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pablitosgf · 9 months

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𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 ! — jb05

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — jude bellingham x fem!reader

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ! — in which you surprise jude with a special vacation.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — nothing!!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS! even before i posted on this blog. so i hope y'all love it. btw i wrote this before he turned to the big 20 thats why it says 19. <3

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ! — writing

As you sat in your office chair, you couldn't help but smile as you thought about your anniversary with Jude. You had met him back in grade 11, and now he was a professional football player while you were studying to become a pediatrician one day. You had always wanted to have children, but of course, not at the moment. You and Jude were only 19 and had graduated high school a year ago. However, you had it all planned out – from engagement to marriage, pregnancy, and kids – for the future.

But for now, you needed to focus on finding the perfect anniversary gift for your beloved boyfriend of four years. You didn't want to give him something too basic, but you knew that he had always wanted to visit the Bahamas. Unfortunately, with his hectic schedule, there had never been a good time to make the trip. As you brainstormed ideas, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the time you had spent with Jude so far and excited for all the adventures that lay ahead for the two of you.

"That's it!" you exclaimed, a grin spreading across your face. "I'll surprise him with plane tickets for a week in the Bahamas. He has the whole next week off, so it's perfect timing." You couldn't wait to see the look on Jude's face when you told him.

With the apartment to yourself for a few hours due to his training, you quickly went to your laptop and booked a flight from Dortmund to the Bahamas. As you clicked "confirm" on the booking page, your heart raced with excitement. You knew that this trip would be a lifetime experience for the both of you, and you couldn't wait to share it with Jude.

After printing out the tickets, you headed to the store to pick up a fancy box and some accessories to go with it. As you were putting the finishing touches on your surprise, you heard the doorbell ring. Your heart racing with excitement, you ran to the door to greet Jude.

"Baby, you're finally here!" you exclaimed, barely containing your excitement. "I know we were supposed to exchange presents after our date, but I just can't wait any longer."

Jude raised his eyebrows, intrigued by your eagerness. "I can't wait to see what you've got for me," he said, leaning in to give you a light kiss.

You took his hand and led him to the box you had prepared, a huge grin on your face. Jude looked at you with a mix of confusion and anticipation as you urged him to open it. "Just open it," you said, barely able to contain your excitement.

Jude eagerly unlatched the box to reveal the tickets inside. At first, he looked confused, but as he examined them more closely, his eyes widened in disbelief. "What is this?" he asked, his voice filled with astonishment.

"You're joking, right?" he exclaimed, unable to believe his luck. But as he looked at you and saw the excitement written all over your face, he knew that this was real.

“You've always talked about how much you wanted to go," you said, smiling at him. "So I thought, why not make it happen?"

Jude's response was immediate - he wrapped his arms around you and began showering you with kisses all over your face, murmuring countless "thank yous" in your ear.

“You're welcome, my love," you said, feeling your heart swell with happiness.

You woke up to an enthusiastic and energetic Jude. "Come on, babe, get up!" Jude exclaimed, pulling your arm. You groaned and tried to resist, but Jude's excitement was contagious.

"Ugh, I'm too tired. Let me sleep," you complained, sinking back into the bed.

"No way! We have to get ready," Jude insisted.

"I just wanna sleep…" you muttered groggily.

"What did you say?" Jude asked, looking confused.

"Nothing," you replied, shaking your head and trying to shake off your sleepiness.

You posted a story on your Instagram and now you were sitting at the gate, waiting for the plane. You let out a sigh of boredom, and Jude noticed. "Hey, do you want to play chopsticks?" he asked.

You looked at him quizzically, "What's chopsticks?"

Jude was taken aback, "What?! How do you not know what chopsticks is?"

You just shrugged, which earned a loud puff from Jude.

"Fine, I'll teach you," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. He explained the rules and how to play, but you made snarky remarks here and there, calling it "boring" and "not fun." Jude being Jude, responded with a sassy retort.

As Jude turned his head to you, he exclaimed, "We're actually here!" His lips barely missed yours as he spoke, and you couldn't help but smile at his excitement.

"Of course, my love," you replied, returning the almost-kiss with a soft one of your own. "I'm so happy we're finally here in the Bahamas together." You intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the warmth of his hand as you headed towards the exit, eager to start your week-long adventure in paradise.

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sebastianstansqueen · 1 year

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You can write where reader and bucky are in love from college or high school and bucky prefer more mob/mafia and reader is not happy 😑 but then he proves she is the light of his life. This is my first request please write something on this🙏🙏

Title: All I want For Christmas

A/N: Tell me what you think, feedback is always appreciated, if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,521

Warnings: Pissed off reader, Bucky Fucks up, Bitchy Mother in law, fluff, Smut, I think thats it. Happy Holidays

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You and Bucky have known eachother since highschool, the two of you slowly but surely developed a romantic relationship in college, but something he failed to let you know that his wealth comes from, being the son and aire of a mafia empire, from Romania. When you’d found out you were pissed that he hadn’t told you, and you didn’t like the fact that you fell in love with the aire of the Barnes family. But for the most part of your current three year marriage you tried to keep his business out of your love, and away from you because you were a law major, and in fact were a lawyer and you lucky were great at keeping secrets. Bucky’s family on the other hand, didn’t like you for the fact of you being a lawyer but Bucky chose you over them which wasn’t something that usually occurred in a family like his.

So the morning of Christmas after opening two of your gifts, you woke up fully naked and alone, you looked to the right where Bucky usually slept and there was a little letter waiting for you. You looked though and read it, rolling your eyes with a huff. “Of course.” You got up and into your pajamas that were taken off the night before. You made your way down stairs, and found a large gourmet breakfast waiting for you. Walking into the kitchen you told the staff that was in there to go home to their families for the day. “What the hell, Bucky.” You spoke to yourself. Back in the dining room you made yourself a plate of the delicious looking food.

Bucky was gonna have to pay you back big time for this one, working on your favorite holiday, the biggest holiday. You couldn’t explain how irritated you were with your husband today, and all the gifts you bought each other sat there under the tree untouched.

Bucky sat uncomfortably in the large chair knowing you’d want to kill him, after this one, first missing the morning with you, along with holding you back from opening presents, and making you go to his parents house for the family Christmas party. But he did have the cook’s make a great Christmas themed breakfast, and if he could just finish this, he’d be home in no time.

Hours you’d been waiting hours, simply watching christmas movies as Alpine stat on your lap puring. “Are we gonna kill daddy when he gets home?” You asked the cat, she simply meowed in response.

The door opened, you glanced over at it, and in walked your husband in a suit, you shook your head. “I’m in deep shit aren't I?” He asked.

“You got something right today.” You scoffed.

“Look I had some stuff to do and I was supposed to come home, way before you woke up, and then time and things I had to get done dragged on and so I called the cooking staff to make you breakfast, and now we can do gifts.” He offered.

“Christmas isn’t about gifts, it's about spending time with your family, and I like spending time with my husband, even if I have to get dressed up later for a Christmas party his family wants to do, it’s to spend time with him.” You said with irritation. “And you made people work on Christmas, what are you scrooge?”

“I’m sorry, looke Y/n, I didn’t mean to.” He promised. “I know I owe you big time.”

“Damn right you do.” You answered.

After opening the gifts both of you shared to each other, some meaning full others just for the hell of it. “Am I forgiven?” Bucky asked.

Later that day you got ready for the Christmas party-more like a gala- you got into a red strapless dress with a sheer overlay and simple white heels, you did your hair and make up to perfection, and you were ready to go, Bucky stood at the bittion of the large staircase admiring you. “You look gorgeous.” He said.

“Thank you.” Your red painted lips pulled into a smile. “You look handsome, but you still aren't forgiven.” The two of you walked out to the car, and got in.

“Y/n, how can I get you to forgive me?” He sighed as he sat next to you.

You shrugged. “No clue, we’ll find out together.”

The two of you walked into the party together, all of Bucky’s family was there, along with lots of friends, you saw Natasha, and walked up to her automatically, she smiled and hugged you. “What's up?” She asked one of her red brows arching. “Usually you're stuck like glue to Bucky's side, when it comes to being at his parents.”

“He’s fucked up.” You shrugged.

“What did he do? Steve will want to know.” Natasha smirked.

You shook your head. “He was missing this morning, because he was working, and then he has the kitchen staff working, and I get that it could have been important, but it's Christmas, I mean, it's a day to spend with family and friends.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “Do you want me or Steve to do anything?”

“No, me not forgiving him is already tormenting enough for that man.” You laughed softly.

You and Natasha talked for a while, but she was pulled aside by Steve to dance, you let her go, you weren’t about to stop her from having a dance with her husband, you stood admiring the room with a glass of champagne in your hand, when your mother inlaw decided it would be just a great idea to talk to you. “Y/n, how have you and my son been?” She asked.

“Just peachy like it has been since college, and now our three years of marriage.” You smiled, sweetly.

You noticed her jaw was clenched. “That's just amazing, you know he’d fight tooth and nail for you especially since he did completely go against what we waited for him.”

“I’m sorry, that he wanted actual love, over a contractual one.” You snipped.

She rolled her eyes. “What I’m actually here for is, you and James aren't getting any younger, when am I and George going to get a grandchild from the two of you.”

You scoffed. “When we're ready to have a child.” You shook your head walking away from the grumpy old woman.

Bucky came up and pulled you aside, leading you through the house, to his childhood home. Stopping in the bedroom that was his in highschool. “What are we doing here?” You asked.

“I think you know, let me show you how special you are to me.” He spoke softly in your ear, he started to slowly kiss at your neck unzipping the dress you wore, he admired your body, his eyes taking over your naked form, he brushed his fingers through your hair, he pulled off his tie. “We gotta keep very quiet, as pretty as your moans are, I don’t want everyone to hear them, I am a jealous man after all.”

“Is that so, you're kind of encouraging me to be loud.” You smirked.

He shook his head and led you to the bed, he kneeled down in front of you his thought, slowly gliding across your folds, your hands combed through his locks of brown hair, as greed took over you. You wanted more, and so he gave you more. “Oh my god!” Your head fell slack, meeting the mattress, he kept his attack on your cunt with his tough, he slowly swirled it around your clit, adding to fingers inside you, as he made sure to show you that he loves you, and lusts over you.

He kept one hand on your hip, he felt you start to buck against his fingers, as you moaned out. He hushed you. “Do you need the tie in your mouth?” He smirked.

You looked at him. “Just fuck me already.”

He smirked, undoing his belt undoing his pants he let them fall to the ground along with his boxer and shirt, with his shoes he climbed on top of you and slid slowly into you, he started to thrust in and out of you, he placed the tie into your mouth as a means to keep you quiet, he gently choked you, he fastened his pace, moved against him. “Fuck Y/n, you feel amazing.” You said something that was muffled by the tie, he felt you cum, on him, his release soon followed, he removed the tie from your mouth. “What did you try to say?” Bucky asked.

“I ‘forgot’ to give you your final gift this morning.” You smirked, grabbing an elongated box.

“I don’t need another watch, you gave me one already today.” He told you.

You shook your head. “Just open it.”

Bucky removed the lid of the box, and found a pregnancy test. “Your-” He was shocked.

“We fuck like bunnies, this was eventually going to happen.” You laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. Both of you got dressed once again, and made your way down stairs.

