#sorry it's short lol i just wanted to get it out there on the dash

[maplesyrupsainz]

hi hi! I really like your imagines <3

Could I request a Charles imagine? Where the reader is the daughter of Toto Wolff and she and Charles have been secretly dating. After Charles wins the WDC, the reader hardlaunches their relationship and everyone is freaking out about it.

Thank you sm!!

pairing: charles leclerc x wolff!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: imagine/smau

warnings: just fluff, kind of short too

prompt: custom you and [driver] are finally ready to hard launch your relationship

a/n: this request inspired something in me LOL hope u like it?! wasnt sure if the req wanted smau or written but u got both instead LOL

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user1 helloooo?? the flowers

user2 i bet she gets 100 bouquets a day

user3 i wish i had her life

user4 world's best nepo baby

charles_leclerc would look better in ferrari merch

ynwolff you would say that

mercedesamgf1 back off

charles_leclerc 👀

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at first, the idea of sharing your relationship with the world terrified you. the things people might say, what they'd think. but, you realised, as time progressed, that the idea of not sharing and people not knowing about your relationship seemed even scarier; you were becoming somewhat desperate to let the world know that charles leclerc was your boyfriend.

the only issue was gaining your father's approval. you had convinced yourself it would be easy to obtain, but the harder you thought about it the less you agreed with that sentiment. but, you couldn't hide forever.

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the formula one season had flown by you in a rush of lights; you blinked and it was almost over. it had been a thrilling title fight between max verstappen and charles, and this race was the decider.

you're pretty sure that you didn't take a breath for the whole race, closing your eyes on multiple occasions. no one knew what had you so invested in this race in particular; being the mercedes team principal's daughter, you had come to many a race and tended not to be that interested in the sport. in truth, you did enjoy it but it had been your whole life, you assumed it was normal to become somewhat burnt out.

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you had never ran quite like it; from the mercedes garage to ferrari. all you knew was that you had to be there for him when he got out of the car. in that moment, you didn't care who saw or what they thought or if they found out the truth about your relationship with charles. all that mattered was him.

and when you saw him, you knew he felt the same as you did. you broke out into a grin as his eyes caught yours and, before you knew it, his lips were on yours and your face in his hands. shutter sounds and flashings of cameras surrounded you, your head spinning, your heart swelling with pride; your boyfriend had won his first drivers' championship.

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f1wagupdates after an olympic-esque dash from the mercedes garage to ferrari, y/n wolff joined charles leclerc in the celebration of winning his first ever wdc! is this the hard launch of a secret relationship? what does toto think? 👀 thoughts?

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user5 CHARLES IS THE ONE WHO GOT HER THE FLOWERS

user6 omg i never would've guessed this

user7 charles AND susie in the likes omg😭😭😭

user8 OMG OBSESSED WITH THESE TWO

user9 the way she ran

user10 literally soo iconic

user11 me when

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ynwolff sorry dad

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user12 the tshirt HAHAHA

user13 omg she's so real

user14 i still cant believe this

user15 THey R SO CUTE WTF

user16 how did they keep this a secret omg

susie_wolff i love my new son in law!

charles_leclerc 🥰🥰

ynwolff love you 🙆‍♀️

user17 ofc susie loves them tgthr

user18 wonder what toto thinks 💀

user19 the caption

user20 him bringing her breakfast in bed omg

user21 this is all i'll ever talk abt ever again

user22 f1 twt found dead

user23 we lost a real one gang (y/n wolff)

charles_leclerc love my girl

yourusername 🥺 love you crazy amounts

user24 STOP ITTTT

lewishamilton y/n toto said answer the phone

ynwolff my phone is dead rn sorry

user25 💀

#f1 smau #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #smau #charles leclerc #cl16 #charles leclerc fanfic #cl16 one shot #cl16 smau #cl16 x y/n #cl16 fluff #cl16 x you #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 fic #maddie's fanfics #maddie's smau

[froggibus]

Hey can I request headcanons for overwatch characters and if their gf was drunk and asked them "would you still love me if I was a worm" with the overwatch men please (you don't have to do all of them but PLEASE include McCree and Reaper)

“Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?” - Overwatch Boys

Includes: Cassidy, Reaper, Genji, Zenyatta, Ramattra, Hanzo, Lucio + Baptiste (w gn! reader)

Genre: fluff/kinda crack?

CW: general crack, kinda dumb tbh, suggestive in Genji and Baps, Ram is Ram (lmk if I missed anything)

been in a little bit of a writing slump but this was too good to pass up lol. I want to get a bit more writing done this week so who knows how that will go. anyway, enjoy <3 hope you like it anon!

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Cassidy:

“what kinda question is that??”

looks at you in flabbergastation 

you pout and bat your eyes at him and of course, he breaks 

“you’re really not gonna let this go, huh? alright—of course I’d still love you, darlin’. I’d keep you in a lil jar and you could accompany me on my missions”

a jar????

now you’re the flabbergasted one 

jars don’t have air—he’s gonna let you suffocate?? 

what are you?? rainbow dash (sorry)??

somehow leads to him going out into the yard despite it being the middle of the night to try and find a worm

somehow finds one?? 

keeps it in a jar as a pet just to prove he would love you as a worm

even names it after you and pets it’s head and calls it “my wriggly little y/n”

weirdly wholesome experience would try again

Reaper

“of all the stupid shit you could have asked me…”

he says that but he’s already considering it after the question leaves your mouth 

would he love you as a worm? 

“what kind of worm”

what do you mean what kind of worm?? does it matter?? 

obviously the pink wriggly kind 

he has to ponder this 

sits in his chair stroking his chin trying to think of how you would be as a worm

“would you still be able to talk and think or would you be an actual worm”

????

“it would be me if I was a worm, Gabe”

more pondering 

“I’d love you platonically but you would probably have a short life span. I’d throw you a worm funeral.”

better than any response you could have expected but would not try again

Genji

“would we still have sex”

please hit this man

he’s joking of course—he’s not that weird 

“why would you be a worm tho”

just answer the question, Genji

green cyborg ninja dude has no idea what to answer 

will you be mad if he loves your worm self more than your current self?? would you be weird if he said he would love a wormy version of you??

“I would get myself turned into a worm too and then we could have a wormy life together and a wormy wedding and little wormy kids”

“you just want to have wormy sex” >~>

“that too”

at least he’s honest?

exactly as you expected, would not try again

Zenyatta

“a worm? like the insect?”

“yes? what other worms are there”

considers this

“is everything okay?”

poor omnic boy is so confused. are you planning on turning into a worm??? 

please reassure him it’s just a hypothetical and you’re not turning into a worm

goes on a ten minute tangent about how we are all the same in the Iris, and that he will love you no matter what form you take

honestly so wholesome + cute 

“i will care for you in this life, and the next, and all of the ones after that. even the ones where you are a worm.”

good enough would try again

Ramattra 

“No”

way to sugarcoat it, babe

it’s only when you get upset that he sighs and pulls you into his lap

“why would you ever become a worm? is someone trying to harm you? you know I would never let anyone bring harm to you.”

you try to explain that it’s just a hypothetical but he’s already going on a tangent on what he would do if you got turned into a worm

talks for five minutes alone on how he would defeat your enemies and defend your honour 

says he would “put you out of your misery”????

“you would KILL ME?!”

“as an act of honour”

babe….

0/10 would not try again

Hanzo

“why”

idk bro just answer the question 

lots of sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose

“would I also be a worm or am i still human” 

only gets more confused when you say he’d be a human and you’d be a worm

probably looks up worm life expectancy and if worms are capable of love 

“would you even know who I am if you were a worm”

has to ask a million questions before he can give his final verdict 

lets out a long sigh before looking you dead in the eyes 

“…yes”

cute in the end but would not try again 

Lucio:

“would you still love me if I turned into a frog?”

that’s not the question 

somehow it turns into a discussion on if he would eat your worm self if he was his frog self? 

he insists he wouldn’t and would let you ride on his back but you insist his frog instincts would be too strong 

“babe I’ve once seen you almost eat your own finger while eating chips”

“ok and??”

says you guys could live in a swamp together and he would protect you from evil

“I could be like your own frog superhero. I could even sing you little froggy songs”

makes up this entire life of you guys living together as a frog and a worm and him serenading you by croaking songs at night 

honestly it’s the best reaction you could have gotten, would try again

Baptiste:

“i would find you a cure and turn you back into a human”

honestly he’s very amused by this whole situation 

“but what if I want to be a worm”

“if I cure you and you want to turn back into a worm, that’s on you”

fair enough

insists he needs to ‘examine’ you so he knows you’re not turning into a worm 

makes a lot of jokes at your expense too

finally sighs and admits he would keep you in a little terrarium with all the food and nutrients you need 

“ha, so you would love me if I was a worm”

“love is a strong word”

good enough, would not try again

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #ow #overwatch fic #xreader #overwatch headcanons #x you #hanzo shimada x reader #genji shimada x reader #zenyatta x reader #ramattra x reader #cole cassidy x reader #reaper x reader #lucio x reader #baptiste augustin x reader #lucio ow #overwatch hcs

[whoreteen]

Hhu wanting you to ✨beg✨ like a good gurrrll

↳ pairings: hhu x reader ↳ wc: 2,5K. ↳ genre: smut with a dash of fluff, fwb!au, roommate!au, established relationship. ↳ content warnings: TEASING (lots and lots of it), unprotected sex, use of pet names, dumbification, orgasm denial, corruption, praise kink, slight degradation & dacryphilia if you squint your eyes lol [lmk if i missed anything]

a/n: i wrote short scenarios for the members based off my brain rot . Nothing Else 🤭 they’re all self indulgent sorry not sorry hsgdgs this is straight up filth ok brace yourselves &&’ hope you like it anonie ~_~ also this isn’t proofread oops

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♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐋

— your innocence only makes him want to corrupt you more than he already has.

Seungcheol doesn’t know when or how it all started, but his brain is constantly filled with images of corrupting your every thought. He wants to hear you beg for him and have you know you only belong to him.

He’s fought countless thoughts with himself, blaming it all on your innocent nature that’s in contrast to his own dirty one, yet, he just can’t help taking the most innocent things that you do and making them seem so wrong and dirty.

He doesn’t care how he found himself in this predicament, truthfully, but fuck. You’re just so pure and inexperienced, so innocent — soaking yourself at the simplest of touches. He truly just can’t get enough.

“Fuck.. Cheol,” you choke out his name as he buries his face in your neck, stopping to nip and suck at the flesh there as you’re wrapped around him in every way.

You let out a whine and shiver slightly when his warm breath tickles his neck.

He looks up to admire your desperate state momentarily, bottom lip caught in his teeth before muttering a soft, “Yes, angel?”

His lips attaches to your neck again, leaving open mouthed kisses and light bite marks. The overly intense feeling of his soft, wet lips on your neck and thick cock buried deep inside of you is almost getting too much to bare.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, smirking ever so slightly, eyebrows raised in amusement. He damn well knows your answer already.

“Fuck— no, please, no,” you cry out pathetically as you roll your head into the pillows. “Please.”

“Please what?” he taunts. There’s nothing more he loves than your soft, tiny moans, he just wants you to be louder for him. “I got you baby, but you gotta— shit, you gotta tell me what you want.”

Looking up at with those lidded, slight glossy eyes that he swears he could get lost in, you nod. “P-please,” you moan, “fuck me harder.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, feeling his cock swell a bit more at your pleas, wanting it just as bad as you’re asking for it. “Beg for it.”

He gives you a particularly hard thrust and your voice turns into a squeak as you clench around him.

“Come on, baby, show me how much you want it. How much you want me to fuck you…”

“Cheollie, please,” you’re downright begging now, moaning his name against his lips as his strokes gets faster, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening with each thrust. “Nggh oh my god, fuck—I want it so bad. Please don’t stop.”

You let out a whimper and when you look up at Seungcheol, you’re met with dark, lust blown pupils, and lips swollen red.

His mouth is half open as he lets out very low guttural grunts. “That’s my good girl, I always got you, baby. Are you close? ‘Wanna cum for me?”

♡ 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎

— you’re never one to dirty talk, but unfortunately he won’t fuck you properly unless you do.

“Fucking say it.”

Your tiny moans fill the room as Wonwoo starts slowly grinding inside of you languidly, causing friction between the two of you.

For some reason, your boyfriend gets off on the incoherent babbles that pour out of your mouth as he pounds his big cock inside of you. He just loves hearing you cry and beg for him, but more than anything, he loves seeing you in this state. You never know what to do with yourself whenever he fucks you, it’s almost like you’ve never felt pleasure like this before.

“I said say it,” he demands harshly.

You can’t help but whine and grind your hips up to meet his that have suddenly slowed to a stop.

One thing about Wonwoo is he HAS to hear how good he makes you feel; he wants to hear you beg, swear, use your manners and say ‘please’.

But more importantly, he wants you to tell him what you want.

Your only response is a drawn-out moan, lower lip caught between your teeth. At this point, you just want him to move. To give you what you so desperately want.

“Or I’ll stop,” he adds, earning another whimper from you as his strong hands grip your waist, stilling you with a firm grip. “Don’t test me.”

A low whine of his name escapes your lips and he feels his cock harden at the sight of your doe eyes, pouty lips, and messy hair. His mouth literally waters at the sight.

