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wanderingelvis · 7 months

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Hey I don’t know if your doing requests rn but I had this idea. Maybe like an innocent reader x Elvis and she broke a glass and cut herself on accident and she keeps apologizing because her dad would get mad at her for that and he has to convince her it’s not her fault. Maybe ending in smut? Whatever you wanna do I just thought it was a cool idea

Thank you for the request! I really hope you like it! 🧚

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Word Count: 2,649

Pairing: Late 60s!Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of ab*se (verbal and physical)

You were a little ball of sunshine in Elvis' life. A sensitive little ball of sunshine at that. You quite often reminded Elvis of a little puppy dog, just eager and desperate for his love and attention, always looking at him with those big, round eyes of yours, filled with admiration and adoration for the big old man.

Your love for Elvis didn't come from nowhere though, he equally showered you with affection and love from the moment he first interacted with you. He became enamoured with your playful and soft giggles and your incessant babbling that he found utterly adorable.

Elvis picked up early on that you had some underlying issues. He would notice you flinch at a loud noise or a raised voice, the way you'd instantly stop talking if someone began to speak over you, the way you'd trip over your words when any sort of confrontation would occur. He knew that there must have been something in your past that had created those behaviours and he was right.

You opened up to him about your past and your upbringing early on in your relationship with Elvis after Elvis had asked you about your childhood. You'd told Elvis tentatively, all about the tense and aggressive environment that you grew up in, and even when you'd trip over you words or start to feel anxious when recalling the events, Elvis hushed you, telling you to take your time, everything was okay and that you were his special girl now.

Since then, you'd really gone from strength to strength, you were this little diamond on Elvis' arm, charming everyone just like Elvis did, and together, you really were the new 'it' couple.

You were so eager to please everyone but most importantly Elvis, that you would wear yourself out, trying so hard to impress him that you'd often end up becoming drowsy at 8pm, nodding off in Elvis' strong hold as he would laugh and chat with the Mafia.

Elvis didn't mind one bit, he thought there was no cuter sight than you drifting off whilst clinging to him as if he were your security blanket or nighttime teddy bear. Once Elvis was sure that you'd be fully asleep, he'd always excuse himself from whatever was going on to carry you to your shared room and put you into bed, knowing that the worst thing for you would be to fall asleep only to be woken up by someone getting drunk and starting to holler and wake you up and mess up your routine.

You truly were Elvis' little baby, he treated you like a princess and you truly were head over heels in love with the big, old, rockstar.

The two of you being the social butterflies you were meant that you loved a crowded house, hosting parties for any event, Christmas, Halloween, 4th of July - heck, even if it was a Friday, that would be enough to warrant an extravagant party.

And that's exactly what had happened, a lavish party in December had taken place in Graceland where the Mafia, their wives, a few fans and fellow musicians had all attended in what could only have been described as an 'early Christmas' in Graceland, with endless drinks, cigars, and laughter.

It was about 3am and everyone had left apart from a few members of the Mafia, Lamar, Sonny, Charlie and Joe, all in the Jungle room relaxing with you nestled into Elvis' side, completely wiped and a little tipsy from the expensive champagne that Elvis had let you drink.

"Why dontchu be a doll n'go n'get us some drinks eh, Y/N? Might wanna make a start on the mess while yer at it?" Charlie laughed, nodding at you.

You blinked a couple of times and rubbed your eyes, the excitement of the party taking its toll on your little body before you nodded, pushing your body up from where it rested by Elvis.

"That how you talk to a little girl huh, Charlie? No wonder you're goddamn single," Elvis retorted sharply, with an ever so bitter chuckle at the end of his pointed comment, clearly agitated at some other fella telling you what to do.

See, Elvis knew that you craved praise and even more so, you were absolutely desperate to avoid any sort of conflict or trouble, so you'd always do anything that anyone asked of you. Naturally, this could lead to people taking advantage of your sweet state but that's where Elvis was perfect for you. His authoritative and dominant presence meant that people would seldom cross him just to get you to do some task they were too lazy to do.

Elvis reached over with his cold, ring clad fingers wrapping around your tender wrist, holding you in place. "Uh-uh." Elvis tsked, making you stop in your tracks. "Don't you move baby, Charlie's a big boy, he can get himself a drink if he needs one."

"Oh, no, Elvis it's okay! Really, I don't mind, it's okay!" You said earnestly.

"I know you don't mind darlin', but you're readin' your fun little magazine, no need for you to be bothered hm? Charlie can do it himself just fine." Elvis said, just about managing to shoot Charlie another stern look.

"S'okay! I was gon' get myself a drink anyways! A hot lemon and tea, I think I hurt my throat from how much I was talkin'!" You sleepily giggled, the angelic sound quelling Elvis' frustrations, you were just so heavenly. Elvis equally knew that you'd just be sitting and feeling anxious if he kept you by his side so he released his tender grip on you, tapping his cheek with his finger, indicating he wanted a kiss from you.

You complied docilely, bending down to press a kiss on Elvis cheek, a soft giggle leaving your lips afterwards as you skipped off to the kitchen, leaving Charlie to the wrath of Elvis.

You carefully prepared the tea and got Charlie's favourite drink sorted too - an Old Fashioned, biting down on your lip as you tried to get the measurements just right!

It wasn't until you were carrying the tray of tea and cocktails that everything fell apart - quite literally.

The damned carpet corner wasn't properly pinned down, making you trip over your own feet just like Bambi, sending the tray, along with its contents flying and tumbling down onto the pristine carpet, the glass and china shattering everywhere.

You gasped and immediately your heart dropped and sheer panic set in. Your clumsiness, whilst adored by Elvis, had not been your fathers favourite trait of yours, with violent punishments incurring whenever you'd make a little mistake and those punishments had had a lasting impact on you. Obviously, this caused your body to go into automatic panic and defence as you knelt down, trying to clear up the glass and china shards before anyone that heard the accident came running through.

As tears began to pool in your eyes, making your vision cloudy and your breathing became erratic with panic and fear of being punished, you didn't even register the shards of glass cutting through the skin on your knees and the palms of your hands.

You began to create more mess than tidy it as droplets of blood now began to drip onto the carpet as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, smudging the pretty black eye makeup Elvis had so lovingly put on you for the party.

That's when you began to hear footsteps and you dared not look up when you heard Elvis' familiar deep Southern voice.

"Baby?" Elvis said lowly, concern lacing his voice that you mistook for disappointment.

"M'sorry, m'sorry, p-please don't be mad, p-please, I didn't m-mean it," You stuttered with a shaky, cracked voice, stopping every couple of words to sniffle as you cowered into yourself like a frightened little puppy, scared of anything that might approach it.

As Elvis' concern grew rapidly, his demeanour softened, knowing that you were now in an extra fragile and sensitive state and you needed to be treated delicately.

So that's how the big man ended up slowly walked over to you, rolling up the sleeves on his silk shirt and crouching down so that he could be on your level - even if he was still towering over you.

"Ssh baby, s'okay, I'm not mad with you princess." Elvis hushed, reaching out to gently to push away the hair that had fallen in front of your pretty face, making sure to be as tender as he could be as to not startle you as he knew you were frightened of any sudden contact.

You flinched ever so slightly as Elvis touched you, sniffling as you tried to steady your panic, your wet lashes fluttering up to meet Elvis' concerned gaze.

"Do ya think you can tell me what happened little one?" Elvis asked as his eyes scanned the scene, realising how badly you'd hurt yourself.

Your eyes widened as you began to recall what happened. "I-I-, um, I, tried to get the, get the drinks and I got um, um, tripped over, by the carpet, I didn't mean it, I didn't m-mean it, I p-promise!" You said shakily, panic beginning to set in again which Elvis picked up on immediately.

"Uh uh baby, you're gettin' yerself all worked up aren't ya?" Elvis soothed, and you nodded, your chest still erratically rising and falling as you hiccupped through tears. You nodded feverishly, your shaky hand wiping away snot and tears.

"M'sorry! It was just an accident, I promise, I'll c-clean it all up, I p-promise." You whimpered.

"I know it was an accident baby, we all have accidents don't we hm?" Elvis cooed, trying to soothe you and calm you down. "Accidents happen, it's okay honey, I ain't mad, I ain't mad at all." Elvis tried to reassure as you trembled opposite him, your hands still in a bloodied mess along with your knees.

Elvis knew that your sudden panicky and frightened little state was the result of your father, beating you and verbally abusing you at any possible chance he had, particularly when an incident like this would happen. He knew that you'd revert back to the child-like state that you'd first experienced the abuse in, but he knew it was now his job and responsibility to look after you and take care of you and make you feel better and feel loved.

"I d-didn't mean it, p-promise." You mewled softly, growing calmer but still tender and frightened.

Elvis nodded understandingly, holding eye contact with you, wanting to make it absolutely clear to you that you weren't in any trouble and nothing was bad was going to happen to you whilst you were in his care.

"I know you didn't sweet girl. You were just doin' yer best weren't you honey? You did nothin' wrong, you were busy bein' a good girl and gettin' Charlie a drink for him." Elvis praised, knowing you needed it. "What happened to yer hands n'knees little one?" Elvis asked, pointing to your injuries.

You hadn't even acknowledged that you were hurt or bleeding, your mind far too occupied with fear. Your eyes widened cutely as you blinked a few times, realising how bad your hands really were as you held them up in front of you. Elvis watched you, his attempt to get your mind to stop panicking was working.

"I, um, I hurt them," You said quietly, your voice trailing off as you studied your hands. "They hurt." You whimpered slightly, the realisation of what had happened setting in, as well as the pain.

"They look sore don't they honey?" Elvis observed and you nodded, successfully distracted from the internalised fear that had consumed you. "I think we need to get you cleaned up little one, make you feel all good n'better? What do you think princess?" Elvis asked calmly.

Again, you nodded, your habit of becoming ever-so-slightly more non-verbal kicking in when you were upset and scared and overstimulated. "Okay..." You replied, with the small word being all you could muster.

"Okay." Elvis repeated in confirmation with a reassuring nod. "Now, I'm gon' help you up little 'un, then I'm gon' get the fellas outta here, they've had enough partyin' for one night, then we're gon' get you cleaned up and into our nice big, warm, bed, how does that sound Y/N?" Elvis said to you gently.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as your damp eyelashes fluttered and you scanned the mess around you on the floor. "B-But I need to clean up my mess." You stuttered.

"Oh little one, no, no this will all get cleaned by the staff who are comin' to sort out the mess from the party 'kay? Your only job is to let me clean you up and feel better, okay little girl?" Elvis said with a raised eyebrow as you sniffled and reached out for him, desperately craving physically affection from him. "Careful pretty girl, I don't wanna hurt yer pretty little hands now, do I? M'gon pick you up from your elbows, okay?" Elvis told you, standing back up before leaning down and slowly hauling you up from under your arms, making sure as to not cause you any more harm.