#bucky x reader #christmas #christmas bucky x reader #mob au bucky x reader #mob! bucky x reader #mob bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader mob au #mob bucky x reader #mob!bucky x wife!reader #mob!bucky x reader #mafia!bucky x reader

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wttcsms · 7 months

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Amber, I'm back to yell at you!!!! I'm literally dying over Most Noble what?! Its sooo good, i literally took a deep breath while my eyes watered cause of that ending! Oh to be in love with Sir Nanami 😍 He really is too much, the way he wants the mc so much, it gives off enemy to lovers vibes, with a lot of slow burn! Its so good the way I gasped when i read it on AO3 cause it said chapters 1/1 😭 No, its too good, YOU'RE the reason i even love Nanami so I refuse to believe thats it for them. But also thank you for that, it was such a good read the pining got me right in the feels i had to take a moment for myself to calm down. Please don't say its over 😭

Moving on lols, the way I read Balancing Act this morning! I wanted to scream, and I'm in no way a morning person but that one woke me up! Gojo being so self assured, I love that for him. The way you wrote the whole crew working for Gojo and Getou! Nanami saying that Getou is just like Gojo but would give himself 6 months instead KILLED ME!!!! Also just Nanami, and his whole work is shit rang through my head when you said he left then came back 😭 Just the way you wrote them all is soo good, the interaction between Gojo and Mc oooomph absolute genius! Utahime and Gojo friendship! Personally that little bit got me hook line and sinker cause i dont ship them 🫠 Finally that flashback of them as teenagers in high school!!! Yes queen him falling in love and not realizing it but also i loved that the mc ruined what i assumed would be his year of just fucking around! Its god tier I know im going to add this to my list of comfort fics!!!

hi hi, i was waiting til when i was less busy so that way i could give this lovely msg a proper response!!! as always, i love love love hearing ur thoughts and seeing u in my notifs makes me so happy, like kicking my feet and giggling happy because ur such an amazing reader and i love hearing ur thoughts on my work.

first of all, even w/out me, u would have fallen for nanami bc that's just the type of man he is. most noble was so fun to write purely bc i didn't have a set plot line in place, i just let the word vomit spew all over my docs and clicked post on tumblr. that being saidddddd, i am always open to revisiting our princess and sir nanami bc the fun part in writing mutual pining is the eventual getting together. like all fairytales, they are so gonna have a happy ending <3

im so happy you've read balancing act because for me, it's such a fun project and a way for me to not so subtly vent out any pent up feelings i had towards my experience in working in banking in nyc BAHAHAHA. i think workplace dynamics are so fun to write as well & i really wanted to incorporate just how blurry boundaries are within the field but also how close knit they truly are because most of the time, you see your coworkers more than your family and your significant other and it's hard not to become friends or something more (it's either that, or u all hate each other's guts LOL). geto and gojo would not be besties if they weren't both absolute menaces, i stand by that. utahime + gojo are lowkey MY dramione HAHA, and so i always like to write them in some type of relationship, whether that be platonic or romantic. they def squabble like siblings in this fic + it's going to be so much fun writing them in a diff light than i normally do (what's up for debate is whether or not i hint towards nanami x utahime :O) nanami found out that working in academia is JUST AS TOXIC as industry, so he's back bc, hey, at least he gets paid hella money, but we'll explore more nanami lore in balancing act once i decide on his exact role in the fic muahahaha.

thank you for always reaching out with your thoughts on my writing and just to chat in general, it means the world to me <3

#no emojis bc my MacBook is broken and i am paying a stupid amount of money to get it fixed and i regret just not buying a new one #so for the time being i have been using my old MacBook Air from 2015 LMAO #where r the emojis on this thing

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pixiecaps · 2 years

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I remember like, the first time I saw you. I hadn’t recognized your pfp, and after seeing it a few times on my dash I decided to click. After scrolling a bit, I came to the realization I had followed you on accident (something that happens plenty to me). I usually would’ve unfollowed, but you seemed just interesting enough for me not too. A few months later, I’m surprised when you follow me back, especially since I don’t make original posts, and am not ranboo-centric.

Nowadays, you’ve managed to become one of my favorite mutuals. I always get giddy when I see you in my notifications, and 90% of the time I make note to see what post you liked and/or reblogged. It’s the “I’m getting a good grade in reblogging, something that is both possible to achieve and normal to want.”

We aren’t close mutuals, though I definitely wouldn’t mind it. I’d love to send more asks, however I’m horrific at carrying conversations and also have some social anxiety that makes me nervous. I also don’t want to intrude, as previously mentioned we aren’t close mutuals, and I don’t want to be pushy or annoying, haha. And I would start by responding to some of the posts you make that expect responses, but I don’t refresh my dashboard enough to see them in time. And I don’t know if it’d be appropriate to ask for a discord, which I’m better at checking, because I know it’s usually used for friends.

All in all though, you are funny and witty, and I often to stop and read your posts when otherwise I’d scroll. I like your opinions when you do decide to get serious, and despite some non-common interests, you present them in such a way I can easily engage in anyways. I wish you lots of love and luck, take care of yourself, and keep your chin up, king!

(P.S. sorry for the rlly long message whoops, I hope I’m not too late to send this.)

helllooo anon i think this was for the ask game:0 im sorry i didnt see this hours ago im pretty sure you sent this around the time i went to sleep but yes hii hello!!

“interesting enough” LETS FUCKING GOOO. okay! i usually follow back people i’ve seen around a lot on dash or urls i recognize in my notifs!! i must have recognized you:)

thats so sweet thank you i appreciate it😭 also wanna thank you for sticking around the idea that you’ve grown to rlly be fond of me after accidentally following me is heartwarming

ah dude don’t worry about. look i started this blog because i had horrific social anxiety and my irls were encouraging me to make new friends!! so even though i was shaking and wanted to throw up (that bad ik) i started posting and slowly but surely it wasn’t as scary anymore. it takes time so you can take your time dont feel pressured to interact if you dont want to. that being said i don’t mind if people who arent “close mutuals” send an ask or dms me. you become a close mutual by doing these things ya know😭 oh!!!! you can ask for discord too!! all mutuals are allowed to :) i however suck at holding conversations too so be aware of that lmao

AW TY!! ehehe you like my takes🤭 genuinely though i try to stay away from discourse or serious topics cus it may come off intimidating and thats the last thing i want to come off as but im glad whenever i do make a few posts like that you found it easy to engage:) i will! i am trying my best to take care of myself and for u i shall hmmm i was gonna say go outside but i already have plans to do that so it’d be disingenuous. i’ll just drink a lot of water today 👍 omg have u ever noticed theres no water bottle emoji on ios. i wait every update to see if they added one but nope. i would use that emoji so much…

anon congrats on getting the award of longest ask ever sent BAHSJD i woke up and saw this and my eyes popped in a good way

( also adding this after i posted this. i know anons dont usually like their own asks to stay hidden so i need you to know you seem lovely:D )

#pix asks aaaa #anon #long post

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definitelynotgideon · 26 days

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This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

AN/ Okay guys so, as I move forward with writing these, I need to address a couple of things. First - I don't mention Genya and Gideon's age in this fic, but they'd be considered young adults in my stories.

Second, when I was writing this chapter I struggled with how it'd be perceived in full. I wanted to be mindful of my audience here and considered posting it with warnings and marking it mature, but I've instead made an abridged version for Tumblr specifically. The full version will be on my Ao3. Just to say, the full version includes them making out but there is some stronger/more mature theme present in the writing, even if it isnt explicit. I'll link the full version in this post for those who would like to read it.

As I continue to write, if anything seems to be stronger in mature theming, i'll be either posting a clean version on tumblr that doesnt take away from the main storyline or I'll be posting the chapters back to back if one can't be abridged. either way, I'm continuing the story here just wanting to be sensitive to my readers.

CW: Cuddling in bed 😱, strong language, Gideon mentions nudity. I'm pretty sure thats it for this version.

{For the Ao3 Version, click here. CW: includes mature themes in naration, makeout session. Not Explicit.}

Word count: 1,058

The Demons We Face | Chapter 13, Beautiful

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They were silent as they shared touches, kisses, smiles, glances into each other's eyes… and then Genya asked a question.

“Have you ever… felt this way about anyone else?”

Gideon blinked and looked thoughtfully into his eyes. “What do you mean by ‘this way?’ Like, attracted?”

“Yeah. Have you been attracted… maybe like, attracted to someone who also liked you back?”

Gideon woke up first the next morning. He was secured in Genya's arms, pulled snug to his chest. Gideon had become a teddy bear.

And Genya was asleep asleep. Exhausted from his mission and traveling, and finally able to fall asleep comfortably, he was catching up on very needed Z’s. It also didn't hurt that his bed companion was warm, and that he felt safe with him nearby.

Gideon didn't mind, he rested with a small smile on his face and cupped his hand over Genya's. It was peaceful to feel his pulse so close, the rising and falling of his chest and the warmth of his breath on his neck.

But there was just one problem that arose about ten minutes later. Gideon was trapped, and had to use the restroom.

He… tried lifting Genya's arm up and off of him so that he could wiggle free of the bed, but Genya pulled him closer with a small groan.

Damn it… there was no way he could get out without disturbing Genya's slumber. He tried one more time to squeeze his way out of Genya's grasp to no avail. He huffed.

“Genya…”

No response.

“Genya, Hun, let me go…”

Genya pulls Gideon closer to his chest and groans softly.

“Baby…”

Genya playfully wrapped himself around Gideon like an octopus might. He grinned as he hid his face in Gideon's neck. “Never~”

“But I have to pee,” Gideon whined.

“Not allowed. You're not allowed to leave. Not after you called me ‘baby.’ You done fucked up~”

“...Genya I swear to all the gods, I will pee on you if you don't let me up-”

“All of them huh?”

“Genya!”

Genya chuckles and finally unbars his arms so that Gideon can actually move. “Fiiine~ hurry back though.”

Gideon all but ran to the bathroom once he was freed. Shutting his door so Genya could rest in privacy, he made his way down the hall to relieve himself.

Meanwhile, Genya buried himself in Gideon’s bedding, stealing his pillow to clutch and just feeling incredibly high in spirits. Gideon’s room smelled of the lavender he had gotten for him, mingled with what the top of his head smelled like within his sheets.

He called me ‘baby’… I… never thought I would like pet names honestly.

Gideon didn't take terribly long, and he came back in quietly to the sight of Genya hiding in his blankets and clutching his pillow. He paced over to lay down again, facing Genya this time and giving his face a few soft kisses.

“Good morning,” Gideon cooed, shuffling himself closer as Genya wrapped his arms around him again. He stuck his leg between Genya's and wiggled into place, jade eyes resting on amethyst ones.

“Morning, cute boy~” Genya said, making Gideon blush. Before he could hide his face fully, Genya inches closer to kiss his warm cheeks.

They were silent as they shared touches, kisses, smiles, glances into each other's eyes… and then Genya asked a question.

“Have you ever… felt this way about anyone else?”

Gideon blinked and looked thoughtfully into his eyes. “What do you mean by ‘this way?’ Like, attracted?”

“Yeah. Have you been attracted… maybe like, attracted to someone who also liked you back?”

“...No one has reciprocated my feelings previously. I've found a few men in the corps attractive, but… I've never really gotten close to anyone like this…” He smiles and sneaks his arm around Genya's waist, “You and I… I think what we have seems unique. Our time together stuck in my mind and I hoped to the gods that I'd see you again. I thought about you every day. I regretted not kissing you. I've not felt this way, this strongly, for anyone else.”

Gideon’s heart was still racing. It felt as if it would never settle, even though it had in certain spurts.

“Have you? Have you felt attracted to someone who liked you too?”

Genya shrugged. “I think I'm similar to you but… you're the first boy I've found attractive. Otherwise… I like girls too. They're… so pretty and soft. I've had crushes on girls before and then… and then you…” he blushed deep and averted his gaze.

“I hope that's okay. I… I think I'm bisexual.”

“Why would it not be okay?” Gideon cooed to him, gently lifting his face. He looked at him adoringly. “Genya, it's okay that you like girls too. Just because I only like men and you like men and women, it doesn't change the way I feel about you in the slightest.”

Genya exhaled, relieved, and nodded to him.

“Besides I know I'm very pretty so, I win against the girls you looked at before~”

Genya chuckled. “You are a very pretty boy,” he hummed.

Gideon playfully winked at him and bit the tip of his own tongue. “And you're adorable, and insanely attractive. What kinds of descriptors would you prefer me to use for you? Do you like being called handsome? Or would you prefer things like gorgeous or pretty?”

Genya looked up to the ceiling in thought. “...I'd be okay with any of those. Whatever you'd like to call me.”

Gideon smirked. “Don't give me an open invitation to whatever I want, Genya. I'll find very unhinged things to call you.”

Genya returned the smirk. “You will huh? What army are you going to come in with to back you up?”

“Just me and my hammer, baby~”

Genya snorted and laughed. He sat up in the bed as Gideon did the same, swinging his legs over the edge to stand and stretch.

He twisted his body mid stretch and made little stretch sounds, looking at Genya as he relaxed again. “...Wanna go sit on the engawa with me? Drink a morning cup, chat, and then go eat breakfast?”

Genya smiled, his mauve eyes resting delicately in the forests of Gideon's eyes. “Sounds like a plan. We getting dressed?”

“Nope. I prefer to scare everyone with my nude body first thing in the morning, or blind them with how porcelain white my legs are at a minimum.I enjoy scaring all of the citizens-”

“Gideon,” Genya laughed around his name. “I meant pajamas or uniforms.”

Gideon grins big. “I know.~” he hands Genya his outfit off of his desk chair and he moves to his closet to dress himself.

#genya shinazugawa #gideon azulyss #genya x oc #genya x gideon #demonslayer oc #demon slayer #kny oc #kny #demon slayer fanfic #fanfic #ao3 #kny gforce

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swtki · 3 years

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Boss - C.D

Pairing: CEO! Cedric Diggory x Intern! Fem! Reader

Summary: You fucked your boss, thats it.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of copulation, About a five year age gap (reader is 23 and Cedric is 28), alcohol.

A/N: not me just now posting this

When I was informed that my intern application had been accepted, I was ecstatic. It was my dream to work in the Aurors office, to fight the evil trying to destroy our way of life. Naturally, I went out drinking the night before - which granted, wasn't an amazing idea in the first place. I planned to have a few drinks, then grab a taxi for home. The tall, lean, brunette man sitting next to me was a later addition to the itinerary.