“Please… Wonu, I need you,” you finally plead. “Please, fuck me hard, make me cum,” you sob while hopelessly bucking your hips into his, yet to avail. “Please…”

You whine, eyes shut tight, “Y-you feel so good… inside me, nggh oh my god. So big.. I-I love it, fuck, so much.”

You’re so needy at this point and literally in the palm of Wonwoo’s hand, but your boyfriend isn’t someone to give in so easily.

If you really wanted it, you’d have to beg and work for it.

He slowly thrusts his hips up shallowly as he moans at the delicious drag of your wet heat.

“How bad do you want it, baby?” he smirks as he watches you tremble and clench around him from such minimal contact. “Hmm? Tell me.”

“S-so badly,” you plead. “I need it.”

“Oh yeah? What do you need, princess?” he teases sadistically, nipping at your bottom lip a little too harshly before licking over the sore spot in apology.

You try to avoid meeting Wonwoo’s eyes and he can’t help but smile lovingly, his dom presence almost disappearing. God, this side of you is just endlessly cute and he finds himself falling even harder for you, if that’s even possible.

He thrusts his hips slightly. “You gotta use your words. If you can’t even say what you need, maybe you don’t want it that bad,” he shrugs nonchalantly, withdrawing his cock the slightest bit, but you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist tightly, to keep him in place.

“No, no, no!” you cry out, sounding so broken as you clench around him. “Please, you make me feel so good, I love how you feel inside of me— please, don’t stop.”

You’re almost crying at this point, tears slipping down your face, and god did Wonwoo love seeing you beg.

“You’re so cute, baby girl, so fucking adorable,” he confesses as he begins thrusting into you, his pace fast and merciless, until you’re a mess of incoherent words, finally giving you what you want. “Do you know that? You’re so beautiful, such a pretty mess, and it’s all for me, right? Fuck, I love you so much… my good girl.”

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔

— he realizes the sound of your desperate moans are more enough to send him over the edge.

You moan, sobbing quietly as you try to muffle the desperate sounds of pleasure you’re letting out behind your hand, too focused on the way he thrusts himself deep inside you.

“C’mon baby,” he coos lightly. “I know you wanna be good, for me, don’t you?”

His hips slows to an agonizing slow grind against yours and you nod vigorously. “Exactly, now take your hand off your mouth. For me.”

You do as you’re told. He tightens the grip around your neck just a little before his forehead presses against yours. “Wanna, fuck, hear those pretty little noises you make.”

You feel the loud gasp you let out cut through the already stuffy room and it only takes a few seconds before you stop fighting the urge to push yourself against him, kissing him sloppily.

Mingyu moans into the kiss and presses his lips harder against yours, swallowing each of your delicious moans. Truthfully, there’s nothing more he loves than hearing your moans, but as always, he really needs you to be louder for him. Like, he feels like if he doesn’t hear your loud moans, he might die. That’s how bad it is…

“Gyu…” you whimper. “I— fuck, oh my god yes, just like that… Feel so full.”

To him, your moans and sounds of pleasure is music to his ears, something he wants to hear over and over again.

All of this started with you drunkenly hooking up with your roommate, Mingyu once, and since then, you’ve been casually ‘hanging out’. You’ve had many pillow talks at first which involved conversations about what you’re both into and not into as well as rules to keep things from getting, well, messy.

Surely, the ‘no feelings’ and ‘no strings’ rules were the most important things in your relationship, but Mingyu had broken them way before he knew they even existed.

He fell for you the first time you had sex, and at this point, he’s too far gone to even think about refusing you anything you want. If quick hookups is what you want from him, and still be his friend, then he can do that.

Little does he know, you feel the exact same way.

Mingyu lazily licks his lips and raises an eyebrow at the desperate whines of plea that escapes your mouth as you buck your hips into his.

“I know you can take it,” he pants, the way he’s speaking makes your head spin as he gradually picks up his pace. You feel him deliver a particularly rough thrust that manages to hit that soft spot inside of you as you force your grip on him to tighten and your eyes to snap shut.

You try to open your mouth to say something, but all you can produce are silent gasps and broken whimpers of his name as he thrusts his hips into you.

“Fuck, baby. Show me you’re a good girl.”

Your eyes roll back into your head, he’s got you just where he wants you. “Mingyu, oh my god, right there!”

He continues to thrust his hips hard and deep, your tight walls tightening around him as your loud moans loudly resounds in the empty room.

“Yeah?” He places one of your legs over his shoulder as his pace quickens, a choked moan falling from your lips at the feeling. “Tell me how good I make you feel. Want you to feel good for me.”

“S-so good, fuck. ‘Gonna cum.”

Mingyu thrusts forward, loosening his grip on your waist until his cock is fully sheathed inside your gspot before he suddenly stills his hips. “Wanna cum? Yeah? Beg for it like a good girl, then.”

♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋

— he wants you to fuck you so good to the point you won’t be able to think about anyone or anything else.

Vernon is tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before he pulls away and you hear a soft, “Fuck, you’re so pretty… so gorgeous, it’s killing me,” dance over your ear.

You let a high-pitched moan escape your lips and his hips slow to a deep grind as he appreciates how wet you get just from him spilling out a few words, how you crumble beneath him before he even pushes his dick fully inside of you.

“My good girl… Taking it all in like the beautiful slut you are, hmm?” he coos. “Just for me?”

“Fuck, it feel so good I’m so— oh my god, so close.”

“Say my name,” he commands in a low voice, running his large hands beneath your body, groping a handful of tits. “Wanna hear you moan my name.”

The thing about Vernon though, is that he gets off on stuff like this. You’ve been friends with benefits for a while and, the amount of times he’s fucked his hand to the thought of you moaning his name? Countless. The way you whimper his name? Fuck, he’s on cloud nine.

“Hansol— oh my god, fuck!” you cry faintly, your entire body trembling as he tilts his mouth to your ear and whispers obscene delights. “It feels so good, please don’t stop— god, please.”

Vernon firmly grips your throat the second you moan his name, grinding his cock as deep as he can penetrate you, stretching you to accept his size. You feel your inner muscles strangling him and close your eyes.

“No, no, no. Don’t close them baby,” he demands, his soft voice holding a certain degree of authority that instantly makes you stop in your tracks. “Wanna see your face…”

You open your eyes to look into his gorgeous ones and he thinks he might explode, the eye contact alone is enough to nearly send him over the edge.

“I want your eyes on me, can you do that for me, baby girl?” he asks, his voice just above a whisper, moaning at the wrecked look in your eyes.

The next move you make is giving him a kiss that’s much softer and sweeter, a gentle one, right before he says, “I promise I’ll make you feel good, trust me.”

In all honestly, you don’t need to hear it. You already know he will, just like he always does.

“Sollie— god, fuck! Feels so good. Fuccck— so big….”

“Oh yeah?” he says, entertaining your little rant.

Continuing to rut against his hips, you feel yourself forgetting how to breathe as you stare in awe at Hansol who’s voice is getting breathy and fucked out.

You squirm underneath him, closing your eyes.

“Look at me baby,” he says. “Open your eyes.”

You look up at the pretty boy on top of you, beads of sweat running from his collarbone over his perky chest. He looks so fucking hot, all blissed out and fucking you as hard as he can.

“There she is…” he grunts, “My good fucking girl. Keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?”

You can’t help but nod, moving against his hips and moaning his name continuously as you try your best to get more friction. Your chanting stops for a minute but your best friend’s hips hasn’t stopped, still buried deep inside you.

“I-I need words, baby, wanna hear you beg,” he moans. “You look so pretty, all flushed… Shit, you’re so beautiful.”

“Fuck— there you go baby, that’s my good girl. Always so good for me…” Vernon whispers against your lips as his hips slow to a deep grind, crashing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. “You’re doing so well for me. Taking me so fucking well, like always, huh?”

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[winwintea]

dreamies as your disney world boyfriend

pairing ▸ boyfriend!dreamies x reader author's note ▸ i am working on the SERIES I PROMISE GUYS... it's just quite long... oops. i needed to channel my inner disney for inspiration for this sorry. the prompt seemed to make more sense in my head so i guess it's just, 'dreamies at disney' now lol. ALSO SOME DISNEY TERMINOLOGY in there i apologize. should make sense but if it's confusing ask me lmfaooo

mark lee

photographer boyfriend obviously 

doesn’t even complain about how many photos you want to take

is actually dying inside but hides it away with dad jokes to cope with the pain

“it’s not even noon yet and dis-knees are killing me bro” 

will only complain about the heat 

“It’s like we’re on the surface on the sun dude… like satan’s armpit. that’s crazzzzyy.”

you couldn’t help but laugh

but then he just KEPT GOING

“it’s like we’re in the inside of a mouth… there are things sticking to things that-” 

and you cut him off right there.

can’t help the fact that bro is a D1 yapper.

will not wear mickey ears though no matter how much you beg him to :(  

favorite ride: slinky dog dash

least favorite ride: dumbo

huang renjun

the boyfriend that actually disney bounds with you

so y’all are disney bounding as nick wilde and judy hopps from zootopia (renjun’s idea)

chenle took him to shanghai disney once, so he’s a big fan of duffy and friends

oh how disappointed he was when he realized that the mascots don’t exist in WDW

“preferred parking? i would prefer parking to be free, thank you very much.” 

mood is very sour upon entering

“i know you’re cold but i did tell you to bring a jacket.” rude.

however once you two start collecting your first character signature he’s locked in

somehow more excited to meet the characters than the kids are? (ur 24. reality check!)

he gets more into it as the day goes on

YOU BET HE’S WEARING THE MICKEY EARS. 

although he already had fox ears on to begin with anyways

favorite ride: mickey & minnie’s runaway railway

least favorite ride: seven dwarfs mine train (it was too short)

lee jeno

foodie boyfriend 

wants a turkey leg like really badly 

“that guy has a turkey leg… sir- um sir- where did you get that turkey leg”

you have to bribe this man with food.

which honestly is okay by you because you just wanna take photos of the food.

"yknow with this ride being 50 years old, you'd think they could've made the boats a little bigger. have to man spread now" 

whatever you’re thinking of, that’s literally not what he meant. 

he’s an innocent lil guy. (seriously, it just came out wrong.)

holds ur hand on all rides. 

let’s you grab onto his muscles arms while you are nervous on the thrill rides

no mickey ears though. (it’s the bow that always throws them off)

favorite ride: rise of the resistance 

least favorite ride: teacups

lee haechan

out of pocket boyfriend who will not stfu

“bambi’s the only movie i really couldn’t watch… i could not be as strong as bambi” 

after you give him the, “wtf” look he just continues. on.

“cause if my mom died well… there goes my friend group.”

will randomly start singing disney songs in the middle of waiting for a ride. 

in those show/ride/attractions he’s the only one clapping and screaming. 

especially true for the beauty and the beast sing-a-long attraction, cause yknow he’s gonna scream his lungs out.

yeah he’ll wear mickey ears, but you bought him a goofy hat instead. It was more fitting.

“can’t believe disney made a character after me… should i sue?”

also complains a lot. way too much.

“EPCOT? more like every person comes out tired.”

favorite ride: pirates of the caribbean (he kept making a booty joke over and over again)

least favorite ride: toy story midway mania (bc he lost)

na jaemin

hardcore boyfriend photographer (pt 2) + ‘mom’ boyfriend

man knows all your best angles and where to take photos

“picture, picture over here… yes yes right… in front of the castle angel. oh that’s so pretty… in… in… down… up… okay! smile!”

you two spend like half the day taking photos, jaemin needs to show off his gf ofc.

cares for you the whole entire day, makes sure you drink enough water

aggressively refills your waterbottles every second he gets. 

“when it doubt, chug it out! (cue jaemin chugging his own bottle)

he unfortunately will not wear mickey ears. (jaemin i believed in you.)

he’s not the one being taken photos of, so no mickey ears for him.

“princess i don’t wanna hear it. the humidity is good for you. this is like nature’s pore declogging.”

favorite ride: frozen ever after

least favorite ride: none (bc he did everything with u <3)

zhong chenle

in between buying you everything and calling everything too expensive boyfriend

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET A MEMBERSHIP WITH CLUB 33.

this man pulls you into that sus green building on main street, and your jaw drops.

club 33, is an exclusive, membership only restaurant at disney. it’s like an elite society filled with rich upper class, but at disney. (never been inside not sure how to describe it but oh boy is membership expensive.) the waitlist got so long in 2007, they closed it for 5 years. look it up on wikipedia disney lore goes hard

“i just asked a couple of friends, and they recommended me this place.” boy.

you’re panicking because you’re severely underdressed. (you’re in a jessie costume.)

he reassures you, since you’re at disney, and being dressed like this is normal.

once u have one of the most expensive meals of ur life, chenle drags u to every single thrill ride.

he also buys you a balloon and a bubble wand <3

but for some reason when you arrive at the gift shop he realizes he’s spent a lot.

“okay enough gift shop. look away from the gift shop. this vacation already has us in poverty.”

AND BRO ACTS LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TRIP IM NOT KIDDING.

he’ll buy you a nice meal at one of the restaurants and then…

“we’re not getting churros they’re 5 dollars.”

no mickey ears either why do you even ask

“next time i’ll take u to shanghai, it’s better okay?”

favorite ride: tower of terror

least favorite ride: it’s a small world after all

park jisung

anti-disney everything boyfriend

gets frustrated at everything. cannot read the map.

when he goes on small world…

he severely questions his mental sanity. like actually guys i think he needs help.

