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sukunas-wife · 4 months

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Baby Yuji who clings and cries to you when your helpers try to take him away because someone with such a high reputation to hold shouldn’t be seen with a babe latched onto their breast

His little cries that make your heart ache outside his nursery door. Barging in and picking up your baby boo and cooing at him as he instantly stops crying his little fish taking a death tight grip to your shirt asking for you never let him go.

Baby Yuji who gets mushed instantly as your enter your private chambers because Sukuna was ready for a second child only to be stopped when he heard his sons muffled cries against his own bare chest.

Sukuna who sighs carrying his baby boy using his reverse cursed technique to heal him of any squish damage. Cradling him against his chest in he massive arms. Squeezing his yawning sons cheeks between his hand just for his son to take a tight hold on his finger. The way Sukuna laughs proudly at how his son was so strong for someone so small

The smug look when you try to take Yuji away from Sukuna only for Yuji to cry and cling to his daddy

Your little pout as Baby Yuji sleeps on his daddy’s chest secured by his arms and you held against your husbands side with his free arm

Toddler Yuji who’s first word isn’t mama or papa but “koo… kooo kooOUuna…” you look confused turning to your husband with a raised brow “whose Kouna?” “It’s KUNA woman! As in SuKUNA,” he crossed his arms against his chest smug smirk, “We can see who the preferred is.” You puffed your cheeks “Ryomen Sukuna i have half a never to- Koona!” You turned to your son picking him up “little traitor”

Toddler Yuji who no matter where he is, he’s not afraid to walk, he knows his mom and dad will be right there to catch him and pick him up to try again

The time Yuji was across the massive palace room, you were watching him sit and play. Sukuna was lounged out in front of the sunny window after a bath trying to relax. Never had he felt the instinct that forced him up and over, catching his son just before he toppled over into the floor. His speed was scary and accurate turning to you as you were just behind him.

Little Yuji who yells in delight when you throw him up in the air to catch him again kissing his cheeks, is the same Yuji who screams when his dad hurls him into the air only to fall back against his dad clinging for life against his dads rumbling chest. He dad laughing out loud before Yuji is screaming “again again!”

The heart attacks you’ve had watching these things happen just for Uraume to assure nothing bad will fall upon the heir

The cute moments when you and Sukuna take Yuji’s small chubby hands while walking and picking him up and swinging him every third step. His little smile and laughs as he looks up at both of you, your smile as you look at Sukuna, that rare soft smile and look in his eyes that remind you why you fell for him. Proving he’s not the cruel tyrant others have him to be.

Sukuna who threatens the best artist in the village to create an oil painting of you, your husband and Yuji with every birthday that passes because even though he won’t express how much he enjoys these moments, he’s afraid of time slipping through his fingers

#sukuna ryomen #jjk anime #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #daddy sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna thirst #sukuna x wife reader #yuji and mom reader #yuji x mom reader #son yuji

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oobbbear · 3 months

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I’m back on doll making so here’s a little sunny for the warmup :]c✨

His eyes weren’t originally planned to look like that but I umm messed that up so I added an eyelid to cover it now he has this smug face going on which I honestly like more than the plan hehehe

#my art #sundrop #fnaf sun #art doll #clay doll #I have superglue on my hands now I can’t get off :’)#note to self #change glue to a safer option #Oh also if anyone’s interested I might open art doll commissions during the summer #I’m getting used to the process #will make a poll post later on #:]✨#guess who I’m gonna make next

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apomaro-mellow · 8 months

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Wrong Number 1

Eddie kept up a texting chain with Steve while making himself a breakfast of coffee and cereal. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Not since, well, when he thought of it when he was a teenager up all night in chat rooms and forums. When you found someone who you just clicked with.

[11:30] Any advice on how to fry an egg with a perfectly runny yolk?

(11:32) You like runny yolks??? 🤢 (11:33) It's scrambled or nothing for me (11:33) Cant help ya even if I wanted to

[11:35] I just want an egg on my avo toast

Normally Robin fried the eggs for breakfast. Her yolks were always perfect. But unlike Steve, she'd actually scored last night and was still with whoever she'd gone home with last night.

Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cliche. A guy who jogged and then came back home for some avocado toast with an egg on top? He just had to let his stance be known.

(11:35) Next ur gonna tell me bout your acai smoothie bowl rite? (11:36) Avo toast? Really???

Steve realized how he was coming off and had to quickly amend it.

[11:38] It's not what you think! We only got the avocados to make some guac the other day. There was one left and I wanted to use it before it went bad. And I'm all guac'd out. Hence the toast.

(11:39) At least you didn't use the avocado to make like ice cream or some shit

Finished with his own, normal, regular, average citizen breakfast, Eddie cleared his place and started to actually get ready for the day. His shift went from 2 to 10 tonight, so he needed to prepare for the long haul.

While brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and making something for his lunch later, he and Steve kept up the texts. Through their conversation he found out Steve's favorite ice cream (peanut butter), that he could cook eggs just about any way except sunny side up, and that he lived with a roommate named Robin.

Eddie got to his place of work and in a place like that you need to have some semblance of focus and attention, so he told Steve he had to get to work. He realized he was basically saying 'busy now, text you later?' to a stranger he'd only started talking to last night. Steve was completely in his rights to end the conversation there.

He could've ended it at any time really. What obligation did he have to keep on talking to him?

[2:01] Okay. Talk to you later

Steve stared at the message, already in the middle of agonizing over it when Robin finally came through the door of their apartment.

"Good afternoon. I wanna feel offended that I didn't get any texts or calls asking if I'm okay but I'm gonna choose to think it means you trust me and are a great judge of character."

For the first time in a while, Steve checked the time and actually realized how long it had been.

"Shit, Robs, I'm sorry." It had been over 12 hours and he hadn't checked in on her. All because he'd been texting a random number. "So you had a good time?"

Steve had been sitting on the couch and Robin plopped right down, laying her head in his lap.

"It was magical. Like something out of a movie."

"Aren't you glad I made you go and talk to her?", Steve smiled smug.

Robin smushed his face with her hands with a groan. "Don't look at me like that. You were right, okay? Me and her hit it off like, like uh, one of your sports metaphors."

"Robin you were in a soccer league just last year, stop acting like you don't know sports."

"Anyway, something grand must've kept your attention off me. Things go well with that girl you were talking to?"

"Umm, yeah."

Robin sat up, eyes narrowing. "And you came back here with her? Gross! Steve! Did you do it on the couch?!" She shot up immediately.

"I didn't", Steve rolled his eyes.

It was one of their main rules. No sex in the common areas of the apartment. Steve wasn't gonna tell her about the wrong number given to him. And he especially wasn't going to tell her he kept talking to it. The following lecture would have been unbearable.

"She gave me her number and we've just been texting back and forth."

Robin slowly sat back down on the couch. "Just texting? That's all you did?"

"That's all."

"Wow. You usually move faster than that."

"Well, I want something a little more this time. But enough about my snail pace romance. Let's talk about you and that girl, what was her name?"

He and Robin sat a long while, talking about her night, eventually going out for lunch together too. Not-Misty had said they were at work, but Steve couldn't help himself when he saw that Robin had ordered a burger with avocado on it and Steve had gotten a taco salad that came with, you guessed it, avocado.

[3:14] image.jpeg [314] Okay me and Robin might have a problem. But I swear it's not on purpose!

"Did you just send a picture of our lunch to someone?", Robin asked.

"Yeah to uh, to Misty. We were talking about avocados earlier and I figured she'd get a kick out of it."

Robin smiled through her chewing. She teased but she was glad that her friend had made a connection last night.

Meanwhile, Eddie saw the message, but didn't have a chance to reply, even on his lunch break. Through all the texting, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so it was on the plug and he was leaving it alone for now while he talked to his co-worker, Grant. He went through the rest of his shift, thinking about Steve.

What did he look like? How old was he? Where did he live?

He got off and made his way back home, stopping off somewhere to get dinner. It was a sandwich shop and he honestly contemplated getting avocado on his just to see Steve's reaction but he resisted.

'I can't be that down bad that I'm overthinking food now', he thought to himself.

When he got back home, he turned the tv on and took out his phone to reply to Steve right away.