"Drinking to forget the demons, or celebrating?" he said, swirling his whiskey.

"Excuse me?"

He smiled, "It's just that usually people only come to a bar when doing either of the two."

"Oh," I turned my body towards him, "Celebrating, I suppose.". He smiled and nodded, taking a slow sip of his drink. "And you? Which is your reason?" Upon further inspection, I noticed he was dressed in a suit, but had taken off the jacket.

"Demons, I've lived a long time. Seen a few things."

"You can't be more than thirty, and obviously you do well for yourself. Businessman, perhaps? A wife, kids, a brilliant car?" I questioned.

"Not even close," He scoffed, "Twenty-eight, I've had the most experiences with near death than anyone you'll ever know. I live in an average flat, I don't own a car, nor do I have anything resembling a wife or kids." I sat there quietly. "So, what is it that you're celebrating...." he signaled as if he were asking for my name.

"Y/N, I start my internship tomorrow."

We talked for the rest of the evening, and he invited me to his flat. It eventually led to me waking up next to him in bed at two am, and blindly stumbling to my own home. Usually, one night stands weren’t my forte; Cedric was different. I didn’t know his last name, but I knew how he sounded - how he tasted.

My heels clicked on the linoleum floor of the ministry, I would start off in the office, filing for aurors and such. Even to assist them was an honor. My smile was wide as I entered the well lit office. A woman rushed by, her cup of coffee floating a few inches behind her. She saw me standing there, rather misplaced and stopped.

“Can I help you dear?” she said with a raised brow.

“Yes, I’m Y/N L/N, I’m the new intern.” The woman’s face relaxed.

“Ah- yes we were just talking about you! I’m Macy - I work in the same department as you actually. Come along, lets see you to your station.” Macy strutted away as I quickly followed behind, only stopping once we reached a small wooden desk in a separate room.

“This,” She pulled the chair out and motioned for me to sit, “Is your desk - its right next to the library so you can put together files more easily. My desk is over there.” She pointed her long red fingertips towards a decorated space; While mine had absolutely nothing, hers had pictures and intricate pens. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “they didn’t put your typewriter over here - lazy bastards.” With a swish of her wand, she brought me a slightly rusted device.

“Thank you, Macy.” She smiled and we started on my training. What to put wear, when to drop off the files, how to drop off the files, and so on. I looked at the clock as it struck five, the time flew by so fast that at first I thought it was broken.

As Macy and I walked out of the office together, I saw a fairly large office, blinds drawn down as much as possible. “Hey, whats that room there?” I pointed.

“Oh - thats Mr. Diggory’s office. I guess a case must have been rough, haven’t seen much of’m today. Probably meet him tomorrow, just needs to reset ‘s’all. “ I nodded and kept up with her, stopping once we reached our respective transportation.

As I walked in the next morning, I noticed someone blocking the door to my department’s office. He was tall, lean, slumping against the frame as if this were a solicitation friendly area - it wasn’t.

“Excuse me, I’d really like to get to my desk can you maybe-“ He turned around and with him my entire universe shook. It was him, it was Cedric. He stepped aside, not giving me the faintest of recognition that he had in fact been inside my guts only a few days before. I quietly walked in, my entire body feeling cold and stiff. I couldn’t quite place the feeling; Was it embarrassment? Hurt? I wanted to know so I could eradicate it.

The days passed and I succesfuly managed to avoid being alone with him. If we weren’t alone we couldn’t have the “talk”. I thought I was safe until I decided to stay a bit later than usual, packing up my stuff just as the last person had left, or who I thought the last person was.

I looked up when I heard three solid yet soft knocks on the door. My jaw went slack as I saw who it was.

“Got a minute?” he asked.

“I suppose…” my voice was quiet, why was I so nervous in front of him? He walked over to the desk beside me and leaned on it.

“You haven’t talked to me since - since that night. I woke up and you were gone, I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Well - maybe it would have been for the better, Mr. Diggory-“ He leaned forward slightly.

“Please, call me Cedric when we’re alone. I want you to be my equal when in private. And no, I don’t think it would have been for the better. You- you’re brilliant you know?” I hummed in response. “Y/N, I want you to be more than a subordinate. I want to take you to dinner - to do all the parts we skipped before.” I bit my lip, hesitantly.

“I need to….I need to think on it.”

“Right.” He said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. A pit formed in my stomach, had I just rejected him on accident? Was it possible my soul mate stood a few feet from me and I was in the process of fucking it up? He dropped his composure a bit. “Well, I’ll be off then. Have a lovely night, Y/N.” He said my name so well, so smooth. Like the night we first met, he was so natural yet so put together. He turned to walk out of the door, not hesitating for a small second. My thoughts ran wild with every step he took away from me.

“Fuck.” I hissed under my breath, opening the door and walking out to the hall as fast as I could. I spotted him - waiting for the lift. “I don’t,” He looked up from the floor, “I don’t have anything for tea tonight - plans I mean. I’d like to take you up on that offer.” My hands grasped themselves, thumbs twiddling as I saw him smile and start to laugh.

“You,” He stepped closer to me, leaving the tile where the lift was located, “Sure like to make this hard for me.” He lifted my hand to his face, leaving a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

And thats how I became the girlfriend of Cedric Diggory, the man who won the Tri-wizard tournament. It turned out, I had in fact been standing next to my soulmate the entire time.

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somebitchobsessedwiththerat · 2 years

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what are we? - matthew tkachuk

gif made by me!

paring: matthew tkachuk x fem!reader

warnings: lots of swearing, drinking... and ofc, lots of fluff <3 let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 3.8k+

this isnt edited + lowercase intended. enjoy <3

***

you were laying on the couch, entangled with matthew, resting your head on his chest, head moving in sync with his breathing as he had an arm wrapped around you, hand placed on your stomach.

matthew was your best friend, you had known him

and his family since basically the day you were born.

your family had been friends with the tkachuks for years. growing up as neighbours sort of forced you guys to see each other everyday. every saturday you had dinner with the tkachuk's. that was usually held at their place since they had the bigger backyard, yours was taken up by a large shed.

with the dinners, came movie night. that was the saturday tradition. dinner outside if the weather would cooperate and then movies inside right after clean up.

anyone who would look at you and matthew would think you were dating. that wasnt the case though, simply just best friends. normally best friends wouldnt cuddle like how you and matthew did.

you two were obviously in love with each other, everyone could see it... except for you two. whenever someone would bring up the idea you and matthew would simply laugh and say something along the lines of, 'we are best friends. thats funny.'

however, matthew was so deeply in love with you and he knew it.

matthew had realized his not so small crush on you when you guys were nine and you showed up to christmas eve dinner in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. ever since then matthew has been 'head over heals' for you.

"this movie is boring." matthew leaned down to whisper in your ear. keith had picked the movie as usual. keith's movies weren't the best... nobody ever liked them.

but as your mom says, "its not about the movie, it's about the bond."

you hummed in response to matthew, you were not paying attention to anything as you were slowly drifting in and out of sleep.

matthew made you feel safe. protected. laying with him was your biggest comfort, and your personal favourite thing to do.

you and matthew had your fair share of breakups, you especially. of course, matthew was always there for you. always being the shoulder to cry on, the person to rant to. he was your person.

back in 2016 when he was drafted to the calgary flames, saying goodbye was honestly hard for both of you. you went from seeing each other every single day since you were two years old, to only seeing each other on christmas and during the off season. (or if the flames were playing in St. Louis.)

of course, you and matthew couldn't go a day without talking. facetime and text became your main communication source. your brother swore he saw you on facetime with matthew more than he saw you do anything else.

somehow, you had gotten a job up in calgary. when you had gotten the call, you freaked out. literally. you had been apologizing to the lovely lady on the phone for fifteen minutes after your little freak out. very embarrassing but it was very worth it, knowing that you could go back to seeing your best friend everyday in person.

when you moved to calgary, you stayed at matthews apartment until you settled into an apartment of your own about a month later. work is where you met your roommate, avelina.

you met avelina your first day of work. you two talked for an hour then clicked instantly. avelina moved in with you months after you became close.

avelina is very aware of your friendship with matthew. considering hes always at your place and your always at his. she respects the friendship, she doesnt get jealous, or she doesn't try to force you to hang out with her. she knows her boundaries.

***

it was 12 in the afternoon when matthew finally woke up. that was probably due to the fact that last night after the big win against the oilers, the team had gone out to celebrate. matthew had come to your place absolutely hammered. so, you let him stay the night.

"good morning sleeping beauty." you teased as he groaned, plopping himself into the island chair.

"why am i here?" he asked with lots of confusion in his face.

"you were that drunk, huh?" you laughed handing him a glass of water, taking the seat next to him. he had his hands on his face, rubbing his eyes.

"my head is fucking pounding." he whined, laying his head on your shoulder. "dont let me drink without you again."

you laughed and rubbed his back. matthew had no self control when it came to drinking and partying, obviously. he just liked to have fun.

"where's avi?" he questioned keeping his voice low. if avi were home she'd be chirping his ass. they had a 'love hate' relationship. she would probably say something along the lines of, 'dumbass cant handle his liquor.' then laugh at him.

"she left for work a little bit ago. you just missed her." you explained, he let out a quiet 'thank god' and lifted his head.

"you look pretty." he said trying to avoid the fact that his head felt like it was going to explode. a light shade of pink covered your cheeks.

"thank you." you softly replied. "i uh, i have to go into work soon so i just threw something on." you rambled, matthew would complement you all the time but this time you felt flustered. why?

"oh, when do you have to leave?"

"in like 10 minutes. you okay to drive home? you look like you're gonna be sick." you chuckled getting up out of your seat.

"can you drive me? i feel like im going to pass out." he asked with a small smile.

"yeah come on, and put a shirt on or something jesus matthew!" you joked shoving him into the hallway.

two minutes later, matthew came out in new sweatpants and his flames hoodie that he thought he lost. "my hoodie has been here the whole time?"

you looked at him with innocent eyes. "what! no way!" you played it off as if you had no clue. you wore it once and never gave it back.

"you stole it, didn't you?" he laughed.

"well technically i didnt steal it. you let me wear it." you told him straight up.

"i called you and asked if you had it. you told me no. last time i checked, thats stealing." he spoke slowly as if you didnt understand.

"oh shut your trap, tkachuk. get in the car."

***

work was long and stressful. you couldn't wait to leave. all day your boss was piling work up for you to do. you couldn't do it all, you were only one human and the workload was way too much. all week you've been overworked and you were extremely underpaid. you're usually not one to complain about workloads, but that was over the limit.

it had been a long day and you just wanted to cry. when you're stressed you just feel the need to sob. as soon as you got into your car you pulled out your phone and pressed on matthews contact.

tkachukles 🤍

you: matty, can i come over? long day.

tkachukles 🤍: yeah of course

you: okay ill be there in 10

***

you had shown up to matthews house 10 minutes later on the verge of tears. when he had opened the door you immediately threw your arms around him, letting a few tears fall. he accepted the hug and rubbed small circles on your back.

"its okay, its okay." he coed continuing the rubbing motions.

after a minute of that, you let go of each other and headed to the couch. "talk to me. what happened." he asked with a lot of concern. its not everyday you show up at his door step crying.

"work has been a pain the fucking ass." you sighed bringing yourself closer to matthew, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, rubbing your arm.

"ive been so stressed out matty. adelaide's workload is becoming way too much, and i hate to be that person who complains about that shit but its too much. im working all fucking day and doing way more than i should be. and this is gonna sound super shitty and ungrateful but im not getting paid enough. i'm struggling matty." you ranted, by that point, tears had been streaming from your eyes and your whole body had been shaking. matthews concern had also gone up a lot.

matthew was a very good listener, he never judged or interrupted. when you were talking, you were his main focus. now that could either be because hes so damn in love with you or because he is just a good person. maybe a mix of both. matthew let you talk, and honestly you liked that more. he knew that. sometimes you didnt want a response, you just wanted someone to listen.

"i dont know what to do. if i quit, i dont make any money, and i might have to go back to st louis. but i also dont want to be miserable." you started again, taking deep breaths.

"y/n, this has been going on for way too long." he lowly said. "you cant be this stressed out."

"but i feel trapped, like there is nothing i can do about it." you told him. matthew was really the only person you opened up to. from years of being betrayed and lots of trust issues, matthew was the only person who never let you down. you trusted him with everything, and he trusted you. he could read you like an open book as well.

"its okay." he whispered when he noticed your breathing speed up again, squeezing you closer to him. "its okay." he repeated again, and sometimes thats all you needed to hear.

when you had calmed down, matthew had put on a movie. johnny, a teammate of matthew's and his roommate wasnt home... if he was home, he would be teasing you and matthew all night as he always.

you and had matthew had been in that same position you were in when you first sat down, blanket added because you were freezing. the entire time, matthew was wondering to himself, 'what is this? what are we?'

