#I LOVE FEM BUGS FEM BUGS MY BELOVED

[beanghostprincess]

WOMEN MY BELOVED

Okay but Shanks being SUCH A SIMP is so hilarious and also RIPE FOR CHAOS. She needs a non-fruit user for some of it ((maybe up to and including some seastone experiments)), and Mihawk either can't or Won't ((or, and he refuses to admit it, doesn't exactly want to run the risk of hurting her or Croc if there's Residue)). Now she has the Best Little Guinea Pig Ever.

Shanks never considered himself to have a weird k!nk for unhinged scientist clown women, but hey, Buggy awakens things in him, what can he say?

Also imagine the exchanges there.

B: "so we're gonna take this bomb, and I'm gonna throw it at you. And you're gonna cut it, and see if the explosion causes any damage."

S: "I dunno, Bugs, it could be kinda dangerous-"

B: "if you do, I'll kiss you."

S: "YES MA'AM!!!!"

GODS AND YEAH THE OUTFITS

Personally, I think she'd either be fairly The Same as far as outfits go, for practicality, but she also is friends with Alvida, and she's a Flashy Princess, so OBVIOUSLY there's gonna be some SKIN. And just... imagine for a moment.

A gathering for/of pirates. No I do NOT care that it's not a Canon feasible event. Moving on.

Pirate Gathering. A Dress Code. Formal.

Clown Princess in Princess Dress.

Clown Woman In Any Dress. And HEELS. and if it gets uncomfortable, she just detaches her ankles and floats while her feet rest at their table.

Crocodile and Mihawk get to coordinate with her a lil bit, and they both get to watch her bounce around and just grin bc no matter who she charms or spends time with or Spends Time With (👀), she's still theirs. Open relationships.

Also also - consider Luffy and crew being there. Sanji is SWOONING. Nami is disgusted to be a clown fucker, but she's also Looking. There's bets being plaxed on Who Will Flirt First and one of Who Will Be Most Successful.

Luffy meanwhile is splitting his time between FOOD, FRIENDS, and AUNTIE HI HOW ARE YOU I LOVE YOUR DRESS.

She acts all annoyed and put out but she and Luffy CLICK in a way few ever have, their brands of Unhinged and Feral are complimentary.

((Extra Bonus, maybe it's a gathering for the Emperors. Shanks is there too. He is frothing at the mouth bc AAAAA LUFFY and AAAAA BUGGY and AAAAA LOOK AT THEM TOGETHER.

The only way we include Teach in this is if he's in Dirty Baby Jail, hit on Buggy and got OBLITERATED, or Buggy point blank 'seduces' him to knock him out, steal his treasure, and then locked him in a closet with seastone cuffs and a toothbrush.))

I love seeing an ask starting with "women my beloved". It makes a lesbian's day. Do not stop loving women.

This is all amazing. Thank you. Yes. Absolutely. Shanks would let Buggy do anything to him and he'd thank her and honestly? Understandable. While Mihawk and Crocodile just see their girl do her own stuff with pleased smiles on their faces. If their clown wants to torment people with her silly shenanigans and lethal inventions, who are they to intervene?

And the outfits would kind of be the same, yeah, but she'd definitely want to catch people's attention. Maybe at first she still wears the same things, but after a while of feeling comfortable in her body and with her identity? She has a closet full of clown-themed outfits. Beautiful dresses. She has everything. From classy, more sophisticated dresses to sillier outfits. Everything is provided by Crocodile because now Buggy is some kind of beautiful Barbie he dresses and watches explode things. "This Barbie is a pyromaniac clown" but like, literally.

Sanji and Nami are having a moment™. Leave them alone. It's understandable. Sanji is shameless about it, though, while Nami is questioning her entire persona (that's only like the first five seconds tho). Zoro wants to get out of there and he can't stand them (<- gay gay homosexual gay) but at least he has a chance to talk to Mihawk again so, whatever. And Luffy won't stop annoying Buggy but she secretly loves the kid a ton, and he won't stop telling her to go "boom boom" on stuff together while they catch up and that's something she can't say no to.

Shanks is going through a heart attack, by the way. I heard those AAAAAAAAAAAAs in his voice. He's SO happy to see Luffy. And SO excited to see Buggy like that. And SO thrilled to see them together getting along. He can't get rid of Mihawk and Crocodile who're staring at him menacingly (because yes, they have an open relationship with Buggy but that does not mean Shanks gets to hurt her again. So they try to be careful even when they know he's pretty much her silly toy now to try her new inventions on) but he doesn't really care about it.

[cepheusgalaxy]

My name? *bluescreens*

[astonmartinii]

a case of the cuddle bug | logan sargent social media au

pairing: logan sargent x fem!piastri!reader

someone check his temperature, he's got a serious case of the cuddle bug

author's note: thought we could all use some logan content to get us through the weekend

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: he's not racing :( more time to cuddle :)

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user1: if i find out that that t-shirt was made by them i may need to be shot in the head

yourusername: sorry to be the bearer of bad news 😕

user2: y/n where do we find a logan?

yourusername: date your brother's best friend - the romance books did NOT lie

logansargent: hard to be too sad when you're around

yourusername: awwwww logie bear 🐻 i love youuuuu

logansargent: i love you too come back to the motorhome the hospitality coffee is not worth it

yourusername: not even if i swipe you a cupcake?

logansargent: okay..... maybe ....

alexalbon: i'm sorry buddy, i promise i'll do us proud

yourusername: yOU BETTER 👹

alexalbon: i'm soRRY are you like a gremlin? did someone spill some water?

yourusername: i'm gonna ignore most of that cause gizmo is cute

logansargent: she loves you really alex

alexalbon: do you still love me logie?

logansargent: yes?

alexalbon: I' SORRY I HAVE.A GUILTY CONSCIENCE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BEING MAD AT ME

user3: lol mood ^

oscarpiastri: you could support your BELOVED BROTHER NOW (AT HIS (OUR) HOME RACE)

yourusername: ugh i guess

oscarpiastri: you literally said you'd support me any time logan wasn't racing :(

yourusername: unless he can come with me, we'll be supporting you from the williams garage

oscarpiastri: better than nothing i guess

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logansargent: no way around it, this weekend has been the hardest of my career. however, i'm thankful for alex for picking up a couple points for the team and for having y/n with me to support me this weekend, enjoy the cute picture of her (but not too much)

also i guess congrats to oscar on a podium at his home race 🤷🏻‍♂️

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user4: hardest weekend ever... here's a pic of my. hot gf :)))))

user5: he's real for that, just reminding us that he's still winning off track

alexalbon: thank you isn't enough logie, love you man, can't wait to see you back in the car next week x

yourusername: you're so lucky you got points otherwise your ass would've been grass xoxo

alexalbon: Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE NICE PIASTRI

oscarpiastri: you stole my soon-to-be brother-in-law's car and called me a shit padel player 🖕🏻

alexalbon: why is everyone ganging up on me :(

logansargent: you gotta take it for at least this weekend bro

alexalbon: i guess...

user6: they're so cute, but who is taking these photos of them?

yourusername: oscar makes himself useful sometimes

oscarpiastri: ugh i get NO CREDIT IN THIS FAMILY

logansargent: i at least appreciate it oscar 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: that's all well and good and i love you, you're my bff but sometimes i don't want to see you be lovely dovey with that hellspawn

fredvesti: let it be known i will no longer be sneaking out with you guys for ice cream on a race weekend, the risk was not worth the third wheeling

logansargent: i paid?

fredvesti: thank the lord you did otherwise i'd raise an official complaint

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oscarpiastri: got a podium at my home race and i'm still not my sister's favourite

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user8: have we considered that y/n and logan have attachment issues?

oscarpiastri: she sat at the window like a woman waiting for her husband at war when he DARED to go home for christmas when we were 16

yourusername: as if you haven't cried over lily 🙄

oscarpiastri: i ACTUALLY don't get to see her very often, i can't separate you and logan

yourusername: LEAVE ME BE

user9: oscar says this as if y/n wasn't crying her eyes out at the podium

user10: and logan wiping her tears to prevent smudging her eyeliner - sigh

logansargent: don't hate the player hate the game

oscarpiastri: what happened to blood being thicker than water

yourusername: you know what else is thicker than water ... 😩😩😩

oscarpiastri: okay you can sTOP RIGHT THERE

landonorris: they're really one being huh?

oscarpiastri: believe me the dinner at mine? they were being TAME

yourusername: okay for the audience we are not that bad, we're just affectionate we aren't like making out in front of everyone

landonorris: .... shame

oscarpiastri: yOU HAVE SHAME THAT'S MY SISTER

logansargent: THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND

yourusername: AND THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND

landonorris: damn tough crowd

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yourusername: a wee break before my boy is back to knock your socks off

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user11: they're so cute your honour

alexalbon: dating a racing driver and not wearing a seat belt? interesting.

yourusername: dating a professional golfer and still shit at golf? interesting.

lilymunhe: she did get you there alex, soz.

yourusername: also we weren't even driving, that hair acting is all a fan

logansargent: practically a professional photographer now (the model definitely helps, she looks perfect doing anything)

yourusername: hehehheheheheheheheheheheeh

user12: y/n really just gagging alex at every corner

user13: she saw logan wasn't holding a grudge and decided to double down on hers

user14: and we respect that

logansargent: you knock my socks off everyday babe

yourusername: as long as it's only me 😘

logansargent: i've been in love with you since i was 13 👍🏻

yourusername: SNAP🫰

oscarpiastri: once again left out of the photodump

yourusername: you are not 'my boy' that would in fact be inappropraite

oscarpiastri: you couldn't just change the caption?

yourusername: you're not cute enough to be a lannister (cersei and jaime call me)

logansargent: ????

yourusername: *call us 😉

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logansargent: glad to be back in the car this weekend, though if alex could stop terrorising y/n that would be great

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user15: were oscar and y/n's parents in the williams garage?

user16: so oscar wasn't lying about him basically being family already 🥹

alexalbon: i was not TERRORISNG I WAS ENGAGING IN SIBLING LIKE BANTER

oscarpiastri: hold on buster, that's MY sister 🤨

alexalbon: i can't win with any of you three 😭

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO EAGLE BOY GOD BLESS AMERICA 🦅🇺🇸

logansargent: i'll let you have this one for once

yourusername: as an aussie that was very hard to say, please appreciate it

logansargent: thank you my little kangaroo?