(10:31) Back at home now (10:32) Work was crazy (10:34) And the 1st step to recovery is admitting u have a problem (10:36) But thru hard work we can get you addicted to a sensible veggie (10:37) Like broccoli

He thought since he kept Steve waiting for so long it might take some time for a reply to come, but his phone pinged almost immediately.

[10:39] First of all, avocado is a fruit. Second, I eat plenty of other vegetables. And third, what happened at work?

(10:41) It may be a fruit but I dont want it in my smoothie (10:42) And some guy came in and started throwing axes at the wall

Sunday evenings were usually more relaxed. It was why Eddie typically didn't work Friday or Saturday nights unless he needed some extra cash or they needed someone on deck.

[10:44] Hold the duck up someone was throwing axes!! [10:44] *duck [10:45] *FUCK

Eddie snickered through his eating and had to take a moment to swallow before something came up. He always enjoyed telling people what he did for a living.

(10:46) Cool your jets man (10:47) I work at an axe throwing range (10:48) The problem with this dude was he didn't have an appointment (10:48) Just came in and started throwing an axe at the wall

[10:50] Are you okay? That sounds dangerous

(10:50) My uncle handled it (10:51) Eventually the dude left

[10:52] Oh wow. Well I'm glad you're okay. Axe throwing tho. What an interesting job for someone of your age? 🤷

Steve was lying in bed and he buried his face into his pillow as he sent it with the shrug emoji. It was so transparent, he knew it. But he needed to have a better idea of who he was talking to. That way when Robin did eventually find out, he'd be able to tell her something, anything.

(10:53) Smooth (10:53) I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours

Eddie knew now was the time to be cautious. But he was also curious as to how much Steve would tell him and just what he wanted to know. He wasn't disappointed.

[10:54] Male, 23, 5'11

It was like the bare minimum of information and yet Eddie was already aggressively tamping down any hope that he might have a chance. Without his permission, hope bubbled up anyway

(10:55) Male, 24 going on 25, also 5'11

Steve stared at the text with the mystery person, mystery man's information. It seemed like so little and yet so much. He still hadn't an idea of what he looked like. But now he could at least get a general silhouette.

(10:56) Ur not one of those guys who lies about his height are you?

[10:57] Robin says my hair gives me two inches but she has no idea what she's talking about.

Eddie was thinking about how Steve must wear his hair. It could be in a sizeable pompadour, or maybe a nice afro. Maybe it was in a bun all the time? That was not what he typed out however.

(10:59) You know what they say (10:59) It's not the size but what u do with it

Okay this was it. This was where Steve stopped texting him. You can't just say that to guys you don't know-ping!

Eddie bit his lip and only had one eye open as he looked at Steve reply, preparing for the worst.

[11:01] Oh I know how to use my inches

Eddie dropped his phone onto the table and had to get up and pace, touch his face, his hair, throwing his hands in the air. Was this flirting? This felt like flirting. He wished he knew for sure. Maybe it was the lack of emoji. Had Steve put a winking face, he'd know for certain. Eddie leaned against his fridge, staring at his phone, sitting innocently on the table.

On the other side, Steve was burying his face into his pillow, pretending he didn't just say that. Would it come off as playful? As flirty? As casual? Should he have sent a wink? The seconds ticked and it felt too late. Like coughing after saying something awkward.

God, he was so desperate. Why was he even still texting? He had work in the morning. He should start preparing for bed so he had any hope of getting up on time. Steve pushed off the bed and went to his closet when he heard the notification sound and instantly returned.

(11:05) Let's get out the measuring tape (11:05) image.jpeg

Steve felt his heart skip a beat. The picture attached was of the very top of mystery man's head. He was holding up a lock of long, curly hair into the air. Steve studied the picture like he was getting paid to do it. He couldn't see any lower than the bangs on his forehead but there was still plenty to see.

The rings on his fingers for one, how his curls went this way and that. Steve quickly saved it and then replied with a similar pose, holding some hair by the fingers as far as it would go above his head.

[11:07] image.jpeg [11:08] I think you have me beat

They texted for about an hour more before Steve finally decided to be an adult and put himself to sleep, bidding mystery man good night.

Part 3

Fun fact, years ago I worked at an axe throwing place and yes, what happened to Eddie did in fact happen to me! On like my first week too I think

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#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #i can honestly say i didn't expect the response to this #u cant predict the stocks! i guess LOL #fun fact this was nearly an abo fic as well #but i decided against it this time around #bc i have other aus that'll probably be abo

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dominicfikue · 4 days

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 . . . featuring matthew sturniolo.

𓏲๋ 𓂃 — PAIRING. good girl!reader x guitarist!matt.

beware of. SMUT. mentions of unprotected sex. teensy age gap ( 19 & 21 ). reader lives w her parents. use of pet names.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ headline. different scenarios to show the flirty dynamic between two ‘innocent’ neighbors.

— GUITARIST!MATT WHO: makes it a habit to say good morning to you— an absolute angel, every single day. toothpick hanging from his pink lips as he leans against the white picket fence. you can’t do anything but meekly return the greeting, your big doe eyes focused on the grass beneath you as he showers you in complements.

“good morning, sunshine. jesus, you look… gorgeous. where ya headed?”

— GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: bakes goodies for the musician next door. it’s okay fair to return the favor since he’s such a sweetheart to you. you wake up at the crack of dawn, pulling up the “strawberry blondie bars” recipe you found on social media.

you try your hardest to be quiet, not wanting to wake your parents upstairs. once the treats are ready, you package them in a pink container before taping a note on top. during one of many morning conversations between you two, you hand the brunette the blondies, a grin plastered on your lip gloss-covered lips.

“oh i almost forgot! made these for ya since you’re always so nice to me. i hope you like them!”

— GUITARIST!MATT WHO: answers your phone calls on the first ring, no matter how late it is. you dial him, small sniffles coming from your side of the phone. your parents had begged you to go on a date with this boy from church, convinced that you needed a good influence in your life since matt was ‘corrupting you’. wrong they were.

once he found out you didn’t wanna sleep with him, he called you a prude and sped off in his truck. now here you were, stranded at a restaurant at 12:30 AM. as soon as matt heard your shaky voice & your situation, he put his guitar down and practically ran out to his car to come pick you up. he’s fuming, praying he runs into the guy one of these days to teach him a lesson.

“j-just stay still for me, okay sweetheart? i’ll be there soon, ten minutes tops.”

— GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: pleads and pleads with matt to let you come over and watch him practice. of course you’ve heard him from your room, the bass from his electric guitar coursing through your walls from time to time but you wanted to see it up close and personal.

after multiple “no’s” & “it’s too much for your pretty lil’ ears”, he finally gives in, leading you inside his home with his hand resting dangerously low on your back. when you reach the basement, you see all of his equipment— his amp, a mic, etc. not to mention, the star of the show, the guitar.

he nods for you to take a seat on the grey L-shaped couch as he takes a seat in a foldable chair in front of you. once he knows he has all of your attention, he begins playing a very familiar song— godspeed by frank ocean. with his fingers moving smoothly against the strings and his lip tucked between his teeth as he concentrates, you can’t help but clench your thighs at the sight.

— GUITARIST!MATT & GOOD GIRL!READER WHO: both have journals about the other. they both consisted of lewd & dirty thoughts, yours definitely more… explicit than matt’s. you’re writing in said journal when you see a figure pop through your window, a smug smile playing on his lips. matt’s presence seemed to distract you, your journal wide open in your lap.

as he gets climbs in your room and gets closer, he notices the book causing him to snatch it up and look through it, not expecting to read anything like that from you. you lean up and try to grab it back frantically, embarrassment lingering all around you but matt kept you in place with his other hand as he continued reading. you’re already getting your apology ready but before you can say anything, matt beats you to it.

“this true, sunny? you wanna ‘feel my soft lips against your skin while you’…. woah. you got a hell of a mouth on you, don’t ya?” his eyes wide as they still remain on the paper.