“this ride is for kids.” 

the ride in question: the barnstormer! a 40 second kiddie roller coaster that has top speeds of up to 25mph!

literally jisung’s 13 reason. 

he was screaming his little heart out poor baby.

“I’m not wearing those. Stop.” you do not stop. “Take these off of me right now.”

he wears the ears for half of the day though so a win is a win.

“we’re going to the other park? we’re not going home? there’s 3 more??????”

favorite ride: none

least favorite ride: all

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream fic #nct fic #nct #nct dream imagine #nct x reader #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios #nct mark #nct jeno #nct renjun #nct jaemin #nct haechan #nct chenle #nct jisung #mark lee #lee donghyuck #lee jeno #park jisung #na jaemin #huang renjun #zhong chenle #chenle #renjun #jisung #jeno #haechan #jaemin #nct dream drabbles

[bunni-v1]

My request is for riddle x reader where the reader is a very skilled equestrian

Riddle and His Equestrian Partner 

TW: My little pony reference; swearing

Info: Riddle x Reader; Horses; Idk shit about horses

🍓This low-key turned into a whole short story in several parts before I remembered these were head cannons and forcefully split it up lol. It’s not too long, because little concepts like this aren’t exactly the easiest to write a multi-page story about, but I try my best. I kinda of just went off on my own though, so I hope this is what you wanted lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it, and sorry about the whole waiting thing only for a mini piece like this.

Riddle

-Ah! Riddle Rosehearts, we meet again.

-Riddle is a proud man. He’s multi-talented, incredibly hardworking, intelligent, and not so much kind, but it's not his fault his mother shoved a stick up his pompous ass.

-He takes great enjoyment in being the best at the things he does, but he fully accepts that… maybe… possibly he won’t always be at the top of the top.

-He does try, though. Very hard, because if he doesn’t his mother will be very cross with him.

-Something he takes greatest pride in is his talent in horseback riding. He’s a very talented equestrian, and he adores his horses. It’s one of the very few hobbies he was pushed into that he genuinely loves.

-He loves it so much that, when he gets accepted to attend NRC, he willingly and excitedly signs up for the equestrian club. In fact — other than his mother forcing the school down his throat — NRC’s equestrian club was one of the main draws of the school to him.

-This is where he meets you, his freshman year of college. 

-He walks into the stables, the smell of hay, feed, and mud (and horse shit) filling him with nothing but delight. 

-Students are allowed to bring their own horses from home if they’d like, but the school provides a handful of wonderful purebreds for those new to the sport or not willing to transport their own to campus.

-Riddle decided against bringing his old girl the first semester, even though she would be more reliable. He wanted a change, something new and exciting. He was good with horses, so he was sure whichever one he was given would be easy enough to work with and train how he liked. 

-While he was looking at the different horses, one in particular caught his eye. A beautiful Appaloosa with a shiny clean coat and pretty braided hair.

-It was love at first sight for him. This was his horse, gaping at it with an open mouth, he looked rather stupid. 

-At least, that’s what you thought at least. Stupid and endearing staring at your big baby of a horse like she was the most perfect creature on earth.

-To be fair, she was really pretty, just not… not pretty enough for this reaction, you think.

-“Hey, you okay?” You ask.

“Ah- Uhm, yes. Just… appreciating the horse.”

-Riddle is bright red trying to explain why he felt so… inspired by your horse. 

-Surprisingly, however, it goes well, as you very enthusiastically tell him all about Rainbow Dash, “Dashie”, the third. 

-You’re his first friend on campus! (Other than Trey).

-However, your name sounds very familiar, and he can’t quite get it out of his head after your first meeting.

-So… he looks you up, and he sees your insanely impressive track record. First-place medals, championship trophies, the whole shebang. You’re far more talented than him, and it almost makes him jealous he wasn’t so incredibly impressed.

-Truly Night Raven College has the most impressive students attending within its walls.

-He would initiate some sort of rivalry, but you’re just so… cool. So relaxed, and confident about your skills. He can’t help but admire you more than he wishes he were you.

-The two of you have very different schedules, so you hardly get to see each other outside of club meetings, your interactions are strictly horse-related.

-However, you hear about his violent temper and you find it kind of funny. 

-“You’re like an untrained horse, you need a good rider to reel you in.” You always tease with a wink whenever he gets particularly angry at a match or during practice.

-To everyone’s surprise, he doesn’t blow up at you, just flustered and grumbles like a toddler being scolded by his parent.

-In fact, you’re the only person he really doesn’t blow up at. Your mutual love for horses and hard work in classes make you a nearly unstoppable duo.

-When he gets frustrated training his new horse from the school, you’re there to help cool him down and find a productive way to retrain the horse. When he doesn’t perform well in a match or compares himself to you and your records, you remind him of how different your training was compared to his.

-You two become incredibly close through all of this.

-So it’s no surprise when you both decide to start meeting up outside of class to study together. Then you start meeting up to just hang out in his dorm room. Then you start treating him to sweet treats off campus. Then you start showing up to Heartslabyul’s tea parties.

-It was honestly only a matter of time before the two of you decided to make things official, and when you do, it’s incredibly easy!

-You both plan horse riding dates with each other and spend the majority of your time together talking about training techniques or studying for your upcoming tests.

-Him bringing you home to meet his horse was honestly a bigger deal than meeting his mother.

-He was afraid you wouldn’t find him as beautiful since you own Dashie, but you were absolutely in love with his old girl. She seemed to like you too, given she didn’t try to buck you off the second you claimed onto her back.

-He’s incredibly supportive of you at your own matches and your matches alongside him. 

-Now he’s proud of not only his skills, but you and yours as well, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader

[sykosomatic]

Hey I’m new to your blog but so far I like most of what you write… I was wondering if I could make a request for a one shot? I can’t write for shit but I’ve always thought this would be really hot:

Billy Loomis as Ghostface x Sidney’s sibling!Reader. Reader is working the graveyard shift alone at a diner or something and is taking out the trash before locking up, Billy comes creeping up on them by the dumpsters dressed as Ghostface (reader never finds out who he actually is, but I’ve got a softer spot for Billy, sorry Stu…) and starts feeling them up… which leads to more. If you take kink requests I’d like to try this with clothed sex, a knife kink, them almost/actually getting caught, and anything else you want to include. Thank you in advance if you end up taking the request!

well thank u! welcome to my blog, i hope u enjoy the stay!! as for kink requests, yes i do take them!! <3 this sounds so hot!

(billy loomis) ghostface x (sidney’s sibling) reader! nsfw!!!

cw: gn reader, anal penetration (reader receiving fingers/cock), clothed sex, knife kink, public sex, semi-cnc, groping, reader is at work, dirty talk, submissive reader, ghostface cums inside reader, ghostface does not use protection (but this is fiction and you very much should irl lol)

you’d just finished wiping down all the diner tables, gathering up all the crumbs left on the last couples’ booth as they filed out, thanking you for your patience with them as they lost track of time and talked the night away. you didn’t mind. they’d been very nice and had tipped really well, and they were the only people left in there. you’d been able to get a lot done in the time they stayed, and you were just about done closing up for the night. you just had one last batch of trash to take down to the dumpster.

typically, tales of the boogeyman didn’t scare you on your journey to the dumpster. but tonight it felt a little farther away; and there were those rumors of a serial killer that came out at night. he wore a ghost-faced mask and a black robe, and you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to see him coming in the black darkness of the night. you shook it off, wishing your manager would be a little easier on not taking trash out late at night. but you knew if your coworker had to do it when they got there the next morning they wouldn’t appreciate it.

so, you took the trash out.

you got all the way to the large dumpster and threw all the trash away, thinking with a wave of relief that maybe ghostface would have grabbed you by now if he was going to… right?

your relief was dashed though, when you felt a hand on your back, pushing you against the side of the dumpster, making you cry out in surprise. another hand rose up and covered your mouth. you could feel the entire body of this person against your back as they spoke to you in a hushed tone, “you’d better be quiet if you don’t want this knife in your back.” you thought maybe you recognized the voice; it sounded familiar somehow. maybe you were just mistaken in your blind panic.

“mhm! mhm!” you said, nodding vigorously at his words, heart racing in your chest as your brain tried desperately to unscramble his voice.

“good, good,” he said, slowly moving his hand away from your mouth. your relief was short-lived because he immediately brought his hand back up, this time to your throat, accompanied by the blade of a knife. “now, i need you to behave for me. am i gonna have any trouble with you doing that?”

you shook your head ‘no,’ slowly, trying to make sure his knife didn’t cut you. you could feel yourself getting lightheaded as the blood rushed elsewhere. embarrassingly, you could feel yourself getting… aroused??? what the fuck? well, at least if you had to be in this situation you were somewhat enjoying yourself. the strange familiarity of his voice was helping in that regard, making you quite confused about how to feel.

ghostface left you little time to contemplate your internal crisis, the hand that wasn’t holding a knife to your throat going to start groping your ass, your hips, even going up your shirt and feeling up your chest. you sucked in a breath as you felt him brush over your nipple, a sensitive spot for you. there was a pause as he interpreted what kind of gasp it was, and you could swear you could hear your heartbeat in your chest.

“enjoying yourself?” ghostface teased, pressing the blade of the knife closer against your throat. you were worried it would draw blood if he pressed any further, but for some reason that wasn’t scary as much as it was… exciting. your arousal built between your legs so much so that there was no way to contain it. you whimpered as he teased you and he laughed, amused. “well, now, looks like you’re the perfect person for me to do this to—“

ghostface snaked his hand away from your chest, shoving you harder against the side of the dumpster. you felt him shift, his fingers diving into your mouth, swirling over your tongue. they invaded deeper in, making you gag and drool all over them. “good, watch those teeth… there you go…” he guided, pulling his fingers away as you gasped and sputtered. his slickened up fingers slipped down the back of your shorts, beneath your underwear. you shivered as you felt his wet fingertips brush your asshole, instinctively clenching but realizing that would make it worse. you tried to keep your breathing even, relax your muscles, and let his fingers in.

you didn’t currently have a partner, but you’d had a couple in the past, so needless to say, you were at least a bit prepared for what the feeling of his fingers going inside your hole felt like.

you moaned, muscles relaxing in pleasure as he slowly slipped two fingers into you, stopping where they met his hand. “wow…” he purred into your ear, curling his fingers up into you. you mewled out in pleasure, heat up to the tips of your ears. “you like this, don’t you? little sicko…” he teased, making you bite your lip.

he was soon fingering you with more force, pushing you against the dumpster in a slow but rough rhythm. the knife was loose against your throat as he worked you over, and you moaned out as he unraveled you. he added another finger after a little while, stretching you out, prepping you for what you presumed might be his cock.

you still weren’t ready for it as he slid your shorts down a bit and sheathed his cock inside of you. he was girthy, that was for sure. the shape and size of his cock felt like it was perfectly made for your asshole, somehow. it hit every perfect spot at once.

and then he started thrusting, and you could barely handle the pleasure coursing through your entire body. “oh.. oh fuck..” you whined, screwing your eyes shut in the darkness and holding yourself up against the dumpster. one arm, you rested your head on, and the other’s hand was splayed across the dumpster to keep you from rocking it too hard as he fucked into you.

one of his hands was on your hip now, the knife staying more or less near your throat, his arm snaked through yours to hold you tightly in that spot. “fuck. you feel good,” he told you, grunting between thrusts, fucking you rougher and with more power in each stroke as he got closer to climax. you could feel yourself getting closer, too, as he hit that spot over and over again. his thrusts slowed after a hit but kept their power, the small dumpster rocking with his thrusts as you moaned in its rhythm.

he finally stopped fucking into you, keeping himself sheathed fully inside you as he reached his hand around and gave you a handjob, making you cry out in pleasure. you came, clenching your ass around his cock and milking an orgasm out of him. he came inside your asshole, filling you to the brim before pulling his cock slowly out, presumably watching himself leak out of you. he tugged your shorts up roughly and turned you around, thrusting his knife in your face threateningly. “you’re lucky you’ve got such a nice ass… maybe i’ll have to find you again,” he told you, before stalking off into the night. you were so stunned with what had happened you stood there for a good long while before going back inside.

#writing #slashers #asks #drabble #requests #slasher smut #billy loomis #ghostface smut #slashers smut #reader x ghostface #ghostface x reader #billy loomis ghostface #billy loomis x reader #gn reader

[linnamonrolls0]

I love the fact Annabeth pick pockets Hermes... so can you do a reader x Hermes were maybe he taught her to pick pocket and then she pick pockets him to be funny or get his attention?

(I have so many ideas and also none at the same time! Lol I may send one or two more asks if that's ok?)

The Best That You Can Do

LMM!Hermes x Reader

Rating: T / Words: 1,300

You’ll never know why you suggested accompanying Hermes on his mail delivery errands.

The pair of you had spent most of the day flying halfway around the world, and finally landed in midtown Manhattan for your last task: a short visit to Olympus to deliver a disturbingly heavy box. Being by his side, Hermes entrusted you with a pair of winged sneakers similar to his own, and so you’d been able to cross between the realms just as easily under the god’s wing.