Once you were up, Elvis quickly dashed to the Jungle room to get rid of the remaining guys, explaining the situation to them before they all told Elvis that they hoped you were okay. They all thought of you as a little gem of a girl and they all had a soft spot for you. They were also protective of you, perhaps not as much as Elvis was, but they all knew you were a sweet girl and they all sincerely hoped you'd feel better as quickly as possible.

Elvis then carried you up the stairs and straight to your bathroom, setting you on the bathroom counter where your legs dangled and your cheeks were sticky with dried tears and smudged eyeliner.

Elvis spent the next couple of hours cleaning you, carefully getting rid of any glass that was stuck in your skin and applying cream and ointment onto your wounds, pressing a comforting kiss to your forehead every time you winced from the anti-septic.

"Hurts." You cried as you recoiled every time Elvis applied anti-septic onto your body somewhere.

"I know it does baby, I know it does, but you're bein' such a brave girl f'me, aren't you? That's right, bein' so brave f'me, m'so proud of you." Elvis cooed. "But this is going to make you better so you gotta keep bein' a brave girl for me, just a little bit more medicine and then we'll go to bed little one." Elvis assured.

Sweet nothings and words of comfort and praise kept coming from Elvis as he continued to clean you up, change you out of your sweet little pink party dress, put your pyjamas on for you and get you all cuddled up into bed.

Exhaustion consumed you, overwhelming you and making your whole body feel heavy as you sank into the big, plush bed that you and Elvis shared.

You glanced up at Elvis who settled in next to you, your big eyes gazing up at him. "Promise I didn't mean it, promise I'm sorry." You mumbled feebly.

Elvis sighed, looking down at you as he cupped your face with his large hand that had so delicately looked after you all evening. "I know baby, you ain't got nothin' t'be sorry about princess. There ain't no need to be worried little one, yer with me now baby, I ain't ever gon' be mad atchu, okay? Now, you need to rest, you're overwhelmed baby, but m'gon be right here when you wake up and m'gon make you pancakes for bein' such a good girl f'me tonight." Elvis smiled, watching as a sleepy smile crept onto your face.

"Love you." You lazily hummed before you closed your eyes.

Elvis didn't sleep until he knew you were sleeping soundly, his little sunshine.

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dungeonpuppykai · 2 months

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|| The Storms ||

Description: A day in the life of the Storm family.

Pairing: Dad!Johnny Storm | Mom!You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Johnny Storm.

Warning(s): None of the explicit sort. Fluff, Johnny and his spawns being proper little menaces, stressed out human mom Y/n, mild marital affection, authoritative father!Johnny towards the end, d/s undertones.

Note: Yes, this is very much a coping fic lmfao. The reason why this doesn't have a teaser is because it was supposed to be a drabble. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

Read the nsfw part 2 here.

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Getting to trust and then dating Johnny storm was one thing. But marrying him and having kids with him?

One word.

Chaotic.

And as your youngest (at the moment) burst into the scorching flames all of your others had also done at her age, you had to step back before pinching the bridge of your nose to attempt composure. The smell of burning cloth and wood hit your nose before the alarm went off and water sprayed out, causing you to close your eyes as you focused on your breathing to remain calm.

You liked to believe you had rather mastered your ability to cope with your little superhuman family's antics.

"Hey, little Princess~" you heard your husband's much proud and smug coo from behind you before you could call out for him. Good. Your daughter who was still very much orange and in flames giggled and clapped her chubby little hands at the sight of her father, the fire control system having extinguished everything around her but not quite the source.

"Dada!" The little ball of fire reached out for Johnny, the cause of all of this, and cackled along with the man when he easily picked her up as she was, unfazed by the heat. And though he absolutely adored his kids anyways, your husband was especially sweet right now.

Because it was a triumphant moment for him.

Ever since your eldest had inherited his power, you two betted everytime you got pregnant whether the next baby would be like you or him.

And you had just lost yet again.

It seemed your genes did not even try against your husband's extraordinary ones.

"Ohhh look at this here little Bree Storm following into her Daddy's footsteps!" You rolled your eyes and sighed, spinning on your heels before trudging to the kitchen while your husband baby-talked to your daughter.

Great.

You loved your family and were very grateful for them.

But it would be nice if at least one of your kids took after you and your ordinariness.

Because five hyperenergetic, extremely naughty and robust superhuman children along with their father who was honestly no better than them at times were a tad bit much for a very human you at times.

And as you stepped into the kitchen, the scene unfolding before you pushed aside any guilt regarding the annoyance that you were feeling in this moment.

Because Torus, your eldest (8), who had recently learnt how to fly was bolting across the expanse of the kitchen as he urged his successor, Axel (6), to follow into his stance, instructing her on how she could trigger the flight.

The son you had had after them, Sonny (5), was happily sitting on a counter and swinging his legs back and forth with the marshmallow jar placed next to him as he fished one out, s'mored it and then put it in his mouth.

The older of your youngest ones, Jacqui (4) was 'drawing' on a fine, much expensive canvas (if you said so yourself) that Johnny had gotten her when he had realized her artistic edge. The girl was seated in the safest spot as opposed to her siblings; on the floor. Only, she was using her hot red index finger to trace the patterns into the surface of the canvas instead of on it.

You willed your widened eyes into closing again as you did another breathing exercise, the water from the fire extinguisher system still dripping down your nose that was so accustomed to the smell of fire that you didn't even mind it much anymore.

Now your mind contemplated whether or not to call Johnny for help. Because it was a running challenge between you two that all of Daddy's babies needed him, which included you; the original one. But you liked to deny and prove that you could manage it on your own without him and did not need his constant help to handle your own kids.

Except you did, but you would never admit it.

Though when Torus hit one of the lights that hung from the ceiling like the brat he was -something Johnny said the boy inherited from you, like he himself was any better- and almost knocked the cover and his own eye out, you decided pride could wait for now.

"Johnny!" You bellowed, causing the little deviants to look up with a startle only to start giggling when they realized that it was just you. A pout made its way on your lips as you huffed. Unbelievable!

"Yes, sweeth…" Your husband appeared in the doorway after having put Bree in one of Jacqui's old rompers.

Your kids' clothes were all made of the same material as that of Johnny's uniform that they had managed to recreate at the lab. This was done to prevent wastage of the expensive baby clothes that he liked to personally shop for every child independent of your buyings.

But this time around you had only bought regular clothes as you had felt sure Bree was like you.

Oh, Johnny was so gonna tease your futile confidence for months!

The bratty lot squealed and bolted past you to hide behind their dad, pretending to cower from your nonexistent wrath. "DADDY, SAVE US!" They cried in unison, drowning out your husband's voice in their playful cries that had a mix of knowing giggles and plotting hushed whispers in them.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you pursed your lips tightly, shaking your head while eyeing them with an unimpressed look.

This was routine.

They would cause all kinds of chaos known to man and then the moment you tried to put your foot down -which was hard enough for you as it was because their faces that were such a perfect and synchronized mix of the one you loved so much in addition to your own were very hard to stay mad at-, Daddy was being summoned and put between your bodies like a rock.

Oftentimes a traitorous rock for you, if you said so yourself.

All their personalities were variants of his and Johnny made his pride and support for his naughty little clones very obvious.

"Ho, ho, ho!" You heaved another sigh as you shook your head at the comical way your husband widened his brilliant blue eyes. "What is this that I am hearing?! What is going on?!" Johnny deepened his voice to mimic an authoritative one. "Daddy demands an explanation for this cruel commotion!" As the brats cheered, your annoyed eyes turned to him and his playfully puffed out chest deflated fast.

Pushing one hip out, you raised an eyebrow and put a foot out to tap against the ground, cocking your head to the side. "You do, do you, Daddy?" The firmness in your tone had him spring up and turn to the kids to shush them like the most obedient husband ever.

"That was for you little miscreants!" Now it was your turn to be smug as you smirked and jutted your chest out proudly. "You know the rule! No one misbehaves with Mommy and everyone obeys her!" The kids whined and tossed themselves left and right, the little lot now shuffling away from him and in your legs to be saved from the cruelty of their father.

"Sorry, mommyyyyy!" You could not help but snicker as you shook your head at the wailing cuties, nodding at Johnny to stop when he went to reprimand them further only for your sake as you knew he did not like doing it on his own account.

"To the breakfast table, all of you!" As the group shuffled before marching to their ordered destination like the most well-behaved little superhumans ever, you knew there was strength in numbers.

"So you see, Mommy…" A silent gasp escaped you when your husband's huge and hot hand crept along your waist from behind before grasping one of your hips, mouth against the shell of your ear. "All of Daddy's babies need him" Bree, who was still enveloped in one of his arms, giggled and clapped as if in agreement. The baby girl loved to see you two just existing together in marital bliss.

You snorted and rolled your eyes -a habit that had gotten you in trouble with him a handful of times- before holding your hands out for your toddler who gladly eased down and into your hold. "Well then," you paused to peck at your daughter's feather-soft rosy cheek. "Daddy should sit his big butt down and eat up so he can remain strong for his babies" your daughter cackled when Johnny clicked his tongue in disapproval after doing one of his dramatic gasps only for you to pinch him by the ear before dragging him behind you and towards your spawns.

"Language, please– wooaaah!" Bree's siblings joined in on the giggling and you couldn't help but follow suit when Johnny's big body awkwardly flailed as it bent downwards in your direction to keep up, plopping down in the Daddy chair at his end of the table when you finally approached it.

"Now, honey" you said after putting your toddler in her high chair and placing her baby plate in front of her, approaching your husband's seat as you waited for him to finish serving the kids. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he went along joking and scooping.

"Yes, my sweets?" That earned him collective cringed out retches from the older kids and you. "Hmmm…" You could just imagine his conspiratorial smirk. "I don't know why but it smells like grounding season in here" Bree unknowingly blinked at her siblings' denying whines as she chomped on her baby food. "That's what I thought." You rolled your eyes at Johnny's smug snicker as he reinforced his authority, reveling in the apologies that were presented to him.

You waited for the commotion to die down before speaking. "Hun, would you be so kind as to tell our superkids about what we have decided?" Johnny took a bite of his toast that you shook your head at since he offered it to you first, nodding with a hum and clearing his mouth out with a swallow before he continued on with your request.

"Of course, dear" he twisted a little to give the first forkful of his eggs to you as you weren't eating yet. "Okay, now." Facing your extraordinary lot, Johnny began. "Mommy and I have been discussing this for quite some time now and we have come to a mutual agreement" if it were not for Johnny now using his dad voice, you could just imagine Sonny asking him what mutual meant and then Torus calling him stupid only for Axel to defend her favorite brother and the conversation fading into chaos.

But no one messed with Daddy when he meant business.

A blush crept up your cheeks at the thought.

The contrast between his usual bubbly self and authoritative father when it was needed was something even you had to admit was impressive.