“doing so good, baby. riding me all by yourself just like you said you would … can’t believe it.” he drags out, his words muffled as he leaves marks down your neck. you having to hide the hickies didnt seem to cross your mind, the state of euphoria you were in clouding your thoughts. you felt on top of the world and all of matt’s praise was only fueling the feeling.

you don’t even notice that he paused your movements to pursue his own, breathy groans coming from the boy underneath you. matt’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he basically drills into you. with one last thrust, you release all over him, a loud and catty whine leaving your throat. matt finishes not too long after you, filling you up nice & full.

in all honesty, it was bound to happen sooner or later. i mean, he was only a door away.

solai speaks. headcannon layout inspo from the one & only @musegyra! i enjoyed writing this so much like you have no idea. i’ve been in my music matt bag lately 😭. speaking of, part one to get him back will be out this week! enjoy <3.

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229zmi · 2 months

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MY HEART, IT BEATS FOR YOU

Nagi Seishirō/Reader | 1.0k words, fluff, jealous nagi

Nagi, generally, is an apathetic person.

Yet somehow, there’s a taut feeling that twists its way through the gaps of his ribcage, stretching around his heart as his eyes linger on the fabric that hangs around your shoulders. Seeing you on the couch, casually scrolling on your phone while wearing a jacket he can’t recognise as yours or, even better, his as much as he wants to — the sight elicits something that’s not quite a painful feeling, but it isn’t exactly pleasant either, he thinks.

The wheels are still turning in his head when you finally acknowledge his presence with a smile, oblivious to the way he’s not even looking at you when you tell him, “Hey, Sei.”

Instead, he trudges over to you with the same passion as that of a sloth, and his voice comes out small, almost as if that same feeling in his chest has crawled past his shoulder to constrict his throat.

“That jacket— it’s not yours, is it?” It’s plain and simple, the way he states the observation, yet laced with the most marginal hint of spite.

“No, it’s Reo’s,” you confirm without missing a beat, and he narrows his eyes, so subtly that you don’t even catch it. You continue on about how you bumped into Reo by pure coincidence on your way to run an errand and how the weather’s been so volatile lately, oscillating between warm and sunny one day and freezing cold during the next. But Nagi—

Well—

Here’s the thing: as impassive as he is most of the time, Nagi is a great listener when it comes to you.

You’ve always been a priority to him and even more so in that facet. To relish in the fleeting moments of winning a game on his phone, or to know what happens in the latest chapter of his favourite manga as soon as possible — the rush of satisfaction he gets out of those is nice, he supposes, but not worth missing a word of what you say, be it something miscellaneous about your day or the biggest news he’s ever heard in his life.

And certainly, nothing is worth missing the small habits that make themselves known in your conversation, that make up the you he first swore love to near the bench outside the convenience store, holding your favourite snack in one hand and offering his jacket to you with his other because the harshness of springtime winds had swept away any warmth your flimsy sweater could contain.

It’s your facial expressions, your gestures, the way you look toward him at the end of each rambling, as if to ask, Are you listening? So then, he’ll answer— a nod, as if to say, Yes. Of course. Please say more. Because for you, it’s all ears and eyes wide open on his end.

But Nagi, admittedly, isn’t perfect, and this is not a matter of opinion. Even you can see the way he can’t stop staring hard at your jacket as though he’s trying to telepathically morph it into something that looks like it came from his closet instead.

Midway through an elaborate plan to sell the jacket for an outrageously high price on some sketchy website (you’re only half-joking… maybe), you finally notice his distant expression. “…Sei?”

His lack of response is all the confirmation you need for your suspicions. A grin then crosses your face, while your eyes sport a gleam that Nagi recognises as smugness once he eventually tears his focus away from the offending item of clothing.

You say his name again, this time teasingly. Then, “Are you jeal—?”

Your question cuts off unceremoniously when his hands reach over to latch onto the zipper of the jacket, pulling it down before tugging on the fabric near your shoulders. Despite the boldness of his actions, you don’t make any move to stop him as he flings Reo’s jacket across the room, hearing it land on the floor with a satisfying sound.

Moments later, he shrugs his jacket off in one smooth motion and then drapes it over your body. With his large palms smoothing over the fabric against your upper arms, it’s such a sweet gesture that you can’t find it in yourself to complain, although the opportunity to poke fun at him is hard to let slip.

“Woah, there.” Cheekily, you brush that one abnormally long part of his bangs away from his face and poke the tip of his nose, to which he responds with his signature pout before burying his face into the crook of your neck. As your back hits the cushion of the arm rest behind you and your hands come up to comb through his hair, you feel a bout of warmth surge through your collarbone area, accompanied by the sound of his voice muffled by your skin.

“I’m not jealous.”

A smile dances around the corners of your mouth despite your efforts to conceal it. “Really?” you say. “I think you are.”

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbles. “You can’t prove it.”

“I mean. You’re kinda all over me right now.”

He huffs at the flurry of giggles that tumble from your mouth boundlessly, like clothes spilling out of an overpacked suitcase. Though, when your laughter finally simmers down and humour seems to have come to a standstill in your conversation, sentimentality weaves its way into your voice, in between mixed undertones of reassurance and leftover amusement.

(Because what you’re about to say is nothing but the truth itself: ardent and vulnerable, despite the sheer casualness in the way you present it.)

“You’re the only one my heart beats for, Seishirō.”

Lazily, he peers up at you. “Promise?”

“I promise. Besides,” you add, snuggling deeper into the collar of his jacket, “your jacket’s way warmer, anyway.”

That could be attributed to the fact that he has practically become your personal heater by sprawling his body over yours on the couch. Nevertheless, the envious fangs surrounding Nagi’s heart slacken, and with your fingers brushing through his hair once again, he can’t help himself from murmuring into your skin, sounding more relieved than he has ever sounded, “Good.”

#nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk fluff #229ZMI

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wileys-russo · 4 months

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Please would you be able to write an awfc x teen!reader fic based on the photos of the girls playing Aussie rules today in training? Maybe a bit of annoying younger sister energy (kind of like kyra)! I love you stuff thank you for all of it :)

not completelyy happy with this but it was something different to try! drop kick II awfc x teen!r

"oh you're not bringing that are you?" steph sighed as you stretched over to grab the bright red ball from her back seat. "yeah! why not?" you grinned as the two of you stepped out of her car.

"well because we don't play afl we play football." steph shook her head, though she knew better than to even try and argue the case knowing all too well how stubborn you were.

"then it'll be a fun learning experience for the girls! wheres your australian spirit steffy?" you gave her a toothy grin, the older girl clearing her throat as you spun around. "forgetting something?" steph raised her eyebrow and subtly nodded to your bag.

"oh! yeah that might help." you grinned, jogging back and grabbing it, kissing stephs cheek in thanks who pushed you off with an amused roll of her eyes.

"all this time off and she's forgotten what sport we play!" caitlin teased watching you stuff the ball with some difficulty into your gym bag but eventually succeeding, ruffling your hair as you smacked her hand away.

"sorry hard launch i couldn't hear you over the massive closet of your latest relationship?" you cupped a hand over your ear as steph snickered and you grinned, though catching the look which flashed across caitlins face you wasted no time sprinting off.

"ya could have four legs and i'd still outpace you foordy!" you yelled over your shoulder as she gave up chasing you, pausing to fall back into step with steph and flipping you the finger.

"i'll get you later skippy just you wait! i know where you live!" caitlin yelled menacingly after you, and of course she would considering you bounced between her place and stephs, not allowed to get your own as much as you'd begged and pleaded.

you were so busy gloating you didn't watch where you were going and wheezed as your body slammed into someone elses. "speed racers back in town then! who we runnin from now?" jen grinned, hauling you up and over her shoulder.

"i've missed these delightful walks of ours jb." you patted her back affectionately feeling her body vibrate with laughter as you flipped caitlin the bird before jen turned a corner, earning yourself a disappointed look from steph.

"lee!" you called out happily as the two of you entered the change rooms and you spotted her sitting at her cubby dressed for training, the blonde looking up from her phone as jen put you down. "you're back training properly??" the taller girl stumbled a little at the speed in which you crashed into her for a hug.

"much as i can be. missed you skippy!" the blonde ruffled your hair, kissing your cheek and shoving you over toward lia who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, wrapping you in another tight hug.

