#thank you so much this is such a sweet picture!!!! excuse me while i stare at this for a week

[opluffys]

Hey ! I love your stuff ! What a bout a pov when Ghost does spicy things whit the fem reader , but she is pregnant ! Xoxo

hi thank you so much!!! <3 very very sorry for answering this so late!! i just saw it now :( but i hope that you like it and that i wrote what you had in mind :) <3

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-nsfw/smut-

ghost has gotten lucky enough to be home with you for the last stretch of your pregnancy. he wanted to be there for you to ensure that you didn't have to lift a finger. there were many times where you had to wake him in the dead of the night, just to shyly ask him to run to the store for your off the wall cravings.

but ghost would always make sure that you were satisfied, gently pushing his fingers inside your wet pussy when you grew needy. or he’d lower himself to his knees and eating at you like a man starved. but he hasn't been overly intimate with you in a while, ever since you started getting later and later into your pregnancy. truth be told, ghost didn't want to hurt you, he would never forgive himself, especially if it was for something as superficial as his own pleasure. as long as you’re appeased, he’s happy.

right now, you're standing in front of your mirror, changing into your nightclothes. ghost silently watches as you do your little routine that takes longer and longer each day- it's the only thing he's not allowed to help you with. he's downright staring at you, that ethereal glow that usually surrounds you has increased tenfold.

and he can't take it anymore.

he hasn't been able to for the last couple of weeks, either. he excuses himself to your shared restroom, not missing your concerned glance towards him. he quickly locks the door behind him and stares at his own reflection. he runs a hand over his face, tired and rugged, so undoubtedly him.

he can feel how strained his pants are, lowering them just enough so his cock hits his abdomen. he braces a single hand on the porcelain sink, wrapping his hand around his painfully hard length. he stifles a groan, gradually beginning to set a slow pace.

and oh, ghost wishes that it was you. picturing your pretty face and familiar facial expressions as he drives his cock deep into you. he can practically feel your nails digging into the muscle of his back, creating deep crescent marks that fade away with time.

his head tips back as he swipes a thumb over his tip, pre-cum spilling forth. he's unable to contain the low groan that leaves him, pure euphoria shooting through his veins.

it's short lived as he hears a knock at the door.

"simon?" your light voice reaches his ears, sounding concerned, "you okay..?"

he hesitates before answering, not making a move to open the door. a slight sense of shame fills him as he makes eye contact with that glittering band on his ring finger.

"yeah, s'alright love."

you can tell he's lying.

"can you open the door for me?"

he can't tell you no, can he?

ghost quickly makes himself look decent before opening the door, allowing you to look at him. your eyes trail lower before returning back up into his honey and clouded eyes. and he damns your intuition, because he’s sure you knew what he was doing.

“wanna help you, simon.” your hand gently brushes against the noticeable bulge in his pants. he doesn’t know what kind of hold you have over him, but that small and singular touch from you has him reeling.

“don’t-“ he lets out a shaky breath at feeling you continue, “don’t wanna hurt you, sweet girl.”

he hears you laugh, such an addicting sound that graces his ears and repeats in his head. your hand laces with his and you lead him back to the bedroom, sitting him down on the large bed.

“you’ve been gentle before.” you take a seat atop his thighs and not facing him, your clothed cunt rubbing against his cock. he instinctively places his hands on your hips, watching as you turn around to look down at him with a warm smile. your hand reaches down to push all of his necessary clothing out of the way.

your hips rise as you move your own undergarments to the side, raising yourself further to sink down his cock. it’s been a while since he’s stuffed you so full of him, a quiet whimper leaving you while he’s full on moaning your name.

“fuck, fuck you feel so fuckin’ good love.” he assists you ride him, lifting you as if you weigh absolutely nothing. his voice is strained, and you know he’s holding back just for you and your well-being. it makes your heart swell as you lace a hand with his, holding it tightly.

ghost stares, utterly mesmerised as he watches your smaller body accommodate him inside of you. he feels your cunt squeeze him tightly, your free hand curling into the sheets. your sounds start to grow as you fervently chase after your own bliss- ghost not at all minding and just glad that you were comfortable enough.

ghost is usually very good at hiding his own sounds, normally quiet so he can hear you instead. but when you just feel so phenomenal around him, so snug, warm and tight around his cock- he can’t form a single coherent thought in his mind. his moans are low and guttural, muttering praises to you with every breath he can draw. it makes your head swim, not accustomed to seeing him like this, so desperate and overly infatuated with you.

but you can definitely get used to it.

#fanfic #smut #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod smut #cod x reader #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #fem reader

[acciocriativity]

DIFFERENT AS BLACK AND WHITE - JYH (FROM THE 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT)

(Pictures are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Requested from anon

Thank you so much for the request 💕 This was so much fun to write, but damn it took me so long and I'm so sorry! I tried my best to make this bold cat black reader, but you guys let me know your thoughts!

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You couldn’t blame the shock on anyone’s face whenever you and Yunho went out together in a friendly manner, even though it pains you to say it out loud. But it doesn’t mean it wasn’t annoying to notice it for the 150th time, someone whispering about the two of you behind your back in a restaurant nearby your office.

You took another deep breath as you played with the chains of your bag on your lap, a simple way to relieve stress that Yunho wouldn’t notice and wouldn’t ask about it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, you noticed his beautiful smile turn into a slight frown. “You’re pouting”.

There’s no way in hell that you are pouting, so you could only look at Yunho with the utmost outraged expression you could muster, but these days, it wasn’t much. That stupid motherfucker knows he makes you smile with a snap of his fingers.

“I’m not”.

“Oh really? So you are not looking like a pouty puppy right now for a reason you don’t want to tell me”.

“I’ll let slide the fact that you just called me puppy, what do you want to order?”, you held up the menu as you tried your hardest to keep yourself together.

He always knows somehow, but never pushes you more than you want to tell him. In his mind, someday you would open up to it, but that’s where he is wrong. You rather die than let your secret off your heart.

“You’re doing that again”, Yunho whined as he pushed the menu in your hands down.

You were surprised just as much as he was. That wasn’t thought through at all. Now, he was the one pouting, and you didn’t want anything else besides kissing it away, but you couldn’t, could you? You were paralyzed by the scene in front of you.

Yunho was mesmerizing without knowing. The way his blonde hair moved ever so slightly by the slow wind coming from the nearby windows, how his eyes would become little lines when he laughed and his ears would turn red as he lowered his head anytime you complement him.

He was so beautiful, and you were so frustrated that he would never think the same of you.

“Excuse me”, that same sweet voice that whispered how cute Yunho was behind you, sounded confident now. She stood beside your table, a nice smile on her face as she focused solely on him.

Fuck me, why does she have to be soo his type too?

Her good girl style matched perfectly with his husband material style. The epitome of the perfect girl for Yunho, which you always knew it wasn’t you. Sometimes you wondered if you just changed a little… then you remembered who you are and how you’d never do that, not even for him.

You wanted to throw yourself off the window as Yunho gave her a perfect polite smile, which was what a nice reasonable person would do, but you stopped caring about reasonable for a long time.

“I was just wondering… are you two on a date right now?”, she barely looked at you while saying that. “I don’t want to bother, if you are”.

“Yes, we are, so you can go back to whisper behind our back”.

It was a tough competition between who was more surprised, Yunho or the girl, yet you remained as calm and collected as you were, staring straight at her. Her smile fell so fast, her demeanor changing as quick as her confidence left her body.

It was a pleasing sight to watch, you couldn’t lie to yourself. Maybe if she wasn’t as dismissive of you, you could feel empathy and regret, but that was far from the case.

Yunho held in the waves of emotions going through him as the girl focused back on him, to confirm what you just said, in hopes maybe he would like her more somehow.

“I think your friends are calling for you”, Yunho said as he looked from the girl to the others behind your table.

She didn’t need another sign to excuse herself.

Yunho never stared at you with this much intensity, he wasn’t smiling. Your own confidence and poker face begin to slip up as you waited for him to say something, anything, even laugh at the scene that just unfolded.

Even if everything goes down hill with Yunho now, she also doesn’t get to be with him.

It’s a selfish thought, but it’s one that brings a tiny bit of comfort to your heart as you heard them all leave the restaurant.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His question made you want to scream. There was so much you never said, so much you didn’t want to say still, what does he know now? That you’re jealous of him? That you like him? That maybe you’ve been into him for some time? Then he doesn’t know anything at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me that people whispering about us bothered you?”

He wasn’t asking the right question and he knew it. But now you know that he heard it too, that he notices every time it happened too, and still never said anything about it.

Your eyes fell to the menu in your hands. You could barely think, but he was waiting for a real answer.

“It doesn’t”, you heard the scoff leaving his mouth. “It didn’t-”, you correct yourself. “It didn’t, but these people need a lesson to mind their own business, don’t you think?”, you looked up at him again, the walls around you raising again.

“I do”, he leaned on the chair, a smirk growing on his face. “So, we’re dating now?”

“Fine, tease me about this as much as you want”, you smiled to yourself, not a happy one, no, but a content enough smile. “It must be fun for you to have that much attention”, you didn’t want to sound bitter, but you were.

“But I only want your attention”. He didn’t even hesitate to say that. His eyes looking for yours, but you still refused to look him in the eyes. “Hey-”, his hand grabbed yours and held it into his as you let go of the menu. “Don’t you believe me?”

He leaned in, his face tilted to the side as he watched your every move. You felt burning hot with all of his attention on you, specially like this, like your answer, like you, could make his night or ruin it.

“Of course I believe you, but that doesn’t make a difference at the end of the day be-”, you looked up at him.

“Because you act like you don’t like me even if you do”, he interrupted you.

You both went silent, trying to decipher each other’s reactions.

“You only figured that out now?”.

Once again, you caught him off guard. Yunho expected at least a shy smile from you, but he was the one blushing. The thought of you liking him for a long time made his heart flutter.

“Are you going to show me how much you like you me now?”, he wet his lips, catching your attention to it.

That shut you up, and he smiled wide, clearly satisfied with himself.

“Since when did you get that bold?”, you couldn’t resist the urge to smile yourself.

“Oh, you know perfectly who did this to me, don’t even pretend like it wasn’t you”.

You kept the act, even thought you knew it was true. You never let Yunho’s parents dream about it, but you were the bad influence between the two of you since you two met, all of those years ago.

Then, you gestured for him to come closer to you, and he did in such a naive innocence, that almost made you feel bad about the things you said next.

“What about we go to your house, so I show you all the things I still want to do to you, hm?”

You left the restaurant with a clearly embarrassed, distraught and hurried Yunho pulling you to his car. You both didn’t have much time of your lunch break, but that didn’t mean Yunho wouldn’t use every single second of it to his advantage.

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[takami-takami]

OMG Bet!! I have Keigo brainrot all the time! Thinking about Keigo flying around, patrolling, and you know hes out on the streets so you send him a *very* tasteful nude. He opens it, thinking nothing of it, his sweet partner wouldn't be *too* naughty, right? But he quickly fumbles his phone and shoves it in his pocket. He can feel himself getting hard so he takes one more picture with a fan, making up an excuse that he needs to leave while he flies to the closest rooftop, ripping his phone out of his pocket to look at your picture again. He's barely landed before hes pulling his cock out and fisting himself, leaning against the rooftop access door, praying no one catches him.

Damn it, God damn it—

Still managing to employ that graceful elegance, Keigo avoids a tumble as his wings flap and drop him off atop the highest skyscraper he can find. Away from prying eyes, this moment is just for him.

Confident from several scouting feathers sent their way, his wings don't detect a single soul for a considerable radius; and thank God for that, because his dick is pulled free in his hand before his foot can reach the concrete of the rooftop.

He has half a mind to throw his phone in utter sexual frustration; but the rational part of his brain reminds him that the source of both his anguish and salvation lies awaiting behind that screen.

Eyes trained down on his phone, he makes the mindless walk toward the rooftop door, a single feather lodging itself between the steel to keep it locked before he dares to lean his shoulders against it.

Blessing his screen is an album of treasures. Tasteful, dimly lit photos of you in his favorite lingerie set, a video depicting you teasing yourself with the feather he leaves behind with you; and, intent on striking daggers to each of his weakpoints, his headphones begin to play an audio sent that very moment.

You're touching yourself right now. Without him. And that thought just makes him want to...

He groans as his fist begins to stroke from base to tip. Slowly, his back slides down, down vertically against the smooth steel of the access door.

The sounds ringing in his ears are pornographic, he laments. They trickle down his eardrums like water droplets, a faucet slowly quenching the thirst that you conjure. You're both the poison afflicting him and the antidote he gulps down, chasing that release so he won't have to fly around his Sunday afternoon patrol with a goddamn hard on that would surely cause some passerby to faint.

"You're so mean to me :(" he types quickly with his free hand, biting back whimpers that rival the sounds in his ears.

He swipes his thumb along the pre leaking from his slit, a hiss slipping through gnashed teeth when the string sticks as he pulls his thumb away. The second he grips the length again, his hips move on their own accord, dragging out every drop of pleasure from his fist, caught in a near-unbearable, throbbing ache.

His eyes would no doubt be screwed shut, if the logical part of his brain were not whispering temptations to finish to the sight of you.

"Hah," he breathes in a gasp. Thick fingers tighten in his grip to squeeze and massage the head, now slick with his own arousal.

A thumb swipes left, left on his phone screen, shaky, until he reaches his goal of your bare chest.

Keigo huffs a pitiful whine. That should be in his mouth right now, thank you very much.

He can feel the edge creeping close when his thighs begin to clench, the bottom of his boots sliding and kicking against the floor with his writhing. It's the phantom feel of your pebbled peaks against his tongue, conjured by the depths of a vivid imagination, that sends him crashing over the edge.