***

you ended up staying the night at matthew's, you were tired and didnt want to drive home. you let avi know you were safe at matthews, as she figured.

you entered matthews kitchen in sweatpants and one of matthews sweaters. johnny and matthew had been standing around by the fridge.

"ooh y/n's here?" johnny smirked, "when did she get here?"

"got here last night johnnycake. after work." you explained as you saw his smirk grow larger. "i was here because i broke drown, shithead."

"oh." was all he said. johnny was most likely the person who was most hoping for a relationship between you and matthew.

"hey make sure you actually give that one back." matthew said pointing at the sweater you had been wearing.

"i will. i will!" you put your hands up in surrender. "do one thing wrong once and all of a sudden your personality is formed out of it." you joked slouching your shoulders.

"wow look what you did chucky." johnny joined in, "made the poor girl sad."

"shut up johnny," matthew slapped the back of his head.

"poor johnny. always picking on the little guy." you announced going to wrap your arms around johnny from behind. "im almost as tall as you!" you then announced, johnny and you had always messed with each other.

"that just means your also short, dumbass." johnny scoffed, shoving you off of him, causing you to erupt in loud laughter. matthew watched you and johnny interact. johnny knew matthew had feelings for you and would never go for you knowing that information. but a part of matthew always felt there was a part of johnny that had feelings for you. johnny of course didnt, he could never do that

"matty, stop sitting there like a sad child and come here!" you called him over, "see, hes so tall! what the fuck did chantal feed you?" you asked staring up at him, matthew was 6'2, which to him, didnt seem that tall.

"i don't know. im not tall, you two are just short." he shrugged.

"wow matty, thats mean." you fake frowned, johnny subtly left the room, it was easy to when you guys were together. its like nobody else was in the room.

"where the fuck did johnnycake go?" you questioned when you realized he had been gone. matthew shrugged.

"probably went to his room. maybe hes on facetime with avi." matthew smirked. johnny had a huge 'crush' on avelina.

"asshole!" johnny called out from his room, matthew chuckled and then pulled you into a hug.

"how you feeling?" he asked, keeping his voice low and gentle.

"ive been better. last night was just the initial response i guess." you mumbled into his chest.

"good." he whispered.

"awww look at you two cuties!" johnny squealed like a 13 year old girl, pulling out his phone and taking a picture.

"johnny i swear, go away." matthew waved him off, johnny left the room, killing himself laughing. "i need a better roommate." matthew scoffed as you two pulled away.

"take mine." you joked. "all she does is talk about johnny, we should trade roommates."

"oh i'll gladly trade." he smiled, "get johnny out of here."

you stayed for another hour or so until you decided to leave. avelina wouldnt stop spam texting you to get home.

avi <3

avi <3: come home bitch

avi <3: i miss you

avi <3: i have newssssss 😉

avi <3: leave your bfs and come home to your bestie!

avi <3: she misses you!

you: okay calm down lmao im leaving matthew's rn

avi <3: finally gosh… love youuu 🤍

***

"whats this news you needed to tell me?" you announced walking into her room without warning.

"okay," she breathed out, "i like johnny, like really like him." she spoke quickly.

"oh yeah i knew that." her smile turned into a confused face. "yeah, its really obvious."

"wha?" she whispered, cheeks turning bright pink.

"you and johnny like each other and its super obvious." you repeated, slower and louder.

"no i heard what you said it's just- wait, johnny likes me?" she asked perking her head up.

"uh... yeah, it's obvious." you chuckled. her face turns even brighter. "go for it." you winked at her, she smiles but quickly turns away.

"bitch stop hiding your dumb smile." you teased, "now go ask the shortie out!" you demanded in a joking tone.

"okay okay, im texting him right now asking if i can come over." she laughed, you were so happy to see avelina happy. she deserves it.

***

instagram

johngaudreau03: aw look at these cuties! 😁

tagged: matthew_tkachuk, y/n_l/n

matthew_tkachuk: dude i thought i told you to delete this

johngaudreau03: matthew_tkachuk oops sorry chucky boy ❤️

y/n_l/n: johnnycake i swear

johngaudreau03: y/n_l/n im sorry did i do something wrong?

***

“johnny fucking gaudreau, delete your post right now!” matthew yelled at johnny entering his room.

“i’m good.” johnny smirked, laughing at matthew like a little kid.

“youre an asshole.” matthew scoffed throwing a pillow at johnny.

“i know.” he smiled. “your girlfriend thinks so too. she’s spamming me right now. shes so pissed at me.” he giggled. hes enjoying this way too much.

johnnycake 🍰

you: johnny gaudreau delete that post right now or i swear to god.

johnnycake 🍰: why? its awesome! 😁

you: johnny delete it now or ill call you shortie for the rest of your life!

johnnycake 🍰: you already do 🤨

you: oh god johnny youre so annoying

you: why wont you just delete it

you: i dont care how annoying i’m being right now

you: matty and i aren’t dating, i dont want people to think we are

johnnycake 🍰: people already do! now stop spamming me im trying to sleep 🙃

you: at 1 in the afternoon?

johnnycake 🍰: yep! i need my beauty sleep. bye now.

***

“saw johnnys instagram. so cute!” avelina teased as she sat with you on the couch.

“im going to kill your boyfriend.” you muttered, mostly joking.

“oh come on, hes not that bad! it was cute.” she defended. “he just loves you and matthew together. even though he knows you aren’t even actually together.” she explains.

“that bitch acts like a child.” you laughed, “why cant he act like a grown ass man?”

“because hes johnny.” she chuckled in response. “speaking of johnny.” she started.

“tell me!” you squeaked moving closer to her.

“well, he asked me out!” she squealed all excited, she hasnt been this happy about a date since she went out with her college girlfriend at 20 years old.

“see! i told you! did you say yes? please tell me you said yes!” you spoke quickly, you were very happy for her.

“of course i said yes!” she smiled. “god im so excited.”

“im happy for you ave, you deserve this bae.” you grinned pulling her in for a hug.

“you’re next.” she whispered holding back a laugh, eventually letting it out.

“what the fuck does that mean? sounds like you’re going to murder me.” you cringed.

“bitch i mean that matthew is going to ask you out next.” she slapped your arm. your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape.

“let that go, matthew and i and just best friends.” you spoke quietly. at that point, you honestly had no clue what you and matthew were, or where you feelings for him stood.

“i think you two are more than best friends.” she chuckled.

“what do you mean?” you questioned.

“well, for starters, the way he looks at you. he looks at you like youre the only girl in the room, looks at you with so much love. and the way he treats you. it says a lot. he treats you so well, so damn well. and let me tell you, best friends dont cuddle and hug the way you guys do. but, if you cant see it then, there isnt much i can do.” she explained to you. you stood there speechless.

did you and matthew have feelings for each other? did you feel something for him?

***

tkachukles 🤍

you: boo! im bored. entertain me!

tkachukles 🤍: youre always bored lmao

tkachukles 🤍: how can i entertain you today?

you: come over?

you: avi is out with johnnycake so im lonely 😔

tkachukles 🤍: i guess i can, but do i want to? 🤨

tkachukles 🤍: just messing with you

tkachukles 🤍: ill be over in 15 minutes!

you: yay! 😁

***

“im here!” matthew announced as he just walked into your apartment. “i brought monopoly too!” he added.

“monopoly? what are you 40?” you asked meeting him at the front door.

“nope but i am 24!” he corrects. “you used to love monopoly!”

“when i was seven, then i played against you. youre the worst to monopoly with. you always win.” you tell him taking the box of monopoly jr. “plus this is literally monopoly jr. i play this with my niece.”

“youre mean.” he frowned pulling his flames tuque off his head and threw it at you.

“says the one throwing hats.” you laughed at him, picking up the tuque and putting it on the counter. “dude did you just not do your hair today?” you giggled when you noticed how untamed his curls were. you loved matthews curls.

“why? does it look amazing?” he asked dramatically running a hand through his hair. “i tried my best.” he said with a huge smile.

“it looks fine, matty.” you said softly, for a second you and matthew locked eyes, his deep blue eyes locking with yours. butterflies were erupting in your stomach. why did he have such an effect on you all of a sudden?

he cleared his throat and looked away. “uh so, are we going to play or what?” he cheered.

“do i even have a choice?” you laughed.

“nope. but you asked me to entertain you, so that means we do what i want.” he cockily smirked like a 10 year old boy.

“okay brady.” you mumbled, he sounded like his younger brother brady.

“oh shut it.”

***

“i win! finally!” you exclaimed jumping up off the floor. you had finally beat matthew at a game of monopoly. for the first time ever.

“it only took you 17 years.” he chuckles. he smiled at you as you were so excited.

“what?” you asked when you noticed him staring at you.

he shook his head, “nothing, youre such a dork.” he laughed.

“matthew.” you spoke.

“hm?” he hummed in response.

“what are we?” you asked. yes it was super random, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. you had feelings for matthew and you knew it.

“what do you mean?” he questioned. he knew exactly what to you meant.

“what is this?” you asked again pointing at you and matthew. “because this isnt just a friendship and you know it, matthew.” you explained.

“i dont know. you tell me, y/n. ive been asking myself the same question for 10 years.” he spoke softly, standing up to meet your level.

you two got very close, you could feel his breath on your skin, inches away from each other’s faces. “can i kiss you?” he then asks. you nod your head, he dips his head in and presses his lips against yours.

the kiss was passionate, he suddenly pulls away. you frowned in confusion. “y/n. i dont want this if it isnt real. or it wasnt what you want.” he whispered.

“matthew. its what i want. its what ive wanted since i was 15.” you told him nodding your head. he smiled widely and pulled you in for another kiss.

when you guys pulled away, slightly out of breath, you both had the biggest smiles, butterflies going crazy in both your stomachs.

“if you were to tell nine year old matthew knew he was kissing you in your apartment at 24, he would slap you in the face and call you crazy.” matthew laughed.

“y/n, are you willing to be more than just my best friend?” he then asked with hopeful eyes.

“yes matty. i am 100% willing to be more than your best friend.” you smiled so fucking wide.

"i love you so much y/n. i have since we were nine." he spoke softly looking into your eyes.

"and i love you matty."

everyone was right, you wnd matthew tkachuk ended up together. nothing really changed, you still did everything you would normally, except now, you didn't hide how you would look at each other. and you definitely dont deny your relationship.

***

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prettypinkpuddles · 3 years

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Kinktober number 2 for Toji from jjk 🛐

That I can do! Luckily it’s the weekend and I have all the time in the world these days… hopefully.

Shower Sex with Toji

Fem Reader for this one… sorry!

♡︎𝙰/𝙽- 𝚂𝚘 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚄 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.

♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜- 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

⚠︎︎𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐- 𝚈/𝙽 𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚈 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Parties like this bored you. All you did was decorate your husband’s arm, drink fruitless cocktails, eat chilled meat on a spiced cracker and smile and giggle. But this wasn’t the party you were expecting, first one woman left her husband’s side, then two more, then you found yourself leaving, taking with women about anything you could think of. You were there all night, sometimes leaving to get a glass of champagne one of the waiters were carrying. You knew all the now wife-less men were watching you catwalk you way to the bubbly, so you’d put on a show for them each time, fixing your top, swaying you hips as you turned to walk back, or stop and look for something non-existent, making sure to show your chest, it’s was practically spilling out your v-line.

When you got home, you realized just how much you had drank, almost tripping over your own heel. You stopped on the entertainment floor, remembering you left your phone there.

“Hi, Gumi, Itadori…” You waved to the two boys, them playing on one of the many consoles in the room. Megumi turned and waved to you, and Itadori couldn’t even look at you, his ears red and burning. He squeaked out a simple greeting and kept as much focus on the game as possible. You giggled and walked back to the elevator, clicking for the bed floor. You found Toji there, and he seemed rather mad. He grabbed a drink from one of the mini fridges and sat in one of the chairs, flicking on the giant tv. You walked up to him, leaning over the chair, draping your arms over him.

“I’m sorry, but the girls were so interesting… I made so many friends! More than I do at the other parties…” You put on a sympathetic pout on but he wasn’t buying it. “I just wanted a change..”

You sulked off, slipping out of your heels and putting them by the balcony door. You walked out and rested on the edge, staining at the ant-like people on the oh so low street. You felt a pair of large warm around hug you in place, a gentle sigh coming out from Fushiguro’s chest.

“I know how bored you get… I’m sorry I got so mad. I just like showing you off to the douches there, thats all.” He mumbled, lighting a cigarette. He took a puff and blew out in the direction the wind was flowing so it would land on you. You playfully reached up for the thing and but he said no.

Toji doesn’t like when you smoke, he wants you as healthy as possible. You knew this but still tried to take the smoke he had, no matter if it was a cigar or weed.