"hi wally! happy new year." you mumbled into her shoulder making her laugh. "happy new year winzig, did you have a nice break?" the swiss woman walked you toward your cubby which was between kyra and vics.

"yes! god i miss australia so much already. the beaches, the tan, the food, my family. its cruel that i come from warm sunny beautiful summer to this, english winter fucking sucks!" you huffed unhappily, wincing as a hand collected the back of your head.

"language little miss. thats a fiver!" beth wagged her finger at you with a stern look as you rolled your eyes and hugged her girlfriend instead causing her to scoff. "what? you know i am her favourite." viv shrugged as beth made a noise of disbelief and you sent her a smug smile.

you hadn't even separated from the pair for more than five seconds before a body hurtled into you sending you flying, kyras body latched onto you as stina hurried to grab you, stopping you from hitting the floor.

"get off me you rat!" you wrenched off the girls hands and sent stina a grateful look who gave the pair of you an amused smile, turning back to her conversation with amanda.

"rat! you're the little rat, did you forget about the pictures of-" kyra started as your eyes widened and you hastily covered her mouth. "you swore on calvins life you would take that to the grave." you growled quietly, pulling your hand away in disgust as kyra licked it, wiping it on her jersey.

"but i'm the child? grow up cooney-cross." you scoffed, letting out a yell as again kyra leapt onto you, this time successfully taking you down to the ground as the two of you rolled around wrestling until you were seperated by leah and steph.

most of the girls having filed out toward the pitch and steph impatiently tapping her foot in waiting you hurried to get your boots on, grabbing the afl ball out afterward.

"you can't bring it to training." "why not?" "well-" "see, you can't even think of a good reason stephanie."

and with that you tucked it under your arm and strode out of the change rooms as steph groaned. "can you see any greys jenny? she's been back for three days and its already falling out from the stress!" steph huffed gesturing to her hair as the tall scottish woman chuckled and slung an arm over her should.

"what is that!" vic pulled a face as you appeared with the foreign looking ball. "aussie rules ball!" you beamed, kicking it at kyra who dove to catch it, earning yourself the attention of a few more of the girls who looked on curiously.

"right i'm game. give us a go then skippy!" leah clapped as you tossed her the ball and explained how to hold and position it to be drop kicked. "yeah yeah its a ball, i'm an athlete. i got it!" she brushed you off as you held your hands up and took a few steps back.

you slumped into lotte who appeared by your side, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. "go on lee while some of us are still young, kimmy might have to retire by the time you kick this thing." you grinned cheekily, hiding behind lotte at the look sent your way by your captain across the pitch.

"oh brilliant! she's a natural." you threw your head back with a laugh as leah completely missed, nearly kneeing herself in the face as the ball bounced away. "shut up!" the blonde warned you with a glare, hurrying to grab the ball again.

"show me again." leah demanded firmly as lotte let you go and you grabbed the ball. "oi ireland!" you yelled, katie looking up from her conversation with gio and grinning as you held up the ball and she readied herself to catch.

"like this." you huffed as you kicked the ball with all your might, the red leather sailing up into the air and right into katies awaiting arms. "you know i might need to recruit you to take some of my goal kicks. how much do you really like being a striker?" manu messed up your hair with a gloved hand as you pushed her away with a smile.

"how the fu-" leah shook her head as katie booted the ball toward caitlin perfectly. "its cause she's got a bit of aussie in her, literally." you smirked quietly, leah turning to you with wide shocked eyes at the comment.

"i'm telling steph to wash that filthy little mouth out with soap tonight skippy."

you barely heard her as you were already taking off racing toward kyra who was trying to teach gio how to kick, your body hurtling into hers. "tackle!" you cheered as kyra groaned from beneath you and you plucked the ball from her hand and took off again.

"they don't tackle in afl you little shit thats nrl!"

"nope!" you were suddenly off the ground again as caitlins arms wrapped around your waist and took you down to the ground, tossing the ball to katie and getting off of you.

"piggy in the middle!" you cheered happily jumping to your feet and racing off toward an unsuspecting cloe who was merely holding the ball, the blondes eyes widening as she hurried to toss the ball toward sabs who frowned in confusion before your body hurtled into hers.

"hey steph." the defender looked up from where she was watching you as jen appeared by her side.

"yeah mate, i can see those greys now."

#woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #woso community #awfc x reader #arsenal women #awfc

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bby-deerling · 6 months

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all shook up (zoro x afab!reader nsfw)

zoro knows exactly what buttons to push to get you where he wants you. reader is an artist, franky built her a studio on the sunny!

fem afab!reader, mdni, 18+, wc: 1.2k masterlist

Tiny wisps of white gently drifted through the bright midday sky; today was a peaceful, beautiful day to be at sea. However, you found yourself cooped up in your small studio after lunch, determined to place the finishing brushstrokes on a painting you were finishing of Chopper at work mixing medicines. Zoro had joined you, sitting on the couch in the corner, watching you while he sharpened his swords. You’re so entranced by the process, lost in your mind, that you don’t notice him stand up and walk behind you.

“Fix your posture.” he whispers in your ear, running his index finger along the back of your spine. Completely snapped out of your focus, your back snaps upright, and Zoro smirks at the way your blood rushes to your cheeks.

“Much better.” he says, making his way back to the couch and returning to sharpening one of his swords. The look on his face is increasingly more smug each time he catches you glancing over at him in between brushstrokes, and it becomes nearly impossible to concentrate on anything besides the growing heat spreading through your body.

Allowing your mind to drift and fantasize, you can almost feel him pressed up against you, mouth on your neck as it had been so many times before. The rhythmic metallic scrape of his blade against the sharpening stone only reminded you of his slow, deep thrusts, that left you feeling dizzy. The bottom of his shirt was riding up, exposing part of his midriff—it hadn’t been the last time you looked. He was working you up on purpose, and it drove you nuts that it took so little to completely unravel you.

When he finally sheathes his sword and sets it to the side, leaning back into the couch with his hands behind his head, you set your brush down.

“Been looking at it too long. Think I need a break.” you say with a deep exhale, turning to face him. The satisfied grin on his face lets you know he sees your neediness written all over your face, despite your attempts to not seem so desperate for him.

“C’mere then, pretty girl.” he says, patting his thigh. You lock the door, and take his invitation, straddling him and pressing kisses to his jawline, starting outward and slowly moving towards his neck.

“You’re a tease, Zoro.” you mumble in his ear, kissing and nipping the skin on his neck, salty and sweaty from his training session earlier than morning, “Sitting here and showing me your slutty little waist—” Gasping, your words are cut off by the rolling of his hips into yours.

“Slutty little waist?” he asks, amused, “What do you call this then, huh?” he says, squeezing the bare, exposed skin of your sides, before letting his hands drift further down to your hips. You moan softly against his neck as his calloused fingers dip below the waistband of your harem pants and grab your ass.

“You’re the one running around in these pants that you know drive me nuts. Shame they’re gonna have to come off.” he says, voice husky with lust as one of his hands reaches to tease your clothed slit through your panties, breath hitching as he feels how soaked they are.

“Please, Zoro…” you whine, craving the feeling of his fingers inside you and squirming against his touch.

“You fall apart for me so easily, pretty girl—" he muses as he slides his hand down your panties and slips two fingers inside, eliciting a needy moan from you, “—not that I’m complaining.”

Needy beyond comprehension, you whine as he starts to curl his fingers inside of you. Already lightheaded, you’re drowning, suffocating in a haze of pleasure. He smirks at the wanting, dirty moans and gasps you let out as you soak his fingers, hips squirming under his touch. Eager for more of him, you grab the side of his face and pull his lips onto yours. He continues the slow thrusts and curls of his fingers as his tongue melts into yours, leaving your senses messy, clouded, and unaware of where your body stopped and his began.

When he breaks the kiss to admire how much of a wreck he’s turned you into, face red, eyes darkened and pupils blown, the wanting sigh you let out makes his cock twitch.

“Lemme ride you—” you try to say, but it comes out a mangled mess, unable to focus as his fingers stroke your sweet spot.

“What’s that?” he asks slyly, knowing damn well what you were trying to say, but wanting to get it out of you again.

“I wanna ride you, Zoro—" you plead, gasping at another deep pump of his fingers. He smirks as he withdraws them completely and squeezes your thigh.