And extremely attractive.

You were more the pushover parent, helpless at the hands of your maternal impulses and the softheartedness that you had for the brats. But Johnny… He could play around as the fun parent all day long and then put his foot down as a strict father like it was nothing.

Only he could have your deviants all line up in place like it wasn't his spoiling them that turned them into the little brats that they were in the first place.

But you did not actually mind their natures because, not that you were the sappy pro-birth kind of a weirdo mom, they were the best thing you had ever done.

For they were the product of the love and bond that you shared with the best man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Johnny.

Your Johnny.

You slightly jumped as Jacqui squealed at something your husband said only to lower her head and mutter out an apology when Johnny glanced at her, the ordeal breaking you out of your reverie. You could swear your kids had better intelligence and coherence than other kids their ages.

"Thank you, Jacqui" he firmly nodded at the girl who could pass off as his literal doppelganger because of how alike their faces were, only hers had a femininity to it. "Now, back to the discussion; house rules" though none of them whined, the scowls on their faces made you snort. "I am sorry, Mommy" you bit your lip as he only half turned his head to look over his shoulder. "But will you care to share what was so funny about that?" Your cheeks pinked and suddenly you were nothing but his little girl again.

"N- Nothing, sir" that was the name he was called by the one who misbehaved.

"I see" the edge to his tone made you mirror Jacqui until he turned away. "So, as I was saying before I was interrupted by two of my best girls…" He shot you both one last firm look before continuing. "Torus, no more flying in the house, buddy. We have been over this a couple times already at this point and…" The boy peeked up at his father through his thick blonde fringe as he munched on his cherry tomato. "Not cool" Johnny shook his head for emphasis. "It's a safety hazard."

You hummed in agreement, nodding authoritatively like you hadn't just been handled in a similar manner.

"And everything that is dangerous like showing cool little tricks to the neighbors' kids" Axel lowered her head as her father's gaze set on her to make her feel called out. "Or making s'mores yourself" Sonny hid his face behind his plate when the older man leaned towards him. "Or using anything other than paints and colors to draw" Jacqui was pouting exactly like the man speaking to her did when he was annoyed, playing with her eggs quietly. "Will get you in serious trouble" he paused momentarily. "But above all, misbehaving with or disobeying Mommy, who looks after you all day long and loves you all so much, will earn you a talk with me from now on" they visibly shuddered at the thought.

Johnny clapped his hands in a concluding manner now. "So I advise we all be good from now and respect her" then his stern tone changed to a more heartfelt one. "Because we can seriously hurt her if we're not careful" you softly pouted and squeezed his shoulders a little, feeling a bit conscious of your differences all of a sudden. "Now you guys don't want to hurt your Mama, do you?" The way they vehemently shook their little heads at once made your heart swell and you cooed, forgetting all about your momentary insecurity.

"No, Mommy!" Torus and Sonny reassured you.

"We love you so much!" Axel, being the most emotionally intelligent one, looked nearly concerned.

"Never wanna hurt you, Mama" Jacqui's earnest words made your heart melt and you were enveloping her in your arms before you knew it.

"Oh, sweetie. I know you don't" kissing her forehead, you reached for Sonny as he was making grabby hands for you from beside her. And before you knew it, Axel and Torus came rushing to you from across the table, the bunch wrapping around you as kisses and reassurances were showered on you.

Though you couldn't see it, Johnny was smiling at the sight before him with pure adoration in his eyes as your giggles rang in the kitchen that had been witness to nearly every sound of your lives.

Disagreements, chatter, laughter, cries, make ups, retches, moans, coos, wails, chuckles and love.

Pure, concentrated, genuine, tender, ever-strong, unconditional love.

"SUPERHUMAN SANDWICH!" As Johnny did his loud and deep monster voice before jumping up to collect Bree in his arms to collapse on you all to create a tangle of limbs, you craned your neck backwards to look up at his billion dollar smile. Your husband's laughter mixed with that of your kids as you held them tight, feeling your heart swell but only momentarily since you had to break into a series of alarmed shrieks when he turned the sandwich into a tickle fight.

Yes, your family was a fireball of superhuman menace.

But the chaos made them who they were.

Yours.

And there was not a thing you'd change about it.

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woso-fan13 · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023: 30 (uswnt)

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer…”

Football is life, something you and Dani Rojas clearly agree on. From an early age you had given everything to the sport. In return, the sport has given you a career and a family.

All that being said, as much as you loved soccer, you had your limits. And sometimes, you were ready to be subbed out.

—-

A lot of this could have been easily prevented. It wasn’t. You could have looked up second sooner and noticed that the other player was also planning on going up to head the ball. Coach could have saved a sub to use in case of emergency. Neither of these things happened.

What had happened was that you collided heads with another player. You both landed on the ground, dazed. Your opponent recovered after a moment, pushing herself to her feet. You moved to do the same but stopped as you felt the world spinning and your vision going fuzzy. Having had too many, you were an expert in concussions and you knew enough to know that you just earned yourself one.

You stayed seated on the ground, waiting for the medics to come help you off of the field. They were taking a long time. Your teammates must have been thinking the same, as you could hear them voicing their confusion and frustration around you.

You hear a pair of feet stop in front of you. You look up, ready to let the medic know that you have a concussion and need to be subbed out. You’re instead met with a striped shirt and a whistle. One of the refs, which is strange.

“The game’s almost over and you’re out of subs, you’ll be fine for the rest, right?”

You want to argue, but he’s gone before you can process what he said. He’s right though, football is life. You can push through the next 4 minutes, you just need to get to your feet.

You, surprisingly make it almost 3.5 minutes. You don’t actively participate, but you are able to receive and pass a ball, so you’ll give yourself some credit. As the timer moves from minutes to seconds left, though, your brain tries to voice its displeasure. Your vision is wavy as you sway on your feet. You reach out for something to steady you.

“Shit,” you hear a voice say as an arm moves around your back to support you, “hang on, kiddo.”

You’re not completely sure who’s voice that is. You think it might be Sonny’s, but it’s really a wild guess.

You must make some sound, probably a groan, because the voice starts speaking again.

“I know buddy, I know it hurts. There’s not much longer, then we’ll get you out of here. Okay?”

You try to nod in response, regretting that decision as a new wave of pain shoots through your head. This causes your vision to blur completely as you feel arms wrap even more firmly around you. Just as you hear the final whistle, you fall unconscious.

Emily tries her very best to keep you from hitting the ground.

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

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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daydreaming about (nomad style) mean daddy biker!steve: he mocks you for trying to fit both his balls in your mouth, he said if you can then he’ll finally give your puffy clit a break 😣 he’s been such a bully and you haven’t come for days !! he loves when you’re all needy and following him around like a lost puppy, almost as much as he loves winding you up in front of his friends 😵‍💫

he’ll show up to their guys night at the bar with you on his arm (breaking one of the rules about guys nights: no girls! but it’s ok bc you’re the cute, sweet and soft exception) he can’t help but smirk when you get squirmy and jumpy bc he’s tracing up your thigh to the creamy mess between your legs—he jerked off into your panties and made you wear them: “oh no, are they too tight for you, baby?” maybe they were, but he bought them for you! (with ulterior motives) “don’t worry, daddy will make them more comfy for you.” He said, unbuckling his belt, “pull them down for me, doll.”

🫡 @comfortcap PUFF PUFF 🫡

#it’s slutty hours #I’m so close to writing this just bc I MISS STEVE #daddy mocking for trying to fit balls in your mouth > anything else #it’s smutty filth I’ll use over and over again #mean biker steve #sonny loves balls #sonny drabbles #steve rogers #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #biker steve rogers #biker!steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x female reader

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wosoimagines · 1 year

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Traitor - Leah Williamson/Reader

part one | part two | part three | part four

prompt: Leah and R have started to pursue a relationship with each other. How long will it take for their fans and teammates who are unaware to catch on?

warnings: none

words: 2584

(Y/N) POV

“Do you have plans for this afternoon?”

I looked up at Leah who was standing in front of me. I checked my phone just to make sure that I was free.

“Totally free,” I said as I looked back up at her, “unless my beautiful girlfriend calls and just needs my attention for the rest of the day.”

“Yeah, in your dreams, (Y/L/N).”

“I don’t have plans, Leah,” I said as I stood up. I grabbed the hoodie from my locker. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go mini golfing with me.”

I paused at that. I hadn’t been since i was a kid.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Leah said as she nodded at me, “There’s this course, Lost Jungle London. Well, I haven’t played it but I’ve been wanting to and no one wants to go with me. I was wondering you would.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

I smiled at Leah before I pulled my hoodie over my head. I grabbed my bag and phone from locker as well before turning to face Leah again.

“How about afterwards we go out for pizza?” I suggested. Leah raised an eyebrow at that. “Come on, I’ve been cooking for both of us for the past few weeks. I don’t think it’ll hurt if we have one cheat meal. Besides, you can pay for mini golf and I can pay for the pizza.”

“Okay, but if we get in trouble-”

“We won’t get in trouble. I promise.”

Leah rolled her eyes at me as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders. I grinned as I wrapped my own arm around her waist as the two of us headed out of the locker room.

“Have you always been a rule breaker?”

I tilted my head as I looked over at Leah. Did she really think having one cheat meal was really breaking the rules?

“Leah, one cheat meal isn’t breaking the rules,” I said, causing Leah to look over at me, “I promise it isn’t. But yeah, I do have a thing for ignoring rules sometimes.”

“So you have always been a rule breaker!”

“Maybe that’s why I always get roomed with an older player,” I mused. It definitely had made sense that I was always rooming with an older player on the national team when I first joined considering how young I was, but now that I was nearing my mid-20s? “I wonder if Vlatko will let me room with someone other than the vets.”

“You mean to tell me that the national team rooms you with the vets every camp and you never found that weird?”

“I got to room with Kristie last time! But yeah, usually I room with Alex, Alyssa, or Becky,” I admitted. It definitely did seem weird now that I thought about it. “I’ll have to call Vlatko and ask if he can room me with Rose or Sonny.”

“Oh? Why those two?”

“Sonnett is a prankster. While not completely safe when you stay in the same room with her, you are more safe than others after she roomed with Becky and tried to prank her.”

“What do you mean ‘tried’?”

“Becky came back into the room too early and Sonnett was still in the middle of setting her prank up. Becky set it off creating a mess. Sonnett not only got an earful, but Becky also made her clean it up and run extra.”

“Oof, hate extra running.”

“I know, that’s why I don’t ask you to come when I run in the mornings.”

“Is that what you do before I get up?”

“Sometimes, if I have the time.”

“Okay, so why Lavelle?”

“Oh! If you room with Rose then you get to see Wilma more.”

“Wilma?”

“Yeah, Rose’s dog.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“Well, I mean, Rose and I always have fun together,” I shrugged. I didn’t really know who I would want to room with other than the vets I normally stayed with. “Besides, Rose is a really good singer. I dunno if you saw any of the videos from the Player’s Ball, but she can sing.”