yourusername: kinda offensive they're scary

logansargent: koala?

yourusername: YOU SAYING I HAVE CHLAMYDIA?

logansargent: well i've ran out of australian animals now :(

user17: thanks for the violent reminder of chlamydia being rife in koalas :(

oscarpiastri: gonna have to beat you this weekend to win back my parents' favour it seems

yourusername: let's be real, they prefer logan over both of us :(

oscarpiastri: true 😔

logansargent: i can't help the southern charm

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williamsf1: LOGAN POINTS, I REPEAT LOGAN POINTS 😤

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user20: TRUST HIM, I REPEAT TRUST HIM

yourusername: THAT'S MY BOY LET'S FUCKING GO

oscarpiastri: you never get this excited for me?

yourusername: FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT YOUR TURN, IT'S LOGAN'S DAY

maxverstappen1: pretty sure i won the race

yourusername: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

user21: y/n crying her eyes out she's so real

user22: based on the faces in the garage i think she may have let everything out lol

user23: as she should

user24: can't expect two people to be attached 24/7 and not be ride or die for each other

logansargent: thanks for the support, glad to pick up some points for the team

yourusername: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

logansargent: i know you've shouted it in my face since i got back from media

yourusername: you need to know it :(

logansargent: i love you so much

yourusername: i love you even more

user25: the whole piastri family going wild in LOGAN'S garage was not on my 2024 bingo sheet

user26: but it was cute as fuck

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yourusername: we're down bad with a case of the cuddle bug

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user27: the CUDDLE BUG?

user28: i need to be taken out of my misery

logansargent: i've got a high fever, a love fever

oscarpiastri: THAT WAS CORNY AS FUCK

yourusername: i thought it was cute :(

logansargent: and that's what matters

yourusername: exactlyyyyy

oscarpiastri: so fuck me, right?

yourusername: yes!

logansargent: yes!

user29: this whole interaction makes it so obvious oscar was the only boy growing up LOL

alexalbon: i'll concede, you guys are cute

yourusername: we been known

logansargent: no one does it like us

alexalbon: erm alex and lily erasure?

yourusername: lily cute, you not so much

alexalbon: stop being SO PROTECTIVE WHY ARE YOU A GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND A RABID JACK RUSSELL WITH ME IT WAS JAMES' DECISION GO FOR JAMES' ANKLES

williamsf1: ???

yourusername: i thought it was friendly sibling banter (also james is logie's boss of course i'm not gonna go for his ankles dummy)

logansargent: she's my little guard dog 🫶🏻

yourusername: anything for you, come back to cuddle :(

logansargent: on my way cuddle bug!

fin.

note: i understand why williams made the decision they did, but i've had such a soft spot for logan since he admitted he's lonely in the paddock :( i hope he has a good next race to really prove himself to everyone xx hope you enjoyed! xx

[ellecdc]

elle, my love. my darling. could I be the biggest pest and request maybe something with our beloved barty jr? like maybe you know of him but don’t really know him but someone is bugging you at a party and you ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend and he plays the role just a little too well?

Ilysm darling 🖤

for you, sab? anything

Barty Crouch Junior x fem!reader who asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend

CW: harassment - a guy won't leave reader alone at a bar, drinking/bar culture, there is perhaps one sentence that is sort of explicit but the rest is PG and then fades to black

You had tried everything to shake this guy off of you; from polite no thank you’s, to hiding in the loo, to pretending not to notice when he was standing right beside you. You had even attempted the tried-and-true “I have a boyfriend”, to which he simply replied “I don’t see him anywhere”. 

You were soon going to resort to a well-timed uppercut, and though you did think the man deserved a good fist to the nose, you weren’t quite willing to resort to violence - yet. 

You were ducking behind raised arms and navigating around bodies in an attempt to rid yourself of your tormentor when salvation came in the form of an unlikely classmate.

“Junior!” You whisper shouted - a name you heard many of his friends refer to him as - as you slid in between him and the bar he was lazily sat at; if you could call what he was doing sitting. He was perched, possibly less than half of each arse cheek actually on the stool, with both of his legs splayed out in a way that would get anyone else punched in the teeth for daring to take up so much room at a bar, but he blended in like he was simply part of the decor. 

“Do I know you, sugar?” He drawled from the rim of his cup; green eyes scrutinizing you though he seemed no less pleased by your proximity due to his unfamiliarity with you. 

“I- sorry, we have statistics together?”

Barty simply swallowed his sip and continued staring at you.

“Mondays and Wednesdays? 1:30 to 3:00?” You clarified. 

He blinked slowly at that.

“With Professor Flitwick.”

“Yeah, yeah; third row from the back, prefers taking handwritten notes but insists on hauling your laptop ‘round with you too which acts as no more than a glorified paperweight. You have a fuzzy jumper that you wear almost everywhere.” 

“I- well…yeah?”

“Right, so how does that bring us here?” He continued as if you had been the one making this conversation particularly difficult. 

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” You blurted.

“Okay.” Barty agreed readily with a shrug as he placed his now empty cup on the bar. “Why?”

Stunned somewhat stupid by his willingness, you suddenly remembered that you had someone pursuing you. 

“There’s this bloke-”

“Which bloke?” He cut you off, sliding one of his legs between both of yours before pulling you towards him so you were just about straddling his thigh. 

In an attempt to hide your blush at Barty’s blaseness, and what you would later tell yourself was you simply trying to lean into the part of girlfriend, you nuzzled into Barty’s side to purvey the surrounding crowd. 

“That guy there, with the beanie.” You whispered into his ear as you gestured towards the guy; swallowing the surprised yelp that threatened to escape your lips when you felt Barty’s possessive protective arm tighten around your middle. 

“Well…” Barty murmured quietly, turning his chin back towards you; his lips hovering just over your collarbone. “That just won’t do, will it?”

You shook your head quickly, ignoring the racing of your heart, the way that the bass vibrated through your core, or the heat that was beginning to pool inside of you as he propped up his knee so that you were now officially straddling his thigh.

“Has he been bugging you, doll?” He asked lowly then, bringing his hand that wasn’t currently wrapped around your waist to push a lock of hair away from your face. 

“He won’t leave me alone.” You whispered; finding yourself embarrassingly close to tears for the first time all night, simply because some random guy who showed up to perhaps half of your shared statistics classes (though he somehow still had perfect scores) was offering you his protection.

A sympathetic dent in between Barty’s eyebrows formed at your words as he pouted at you. “My poor girl.” He all but purred as he brought his face mere millimeters away from yours before bumping his nose to your own. “How do you want this to go?” He whispered.

“Whichever way it needs to so that he’ll leave me alone.”

Apparently not needing any further directions, Barty slotted your lips together with an intensity that had your head ringing as he pulled you higher up onto his lap; body’s so close you were almost certain you could feel his heartbeat in your own chest. 

His hand that was wrapped around your waist started to slide up the back of your shirt where he rubbed the skin of your lower back, as the other rested just under your jaw, his touch far softer and more delicate than the way in which he kissed you.

You leaned further into him, whimpering at the sensation of your core sliding tantalizingly against his denim pants; the thin satiny material of your panties no match for the electricity of feeling so wholly consumed by Barty Crouch Junior.

You’d almost forgotten this was all a ruse when Barty abruptly pulled away from you.

“Oi! You got a fuckin’ problem?” He shouted at your stalker, garnering the attention of a few bar patrons around you.

You sunk impossibly further into Barty’s side at the attention, and relished in the gentle strokes he brushed at the skin of your hip in response. 

“Is there a problem?” One of the bartenders barked then; looking a certain brand of intense you supposed was likely part of the training to be a bartender at a club in a college town. 

“This tosser’s been bothering my girl all night.” Barty responded simply, weaseling his other arm around your middle as he returned his attention back to you. “You okay, sugar?” 

You nodded at him and rested your forehead against his as you let out a steadying breath. “Thank you.”

Barty snorted at that. “‘Course, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t look out for my girl, hm?” 

You chuckled breathlessly before smiling softly at him, noticing that he was doing the same as his emerald gaze darted between your eyes.

“Wanna get out of here?” He whispered as he dared to inch his hand further up your back.

God, did you ever.

[bloozz]

VILLAINESS!READER X YANDERE!FEM LEAD

: I read some manhwas about this and was practically begging on my knees to find some more so I just decided to come out of hiatus and write some...

: manipulation, gaslighting, FEM reader X FEM yandere, stalking, giggles, rumour abt SA, also Eloise is also a victim to the isekai so she's self aware, y/n usage

🦈 Ah.. the cliche reincarnated into the villainess trope! Being hit by a big brightening truck and the next time you open your eyes is in the body of a villainess who died from the male lead after harassing the protagonist.

🦈 You didn't want to die so early! In order to prevent this death, you instead befriended the female lead, Eloise. Well it did in fact prevent your death, but it costed your freedom.

🦈 You met Eloise while you were walking through your arranged fiance's castle hallways. She was being gossiped about by the maids all over the castle. You, of course, wanted to befriend her so you demanded them to apologise to her.

uh oh.. ELOISE has a new love target!

🦈 Eloise couldn't believe her eyes! The evil villain she's supposed to defeat.. being nice? Well whatever, it's probably just a bug in the system!

🦈 That was what she thought until you started to talk to her with genuine and honest intentions, sending her small gifts and sometimes even inviting her for tea.

🦈 Oh, she was smitten.. She started to follow and stalk after you, making sure to learn allll of your tiny habits. When Eloise had finally run into the male lead, she couldn't care less. Well until she saw him yelling at you.

That will not tolerated towards her beloved.

🦈 She made a plan to eliminate the male lead before he had the chance to abuse you anymore! Using her innocent looks, she managed to spread rumours of him being a creep and trying to grope her. This rumour was spread all over the school, causing him to be expelled.

🦈 Now that her obstacle was gone, she can finally court her beautiful villainess <33.. You were shocked when the male lead was expelled, and when Eloise approached you oh so happily.

