shirt riding up to give her lover a glimpse at her patterned panties (patterned with lemons and daisies no less) as she picked up the bamboo pillows. "i love you." she called, slipping out of the bedroom and down the hall to the full-sized bathroom.

"love you too!" yuki shouted, quickly making the bed before he slipped out to the kitchen, still wearing his pajamas.

it was a quiet, simple kind of love that they shared. the kind that songs were written about. yukis status had never been important to y/n.

he heard the radio turn off upstairs, cutting off mid-song. minutes later, she came bouncing down the stairs, dressed in silk dress pants and a short-sleeved lavender button down, her still-damp hair held back by a plastic clip shaped like a butterfly.

she was beautiful as always.

the kitchen smelled like ginger chicken dumplings as she came up behind her lover, wrapping her arms around his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck softly.

“thank you, baby. that smells great.”

“don’t worry about it. I’ve already packed you a bento box of dumplings and rice, and there’s french toast on the table.”

“what did I do to deserve you?” she said softly, kissing his cheek before grabbing the small plastic container, wrapped in a hello kitty patterned cloth. “do you want me to pick up a pizza on the way home?”

yuki shook his head, taking a seat across from her at the kitchen table. “I’m going to order ahead, get it delivered. should I rent a movie?”

“of course. I love you.”

“love you, too.” yuki grinned. “have a good day at work, sweetheart.”

and as he watched her walk out the front door, a bright smile on her face as she waved to him, she was struck with a simple, alarming, thought.

I want to marry that girl.

ii

she sat on the plastic seat in the airport terminal as she watched a series of flights come and go. she had insisted that they do this trip her way: an econo flex flight to tampa on a commercial plane, no airport lounge before a balcony cabin on a carnival cruise up the panama canal.

yuki smiled as he stared at her from across the terminal, a styrofoam starbucks tray in his hand and a freshly-bought paperback in the other. he knew how much this trip meant to her, how hard she had to beg for the time off work.

how she had insisted on doing the trip her way when yuki could have easily booked a resort and gotten a private charter flight anywhere in the world. it was just something that made him love her even more.

“hey, beautiful.” he said, sitting next to her and passing her a starbucks cup as she curled into his side, her head securely resting on his shoulder. “I got you something.”

he passed her the paperback lauren asher novel, watching as her eyes lit up. “baby, I brought my ereader. you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. I figured you’d go through most of the books on your ereader before the cruise was over anyways.” yuki laughed, leaning in to kiss her. “I know you’re always happier when you have a book with you.”

“thank you.” she smiled before kissing him again.

she sat back in the plastic chair, resting her head against her lover as she opened the paperback. the driver kissed the top of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair as she began to read, a content sigh leaving her lips.

he almost said it, unplanned and unromantic in the middle of manchester airport terminal two.

we should get married.

the words had been on the top of his tongue, and he was so sure that he had muttered the words under his breath.

but of course, she didn’t hear him, so wrapped up in the letters printed on pages in front of her.

he could have stayed like this forever, had their flight not been called for boarding fifteen minutes later.

iii

his entire body ached. triple headers were relentless, and yuki tsunoda felt beat. he’s barely moved from the couch all day, watching reruns of law and order: special victims unit all morning.

“baby, I’m home.” y/n called softly, opening the front door. “I brought fish and chips, and I stopped at the drug store to pick up a new heating pad. I think the cord in the old one is broke.”

“ugh, you’re an angel, sweetheart!”

y/n smiled, coming over to the living room with the rolled up heating pad in one hand and the takeaway in the other. “you would do the same for me, babe.”

she plugged the heating pad into the wall, lifting up her lovers shirt so she could rest the pad against his sore back. she leaned over him, kissing him softly as yukis hand came up to rest against her ass, her cleavage staring him down from the collar of her fitted dress.

“oi.” she laughed, pulling away to get plates for the takeaway. “you need to rest up. you have another race in a week.”

“can I just not go? can liam take this one?”

y/n laughed, rolling her eyes as she emptied the styrofoam container onto a ceramic plate. for an athlete, she had never met someone who hated physical activity as much as her boyfriend did.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response, love.” she placed the plates on the coffee table, wiping her greasy hands on a tea towel before turning towards the staircase.

“where are you going, pretty girl?” yuki asked, almost whining as he reached for the tv remote. “i need cuddles.”

“just let me change, babe! if I get gravy on this dress, the dry cleaning bill might just kill me.”

she ran up the stairs, yukis eyes trained on her ass as she went. as he thought about y/n, and how pretty she was, and how loved she made him feel, and how she put up with him even when his work schedule was crazy.

how she made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

he asked himself: why haven’t I proposed to her yet? this is the woman i want to spend the rest of my life with.

iv

the sun was slowly sinking over the horizon as the happy couple sat at the wrought-iron patio table. yukis hand rested softly against the table, with y/n tracing shapes on the back of his hand as restaurant goers chatted in french around them. the south of france was the one trip that y/n had let yuki pay for in full, private jet and all.

she had a feeling that he had something planned, but she wasn’t sure what. it was their third anniversary, after all.

“babe, you’re staring again.” y/n giggled, looking over at her lover. “whatcha thinking about?”

“I’m not staring! I’m just admiring you. thinking about how much i love you.”

she looked over the flickering candle in the middle of the table to smile at yuki, resting her hand on top of his. “i love you too. happy anniversary, my love.”

the waiter came back with their dessert: two small plates of cheesecake, placing them in front of the couple before bowing gently and backing away from the table. the dirty dancing soundtrack was playing on the radio, fairy lights twinkling in the air above them, and yuki knew what he needed to do.

he could feel his palms getting sweaty as he slipped his hand out of y/n’s, reaching into the pocket of his cargo shorts.

y/n could hardly believe her eyes when yuki placed the small red box on the table, opening the lid to reveal the small diamond ring.

“u/n, these last three years have felt like a fever dream. the good kind, the kind that you never want to end. you make me a better man, bring me back to life when there’s no gas left in the metaphorical tank. i want you, in the best of ways and the worst of ways. i need you by my side. i don’t want to spend another minute of my life without you. y/n, will you marry me?”

“yes, of course I will!” she sobs, mascara running as she allows yuki to slide the ring into her finger.

“happy anniversary, darling.”

BONUS

yukitsunoda she said yes! I can’t wait for our next adventure ❤️

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#yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda x y/n #yuki tsunoda x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste

[muttcuck]

Vacation time

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"Sweetie, yes, I know, I understand, it's exciting to be in a hotel room, I know you're excited for our trip, but for now, it's time to calm down and get ready to sleep." Mommy explained, laying a gentle but firm hand on your chest.

This is a trip you two have dreamed of and saved for for years, and in the hotel the night before your early morning flight, you couldn't hold the excitement in any longer. You'd spent the last few hours doing happy dances, playing with your stuffies, making a big mess with all of your toys, and mainly, getting on mommy's last nerve. You had showered together, and as she helped you get dressed, you insisted on squirming until buttoning your onesie is impossible. That is, though, until you felt her firm hand. You could see the laughing frustration through her expression, and her eyes screamed "you better behave.".

You calm your squirming, allowing her to hand you your favorite stuffie. You clutch him tight, keeping a close eye on her hands as your pacifier clip is fastened to your shirt. Your eyes meet hers as she teases. "Say 'aaaahhh for me, baby.'" "Aaaaaa-" you're interrupted by the paci you've so comfortably grown to love. You watch her free hand as she goes up and down your body, poking and tickling you at certain intervals, landing finally on your nose. She directs your eyes back up at her, locking eyes with you. Booping your nose once more and kissing your forehead, she teases again, "Thank you cutie, now, wasn't so hard to lay still for mommy, was it?"

You thrash your head "yes" in the most overexaggerated way you can, laying flat on the bed you were changed on and going limp. Through your paci, you tell a harrowing tale of your heroic journey in search of this "being still" Mommy always asks you for.

It just sounds like a lot of cute babbles to her, though, so she agrees and gently encourages you. "Tell me more little one!" "*gasp" and then what happened?"

She knows this is how to melt you, and she uses it any time she notices you getting lost in a sea of your own rambles. She knows your need for her approval comes from deep down, and does everything she can to reassure you. She lays down next to you and pulls you into her embrace. It's your favorite time of the night: snuggle time! You quickly drop your bratty antics and wrap around her like a lil koala bear. You feel her hand on the back of your head, gently playing with your hair.

"Aww.. That always works, pup. You can't resist being held by mommy." She giggles, giving your padded butt a playful smack. You whimper into her neck as her hand lands on your padded butt for its final resting position for sleepytime.

