#THE LITTLE HAMMER TURNED INTO A SCOOP

[pompadourrguy]

thinking about... ice cream vendor venture...

[liliacamethyst]

Sneak Peak Part V - Web of Eternal Dawn

“Drop the child, Miguel.” the figure warns.

With an unimpressed raise of his brow, Miguel retorts, “Go home, Miles.”

Gabriel, now more settled, looks up at Miguel with adoring eyes, already halfway back to sleep. But Miles’ persistent voice booms through the little room. "Miguel, step the fuck back from the baby, and let's settle this outside. NOW."

"Kid, this isn't a fight you wanna fight," Miguel warns, gently lowering the now sleeping Gabriel back into his crib.

But just as the situation seems to have reached a tense standoff, the door bursts open, revealing you, fully clad in your spider-suit, ready to fight, fury painted on every feature. Flashbacks of the past, filled with anger, pain, and fear, cloud your vision upon seeing Miguel bending over your son.

"Sunny, I can explain—" Miguel starts, but your  reaction is swift. With a well-aimed web, you pin him to the nearby wall, rendering him immobile. Miles, clearly taken aback by your rapid response, stammers, “He... uh... was trying to... take Gabriel again. I saw it?”

Miguel's eyes, though pinned, glitter dangerously. “Cut the crap, kid.”

You had heard enough, and you fired webs at his mouth, silencing him. Standing tall, you demand, “What the hell is going on?”

Your heart hammers against your ribcage, an overpowering nausea threatening to bring you to your knees. Not again, you beg internally, this can't be happening again. The biting sensation of deja vu feels like a punch to the gut. 

As if reading your panic, Miles lifts his hands in a placating gesture, but your focus narrows solely on your sleeping baby, peacefully oblivious to the tension in the room. Swiftly, you cross the distance to his crib, gently scooping him up, trying your hardest not to stir him. Every instinct screams at you to get away, to protect your child from the unpredictable scene.

You barely register Miles' words of apology or his attempt to follow, reacting instinctively by sending a web in his direction, narrowly missing him and instead encasing Miguel against the wall. With him momentarily restrained, you leave the room.

Miguel, however, almost effortlessly shrugs off the sticky restraints, ripping the webbing from his face. He's pissed, furious even, seething at the situation. Anger boils at the goddamn circumstances, but above all, his ire is directed at this noisy kid. Damn, Miles, can't he just go bother someone else? This isn't his fucking business. It's his mess to fix, his responsibility, and he needs to make things right. Why does Miles have to complicate things even more?

With a tension thick enough to cut, Miguel turns to Miles, "What do you want, kid?"

Miles, glares defiantly, his voice dripping with loathing. "You, gone. Either in some forsaken universe or dead."

Miguel sighs, running a hand down his face, his weariness evident. "Fine, do whatever you wish. Kill me, banish me, torture me. Whatever your little heart desires. Let me first make sure that they are safe. I won't fight you, Miles.”

Miles pauses, disbelief flashing across his face. "You serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Miguel retorts, his gaze piercing.

Miles takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "You're a monster, Miguel. Maybe not a murderer, but still a monster."

"I know what I am." Miguel admits, his voice breaking ever so slightly and without looking back leaving Miles speechless.

Miguel hesitated at the window, on the precipice of leaving. But something - be it fate, spider-sense, or sheer reckless longing - pulled him back. He silently treaded through the apartment, drawn to a soft melodic voice.

There, in the dim room, you stood. Without your mask, vulnerability framed your features, eyes closed, a cascade of hair down your shoulder.

 You swayed gently, singing a lullaby, with little Gabriel secure in your embrace, his breathing even and deep. This sight, so full of love and tenderness, tore through Miguel. It was a clear representation of everything he yearned for, of the life that slipped through his fingers, so vivid he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

His heart ached, thinking of the life they could've shared, of waking up to this exact scene every day, of being a part of this little family. The regret was suffocating him in its weight.

You sensed him before you heard him, before you smelled his perfume, warm and woody with a hint of something spicy. He smelled like the shower gel he uses when you both took long showers, the walks you used to take in the woods on Earth 99, discussing plans for the HQ, but you just enjoyed holding his hand. He also smelled like your pillows after he disappeared in the morning, a scent tinged with abandonment. He smelled like a thousand things you couldn’t place, but foremost, he smelled like one thing, and you just hated that thought. Home. 

You finally broke the silence, your voice soft and wearied. "What are you doing here, Miguel?"

He swallowed, voice raw. "I needed to see if you were okay."

A sad smile played on your lips. "You're too late for that."

Ahhhh, you guys are amazing! Please share your thoughts, and don't hesitate to suggest how you'd like the story to end – I might just include it! Let's turn this into a group project. I was close to giving up on the story, feeling not good enough. I love writing and creating, but anxiety often gets the best of me. Your kind messages, (which yes, I read and cherish every single one) have helped immensely. I'm so grateful and want to return all the positivity back to you. Wish I could hug each of you! ☀️

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[avocado-writing]

Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to his gn crush confessing to him while obviously waiting for rejection?

absolutely my love, here you go!

Astarion

Is not surprised you’re confessing (he knew how you felt it wasnt subtle lol), but is surprised that you seem so defeated about it

sort of annoys him? Upsets him? Of course he’s going to feel the same way, how can you think so little of yourself? He’s of the opinion that you’re wonderful. it’s so easy to fall for you.

but then he hesitates: he knows how easy it is to think poorly of oneself. He can’t judge you too harshly.

takes your hand, tells you that you’re lovely, and invites you out for coffee the next day. just the two of you. his heart skips a beat when you light up.

Gale

admires how courageous you are. can see you’re shaking as you admit your feelings.

”why do you think I wouldn’t feel the same way? you are one of the most spectacular people I’ve ever met. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I’d be lucky to have you.”

smiles when he sees how you start to grin, puts his hands on your waist and brings you in for a kiss.

if you’re a magic user dancing lights erupt from you because you’re so overwhelmed ✨

Wyll

Oh, sweet Wyll. Gobsmacked that you think he’d turn you down.

takes your hand and guides you somewhere where the two of you can be alone.

when you have your privacy he asks if he can kiss you.

you feel heat rise in your cheeks but nod, and he gives you the most astounding first kiss you’ve ever had lol

then he takes you out for dinner and holds your hand across the table the whole meal

(when you’re together properly he makes jokes the whole camp was asking “wyll they won’t they” about the two of you and you groan lmfao)

Halsin

another one who takes you to a private place to talk.

brushes your hair out of face and then cups your cheek in the same gesture, begins to wax poetic about how perfect the oak father made you and how you are without fault.

has echoed your feelings for a long time now and is glad you made the first move which takes a lot of the weight off your chest

he scoops you up in his big arms and swings you around until all the worry is gone and you’re laughing 💕

Dammon

his heart hammers in his chest when you tell him. he’s only a blacksmith!!!! he doesn’t know how to handle this!!

I imagine you confess to him while he’s working at his forge so that not all of his attention is on you, it’s better to soften the blow when he says he doesn’t feel the same.

puts his tools down, takes off his gloves, and holds your hands. tells you he’s admired you for a long while and is glad you feel the same.

you squeak when he kisses you but his soft touch keeps your grounded ❤️

Rolan

is offended how nervous you are (you don’t find him THAT intimidating do you?! He’s been trying to be nice because he likes you!) - and also a bit annoyed because he’s been working up the courage to confess for ages but you got there first

”Good, I like you too >:(“ “you do?” “Yes >:(“ “then why do you seem so grumpy about it?” “I’m not grumpy! >:( >:( >:(“

you kiss him on the cheek and he’s so flustered he loses control of the spell he was transcribing and magic missiles his office window to pieces lol

Zevlor

this is a battle of the least self-confident lol. you’re like “I don’t think you like me” and he replies “my dear you have so many better options than me”

so it turns 180, with you convincing him that you do like him and listing all his merits!

eventually youre at a stalemate. and then you just kiss each other, trepidatious at first and then getting more passionate as you relax 💕

[buckyalpine]

The wait way universe. The one where they get married.

Ohh god it is perfect.

Please say you will write more of this?

I am begging you.

Need more of the baby.

And all the group together having fun family nights.

Another baby maybe? ;)

Aunts and uncles fighting to hold the baby.

Bucky and the reader being told the baby moved the hammer and thor really presenting him with a mini hammer?

Also I love love love love love uncle Tony’s nickname for the baby. Mini terminator love it.

Happy squealing baby is so cute.

I just love it. So much.

I will beg for more. I will. I love it. I love your writing. I love how you write the characters.

Oh god I would kill to see protective avengers. Maybe someone takes the reader and the baby, oh and even more so the reader is pregnant. :0 dun dun dun…. Protective angry Bucky, Steve, Tony,Sam ,Nat, Wanda, Bruce etc

OKAY YES. I'm here for PROTECTIVE AVENGERS OVER ALL THE BABY BUCKIES AND HIS ANGEL. You can read this piece as a stand alone. I added the links for other parts if you want to read it but you don't have to. We're all here for what happens when you mess with Bucky's family.

Wait, what?

Wait, what? 2

I do (again) Wait, what? 3

Wait, what? More Babies?

Competitive God Fathers

-

You smiled to yourself, carefully adding the last piece of tape to Bucky's gift, tying a perfect bow around the wrapped box before hiding it in the closet. Bucky was due to come back soon and while you missed him like crazy, his absence made it easier for you to get his surprise together. Over the last few weeks, you'd felt more tired than usual along with feeling tender and crampy. One trip to the pharmacy, a pregnancy test and a positive result later, you'd bought a custom onesie with Baby Barnes Jr #4 printed on the front.

You hoped Bucky would enjoy the surprise you were growing in your belly, especially considering how often he kept insisting he wanted just one more, adding to your growing family with Steve Jr who had just turned 5 and your 3 year old twins Samantha and Nathaniel. You hid the present under the bed before going to the playroom to tuck your littles ones into bed, the three of them unusually quiet compared to their usual mischief.

"C'mon munchkins" You smiled at the sight before you with Stevie sprawled on a large bean bag, his brother and sister on tucked on either side, their big brother reading to them while they intently looked at the pictures. "Bed time for you babies"

"Will daddy be home soon?" Samantha asked with a pout, a complete daddy's girl just like you, tucking her face into your neck as you scooped her up along with Nathaniel while Steve followed promptly behind.

"Of course bub, he'll be here first thing in the morning" You assured her, kissing her forehead before tucking her into bed followed by the other little one. "Good night loves" You turned off the lights before going back to your room where you knew Stevie was waiting with his favorite book, ready for a bedtime story. It was a special bonding time you always made sure to have with him, not wanting you first baby boy to feel like he was no longer one of your favorites after the twins were born.

"What did you pick tonight baby" You got under the covers, fluffing the pillows and propping them up while Stevie snuggled up beside you, plopping a book about science onto your lap. You chuckled at the nerdy side he'd gotten from his dad, reading through scientific discoveries that were made in the last century and theories that were still being tested. He listened with wide eyes until they grew heavy, eventually falling asleep on your lap, not having the slightest clue you'd carried him to bed and tucked him in with a kiss to his cheek. "Sleep tight my sweet boy"

You slipped back under the covers, grabbing a book for yourself while occasionally running your hands over your belly, soaking in the quiet night before the team arrived after their latest mission.

It wasn't often that the compound was empty; few missions required all hands on deck but this was one of them. You'd received a message from FRIDAY informing you the jet would be landing in a few hours and that no medical assistance would be required because no one had sustained major injures. It was the sole reason you were able to relax so easily, happy waiting for your husbands arrival so you could tell him the good news.

You settled comfortably under the covers until a faint sound from the common room pulled you from your book again. FRIDAY would have alerted you if the jet was approaching and you would've definitely heard the sound of the engine approaching anyway.

But was still eerily quiet.

Then you heard something again.

You were sure it was nothing but you pressed the button under the bedside table that locked and secured the rooms of the little ones just to be safe. Tony had added additional security for their rooms in case of emergencies, with 4 different operating systems working at once. Absolutely nothing would happen to his godchildren under his roof.