“Hop on then, lil’ demon.”

He marvels at how fast you’re out of your clothes as he springs his cock free; the fabric pooling at your feet is quickly abandoned as you straddle him and grind your naked core against him. The strangled moan you let out when he slides into you is muffled as he smashes his lips against yours. Overwhelmed by need, your hips grind into him, head feeling dizzy as your clit rubs against him.

“You’re so hot when you’re needy like this.” Zoro mumbles against your lips as he grabs onto your hips and pulls them closer, increasing the friction on your clit as you grind against him. Your response is incoherent and fades into the choir of other lewd sounds that fall off your lips and onto his. Zoro finds this entertaining, and a muffled chuckle vibrates against your mouth.

“Having fun?” he whispers, pulling away from your lips; a string of saliva still connecting your mouths together.

“Mmhmm—” you hum, too clouded in pleasure to form anything resembling words.

“Good, because you’re not going anywhere until you come all over my cock.” he growls in your ear.

His words send tingles straight to your core and your hips begin to snap against him erratically. He groans as the grip on your hip tightens, nearly sending you over the edge as your clit rolls against him just right. You bury your head into the crook of his neck and pick up the pace, letting out a whine as you get impossibly close. Delirium overtakes you and you feel weightless when you finally come hard, walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck—” Zoro gasps, his thrusts deepening as you go limp in his arms. Electricity buzzes in your cheeks as he grips your waist and fucks you hard, desperate to feel every last bit of your orgasm and its aftershocks around him. He was the one losing his mind now, more drunk on the feeling of being inside of you than he could ever be on sake.

“Gonna cum…” he rasps as he grabs the back of your neck and deepens his thrusts even more, speeding up until he finally spills into you, leaving both of you panting and shaking. You both stay there a moment, enjoying the gentle afterglow of the moment and pressing soft absentminded kisses wherever you could reach, before finally emerging from the haze of lust.

“How’s that for a break?” he teases as you both clean up.

“Feeling better now.” you smile. “Might need a nap now, though.”

“Me too. C’mere, pretty girl.” he says, laying down on the couch and pulling a blanket over the two of you.

“Love you Zoro.” you mumble into his chest with a yawn as he snuggles you close, entangling your limbs together.

“Love you more.” he says, kissing your forehead as you both succumb to the comfort of each other’s arms.

#one piece x reader #x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x you #mdni #one piece smut #one piece scenario #im working on my requests i promise but i just couldn't get this out of my head aaaaaa #god i need him

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aetherdoesthings · 2 months

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hi!! i was wondering if you could write a monster trio (seperate) x reader oneshot or hc's (whatever you prefer) where reader has a habit of gradually gaining blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals to the point there is only room for a very comfy reader ? thanks you!!

(also i hope you feel better !! im down with a bit of a cold rn so i get your pain)

elo! i'm still semi sick when i'm writing this (it's been at least a week since this request was made) 😭 maybe i did get hanahaki after all 🤔

forethoughts: i'm in the library writing this rn and i'm just absentmindedly eavesdropping two girls talk about the supernatural and their beliefs in it. it's very interesting.

notes: gn!reader, fluff

Luffy

Since Luffy loved adventure and the outside world, he was rarely inside your shared bedroom, so your little scheme of collecting blankets and pillows and stuffed animals basically goes under the radar.

Luffy does see you climb on board the Sunny holding bags upon bags of stuffed animals and pillows (with Robin’s assistance) but never questions it because he just assumes you and Robin went out on a shopping spree.

When he eventually does go inside your shared room and find you buried in a pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals, he laughs it off and gets ready to jump in with you.

From that point you had created a rule that Luffy must have showered prior to getting into your pillow fort.

Luffy didn’t even question your comfy fort when he saw it. Since he was in the room only every few weeks, and with that terrible memory of his, he just saw your fort and went, ‘oh yeah that’s how our room looks!’

At night, when Luffy has showered and is clean, the two of you like to snuggle inside your fort you built, and just talk about anything that comes up.

Zoro

There was no doubt that Zoro had an affinity for sleeping, and doing so with comfort.

Even though he was barely in your shared room because he had to keep watch at night, your operation went under the radar.

But Zoro wasn’t Luffy. He eventually noticed the growing amount of pillows and blankets that piled up on the bed, occasionally catching you board the Sunny holding a stuffed animal he’s never seen before.

Within weeks of your operation, he already knows about your hoard and your plans. He doesn’t think much about it, and rather thinks it’s rather cute you loved and craved the comfort of having pillows underneath and above you.

He never let you know that he knew about your scheme, rather letting you do whatever you wanted, except for a detail.

He would always steal one pillow from your collection to use while he was sleeping. Snatch a pillow and a stuffed animal, and take a nap somewhere on board the Sunny. He’d also snatch some blankets and pillows and put that on the crow’s nest, creating quite the comfy sleeping place for himself.

You didn’t realize your stash was starting to deplete, until you couldn’t find your favorite stuffie.

So you searched all over the place, and found Zoro sleeping on the deck with one of your pillows and your favorite stuffed animal in his arms, a smug smile on his face.

You snatched your stuffed animal back, accusing him of taking your stuffies and pillows.

He relented, and commented on how your hobby of gathering stuffed animals and pillows and blankets was cute.

From that day on, you had spared some of your pillows and blankets into decorating the crow’s nest for Zoro, so that even though he couldn’t spend the entire night with you, he’d still be comfortable while guarding the ship at night.

Sanji

Sanji found out about your operation rather early on compared to the rest, as he would actually get a few hours sleeping with you before having to go to the kitchen to work on the next day’s meals.

He finds it adorable and absolutely loves it (cue Sanji swooning over with heart eyes and his body turning into that noodle shape where it goes left and right)

He 100% supports your idea of gathering as many comfy things onto your shared bed, so he would give you cash to buy more, and even go on shopping trips with you to buy something he wants to add to the pile.

Sanji added a padlock to the door to your shared room, because he didn’t want anyone to see the fort the two of you were constructing, and he didn’t want anyone else to be a part of your fort.

At night, he’d bring a snack that isn’t wet or crumbly into your fort, and share it with you, hiding underneath the blankets and just talking to each other.

You two have a designated stuffed animal you chose for each other, and you treasured the stuffed animal Sanji picked for you. The stuffed animal you chose for Sanji can always be seen next to him. You chose one pocket sized so that it could be by his side like a good luck charm whenever he was in a fight, and had a hook so he could hook it to his belt so it won’t go missing.

The kitchen is now covered in stuffed animals of different animals. The Straw Hats don’t question it. They just think Sanji’s just reconnecting with his childhood; they have no idea that it’s you who’s having this effect on Sanji.

Except for Robin, of course. She knows everything.

#one piece #op #monster trio #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #comfy #fluff #aetherasks #nico robin

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 3 months

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'Snowflake'

Clarisse La Rue x Albino!Fem!Reader

A/N:More hc's on the way!Luke fics are also wip!

I feel like she would constantly tease you about your eyes twitching in the sun, but she'd also low-key make sure you have sunglasses all the time. Like, "Here, put these on,pretty girl. Don't want you going blind or something."

I feel like she would grumble about having to deal with sunscreen, but secretly she enjoys applying it to your pale skin, all protective and stuff. "Stay still,snowflake.Don't want you getting burnt." because she knows how much it hurts given how sensitive your skin is.

She LOVES stealing your hoodies because she says it's like wearing a cloud. "Softest hoodie in camp, hands down.Almost as soft as you."

I feel like she would totally get jealous if anyone else tries to tease you about your unique traits. She's like, "Back off, she's mine to tease."

Imagine her trying to braid your hair, but she's all gruff about it. "Stop moving,pretty thing.I'm not good at this, but it's better than your hair getting tangled." especially if you had longer hair.

So I feel like she would totally have a secret collection of sun hats for you. "Just wear one,snowflake.It's not that hard."

I feel like she would get protective if anyone makes fun of you.She's ready to throw down. "You got a problem with how they look? Say it to my face."

She LOVES bragging about your beauty to her friends, but she does it in a very smug way. "Yeah,my girlfriend here is a vision. Deal with it."