To keep things entertaining, Hermes had been giving you a crash-course in thievery along the way, setting you random little pickpocketing challenges and being pleasantly surprised at how quickly you’d picked up his skills, ending up with a box full of random trinkets from every country you’d visited thus far.

It had all been fun at first, but as much as you enjoyed each other’s company, pranks and constant witty banter, being his mail delivery sidekick for the day was starting to wear you out…

See, he took his work seriously. Almost too seriously. You’d tried to distract him once or twice as he’d whisked you from one sky to another, but he’d swatted away your advances and warned you to let him keep focused. But his determination was pretty sexy, and he looked so unfairly attractive in those overalls, you toyed with the idea of getting him out of them… Would a little distraction be so bad?

You’d insisted on stopping for a coffee break before making your way to the Empire State Building, and after rather a lot of convincing, Hermes finally agreed. Now, seated in the passenger seat of his undercover delivery van with your feet up on the dashboard, you nibbled on a cupcake, simply watching him as you sat parked up on the side of the road, while he sipped at his coffee as he chattered away on his caduceus cellphone, tuning out the bickering pair of snakes coiled around it. He looked tired, but still gorgeous as he gave kind but firm orders to whomever was on the other end of the line… No matter how busy a day he’d had, his dark brown eyes always carried that characteristic sparkle that had first got you.

He’d placed his cap on the dash, leaving his hair a little haphazard, only worsening as he wearily dragged a hand through it. You leant over the vehicle’s console and grasped his hand in your own as he finally ended his call.

“Hermes, are you alright?” you murmured, nuzzling at his neck a little.

“Mmm?” he hummed, glancing down at you, only half listening as his phone buzzed on the dash for the millionth time today - you wished that was an exaggeration. “For fuck’s sake… I’m sorry, love, I’m okay. Things have been crazy…”

“I know, babe. Take it easy,” you said softly. You slid across the console and into his lap on the driver’s seat, careful not to knock the gear shift and send the vehicle flying on an accidental joyride up to the heavens. Wouldn’t be the first time today…

Hermes looked up at you, and you willed yourself not to get lost in his eyes. His hands came to rest at your waist and he began on a breath, “What are you…”

“Like you said, it’s been a crazy day, and even a god needs a break sometimes. So it’s a good thing you brought me along…” You placed your hands over his, his gaze following as you trailed your fingers up his arms to grasp the collar of his jumpsuit in your fists. “C’mere…”

You barely caught sight of the flash of hunger in his dark brown eyes as they met yours again, before he caught your lips in a ravenous kiss, and you finally had him exactly where you wanted him. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon and something inexplicably but familiarly sweet; and it took all your willpower not to melt into him, but you were on a mission here.

See, there was only one challenge of his you hadn’t managed thus far: picking his pockets. Every time you thought you had him, he’d whirl around and grasp your wrist between his thumb and index finger, bring your hand to his lips… “Nice try, sweetheart,” he’d smirk, dropping a chaste kiss to the back of your palm, and that was the end of it.

But you kept trying, nonetheless. And while you had him distracted by this increasingly heated kiss in the driver’s seat of his mail van, you slipped your hand into the pockets of his overalls and snuck out his keys from one, his wallet from the other, and into your own pockets… keeping him duly distracted with his tongue engaged in a delicious dance with yours, his hands tucked and bound under your overalls - and he was none the wiser as your hands quickly returned to teasing him, palming him over his overalls in a perfect distraction.

You’d finally done it.

You slowly drew back, satisfied, admiring the sweet, sappy smile on his handsome face. He certainly looked a little more relaxed, and that could hardly be a bad thing… “Better?” you teased.

Hermes nodded, slowly licking his own lips now that yours were too far. “A little. C’mon, let’s get this last delivery done, then we can go finish what you just started…”

He withdrew his hands from under your overalls and instead began searching his multitude of pockets around for his keys to start up the van. You struggled to stifle a laugh as he grew increasingly frantic.

“Missing something, babe?”

He raised his brows at you, evidently having caught on that you were up to no good. “I don’t suppose you know where my keys are… do you?”

You shook your head, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes - but you couldn’t keep from cracking a smile.

“You little…” Hermes laughed, cursing under his breath as he quickly circled his arms around your waist and patted down your pockets, “Ah, gotcha.” You pouted as he plucked his missing belongings out of your pockets, reclaiming his wallet and reaching around you to turn the key in the vehicle’s ignition, the sudden vibration caused by its enchanted engine sending a shiver through the both of you.

“C’mon, you could’ve at least pretended you didn’t know!” you protested with a playful whack to his chest.

“I didn’t!” he argued, keeping his tone as light as yours, “Not until you smiled, anyway.” You rolled your eyes, shooting that same smirk at him. “But just like that, the student becomes the master. Can’t lie, I’m a little proud of you.”

“Please, Hermes. Your wallet and keys were a piece of cake - as was this piece of cake, actually.” You mirrored his playful tone and your innuendo wasn’t lost on him as you suggestively eyed him up, grabbing the cupcake off the dash and feeding him a little bite. He smashed a blob of frosting onto his mouth and pulled you in for a sugar-coated kiss, delicately sucking and biting at your lips.

“Maybe I should set you a harder challenge,” he said on a breath, flushed from the kiss.

“Like what?” you asked, teasingly licking away a bit of frosting below his lip.

He shifted beneath you, and his innuendo wasn’t lost on you either. “Let me think…”

“Let me steal your heart,” you giggled, “Will you take me seriously then?”

“Oh, that… Stealing hearts is an entirely different sort of trickery.” He winked, “And you had mine long before any of these trinkets…”

You blushed beet red at the god’s bold confession as he shifted the van into gear, hyper-speeding off down the street towards the Empire State Building, your heart racing even faster.

#lin manuel miranda #pjo hermes #pjo hermes fanfic #hermes x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin manuel x reader #boy you got me helpless #asks #my gif #my fic

[awoogayanderes]

S/O WITH HYPERSOMNIA

➪ request : “hi! can i request feitan, gon and killua w a reader that has hypersomnia? aka the opposite of insomnia lol, excessive sleepiness it's not like a bad thing but they sleep a lot (10-12 hours) a night and also like taking naps bonus points if theyre really physically affectionate so the reader loves falling asleep while cuddling? :> sorry if this was too specific, if you do decide to write this you can make whatever you want of it, i don't mind ^^ thank you in advance! - @youseebbiggirl

➪ other notes : ahhh i love this prompt and im so sorry gon’s part is so short but i wasn’t sure what to put

Feitan Portor :

- he’s the quickest to find out, he’s confused on why you aren’t bothering him

- he goes searching for you impatiently, about to ask you why haven’t you been with him all day

- phinks sees him rushing through the halls confused on why the short man was dashing

- finally feitan comes across you lying down on your futon sprawled out

- it was 2 in the afternoon and he could have sworn you fell asleep early last night

- he squints before sighing and crouching down

- he flicks your forehead, “hey idiot wake up” he says as you stir in your sleep

- not seeing you wake up he grips your shoulders and shakes you

- with this action you immediately wake up, looking up at your not so romantic boyfriend

- “feitannnn” you whine in disappointment

- “why are you sleeping so much,” he asks

- “i don’t know i just sleep randomly for long hours,” you yawn

- after this interaction he’ll always pay attention to how drowsy you are

- now, feitan isn’t an affectionate man by any means but when he sees you sleepily invite him to lie beside you, he cant help it

- though he would 100% make sure that nobody was around, he has a reputation to keep up

- as creepy as it sounds, he likes watching you sleep during your naps, he likes the way your chest slowly rises and drops and the way your face looks

- you’re the only person that can make this stoic man smile even if its a small one

Gon Freeccs :

- he’s oblivious of your whole situation

- he just thinks you’re tired

- after all, being a hunter is very tiring

- he starts suspecting something’s wrong when you’re sleeping more than half a day weeks after your mission

- “y/n~” he shakes you gently awake, not trying to startle you

- he pouts as you whine in annoyance, “gon im still asleep,” you tell him going back to sleep

- normally he lets you sleep, still not very knowledgeable about your sleepiness

- he doesn’t mind if people see him with you, in fact he loves when people see you sleeping on him

- he’s very confident in your relationship with him plus he cant push you off when you’re sleeping looking all cute

- he loves it when you fall asleep in his arms, confiding yourself in him, he doesn’t care if someone watches, he loves you after all

Killua Zoldyck :

- he finds it odd how you’re always drowsy and wanting to sleep

- you always sleep early only to wake up late in the afternoon

- “hey wake up,” he pokes you wanting you to stop your slumber to be with him

- you look up at him confused before placing your head down on your pillow again

- “HEY pay attention to me!” he loudly says to you wanting you to get up

- after this situation, he’ll let you sleep on him when he sees you yawn or droop your eyes

- when you have your naps, he checks up on you occasionally

- if he has his butler around, he’ll make sure he takes care of you as well

- he doesn’t mind if people are around but if anyone mentions it he’ll immediately get red in the face and slightly push you off

- sometimes when you’re asleep he’ll creep into your futon, hugging you

- he wants your warmth to hug his heart

- but don’t bring it up, he’ll get nervous with you afterwards

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with tenderness #hunter hunter #feitan portor x reader #feitan fluff #feitan x reader #gon freeccs x reader #gon x reader #gon fluff #killua zoldyck x reader #killua x reader #killua fluff

[adiduck]

Since it's one of my favorite scenes in TGM, maybe the '86 boys finding the most beautiful plane ever built (i.e. the F-14 for those who don't know what I mean) and figuring out who gets to pilot and who has to backseat? Or '86 Ice and Mav after seeing the Admiral in his hospital bed? Or Ice having a chat with Rooster?

Gonna go with the first one, because I'm actually really pleased with the banter LOL

-

“Ice,” Mav says, hunched over as he looks through the binoculars. He’s gone very, very still.

“If it isn’t good news, don’t tell me,” Ice says.

“It’s… well, it’s news,” Mav says, and hands him the binoculars. “Last spot on the right.

Ice takes the binoculars and looks through them.

He stares.

“Well,” he says finally. “She may not fly.”

“That’s true,” Mav agrees.

“And we won’t outrun any of the bogeys in the air.”

“Also true.”

Ice falls silent again, staring. “...Rock-paper-scissors for the pilot seat?”

“You’re on,” Mav says.

-

“I can’t believe you cheated,” Mav hisses, as they slide down the last of the bank.

“I did not,” Ice lies. “How would someone cheat at rock-paper-scissors?”

“You hesitated!”

“You want a redo? I’m sure we could stop someone to referee,” Ice says. They start out into the open, looking around at all the people milling about like so many chickens with their heads cut off. “But if not, I think we should run.”

“Argh!” Mav says eloquently.

They run.

In front of them, an F-14 Tomcat looms large, big and beautiful and just for them.

By some miracle, nobody stops them as they dash across the runway towards her.

-

“Do you often cheat at rock-paper-scissors,” Mav asks, as Ice walks up to the generator, hoping against hope has he activates the machine--

It lights up.

“Fuck, yes,” Ice says.

“Glad you’re willing to admit it,” Mav says, because he’s a jackass. Ice rolls his eyes.

“No time to preflight,” he says, and rounds to march towards the ladder. “Unhook us will you?”

“No, I’m going to just stand here and wait for us to be caught,” Mav mutters.

Ice ignores him, jumping into the cockpit and hauling his helmet back on, taking in the familiar, if aged-looking, dashboard.

“Hi there, baby,” he says, and feels the warm weight of familiarity settle into his bones. He runs his fingers over the dashboard for a moment. “We’re gonna treat you right. You up for a last flight?” He flips the Master on, fingers flying through the start engine sequence. “Come on, sweetheart, you show these pretenders how it’s done--”

There’s a thrum, and the first engine turns over.

Down on the ground, Mav whoops.

Ice doesn’t bother to suppress his grin, cheeks hurting with it. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” he says, and lets reflex kick in, coaxing the second engine to life as Mav climbs in behind him.

“Fuck, it’s been a bit since I sat in this seat,” Mav complains through the radio, as Ice secures the canopy.

“Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to be much help,” Ice assures him, and throttles forward and out of the hangar bay.

“Fuck you, too.”

Ice’s grin widens. “Don’t proposition me in front of our date, Mav, it’s bad form.”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby, you know you’re the only girl for us,” Mav says, instantly, sounding genuinely apologetic.

Ice shakes his head, taxiing them out and taking in the taxiway in front of them, the completely cratered runway. He feels the smile fall off his face slightly. “Hm.”

“...Taxiway it is, I guess,” Mav muses.

“Short runway takeoff,” Ice agrees. “You a praying man, Mav?”

“Nope.”

“Me neither,” Ice says, and starts the takeoff sequence. “Let’s go.”

-

#adi is a writer #ask game #icemav #they're taking a lovely lady on a date ;) #operation groundhog au #wip snippet

[cariadlovescodwomen]

still embarrassed, and still not good at this 😭

doing farah’s hair (gn!reader) (romantic)

warning(s): none that i’m aware of

i sincerely apologise for any grammatical or linguistic errors! short because my writing’s not good enough for a full fic yet (or ever, lol) <3

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you gently took strands of her hair, collecting them to make the plait she’s been seen with many times before. she’s quiet, she usually is. you’ve come to learn that actions speak louder than words with farah.

you hummed softly, you couldn’t help but let the stupid smile on your face grow. if she could see it, she’d surely tease you. but, while the quiet is nice, you wanted to hear her voice, so, you attempted to start a conversation.