It was probably nothing.

Still.

You grabbed the knife you kept hidden behind the headboard, tucking in under the waistband of you sleep shorts before making your way down, reprimanding yourself for being paranoid over what was probably just sounds of the plumbing and vents creaking in the middle of the night.

The halls were clear, easing some of your nerves as you continued to the common room where you heard the sound. The hairs on your neck stood up when you saw the glow of the kitchen light turned on, grabbing your knife, only to find one of the new agents sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on a coffee.

"Annabeth?" Your brows were knitted together, discreetly slipping the knife away, wondering how she'd gotten into the main floor of the compound when it was restricted to others after a certain time.

"Hey y/n" She gave you a sleepy smile while you watched her warily, "Couldn't sleep. Hope you don't mind, just wanted to grab a mug before heading back to trainee wing"

"Yeah, its fine" You spoke slowly, something still not sitting right with you though you didn't show it.

"How come you're still up, waiting for Sergeant Barnes?" There was something sinister in the sweetness of her voice, cocking her head while you hummed in response, stomach churning. "You're both so cute together you know. It's nice to see how his life has come together after all he's been through as the asset"

"Excuse me?" Your eyes grew wide, heart hammering against your chest, it was rare for anyone to refer to Bucky as the asset. Most referred to him as the winter soldier, even soldat, only those deep in Hdyra had called him-

"We want our asset back" She whispered, cracking a smirk and nodding to someone behind you. Before you could turn around, a large form grasped your body, slamming a hand over your mouth muffling your screams. You didn't have any time to react, feeling a pinch to your neck and slipping into darkness immediately after.

-

Bucky stretched with a sleepy yawn as the jet began its descent, already waiting at the doors and ready to hop out and see his wife and babies. He smiled at the thought of them all safely tucked into bed, sleeping soundly while you probably tried to stay up with a book. He always found you dozed off, book loosely falling from your hand, still propped up against the bed every time you waited for him. Didn't matter not how many times he told you to just go to bed. You always stayed up till you saw he was safe and sound.

Sam helped Bucky put away his equipment so he could get to you faster, everyone smiling watching the soldier dash off, running to his family.

"It's nice to see him like this" Nat nodded, trudging with the rest as they entered the compound, nothing amiss while they went to the conference room.

"He deserves it" Steve smiled, happy his best friend finally had what he'd always dreamt of. A wife. Kids. A safe home for them.

Bucky made his way over to see his little ones first, stopping in front of the heavily decorated door, covered with Captain America and Iron Man posters, courtesy of the two Godfathers competing for #1. Bucky smiled, turning the knob, only to find it locked shut, which was odd considering the only way to lock the door was if the security system had been activated.

He shook his head, frowning as he made his way to your shared bedroom instead, figuring it was a glitch or mistake. He got a sinking feeling in his stomach seeing the door open ajar, with the lamp turned on, your book set aside but you were nowhere to be seen.

"Baby?" Bucky called out, struggling to keep his panic at bay when the bathroom was empty, as was the closet. "Sweetheart?"

He called down the hall way a little louder before jogging to the kitchen but there had been no sign of you there when he'd entered. He started to move quicker, running back to disable to security system, breathing a sigh of relief to find all three little ones still sleeping soundly. He softly shut the door before immediately going to the conference room.

"Y/n, has anyone seen her?" He hoped to see you sitting with the others but he was filled with dread when the others shook their head in confusion. "She's-she's not in her room. I've checked everywhere, the security system was activated for the kids' room, she wouldn't leave the compound around this hour, somethings wrong"

No one asked questions, immediately jumping into action; Tony starts to comb through security from the time they left while Nat double checks every floor and room, just to be safe. Steve and Sam help Bucky look over your bedroom for any signs of a struggle. He ran his hand along the areas they'd hidden weapons, his stomach dropping when he felt the empty space behind the headboard.

"She took the knife" Bucky swallowed thickly while Sam and Steve shared concerned glances.

"Look, she's strong Buck, whatever it is, we'll find her" Steve insisted while Bucky continued to look, checking under the bed where he'd kept a pistol, nothing out of the ordinary except-

He frowned, seeing a little gift bag hidden underneath, newly packed with a gold bow placed on top. He picked it up, brows knitted together as he pulled away the tissue paper, feeling soft material tucked at the bottom of the bag. He took it out, heart splitting into two at the words written on the little onesie,

"Fuck!" A broken sob pulled Sam and Steve from their search, finding Bucky slumped by the edge of the bed.

"Buck?" they shared concerned glances seeing him holding something small in his hands, clutching it tightly to his chest.

"She's-she's pregnant" Bucky whispered, tears welling in his eyes holding the tiny jumpsuit in his hands, his heart couldn't take it-

"Barnes, we have something!" Tony's voice echoed through the coms, the three men running back to the conference room where Tony had pulled the footage from you in the kitchen. Bucky watched in silence, jaw clenched seeing the new agent use a stolen keycard to sneak into the compound with a Hydra agent, the two of them quietly waiting for you to come down.

He had to keep from smashing the TV, watching the man grab you from behind, injecting you with something before carelessly carrying you off like ragdoll, his heart aching, wishing he'd gotten home sooner. All voices around him drowned out to a faint buzz, the sounds of Tony and Steve giving out commands all muffled as if they were underwater.

"We have the coordinates locked, everyone down down to the jet, remember your positions.

It was like a switch was flipped.

"Cap and I clear the entry ways, Nat, Clint, follow behind, Sam, surveillance from the top. Barnes, you just have to get y/n"

The former young husband and father who sat with tears streaming down his cheeks was replaced with a man who knew no remorse. No guilt. No sense of right or wrong.

"Barnes"

Steve knew of this man well.

"Barnes?"

The one they called the Winter Soldier.

-

"Baby" Bucky whispered, scooping his sleepy eldest son in his arms before striding over to the twins bed, tucking them in together. "Daddy's gotta go another mission but we'll be back soon, alright?"

Steve could sense something was wrong, the strain in his fathers voice making him worry.

"Again?" He asked while Samantha and Nathaniel stirred slightly, trying to tuck themselves into their daddy's warmth. "Where's mama?" He asked with a tiny whisper having heard the commotion outside of the room, his hearing enhancing more and more each day. Bucky swallowed thickly while Steve stepped into the room to check on his best friend, his heart breaking over the three little ones clinging onto him.

"We're going to get her, promise bub" Buck kissed their heads, grabbing their favorite stuffies to cuddle with.

"Let me see my favorite little soldiers" Steve strode over, giving them a brave smile. "We'll be back before you know it"

"Will mama be okay?" Nathanial whispered, grabbing onto Steve's wrist before he could leave, tears streaming down his little chubby cheek.

"Of course" Steve reassured him, kissing his forehead and tucking him back into bed, "We'll never let anything happen to your mama"

That was a promise.

-

"Oh fuck" Clint snorted to himself watching the black mask that had been locked away for good slip over Bucky's face, his usual leather jacket replaced with a thick black tactical vest, straps running across his chest.

"They're fucked, aren't they" Sam whispered to Tony as he put his suit on, the glancing over to the stone cold brunette who sat in silence, finger resting on the trigger. Like he doesn't actually need us"

"We're really just going for moral support, also no one hurts our y/n" Tony whispered back. The teams full focus was getting you back along with keeping your babies safe; Pepper had come to look after the littles ones till you were found safe and sound. While the team was fully ready to take apart anyone that tried to hurt you. It was more that evident Bucky wouldn't have a problem taking hydra apart by himself but they wouldn't let him go alone.

Bucky didn't speak a word as soon as the jet hit the ground hitting his targets from 100's of feet away, each bullet landing right between their eyes.

"...Did you know he could do that?" Sam called from the coms, watching agents drop while he flew across the top of the base. Tony blasted the front of the doors while Steve cleared the hall way, throwing his shield, knocking down three men that guarded the wing.

"Looks like she's down in the cells" Sam called, looking at where the heat signals were coming from. Bucky made his way down the sterile hallway, red lights suddenly flashing above when a woman charged towards him.

"Welcome back soldat" Annabeth sauntered, blocking the doors to where you were being held with a satisfied smirk on her face. "We knew you'd come back. We missed you-

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this" Nat smirked, stepping in front of Bucky and grabbing Annabeth by her hair, dragging her off to a corner before throwing a punch to her jaw.

Bucky continued, slamming the lab doors open, his eyes landing onto your tied up form, strapped onto the very same chair he'd been tied to every time he'd been wiped. He didn't give anyone a second to think, killing those closest to him while the others tried to escape.

"You wanted me back, didn't you" Bucky's voice was a low growl as he stepped over the bodies he shot down before running to save you. "Well, I'm back"

The ones that ran off didn't get too far, making it out of the lab, only to be met with a very angry Steve and Tony.

"You don't hurt my fucking bestfriend" Steve gritted, slamming the agent to the floor before grabbing another and throwing him to Tony.

"You are not taking away my turn at being a God father" Sam grabbed another that tried to hide behind the rubble, swooped up to the ceiling, dangling to agent in the air for a while before letting him drop. Bucky was by your side in an instant, cutting off the straps that bound your arms together.

"Baby?" Bucky scooped you up in his arms, cradling your body to his chest, his hand gently brushing your cheek. "You okay sweetheart?"

"Bucky!" You cried out, clinging onto him, trembling while he kissed you before protectively covering your face from the bloody trail he left behind him. "You're here"

"M'taking you home baby, c'mon" Bucky whispered against your hair, carrying you tucked against him with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, breathing in his scent. "I got you babygirl, it's okay"

"I was so scared" Bucky held onto you tightly on the ride back, he had never felt relief like this, his heart finally calming down. "M'so sorry sweet girl"

"S'not your fault baby" you whispered back, smiling when you felt a kiss to the back of your head.

"Glad you're okay sweetheart" Steve gave you a squeeze before leaving you and Bucky to have your privacy again, staying near the front with the rest of the team, watching over Annabeth, who had been captured for questioning. Once you'd reached the compound, you were greeted with proper hugs and kisses from the others, hearing the pitter patter of little feel seconds later.

"MAMAA" Your babies ran to you, climbing up your leg until they were all properly snuggled against you, refusing to let go until they were sure you were perfectly safe.

"Daddy and your aunts and uncles rescued me, see? I'm all okay" You reassured them while they looked at you intently, checking over you the same way you did whenever they had a fall. Once they were satisfied that you were okay, they let their daddy take you away to get cleaned up while it was Tony's turn to read them a bedtime story even if it was nearing morning.

-

"Right where you belong" Bucky smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist after you'd both showered, foregoing clothes as you climbed into bed, snuggled over the covers. He spooned you from behind, the feel of his warm bare skin comforting you.

"I love you so much angel" He pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, eyes brightening when he remembered the little present he'd found earlier. His hand slipped down to softly brush over your tummy. "Both of you" He playfully whispered, smiling at your soft gasp as you wiggled to turn around and face him, growing bashfully shy when he pulled the tiny jumpsuit he'd kept on his pillow.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me mama?"

"Think you're ready for a 4th?" You giggled, burying your face into his chest while he grinned, peppering your face with kisses till you squealed.

"M'ready for a 5th and 6th if you'd let me angel" Bucky smirked, playfully nipping your jaw before shuffling down to rest his head on your tummy, kissing your soft skin while you carded your fingers through his hair. "but I can't wait to meet this little one first"

-

[archangeldyke-all]

ok hear me out. reader baked 🍃 infused brownies or whatever & forgot to tell sevika they’re infused, so one morning sev eats a few and is belligerently high for the rest of the day. like, she cant do any work because she’s so fucked up…reader comes home to sevika stoned as hell & realizes what she’s done💀 lolol

LMAOOOOOOO gonna make this ceo sev because i miss her i feel like we haven't heard from her in a while

men and minors dni

you've been out of the office all day.

about once a month, sevika and the leads of each department will assemble a list for you-- things that they need or need to get done that have no in-office solution. usually it's small things. new mouse pads, fertilizer for the plants around the office, coffee filters and snacks for the break room: stuff like that.

then, you just spend the day shopping and doing little errands.

which is what you're doing right now. you just got the wheels on jimena's office chair tightened-- she'd been rolling all over her cubicle these past few week-- and now you're on your way to grab a quick lunch before you head to the grocery store and stock up on the office's favorite snacks.

your phone rings as you pull out of the parking lot. you quickly answer, putting it on speaker.