She deff calls you "Casper" sometimes as a joke.

She loves the moments when you let her be the big spoon. "Yeah, that's right,pretty girl.I'm the tough one, remember?" But you both know she secretly loves it.

If someone ever makes a comment about your appearance, she's quick to jump in and shut them down.Clarisse is fiercely protective of you.

She loves planning late-night stargazing sessions because the lack of harsh sunlight makes you more comfortable. She won't admit it's for you, though; she just insists she likes the stars.

During capture the flag, she's always got your back. It's like having your own personal bodyguard, and she'd get all defensive if anyone even looks at you funny.

When it's super sunny, and you can't avoid being outside, she'll grumble but end up walking with you to keep you her shadow.

If someone asks about your haie,eyes or skin or anything else, she's quick to snap at them, shutting down any insensitive comments. She doesn't tolerate anyone messing with you if it's not her - and she never even means the half-assed jokes she makes half of the time.

She's not the biggest fan of PDA, but she'll subtly hold your hand or wrap her arm around you when she thinks no one is looking.

If someone challenges her or disrespects you, Clarisse is ready to throw down. She's not afraid to assert herself,proving she's got your back.

On the rare occasions when you catch her being extra sweet,she brushes it off like it's nothing. But you can see it in her eyes - she's head over heels for you,even if she won't say it out loud.

A/N:I'll probably make a fic like this soon instead of hc's.I just gotta get an idea on what to write tbh.

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mediumgayitalian · 1 month

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“Hm,” Piper says, fingers steepled. She looks very intently at the air in front of her. “Hm.”

Nico scowls impatiently. “Feel free to be helpful at any given time. Now, even, if you’re so inclined.”

“Have you considered that the reason you’re so infatuated with Will is because you may be blessed by Apollo?”

“I’m infatuated with Will because he is the physical manifestation of everything I value in a person,” Nico says automatically. Then he frowns, processing the rest of Piper’s sentence. “Wait, what?”

Nico understands his error as the grin on her face stretches into something truly grotesque. “I was going to make a joke about your drama levels, but thank you for that. I’m really looking forward to telling several dozen people and delighting in the knowledge that you’re going to curl up into a bundle of humiliation under your bunk tonight as you think about it.”

Instead of answering, Nico decides to walk away. Since there is so much blood concentrated in his skull, resting mostly around his face region, he takes two steps and begins to pass out, but luckily Piper has followed him and impedes a head injury by gripping his arm and merrily forcing him forward.

“So,” she says, steering them towards the amphitheatre, “what’s Plan B?”

“Bold of you to assume there was a Plan A.”

“You like Sunny Boy way too much to walk in there blind.”

“…Touché.”

She’s smug enough to be silent, slinging an arm over Nico’s shoulders as they walk. The closer they get, the harder Nico is forced to grapple with just how godsdamn much he’s softened. I want you to be happy, Father had said. Camp will be good for you, Chiron had agreed. You’re a little twit and need socializing, Mr. D had snipped.

Nico needs a better father figure. He wonders if Paul Blofis’ offer is still open.

The amphitheater is not, of course, empty when they arrive, because Nico knows the Fates personally and each of them despises him. The actual training part is empty — unsurprising — but the stands are moderately filled, with people gossiping, braiding hair, and if Nico is not mistaken, a small, pop-up nail painting salon. Mitchel lifts a purple-smeared hand in an absentminded wave as they step onto the packed dirt.

Nico ducks under Piper’s arm, turning to face her. “I need to fight you,” he informs her. “For my own personal pride.”

She nods thoughtfully. “It does indeed need restoring.” He curved, icy blade gleams in the early afternoon sun, mirroring her dangerous smile. “Square up.”

Since honour is for nerds, Nico doesn’t bother waiting. He simply attacks, lunging for the left side Piper always leaves open. Unfortunately for him, her recent meddling in his love life means her mother has blessed her with a little sprinkling of extra verve, and she dodges easily and cheerfully.

He sends a glum mental prayer down to his father.

Anytime you’re feeling generous, Pop, he grumbles, I would love a boost.

There’s an actual rumble to the ground, as his father laughs at him.

“Real kind,” he says out loud. “Dick.”

“I wonder if you would have more success in the wooing department if you had conversations outside of your own head,” Piper says sweetly. She spins her sword in a neat little circle by his face. “All bay brooding makes you look so…broody.”

Nico scoffs at her. “Will seems to like my broodiness. For some reason. So there.”

“And yet…” She trails off, shooting him a teasing look. Nico is unfortunately very easy to tease (thanks, Bianca) (and for that measure thanks, Hazel) (Reyna too, probably) (and honestly Annabeth) (gods, and Percy) (don’t even get him started on Leo) (really, it would be more prudent to name the people who do not take sick pleasure in driving him up the wall) and as such succumbs easily to her tormenting, taking a hard hit to the side when he’s too keyed up to avoid her spinning slash.

“Note to self, don’t let the monsters know about big embarrassing crushes,” she muses. “They make Nico sloppy and will get him killed in battle.”

She mimes writing something down. This, thankfully, leaves her distracted enough that Nico gets his sword levered against hers, twisting until she’s disarmed. She lifts both hands up in surrender when he points a sword at her throat, but remains entirely unaffected by his glare.

“Pride re-instated?” she asks.

Nico huffs. “No.”

…Yes.

“You’re such a grouch,” she says fondly. She tries to ruffle his hair and is forcibly stopped by his jab to her ribs. Unfortunately, Piper McLean takes no shit sitting down, and in a minute they’re on the floor, getting caked in dust, trying to see who can leave the most bruises on the other. Nico would wager that they’re just about tied.

“You have a list,” Piper grunts, muffled as she bites his bicep. He shouts, wrenching his arm away — she is pointy. “I have no idea what you’re all mopey about.”

He digs his knee into the small of her back. “I gave him flowers! He made a poultice out of them!”

“Technically, you made the poultice.”

He elbows her in the stomach. She shrieks and jabs her knuckles right under his eye.

“You’re so annoying!”

“Ugh!”

Every part of Nico’s body aches. So badly. He’s not sure which one of them won their brawl, if either, but he knows for sure that he is actively turning purple. He feels like the first time his nonna gave him a hammer and a piece of cutlet — he was maybe five years old — and told him to flatten it. (He remembers, now, the look on her face as she wiped pulverized chicken flesh from her eye. Oops.)

“Go to Will and get healed up?”

Nico huffs a laugh, immediately wincing at the strain on his tender ribs.

“Yep. Let’s go.”

The walk is miserable and bruised. And slow, since both of them are limping. Several campers walk by snickering, since apparently Saving The Entire Damn World, For Real And Actually, You Ungrateful Brat, Should I Just Destroy It Again Then earns you no permanent respect.

It’s not too bad, though. Nico would rather chomp on concrete than admit it out loud, but Piper isn’t horrible company, and she hums when she walks. Bianca did the same thing. For once, it’s a pleasant reminder, although he does wonder if Nico will ever be able to look at the women in his life and not think of her.

(In all honesty, probably not. He sees her in the clouds, in the gnarled bark of the trees; feels her in the warmth of the sun; hears her in every snorting laugh. He likes to imagine how much she would love these women, though. If she were alive they would be her friends first. He knows she was happy with the Hunters, however briefly. He thinks he can maybe forgive himself if he thinks of her without weeping.)

“Least it doesn’t look too busy today,” Piper comments. She purses her lips at the Big House, which for once seems quiet. Perhaps Will made good on his threats and finally dosed the Hermes’ table breakfast spread with Benadryl. Nico would be proud. He deserves a day of peace.

“Great. That means we get the full force of Will’s bitching on us alone.”

Piper scoffs. “Please. You like it when he yells at you.”

Nico almost kills her for real. By the time she manages to kick him off of her, still snickering to herself, they both have a new layer of bruises on top of the old ones.

“Gods, di Angelo, you make it so easy —”

“Shut up,” he says hotly. “You are literally the most annoying person in this stupid camp.”

She sticks her tongue out at him. He scowls, kicking a rock to avoid kicking her and setting both of them off again. It rolls over the grass, pinging off the side of one of the many braziers and rolling finally to a stop back at his feet. In its new position, it perfectly catches the brightly shining sun, refracting the light in a dandelion-esque burst.

