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nkogneatho · 4 months ago
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SANTA'S CUMMING TO TOWN
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—fushiguro toji x fem!reader
#TAPE NO 1 OF 'Tis the Season to be Naughty
—cw: breeding, santa kink (idk bruh i am all high and horny), mention on pregnancy, prone bone, raw sex, spanking, dirty talking, nick names. (art creds: yy6241 on ig)
—a/n: 1.2k words of everything that is wrong with me
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Christmas wasn't particularly the most awaited time of the year for Toji. You on the other hand? You made sure that your place looked like the Christmas Spirit threw up garlands, trees and cute lights all over.
"Can you pass me those lights?" you ask Toji who was hanging the pinecones on the tree.
"Tell me why we're doin' this again?"
"Because it's Christmas. It's the season of joy. Oh, by the way," you gently step down from the table that helped you a gain a foot to put on the decorations, "gumi's friends are coming tomorrow so make sure to dress up as a santa."
"What?" He is stunned. It's not that he doesn't like kids but to have all their excited eyes on him would give him quite the stage fright.
"Please Please Toji. I know you don't like this kinda stuff but gumi was so excited the other day to see santa."
"What's in it for me?"
"You want a bribe for dressing up to make your son happy?" Your arms fold against your chest and you look at him with a poker face.
"Of course. That little brat gets spoiled way too much by you. When's my turn?"
"Toji. It's either the santa costume or the shark costume and dancing on baby shark for an hour"
*GASP*
"Hope ya know Santa doesn't like you, sweetheart." He walks away after giving you a nasty look. You know he doesn't mean it. He is cute when he is all pouty.
The party felt like forever. You send Megumi off to Shiu's place with his son and his mom. They were gonna have a sleepover. Megumi was a raging introvert just like his father so him having a best friend was a big deal for you.
"So the dishes are done. The extra party hats are in the cupboard, the floor is clean and y—" You stop your moving feet and look at the view in front of you. "And Santa hasn't left yet."
"Well...I still have one bad girl on my list. Thought I'd take care of that." He steps closer. The heat emitting from his body already reaching to hug your skin.
"But I've been your good girl, haven't I?" your doe eyes flutter at him, your fingers curling his white faux beard.
"Nah sweetheart. You've been so bad. You've barely paid any attention to me all month. Don'tcha think ya should get punished for that?" His grainy voice grazes against your neck. You try so hard to come up with a quick witty answer to turn this into a wholesome conversation but that was down the drain the moment he put that thing on. You were never into the whole santa thing until now. All blame goes to the man underneath the costume.
"P-punished?" You clear you throat. "Like?" You wait for an answer but you don't get one. Well, at least not in words.
Toji picks you up bridal style and walks to the cozy mattress next to the christmas tree and the gifts.
"Gonna give you a full experience, doll."
Everytime you fuck, Toji's always the one to get undressed first. He is too impatient to feel you against him. But tonight, you're the only one getting undressed. Your dress pools on your stomach as calloused hands hike it up.
"Toj—"
"tsk tsk. address me properly, naughty girl."
"Santa! Need you inside me.
"Heh. Not so soon, darling. Gotta punish you first." In a split second, you're turned on your belly, face pushed against the pillow. Toji inhales a sharp breath watching your exposed ass. A quick spank is landed on your them, making your husband hard as your plump skin bounces.
"Look at'cha. Such a slut. getting all wet with just a spank? what you gon' do when santa fills up your hole, doll?"
*spank*
"Ah! Fuck. I am so sorry, Santa. I promise I'll be a good girl f'you" you mewl.
"Promise? ight. Let's test that." You hear him shuffle. His fingers unbuckle the comically large belt and tugging down the pants just enough to expose his throbbing cock. He pumps it a few times before slapping the precum covered tip on your butt cheeks, the slight wet feeling on your skin turning you on even more. Toji grabs a cushion and settles it between the floor and your stomach so your pussy is easily visible. It's shameful. You know you're so wet that it's traveling down your thigh and drenching the cushion.
You feel his cockhead rub against your slick, opening the folds.
"Shit. She's dripping, sweetheart. Don't even need to stretch ya tonight. You ready for Santa's cock?"
He doesn't even give you a chance to answer before he is slowly forcing it in your pussy. Emerald eyes not even blinking for a second out of fear of missing even a single frame of the way you swallow him.
"Fuuuuuck!" you cry out at the stretch.
"Attagirl. Took it all in once. Keep it up and I might take you off my bad list, baby."
He starts off a few gentle strokes to get you used to it all before he puts his arms on your back, pushing you further against the mattress as he starts pounding into you like an animal.
"Fuckfuckfuck fucking god! I love your pussy. You feel so fucking good. Ughhh"
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Santa, pl—please. You're so big."
"I know, baby. But—ugh—you're takin' me sooo well. Fuck! Yeah, baby c'mon. Grind that ass on my cock. Yeaaaah just like that fuck!"
"G-gunna cum, anh anh ffu—ngh," you cry and your tears are soaked by the pillows. In another second, you're coming undone on his cock, screaming his name.
"Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl." Each word enunciated with a deep plunge in your shivering pussy.
"You've been such a good girl. Santa's gonna give you a gift." Toji picks up his pace again, rolling his hips faster, the faux beard chafing your shoulders as he is putting all his weight on you, all his instincts telling him to breed you.