"hello?"

"hey it's raphael." raphael says over the phone. they sound... worried. you've never heard raphael worried before.

"what's up?"

"uh..." they trail off. "how long 'til you get back to the office?" they ask.

"two or three hours, why?" you ask.

"sevika's..." they trail off. your stomach sinks, and you pull over and park your car.

"sevika's what? is she okay?" you ask, your heart hammering in your chest.

"she's fine! she's fine, don't worry." raphael assures. "she's just... i dunno."

"you don't know?" you ask. "is she sick? or...?"

"here, lemme just put her on the phone for you." raphael says.

there's some shuffling, and then sevika's voice. "baby?" she sounds fine. a little sleepy. your panic subsides, but your confusion picks back up. you check your mirrors then pull a u-turn, heading back to the office.

"hi honey, what's goin' on?" you ask.

sevika bursts into giggles, and despite your confusion and worry, a small smile breaks out on your lips at the sound. "i'm good!" she laughs. "i dunno why raph's all worried but 'm allllll good baby." she laughs.

you snort, shaking your head. "put 'em back on the phone for me, love."

"mmmm... no." she giggles. "i wanna talk to you."

you burst into laughter. "sev, i'm almost back at the office!" you giggle. "give raph their phone back baby, and then i'll call you on yours 'til i'm there."

sevika huffs, but then there's some shuffling, and raphael's voice comes back on.

"hey."

"did she go out for lunch?" you ask.

"no, she was here the whole day." they say.

"alright, just give her some water. i'll be back in five minutes."

you have a sneaking suspicion you know what's happening, but you can't be sure until you get there.

ten minutes later, you wheel jimena her fixed chair, then run toward sevika's office.

you slip in, and she snaps awake from where she's sprawled across the couch.

her eyes are pink and barely open, her smile is unfaltering, and she jumps out of the couch to scoop you up into a big hug, burying her face in your throat and inhaling deeply. you burst into laughter.

"hi, sev." you greet.

she hums. "babyyy."

"how're you feelin' love?" you ask. sevika bursts into another round of giggles.

"so fuckin' good. i dunno wha's happenin' to me, but i love it." she laughs.

you giggle, still a little concerned for your clearly out of it girlfriend, but your suspicion grows stronger by the second.

"what did you have to eat today?" you ask.

sevika's tries her very best to not look guilty, but in her current state you can read her like a book. "y'know. some chips. handful of trail mix. shared a burrito with seamus for lunch." she shrugs.

"and?" you ask.

sevika's eyes dart away from yours and she ducks her head. "one of those brownies you made last night."

"those were off limits, sev!" you cackle, all your suspicions confirmed. "how many did you have?"

"i dunno! just one!" she lies. you glare at her and she groans. "okay, like three." she mumbles.

you burst into laughter and pull your wife in for a hug. she hums happily, easily forgetting the trouble she's in now that she's wrapped in your warm arms.

"sev, baby, those were pot brownies silco's birthday party this weekend!" you inform her.

sevika bursts into laughter. "oh, shit!" she exclaims.

you laugh along with her. "they didn't taste off to you?" you ask. sevika shrugs.

"i was focused on the all chocolate, babe, i wasn't really worried about much else."

well, you did doubled the chocolate chips in the brownies to cover the funky taste, you suppose this is what you get.

sevika starts pressing kisses up your neck, and you giggle, pulling her back by her half pony. "let's get you home before brownie number three kicks in, huh?" you ask.

she giggles. "will you eat a brownie and get high with me?" she asks.

you shrug, knowing that sevika will likely fall asleep in the car ride home. "sure babe." you say, dragging her out of the office.

she falls asleep the second you guys get home. you fill up a big water bottle for her, leaving it and a big bag of chips on her bedside table if she wakes up with cottonmouth and munchies.

you kiss her forehead then sneak out of the bedroom to call raphael.

"is she okay?" they ask as a greeting.

you burst into laughter. "she accidentally ate some pot brownies for breakfast." you explain.

raphael bursts into laughter. "that explains so much." they giggle. "she basically stole half of seamus' burrito at lunch today, staring at it with these big eyes, drooling and licking her lips while he ate. when he offered half to her-- she didn't even let him finish he sentence before snatching half out of his hand and running back to her office! i've never seen her so giggly before!" raph continues to cackle.

you shake your head fondly, and make a mental note to buy seamus lunch on monday.

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𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? + 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the jjk men and them manhandling the hell out of their partners.

pairing. gojo satoru x reader , toji fushinguro x reader , nanami kento x reader , geto suguru x reader , itadori yuji x reader

song. 34 + 35 — ariana grande 🎶

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni not really gender specific, body worship, slight possessiveness, man handling, size kink. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

★    Geto !

Seems like the type to just not care about your weight in general either way he’s towering over you babe, he literally is built as fuck and reminds you about it everytime he takes you to bed. It's like you're a ragdoll, the way he just picks you up and lays you down into positions. Sometimes it happens so quickly that you don't even have time to process where you are and how you're bent over. One moment you're whining and whimpering about how he’s all in your guts laying on your stomach taking it from the back, and then the next you're struggling to take his entire length on while on your back, plus you have the nerve to place your hand on his chest and tell him to slow down to let you cum?? He laughs at your stupid expression, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head as the other flips your thigh against his shoulder just to finish you off at the same rough pace.

★    Gojo !

He insists that you should be on top every time during sex, but in reality it's to lure you in knowing damn well that he’s making you do gymnastics with a smile on his face. He's pretty lean appearance wise, but his strength truly does come out whenever he grabs you by the thigh just to pull you closer or lifts your ass in the air and has you dangling for a bit just to arch your back, snatches you up in his arms by just your thighs, isn't afraid to just hold you and take you just like that, he’s really dramatic about it, like he will just scoop you up in the middle of talking and push your panties aside and sometimes you fully process what’s happening but you’ve already got your arms around his neck while he's hammering into you, so if anything it's a win for a win.

★    Nanami !

Nanami isn’t very much into having a lot of control during sex, unless you allow him to be, but other than the occasional praise and instruction, his favorite thing is for him to be laying back and letting you take over for a bit. Maybe it's the fact that you're a little shy about riding him all the time, so you try to act big-headed and trick him at first, leading on during make outs with him on top of you, but with one grab of the hip and a tug of the leg, he's already got you all sat up straddling him looking all dazed and confused. He just finds something about being completely in your will while under you so attractive.

★    Toji !

Look at this big boobied bitch, his favorite thing to do is  pick you up and throw you around like you weigh absolutely nothing. The type to pick you up and throw you over his shoulders while leading you to the bedroom, but stop when he stops himself in the mirror and flexes his arm muscles while still holding you just to continue on as if it was the normalest thing ever. He has the most raging horny thoughts and it's your adorable gasping reaction that gets him going, knowing that he could hold you in any way, so the fact that he could hold you up by any limb with no sweat has him taking LAPS. rough sex just hits so much different because hes folding you around like an origami, its like a fun game for him seeing what position he could have you folded in next!

★    Sukuna !

Mf has FOUR ARMS and you think he ain't gone use em?…..be so fucking for real

★    Itadori !

Reverse the roles and he’ll approve it. Something about having you completely in charge just makes him turn into jelly. He literally will comply, letting you have your way with him in whichever position that you want him in. He’s not really into the whole rough thing, mostly because his number one fear is inflicting any sort of pain on you, knowing that his strength could literally kill you. He prefers to play it very safe during sex. Despite your teasing, the most you'd get from him is that during overstimulation, he'll just lift his hips and fuck you. 

[buckysgrace]

Yellow Daises

Steve Harrington x fem!reader lil blurb CW: Blowjobs, some spitting

Steve’s picnic date falls through.

He had tried so hard. His frustration was high, his nerves shot as each thing slowly but surely fell apart.

The chocolate strawberries he’d spent so long on had sweated away; the chocolate melting into soup and leaving the berries soggy. The top piece of bread to your sandwich had blown off with the wind, then a cricket had jumped onto the main part of it. You had laughed and squealed about it, but he could feel his confidence failing.

The breaking point had been the bag of chips that just wouldn’t open, until they did. Covering both of you and the blanket with chips and crumbs as the bag crumpled lazily on his tight grip.

“Fuck,” He spit out in frustration, trying to figure out why he was being punished for this dare going so wrong. His first one in a long time and he had fucked it up, “I’m sorry.”

“Steve, it’s okay,” You said with a laugh, “It’s not your fault. Is the blanket clean?” You asked as you drifted your fingers across the plaid design. He sighed.

“Yeah,” He mumbled in defeat as he shrugged his shoulders, “I got it yesterday.” He admitted, but left out the part where he had taken a long time to wash, dry and iron it. It was silly.

You shrugged your shoulders as you reached for a chip near your knee, plopping it into your mouth and chewing it with a loud crunch. He watched you in fascination.

“Do you have any spoons?” You questioned next as you turned to face him, “Or a straw?” You hummed as you looked at the bowl that held his soupy strawberries.

“You don’t have to eat that,” He replied as he gently took the container from your hands, “I’m sorry this royally sucks.”

“I didn’t agree to date you for the incredible food,” You grinned as you looked at him, “Although, you do have some talent scooping those cones.”

“It’s all in the wrist.” He smiled back, feeling a little bit better as he twisted his hands around for extra effect. You laughed at his motions, making his stomach flutter at the sound. It was the prettiest thing he'd ever heard.

You scooted a little closer to him, your legs sliding over his as a playful grin lingered on your lips. You drifted your fingers across the hem of his shirt, leaving his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest as you tugged on it. He could feel his blood rushing down his body, leaving him gulping hard at the awkward position he was in now.

"I really appreciate you doing all of this," You added softly, fingers moving to his belt as he continued to struggle to breathe. You were so close to his cock that he could feel himself beginning to ache, shivering underneath your touch, "S'nice." You added sweetly, biting down on your bottom lip as his belt fell loose.

"You don't have to," He replied quickly, tongue flicking out for a second as he watched you shift between his legs. You flattened yourself out, laying on your stomach before you stalled at the zipper of his jeans, "Unless you really want to." He added a second later, face flushed at the way your hand brushed over his growing bulge.

"I really do," You teased, smiling sweetly as you lightly kicked your feet in the air, "As a thank you for all your hard work." You nodded your head, laughing softly as you freed his hard cock from the restraints of his pants.

He exhaled harshly, watching the way your eyes gleamed with lust as you savored the look of him. You wiggled a little closer to him, fingers lightly brushing against the girth of his cock while you delivered a fat kiss against the tip of his dick.

He hissed at the contact, cock throbbing underneath your soft touch as you continued to press gentle kisses along his leaking tip. Your eyes latched to him, staring intensely as you began to roll your tongue out across his pink skin.

"Fuck," He exhaled harshly, stomach fluttering in pleasure as he fell back to his elbows. You wrapped a hand around his girth, giving his base a soft squeeze before you curved your motions along the length of his dick, "Feels really good." He spit out, a whimper falling free as you repeated the motions.

"You look so pretty, Stevie," You whispered softly, licking away his precum as he jerked his hips forward to meet the way your hand fell to his base again, "Wanna make you feel good." You added, making his eyes flutter again as your warm words settled over him.

His mind felt hazy as you rolled your tongue across his tip once again, your saliva drooling down the length of his cock as he throbbed in your hands. Your breath was a little cool as you slid the head of his cock past your lips, forcing your jaw to relax as you slowly slid him into your mouth.

His fingertips twitched against the blanket, his body trembling underneath you as one of your palms fell flat against his hip. You held him in place, squeezing his balls with your other hand as his cock slid deeper inside of your mouth.