The two of us slowed down as we came to Leah’s car. It was honestly rarer to see the two of us arrive separately now then together. We both moved to the back of the car to put our bags in the trunk before we got into the car.

“So, mini golfing and then pizza?”

“Mini golfing and then pizza, for sure,” I nodded.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I grinned as Leah sunk another ball into the hole. I definitely needed more practice at mini golf before we came back out.

“You know, for someone so competitive, you sure are sucking at this right now.”

“I don’t have to win everything I do,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Life isn’t always just one huge game. Sometimes you just got to have fun.”

“Huh, I don’t recall you saying that on our first date,” Leah said as she looked over at me. “If I remember correctly it was something like ‘I’m the best in the world at everything and no one can beat me’?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I nodded my head. I had gotten a little carried away after I had won my fourth game in a row. “I grew up playing arcade games. The arcade was in the back of the bowling alley. The closest putt-putt course was 4 hours away at least.”

“Mmm, I can already taste the victory,” Leah said as we moved onto the next hole.

“Pretty sure you could taste that after about 3 holes.”

“Well it’s only getting sweeter,” Leah grinned at me.

I shook my head but I enjoyed myself as we finished up our game. It was nice to just have fun with her. As we turned our clubs and balls back in, I waited until Leah had her back turned before I turned back to the worker behind the stand.

“You mind if I get her ball back?”

“You know you have to give the $15 for the game back, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that Leah wasn’t paying attention as I handed the worker the bills for the ball. “Thanks.”

I pocketed the red ball into the hoodie before I rushed to catch up with Leah. She glanced over her shoulder at me once she felt me lightly nudge her shoulder.

“What was that about?”

“They were just a fan,” I shrugged as Leah looked back at the stand. “Asked for a picture. How could I say no to that?”

“Yeah, sure,” Leah said as she ruffled my hair.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as we neared the car. I fished the phone from my pocket before rolling my eyes at the pictures that I had gotten. It was just pictures from Instagram of my afternoon with Leah. Sometimes I really hated being famous or being out in London with England’s captain.

I ignored the messages from my national teammates as Leah and I got into her car. I grinned as she held up the scorecard for a picture with me.

“You putting it on Instagram?” I asked her.

“Gotta make sure that everyone knows that I can at least beat you at mini golf,” Leah said as she turned to her phone.

I rolled my eyes at that as I shook my head. But I couldn’t help but stare at her as her nose scrunched up as she was focused on writing out her caption.

“You know, it’s creepy to stare.”

“Well, I can’t help it when I’m looking at a literal goddess.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

I groaned at that as I tossed my head back against my seat. I stuck my bottom lip out as I looked over at her.

“Not even a slice of pizza with you?”

“Maybe, it will get you that.”

I grinned as Leah started up the car before I pulled up my own Instagram so I could go like the picture that Leah posted.

It didn’t take us long to get to the pizza parlor or to even get a seat since it was the middle of the afternoon. There were a few people around us, but most people didn’t even look at us as we sat at our table. The afternoon was honestly going great for us both.

At least, it was until we were getting our drinks. I was a bit faster to get up that Leah was once the server knocked the drink over as they were reaching for it from the tray. I winced as the water got all over Leah’s shirt before she could stand up. I immediately was pulling the items out of the pocket of the hoodie before I pulled it off as Leah got up.

Both of us pretty much ignored the server’s apologies as I looked over Leah. She looked down where I was holding the hoodie out to her.

“No broken glass, right?”

“There was no broken glass,” Leah assured.

“Here, take the hoodie. You can run to the restroom and put it on,” I said as Leah took the hoodie from my hands. “Bring your shirt back out and I’ll carry it around with me so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Leah sent me a soft smile before she pressed a kiss to my cheek and heading to the restroom. I turned back to the server who was still apologizing, but I only told them it was an accident and asked if we could move elsewhere. Which Leah found me easily enough when she came back out from the restroom.

“All better?” I asked as Leah handed over her wet shirt.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, it’s what I’m here for. Someone has to be your knight in a hoodie.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I laid in the bed as I was texting Leah. It definitely sucked that we didn’t get to see each other right now, but we both had different national team commitments. I didn’t pay attention as Sonnett came out of the bathroom. At least not until she started to dig through my bags. I furrowed my brow in confusion as she started with my practice bag, but it was entirely possible that Sonnett had just put something in it earlier.

“Where is it?” Sonnett asked as she looked back at me.

I scratched the top of my head as I looked at her. I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Hey!” I called out as Sonnett started going through my suitcase. “Sonnett, what are you doing?”

“I’m looking for the hoodie.”

“I already told you that you can’t wear it,” I said as I laid back down. I wasn’t worried about Sonnett finding the hoodie.

“Yeah, well, I have the perfect outfit that it would go with and I gotta look good in case we meet a cute girl,” Sonnett said.

I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at her. Sonnett wasn’t always the most observant. That’s problem why she hadn’t even realized that I didn’t have the hoodie with me.

“Well, you’re out of luck,” I said, causing Sonnett to pause as she turned to look at me. “It’s not here. I didn’t bring it.”

“You didn’t bring it?”

“Nope.”

“Well, why not? You’re always looking for new patches for it.”

“i still am.”

“If it’s not here, then where is it?”

I paused before looking through Instagram until I found the picture that Kierra had posted of her and Leah. I turned my phone so that Sonnett could see the picture.

“Leah Williamson has your jersey? But-But she’s England’s captain, and you’re our future captain!”

“And?”

“And? And that makes you a traitor!”

“Because I wouldn’t let you wear the hoodie but Leah can wear it?”

Sonnett was nodding her head as there was a knock on the door. Sonnett was muttering under her breath about how unbelievable it was as she answered the door. No surprise, Becky was the one to walk in.

“Are you two okay? I could hear you across the hall,” Becky said as she looked at where I was laying on my bed. “If we need to, we’ll have Sonnett switch so I can stay with you, (Y/N).”

“No, everything’s okay,” I assured Becky.

“No. No! Everything is not okay!” Sonnett said, causing me to roll my eyes again. I swear the more time I spent around Sonnett, the more time I was convinced my eyes would roll out of my head one day. “She is a traitor! Okay?”

“You mean the fact that she’s dating Williamson?” Becky asked.

“Yeah, and did you know- Wait, what?” Sonnett asked as she realized what Becky had said. Sonnett turned to look at me. “You’re dating Captain England?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged my shoulders as Sonnett started to pace around. “I mean, we do play for the same team.”

“Now is not the time for your double meanings, (Y/L/N)!”

I chuckled at Sonnett as Becky looked between the two of us. I mostly ignored Sonnett’s mutterings as my phone rang. I grinned at the Facetime coming through from Leah.

“Hi, love,” Leah greeted.

“Hey.”

“No! No, absolutely not! This is not happening,” Sonnett said. I looked up at her as Sonnett snatched my phone from me.

“Oi! That’s my phone!”

I immediately scrambled up from my spot on the bed to pull Sonnett back onto the bed to try to wrestle my phone away from her, but she only dropped it on the floor. The two of us stared at it for a moment before we tried to fight to get off the bed first, but it didn’t matter as Becky picked up my phone.

“You can’t let her have it! She’s the future Captain America! She can’t be dating Captain England!”

“Sonnett, (Y/N)’s a big girl. She can date who she wants,” Becky said as she held my phone out to me. I grinned as I took the phone from Becky before turning my attention to Leah. “With that being said, you do have to end the call because we’re having a team meeting.”

I pouted as I looked up at Becky.

“But-”

“No buts. You’re both required to be there.”

We watched as Becky headed out of the room before I turned to glare at Sonnett.

“Way to go. Now we’re both in trouble,” I muttered.

“Me? You’re the one dating the enemy!”

“Oi! I’m still here, mate,” Leah called out.

“I’m not your ‘mate,’“ Sonnett said as she got off my bed to leave the room.

I sighed as I turned to look at Leah. I ran a hand through my hair.

“I’ll text you when we get done? If you aren’t busy...”

“I’ll call you. How about that?” Leah asked.

I softly smiled at that. I really had been hoping to get to talk to Leah for longer. It was harder for us to talk considering we were in completely different time zones.

“Keep that hoodie safe for me, yeah?” I asked. I waited until Leah nodded before a grin broke out on my face. “Good. As long as you wear it when I’m not near, you’re still wrapped up in my love.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

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shuchu · 2 years

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oh and maybe if u dont mind you could add some nsfw headcanons to touching drunk boys at my last request (〃ω〃) u dont have to if u dont want to ofc !!!!!! <333

༶•┈┈┈♛ drunk luxiem & shoto at a party ♛┈┈┈•༶

characters: vox akuma ; mysta rias ; luca kaneshiro ; ike eveland ; shu yamino ; shoto

cameos: elira pendora ; pomu rainpuff ; finana ryugu ; reimu endou ; nina kosaka ; millie parfait ; alban knox ; sonny brisko ; uki violeta ; fulgur ovid

take note: gn!reader ; streamer!reader ; contains NSFW material (minors dni) ; reader is in a relationship with the boys ; all of nijien meets up in person to throw a party celebrating the 1 year anniversary of nijien (to make writing the headcanons a little easier)

author notes: thank you anon for the request & the kind words!! ♡( ◡‿◡ ) your first ask is now in the shadow realm because when i was copying the rough draft onto here from my notes, i accidentally posted the unfinished work with your previous ask (ﾒ﹏ﾒ) but anyways, putting my idiocy aside (≧▽≦). this is my first official nsfw post so i hope that i did well and that this was to your liking! i found this kinda tough to write. i had to think of different party games the boys could play with other nijien members for the sfw part because i didn’t want there to be too many repeats (it gets boring imo). if any of the boys are ooc i’m sorry o(TヘTo). as usual, feel free to leave some feedback and/or send in requests! decorative dividers credit to: @/mykaesu on twt *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

vox

sfw

you and vox rocked up to the party, fashionably late

a few of the nijien members would come up to say hi to the both of you upon your arrival

you then split up with vox to go hang out and chat with people

you were in the middle of a conversation with pomu when you hear nina call you over to a table

when you get to the table you see that they’ve set it up for beer pong except that you’ve been told, they put shots of vodka in the plastic cups

you’d be put in a team with alban, reimu and mysta

when you ask, “who’s going to challenge us?”

you’d hear a familiar voice come from the opposite side of the table saying, “and that would be us my dear.”

you see vox, sonny, uki and finana standing opposite the 4 of you, with vox smirking at you

“well well well, if it isn’t my dear boyfriend…ready to be midrunk?”

