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ellecdc · 1 month

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can i request a poly!marauders where the reader just tends to wonder off, like she’s suspended to be in class but she just talking to one of the portraits or just outside staring at the sky and sometimes james and/or sirius follow her so remus has to round them up

so stinkin' cute - thanks for your request lovie!

~please note: my requests are currently closed as I work through some of my older requests~

poly!marauders x fem whimsical!reader

“I don’t mean to alarm you boys,” Marlene started, not looking at all concerned about alarming them in the slightest. “But I think you might be missing a member of your group.”

Sirius and James looked to each other in horror as Remus let out an exasperated sigh.

“Where is she?” Remus asked impatiently.

“I swear she was just behind me...” James admitted, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“She cannot miss lunch, she hardly sat down long enough for breakfast this morning.” Remus commented mostly to himself as he headed back the way he came, hoping to quickly find wherever you’d wandered off to.

Although your whimsy and excitement in life was one of the things the boys most admired about you, it did make Remus worry from time to time that you’d forget to look after yourself.

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, however, seeing as you had three boyfriends here to help you out on that end. Though, it didn’t speak very highly of them when they kept losing you.

There were very few moments in his life he was particularly grateful for his lycanthropy, but this was perhaps one of them.

He could smell you before he heard you, and he heard you before he saw you.

He rounded a corner which was disturbingly far from the Great Hall, meaning they’d lost you quite some time ago, and saw you conversing with a portrait of the Fat Friar.

“From what I’ve learned both in life and in death, forgiveness is not only for the other person, but also for yourself.” The Fat Friar said to you. Remus paused in his steps to enjoy the uninhibited smile that graced your face.

“Have you ever met someone unworthy of forgiveness, Friar?” You asked, your serene voice drifting down the hallway and gracing Remus’ ears.

“Not in my nearly 1000 years.” He answered.

Your smile grew impossibly wider at that. “Me either.”

Remus couldn’t take it anymore, he resumed his trek towards you, and though he’d been going for stern, he knew his face looked impossibly lovesick as you turned your beaming smile onto him.

“Hi Rem.” You called softly, turning away from the portrait and towards your boyfriend.

“We thought we lost you, dovey.” He reprimanded as he reached for your face, resting one hand on either cheek and tilting your face up towards him.

“I’m never very far.” You answered. Remus was torn between wanting to roll his eyes fondly and thanking you for ensuring that this was true.

“Any amount of space is too far, my love.” He said instead, placing a lingering kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closed and you let out a pleased hum.

“Why’d you wander off, dove?” He asked as he pulled back, keeping your face secured in his hands and rubbing your cheekbones with his thumbs.

“I saw a dedalian key fly by, but as I was following it, I saw the portrait of Ferdinand Octavius Pratt who was very upset because the Fat Friar’s ghost insisted that he let go of old grudges. So, I figured I’d ask the Friar his side of the story. And, well, here we are.” You finished, smiling up at him like having him find you here had been your master plan all along.

“Here we are.” He murmured back, wondering how on earth he and his boyfriends managed to land something as impossibly sweet as you.

Speaking of said boyfriends, Remus’ thoughts were interrupted by the sound of two heavy footfalls as the sods came running up to the two of you.

“There you are dollface! We were worried sick.” Sirius proclaimed as he all but shoved Remus out of the way and took his place, holding your face in his hands and peppering your head with kisses.

You giggled and pulled back slightly, which Sirius allowed but kept you safe within his grasp.

“You needn’t worry, Sirius. I was in wonderful company.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow and Remus translated for him.

“She was busy talking to the Fat Friar when I found her.”

Sirius nodded in understanding before he narrowed his eyes at you. “He wasn’t making moves on you, was he?”

You laughed as if Sirius had made some very funny joke, and Remus laughed along with you even though he could tell Sirius wasn’t entirely convinced.

“I’m sorry we lost you, angel.” James said somewhat meekly. Remus knew though that he was mostly apologizing to Remus and less to you.

“That’s quite alright Jamie.” You assured him. “I would have found you later.”

Some tension left James’ shoulders as he smiled at you, sharing a shy glance with Remus before continuing. “You didn’t eat much for breakfast since you were so excited about the Grindylow’s hatching, so...” He said as he pulled out a tote bag from behind his back. “Pads and I ran to the kitchens and packed a picnic. Would you like to head down to the Black Lake now?”

If Remus’ heart grew two sizes at the sentiment, yours must have grown three.

“Oh, Jamie!” You nearly squealed, pulling him into a hug that he eagerly reciprocated.

“I’d love that! Thank you!” You cheered, stepping back towards Sirius who quickly hooked your arm in his – a guarantee that he wouldn’t lose you this time.

“After you then, m’lady.” Sirius said seductively with a wink, causing you to giggle again as the two of you turned and headed towards the school grounds.

Remus quickly pulled James up against his side and pressed a kiss into his hair.

“You’re such a sweet boy, James Potter.” He murmured, feeling the fondness ooze right out of his being for this man he somehow got to call his.

“Yeah?” James asked, sending Remus a beaming smile.

Remus smiled and accepted a searing kiss from the quidditch chaser.

James let out a pleased sigh as he pulled out of the kiss and walked in step with Remus, looking ahead to watch you and Sirius nearly skip down the hall. It was incredibly lighthearted, though Remus noticed Sirius possessively pull you into his side as you two walked past the ghost of the Fat Friar who exchanged nothing more than a polite head nod with you.

“We’re so lucky.” James commented.

Remus couldn’t help but agree.

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beybaldes · 5 months

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you can hear it in the silence (you can see it with the lights out)

Masterlist

Sejanus plinth x gn!reader

summary: “Can’t.” Another kiss punctuated his words. “I’ll miss you too much.”

or, Sejanus finally begins to return to himself in the darkness of his bedroom on a sunny summers morning

an: set in a fix it universe where instead of being hung he’s sent back to the capital and studied medicine at the university because I need him to be happy more then I need air to breathe

Sejanus’s arms snaking tighter around you were the first thing you felt as the dim light of an early summer morning began peaking through his bedroom window. Even in his sleep he was searching for you; making sure you were close by and still with him. If it didn’t make your heart ache, something strangely somber about it, you’d find it the sweetest thing in the world.

Since his return to the Capitol, things had been pretty hectic. His father had been in a constant state of anger at his actions in district 12, only heightened by the fact he was having to fork out even more money to send him to university in the middle of the term. Sejanus had spent a lot of time being quite even when the two of you were alone, a far away look blurring his gaze and only being receptive to your touch but not searching out for you. But today, his legs were tangled with yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you; one around your waist and one against your chest, his fingers intertwined with your own as they rested over your heart.

You turned in Sejanus’s hold, moving slowly so that you wouldn’t prematurely wake him up. Thankfully, you pulled off your turn, though Sejanus’s arms instantly caught up with you, pulling you flush against him. Chest pressed to chest. While his eyes were still closed, breathing still shallow with sleep, you took the opportunity to really look at your handsome boyfriend.

You loved how peaceful he looked when the problems of real life evaded him, when his whole face relaxed and he didn’t have that pinch in his brow that told you he was riddled with worry even when he was denying it. Slowly, you slid your hand up his chest, over his shoulder to cup his jaw, only briefly removing it to push his hair, which had started to grow back in the cutest and smallest of curls, away from his face.

“Go back to sleep, sweet boy.” You whispered, your thumb caressing the apple of Sejanus’sa cheeks as his eyes blinked open. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Glad you did.” His voice was gruff and thick with sleep and if you weren’t already in love with him, then hearing him like this, seeing him like this, would have you falling head over heels. “I missed you.” Sejanus hold tightened on you as he spoke and you didn’t have it in you to comment on how his words didn’t make any sense; you’d been here all night, and last night, and the night before that, and the night before that too. But you appreciated them nonetheless, it was the most open and loving he’d been in all the months since his return. “When I was sleeping, I mean, I missed you then.”

Oh.

“I was here the whole time, Sej.” You slid your other hand between the pillow and Sejanus’s neck, curling it against the nape of his neck and scratching at the tufts of hair there. Though he’d asked you 1000 times, you really didn’t mind the grown out buzz cut he was sporting. Sure, they weren’t his beautiful, dark curls, but you had grown fond of the baby curls that were trying their hardest to regrow against his head. They seemed to be one of those things you didn’t know you’d needed until you had them.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to your lips, or at least attempted to, grazing your jaw at first, and then the corner of your mouth with his second attempt. “If I’m being honest with you, I miss you all the time. I mean, especially when I was in district 12, but, even right now I’m missing you.”

You were the one pulling him in for a kiss this time, not holding back on the fluid movement of your lips against his, even with it being so early. Luckily, you’d actually found purchase on his lips and not his jaw or his cheek. “I love you, sweet boy.” Sejanus’s eyes had fluttered closed as you kissed and were struggling to reopen even as you pulled away from him. Sleep was seeping back into his features no matter how much he was trying to keep himself awake - you’d soothe him to sleep forever more if it meant he looked truly peaceful once every day. “But I think you need to go back to sleep.”

Even with his eyes closed, Sejanus had better aim, kissing you square on the lips in the way you just had him. “Can’t.” Another kiss punctuated his words. “I’ll miss you too much.”

“I’ll be right here.” Using the hand that cradled his jaw, you pulled his lips to yours once again, scratching your fingers against his scalp soothingly. Sejanus preened into your touch like a cat to the sun, his eyes drooping more and more closed with each movement of your hand. “Dream of me, Sej.”