You could only stuff about half of his dick inside of your mouth before you were gagging, eyebrows furrowing together and eye lashes fluttering as you blinked away tears. Drool pooled from the corner of your lips, coating his cock in your spit as you messily dragged your hand up and down in the same rhythm as your mouth.

He pressed his hips up, his heavy cock hitting the back of your throat as you began to gag all over again. You moaned along his dick, sounds muffled as he admired the way your lips stretched around his thick girth.

He hissed at the feeling of your tongue dragging along his throbbing skin, soothing the growing ache as you began to move your mouth faster along the curve of his cock.

"Oh God," He groaned from deep within his chest, moans rushing from his tongue as he felt the burning pleasure growing through his body. He huffed, his hips moving without his command as you tried to press down on his body once again, "Fuck, fuck!" He cursed, feeling the awe rush over him.

You squeezed at his balls, rubbing the drool across his skin as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat with each thrust. He felt his lips part further, his eyes shut as his head fell back as the feeling of you swallowing around his cock sent him over the edge.

His ass left the blanket as he pressed himself deep inside of your mouth, sending you gagging even harder as you tightly gripped a hold of his hips. You held onto him as the waves of pleasure crashed inside of him, snapping as his came down your throat.

The sun was hot against his skin as he fell back into the blanket in a huff, his arm resting over his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel his heart racing, his pulse vibrating against his bones as you slowly pulled away.

He could feel the mess of saliva and cum on his cock before he saw just a quick glimpse of it, his mind still hazy as you slowly crawled over his body.

He moved his hands to your hips, brown eyes wide as he stared up at the way you blocked out the sun from his eyes. He licked his bottom lip, knitting his eyebrows together as you slowly pressed his lips apart.

And then you spit. A thick mixture of drool and cum landing on his teeth and tongue as he stared in disbelief. He felt like he should recoil, but all he felt was a sense of electricity thrumming through his body.

You watched, tilting your head expectantly before he pressed his lips together and swallowed roughly. It tasted odd, but the satisfied smirk on your lips was enough to make him want to do it again and again.

"Good boy." You cooed as you rubbed at his cheek, making his skin warm underneath your touch. He was hooked.

[in1-nutshell]

Bulkhead's daughter with the opposite personality

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Buddy was a sparkling that would usually come around the construction sites to play around or look around for scraps.

Like Bulkhead, there were many bots that did have an optic out for the little one especially with the heavy machinery around.

He was not particularly fond of the kid being around.

Not because he didn’t like them, on the contrary.

He was quite fond of the kid.

She was a little genius and a nice bot.

Sure, they were a bit cold at first, but she was just a bit of a shy bot.

“Have you met Buddy?”--Bulkhead

Bulkhead shows Buddy to one of the new recruits,

Buddy just stares right into their optics.

“D-does she do that all the time? She looks like she’s going to rip my helm off.”—Random bot

“Buddy wouldn’t do that. She’s just a bit shy. Isn’t that right Buddy?”--Bulkhead

Buddy stares harder at the bot.

“…”—Random bot

“…Anyways, here is where the heavy machinery is placed.”--Bulkhead

When the team had to use some of the older equipment, she made sure to look at it before everyone else did, deeming which ones were safer to use than others.

How did she manage to sneak into the equipment shed before they did?

No one knows and she isn’t telling.

The kid slowly opens to the others.

But she never opened up about her living status or where were her guardians, they just knew they were never at home.

Bulkhead promised himself to look after the kid a bit more after that.

“Hey Buddy, did you fuel yet?”--Bulkhead

“Not yet, I still have to finish repairing Breakdown’s hammer, the blasted thing got cracked again… stinking Senate and their refusal for getting better equipment…”--Buddy

Bulkhead puts a servo on her shoulder.

“Let’s take a break. We refuel, maybe a walk around the site and then we come back to the hammer. I’m sure Breakdown wouldn’t mind.”--Bulkhead

Buddy looks at the hammer then at Bulkhead.

She abruptly stands up and grabs Bulkhead’s servo marching the fueling station.

Bulkhead just smiles and goes along with it.

The war breaks out soon thereafter.

Everything goes too fast for Bulkhead.

One minute he was waving bye to Buddy, the next he found himself an Autobot with the Wrecker’s.

He did his best to try and get in contact with Buddy, but he got no response.

Bulkhead doesn’t even know if she was even on the same side as him.

Breakdown running up to Bulkhead.

“Breakdown?”--Bulkhead

“You’re gonna want to see this.”--Breakdown

Both mech walk into the main room where Wheeljack was about to present someone to the rest of the Wrecker’s.

“This is our new equipment and weapons assistant of mine, Buddy.”--Wheeljack

Buddy looks around the group of taller bots until she spots Bulkhead and Breakdown.

“Bulkhead? Breakdown?”--Buddy

She fast walks to them both and hugs them.

Breakdown doesn’t get much of that first hug because Bulkhead practically scooped her up burying her in his arms.

Did her new position in the unit make Bulkhead worry?

Yes. Yes, it did.

But at the same time knew that Buddy wasn’t going to be seeing much action.

Buddy stayed mostly to herself in the workshop.

If she did go outside, she was mainly with Bulkhead, Breakdown and Wheeljack.

On the battle field…

“We need reinforcements!”--Breakdown

“We are the reinforcements!”--Wheeljack

“But we won’t last long with all this heavy fire—”--Bulkhead

The group sees a bunch of Con’s dropping at a fast rate.

The shots seemed to be coming from the bot’s side.

Wheeljack takes out some scanner and looks around.

“Did we have a sniper on the team? I don’t remember that…”--Breakdown

“Me neither.”--Bulkhead

Wheeljack’s optics widen with a smirk on his face.

“The kids really got some skills she needs to tell us.”--Wheeljack

Bulkhead turns around.

“You don’t mean—”--Bulkhead

“Look for yourselves.”--Wheeljack

Bulkhead and Breakdown take out their scanners and look where Wheeljack was looking at.

Sure enough, in a small nook, high above the ground was Buddy firing a rifle, taking out more Cons in the process.

“I don’t know how to feel about this right now…”--Bulkhead

“I do. Way to go kiddo!”—Breakdown

When Breakdown had defected, it was the same day Buddy heard that she would be moving to another department.

She didn’t want to leave everyone.

Especially Bulkhead, who had become her second father.

Bulkhead still remembered the night before she had to leave filled with tears finally getting out after a long façade of everything being okay.

Bulkhead made sure that he and Wheeljack were there to wave Buddy off.

Buddy giving her final good-bye.

“I’ll contact you guys as soon as I reach the other base.”--Buddy

“You better.”--Bulkhead

“Take care kiddo.”--Wheeljack

Wheeljack pats Buddy’s helm affectionately.

Buddy squeezes Bulkhead’s servo one more time before letting go and walking to the shuttle.

She turns around and gives one last wave.

The two Wrecker’s wave back sadly as the door shut.

The ship was off.

Wheeljack pats Bulkhead on the back.

“She’ll be fine Bulk. Buddy’s a smart one.”--Wheeljack

“Yeah… I’m gonna miss her though.”--Bulkhead

“Same Bulk, same…”--Wheeljack

A couple days later Bulkhead got a message saying that Buddy’s ship had been in the crossfires of enemy fire.

No survivors.

It tore the two Wrecker’s sparks hearing the news.

Bulkhead smashed so many things that afternoon…

Wheeljack couldn’t bear to look at Buddy’s spot in the workshop for the longest time.

Breakdown heard about the news the last time he was in combat with Bulkhead.

He had never seen the bot with so much hatred in his optics.

He yelled at him about what happened to Buddy, as if it was his fault.

Knockout remembers the somber face Breakdown had when he came back.

Meanwhile…

Buddy is not dead.

She managed to get into an escape pod before everything went Boom!

The pod landed on Earth.

There she was found by a small family.

The Fowlers.

The family decided to hide the poor scared bot and welcomed her into their family.

It was a rough adjustment, but they made it work.

Buddy in her alt mode in the garage.

The door opens.

“Mrs. Fowler? Mr. Fowler? William? What seems to be the trouble?”--Buddy

Mrs. Fowler has a bunch of blankets in her arms, Mr. Fowler has some small white machine in one arm and a sheet in the other, little William has a bowl full of popcorn and candy.

“Buddy, please, it’s Ma and Pa.”--Ma

“Okay, Ma? Pa? William? What is all this? Do you need a ride somewhere? Is there a playdate I wasn’t aware of?”--Buddy

Pa motions Buddy to move a bit.

She does move a bit to the side of the garage.

“William told us you’ve been a bit homesick lately. Missing your friends and family.”--Pa

“…Yes, just a bit…”--Buddy

“So, we decided to help that a bit.”--Ma

“How?”--Buddy

“Movie night!”--William

“Movie night? Here?”--Buddy

“You’re family to us Buddy, I think it’s about high time you join in on some of our human traditions, as a family.”--Ma

Silence…

“Buddy?”--William

“Sorry… If I was not in my alt mode right now, you’d see me crying and hugging you all.”--Buddy

William sets his popcorn and rushes to hug Buddy’s hood.

It feels warm.

The parents walk over and gently pat the alt mode.

Ma drapes a spare blanket on Buddy while the others grab their own blankets and wait for the projector to start.

Buddy made sure to protect the family with her spark.

She grew especially fond of the little boy, William.

William steps out of the house and into the garage where Buddy was in.

“William?”--Buddy

He just sits on the ground next to Buddy’s alt mode with his legs pulled close to his chest.

“…Do you want to talk about it?”--Buddy

William shakes his head.

“…You want to go out?”--Buddy

“But Ma said—”--William

“I’ll deal with Ma when she comes home with Pa. Right now, its you who I’m worried about.”--Buddy

Buddy pops the door open.

“What do you say, ‘special agent Fowler’?”--Buddy

The boy smiles a bit, wiping his tears and crawling into the back seat.

“Have I mentioned you’re the best sis ever?”--William

Buddy chuckles a bit getting ready to head out.

“Haven’t heard that too often, though I wouldn’t mind hearing it more.”--Buddy

Both laugh as they head outside the garage.

Years later…

“I guess I was right about that ‘Special Agent’ thing, huh? How are we going to celebrate today? Ice cream? Donuts? What about that Apple Pie you said you were craving earlier?”--Buddy

Fowler smiles a bit inside Buddy’s alt mode.

Buddy ended up becoming his vehicle throughout the years until eventually joining him in his workplace.

It was quite the story to tell.

Buddy was the one to suggest the silo as her new permeant place instead of the garage.

She started immediately making the place feel less hollow.

Working on devices that would help her try and contact her team as well as traps for any Decepticon dumb enough to land on Earth.

She had been at the ends of finishing a prototype for a groundbrigde when one of her receptors went off.

She quickly answered it hoping for someone she knew.

It was Optimus Prime himself.

She nearly leaped for joy hearing her leader on the other end.

When the team arrived, she nearly passed out seeing that Bulkhead was amongst them.

She held her composure welcoming them to Earth.

“Welcome everyone to—OOF!”--Buddy

Bulkhead had raced past everyone to hug Buddy nearly weeping in the process.

Buddy hugged back.

“Are we missing something?”--Ratchet

“That’s something I’d like to know too.”--Fowler

“What’s that?”--Ratchet

Much explaining to do.

Buddy was pretty much the human to bot relation expert having more years on the planet under her belt than they did.

The team is surprised at how a cold and calculated bot was someone Bulkhead considered a daughter.

But after a bit of time, they did see the dynamic and in a way it was nice to see.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

THTH 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: You have a secret, but what do you do when it threatens to come out.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Ugh, goddamn it,” you hiss as you reach your phone to the sky. The signal is shit around here. You watch the little circle, waiting for a check mark to appear; nothing.

Three days. The bandwidth has been in and out for three days and you haven’t been able to upload a single thing. Not even a message. This is dumb. You growl at your phone and toss it on your bed. It bounces and hits the wall.