“Huh,” he murmurs.

Wincing at his stiff joints, he crouches, vaguely registering Piper pausing somewhere to the left of him. He scoops the little thing up, bringing it close to his face to inspect.

It’s roughly cut, so it’s not anyone’s jewel or anything. Some of the pieces are textured with tiny little divots, like a regular stone, but some are straight and flat and catch the light. Some kind of crystal, then. It’s dense, about the size of a walnut, and shaped kind of like a brain. It is a very familiar shade of blue.

“Holt Hades, you are sappy.”

Nico flushes, shoving the rock into his pocket. “Nobody asked you, Piper.”

“I asked me! I am always asking me.” She jogs to keep up with his suddenly speedy strides, gripping onto the elbow of his shirt when he tries to move faster. “Is this Plan B? Little gifts.”

“It’s a rock,” he says shortly.

“Diamonds are rocks.”

“I didn’t get him a diamond.” He pauses. “Should I get him a diamond?”

She shrugs. “I dunno. I’m not the one in love with him.”

“Who said anything about —”

“Nico! Piper! Hey!”

“Notice who he called first,” she whispers, right in his ear. She grins over at Will before he can say anything. Or curse her. “Hey, Will! How are you?”

It is unfair for a person to look good in mint scrubs. They don’t even suit him, not really, but he still looks — well, he’s beautiful. His hair is poofier than usual and sticks out like he stuck his finger in a socket, and his beam is so bright Nico has to genuinely squint to look at him, and how is it, honestly, that his freckles look like dappled sunlight? That’s not normal.

“I’m okay.” He waves them inside, not bother to close the door behind them — it’s nice out, and Nico knows he prefers the breeze and sun. “Bored.”

“Not enough ocular surgery to perform?”

Will’s grin turns wry. “Nope.” He reaches out to brush his thumb across Nico’s eye scar. He freezes, holding his breath, hyperaware of those callused fingers as they approach the ever-warming skin of his face, heart galloping in his chest. As soon as Will makes contact — because of course the touch was to get his vitals, c’mon, Nico, head in the game — he frowns.

“Why are so many of your capillaries burst?”

Piper smiles guiltily, holding up a hand.

“I beat him up.”

“Wha — you did not!” He turns to Will, indignant. “We beat each other up! She’s lying!”

Will sighs. He glares at them both for a full forty seconds, then turns his face up to the heavens, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like I do not deserve to be surrounded by this kind of dumbassery. Send lightning through the sky if I should let them suffer.

Nico waits. No lightning comes forth.

Will sighs. “Cot, let’s go, y’all know the drill.”

Piper mouths y’all as she sits down. Nico mouths eat dirt back at her.

“Now, I could hum sum’n and —”

“Sum’n,” Piper whispers delightedly. Nico ignores her.

“— get y’all fixed up good, but y’all’ve pissed me off good —”

Nico takes the initiative to pillow-smack Piper in the face while Will’s back is turned. Luckily, it muffles her shriek.

“— so I’m not gonna do all that.” He closes the cupboard with his hip, hands full of vials. “Ain’t even gonna waste ambrosia on y’all, honestly. Y’get some bruise ointment and a Tylenol ‘cause I know y’all were up to shenanigans.”

He puts a lot of emphasis on ‘nan’. Nico knows he is trying very hard to be stern, but he is in fact very cute, and Nico is putting a lot of his brainpower towards memorizing the specific wrinkle pattern that Will’s nose gets when he’s annoyed. If he says that Will looks like a bunny he might actually get shot, no matter how much Will allegedly seems to like him, so he manages to choke down the sentiment. But it is indeed there.

“— and take it easy, y’hear? Bruises don’t heal in a day.”

Gods, his eyes are really, really pretty. He’s almost tired of thinking it, but they match the sky exactly, all the time. Poets write about sparkling eyes and pretty faces all the time, but all of them can choke because all of them are liars. Will Solace has the prettiest eyes of anyone who has ever lived. They are indeed the windows to the soul, and his soul is just —

“This is for you,” Nico blurts. Essentially acting on its own, his hand slips in his pocket and draws out the blue stone, holding it out. “Um. I saw it and —” He glances at Piper, panicked, and she kicks him in encouragement. “Thought of you. So.”

Will stares at the stone for a moment. Nico sweats.

“Nico di Angelo,” he chides, hands on his hips. The panicked look he flits in Piper’s direction grows tenfold. He is not at all comforted by the grimace she sends back. “Do you think I’m so corrupt as to accept a bribe?”

“Um.” Nico hesitates. Piper smacks her face onto her hands, groaning. “That’s not what I —”

“Well, you would be correct.” Quick as a bird, Will darts out and snatches the stone, sliding it into one of his many (many) shorts pockets, nodding in approval. “I don’t have any aventurine. I’ve been looking for it. Good bribe.”

He sets down the ointment and Tylenol, gesturing for Nico to hold out his hands. Nico sighs, then complies.

“I mean, he didn’t destroy it, this time,” Piper whispers as he begins to sing, enveloping Nico’s body in a warm, golden glow. “So…progress?”

“Progress,” Nico agrees. He glances over at Will, eyes squeezed shut in focus, and rolls his eyes fondly. “Who knew it would be so hard to convince someone who already likes me to go out with me.”

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aspoetssay · 1 year

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sunny's thoughts:

ghost admiring his marks in the mirror, nsfw 18+

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x f!reader

The scars on his body carried so much pain that he tried to bury them aside—the nightmares reminded him of every one of them, but that didn’t matter. Not when he was admiring the fresh red marks moving all the way down from his shoulders.

Crescent marks were left on his shoulder blades - a reminder of the pain that felt too good—he gulped. It wasn’t enough - he wanted to see his whole back. Taking a small mirror from the counter he placed it behind him, turning it so he could view through it the crimson on his back.

Fuck—they were so beautiful.

“Eyes on me, doll, come on,” he slightly tapped your cheeks as your eyes were focused on the swinging of his dog tags. Eyes slightly crossing, the little furrow between your eyebrows and your mouth, just slightly agape, showed how scrambled your brain already was.

Your legs positioned at the sides of your head, knees to your chest as he was pounding his cock into you so deliciously, making you slowly drift away from reality and think about him. The way your spongy walls were pulsating against him, trying to push him out—too much too much too much—on the edge of your fourth orgasm you were going to crumble completely.

But he didn’t intend to stop. With a sharp trust, you could feel the way the tip of his cock was bullying your cervix. The pain was burning, but good, too good—you couldn’t even think about it. Your eyes finally raised, meeting his eyes and he couldn’t help, but chuckle mockingly.

The wide, teary eyes of yours were showing how fragile you were. It was almost silly that he was barely done with you and you were already overstimulated. It turned him even more on, that was fucked up of him, he knew that, but when you looked at him like that—

“Atta girl.” He praised, meeting your frantic nodding as you sucked his praises into yourself as a sponge. Completely under his control. He could have you undone with just his voice.

The grip on your thighs only tightened—he’ll leave marks and he’ll kiss them every day after. His thrusts quickened—moans got stuck in the back of your throat, the sounds of his pelvis snapping against yours - wet and sinful - it was too much. Your hands gripped his biceps, moving forwards, wrapping your hands around him and digging your nails into his skin, moving them down—

The memory of the previous night made him lick his lips slightly—you marked him so beautifully. At the corner of his eye, he was forced to turn his stare from his marks to the doorway, where you stood, leaning to the wall.

In his shirt—so fucking pretty. You had a bit of trouble walking this day and any type of clothing seemed to piss you off when you were that sore, so his shirt was like a haven, much to your and his pleasure.

And if he wasn’t a sight to see—that man was pure muscle and scars. Body trained to be a soldier and it was visible. His beauty put Michelangelo’s David into deep deep shame and you felt so smug to be the one to get lost in his soul and beauty alone.

“I’m sorry, love, was I too rough?” You mockingly asked the same phrase he always asked you after sex. The man chuckled, leaning slightly back on the counter of the sink, eyeing you up and down.

His marks were nothing compared with what he left on you.