“hey, farah?” you called her name. “yes?” her voice was always hypnotic to you. “why’d you let me do your hair? i’m not complaining, but you usually do it yourself, don’t you?” she hummed for a moment, before speaking, “i’ve seen you staring. i thought it would be nice to let you do it for me.” is that so?

“well, if i get to be near you, i don’t mind what we’re doing.” you responded, your tone slightly teasing. a short laugh escaped her. “you can be so sappy at times.” the smile on your face brightened. “so can you, don’t act like your above me!” her laugh was melodious.

“that’s not how i meant it at all, you know that.” you could hear the smile in her voice. “hm, whatever you say.” you replied. farah leaned into your touch, but still leaving enough space for you to continue your work.

being with you took some of the stress off of her shoulders. and after everything farah’s been through, she deserved more than just some time away from the chaos of her work. you’d always admired farah. the way she led her people, the way she fought for what was right. there was not a dash of selfishness in her being.

farah knew you held her very high, and she hoped you knew how much she admires you in return. she hoped you truly understood the extent of her love and loyalty to you.

as you were getting lost in thought, she seemed to notice. “are you okay?” her voice came out in a somewhat-whisper. you blinked hard, returning your focus to her hair. “ah, yeah, yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” you replied, looking down at her hair, you were almost done. “i hope you weren’t zoned out for long, i want my hair to at least look decent.” she teased, humour in her voice.

you laughed in response, finishing up her hair, and going to get a mirror. “it looks great! don’t you trust my hairstyling?” she watched you fetch a mirror, love and affection in her stare. “i’m only teasing you.”

as you sat back down and showed her your job well-done, she smiled and took one of your hands in her own. “thank you for doing this.” she spoke, her voice soft. you smiled back, but didn’t verbally respond.

farah was a very busy woman, so getting time like this was rare. you and farah both cherished the alone time you had together deeply. no amount of words or actions could ever cover the love you and farah shared.

as hours in her company went by, you were cuddled into each other as some film played that neither of you were really paying attention to. as you started slipping into the dream world, you heard her whisper, “good night, my love.” as she looked over at you, the soft smile on your face implied you heard her words before falling asleep.

this line of work is a dangerous one, and farah would be damned if she didn’t spend every minute she had with you wisely. she knows your life, or hers, could be taken in minutes, but she would do anything she could to keep you safe, and to keep herself fighting.

she turned the television and the lights off, before returning to bed. she pulled herself under the covers, wrapping her arms around your body, feeling content as she then fell asleep herself.

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(note - how on earth do you guys do this? and so well?? i’m so insanely envious of people who can write 😭. i love farah so much, she deserves so much more from this stupid fandomm)

#farah karim #farah karim x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #mw2 x reader #mwii x reader #cariad tries to write

[bunji-enthusiast]

Sorry again but that scourge fic?? TYYYYY imagine this now, you're still Sonic's friend and he's particularly protective over you, the whole Sonic vs Scourge fight begins as Scourge walks out from the portal, crown on his head, Scourge flirting with YOU as he's fighting Sonic just to mess with said hedgehog and prob you?? Ooc I think but idc right now 😭

Heavy Lies The Crown — Scourge The Hedgehog

Note || thank you! I really didn’t know what to do, so I just went off on the top of my head for that fic lol. Went off the top off of my head for this one too, but I’ll do something more proper for him in the future when I can force myself to.

WC || 480

Sypnosis || One Hedgehog, Two Hedgehogs. It can get rather confusing when the greener of the two can be very indifferent compared to your more heroic friend.

“Well ain't this interestin?” Scourge chuckled, legs pushing forward as he revealed himself forth from the portal. Right now, it was just; you, Sonic and Scourge. This was a tense atmosphere of which you were not absolutely sure you could redirect, or for that matter prevent the two from fighting. 

What the hell was with the crown though? That was a brand new addition, and in your honest opinion wasn’t a good choice of fashion for the rebellious hedgehog. 

“Leave ‘em outta this.”Sonic growled, tentatively side-stepping to block you from his view. You were albeit confused, a hint of confusion remaining on your face despite the clear clarity of the situation. 

Scourge threw his hands up in a matter of a dramatic gesture of a display, a sharp smile forming on his face, “Come on, I’m pretty sure the pretty little thing has as much business and priority in this as much as you.”

“I-”

For a moment you thought you saw the blue blur falter in his steps as he rose up to go face to face with Scourge, but you would talk about that with him later. You didn’t want to get in his way, regardless of how much you wanted to understand what the two meant. 

“Eh it’s really too bad, honestly.” Scourge mentions at one point or another, whilst in the midst of fighting Sonic. This seemed to confuse you, but you couldn’t tell with the look on Sonic’s face, it looked like he just wanted to get this done and over with. You wanted too as well, but Scourge was highly unpredictable at times that even you could not understand. “You're really cute darlin, and that’s the real shame here.”

He grins when he realizes that Sonic had stopped speaking completely, leaving all preconditions out the window. That really bothered him, and Scourge was feeling all the better with it. 

 “Maybe you should pay attention, instead of making useless comments.” You note, crossing your arms as you already had found a safe distance away from their fighting. At most, even Sonic had found himself silently agreeing with you. 

“Yeah, you gotta be sick of chasing after so many innocent mobians who had nothing to do with you in the first place.” Sonic snickers as he slides back from a rebounded attack from Scourge, he pants for a few moments as he gains his bearings again. 

Scourge’s lips almost falters, revealing a short-sighted frown. “Oh shaddup, you should be the one to pay attention chump.” He gains a running start as he attacks Sonic with a stronger dash, strength was not something the green hedgehog had lacked for a very long time now. Ever since his fortunate upgrade, he felt lucky otherwise.

To be able to gain some sort of revenge on Sonic, and mess with you too at the same time was even better.

#scourge the hedgehog x reader #scourge x reader #scourge #scourge the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog

[cheeriecherrymain]

I see ur requests are open and... i have an odd one, if you're willing. Viktor with a s/o who asks if he could be more possessive for a night? Like, reader would never intentionally make Viktor jealous but they like the fantasy of it, if that makes sense?

Whether you do this ask or not, I just want to say i adore your writing. Its like a warm hug on a rainy day <3

Once again, I have taken the prompt in my mouth and run away, and this time no one was there to get to me to spit it out. I'm sorry, it's a little bit chewed.

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Viktor x fem!Reader (18+)

Content tags: some guy being gross and handsy (brief) | Reader being anxious (brief) | possessive Viktor | semi-public sex | p in v | fingering | squirting | lol it's a little messy | meanie Viktor | but also softie Viktor | safewords in place but not used

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-You can feel the eyes on you, as you wander around the crowded event hall. Sidelong glances from other patrons as you pass them by, their gazes lingering for a few seconds before their attention is drawn elsewhere.

-You don’t stand out amongst the other partygoers - your clothing is simple and elegant, draping and folding over your body in the most flattering way. Your jewelry, though heavy at your throat and wrists, is mundane, even as it sparkles in the light of the chandeliers above.

-But despite all this, despite so totally blending in with the crowd, you can’t shake the sensation that you’re being watched. Not just looked at as a passing thought, but actively followed throughout the room. Yet you can’t seem to find your potentially unwanted guest.

-You crane your neck in every direction, hoping to detect any kind of suspicious movement. You’re honestly a little bit angry about how flustered all this is making you: you don’t even know that you are being watched. For all you know, there could be no threat whatsoever, and you could be getting worked up over nothing.

- “Shit!” you hiss, as you collide face-first into some unwitting person dressed in a fancy suit. “I’m sorry - I wasn’t watching where I was going!”

-You expect a solid reprimand for your actions, a verbal lashing for being careless and airheaded, and for having the audacity to interact with someone of such important stature.

-But nothing comes.

- “It’s alright,” the man chimes, flashing you with a blindingly charismatic smile. “The wine is still in the glass, so there’s no harm done. It can be hard to navigate around these things, without stepping on any toes.”

-He then leans down towards you, lowering his voice just slightly, “Both literally and figuratively.”

-The joke is old and overused, but it brings a charmed smile to your features nonetheless. You’re lucky that you’ve managed to run into someone so forgiving in spirit. Or…so you think.

-You move to make your escape, hoping to dodge any kind of conversation with the man, polite as he is, but the moment you turn away you feel a hand resting heavy on your waist. You want to pretend that you don’t notice the touch, you want to disappear into the crowd again, but then the stupid music also starts up again and the swaths of people begin to organize.

-Sectioning off into pairs or making haste to their seats, you’ve nowhere to disappear to without making a total ass of yourself. So, you do what any woman in your situation would: you turn around with a practiced smile, right into the waiting arms of a total stranger.

-It’s not a short dance by any means - no one comes up to the two of you to swap partners, and you’re unable to find an opening to quickly dash out of his arms. He holds you a little too tightly, a little too closely, for it to be friendly or comfortable. And god, you can smell the champagne on his breath, with how near he keeps you.

-And you still haven’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched.

-But then finally, finally, luck seems to line up in your favour. The music breaks off for a few moments, throwing off the rhythm of those still meandering around the dancefloor. Someone collides hard with your captor, jarring him enough that he releases you - and like you’d hoped, the first thing his attention is drawn to is the potential argument with the other guest.

-Leaving you just enough time to silently slink away, weaving around tables, to sneak out the main entrance to the room.

-It’s a little cooler in the hallway, though it’s hardly easier to breathe. You’re still wound up from everything that’s gone on, still on edge from all the touching and noise and bright lights and-

-You take a breath.

-It’s fine, you tell yourself, taking a few wobbly steps forward. The hallway is significantly less crowded than the prior room had been. Fewer eyes on you, if they even pay you any mind to begin with. It’s fine. He hasn’t followed you. He didn’t see you leave. You’re fine.

-But there it comes again, the feeling of being stared at.

-Like an electric shock up your spine, the panic sets in. Your pace quickens and you make your way briskly down the hall, praying to whatever deity might be out there that you won’t trip on your dress, or catch the toe of your shoe on the carpet.

-One foot, after the other, again and again.

-Turning down twisting hallways, until you finally end up alone.

-But you don’t feel alone. The floor is soft, too quiet for you to be able to detect any sound of footsteps.

-A glance around you confirms that yes, you’re definitely alone. But for how long? And with how far you’ve gone, what if you have been followed? What if you get hassled, or worse - would anyone hear you calling for help? Would anyone-

-You quickly duck into one of the many smaller rooms that line the corridor, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

-As if anyone would actually be able to get the drop on you, you think, your anxiety waning by a fraction. You throw a mean right hook, and you wore flats specifically in case you had to run.

-You take a second to catch your breath, leaning hard against the solid door. The room you’re in is probably the best you could have chosen, despite you not knowing where anything is. It’s spacious, but not overly so - the ceilings are a normal height, instead of arching high above in a display of grandiosity.

-It looks to be some sort of casual meeting room, with a couple of filled bookshelves, and couches laid out around an old fireplace. Unused, by the look of it, but you suppose it’s more about the flair than the functionality.

-You don’t pay mind to much else after that: you don’t need to. The room is dark, save for the moonlight from the windows lining one wall, and you’re finally relaxed enough to settle on one of the plush surfaces offered to you.

-You stare at the empty fireplace.

-You sigh.

-Your night wasn’t supposed to go like this.

-You were supposed to have fun, you were supposed to try weird, tasty fingerfoods, and laugh, and joke, and dance with your friends. You were supposed to spend time with your boyfriend, who for whatever reason, had decided not to show up.

-You sigh.

-Maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t come tonight. 

-He’s never been a particularly possessive person, nor is he very confrontational: but had he known about the other partygoer bothering you, making you uncomfortable and nervous and what not? He would have stepped in.

-And judging by the way your would-be assailant jumped at the chance to cuss out someone who had the audacity to disturb his dance with you, you don’t doubt that someone would have gotten punched.

-You don’t fancy your boyfriend with a black eye.

—

-You stay there for several minutes, reclining comfortably on the soft couch and letting your tired feet rest. It’s nice, sitting in the dark and the quiet, with only the distant din of the party to disturb you. No one passes by your little hiding place, or comes to tell you to leave. It’s just you, curled up, on the brink of dozing off.

-Until a sound brings you out of your trance.

-It’s brief, and you wonder for a moment if you really heard it, but - no, there it is again. It takes a moment for you to place where it’s coming from, but when you do, panic sets in anew. 

-The jiggling of a doorknob.

-If not someone here to actively bother you, then definitely some unwitting patron hoping to find a moment of reprieve. Or someone to scold you and kick you out - were you even supposed to be in here? Surely the door wouldn’t have been unlocked if you could get in trouble for wandering. With the party so close by, nothing of value would have been kept-

- “Miláček?” the lilted tone comes from the doorway as it cracks open, soft, but not so low as a whisper. “Are you in there?”

-All at once, your anxiety dissipates, and it feels like you can breathe again. “I’m here,” you breathe, allowing the tension to finally ease out of your shoulders. God, you were going to have some kind of headache tomorrow - if you couldn’t already feel one starting.