You look up at mommy, kissing her on the bottom of the chin with your paci until she notices you, takes out your pacifier and brings her lips down to meet yours. She pulls the covers up and over you both, never breaking contact with your lips until you're both all tucked in.

"Now, honey.. We've gotta get some sleep for our big day tomorrow. You are not to leave this bed until morning, is that clear?" She asks, patting your butt and replacing the big pacifier in your mouth. You nod yes, too comfy to open your mouth around your paci. "Good puppy.." She purrs. You kick your feet in excitement, it's one of your favorite things She calls you when you obey.

She turns on her favorite sleep movie, and the two of you drift off to dreamland..

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The alarm on mommy's phone wakes you both up. She set it extra early so the two of you can snooze and cuddle before go-time. "Good morning pup, mere, let momma see that diaper of yours.." She unbuttoned your onesie snaps to reveal your absolutely soaked diaper.

"Hmm.. Just what I expected. You're gonna have to be in diapers for the whole trip, puppy."

#diaper loser #diaper chastity #diaper slave #diaper puppy #diaperbutt #diaper cuck #diapercuck

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hi big brother ! so i had an idea. what about headcanons for when mc has to go somewhere for some time, how would the m6 deal with it ? maybe spraying mc's perfume on a pillow and hugging it or writing every thought they have about mc. (this is totally not a self-indulgent idea (◔◡◔✿) )

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC goes on a trip

~ hi little sister! oh my, what a completely not self-indulgent prompt. I'll be sure to stay extra uninspired while I write it (joking) @elysian-chaos I hope you like these! - brainrot ~

Julian

You're going on a trip? Without him? Why?!

Oh. Are you sure you don't need him to go with you?

Doesn't try to convince you otherwise, but will tell you that he'll miss you. To avoid falling into old habits, he decides that everything he does is "for MC."

He leaves the clinic on time without overworking himself "for MC." He only has one drink at the Rowdy Raven "for MC." He eats three times a day and drinks water at least twice "for MC."

He brushes his teeth "for MC." He puts on his coat "for MC." He washes his dishes "for MC." He clips his toenails "for MC."

Portia and Mazelinka start to give him grief for the amount of times a day he murmurs "for MC" before doing something mundane with a heroic air, but he lets them in return for crashing at their places

Because going through the day is busy and distracting enough, but when he gets home and it's exactly the way it was when he left? When he can't hear anyone else breathing in the house?

He hasn't spent one night at home since the first one after you left, choosing instead to show up at Mazelinka's or Portia's right before dinner with the biggest puppy dog eyes they've ever seen

He sporadically writes you long, poetry filled love letters, and sleeps with your replies tucked against his heart

When you get back his ginger chest hair is stained blue in splotches from where the ink rubbed off

Asra

Ah, the sweet, sweet taste of poetic justice

Asra's delightfully humble when you rub it in their face - they're the first to point out the irony and suggest they run the shop for you

He makes sure you have everything you need before you leave, puts you in touch with several trustworthy friends, encourages you through any travel anxiety, and waves happily at you as you walk out

And then they mope

The shop starts opening later and later, customers walk in to find a sleepy and depressed Asra behind the counter, and even Aisha and Salim have a tricky time cheering him up

Until two days in when they look up to the sound of the shop bell, and there's Muriel, grumpily following through on your request to check up on Asra while you're gone

Which results in the mountain man standing stoically in front of the counter, trying not to give in to his oldest friend's infectious laughter at how the tables have turned

Seeing how much his visits perk him up has Muriel dropping by almost every afternoon until you return, and the two have a great time catching up on life

Muriel even gets the chance to repay years of teasing when he goes upstairs and sees that Asra has dragged your entire wardrobe onto the bed so they can snooze buried in your smell

You have a lot of laundry to do when you get back

Nadia

Almost smothers you with everything you need

Transportation? Clothes? Funds? Useful tools to not get lost? Enough paper and ink to write her a ten page letter every day?

She admires your determination to do this on your own merit and decides that she is going to follow suit. She is going to spend the extra time being the best Countess she can for Vesuvia (and you)

Two days in she can't stand the loneliness any more. Where is her MC when she just wants to sit back and relax after a long day? Where can she find someone who'll just treat her like a person?

She quickly finds that most of your mutual friends are unfortunately busy

Desperate times call for desperate measures

She writes to her sisters

Over the next few days, the Satrinava siblings descend on the Palace in hordes. The workload has never been so light, which leads to unexpectedly empty afternoons

And oh, those afternoons are so much more fun than she could have ever expected. Exploring the Heart and Temple districts, riding through the fields, even sparring and dance matches

She would almost feel guilty for how much fun she's having in your absence if she wasn't purchasing everything she saw that reminded her of you

You get home to a pile of presents and lots of sisterly teasing

Muriel

He's sad to see you go, but he's not hugely bothered

He knows you're a competent traveler, and to be honest, he could use a little alone time. He loves you, but he also likes his introvert recharging time and he's used to being a little more isolated

Starts to get frustrated because for someone who likes being alone, it's a lot harder to enjoy than he remembers

Until he opens the door to his hut after a walk with Inanna to see Asra snoozing in front of the fire

It seems you saw fit to have them return all the favors Muriel did when they were the ones going off on a trip (they were more than happy to humor you) and make sure he didn't get too lonely

Between Asra's love for shaking things up and his own restlessness without you, Muriel suggests renovating the hut to surprise you

The two of them first built it when they were kids, so they know they can do better. It ends up being more fun than either of them expect and they get to really talk for the first time since the plague

The hut itself turns out beautifully - the beams are reinforced, it's given a new floor, any rickety furniture is repaired and replaced, and Asra takes it upon themself to paint the entire interior in beautiful detail

You get home to a yard full of chickens wearing mini bow ties (don't ask) and a Muriel who is very happy to have you back

Portia

Oh dear, you lowkey triggered her a little bit when you told her you were going on a trip by yourself

This is exactly how it always goes! The cool person she loves and admires takes off on an adventure and forgets all about her!

Until you remind her that the reason she can't join you is because she's also scheduled for a very cool trip to a different country as a representative of Vesuvia

The first half of your trip goes well with both of you on the road. She tracks your itinerary on one of her many maps and writes you letters with updates on Pepi and the crew every day

Until her trip ends halfway through yours and she's stuck waiting in Vesuvia until you get back

The only moment she stops to breathe is when she writes your daily letter and cooks herself dinner (all of them your favorites)

Other than that, she's too busy working to stay distracted. When she runs out of things to do at the Palace, she deep cleans her cottage, and then Julian's house, and tries to clean Mazelinka's

It's when Mazelinka looks over mid-afternoon to see Portia bustling in the door with a cutlass she "borrowed" from the Palace armory, begging for a distraction, that she intervenes

You get back to an empty cottage, only to find out that Portia's been challenging the Palace guards to sparring matches and sleeping at Mazelinka's every night

Lucio

You're going on a trip? Without him? Why?! (pt. 2)

He knows that the job you've accepted will work better with only one person, and he knows that of the two of you you're the one who practices magic, but still!

Alternates between grumbling about you leaving and cheering you on because you're so cool, you don't need help, you've got this!

Thankfully, the town he stays in waiting for you knows and loves both of you and is happy to host one of their regular journeymen for the two days you'll be gone

This is fortunate, because Lucio's response to missing you is deciding to learn magic, regardless of his natural ability (or lack thereof) and ignoring the fact that he has nobody to teach him

After you leave that morning, he spends the rest of the day out in some poor farmer's field practicing magical attacks on their hay bales while Mercedes and Melchior terrorize all the local wildlife

He stops by the tavern for dinner early that evening, and after several drinks, decides to camp out in the town's square belting out tone-deaf ballads of your virtues

The townspeople love him for all he's done on different jobs for their sake, so the next morning they take turns asking for his assistance with different tasks to keep him out of trouble

You get back that evening to half the town telling you how much he missed you and a very tired (but satisfied) Lucio

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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for writing prompt:

tim + alfred, illness. either one.

He found Alfred in the solarium, snoozing in a pool of sunlight. It was still cold outdoors, and some of the chill would manage to slip in even between the lead-lined glass panes, so the warmth of the sun would feel pleasant instead of overbearing, even at midday.

It was strange, even after all this time, to find Alfred still. The old butler was never one for frenetic energy or action—in fact, he was most known for his solidity, his air of intense permanence and fixedness—but for as long as Tim had know him, Alfred had been a doer. Even with the majority of the Manor boarded up, there was always a task at hand, from household chores to meal planning to weapons maintenance. The unceasing ebb and flow of young people had only added to Alfred's clockwork patterns that kept him ticking onward, from dawn to deep into the night.