He stole a much longer kiss, ending it, but keeping his face an inch away from yours, stealing another kiss as soon as you moved to pull away. “I always do.”

an: thank you for reading mwah <33

tag list: @celestialstar111 <3

#beybaldes wrote a fic!!#sejanus plinth oneshot #sejanus plinth imagine #sejanus plinth x reader #tbosbas x reader

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luvtak · 7 months

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baby i'm yours, lee felix

✧ pairing lee felix x gn!reader

✧ genre/tw fluffy fluff! kinda hurt/comfort, reader has a migraine and felix is a little lovebug as always, too many petnames, kissing and sleepy cuddles

✧ w/c 1000

✧ a/n something small inspired by my own migraines, i hope anyone who relates starts to feel better and feels comforted by the sweetest boy <3 title is after this song it reminds me of him 💗

The house is filled with sound, circling around the space with laughter and music and video game noise. Lively melodies of boyishness, teasing and yelling; roughhousing so loud you’re sure the neighbors can hear.

The house is filled with sound, all except for your place in Felix’s room. Behind the door it’s silent, no sound but your gentle breath hitting his skin. He’s always so warm, a space heater personified, heating you everywhere his star-studded skin touches. You can feel his smile moving across your neck, placing soft little kisses on his path from your clavicle to your throat, all the way up to the side of your mouth.

“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice is gruff from lack of use and his eyes are light when they meet yours. His question seems more like a wish than an inquiry, he always worries when you get these headaches. Pain throbbing underneath your eyes and inside your temples, sometimes you feel so sick, nausea begins to accompany the migraine, and the only thing your boyfriend can do is wrap you up in his arms and his blankets and hope for the best.

You both know it’s easier to cure these moments away from the boy’s dorm. The cozy quiet of your apartment is much better suited to comfort the constant pounding, but there’s something magic to the noise. A curious familiarity surrounds the home, in some ways it reminds you of being a little kid and going to bed to the sounds of your parents still awake. A memory from an easier life, a moment trapped in time, but relived in these hurtful days inside this room.

“Just a little, I’m sorry I’m not very fun right now.” Your voice is a whisper, and your eyes are still squinted shut, but you hope your words are enough to convince him to stop worrying.

“Don’t be sorry, my love, I’m having a blast laying here with you.” Felix’s grin is sunlight, as bright and pretty as the rest of him, and you think it doesn’t matter if he’s lying—your head is already starting to ease just from the sight of your starshine boy smiling down at you.

His hands are in your hair and his smile is on your forehead, and you think you’ll be better in a few minutes. When you came over you had plans to watch movies and play Mario Kart with the rest of the boys, and maybe in just a few more minutes you can. You can almost envision it, opening up your eyes to a clear head and telling Felix that you feel so much better, joining the rest of the dorm in their night of laughter instead of this sickly quiet you currently inhabit.

You can tell your boyfriend doesn’t mind, he’s always happy to take care of you, but you’re sorry that another fun night has become the opposite.

“Really, Lixie, Go have fun with the boys… I can do all this by myself.” You don’t want him to go, but you need him not to feel trapped. Popping one eye open, you can tell what he thinks about that offer—if the slight squint of his eyes having anything to do with his emotions, he must think you’re crazy for even posing it as an option.

“And what? Sit in the living room with people I see every day instead of lying here with you? Are you insane?” He’s laughing as he says it, and his arms escape from your hair to gently play with your fingers. “You must be, my crazy little love… where does it hurt?”

His touch is light as a feather, pulling at your hands and rubbing up and down your arms. The skin to skin contact makes you shiver, even after all this time all it takes is a few gentle touches to start up the butterflies in your belly. You tell him about the pain under your eyes, huffing and whining when his body moves too much atop yours, but you stop as soon as his lips land softly on your eyelid; pressing down gentle and tender where the pain started.

“A kiss to make it feel better, okay baby?” Even through the pain his voice (so deep and quiet in the dark room) makes you smile. So typical of him, to be as sweet and sugary as the treats he cooks up. A boy who grew up on kiss cures and tickle fights, what a blessing to have him lay with you in the dark.

You’ve been smitten with him from the first time he shot his shiny smile at you, in love with each picture perfect piece of him. With hands grasping out to hold his, you kiss wherever you can reach: his shoulder first than the divot of his adams apple, all the way up to his uplifting lips.

“I love you, sweet boy… thank you for being with me.” You can’t tell if you mean here in the moment, or just in general, but either way it’s true. You’ll never stop being grateful for his place in your life, a light in the darkness and a heart to hold you when you don’t feel good.

He kisses you again instead of a response, slow and closed mouthed—desperately trying to express his feelings in all the ways he knows how.

“I love you too, you know I do.” He rolls off you, tucking you just underneath his chin; keeping you as close as possible. Legs on legs and hands clasped together, you can’t seem to find where you begin and he finishes—you’re as close as you could be with your warm pajamas on.

Everything is burning up, his skin and your love for him. So, cozy you can’t help but feel your eyes flutter close again. This close you can hear all his sounds, his heartbeat and his breath, and his sweet voice like a lullaby lulling you to sleep.

#skz fluff #skz x reader #felix fluff #felix x reader #lee felix #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #felix #✧ drabble

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bingwriterxo · 9 months

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moth to a flame

pairing: amber freeman x reader, minor wes hicks x reader

summary: in which you get a new boyfriend, yet he's not who you really want

warnings: mentions of domestic violence, talks of homophobia, cheating

word count: 1000+

author's note: loosely based on 'moth to a flame' by swedish house mafia & the weeknd. writing mojo's back, babyyyy 🤠

“So,” Mindy started as she slammed her hands down on the lunch table, her eyes sparkling with an excitement that made Amber want to puke, “let’s talk about the happy, new couple!” She climbed into her seat and whipped her head around. “Coast is clear. Thoughts, everyone?”

Liv piped up first. “I think they’re adorable!”

“Yeah,” Chad agreed, grinning. “They’re cute together.”

“I’m just happy that Y/N is happy,” Tara said. She shrugged and added, as an afterthought, “Wes, too, I guess.”

Amber scoffed and crossed her arms, sitting up a little straighter when everyone looked at her. “Are you idiots blind? Wes is a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend.” She narrowed her eyes at her friends as disgust boiled beneath her skin. “He’s not nearly good enough for Y/N.”

Mindy rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. “You don’t think anyone’s good enough for her, Amber. You said that about her last three boyfriends.”

Amber nodded. “Yeah, and I was right. They all ended up being abusive assholes.” Even just mentioning your ex-boyfriends left a bad taste in her mouth and ignited a murderous flame in her chest. Oh, what she’d give to teach all of them a lesson.

“Okay,” Liv began, a little hesitant, “but we know Wes, and he’s good for her! He’s the sweet ‘boy-next-door’ type.”

“Yeah,” Tara said. “He’d never hurt a hair on Y/N’s head. Not like…” She trailed off, and the silence of the group spoke for itself. Amber clenched her jaw at the thought. “Besides, she was so happy to tell us about the relationship! They both were.” She reached out and placed a hand on her best friend’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “She’s in good hands, Amber.”

“Yeah, right,” Amber muttered. “If he so much as touches her, I’ll--”

“Who’re you threatening today, Ambs?” Your teasing voice interrupted the girl’s warning, and she looked up at you, smiling, before her face fell upon seeing Wes beside you, a grin pulling at his own lips. She swore she could feel bile rise in the back of her throat when she realized that the two of you were holding hands. “Someone good, I hope,” you said, chuckling.

You fell into the seat beside Mindy, greeting the rest of the table, and Wes was left to sit across from Amber, shifting uncomfortably beneath her stare.

“Yeah,” Amber said, smirking at the blonde boy. “Someone real good.”

* * *

“Jesus Christ!” Amber groaned as she reached for her phone, which had been ringing non-stop for minutes. “Can’t a girl just get some sleep?” With her eyes half-closed, she answered the call, barking out, “What?” and almost immediately regretting it when your teary voice echoed through the phone.

“Ambs,” you whispered.

She shot up, her eyes wide and worried, her heart pounding in her chest. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I--” You hesitated, and Amber could feel her stomach drop when you sniffled. “Can I come over? It’s my parents.”

Half of her wanted to snark, “Why don’t you call Wes?”, but the other half of her--the half she knew she’d listen to--just wanted to hold you in her arms and keep you safe.

“Okay,” she said after a moment. “Come over.”

When you hung up, telling her you’d be there in ten minutes, Tara’s voice started to ring through her head: she’s in good hands, Amber. A small, tiny, minuscule part of her that she’d never admit existed almost felt bad for the boy.

* * *

As soon as you arrived, you were crawling beneath Amber’s blankets and wrapping your arms around her waist, your face nuzzling into her neck as you inhaled her scent. She was holding you just as tightly, glad that your tears had subsided in the time it had taken for you to cross town.

“You okay, baby?” Amber asked, her voice loud in the otherwise silent room.

You hummed, shuffling even closer to her. “Better now,” you confessed.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You sighed deeply. “They’re just fighting again. It’s whatever.”

Amber hated when you did that--when you’d brush off the troubles that were going on at home, when you’d brush off your own feelings. Still, there was a flicker of pride in her chest that you had called her rather than Wes.

The two of you settled into comfortable silence for a few minutes, but after a while, Amber could no longer let sleeping dogs lie, and she piped up.