“such bold words my love, let’s find out shall we?”

you take the ping pong ball and throw it skilfully into the plastic cup at the very front

“bingo, drink up babe.” vox downs it in one go and licks his lips after, looking right at you as he did that

it was vox’s go and he also, got it in the cup at the very front, he looks at you waiting for you to pick it up

you huff and down it in one go as well before moving to the side to let alban have his turn

as the game went on, it was obvious that both you and vox were pretty good at aiming because the both of you were the ones downing most of the shots

in the end, your group won and vox had to down the remaining shots on behalf of his group as a punishment

you walked to vox and smiled, “you have to eat your words now because i won.”

“hmm…i only lost because uki and finana kept missing the balls, alban and reimu were surprisingly pretty good so you had an advantage. don’t let the win get to your head my love.” he chuckles and leans down to give you a kiss

as the night goes on, you and vox had many drinks with your friends, having fun chatting and hanging out with them

nsfw

reimu, pomu and nina pulled you onto the dance floor to dance and by that time you were already drunk

the four of you were dancing to your hearts’ content before you feel a hand snake around your waist and your back met a firm wall of muscle

“having fun my love?” you hear a familiar voice whisper in your right ear.

you know that it’s your boyfriend, so you smirk, a devious plan forming in your head

you started moving your hips slowly, swaying to the rhythm of the music, hearing vox groan in your ear

“sweet thing, you better take responsibility for what’s about to come after this.” vox leans down, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck

after a while, you feel something hard pressing against your ass and you smile knowing you’ve achieved your goal

vox spins you around, presses you close to him and captures your lips in a heated kiss

as the both of you are making out, vox slides his hand down from your waist to your ass, gently kneading it

vox pulls away from you and leads you to a secluded area, he sits down and you straddle him

“now that we’re alone…kinda…” he chuckles. “shall we…continue what you started darling?”

you giggled and started moving your hips again slowly, vox planted his hands on your hips and squeezed, admiring how incredibly sexy you looked right now

vox groaned again and moved his hand to your lower back, pulling you close to him and latching his lips onto your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin

you moan softly and tilt your head back, giving him more access to your neck. you feel a slight pain and you gasp, as vox leaves a hickey on your neck

vox kisses up to your jaw then your lips, pulling apart briefly just to say, “we’re going back to the hotel sweet thing, you can’t keep teasing me like this.”

mysta

sfw

when you and mysta arrive at the party, you’d both go round saying hi and chatting with your friends for a little bit

mysta then suggests that the both of you play some mario kart with shu and luca

you both have such a fun time playing mario kart with them

mysta would mald because he would get last place every cup, making you laugh when he rages

“ohhh COME ON!! i was 1st place and all because i got fucked by so many red shells, i got pushed all the way down to last!”

luca laughs and makes that funny snoring noise from tik tok, “AAAAUUGGGHH.”

mysta chuckles and makes the same noise too, “AAAAUUUGGGHHH red shells.”

after mario kart, both you and mysta decided to challenge each other to beer pong and to make it even more fun, you replaced the beer with vodka

“ready to get trashed in vodka pong babe?”

“says you, you’re going to be drunk by the end of this from all the shots that you’ll have to down.”

“nah nah nah…i’m sure i’m going to win, my aim is pretty good if i do say so myself.”

mysta was able to get the first few ping pong balls in and so did you, however, the vodka shots were impacting mysta’s ability to throw his ping pong ball properly for his following attempts so he ended up having to down more vodka shots

you, on the other hand, didn’t have to down as many as mysta did because he kept missing the cups

you ended up winning and having 3 cups untouched on your side

“what were you saying earlier babe? about winning?” you taunted

mysta hiccups and says, “s-shut up, the alcohol impacted my ability to throw the ball well okay? down the rest of your shots babe.”

“hmm okay, why not?” you say as you pick up the remaining cups to down them

after that, the both of you split off to hang out and chat with different friends, playing different party games with them as well

nsfw

while you were chatting with nina and uki, you didn’t notice mysta sneak up behind you until you feel his arms wrap around you and his chin on your shoulder

you put your hand on his arm and brush your thumb slowly against it. “hey babe, what’s up?”

“i missed you baby so i wanted to come see you.”

you giggle and excuse yourself from the conversation to tend to your obviously drunk boyfriend

nina and uki see what’s going on, they give each other a look, chuckle and wish you good luck before walking away

you turn around in mysta’s embrace to face him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and giving him a few pecks on the lips. “you’re adorable.”

mysta pouts at that and says, “no i’m not, i’m cool. not cute, cool, babe.”

you hum and giggle at your boyfriend’s words

mysta leans forward to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss, nipping at your lower lip slightly

when you pull back a little to catch your breath, mysta looks into your eyes, then down to your lips with hooded eyes and back to your eyes before licking his lips. “you’re so sexy, you know that right?”

you chuckle and kiss the tip of his nose gently. “oookay you’re DRUNK drunk…”

“noooo, i’m not drunk” he hiccups. “i…i…i want more…” mysta leans in again to kiss you

he kisses from your lips to your jaw then down to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin a little, eliciting a soft moan from you

he takes your hand in his and guides it to his crotch, you gasp feeling how hard he is under the fabric

“b-babe, we shouldn’t do this here…let’s continue this back at the hotel okay?” you feel your face burning and you try to pull away from mysta, hoping that none of your friends were watching your obvious pda

after much whining from mysta, you managed to convince him to return with you to the hotel where the both of you continued your fun. wink wonk

luca

sfw

“oi, luca! i challenge both you and y/n to darts, loser drinks!” alban shouts across the room.

“sure! we’re coming!” luca grabs your hand and walks to where alban is

“what’s the punishment drink alban?” you question

“tequilla.” alban gives you a cheeky grin

the game commences and the three of you were surprisingly tied in score

“alright one last dart for the each of us” alban announces

alban hits a bullseye, you hit a double 20 and luca hits a single 20

“arrghhh nauuurrr, i lost.” luca grumbles

“you gotta drink the shot of tequilla now luca!” alban says gleafully

luca shakes a little bit of salt on the back of his hand, licks it up, takes the cup and drains it before sucking on a lime

after that, you and luca went to chat with your friends

mysta, elira, pomu and shoto would ask the both of you to join them for karaoke

you and luca would sing so many different songs with your friends, having a ton of fun singing fun songs like all stars, barbie girl and the rick roll song

you and luca would take turns getting drinks from the bar for each other if the other is singing

luca ends up drinking many mixed drinks throughout the night — vodka cranberries, lemon martinis and espresso martinis

whereas you end up drinking a few sangrias and raspberry cosmopoliltans

you were tipsy at best but luca was gone, he was drunk from all those mixed drinks he was drinking

nsfw

luca and you were sitting together on the couch, chatting with millie, pomu, finana, sonny, uki and fulgur with a bunch of tequilla shots on the table in the middle in case any of you wanted some

out of the blue, luca leaned to the right to whisper in your ear, “sit on my lap babe, i wanna cuddle you.”

the request seemed innocent enough so you obliged, lifting yourself up and moving to the left to sit on luca’s lap

luca’s big tattooed arms wrap around you once you made yourself comfortable on his lap

you then start engaging in conversation again with your friends that were sitting around the table

luca would reach out to grab the salt shaker and a shot of tequilla with a lime resting on the side of the cup to drink to a few more shots

luca waits till you finish your conversation before whispering in your ear again, “babe, can i borrow your hand for a second?”

you would think that he wanted to hold your hand but luca holds your hand gently, flips it over so your palm’s facing down and pours a small amount of salt on it

luca reaches out to grab a shot of tequilla, licks up the salt on the back of your hand slowly, downing the shot and sucking on the lime that was perched on the side of the cup

after he was done with the lime, he brought the back of your hand back up to his lips placing soft gentle kisses all over

luca turned his attention to your neck, leaving kisses on it as well

“mmm…babe…your skin is so soft, i just wanna bite it and kiss it.” b-boss? o_O

your face burned up from luca’s actions and words, “l-luca, don’t…we’re still with our friends. you can do that later…”

luca hums and grabs your face gently by your chin, turning you to face him. he leans in and brushes his lips against yours slowly, whispering against your lips, “it’s okay, it’s not like they are paying attention to us now. but if you really want we can move to the other side of the room where there’s lesser people.”

you nod and stand up, excusing the both of you from the conversation with your friends

after luca plops down onto the couch, he pulls you onto his lap again, making you straddle him

he leans forward and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, with his hands running up and down your back leisurely

he kisses you till you’re lightheaded and you had to pull back to come up for breath, he chases your lips, wanting more

“honey…i don’t think i can control myself any longer, i want more.”

“l-let’s head back to the hotel then luca, we can continue there okay?”

ike

sfw

“babe shall we go play some mario kart? with shu and mysta perhaps?”

“yeah sure babe, let’s go ask them.”

after the both of got a hold of shu and mysta, you guys headed towards the bean bags set up around the tv near the centre of the room

ike looks at you with a playful grin, “you’re going down babe.”

you smirk at him, “oh yeah? watch me eveland.”

the first round, you got 1st place with ike close behind in 2nd, shu in 3rd and mysta in 4th

“oh COME ON! if i had hit you with that red shell just seconds before you crossed the finish line, i would’ve won.” ike grumbles

“sorry ikey, maybe you’ll beat me in the next round.” you taunt

true enough, ike won the second match with you in second, mysta in 3rd and shu in 4th

at the end of the cup, you ended up with the most points, with ike 1 point behind you, shu in 3rd and mysta in 4th

you and ike laugh as the both of you watch mysta rage at losing to shu by a point

ike interlocks his fingers with yours, “congrats on the win my love, would you like some drinks? we can chill at the bar for a little bit and chat with whoever’s there.”

you both head to the bar and you see vox and nina sipping on some cocktails and chatting

you and ike both greet them before ordering your drinks

you got a margarita, whereas ike got a sapphire martini

ike and you sat at the bar sipping and chatting away with vox and nina

after a few drinks you start to see the effects of alcohol hitting ike, he was getting a little louder and bolder as he spoke

ike kept drinking a few more different drinks, ordering a blue lagoon margarita and a lagoon punch, whereas you had stopped for the night, knowing that if you went any further, you’d be drunk

after chatting a bit more, vox and nina took their leave, so did the both of you

you guided ike to a couch where ike plopped down and rested his head against the back of the couch

you chuckled, knowing that ike was definitely intoxicated

nsfw

you were looking at your phone, scrolling through twitter and seeing your twitter feed fill up with fan art of all of nijien partying so you like a few of them and retweet a few

“you look so adorable when you smile babe.”

you turn your head around to see ike grinning at you, then, you realise that while you've been looking through all the fan art you must've been smiling