That mechanical path had slowed some in recent years, as the family aged and multiplied, as the Manor emptied, as the years gathered upon Alfred's skin in wrinkles and liver spots. They had been after him to rest, to set aside or hire out the bulk of his responsibilities. Tim only wished it hadn't taken the combined force of old age and illness to make it so.

"Do you plan to hover like a specter the entire time or to exercise some manners?" The inquiry was pitched to carry, though the voice that slung it out was raspy and faint. Alfred still sat in his chair, blanket tucked around his legs, eyes closed.

Tim ducked his head, sheepish. Of course Alfred would catch him out.

"I thought you were asleep," he said by way of excuse as he crossed the tiled floor, before ducking his head to kiss the weathered cheek, careful not to jar the nasal cannula.

"Resting my eyes," Alfred admitted with a touch of dryness to his voice. He patted Tim's cheek before letting him pull away. "How are you, my boy?"

"Alright. Better than you," Tim said as he pulled up a chair and sat nearly knee to knee. It was meant as a joke. It didn't feel like a joke.

"Just" a cold, they had been told at first, but the cold had settled into a case of pneumonia that had lingered long past its welcome. The oxygen tank next to the chair was a compromise, allowing Alfred freedom from the pulseox that was otherwise clipped to him and its accompanying beeping. A concession in a long line of concessions, from the reduced tasks to the cane Tim knew he would find propped in the corner, to the wheelchair Alfred now sat in.

Tim had been out of town when the pneumonia had arrived. He had been right across town two months ago, the last time Alfred fell. It didn't seem to matter how near he was, or how far, if he was anywhere other than right here.

Alfred didn't like to be fussed over, so Tim tried to keep his worries tucked away and off his face. He must have failed in some way, or Alfred was Alfred and knew everything, because he tutted and patted the back of Tim's hand where it rested atop the folded blanket.

"Stop looking at me like I'm on my deathbed, child."

He wasn't. It was pneumonia, not the plague. But. He could be. Alfred was ageless, Alfred was eternal... but Alfred was old. And Tim... They all had... lost people. Before. It had been a blessed long time since such a loss, but Tim knew. He knew it wouldn't be forever.

"If you've come to be gloomy on this sunny day, I'll ask you to leave," Alfred warned, some of the old starch creeping back into his voice.

He wouldn't. Alfred loved it when any of them visited, even (especially) the wide array of kids with their shrieks and boundless energy. This might be Bruce's house, but Alfred reigned supreme, and he would never turn any of them away.

"Sorry," Tim said, ducking his head again. He pushed a small smile to his lips and offered a version of the truth as recompense. "Just kicking myself for not coming by more often. I always mean to, and then..."

Life. Work. Family. Friends. Hobbies. Cases. It all got in the way. And he knew those were all good things. He just... needed to be better.

"I am always happy to see you when you come," Alfred said with another pat of the hand. "All of you. Whenever you have time to spare. But I know there is much to occupy."

And he was wasting time, here, now, feeling sorry for himself. Tim cleared his throat and loosened his smile into something more genuine. "Speaking of. Remember the feud I was telling you about? Between 4B and the guy across the hall? What was the last thing I told you?"

The saga of hostilities between two of Tim's neighbors had been long, protracted, and a source of dishy delight for Tim and Alfred alike.

Blue eyes faded with age and creeping cataracts peered out at him from behind bifocal lenses, for the moment as keen as ever. "As I recall, there was the incident with the tied grocery bag of potato peels and cat feces."

Tim leaned forward. "That's old news. I have an update."

Alfred closed his eyes, chin tipped up so he could steeple his fingers together with an air of perfect concentration. "Leave out no detail, sir. I am listening."

#i'm sorryyyyyyyyyy #batfic #my fic #fanfic #batfam #alfred pennyworth #tim drake #writing prompts

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THE YEARLY VACATION I(Part 1)

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dads yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true....

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Gracie (OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Luke (Calvin’s dad),and Max (Readers Younger Brother).

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), flirting, sexual tension, and slight smut.

A/N: I had to break up day one into two parts since it was over 10,000 words!! This is a very detailed chapter, Part Two will be posted VERY shortly. THIS WILL BE THE ONLY ONE DIVIDED INTO TWO PARTS

PART ONE OF DAY ONE

6:45AM

It was so early, but Y/N was quick out of bed for her shower today. She usually hits her snooze button at least twice, but vacations time were different.

The house was more relaxed in the morning, making the hot water feel much nicer on her skin. Y/N had most of her shower products packed, so she mainly just enjoyed the water. After a while, she retrieved from the shower, pulled the glass door open, she wrapped her thicker towel around her body. The bathroom was steamy, leaving her to wipe her mirror down.

Her hair clipped back, had fallen, letting a few pieces damp from her shower. Y/N kept staring at the woman in the mirror, wondering if she could actually be confident around Negan. Usually, she would feel nervous like butterflies, but she had never been around him for this long before. They would share a condo, pass each other in the condo, be on the beach together, and basically be everywhere this man would be. He would participate in activities with her family, from miniature golfing to playing games at night. She just couldn't let that settle how she'd always be around him until she finally got her own time in her bedroom.

Y/N has yet to see the condo; they get a new condo each year for rent during their vacation. Usually, it was a more excellent condo, like a house separated in a neighborhood. She usually was on the top floor in her own room with her brother across from her. Her mother and father would be downstairs in the master sweet. She knows her brother will be downstairs with her parents in his room this time. So that only meant Y/N would be very close to Negan's room.

Of course…

Y/N kept her damp hair up, putting on some grey sweatpants shorts, just comfortable enough for the airplane ride. She decided to pair it with one of her baggy sweatshirts. Y/N knew the airport would be cold, so she still paired it with a colorful tank underneath.

She finally heard noises coming from downstairs, signaling everyone was finally awake. Y/N knew Negan would be there any minute, too; that's when the struggle would begin.

She got ready rather quickly, having everything packed up and ready to go downstairs. Her suitcase and backpack were filled with clothing and necessities for the long trip. She was all ready to go, her hair done, finally drying off. She cleaned herself up a bit, putting her perfume on; packing the rest of her belongings in her backpack.

"Y/N!" The young woman heard her mother down the stairs call for her, "We all need breakfast; hurry down, my love!" Y/N's mother had called her that for her whole life, which still made her smile. The young woman glanced at herself in the mirror; she looked good. Especially to be in her airport attire. Y/N felt her stomach twist in hunger; it was almost now after 7:30. She knew her dad would have them right out of the house very soon, which meant there was a chance Negan was right downstairs now.

Y/N could not fully grasp what made her so nervous for these days and nights with him. They were good friends when he was around; he was a huge flirt. He couldn't be actually for real, though? She took a huge breath, closed her eyes, telling herself, 'She had this.' This would be a good trip; she did not get to go last year.

This was going to make up for it; Y/N just knew it.

Y/N's feet padded down the stairs, running right into her brother at the bottom. "Woah, bud! Slow down!" Y/N stopped her movements, watching her brother run up the stairs. "I forgot my Switch charger!" Max was quick up the stairs turning the corner to his room; she laughed at her younger brother; he was quite the character.

Y/N had a natural bond with her brother; they were really close. He would stay with her some nights when she moved out with Calvin. He had his own little spot on the pull-out couch in the extra bedroom little gaming setup too. The whole family had a lovely bond; her family was in a good place. Y/N and her mother loved going shopping together and grabbing a bite to eat at their local favorite restaurant. Of course, sharing gossip about anything they had their hands on, there was some juicy stuff to in the upper community. She would help her some mornings with breakfast and ride to school with her dad singing the old eighties hits.

William adored his family, and he spoiled his family. He didn't do it to buy their love; he did it out of love. William started out as an intern in the business, working on trying to get him and Catherine married. They lived in a one-bedroom apartment when Y/N was born; they made the best of it. Some nights William would work longer and more complex hours, but it all became worth it in the end. He got to be everything he could for his family, even though he did get the children spoiled.

Y/N had to have her own way most of the time; she was a brat at times. You can not honestly help how you've raised them sometimes, but she was very respectful towards her parents for it, at least when she got more mature.

She turned into the kitchen, seeing Negan with a cup of coffee. She couldn't help but absorb his features. His black glasses tipped down his nose, and he wore an old band tee. Y/N could barely see the Guns N Roses logo from the wear on the black tee. She let out a quiet gasp but caught her mother's attention.

"Ah! There you are!" Her mother rushed to her giving her plate, "Your father is already packing the travel vans out there." Catherine chuckled at her husband, causing her daughter to snicker. Y/N's eyes peered over, watching Negan's eyes on her sipping his coffee.