“So, you and Wes.” Her face soured at the boy’s name, and she could feel you tense in her arms. “We should probably talk about that.”

“What do you want me to say?” you asked carefully.

“You like him?”

You sat up, and Amber immediately regretted saying anything at all, missing your warmth. “Can we not do this right now?”

She sat up, too, drawing her knees to her chest. “You called me; you were cuddling with me. I think we have to do this right now, Y/N,” she said, tilting her head. She scoffed when you stayed silent. “Of all the boys at Woodsboro, you had to choose one of our friends?”

“He’s safe, Amber. You saw what happened when I chose at random. You saw,” you said, your voice tight and shaky, and Amber glanced away, images of your bruised wrists flashing through her mind. “At least with Wes, I know he won’t hurt me.”

“Why do you have to choose a guy at all?” she asked. “We both know how you really feel, and you don’t feel anything for that boy.”

You hung your head. “I can’t come out,” you whispered. “You know that. You know what my parents would say, what they’d do.” You looked back up at her. “But you’re right: we both do know how I feel, what I feel.” You reached out, fingers skimming over her hand. “For you.”

Amber cursed the butterflies that stirred in her stomach at the touch and bit the inside of her cheek. “You know I already can’t stand Wes, and I really don’t care about his feelings, but if he finds out--”

“He won’t. They never do.”

“But if he does--”

You interrupted her with a kiss, soft and sweet and loving, and when you pulled away, your forehead pressed against hers, you whispered, “He won’t.”

#amber freeman x reader #amber freeman #amber x reader #mikey madison x reader #mikey madison #wes hicks x reader #wes hicks #scream 5

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natsvenom · 3 months

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Angel

Jason DiLaurentis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve spent the past few days being distant with your boyfriend, Jason, after you and the liars are go to a coffee shop in town and run into his ex-girlfriend Cece Drake.

WARNINGS! Age gap, slight angst, alcohol ingestion, reader has an eating disorder (anorexia), body shaming, etc.

You and the liars walk into the Apple Rose Grill. Everything was stressful, per usual. Garrett had been let off the hook for murder and now Wilden was trying to make Hanna look guilty. There was currently a court order out for them to take a sample for Hanna’s blood. That would’ve been fine, knowing Hanna isn’t guilty. Except A has a way of making an innocent person a guilty one.

“Take it from me, you’re always better off with a really good lie.” A feminie voice said from behind you guys. You physically felt your heart stop in your chest. The voice was insanely similar to Alison’s.

“Is it just me or did that sound a lot like…” Emily mumbled. Younturned around to see a blonde girl standing at the register. There was no way that could be her, right?

“…Alison.” You guys said in unison.

The girl turned around with a smile on her face, but it quickly faded as she saw you guys staring at her like she was ancient relic, “Something wrong?” She asked.

“Oh, no, sorry.” Aria apologized, “You just sound a lot like one of our friends.”

“Hope she’s brilliant.” The girl said, “What’s her name?”

“Alison DiLaurentis.” You told her, staring at her like she was a lost dog.

She looked at you guys in realization, “You were friends of Ali’s.” She says, “Me too, I’m Cece.” You had heard that name before, you just weren’t exactly sure where from.

“Spencer.” Spencer spoke, greeting herself.

“Melissa Hastings little sister.” Cece noted, “Ali talked about you. She talked about all of you. A lot.”

“How do you know Ali?” You dared to ask.

“Before I moved to L.A our families rented summer homes in Cape May. We went through an intense couple weeks together. I dated her brother, Jason. She never mentioned me to you guys?” Cece explained. You suddenly felt tense hearing the mention of Jason. You could only imagine what she meant by an intense couple of weeks. But there was no need for you to be jealous, right? Jason was with you not her. But in the moment you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly gorgeous Cece Drake was. She had beatiful blonde hair, blue eyes, easily a size 4, and not to mention her confident outgoing personality. She was everything you weren’t.

For some reason this realization made you sick to your stomach. She looked perfectly healthy, while the reason you had looked the way you did was from practically making yourself sick. Almost your whole life you had been worried about your appearance; making sure you never ate more than 1000 calories a day, over exerrting yourself, and excercising till you felt your body break down.

You knew you were destroying yourself, but you wanted to be pretty. You wanted to be like the girls at your school who all the boys fawned over. You wanted to be the girl who was always picked first for group projects. You wanted to be the girl who wasn’t afraid to wear a crop top in public. You wanted to be like Alison, beautiful and destructive.

Alison had told you something that’s always stuck with you, “You’re pretty, but sweetie you need to drop a few pounds.” When she was alive you easily weighed 130 pounds. By the time your family moved back to Rosewood, you weighed 100, and now you weigh 110. everyone had noticed the dramtic changes over the years. Your family had done nothing but worry about you, the boys at school would whistle at you and make inappropriate remarks, Hanna was someone who you could relate to, and Jason was someone you could rely on.

Before you guys started dating, he found out about your eating disorder. At the time you and the other liars were still questioning if he was A, but after he had helped you get better you never once thought about him being A again, and dismissed the girls when every they tried to convince you he was just being friendly to get information. Luckily, things were different now.

You wondered why Jason had never brought up Cece Drake before. You silently wondered if there was any part of him that still thought about her. I mean she’s gorgeous, who wouldn’t be thinking about her.

You had been zoned out for so long you hadn’t even been paying attention to their conversation until you saw her about to leave, but she stopped in her tracks, “Do any of you girls know if Jason is seeing anyone? I hear he looks really good now-a-days.” Cece asked.

The rest of the girls looked at you subtly before turning back to Cece, “No clue.” Spencer said quickly, shrugging her shoulders. Cece nodded her head.

“Well if you see him tell him I say hi.” She said in flirtatious tone, making your skin crawl.

It had been two days since you last spoke to Jason. You spent the last couple of days worrying about your body, spiraling back into that same old self concious loop you had been so familiar with. He was starting to get worried about you. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with you.

You sigh, sitting in the driver’s seat of your car. You know you shouldn’t do this, but you really needed something to take your mind off Cece Drake.

Jason sighed as he sat down on the front porch of his house. He had absolutely no explanation for what was goingon and it was driving him crazy. He turned his head when he heard footsteps walking up to him. He had hoped it would be you, but was met with slight disappointment when he saw someone else.

“Hey.” Spencer greeted softly, walking up the porch to sit by her brother. He simply nodded at her, looking down at the cement floor, which suddenly became very interesting.

“I met Cece Drake this morning.” Spencer revealed. Jason looked up, a confused expression on his face. He hadn’t heard that name in so long, nor thought of it. Spencer could see the gears turning in his head.

“What?” She questioned.

“Was y/n with you?” He asked, looking at her desperately for answers.

“Yeah, why?” It suddenly clicked in his head what was going on with you. You weren’t ignoring him because you were mad at him. You were ignoring him because of something she had said.

You sat on a hard red stool at the bar, thanking Alison internally for getting you a fake id. All you had to do was flash it to the bartender and he came back with exactly what you thought you needed. Alcohol.

You had only drank a little bit, but you were already starting to feel tipsy. You were clearly a light weight, and almost everyone knew it.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?” A masculine voice asked from beside you. You turned your head to see a man sitting next to you, a glass of something that was defintely stronger than what you were drinking.

“I’m wondering the same thing myself.” You heard another voice say from behind you. You didn’t have to think twice about it to know who it was. You spun yourself around in the stool and were met with his warm green eyes. You groaned dramatically, pushing youself off the stool. You forgot that the stool was hightened, and practically fell right into Jason’s arms.

His arms wrapped around you quickly, pulling you back up straight. Well, straight as you could get in that moment, “I’m taking you home.” He said strictly, making you giggle. It wasn’t really funny, but right now everything seemed comical to you. You pushed past him walking out of the bar. You felt the cold night air hit your face. It felt good at first, but then it made you feel sick. You threw up into the bushes right outside the bar, right before warm hands pulled your hair back for you.

“I don’t feel good.” You mumbled, wiping your mouth off.

“Mm, I wonder why.” Jason quipped, rubbing your back as an attempt to soothe you. You groaned, shoving your head into his chest. He put one of his hands in your hair, rubbing your head comfortably.

“You smell good.” You mumbled into his chest, making let out a breathy laugh, “Can we make out now?” You asked, pulling him down by his jacket. He kissed the top of your head.

“Not right now pretty girl.” He said softly. You groaned, the annoyance making you roll your eyes. You pushed away from him, walking through the parking lot, Jason following closely behind you.

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, looking at a group of trees intensly, “Hey, who put those there?” You wondered, observing the trees like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Jason came up behind you, shrugging his jacket off and putting it over your shoulders. He didn’t say anything, knowing that explaining the process of the life cycle of a tree to a drunk person would just end up with and endless amount of stupid questions.

“I think you should take a nap and then google it in the morning.” He said, intertwining his hand with yours as he walked you to the car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. The car ride home was relatively quite, but it wasn’t uncomfortable silence, it was nice.

When you got to the DiLaurentis house, Jason’s hands stayed on your waist as he guided you up the stairs. You plopped down on his bed as he pulled something out of his closet for you to wear. He helped you unzip your little black dress and pulled his hoodie over your head. You yawned as you threw yourself back onto his bed. He sat down next you, pulling the covers over you and placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“She’s pretty.” You mumbled into the cold pillow, grasping it in your hands. Jason sighed, knowing this conversation would end up happening one way or another.