🦈 Eloise asked you to go to a tea party with her in her family's home. You hesitantly agreed and when night fell, you walked with her to her home since you trusted her. Surely the female lead is not... Bad, right?

🦈 You entered the small cottage, feeling cozy and warm. Suddenly, Eloise locked the door and put a cloth to your nose and lips.

" Sleep tight, my (y/n) ... "

[thesillymask]

Hiii!

I recently found your blog and you're literally the first person I found who writes for Abel, I actually love you for that!

Anyways, may I please request an Abel x gender neutral or fem reader who is a singer? (it can be just headcanons) The rest is up to you!

Thank youuu! <3

aaaaw thank you! I'm happy to be the first to write about Abel. I looked in several places and didn't find anything about Abel x reader/Y/N, so I decided to do it myself ✨

I made headcanons because I love making headcanons!

Abel x NB!Singer!Reader Headcanons

warnings: My versions of Eve and Abel's siblings

Aaaw the music, one of the most beautiful and incredible creations ever... Abel was one of the first children to discover music, along with his brother (cough cough- Cain- cough cough). He listened to the sweet songs his mother sang, so soft and comforting...

Adam had already made a stringed instrument with wood, branches, string and other things, and Abel watched his father play from afar. He liked the sound his father's invention made, it was so different... And little Abel found himself very fascinated by it.

Abel remembers like it was yesterday when he created his own stringed instrument, Cain helped him make it and he was so happy and excited. Of course, when he played it for the first time, it didn't go great... But he was a determined boy, and he trained until he perfected his talent with the instrument.

Now back to the present, how did Abel meet you? Well, he met you at a show you were performing in heaven, so cliché~ Norea was bugging him to go out to see a show that was going to be on that night, and he simply gave in.

So there he was, in a crowd of winners and other angels waiting for the show to start. He was nervous because he was so out of place at that moment... And that's when the show started, the screams of enthusiasm from the crowd were almost deafening, and the screams that Norea was giving next to him were no better. He was about to say he didn't want to be there anymore and leave, until You appeared on stage and the music started.

He was surprised to see you singing, your voice was... Divine... Simply divine... The way you sang the song with so much passion while the sounds and instruments played along. he found himself so enchanted by the scene before him, his eyes practically glowed and this did not go unnoticed by Norea

At the end of the show Norea was practically dragging him backstage to come and talk to you. Abel was extremely nervous and panicked, trying to make his sister stop and for them to just go home, but she is persistent. It was then that you heard from one of the security guards that two of the first man's sons wanted to speak to you, which was quite shocking to say the least.

Abel was blushing and nervous while Norea was praising you and talking about how amazing the show was, then she mentioned that Abel was very amazed by the show and started to talk about Abel having a big passion for music too and started talking about how you two would get along. Abel was so nervous and embarrassed about this, what was Norea's problem!?

Amazingly enough, you two actually became friends, and then it evolved into a relationship. he should thank Norea for that

The love that both had for music was something that made you both connect so quickly and intensely. Sometimes Abel would just sit next to you in some quiet place and start playing his guitar while you started singing softly. Abel started listening to your songs, he loved hearing you voices.

Before, was it Norea who dragged him to see yours show? Well, now he was the one who dragged others to see his beautiful beloved sing! He wanted to show his friends and siblings how talented and amazing his beloved was.

He would definitely be your number one fan, screaming louder than everyone else and competing with the others in the audience to be at the front of the stage so he could see you.

He would always go backstage at the end of your shows to praise you and shower you with hugs and kisses. He is so sweet to his beloved singer.

If you let him, he will hang out in your dressing room while you get ready for a show, he will help you if he can and tell you how beautiful you look.

"This is my favorite singer! Now go on that stage and show everyone how amazing you are, angelcakes!"

Oh if you create a song dedicated to him... Oh man, He'll turn into a euphoric and emotional puppy, He will cling to you and tell you how much he loves you and then point out to everyone that the song was dedicated to him.

Yay! Finally some Headcanons! I love writing my Headcanons!

And thank you very much for the 100 likes and 10 followers! I didn't expect to get so many followers and likes with only 4 posts, thank you very much! I'm happy to know that you like my posts! 💖

[talktomegooseman]

Missed You Darlin

Ship: Jake Hangman Seresin x Fem! Reader Word Count: 1,095 Authors Note: For @roosterforme’s rocktober challenge! Features The Chair by George Strait. Jake is a George fan and y’all can pry that from me Trigger Warnings: Mention of pregnancy, minor swearing, mention of being sick/naueseous

Jake watched the patrons of the Hard Deck like a hawk, waiting to see you walk in. He was getting restless, and it was starting to bug Javy. “Jake. She’ll be here. Don’t worry.” He says, clapping his friend on the shoulder, walking towards the bar to get another beer. Jake didn’t say a word, just kept staring at the door.

You had just pulled into the parking lot of the beloved bar, rifling through your bag for a mint to suck on to keep your nausea at bay. It was still early on in your pregnancy and you found out not long after Jake got on the carrier for the mission. When he came home just hours before, you felt a little sick, but told Jake it was just anxious excitement for him to be home, and that you had something to tell him after your shift at work was over.

You felt his ring sitting at the base of your throat on the chain that he gave you before he left, promising to keep it safe for him. You felt your ring, a light weight on your finger, and you smiled down at it, touching the ring on your throat with your free hand, smiling. You took a breath, and got out of the car, making your way to the entrance of the bar. You opened the doors, and were met with the sound of a jukebox, and endless chatter. 

Jake’s head whipped towards the door for the umpteenth time that night, and his eyes met yours. “Javy, change the song on the jukebox. You know the one.” He whispers to his friend, a grin on his face, heading towards you, as the rest of the squad groaned.

“Hangman. Don’t. She’s got a ring on her finger.”  Fanboy and Rooster say in unison. “Dumbass.” Phoenix says, putting her face in her hands. “Hangman, I know you’re stupid, but you ain’t dumb. What the everlasting hell are you doing?” Bob asks as he walks past him. “It’s fine y’all. You’ll see.” Jake says, making his way to where you sat.

“Well excuse me, but I think you’ve got my chair.” You hear a voice say behind you. “Is it taken?” You ask, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “No it’s not taken, I’ll be glad to share.” Jake says, sitting on the stool next to yours. “Hey sweetheart, is he bugging you?” Penny asks, a protective look in her eyes. “Pen. You and I both know I wouldn’t quote a George Strait song to just anyone. This is my wife, Y/N.” He says, as you give Penny a smile and a small wave.

Back at the pool table, the squad watches the interaction. “The hell is he doing?” Rooster asks, watching as he places a hand on your lower back while you both talk to Penny. Javy returns to the pool table, after getting the song ready to go. “Like he said, you’ll see.” He replies, leaning up against the side of the table. 

“Hey darlin. You got my ring?” “Oh yeah! Here.” You reply, taking the chain from your neck, giving it to Jake, as he removes the band from the chain, and slips it onto his finger. “Feels good to have this back on.” “Feels good to have you back home safe and sound.” You whisper, as your hand rests on his cheek. “Darlin, you have no idea how much I missed you. Let’s dance. I got Pen to get our song on vinyl and convinced Javy to put it on next.” He says, leading you to the pool table near the jukebox. “I’m glad this is our song. The Chair is what started it all.” He says, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Me too. And there’s more to come.” You say, feeling the beat of his heart.

“What do you mean by that sweets?” He asks, pulling away just enough to look at you. You bring a hand to your lower abdomen, tears in your eyes. “I’m pregnant Jake. Found out two days after you left.” He stares at you for a moment, and then breaks out in a smile. “Really darlin’? Are you really?” “Yeah I am. Now as much as I love you and Mr. Strait, can we sit down and you grab me a ginger ale? Morning sickness is kicking my ass this week.” “Of course sweets. Mind if I take you over to Javy and the rest of the gang?” He asks, as you nod. 

Javy can’t help but grin as you and Jake walk over, an arm slung around your shoulders. A chorus of questions starts to form, but Jake ignores them, nods to Javy and goes to get your drink. “Penny my dear. Could I get a round of beers for the squad and a ginger ale for Y/N?” “Comin right up Hangman.” Penny says, grabbing the drinks and giving them to Jake.

He heads back to the group, sitting next to you. “Ok, Ok, I know y’all have a million questions. This is my wife Y/N. We’ve been married for 2 years, and knew each other years before that. Javy was the best man at my wedding, and that little charade you saw earlier? That’s been planned since we got called back for the mission.” He says, wrapping an arm around you. You wave and smile at the group. “Hey guys. Everything Jake said is true. He’s told me a lot about you. It’s nice to meet you all finally.” You say, leaning into Jake’s embrace. “It’s nice to have some more ladies around. Being around all these men can be tiring sometimes.” Phoenix says, with a laugh and you nod. 

You stay and talk with the group until late into the night, and Penny tell the group to leave. You say your goodbyes, and head to the car. “Did you ride with Javy?” “Yeah, I’ll drive home.” Jake says, his hand out silently asking for the keys. You give them to him, and he opens your door, before getting in himself. The drive home is met with a comfortable silence. 

You and Jake head inside, kicking off shoes and stealing passionate kisses. “Missed you darlin. Now can we make up for that missed time?” “Missed you too baby. We can make up for that missed time, so long as nugget agrees.” You say breaking the kiss, squealing, as Jake lifts you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom. 

[miss-conjayniality]

Submissive Dilf (Drabble)

genre: smut (+ fluff), short drabble!!!!!

pairing: sub!jaehyun & dom fem!reader

word count: 570

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!!!! submissive dilf!jaehyun, spoiled wife!reader, reader is a soft dom

A/N: r3p0sting…for the third time….cuz it doesn’t show up in the t4gs….fingers crossed that it works this time!!!!!🤞🏼

imagine submissive dilf!jaehyun. in everyday life, it appears that you “submit” to him by letting him handle all the “manly” stuff like finances, carrying heavy stuff for you, killing the bugs in the house, planning out gatherings and events, fixing/assembling stuff, etc………..so you’d think it’d be the same in the bedroom right?