-Viktor slips inside the room just as sneakily as you had, shutting the door behind him. He stands there for a few moments, glancing around trying to find your person while his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light.

- “Over here,” you tell him, biting back a laugh at the sight of him squinting towards a variety of shadows. “On the couch- no, the other couch- Viktor, the other, other couch.”

-You know he’s just toying with you, trying to make you giggle at his aimless bumbling. And it works, a smile finally tugging at the corners of your mouth.

-Probably your first real expression of the evening.

- “You know,” he says, once he’s settled comfortably beside you, with his arm tossed leisurely over the back of the couch. “You are remarkably difficult to find.”

-You scoot closer to him, allowing yourself to tilt sideways until you’re resting against him. He’s warm, and familiar, and you can’t control the sense of relief that washes through you when his arm slips from the couch to instead wrap over your shoulders, drawing you closer.

- “It was by design,” you admit, with a pout. “I couldn’t find you at the party, and some guy decided that was incentive to latch onto me. I was trying to escape him.”

-Viktor hums once to himself, in consideration.

-You’re…not sure why that makes you nervous.

-It’s a different sort of anxiety than you’d been feeling previously - you’re not filled with dread or fear, or…really any kind of negative emotion. Yet your heart rate has started to pick up, thumping harder in your chest and making it more difficult to find your breath.

- “I saw you,” he says bluntly.

-Your eyes widen.

- “You were quite quick on your feet, in the crowd,” he explains, his arm tightening around you. “I did try to catch up, but you kept disappearing on me.”

-You smush your cheek against him, readying an apology for not noticing him. But he, much to your surprise, shushed you with a single finger before you can even start speaking.

- “Imagine my annoyance,” he continues, a slender digit pressed over your lips, “Upon finding you with someone else? Some tall, blond, apparently belligerent man, who was most definitely not part of the plan we’d made tonight.”

-You swallow the lump in your throat, unable to quell the fluttering in your stomach as he stares hard into your eyes. Allowing you to see the disdain for the man who’d had his hands all over you, the irritation he’d felt in those moments where he hadn’t been able to say anything.

-And the amusement for what was to come.

- “Stand up,” he says suddenly, his hands leaving your body so he can lean away, “And take off your dress.”

-Heat immediately creeps up your neck.

- “What about the door?” you squeak, already embarrassed by the thought of someone walking in and seeing you stark naked. “I didn’t hear you lock it.”

-Viktor sighs.

- “There was no one in the hallway when I came in,” he says, already a little impatient. “And if someone does walk in…well. Let them watch, then. At least they’ll know that you’re mine.”

-You’re borderline ashamed at how wholly a single word affects you. Sending little tremors down every nerve in your body, you rise to your feet in a sudden daze, pulling hastily at the strings and buttons on the back of your dress.

-By design, it was fairly easy to get in and out of - loosen a couple of ribbons here and there, and the entire thing would slide flawlessly off your body. But no matter how you fumble with every knot, nothing seems to be fast enough - it only takes you about ten seconds to divest yourself of the fine silk, but it’s ten seconds too long.

-Ten seconds that Viktor isn’t touching you.

-To your credit, you do manage to rid yourself of your gown eventually, letting it pool at your feets for a moment before stepping out and kicking it aside. You take a step back towards your boyfriend, intent on finding your favourite spot in his lap.

-But he stops you.

-You hesitate slightly, and a question dies on your tongue when you see the crooked little smirk of amusement on his face.

- “On the table,” he orders gently, nodding towards the low centerpiece set up between all the couches. “Spread your legs for me, and don’t try to hide yourself. I want to see you.”

-You chew the inside of your cheek for a moment, before nodding. The polished, lacquered wood is a sudden chill of your backside, sending goosebumps prickling across your flushed skin. You don’t know why you’re so entirely bothered over just a few simple words, mildly humiliated by the way your boyfriend leers at you, even moreso by the chance that someone could actually walk in.

-Would he actually let them watch, you wonder. Would he actually fuck you in front of a total stranger?

- “Spread your legs,” he demands again, his tone a little sharper, when you sit there lost in thought for a couple seconds too long.

-You do as you’re told.

-You meet his demands enthusiastically, spreading yourself wider and wider as each order falls past his lips. All while he watches from the comfort of the couch, staring at you with an almost mean sort of pleasure.

- “Touch yourself,” he tells you, his own hands moving to the buttons of his trousers. “I can already see how soaked you are from here - are you really so affected by me, drahý? Or have you been dripping and wanting all night?”

-You whine quietly, your own hand dipping down between your legs. It’s you, you want to tell him, when you feel the slickness gathering below - but you know better than to speak when he hasn’t asked you to.

-He watches for a little while, slowly stroking himself to full hardness, while you work little circles over your clit. It’s not enough to make you come, not enough to even bring you close, but it certainly succeeds in making you wetter: and in providing a good show for him.

-Him, telling you when to slow down your movements, when to speed them up. Even when to slide two fingers into your drenched hole, and when to curl them against that perfect sweet spot inside.

-You whine when he asks that of you, knowing that if he pushes too far, where it will end up.

-But he persists, relentless in his command. “Curl. Your. Fingers.” he says sternly, watching bemusedly as you struggle to contain your reaction. 

- “I don’t want to make a mess,” you whine, trying desperately to slow your movements, hoping, begging that he’ll show you some mercy. That he won’t embarrass you like that, that he’ll turn his attention elsewhere and then fuck you with his perfect cock.

- “Perhaps,” he agrees, “But I want you to make a mess. It’s the least I deserve, don’t you think? After having to witness you let someone else put their filthy hands all over you? Besides, listen to you. Your sweet little cunt is already dripping everywhere - I know you want to come.”

-You can feel the tears budding in the corners of your eyes, your movements slowing even more, trying in vain to put off what you know is inevitable.

-Viktor, to his credit, does seem to notice your hesitation. His expression softens by a fraction, and he carefully slides off the couch and onto the floor, kneeling crookedly in front of you.

- “It it’s too much,” he reminds you, tenderly sliding the warm flat of his hands over your trembling things, “You know your colours. Do you want to tap out?”

-He stares up at you without any expectations or judgment, waiting in earnest to see if he’d pushed you too far past your boundaries.

-But still, despite your reservations, you shake your head quickly and keep your mouth shut. Like you’d discussed beforehand, over the past couple days, if you never uttered your safeword, then his torturous ministrations would continue.

-Your reaction makes him grin, nonetheless.

- “Good,” he says sweetly. It’s all a facade, though. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he presses two of his own fingers into you, alongside your own. The stretch alone garners a soft cry from you, but the relentless pace he keeps is what makes you sob.

-Your entire body is burning hot: with embarrassment, with pleasure. The moans and whimpers that fall past your lips are entirely involuntary. The arm that’s holding you up gives out, and you flop bonelessly down onto the flat of the table.

-All you can do is hold on.

-Tears burning hot tracks down your cheeks, you watch as Viktor lowers himself further, bringing his face towards your drenched pussy.

-You know what he’s about to do.

-But knowing doesn’t prepare you for the actual sensation of his lips closing around your swollen clit. Sucking hard, delivering relentless bliss unto you.

-Your orgasm doesn’t wash over you so much as it does drown you. Engulfing you in your entirety, the sounds of the outside world fade away, and your vision dances with colours. Every muscle pulled taught while Viktor works you through it, grinning in satisfaction when your juices splash over his palm, and dribble down onto the carpet below.

-You, on the other hand, are certain you’ve died.

-Gone is your shame, your worries and hesitation, replaced with the infinite euphoria in which you float mindlessly.

-Barely even able to muster a whine when you feel the blunt head of your boyfriend’s cock sliding through your soaked folds. You don’t even have the strength to bat him away, though the stretch as he pushes into you grounds you a little.

-Enough to open your eyes, and stare up at him, breathless.

-Gone is his somewhat cruel expression from earlier, replaced with the tender and kind smile that you’re used to. The gentleness that you fell in love with, all those years ago. And his hands, stroking slowly up and down your sides, massaging little circles into the fat of your hips.

- “Colour, milý?” he asks, his honeyed eyes never leaving yours as he stoops down to press a kiss in between your breasts.

- “Green,” you hum weakly.

-He smiles against your skin, and then pulls back. Briefly. Sliding out of your slick cunt for only a fraction of a second before he’s thrusting back in. Hard and steady, knowing that you’ll likely find your release again, but wholeheartedly chasing his own.

-You lay there blissfully, your legs wrapped around his narrow hips while you whine and shake and gasp. Like time does not exist, only the feeling of him filling you so well, again and again and again.

-Until his fingertips dig into your sides, and his pace falters slightly.

-His own voice, ragged and broken, cursing, calling out for you.

-Your eyes, hazy and dazed, meeting each other in the darkness.

-Your second orgasm, ripping through your body as he spills himself into you. Making an utter mess of your used, sloppy pussy.

-Leaning down until he can all but collapse on top of you, his hair sticking to his damp forehead as he rests it on your tummy.

-Both of you, catching your breath for a couple minutes, before smiling elated at each other, realizing what you’ve done.

-The night did not go as planned, you think. -But it’s definitely gone better.

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #viktor headcanons #though it's more of a bullet point story #i feel like my specific tastes are very on show when someone gives me an open ended prompt like this #requests are open

[wowowwild]

I asked for 20 but I also want to ask about 21! I love fic recs.

21. Did you ever read fanfictions? Which one is your personal recommendation?

Sorry it took so long! It took me a while to get everything in order, but here it is.

So fun fact: Whenever I read a fic I love I book mark it with the note j'adore so I can read it again later. Some of them get this note preemptively. I also tend to go through a tag on ao3 in date posted ascending order so I start with the oldest and work my way forward so I don't potentially miss anything, but I haven't made it all the way through some tags that I would like to. If there's a fic you think I would like that's not on here, I probably just haven't gotten to it yet! (Most of the newer ones on here I found through Tumblr.)

Also! I'm pretty sure any of the ones that involve smut I have marked as such, but please check the tags on the actual fic before reading! I am not responsible for what content you choose to consume!

That being said, here is Ace's All Time Best Fic Rec List (AATBFRL for short):

Nobody Can Just Say What They Mean (Series)- The first fic is Narumitsu and the second is Klapollo and I think about them allllll the time, especially Things Are As They Are altered me on a microscopic level. Rocks are just rocks, you know? (Narumitsu, Klapollo)

undeniable you (the currents pulling me onward)- Idk what to say. Kristoph Gavin dies in prison and Klavier is suspect #1. Apollo flies back to defend him and yaoi happens. I'm a sucker for Klav getting all scrungled up.

fame vs infamy (the price of writing fanfic out of spite)- It's a crack fic. It's funny. 10/10 would recommend. (Klapollo)

The Definition Of Home- And there was only one bed?!?!?!?!?! What?!?!?!?! And there was a little angst in the bed?!?!?!?!?! Unbelievable. Actually the angst was on the couch, the bed made it better. (Klapollo)

13 Hours- This fic keeps popping up in my fever dreams. I'm not even kidding. I didn't have it bookmarked the first time around but when I found it again, I was like 'oh, I know this one! It haunts my dreams!' and immediately slapped a j'adore on it. Airport Klapollo getting together.

Dig Enough Graves- This one is still being put out, it's a Klapollo roleswap and I love it. I get so excited when I see it's updated. So many things are happening and we have clues and I'm gonna figure it out, ok? *boston accent* I'm sleuthin 'ere! (rated M for violence and sex reasons)

stop the presses (series)- V funny. Apollo works as a columnist and writes thirst essays about KlavGav and gets a date out of it. I am very impressed with the coding used to make this look the way it does.

And if my wishes could all come true- I have reread this one a couple times. I think about it a lot. It is genuinely so funny and makes me feel all sorts of things. I love pre-relationship klapollo divorce complete with alimony while they were not not dating but actually not dating, Apollo you can't just assume that.

Nothing Like This Feeling- Apollo top suregery fic with a dash of Klapollo!

Turnabout Dishwasher- For when you get the hankering for a 422.6k work of art. It's like three fics in one that happen concurrently, which doesn't sound like a description that makes sense unless you read it. There are so many characters here, and shipping is part of it but it's also a whole lot of everything else. These characters are actually living and you get to take a look see. (klapollo, blackmadhi, wrightworth, look just read the tags on the fic there's so much going on)

Such Terrible Tales- A gorgeous magic filled AU with a focus on the casts of aa5 and aa6 and fun cameos from Investigations (so far). This fic is still on going and I would def recommend reading it as it comes out! I love trying to figure out the lore and what will happen next! This fic kind of pulls me off my hinges lol. (blackmadhi)

You Wear Stripes, Too?- Apollo and Klav come out to each other as trans and nb respectively.

Things Best Shared- Klav teaches Apollo guitar.

For A Bad Time Call Simon Blackquill- Iconic blackmadhi fic. I think about it all the time. V funny fake dating au with bits of angst.

Last Resort- And they were roommates! Blackmadhi roommates with lots of healing and shenanigans.

Dating for a Turnabout- Narumitsu fake dating for a case. Larry is there doing Larry things. Franziska did it to them bc she is very smart and cool.

Vacation All I Ever Wanted- I think about this sooooooo much. Tagline: One condo. Six lawyers. Seven secret plans. What could possibly go wrong? (klapollo, narumitsu, athena blackquill and trucy are there)

Alternative Dispute Resolution- Apollo makes Klavier talk to Mr. Wright before they can start dating. It's awkward (and funny) and Trucy is a delight.