You huff and cross your arms. It’s not fair. Those three days could’ve made you money. You can’t even leech off the library wifi because of the content filters. So ridiculous. You’re just trying to make a living.

A tap comes at the door and you flinch. You quickly scoop up your phone and go to the door. You tuck it in your back pocket and pull your shirt down to cover the top. You open the door and peek out at your mom.

“Everything okay?” She asks.

“Uh, yep, just dropped something.”

“Oh, nothing broke, I hope.”

“All good,” you smile. She chews her lip anxiously, as she often does. “I’ll be down for dinner soon. Smells good.”

“Alright,” she says, “it’s almost done. Your favourite; spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Mmm, awesome.”

You shut the door and roll your eyes. Spaghetti isn’t your favourite. It’s what she says is your favourite. Just like everything else, it has to fit within her rules. If she says you like yellow, well then, you like yellow. It isn’t worth the argument to have a personality.

You take out the phone again. You nearly squeal as the check mark turns green. It sent! Just a text post notifying your few followers of the unexpected technical difficulties. You’ll be fortunate if they don’t bleed off to the other girls. When there’s so much variety, you can’t expect horny men not to hop on the next page with a pretty girl in lacy underwear…or less.

You scroll down but the rest of the posts show the blank blocks, pulsing as they struggle to load. You check the menu. Signal’s gone again. Welp, at least that went through.

You go to your bed and hide your phone under the mattress. Your parents know about your laptop, that’s your alibi. You tell them you do transcription work online. That doesn’t pay enough so you have the secret phone for your real business; you.

It isn’t exactly a career but it’s a means to an end. You’ll save up enough and be out of Hammer Ford in no time. You’re almost twenty and running out of time. A gap year is expected, but two? That’s sad.

Besides, you’re done with this life. You need out of this house. You are an adult. Your parents can’t make you eat your peas or ban you from the romance section in the library. One day, hopefully soon, you’ll be free.

For now, you’re going to go downstairs and pretend your mother’s spaghetti and meatballs isn’t complete mush.

📱

Days pass as you stare helplessly at the flashing bars in the corner of your phone. Damn phone company. The data plan was supposed to be a backup, even if you could only afford the cheapest vendor on the market. You at least thought it would work!

You manage to get a decent signal up on Thunder Lane by the hotel. It might be worth it to just walk in and get their wifi. You don’t think they’d care much. There aren’t many guests passing through now, are there?

The only benefit of your forced break is how much time it gave you to create new content. You choose the set of photos you took with the bunny ears and the barely there white teddy. You quickly flick through the settings and set the paywall. At least you’ll have money coming in before…

Yep, no internet. You’re lucky even that went through. You roll your eyes and hop back in the family oldsmobile. Your mother doesn’t let you have it often but you told her you were going for coffee and would fill up the tank.

As you roll up to the sleepy main row of Hammer Ford, your phone vibes. You quickly put it back to silent and check the notification. Your data’s flickering as you see the first response to your post. That was quick. Turns out someone did miss you.

_ransom_ware commented: ‘welcome back, bunny’.

You tap on the bubble but the app won’t load. Damnit! At least you have automatic deposit enabled. His tip will hit your account in a couple days.

You get out of the car and cross the street to the bakery. You could butter your mom up with some tarts, maybe convince her to let you take the car into the city. That might be your best chance at catching up. You could schedule posts and not have to fight with the damn countryside desolation.

As you enter the bakery, it’s quiet. There’s one person at a table. You don’t recognise him. He has his back to you so you don’t think much of it. Probably just another lumber worker sating their repressed sweet tooth. Although, he is dressed a bit too nice for that. No plaid or denim? Huh.

You go up to the counter and order a half-dozen cherry tarts and a latte. You pay with the secret credit card you use for your online transactions and thank the girl behind the counter. As you turn, you find the man at the table turned in his seat. He glances at you as you carry out the tray of tarts and coffee.

You’re used to the stares. The men in Hammer Ford aren’t exactly subtle and your nights at The Horn have earned you a reputation, though those stories don’t make it past your front door. It’s just a little fun, you have a pint and tie your shirt above your belly button and dance. Nothing serious.

Your mom and dad are too chaste and pious to ever wander into the bar. It’s your escape, your safe space. Just for now. Just until you can get out of this hell hole.

[the-kr8tor]

Oh my god i was scrolling through instagram and now i want lifeguard hobie x reader or lifeguard reader x hobie. Like either would be cute and imagine they start talking more and more. Think of how cute itd be. Maybe itd both be when they were teens and now they are looking back on it. Young summer romance and love? And now it could be fast forward where they are at the beach together instead of the pool one of them had worked as a lifeguard at. Heksndnekdksjeabandsk

I chose the first one! Thank you for requesting, bestie! ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

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You've been up and down the same whirly slide for at least an hour. It's not even that special, the slide, it's just an ordinary one that has a drop and a short loopty loop. It's so common that there's only a handful of people lining up for it, they prefer to go down the most popular one that has the strobe lights and a hundred feet long tunnel.

You've been going on it for how many times that you've lost count and going down the slide isn't even as fun anymore. The number of times you've gone up and down has significantly made it less thrilling. You're sure that your friends might think you're crazy because you've left them for a water park slide. But they don't know that it isn't the slide that you've grown fond of, it's the hot lifeguard that keeps smiling and making conversation at you while you're in line.

Your hair clings to your wet face and you stink of chlorine but the lifeguard that you only know from his nametag still beams at you like you're the only person in the entire water park. ‘Ned’ once again greets you at the top of the slide, chiseled face shining in the late afternoon sun. It's that late and you have no idea or concept of time anymore because of the fit bloke talking to you about how Olympic synchronized swimmers need to put gelatin in their hair so it doesn't mess up their routine and thermodynamics.

“A bit weird, innit?” He taps the yellow floatie in his arms, rubber squeaking as the familiar rush of water filters in your ears. “Imagine me using that instead of hair gel before a show. Less mess I bet,” he blinks, the cogs in his head turning. “Huh, I guess it's not that bad. It'll last longer too.”

You look behind you, expecting a few people waiting their turn, to your happiness, you find no one. You've got the slide all to yourself, or him for that matter. “I guess so, but wouldn't it be hard to take it off?” You're intrigued by the word ‘show.’ Your new friend has a side you never knew in the last two hours you've been chatting with him.

“I might buy one of those little shovels to get rid of them.” He shrugs, and you tilt your head, wanting to get to know eachother better especially now that the water park is about to close. “Just scoop it out y’know.” He gestures like he's digging in his head.

“Or you could ask for help.” Your heart hammers in your chest, hoping, praying to any entity out there listening to you that he wants to know you too.

He chuckles, piercings shining, laugh rumbling in his throat. “You volunteerin’?”

You inhale, trying to act nonchalant by leaning over the mouth of the slide. Arms crossed on your torso, you finally ask. “If you want to, I'm curious about those shows you're in.”

Nodding, his heart pounds with excitement. “I'm in a band, love. If you'd do me the honour.” Your hands are getting sweatier and sweatier, you don't notice your body slowly sliding downwards. “Do I have to dunk my hair in gelatine so you'd come to our show next week on Friday at the white horse pub at eight pm?”

“It's not a prerequisite. And that was very smooth, Ned, very smooth.”

His loud laugh echoes, you're sure that the entire park heard it louder than the thrumming of your heart and your big fat crush on the lifeguard. “Thanks, love, but uh,” he leans forward, you can see every green speck in his hazel eyes. “My name isn't Ned.”

“W-what?” With one wrong foot over the other, you slip and fall inside the slide, ‘Ned’ gets smaller and smaller by the second you're inside. “What's your name then?!” Your voice echoes inside the plastic, warbling as you go down the slide. “Fuck!” You plunge into the pool, water in your ears and eyes as you swim up and cough out chlorine filled water. “Goddamnit,” you splash the water with your hands, frustrated that you might've lost who could've been the love of your life. At least you know where his band would be playing.

“It's Hobie.” His voice suddenly appears above you, hand reaching downwards to help you. Chest noticeably heaving, sweat dripping down his temple. He ran down the long steps to get down to you as fast as he could.

“What?” You splutter, not the most attractive thing to do.

“My actual name, it's Hobie.” ‘Hobie’ points at his nametag. “I nicked this from a friend so I could get in for free, the manager found me so now I had to work a shift. But I could think of one good thing that happened to me today though.” His smug smile makes you hide under the water.

“You could've started with that, Hobie.” You reach towards his helping hand. “You do not look like a Ned—!” With a pull, you yank him inside the pool. You laugh, and he resurfaces drenched from head to toe.

“Cheeky.” He wipes his palms on his eyelids and he blinks at you standing over him.

“I'll see you on friday, Hobie?” You saying his name is music to his ears, or that might be the water in his ears. But the sight of you with the backdrop of the cotton candy orange sky makes his thwarted evil plan all worth it. “I'll bring the gelatine.”

“And I’ll brin' the little shovel.” Hobie smiles up at you. Maybe he should bring something nice to Ned as a thank you and compensation for almost getting him fired.

[quills-of-freedom]

Head Canons ~

Cockwarming

Eren - Armin - Reiner - Porco - Bertoldt - Jean

Eren

Cockwarming with Eren is an extreme experience, to say the least.

Eren is laying awake, the weight of the world on his shoulders as per usual. (Maybe that’s why he hunches so much?) He’s been tossing and turning but didn’t want to disturb you so he turns on his side and watches you sleep.

As the silver glow of the moonlight illuminates your skin from the open sliver of the curtain, his brooding eyes can’t remove themselves from your form as you breathe softly; totally lost in another world.

He’ll bring his lips to your cheek in a peck - hoping that whatever dimension you’re in is a good one, and you’re being treated well by the hosts of that world.

The feel of your flesh against his lips and the warmth radiating from your body entices his large palm to run up your stomach, he himself not even realising his hips pressing themselves against your ass.

His kisses become frantic and you begin to stir awake as he quickly becomes feral, his shoulder and back muscles tensing as his fingers hook onto your bottoms and pull them down all while nuzzling into your neck.

A groan parts your lips as you awaken, confused as to why your body was smouldering with heated desire, your boyfriend's fingers sliding up and down your slit as he pulls your back tighter against his chest.

“Eren…?” You croak.

“Shh…” He soothes, his hand splaying around your throat. “I love you, so much… mmm ~ ah…”

You take in a sharp breath as he pushes your panties to the side, pushing his swollen head at your entrance and inserting himself inside of you with a grunt.

You rut your hips back with glee, expecting him to fuck you deep into the twilight.

But he just… stays there. His mouth desperately devouring your neck, palms squeezing your breasts as his staggered breathing coats your skin.

“Let me be with you…” His vocals are guttural.

You’re not entirely sure what he means by that - your mind is still heavily within the realm of dreams but you’re more than happy to allow him. Eventually, the both of you fell back into a slumber while he was buried inside of your flesh.

Armin

One time in particular you and Armin had such an intimate moment was when you were having a picnic at one of your favourite spots.

It was spring and the cherry blossoms were out in full bloom as you sat between his legs, his back against the bark.

The sun was starting to set after a full day of fun with him, so the air was beginning to nip a little. Resulting in Armin throwing a blanket over the both of you.

There’s times where Armin’s dark side shows and its… so hot.

His arms snake around your waist as he inhales your scent - another perfect day with his perfect partner.

His brows furrow as he quickly gets carried away, his nuzzles into the crook of your neck becoming more hungry.

You end up cockwarming him there and then under that tree - flittering pink petals cascading down around the both of you.

Your insides squeeze him in reflex, his muffled groans into your neck only encouraging them more as your slick gets more and more thick.

He gasps your name with each flutter around his entirety, slowly his vocals grow in volume as he gets closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Y/n… I’m getting close. You wanna finish this in the car?”

He’ll scoop you up into his arms and carry you down to the parking lot if you agree. If not, he’s more than happy to let you milk him under the branches of the tree.

Reiner

Reiner loves nothing more than to gently ease his huge weight onto you on the bed, pinning your legs as high as they’ll go and sinking into you.