HA!!!! 🤣 no……..what most people don’t see is that it’s actually you pulling all the strings. even in everyday life, he lives to serve you - his princess. his goddess. his lady. his beloved wife. he’s the one who submits to you by spoiling you and taking care of you……

whenever you tell jaehyun to do anything, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. he worships the ground you walk on. he loves you so much and will do anything to make you happy. he’s such an obedient daddy to you. after all, spoiled princesses always get what they want!

today was such a good day for you because you’ve been meaning to complete your pink retro monogrammed dior collection and the only thing left was the iconic 2000s saddle bag. you cutely pouted and asked him for his credit card to buy it. and with a content smile, he went “of course you can! anything for you princess.”

“AHHH OH MY GOSH! thank you so much daddy!” you excitedly respond, jumping in excitement and pecking a kiss on his cheek, “you’re so kind to me. you deserve a reward for being such a good daddy to me. i love everything you do for me. i mean it. get ready for tonight buttercup.”

jaehyun blushes when he hears those remarks. he’s a selfless giver. but hearing such praise is equal parts endearing, adorable, and sexy. he’s a whore for praise, and both of you know this.

fast forward to bedtime and jaehyun is welcomed at the sight of you looking ravishing. curled hair, light and natural makeup, nude stilettos that elongate your stunning legs, and a short pink silk nightgown with nothing on underneath.

you command him to take his clothes off completely and he complies. he does tease you a little with a slight smirk on his face by stripteasing slowly, but you don’t mind the sight as you stare him down like a voyeur. both of you briefly giggle at that experience, and then he lays down on the bed like the obedient angel he is, waiting for your next actions.

“aww daddy,” you coo slyly as you caress his naked body and whisper into his ear. “you’re so endearing. i mean it. earlier today when i asked to borrow your credit card to buy that pink dior bag, i loved the way you went ��anything for you princess’ and pulled your credit card out of your wallet instantly. such an obedient daddy for his pretty princess.”

you kiss down jaehyun’s body and lick his luscious washboard abs. he hisses a little at the action, but still relishes in it nonetheless. the rest of the night comprises of sweet lovemaking - giving him amazing head, worshipping his godly body, riding him, placing a few hickies, playing around with his cock with a vibrator, and so much more.

you love to please jaehyun and hear those gorgeous moans and whines of that deep, sexy, velvety baritone voice of his. it’s pure music to your ears and you could climax untouched just at the sound of it……

[zvdvdlvr]

thank you so much!!!

could you write violet harmon x fem reader? or gn, whichever you prefer. established relationship:)

reader spends the night at violets. just fluff and comfort. reader tries to make her smile and laugh, knowing how tough things have been. maybe they take a bath together too? if you're comfortable with that of course!!! and cuddles facing each other too:)

thank you so much!!! <<<333

taissa farmiga characters need more istg lol

bubble beards and plans for the future ✩ violet harmon

🫧 — synopsis. Viv and Ben recruit you (the girlfriend) to cheer up Violet. It works.

🫧 — warnings. Non-sexual & non-descriptive nudity. Surprise- I messed around with the timeline and disregard canon like always! Female reader.

🫧 — author’s note. I hope this is at least halfway decent! I totally agree- taissa’s characters need so much more love. Thank you for the request!! 🤍🤍

     “Hi Ben!” You greeted easily after Violet’s dad opened the door for you. “How are you and Vivien doing? Vi said the move was pretty stressful on everyone.”

     Ben nodded and led you to the kitchen. “You could say that, yeah. We’re doing alright. This is the kitchen, Viv’s upstairs getting ready for tonight. It’s been awhile since we went out… But anyway,” the man led you upstairs, showing you Violet’s room. “We wanted to surprise her. She doesn’t know you were coming,” he explained.

     You nodded with a smile. “I gotcha. Well, tell Viv I said hi and thank you for letting me come over!”

     Ben nodded. You opened the door to Violet’s room and stepped inside. Ben hoped you being over would help bring Violet’s smile back- she missed her old friends and seeing you every day. Vivien and Ben both had planned to invite you over sooner, but everyone’s schedule waa ever-changing. But now that you were here and staying for a couple nights, Violet was sure to be in better spirits!

     “Hey, you,” you greeted with a wide smile. To your delight, Violet gasped the second she saw you. Her long hair was a blur in the air as she launched herself at you. Your laughter filled the house as Violet clung tightly to you. “I missed you so much!”

     Violet pulled away to reveal her watery eyes and shaking smile. “I missed you too, y/n. So much,” her soft voice replied. “Are you staying the night?”

     Her excitement escalated as you nodded. “For the weekend. Hope you didn’t have anything planned, pretty girl.”

     Violet just laughed. “Let’s go get some food.”

🫧🫧🫧

     Two hours after Violet’s parents left, the two of you found yourselves putting an absurd amount liquid soap into the bathtub. After stripping and slipping under the warm water and thick bubbles you let Violet lead the conversation.

     “I think this house is crazy haunted,” she said quietly. “And dad’s been so weird lately. Mom’s… Mom has to deal with all of us. And school sucks, y/n. I can even smoke one singular cigarette without being told off by queen bitch and her goonies,” she explained to you as she fashioned a hat of bubbles on your head. “I just miss my life before moving.”

     You gnawed at your lip. There weren’t many genuinely helpful pieces of advice you could offer your beloved girlfriend. “We could explore the house if you want? You already know my mom left a while ago so I can’t help in that department,” you shrugged. “Just smack the bitch in the face if she keeps bugging you. Or- hey! We could go egg her house or something this weekend!” 

     Violet’s seriousness faded at your words. “We should. Now sit still and let me give you a mustache…”

     You and Violet gave each other ridiculously large and bizarre mustaches and beards like you used to do when you were both younger. Of course, Violet did the better mustaches and you did the better beards for some reason. After most of the bubbles dissolved, though, you helped each other wash and rinse off your hair. And that led you to Violet’s bed with hairties and a brush.

     Just like you did when Violet still lived in her old house, you braided each other’s hair before covering up with Violet’s old quilts and blankets.

     “I’m glad you came over,” Violet whispered to you, committing your face to memory as the moon lit up the lines and bumps and curves on your face. “I think mom and dad are happy you came over too. You’re the kid they always wanted, if you ask me. A perfect daughter-in-law, if I may say.” Violet’s smile changed to something more beautiful during her last sentence.

     “Don’t say that, Vi,” you chided, letting a finger drift over Violet’s face to brush away a stray strand of hair. “But I am really happy to see you guys. You’re the best girlfriend and family I think I could ever have. I just… I just wish I could see you more than I do now, y’know,” you murmured. “But after this school year, I have a plan- I do. I’ll come and take you out to dinner and purpose. Ben and Viv will have already given me permission to ask and I have a ring for you in my purse or maybe my pocket. Then you’ll say yes and we’ll-“

     “Shh,” Violet whispers, pressing her pointer to your lip. “Don’t spoil the surprise.”

     You let silence fall over the room like a blanket and watch Violet watch you. “I love you, Violet.”

     “I love you too, y/n.”

[buckymorelikefuckme]

spice up your life

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 1k

warnings: none i don't think?? maybe a tiny bit of secondhand embarrassment. otherwise this is just fluff! but let me know if there's something i should tag pls.

a/n: i've had a beloved girl group stuck in my head all morning and this was my outlet for that. sorry not sorry for yet another jakey story. that's my baby and i love him. no proofreading whatsoever, just vibes!! any and all mistakes are mine, feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated ♡ xoxo

On this blessed weekend morning (afternoon, actually, but that’s not important) you’ve just finished your shower. You’re dressed in a tiny tank-top and a matching pair of panties, your hair wrapped in a towel while you sit on the bench at the end of your bed and rub lotion into your freshly shaved legs. The Spice Girls are blasting through your bluetooth speaker and you’re happily singing along without a care in the world.

“Say you can handle my love, are you for real?” you croon, wiggling in place of dancing until you’re done with the lotion. “I won’t be hasty,” you wail louder, “I’ll give you a try. If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.”

You stand with a bounce, alerting the room at large that you’ll tell them what you want, what you really, really want. As you put away your lotion, you shimmy your chest and shake your hips. You even stop for an extended dance break.

“Slam your body down, and zig-a-zig ah! If you wanna be my lover,” you finish with a flourish, giggling.

The next song starts playing and you let out a gasp of delight, reaching for your hairbrush and using it as a microphone. You set yourself up in front of your mirror, using yourself as a makeshift audience and doing what you can remember from the choreography.

“Slam it to the left, if you're havin’ a good time! Shake it to the right, if ya know that you feel fine!”

You have a split second of thinking that you should probably calm down, since you just showered, and working up a sweat because you can’t help yourself from putting on a one-woman show would be very annoying. But… it’s the Spice Girls. It’s next to impossible to not dance and sing along. At some point, your now damp hair has fallen out of the towel, and instead of using your brush for its intended purpose, you continue singing into it. When you start getting almost too warm, you make yourself stop flailing around and actually brush your hair.

You pull it up into a messy bun on top of your head when you’re done and skip out of your room to the kitchen, taking your speaker with you. You’re feeling kinda hungry, so you go about fixing up a sandwich for yourself, still warbling away with whatever song that plays.

Since it’s early spring, the weather is still relatively cool out, so you’ve got your windows open to let in the fresh air and natural light. It never crossed your mind that perhaps your audience of one was actually an audience of two. However, when you’re in the middle of singing through a mouthful of your sandwich, you just so happen to glance out the window in your living room.

“All that joy can bring, this I swear—“ You freeze, eyes growing wide, cheeks bulging with food, and heat crawling up your neck when you lock eyes with the tenant across the courtyard of your apartment complex.

It’s just your luck it turns out to be the new guy—the cute, nerdy, beefy one. He’s equally wide-eyed behind his glasses, mouth open a little in surprise. You squeak and dart out of his line of vision, mortification consuming you as you lean against the wall and groan. What a fucking first impression to make. Prancing around in next to nothing and stuffing your face like a goddamn squirrel. Jesus.

Your music is still blaring, though, and you've kind of lost your groove, so you hastily scamper back across the kitchen to jam your thumb on the button to lower the volume. Even with the song continuing to play, it feels much too quiet now. You try to finish your sandwich and act normal and not like you were just caught parading around in your underwear. Very pointedly, you do not look out the window again. If you can't see him, then he can't see you. Seems logical.