Turn(about) my words- The fic where I realized I instinctively start laughing when someone gets shot. He's fine. uhhh narumitsu, phoenix got shot of course bc why wouldn't he and found family stuff.

You're Alive (And that's the only thing that truly matters.)- Klavier gets poisoned and Edgeworth tells the nurses Apollo is his partner so he can get in to see him. Turns out I don't laugh at poisonings, only shootings.

Dog Days- Apollo and Trucy go to another Gavinners concert and Polly misinterprets everything all the time.

Reckless Endangerment- One of the funniest klapollo get togethers. Pollo insults him real good while he's standing behind him, klav thinks about going abroad to study, phoenix has prosecutor going abroad ptsd, apollo might actually be into the gavinners, or at least the titular member.

Good Advice- Klavier Gavin makes categorically bad decisions in the face of love. (klapollo)

Hot For Justice- klavgav gets a muse, guess who?

Rules for Dating a Rockstar Prosecutor- klapollo first date that literally everyone is more invested in than Apollo (until he actually goes).

The Things We Do For Gym Access- Fake dating so Apollo can use the gym at Klav's place until the one he normally goes to gets fixed. Except they're actually really into each other and it's killing me everyday it's killing me I'm dead I'm dying they're so dense and in love and can't figure out why they haven't been caught and it's bc they actually feel like that and on top of pretend dating are pretending to date each other to themselves just kiss istg. Rated Explicit for sexual reasons.

The Walk to Tomorrow- Narumitsu doing Narumitsu things.

Legal Partners- Oooooooo this one! I also think about this one a lot. Narumitsu and klapollo and everyone is idiots they're all idiots. Klav and Edgeworth make a stupid, stupid bet about who has the more meaningful connection with their preferred defense attorney. I love this type of fic.

Turnabout Rubesville- Edgeworth gets accused of murder in a small town bc he's a grump. Phoenix sorts it out.

You Ever Been In Love?- Everyone gets way too involved in making Wrightworth happen, and it goes horribly until it goes right.

Gravity- Rated Explicit for sex reasons. Tbh I really like the oc. She's real cool. def read the tags for trigger warnings. (klapollo)

The soul truth (and nothing but the truth)- Franmaya! There's some spirit medium shenanigans and Lang is a bro.

Exorcism- Klapollo AU aa4 rewrite Kitty is a doll I love her these boys are unhinged look they have a conspiracy closet ok? Rated E for sex reasons.

Play Your Cards Right- Narumitsu agree to go on a date and shake hands about it. Rated E for sex reasons.

Hostile Environments (Series)- Justquill Shenanigans

satisfaction brought him back- Justquill Simon gets turned into a cat. I love fics where someone gets turned into a cat. There aren't a lot but it is a trope I enjoy. I've def read this one a couple times.

Stripped- Klapollo impending. Apollo is also secretly a stripper. Idk if this fic will ever get finished but I liked everything in it.

Curiosity Created the Cat- Klapollo impending. Also not finished and maybe never will be and only 3 chapters but in this one Klav gets turned into a cat. I'm sorry.

if it's really me you seek- Klapollo. I'm just going to post the official summary bc I j'ador'ed it but I don't remember exactly which one this is: Or, when Apollo comes home from Khura'in only to learn that Prosecutor Gavin is avoiding him, the last thing he expected was for Gavin to offer to let Apollo stay at his house while he looks for a new apartment.

As of right now this is everything in my bookmarks that I've read, I think you can figure out my favorite ship lol.

#narumitsu #wrightworth #klapollo #justquill #franmaya #ace attorney #ace's ask #blackmadhi #i'm not tagging individual characters you couldn't pay me #aatbfrl

[wikiangela]

you're the one I want

the sneak peek and all the spec on the dash got me thinking and suddenly this happened

so here's a short fic with our soft boys in the secret relationship era lol

Words: 1.4k

[read on Ao3]

“You know there’s only one person I’m interested in.” “And who might that be?” Buck leans back against the counter with a goofy grin, and Eddie wants to just go over there and kiss him. “Just my best friend I’m kind of hopelessly in love with.” Eddie shrugs, and enjoys seeing how Buck’s whole face gets red. OR, no one knows that Eddie and Buck are dating, Pepa tries to set Eddie up on dates, and Buck finds it amusing.

Eddie comes home to the TV quietly playing in the living room, and faint sounds of someone moving around the kitchen. A wide smile immediately pulls at his lips, as he takes his suit jacket off and walks towards the noise. He’s met with the sight of Buck putting clean dishes away in the cupboards, as the leftovers from dinner he made for himself and Chris sit in tupperware containers on the counter, waiting to be put in the fridge.

He doesn’t seem to notice Eddie at first, and Eddie allows himself to just look at how comfortable Buck seems here, how he’s so familiar with Eddie’s kitchen, like he belongs here. He’s wearing one of Eddie’s sweaters, and his hair is free of any product, curls looking so soft Eddie’s hand itches to run his hand through them. He just looks so soft and at home, and Eddie wants him to stay here forever.

“Shit, Eddie.” Buck hisses as he turns around and almost drops a plate when he notices Eddie. “You scared me.” he chuckles, then puts the plate in its place in the cupboard. 

“Sorry.” he says, still smiling, leaning against the door frame. “Chris in bed already?”

“In bed, but probably still awake. He has some thoughts about when his bedtime is.” Buck says with such a fond and loving smile, while Eddie just chuckles and shakes his head.

“Of course he does.”

“You’re home early.” Buck notices, glancing at the clock. And judging by him just now cleaning and putting food away, he and Chris must’ve eaten quite recently. And, well, Eddie’s not surprised Buck wasn’t expecting him home this early, because he thought he’d be a bit later, too. “Bad date?” he raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, turns out she wasn’t all that interested, either.” he shrugs, and when his eyes meet Buck’s, they’re both smiling.

“Oh, you weren’t interested?” Buck asks, mock-surprised and teasing. “That’s the first I’m hearing about this, why didn’t you say anything?” he’s grinning with amusement, because, well, Eddie might’ve spent the last few days ranting about how much he didn’t want to go on this date, or any previous ones, but couldn’t find a good enough excuse to dissuade Pepa from trying to set him up.

“Oh, shut up.” Eddie laughs and rolls his eyes, but it’s more fond than anything else. “You know there’s only one person I’m interested in.”

“And who might that be?” Buck leans back against the counter with a goofy grin, and Eddie wants to just go over there and kiss him.

“Just my best friend I’m kind of hopelessly in love with.” Eddie shrugs, and enjoys seeing how Buck’s whole face gets red. It’s been a few weeks since it happened, since he and Buck kissed for the first time, after Eddie took him to that poker game, and then they had a very long and emotional conversation. And, well, now they’re together, dating each other, and it still feels so surreal sometimes, Eddie has to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. The only thing is, this relationship is very fresh and new, and they want to keep it to themselves for just a little bit, really see where it’s going – as if they both weren’t a hundred percent sure it’s leading to forever. But they’re not ready to tell anyone yet, aside from Christopher, of course, who’s the only person who knows. Which is why Eddie’s stuck to go on pointless dates with the women his aunt is trying to set him up with.

“Well, that’s one lucky guy.” Buck comments, still blushing adorably. Eddie can’t take the distance anymore, and takes the few steps between them to lean in and kiss Buck, just a sweet, chaste brush of lips, as they both can’t stop smiling.

“I think I’m the lucky one.” he whispers, pulling away, looking at Buck’s awed expression, as if he’s also not quite believing it’s real. Then, he moves away and walks over to the tupperware containers. “What did you make? I’m starving.”

“Was your date really so disinterested you couldn’t even have dinner?” Buck asks, tone teasing, and Eddie can feel his eyes on him, as he opens the containers and is met with a delicious smell of a still slightly warm meal. “I don’t know how anyone can take a look at you and not be interested.” he adds, genuine wonder and shock in his voice, and it’s Eddie’s turn to blush.

“Well, she wasn’t, so we didn’t, we just had a drink while getting our stories straight for our tías’ interrogations.” he laughs, looking back at Buck, who still seems amused. It still baffles Eddie how he’s so okay with him going on those dates, while Eddie’s very close to just telling everyone that they’re dating. Though keeping it a secret, private, just between them for now is not only a little thrilling, but also it gives them time to just be together in this little bubble, and, selfishly, Eddie wants to keep Buck and his love just to himself for a little while longer. “Pass me a plate?” he adds, and Buck reaches back to the cupboard, and gives Eddie a plate, that he starts putting the meal onto.

“Was she nice, at least?”

“Yeah, really nice.” he answers distractedly, his stomach grumbling and just now letting him know how hungry he is. “But still didn’t beat around the bush, just straight up told me she’s not interested, so we didn’t have to pretend to let each other down easy, or anything.” he adds, taking the first bite and humming appreciatively – he fucking loves Buck’s cooking. “I appreciated that, because I could get back home to you quicker.” he smiles.

“So this date also didn’t change your mind about me?” Buck chuckles, but Eddie can see he’s only half-joking. And Eddie knows that Buck’s not jealous or threatened, or anything, and he mostly just loves making fun of Eddie while he complains about the dates – but there are those moments, have been since even before Pepa suggested that first date a few days ago, where Buck gets like this. Eddie puts the plate on the counter, and takes a step towards his boyfriend.

“Buck.” Eddie takes his face into his hands. “Nothing can ever change my mind about you. You’re the one I want, alright? You’re my person, and I love you so much.” he says with determination, seeing Buck’s eyes soften.

“I know that. I love you, too. I guess I’m just- I don’t know.” he shrugs and laughs quietly. “I’m being ridiculous. It’s just that sometimes it seems too good to be true.” he sighs, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s waist, as he leans his forehead against Eddie’s.

“I know what you mean.” Eddie chuckles, thumbs caressing Buck’s cheeks gently. “But there’s nothing you ever have to worry about. You have me, forever. And-” he hesitates. “And as much as I’d like to keep this, and you, just to myself, maybe we should start telling people.” his heart thumps a little harder, in excitement but also a bit anxiousness. Because once they start telling people, it’ll be official, and it’ll get out of the comfort of home, and Eddie feels a little vulnerable, letting everyone see his heart so clearly. “Just a warning: if we tell Pepa, my whole family will know within an hour, so make sure you’re ready for a lot of introductions and interrogation very soon.” he laughs, then pulls away enough to leave a kiss on Buck’s forehead, then his lips. “What do you say?”

“I say…” Buck looks him in the eyes with a gorgeous smile. “As funny as your annoyance with the dates has been, I kinda don’t wanna share you anymore, even if those weren’t real dates.” he admits, and Eddie chuckles, and kisses him again. 

“Alright. Then we’re telling people.” he’s grinning so wide his cheeks hurt, and, well, maybe he’s more excited about that than he expected. 

He pulls away from Buck, about to get back to eating, when Buck snatches the plate from his hand and goes towards the microwave.

“Let me heat it up for you, and you could go check if Chris is still up.” he says, glancing at the clock again, and, well, it is getting late. And Eddie’s heart melts, seeing how truly comfortable Buck is being here, being at his house, being Chris’ parent, and Eddie’s partner. 

Suddenly, he’s very excited to tell people, because when he asks Buck to move in, he imagines everyone will be confused if they don’t have the full picture. And, well, he’s planning on asking that very soon.

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#911 6x14 #911 spoilers #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #wikiangela writes #my writing #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie oneshot #oneshot #ficlet #buddie ficlet #idek some parts of it seem forced bc I came up with a few lines that I wrote down earlier and tried to fit them all in lmao

[deadricslover]

"my heaven on earth"

here's my Masterlist!

he is so fucking attractive omg

a/n: not my gif! I got this as a request but I deleted it on accident😬. your requests are so good and because of that I would never tell u f off. maybe we should team up? im kidding don't worry. Was this a trope in a book? I think it was.

If you're in a relationship like the reader in this then please don't hesitate to get help. like Bruce says towards the end of this 'you have a right to be sad, even if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough'. that will make more sense when you read it lol. there are so many people or there for you so there's no need not to go to them <;3

summary: Richard is your soon to be ex boyfriend who has a tendency to act out and make you feel bad about yourself. One night you have had enough of it and decide to leave him for good this time, you don't have any other option but to go to your best friend Bruce for comfort and boy that is what he gave you.

warnings: mental abuse, angst, body dysmorphia, use of y/n, sexism, body shaming, language, pet names, pls tell me if I missed anything!

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne X fem! reader. oc!ex bf X fem!reader

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Lord, you adored your boyfriend, Richard. He was great in every way. In every way, from setting up dates, prioritizing you, in bed and everything else that comes with being in a partnership. You'd go to any length for him, and he'd reciprocate. You'd say meeting him was the most memorable experience of your life.

But you also despised him. Every blood cell in his body, every word he said, every strand of hair on his head, his odour, practically everything about that jerk. Your relationship with Richard was so perplexing; one minute you despised his guts, the next you loved him and felt sorry for him because of all you said to him in the previous argument. Nobody knew about it, you didn't know who to turn to for help, and even if you did, you'd think you were being dramatic because maybe this is how a normal relationship works. 'No matter how big or small, if it's making you feel that horrible, it has to be fixed' your best friend, Bruce, used to say when you're sad. You had no idea what you had done to deserve him. You couldn't talk to Bruce about Richard since he knew him and might not believe you.