This man craves closeness and anything to do with you. So he’s more than happy to nestle himself within you while he mutters desperately how much he loves, adores and worships you.

It’s pretty easy to make him cum from this. He gets himself too riled up with emotion, and your pulsating insides push him over the edge.

He loves pressing his chest onto yours and feeling your heart hammer against his own, his large hand pawing at your hair and face.

“N'umph… your pussy. Babe… ah, you’re gonna make me cum, gorgeous.”

Will absolutely stay plugged up in you after he has done so, his breeding kink always ignited at the sight of you so needy for his touch.

This is a common occurrence with you and Reiner. It’s one of his most treasured ways to show how much you mean to him.

Porco

In all total honesty - Porco is the worst to do this with.

He finds it extremely difficult not to thrust when he’s inside of you.

Except that one time he was sick but also horny. He wanted sex, you said he should rest. So he pulled you onto his lap and lay you down on top of him, sliding himself into you while he just held you and watched TV.

It was a little gross, as his nose kept on running, but you didn’t mind. You love him and if your closeness helped him feel better then it was all worth it.

“I love you baby.” He whimpered while holding you close, really needing to feel your presence.

Running your fingers through his hair, you return his affections. After a while, you remove yourself and make him some soup.

Bertoldt

Bertoldt oh my lord…

He’s up there with the most passionate cockwarmers to be honest. He can control himself but the effort that shows of himself holding back is to die for.

His fingers will dig into your flesh, he’ll groan, he’ll whimper, and he’ll gasp. Its almost torture, but he loves it.

Will try any dirty trick to get you to move. Including dirty talk.

“Ah~ you feel s'so amazing… You’re so warm and tight. Do you like the feel of my length so deep in you? D'do I ah~ feel good? mmmm…”

His heart is braying against his chest as he clings on you for dear life, his head pressed into your chest as if he were worshipping some goddess.

“God, I love you…”

After a while, if you feel mercy for him, for god sake give your hips a little roll. He’ll come undone instantly.

Jean

Another who’s favourite thing to do with you is this. He’s just overjoyed and privileged he gets to have you this way.

Praises you, oh so much.

“You’re a goddess.”

“You’re so perfect.”

“I love you… so much. God, you feel so good…”

Expect a lot of whimpering once you’ve been there a while - his cock twitching inside of you is everything.

It’s extremely difficult not to just start bouncing because his dick is just… *chefs kiss*

He’s a sneaky little shit though. He’ll lazily rub your clit and get you to orgasm, your insides pulling at him getting him off slyly - all with a coy grin.

Loves to spread your legs and turn you around so he can just sit and watch you splayed and splitting around him.

[elliebarker]

you are absolutely insane. + ( e. williams )

category: lifeguard!ellie x competitive swimmer!female!reader oneshot

summary: since your school’s swim season has been let out you convince yourself to get off your couch and go to your local rec-center to get some practice in. ellie has just moved into an off-campus apartment and needs to get a night job in order to keep up with her rent. 

warnings: suggestive, implied smut, use of the word “baby”, mentions of alcohol usage, overall cringy

word count: 2.7k

author's note: as 68..1% of you requested,

“just…just give me a couple more weeks man.” ellie pinched the space in between her brows, very obviously annoyed.

“i’m not doing this again ellie,” a robotic voice came from the speaker of her phone, “i can’t keep covering for you. get a fucking job.”

“but– i’m in class all day! when the hell am i supposed to work?” ellie barked into her phone, dreading the noise complaints she’d get from her neighbors. maybe the size of her apartment was a glow-up from her dorm, but the people living around her sure weren’t. 

“i- i don’t fucking know. drop a class or something? work at night?”

that conversation is how she landed here. clocking in at 6 at a rec center not too far from campus to sit and watch senior citizens go back and forth in a pool and hope they don’t drown so she doesn’t actually have to do her job. decked out in red and white ellie propped herself up onto the towering “LIFEGUARD” chair and watched each of the seconds pass on the big red digital clock displayed on the wall. little did she know today was the day she’d meet you.

you walked, well, rather you were being pulled into the pool by your friend olivia. you guys had been on your school’s swim team together and after mopping around your dorm for almost 2 weeks after your final meet she decided you, and a couple other girls from the team, would meet up at the pool a couple days after school and just, “have fun,” as she had called it. and you decided to go along with it, you could use the excuse to get out of the house once in a while without getting absolutely hammered. you served the area of the pool: a couple lanes taken up, a brunette lifeguard scooping out the newcomers (you and your friends), a bunch of lockers scattering the west wall, holy shit that lifeguard was hot. 

you immediately turned your head back to take in the entirety of the brunette lifeguard, freckled and blush-dusted face with a set of emerald eyes. you noticed a crooked name tag that read “ellie'' before hearing your name being called by our team mates.

“coming!” you called to your friends and jogged over to grab your stuff before heading to lane 6 (the one closest to ellie) next to ashley and began your workout.

ellie was flabbergasted, astonished, she touched god. never in all her years of living had she been so…drawn…to a girl. okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but by the moon and the earth you were gorgeous. the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the way your smile shines in the echo-y pool’s fluorescent lights, the way your eyes lingered on her for the right amount of time. she was shamelessly gawking at you. i mean– she had too. it was her job!!! nevermind the lame-o senior citizens in lane 2 that were statistically more likely to drown…she just had to look at the way your arms cut through the water.

the hours lingered on, and to your surprise you had no idea what a couple weeks off would do to you. you were practically panting after each 100. and, obviously, olivia and ashley had finished before you.

“go home,” you said, “i’ve just got a cool down left.” your friends agreed and you turned around to face the flags again. a loud clash, the doors closing, made itself noted behind you before you began the last part of your set.

then, finally, after many flip turns and a few glances at the rec’s lifeguard you were done. you pulled your cap off and slipped out of the pool, gathering all your stuff and heading back. after you finished drying yourself off you looked back at the pool, all the lane lines stripped, holy fuck that was fast to see ellie rolling a cart of flippers back into the storage closet. 

“haven’t seen you around here before,” she smiled. ellie was walking toward you as you finished stuffing your (still soaking) kick-board in your bag.

“my school season is out so i’m just practicing here, when my schedule allows me, before short course starts up again.” you explain, tucking your hair behind your ear. and then realizing how fucking dorky and cheesy it was and how you totally embarrassed yourself in front of your very hot lifeguard.

“cool, cool, cool, cool” you hear her answer, and you could swear you felt her eyes scanning you. you finished zipping up your bag, its ziiip echoing throughout the large and empty pool, having been deserted by all your teammates. wait. all your teammates? like- even your-ride-home-olivia was gone. 

“shit.” you muttered.

“huh? oh, sorry!” ellie stuttered out, realizing how stupid and awkward and probably unprofessional her talking to you was. UGH! I’M SO STUPID she mentally slapped herself convincing herself that it was just her delusion that had pictured up any image of you actually acknowledging her existence.

“no–no, it's not,” you began, “i lost my ride– i– my ride left, i’m…stranded.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” you nervously chuckled

“i mean, this sounds weird, but,” she said, “i could drive you?”

“getting into a stranger's car late at night…” you questioned, like you were pondering it, “why not?”

“okay don’t put it like that,” she giggled.

“nah, man. that would actually be a lifesaver! and i’ve seen you around campus, you don’t give me any reason to suspect you’d axe murder me so…”

“alright,” she smirked, grabbing her keys from the knob of the storage closet door and heading out the door, with you not far behind.

you don’t know how it happened but what was going to a quick drop off at your place from your rec-center’s lifeguard turned into a dance party and the two of you screaming lyrics and hollering out of her window, having the time of your lives. earlier that night, when you first got in the car, ellie figured to blur any awkward silence she’d hand you the aux. turns out, you both had crazy similar music tastes and after that you guys clicked instantly. you were having so much fun and that's why when the bright familiar lights of home appeared in the rear-view mirror you kind of wished you lived somewhere else, farther away.

“thanks, again,” you looked at ellie.

“anytime,” she said, smiling at you. with regret that you didn’t say anything else you closed the car door and walked over to your front door and spent that whole night thinking over her.

unbeknownst to you, ellie would be thinking about you too, not only thinking about you but talking about you to the one person who would always lend an ear to all her girl problems: dina.

“she’s just so” “so what ellie? i need details.”

“pretty? beautiful? gorgeous? perfect?”

“did you at least get her number?”

“oh.”

“oh what ellie? oh my god you dumba–” her NUMBER! ellie thought of course! duh! i’m. so. stupid!!! 

that was her next mission. get your number, your instagram, your anything, hold onto anything to be able to get to know you better. luckily for her, it wasn’t that hard, your visit to the rec-center had not been a one-time thing, in fact you and your teammates had begun a routine. and ellie drank up every glance she got at you. she had gone over and over different scenarios in which she’d ask for your number, “if you ever need a ride again,” “thought you could use this,” and after surveying that they were all equally cringy and accepting the fact she’d never have the same confidence as she did the day she met you she realized, she didn’t have to get your number, she could just give you hers. so, it was a nice surprise to see a little yellow slip, a post-it note, atop your bag adorned with her number and a little “ellie :)” as soon as you were home, showered, and ready for bed you opened your phone, sending a quick, “hey!” and introducing yourself before plugging in your phone and dozing off. ellie would deny it to anyone she knew but she totally responded immediately after you texted her and were, to say the least, disappointed when you didn’t text back after 10 minutes, half an hour, 2 hours. ellie decided to not let her stupid crush affect her and let sleep consume her. needless to say, when she woke up to see a “new message” notification she nearly leapt out of bed.

after the whole olivia-leaving-you-alone situation ellie had offered to drive you home from practice and who wouldn’t take her up on that offer? not to mention that driving home with her was fucking awesome. you got to play anything you wanted on aux and she would always get food with you. it was like meeting your soulmate, you guys had almost everything in common you could talk about whatever you wanted. she was the yin to your yang. whatever foods or things disgusted you, she loved, and she would be happy to take them off your hands. there was no awkward stage, you guys were practically meant for each other.

it had been barely a month yet every time you walked into your rec-center you were greeted with the yelling of your name and ellie sloppily climbing off her lifeguard chair to come up and hug you. you had met dina and jesse, ellie’s best friends, and ellie had met yours. it seems that nearly every waking moment of your day was spent in her company, not that you were complaining. you were sitting on ellie’s bed while she was scrolling on her phone on the floor, back propped up against her bed’s frame.

“hey,” she began, “dina’s inviting me to a party, wanna go?” she asked, turning her head to look at you.

“sure, why not?”

“sick,” she smiled and turned back to her phone, texting back dina, you assumed. a couple hours passed and you were in the bathroom, adjusting your outfit and making sure everything looked good. ellie stepped into the door frame, keys giggling on her fingers.

“ready to go?” she asked, smirking at you. you nodded and followed her out the front door.

noise was blaring and people clambered all around some kid’s dorm. to say the party was full of life was an understatement. you and ellie made your way over to the party’s make-shift bar and poured yourself a cup of your designated drinks. you didn’t have to do much looking to find dina, who was dancing in the middle of the living room. she immediately spotted you guys, deserting the group of girls she was hanging out with, and ran over to you.

“hey guys!” she greeted. lets just say whatever-the-fuck you were drinking worked, fast, because next thing you knew you were dancing, laughing, and joking about things you never would sober. so was ellie. so much so, you don’t know how much time had passed, but you were having the time of your life on the dance floor with some random feel-good song in the background. and ellie pressed up against your back. and you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

you turned around and wrapped your arms around her neck and continued to dance (grind) into her lap. and somewhere though your drunken haze her arms were on your arms, hips, totally feeling you up. and then her lips were alternating between yours and your neck. you both stumbled from the middle of the dance floor, lips still connected, to some wall off to the side. from then on, ellie got more adventurous, for lack of a better word. hands moving every ten seconds. they were cupping your face, then your tits, hips, ass, and then your face again. you couldn’t say you weren’t, either, hands went from delicately perched on her shoulders to the back of her head to desperately grasping for handfuls of her hair. the two of you barely came up for air until–

“let’s move this,” she practically panted, “somewhere else,” pulling you in the nearest unoccupied room. and as suddenly as her hands and lips had left you, they were back on you again. she began wondering again, this time however, her hand pulled at your waistband, waiting for you to nod or acknowledge what she was trying to do. it was you who parted your guys’ lips this time.