“Whose the girl that I let sleep in my bed everyday and steal every single clothing item I own?” He teased, making you smile into the pillow. You knew he was right.

“But—”

“But nothing. I love you, and only you.” He assured, pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You cuddled into his chest, grasping his shirt in your hands.

“I love you too, Jase.” You yawned.

“I know angel.”

#jason dilaurentis #jason dilaurentis x reader #pll #pretty little liars #imagine #spencer hastings #light angst #aria montgomery #hanna marin #emily fields #alison dilaurentis #cece drake

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normal-internet-user · 9 months

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Hey! Could I request a bayverse x male (or gn if you prefer) reader who can shapeshift? (Are you excited for the mutant mayhem movie? Because I am- AAAAAAAAHHH *stims*) have a good day!!

Uh- OF COURSE YOU CAN! I am ALSO very excited for mutant mayhem, so excited infact I cannot properly form it into words.

(Also, I'm going kinda off the way Nimona shifts? So reader can really be like, anything?)

BAYVERSE BOYS WITH A MALE SHAPESHIFTER READER:

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Mikey:

Uhhh, first of all-

He literally thinks you're the coolest ever.

Asks you to turn into different things, and the two of you will play tricks on everyone else by having you shift into him.

If you ever feel like being something small and fluffy, Mikey is holding onto you until you want to be put down.

Which usually results in him holding you like all day.

He's in awe everytime you shift, and that will never change like in the history of ever.

Donnie:

Must. Know. Everything.

How does it work?

Were you born with the ability, or was it some sort of accidental scientific reaction?

Are there limits? What are they?

He's a curious guy, so when his boyfriend has the ability to shapeshift, he's gotta know as much about it as possible.

And he's really casual about it whenever you shift.

I mean if you feel like being a panda, who is he to judge? He's a giant turtle.

Leo:

Wow. Just wow.

He thinks you look so cool when you shift, (he'll never say it, only occasionally, but he does.)

He definitly teaches you all the ways your ability can be applied in combat.

Even if he has no clue how it works, he's gonna make sure it can be utilised to defend yourself.

Just wants to make sure his boyfriend is safe, okay? The world can be judgy!

Raph:

Poor thing has no idea what to do with himself.

Especially because you activly choose to not be a human sometimes.

But if you feel like shifting around to different animals all day, then he won't stop you.

Besides, he finds it endearing to have a boyfriend who's able to be legitimatly whatever he wants whenever he wants.

He's kinda jealous tbh.

But don't worry bby he loves you loads!

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I'M FINALLY BACK TO WRITING!

I have some requests to catch up on, also I reached 1000 FOLLOWERS??? UH AWESOMENESS???

#normie writes #tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #donnie x reader #leonardo x reader #raphael x reader #mikey x reader #male reader #tmnt x male reader #shapeshifter reader #tmnt headcanons #tmnt bayverse #bayverse x reader

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Baby Boy

18+ Minors dni

Mommy!kink bucky x reader

Bucky discovering he has a mommy kink. Idk what this is. I have like 1000 wips, who the fuck asked for this. No one. See you in the next post if mommy kink isn’t your thing Warnings: Smuuuttt, mommy kink, swearing Fluffff

Word count: 1.2k

“Awww you look so cute here!” You giggled, looking at a picture of two year old Bucky, with chubby red cheeks, his dark brown hair combed to the side. There were not a lot of pictures but the few that existed were adorable. You sat in his lap while he had his arms around you, cuddled to his chest.

“You’re still adorable baby boy” You kissed his nose, your thumb caressing his scruffy cheek as you continued to look through the album from when Bucky was little.

Baby boy.

Hm.

He felt his heart jump for a moment as soon as the words left your mouth. Bucky adjusted himself as you continued to flip through pictures unaware of your boyfriends shifting.

“You’re so sweet, look at you” You cooed, looking at the picture and then back at him, carding your fingers through his hair. Bucky preened under your touch, nuzzling his face into your hand like a cat. Your soft voice stirred something in him, the way you looked at him, fuck he wanted to be your baby boy so badly- wait what.

Bucky blinked, shaking his head in confusion, No. nonono. Bad Bucky.

“Look at my baby” You smiled, looking at a picture of Bucky in his army uniform, clean shaven face, eyes bright, handsome as hell. You still didn’t believe he was a virgin there, how does one look like that and just not fuck all day long.

“My handsome baby boy” Dear God, you were going to kill him. You traced the picture, your own fantasies interrupted when you heard a quiet groan.

“You okay Buck?” Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. You cupped his face, while he nodded, biting his lip, not trusting himself to speak. You hummed, looking at the other pictures of Bucky in uniform, he’d been through so much and still remained an absolute teddy bear on the inside.

“You’re so beautiful my baby, so proud of you” You pecked a sweet kiss to his lips, before looking at more pictures of your gorgeous solider boyfriend, while gently playing with his hair.

Bloody hell.

*****

Once Bucky pieced together what his body was screaming for, it just got more difficult to control.

You soft touches.

When you’d let him be little spoon.

When you’d cuddle him after a nightmare.

Your sweet gentle voice.

The way you’d always praise him about how proud of him you were, how much you adored him, how he was so perfect for you.

He was going to combust on the spot at this rate.

*****

Something was...off.

It felt good, when the hell did it not feel good. But you could feel Bucky’s mind was elsewhere, his dazed expression, not meeting your eyes while you looked up at him, his cock hitting all the right spots, thrusting in you, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Bucky?”

He slowed, looking at you worried he’d done something wrong.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No baby, but what’s on your mind?”

Bucky swallowed thickly, shaking his head, he’d bit his tongue multiple times already, just wanted to moan for you while you took care of him. Wanted to call out for you, he didn’t want to moan your name, he just wanted to call you mo-

“Sweetheart you can tell me, its okay. Do you want to just cuddle instead?” You smiled softly at him, wiggling from under him so you could sit up, taking his hands in yours, your thumb rubbing over his knuckles. “What is it Bucky?”

Bucky’s mind was racing, he couldn't tell you, but fuck he wanted to let go to you so badly. Maybe if he just...

“C-could you get on top?” He whispered, hoping it’d give him a bit of satisfaction without fully confessing what he needed.

“Of course baby” You giggled, letting him lay down before straddling his cock. You teased the tip of his cock at your entrance, a needy whine slipping past his lips.

Huh.

That was new.

You started moving up and down on his cock. your hands on his chest, moaning as you rocked your hips. As much as you loved him on top, there was something sexy about having him under you, letting you take more control.

“Does it feel good baby?” You moaned while looking at him with heavy eyes, parted lips, your breasts bouncing up and down, God you were gorgeous.

Bucky pawed at your boobs. squeezing the soft flesh in his hands, oh for fucks sake this was so much worse. His hips started rocking from under you, he knew what he needed, blinking up at you with glassy eyes, his pretty little mo- no.

You noted the way Bucky shifted under you, his cock harder than ever, your combined slick making an absolute mess all over him, dripping down his balls. You hadn’t seen him like this before, he was acting so...needy.

Interesting.

“What is it my baby” You cooed while Bucky whined and whimpered under you, his cock throbbing when your thump brushed over his pouty bottom lip, tugging it down before slipping the digit in.

Bucky’s eyes widened before they rolled back, greedily sucking your thumb, while moaning, his tongue swirling around your thumb.

“Tell me baby, do you feel good” You pulled your hand away, looking down at him, with so much love, your pussy clenching around him, your beautiful fucking face and soft skin, sweet voice, and perfect body was too much for him, holy shit.

“Feels so good mommy”

Bucky froze, expecting you to jump off his cock in disgust, only to end up moaning loudly when you rode him faster, your fingers grazing his scalp as you picked up your pace.

“Yeah sweet boy? Does mommy make you feel good?” You bit your lip, your stomach clenching over the way Bucky's lips parted, his chest rising and falling, you could feel every ridge of his cock stiffen, he wasn’t going to last long.

“So good mommy, so so fucking good” Bucky’s legs squirmed under you, his hands fisting the sheets, scared he’d hurt you with how badly he just wanted to grab and hold you.

“What is it baby, hm?” You took his hands in yours, kissing his palms,

“W-want to touch you? C-can I mommy?” You nodded, placing his hands on your boobs, moaning as he grabbed them, his hands flying all over to touch you everywhere he could. He continued to squirm, his cock leaking at this point, the head swollen and sensitive “Wanna cum” Bucky whined, his lip reddened from biting and chewing down on it.

“Awww, baby boy, you want to cum?” You cooed, rolling your hips, faster, your own orgasm waiting to tear through you at any given moment.

“Feels so good, please mommy, please please” His begging sent you over the edge, cumming around his cock making him nearly sob, he was so sensitive, so full of cum and you were squeezing his cock, practically strangling it in your tight walls.

“Go a head Jamie, be a good boy, cum for mommy”

“M-MOMMMY” He cried out, rocking his hips up, your walls milk every single drop of cum out of him. You gently climbed off him, kissing his face before grabbing a cloth to clean the both of you up, giggling when you came back to find him sound asleep, cuddling your pillow to his face.

God he was adorable. Your adorable baby boy.

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adventuringblind · 6 months

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Wish Come True

Landoscar x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Lando and Oscar are there to reassure their favorite person that they matter

Dialouge prompt: "I wished for you."

Warnings: anxiety, panic attacks

Notes: This is part of my 1000 followers celebration. I'm still taking submissions for it!