His cock twitches and twitches without his permission, even after he yanks his hand away to get a better view and watch. Streams shoot in ropes from the tip, dripping down the base and over his stomach while he pants and stares down helplessly.

He's still hard.

Thoughts continue to plague his afflicted mind, his thighs still trembling with aftershocks. The audio of your moans is still playing through his godforsaken headphones.

Fuck it, he grits his teeth, dominant hand darting back down to try and milk himself through yet another orgasm.

Sensitive—

He strokes up and down with a twist of his fist regardless, ignoring the overstimulated scream of his nerves. Instead, his focus lies entirely within the thrums of pleasure, the devil on his shoulder instructing him to empty himself raw while the wind musses his hair on this rooftop.

"You're close, aren't you?"

Keigo stutters on the intake of his breath. His spine stiffens as the clip takes a drastic turn. Squeezing the base of his cock with one hand, he muffles his breathing with the other, dropping his phone with a clatter.

No longer does the clip play your pitched moans, no longer can he hear the wet sounds of your arousal. Instead, all he can hear dragging him deeper down is your sultry voice, instructing him on what to do.

"Hands off your mouth. I want you to use both hands to stroke for me. Okay, pretty bird?"

With a shaky nod, he obliges on instinct. The wet, shlick sounds ring from his cock with each squeezing stroke, milking him closer and closer to the precipice.

Dear God, that feels good, he thinks, utterly overwhelmed. The wicked laughter in his ears sends jolts of electricity toward his core, spurring his movements faster, faster.

"That's a good boy. You just can't help yourself, can you? Oh no, no, no... Sweet thing," the voice croons, condescending in his ears.

Keigo can't stop the keen from bubbling in his throat if he tried. His hands are a blur, the back of his head thudding once against the cold steel behind him; a reminder of exactly where he is, exactly what he's doing.

He wants to cum, he needs to, he can't hold for one more—

"Cum for me."

The second those words reach him, his whiny voice cries out in agonized pleasure, squirming and gasping for air with each drip of his cum down his twitching length.

"That's my good boy."

Leaving him panting and spent alone, the audio ends with a click.

#sorry for the misinformation. he's ambidextrous :( #mini ask event #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #🖋 writing #🌶 spice #bnha x reader #mha thirst #bnha thirst #smut #mha x reader

[lowkeyremi]

mayaaaaa !! so your aot fluff just sent my soul back to my levi fanfic phase 😭😭 can you please please write more of levi with his younger lover ??? i need to know all about it !!! how do they cuddle? how did they get together? what’s he like in public with them????

love you lots <33

OFC!! This is such a cute concept i'm excited to write this >:3 AND ILY TOO <333

It's not required but if you haven't read the first part you might wanna do that :)

CW: None, just fluff

First encounter:

The two of you met when he was on a business trip. You and your friends were shopping for new clothes and he was at the store for a new tie, because according to his boss, "you wear that same tie all the time, Ackerman. This meeting is really important so try to look nice."

When you saw him it was game over. Funny thing is you didn't even try to hide it either, your eyes widened, your jaw was on the floor, and everything.

"That guy is so hot! You should talk to him." Your friend squeals.

"No way in hell, he's probably married! That'd be so weird." You argue in return. Your friend didn't give up though.

"Excuse me, sir! If you're looking for a tie my friend can help you look for one! She used to work in retail." Her voice is sweet when talking to him. If that super hot guy hadn't been right there you would have smacked her.

He didn't say anything at first, he looked you up and down. "He's checking you out!" She whisper-yelled. You elbowed her in the rib.

"I have a suit that looks like- you know what let me just look for a picture." He says, and what the hell... his voice is like silk.

You walk over to him. "Here it is." The suit is a dark gray, with a white undershirt. Your eyes scan his phone, it's an older outdated model and you can't help but giggle.

"Is gray a bad color for me?" He asks, with sarcasm.

"No no! It's just.. what model is your phone? It looks old." His brows furrow as he inspects his phone.

"I don't know, I got it a long time ago." He says with a shrug, "It works just fine."

"Sorry sorry. What kind of tie do you have right now? If you have one." You say trying to be inclusive.

"The one I usually wear is black but this is a special occasion so I need something else." You hum lightly while looking around.

"Okay, I'm thinking blue. Specifically dark blue." He nods and you two look around for a dark blue tie without patterns because he's basic.

Out of the corner of your eye your friends are making smooching faces and other romantic gestures. You're going to end them later.

"I found one thanks for the help." He says.

"Of course!" Fuck, too happy?

He stares at you for a moment, and you stare back before looking away. You take a step back and clear your throat.

"C-can.. I get your number?" Your foot is tapping and you're looking everywhere except for at him.

"Yeah, sorry if my calls don't go through because of my crappy phone." He says with a small.. smile?

You stare for a second in silence.

"That was my attempt at making a joke, it was bad." He says with a sigh.

"Yeah... we're gonna need to work on that. What's your name Mr. Gloomy?" You hand over your phone, you have the dial screen open so he can put in his number.

"Levi Ackerman." That small smile returns.

"I'll see you around, Levi."

In public:

Turns out you were actually the one who wasn't big on telling people about you at first. Levi is proud of everything he does. In all honesty you were slightly embarrassed by having an older boyfriend.

"What if people think you're my sugar daddy or something?" You reason.

"I'm not that old." He rolls his eyes.

"Why does it matter what other people think of our relationship anyway? They're not dating you, I am." He explains. He makes it sound like common sense, which it is, but you still think it's a little awkward.

"I mean it doesn't matter too much but-"

"I respect your decision. I'm not huge on PDA but I'd at least like people close to me to know." He explains rubbing his hand up and down your thigh. You grab his hand (which happens to be very veiny and pretty) and kiss it.

"Thanks, Levi."

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When you did tell everyone... you were all over him. Levi was never big on PDA but he didn't mind giving you a little kiss or holding your hand.

The only time he's really touching you in public is one someone's hitting on you. Levi gets scared that you'll find someone younger than him.

-----

"Did you want to go out sometime?" Your new co-worker asks you. He doesn't know you have a boyfriend but you've been rejecting him all week.

You check your phone to see that Levi's just arrived. Your shift ended early today and he promised to come get you and take you out.

"Um no than-"

"Are you ready to go, baby?" Levi's voice is confident and smug. The guy looks over to Levi and then to you. His face flushes and he starts to stammer.

"U-uh sorry. I... I didn't know." Levi exhales as the guy walks away in a hurry.

"You should call me that more often." You chime in with a cheeky smirk.

"I do." He offers you his hand. When you take it, he leads the way to his black cadillac.

"I mean yeah! But not outside of the house."

"I'm working on it... baby."

Meeting the parents:

To your surprise they were very accepting of Levi.

"They've always been very childish. I'm so glad they found someone to keep them in shape." Your mother was embarrassing as always.

"Take care of them." Your father had said.

Levi nodded and they stood there awkwardly.

"Um dad! Levi works for a law firm! Isn't that something? You've always wanted me to get into law school, remember?" Your attempt to change the subject worked.

"I did, but you never wanted to. Always said "Dad! I don't wanna sit at a desk all day!" What law firm do you work for Levi?" It must be a parent's job to embarrass their child.

"Oh I work for..."

That convo went on forever.

-------

"Hello, Mrs. and Mr. Ackerman." Levi nodded, which motivated you to place down the bouquet of Mrs. Ackerman's favorite flowers on her gravestone.

"You guys seemed like great people from what Levi told me. I'm taking care of him, he's not a lonely loser anymore." Tears are welling up but nothing comes out, you smile softly.

"I was never a loser." His eye roll doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"If that's what makes you feel better, then okay. Anyway, I wish I could have had the chance to meet you guys. Mrs. Ackerman I can see why your husband married you. You were fine as hell. That must be where Levi gets it from." You rant with a little giggle.

"I look more like my father." He reminds you.

"Yeah yeah, this isn't about you. I'm trying to meet your parents." You wave him away and continue to talk to the Ackermans.

"I think they would have liked you, a little weirded out by you at first but in the end they would have loved you like you were their own." Two arms wrap around you and then those tears fall. Out of all your relationships none have ever made you feel this loved and wanted.

Chilling:

"Boop!" Levi almost bites your finger this time.

"Stop "booping" me. It's annoying." He's facing you while in bed, those dark, onyx eyes look into yours. God he's so beautiful.

"I'm bored, let's get up." That's probably the tenth time you've said that to him.

"We agreed on fifteen more minutes of cuddling." Levi is a cuddler. In previous relationships you've complained about not being cuddled enough.

Levi is all about physical affection inside of the household. You love it, but at times like right now, you just crave to move around.

He's peppering your face with kisses, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, everywhere. The cherry on top is that he smiles when he hears you chuckle at his actions.

"Okay now we can get up, since you're so impatient." Those snuggly arms let go of your body so you can go get ready for the day.

"I love you Levi!" He hesitates upon hearing you say that before responding, "I love you too."

In conclusion Levi is literally like a dad who has to keep one of those little kid backpack leash things on his kid (you) lol he loves you tho <3

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[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter forty five

close to home | chapter forty five

plot: the reader deals with the aftermath of her attack, Negan shows his cards to the reader, and Carl shows up at the Sanctuary

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,879 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! I've gotten so many sweet replies and messages lately and they mean the absolute world to me! I truly love and thank you all for showing this story love. I hope you're all loving it as much as I've loved writing it!!! 🖤

The next day, you didn’t leave your room. Sherry and Frankie brought you food and tried to coax you out. But all you could do was cry and lucidly beg them to get Daryl; they left you alone. You spent the day watching shadows cross the floor and staring at the ceiling as thoughts danced around you. 

You pictured Glenn and Abraham, and then you cried for them. Then you wondered desperately how Maggie was doing, and the baby and you cried for her. You cried for Rick and Michonne, for Rosita, and Carl and Tora. You wanted to go home more than anything. 

Sherry and Frankie visited you before dinner, bringing you a bag with a few books. “I thought you might like these; they’re from the library. You can go anytime you want and take whatever you want.” Sherry told you as she sat down. 

Frankie approached you on the bed and sat beside you, sweeping back your hair. “Hey, sweetie,” She said sadly, “How are you holding up?”

You glanced at her and nodded slowly, “I’m okay.”

“Your hair is getting so long. Do you want me to give it a cut?” She offered. 

You nodded because of her generosity and because you actually did like her, and she excused herself to find her hair-cutting tools. 

While she was gone, you sat up and looked at Sherry. She was leaning forward on her knees and looked more than just preoccupied with a few thoughts. 

“Sherry?” You asked her, waiting to get her attention. “Why do you care about me so much? It doesn’t matter to you if I live or die,” 

She looked at you for a long minute before coming over to you. “I debated on telling you this… I couldn’t stand the thought of you hating me. The other wives don’t know, but I…” She breathed out. 

“What?”

“Dwight and I tried to escape with my sister a while back. This was before I married Negan. We met Daryl on the road. Did he tell you about it?”

“Vaguely…”

Sherry nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. “We thought he was one of the saviors, so we kept him hostage. But he was able to take off, and you see, Tina, my sister, was diabetic. We couldn’t afford her medications. So we had stolen them, and the saviors were after us. And I guess Daryl saw the medicine because he came back. And he helped us when Tina was bit.” 

You weren’t sure what to say, so you stayed quiet and let her speak. 

“We stole his bike and the crossbow and went back to Negan. I wanted to run but Dwight he… he wanted to protect me. Negan was going to kill him, but I offered to marry him instead. And now Daryl’s here anyway, after what we did…” Sherry started to cry. 

“And I just feel so guilty. And when I found out about you and Daryl, how Dwight said you two must’ve been an item or something, I just had to protect you. I had to help you. I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” She cried. 

You moved from your spot and went to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. It made sense now why she tried to help you so much. And why she seemed to be intent on protecting you. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” You tried to soothe her. 

“It’s not okay, but I’m trying to amend what I’ve done.” Sherry looked at you. “I know you’ve only been here a week, but I hope you know you can trust me. What I owe to Daryl, I can never repay him. But I can help you.”

You nodded and gave her a hug. You knew what she did wasn’t okay, but she was trying to make amends. And she helped you; she probably saved your life, even if it wasn’t a life you wanted anymore. And regardless of what she’s done, you couldn’t find it in your heart to hate her. The two of you were going through the exact situation. 

“How do you stand it? What Negan did to him…” You asked her when you pulled away. “Every time I see Daryl, I want to scream. I can’t imagine what they’re doing to him, what they’ve done.” 

“I don’t stand it. I drink, I smoke, I do anything to try and forget. But Dwight’s alive and one of Negan’s top men. What else can we do? We tried running before…”

“We can do it again, together,” You said. “We can get them and go.”

“Where, (Y/N)?” She asked. “There’s nowhere to go. We have shelter here; we’re safe here. We have food and running water, and electricity. You can’t go back to Alexandria, you know that. Negan will spend every resource he can looking for us. Especially you and me. And you have people at Alexandria he'll take it out on, too.”

You deflated as you realized she was right. 

“I…”

“I know you want to be with Daryl. But he’s alive," Sherry stressed. “Let’s just… let’s just think about this. It would take a lot of work to get out.”

Just then, the door opened, and Frankie walked in. “Amber needs to talk to you, Sher.” 

Sherry squeezed your arm as you both stood, and she bid goodbye. Frankie smiled at you, obviously pleased you were up and out of bed. 

“I brought the scissors; let’s give you a cut!”

***

The next day, you were in the wives' room, trying to control yourself. The mess from two days ago had been cleaned up, and you had to keep telling yourself that nothing happened, and that you were being silly for acting this way. What Sherry said was right; as of now, you were safe. Everyone you loved wasn’t, but you were safe. And you could figure everything else out. 