“Got the tongue right there for someone who couldn’t stand up this morning.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and moved to stand in front of him. His calm gaze looked at you, his hands already on your body, pulling you even closer.

Your eyes moved to the fresh marks on his biceps and a few hickeys and bite marks along his collarbone. He really let you mark him however you wished while he fucked you into oblivion.

Gently touching the hickey you left at the nape of his neck, you noticed the way his skin gently shivered, making you smile a bit. You took the chance and gently, with a feather-like touch you moved down his chest, down to his toned stomach and even lower—

Sucking in a breath, he mumbled: “Wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Innocently you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He could see right through you, but he couldn’t resist you. “M’just admiring you.”

Hooking your fingers at the edge his sweats, you pulled him closer into a kiss—lazy and slow. He responded eagerly, pulling you closer, but moving slightly with you out of the bathroom. His tongue swirled around your lips, humming into the kiss:

“I’ll be gentle—promise,” he mumbled into your mouth, his lips already moving down to your chin, leaving wet kisses.

“I’ll worship you,” he whispered, kissing the hickey on your neck from the last night as if he tried to reason with you to go down on you. As if you could say no—you wanted him so much even if your whole body couldn’t handle anymore.

Wrapping your hands around him, you let out a breathy moan, feeling the muscles flex underneath your touch. “Keep up to your word now, will you?”

The grin on his face—so fucking wicked and sinful made you feel as if you were with the devil himself. But as if you should care—not when his words made you melt into a puddle.

“That’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

#sunnywrites!#sunnysthoughts!#call of duty #call of duty imagine #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost mw2 #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley smut

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peachdues · 7 months

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Heartbalm

Rengoku x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)

A snippet from the promised Kyojuro smut that’s going to be like a franken-request fulfillment from multiple people.

Hope this gets y’all ✨excited✨ for some angsty/horny/protective Kyo!

“Get your fucking hands off of her.”

Wide-eyed, you looked to see Kyojuro’s considerable fist wrapped tightly around your ex’s forearm, its considerable size making the limb beneath look like a mere twig. Kyojuro’s eyes, normally so inviting and open, had gone hard and black, his jaw stiff with his ire.

Though the cold rage contorting your best friend’s face was not directed at you, its sudden manifestation from your otherwise sunny, warm, and gentle best friend made you recoil.

“Kyo,” you started, voice low in warning as your eyes darted between lethal anger simmering on his face and the infuriatingly smug look on your ex’s, as he smirked at the burly blonde.

“I don’t think this concerns you, Rengoku,” your former boyfriend simpered, a challenge lighting his eyes, as he jerked his chin towards you. “This is between me and her, pure and simple.”

Desperately, you glanced around the room hoping to find any of your other friends who could step in, who could intervene before things turned ugly. Mercifully, you locked eyes with Tengen, who was on the other side of the pool, grabbing another another drink. Eyes wide, you looked back and forth between Kyojuro and him, hoping that he understood your silent plea.

A curt nod from your friend communicated he had, and Tengen quickly began pushing through the throng of people who had started to coalesce around the edge of the pool as they watched the pair of men engaged in a stare-off beside you.

Kyojuro raised his head slightly, looking down upon the man you used to claim to love in disgust. “And yet she told you to leave her alone. Are we having listening problems?”

A sardonic smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps I can help you with that.”

Your ex’s eyes cut back to you, a sneer curling his lip. “Figures,” he spat, his tone full of acid. “Not even a month broken up and you’ve already spread your legs for him like a fuckin’ whore.”

There was a collective intake of breath from the surrounding spectators and Kyojuro stepped closer to your seething ex, their noses nearly touching as he held his stare.

“Say it again,” Kyojuro said quietly, all traces of that mocking smirk long-gone, replaced only by a malicious glint in his eyes that promised violence so swift, it had your hand jumping to grip his arm in warning. “Go on.”

Your weak tugs at Kyojuro’s bicep did little to divert his attention. For one, terrifying moment, you feared that blows were imminent, until a painted hand shoved between the two men, pushing Kyojuro back by his chest.

Tengen.

“As much as I hate to break up the fun, I’m sure you don’t want the entire school witnessing you getting your face pounded in,” The silver-haired senior said coolly.

Kyojuro allowed himself to be pushed back by his friend, though he refused to break the tense stare he held with the man he’d marked as his opponent. “We can work this out anytime, it doesn’t have to be here,” he taunted with a jeering smirk. “But stay the fuck away from her.”

dw he’s gonna find a nice outlet for all that aggression (it’s you)

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sunnitheapollokid · 26 days

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🌻┊ ⊹ •*⁀➷ LEO’S SUNSHINE

leo valdez x daughter of apollo oneshot / blurb!

📬 sunni’s notes : okay but like. if esperanza was still alive she would absolutely adore leo’s s/o. i feel like she’d be one of those mother-in-laws where if leo fucked up and you two would argue, she’d ask leo a “what’d you do this time?” question. — also, thank you so much for the love on strawberries ‘nd allergies!!! kisses! okay i’ll stop talking now

🎨 warnings : ESPERANZA MENTION!!! (dont cry guys)

“mi vida, you’ll look beautiful in anything.” he spoke, letting his body lean against the door frame of her bedroom. his voice completely passed through her ears like it was nothing, “oh but leo! this is the first time i’m meeting them!”

she groaned, throwing clothes in the air in hopes to find her missing earring, sending the apollo cabin in a mess. not like it already wasn’t that much of a mess with the music sheets and the dried up paint on the floor. “jeez — where’s my earring?!” she yelled. the curly-head let out a laugh watching her panic in a hurry.

leo wore a white button up and just some regular black pants for the formal gathering. (name) was still in her pajamas. it was a little strange to (name) to find leo in clean clothes, and not the ones that are covered in grease.

“oh. i got it.” he snapped his fingers, like a light bulb had lighten up above him. “my earring?!” she exclaimed with a smile. “no girasol, what you’re going to wear.” he walked towards her and pinched her nose.

—

they walked together to cabin nine, (name) now out of her pajamas and in her camp clothes — the regular orange shirt and her brown khaki shorts.

leo opened the door to the cabin, his siblings cooing at his neat attire. “yeah you guys like?” he asked with a smug smile, turning to show the back, slapping his own ass.

the cabin echoed with laughter, (name) chuckled, rolling her eyes. “hey (name).” they greeted, once the [short/long] haired came into the frame. “hi guys!!” she smiled. leo pulled her into his corner of the cabin, “close your eyes sunshine.”

(name) obliged, closing her eyes, her hand still in his. leo’s hands were warm, but surprisingly, being the daughter of the god of the sun, her hands were unusually really cold. it was the perfect pair.

leo opened his closet with the other hand, “open them.” he spoke softly. (name) opened her eyes to see leo hold up a long yellow strapless dress, hemmed at the bottom were sunflowers. “leo..” she breathed, speechless.

“how—?” she asked. leo smiled, “my mom.. tailored for a bit. she didn’t use her hands for just mechanics.” leo’s mom was a hard subject for him, but (name) had told him he never had to talk about it. but if he ever needed to, she was there for him.

though, based on the short stories he’d tell her about his mom, she was a kind soul, as much of a great builder she was. and of course, an amazing mom over all.

“she told me she had a vision in a dream about a girl. a girl that illuminated sunshine, who would you know.. love me.” he handed her the dress, kissing her forehead softly. she averted her gaze to leo’s eyes. she could feel the tears swell up.

she took the dress, it was incredibly soft. on the side, was a white tag. written there were esperanza valdez’ words.

“for my leo’s sunshine.” with a yellow heart beside it. her breath hitched, leo embraced her. his button up getting all wet from the girl’s tears. “it’s beautiful leo.” she whispered. “a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl, no?” he pulled away, his hands glued to her hips.

they shared a laugh. “OH HEY IT’S YOUR EARRING!” leo yelled, picking up the earring from his bed. “how did that get there?” she asked. “oh, you see that piece, it broke off so i fixed it in secret. i totally forgot.” guess leo’s adhd had gotten the best of him yet again.

“oh leo..”

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡#sunni does not sleep #gonna cry we needed leo to have his mom #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #we lub u leo #pjoverse

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