You slipped from his grip, telling him to enjoy his cig, walking off to your maid’s room, seeing her fast asleep. She must’ve been in a huge panic to get everything cleaned, she was still in uniform, not under the covers. You giggled and let her sleep, walking to the elevator. You slipped off your dress, knowing Toji was watching you, but you ignored him as he stared bullets into your back, pushing the button for the bathroom floor. You slipped off your panties, putting them on the elevator floor and immediately dipping yourself in one of the hot springs. You let out a broken groan of relief, the stinging water kissing and flicking your skin, as you sat down you reached for a white cloth and close hair tie. You put your hair up as best you could without a mirror, slipping deeper in the water. You heard the elevator ding and saw Toji walk up behind you.

He swiftly joined you, settling next to you.

“This is sooo nice.” I love this damn tub.” You smiled, and he kissed your forehead, pulling you on his lap. You took hold of his hand, putting his hand on your ass. You put your head in the crook of his neck, dozing off as you listened to his heartbeat and his voice as he spoke of everything he saw at the party.

“Y/N, wake up, shower.”

You opened your eyes and giggled at him, get out the tub and getting in the glass shower. It was right in front of a mirror so you could see yourself, you ethereal you found yourself and you sighed; reaching up to one of the lavender plants growing at the top(the garden floor above you).

You grabbed the shower nozzle, spraying the suds off you, the water lingering over your lower half a bit too much. You bit your lip, keeping it there until a knock on the glass made you scream. You looked to see Toji, a smug smirk on his face and a towel wrapped around him. He hung the towel over the glass and stepped in with you, pulling you and himself under the running water.

“Water’s nice, huh?” You grinned and he pushed his lips to yours, putting down the shower nozzle. You began kissing down his neck, mumbling about how nice it feels to be in the shower after a pretentious day. You manage to get yourself on your knees, right at your destination. You planted yourself right under his dick; a perfect match to your liking, it just just the right size for you and always had a pretty clear bead of precum at its head when Toji got hard.

You licked the tip of it, wrapping your lips over it, swirling and twisting your tongue around it, slowing engulfing it until you hit the base. You let out a sultry moan, looking up at Fushiguro.

“You good down there? I can do it?” He asked, holding his hand on your head. You nodded, letting out a hum and he gripped your ponytail, shoving your head back and forth on his cock. You choked and gagged as little as you could, taking as many fluids down your throat as possible. He held you at the base at one point for a few good seconds, letting you get a good breathe before he continued his self pleasure with your mouth and throat.

He finally yanked you off, releasing himself down the drain as you caught your breathe. You quickly got back to him and waited for his loving cum, looking at him with a pouty, annoyed look when you realized what he’d done.

He chuckled and got on his knees, helping you stand and pulled you over his face. You bit your lip devilishly.

“Do that thing you did… that time we were in the kitchen, and you put that whipped cream on me, you tongue felt sooo- Ah~! Fuck….”

Toji began ravishing your cunt, stimulating every part he could at once. You tugged his hair, dipping yourself into his mouth until he began to suck on your clit, flicking it at rapid speed. You squealed like a pig, trying to push him off, but you couldn’t. His hands were firmly on your waist and lower back. He relented and let you go, standing back up and kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up and put you under the water again. He quickly slipped himself inside you, so the water wouldn’t wash all the slick away from your pussy.

“Ooh fucking… shit!” You couldn’t hold you moans back, sure the boys could hear you even in with Toji’s fingers around your throat. He pounded away at your sopping cunt, his grunt being drowned by the rushing water. He suddenly pushed you to one of the glass walls, still fucking your little hole and you began digging your nails into his back and shoulders.

“You wanna cum that badly huh?” He breathed and you shouted a yes as response. He chuckled, bucking his hips into you even more. You desperately wanted an orgasm, trying to match his thrust but it was futile; he put you down, turned you around and now you could see yourself. The mirror, you could see it.

You wiped the clouding fog away, able to see Fushiguro fuck the life out of you. The way your face contorted in pure pleasure, the movement of your fits, the slapping sound you could hear. Your eyes became hooded with lust, more languid, drawn out groans coming from your throat. Toji pulled you up to him, biting down on your neck hard, his fingers going at your nipples and clit. “Cumming! Fuck-!” You choked on your cries of pleasure, an orgasm flooding your veins with an overloading pleasure. You shook in Toji’s hands, falling limp as he turned to let you get rinsed one more time.

He peppered your face and neck with kisses and sucks, carrying you to the bed floor. He went into one of the room with colored lights, set you in the bed and changed the colors to a deep blue. He settled in and pulled you onto his chest, humming to make sure you weren’t knocked out already. You popped your head up with a hum of pure confusion, which made your husband smile.

“You were green the whole time, right?” He asked and you nodded.

Green was one of your safe words, you used them when you got into new stuff or some form of dangerous physical or mental play. There was Green to let Toji know you were fine and you were actually having fun, Yellow to tell him you were ok, just to make something a little less, like his roughness, grip or pace. Orange to tell him to stop or not do something anymore and Red to stop the play completely. You’ve rarely told him red, or yellow. You were mostly green because you loved everything you did with Fushiguro.

“Did you get my present in the elevator…?” You whispered.

“I did, of course you wore red…. It’s your go-to when it comes to those parties…”

“Well my dress was black, simple.” You grinned and put your head on his chest, slowly loosing focus in the conversation and drifting off to sleep.

Bonus

You woke to find a nice breakfast awaiting you, fluffy pancakes, melted butter with cinnamon, maple syrup, eggs with cheese, salt, and pepper, and of course bacon. You found a note folded up for you from Toji.

𝔾𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟, ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤

You smiled and ate your food, got dressed and went out to the other beds, seeing the boys passed out. You smiled at how contempt they were, remembering how cute they were together playing their game. Then you thought back to last night, how the elevator rang twice before Fushiguro met you in the bath… the pause in the rings. You recall how long it can take for the elevator to reach a floor, the distance of the entertainment floor to the bed floor. The bathroom floor was the floor two floors above the entertainment floor… so the elevator hit the entertainment floor befor picking up Toji. You tested your hypothesis, checking the elevator rings. You were right. You gasped, realizing one of the boys must’ve seen your little ‘gift’ before Toji.

You giggled of embarrassment for you and them, and of how funny it was.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro #fushiguro x y/n #toji x y/n #toji x female reader #female y/n #jjk x you #jjk toji #jjk smut #jujustu kaisen smut #toji smut #fushiguro smut #jjk au #dilf toji

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asmo-ds · 4 years

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hey could you do the bros and undateables reacting to an mc who makes dolls of their and when they ask mc about it mc jokes around and say like "i make dolls of the ppl i murder"

w/ Doll Maker!MC

- He finds their dolls interesting

- He has one in his study on his desk to “keep him company” that they made just for him

- When he asks them about why they make so many dolls and they respond with “I make dolls of the people I kill,” He is shocked

- It caught him off guard but he laughed it off

- He towered over them and said “Yet I’ve seen you make a doll of me,”

- “Alright u know what chicken boy-“

- When he sees how skilled they are at making dolls he gets excited

- He sells some for a little extra grimm

- One day he makes the mistake of asking why they make so many of the dolls

- “I make dolls of the people i kill”

- freaks out but plays tough

- When there’s a doll of him on his bed the next morning he cries and gives Lucifer his will

- He LOVES the dolls

- He asks MC to make a doll of Ruri-chan

- “I can’t, my policy is to only make dolls of the people I kill.” MC says with a straight face

- gets nervous and hides in his room

- When he wakes up and sees a Ruri-chan doll sitting on his gaming chair he’s excited but then he starts crying

- “MCCCC I CANT BELIEVE YOU KILLED RURI-CHANNNN” He wails VERY loudly

- He pays no mind to the dolls until he notices just how many there are

- “i make them of people I kill”

- He’s on the floor crying with laughter

- like mans is howling

- “MC I have an idea”

- MC tells Lucifer about the whole “i make them of who I murder” thing and then made one of him and left it on his bed the next day

- Satan and MC spent the day away from home to avoid Lucifer’s punishment

- Isn’t a fan of the dolls

- When MC hasn’t made any new dolls in a while he gets worried and lowkey misses the dolls

- Storms their room to ask them about the dolls onto to see they fell asleep nearly done with their newest addition.

- It was clear the doll was supposed to be Asmodeus and looking at MC’s rejection pile it was obvious they’d been trying really hard to get his doll to be perfect, but tbh they all looked perfect to him cuz MC made them

- Wakes MC up to tease them about the doll of him but MC is tired and grumpy so they decide to spit out

- “I actually base the dolls off the people I’ve killed” with a sickenly sweet smile

- is suddenly afraid of not only the dolls anymore, but MC as well

(this one is different bc I got a soft idea)

- He never knew why MC made so many dolls

- When MC explained they could see spirits and would make dolls that looked like the spirits for their spiritual energy to reside instead of aimlessly floating around in air and space

- Nearly cried bc thats so sweet

- A few days later he walks into his room and sees a doll resembling Lilith

- He realizes whats left of her spirit is in there and he cried and holds the doll close for the rest of time

- MC had a bad habit of pranking Belphie while he’s trying to sleep

- They often will leave dolls close to his face for whenever he woke up

- One day Belphie realized that he had never seen the same doll twice

- He asked MC why they made so many

- “They’re all the people I’ve killed”

- One time when fighting with him MC made a doll of them self and threw it at him and said “see doesn’t it feel good to have dolls of the people you’ve murdered!”

- When MC started leaving their dolls all over the hallways of the Demon Lord’s castle he found it very amusing

- He has a china cabinet where he keeps all of the dolls MC had left around

- When he asks why they make so many and they say they’re all people they killed he laughs hysterically

- Funniest shit he’d heard in millennia

- “If you made one of all the ones I’ve killed you’d be stuck at your little building station forever”

- As the Demon Lord’s butler it was his job to clean up the dolls MC had been leaving around the castle.

- “MC why do you do these silly things,”

- “I like to make dolls of all the people I’ve killed.”

- He chuckles with a smug grin

- “I was the one who had to do background checks on all our exchange students, I know you’d never even hurt a fly”

- He really likes them

- Tries to convince MC to make him voodoo dolls

- “No I can only make dolls of people I’ve killed”

- At first they stare at eachother in silence before they start laughing

- “I make pacts with people i kill when they become demons-“ “Solomon pleASE-“

- He adores MC’s hobby and finds it fascinating

- One day he made the bad choice of asking MC what inspired all the dolls

- “Oh! i base them off people i’ve killed.”

- he freezes and sits there sumn founded with his head in his hands for hours

- There was no way MC would get into the celestial realm considering just how many dolls there were

- had to be told it was a joke

- He LOVES the dolls so much

- Sometimes he bakes sweets to match the dolls for Asmodeus to take pictures for devilgram and Beel to devour it as soon as the shutter clicks

- When he asks MC what inspires the designs of each doll he bursts out crying at their response

- MC was doing the whole “shhh don’t tell mom hey it’s okay don’t tell mom” but Simeon was already behind them with a dark aura holding a knife

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#om! swd #obey me hc #obey me hcs #asmodeous #obey me beelzebub #asmodeus headcanons #obey me swd headcanons #om! headcannon #obey me headcannons #om! headcanons

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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honeymoon morning

Honestly I apologise in advance bcos this is pure sickening, god awful fluff. It’s shit bit fluffy af and warmed my cold heart of stone a little ahah. Kinda imagined that its actress!reader too, but doesn’t acc have to be (oh and for the purposes of the story also married Haz off to the readers best mate). On a real, really didn’t excute the idea the way I wanted but hey-ho. T x

Summary: the morning after the wedding and there are some beans to be spilt in between all the happiness

The best morning of her life. Y/n knew it would be just that. I mean, it already was - she woke up in the arms of the man she loved, that she could now call her husband forever and ever. Tom looked glorious; still asleep as he lay on his back, slightly tilted toward her side and his arm outstretched as if he was waiting for her to come back to bed and join him. Even unconscious, Y/n still wanted to please him in everyday possible so she did just as he wanted. Tiptoeing from the doorway on their ensuite, she pulled the cord of the white silk robe slightly tighter round her stomach. Before she lay down next to her husband, she smiled gently and pulled her still wet hair to one side, smelling like apples of the hotels free sample shampoos. As if rehearsed, as soon as she settled on the white pillows, ontop of Tom’s outstretched arm, he rolled almost ontop of her, throwing his other arm over her side and squeezed. Y/n couldn’t repress that little giggle his actions illicited, making the brunette around her groan and mumble something incoherent meanwhile pressing his head further into her hair.

Which made him pull back and slowly blink awake with a scowl. Her hair was still wet.

“Hi husband” She grinned, loving the way his scowl at being awoken morphed into this shit eating smile.

“My beautiful wife huh?” Tom tucked a clump of damp hair behind her ear before letting his palm rest on her glowing cheek and just staring into her seemingly ever changing eyes. No matter how many times he looked into them, Tom always managed to see something different and exciting in them. Something else to fall deeply and helplessly in love with.

“Yesterday was…”

“Everything.” Tom finished off for her, before pressing his lips to hers as she shifted to lean over him.