You were absent-mindedly listening to Tanya and Frankie discuss a book they’d been reading when the door opened, and you heard a familiar bell. Your stomach clenched as you watched Tora run into the room, looking scared and on edge. 

“Tora!” You exclaimed, dropping down to the floor. She meowed profusely as she ran over to you, and you scooped her up in your arms. She was immediately purring and rubbing her face against yours as you cried. 

“Oh my God,” Frankie laughed as she approached you. “A cat? How?”

You laughed through your tears. “This is Tora. She’s been with me since before.” You cried, trying to control yourself. 

Another presence made himself known, and you looked up at Negan, who was leaning against the doorframe. He had a smile on his face, a genuine one, and he walked over. 

“A little birdie in Alexandria told me that the cat was yours,” Negan said, “I’d like to say I’m surprised, but I’m really not.” Negan laughed, giving Tora a rub on the head. 

“I…” You didn’t have any words. 

“I sent out a group to get some stuff for her since she won’t be able to go outside here.” Negan said, “But I thought it might make you feel more at home here, and I knew you all would just love her.” 

There was a chorus of thank you’s, yours not included. But you maintained eye contact with Negan, and despite how much you hated it, he knew how much it meant to you. 

Negan wished everyone goodnight before he left and shut the doors behind him. You let Tora go, and all the women started playing with her with whatever they could find. She was a little skeptical but warmed up quickly with all the attention. 

You sat on the couch and watched, wiping away tears. Sherry sat down next to you and said softly. “He doesn’t do that for just everyone.” You looked at her with confusion. “We get whatever we want here. But he doesn’t do anything like that. I think you’re really special to him.”

“I don’t understand…” Your voice trailed off. 

“Nobody does. That’s the problem with Negan. He’s a monster. I know it. You know it. But then there are times…” Her voice trailed off. “He’ll give you more time after what happened. But he’ll be expecting sex soon. He won’t force it, but if…”

“If I know what’s good for me and Daryl, I have to do it.” You finished her sentence. 

***

More days passed since Tora arrived at the sanctuary, and even if you didn’t want to admit it, it brought a little life back into you. The run group Negan sent out brought back everything you could possibly need, and Negan had the worker who cleaned all of the wives room’s add Tora’s new litter box to her list. 

You felt awful about it, but Sherry told you to let it go. Still, you ensured the worker had something to eat and drink each time she came up. It became a little secret between the two of you. 

Negan visited you every evening at the same time unless he was out. He would eat with you all and talk about his day while you and the other wives would listen and share conversations. He hadn’t made an attempt to have sex with you yet, but as each day passed, you knew it was coming. 

You hadn’t seen Daryl much, aside from when he was out manning the fence--you could see him from the sitting room, where you watched him more often than not--or mopping up the floors while you walked around with Sherry. The two of you knew better than to speak to each other, but each time you made eye contact, you shared a nod. And it broke your heart every single time. 

As usual, you were with the girls, reading a book with Tora on your lap. She’d adapted nicely to the new space, and the wives agreed to keep her on this floor for her safety. She loved the company of all the women and all the affection she got. 

Amber was talking with Sherry about what happened with Mark, who you knew she had slept with. You’d learned from Sherry yesterday and dreaded the altercation with Negan.

You heard voices before the doors opened, and everyone tensed simultaneously. 

“Ladies,” Negan greeted you all.

When you turned to look at the man, your mouth parted, and your heart dropped to your feet when you saw Carl standing there. The book fell from your grasp, and you stood, knocking Tora off. She didn’t seem to mind because she immediately ran up to him and started rubbing against his legs. 

“Carl?” You said, slowly approaching him. 

Negan looked at you with that smile again, and your skin crawled. “Baby, can you believe this kid? He hopped on my truck and then gunned down two of my men! The balls on this kid.” 

Your fingers were trembling as you made eye contact with Carl. Then you turned to Negan, “Can I talk to him, please? Just for a second. I’ll do anything.” You knew exactly what he would cash in for the word anything.

Negan smiled and rubbed his jaw. “Anything. I sure do love that word on your lips. Go ahead, baby, just for you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to Carl, cupping his cheeks. “Carl, what are you doing here? Are you stupid?” You asked quietly, knowing that everyone in the room was listening. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you just stay in Alexandria?”

Carl didn’t answer, but he looked at you with every emotion on his face. You knew he was playing tough, really tough, but you knew him. 

You sighed again and leaned forward, not being able to help yourself. You kissed him quickly on the forehead, over his bandages, and then stepped back. You didn’t want to push your luck with Negan. 

“My, my, my, and she’s good with kids,” Negan said, “Maybe I should think about expanding the family, then.”

Carl looked up at Negan then, and you saw the exact look you’ve seen in Rick so many times. “Don’t you dare," Carl said. 

“Carl, it’s okay,” You rushed out before Negan could even speak. “It’s okay. I’m Negan’s wife now, so… so if that’s what he wants, that will happen. Don’t worry about anything. I’m alright. I’m perfect. I’m happy here.” You rambled on, trying desperately to make sure Negan didn’t do anything to the kid. 

Negan smiled at you as more saviors entered the room, and Daryl appeared with them. Your lips trembled as you locked eyes with him, the closest you’ve been to him in days. And he had heard everything you just said. 

But with one look in his eyes, you knew he didn’t believe you. He saw right through it, through you, like he always did. 

A hand grabbed your arm, and you looked back at Negan. “Isn’t my new wife just perfect?” He asked nobody in particular before he leaned down and kissed you on your mouth. 

You froze for a moment as your brain went wild. You didn’t know what to do. To pull away from him in front of everything would make him mad, and you knew who he’d take it out on. So you did the only thing you could think of that would keep everybody safe. You leaned in and kissed him back. 

Negan smiled at you as he pulled away. “Oh, I’m gonna love this.” He said to you and then turned back to both Daryl and Carl. “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot you guys were here. (Y/N), baby, be a dear and fetch me a drink.”

You clenched your fists and nodded, turning your back on them and walking to the minibar. You blinked away tears and swallowed the lump in your throat. The feeling of Negan’s facial hair still tickled you, and you wanted to take a long, hot shower to get rid of the feeling. 

After making his favorite drink--one you’d learned to make perfectly the past few days--you brought it over to him as he talked quietly with Sherry. Then you went and sat down in your chair with trembling fingers and tried not to look at anyone. But you could feel Daryl’s gaze. You hoped and prayed he wouldn't do anything stupid. Not after what he saw.

After Negan and Sherry finished talking, and he went to Amber, you knew exactly what it was. You stood up and walked across the room to Sherry, who was making a drink. 

“Mark?” You asked her. When she nodded, you poured yourself a drink and took a shot. When you turned back and looked at Negan talking to her, then looked at Daryl and Carl, who were both staring at you. You slowly shook your head. 

“Here, you’re gonna need one more for this,” Sherry told you. She handed you another drink, which had a bigger pour. But you didn’t question it and knocked it back. 

***

An hour later, everyone was gathered in the main room of the compound. Sherry told you what was coming; you knew very well about the iron from conversations with her and the other wives. But you hadn’t seen it yet and felt like you would be sick. 

When Negan finally showed up, you thanked the lord that Carl was with him, but your fingers twitched when you saw that he wasn’t wearing his bandages and looked shaken up. You felt like screaming and throwing something. And you felt hopeless. All you wanted was to be able to protect Carl, and you didn’t even know what Negan did upstairs. 

Sherry grabbed your hand when Negan started to talk and walked down the stairs. To your right were Frankie and Amber, and the ladder was holding a scared and frightened Amber. 

Daryl was with one of the other guards across the room, usually with him. With Negan’s attention elsewhere, you could show Daryl emotions you’d had to keep hidden. Your face softened, and you bit your lip and pressed your free hand over your heart. You hoped he knew what you were trying to say. That you were scared, and you were doing what you had to do, and that he was the only person in your heart. 

You don’t know if your look conveyed it all or even a fraction of it. But then he nodded slightly and lifted his hand. It was brief, and he played it off like he was scratching his chest, but he laid his hand over his heart. 

Tears filled your eyes, and you had to look down at the floor to smile. He knew. Of course, he knew; no one in the world knew you better than him. 

A few minutes later, you watched as Negan pressed the hot iron to Mark’s face. You looked at Daryl and Carl and then at poor Amber, who was going through a pain that you knew too well. Seeing a loved one hurt. That thought made you tremble, and Sherry squeezed your hand. 

After it was over, Negan took Carl away, and Sherry forced you to move on. You didn’t get a chance to look at Daryl as she pulled you away. 

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[stickytrigger69]

ooo could we get a thing with subby tfp starscream being kind of a brat with a mech reader? i imagine his wings are sensitive, so reader rubs them while he teases his spike at screamer’s entrance, that kinda thing,,, throw a “good boy” in there too please? thank you!!!

TFP Starscream x Mech Reader

Mech reader

Submissive Starscream, Dominant Reader

NSFW, minors dni

(A/N) I accidentally posted before I even started, so I did start it but then my phone turned off and lost all of the fucking progress, I feel like that picture of pepe pulling at his eyelids. (yes I wrote it all while at work)

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"The audacity! How dare he!" Staracream grumbles, pacing back and forth like a caged mechanimal, "He can't do that to me, be that way with ME?! of all mechs on the ship." His small servos wave around in the air, the even smaller object in his servo makes you a little nervous. You've been watching him for the past 5 minutes, at the least, trying to make sure he doesn't hurt himself in the middle of his hissy fit.

"Darling?" You try getting his attention.

"I'm his most valuable, his second hand mech." He stomps past you, then turns on his heel to go back around.

"Darling, sweetspark." You speak softly and affectionately, you know hes frustrated so you're treading as lightly as possible.

"Ugghhh, it's not fair!!" He cries and turns to face you, throwing the object in your direction. Without thinking, you swat it away before it can touch you, and within seconds, you're standing in front of him, his wrist in your large servo. "Ah, let go of me!" He starts pulling against you, but you don't budge.

"No, you're misbehaving." You say simply, looking at him voidly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw it at you, I'm just so-" He scrambles to apologize.

"Frustrated, I know darling, but," you grab his chin and make him look in your optics, "That's no excuse for your bad behavior. I think you need to be punished." You peck his derma gently. He shivers, and that's all you need to begin picking him up and pulling him flush to your frame. A deep kiss has him relax, and a smack to his faceplate alerts him again of the trouble he's in.

"But I..." You shush him, making him gasp and swallow his words.

"If you're a good boy, I'll be nice." You promise, which makes his optics sparkle almost. "Will you be a good boy for me?" He nods. "Then show me, baby." You set him down, and without another word or thought, he gets on his knees and prods gently at your panel until it opens. Your spike has begun to pressurize, but not completely, so when he starts touching you and licking and sucking and nipping at it, the brighter the biolights glow, and the bigger it pressurizes. You let him do his job until you hear his panel pop as well. "Alright, come here."

He stands in front of you for a deep kiss. You start fiddling with his wings, rubbing and circling the bumps and crevices, occasionally making him moan into your mouth. He grinds his hips forward, valve aching for your spike and dripping with sweet fluid. "Please." He pleads between a kiss

"Please, what baby boy?" You ask, tugging and pinching lightly at his sensitive wings.

With a moan, he answers breathlessly, "Frag me already, please, Daddy." He grinds his hips into the air again. With one thought in your processor, you lay him on the berth. His servos hold onto your neck, playing with the cables while you stare at him. Admiring your beautiful mate. With a servo on the side of his faceplate and the other on his wing, you start prodding the head of your spike at his entrance.

"You're so beautiful, my good boy." With a sweet kiss, you thrust fast and hard into his tight valve. He moans into the kiss again, this time louder. "Good boy." You sit up on your knees and look down at him. He already looks spent, but there's so much more ahead of him. Your left servo takes hold of his throat, and you start pounding unto his valve. He holds his legs up for you like you've taught him. "Such a good boy." You grunt and groan into the air. His valve is so tight and wet.

After a few hours of non-stop fragging, you sit at the edge of the berth, Starscream lying in the middle of it, sprawled out. Transfluid pooling out from his valve. You're reading more mission briefs. At least you had the chance to clear your processor before you had work to do. You stand, stretch, and sigh. You look down at your lover, so soft and sweet, misunderstood and mistreated. It makes your tanks churn and spark ignite.

Starscream wakes up to incessant pings. He sits up clean and refreshed, oh he needed that spike more than he thought, but the more he thinks, the more he wants. His panel pops open again, "Scrap!"

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[tinkerbelle05]

hi! can you write a miles (1610) x gn/fem pop star s/o? thanks so much!!

My Muse

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the reqs, sweets

Warning: none :)

A/N: Did I use this as an excuse to talk about my favorite songs? Maybe lol. Let me know if you have heard of any of these, they are listed below.

Dating someone famous was not for the weak, Miles expected that. You tried to keep your relationship private, knowing how unhinged your fans could be. You loved and appreciated them (well most of them) but they could be a bit much at times.

And because of that your dating life was on standby until you met Miles. He was perfection in every sense of the world. And somehow, when your relationship inevitablely got leaked, he was calm about it. Well of course during first week Miles was the definition of a mess because who wouldn’t be. He was constantly refreshing the comment section of posts and the like.

But after that he went private and kinda moved on. Two months later and it was like the leak never existed. You moved on with your lives and the rest of the world did too.

Miles was hanging out in your room, music playing in the background. You were writing lyrics in your book and he was sketching in his. With the afternoon sun lighting up the room, the scene felt picturesque.

You felt someone watching you, and when you looked up, it was Miles. His face was resting on his palm and he had a lovesick expression on his face.

“You should take a picture, it'll last longer,” you joked and that broke him out of it whatever daydream he was having.

“Oh…oh. Um, was I staring?” He asked sheepishly.

“Yes, you were,” you chuckled. “But it’s cute.”