You were currently waiting for Richard to return from who knows where to his flat. There was no need for him to be angry with you tonight because you had cleaned the place and made dinner. So you thought. When the stench of burning touched your nose, you panicked and dashed over to check the timer, only to discover you had set it for ten hours instead of one. How did you do that? The dish had been baking for about two hours. Is it possible to save it? No way, because the bottom of the oven pasta you cooked had turned black and crunchy. The front door flew open at precisely the right moment.

"People are such jerks," he screams, slamming his keys on the table and pausing for a moment to catch his breath and re-compose himself. Your fear grows as you realize he could turn on you.

"Welcome home," you say with your back to him, trying not to make any assumptions. People can be angry for a short period of time, right? Richard, apparently not. He takes his hands away from his face and asks

"Baby, what's the smell?"

"Oh, silly me just burned dinner. It's not a big problem. we can order takeout."

"Take out?! again?! Do you want me getting fat?! Get a life, I don't want to look like you." Angry, he says, hurting your feelings over again. You think you'd get used to this, but you really don't. Each time it feels like your heart gets ripped out over and over again and in your eyes, you gain five pounds each time too.

"Fine. What do you want?" You turn around, visibly irritated.

"I don't know! While men are at work, women are supposed to take care of dinner! Not burn it and starve me! "He says loudly, startling you and making you fear that there will be another fallout. Goosebumps rise on your skin as your eyes expand slightly in panic. You're not sure what came over you at the time, but something did, and you regret it deeply.

"that's it. Richard, I'm sick to death of you constantly making me feel like shit! You treat me as though I'm useless, and I hate it."

"Do I? yeah? Sounds familiar, right? kinda similar to how you treat yourself maybe?" He says this as he approaches your face, crouching down slightly to reach your level. That was an experience you'd never forget. Tears welled up in your eyes from anguish and hurt, but mostly from disbelief. You know what Richard is like, but you never expected him to go that far. But then again, with him, you never know.

"Are you fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me? Grown ass woman crying over the smallest thing. Woman, I'm just telling you the truth and if you can't handle that then you're weaker than I ever fucking thought" He continues to rant. You're trying to block out his snide remarks, but the next stage of Richard's meltdowns usually has you feeling sorry for him. You do your hardest not to listen in, but it's difficult with Richard because he's so loud. How come your neighbors haven't phoned 911 or even been over to see if we're all right every fucking night when the screaming starts? I'm at a loss for words, I haven't a clue.

"yeah, Dick, I have a reason to cry, like usual! You, the meanest fucker on the planet, are continuously hurting my feelings, dragging me down, and making me feel worthless. I'm done with this bullshit; I couldn't care less. Do whatever you want with me; I'm leaving." You vehemently exclaim. He hates it when you call him dick but it's the perfect time for it isn't it. You've tried to leave before, but he always finds a way to keep you or force you to return. You never left, whether it was 'weeping' or seducing you. Until Now. You dash to your room, grabbing your wallet, shoes, and jacket before pushing past Richard and racing out the door, ignoring his pleadings and begs.

You made it out of the building and onto the sidewalk without him chasing you down or shouting at you from his window to stay. You didn't know where to go. For the first time in your life, you were at a loss. You had no idea what to do next because it was incredibly late and you knew there would be no coffee shops open to let you camp there and to figure out your next move. Going to your family was out of the question because they were too far away and you also didn't want to bother them or them asking what was going on and why you were here. A thought occurred to you. Bruce. He is usually out at ungodly hours, but you couldn't risk it. But what other option did you have? You begin walking with only yourself and your thoughts, making your way to The all-too-familiar Wayne tower. Once you reach your destination through the dark streets and past the odd cat meowing at you, you take a deep breath and gather strength for the knock you'll make on the door a few moments after. The door swings open to Bruce in a hoodie, clearly already awake before your arrival.

"Y/n. what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night"

"i'm sorry" you squeak out and he instantly knows your sad.

" Come inside and get a blanket, the heater's not working so they're the only source of warmth I have right now" he says, his voice tired and gravelly.

Bruce couldnt piece together what it was but he knew you needed comforting. So that's what he's going to give you. He saw it was you standing infront of the door through the window so he did something rash and turned off the heater on the way to the door so it would give him an exuse to be closer to you in hopes of giving you some comfort without instantly hugging you like he wanted so desperately to do.

"Sorry for barging in this early in the morning" you squeak out still not having the energy to say anything louder.

"I enjoy your company at all hours, Y/n. It's actually perfect, I was up anyway and bored for something to do and you being here is the best thing for that" He tells you the truth somehow mysteriously knowing exactly what you needed to hear. Tears welled in your eyes at the comment and you couldn't help but let them form. Bruce saw this and immediately stepped forward to give you the most comforting hug possible, Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, you reciprocating the action around his waist while he places his chin on top of your hair nuzzling his nose into your locks letting you sob quietly for a few moments. Bruce slowly brings the two of you over to the couch sitting down where he was previously alone and tucks the blanket around you, taking the wallet and phone out of your hands and placing them on the coffee table before removing your jacket for added comfort. Moments more go by and his natural scent is slowly comforting you and calming you down. Bruce knew this too, so he slowly stopped planting gentle kisses to your head and moved his head back to see your puffy face.

"You wanna tell me what's up? Why your pretty face is stained with tears?" he enquires gently with a soft face filled with remorse.

"It's nothing I'm just being dramatic" you reply knowing already that he is going to say something your middle aged mom would say when your were younger.

"sweetheart, if it's bothering you that much then it's clearly not nothing. You can talk to me" he says as he starts rubbing circles on your upper arm with his thumb

"No, really it's ok I just had nowhere else to go"

"No where else to go? could you not go home to Richard?" he asks confused. A wave of panic washes over you when he asks this because you would have no reason not to go home usually. You stare at Bruce in thought for a few moments trying to come up with ideas for a lie, but nothing pops into mind.

"Y/n, Why couldn't you go back to Richard?" He says as his face drops in realisation. Notice how he didn't say 'home' he said 'back to Richard?'. I have no problem going home, as long as Richard isn't there.

"I...uhm...it's- it's complicated you wouldn't understand" you stall in thought

"oh, hon. I think I do" His eyes now glimmer with sadness. You shake your head in response not being able to form a sentence right now in fear you will fuel Bruce's theories that are completely correct. This is exactly why you didn't want to come here, Bruce would feel bad, hate Richard and possibly go after him. You hated putting this on Bruce but then again you had nobody or nowhere else to go. He grabs you and gently pulls you in cautious that you may not be up for any more physical touch.

"y/n, does Richard scare you?" he asks gently to which you nod your head hesitantly

"well, does he hurt you... mentally or physically?" he continues to which again you just nod.

"both?" he asks in disbelief. You shake your head and back away to look at his face

"no" you squeak out

"then, which one?" you can't even think about it any more so you just break down again feeling like you're annoying Bruce with this whole situation

"I need to hear you say it, sweets" he presses.

you explain with heaps of hesitation what was going on and Bruce's reaction to it all was the hardest part to endure. His lips turned downwards as his eyes started to fill with tears. He looked like a sad lost puppy. His dark eyebrows furrowing in sadness and confusion, him stopping drawing circles on your upward bent knee when he takes in a new piece of information that kept getting worse as the story went on. But overall Bruce listened the entire time comforting you but also not pressuring you to talk about it as he knows that you may not feel up to it right now. He seems to have restricted his physical touch on you because he's not sure if you're completely comfortable with it. He couldn't even imagine that someone would want to do something like that- especially to you! In Bruce's eyes you are the most perfect human being, inside and out. You're bubbly, kind personality boosting your physical appearance was the most comforting presence to him and seeing that all of that has been broken down by someone boils his blood, but most of all makes him feel endless amounts of pity towards you. When you are ending your paragraph, Bruce sees that you are fiddling with the seam of your hoodie sleeve while stalling and not telling him the next part straight away. He realises that this is something you want to keep to yourself for a bit so he respects that and interrupts your jumble of nonsense.

"you don't have to." he coos softly as his left hand that is draped over the back of the couch behind you plays with your hair lightly.

"You have no idea how sorry for you I am, petal. But I'm so so proud of you that you got away from him and told me about it, because that must have been so hard to do. It must have taken so much bravery that I know you have because you are one of the strongest people I know and I applaud you for that. Why didn't you come to me sooner?" you can hear his voice quivering in sadness although he tries to mask it for your sake.

"I don't want you feeling sorry for me, Bruce. But telling someone about a situation like this is unbelievably hard to do. And I thought maybe I was being overly sensitive about it and th-" Bruce had to take a second to process what you just said. He couldn't believe that you would even think that.

"Hey. No. You are not being sensitive about any of this. What you just told me showed how big of an asshole he is, you are definitely not being overdramatic. Why would you even think that?! And even if none of what you just told me was true --which it is-- you have a right to be sad, if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough." God, you were thankful you had someone as perfect as Bruce in your life. If you didn't you had no idea what you would do, you were unbelievably lucky to have him.

"I love you, Bruce, thank you for everything"

"I love you so much more. There's no need to be thankful, anybody would do this for their favourite person" he replies melting your heart for the one thousandth time.

"You can take my bed, I'll stay on the couch. Okay?" he inquires hearing your uneven, lazy breaths and seeing your yawns

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that. I'll go back home it's alright. He's probably asleep now" you try to reason but Bruce was not having it.

"No. That is not happening. I will go over tomorrow to get your stuff and you are going to stay here with me, you never have to see that bastard ever again. You hear me?" wow, he's perfect. You put on a thankful face and throw yourself forward for a hug which he instantly reciprocates and squeezed you slightly, kissing the top of your head.

"Promise me two things?" you ask in hope

"anything" he responds

"one. you don't beat him up when you go over tomorrow." you state which earns a heartfelt soft laugh from him. feeling his vibrations from the sound and the way his body moved when he let it out was one of the best feelings.

"no promises. He did make my heaven on earth feel miserable" he had to stop this or else you're going to fall in love with him....................

"I'm serious, Wayne. And second. You stay with me in your bed. I don't want to be alone. I already felt so alone before this so."

"of course, my love. anything for you." right there and then you felt safe. you knew everything would be ok and Bruce would be there for you no matter what happens like the god he is.

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PT.2 here!

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[antimony-medusa]

As a tubbling, sorry for the extra neg thrown towards your streamer’s cubito. In case you weren’t aware, long story short, while the permadeath was out of nowhere for the streamers and their viewers, it’s been a long time coming for the tubblings and egg admins. Like we couldn’t make it angstier even if we tried kkkkkkkkk. And when we saw our cubito’s issues be overlooked and joked about again (obvious to tubbo viewers but not to anyone else because god forbid qtubbo communicates), even after his own death, we got so frustrated and lashed out at whoever was loudest and it happened to be phil. Which one makes sense for him to do since they’re literally close irl friends and two is also unfair to him because when he did realize the seriousness of it, he immediately went to help. So yeah honestly sorry again for that, hope what I said sorta makes sense and while it’s more likely to happen to qphil, it can and will happen to every character, tubbo included lmao. Can’t speak for everyone but I’ll try to chill out a bit 🤏 Who knew that the rarest thing on the qsmp would be emotional intelligence wow im so shocked 😮 (<-has watched phil and tubbo for years i am not shocked) KKKKKKK have a good day lol :D

Thank you for the message! :D

And yeah, I follow enough tubblings either here or on Ao3 that I was aware of what the tubbling perspective is in terms of Tubbo's issues being overlooked, once I thought about it. And like, that's part of the tragedy of tubbo isn't it, that he's has been setting up this angst where other streamers don't see it, but even when he does it where they CAN see it, they take it as bits, because that's how they view Tubbo and because at a certain point of sarcasm, saying "i'm having a terrible day and I kind of want to die" still gets read as a joke because you said it yesterday as a joke. (Ran into that issue in my real life, actually.) He's having a painful time, but everybody goes "oh tubbo" about it.

Thank you for the understanding of my perspective too, cause I was sitting through that stream like "oh man, Phil keeps bringing up to the eggs that it's gonna be okay, we're gonna get him back, hehe the create wrench I wonder if Tubbo will let that bring him back to life, oh that's quite sweet, he does care about Tubbo so much" and then I stepped onto the dash and saw the reaction and went OH NO THE OTHER PERSPECTIVE I FORGOT THAT NOT EVERYBODY PROCESSES EVERYTHING THROUGH JOKES and scrolled in dismay. It's obvious to me that cc!Phil cares a lot about Tubbo and I think q!phil cares a lot too, he just— thought it was a joke at first. Distracted by having many eggs around (you know that man is at max paranoia and minimum emotional processing with three+ eggs in his care).

The good news is we got FASCINATING Creation lore out of it, (picture me showing up in multiple liveblogging channels like "who's this herobrine motherfucker and no he can't have the eggs what the fuck"). Here's to more fascinating lore and qTubbo coming back to life (PLEASE man I don't want this to be your exit from the server, I like qTubbo), and all of us appreciating other perspectives. Emotional intelligence truly rarer than cucurucho cookies in my OWN life, I know, it's so hard. 😭😭

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