“Uh-huh. But now it’s today. Which means… you gotta get up!” She eventually got to the point, sitting up and therefore avoiding his second attempt to meet lips, once again making him pout.

“Is it too much to ask to just spend a day in bed with my wife?” His wife. Boy did that sound like music to her ears.

“Yes because everyone is waiting downstairs for us at breakfast!”

“They can wait there till tomorrow for all I care.” Indignantly, Tom closed his eyes pretending to go back to sleep.

“And… because I got you a marriage present.” That got his attention. Eyes flying open, as he pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard of the big four poster bed, Tom looked quizzically at his wife. His wife.

Giggling at his oh-so-predictable reaction, Y/n leaned off the bed to pickup the small gift wrapped box on the floor.

“Y/n you really shouldn’t have I didn’t know we were doing this-“

“Oh shut up and open it would you?”

“Unless this is a toy for… you know, then you really should have.” Even half asleep, Tom still had something on his mind.

“Tom! Just open it before you ruin the moment anymore.” She wasn’t really mad. She was smirking and jokingly rolling her eyes at his idiocy. He was her idiot though. With a confused look, Tom followed her instructions, carefully unwrapping the silvery gift paper to reveal a navy blue velvet box. He looked up momentarily to question Y/n, who just gestured for him to open it. Going at a painfully slow speed, he lifted it up to reveal an old and tattered watch. It had a cracked glass front yet Tom could still see the ‘Rolex’ logo branded onto the face of it.

Not going to lie - he was confused. Y/n knew he already had multiple nice watches he wore regularly. All of those were in better nick than this.

“I umm-“

“It’s an old Rolex. I thought you could do it up like your dad did for you.” She whispered, with this massive smile just because she knew Tom still didn’t understand.

“Oh I er… I mean I could I’m not sure-“ Tom stammered, she seemed so proud of herself, yet he couldn’t really understand why and didn’t want to disappoint her. To be fair him being a bit slow wasn’t an uncommon thing, Tom would hold hid hands up and admit he wasn’t the smartest. Whereas and completely unknown to most people, Y/n was really really clever, I mean she was nearly going to be a doctor. That was one of the things Tom absolutely loved too, the way she would be able to make leaps and figure things out the average person would just stare at confused. So fair to say, she was used to explaining things to him.

“You know your Dad gave it to his first born on their eighteenth, your eighteenth birthday. And I thought you could do with all the 18 years because I dont fancy you as a professional watch-fixer.” Tom was still absolute clueless, waiting for more of an explanation.

“18 years?” The number seeming a bit random but oddly specific to Tom.

“Well you know… 18 years from now when your son or daughter turns into an adult. When they aren’t our little baby anymore.” She whispered, taking his hands in her and pressing it against her ever so slightly bloated stomach.

And then finally it clicked. His eyes grew impossibly wide, pressing lightly on her silk-clad stomach as he sat forwards.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Tommy we are going to be parents!” She smiled whilst nodding, totally enamoured by the look of sheer joy on his face.

“This isn’t a joke right?”

“No I swear to you. 12 weeks yesterday.”

“You’re serious? We’re going to be parents?” Y/n just nodded in response this time, before instantaneously Tom’s lips were on hers, pouring all the passion and love and excitement that he could on her. After a few moments they pulled away, yet keeping their faces impossibly close.

“I love you”

“I love you and… well I love them too.” Y/n was so in love with the man in front of him. He just was going to be the best Dad in the world and there was no-one she would rather start this journey with. In complete honesty, yesterday the first thing she’d wanted to do when she saw Tom standing at the altar was tell him. It had been impossible, the last weeks of keeping ‘shtum’. But she’d only found out when she noticed she was 3 weeks late on her period, by which point Tom was away filming. They’d agreed that so they both had a quality honeymoon, to finish any backlog of work before the wedding, so it was a 8 week holiday with just the two of them. It had also made the reunion that much better, having been apart for almost 2 months before the wedding.

“You want to see them? I had the scan really early yesterday morning?” It was an unnecessary question, as soon as Y/n even mentioned it Tom bolted up like an excited puppy. With a knowing laugh, Y/n then slipped her hand under the pillow to produce the little white card and offering it to him. Tom took the card, while with his other hand pulling her flush with his chest so she was sitting half on his lap. Slowly Tom lifted the front of the card, to reveal the black ultrasound print. For all he knew that could be an ultrasound of elephant dung; but the fact that he had it on good authority it was his wife and baby, Tom swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Knowing he was more than hopeless at this, Y/n took him through slightly different blobs on the picture, demonstrating the head, an arm, a foot.

“Why didn’t you tell me though? You had to do this by yourself?”

“By the time I found out myself you were already in new york and… well its not something to say over the phone is it?”

“Y/n as perfect as this is, you could’ve sent me a text for all I care. I wouldn’t have let you do this on your own! Have you been sick or-“

“Not technically on my own… don’t be mad but Y/f/n was there when I took the test, she was the one who said I should.”

“I should’ve guessed that to be fair” Tom rolled his eyes playfully, of course Y/f/n knew they were basically joint at the hip. She probably sensed it with her best friend powers.

“And yeh mornings aren’t very fun but thats supposed to ease now we’re over the first trimester.”

“I-fuck I don’t know what to say… I just love you.”

“And that is all I’ve ever wanted.” She whispered against his lips before they connected once again. It was just so full of gentle, care and love for each other. The moment was just perfect… until her phone rang.

Y/n pulled away, receiving an almost whine from her husband, reaching to answer her phone.

“Hey… yeh yeh I know we are on our way, just had some news to spill… I think he’s happy yeh-“ she giggled, as she watched Tom gently pull back the sides of her robe to reveal her belly. At only 12 weeks, she was barely showing at all but now Tom looked he didn’t understand how he hadn’t noticed last night. “-… I’m not sure let me check hang on” Y/n spoke into the receiver again, Tom already knew the moment it rang it would only be Y/f/n. Only she would have the audacity to interrupt the couple the morning after their wedding.

“Tom so… I kind of made arrangements just incase, because this is a pretty good time just because everyones here. But I figured you might want to keep it a secret for a bit when its just us that know?” He looked toward the window, apparently deep in thought, before turning back to her.

“I’m spoiler king right? Might be safest to tell them before I explode.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeh course, you know I can’t keep a secret, one look at Haz and he’ll know something is up”

“Actually he might already know too-“

“WHAT”

#tomholland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #actress!reader #harrison osterfield

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unpopularly-opinionated · 3 years

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I don’t play WoW but I used to play Overwatch and Diablo and this touches on just the general issues that are inside of Activision Blizzard right now regarding the major decline of World of Warcraft and how they’re losing to Final Fantasy XIV, how if the latest WoW expansion or Overwatch 2 flop as they’re projected to do then Blizzard’s most definitely going to pivot almost entirely to mobile games, and how the differences in age demographics are actually dividing the company into multiple camps.

It’s important to note two things: 1) this could be fake but also 2) the link came from Grummz, a former team lead on WoW and producer on Diablo II and Starcraft. It still could be fake despite this, but if he’s sharing it then I feel like there’s at least some measure of truth in this.

Transcription below in case this gets deleted and/or you don’t wanna click the link. Warning, it’s fairly long.

“I’m dropping this here after getting chewed out for three hours over shit the chewee did at work so fuck it. Assume larp and let me vent.”

>Shadowlands is a shitshow. Critical response, Player drop off and just about every engagement metric outside of cash shop have been catastrophic. No higher up expected this because of their “we are too big to fail, if we built it they will come” mentality. They refuse to accept their focus on the world being a begrudged mechanic to funnel players to raiding is not appealing to the player base at large because it appeals to them. They have spent the last 4 months trying to course correct but there is no solid direction and the response to 9.1 has only made things worse.

>Sylvanas is planned to replace the Arbiter despite so many people in the company and god knows how many online saying this would be a total replication of Kerrigans storyline in Starcraft 2 that killed none competitive interest in the brand entirely and you can only go “no, no they WILL like it eventually” for so many real world years before its time to change course. Thus far that has not happened.

>The elephant in the room is FFXIV. To the people in charge they are acting like this came out of nowhere and don’t even seem to understand why its drawing players away in their tens of thousands. We have all tried to highlight things it is doing that are clearly appealing to an mmo audience and not, in my opinion, focussing more on mobile game style retention traps to keep MAU users and habit forming personalities logging in. Its not that they don’t care. They just seem so pig headed and digging their heels in with their fingers in their ears thinking all the problems will go away because WoW is “too big to fail”, there will never be real competition and “they will keep coming back”. But they aren’t coming back anymore. Not in the numbers they used to.

>The people making the spending choices know this. The new model for WoW is market the hell out of a expansion pack for a huge quarter then use 6 month lock ins to pad numbers for the quarters after that. Even if corona had not happened 9.1 still would have been dropping after the initial 6 month subs expired to “keep the chain holding”.

>The mood in the company is tense but also very much “its just a rough transition period”. Activision has been pushing hard for Blizzard to release more regular product and to generate more income per user. As far as i know this is going to be a transition over the next 5 years to a much larger mobile/tablet gaming focus. By all accounts not just WoW but Overwatch was intended to be the moneymaker in the interim but once again someone had the bright idea to kill a game casual players loved on the alter of e-sports hoping for another Brood War. From what i hear the “told you so’s” were loud and a lot of people walked beyond Kaplan.

>The sentiment that was shared quietly in private but being spoken more often is simply that the leadership at Blizzard are not bad people, nor incompetent people but people who had to fill seats left when the old guard jumped ship wether they were suited for it or not. Brack is a genuinely good man out of his depth, Ion is a fantastic raid designer put in charge of designing a virtual world he has no interest or real ideas for and so on. They have been taking form the roles they excel at to be put in positions where they get to do far less of that purely because there is nobody left with the experience to do so and the trickle down is a lack of concrete direction, ambition and focus.

>2021 has seen the playerbase, media and gaming at large “turn” on WoW to a degree i don’t think the leads in their “positivity dojo” bubble considered possible. Its gone from people going “This is how Blizz needs to fix WoW!” to “WoW is no longer salvageable, time for greener pastures” and i think on some level this was never considered as a possibility so there have never been any major plans beyond the usual “try and minimise player drop off by arranging releases around competitors launching updates/products”. The official forums being filled with talk of FFXIV and worse “why do we actually pay a sub?” hasn’t helped.

>There have been some testing the waters lately from certain higher ups if we can remove the line “No King Rules Forever”. Read into that what you will.

>There are still arguments going on about the Kael’thas Voice actor shitshow. I don’t know much about it but i know its heated, wouldn’t be the first time a knee jerk reaction only seemed to generate bad press. We lost a noticeable amount of pvp engagement after the Swifty thing.

>The Preach interview was treated as a disaster and there was talk of more strongly vetting interviewers for “bad actors” and only engaging with a list of questions Blizzard provides. Some pointed out that could just be used to create some form of Fireside Chat akin to the FFXIV “Live letters” but that fell on deaf ears.

>The two sentiments right now among the team are either “we really need a win” or “theres a dedicated cabal of internet trolls out to kill WoW”. Right now we are crunching hard to get 9.2 ready to wrap up the jailors storyline so we can get an expansion out early 2022. If that doesn’t happen there are talks of major shakeups coming down from Activision that have been threatened for a few years now. Its an all hands on deck feeling thats been around to some degree since the “Is this an out of season April Fools Joke” Blizzcon. A make or break deadline is coming closer and things like Diablo 4 were not planned before then. Blizzard needs a significant win not just in initial profit but consumer goodwill. Nobody likes working at what the public now seems to see as “the bad guy” of the mmo industry.

>This has also made new hires decline. Not significantly but the “you WANT Blizzard on your resume” line doesn’t seem to have the appeal it used to. This has lead to more hiring via friend of a friend, to some rumblings about nepotism, and people severely lacking in experience “because they get great twitter optics”.

>On the topic of Twitter we are not being told to “disengage” from it. Multiple employees like Nervig and Holisky publicly attacking paying customers because they got too heated and couldn’t keep quiet is bad press that could have been avoided. A email reminder has gone around more than once lately stating “if you are not customer relations you should not be representing the company to customers, especially if you cannot remain professional”.

>Lastly the biggest elephant in the room is “yo’ boy” Asmongold. The newer hires cannot stand him. They have used terms like “toxic masculinity” and “dogwhistles to dangerous males” while some of the oldest crowd still remaining have called him “based” or “telling it like it is” which has lead to friction to put it mildly. People are told not to talk about him and the recent FFXIV stuff only made it all worse. The idea that an outside element can have such an effect on the product genuinely upsets people. Like Zach is engaging in some malicious act of cyberwarfare. Many of us have point out the now famous quotes by Naoki Yoshida about understanding that players will drift and we need to make something worth coming back to because they want to but some people for lack of a better word see out customers -or “consumers” as they refer to them nowadays- as some kind of antagonistic relationship where the goal is not being an entertainer putting on a show for a crowd but some kind of game hunter trying to trap a large, profitable kill. I wish i could blame Activision but this is a sentiment from more of the younger crowd than the “tech boomers”. Which personal opinion is probably why so many folks like Metzen and Morheim left.