You leaned over and caught a glimpsed of his sketch book. But only that as he snatched the thing out of your reach. “Hey, hey, you know the deal. You look into my book, and I look into yours.”

You stared at Miles, mulling over the offer in your head, weighing the pros and cons in your head. “Okay, fine.”

You really wanted to see what that boy was so secretive about in there. And you always wanted to stare at the lil sketches he made of you. You exchanged books and went to looking.

You just hoped he wouldn't be a dork (affectionately) about what you written in your book.

But this is Miles we’re talking about here. Being dork is practically his middle name.

He glances up at you and his eyes says it all. Your cheeks were getting hot but thankfully with your complexion, it won't show.

“Can’t stop thinking ‘bout the way you kissed me, under the stars’?” Miles recounts the lyrics you wrote.

You ignored him and continued to look through his sketchbook. Even though you were enjoying his reactions.

It's one of your favorite parts about thing whole singing thing (other than the money obviously), it was how people reacted to your songs. Especially the ones who inspired it.

“Oh, and another one! ‘You’re the water when I’m stuck in the desert. You’re the Tylenol I take when my head hurts. You’re the sunshine of my life.’” He reads the words from the book with a smug smile on his face.

“What you cheesing for?” you asked with a big smile of your own.

Miles sets the book down on his overcrowded night table and comes closer to you, “You know, while reading this book, one would assume that I'm your muse."

He's staring at me with a teasing smirk on his face, “Well, am I?”

Instead of answering you shoved his book in his face and flipped through the multiple drawings that Miles has of you, “And what about this? Does this mean I'm your muse too?"

“Okay, okay you got me. I guess we’re both muses for eachother then?”

You look at him and can't help but smile, “Yea, I guess we are.”

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Songs used: ur so pretty - wasia project & best part -HER ft. Daniel Caesar

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[fruitcoops]

Slowburn

Fic O'Ween Day 12: Goosebumps, with part five of the firefighter/ EMT AU! Coops, Leo, and Layla belong to @lumosinlove, fest header belong to @noots-fic-fests!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

TW extremely brief mention of bodily fluids (one sentence at the beginning)

Five hours and forty-four minutes. He had been bled on, puked on, grabbed, yelled at, and nearly toppled. His only spare pair of pants was now bound up in a plastic bag. Miracle of miracles, Sirius’ shirt was the only thing that hadn’t been damaged in the miserable afternoon. It made a great undershirt. It would also need to be washed at least four times before he could even dream of returning it.

Layla stared at a spot above his shoulder in the opposite jumpseat. One side of her eyeliner had been completely smudged away; the other, smeared sideways to her temple in a smoky trail.

“Nice job today.”

“Thanks.”

“That was a lot.” Layla nodded mutely. His heart pulled for her, a little bit. Even if their cases had been run-of-the-mill, nearly six hours of back-to-back calls would wear anyone down. He nudged the tip of her shoe with his own. “You’re learning fast. I saw some good work out there.”

“I’m…” She blinked slowly, then shook her head. “Wow, I think I fell asleep sitting up for a minute.”

“It happens.” In time, she’d learn to sleep wherever she could catch it. “When does your shift end?”

“Seven.”

“Almost done, then.”

“Mmm.”

The ambulance went over a bump, rattling the near-empty shelves and bashing Remus’ tailbone against the back ledge. “Sorry!” Leo called through the small window to the cab.

He had mostly given up hope that he’d see Sirius in the next twelve hours. His shift wasn’t over until midnight, and Sirius’ started at six the next morning. If he made time between his dentist appointment and calling his parents, he might be able to stop by in the afternoon, but it would be a stretch if he wanted to get any laundry done. And, Christ, that was a chore he couldn’t delay for another week. He liked those pants. More importantly, he now knew just how much Sirius liked them.

Something stirred in his belly at the thought. Warm hands cupping his ass and sliding over his flanks with astonishing care. Sirius had felt him up enough that he could probably make a Model Magic version of Remus’ body on touch alone—and wasn’t that a thing to picture. Somewhere between rounds two and three, Remus remembered kissing the backs of Sirius’ thighs. Pale skin and dark hair above the bare, sensitive bend of his knees. They slotted so well in his palms. Sirius had looked like glory itself when he peeked over his shoulder to look.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Remus jumped. “What? Nothing. Sorry, nothing, why?”

“You’re all frowny.”

Thank god for that. “Just…the day.”

A vague and reliable excuse. Layla snorted. “Tell me about it.”

There will never be a day when I tell you about this. Remus hoped his laugh didn’t come out too strained. “Seriously.”

They took the next turn a little wider, sending their final two ointment boxes sliding out of place. He fixed them blindly while the city center rolled past through the back windows. Did Sirius still have scratch marks on his upper thighs?

Another bump knocked the thought from his head. “We’re home,” Leo singsonged from the driver’s seat. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the showers, wondering why I chose this life path.”

“Mood,” Layla mumbled.

“I’m also Grubhubbing a sundae, and you can’t stop me.”

One of the last functioning neurons in Remus’ head lit up. “Get me one.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Get your own.”

“I’m your boss.”

“You make more money than me.”

“Yes, let me flaunt my extra fifty cents an hour,” he countered dryly. “Every night, I rub my quarters together, just to flex on you. That beautiful sound of a handful of nickels.”

“…I’ll see what they have.”

“Good rookie.”

He didn’t wait for the ambulance to stop before opening the doors. The familiar ka-chunk of the lock coming free was music to his ears—a sweet, sweet anthem of freedom, the promise of a lukewarm cup of coffee and a maybe-stale donut from the break room.

And Sirius.

Sirius, sitting on one of his packed and labeled inventory bins.

Remus stared.

“Remus?”

“Go ahead,” he said absently. “I’ll catch up.”

Layla hopped out with a groan. Six hours was a long time to be up and down. Remus was sure his feet would ache the same when he stood. If he stood. Sirius’ hair stuck up at the back, like he’d been running his hands through it.

Remus loved when he did that.

He just. He really did like him, quite a lot.

Keep me.

What had he been thinking? Six hours was a long time to wait. He had told Sirius he’d be right back. It was his day off; why hadn’t he left after it was clear Remus wouldn’t return?

He supposed he could ask the same question about that morning. God, could it really only have been a few hours since he felt Sirius’ bare chest against his own? They had practically been spooning with how tight they were tangled in each other when he woke. Remus hardly remembered falling asleep, only aware of the pleasant ache in his muscles and the humming pleasure in his belly. Pure satisfaction. Pure comfort, at having Sirius hold him like more than a friend.

He watched Leo wander off. Sirius didn’t seem to have noticed. He didn’t so much as flinch when Remus stumbled off the rig and beelined for him, not until Remus stopped in front of him, unsure what to say. I want you I like you I’m sorry please kiss me again, I still get goosebumps thinking about the way your mouth tastes with adrenaline.

Sirius blinked up at him, full lips and glossy lashes. His bone structure was fucking criminal. “You’re back,” he said, so soft and sweet and genuinely happy that Remus’ stomach flopped over itself. Sirius stood, tucking his phone into his pocket without a second glance at it. He was just—big. And tall. And gorgeous. Remus now knew precisely how solid his chest was, and how nice it was to kiss. “Did you have a good day?”

Remus stepped forward and planted his face directly into that chest.

“Oh,” Sirius laughed. It vibrated against his forehead; he closed his eyes. Arms came up around him, hands settling at his nape and the small of his back. He knew he smelled awful. Sirius didn’t seem to care as a tentative kiss nestled on the top of his head and melted Remus’ insides out his throbbing feet.

He sighed. Sirius smelled all warm and spicy. Detergent, cologne, or simply the way he was? Remus couldn’t wait to find out. “This is nice.”

“Yeah.” The delight was back. Sirius pushed the breath from his lungs on a squeeze. “Yeah, it is. I like this.”

“I’m gonna kiss you,” Remus mumbled. “Gonna kiss you so good. Just…two seconds.”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“Two seconds.” It was so dark in his new haven. Sirius’ lungs moved calmly, steadily. His heart rate was a little fast, but nothing to worry about. Remus let his ears go foggy and pressed closer, nuzzling into the space between his collarbones.

Sirius kissed the top of his head again, less hesitant this time, before resting his chin there. “Long day?” he asked after several seconds. Remus hummed. “Sounded like you guys didn’t get much of a break.”

“Mhmm.” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his cheek over Sirius’ sternum. He couldn’t count the number of times they had sat together on the couch or at the table or in the window seat, legs intertwined while they worked through their days. Separate snacks at first, then a single bowl to share once they knew each other’s favorites. It had been nice, to have someone there. Someone to talk to, someone to listen, someone who understood.

But this…this was so much better.

Sirius’ thumb stroked a short path along his spine. It zinged all the way into the base of Remus’ skull. “I sweated through your shirt,” he muttered, pushing his head further beneath Sirius’ chin. “After I stole it from you by accident. Sorry. I’ll wash it.”

He felt Sirius’ smile on his temple. “Keep it. Looks better on you.”

“Think I left mine at your place.”

“Guess you’ll just have to come back and get it,” Sirius whispered playfully. Remus couldn’t help a grin, raising his head despite the pounding drowsiness behind his eye—he had barely opened his mouth to retort when there were lips brushing his own, a wordless request. He granted it easily.

This was different than the rushed promise on the ambulance. Different than last night’s smoky, need-fueled passion. He let Sirius lead, tender and questioning, then pushed into it a little more. Have it, he tried to say. Take it all, it’s been yours for a while. The words may not work, but he was willing to bet Sirius would understand anyway. His lower lip was chapped on one side when Remus ran his tongue along the seam, giddy and dizzy with the kiss-buzz of chasteness.

“Hmm.”

That was good. It was all good, if Sirius would keep making noises like that. He brought his hands up to rest on narrow hips (marked with a tiny scar just above his thigh, which Remus was so fucking glad he knew now) and gave a little more, pushed a little harder. Sirius’ hand cupped his jaw and the right side of Remus’ brain powered down.

“Hm—wait, wait.”

His attempt to lick forward into Sirius’ mouth was stymied by sudden distance between them. Not far—he could still pick out each fleck of quicksilver in Sirius’ unfocused eyes—but far enough to be frustrating for the part of him that was enjoying turning his thoughts off. Remus went up on his toes for more, but Sirius pulled away. “What?” he whispered, though they were alone. “Did you—are you mad at me?”

“No,” Sirius said hurriedly. His hands soothed down Remus’ sides in a long drag that sent tingles through each cell. “God, no, I’m trying to—” His cheeks went a touch pink as he glanced around them and coughed lightly. “Uh, I’m trying to calm down.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Remus hadn’t even thought about that. He was pretty sure he was too tired for his body to consider arousal, aside from the inevitable spike of desire for a soft place to land for two to eight hours. Sirius’ mouth was so nice, his body so warm, that it was all too tempting to get lost in it.

Sirius’ tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. Well. Remus supposed he might be able to feel something other than pure exhaustion, if he tried. “What time do you get off?”

“Whenever you want me to,” Remus answered immediately, then felt himself redden at the arch of Sirius’ brows. “Fuck—sorry. Midnight. My shift’s done at midnight.”

The fingertips on his back had become an extraordinary distraction. Sirius looked almost shy, so at odds with the animated boy he knew against this backdrop that Remus wanted to memorize every inch of it. “Can I…” Sirius began, then trailed off as his blush darkened. His thumbs hooked around Remus’ hipbones and paused there, lingering on bare skin. “Can I maybe take you to dinner? Or a diner?”

“At midnight?”

“I know a couple places.”

Remus frowned. “You have work tomorrow.”

Sirius gave a sheepish half-shrug. “We could nap together. Today, I mean. If you want.”

“I smell horrible.”

“You smell fine.”

“I’m soaked in dry sweat.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I—” That was it for excuses. That was all he had. Every defense against Sirius was dust in the wind. He smiled, and stood on his toes again to kiss one scruffy cheek. “Yeah, sounds good. Let me wash my face and grab some water. I’ll meet you in the bunks.”

Sirius’ eyes crinkled, and Remus fell for him all over again. “I’ll be waiting.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #leo knut #layla #sweater weather #vaincre #coast to coast #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #firefighter/ emt au #fic o’ween 2023 #fluff

[stiffyck]

Redscape thoughts cause i just finished their hermitcraft season 10 POVS (also autistic redscape is real) -Mumbos biggest interest has always been redstone whilst Scars has always been animals. at some point Mumbo comes up to Scar to chat with him about redstone contraptions and how he needs new build ideas. Scar may chip in by asking if redstone could possibly make a train function and Mumbo just stares into space and then says "I'll have to get back to you on that" and walks away to do the biggest project ever to make sure he can have a working train. he cant make a proper life sized one work that way, yet, but he does manage to make a small little train set for him and Scar loses his mind over it. - Scar invites Mumbo over for quality time together anytime they're both free. since the seasons have always been pretty busy so they barely have time for it between regulating after big events and doing their own projects, but when they do find time for each other they love watching movies together on Scars old, beat up laptop. - Redstone gets everywhere and whenever Mumbo comes over to visit Scar he leaves red footprints and fingerprints. Scar totally took a picture and said something like "I caught you red handed!" - Mumbo always has some sort of fidgety toy on him, whether it be one of those fancy spinny rings or a little plush he always has something to keep his hands busy. he made his own for a long while until he and Scare became good buddies. Scar knitted his own little cat plush to help him relax and decided to make Mumbo one, in return Mumbo gave him a cool button mashing fidget to annoy anyone when Scar was in meetings/events/etc - Since its far too complicated to get into his base Mumbo keeps spare clothes over at Scars train incase he needs to change. which is often. sometimes he'll find excuses to come over and change his clothes so he can talk with Scar more, or just see him working on his build. Scar doesnt mind of course, sometimes he'll be expecting Mumbo to come over so he'll make him a quick snack/meal for when he comes over!!! I DONT MEAN FOR THIS TO BE TOO LONG!!!! I LOVE REDSCAPE !!!!!!!!! THANK U FOR INTRODUCING ME TO THEM OFFICIALLY

SDMFJBDJ ALL OF THIS YES. LOVE THIS SO MUCH. THEYRE SO SWEET OMG. LOVE THEM. YES. YES YES.