Except… You sigh dreamily. Oh, man, he's so cute, and he looked even cuter with that dumb look on his face. You try to fight it for as long as you can (which is, to your shame, not long at all) but your gaze drifts back over to the apartment across the courtyard. You're not sure if it's excitement or dread that swirls in your stomach when you see he's still standing there. He waves, sending you a lopsided smile, and you find it impossible to prevent yourself from smiling back.

“Nice moves,” he calls out of his own open window.

“Thanks, I try my best,” you reply with a bashful laugh as you approach the windowsill.

“We should tango together sometime,” he offers, immediately flushing after.

You see his mouth move as he whispers tango? under his breath, an incredulous expression on his face as he shakes his head. You cover your growing grin with your hand.

He scratches at his jaw and shrugs. “Or, you know… any kind of dancing.”

“I just do whatever comes naturally,” you flirt, tilting your head coyly.

“Right, yeah, makes sense,” he agrees with a lot of nodding.

Good grief.

“If you came over,” you start, raising your eyebrows significantly, “I could show you.”

It looks like he short circuits for a second, standing perfectly still as he processes what you just said. He suddenly jerks back to life and points a finger at his chest.

“Jake.”

You laugh and mimic the gesture, saying your name in return. Jake grins as he repeats it, soft and pleased, like he's trying it out on his tongue.

“So, I’ll just…” He trails off and waves in the direction of your apartment with a question in his eyes.

You tell him your unit number, then bite your lip to tamp down on your smile. “See you soon, big guy.”

Jake giggles, high and nervous, before clearing his throat. “Yeah, see you soon,” he replies in a gruff tone.

You cover your mouth again to stifle your own giggles, wiggling your fingers in a wave. He starts backing away from his window, his shoulder knocking into the doorway because he isn't paying attention to where he's walking. With a salute that he appears to regret instantly, he hurriedly leaves, the slam of his door echoing across the courtyard.

Okay, so, maybe your day took a turn, and you might have to shower again anyway, but it's so worth it.

[willalove75]

Rebecca x fem!reader, where Rebecca keeps calling reader pet names in a different language and leaves reader curious as to what they mean.

Also, how does it feel to carry the entire Rebecca x reader fandom on your back???💕💕

The way I literally laughed SO HARD when I first read this hahahahah

I have absolutely no fucking idea how this happened but I am SO grateful that everyone has liked my fics so much 😂🥺

And I LOVE this idea! Thank you so much for the requests! 💕

Translations (in order of appearance, also I used a lot of Google translate so apologies for any incorrect translations.):

Cara mia - Italian - My Beloved (yes its an Addams Family reference, I would be insane to pass this up such a perfect opportunity)

Bichita - Spanish - Little bug

Ti piace quando parlo in lingue diverse? - Italian - You like when I speak in different languages?

Mon petit chouchou - French - My little cabbage

Draga mea - Romanian - My darling (yes this is also a reference to Lady Dimitrescu, once again I would be insane to pass up the opportunity)

Tu aimes quand je parle dans différentes langues? - French - You like when I speak in different languages?

Ti accende l'amore? - Italian - Does that turn you on love?

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It's been a few weeks since your relationship with Rebecca went public, the news spread like wildfire across the office. It was uncomfortable for the first week or so, you got a lot of weird stares and head a bunch of whispers as you waked by, more buzzing emerged whenever you were spotted with Rebecca, which was often since you were her assistant.

"Cara mia don't pay them any attention." Rebecca says, looking down at you with a smile on her face.

You lift your gaze from the floor up to her and gently smile at her, she wraps her arm around you and you make your way to her office.

"You would think there would be new office gossip for them to move on to." You say, a little frustrated.

"Love, you're sleeping with your boss, I'm sleeping with my assistant. I don't think it's going to be one of those things that blows over quickly."

You cross your arms and frown, it's been exhausting trying to dodge everyone's stares and gossip, you just want it to end. She stands up from her desk and wraps her arms around you.

"Oh bichita, it'll be okay. Just give it some time."

You look up at her and smile, wrapping your arms around her waist.

"What?" She asks.

"Noting, I have no idea what 'bichita' means, but I love hearing you speak different languages. It's pretty sexy actually."

"Ti piace quando parlo in lingue diverse?"

"I have no idea what you just said, but I could listen to you say it all day." You say with a laugh, she laughs and leans down and kisses you.

She sits back down at her desk and you take a seat in one of the chairs in front of her. You open up your notebook and go through the list of meetings she has for the rest of the week, as well as plans you've added into her calendar for after work.

"Three meetings Wednesday, one at 11am, the other at 2pm."

"Ugh I'm not looking forward to those- wait, what's the third meeting?"

"Well the third is kind of a twofer, 7pm and 9pm."

She gives you a look.

"Dinner at 7 and," you look back through your notes "miscellaneous physical activity at 9pm."

Rebecca starts laughing and puts her hands in her face, you start laughing too along with her.

"What am I gonna do with you?" She says shaking her head, still laughing.

"Anything you want." You say as you playfully stick your tongue out at her.

She rests her face on her hand and looks at you with a smile on her face.

"Oh how I adore you." She says with a smile. Her eyes shift to the door and she sits up. "Leslie, good morning."

"Good morning Rebecca, y/n, I heard some interesting scuttlebutt on my way in this morning."

"Please tell me they've stopped talking about Rebecca and I." You say, although you already know the answer.

Higgins looks at you and back to Rebecca. "I'm afraid not, it actually is scuttlebutt about the two of you." He says cautiously.

"Ugh." You say as you put your head down on Rebecca's desk.

"Aw, mon petit chouchou," she says as you feel her fingers run through your hair.

"Aw." Higgins says, sounding like he understood what she said.

"What does that mean?" You ask as you look up at Rebecca.

"My little cabbage." Higgins says, you look over at him and he has his hand over his heart.

"What? A cabbage?" You look back at Rebecca, confused.

"It's a French term of endearment love." She says with a smile.

"French is fucking weird." You look back over at Higgins. "So what did you hear?"

"Well, the rumor is that Rebecca is moving in with you."

You look over at her and she chuckles. "Oh no, we're not there yet, plus, when we do move in together, y/n will be moving in with me."

"I feel like I should be offended at that." You say with a laugh.

"Oh please, you and I both know my house is much bigger and nicer than your flat." You give her a look. "As charming and lovely as it is." She quickly adds.

"I guess that's fair." You say rolling your eyes at her. "Wait, did you say 'when we move in together'?"

"I did." She says with a smile.

You both chat with Higgins some more and you get on with your day.

A few days later you're walking through the hall and you see Rebecca walking towards you.

"Ah, there you are." She says with a smile.

"Hi baby!"

She wraps her arms around you and you wrap your arms around her waist and look up into her eyes. A few of your coworkers walk by and you hear whispers as they pass by.

"Ugh." You say as you rest your head on her shoulder.

"Come with me." She says as she grabs your hand. She walks a few feet down the hall and looks both ways to see if there's anyone nearby. When the coast is clear she pulls you into a supply closet and shuts the door behind you.

"What are you-"

"Shhh." She says bringing her finger to your lips. She holds your face in her hands and gazes into your eyes. "I couldn't wait until later." She whispers.

"Rebecca-" your words are cut off when her lips meet yours, you melt into the kiss, your hands holding onto her hips.

She flicks her tongue across your lips and you part them, letting her in. You gently moan into her mouth when her tongue meets yours and you feel her smile as she kisses you. You gently suck on her bottom lip and kiss alongside her jaw and down her neck. She takes a sharp breath in as you nip at her neck and then suck on the spot, you're probably going to leave a mark but right now that's the last thing either of you are thinking about. You kiss further down her neck and over her collarbone, she runs her fingers through your hair and grabs at the hair at the back of your head. You kiss further down her chest and between her breasts, your chin resting on the lowest point of her v neck shirt. You kiss and suckle on the exposed skin of her cleavage and she throws her head back.

"Mmm, draga mea, you are perfection."

"Don't stop, talk to me in every language you know." You purr as you kiss every inch of her exposed skin.

"Tu aimes quand je parle dans différentes langues?"

You smile as you kiss your way back up her neck.

"Ti accende l'amore?"

Your lips meet hers once more and she kisses you hard, her tongue immediately exploring your mouth. She pins you against the shelf behind you, her hands gripping your hips, she moves her lips to your neck and begins kissing and gently biting at your skin. You grab the hair on back of her head and bite down on your lip desperately trying to hold back a moan. One starts to slip out and she catches it in her mouth, pressing her lips against yours. You're desperate for her touch but you don't want her lips to move off of yours. You both feel like you're in your own world where only the two of you exist, you usually feel like this when you're with her, especially when you're being intimate in any way.

You're blinded by a bright light when you realize someone opened the closet door, you and Rebecca jump and you see one of your coworkers, completely in shock. They immediately close the door and you hear their footsteps quickly walk down the hall. After the initial shock, you both look at each other and laugh, you lay your head into Rebecca's chest.

"Oh nooo." You whine.

"Nous sommes baisés." She says as she wraps her arms around you.

"What does that mean?"

"We're fucked."

You both laugh as you hold each other, your burning face buried into her.

"We sure are."

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Hiiii! Love the content, truly do. Question: do you write for tfrb? If you do....could you do some spicy hw content with his fem human s/o?

Maybe he feels stressed out asf and dear s/o offers herself to try to ease it...only to end up getting railed, practically manhandled like a doll, and creamed by her firetruck hubby (not that she minds the treatment, in the contrary...she loves it)

He then turns into a cuddle bug and refuses to let go. Thank you!

Anon I absolutely do and thank you for this incredible ask, I will try to do it justice.

For those who don't know: if you like my writing style, you can always commission me, and please reblog to help spread my work! Thank you!

You'd known Heatwave was stressed. Between a string of dangerous rescues on top of managing the day-to-day affairs of his own team as well as the Academy there were few people who wouldn't have needed a break, so you'd decided to go full wife of the year and plan a night off for him. After doing everything in your power to ensure he wouldn't be bothered from dawn to dusk, prepping the padded berth the two of you shared and ordering some new lingerie, you had sent him a message inviting the mech to your bedroom. Your initial plan had been to have him simply blow off some steam with a few rounds of fun, but it had quickly become apparent you'd underestimated just how pent up your beloved fire truck really was.