"aww thank you ikey, you're pretty adorable right now too." you giggle

ike turns to his right slightly so that he can face you and moves closer to you

you put your phone away and turn to face ike too

he grabs your chin gently with his slender fingers to tilt your head up slightly and leans forward to gently press a soft kiss to your lips

he pulls away slowly, his hot breath fanning your lips

he looks into your eyes, back to your lips and back to your eyes again before leaning in to kiss you again

ike's hands moved from your chin, down your neck and finally resting on your chest

he brushes over your nipple slightly through the fabric, making you gasp into the kiss

ike takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, your tongues tangling with each other

ike pulls back just a little to let you catch your breath, he hums and licks his lips, "you taste sweet, sweetheart...i want more of you."

you both scurried back to the hotel as fast as you could wanting to finish what was started

shu

sfw

“omg no way, they even have super smash bros? who’s nintendo switch is this? might be vox’s…” you hummed as you look through the different games on the nintendo switch

“let’s play some smash bros then, i’ll go ask 2 more people to join us. wait right here babe.” shu says before walking off

after a few minutes, you see shu walking towards you with luca and reimu walking alongside him

while luca and reimu were picking their characters, shu turned to you saying, “ready to lose babe?”

you roll your eyes and chuckle, “bring it on yamino, let’s see what you’ve got.”

after a minute and a half, luca and reimu were eliminated, leaving both you and shu to face off

you were at a slight disadvantage, left with only 1 stock whereas shu had 2

you charge towards him and just as shu prepares to counter whatever attack you had planned, you jump over his head and dealt a smash attack from behind, leaving shu no time to react

-1 stock for shu, you both were now tied and luca was commentating the whole thing with reimu giggling on the side

shu keeps running after you trying to finish you once and for all with a smash attack but you kept dodging and grabbing power-ups to help you take down shu’s health

“omg y/n how are you not dead yet, what the heck? i knocked you off the stage 3 times now.”

finally you see an opportunity to finish shu, you grab him and do a smash attack, sending him flying off the stage, resulting in a K.O from how low his health was

“oh gosh that was close, one more smash attack from you and i would’ve been the one who lost.” you sigh in relief

you and shu made an agreement earlier that whoever loses has to drink

you look at shu expectantly and shu groans, “fine fine…i’ll go order a drink from the bar. do you want anything babe?”

shu got a purple rain and for you, a sangria

with your drinks, you and shu head off into the crowd, mingling and chatting with your friends all whilst sipping on your drinks and getting more when they run out

shu ends up getting drunk because vox and mysta would get him to drink with them, you stopped 1-2 drinks before shu, so that you could bring him back to your hotel safely

nsfw

you were an arms length away from shu, catching up with pomu, finana, alban and uki when you suddenly felt shu intertwine his fingers with yours, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand gently

you smile and continue on with the conversation

a few minutes pass and shu moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you and leaving little kisses on your nape

another few minutes pass and people from the group that you were chatting with slowly left one by one to go do something else

you turn around in shu’s embrace to give him a few soft pecks on his lips

when you pull back, shu leans forwards and captures your lips again, kissing you with a bit more fervour

shu holds you and rotates the both of you so that you guys switch positions, you didn’t realise you were standing that close to the wall till your back hit it

you gasp and shu took the chance to slip his tongue in, making you groan softly

as your tongues dance with each other, you moan softly and shu groans a little in response to that

shu pulls back slightly to catch his breath and you do the same

when you open your eyes you realise that shu has caged you in against the wall, one hand on each side of your head

you look at shu and he’s looking at you with hooded eyes. his eyes move down from your eyes to your lips and he licks his lips

“b-babe? are you okay?” you ask him softly

“mhm, yeah, i’m good. i’m very good actually. the sounds you make when i kiss you is intoxicating. i wanna hear more.”

at that your eyes widen and you blush all the way up to the tips of your ears and you struggle to even say anything — becoming a stuttering and spluttering mess

you suggest that the both of you head back to the hotel so that shu could continue whatever he wanted to do in private

sfw

“hey shoto, y/n! come play beer pong with us!” vox calls out to the both of you from the table on the right side of the room

shoto and you walk over to vox, seeing millie, pomu, finana, fulgur and uki surrounding the table

you both say hi to all of them and vox starts splitting you guys up into two teams

you, vox, pomu and uki end up on the same team, with shoto on a team with fulgur, finana and millie

you and shoto both go first, you throw your ping pong ball into the middle cup with ease whereas, shoto missed

“ohhh my god. that should’ve been in what the fuck?” shoto says exasperatedly

vox chuckles and says, “drink up boy.”

shoto downs the beer and hands the ping pong ball over to fulgur

the game ends and shoto’s team has 2 cups more than your team does

uki looks at shoto and says, “finish the beer shoto.”

“wait what? why do i have to?”

“unless you’re a pussy and don’t want to.” uki chortles

shoto tuts and says, “alright fine bitch, i’ll finish it,” finishing the rest of the beer, “there, done.”

you give shoto a peck on the cheek for finishing the beer, he chuckles and gives you a peck on the lips

shoto spots a twister mat and starts pulling you towards it

shoto calls over finana and uki to join the both of you for twister and the game commences once they arrive

as the game progresses, your body is being stretched and twisted in ways that you didn’t think was possible

“your ass looks amazing from this view that i have babe.” shoto smirks

“babeeee.” you whine

“what? i can’t admire my partner’s ass?”

shoto was the first to fall to the ground, getting disqualified. “nah…there was no way in hell i’d be able to move my hand all the way back there and not fall.” shoto huffs

finana was the next to fall and then uki, making you the winner of twister

“pretty flexible huh babe?” shoto smirks at you

you swat at him, getting him to stop. istg this demon slayer hangs out with that demon way too much (≧▽≦)

you both then head to the bar to get some drinks which will help cool the both of you down after playing twister

nsfw

you and shoto both had about 4-5 mixed drinks, shoto was intoxicated but you were tipsy at best

the both of you had moved away from the bar and were chilling on a couch scrolling through twitter

shoto moves a little closer to you and shows you a very nsfw fan art of the both of you

you gasp and shoto chuckles, “this fan art’s kinda hot not gonna lie. they drew your thighs and ass so well.”

“babeeee!” you whine at him again

shoto leans in and kisses you, your lips moving against his naturally, kissing him back

shoto leans away a little and says against your lips, “i love your ass and thighs, you’re so sexy…”

he then pushes you down gently on the couch and captures your lips again, kissing you passionately

his hand that was cupping your cheek moves down your neck to your waist and stopping at your inner thighs, slowly rubbing it

you moan softly and shoto groans in response

you pull back slightly and breathed out, “w-we should continue this back at the hotel babe…”

“we better hurry because i don’t think i can wait.” shoto says as he licks his lips, flicking his eyes down to your lips

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kryptonitejelly · 2 months

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Hello! LOVED your Sonny Carisi first kiss 😍 How about some pillow talk with our favorite ball of Sonnshine 😏🌞

send asks for sonny carisi x reader (5 sentence baby blurbs!)

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Yes,” Sonny’s eyes are still closed, his arms wrapped around you, but his answer to your ridiculous question is immediate.

“What if I was a -”

“Yes,” his voice is thick with sleep, but he cuts you off with a quick answer.

“But I haven’t finished my question,” you protest as Sonny’s eyes flicker open. He flips you in one swift motion; you are with your back on the bed, Sonny’s arms caging you in.

“Doll,” he drawls, lips going down to the column of your neck; you can feel his voice against your skin, “the answer is always yes.”

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wososage · 9 months

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One Step at a Time: USWNT x Reader

Summary: Y/N plays in the opening match of the world cup but it isn’t sunshine and fairy tales. Y/N does everything they can to hold their shit together and help the team.

Warnings: sorry this is very very sad because i need to write out my sad emotions and this is a little bit me writing my life into an imagine… italics are Y/N’s internal monologue

Word count: 1234

Y/N POV

Step One: get to the lobby of the hotel before the bus is supposed to leave

Just put one foot in front of the other. Take the elevator, not the stairs. Save your energy for the game you are going to need it. Are my headphones on? Are my sun glasses on? Follow the team out of the hotel. Ignore the fans. Ignore the media. Get on the bus and sit in your seat.

Step Two: Get to the start of the game without crying

Chill playlist only. Focus on good deep breaths. Keep your eyes closed. Imagine today being a better day. Your family is in the stands. They can’t wait to watch you do what you love. They are so proud of all of the hard work it took you to get here. They will go crazy if you score a goal today. Do the same routine you always do. Take the picture frame out of your bag. Remember that you are playing for those who can no longer be here. Take the necklace off and put it on the picture frame. Get dressed. Warm up. How do the muscles feel? How do the joints feel? Is blood sugar okay? Are electrolyte levels okay?

Step Three: Be the player that the team needs you to be

We all line up. The whistle blows.

Time to push forward. I am open. The ball is at my feet. The keeper is off their line. Chip the keeper Y/N. Holy shit. It worked. I just scored. Everyone is running to me.

“That was amazing Y/N!” Alex yells in my ear.

“Y/N you are the best!” Lindsey says joining the swarm of people hugging me.

I look up to the sky with tears in my eyes.

This is for you. It's always for you.

“Come on guys,” I say. “There is a lot of game left to be played.”

Line up for the corner. Have a plan to lose the defender. Never lose sight of the ball. Run towards it. Jump high. Redirect to the back post.

“Fuck yeah!”

“That's two Y/N!”

“Y/N is unstoppable!”

Don’t get cocky. Stay humble. Stay true to yourself.

“Y/N! Push forward.”

I can see what is about to happen. Stay on side Y/N and everything will work out. Run. Get your ass there. Just get a toe on the ball. The keeper can’t stop you. Redirect. Don’t add any power.

“Hat trick! Hat trick! Hat trick!”

“Y/N! You are the love of my life!”

The whistle blows and I just sit on the ground and cry. I should be happy right now, but instead I am so sad.

This is not how the world cup was supposed to go.

Step 4: Put on a happy face until the public can’t see you

“That was an amazing way to start the world cup,” Vlatko says to all of us in the huddle. “I am proud of all of you. Y/N, congrats on the hat trick. Everyone, enjoy this moment. The rest of the world cup starts tomorrow.”

“One more thing before everyone starts to look for their family,” Pinoe says. “Y/N get in the middle. You know how birthdays work on this team.”

Everyone sings happy birthday to me and then we head over to the friends and family section.

Seeing everyone so excited that their family is here makes me happy. It’s great to see everyone in such good moods.

“Y/N where is your family?” Sonnett asks. “I wanna say hi to them!”

“They’re in America,” I tell her quietly, trying to not cry. “They aren’t coming to any of the games.”

“That’s okay,” Sonnett whispers in my ear while giving me a hug. “All of our families will support you and be your family during the tournament.”

“Thanks Sonny”

Step 5: Get through media as quickly as possible

Heif takes me to the mixed zone, where I am presented with the player of the match trophy.

“Y/N,” A reporter says, getting my attention. “After your goals and after the game you seemed emotional. Could you speak on what emotions you are feeling and what has been going through your head throughout the game?”

Do I lie or do I tell the truth?

Lie.