#asks #redscape #hermitshipping #mumbo #gtws #mumscar

[ophelian-darling]

Hi just wanted to say thank you so much for answering my request and you did an amazing job I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the Platonic Yandere joot with prompts 19 , 26, 34 if that’s too much feel free to skip it anyways have a amazing day/night ❤️

Part One

"You can't get away from me, now or forever..."

"You're too much for them , they are undeserving of you"

"Just mention another word about them and I'll beat them to death in front of you, wouldn't that be horrible to witness ?"

TW: Murder mention & threat, emotional manipulation, violence, inappropriate use of stands.

Word count: 2.5k words.

enjoy ♡

Jotaro watched you jump around the kitchen, seemingly happy as you prepared tonight's dinner. 

You had gathered enough courage and invited your crush for a small 'date' here tonight (Jotaro refused to let you out with them, excusing his decision by his lingering worry on you) and your eyes pooled with twinkles. 

If it wasn't for this situation, He would've been truly happy to see the smile on your lips now; you jumping joyfully like a fawn between the kitchen and the dining room, preparing the fresh hot meals for the person you're trying to lure. 

He felt disturbed, like you were both in a peaceful paradise together, of your own little life and under his wing and under your blessing of an existence, until the ivies of a mischievous touch crawled into your heaven, threatening to coil around you and steal you away. 

As tough as your dear father may seem, he wasn't tolerant of the idea of losing you to someone else, and his fears were quite logical: He doted on you ever since your first breath (even more than your mother herself could ever offer), accompanied you in every step of life and took full care of you when your mother had given up- an incident he wished he could erase from your memory forever.

Just as the first image of that day was brought up in his imagination, your sweet voice pulled him out of the grim echo "Papa? is everything alright?!" 

He took a good look at you: features, serene and loving as ever, only crossed by a look of concern but never distorting your beauty. new dress donning your form, flowery and tailored to your size as if it was made specifically for you. you were obviously dolling up yourself for them, no surprise. a girl your age has her mind filled with the pictures of love and romance; creating her own fantasy of a warm touch- or a kiss. He wonders how many nights these thoughts have flashed through your consciousness or coloured your dreams pink… have you grown attached to someone else to that extent?! 

"Papa !"

Realizing that he took an uncomfortable amount of time in staring, Jotaro quickly regained his composure and regarded you to speak again.

"You were staring at me for a minute now, are you really okay? Are you tired?" 

Your tone dropped its previous excitement so it is coated with concern now. He felt guilty for making you worried while it was an important night for you. for now, he had to go along for your sake. 

"Nothing at all, don't worry about me" he patted your head and drew a loving smile "Aren't you beautiful?" he complimented, trying to ease off your jarring distress and it obviously worked if your giggling reaction conveyed anything. 

"Do I really look nice? I felt like I bought the dress in a rush and I don't want to ruin my chances" you giggled again, talking to yourself more than waiting for an answer from father. 

"You are definitely the most beautiful girl ever, Sweetheart" He said tenderly, the thick knot in his throat tightened as he let out the lie "I'm sure they would be immediately swooned by you, I'm so happy for you"

The bitter taste on his tongue, the words he just uttered and the dim feeling stirring up to his consciousness was driving him to his limit. You are happy, your happiness is what mattered all along and he achieved it for you, so why the urge to break everything and refuse all of this was getting stronger?! the same urge that morphed into a long trail of thoughts, then words; standing on the tip of his lip with a poisonous odor.

 "Dear…" 

You turned back to him, puzzled at the sudden fall of his voice.

Before He got the chance to pour all of his inner conflicts, a loud ringing filled the intense air.

The doorbell rang, they're here.

You squeaked cheerfully and jumped to the door, what Jotaro was about to say was not a priority now. 

Jotaro felt sick in the stomach watching you greet them in a childish passion, deciding to lift his gaze to another corner, a corner when a pink cake slicer sat on the kitchen's counter. 

He didn't think much of it; just held the tool and examined its edge. 

Not sharp enough, yet capable of the work.

He drifted away from reality yet again; falling deeper into hatred as it happened right in front of him.

The evening was going terrible, not for you However: your crush was fully conversing with you at the dinner table, casually coaxing and flirting with your shied form while you were at loss for words, putting a sweet smile as a reply.

They introduced themself politely, with all confidence and Charm of a quipster, shamelessly dallying with you in eyes and tones. Jotaro wished if there'd been any reason to hold a grudge against them, or even generally dislike them, but things weren't going his way this time. 

You're happy with someone else- Your dear father dedicated himself for the purpose of your happiness, putting a lot of love and care a human would have in heart into creating a heaven for you and him. The sight of a gleeful smile on your lips could wipe away long years of grief, years he spent lonely until you drew a first breath.

The hatred hauled at the sinews of his heart, twisting all of the confined hopelessness and shaping it to a perfect rage, one that he did never experience, not even onto his worst enemies. coming to think of it, his worst enemy was the human sitting across him on the table. 

"I see why my daughter likes you" he started flatly "You're quite the persona, she's lucky to have your eyes on her" He faked a smile; not wanting to come off as intimidating (So as not to 'embarrass' you, you scolded him more than a time that he regarded others creepily). 

They laughed and rubbed the back of their head "The honor is mine Mr.Kujo, I've never dreamed of getting the chance to talk to your daughter, let alone having dinner with her in her house with her father" 

You switched your sight between the two of them, glad that the both of them are getting along unlike your negative expectations of the whole ordeal. the Blues of your father met the ones of yours, giving you the order before uttering it "Sweetheart, I think it's a fair time for a dessert, why won't we offer our guest some of the delicious chocolate cake you made? I'm sure they'll love to have a bite of it" 

You stared at him for a moment, surprised at the sudden welcoming attitude of his. your father wasn't very social or friendly with strangers, preferring to treat them formally and strictly depending on the situation, so this change of color seemed a little jolting. 

You nodded and went to the kitchen, now he's all alone with them.

"An angel, isn't she?" Jotaro smiled, a lower curve at the corner of his lips stiffed. 

"Huh?" your so called 'crush' were perplexed at the question before answering, unassertive "I-indeed she is, no wonder why I like her" 

"She's too innocent for her own good, too trusting and kind that she was met with the worst of others around her" 

Jotaro broke his gaze at your chair and shifted it to the thing sitting across him. Their silence urged him to continue "I can't count how many times in her life she came back running to me, crying and sobbing in my arms, babbling about how some kid at school bullied her, or how some random chick made fun of her in front of the whole school. I truly love her and do whatever I can: I comfort her, I hug and kiss her on her forehead, I go above and beyond to provide for her… you can say she's my world, not just my only daughter" 

"I-I understand your view, Mr-Kujo…" 

"I went through a lot in the past, I got a lot of wounds and aches, not to mention a lot of scars, which all were painful, But never as painful as her own pain… I can't let her know a meaning or a tiniest taste of pain, or even push harm away from her, I feel like I'm not protecting my precious princess enough" 

"I'm so sorry for whatever you went through Mr.Kujo… I can understand your pain, and… I can reassure you that your daughter means the world to me too-" 

"Does She?!" Jotaro stood up, ambling closer to the thing, taking delight as their expression paled. 

"I doubt that she means anything to you, you're just toying with her like everyone else, waiting for the right moment to break her heart, leave her broken for me to fix…" 

"I wouldn't never think of that Mr.Kujo-" 

"You can't love her the way I do… no one can love her the way I do! I'd go as far as to get rid of all the things causing her misery, people like you included!" 

"Okay now what the fuck is wrong with you?!" 

"Papa what's going on-" you hurried into the room, frozen immediately in place. 

In fact, everything froze. 

There were only two cases in which he would have to use Star Platinum : fighting enemies and serving you. No one was expected to survive after making you cry; it wasn't fair that you spilled your tears while they were carrying on with their lives, a punishment had to be in order. 

Your dear father would never tell you that he murdered your bullies, your dear father would never tell you he threatened anyone who got too close to you, Your dear father would never tell you he found out that this scum of a human were planning to use you for their amusement and ruin your innocence. He's sure that you'll understand, that's why you needed a lot of time to realize how deep his love can be. 

Three seconds before the motion would come back. Now that you're in the scene, he can't just kill them like he used to on others, that would crush the image of him in your heart, and he can't lose your love for anything. 

The strong stand delivered a single punch to their face, Jotaro can feel something crushing under his fingers, like a pile of twigs being stepped on all at once. Then a long, red trail streamed down, coating the carpet with blood. It's a short measure of dealing with a nuisance (He'd hoped to end their life and dispose of their carcass; the plan ruined when you entered the scene) and knocking them out. The rest is pretty easy: He'll just subject them to a strong amnesic drug and ditch them on the side of the road. 

Everything ticked at zero and came back to life, the staggering posture of yours moving again- horrified by the sight in front of you.

Your mind was too shaken- unable to grasp on one image of reality and unstable to let the weight of everything sink in. you knew it all along: your father wasn't like any father, and you weren't as ordinary as you thought. He used to be your hero (alas, no longer now) and  the crimes of his twisted show of love unfolded themselves and made you realize how foolish you've been all your life. 

"What the fuck was that for? How dare you do this to them?!" you snarled, checking on the unconscious and bleeding guest. at least they were breathing, you had the vilest scenario in mind and the way the date started resembled a clam before the storm. 

"They were trying to hurt you, I've known their intentions before you brought them here" 

"You stalked them?!" The look you gave him wasn't anything near grateful, you glared at him as if he was a criminal. 

"Why do you always insist on ruining my life?! Why do you push people away from me?!" warmth pooled under your eyelids, it was a sheer heartbreak to know that the dearest living human to you had a thread in your demise. 

"They don't love you! you're oblivious of their intentions, You're too much for them , they are undeserving of you!"

"You still can't do this to someone innocent! you're a fucking maniac you're not my father…" a sob tore its way up lungs  "No wonder my mama ran away…" the stream of tears couldn't stop itself, the forgotten woman surfaced herself in your memory again, spilling the truth he faked to get you by his side. 

"Watch your language with me you selfish brat! be grateful that I'm the reason you're alive now or else you would have ended up dead like her!"

Everything stopped again. It's not his stand this time. 

Your features froze like a marble statue, as if the evening couldn't even become worse, fate decided to land another aching blow to you. 

Neither of you said anything; gazing blindly at each other, blurred words not coming out. nothing of his love and your sweetness can take back what's just been revealed, or save you from the devil in an Angel's robe. 

You stepped back, ready to rush into the door and run away from all this depravity. he mirrored your action, following you with full speed. before your nerves could receive the order of lurching further, his hand caught your tiny shoulder and squeezed, warning you. 

"Let me go! I hate you leave me alone!"

"Don't you dare run or you'll suffer the consequences!" 

"Or you'll kill me too?! just like you killed mama and tried to kill the person I love! and on top of that you expect me to ignore all of this like I did in the past?! I would've been happier if I was with mama or someone else who truly loves me, not treating me the way you do!" 

"Just mention another word about them and I'll beat them to death in front of you!" he violently smacked the table with a hand, the other leaving your shoulder to grab your date's head and rotate it to the side, an audible cracking emphasizing the sincerity of the duress.

"They'll die here at my hands, and you'll have to watch me dispose of their corpse while you can do nothing about it…wouldn't that be horrible to witness?"

All you can reply with was a hopeless stare. From a logical perspective, he was right: none of your mother's family would take you in, your father's family would side with the cruelty of a father you've been cursed with, you hadn't any friends or acquaintances due to his isolation of you and the social services would comply to his authority…in short, it was a dead end for you.

You didn't feel his embrace, the comforting arms that used to placate and mollify are gone, replaced with a cold touch that panicked and horrified, so was the kiss on the crown of your head, it had no warmth in it.

"Good girl… I love you and I can't let you go, you can't get away from me, now or forever…" 

#boredwithlifeatthispoint #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba x you #sfw #yandere jotaro x reader #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere jotaro #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x you #jotaro x reader #papa joot is amazing 🌸 #platonic yandere #this was longer than i expected but enjoy!

[sweet-villain]

Just One Miracle ~ E.M 

@harrys-tittie asked:

Eddie and reader who have been together for quite some time. They’ve talked about having children, but it really scares her for different reasons. One day after really thinking about how in love she is with eddie she decides to tell him she wants to try for a baby and he just tackles her into the bed and kisses her face all over as his answer. I always picture eddie as very golden retriever bf 😊

You stood on your tippy toes to grasp the cereal box on top of the shelf with the tip of your tongue peeking out focusing on grabbing it when a ring clad hand grabbed it instead for you.

He stood there with his hand on the cereal box tapping his fingers on it with a wide, dimple smile on his face as he stared at you.

" Something you need, sweetheart?" your boyfriend giggled as he shook the box in his hands with a raised eyebrow. " Just give me the box" you out stretched your hand to grab it from him but he pulled it way with his other finger, shaking as a no no. " Say please"

"Eds" you stomped your foot on the ground in the middle of grocery store. Eddie's face was beaming loving to tease and reach for the items that you couldn't reach. He rose and eyebrow as he waited for you.

" Pretty please" he offers you the box which you take from his hands. He frowned when you turned around to walk the other way looking for other items you needed.

" Excuse you" he says as he runs in front of you with his arm across his chest. He was giving you a look of disbelief.