>Before you ask, yes the topic of “wokeness” has shown up in group talks. Its not all some grand sjw conspiracy, people really do want to feel welcome and represented. However the “we need everything veto’ed by people not working on it to see if its inoffensive and bland enough” rubs some of us the wrong way. Like anything in life you can take something too far and lose sight of the core ideals and with everything gone on since Blitzchung it feels like people are forming little factions to pull people in different directions to decide “What Blizzards identity is now” and how to appeal to new players. There has been some drop offs with “go woke go broke” as the only answer in the survey when unsubbing but honestly we are losing subs in unforseen numbers anyway and still making more money than ever through cash shop “heavy users” so it honestly doesn’t make an impact.

>All in all things are rough right now. Blizzard doesn’t have the love of the customers anymore, is no longer treated as an industry giant and while D4,D2R and Immortal aren’t going to kill Diablo even if they fail the sentiment for World of Warcraft and Overwatch 2 are a lot more tense and stressful. The phrase “it might be good to brush up on your mobile development portfolio if we get another underperformer” has been doing the rounds a lot. If Shadowlands continues its stark decline and Overwatch 2 is looking to underperform like its current projections suggest i think the Blizzard of a few years from now will be imitating King a lot more than trying to learn any lessons from Square Enix’s mmo division.

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justasimplesinner · 3 years

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Ok first of fucking all I love the way you write, it's really hard to find a writer who can make a character or topic im not particularly interested in actually worth reading. Fucking spot on my guy 👌. Secondly, I was wondering if you'd be up for a request with Mof Johnathan and Arkham Eddie? If you could write a scenario were he's sitting down at his workspaces or couch working on something villain related and they feel a full blown breakdown coming on. Like they're really fucking stressed for whatever reason (take your pick) and the fact that they can't even focus on their own work is making it worse. Their s/o walks in and all it takes is a glance in his direction to figure out they've stumbled upon a ticking time bomb. So, as a spur of the moment attempt to distract him, they plop themselves into his lap and start whispering sweet nothings and praise while they stroke his hair (your choice whether it gets saucy from there or not). I'm a soft bitch and I need you to quench my thirst for hurt/comfort fics.

nothings better than making grown men break down. also, despite being short, this took so god damn long, i swear. but writing eddies pov is just so enjoyable, thats rewarding enough. he's such a stupid fuck its adorable

Masters of Fear!Jon getting comforted hcs:

It didn't feel right. At all. Nothing felt right. Everything was wrong. Every scratch of his pen on the paper felt like nails on a blackboard and his ears were ringing. His hands were shaking and instead of words, there were just crooked lines, like a hand-written ECG record. Every little sound from outside made him jump, every little drop of rain falling onto the window felt like a small bomb going off right besides his ear.

Ever since he woke up today, everything felt so wrong. You weren't in bed when he woke up, your side already cold because you left for work. Because he slept in and couldn't even say goodmorning to you. Or goodbye. And if something happened to you? It was Gotham, everything could happen to you. And he didn't even get the chance to see you, talk to you, kiss you. And the scrambled eggs he reluctantly made for breakfast almost made him vomit. He didn't eat them. Actually, he hadn't ate at all. Nothing. Not a crumb. It made him sick.

It's like he felt something coming, but he had no idea what. Like a storm, like danger. The feeling you get when you're being watched. The feeling he always got when he heard those specific footsteps in school hallways. Very specific. Measured, every move thought out - the trait of a sportsman. But heavy. Not clicking on the floor, but thumping. Very loud and very obvious. The footsteps that made him freeze in place because even if he tried, he wouldn't outrun them. They would follow. The pain would follow. Thump, thump, thump on the floor, foretelling nothing good, right around the corner, right... behind him!

He jumped up high in his seat, whipping his head around, eyes trying to scan the room but it all felt foggy. The only clear thing was the loud crack of the pen breaking in his clenched hand. And the first thing he saw was a hand, reaching out for him, maybe for his throat, maybe to thrash him around - he didn't know, but it was too close.

– Jon? – it was like something snapped in him when it was your voice that rang in his ears and his breathing stilled when he realized you were lightly rubbing your right hand. Did he hurt you? He wanted to ask, he needed to know if he hurt you, if he fucked up again but when his eyes finally looked up into yours, he couldn't say anything.

The best thing was, he didn't even need to. It's like you already knew. Like he didn't have to do anything and you just saw it. Knew it. Sensed it. And when you got closer this time, he didn't push you away. There was no pain. No pain when your brows furrowed in genuine concern. No pain when your hands cupped his face to look him in the eyes. No pain when you slowly lowered yourself onto his lap. You never brought pain.

– Oh, baby... – your tone was condescending in the best of ways, and your fingers glided up into his hair so gently, nails scratching softly at his scalp, and it's as if his eyes shut on their own accord as he curled into you, wrapping his arms tight around your torso to press you closer. Keep you there, in that exact spot. So that you would never leave.

– I'm sorry I hurt you. – he practically cried into your neck, pressing his face hard into your skin to remind himself that you were there for him. He had you right in his lap, and yet he had to fucking remind himself still. Why was he so fucked up? You didn't have to put up with this. You didn't have to care. He wasn't your responsibility, he was nothing. And yet...

– You could never. It's fine.

You hugged him tight, one hand combing through his messy hair, tangled from him pulling on it, and the other one tracing up and down his back, making up shapes as it went. There were spirals, zig zags, waves, straight lines - he focused strictly on the feeling of your fingers, imagining every little shape they drew.

He kind of wished his shirt was off. So that he could actually feel you on his skin.

– I'm sorry. – and he was, because you just came back from work, probably exhausted, and now you had to baby him since he couldn't even fucking take care of himself. Why was he like this?

– Don't. You don't have to be sorry for feeling something. It's what humans do.

How did you always know what to say? How did you always know what to do? What has he ever done to deserve even an ounce of what you gave him? Did it matter? He was so fucking glad you were back home.

Arkham!Eddie getting comforted hcs:

Mistake. One after another. Each one followed by the next, like a chain reaction. The only thing he fucking did today was mistakes. All the measurements were wrong. All his coding was wrong. Every single little thing was at least a little bit off. He didn't accept 'a little bit off'. It was either perfect, or it was nothing to him. He was nothing. Nothing but a fucking failure, constantly fucking things up, unable to perform even the simplest tasks. Every last idiot could programm a computer. And he wasn't an idiot. Or was he?

A groan ripped from his throat, the hand in his hair tightening.

If he wasn't an idiot, why couldn't he get anything done? If he wasn't an idiot, why did Batman, of all people, outsmart him? If he wasn't an idiot, why hasn't he won yet?

It's like his body wasn't his own when he let out a pathetically high-pitched growl and his arm instinctively threw the first thing it gripped at a wall. The coffee cup smashed into little pieces upon the impact, coffee splashing everywhere, blemishing everything. You brought him this cup. And the one before that. You put it there. You did yet another thing he hasn't asked of you. Why couldn't you just listen for once? Stop disturbing him? It was all your failt that he couldn't focus, because you were constantly going in and out of his workshop and he clearly told you to stay away.

Oh, speak of the fucking devil, he could already hear your thumping footsteps nearing the door, probably lured in by the sound of his cup shattering. Because you were 'worried', as if he would be stupid enough to injure himself or do anything reckless! He furiously pushed some old scraps of metal to the floor, making them clink loudly, feeling a slight sting on his forearm. Great, now he fucking cut himself because of you-

– Eddie, baby? You alright? – the sound of your gentle voice echoed in the room, overpowering the earlier noise. He didn't even grace that with a response, just sighed heavily, annoyance seeping out of him, as he leaned his head on his palm. Why did you have to ruin everything?

And then, just to spite him, you moved closer. Close enough for your sweet scent to fill his lungs, your fingers dancing over his shoulder and he almost shook them off. Instead, he abruptly leaned back in his chair, gritting his teeth. You wasted your chance to get out of here without a scratch.

What he didn't expect however, was your legs slowly, yet suddenly straddling him, hands on his shoulders, digging in lightly to massage and manipulate them into whatever it was you wanted. He felt his stomach churn, his blood boiling to the point where he felt hot all over and his hands almost, almost shot out in your direction. To push you off.

– If you haven't realised yet, I'm working. – it was a blatant lie and you knew it immediately. He wasn't working, not at all, only tinkering with things and fucking them up further. All because of you-

Your hands slowly travelled up, surprisingly careful not to tickle his neck, grabbing his face on both sides with that gentle, motherly fucking smile of yours. Like he was some child. Like you were trying to lure him in and... and... kiss his forhead, and... push your own against it, and- argh!

– Maybe take a little break, hm? – you muttered and he felt it more than heard it, your lips moving lightly against his skin, your nose soon nuzzling his long one and it's as if his head moved along on it's own accord.

This was such obvious manipulation-...!

– I don't need a break! I-...!

– I know you don't, Eddie. – you rudely cut him off, thumbs caressing his cheekbones – But I'm asking you nicely. I miss you.

Even if he protested, you wouldn't've let him go. It was obvious in the way your arms slid around his neck and shoulders, hugging him to your body, almost suffocating him in your chest and he just had to brace his hands on your back. And maybe he would've even pulled away, but you were so... warm. Soft. Like a pillow. And it made him snuggle in further.

– You're so clingy sometimes, you know that? – he muttered, his arms wrapping around you tighter, fingers hooking into your flesh and he felt your fingers slide into his hair, gently massaging his pounding scalp, making the ache almost instantly ease off slightly. His muslces started relaxing, too, his spine finally having a break from holding up his weight.

– You know you like it. – he clearly heard a chuckle in your voice, and it made his hand slide up to the back of your head to push you further into in, to quiet you, as his chin found it's place on your shoulder. Your nails dragged up and down his back, sneakily creeping under his clothes sometimes, and it made a violent but pleasant shiver run through his body, causing his arms to tighten around you.

Maybe he could take a break. You clearly needed him, it would be unwise to ignore you for too long. You could feel neglected, abandoned even - that could cause... problems. He didn't have the strength to deal with problems now. He could just indulge you for a little bit, no harm done. And so, his grip tightened, his body curling around you so every possible part of it was touching you.

You so obviously needed the comfort, and truly, he could never deny you.

#riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #the riddler #jonathan crane #scarecrow #the scarecrow #masters of fear #arkhamverse #my writing #angst #fluff #kinda hurt/comfort #anonymous #damn this was exhausting #but so totally worth it #even i like my work for once

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kamari333 · 3 years

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Got tagged by @starsgivemehp for this meme!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I'll go backwards from last update, if thats okay? First paragraph of each first chapter...

mind the tags and be responsible <3

iNVaDeR FeLL: The Nightmare Begins :: The Irken Empire (which had retained its name even after the shift in management brought about by the events of Operation Impending Doom I) was more alive than it had been in years. Signs replayed message after message redirecting convention-goers how and where to attend the Great Assigning in the Main Convention Hall on Conventia, one of the many planets conquered and repurposed for the good of the Empire. The teleporter ring was blazing almost as brightly as it once did before OID1, only this time, it brought to the surface not Irkens, but Monsters; creatures of every shape and size. They came not only from the 'kingdom' that had overtaken Irk (they called themselves 'Fell'), but those from the 'kingdoms' of conquered worlds as well, which had been expeditiously subjugated in a fashion worthy of the Irken Empire.

How Dance Got a Picture of Lust Covered in Kittens :: "there's sammaches in th' fridge," Red mumbled, feeling the lunchbox lid click shut under his claws. "'r if ya want some'n lighter, there's soup in th' freezer. just gotta nuke it..."

Burlesque Noir :: Lust peeked around the curtain to look out at the crowd, as he had done so many times before the last few days. The speakeasy was full and vibrant and alive as it was every night, as swanky a joint as Grillby could make it and still keep it safe. As packed as it was, however, Lust didn't see any sign of his favorite patron.

It Could be Worse :: Life... Could be worse.

An Anthology of Dreams :: Sans was at his desk, as always, analyzing his latest attempt at a synthetic soul compound. His last two-thousand-and-twenty trials had been devastating failures, but even Dr Gaster was intrigued by his steady progress.

The EMV Anthology :: Red had a love-hate relationship with the holiday season.

An Anthology of Nightmares :: Sans stumbled out of his room just in time to escape. He had no idea what was coming, he only knew his years of fighting for his life underground was screaming that he had to move his bony ass if he wanted to live. Just as he crossed the threshold of his bedroom into the hallway, there was a loud crash. When he looked back, his whole room was gone.

A Growing Future :: Red stumbled out of the house, squinting at the glare of sunrise peaking like a glinting knife over the neighbor's rooftops. The air had a crisp chill to it, made all the more shocking by his lack of a shirt, but he knew it would be overly warm in only a few hours, and there was a lot of work to do.