That discovery had come only a minute prior, but you were finding yourself increasingly loving how wrong you'd been with every frantic thrust.

Pillows stacked in abundance cushioned your soft body as Heatwave pounded into you from behind, his secondary spike just small enough for you to take but large enough to stretch you to the limit the way you liked. Lingerie already disheveled, you clung to the blankets and got loud to let him know just how marvelous he was making you feel. Feral growls and hot blasts of air from his vents let you know the feeling was mutual.

Holding you with one servo, he let out a sound between a snarl and a moan, pulling you close to thrust as deeply as he could into your sopping pussy. The light slap of your flesh against his armor set him off as it always did, and you kept your legs spread as you were lifted clear off the berth, allowing him to set you up however he pleased. You'd made an unselfish commitment to letting him do whatever he needed to relax, and you intended to honor that.

"Heatwave!" you cried as he flipped you over, allowing you to turn your lidded eyes upwards to meet his optics. They fogged with more lust as you moaned his name, steam curling from his vents as he bent over the berth to watch you even more closely. You happily made a show of how good he was making you feel, moaning and crying out with his thrusts whilst you grabbed onto his digits for stability.

The big bot held you all the more tightly as he closed in on a massive and overdue release, throbbing inside of you and making you moan in anticipation of the rush of transfluid you knew was coming. Holding him tight and meeting his gaze, you silently compelled him to come, mouth open wide and eyes lidded in an overwhelmed "come hither" expression that invited him to lose control.

You got exactly what you wished and then some. Optics dilating to pinpricks, Heatwave came hard and fast, roaring out his completion as he overloaded hard enough to send sparks of electricity arcing across his armor. A hot gush of transfluid inside of you pushed you to completion at essentially the same moment, your tight walls clamping around him to invite as much as he was willing to give. Your mutual moans of orgasm shook the picture frames on the walls of your shared room.

Heatwave filled you completely with just a few spurts, allowing the others to gush out of you to gather in a thick puddle on the berth below. The warm fullness was the perfect segway into the afterglow, which you slipped into as the ecstasy faded into total satisfaction. His roars quited to groans that themselves faded to frantic pants of exertion as he himself came down, his armor dripping with coolant from the exertion. Setting you down and bacing his hands on the berth to keep himself upright, he briefly looked ready to pass out before he found his voice.

"I needed that." he sighed, sounding dizzy as he withdrew from you at last. Thick transfluid oozed slowly from your thoroughly stretched pussy, not that you minded as you looked up at him and found his optics drinking up the sight. Shifting his gaze to yours, he managed something like a chuckle before he scooped you up to make room for himself, collapsing on his side as he held your limp self to his chassis.

"Feeling better?" you asked in a barely audible whisper, voice weak from your cries of ecstasy. Heatwave purred and held you close as he always did after fragging, allowing his contented silence and your shredded lingerie to be his answer. It was all you needed.

[jeonaachu]

DAISIES || JHS

Genre: Established relationship, fluff

Pairing: Jung Hoseok × Fem. OC

Words: 1.1k

Summary: Hoseok and OC are on a mini countryside vacation and he's scared of bugs.

A/n: Spring is here so I HAD to write something related to it.

“Shh…. It was just a bug-” Haneul starts, to comfort her very frightened boyfriend who is currently clinging to her body like a giant koala, but is cut off when a high pitched voice speaks up.

“It landed on my neck!” He lets out, burying his head into the crook of his girlfriend's neck for some comfort. “And it was as big as my palm.” He adds. 

Haneul laughs softly and wraps her arms around his slightly shivering body. He's just too adorable. “Hobi…. It was literally just a dragonfly. They are harmless, love.” Her voice is gentle as she tries to get him to calm down, knowing very well how scary bugs are for him. 

The male was quick to shake his head. His body curling up against hers even more. “I don't care if it was a dragonfly or an elephant fly. It was scary!” 

She sighs. Maybe bringing him to the countryside for a chill weekend outing wasn't a great idea. He had quite a scare because of a grasshopper last night too when they arrived here. He's always been a scaredy cat, always startled easily by one thing or the other. 

This little trip was planned to give both of them some time to unwind, away from the hustle and bustle of the fast city life both of them lead. Go on picnics, run around in the fields of daisies, pick strawberries and just enjoy each other's company. And what season would have been better than spring itself? But the trip was turning out to be a little stressful for Hoseok because both of them skipped the part where they'd have to deal with the insects and bugs that also reside in these open fields and farms. 

“You're such a baby sometimes.” She comments in a playful manner, giggling a little but lets him snuggle close to her on the couch.

It was Hoseok himself who had gone out in the garden of the rented cottage house to pick some daisies for his girlfriend, wanting to make her feel special but instead he himself was the one seeking comfort now because he had encountered a huge and unpleasant bug outside which was as big as his palm.

Well, that was definitely an exaggeration. 

She wasn't really bothered by it though. He can go around being as dramatic as he wants and she'd still be ready to calm him down and soothe his scared self. 

The male raises his head from her neck and squints his eyes at her. “I'm going to tell you the same thing when you ask for chocolates next time.” A small pout forms on his lips as he looks at her with an unimpressed expression at her teasing remark. 

Oh, and he can be petty sometimes! 

“Are you really going there now?” Haneul looks down at him, her lips spread wide in an amused grin.

He nods with his eyes closed which makes her let out a small chuckle at his boyish attitude. She props her head up which was previously resting on the armrest of the couch and leans in, softly pecking Hoseok's lips before returning back to her spot. “Alright, I'm sorry. How can I make such a huge mistake!” She states, her eyes shining bright with mischief. 

It wasn't really an apology made because she felt bad for calling him a baby but rather because she wanted to be on the safe side, not wanting to risk losing her chances of getting her beloved chocolates from him. 

Her playfulness makes him groan and nuzzle his head in the crook of her neck once again, their bodies tangled together as they lay on the couch. “That does not sound very genuine but I'll take it.” His voice is filled with a certain tenderness as his fingers trail up her arm, fingers gently tracing her soft skin. 

Haneul smiles and lovingly caresses his back. The both of them stay like that for a while, a blanket of comfortable silence surrounding them. Her hand plays with his soft hair while he lays his arm over her torso, being cozy together. 

“I don't know if it's going to help you with your fear but according to a legend, a dragonfly around you is actually an angel from heaven visiting you.” She speaks up, wanting to put him at ease. She herself is pretty skeptical about the legend but if it helps him enjoy this little outing, she won't mind doing an extensive research on different mythologies, legends, fairy tales, folklores and what not. 

“Really?” 

She smiles at the curious glint in his eyes. She's so in love with this guy, it's unbelievable. He's got this innocent vibe to him that it makes her want to wrap him up in a bubble wrap. 

“Mhmm..” She nods her head to which Hoseok's mouth forms a little ‘o’ shape. “So what do you say? Go out and pick strawberries?” 

He blinks in contemplation and glances out through the window. It's still noon. The sun is shining bright but not in a way that makes the skin burn. It's the gentle kind of warmth, the type that fills one with joy. 

A small yawn escapes her mouth and she stretches her limbs a little, breaking the comfortable embrace they were laying in and gets off the couch. She was feeling lazy and it wasn't what she wanted, not when she's out on this mini trip with her boyfriend. She was here to explore and have fun, not laze around. With a small grin, she takes his hoodie from the armrest of the couch and quickly puts it over her tank top. 

Hoseok is quick to rise up on his feet. “Hey, that's mine!” He exclaims, amused by his girlfriend's never-ending mischievous antics. Before he could protest against her act of stealing his hoodie, she was already at the door with her playful giggles filling up the entire place which only added up to the lovely environment inside the cottage. 

“Okay at least wait for me!” He calls for her when she just runs out into the field of daisies adjacent to the place they were staying at. 

Haneul laughs, a mischievous tone lying under that sweet, bubbly sound. “Catch me!” She replies back which makes him shake his head, a silly grin on his face. 

Only if she knew that he'd catch her no matter how far she goes, follow her everywhere no matter where she goes. Even if it's the afterlife. Just so he could see that beautiful face of hers and stay with her forever.

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST.

[itgirlgyu]

HONEY FOR MY HONEY! huening kai.

ຊ 'huening kai! x fem reader ᝰ GENRE! FLUFF, CRACK!

🎊. S_UMMARY! %🍓 your plans to surprise your boyfriend gets ruined because of two giant buffoons and their biggest vices!

WORD COUNT ﾉ 1637! 𔖭𔖮 warnings include + BEES! 𐬹 ۫ ۪ beomgyu a lying, useless partner in crime, soobin as a snitch, and huening being the best boyfriend ever! ꒷꒦

“Yeah but why am I being dragged into this mess?”

Beomgyu may not be right about a lot things; like his ludicrous bullheadedness about the weather being just fine even though the grumble of the darkened clouds could easily deafen anyone, or the the time he thought a dog, who visibly had a tag that said it would be dangerous to approach it, and beomgyu still marching right ahead to to pet the,"adorable puppy," as he called it, and nearly getting his ass bitten.

But this time, you're afraid that he just might be right.

"Because you were the only one available," you told him casually, albeit some roots of guilt that had started to sprout on your head, had already started to die down when you reasoned with yourself—I mean he was your friend, you could definitely expect a favor, or two from him.

Beomgyu put on the veil that was provided by the Bee Harvest you two were visiting to get your boyfriend's birthday present—and that completed his entire ensemble, mirroring yours.

You threw him a quick thumbs before twirling around to venture out into the wilderness—to risk your feeble, lovesick self to acquire the best gift for the love of your life.

"You know," Beomgyu began, his thought shortly interrupted by a pebble he had tripped over. After gathering himself up promptly, Beomgyu quickly dusted himself off with the help of some colorful string of curse words flying out of his dulcet lips, " You could literally dig a plushie out of a garbage can to give him, and Kai would still be happy."