She knew he had a smirk under that glass and turned her attention back to her mother; she looked suitable for her age. Catherine's smile brightened her whole face.

Her mother was an angel; she did most of the cooking and cleaning. They did have a housekeeper Nina who's been with them since Y/N was eight.

Her mother continued.

"Sweetheart, grab a plate. Fix what you like! Nina coming by later to clean, so just put the dishes in the dishwasher!" Catherine moved past her daughter out of the kitchen, having her alone with Negan.

"Well, there she is!" Y/N let out a small laugh shaking her head and heading her blush. She moved, seeing the feast her mother had cooked for them; she felt awful but couldn't dig into it all. Y/N always stuck with her bread and jam and eggs. She started fixing her breakfast, leaving her ears open for Negan.

He was always so full of things to say.

He moved up from his seat, revealing he was in sweatpants, and he kept sipping his coffee. "How have you been, doll?" The nickname sent chills down her spine, biting into her toast. "I've been good, finals were awful, but I passed." She smiled softly, holding her hand over her mouth and covering her mouth, "How about you, doll?" She threw back at him, causing a deep chuckle from Negan, moving his glass to the dishwasher.

"Oh, you know me. Busy as a bee." Negan leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. His tattoos peaked out of his shirt sleeves, the cross of his arms showing his tonearms. The tattoos ran down his arms, and Y/N kept eating, trying to focus; she wanted to hit herself, "It's going to be a great little trip, ya know?" The young woman gulped her food, watching the man shoot her a playful wink.

Her cheeks turned pink, hearing her father and mother enter the kitchen behind her. "Alright, we need to get this show on the road," Her father said, coming up to his daughter, still kissing her forehead, "Good morning, sweetheart. Do you have everything?"

"Yes, Dad, I am as ready as you are." She playfully rolled her eyes at her dad, throwing her dish in the dishwasher. "We have our first dinner tonight at 8PM!" Her father started to lock the back doors around them, shutting the blinds on their open windows, "Once we land and settle in, you girls will have to do some shopping!" Her father pointed his finger at the women like he was scolding them, causing a laugh from both.

Each year when they arrived, they had to do the "annual shopping trip," her mother called it. There were three "dinners" or "parties" throughout the ten days of being down there. The first was the welcome of every part of the company; the highest people in the company would meet down in Florida. The first dinner was usually at a fancy hotel, and dinner was usually catered. The second dinner was the main event on the eighth day. The place changed each year. It usually started around mid-afternoon, which that night was the third event; the after-party.

The less fancy..party.

The annual shopping trip meant dresses for every three parties. They would also get what they wanted today while shopping; the boys usually hung around playing the arcade shopping for Max games. Of course, Max and William had their outfits ready for each party; imagine taking a twelve-year-old boy for a fitting tux on vacation.

Yeah, not the brightest idea. Still was hard to do back home.

"That's my time with my Y/N; how would I forget." Y/N felt a little embarrassed, but her mother meant well. "Mother, please." She said through her bright smile, hearing Max's feet flee down the stairs. She kept wanting to shift back over to Negan to see if he was looking at her.

Y/N bit the inside of her mouth, letting her thoughts wander for a brief moment.

It was broken quickly by her younger brother.

"I found it," Max held up the charger, breathing fast, trying to catch his breath, and throwing it into his backpack.

"Alright, make sure you guys have everything and head to the car; the drivers have our stuff in the cars!" William instructed his family; Y/N knew she needed one more thing before she left.

Something she had always grabbed before the vacation since she was sixteen.

One of her old friends taught her how to get away with it for so long; a little risky, but who her father was, she felt safe.

"I'll be there just a second, Dad. I'm gonna run to the bathroom!" She headed for her room, hearing her dad telling her to be quick; Y/N quickly moved to her room, pushing it cracked.

Inside her vanity, a black box was found. It was metal, keeping the rolled-up blunts she had for the trip.

Y/N never hardly smoked marijuana, primarily through her late high school and college years. She stopped for a while just doing it during her vacations; it was relaxing sometimes.

It was easier to hide each year, keeping the black box in her makeup bag attached to her backpack. Usually, security scanned all of them through since each year they all went; it was more accessible than ever now. Y/N heard her door crack, which made her jump throwing it down into her bag.

She turned quickly, seeing the tall man in front of her; he eyed her keeping his smirk to himself. "Your dad is killin' me out there," Negan laughed, seeing her shorts ride up; on her knees, "You doing more than just using the bathroom?"

"It's none of your business," Y/N playfully replied, standing onto her feet and zipping it up her bag, "Maybe women's things." Negan snorted out a laugh, shaking his head at the young woman.

His hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, leaning against her bedroom door, eyeing her room down.

"Cute."

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, pushing him out of her room; shutting the door behind her. "Cut it out you ass!" Negan laughed at her playful push; they always nonchalantly flirted.

I mean, wouldn't you?

He was so fucking hot; Y/N didn't care if he was her father's age. She had a tiny crush on the older man; she also had to remember that it couldn't happen.

But at the same time, she wanted just to see, maybe.

It wouldn't hurt.

Y/N kept a gaze on her dad's boss for a moment, her hands still on his arm. The young woman realized pulling back from him was not too fast for him to notice her nervous actions. "I-uh-.." Y/N felt like she was in high school again; she couldn't even talk to a man, "We need to get going." She quickly smiled at Negan; he stayed in place for a moment. Which twisted up her stomach with butterflies, wondering about his next move.

Realizing how close he actually was to her.

Negan cleared his throat; he knew what he wanted. It was her. She had been seeing him for years; she was always beautiful. When he didn't see her for her eighteen and nineteen years, she changed so much at twenty.

She was absolutely stunning, with perfect curves. An ideal woman's body was a sight for sore eyes. Y/N was also easy to talk to; she had a boyfriend over those years.

Negan hated the jealousy he had; he couldn't help but ball his fist seeing his hands on her during that one trip. Negan knew Calvin's family, his dad, Luke, was a part of the business down in Gregoria. That's why Y/N moved down with Calvin to Georgia; he had a perfect job opportunity with his dad waiting.

Luke was over the company down in Georgia; Calvin was an only child. Negan always found him a man who wouldn't treat a woman right. His father wasn't much more different than that either; he cheated on his wife numerous times. She stayed honestly, probably for the money, acting like nothing had happened.

He knew Y/N and Calvin was not together anymore; he never knew the reason. He knows Y/N didn't go last year because of Calvin.

Negan missed her that year.

"Lead the way, Ms. L/N." Negan motioned for her to go first, and the butterflies slowly disappeared in her stomach with relief but also disappointment.

The two got into the cars leading them to the national airport in Chicago. It was a one-flight ticket down to Florida, about a three-hour flight to Miami. Three hours elbow to elbow with Negan.

When they arrived, the two drivers escorted them out of the vehicle; Y/N's sunglasses rested on the edge of her nose watching the men roll their luggage away to be put on the plane.

She was very used to planes, but they still made her nervous for the takeoff, which was the roughest for her. "Okay, dolls," her mother turned to her family, "Our terminal is 5. Have your tickets ready; they should just scan us through security."

"Looks like I'm sitting with you, sweetheart," Negan stood beside Y/N; she placed her glasses on her head. "Oh, I didn't notice." She poked her bottom lip out, pretending to reread her ticket; NeganNegan's lips curled up, snickering at her.

That was his friend and also co worker's daughter. He had to remind himself that at times, but something kept drawing him in. "Hm, it seems you are," Y/N glanced over at his ticket, "I bet you're so excited."

"You have no idea, baby." Y/N quickly heard him whisper under his breath, and her face went bright red.

Maybe she didn't hear him right; perhaps she was delusional.

"What?" Y/N quickly choked out; Negan knew he could get to her. "I said you have no idea! You're my buddy, right?" Negan raised his eyebrow smirking at her; her face was still red.

"Yeah, best of friends." She muttered softly, following her parents inside the airport doors. She must have heard him wrong; he would not call her baby. Especially her family feet away.

They were quickly escorted through security, heading to their terminal.

See easy..

The airport was busy; it was always busy this time of year and especially Christmas. They boarded the plane not long before, first in line heading to the aircraft's upper.

"Alright, sweetheart, you want the window seat?" Negan asked her, the two staring at their seats. They were three seats down from their parents. She knew she would need a drink for this trip, no matter how early it was.

"I would not mind the window seat; I mostly will be reading." Y/N wiggled her book up from her backpack, squeezing in to take her seat. Negan took the seat beside her, causing a chill down her spine. His arm grazed hers, setting her bag down below her legs. "What? Are you reading one of those sex books?" Negan leaned over and quietly whispered playfully to her; Y/N's face squinted with a giggle.