Masterlist

It's normal for people to get anxious. It's normal for the human mind to overthink and delve into every possibility.

It is not normal, however, to analyze every reason why one's partners should leave them. In the world of Formula 1, everyone is looking and judging all the time. It's hard to escape. The people give her reasons to think about why she deserves such partners.

It's terrifying how in her head she is able to get. How fast she sinks into her thoughts. The cold floor of the bathroom is the last thing grounding her to the real world. Her hands rake through her hair as her chest labors for oxegyne.

Oscar and Lando. The two boys who stole her heart. With their stupidly fast cars and endearing gazes.

They found her, tucked away in a McLaren office. Her job not normally one that needs their input. The one time she did, they seemed to decide right then they weren't going to let her secluded herself in her office anymore.

They reassure her constantly. Lando with spurattic physical contact and Oscar with a never-ending supply of compliments. They tell her not to listen to the people. A task she fails at constantly.

They have their claws dug into her mind. They tug, and they pull her in direction she doesn't want to go. Which begs the question, is she cut out for this life? In reality, she really just might not have what it takes to date, not one, but two formula 1 drivers.

There is a soft and familiar knock at the door. She knows who it is. Qualifying ended hours ago. She's been closed up in the hotel room for longer.

"Love? Are you in there? Me and Osc are worried about you." Lando's concern breaches her ears, and she doesn't know what to do. It sends her spiraling further.

The door clicks open. Two sets of footsteps hit against the tile floor. There is a softens to their actions she can't fully explain. Like they know how to approach her with the intent of comfort and how to make it known via every movement.

Their bodies slide down the wall on either side of her. Their orange hoodies are a stark contrast to the white colored walls and tile. They smell freshly showered, and it hits her hard that they were probably together all afternoon.

They don't need her. It's a true fact that nobody should be one hundred percent reliant on another person. But the thoughts creep back into her skin that they don't have a reason to want her either.

"What's going on in your head, hm?" Her body is leaned into Oscar's, head now resting on his shoulder. Lando finds her hand and stops her from causing any harm to herself in her state of panic.

"I'm not enough for you two."

"Now who put that idea in your head? Because we're lyng."

"I put it there. I'm not cut out for this, I don't think. You have so many better options that I can't understand why I would be your first choice." It comes out more choked than she would've hoped.

"But we wished for you. Did you know that?"

Shock flood through her veins. "What do you mean? Like on a shooting star or something?"

Oscar snorts. "He's being sappy. What he means is that when we were talking about our feelings for you, turned out we both had very similar preferences."

"Yeah, the criteria was you. I swear it's like the universe knew!" Lando starts talking with his hands in animated motions. It makes the other two chuckle.

"All that to say, you're perfect the way you are. It's an overused statement, but I don't care because it's true."

Lando's mouth falls open in offense. "So you're allowed to be corny, and I'm not? This is a double standard, mate!"

So maybe it took her boyfriends arguing over what is an appropriate amount of sap for these situations. But at least she knows how much they love her.

(If the terrible pick-up lines they were using on her didn't solidify this fact, she doesn't know what would.)

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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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Congratulations on 500 followers!

May I please request a Captain Rex x f!reader piece with ruby or ruby and diamond? I’m very partial to smut and spice, but I can live without it too, lol.

Time setting: during any season of the bad batch. Our boy is trying so hard to save his brothers, he needs to remember his partner too :)

Time For Us

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Prompt: Ruby - Passionate Love

Summary: Several months after the fall of the Republic, little has changed for you, save for the addition of your boyfriend on your ship. But, you recognize that everything has changed for him, and you’re worried.

Word Count: 619

Warnings: Spicy-ish. (It doesn't feel that way to me, but I've been focused on it too long so there's no spice there for me anymore)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Thank you! I hope this is close to what you wanted. I'm trying, really hard, to keep these under 1000 words, and so far I'm managing it! I hope you like it! This takes place sometime during the first season of TBB.

You’re lucky.

The fall of the Republic didn’t affect you, personally, in any massive way. Your job remains secure, and you’re not in any danger of losing your job in spite of the regime change.

Luckily, the new Emperor has little care as to what a massive magazine does…so long as it continues to focus on wildlife and natural landscapes. And, as a wildlife photographer, you didn’t even need to get a minor talking to, unlike some of your co-workers who often interview people.

So you’re able to continue on as you are. On the private ship that you personally own, traveling the galaxy to take pictures of natural wonders and wildlife.

That said, the fall of the Republic was…awful.

The death of the Jedi is a tragedy that even you don’t have the ability to put into words.

But your grief is nothing compared to the grief of your boyfriend.

You shift in bed, rolling over to cast your gaze over the hunched over form of Rex. He’s sitting at your desk, his gaze locked on the datapad in front of him, and you hope he’s not watching more news stories about the Purge.

Slowly you sit up, the thick blanket you prefer pooling around your waist as you watch him push his fingers through his hair. He’s let it grow out slightly, it’s now long enough that he can push his fingers through it.

“Rex?” You keep your voice light, “It’s late, why don’t you come to bed?”

“In a bit, cyare.” His voice is rough as he answers, and you frown at his back as you pull your knees up and rest your arms on them.

You should be patient with him. He lost so much…but you fear that he’s in danger of losing himself if he doesn’t take a break. Your gaze flickers to the side, as you try to come up with a way to help him.

Absently, you rub your fingers over the thick material of the shirt you’re wearing, one of his shirts, and then you pause. You look down at the material as half an idea starts to form.

You kick the blanket off your legs, and swiftly peel the shirt off, leaving you totally naked, and then you stand and walk over to him, your arms sliding around his broad shoulders as you press a light kiss against his neck.

He sighs, one of his scarred hands coming up to press against your bare arm, “Cyare-”

“You have been working, nonstop, for days.” Your voice is soft, “Am I to watch you work yourself to death, love?”

“...I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.” You kiss his neck again, and then you feel his fingers trailing against your arms, and you lean over slightly to get a look at his face, he looks, adorably, puzzled.

“Weren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“I was.” You reply lightly, “I decided that the best way to get you to take some time for us was to lose it.”

He spins the chair and his dark eyes scan your body, even in the dim light there’s still enough for him to make out all of the detail. Rex tilts his head back, a look of hunger on his handsome face, “I suppose I have been ignoring you,” He murmurs as he pulls you down to straddle one thigh.

“Only a little,” You reply lightly.

He lazily grinds you down against his thigh, before ghosting his fingers up your sides, “Are you going to give me a show, cyare?”

“Is that what you want?” You ask in turn.

Rex chuckles and pulls you into a deep, passionate, kiss. “Go on, angel. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #18+ fic #clone thirsting #answered asks

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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hihi could i possibly req ran or hanma (up to you) x reader where is friends w boten n one night while they're all drinking n he always tries to get with her (reader) but she had always turned him down but this night she finally says yes bc she left her emotionally abusive bf for him

maybe the other boten boys hear or walk in n are shocked she finally said yes lol

if youre not comfy writing this no worries!

I hope you like it 💕💕💕, Also i apologize in advance for the use of the phrase city girls be up

Finally a yes

Hanma x Reader

Warnings: smut, innapropriate language, mature themes, bets being made without your knowledge, Hanma

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Suzuki Takumi, your once boyfriend, and now ex-boyfriend had broken up with you earlier that week. After what felt like months of arguing back and forth was finally over. You had met Takumi in your youth, and had been together since high school, but once started off as two high school sweethearts quickly turned sour. Takumi was possessive and demanding, you were expected to make Takumi your world, place him on a pedestal above others, but when it came to you, you were just another girl in his books.

But even with his neglectful treatment you still stood beside him, being the good girlfriend. No matter what man approached you, you would stay clear of them, even when the man who you had a crush on since you were in middle school asked you out during a Bonten gathering, Shuji Hanma.

Hanma wasn’t a formal member of Bonten, but he did work as their undesignated hitman; the only reason you knew such information was because you worked as Bonten’s supplier assistant, whatever the men of Bonten needed you provided no matter how dangerous or weird the items were.

So, Hanma’s appearance at Bonten meetings and gatherings become a regular, you’d see each other more and more and at every sighting of you he would offer to create an evening of magic which you politely declined out of respect of your boyfriend.

The custom of Hanma asking you out at every Bonten gathering became such a norm that the other men began to place bets whether you would finally say yes or if you’d decline him.

So, now at the monthly gathering you sat alone at the bar, not really mopping your breakup but more so celebrating it. You were finally free of the burden of a man named Takumi and he even sparred you the guilt of having to break up with him, as he left you for some poor girl who probably bought just you once did.

You were basking in your newfound independence unaware of who was about to approach you. Silently like a predator stalking his prey Hanma approached you.

“Good evening (Y/N)” Hanma said as he sat beside you on the open bar stool.

“Evening Shuji” you said with massive smile on your face.

“You must be getting really wasted if you’re greeting me with such enthusiasm” Hanma teased you, with some truth in his words as you never sounded that excited to see him and would usually address him on his last name, but still Hanma was not about to deter your good mood.

“Oh common, you have such a nice name” you said gently pushing his shoulder as you giggled.

You had been so long out of the game that you were unsure if you were flirting correctly, but from Hanma’s reaction you could tell that your flirtatious tone was going well. But all the way on the other side of the room unaware to both you and Hanma bets were being made as per usual.

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“I bet 1000 yen she’s going to say yes” Ran said as he placed his money on the glass table, he sat at with the rest of Bonten.