Your eyes instinctively rolled to the back of your head as the frigid perceptive of love from your beloved friend, and current partner in crime, hit your ears. You were aware that Beomgyu was a well known hypocrite, so dwelling on every little word that comes out of his motormouth would be akin to putting your feet on an axe willingly.

"What's the point of complaining now?" you sighed, following the honey harvester who would teach you how to extract the honey yourself, " We're already here."

"And I want to give my honey real honey!" You turned back dramatically, finding Beomgyu standing a little distance from you, with his hands on his hips as though he was waiting for you to finish your grand speech on love.

"You done?" He inquired. Even if his expressions were shielded from you by the veil hat, the judgment that seeped out of his body language, and his words—well soaked in a bitter concoction of annoyance, and anger really coming through strongly.

"Yep!" You answer immediately, " But you came so—"

"Yeah or else Yeonjun Hyung said he'd kick me out of the lease," Beomgyu grumbled, stomping past you to follow the instructor to the destination.

"You're the best Beomgyu!" You cheered on from behind before skipping ahead to match the long strides he took in his fit of rage, and helplessness.

It only took half an hour.

Half an hour to realize that maybe Beomgyu was right; that he had a point. That Beomgyu too, could make two right points in a singular day— that being, what he would even do to help you?

The simple answer was a resounding nothing; in actuality he'd may even increase the workload for you, and for that you only have yourself to blame now as you sit beside the man who was in a feverish state after seeing the bees swarming the beehive, pressing a bottle of cold water to his dampen forehead to ease the fever he had developed out of fear.

"I swear I am brave," Beomgyu muttered under his breath, " I even ate bugs as a kid—"

"Yeah that's enough beomgyu," You swiftly put an end to his loony babbling before he could further embarrass himself in front of the beautiful lady who had helped you take him inside the workshop and had provided him with urgent care.

"Please don't mind my friend," You apologized on his stead, pressing the cold bottle to his lips, sealing it shut, "He's just squeamish about bugs," Beomgyu shoots a glare at you an instant, his neck audibly cracking at his rapid force. But you ignore his searing gaze in favor of mingling with the pretty lady in front of you.

The lady assured Beomgyu one last time that he wasn't the first one to get freaked out at the sight of all those bees together, and it's a completely normal reaction to have, before excusing herself to let him rest for a while, much to Beomgyu's dismay.

"You just hate me don't you?" Beomgyu shoots you a glare, "First bringing me here-"

"You were the only jobless one that could drive me here without raising any suspicion."

"And then making me look bad in front of that nice nurse!"

"I just spoke the truth!" You defended yourself, allowing yourself to lay back on the chair you had placed yourself in beside the single bed, " You did faint!"

"Couldn't you have made it sound cooler?!"

"And lie?"

"Precisely!" Beomgyu who had forgotten that he had gotten dizzy, and fell backwards on the ground hitting the back of his head pretty hard, had suddenly the determination of an olympian representing his country as he, with a lot of "ouchies" and winces in similar note, sat on on the bed facing kai's girlfriend, and currently his formidable foe.

"Lie about what?"

"Beomgyu not fainting at the sight of bees." You replied rapidly with a scoff prior to the tone of the voice registering in your head, and realizing who it belonged to.

You whipped your head around to see none other than your very own boyfriend—the one who you were hiding from as you planned to surprise him with the thoughtful organic gift—kai, while holding a basket full of strawberries.

"Kai?" You yelled in shock, but it came out more like a question as you narrowed your eyes behind your glasses trying to assess the possibility of your boyfriend being real, and not an entity of your subconscious appearing before you.

You also noticed a large figure of the man behind Kai,who was trying his best to appear invisible, and it all became all too real as the math started to make sense in your head, all of a sudden.

One plus two indeed meant that Soobin had failed to keep his big mouth shut, and snitched on you.

"Before you get mad I can explain," Soobin spluttered, emerging out of Kai's shadow. His hands flailed around as he tried to get you to listen to him before you start to berate him for something which he admits he had done; but Soobin swears he had a reason.

"Your reason is that was around here and so you wanted to ruin his girlfriend's surprise for him?"

Soobin winced—his nose scrunched up as he listened to you,the taste of his own actions appearing too bitter for him when you summarized it for him

"Well then Beomgyu texted me that he got injured."

"He was exaggerating," Kai laughed as he sat beside beomgyu, pinching the blanket between his index finger and thumb, reminding you of his attendance; it made your blood boil to have your sweet little surprise being trampled by two giant buffoons.

"And your surprise is still intact my love," Kai exclaimed, turning his body to look at you. His hands glided on the bed to approach yours, but you quickly hid them inside your crossed arms—eyes boring into his as you silently grilled him to come clean.

"I swear!" Kai lied once again, throwing his hands up in the air in his defense, "actually it's my surprise that got spoiled."

"Poor Kai," Soobin, the loose lipped traitor, sighed from the sideways.

He quickly shut himself up when you shot him the umpteenth number of glares, and excused himself to the bathroom, as you turned your attention to your boyfriend, and his apparent spoiled surprise.

"What surprise?" You inquired, your body still leaning away from his touch, as you situated yourself on the other side of the bed.

Beomgyu had his head hidden by the blanket, and refused to come out of it to even breathe right after Kai appeared with Soobin because of his weak, unsavory moment of helplessness when he was being treated by the woman of his dreams: Beomgyu's own words.

"Wait!" Kai's sparkled as he clapped his hands," That means you don't know!"

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling upwards in a distasteful scorn.

"I knew it, you were lying."

"Was not!" Kai exclaimed, his head swinging back as though he had just been accused of perjury, the opaque sparkles swimming in his waterline.

"I wanted you to surprise you with my hand picked strawberries!" He held up the straw basket, filled with delectable strawberries before your eyes, before setting it between the two of you.

"Really?" you asked, the distasteful anger in your heart simmering away little by little at his endearingly childish antics, "Why surprise me though?"

Your fingers finding themselves picking up a sweet looking strawberry, tearing it through your teeth as the dulcet juices of the fruit, mixed with your lover's effort touched the tip of your tongue.

"Because I love you."

"You knew didn't you? Soobin told you, didn't he?"

Kai pressed his lips on a thin line as a color mimicking the shade of the strawberries he had picked bloomed onto the apple of his cheeks, his hands brushing the back of his head, nodding meekly.

" I will kill him later," You said, picking up the basket and replacing it with yourself—inching closer to him and placing your chins on his chest, looking up at him.

"Right now let me bask in your cuteness."

author's note / low key a comeback?

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[killmongerskeepermain]

Her Heart // Chapter 4 // Shuri

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Violence // Blood // Character Death //

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

You tried to pick the lock to the room as you noticed the guard was not there. You heard a couple of grunts and the sound of a thud before you backed away from the door. You shielded the queen and her child from any danger before a familiar face appeared. "Namora?" She easily broke the door off of its hinges before she walked up to the pair of you. 

"K'uk'ulkan, táan u pa'atik ti' le uláak' extremo le cheemo'."

(K'uk'ulkan is waiting at the other end of the ship.)

"The Wakandans are on the upper deck preparing for a fight. You should go to them. I'll escort the queen and K'uk'ulkan's heir to safety." She said to the queen who had a weak smile on her lips. You nodded before Namora held out her hand for you to take. "Thank you. Y/N of Wakanda." You nodded before dashing up the stairs leading to the deck.

You watched with wide eyes as the fake Shuri held a scowl on her face as your beloved Shuri stepped off of the royal jet. "Welcome princess. It truly is an honor."

You could practically see the rage radiating off of her. You had only seen this once. When the queen mother passed on. You stood frozen as the fake Shuri turned her attention to you. "You just couldn't follow directions." She shouted but you had a feeling it was directed to you. She turned her body in your direction and Shuri quickly jumped to plant herself between you.

"Your fight is with me." She sneered before the waves began slapping against the side of the ship with a strong force. You looked to see Namor land on the ship with anger across his own features. "Me as well."

This doppelganger was clearly not affected in any way. Her lips held a smirk before Namor rushed in to fight. The two came to blows and you were amazed at how she matched his energy during the fight. While the imposter's attention was elsewhere Shuri turned to you with her hands on your face. Her eyes scanned you over. Looking at every bruise, cut,  and scrape tainting your brown skin. "Are you alright, sthandwa?" You nodded slightly before she rested her forehead against your own. "I'm so sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I’m so stupid!"

"Shhh not now. You have a fight to win my love." You smiled and it was her turn to nod. "I'll be right here." She turned to the fight before her and her mask materialized. She jumped into the fight and you caught sight of two guards approaching you from behind. You stood your ground and held a fighting stance watching them circle you. You dodged one of their punches before sending a punch to his gut and an elbow to his throat. The second grabbed your arms so you jumped to kick him away. You quickly stomped down on his neck before turning back to the fight unfolding. You looked over to see the fake backed into a corner before she held up a small device, flipping the switch the boat slightly shook and Shuri's suit began to bug out. Coming off in small spots not giving her full protection. 

"Can't fight without the whole suit huh? Shame?" She stated and Shuri scoffed.  

"I do not need a suit to fight you." 

"No, the suit is to protect you. Right, your highness?" She grinned and you noticed a red beam aimed at her exposed side. Your body moved on its own before your mind could react as you dashed towards her. You grabbed her shoulder before the both of you fell to the ground with her arms around your waist for her to take the force of the fall. Nakia moved in and fired her weapon into the fake Shuri’s back and watched as she fell to her knees. She turned to her side ready to reprimand you for tackling her when her eyes moved to her now red stained hand. Shifting your hand away from your side to reveal the wound you protected her from.

"Sthandwa?" She mumbled softly as your eyes stared back at her. You groaned when she picked up to hold you close to her.

"Y/N! Baby why did you do that?!" She screamed and Namor took down the fake. He held her down as Nakia and Okoye rushed to her side, having seen the whole thing. The armed sniper was taken down by Attuma who managed to sneak behind as Nakia put her kimoyo beads to yours. 

"She's not healing." Griot said as Nakia watched with wide eyes and Shuri was on the verge of a breakdown.