"Every good book has a few steamy scenes." She shrugged, piercing her lips to hide her blushing smile. Y/N started buckling herself up, and when going to make it tighter, the band was stuck. She pulled harder, fighting with the belt around her waist.

"Do you need help with that?" Negan teased; she just kept pulling the belt.

These stupid damn belts.

Negan's hands went to her waist, instantly pulling it tighter. Her hands were not far from his, and Y/N was not totally caught off guard by his help. "Thanks." Negan's arms returned to resting on the armrests, and Y/N tried to start her book. She kept observing the first chapter of her new book, You Shouldn't Have Come Here. She still could feel his arms close to her own, giving her the butterflies once more boiling in her stomach. How was being close to him making it feel like she had never been touched? How could he have this much of an effect on her?

"You like the reading thing, huh?" Negan pondered on Y/N and bit her lip, breathing out a laugh. "The reading thing?" The young woman questioned his wording, "That is what you call it?" Negan shrugged, his mouth curling up into a smile.

"Yes, I am into the reading thing, now shush." She gestured with her hand with a 'shush.' Finally, actually trying to start her book, turning to the next page.

"What am I supposed to do?" Negan broke out; her gaze moved from the words to his eyes. God, that beard made that man attractive; she wondered how he looked with no beard. "Maybe you should get into the reading thing," Y/N suggested, keeping her book between her fingers closed. "I have other things for my hobbies, doll." Negan eyes observed her own, moving down to her hands where she nervously dug into her sleeves.

Negan thought she looked cute; she was not wearing the usual revealing dresses. He knew those nights would come. Y/N always looked stunning during those events; her body showed through each dress. Each one always complimented her curves; red especially was her color.

Y/N tried to keep quiet, only answering Negan's random questions, most of which made her laugh. She was getting deeper into the book and the plane ride. They were finally served refreshments; she was on her second Memosia for the day. Negan ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks, still sipping his first glass.

Y/N knew she was nervous; she needed adrenaline to kick in; or the alcohol. Negan would joke about how she would be stumbling off the plane; Y/N knew she was pretty good with alcohol.

Most of the time.

Y/N also could have sworn she felt Negan's fingers graze hers sometimes; she kept her eyes on the words. She could not help but peer over sometimes, seeing if he was any closer. Sometimes it was hard to tell, but Y/N felt like he was closer to her than the first hour of the flight.

Finally, the words were music to her ears, and they were finally landing after three hours. Y/N glued her eyes on the outside, watching them get closer to the ground. "What are you most excited about the trip, doll?" Negan asked the younger woman; the plane shook slightly while the wheels rolled finally onto the ground.

"I always love the nights on the beach, even from the condo. Hearing the waves on the deck is nice enough." She admitted to Negan their conversations had been casual. He would shoot her a few questions here and there just to be able to talk to her. Negan just wanted to tease her; he loved watching her squirm, especially when she tried to hide it.

The pilot finally announced for them to depart from the plane exiting the terminal; Y/N saw her little brother waiting there for them. "You're so lucky you got to sit in first class; I had to sit beside this old man!" Max cringed, talking to his older sister while they waited on their parents.

"Well, I had to sit by an old man too." Y/N teased the man beside her, his face filled with a smile, but he pretended to be hurt by her comment holding his chest. "Man, sweetheart, breaking my heart." He put his own carry-own around his shoulders.

"There's mom and dad!" Max ran up to them just like they had been gone themselves on vacation. "Hey! How was it for you guys?" William wondered out loud to the others, wrapping his arms around his wife and son. "It was fine, Dad. I had a couple of drinks to keep me calm." Y/N grinned, "I guess I had pretty good company too." She motioned off to Negan.

"I had to sit beside an old man with long ear hair!" Max cringed once more, causing a laugh from everyone. Her fathers glanced over the information for them in his emails.

"I got us two cars for rent, sitting outside in parking spots 2A and 2B." Her father pointed at the map for everyone to see, "If you guys get the luggage, Me and Negan will get help to move cars around."

"Sounds good, man," Negan replied, hitting the back of his shoulder friendly, "We will see you guys soon." Negan turned to where Y/N saw his wink, following her dad. Her face couldn't help but beam red with a blush.

She loathed this man.

Not really, just his actions, his looks, his face…

He knew what he was doing; he had to, right? Y/N knew he wouldn't act like this, right? She literally let the anxiety and overthinking get to her.

"Come on, my loves, we have to go downstairs." Catherine grabbed Max's hand, and Y/N followed behind her mother and brother. The airport was crowded, she stayed close as possible. No matter how often they have been here, she still would get lost.

They made it to the escalator, escorting them down the stairs where each gate was for suitcases. "Remember, terminal five was ours." Catherine reminded her children, leading them off to where their luggage would be. One by one, they got their suitcases, along with Williams and Negan's.

Y/N noticed he just had a small carry-on, along with the bag he had with him now. Her luggage was half the size of his, probably everyone's luggage, to be honest. She could barely get it off the floor.

Negan and William found them beside their terminal exit arriving with a luggage carrier. Negan would be driving the black SUV to the condo while Y/N's family would operate in the red SUV. Her father would get two vehicles each year, especially since Y/N started to drive.

Y/N was so excited to see the condo; they always were so beautiful and secluded.

It was mid-afternoon. It was sunny out and extremely hot outside. This caused Y/N in the car to remove her sweatshirt; she was ready for a shower before going shopping. Getting into a new change of clothes sounded lovely, too; Y/N was glad she packed so much.

When they arrived at the condo, pulling up the long driveway, the gate let them in with the code. It was the most beautiful yet.

It was all white with wooding boarding on the sides. Lights hung on the front porch, bunch of cute chairs were very welcoming. From what she could see, the top floor had a whole round of a deck for them to watch the ocean behind them. The size was big, seeing a pool off to the side when pulling into the garage.

"Max doll, your room is right from ours," Catherine said, knowing Max was the first out of the car, running to his room to set up his games. They were quick out of the car, running to the door, "Alright, Y/N love, your room is left on top."

Y/N got out slowly, seeing Negan getting his stuff out of the car behind them. She held her sweatshirt close going inside where the kitchen was. It was a kitchen that reminded her of back home, very modern. The stairs were towards the front door, which was solid black.

She followed up the stairs turning left, seeing an open room filled with sunlight. Y/N entered the room; her bed had thick white sheets. Filled with bunches of pillows, mostly beach themed.

Beside the bed complimented wooden bed rests with shell-shaped lamps. The closest was beside the bed, still covered by the fuzzy rug underneath the bed. Beside the closet was a door to a master-size bathroom containing a walk-in shower.

The bed was pretty big, she guessed, a king, and the windows were wide big, letting her see the deck she had outside. There was a flat-screen above the full dresser in front of her bed.

After glancing over her room, she jumped on the bed, feeling herself sink in. She hummed slightly, closing her eyes and absorbing the comfort of the room. "You pack this much stuff and just gonna lay in bed?" She heard a playful grunt come from the hallway; Y/N sat up, sitting Negan placed her suitcase in her room, huffing out. She giggled, watching his hands sit on his hips. "You seem to have it." Y/N snickered, Negan rolling his eyes at the spoiled girl.

"Your daddy got you spoiled, huh?"

"Just a little." Y/N stood up, rolling it over to her closet, "I'm not as bad as Max." Negan stepped further into her room, gazing over her room. "By the looks of this room, sweetheart, you're the most spoilt." Negan chuckled, sitting on her bed; Y/N tried to swat him away with her hands.

"You're going to stink up my sheets with your sweaty self." Y/N laughed while Negan blocked her playful slaps to move. "Oh, you don't think you stink after the long trip?" Negan watched the young woman give up, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.

"No, I'm not the one was is wagging in luggage," Y/N smirked; she was leaning over, letting the tank reveal some of her cleavage. Negan's eyes tried to keep a gaze on her, letting his eyes wander back up. Her smirk seemed more seductive like she caught him looking at her chest.

Negan's mouth parted, not knowing a word to say. This wasn't their first-time inches apart today, but they were on a bed. "Don't you have more to help with downstairs?" Y/N mumbled; she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Huh-uh-yeah," his eyes still locked with hers, answering her question, "Your dad probably wondering where I'm at." Negan rubbed the back of his neck, for his nerves were getting the best of him. He stood from the bed, leaving Y/N sitting alone. Negan stood in his spot for a moment in the room.

"Yeah, don't want daddy seeing you in here." She said seductively, gazing over at Negan and watching him walk out. His face was red; he felt like he could feel the sweat drip down his forehead.