Truth.

Lie.

Truth.

Lie.

Truth. The truth will come out eventually so there is no point in lying now.

“Yeah, there definitely are a lot of emotions when it comes to playing in the world cup. Most of the game I kept telling myself to be that player that my teammates need me to be. Every goal was such a whirlwind. They were all split second decisions that worked out in the team's favor. Before every game, I remind myself of all the people I play this sport for. All of the people who would be proud of me for fighting for my dreams. After the goals, I was thinking who I was scoring for. The ones who would be going crazy if they were able to watch this game. I am sure if you were to ask anyone on the team, they would say that they compartmentalize during games and tournaments. I am no different. But once that final whistle blew, I let myself think about the things I’ve been blocking out during the game. I let myself sit in the emotions I was putting aside in order to be the player the team needs me to be.”

“Y/N, is there anything you would like to say to your family right now?”

It’s okay to cry. Everyone will understand.

“Yes. Unfortunately, my family was not able to make it out to the world cup, so they are back home watching this on TV. Before… Before we left the hotel I got a call from my family. There was a family emergency. So to my family: I am very sorry that I am not able to be there to support you right now. I know what you are going through feels unreal and unimaginable. I love each and everyone of you. Please take time for yourself and make sure you are doing okay. And I hope that watching the world cup brings you a little bit of light in this very dark time. Those goals were for Reagan, Chase, and Cole. I will fight to win this world cup for you and for them. And I will be back in a month to give all of you hugs.”

Step 6: Let the team in. Let the team support you.

I am sobbing by the time I get back to the locker room. Almost everyone is either in the showers or the ice bath. I get to my locker and suddenly I am filled with rage. I punch my locker over and over again until I am pulled away by Aubrey and Naeher. I collapse in their arms and just sob.

Nothing in the world feels okay.

By the time I have calmed down, the entire team is sitting in their lockers silently. Patiently waiting for me to talk to them.

“My brothers died today,” I say, my voice raw. “I found out right before we got on the bus. I am staying for the rest of the world cup. My family will be staying in America. I need to win this for them.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #alyssa naeher #aubrey kingsbury #Alex Morgan #Lindsey Horan #emily sonnett

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ultimate-anime-tournament · 9 months

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THE ULTIMATE ANIME TOURNAMENT BEGINS! featuring 384 shows spanning 60 years!

all matchups are listed below the cut, and the first polls will be going up shortly 👍

edit: made a google spreadsheet documenting all matchups and their wins/losses!

left side:

Majokko Megu-chan VS Soul Eater VS Turn A Gundam

Noragami VS Ranma 1/2 VS Shadows House

Captain Tsubasa VS Barakamon VS Ojamajo Doremi

Dr Ramune: Mysterious Disease Specialist VS Joshiraku VS Concrete Revolutio

Maya the Honey Bee VS Bocchi the Rock! VS Senyuu.

Angel Beats VS Golden Kamuy VS Initial D

Lucky Star VS Mononoke VS Assassination Classroom

Go! Princess Pretty Cure VS Shirobako VS Space Pirate Captain Harlock

Golden Time VS Death Note VS Ao Haru Ride

Food Wars VS One Piece VS Space Battleship Yamato

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K VS Blood Blockade Battlefront VS Poco's Udon World

Space Patrol Luluco VS Yu-Gi-Oh! VS Your Lie in April

Slam Dunk VS One Punch Man VS Candy Candy

Doraemon VS Akame ga Kill VS Black Clover

Space Dandy VS Sazae-san VS Bloom into You

Show by Rock!! VS Pokémon VS Restaurant to Another World

Uchouten Kazoku VS Tetsujin 28 VS Miracle Girl Limit-chan

Sally the Witch VS March Comes in Like a Lion VS Ground Defense Force! Mao-chan

Day Break Illusion VS Heidi, Girl of the Alps VS Zombie Land Saga

Yuri is My Job! VS Kimagure Orange Road VS The Seven Deadly Sins

Akudama Drive VS Future Boy Conan VS Land of the Lustrous

BanG Dream! VS Rin-ne VS Serial Experiments Lain

Snow White with the Red Hair VS Juni Taisen: Zodiac War VS The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

Ranking of Kings VS Osomatsu-san VS Odd Taxi

Flying Witch VS Bodacious Space Pirates VS Shugo Chara

Yuki Yuna is a Hero VS Super Dimension Fortress Macros VS Spy x Family

Magic Kaito 1412 VS Kaguya-sama: Love is War VS Kingdom

Aikatsu VS Cells at Work VS New Game!

Blue Exorcist VS Sound! Euphonium VS Ashita no Joe

Re:Zero VS My Hero Academia VS Pani Poni Dash

Ouran High School Host Club VS Dragon Quest: The Adventure of Dai VS Children of the Whales

86 vs Erased vs Demon Slayer

Mashle vs Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt vs Bakemonogatari

Skip and Loafer vs Shiki vs My-Hime

Laughing under the Clouds VS Naruto VS Sakura Wars

The Vampire Dies in No Time VS Dragon Ball GT VS Fist of the North Star

Shadowverse VS Blue Lock VS Tamako Market

Legend of the Galactic Heroes VS Lycoris Recoil VS Tanaka-kun is Always Listless

Agatha Christie's Great Detectives Poirot and Marple VS Sonic X VS Samurai Champloo

Cutie Honey VS Tokyo Revengers VS Parasyte

Kaiji VS Deca-Dence VS Clannad

I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss VS Digimon Adventure VS Charlotte

Kageki Shojo!! VS Majuu Senshi Luna Varga VS Stars Align

Love, Chunibyo, and Other Delusions VS Gintama VS Kakuriyo: Bed & Breakfast for Spirits

Bubblegum Crisis VS Air VS Made in Abyss

Touch VS Fire Force VS Love Live! Sunshine!!

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer VS Sket Dance VS Himitsu no Akko-chan

Zatch Bell VS Little Witch Academia VS Gal & Dino

Parappa the Rapper VS Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout (Fabiniku) VS Talentless Nana

Nyanbo! VS Bomberman Jetters VS Do It Yourself!

Kochikame: Tokyo Beat Cops VS Nobody's Boy Remi VS Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Chika Ichiban VS Squid Girl VS Anne of Green Gables

Ikkyuu-san VS The Case Study of Vanitas VS Free!

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story VS Chihayafuru VS So I'm a Spider, So What?

Aggretsuko VS Hakumei and Mikochi VS Mou Ippon

What's Michael VS Kimono Jihen VS Kiratto Prichan

Mushishi VS Uma Musume VS Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Sabikui Bisco VS Dorohedoro VS The World Ends With You: The Animation

Un-Go VS The Case Files of Jeweler Richard VS Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure

Sonny Boy VS Tiger & Bunny VS Black Butler

A Place Further than the Universe VS Lupin III (all Parts) VS Tsuritama

Tari Tari VS Maoyu VS Buddy Daddies

Horimiya VS Akiba Maid War VS Cap Revolution Bottleman

Helck VS Play it Cool, Guys VS Revolutionary Girl Utena

right side:

Gegege no Kitarou VS Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood VS Urahara

D.Gray-Man VS Bakuman VS Devilman

Violet Evergarden VS Death Parade VS Speed Racer

Skull Face Bookseller Honda-san VS Mazinger Z VS Planetes

Aim for the Ace! VS Futari wa Pretty Cure VS Saiunkoku Monogatari

Comic Girls VS Galaxy Express 999 VS Dr. Slump

Wedding Peach VS Ronja, the Robber's Daughter VS Haikyuu!

Saint Seiya VS Mahoutsukai Chappy VS Yuri on Ice

Hikaru no Go VS Yona of the Dawn VS Mega Man NT Warrior

Black Lagoon VS Nichijou VS Space Cobra

Ms. Koizumi Loves Ramen Noodles VS Stop! Hibari-kun VS She and Her Cat: Everything Flows

Space Brothers VS Gakuen Alice VS Dragon Ball Z

AKB0048 VS Kino's Journey -The Beautiful World- VS Musashi no Ken

Flip Flappers VS Hamtaro VS Daily Lives of High School Boys

Another VS Descending Stories: Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinju VS Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon

Gurren Lagann VS Hana no Ko Lunlun VS City Hunter

Nadia: The Secret of Blue Water VS Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun VS To Your Eternity

Kiteretsu Daihyakka VS Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun VS Noir

Bungo Stray Dogs VS Soreike! Anpanman VS Moomin

Hajime no Ippo VS Paranoia Agent VS Mobile Suit Gundam

Maison Ikkoku VS Yuru Camp VS Sherlock Hound

Great Pretender VS Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress VS World Trigger

Little Princess Sara VS Ghost Sweeper Mikami VS Keep Your Hands off Eizouken!

My Next Life as a Villainess VS Kirby: Right Back at Ya! VS Air Gear

Saint Tail VS Haibane Renmei VS Astro Boy

Crayon Shin-chan VS Tokyo Ghoul VS Hell Girl

Heaven's Design Team VS Neon Genesis Evangelion VS Kiznaiver

Servamp VS Akane-chan VS Yo-kai Watch

The Vision of Escaflowne VS Tsurune VS Sk8 the Infinity

The Promised Neverland VS Hime-chan no Ribbon VS Fruits Basket

Urusei Yatsura VS Dr. Stone VS Shaman King

Star of the Giants VS Cardcaptor Sakura VS Angelic Layer

Berserk VS Kodocha VS Ping Pong The Animation

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's VS Boys over Flowers VS Otherside Picnic

Monster VS Sgt. Frog VS K-On!

Aria VS The Rose of Versailles VS Beyblade

Natsume's Book of Friends VS Planet With VS Detective Conan / Case Closed

Nodame Kantaabire VS Kyou Kara Maoh VS Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans

Duel Masters VS Shounen Ninja Kaze no Fujimaru VS Hunter x Hunter

Mahou Shoujo Lalabel VS Carole & Tuesday VS Powerpuff Girls Z

Big Windup! VS Heartcatch Pretty Cure! VS Fighting Foodons

Gosick VS Ace Attorney VS Inazuma Eleven

Given VS The Prince of Tennis VS Cowboy Bebop

Code Geass VS Teppen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VS FLCL

Wolf's Rain VS Reborn! VS Princess Tutu

Magic Knight Rayearth VS Romeo x Juliet VS Oshi no Ko

Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo VS Bakugan VS Jujutsu Kaisen

Yu Yu Hakusho VS Love Live! School Idol Project VS Trigun

Kimba the White Lion VS Waccha Primagi VS Toradora

Ultra Maniac VS Mahou Sensei Negima VS Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight

Visual Prison VS Steins;gate VS Inuyasha

Vinland Saga VS Assault Lily Bouquet VS Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day

Pop Team Epic VS Gingitsune VS Tokyo Mew Mew

Blue Period VS Higurashi When They Cry VS Fairy Tail

Chargeman Ken VS Shin Sekai Yori VS Chainsaw Man

Beyond the Boundary VS Silver Spoon VS Hyouka

Stitch! VS Mobile Suit Gundam SEED VS Symphogear

Kuroko's Basketball VS Pokemon Horizons VS Gatchaman Crowds

Ghost Stories VS Non Non Biyori VS Samurai Flamenco

Fushigi Yuugi VS Psycho-Pass VS Azumanga Daioh

Bleach VS Dragon Ball Super VS Ace of Diamond

My Neighbor Seki VS Mob Psycho 100 VS No. 6

Full Metal Panic VS Princess Principal VS Ya Boy Kongming!