“What? No. No no no. No. NO! Why not? Baby your powers aren’t working. I need you to heal up for me okay. Please heal up.”, She cried and you swallowed the blood in your mouth. She tried to use her hand to stop the bleeding. You just stared up at her as she tried to stop the tear rolling down her cheeks. "I'm supposed to bring you home. Please sthandwa. Don't leave me." The princess didn't even notice Amera and Namor standing off to the side. The Talokan queen didn't want to believe you were dying. But she didn't know what else to do. You have stuck your neck out for her and her unborn child. The least she could do was be by your side. To bring comfort to you and Shuri.

She kneeled down next to you as she held her baby to her chest. "We're gonna get you help Y/N. You're going to be okay." Shuri looked up at her and she gave a small smile letting her know she was there for her. For you. 

"We will bring in the fake for questioning. But right now we have to get Y/N back for medical attention." Okoye stated as Namora dragged fake Shuri onto the jet. Shuri gathered you in her arms and ran to the jet where Ayo was prepared to fly them all home. 

"I'll come with you." Amera said as she held onto her son who was now squirming in her grip. She followed the panther into the jet as Namor and his army trailed behind by sea. Shuri never took her eyes off of you as you stared up at her face. Her eyes held many things. Hope. Pain. Fear. Shuri couldn't lose you. She couldn't. After her mother, you became the last person to really know her. You knew her strengths. Her weaknesses. Her fears. Her secrets. 

"Usana. You're going to be alright. I promise." She mumbled as you wiped a tear away. 

"Don't cry my love." You groaned as she held you. You rested your head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. The sound was melodic. It calmed you. Pulling you to shut your eyes and rest. "I love you." With those three words you fell unconscious and she started to cry harder. 

"Hurry. You'll be okay. I promise." Her words were broken into small hiccups as the jet approached the river border. Soon after the jet reached the palace where medical staff were waiting with a stretcher for the wounded. She carried you to them before lying you down gently. "Please save her. Save her. Please." By now she sounded like a broken record, praying for you to be saved.

"We will do everything we can, your highness." With that they took you away to begin the process of saving your life. Shuri turned to the jet where Okoye was dragging the unconscious enemy out. 

"Take her to the throne room. Wait for me there." They walked away from the landing deck with sad faces as Shuri stood in her place. She used the moment of silence to calm her nerves as she took a deep breath. Her eyes closed and her hands hanging at her side. She looked up at the sky trying her best not to fall to her knees in this moment of vulnerability. "Mother." She shut her eyes as the wind blew past her face. "I know you and brother would take great care of her. But please. Don't let the ancestors take her. Not yet. I can't lose her now." Taking a deep breath her eyes fluttered open before making her way to the throne room. Nakia stood by the door waiting before stopping Shuri in her tracks. "You should be with Y/N. We can take it from here."

"Nakia please. I have to do this. I need to know why they went after Y/N in the first place. You go be with her. If anything happens, promise me you'll come tell me." 

Nakia opened her mouth to speak but no words came out so she just nodded. "I will." The two split ways and she entered the room where Okoye and Ayo stood over a body.

"Princess. You should see this." Okoye said and Shuri approached to see a man lying on the floor. "Where is the fake?"

"This is her. Or was. She shifted into this colonizer a couple of minutes after being here." The guard responded and Shuri scoffed.

"He's a mutant?" Shuri leaned down to look him over and a tattoo caught her eyes. Crossbones over a snake. "I know this tattoo. Y/N used to tell me stories about the enemies she's faced while being a wardog. She mentioned this specific tattoo." Shuri felt her stomach drop and chose to ignore it.

"So if he was defeated by Y/N before. This could be retaliation. Poor choice on his end considering all the trouble he's caused. Not just with you but with Talokan as well." Ayo stated with her spear in her hand.

"Wake him." She slammed the bottom of her weapon against the floor and he snapped awake. "Some fucking trip."

"Why?" That one word was the only thing Shuri asked and his eyes found her own. He stared up at her as he clenched his jaw not wanting to seek out his meal ticket. "I will not ask again." He could tell how angry she was by the way her chest heaved and her nostrils flared.

"It was a paid job. Me and your little wardog had some unfinished business so I took it. Paid well. Wasn't expecting the bitch to take a bullet for you though." A sharp punch landed on his cheek and he fell backwards hitting the floor.

"Don't you dare speak of her like that. Not while I'm here." She commanded and he spit blood from his mouth onto the floor. She motioned for the Dora Milaje to leave the room before unleashing her anger and punching him across the room. "Griot."

"Yes princess?"

"What's Y/N's heart rate?"

"Stable princess, but I do think you should be with her."

"I will. After I deal with him." She stomped over to the man before kicking him in the gut. His body landed on the other side of the room from the force of her kick and she was on him again. Only this time she was knocking the living daylights out of him. Every punch she dished out was for each time he hurt you. Because he took you. He made you whimper in pain. He inflicted all those bruises on your beautiful skin. Everything in the outside world was drowned out by Shuri's anger. Last time she felt like this you were the one to pull her back to reality. But it's different now. She stood over this man with a deadly aura as she balled her bloodied fists. 

"Shuri." Nakia's voice called out and Shuri wouldn't let up. "Shuri!" The panther turned to face her with a few blood splatters on her cheek.  

"I won't kill him yet."

"My queen…." She closed her mouth as looked down to her feet to prepare herself. Her eyes found Shuri's and the panther's body went rigid. Nakia had tears threatening to spill as she stood in the door. "Y/N is…" She stopped mid sentence and all the fury Shuri felt dispersed "She is with the ancestors now."

[lythea-creation]

Weirdo To Celebrity - Shams x fem reader

summary: In an alternative universe Shams has managed to fulfill her dream and become an established film maker. But over her fame she never forgets to appreciate (f/n), her beloved wife.

warnings: none

word count: 1.074

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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Lights and countless voices were surrounding me as I was waiting for my wife to arrive. It was the debut of her new movie and everyone wanted to talk to her, in stark contrast to our time back at school.

“Hey, sorry for the wait”, Shams apologized while sitting down next to me.

“No problem”, I assured her and gave her a quick peck on the lips, before moving to hold her hand. “I can't wait to see the film.”

“You'll love it”, she promised. “It turned out even better than expected.”

Over the cause of the last seven years, Shams had managed to establish a name for herself. For her dream we had moved to the US and so far life could not go any better.

Despite the homophobia that was already present here, it was safer to express ourselves here than back at home. We had even been able to marry.

After finishing watching the movie I had to admit that Shams had been right. It seemed like she only got better with every new project.

When we went outside the press was everywhere, waiting for their chance to talk to her.

“Well, you know. Shams has always been incredibly passionate about being a film maker. I think that's what brought her here, this far”, I stated in an interview.

“How does it feel to be married to such a bright star?”

I looked over at Shams who was smiling happily at me, while answering the questions of another interviewer.

“To be honest it can be a hassle sometimes. Getting recognized when going out. Dealing with stalkers and crazy fans. Barely seeing her from time to time. But this is her dream, always has been. It makes her happy and that's absolutely worth it. There are advantages as well of course. The money, the connections, knowing about her plans before everyone else. But the only thing that matters to me is being with her and her being content with her life.”

“I can only agree”, Shams interjected. “I'm lucky to have such an amazing wife like (f/n). She's always supporting me no matter what, encouraging me to continue my way, even if it's hard. I mean … she even moved to another continent with me. I can never thank her enough for everything she's done for me.”

My eyes began to water at her words.

Shams was making sure I was feeling loved as much as she could, fulfilling my wishes before I even knew I had them. But hearing such a love declaration in front of potentially millions of people was a completely different league.

I could not help but kiss, did not want to stop myself either. Shams smiled into the kiss and for a short moment we forgot about the cameras.

After that we were all over social media, people rooting for us, some being jealous.

I was mainly on social media to push my wife's fame, but lately I was also getting a lot of fan messages.

“Would surprise me if not”, was Shams' only comment to that.

Shams' fans even started requesting her to include me in her live streams. Now there were clips where Shams had secretly filmed me cooking for her or of us getting ready to go out.

I had never imagined my life to turn out like this, but I did not mind.

My coworkers had also started bugging me with my newfound fame.

Honestly some aspects of it were awesome, like our dinner parties with some of Shams' actors.

But from time to time I wondered why Shams had chosen me out of all people and if she would still choose me now that she had so many options. After all I was not that special.

I was a simple woman, working a part-time job because we did not need the money anyway. I had just wanted to do my part for society as well and just sit at home all day.

Today was our wedding anniversary of three years.

I made Shams her favorite cake and prepped everything for our usual trip to the beach that had become our little tradition.

“Hey, love. Happy anniversary”, I greeted her when she came out of the bedroom.

Before giving her the chance to reply anything, I pulled her into a passionate kiss.

“Time really flies by, doesn't it?”, she considered. “I'm sorry, but I need to take care of something first, before we can go.”

“Can't you do that another day?”, I wondered, disappointment filling my chest.

“Nah. It'll be too late then. But I promise I'll be back in an hour.”

She grabbed her back and left after sending me a short smile.

I was used to her having to leave suddenly, but in the past she had always made time for our anniversary. Was her work starting to become more important than me?

I shook those thoughts away, deciding to listen to music to cheer me up, while cleaning the house a bit.

Actually I hated cleaning and Shams never had time for it. So she had hired someone to do it for us. But right now it was a welcome distraction.

Fifty minutes later Shams finally returned and I tried my best to get a hold of my disappointment and intrusive thoughts. It was not her fault that her job was demanding.

After about a twenty minute ride we arrived near the beach. I was glad that we had decided against living in the city and instead settled in a village closer to nature.

Shams and I carried the food and beverages together to our spot. But when it came into sight I almost dropped everything.

The sand was littered by dozens of lighted candles. There had already been a blanket placed on the sand that was decorated with countless different flower petals. To top it all off there were several hearts drawn into the sand.

I was too stunned to react.

“Sorry for leaving earlier, but I just can't manage to wake up early and I wanted to do it all myself”, Shams enlightened me. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!”, I exclaimed, placing the cake on the ground and jumping into her arms, not caring about the bottles falling to the ground.

“You deserve nothing less”, she whispered.

“I love you.”

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I hope I managed to catch what you were imagining, anon. What do you all think about it?

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