“you.” you began, making sure to catch your breath, “are absolutely,” you continued, “insane,” you finally huffed out, before smashing your lips back together and pulling your own hands at your waistband.

(fade to black bc i can’t write smuttttttt)

ellie woke up, groaning, with an awful headache. then, when she finally regained consciousness, she surveyed the room she was in. definitely not hers. her clothes, party clothes, were scattered on the floor and the only thing that remained was her black sports bra. she didn’t even realize there was another living human being next to her until she felt the cool breeze of your peaceful sleepy breath. you were lying next to her, presumably naked under the covers. your hair was messy and knotted and taking up all of the pillow and your makeup had worn off. and you were utterly gorgeous. ellie couldn’t help but smile. bask in the moment. the little time she had left to admire before she realized you were literally sitting next to her, unconscious and topless.

“fuck.” that's all she said. that's all she could say. she was so ready to run, let her flight kick in. and she would’ve, had you not wrapped your arms around her and pulled her back down. you, unconsciously (totally), rested your head in between her shoulder and neck and sighed. yeah ellie thought i could get used to this. 

shoes squeaked and whistles blew. eveything was hectic. you were just trying to get into meet-mentality when a familiar, comforting, voice came from behind you.

“hey baby,” ellie, your girlfriend of 2 months, came up and hugged you. “came to wish you good luck,” she smiled as you turned to face her, catching a glimpse of dina and jesse waving from the corner of your eye.

“aww,” you leaned up to kiss her, “that's so sweet! thank you ellie. and i love you, but, i have to go warm up i’ll be right back.” you said.

“yeah, yeah, babe, don’t let me hold you back.” ellie chuckled and went back to find her seat next to jesse and dina. a couple hours had passed and your first event was coming up shortly. you stretched and made your way over to the blocks. and as soon as the microphone sounded, you were off, you were trying your absolute hardest. and it definitely paid off. when you looked up at the scoreboard next to your lane you checked your time. and you shaved 8 whole seconds. you could barely contain your excitement. once you were out of the water you ran to hug ellie, not caring if you got her wet. (in more ways than one iykwim lol) (im sorry) (that was uncalled for) 

“i’m so sorry baby,” ellie said.

“huh?”

“your 200? you added like, a minute.”

“what?” you were so utterly confused, “oh my god! no,” you laughed in realization, “ellie, that was my 100. it's long course season. i didn’t add anything, i literally went 8 seconds faster!”

“ohh!” ellie said, nodding, pretending she understood anything you just said but congratulated you anyway.

and for being a lifeguard, your girlfriend was a shit swimmer.

“how the fuck did you even get this job.”

“shut up.” ellie was only halfway in, red “LIFEGUARD” swimsuit and trunks on, and she was already turning a ghostly white. “i can… function… in the water perfectly fine.” she said, trying not to chatter her teeth. you reached for her hand to pull her into you.

“your hands are literally purple.”

“well maybe your just super-human and can’t feel how f-fucking cold it is.” that night after you guys drove home ellie was cuddled up by the fireplace, a little cold already forming. you had just exited your after-practice hot shower and were nice and cozy, there was just one thing– person– you were missing. you laid down facing ellie and snuggled up to her. it was the mundane nights like this that were the ones worth living for.

[your-girl-mj]

morning after [1610!miles × f!reader]

summary: morning after with hangovers and your sweet boyfriend miles

warning: mama rio in early mornings /jk

note: she/her for reader, he/him for miles. aged up!miles and reader <3

created: august 10, 2023

published: august 15, 2023

first part | second part.

[name] woke up feeling wasted the night before, which is true. she blinks the lights out until she gets used to it. looking around, she just figured out she's in miles's room.

she was scooted to the far corner of the bed, blanket neatly tucked her in, with an empty side of the mattress.

the girl slowly sat up, and she was hit with a major headache. hammering into her brain. a groan left her lips before she lay down again to make it stop.

[name] was rubbing the side of her head when miles came into his room. "hey. morning, baby." he was holding a bowl of freshly made soup, with a towel hanging on his arm. he spoke so softly to her, scared that any loud sounds would make her hangover worse.

"hi," matching his tone, she looked confused at the bowl in his hands as miles gave her a peck on her crown. "what's this?"

"breakfast, i made it." he grinned proudly. with a twip sound, he shot a web to glass of water at the table across the bed. when he retrieved it, the water spilt and wet the floor, "oh shoot—!" he was quick to send a sheepish beam

a giggle erupted from her throat, "you're such a dork." miles laid the towel on her lap and put the bowl in her hands.

"don't eat it yet," then taking off to get towels on his drawers, muttering; "didn't think that one through."

"¿mijo, estás bien por ahí?" mrs morales' voice is heard from outside the room, [name] peak at the agape door she saw her cleaning the kitchen. she's cleaning the mess miles made. [son, are you okay over there?]

"buenos dias, señora." the girl greeted, slowly sitting up again, as mrs. came in the room. not noticing miles hanging the now wet towel by his window sill next to his newly washed jacket. [good morning, mrs.]

"¡buenos dias, mija!" her voice made a slight knock on the brain, but [name] smiled warmly at her mother-in-law. "¿ya te lo comiste? miles lo hizo solo para ti." [good morning, daughter!] [did you already eat it? miles made it just for you.]

"not yet, but i'm sure it's good—" the girl was about to sip, but mrs. morales stopped her before she could get a taste. the spoon full was frozen in mid-air as she waited for the woman's words, thinking she did something wrong.

"ah!" a single sound makes it feel like you did something you should've. "mijo, feed her. i'm getting her some aspirin." with that, she left the room, leaving the door open for reasons.

"i was gonna before you came in," miles muttered a comment, rolling his chair closer to the bed, smiling at his girl who mirror it back.

"what did you just say?" mrs morales swiftly turned to face where his room is. her tone is blaring enough to be heard loud and clear. hands rested on her hips with a deep frown.

"i said, i was already planning to, mama!" miles cupped a hand over his mouth, not wanting to make [name]'s hangover worst. "sorry 'bout the noise, [nickname]." he sends a sheepish grin, stirring the soup, then scooping a spoon full and feeding her.

the two can hear mrs. morales muttering along the lines of, "if i heard one bad mouth, i'll ground him for three months. mummbling and muttering, i will woop his—" and the rest is mystery.

"its okay," she replied once swallowed, "i like lively mornings with you," [name] rested her hand over his, a beam never seems to left her features, "any morning with you, to be honest. it's been a while since i stayed over." with that, she continued to eat as he fed her. mrs. morales order's.

miles feel the same warmth in his heart at his girl. thinking about it, it's been a while since they spent the night together, and it's because he's busy being spiderman, a son, and a student all together. he only has a little time to be her boyfriend.

he soon feels guilt in his chest once again, the same one he felt last night. he now knows what she meant when she said he cancelled another date. sober [name] said it was fine while drunk [name] is saying she feels unloved.

they do say drunk words are sober thoughts.

before miles can bring up the topic, his dad already there to join the chaos. "what's the fuss all about?" he gave his wife a bear hug from behind. he's already in uniform, ready for work.

"my daughter has a hangover," mrs. morales stated, she finally found the medicine, and strolled her way back. those words never fail to make [name] melt on the spot.

"kidnapping is illegal." mr. morales reminded her, making himself a cup of coffee. his wife ignored his words and set water on the table as well as the aspirin the girl needed.

"drink this once you're done eating. miles, you're in charge of her." she gave him a firm look before pulling the door to only a few inches open.

"i'm starting to think she loves you more than me," miles shrugged, taking a few sips on the soup as well before feeding his girl. his eyes are literally heart-shaped as he looks at her lovingly.

"sorry, you have to find it this way, babe," [name] matches his tone, drawing a chuckle from her s/o. after a short moment, she leaned to his headboard with a sigh. "sorry, i got drunk. you probably had a hard time getting me home," she refused to meet his eyes, playing with the helm of the blanket on top of her.

"nah, it's cool. you're adorable when you're drunk." he kissed her on the nose, which she crunched up in process. "do you remember anything yesterday?" thinking she might be able to recall what she said to him.

as miles fetch her water and medicine, she couldn't help but get curious. "no. did we swing to your room?"

"if we did, the streets in brooklyn will be close for major clean up." his hand was fast to catch the thrown book at him, just seconds after his spider sense activated. he spun to face her, dorky beam is present to his face.

his girl only narrowed her eyes at him, "i don't know if i should be pissed or attracted to you right now." miles only shook his head with a laugh.

he thought back what her words were about last night. he wanted to make things clear and apologise for cancelling his dates with her more often than he intended.

she did say she doesn't drink, but why change that last night? he thought about it. clogs working on his brain before he was hit with reality. but he wanted to confirm it before assuming.

"is there any reason why you..drink last night?" miles asked gently and worried at the same time, not wanting to make her taken back with the sudden question.

"uh.. i kinda wanna know what it tastes like and... i guess i lost track.." it was the hesitancy in her voice that made his assumption higher. "this thing tastes amazing, by the way. i didn't know you had a chef dna in your blood." [name] smiled lightly, holding the bowl up then setting it to his bedside table.

changing the topic, he thought. "what can i say? i'm a genius," he hid his flustered expression with a smirk. miles hand her the aspirin, sitting beside her on his bed. miles watched her chugged up the water. once she was done, he started, "y'know, you can tell me anything, right?" taking her hand in his. miles' other hand put the cup away, right next to the bowl.

as the heat of his palms envelopes hers, it made her lean her body to him, swallowing the heat of his body, head on his shoulder. miles gladly accepts the gesture, wrapping his arms around her. "i know you basically know all my secrets." chuckling, she played it cool.

miles rest his head on top of hers, breathing out a sigh, "not all of them.." pulling her to his lap, just letting her rest. he peaked the crown of her head. "¿Por qué bebiste hermosa?" [why did you drink, beautiful?]

[name] can tell he was worried, she also feels a little guilty. miles let her play with the helm of his shirt, folding and unfolding, tugging it, wrinkling it. whatever made her to process her words to say. "i don't know.."

"you don't know?" his hands tapping on her thighs, before drawing — doodling on her back with the tip of his finger. they're completely relaxed to each other, to the point they didn't see mrs. morales sneaking a picture of them, then letting them be.

"i was... feeling kinda lonely, i guess.." she crumbled the bottom of his shirt, "i don't really know.." she whispered, dancing around the truth. she's too embarrassed to admit that she misses him dearly,

they've been like this for almost a year. few months after miles became spiderman, he's always there for her.

they still have time together, but after a few times of miles missing a date or hangout... those few times became often. and she feels like she's his best friend again, just.. hanging around for a short while before he leaves.

"y'know, you told me you feel unloved because i always cancelled our dates..." miles feel her hands stopped fidgeting, her state completely frozen. "is it true?"

when [name] only stayed quiet, he suck his teeth. "hey, it's okay if you do. i won't cancel on you again, i promise you."

"...i—" she took a breath, "i don't want to feel like a priority to you..." miles frowned at that, "you're already busy being spiderman, and with your studies not to mention with your parents, i don't want to squeeze myself in there—"

[name] was unable to finish as his lips pressed into hers, miles pulled away from a second, looking at her briefly before locking their lips in a kiss again.

once pulled away, the girl is in awe for a short amount of time before hiding into his neck. miles gave her ear a kiss, whispering. "you don't have to squeeze yourself in. you're already in it." sighing, disappointed to himself, "it was my fault.."

"miles..." she shook her head, ready to deny his words.

"no, don't deny it." he pulled away, looking at her beautiful face, cupping it in his hands. "I've been a bad boyfriend to you for so many months now... and i'm really sorry, sunflower.." [name] feel her heart skip a beat at the old nickname he always call her when they started their relationship, where everything was perfect.

the nickname brought both nostalgia.