Y/N watched the older man leave, feeling the confidence sentence turn embarrassing; maybe she should not have said that. She covered her face, falling on the bed. She knew her parents would be ready soon to return to the shopping area, so they could be back in time to all get ready for the big dinner tonight at 8PM. Y/N gathered herself, finally getting up, going over to her suitcase, and hanging her clothes up. She had anything from comfy attire to cute little sundresses for days and nights out.

After getting her clothes into her closet, Y/N laid out a pair of blue jean shorts and a tied-up Hawaii-themed shirt to shop today. She desperately needed a shower, so she shut the door to her own bathroom, toiletries in hand.

All she could think of starting her shower was Negan. How tense it was becoming with him, how his attractiveness had grown.

The water was scolding hot, hitting her skin. Keeping her hair up still from not getting wet, she let herself relax there for a moment. Steam started to collect around the room, covering the glass around her. Maybe Negan was not attracted to her like she was to him? Or maybe Negan was too scared of what would happen if they messed around?

Maybe he was just a tease.

But what was Y/N?

A fucking tease as well.

A/N: Anyways, part two will be out shortly it was just too much of a chapter to be put together I have lots and lots of detail for this! The other half is pretty darn close to five thousand as well! So the warnings in chapter are included for BOTH PARTS😉

#negan smut #the walking dead #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #negan x y/n #negan fluff #negan x oc #negan x you #neganau #negansmithsmutseries #negansmith #negansmithxoc #neganxreadersmut #neganxreader #neganimagines #negantwd #negan the walking dead #neganfanfiction #twdfanfic #twd fanfiction #twdsmut #twdsmutseries #negansmithAU #negansmithauseries #negansmithxyou #negansmithxyousmut #negansmith x coworkers daughter

[lukeevangelista]

i need beech with a youngest hughes sister that goes to providence and maybe they live together

Youngest Sister Hughes - Johnny Beecher

I’m assuming providence college? 👀

I’m also changing it slightly to be older then Luke, but younger than Jack.

Can she be friends with Moyni too?

Yeah of course, she can bc I’m writing it

Enjoy

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“Do you have to go to class?” Johnny murmured into the back of your neck as his arm tightened around your waist.

“Unfortunately,” you groaned as your head fell back onto your pillow after snoozing your alarm, “I don’t want to go as much as you don’t want me to go.”

You felt him snuggle closer as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. Your alarm went off once again, you letting out a huff as you flung the blanket off of you, Johnny grumbling at your actions.

“You uncovered me too, ya know?” He rolled his eyes as he leaned up against the headboard, his hands tucked behind his head as he watched you dig through your shared closet.

You and Johnny had been together for almost two years, you two meeting when Jack played with him on the development team. You had decided to move out of Michigan to go to school in Providence.

Once Johnny had signed and went pro, he had asked you if you wanted to finally move in, considering he would be closer to you; to which you obviously agreed to. You two had decided to find a place about half way so it would be fair for both of you; him for work and you for school.

Patrick Moynihan lived in the same building as you two, him telling you above the vacant apartment above his when you had told him you and Johnny were going to be living together.

“Are you and Patty carpooling today?” He asked as he watched you slip on one of his old US sweatshirts, “Ya know, that looks good on you.” He said as he eyed the number ‘17’ on your right shoulder.

“I think so,” you replied as you tugged on a pair of leggings, him still watching you as you pulled your hair back with a claw clip, “I wouldn’t see why not. We do every Friday and I haven’t heard any different.”

Fridays around the Providence area made you nervous, especially driving. You were okay in regular traffic, but heavy traffic caused your anxiety to sky rocket.

“Okay good.” He said as he finally crawled out of bed, “I just didn’t want you to be driving by yourself.” He continued, “It’s supposed to be bad today with the weather and the traffic.”

“So you really do care?” You grinned as he made his way over to you, placing your hands on his bare chest.

“Of course I do.” He said, wrapping his arms around you, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“A shitty one.”

“Way to ruin the moment.”

**

You had finished getting ready in the bathroom as Johnny jumped in the shower.

You two were currently brushing your teeth, you getting ready to head out the door as you brushed with one hand and packed your backpack with the other.

You quickly walked back to the bathroom, spitting in the sink before rinsing your mouth, him doing the same.

“You’re coming to the game, right?” Johnny asked as he followed you down the stairs in search for his keys.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You said as you tossed your backpack on your shoulders before patting yourself down, “Phone. ID card.. wallet… wallet!” You shrugged your backpack off in search of your wallet, “Shit where is it?”

“Missing this?” Johnny asked as he leaned over the counter in the middle of the kitchen, holding your wallet towards you.

“You’re the best.” You snatched the wallet from him before rounding the counter to press a kiss to his cheek.

You quickly tossed it into your bag before slinging it onto your shoulder. You grabbed your water bottle, unscrewing it as you walked towards the fridge, filling it up.

“You need to hurry before you make you and Moyni late.”

“Shit- yeah.” You grumbled under your breath as you screwed the lid back on as you heard a knock on the door, “Love you!” You hollered behind you as you made your way to the door.

“Love you more!” He replied, “Don’t forget! 7:30 tonight!” Johnny called after you as shut the door behind you.

“What is he talking about?” Patrick asked as you two walked towards the elevator, him quickly pressing the button.

“Jack is in town. They’re playing tonight.” You sighed, “Another thing to add to my list.”

“At least today is the last day of classes before break.” He said, “Let’s make today a good day.”

“Easier said than done.”

***

“Well that was absolutely terrible.” You groaned as you got into Patty’s car.

“It could be worse.”

“Oh no, that was pretty bad.” You sarcastically chuckled, “I really don’t think today could get any worse.”

“Oh boy.” Patrick said as he was looking at his phone before showing you the screen, “There’s a back up on the highway. We’re gonna be pushing it to make it to Boston.” He said.

Patty was going with you to the game tonight, mainly because of where it was Jersey playing and the fact two of his best friends would be playing against each other.

“Hey, where is your charger?” 

“Shit.” Patty said as he looked towards you, letting out a groan, “I took it out when I cleaned my car and forgot to put it back in.”

“Nice going Moynihan.” You sighed as you watched him wince. 

“Great,” he shook his head as he clicked the power button on his phone multiple times, “Mine just died too.” 

“Man what good luck we have.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Johnny is going to lose it.”

“Oh yeah he is.” Patty agreed as he tossed the car into reverse, “Get comfy; this is going to be along drive.”

“Great.” You grumbled under your breath as you finally approached the traffic that Patrick’s phone had predicted, “As long as it took to get here, you’d think it would have been cleaned up by now.”

“I know.” He sighed as he leaned back in the seat, getting comfortable as you two came to a halt, “You realize you’re not going to be able to get ready, right?” He asked as he looked over at you. 

“I figured,” You nodded as you slumped down in your seat as well, your eyes meeting his, “I’m just glad I’m not driving.”

“Lord me too.” He let out a low chuckle, “So what do you want to talk about for the next hour?” He asked. 

“Fuck off.”

“I like that topic too.”

**

“Where were you?” Johnny all but shouted as soon as he saw you after the game. You and Patty had missed the entire game by the time the traffic had started moving. You knew Johnny would have been home by the time you made it back to your apartment complex so you didn't even attempt to drive to Boston. 

The NHL app had told you the game was over; Boston being beaten by New Jersey 5-3. 

You watched as Johnny paced the living room, seeing Jack come out of the bathroom; his eyes finding you almost immediately. 

“You’re okay.” He said as he crossed over to you, “You had us so worried.”

“Why weren’t you answering the phone Y/N?” Johnny asked as he watched you melt into Jacks embrace.

“My phone died and Pat didn’t have his charger in the car. Dumbass took it out.” You said as you wrapped your arms around Jack, thankful that he was being calm out of the two, “and then his phone died so we had no way to contact anyone and we got caught in the traffic from that pileup. It was terrible.” 

Jack swayed you two back and forth, your head buried in his chest, but your eyes still caught a glimpse of Johnny, who was still pacing, worry still on his face. 

“Well, I’m just glad you’re okay.” Jack said, “You had us all worried when no one heard from you. I stayed behind just in case something had happened.” he continued, “but you need to call Quinn. I called him to see if he had heard from you and now he’s stressed out too, especially with him being so far away.”

“I will.” You softly chuckled at the thought of your oldest brother basically pulling his hair out over you; which wasn't anything new. 

“You-you’re laughing right now.” Johnny shook his head as his jaw slacked, “I can’t believe you had us this worried, me on the verge of calling the cops and everyone we know, and you’re here standing in front of me, laughing? Unbelievable.” 