“I bet 1500 yen (Y/N) will say no as usual” Sanzu said placing his money his money above Ran’s.

“I’m with my brother on this one” Rindou said placing a 1000-yen wad on the table.

“How sure are you on that?” Kakucho asked.

“Look at her body language, she’s leaning into him, placing her hand on his thigh, she’s laughing at all his stupid jokes. Clear sign shell says yes” Rindou explained.

“I still say she won’t doesn’t seem in her nature to just change so suddenly” Kakucho said as he placed his 1000 yen on the table.

“She’s going to fold” Takeomi said as he continued smoking his cigarette.

“Oh really” Mikey said looking at the older male.

“Yes, she will. Take it from a man with experience” Takeomi replied.

“Okay hot shot put your money where your mouth is” Mikey said as he reached into his pocket placing 2000 yen on the table and Takeomi reached into his trouser pocket pulling out the same amount and placing it on the table.

“Okay all bets are in. Now we wait” Koko said as he reached for all the money on the table as he began to carefully organize it.

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“So, you’re a single girl now” Hanma said with raised eyebrows and a smirk on his face.

“Single and free” you said raising your glass, as you had just finished your explanation on what had occurred between you and your ex-boyfriend.

“Yes, city girls be up” Hanma said as he clanked his glass against yours.

You laughed at Hanma’s response. He really was just as nice as he seemed, he listened inventively and gave advice that came from the heart but still with a sense of logic to it. He was funny, tall, handsome, and seemed to be a true gentleman.

You only hoped that he would catch onto your interests in him, and you prayed that he would ask you out as he usually did as you already had your answer ready for him.

“You’re single, I’m single so why-”

“Yes” you said hastily not even allowing Hanma to finish his sentence.

You quickly realized how your urgency could be perceived, as well as how disrespectful it may seem to have cut him off before he finished his sentence.

“Sorry, but yes I would love to go out with you” you said more calmly this time.

“Great, shall we get started now” Hanma said as he extended his arm for you to take.

You hooked your arm into his and walked beside him as the two of you left the hotel ballroom that the Bonten gathering was being held.

You and Hanma didn’t venture far, as the two of you ended up going to the room you would be staying at for the evening at the hotel.

Hanma was a gentleman, he sat at an arm’s length distance from you, and he never made any suggestive jokes or comments rather keeping the conversation about you. But still you couldn’t help the need growing between your legs, as you could feel the slick form between your thighs, you couldn’t help it the way Hanma’s shirt fit on him allowed you to make out the outline of his firm and defined body.

You tried you best to pay attention to what he said, biting your lip in concentration.

“Are you okay (Y/N)?” he asked, with worry now on his features.

“Oh I’m fine, its just” you said as your words became more quieter.

“Just what?” he asked as he kept his gaze on you.

“I like you a lot Hanma, and I don’t want you thinking of this as just some rebound. Ive really liked you since middle school and -” but before you could finish your sentence Hanma’s soft warm lips was on yours.

And it took you a second before you kissed him back.

“I’ve liked you since middle school too, (Y/N)” Hanma said as he slightly pulled back from your lips, only to go back and kiss you more passionately this time.

Hanma slipped his tongue into your mouth, gliding his wet muscle over yours feeling as you moaned into his mouth. Hanma carefully pushed onto the bed; Hanma pulled back for a second removing his shirt.

You watched in awe, as he took his shirt off, his body was sledner yet so defined, which had you leaking out. Once Hanma had fully removed his shirt, he went back to kissing you. You wrapped your legs around his waist causing your dress to ride up, Hanma began to grinf into you clothed arousal. His hard cock now brushing up against your clothed clit making you moan out loudly at the tingles of pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you?” Hanma said pulling back grabbing your cheeks gently.

So enamoured by his commanding aura that you simply nodded up and down as a way to say yes.

“Good girl” Hanma said as he moved up unbuckling his belt and pulling it slightly down so that his hard cock could come out.

When you saw Hanma’s cock your pussy began to clench around nothing. His cock was massive, a long shaft with a thick head, girthy all the way around and the slit was shining from the leaking pre-cum that dripped down his shaft.

Hanma grabbed your legs that once hugged his waist to bring you closer, he slightly raised your body so that he could lift the dress from your body. You were amazed at his strength to remove a dress so easily from your body, so amazed that you hadn’t even noticed that Hanma had removed your bra, only when the cool evening breeze caused your nipples to pebble had you realized the lack of a bra.

Hanma didn’t say anything as he looked down at your body, rather a smirk was placed on his lips before he pulled your panties down. Hanma watched as a string of slick pulled down along with your panties, a sign indicating to him of how wet you were for him which only made him harder.

Without any warning Hanma plunged his massive cock into your pussy, the sensation of being filled all the way up to your cervix with Hanma’s cock was making your pussy clench unbearable tight.

“Shit” Hanma moaned softly at the tightening of your busy. Hanma remained still inside your busy allowing you to adjust to his massive size,, until he felt you roll your hips undeaneath his.

The moment Hanma felt some movement from you he began to thrust into your pussy, hard deep thrusts that caused his balls to slap against your ass.

The feeling of Hanma's cock being dragged against your pussy walls was causing your pussy to flutter. You pussy was devoring his cock as you savoured the feeling of his cock being oulle din and out of your walls as his top pushed against the spot in your pussy that made you scream his name over and over.

“Your pussy is so good” Hanma said as he shoved his dick to the deepest part of your pussy while you helpelessy grabbed ta his shoulder.

“Can I cum in you or on your puffy pussy folds” Hanma said with that teasing tone that made you clench harder around him.

“On my pussy” you moaned out as Hanma now began to fuck you faster, shoving his dick back and forth inside you, causing the pressure in yout tummy to build fast.

Hanma couldn’t last much longer inside your walls, feeling as his balls were ready to release itself all over your pussy. So, Hanma began to fuck like a rabbit in heat.

You were close, the feeling of Hanma’s cock was becoming to much fast. Hanma could tell you were about to cum from the way your pussy began to milk him.

“You gonna cum pretty girl?”

“Ye-ss” you cried out, causing Hanma to remove his cock from your pussy as he began to rub your clit back and forth.

Your pussy ached to have Hanma back inside but the way he was rubbing your clit with lubed fingers was quickly making you forgte the sensation of his cock, as you were now overhwlmed with pleasure, until finally the pressure in your pussy became to much and you came hard. You pussy clenched down hard around nothing as you squirted out onto the bed beneath you. Hanma continued playing with your clit as he grabbed his cock with his other hand and gave it a few rough strokes before he came all over your pussy.

You and Hanma remained still for a moment until you had caught your breath, when you looked down between your legs you saw that it was covered in white liquid just as Hanma had promised.

“Told you I would” Hanma said with a laugh as he stood up grabbing a towel to clean the mess he had made between your legs.

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Sanzu was walking around the hotel, half drunk looking for an ice machine for some unknown reason. He wobbled about the corridors until he heard a thumping noise.

“That must be the ice machine” Sanzu hiccupped out as he stumbled to where the sound came from without a second to waste Sanzu opened the door to find you with your legs bent to your head with Hanma balls deep inside you for what was the third time that night.

You quickly covered your breast with your arms, but Hanma remained in the same positions, which caused a slight blush to form on your cheeks.

“Get the fuck out Sanzu, I’m doing my girl”

Sanzu turned his head slightly to the right as he began to scream out of the door.

“RaN yOu FucKinG HaITani YoU WoN. ThEy FucKed … anD I THinK TheY’Re DaTinG NoW. CongrUlatIonS”

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romanarose · 10 months

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Congratulations bb!!

May I request a small humble Drabble with any of the moon boys + “quick, kiss me!”

Could be anything ❤️❤️

"Quick, Kiss Me!"

Moon Boys x Reader

Romana's 1000 follower celebration

Bold is Steven's thoughts, Italics is Marc, Red is Jake

Summary: A guy at the bar won't leave you alone, luckily you see someone recognize... you think.

Warnings: Creepy men, mentions of drinking.

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You would think he could take a hint.

Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have convinced him to change his offer to buy you a drink into buying you the loaded nachos you wanted for the outrageous price of 16.99, but you were hungry! And you did intend on chatting with him while you ate. Unfortunately, not long after the chicken nachos arrived steaming at the bar top, he get leaning in too close and not even trying to not stare at your body.

THEN he should've gotten the hint, because you began to try and make every excuse possible to get out of there, your attempt to get up being met with his arm around your shoulders. He didn't grab it or anything like that, but it was enough to bring you back into your seat.

That's when you saw him, you're knight in shining amour, Steven Grant, your coworker. Was it a bit strange to see the man you had a crush on and thought you knew so well, standing in a crowded bar dressed in clothes that were very much not him, but hey, maybe he's different outside of work, right? Either way, you trusted Steven, and knew he'd help you in a pinch.

"Oh! There's my boyfriend!" You say, grabbing your trey of nachos and sliding out of his grasp before speeding off towards Steven.

"Your what- hey! I paid for those!" You can hear him stand up and as panic seeps him, you pick up speed.

Oh shit, Jake, that's her Steven said in the head space.

Steven see's you, greeting you by name but notes the worried express on your face. "What's-"

Give me the-

Before either had a chance to finish their sentence, you cut both Steven and Jake off.

"Quick! Kiss me!" You whisper, still clutching your food as you wrap your arms around him.