Kinktober 2020 : Kamari333 Edition :: HI FOLKS! Beyond this point you will find 72.5k words of pure, unadulterated, self indulgent, Undertail-themed SIN, ~57.7k of which was prewritten in September, the rest in October, all written and published for Kinktober2020. This year, due to conflicting schedules, the sin was written in September, to be published on time in October. Please note that there may be plenty of typos, although I will/have since gone back and fixed some of them since I'm garbage and read my own stuff, and this year I have been indulging in the use of my lovely betas!

A Night in the Woods :: Red bit back a curse as he once again had to detangle his phalanges from the flimsy tent material. Stupid-ass cheap plastic bullshit, so thin he could breathe on it wrong and watch it disintegrate, but the packaging said it somehow kept out wind and rain, and that was honestly all he could have asked for. That, and perhaps that the piece of shit stop snagging on his claws every five god damn mother fucking seconds, fuck-

Arum :: The room was pitch black, save for a nearly indiscernible ambiance that glowed low and dim like the twilight right before the true darkness of night. The walls and floor of the room oozed with a viscous substance that stank of fermentation and rubber. At the end of the room, upon a throne of black stone, sat a diminutive figure from whence the slime seemed to originate, itself drenched in it to the point of blackness save for the singular glow of one lavender eyelight, shining like poison in the darkness.

Poignance :: Sans Blueberry pulled on his modified gloves, rolling his shoulders to make sure his makeshift pauldrons were cinched tight enough. The scalemail he wore under his chestplate made a soft noise, not quite the clink of chainmail, but not quite the hiss of cloth or leather either. He fingered at the tiny plates over his torso before pulling his bandanna back on around his neck, grateful to Alphys again for donating her sheds, and Undyne for reinforcing them so they wouldn't turn to dust.

Those Feelings at the Bottom of a Bottle :: Ink carefully managed his supply of emotions, keeping his usual level of orange (excitement) and yellow (happiness) as he made his way back through the house. The crowd of people, with their ever-vivid colors and gold-glittered eyes, made it easy to blend in and keep himself inconspicuous to the ever watchful guardian. It was like a game of hide-and-seek: Ink hid, and Dream looked for anything potentially amiss.

A Skeleton Plague Doctor in Lord Dream's Court :: Falsi woke up from a restful sleep on his examination table, shifting under his thick black blanket (one of the few luxuries he was allowed, usually kept hidden away in his bedroom with all the other small luxuries he had managed to keep, like his collection of skulls, his beast fur pelt, his mask, and the tapes and videos of a more personal nature he had collected over the years). He slid down to the floor, thankful once again for the mercy of a windowless apartment, as he folded his blanket and stumbled into the adjacent room: his bedroom.

Bad Day :: Edge was used to getting ominous messages from Red at odd times. It was just the nature of any relationship Red was involved in.

Burlesque (Censored) & (Uncensored) :: Of all the bars Red frequented in Ebott City, this was his favorite.

Happily Ever Laughter :: It was almost midnight. Papyrus had been sitting at Muffet's bar, enjoying his third (or was it fourth? Fifth? Hard to say) glass of Spider Cider, when he got the call. He pulled out his phone, surprised. That was his brother's ringtone. He flipped it open. "heya, bro. wazzup?"

Egg on Arrival :: Slinky could feel it in his bones: the hum of his future, the tremble of his soul. Even if it was still cold as balls outside the nest, his internal clock said it was spring.

I think I'm Paranoid :: Red came back into the livingroom, popcorn in one hand and a six-pack of coke in the other. He lingered, taking in the scene in front of him.

Another Me :: Lust fiddled with the TV remote idly as he mentally went through the available channels in his head. He didn't dare cable surf, not when He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was so prominent, and Pink's relentless job searching made his schedule so erratic that he could show up at any minute. The sight of the blackout curtain over the bookshelf (which served as the house's movie collection's honored display) reminded him of how understanding Papyrus had been of the need for temporary censorship.

...oh my some of these are terrible for catching the readers attention XD (why are all my hooks like 3 paragraphs in gdi).

EDIT: i forgot to tag folks! um... @deku-lily @silverryu25 @bonerpuns @msmkcreates @jellyficsnfucks @jellyfish-swims-through-gold @tkwolf45 @nanenna @dana-chan325 @skerbaderbadoo @keelywolfe ...im terrible with names and can't remember anyone else's handles ;-;

#kamari333thoughts #kamari333fanfiction #invader fell #burlesque *ship #burlesque noir #ebott is a multiverse #it could be worse #thats just the fic name #dr33mtal3 #kinktober mention #is this nsfw?#burlesque *fic #aint this more than lust #aint this a lamia

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poptod · 3 years

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The Game (Baxter x Reader)

Description: You’re either a weirdo or a psychopath. Or both.

Notes: so this is um. kind of weird. but i guess thats kind of my thing at this point WC: 1.7k

"Didn't think this was how it'd go, did'ja?"

"I would really like it if you took these handcuffs off."

"Why? Cause they're yours?"

You stepped closer to his chair, dragging your gaze over every knot you tied around his body. The rope around his ankles and chest, the metal handcuffs behind the back, the gag unceremoniously hung round his neck ever since he wrestled it off.

"Does that bother you?" You asked as you bent in front of him, a wide, toothy grin spreading across your lips. "Being tied up by your own tools?"

"Shut. The fuck. Up," he hissed out beneath his breath, staring straight forward with a glare that could kill. As usual he completely avoided your own eyes.

"Aww, tiny cop is a little testy today, isn't he?"

Shooting up from your position on the floor, you wandered into a darker corner of the room, where the fluorescent light shining over Baxter couldn't quite reach. There you kept your bookcase stocked full of a variety of your tools. Mostly books, but several of the shelves held cases for knives and bug specimens, two of the most beautiful things you imagined one could have. The white light reflected off the glass case and into the detective's eyes.

"I think you need to calm down," you said as you dug into one of the bookcase drawers, feeling around for a lighter and cigarette. "You smoke, right?"

He remained quiet, that glare still piercing the wall in front of him.

"Doesn't matter. I've seen you smoke. I watch you a lot, you know," you spoke through the cig, clicking on the lighter in your hands before a flame burst.

The steps you took towards him were small, calculated, and gentle with your tapping shoes on the cement floor. This room didn't have the best sound quality, and every little noise was magnified by the stone walls. The minimum amount of furniture had made way for the same echo.

"You're very interesting to watch. You're the only cop that's actually interesting. Did you know that?"

With how low his seat was on the ground his face was right in front of your hips, and you spared him no mercy. Instead you stepped even closer, till he was forced to lean back with uneven breath, ire lacing his stare that had nowhere else to rest but you now.

"I've met a lot of cops in a lot of different countries," you admitted thoughtlessly, taking a long drag from your cigarette. "But you're fun. And so fuckin' pretty."

You knelt once more, this time nearly sat between his legs, and blew smoke into his face. His nose scrunched up as his eyes shut, annoyance clear on his pursed lips.

"What the hell do you want from me?" He said in a low, quiet voice that you had already come to know quite well. The moment you recognized it another smile spread across your face, big and unsettlingly happy.

"A good time, hopefully," you said, raising your hand to his face. At first he flinched, twitching away from you, but your need was relentless. Your palm landed on his cheek, allowing you to stroke the small cut along his cheekbone.

When at last he raised his eye to meet yours, the first thing you noted was fear. Fear permeates every emotion––it raises itself above all else, tells on itself before any other emotion can. There were other things beneath that, of course; anger, contempt, the usual when someone is forcefully tied to a chair in the middle of a nondescript room with no windows.

"Don't worry," you chirped. "I won't hurt you. Much. I just... I have these cravings."

Before turning back to your bookcase, you took another slow drag from your cig, watching the end burn till it nearly touched your lips. The smoke you blew out was half in his face and half not, though by his expression it might as well have been all of it.

You reached into your pocket, pulling out the key to one of your glass cases. It wasn't a terribly secure location for the contents, but that little bit of danger was always thrilling––never knowing if your prey will manage to reach those knives.

Your largest was closer to a sword than a dagger, and though it did its' job of intimidation, the easier tool was the small silver knife engraved with cuneiform. The most painful was the jagged-toothed blade, who tore at skin instead of slicing it. That was for another time.

With the silver knife in hand you turned back around, a knowing smirk on your face as you once more approached the detective.

"Jim Baxter. James. Jimmy-boy. How ya feeling? Good?"

No reaction from him. Perfect.

"You want to know something? Little tid-bit of information. Little fun fact about me," you said with a sigh as you knelt. "I don't like your line of work. Not just because you guys are always tryin' to bust my ass and ruin the fun, but I don't like the government in general. The perfect society is an anarchal society. It's probably too much to ask what your leaning on this is, right? I think I know anyway."

You fiddled with the knife in your hands, toying with the handle and picking at the blade.

"White-picket fence boy," you added.

"The hell does that mean?"

"You know exactly what it means. It's just––I think it's a little funny. All around you're such a law-abiding person, so nice, so plain, and you've got all this flavor on your face."

By the way his eyes widened, you could tell what came to his mind. It was what came to most people's minds when you tried to explain the essence of flavor in human personality; cannibalism.

"I'm not going to eat you," you clarified, chuckling when his breathing returned to normal. "I could, though. I have no qualms against it. Peel off the skin of your face, fillet that shit... probably taste like chips."

"Why are you doing this? What – what even are you doing?" He finally asked, succumbing to the confusion and curiosity that had plagued him ever since he woke up here.

"Intimidation. Kidnapping. Those are still illegal, right?"

"Yes."

"Right. Well, anyway, those are just some crimes that I by no means on purpose committed. It was just the only way to get what I really want," you said as the tip of your knife pressed into his clothed knee, running down the fabric and leaving a small scratch mark in his pant leg. He jerked away, but you only pressed harder, keeping him in place with a tight hand around his ankle.

"Don't be shy now," you grinned.

"You think you're hot shit –"

"I am."

"– but I'll find you, and –"

"It seems to me you already have."

"Would you shut the fuck up?!"

"Sorry. Go on."

"I'm gonna put you in jail, where creeps like you belong," he said through gritted teeth, his jaw set as he met your awaiting eyes.

"You think I'm a creep? I'm the most sane out of all my friends. Though, I do suppose we live in two different worlds," you said with a shrug.

His type lived in the light. Sunny-day type people, warm homes to come to at the end of the day, dark green grass and clean highways. Yours is more in the style of broken down street lamps––burning rubber from car wheels and the warmth of a lighter. At least that's the way you liked to put it, romanticized into the sweetest fashion so it's easier to swallow.

Honestly, most of your friends are coke dealers. There's one that sells guns to minors, but he's not a friend of yours. Just someone you know. All of them are good people, you can't deny that, but it's not a gentle environment.

Not that you're any bit unlike them. You do, after all, kidnap people and taunt them for fun.

"Alright. Question for you. Ever had sex?"

Nothing. You giggled, crossing your arms on his knees.

"Ever kissed someone? You don't seem like the person who would like any of that stuff. I'll still be surprised if you haven't, though. The idea that no one tried to jump your bones? Yeesh. I don’t think that's possible," you rambled on, making a few vague hand gestures as his glare never faded.

The surly twist in his face reached a high point, ending with him spitting onto your face with a deep irritation in his expression. It took a second or two before you quite processed what had just happened, but when you did you had no hesitation in your response; licking the flat of your tongue up from his jaw to his temple.

"You like that? Into that kinda thing?" You asked in a booming laugh as he spluttered, desperately trying to worm away from you. "That was on you, buddy. Come on. Admit it."

"I'm not going to –"

"Come on, say it! You deserved that. Right?"

You grabbed his chin in a tight grip, forcing him to look at you.

"You get everything that's coming to you. You deserve everything you'll receive within the next... hmm, let's say, three months? Depends on when I get bored of you," you hummed, glancing to the side as you thought.

"The next three months? What are you gonna do in that time?" He asked almost softly, brow furrowed in the same consternation as his eyes.

"Have a little bit of fun, for once. I hope you prove to be more entertaining than the last girl," you said with a grunt, pushing yourself to your feet. "In the meantime... you can't be missing for too long, baby."

"Wh –"

With the butt of your dagger in hand, you whirled back around, hitting him right in his temple. The hit of the massive gem on his skull knocked him out, muscles untensing as he fell limp in his restraints.

You smiled and breathed a sigh of happy relief, as though you had finished swimming in the brisk water of a lake.

"Ah... he seems nice."

Thirty minutes and he's waking up, waves of pain throbbing from his cranium. He hissed as he tried to sit up, realizing with much comfort that he was back in the linen sheets of his bed, the comforter all tangled and mussed beneath him. By the look of the clock, it was the morning of his first shift of the week.

And the first thing he has to tell his boss is that there's another psycho on the loose.

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