" What happened?" you look around his face and behind him. He gasped putting a hand on his chest like he couldn't believe it. " Where is my thank you? I thought you knew your manners, princess"

You huffed hair away from your forehead that seemed to drop in your view.

" Thank you Eddie the Banish" he beamed with happiness as he looked over your shoulder to see what else you needed from the store. A sudden cry from a baby catches your both attention as the mother soothes in her arms.

Eddie eyes brighten at the sight of it while you looked away getting an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Eddie and you talked about having kids one day, but you were frightened because you didn't exactly grow up with a mother that was loving and adoring. Your mother neglected you, throwing all the names in the book at you, telling you that you were not going anywhere in life.

You had pictured yourself as a mother in your head plenty of times. You imagined little Munson running around the trailer throwing tantrums and being loud just like Eddie. You imagined the same mane of curls on the kids with those brown doe eyes.

You were scared to become pregnant too, the pain was unbearable from what you had heard. Would you be able to go through it?

Eddie didn't even pay attention that you had walked off and when he was out of his own thoughts, he ran to catch up with you noticing the change of look on your face.

" Everything okay, sweets?" he asked. You hummed letting him know you were okay but your head was in a different place as you found more items you needed.

Eddie turns you around, not really caring that you two were in the middle of the store as he puts a piece of hair behind your ear gazing down at you lovingly. His brown doe eyes are in heart shape as his hand cups your cheek. His thumb caresses the adam's apples of your cheeks before going to the back of your head and brings his forehead down to yours.

" You don't look okay. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours"

You stare into those Bambi eyes you love that hold so much love behind them.

" I'm okay Eds" you leaned up on your toes pressing your lips to his. Affection between the two of you was no problem. Even the both of you got looks, the both of you couldn't just keep your hands away from one another.

He kisses you back and his other hand comes up to your hips, brushing the skin underneath your shirt there. Goosebumps rise up as you smile against his lips. He pulls away, kissing your nose.

" Come on sweets, this food isn't going to buy itself"

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" Bring this to that table over there, will you Y/N?" Benny ask as he slides over two strawberry milkshakes, extra whip cream on one of them. Your hands grab onto them, feeling the coldness of them as you turned to head towards the table. You had picked up extra shifts at the diner, being busy while Eddie was off working as a mechanic.

You set down the milkshakes at the table.

" Mama, look at this monkey. It's silly" a little girl called her mother as she was coloring a monkey in a green color. She even wrote her name on top of the paper which was " Beth."

" You're very good artist" you tell her. Her mother looks up at you with a smile as she thanks you for the milkshakes. " Thank you" she leans over her mother and whispers, " This lady is pretty."

Her mother nods.

" Is there anything else I can get you?" you asked.

" That will be all, thank you so much dear"

You nodded as you turn back around to walk towards to clean the table you were cleaning previously before Benny called you over. The door to the diner opened and in stepped Eddie. He wore a bandana over his bangs, with his hair tied back in a loose bun with overall covered in dirt and grime. You can see his tank top covered in oil and his feet sported a pair of boots.

" Hey there sweets" he says as he leans on the counter bringing his face closer expecting a kiss.

" Hey there Eds" your cheeks flushed red as you looked around and back to Benny who was cooking behind the grill. He frowned as he pulled away.

" What's wrong?" he asks. " Am I too dirty for a kiss?" his bottom lip came out as his brown doe eyes shined as he tilted his head. Suddenly a green crayon rolled on top of the counter. Your hand stopped it looking over the counter seeing Beth standing there with the piece of paper that had the monkey on it.

" Hi there pretty" you greet her. In her other hand she held out cash as she waved it front of you. " For me?" you asked reaching out for her. She nodded, " Mama said it's for you to keep."

You gasped, shaking your head.

" That's so sweet of you" her mother came up behind her. Eddie looks down at the little girl and he's smile wide. She's so cute, he thinks.

" This is for you too" Beth hands you the drawing she colored it. " Me? Are you sure?" she nodded.

' Yes, you."

" Aw thank you so much pretty" you tell her, blowing her a kiss.

" How come she gets a kiss and I don't?" Eddie whines as he pouts. Beth turns to look up at Eddie as he looks down at her. She scrunches up her nose.

" You're dirty" she says while you giggle.

" He is, isn't he?" Eddie sticks his tongue out at you.

" But he's my pretty dirty boy" you tell her. She gasps as she points to him, " He's your boyfriend?"

You and Eddie laugh. She was too cute.

" Yes Beth, he makes me very happy" Eddie's hand places on top of yours as you say that. He gives your hand a small squeeze.

" Beth, sweetie. Let's leave them alone. We bothered them too much" her mother takes her hand as she leads her out of the diner.

" That was cute" Eddie says. " Where is my kiss still?" He puckers his lips, you roll your eyes as you lean over to give him his kiss.

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You rubbed your temples leaning your elbows on top of the counter from the non stop crying of the baby in the diner. You were having such a good day and then a couple comes in with twin babies.

You couldn't catch a break here after Eddie left to go back to work.

It had been non stop and Benny even asked politely that they found a way to make the kids sleep or they would have to go soon. You couldn't even go on break as rush over came, many customers entered the diner and it was you, Lori and Ollie who has been working while Benny and Frank were in the back.

" Can't catch a break with all of this" Ollie says as he runs a hand down his face.

" I need a smoke" you reached to put the remaining hairs that had fallen over your face behind your ears.

" Me too, girl" Lori says. " Another hour" she says knowing your break was coming up. The only other sound besides the grill sizzling in the back was the sound of the two babies crying.

This was another thing that made you feel uneasy. That you would never be able to sooth the babies worrying that you would not get help. Even with Eddie working.

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Your heart swelled up at the sight of Eddie kneeling down before a little boy tying his roller blades and offering his hands for the little boy to take.

They were your next door neighbors and Eddie had offered little Charlie to take him roller blading since his father couldn't. Charlie was over the moon. You had joined them watching from sitting on the grass as you watched.

While you watched Charlie and Eddie together, you couldn't help it but imagine having your own little one with Eddie. Eddie would make such a great father. He would teach him how to play guitar, get into D&D, they both listen on a low volume to Metallica, Iron Maiden etc. You'd even buy a little leather jacket to match to Eddie. That would be too cute.

Someone sat besides you on the grass and you didn't need to look to see who it was.

" That boy loves that kid" Wayne says as he takes out a cigarette from his pocket and lights one up. " You reckon you two would want one too?" He asks.

" We talked about having kids, he is on board weather we have a girl or a boy. I had the time to think about it" Wayne looks over at you.

" At first the feeling of being a mother didn't come to me easy. My own mother had treated me like I wasn't her own. I don't even know how to be one. Everything scares me about it. I don't wanna be like my mother"

Wayne knew very well how your mother treated you. He was at the store with Eddie one time when your mother had yelled and dragged you around the store like you were her piñata. Wayne took you in after that, having you move into the trailer while you finished school.

" You're not your mother kid. She didn't deserve you in her life. You are more than you think you are. Being afraid is part of life, kid. You have Eddie with you. That boy loves you with every inch of his life"

You look towards to Eddie as he has Charlie laughing and spinning him around.

" I won't let you go" he promises Charlie. Your eyes lit up and a smile on your face widens.

" It would be a blessing if the two of you had a little kid, his hair and eyes with your personality or his personality and your hair and eyes" Wayne laughs. " Double Trouble" he says.

" I need a little more double trouble in my life" you say. " I think I will talk to Eddie about it"

" That boy will kiss the bottom of your feet until your last breath, he loves you and I'm sure he will want the same as you"

You nod.

" I'm here for you kid, you know that?" you turn to him as you lean your head on his shoulder.

" Thank you Wayne, we're here for you too" He kisses on top of your head as he watches Eddie with Charlie.

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" Eds?" you call out through the trailer. He walks out of the bathroom with a towel in his hands as he runs it through his hair, rubbing it.

" What is it sweets?" he asks.

" Can we talk?" The look on Eddie's face makes him drop the towel in his hands as his eyebrows knit together in worry.

" Did something happened? Did someone say something to you? Because I will go to Harringtons house and get his bat" you laugh, shaking your head as you patted the spot next to yon the couch.

He strolls over as he sits besides you, you smile smelling the hint of your shampoo on him.

You turn to fully face him, playing with your fingers as you find the words you want to tell Eddie. He takes a hold of your hands in his and brings them up to his lips as he places kisses on top.

" What is it, sweetheart?"

" Um.." you start to say as you clear your throat.

" I-" you licked your dry lip as you raise your head up to meet his worry gaze. " I want to have a baby with you" you say, holding your breath not knowing if he was going to be upset with you or not.

His brown doe eyes widen as he tackles you onto the couch. He places kisses all over your face from your forehead to your nose to your cheeks to your chin to your lips to your nose to back to your cheeks.

You giggle underneath your grasp and he stops as he hovers over you.

" Really? Is that what you want sweets?" He asks. His forehead is on yours. You can feel the happiness radiant off of him.

" I do Eds, I want everything with you" he leans down capturing your lips with his as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Your hand goes into his hair, tugging on it. A groan escapes his lips as he sits up not breaking the kiss and wraps his arms around you.

He stands up with you in his arms as carries you to the bathroom.

He pulls away as he kicks the door closed with his foot, " We better start practicing then?" you giggle as you cup his face with both your hands.

" What are you waiting for then?" He gives you a slight smirk as he drops you gently on the bed hovering above you as he stares down lovingly down at you.

" I love you"

" I love you too" he leans down capturing your lips with his as he deepens the kiss.

#eddie munson x reader #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #jewls writes

[ghouljams]

Ghoul, Ghoul I'm holding your face gently and staring you directly in the eyes as I tell you I'm so in love with your Christmas fic. I swear, it's complete perfection.

Simon's guilt and envy and pain slowly getting worse and worse with every passing day, his fear that he's going to just ruin it for everyone else, thinking that he's doing an excellent job of hiding his suffering, but not realising that everyone can see right through him. It's all so very realistic, especially when he finally has the moment of realisation that he's not alone. He isn't fighting this battle by himself or just with Goose, but with a whole family that loves him.

Goose getting him physical copies of photos of Tommy's wedding? Probably one of the happiest times of their life? Perfect. There's just something beautiful about Simon's new family helping him to get back a few pieces of his old one.

Duck continues to be the mum we all need, and is definitely the one Simon deserves. I love how she endeavours to ensure that Christmas is the happiest time of year for her family, and Simon is part of that family now. Momma gonna take good care of her new boy ;w; (Also excuse me while I cry over Price not wanting to hold Goose, there's not enough people dying over that point)

And Simon with Mary!!! He gets to experience the genuine, childish joy of the holidays with his baby girl!!! His little gosling helping to heal his hurts and bring him so much joy. I too would give that man as many babies as he can hold.

This fic was so good! Thank you for writing something so sweet, and hopefully Tumblr doesn't eat my ask because this took ages to type on my phone fhjkmjgfs

Aahhhhh thank you love!!!

I have so many thoughts on the fic still, and they will never go away.

First, the Prices and Goose specifically are going to try and find every piece of Simon's old life and bring them home for him. Every picture they can find is going to end up in Simon's hands, and he's going to have the same reaction every time: disbelief, grief, and then a rush of affection. Simon has found himself in a very robust support system with no easy escape(not that he wants to escape).

Second, Simon and Mary!!! His little gosling, the tiny angel that he gets to experience childhood through a second time. Except this time he gets to do it right, and make sure nothing ever hurts his daughter. It's definitely healing his inner child to spoil his girls and make sure they have everything they could ever want. Every Christmas he gets to pick out a new ornament for a new baby to put on the tree it heals a little part of him, the same way watching their eyes shine in the twinkling lights of the tree still feels like magic. The first time his gaggle of girls wakes him up excitedly on his birthday, it makes him feel like he's finally overcome the worry he might become his father.

And of course third, and what I think is easiest to ignore in the larger context of the piece, Price being unable to hold his daughter after he got back from his tour of duty. I think of his line in the games "our hands get dirty and the world stays clean" and how dirty his hands must be every time he goes home. Every time he looked at Goose did he see the world he was saving? Did he see the blood when he held her hand and swung her up onto horses? It would have killed Duck to hold Goose, the biggest daddy's girl who hasn't seen her daddy in months, and watch her grab for a man that can't bring himself to touch her. Of course she had to make every moment Price was home count, make sure it was distracting enough that he could forget his deployments even just for a little. Price got better at coming home, but I think he sees Ghost struggling and empathizes more than Simon will ever know.

Anyway!! I'm glad you enjoyed the fic!!

#ghoul speaks #i love talking about this fic so much

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Hi!! I just wanted to say first off that this is such a cute idea! I don’t usually do a lot of requests/asks but i could not pass this up!

-My name is Lara Lowry, I use she/her pronouns!

-I’m short (like 5’1”) and I have dark brown curly hair. i’m half irish and half nigerian so i look kinda mixed. i have really dark brown eyes that kinda just look black unless you’re really close or in the sunlight lol. i have olive skin, im kind of pale rn cause it’s winter!

- I am an ENFP-A and my enneagram is 2 if i remember correctly. i love very hard and get attached very quickly! my love languages are quality time and physical touch i think. I am somewhat outgoing but i love to be at home a lot too. I’m a cancer so im very emotionally charged and i wear my heart on my sleeve.

-i play the flute and piano, im in the wind symphony and orchestra at my university and i love it, but i also love to draw so im an art major! i enjoy theatre and singing. i love to write as well, i just wish i could be more motivated to do so. one of my dreams is to be a mother honestly and make a beautiful/loving home for my family!

-i really love a partner that is sort of grounding for me, like someone who can be my rock. (i am very codependent which is bad ik but definitely one of my flaws.) i love someone who is classy and gentleman like! i think chivalry is very attractive! i can be a little crazy sometimes cause i have ADHD so i also like someone who can be my calm counterpart but also be fun and crazy with me sometimes! ok this is very telling but i LUV gingers, they’ve always been my type. i also love me some scrawny white men lol.