"i wanna make it up to you, and not just flowers, chocolates, and some drawings." holding her hands in his, he kisses each and every finger and knuckles, "i want to make it up to you in a real date, without any interpretations. just me and you." his eyes held hope and determination. he doesn't want to mess this up.

[name] feel a smile crept to her lips before it was wiped out and worry was replaced. "but miles, what if—"

"dad can handle it." miles immediately answered, but her expression didn't change, she feels like she would be the reason why someone would get hurt because spiderman didn't show up. "they'll be okay. it will only be once in a while. there are no super villain on the loose for them to need me. dad can handle a few criminals."

the smiled he adored came back, making him mirror it. "okay," she nodded, pulling him into her once again, "i missed you."

"i missed you too, sunflower."

sorry for not posting sooner, writer's block beat me like miguel beating miles (child abuse /jk) 😔

[danikamariewrites]

would you be down to write something a little angsty w a fluff ending, w ddlg batboys where someone overhears their dynamic, maybe her fake ass friends make fun of her for it and reader takes it to heart so she distances herself from az, cass and rhys. she contemplates everything and starts to really doubt herself. This is supposed to be a comforting dynamic to heal her inner self but are whoever brought it up right? is it really weird?

and then she tells the batboys after a while and they all solve it together and confront whoever hurt their girl❤️

Is This Weird

Poly!batboys x reader

A/n: I need all 3 of them to comfort me immediately 😭

Warnings: ddlg, angst and fluff, also not proofread

It was supposed to be a fun night all for you that was quickly ruined by your supposed best friend. Annie had always talked about others behind their backs no matter how many times your friend group told her to stop. She just wouldn’t listen.

You had stopped in the shadow of the doorway just before you could be seen by your two friends. In truth, Layla was probably your best friend. She was the one who helped Rhys plan your birthday party.

“Annie. I told you to stop, it’s her birthday.” She said in a stern tone that bordered on anger. Annie laughed in her face. “Oh come on miss priss. Don’t you think it’s weird? Like, are you really mates to three males? And what’s with the daddy nickname for them? That’s the weirdest part.”

Layla let out a sound of disgust. You didn’t stick around to hear the rest, not wanting to know if Layla was defending you or not. You walked off to another entrance to the ballroom. You just wanted to get through the night and lock yourself in your room.

Did your friends really think so low of you?

Before the party was truly over you slipped away, heading straight to your bedroom. You didn’t feel like sleeping with them tonight. Not since you couldn’t shake this weird feeling in your chest after you heard Annie’s opinions.

For days after you had been somewhat cold towards Rhys, Cass, and Az. You would still eat with them, train with them, and hang out. But you didn’t return their flirtatious behavior or any other moves.

You had closed your side of the bond and it made you feel sick. Like something inside you was broken and it would never be fixed. Like everything they’ve done for you has just disappeared.

You love them so much and you don’t want anything to change, but was Annie right? Three males maybe was too much. Maybe the Mother was wrong. But how could you pick just one of them. Would you have to let them all go?

A tap landed quickly on your shoulder and you jumped. Looking up you saw Azriel’s concerned face. You place a hand over your hammering heart as you let out a deep breath.

“Oh Az. It’s you. What’s wrong?” He shakes his head, “Nothing. I just felt your anxiety, is everything ok princess?” You froze up and shook your head no.

You meant to nod but part of you didn’t want to hide from the problem of feeling like a burden anymore. Azriel sat next to you on the couch, wrapping a wing around you for comfort.

“Whatever is bothering you princess you can tell me. I’ve noticed you’ve been distant lately. Is it about that?” You felt that all too familiar lump form in your throat. The tears forming on your lash line blurring your vision.

“Is…do you guys not like our relationship?” Azriel was taken aback by the question. What on earth would make you think that? “Not at all y/n. I love you and I love Rhys and Cass. We love you very much baby. What happened?”

At his gentle tone you broke down. Azriel scooped you into his lap, holding the back of your head as you cried into his shoulder.

You felt Rhys and Cassian’s presence before looking at them. Cassian sat next to Azriel and Rhys knelt in front of Az, lightly stroking your back. You pull away from Az to turn to Rhys. His face fell at the sight of your tear stained face.

“Oh darling. What’s upset you. Tell us and we’ll fix it.” You cover his hand that’s resting on your thigh and squeeze it for comfort. You closed your eyes reaching out Rhys in your mind to show him the memory of your “friends”.

They all stilled as Rhys replayed your memory for them. You could feel Azriel tense under you in anger. “Sweetheart look at me.” Cassian whispered. His large hands cradle your face as you look up at him.

“There is nothing wrong with you or this. You make us very happy baby, and who cares about Annie?” He was right. Your life doesn’t affect Annie and you wouldn’t let her have this power over you.

“You’re right daddy.” A wide grin broke out on Cassian’s face. He wiped away your stray tears with his thumbs. “There’s my baby.” Cass kissed the top of your nose.

Azriel and Rhys embraced you between them. “We will always be here for you darling.” Rhys whispered.

[dollfaced-erin]

woah its been so long since i have read ur fic and i finally did

YINGXING IS SO FINE I LOVE THIS OLD MAN AND I KNOW DAN JIA WOULD AGREE WITH ME IMAGINE HER STARING AT HIS FACE WHILE HES DOING WHATEVER AND WOULD SAY THE SAME THING

A/n :

This is. Honestly. the sweetest yet my brain is encoding heartbreak and angst in me rn help. but like i loved this sm, that i just needed to make a little plot line at least... dont come at me. im listening to secret garden rn--

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She would agree, honestly. She would be standing at the balcony of the drinks parlor, a glass of a light alcoholic beverage in her hand. the night would be cold, the gentle caresses of the wind serenely passing through her locks of carefully looked after hair.

Her eyes would be trained to the figure on the ground, gaze softening as she watched the two figures below the platform she stood upon. They would be brandishing their swords, sending each other blow after blow, showcasing techniques they have been taught together by the same master that dominated the swordsmanship world.

But her blue eyes would only be tracing the figure of her beloved, the older individual, aging as fine as wine, fighting with sweat trickling down his brow. His long white hair would be tied up with the hairpin he had created, matching to the one in her own hair, one she had reserved for special shows she knew his purple eyes would observe.

Her eyes would be trained upon his figure no matter what her lover was doing, be it doing such miniscule tasks like wiping his brow with the napkin she had graciously offered her lover. Or it may even be something he did daily, like sitting up straight while he dined with her, even though it was just the two of them in a regular commoner restaurant.

Or even it may be something that she adored the most, which watching him hard at work, hammering away in his smithy. He would place his lover away, even taking it upon him to scoop her up in his arms and set her on a bench away from the fire, worried that her beautiful silks be singed by the sparks that flew out of the hearth.

She would watch his figure warmly, her cheeks warming up with affection and love for him. She would watch as he smiled in satisfaction as he created yet again another sensational masterpiece with his rough hands that were always so gentle when handling her. He would watch as he boasted to those around him, words sometimes prickling the fire of envy in others, but always spoke so courteously and affectionately to her.

She loved this man with all her heart, and the finest pieces created with only the most delicate touch adorned her very being. She wished that days where he rested in her arms would prolong and their happiness would be eternal, or at least until death parts the two of them.

But for now, she was content with staring at him as he ate a snack provided with her loving, healing hands. It was yet another tiring day at work, and she just wanted to do something nice for him. But instead of doing something nice for him, she was rewarded with the beautiful sight of her beloved yet again.

"Is something the matter, my moon ?" The swordsmith would ask, a teasing hand raised to gently caress his beloved's cheek with a slender finger.

"No, you're just...breathtaking, my beloved." She would reply in response, smiling lovingly at the man who had aged by her side.

"Is that so, my love ?" Yingxing would reply with a deep husky chuckle, his voice sending tingles up his lover's spine. His hand would cup her chin, turning her face towards him, but not enough to hurt his lover.

"Well then, you have quite a couple more decades to admire this handsome face of mine. I'll make sure that this face is properly ingrained into your precious little mind~"

(Y/n) looked in her hands, snapping out of a series of memories as she glanced at the earring in her hand, in form of a windchime. She smiled lovingly at it, regret and pain bubbling in her heart as she reminisced about moments in the past. It felt so strange, yet so familiar to her.

She looked up at the sky, the moon's gentle light gracing upon her figure.

"I hope you sleep well tonight, my beloved."

She swore that within the howl of the night, she heard a reply come back to her. A familiar deep and husky voice that sent tingles down her spine.

"And I hope your dreams are nothing short of flowers that bloom in the night's gaze."

[sailor-aviator]

What would dhtn!Jake do if Scout moaned "you're so good to me Jakey" while they made love?

Yeah, let's talk about it! (Smut under the cut)

Jake loved seeing you like this. Your face was pinched in pleasure with the apples of your cheeks flushed red as you grinded on top of him, his hands on your hips to guide your movements. You let out little whines and whimpers as you rode him, hands splayed across his chest as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

"Look at you, honey girl," he cooed up at you, thrusting up into you, drawing a loud groan from your parted lips. "Look so pretty like this. Love when you lose control for me. You're so prim and proper, no one but me knows how much of a whore you are for my cock."

"Jakey," you whined, leaning forward to connect your lips to his. He obliged you, licking into your mouth with slow, steady strokes that matched the way his hips rose to meet your own.

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl? Your cunt is grippin' me so hard, she's chokin' my dick," he groaned out, hearing the obscene squelch as you continued to rock on top of him. "You're so fuckin' wet, baby girl. No one else can make you this wet, huh?"

"No," you gasped, earning a chuckle from the man underneath you. He reached his hand around to draw lazy, but precise circles on your clit and you threw your head back as the coil tightened in your lower stomach. "Just you, Jakey."

"That's right, just me. Only I can make you lose your mind like this. Shit, honey, I can feel how close your are. C'mon, sweet girl. Come for me. Come all over my cock."

His words pushed you over the edge, and you let out a wanton moan as you came around him. Jake moaned, still moving your hips against him as he chased his own release. You were still riding the wave of your orgasm when you reached out to cup his cheek, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

"So good for me, Jakey," you cooed at him. Jake thrust up into you with a pathetic cry. You looked down at him to see his eyes lidded with lust, mouth agape as he stared at you. You let out a soft chuckle at the delirious state he was in. "You goin' to be a good boy for me, and come?"

"Shit!" he cried out, the veins in his neck bulging as he hammered into you even harder.

"Can feel how hard you are inside of me, always make me feel so full. The only one who can make me feel this good. You gonna come, Jakey?"

"Uh huh," he whimpered, thrusts starting to grow sloppy as he chased his release, your words only spurring him on. You saw tears begin to pool in the corners of his eyes as he let out another groan. "Feels so good."

"Yeah?" you hummed. "I feel good wrapped around you? Squeezing you? You going to come in me? Give me all of your cum?"

"Fuck," he shouted, head hitting the headboard of the bed with a soft thump. "Gonna give it all to you, honey. Can feel it comin'. Shit, there's so much."

"C'mon, Jakey," you whispered, lips ghosting over his, his breaths coming out in strained pants and moans. "Wanna feel you fill me up. Wanna feel you drippin' out of me."

Jake's eyes widened as he stilled inside of you. You felt the hot spurts of him coat your inner walls as you gasped out a smile, still grinding down onto him. Jake's moans turned to whimpers as you kept moving.

"So sensitive, darlin', please," he begged you, but his hands were still helping to move your hips.

"Don't want to waste any of it, baby boy," you cooed, gasping when you felt him twitch inside of you at the pet name. Finally, you slowed to a stop, hissing as you pulled off of him. Jake moved to lay you down as he stared down at the combined mixture of your releases leaking out of you. He reached up his fingers, scooping up what had leaked out of you before slowly thrusting it back in. You let out a gasp as he reached up to place a gentle kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you," he smiled softly. You brushed your nose against his.

"I love you too."