“I’m gonna head out.” Jack murmured from above you as he gave you tight squeeze before letting you go, “I was supposed to be at the hotel a couple of hours ago.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. 

“It’s okay.” He said, “You’re safe and that’s all that matters.”

Jack gathered his stuff before he gave you another hug, giving a ‘bro hug’ to Johnny, “Don’t do anything stupid Beecher.” 

Jack left quietly after that as you stood staring at the ground.

“I’m sorry you know..” You muttered as you watched Johnny’s eyes shoot towards you.

“You’re.. sorry?” He chuckled, “You don’t realize how worried I was about you! Hell, you had half of the team worried too! And your brother!” He shouted, you slightly flinching back at his tone.

“My phone fucking died!” You matched his tone as you didn’t back down, “What the fuck did you expect me to do?! Send a fucking pigeon or a smoke signal?!” 

Johnny didn’t respond as he turned around on the balls of his feet, making his way up the stairs. 

“Well fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you pulled your hair out of the clip. 

You shook your hair out as you walked up the stairs and into your bedroom, seeing Johnny already in bed, on his back with the blanket pulled up to his chest as he scrolled through his phone. His eyes glanced towards you, but they were back to whatever peaked his interest on his phone just as quick. 

You rolled your eyes as you walked towards the en suite, changing into your pajamas, brushing your teeth, and taking off any makeup that was left over from the long day you had experienced. 

You made your way towards the bed, seeing Johnny now on his left side, facing away from you as you snuggled under the blankets, turning on your right side, your back to him.

‘Two can play this game.’ You thought to yourself as you grabbed your phone, scrolling through Instagram. 

The room was insanely quiet and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You locked your phone before plugging it into the charger, lying it on the nightstand on your side of the bed. You quickly turned off the lamp before getting comfortable under the blanket. 

You heard a sigh coming from Johnny as you felt the bed move, an arm sneaking under the blanket before curling itself around your waist, pulling your back into Johnny’s chest.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, “I don’t want to go to bed angry at you. I just- I was just worried. I didn’t know if you were dead or what happened.” he continued, “I didn’t know what to do and I just snapped.”

“We’ll talk about it all tomorrow.” You whispered as your hand ran up and down his forearm, “Get some rest J.”

#Johnny Beecher imagine #johnny beecher #soft thoughts w/ari #aris 1k celly

[vodika-vibes]

“We don't want you to be hurt ever, cyare. Not even to make us better. That's what it means to love someone."

😭 IM CRYING I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

They're so soft and warm and loving. It's what they deserve. All of them.

@moonwrecked

Rynn giggles from where she's sitting at the top of the rock wall, a broad grin dances across her face as she looks down at the men still climbing up the wall. "D'ya need some help?" She asks, her eyes sparkling with laughter. Scorch, who's closest to the top simply because he was the first to start climbing, tilts his head back to look at her, there's laughter on his face as well, "You know, you wouldn't have climbed so fast if you weren't a cheater, Princess." She presses a hand to her heart, "Cheat? Me? I would never!" "No? What do you call using the force to bounce up the wall like a mountain goat?" Scorch asks as he continues to climb. "Cheating." Sev says from slightly below Scorch. "Using my natural talents." Rynn says with a sniff. "Not cheating." "Jedi aren't allowed to take part in sporting events because everyone knows that the force is an innate cheat code." Scorch says, grunting in exertion as he hefts himself to the top of the wall and then flops over on top of Rynn, "Victory! In your face, Sev! I got here first." "Yeah, yeah. Only because you started before me." Sev says as he hoists himself to the top of the wall as well. And then he grins at Rynn, "Come here, baby. Don't I deserve a kiss for playing by the rules rather than cheating like Cheaty McCheaterson here." Rynn giggles as Scorch releases a deeply offended gasp, and then flings his arms tightly around her, "No. Mine. I got here first." Sev scoots around his brother, and presses a feather light kiss to Rynn's forehead, and then catches her lips in a kiss. He, quite happily, ignores Scorch's indignant noises. "You snooze, you lose, vod." Sev says with a grin, before he hooks a clip to the zipline that will bring him down to the next part of the obstacle course. Scorch releases a huff, and quickly kisses Rynn, "Love you. But I have to win." "Well then, you'd better hurry." Rynn says with a grin, and then Scorch is gone, and she grins at the sound of Scorch and Sev bickering. She then looks down at the bottom of the rock wall, "Are you going to take part too, love?" Boss smirks up at her, "Nope. Come on down, gorgeous." He takes a step back as she jumps from the top of the wall to land lightly at his side, and he immediately folds her in his arms, "We both know I'd beat them anyway." Rynn's head falls back as she bursts into laughter.

#star wars #star wars au #competent jedi au

[frozenlight-gvf]

Strawberry Wine: Part Three

pairing: barn au: danny × fem!reader enemies to lovers)

summary: after a terrible accident, y/n finds herself hurting in more ways than one.

word count: 2.6k

warnings (for this part): talk of injury, a small bit of angst… not many warnings tbh

a/n: this is the final part… for now! who knows, in the future i might find myself needing to write more for this series so idk we shall see i suppose!! also, i listened to “need you now” by lady a while writing the beginning of this part so maybe give it a good listen if you have the desire to do so

***

The afternoon sun spilled onto the worn carpet of your bedroom, creating a bright, warm spot for your cat to curl up in. She was snoozing blissfully as you stared up at the ceiling, your fingers fidgeting with the old cotton quilt on your bed. The breakfast your mother brought you sat untouched on your bedside table. It had been two days of being bedridden, and you were just about ready to claw your own eyes out. 

Doctor’s orders were no reading, no TV, no physical activity of any kind, and no horses until you were feeling better. To make matters worse, Susannah canceled all lessons for the rest of the month to make sure you had plenty of time to heal, which meant that the ranch was devastatingly quiet and still. You missed hearing the giggles of little girls and the laughter between friends that would ring through the trees and dance through the tall grass. But for the rest of July, the only people at Nightingale Ranch would be you, Susannah, and Daniel.

Out your bedroom window, you had a good view of the barn. You spent most of your time staring through the glass, watching the breeze make waves over the fields and the sun inch slowly across the sky. But you also watched Daniel work. Even without lessons being held, someone still had to take care of the horses. 

He had a job to do, and you understood that. 

But you didn’t understand why he hadn’t come to visit you even once. 

The last time you two spoke was when you were discharged from the ER the night of your fall. Your mother on one side of the bed, Daniel on the other, the nurse looked between the two as he shared instructions for taking care of you over the next few days. And Daniel had been nodding along and listening intently. 

They rolled you out in a wheelchair. You knew you were fully capable of walking, but when you tried to protest, the nurse, your mother, and Daniel shut you down. Daniel’s hands were loose on the handlebars as he pushed you through the sliding doors of the hospital exit out into the darkened parking lot, your mother walking beside Danny and poring over the stapled packet the nurse had handed her detailing a daily schedule for grade two concussion aftercare. She mumbled through it, occasionally making her words clear so Daniel could hear. The three of you approached Susannah’s dusty, decades-old silver SUV.

“She should take Tylenol instead of Advil if she’s hurting. Something about ‘risk of bleeding?’”

Daniel nodded. Like he’d personally be the one handing you the pills and holding a bottle of water to your lips. 

“Rest up, Y/N,” Daniel said, pressing one of his hands to your shoulder. “I, uh… just– let me know if you need anything.”

You smiled as you watched him cross the parking lot, heading towards his pickup. The red glow of his tail lights slowly pulled away as your mother helped you into the passenger seat of her car. You wished he was the one driving you home. You wished he would squeeze your hand tight and press kisses on the tops of your cheeks and tell you how much he loved you. 

Soft knocks at your bedroom door brought you back to reality.

“Honey? You hungry for lunch?” Susannah pushed the door open and leaned on the doorknob. Her greying hair was twisted up in a claw clip, and a light button-up hung from her narrow frame.

You shook your head, quickly wiping a tear. But not before your mother could notice. 

“Oh, sweetie…” she said, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. Her gentle hands stroked your hair. “I know you’re frustrated. And I know you miss your students and the horses. But you gotta give your brain time to heal up.”

You only nodded, your throat squeezed up tight, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without crying. A small swell of relief washed through you at the thought that your mother perhaps didn’t know the exact reason for your tears.

Susannah clucked her tongue in sympathy, her eyebrows knitting together. 

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked quietly, still petting your head. 

She then paused, noticing how you wouldn’t meet her eyes. She followed your gaze out the window and towards the barn, where Daniel was outside, walking Guinevere back from the pasture. 