Jake Lockley was not one to say no when a pretty girl wanted to kiss him. Taking your mouth into his, Steven (Jake) kissed you passionately, moving at the pace you set and tasting the shitty fake Mexican bar food on your lips.

Jake! Marc chastised. You know damn well Steven has a crush on her!

Well, he's still technically kissing her.

Sweet, innocent Steven was an erotically good kisser, and you briefly forget the purpose of the kiss; you are reminded when you hear yourself moan embarrassingly, and quickly pull your mouth away.

"Sorry." You said, not able to look at him while he still held your body to his. "That guy wasn't leaving me alone."

Jake looked up to see a man glowering at you, and briefly forgot to pretend to be Steven. "Aye! Are we gonna have a fucking problem?" Jake shouted, causing a chunk of the bar to turn to him, and he swelled with pride at having such a pretty girl in his arms at the moment. The man scampered off pathetically, and Jake released you as Steven took the body.

"You alright, love?" There was such soft concern in his eyes, he seemed almost a contrast from the version of him that had so vehemently threatened the man causing you problems.

"Yeah, I'm fine" Your mouth was already full of your food. You glance back to him. Beautiful. "You're a good kisser, Steven."

I could show her what this tongue can really do

Behave

Steven chuckled. "You sound surprised."

"Maybe a little." You giggle back, then gesture at your ill-gotten gains. "Wanna finish these with me? There's a fuck ton."

Steven almost declined on account of the food choices, but Marc took the body before Steven could protest to the cheese and chicken while Jake complained that he could make 'real' nachos for half the price.

"Of course, who am I to turn down a pretty girl like you?" Marc faked the accent, but he couldn't fake Steven's mannerisms quiet as well.

Weren't you just scolding me for kiss her?

I'm not kissing her, but I'm gonna set things up for Stevn too

And set things up, Marc did.

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Take a shot every time Romana's blorbos protect the reader from bad men

(don't do that you will be drunk)

#jake lockley reader #steven grant reader #marc spector reader #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #protective jake lockley #marc spector is a wingman #moon knight #moon knight reader #moon knight drabbles #Romanas 1000 follower celebration

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beybaldes · 10 months

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honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

summer sleepover masterlist

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary : “messy, half-asleep kisses” requested by anon.

an : I love love love this prompt 🥲 I hope you enjoy!!!!! title is hozier my beloved forest diety

Jamie’s arms snaking tighter around you were the first thing you felt as the dim light of an early summer morning began peaking through his bedroom window. Even in his sleep he was searching for you; making sure you were close by and still with him.

Roy had cancelled training that morning as he was coming down with something and Keeley had threatened him to take at least one day off, which gave you the opportunity to really take in the morning with Jamie.

On a normal day, Jamie would’ve already been up for 2 hours, completed his work out with Roy and be heading back home. But today, his legs were tangled with yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you; one around your waist and one against your chest, his fingers intertwined with your own.

You turned in Jamie’s hold, moving slowly so that you wouldn’t prematurely wake up. Thankfully, you pulled off your turn, though Jamie’s arms instantly caught up with you, pulling you flush against him. Chest pressed to chest. While his eyes were still closed, breathing still shallow with sleep, you took the opportunity to really look at your handsome boyfriend.

“Go back to sleep, sweet boy.” You whispered, your thumb caressing the apple of Jamie’s cheeks as his eyes blinked open. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Glad you did.” His voice was gruff and thick with sleep and if you weren’t already in love with him hearing him like this, seeing him like this, would have you falling head over heels. “I missed you.” Jamie’s hold tightened on you as he spoke and you didn’t have it in you to comment on how his words didn’t make any sense; you’d been here all night, and last night, and the night before that, and the night before that too. “When I was sleeping, I mean, I missed you then.”

Oh.

“I was here the whole time, J.” You slid your other hand between the pillow and Jamie’s neck, wrapping it up and twisting your fingers into his hair. Though he’d asked you 1000 times, you really did love the walnut mist highlights he’d had put it. They seemed to be one of those things you didn’t know you’d needed until you had them. The extra length was nice to pull and tug on too.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to your lips, or at least attempted to, grazing your jaw at first, and then the corner of your mouth with his second attempt. “But, if I’m being honest with you, I miss you all the time, even right now I’m missing you.”

You were the one pulling him in for a kiss this time, not holding back on the fluid movement of your lips against his even with it being so early. Luckily, you’d actually found purchase on his lips and not his jaw or his cheek. “I love you, sweet boy.” Jamie’s eyes had fluttered closed as you kissed and were struggling to reopen even as you pulled away from him. “But I think you need to go back to sleep.”

Even with his eyes closed, Jamie had better aim, kissing you square on the lips in the way you just had him. “Can’t.” Another kiss punctuated his words. “I’ll miss you too much.”

“I’ll be right here.” Using that hand that cradled his jaw, you pulled his lips to yours, scratching your fingers against his scalp soothingly. Jamie preened into your touch like a cat in the sun, his eyes drooping more and more closed with each movement of your hand. “Dream of me, J.”

He stole a much longer kiss, ending it, but keeping his face an inch away from yours, then stealing another kiss as soon as he’d pulled away. “I always do.”

#beybaldes summer sleepover !!#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt oneshot #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso x reader

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bonkwosher · 1 year

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Drunk Poly!Lacho x Reader Headcanons

A/N: I did this for Benoit Blanc (link here) & everyone loved it so I thought this would be fun.

Contains: Alcohol/Drinking (Ofc)

Pairing(s): Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca x Reader x Ignacio "Nacho" Varga

Starting with light drunk:

If you're going to see one of them drunk it's definitely Lalo, Nacho will drink but not too often. Nacho is a simple beer man while Lalo is a little picky with flavors (As seen with the very berry vitamin stuff with Hector lmao). Lalo keeps a little Alcohol cabinet in the kitchen & seems like the kind of guy to "pair" alcohol with foods to make them taste better.

Lalo, when buzzed, gets all giddy. It's like he's high. Everything is funny to the man & he laughs so loud. Nacho, on the other hand, gets really talkative. Lalo will tease him for talking & say he should drink more.

"Ignacioooooo."

"Yes, Lalo?"

"Hi," Lalo chuckled.

"That's all you had to say? Usually, you're the one rambling on & on but I've said more words than you."

"Are you counting words, Ignacio?" You ask teasingly. "Oh shut up, Y/N." Lalo broke out into a fit of laughter, Nacho yelling, "THAT WASNT EVEN FUNNY," only makes tears stream down Lalo's face as he laughs harder.

Shitfaced gay cartel boys:

Lalo is the loudest, touchiest drunk ever. On top of that, he literally cannot walk, it is hilarious. He'll lean on you or Nacho if you guys aren't as drunk & if he tries to walk he will fall. If you guys are sober you try to help him but if you guys are drunk you just laugh your heads off.

The only downside about Lalo being drunk is his impulsivity is amplified by 1000%. If someone messes with you or god forbid flirts with you, that guys is going home with a broken nose or not at all.

Nacho is usually the designated driver, sitting quietly at the bar with a club soda & chuckling at your & Lalo's drunk antics. People often say being the one sober person isn't fun but Nacho finds it fun most of the time. Carrying around his tough guy boyfriend who has essentially become a baby & you bringing him out to dance like idiots on the dance floor.

Now how is Nacho when he does get shitfaced (This is a tough one for me). I think shitfaced Nacho is a wild card. Like he'd be the one to jump on the tables & start dancing, climb a tree & act like a spy, or run across the street with oncoming traffic. Maybe he avoids getting shitfaced because of how he is when he is drunk. But when you guys are home alone in your huge walled yard, Lalo may just get him absolutely drunk to see his craziness. It's an aspect that makes him love Nacho more.

"Y/N, I need help! I got Ignacio drunk & now he's on the roof!" Lalo yelled from outside. "I CAN FLY!" Nacho screamed, clearly getting ready to jump. "NO, NO PUEDES MI CORAZÓN! (NO YOU CAN'T MY HEART)"

Bonus:

If you somehow end up involved in the cartel side of their lives or the cartel finds out about you, you are definitely going to at least one of Don Eladio's parties. You'll see something in your boys that you rarely, if ever, see. Fear. They pretend to be buzzed, not drinking a lick of alcohol.

Don't worry though, with or without alcohol in his system Lalo will beat the shit out of any partygoer that so much as looks at you the wrong way. Nacho will definitely be following closely behind him at all moments to stop him from doing anything irrational.

Lalo walked off towards the house looking particularly angry. Nacho jumped in front of him, "Woah, where are you going?" Lalo sighed & lowered his voice to a whisper, "The bathroom, Ignacio, I just hate this party."

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alexdelray1 · 6 months

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Miles 42 x F Reader

Attention! Angst! Death and other events occurring in Marvel.

I recently watched Avatar. This new part and this part from 2009. Awesome and now I want to be blue and be at least 2 meters high. And I want to say that each of the earth numbers used is not accidental.

I feel like a win when I lose.

-Who are you to me anyway?- Miles asked me.

-Your girlfriend on Earth 42, but don't worry. Miles from the dimensions above the earth 1000 are not my type. - I replied with a laugh during the last sentence, looking at Gwen apologetically.