Sayonara, Zetsubou-sensei VS Puella Magi Madoka Magica VS Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song

#thank you all for your submissions btw!!!

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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𝐍𝐘𝐄 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 🥂 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: strong language, alcohol consumption, el and the guys being unhinged with fireworks, clubbing, drunk elvis and drunk reader (can you tell i need a night out? lmao), tiny mention of the colonel, drunk parents, lil bit of smut at the end, mention of throwing up, hangoverssss.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY LOVES!!! 🎆 be careful with your lil fingers and don't forget to drink lots of water before bed to fight off that January 1st hangover ;)

masterlist

New Years Eve at Graceland is even more rowdy than Christmas.

Everyone is there; the guys and their partners, family from both your and Elvis' side, friends from outside of town and even some local fans that you got friendly with throughout time.

Before everyone arrived, you and Elvis made sure valuable things were locked away just in case things would get a little crazy (or more so, if someone got a little too drunk).

Elvis allowed you to create a photo corner in the music room – you'd hung up a mix of gold and silver tinsel curtain in front of the curtains by the window, creating a fun backdrop for the pictures.

You went all out, disco balls and photo props included.

Naturally, you and Elvis matched as he was wearing black and red and you were in a little black dress with red heels.

Drinks and food were served all through the night, keeping everyone satisfied. You and Elvis were good hosts and you liked seeing everyone having fun at your parties.

With the year 1970 only a few hours away, everyone's spirits are high and it doesn't take long before the drinks started doing their job.

Vernon is visibly loosened up, along with your father, trying to get the attention from your female friends even though both their wives are dancing their little hearts out near the dining room.

Both men were rather tough cookies to crack, so you enjoy seeing them like this, even though they are being typical men.

As long as your girlfriends aren't uncomfortable, you're fine with it.

You and Elvis have a full on photoshoot in the music room, with a tipsy Sonny as your photographer.

“Guys, can’t you ask someone else? They keep comin’ out all blurry,” he'd giggle, throwing another failed polaroid on top of the covered piano.

“’S because you keep wigglin’ on those giraffe legs of yours. Give it to me,” Elvis allowed his friend to go back to drinking as he took the camera out of Sonny's hand, turning back to you.

You could've easily used the digital camera, but you wanted to use the polaroid because you liked the aesthetics of it more.

And what Elvis' baby wanted, Elvis' baby got.

You'd pout at him when he told you to pose because you wanted him to be in it, but you did as told and put a glittery '1970' headband on your head as you posed for the camera.

After a few pictures, you switched places and took pictures of him as he used other props to pose with.

More people joined in on the fun and Joe eventually managed to take some cute pictures of you and Elvis, before you posed with the group and so on.

Because there were so many people at the house that wanted both your and Elvis' attention, you two would often be lingering around other people.

You'd catch up with your girls and family and joke around with his fans, while he'd be belting out laughter and jokes with other people.

The more he drank, the louder he got but as long as he'd stay away from the beer and champagne, you knew he'd be fine.

He'd catch your eye from across the room and mouth the words of the song playing to you, or shoot you flirty winks which you gladly returned.

Well before midnight, he found his way back to you and had you pressed firmly against his side as he took you in the kitchen where it was a little less crowded.

The two of you didn't have any special traditions other than a midnight kiss on NYE, but he had recently read something about a Mexican tradition that he wanted to try.

“Or was it from Spain? I don’ remember, honey, but basically we eat twelve grapes and make twelve wishes,” he'd grin as he held up the grapes in front of your face.

“Aren’t we supposed to do this at midnight?”

“Yes, but I really jus’ wanted some grapes,” he'd giggle boyishly, holding out a grape in front of your mouth.

You weren't sure if this was really how the tradition was done, but he made it his own as he'd feed you a grape and make a wish for you instead for himself when he did so.

You went along with it, doing the same as he did.

You were probably doing it wrong, but you liked this little moment you and him were having away from the party.

The Colonel wasn't a big fan of NYE bashes, but he showed up a little before midnight to wish Elvis and the others a happy new year.

You didn't give him much attention; serving him a drink and wishing him an early happy new year, before you made your way outside where Elvis and the guys were setting up the fireworks.

Ofcourse, you had stolen one of Elvis' coats to keep you warm as you sipped on your drink and got your sparklers ready.

Most of the fans were outside as well; the ones attending the party keeping you and some other friends company, younger fans watching excitedly from the other side of the gates.

As the countdown on the TV started, the guys came back to the house to find their way to their partners and to be there to wish everyone a happy new year.

Elvis was right there beside you, his arm swung over your shoulder, apples of his cheeks flushed due to the alcohol as he was smiling brightly while counting down the seconds loudly.

You counted with him, already moving closer to his face to close the distance between you.

When the clock struck twelve, everyone roared out a “Happy New Year!” and kissed and hugged.

As every year, Elvis kissed you deeply, sensually and probably longer than anyone else kissed their respected partners.

“Man, it’s the first kiss of the year. That’s my good luck charm right there,” he'd grin as Jerry and Red eventually pulled him off, pecking your lips a few more times before he allowed himself to be dragged away and onto the driveway to light the fireworks.

Having lit half of them on Christmas Eve, the show wouldn't last as long as usual but they still had enough to draw everyone's attention.

You wished everyone around you a happy new year, sneaking your way inside when (ofcourse) Elvis and the guys found themselves in one of their firework wars again.

You spend some time with your family, wishing them a happy new year and making sure they were still having fun.

At 1 am, all the fireworks had been lit and as the guys made their way back in the house, some people were leaving to attend other parties or go out clubbing.

You, Elvis, the guys and some fans left to go to TJ's Nightclub to dance the night away and go see Alan who was unfortunately working tonight.

Some family stayed behind at Graceland, as they would be staying the night. You weren't worried at all, knowing your mother was sober.

You and Elvis had been repeating yourselves for about an hour when you arrived at the club.

Wishing everyone a happy new year and so on.

Elvis had rented out the place until the early morning hours, but some people that had been invited hadn't been at the house so you were happily greeting old and new friends.

Alan was happy to see you, Elvis and the others, knowing that Elvis wouldn't let him work too hard.

Which he didn't; Alan soon left the work to his co-workers, sneaking away from the bar and into the dancing crowd.

When clubbing, Elvis was usually the type to sit in one of the booths with the other guys and join you for a dance or two... if you were luckily.

This time, he didn't leave your side once – probably because of the drinks he had already nursed at the house and because he wasn't blind, he saw the way some of his male fans were looking at you.

Come to think of it, he figured they were probably your fans rather than his.

You were oblivious to the attention and happy that you didn't have to beg him to dance with you, happily following him as he twirled you around to the rhythm of the music.

“I have a 13th wish for you,” he'd yell loud enough for you to hear him, smiling down at you as he'd have his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What is it, El?”

“My wish for you is that you’ll always be happy and that all your dreams’ll come true. Whether that’s with me, or not,”

“Oh shut it, you big idiot. Ofcourse it’ll be with you,” you'd laugh at the way he slurred his words a little, rolling your eyes playfully.

“I know, jus’ wanted to hear what you were gon’ say,”

He'd grin like a fool, twirling you around again before you even had the chance to reply, laughing at his antics.

Shots shots shots!

So many shots.

Both you and Elvis hadn't learned from your Christmas morning hangover.

It's only NYE once a year, isn't it?

You'd try pretty much every shot on the menu but when you two downed a couple of shots of tequila, you could barely think straight anymore.

Every time someone would walk a little too close to you or look at you for too long, you saw Elvis' jaw clenching and him shooting them the dirtiest look he could muster, no matter to who it was.

You managed to distract him every time though, making him dance or asking him for a lighter even though you had one in your purse.

Thankfully, he kept himself under control.

At around 5 am, you mentioned to Elvis that you were hungry and now the both of you couldn't stop thinking about food.

Most of your friends weren't ready to leave yet, so the both of you snuck out of the club.

Probably not the smartest idea, but since neither of you could drive, you started to walk through downtown Memphis on the hunt for food.

You found it at a 24 hour diner, which was completely empty apart from the people who worked there.

After some autographs being given out by Elvis (which took him a little longer than usual) and small talk, the two of you indulged in the greasiest burger on the menu.

In that moment, your drunk self felt more happy than on any other day and Elvis seemed to feel the same.

But after stuffing your face and going outside for a smoke and some air, it dawned on the both of you that you didn't have a ride back home.

Graceland wasn't exactly walking distance, especially not in the state you were in.

Going back into the diner with Elvis to call your mother to ask if she could pick you up, you felt like a teenager again.

Especially when your poor mother pulled up in her pajamas, laughing at you two after she playfully scolded you.

“’S all Y/N’s fault, ma’am. I didn’t do nothin’,” Elvis laughed from the passenger's seat, fumbling with the radio as your mother kept slapping his hand away, which only made him laugh harder.

“Zip it, Presley,” glaring at him, you'd slap his shoulder.

He would then reach his arm out to you and try to grab you, leaning over his seat which made your mother's scolding turn a bit more serious before she'd crash the car.

Back at the house, it was a surprise you and Elvis managed to make it into the bedroom.

Once you were undressed and freshened up, you were wide awake as you lay next to each other.

Now sex with Elvis while he was this drunk, was do-able. Sex while you were both in this state? A disaster.

You couldn't stop laughing the entire time, making him laugh as well; even when he was balls deep inside of you.

“Goddamnit woman, will ya stop laughing? I can’t focus,”

This would only make you laugh harder, your muscles tightening around him as you did and while he was still laughing, he couldn't hold back a moan.

You had to clasp a hand over both your and his mouth as he decided to fuck you into the mattress nonetheless, your drunk mind praying your family wouldn't hear you.

Your laughter soon died down as he hit your g spot with every thrust and he came inside of you when your muscles wouldn't stop squeezing him.

The both of you were dizzy after; high on colorful cocktails, shots and delicious orgasms.

“Love you, little,”

“Love you too, baby,”

You forced yourself (and him) to clean yourselves up again and once you got back into bed, it didn't take neither of you long to drift off into a deep slumber.

You were more than happy to sleep the first day of the new year away, snuggled up to your man.

The only time Elvis and you did leave the bed, was to run to the bathroom to take turns throwing up the contents of your stomach.

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