A moment of knowing silence between a mother and her lonely daughter.

“Do you want me to bring him up to see you?”

Your heart froze. You knew she had seen the way Daniel had rescued you. How he had cared for you and sat by your bed in the emergency room, making sure you never once woke up from your fitful bursts of sleep alone. 

“No, mama,” you responded, your voice slightly hoarse. Truthfully, you wanted to see him more than anything. But you wanted him to want to, not to do so at the order of his boss.

“Are you sure? I know I’m not the best company,” she said with a little laugh.

She sighed, pressing her lips into a thin line, searching for her words.

“He cares about you, baby.”

“No, he doesn’t—“

She put up a hand, stopping you.

“But you have to let him care.”

With that, she gave you a few pats on your leg and stood up to leave. You watched her close the door, leaving you with her words hanging in the air like swords about to drop and slice you into pieces.

How were you supposed to just let Daniel care about you? Especially since he hasn’t made any effort to convince you to do so?

You wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again. You hadn’t always had claws. But after getting used and heartbroken by one too many careless men, you had decided to stop being soft. You couldn’t afford it anymore.

~~~

The sun had finished its journey across the sky, sending the landscape outside your window into a deep blue darkness. The warm lamp beside your bed kept the night at bay, and with the loss of the sunshine, your cat decided your lap was a more preferable place to sleep.

More soft knocks at your door.

“I’m not hungry, mama.”

The figure that appeared behind the opening door was much taller and broader than your mother.

Daniel looked out of place in your bedroom— too rugged for such a soft place.

You shot up, sitting against the headboard of the bed, your jaw slightly clenched. Daniel gave a timid wave. He stalled in the doorway, looking around your room with gentle eyes. His gaze roamed, catching on framed pictures, stuffed animals, and glow-in-the-dark stars somehow still stuck on the ceiling above your bed. Your cat chirped and hopped off your lap, purring as she wove between Daniel’s ankles.

He cleared his throat softly and spoke in a quiet voice. “How are you feeling?”

You swallowed, trying to find your voice after hardly speaking in a couple days. “I’m fine.”

There were countless unspoken words in the way he was looking at you. You waited for him to explain his behavior in the emergency room, why he hasn’t come to see you, why he was here now, why he could be so intimate with you and then pretend it never happened, why he never stopped teasing you—

“Are you?”

“What?” 

“Are you fine?” he said, clearing his throat again and looking down.

You stared at him, then your eyes fell to your fidgeting fingers, your tongue darting out to relieve your dry lips. You found yourself shaking your head. Your jaw was clenched tight.

He nodded, still standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Um. Is there… anything I can do?”

You couldn’t help it. You let out a bitter chuckle. How did he not know that all you wanted was to be held by him? Or maybe he did know, and this whole thing was just another cruel torment.

“Did my mom tell you to come up here?” Your eyes flicked back up to study his face. 

“What?”

“My mom. Did she tell you to check on me?”

He sighed, his head falling slightly. He took a deep breath, and released it as he spoke. His shoulders slumped as he gently, nervously tapped his fist on the doorknob.

“She, uhh… she suggested it, yeah.”

You nodded sharply, your suspicions confirmed. You ground your teeth. 

“You can go.”

Daniel’s head shot up, his eyes confused, bordering on pathetic.

“I said, you can go. You obviously don’t want to be here. You’ve checked me off your chore list, so you can go home now, Daniel.”

Your words came out sour, bursting off your tongue like scorching sparks. The anger within you was simmering, and it made your fragile head hurt. 

“You’re not a chore, Y/N.”

The softness of his voice gave you pause for just a moment, but you were growing tired of his extremes— you either got the caring gentleman or the quippy rogue. You just wanted the truth.

“I clearly am. Anything your boss tells you to take care of is a chore.”

“She didn’t force me to do anything, Y/N—“

“I don’t want you here.”

Daniel scoffed, his hand flying up in a gesture of frustration. His voice was raspy with quiet irritation.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

As he turned to leave, you raised your voice, and he stopped.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

He turned back around, one of his hands rubbing his forehead, as if he was the one with the concussion. His voice was sharp.

“I’m here now, and you just told me to leave. I feel like that’s a good enough explanation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want me here!” He took a breath to compose himself, shrugging. “Turns out I was right.”

You ground your teeth. For the thousandth time, you found yourself at an impasse with Daniel. You two just stared at each other for a moment. More unspoken words were exchanged that neither of you wanted to give life to.

“Do you want me to go?” Daniel asked softly, his eyes darting up from the floor. His gaze almost looked vulnerable.

“No.”

He nodded. Daniel walked into your bedroom, stepping carefully, like the floor was made of porcelain. He sat softly on the edge of your bed, being mindful of his work jeans on your covers. He put his hand over yours, stilling your fidgeting fingers.

Your eyes met. The moment felt quiet. The tension had eased slightly now that he was touching you.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been checking on you.”

“It’s alright. I… I should’ve made it more clear that I wanted you to check on me.”

“No, this is on me, heiress,” he said, chuckling lightly. “Don’t fight me on this. Let me take this one.”

You smiled in spite of yourself, your head dropping. One of his fingers touched your chin to make you face him. Your breath caught, your eyes wide. His touch trailed along your jaw, then he tucked your hair behind your ear, as if to see your face better. His hand settled gently on the back of your neck.

His eyes darted over your every feature, like he was drinking in your visage. You saw Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He took a deep breath. 

He started to lean in, but stopped when you flinched a bit in surprise. His voice was desperate and raspy, laced with apology.

“Are you gonna fight me on this?”

You shook your head, bringing one of your hands up to where his shoulder met with his neck. “No.”

You leaned in the rest of the way and let your lips meet. As opposed to every other time you found yourself this close to Daniel, the energy now was peaceful. Your mouths moved in tandem, the usual fevered vigor replaced with tender softness. His hand on the back of your neck brought you close to him, his other hand on your quilt-covered thigh. You couldn’t help the feeling of hope that rose within you– the hope that maybe you’d share more kisses like this with Daniel, rather than always being nothing but fire and poison with him.

He pulled away after a minute or two— not because he wanted the kiss to end, but because he wanted to look at your face again. A soft smile graced his lips, and it spread up to his eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light. 

“My mom will kill you if she finds you up here kissing me,” you whispered with a blushing smile. 

“Then she’ll just have to kill me.”

He leaned back in for another quick kiss, and you giggled against your will. You felt lighter, barely noticing the night outside your window.

~~~

Susannah opened your bedroom door the next morning, carrying a little knowing smile rather than a breakfast plate. 

“How’d you sleep last night?”

You froze for a moment, hoping that Danny’s escape out your window last night after making out for hours and his subsequent climb down the trellis didn’t wake your mother. 

“Good. You?”

She still hasn’t lost her smirk. Your hope was fading.

“Someone has a little surprise for you.”

Your hope was suddenly back, and it was back in spades.

“What?” you asked, unable to keep the smile out of your voice.

Susannah came to your bedside, helping you out of bed. You decided not to push her supportive hand out from under your arm like you have done the past couple days. You let her accompany you down the stairs and out onto the front porch, the fresh air and the warmth on your skin feeling euphoric after being caged up.

Daniel stood at the bottom of the wooden porch steps, holding a picnic basket in one of his hands and a blanket over his arm.

He looked endearingly shy as he shrugged slightly and spoke.

“I figured you might want to spend some time outside.”

You heard him leave off “with me” from the end of that sentence.

Susannah took her hand off of you, letting you go to Daniel. You were surprised she was even allowing you to be outside; she kept saying that the sun in your eyes might hurt your head. But right now, the sunshine felt like a balm to your soul. Or maybe it was Daniel smiling at you.

You descended the few steps towards him, wobbling only once. Daniel reached out his free hand, offering you his help. You took it. 

Strawberry juice dripped down your chin. Daniel leaned forward and wiped it off with his thumb. He smirked as he brought the finger to his mouth, letting the sweetness spread over his tongue.

He had laid the blanket out in the back pasture, and Guinevere was grazing lazily nearby. You didn’t learn until later that Daniel had led her out earlier that morning so that you could be near her. A small gesture, but one that meant the world to you.

Daniel suddenly laid down on the blanket, pulling you on top of him. He was warm and solid, something wonderful to hold onto. 

He tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled up at you. 

Words of “what are we?” and “where do we go from here?” threatened to drip from the tip of your tongue and splash onto his cheerful face. But you held them back.

Right now, you didn’t care what the two of you were. Or what you might someday turn out to be, or not to be. All you knew was that this felt good. This felt good for you right now. And that was enough. 

Kisses like strawberry wine in the sunshine were enough.

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