How are you girls, guys and non-binaries? Here is your favorite and unique Spider-Girl not in her universe! My name is Reader Hardy and at the beginning my destiny on Earth 42 was to be Black Cat, but after an incident where there was no hero there, I had to give up being a hot cat. It's a pity, but at least girls are constantly attracted to me, not to mention boys. Supposedly, I'm a normal teenager who goes to Visions school, listens to Ayesha Erotica, Rihanna, Lady Gaga and Gwen Stefani, but at night and sometimes during the day I am the iconic Spider-Girl. And you can ask. Why Spider-Girl and not Spider-Woman? While thinking about my identification name, I realized that for now I see myself as more of a girl than a woman. Okay, we have to stop this monologue.

-Really?”-Miles asked.

-Yes. Men below 1000 Earth are mostly hotter. - I replied and took off the mask. We're at HQ and Gwen is giving Miles a little tour.

-No, it's not about that. I'm your boyfriend on Earth 42?- he asked, surprised.

-Buddy, by this logic you are someone's boyfriend on every earth. For example, on Earth 8, you are Gwen's husband. That's how it works. For example, I'm dating Peter on earth 901220. And, for example, our Peter is with Mary Jane on earth 616B.- I explained to him.

-Doesn't that make you feel a little weird?- Miles asked me with a grimace.

-Only a little, but it's not that bad. For example, we won't have such an attitude because my Miles is your opposite. Literally. - I wanted to reduce the tension.

-That's true. Once Reader showed me a picture of him and he's a total geek and you're a nerd. - Gwen laughed.

-Seriously...! Oh, I'm sorry, but I have to sweep up. There will be a canon event soon. - I said and opened a portal to my earth.

-Wait! Canon what?- Miles asked.

-Gwen will explain!- I said and entered the portal.

I found myself in an alley next to the police station and everything.

I closed the portal and put on the mask. Thanks to my nets, I jumped onto the police station building. Nice view. It's already evening which means my shift starts now. Why should I sit at the police station? After all, the American police will shoot me and maybe my mother will.

I swinged (I don't know what to call it) to the building opposite and was about to swing somewhere else but I heard an explosion and screams coming from the police station. Oh no. Please, I beg you not.

My reaction was quick and in a few seconds I was already in the ruins of the previous building.

I saw the bodies of policemen and policewomen. I quickly picked up the four bodies and set them down far away from the building, and did this a few more times. My mother was nowhere to be found. I moved the bodies that I could get out a little further away from the living. I heard sirens. Police from another station, many ambulances and the fire brigade will be here soon. Wait what's that?

-Reader....Reader......- I heard groans from under the rubble. I quickly pushed them away and saw my mother whose legs were now just a memory. The only thing that kept her alive was that the large stone on her legs stopped some of the bleeding.

-Ma!... Mrs. Hardy!- I said and crouched down next to her.

-Spider-Girl? Please, please tell me, is my daughter safe? - my mother asked me.

-Your daughter is safe because she is right here.- I replied with tears in my eyes.

-Reader? I could have guessed. The secrets, the oddities, the excuses. Reader, please. Let me see your face one last time.- my mother said. No one could see us through the rubble and smoke. I took off my mask. My face didn't look good at all. Tears and bulging eyes.

-My brave daughter became a hero. What a pity that I won't be able to see your next actions. - Mom smiled weakly.

-You will see. The rescuers will come for you soon and everything will be fine.- I said with false hope.

-Reader remember, with great power comes great responsibility.- Her eyes had no life left in them, she didn't move.

-No, no, no.... MOM! - I put on the mask and stood up, the services started searching the area for more victims.

-Here!- I shouted and when they started getting closer, I left.

I ran into my room and quickly changed into my normal clothes. I couldn't stand it and fell to the floor crying.

After a while, Miles ran into my room, but when I first looked at him, it looked like he was happy about something earlier, but when he saw me, his smile disappeared.

-Reader! What happened? - Miles asked me and knelt down next to me. I couldn't answer. The TV in my room was showing the news.

-Ladies and gentlemen. Today at 7:25 p.m. a police station in Brooklyn exploded. 20 people died and 15 were injured. The dead were Carl Grayson, Mark Smith, Jannie Queen, Camila Hardy.... the serial criminal Prowler was seen at the scene. It is believed that he is the reason and culprit of the massacre... - I didn't listen anymore.

-Prowler, he killed my mom.- I somehow managed to say.

-Wait, doesn't your mom work at the 99th Precinct in Brooklyn?- Miles asked me.

-No, Miles, she worked on the one that's in ruins because of that son of a bitch. - Miles didn't tell me anything. I looked to the side at something glowing purple under his coat.

-Miles, where were you then? - I asked him, looking into his eyes.

-Ummm, at home.- he replied, avoiding eye contact.

-You're lying.- I said and got up and he immediately followed me.

-Not at all.- he said, trying not to avoid eye contact.

-You're a Prowler... How could you?! I trusted you! - I started screaming and crying.

-It's not like that! I didn't want to kill your mother.- Miles tried to explain.

-You wanted to kill everyone! You knew this would happen! I hate you! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! - I screamed.

-Reader!- Miles took a step back.

-Go away! I do not want to know you! The only reason I'm letting you go innocent now is because Spider-Girl will take care of you! And God knows if you try to talk to me again, I'll break your neck.- I threatened him. Miles left my apartment with a serious expression on his face.

I sat on the bed and the tears flowed mercilessly. I looked at my 'watch'.

"Canon event completed"

#spider verse #x reader #across the spiderverse #fem reader #spiderman #spider woman #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you

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kiss-me-muchoo · 2 years

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Summer with Klitz 🐚🧘🏻‍♀️🪸

Klitz x fem!reader

When I listened for the first time Un Verano sin ti, I thought on this. My favorite songs were Ojitos Lindos, La Corriente, Party and Tití me preguntó, idc I want to be in Rosarito with Klitz bai

Warnings: Not really, there’s alcohol, sex insinuations and Bad Bunny songs, that’s it lol.

I may proceed to add in my sh!tty playlist :

•Sorry, Un Verano Sin ti has been in my head

• Let's pretend Klitz went to Yale, in July. And you went to classes in August.

• (I’m self projecting here, bc, I'm staying in my city for community college and then transferring yeah)

• The tripod was able to take a 6-day vacation, (don't ask how)

• Your old friends got along 100% with the tripod. (I mostly, have girlfriends, so I'm imagining it with them)

• In Mexico is legal to drink at 18, so don’t worry, I'm NOT CORRUPTING ANYONE

•You and your friends filled your car with food, alcohol, and beach stuff.

•The trip to the hotel took around 2 hours from the city, SO YES!, Un Verano sin ti was loudly playing in the car, the road trip had to be with Tarot and Moscow Mule.

•Klitz is almost dragging you to his lap on the car, but you playfully pinch him. He was so touch starved after being separated for so long.

• You were so excited to see your boyfriend again, but you preferred to wait until you were alone *wink wink*

•Klitz was still the same shy and smart bb

•He loves your outfits; after checking in with the hotel, you changed to some baggy knitted pants, a salmon bikini top, and a shell necklace.

•Eating lobster in Rosarito 1000/10

•Our baby is kissing you every second of the day. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it”. You smiled so softly at him “it’s because you love me as hard as I do” you say and he’s over the clouds.

•He’s very surprised to see that you changed a lot during the summer; you were happier, more mature and so sweet.

•You make a sandcastle with Klitz

•Eli ruins it 🥲

•Margaritas and tejuinos, that’s it.

•Matt and Danielle disappearing every day for some hours *wink wink again*

•Eli flirting with every girl he can, while he had already kind of seduced one of your friends. (He didn’t know though)

•A wood fire in the night, while you burn marshmallows and drink more alcohol.

•Drunk sex with Klitz? yes.

•Dancing with your friends to Tití me preguntó and Klitz being so blushed lol, especially after hearing the lyrics of the songs, specially for Party.

•At some point, everyone was so drunk that you could finally have some time alone with your boy.

•Yeah, you guys had sex on the small pool of your hotel balcony room.

•Also in the shower, the sand one day after everyone left to grab some food, and again in the pool. You prayed for the condoms and pills to last all the trip.

•Cuddled in a hammock while Klitz has his hands around you and you can watch and hear the sea.

•Sharing paletitas de mango con chamoy lol with him

•Eli suggested filming another movie, this time with you and Klitz, on the beach.

•You refused, knowing that your boyfriend already fucked the brains out of you in the sand.

•You were so cozy snuggling together in the same bed after a long day in the beach.

• In the last days, he surprises you by saying that he will only be a small period at Yale, and later he’s moving wherever you decided to go, he wants to graduate college with you no matter what (brb, crying bc that’s never happening to me)

•You almost cry when he says that he started to save money to buy or rent something with you.

•peppering his face with tons of kisses after he says that. “You’re stuck with me after saying that, hottie” he smiles you back and gently pushes you. “I’m happily stuck then”

•Humming to Ojitos Lindos (my favorite 🥺) while you admire the sunset from the balcony, you slightly sway to the song. All of you are going to a party, but you were ready, waiting for everyone. But it turns into a very special moment when Klitz comes and hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek. “You’re singing!” you blush and he finds it so cute, so he hugs you tightly, but softly at the same time. “I was humming” you correct him.

•I mean, that song with the love of your life on the beach, watching a sunset, it’s cute, fuck off 🤠🤌

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Today is my gradnight and my graduation on Thursday!!!!, I’m excited

And I wrote this on Monday while waiting for my cobitch19 test results.

Besos en la teta, Hannia 💓

#danonation #paul dano x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz x reader #edward nashton x reader #paul dano #Spotify

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