-my b.o.b faves are definitely winters, liebgott, guarnere, webster… in that order :) so i would love to be shipped with any of them but honestly i love them all so i don’t mind!

i’m so excited for this and thanks! :D



Aaaaaa thank you so much for the request love!! 😁🥰

I ship you with…

Joe Liebgott!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - I Was Born to Love You by Queen

How y’all met

Ok so you were in Paris studying art and one day you were just vibing in an outdoor cafe doing some sketching

Liebgott was out with Luz and Webster just vibing on their weekend passes

Turns out they were at the same cafe!!

So you noticed the three of them hanging out and being Adorable so of course it’s sketchy sketchy time

You do this gorgeous picture of the three of them that just really captures the playful energy and happy vibes they were giving off

But Joe noticed you looking over and immediately is like wow she’s heckin cute

So he tries to catch your eyes every time you look up and he does a couple of times and just gives you THAT SMIRK YOU KNOW WHICH ONE and he can see you blush from his table and just thinks you’re SO CUTE

Joe decides to excuse himself for a second and saunters over to you, like, he needs to talk to you or else he’s gonna explode

“Couldn’t help but notice your pretty eyes kept looking over” he smooth talks as he takes the empty seat at your table

Before you can respond he sees your drawing and is just like

Jaw drop

Joe just drops all of his flirty smooth talking and in a sweet, honest voice, “you drew that? …that's how you saw me?”

Sweet boy just goes kinda quiet while staring at your drawing but he quickly snaps back to his senses, albeit a little frazzled

“Um, I’m Joe,” he says politely, stretching out a hand to you

Long story short he got a weekend pass to Paris any time he could and wrote to you every day

Lowkey you’d always put a little doodle on your letters back to him and he’d never admit it but all week he’d be looking forward to your letter and see what you drew this time

How he knew he loves you

So it’s one of the times when he got a weekend pass and y’all are having a picnic in the park just vibing and having a lovely time

All of a sudden a baseball comes rolling over to y’all and you notice a couple of itty bitty kids have started running over

You pick up the baseball and hand it to them and they start to apologize but you’re so sweet and they’re so stinking cute they just laugh and say thank you before running back to their game

Joe was sitting back watching the interaction and all he could see was you with a bunch of little Liebgotts

It just kind of hit him, he doesn’t want anybody else, you’re his person

As you’re coming back to sit down he takes your hand and just pulls you into his lap

Before you can protest he plants a soft, sweet kiss on your lips

“I’m in love with you, doll”

You can barely hear it but it still brings tears to your eyes

And you knew you found your person

A conflict and how y’all resolved it

So it’s after the war and you were back at home doing some sketches

It’s around the time Joe is supposed to be home but he’s still not home??

Finally you’re about to go to bed and Joe walks in the door

“Hey love! Long day at work?” you say, trying to mask your worry/relief as you give him a welcome home hug

“Yeah, something like that,” he replies half-heartedly as y’all go back and get ready for bed

This happens three more times in the week

You never get to see Joe, and when you do see him he’s too tired to talk

Not to mention the Intrusive Thoughts start happening

He can’t be seeing someone else…right?

So it’s finally the weekend and Joe has the day off

Or so you thought

You’re up and making coffee when Joe makes his way out

“Hey babydoll I’m gonna go try and get a few fares in,” he says casually, about to give you a goodbye peck on the cheek

Except all the worry and loneliness just kinda boils out of you

“Joey I haven’t seen you all week and now you’re picking up cab shifts on Saturday!?”

“Well I was just trying to make us some extra cash…”

“We’ve already paid our bills this month! Besides you could at least take today to be at home!”

The air is heavy while the two of you just stand there quietly

Joe has an anxious look in his eyes, looking everywhere but you as his hand comes up to the back of his neck

You notice and tears start welling up

“Tell me there isn’t someone else,” you’re barely able to make out without a sob accompanying your words

Suddenly Joe’s expression completely changes

His eyes immediately meet yours with shock and concern

“Baby is that why you think I’ve been out every night?”

You stay quiet and look down at the floor, unsure if you feel silly, embarrassed, frustrated, or some combination of the three

“Oh sweetheart…” Joe immediately comes over and wraps you up in a warm, tight hug

You let a few sobs escape as you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him

“You know I’d never do that to you love, shit there’s no one out there that even begins to compare to you,” Joe tells you in a quiet, sincere voice

“Then why have you been going out so much?”

Joe pulls away from the hug and looks down at the floor, almost appearing embarrassed

“I wanted to surprise you… I’m saving up for your birthday present.”

And you just ???? “What could you be getting that could need you to work so much?”

“I just always saw how you looked at pictures of Ireland and how you always say you’d like to go somewhere on a vacation…”

“Joey, are you saving up to take me there?”

“... I was saving up so we could fly first class and get a nice fancy hotel, you deserve the best…”

Now you start sobbing again but for a whole new reason

Joe looks at you again with concern when he hears you start crying again but you just take his face in your hands and give him the biggest kiss ever

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”

He winds up staying home that day ❤️

Your Happily Ever After

So y’all get married after the war and you move to San Francisco with your mans

You have twin girls who you both love to the moon and back

Your family is just as you pictured it and so much more - like it's so clear to everyone how much all four of you love each other

Every weekend you, Joe, and your girls are in the park trying something new

One weekend Joe is teaching them to ride bikes and helping them up when they fall

The next weekend they’re showing you the flowers that they drew cuz they wanna be artists like you

At the end of each day after you put the girls to bed you just sit on your couch with Joe and lean your head on his shoulder and life couldn’t be more perfect

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all always do family costumes for Halloween and it’s the best thing ever

One year you were superheroes

You and Joe were Superman and Wonder Woman and the twins were Batman and Robin

Another year you were Cruella and the three of them dressed as dalmatians

Nothing compares though to when the Easy Company Reunion fell on Halloween Weekend

So, unbeknownst to Joe, the three of you dressed as his friends for Halloween

Of course you dressed up as Webster

And the girls just begged to go as Uncle George and Uncle Joe

The only ones smiling bigger than Joe were Luz and Toye when they saw their mini me's

Joe keeps the picture from that Halloween in his wallet and another copy in his cab visor

aaaaaaaa this was so much fun to write!!! Thank you again for the ask Lara and for your patience 🫠 !!!!

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #band of brothers fanfic #ask #thicccqueyoongimin #hbo #hbo war #easy company #joe liebgott #joseph liebgott #my writing #emily shut up

[astroluvr]

A Trip Around the Sun and Right Back to You

summary: (college!) jack’s birthday stirred up quite the commotion, and despite how much he loves being the big man on campus, he misses his corner of the world- even if he isn’t supposed to

a/n: here’s an impromptu college!jack blurb! its my first writing in a while, so pls have mercy on me lol! it’s a little long, and probably taps out from the plot a little, but i hope you enjoy!!! i’m welcome to any thoughts on the college!jack au given that there isn’t much lol.

warnings: mention of drugs (just weed), college party, brief allusions to smut (but not explicit, ik and i’m sorry)

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The world was his oyster, but today the world was just his. The lines of the circle he drew around himself seemed to grow blurrier and blurrier each semester. It was harder to tell who had squeezed themselves in by pushing people over, and who had genuinely earned their place.

It seemed that lately he was an excuse to throw a party, or at least a ticket into one. The guys on his championed soccer team never got as much attention as him, and were almost slick with how they managed to use Jack to get it.

It never occurred to him just how loud it was all the time until he met you. And Jack hardly liked to think of himself as meeting you, in some weird way. Saying that he met you felt like he was referring to some cross of fate, and he absolutely does not want to think about why he thinks of it that way when it comes to only you.

Either way, you were on his mind, and he kept looking at the text message you sent him bright and early in the morning.

Good morning, birthday boy ☀️🧁 Hope your day is wonderful!!

He had stared at that text for at least fifteen minutes before responding to it. The only person who has beat you to the well wishes was his mother- even room mates were late on the draw.

It didn’t upset him, though, he knew that world goes on and people had more things on their mind than telling him happy birthday, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel nice.

As he stood in the middle of a party in full swing, he found himself staring at the messages between you. A year ago today, he wouldn’t have expected a sweet message from you, but instead a raunchy picture as a gift. He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

“Hey, Jack!” A familiar voice sounded, making his floating fingers slide across the screen, and he turned around quickly, faced with Evan, a friend of Urban’s. “Happy birthday, man.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, and Evan clapped his back before shoving something in his pocket with a wink.

It didn’t take long for Jack to gather what it was, and he only shook his head before throwing it in the middle of a smoke filled circle. People were generous enough to slide him all sorts of baggies all night long, and even more so to supply the party with drinks for free.

He wasn’t sure if he was ungrateful or if he was just reaching an age where he questioned the intention and meaning behind those ‘gifts’, and he did not like that he might’ve been approaching such questions during college.

A month or two ago before your place in his circle became less solid, he wouldn’t have questioned anything for a second.

“Jack!” He finally heard your muffled voice through his phone speaker and he stopped short in the kitchen. The call had been going for at little over a minute now.

“Oh, shit, Y/N!” He said into the speaker, rushing out into the yard where only a few people were scattered across the yard.

The air was thick and humid, but it also cooled him down from the heat of the party that radiated into the night. He shoved a hand in his back pocket before clearing his throat.

“Hey, did you mean to call me?” You asked, and he was envious of how peaceful you sounded. He could imagine that you were just getting home from work, and fresh out of the shower.

That was his favorite time to see you, and he was only allowed the pleasure a couple of times before.

“No. I-I mean, yes. I mean, fuck, I meant to text you. I just slipped and called.”

“Oh,” you giggled, and Jack swallowed. “Why are you texting little old me in the middle of your bash? You should be in bed with three other girls right now.”

He wanted to laugh because he knew it was a joke, but he also knew that it meant you thought he had the capacity to even think of any other woman.

“You’re the only one.”

And he didn’t specify- and for once, he didn’t feel the need to add a fine print. He didn’t need to say the only that he was sleeping with, or going out with, or even friends with. He didn’t need to, not because he didn’t feel the need to explain his sex life with his tutor/fuck buddy, but because there was no defining category.

“Next time I see you, I have a gift.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” you hummed, and he could hear you adjusting in bed. “But you’ll have to get it soon.”

“Come over. Bring it to me. Both my gifts.”

“Both?” You laughed, and Jack bit his lip. “What makes you think I like you that much? What do you think this other gift is?”

“You.”

The sexual innuendo wasn’t clear in his statement. He wasn’t sure if the gift would be your presence itself or having sex with you, and he didn’t want to dwell on which would be his preferred.

“I don’t want to crash your party.” You mumbled, a teasing lift to your voice that almost made Jack groan.

“It’s not crashing if it’s my party, and I’m inviting you.”

“Jack, we both know…” you trailed off with a laugh, and he nodded as though you could see him.

It wasn’t his party, and you would be crashing, and it was all Jack’s fault. He always tossed the mention of parties like this around, and made you feel like you wouldn’t fit in before you even had the chance to. He had driven you away because he was scared of what he felt. He had removed the wrong person from his circle, and now it felt like he was struggling to make room.

“Just come through. I’ll wait for you at the door, and we can hang out.” He could practically see your face screw into uncertainty.

“Jack, the gift really isn’t that nice, and I’m not really in the mood to-“

“This isn’t about the gift, and this isn’t about fucking. It’s just about seeing you tonight. On my birthday.”

You sighed and bit your lip before looking down at your boy shorts and oversized shirt. “I’m not coming dressed up.”

“Good.”

You were over at Jack’s in less than fifteen minutes and the party was pouring out of the house. You knew better than to try and park anywhere near it, so you parked a little bit across the street, away from a lot of the commotion.

You were only in sweats and a hoodie that you pulled on over the clothes as you tried to blend in with everyone. You hated the parties, and you were suddenly grateful that Jack tried to keep you away from them.

You finally found Jack on the front porch, all alone and crowded at the same time. You pouted at the sight. He was only in a pair of sweats similar to yours and a nicer hoodie that he had tugged over his pretty curls that caught a little bit of light from the full moon.

“This isn’t the birthday suit I was expecting to see.” You murmured, walking up next to him and pulling him from one trance into another. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great. Just wanted… a break, I guess.”

You hummed, wanting nothing more than to just lean against the soccer team’s house and try to pretend that the smoke was a breeze.

“Let’s go inside.” he tugged at your sleeve, and you followed him, growing nervous as you entered the belly of the beast.

If anyone was sober enough to notice- which was maybe a handful do designated drivers too caught up in their own misery to give a damn, they might catch the way you tried to stay behind Jack’s tall figure that parted the crowd, and the way he put his hand out towards the bottom of his back for you to take. You wanted to so badly, but you felt that the consequences would sting. That you’d take it for more than it was.

Jack stopped short at a couch, tapping his friend’s shoulder as he split a blunt with a girl underneath his arm. You recognized Urban when he narrowed his eyes up at Jack.

“What?” He asked, and you tried to stay perfectly still, stay Jack’s little secret.

“Look, thanks for throwing the party, Urb, but I don’t want to have to clean this shit up, and I don’t want to hear a bunch of people until five in the morning.”

“Bruh,” Urban glanced at you and laughed, making you feel small. “Are you about to go study?”

“Just wrap it up in a little, Urb.” Jack shook his head, and led you back upstairs to his room.

Somehow, despite being able to feel the vibrations of the party, you couldn’t hear it as clearly. Jack’s room felt strangely unfamiliar as he took off the hoodie and revealed only a wife beater underneath before sitting on the edge of his bed and smiling at you.

“What?” You laughed, and Jack reached out to grab your waist, tugging you to the bed next to him. “You’re insane.”

“When do I get my gift?” he murmured, a smile plastered on his face.

The two of you had never kissed without lust or intention behind it, but right now, he just wanted to kiss your forehead and hold you close.

Jack wondered for a moment if he were going crazy. He racked his brain for when he had ever looked at you like this, and he didn’t want to believe it when he kept thinking back to the time you smiled at him when he got an equation right on the homework you were doing together.

“Here.” you reached into your purse and pulled out a cupcake in a plastic container that was a little bigger than normal ones. It had white frosting and its wrapper had little soccer balls printed.

Jack chuckled when it was in his hand and you crossed your arms against your stomach. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Well, I told you it wasn’t much. I mean, I had to get you something. We’re friends, of course- not just friends. Not that we’re more than friends, but I felt like I had to-“

You were interrupted by Jack’s impulse, feeling his lips against yours. You didn’t expect it to deepen the way that it did, but a flurry of want blew through you.

In a heartbeat, you were on his lap, forgetting that you told yourself you’d put your feelings aside for tonight, just be friends with him tonight. You couldn’t stop yourself from placing your hands on his shoulders and letting him place his own hands in the waistband of your sweats before breaking away to look at you.

“You want to?” He questioned, and you nodded, biting your swollen lip. “Thank you for my gift, sweetheart.”

You shuddered at the pet name. Usually, when he was calling you out of your name, it was ‘pretty girl’ or ‘baby’, and that was only when he lost himself within you.

Your mouth parted at the words and you smiled tenderly, trying not to smile or think too hard. “You’re welcome. I’m sure you’ve already had cake, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”

Jack thought to the edible brownies that a candle in it- which was from Urban and probably one of the most thoughtful gifts he’d received. But it wasn’t pure. It wasn’t just a cute gesture or something that was just sweet. It was nothing like that, it was nothing like you.

“Nicest gift I’ve gotten all night, sweetheart.” he mumbled against your neck, sucking a nice bruise that made you moan and cling to his bare shoulders. “Well, a close second.”

||

By the time Jack finished with you, it was no longer his birthday and he found a sketchy plastic knife in his room- which took him several minutes of trying to convince you was fine, to cut the cupcake in half.

Now, you were sitting in his bed against the headboard in one of his tee shirts and boxers eating a cupcake. The party was still going strong, and he had yet to receive a text asking him where he’d gone.

“Thank you for this.” He finally said, and you turned to look at him with a soft smile.

“We do this all the time.” You laughed, and before he could argue or clarify, he realized that you were right.

Every time you two stopped studying to fuck or make out, you would always either leave to go some diner or find a random snack and eat it together. He wondered if it just became an old routine or meaningful ritual.

“I mean for spending my birthday with me.”

“You’re welcome.” You said as if you had given him nothing of importance. “A trip around the sun is no easy trip.”

And with your words, Jack made another circle. He hardly had to make room for it. In the middle stood you and him, right next to each other, unnoticed by the rowdy crowd.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow au #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #college!jack #eeek!!!

[callmemrskenway]

Not me running to the ask box after reading all your stories ( love your writing , your really talented!!)hcs imagine Macaque and spiderqueen fighting for there reader attention who always been kind to them much to Sun Wokung who trying to retire and keep an eye on MK friend who somehow gets involved in mayhem alot, and so our sweet awesome villain due ,who tried to one up another only for all three of them to fall for each other much to Sun Wukong dismiss who job just got harder ;)

GJWKGJEJGJ, ANON, I WILL KISS YOU THROUGH THIS SCREEN. THANK YOU, THIS IS ALL I'VE EVER WANTED. I didn't know how to fit in that Wukong story line so I didn't add it in but I do hope that this is okay!

look at them, my beloveds, I'm so sjgkejfjr-

- You meet the Spider Queen first before you meet Macaque and at first, she kidnaps you to use you against Monkie boy and while she hates to admit it, you were very...charming.

- Obviously you were scared out of your mind at first but at the same time, it's not like you're blind. You look at her, entranced by her appearance, and then she notices you staring and snaps at you asking: "What are you looking at!?"

- "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to stare! Its just that MK told me the Spider Queen was a horrifying she-beast but you're...you're gorgeous." You managed to speak out, absolutely flustered.

- She's shocked and she's flustered and after a little while, she let's you go. 'You're too distracting' is her excuse but it doesn't stop her from sending her spiders to check in on you and tell her how you're doing.

- You even visit her, remembering how she guided you out, mostly because you wanted to thank her for letting you go (yeah, no, she was confused by that logic too) but you also brought some of Pigsy's noodles with you to share with her and her henchmen. Since you felt bad they had to abduct people if they were hungry but also, because who doesn't love Pigsy's noodles?

- She's a bit of a tsundere with her feelings but you know she doesn't mind you hanging around her since Syntax, Goliath, and Huntsman tell you how she looks forward to your visits and how saddened she gets when you don't.

- Now enter Macaque, who you obviously meet when he pretends to train MK. You catch his attention because it's very clear you're one of the people "holding MK back" (aka, making him harder to manipulate because you remind him of who he really is) so you have to go.

- He gets closer to you, being friendly and absolutely welcoming but then the closer he gets, he slowly but surely starts to realize that he does enjoy you. He enjoys being around you, he enjoys seeing you smile because of him, he enjoys experiencing all the love and care you have to offer.

- Then he gets exposed of course and you're mad at him because, um, not only did he lie to you but he was gonna hurt your friend.

- So now that we established how you both meet, let's establish the rivalry and how it goes.

- During Macaque's manipulation of MK, you started spending less and less time with your Queen. Not that she cares! Like she said before, you're awfully distracting but eventually she sends in Huntsman to track you down and see why haven't visited in a while she she's not exactly happy when she finds out that someone else is stealing her little butterfly's attention. She'll ask about if you're "hanging out with someone new" and when you tell her all about your cool new buddy, Macaque, she already knew how you felt but it still makes her jealous.

- Meanwhile Macaque followed you to her lair disguised as the shadows and he knew that the Spider Queen felt the same things he felt for you. He could see it in her eyes, in the way she spoke to you in that smooth sultry voice, and how she batted her beautiful lashes at-...You get the picture, basically, Macaque is annoyed because someone else likes you and he won't have you taken from him!

- So his betrayal puts him at a disadvantage because you go to the Spider Queen to find comfort in her and you surprisingly get it, she validates your feelings and holds you in her arms as you talk about how you were stupid to trust him and she shyly tells you that it wasn't stupidity, it was kindness, and that he took advantage of it. An answer you didn't expect but an answer that gave you some comfort.

- But now, Macaque's gonna have hell to pay because he upset you so she'll confront him herself. It wasn't really that hard to find him because he had been keeping an eye on the both of you and also wanted to exchange a few words with her.

"Leave them alone, chimp." She growls, absolutely livid with the simian that stood in front of her so nonchalantly. Leaning against the side of her cave, Macaque only chuckled, which sent goosebumps down her skin.

"Sorry, it's just...You're a lot smaller than I expected without your mech." He hummed, sounding teasing and playful. The Queen, however, kept her composure and glowered at him, "I said, stay away from them. You're nothing but a danger to my butterfly."

"Like you're any better, your majesty." He shot back, "but don't worry, I wouldn't put them any danger. If anything, they need me to protect them from it."

"Ha! They don't need you for anything. They have me!"

- At the end of the confrontation, it becomes evident and clear that they both won't stay away from you and that in order to keep the other way, you have to chose one of them.

- Spider Queen has a bit of headstart compared to Macaque, who has yet to earn your trust, and she becomes more openly affectionate to you.

- However lately you've been getting gifts from a secret admirer, they show up on your doorstep with beautiful love notes to go along with them. Your heart jumped in your chest when you thought about it being from Spider Queen but when you mention them and she looks frustrated and upset, its very clear that it wasn't her.

- NO, BUT YA'LL, WHEN I TELL YOU THE SEXUAL TENSION IN THIS DYNAMIC IS THICK ENOUGH TO CUT WITH A KNIFE, I AM NOT JOKING.

- Macaque saving you from a demon attack and asking if you're okay and you're obviously still mad at him but the softened expression and genuine concern on his face melts your heart.

- The way Spider Queen has become more affectionate with you to the point she has you sit on the arm rest of her throne or, when she calls you "good boy/girl/other" to praise you for something or when you do something nice for her, not to mention the gifts.

- Macaque trying to earn your trust and meet with you with MK and your other friends just around the corner, not really begging, but telling you to meet up with him at certain locations at certain times so he can try and regain your trust and "make it up to you" by taking you on what are essentially dates but you refuses to acknowledge them as such but you guys are literally hanging out at these beautiful places and talking and slowly becoming vulnerable with each other and he literally has a picnic.

- Both him and Spider Queen meeting up with each other to brag about their progress with you in each other's faces and totally not because they want an excuse to see each other.

- Basically, there's a lot of things happening and none of if it is straight.

- At the end of the day, I think maybe you've been put in a situation where you're in danger and the both of them need to come together to rescue you.

- And maybe they also realize they're not concerned about just you anymore but also their rival.

- So after that, they both confess their feelings to you once you're calm and you're in a safe location. Macaque's standing in front of you with his hands holding yours and telling you his feelings while promising never to hurt you again. Meanwhile, The Spider Queen is behind you with her arms wrapped around your waist in a comforting hug as she assures you that she'll make sure he'll never get the chance if you accept her feelings as well.

#THESE WENT ON FOREVER IK BUT ANON THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT THANK YOU #I WAS GONNA QUEUE THIS BUT YPU KNOW WHAT? #IT'S PRIDE MONTH AND I THINK WE ALL DESERVE ABOUT READING TWO HOT GOTHS PINING FOR US- #lmk x reader #macaque x reader lmk #Spider Queen x reader lmk #Macaque x reader #Spider Queen x reader

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Meant To Be (Jess Park)

Summary: jess showing her teammates the girl that stole her heart.

Warnings: fluff.

Note: big thanks to @putellas14 for making gifs with jess for me. you’re a life saver!

Today is going to be so exciting. I get to watch my girlfriend play a game live for the first time in a while.

I live and play football in London, because I play for Chelsea while my girlfriend, Jess, plays for Manchester City.

I have been playing champions leauge this week against Servette FCCF and I’ve got a stupid injury in that stupid game, so I can't play for like 3 weeks. I know it isn't that long, but I just hate not being there for my team.

Jess has been a great support. She calls me every morning and every night, asking how I feel and stuff like that.

She is literally the sweetest!..

We have been together for 8 months, but nobody knows that we are together.

We just want to be us, before telling anyone.

Of course, our family knows, they can see how much we love each other.

Jess and I’ve been friends since we were kids. We went to kindergarten and school together.

Our parents and literally just everyone from our family could see how much we loved each other since the beginning.

They have always said that Jess and I are the perfect love story, which I found pretty cute.

Now, back to the start. Today I was going to watch Jess play against Reading.

Reading is not a bad team, but they are not as good as Manchester City, so I think the game is going to be very exciting.

I have thought about how I could not be seen by the paparazzi, but the plan is not going the right way.

I’m walking into the stadium and many are taking pictures and videos, so I had no choice to stop and talk a bit with them

"Why are you in Manchester when you play for Chelsea in London?" an interviewer asked.

“I thought it would be a good way to use my free day,” I answered.

“Are you supporting Man City or Reading?”  

“I just want it to be a good game. Excuse me, I have to go now” I said, walking away from the cameras.

When I finally came into the stadium and found my seat, I saw that the players were warming up.

I tried to find Jess and there she was, kicking the ball as the great football girl she is.

I’m feeling like a very proud girlfriend right now.

She then saw me staring and waved at me, even with a little wink and smile.

I just laughed at her and waved back at her.

She then went back to warming up and I began to talk with a few of the fans, which was very nice.

Some even wanted a picture which I happily accepted.

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The players were now walking in on the field and my eyes felt on my girl, of course.

We made eye contact and just kept staring into each other's eyes, smiling.

Then the game had to start and my girl literally just scored 3 minutes into the game. 

THAT’S MY FUC- oops sorry, I mean yeah, that's my girl, I’m sooo proud!

She made a heart and then pointed at me, making me smile and blush.

I guess the paparazzi now know why I was in Manchester.

"That was a beautiful goal. You must be proud" the older woman that sat beside said and gave me a big smile.

"Yes. I'm very proud of her! She worked hard for it" I replied, thinking of how much we used to train when we were younger and how bad we were at football when we first started.

The days go fast…

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The game had just ended and Manchester won 3-0, so it was pretty good.

Jess had to be interviewed, because she was the player of the match.

She had a big smile on her face while she was getting interviewed. 

Then after the interview, she walked over to me and did something I wasn't really expecting.

She took my head in her hands and kissed me.

I smiled into the kiss. It was a slow, but sweet kiss.

We stopped kissing and then the crowd cheered.

"Hey. Are you coming down here?" Jess asked.

"Yep. Just need a little help" I answered and then Jess helped down and I landed on the field.

We looked into each other's eyes and then hugged.

I don't know how long we stayed there, but we hugged for some time.

Suddenly Jess' teammates were standing behind her.

I tapped Jess on the shoulder and then she turned around to meet the faces of her teammates.

"Is that you girl?" Alex asked.

Jess took her arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Yes. She is my girl” Jess said proudly and kissed my cheek.

I blushed and looked down.

"Aww" all the youngsters said.

"How cute. Young love" Ellen said with a proud smile, even with a little sniffle.

"Our children are growing," Jill said dramatically.

"Every little second" Steph said and ended the funny mom scene.

I have just met them, but they all seem like very lovely people!..

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#woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #gxg #jess park #jess park imagines #jess park imagine #jess park x reader #mancity #manchester city #manchester city women