"Gunna give my sweet doll the greatest gift. You better take it all. 'm gonna make sure your pussy does. goddaaaamn nghh—" A few more deep thrusts and soon he is losing his composure, cumming and painting your insides with his thick leak.
"You better return the gift in nine months doll." You're too fucked in your brain to even register what he said.
The next morning you're not even making eye contact with Toji, too embarrassed to accept you were turned on by something so innocent. Good thing Megumi comes by the door running, helping you avoid the situation for a little longer.
"Aww come here, my boy. Did you have fun at Uncle Shiu's?" He nods. His little arms coming to hug you.
"So what gift ya got brat?" Toji asks the little sea urchin.
"I got a pink tiger with a red color bow. He is the best. I named him Yuuji." You chuckle, wiping the drool from corner of his lips. "And we ate fortune cookies."
"ohh! what did your cookie say?"
"It said Santa will bring a little sister next year." Blood rushes to your cheeks, your face heating up at the little boy's innocent comment, sounding completely sinful after scenes from last night play in your head. You bite the insides of your cheek.
"Mhm. Hope he does, babe." He kisses the top of the boy's head and then your temple. Yeah he is not the Christmas kinda guy. But this might be his new favorite holiday now.
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ssahotchnerr · 2 months ago
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omg Katie i was rewatching s7 (as one does) and ohhhh my gosh I forgot how delicious and gorgeous beard!Hotch is😔😔 he’s just soo!!
I can’t stop thinking about maybe the beard making a comeback while on vacation or something, him being all domestic with that beard — and it’s just such a change from his usual suit and tie lawyer important job vibe😔 sorry just thought to share and wanted to know what you think of him <3333
while on vacation
i just couldn't not write a fic about this 🤭 bearded aaron my beloved cw; fem!reader, established relationship, jack calls reader mom, domestic fluff with a hint of spice❤️‍🔥, light suggestion <3 wc; 1.2k
"Don't scrunch up your face so much," you laughed gently, applying sunscreen thoroughly across Jack's face. Whether it was his forehead, the bridge of his nose, or his cheeks, he either attempted to move out of the way or scowled further in protest.
"But I don't like it," Jack complained. "It's cold and smells funny."
"I know you don't bud, but the last thing you want is to get sunburnt," you told him, your eyes sympathetic. "The sun here is a lot more harsh compared to how it is at home. I'd hate for you to be miserable, and not have as much fun because of it."
"I guess. It stings my eyes sometimes too."
"Just try your hardest not to touch your face, and you should be okay," you reassured him, snapping the sunscreen shut and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Plus, I don't think you want your father's lecture on the importance of SPF."
Speaking of - "Aaron?" you called out. "Are you almost ready?"
"Yeah..." You heard him sigh from the bathroom, the faint sound of him searching through his toiletry bag audible. "I forgot to pack my razor."
You grabbed Jack's hat and placed it atop his head, angling it more downwards to playfully cover his eyes. You got to your feet, meeting Aaron in the bathroom. "You? Forgot to pack something? What happened to the spreadsheet?"
"I don't make spreadsheets for everything," Aaron laughed at your teasing, an inquisitive expression soon taking form on his face. "Do you think the hotel carries razors?"
"I don't see why they wouldn't."
"Or we'll just have to stop at a store later," he shook his head, giving up his search and zipping up his bag.
"Or we could just... not," you suggested, pushing yourself off the doorframe and running your hands under water quickly. Once clean of any lingering sunscreen remnants, you gripped onto Aaron's polo, your hands soon roaming his torso.
An amused grin formed on his face, "Oh?"
"We're on vacation. That means getting out of routine, taking it easy, not shaving." You shrugged, continuing your flirtatious touch by toying with the collar of his shirt. "So what if a light beard makes an appearance. It wouldn't be the end of the world."
"And that's the only reason, right?" Aaron inquired as a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming with a playful understanding. "That we're on vacation?"
You weren't slick, and he knew it. However, your request did surprise him - you've only seen him with a beard once when he returned home from Pakistan, short lived as Jack despised it. But you hadn't mentioned it since.
You widened your eyes, feigning innocence, "I can't imagine there being another reason."
He lowered his voice, leaning in close. "Just say it turns you on sweetheart, it's alright."
Surprised at his sudden forwardness you immediately blushed, but he also wasn't wrong. However, before you had the chance to respond -
"Mom, Dad, you coming?" Jack asked, waiting patiently at the door with his beach towel in hand.
"Yeah, we're coming." Aaron clicked off the light, his hand finding your lower back. As he guided you out of the bathroom, it wandered further down, causing you to playfully push it away with a giggle before any young eyes could see. "Did Mom put sunscreen on you?"
He got a groan in response.
Over the course of the next few days, Aaron obliged, heeding your wishes and not shaving. It was mere stubble for a day or two, which was still a sight to see. But towards the end of the week, the beard was coming in wonderfully.
With his dark hair, slightly tousled from the laid-backness of the week's pace, the beard also complemented the sharpness of his features. It brought out the color of his eyes, enhancing their deep, intense color. His jawline, which could make you go weak in the knees any day, was more defined, a perfect contrast to the soft yet rugged texture of his beard.
Add in his sunglasses, the sweaty t-shirt clinging to his body at times due to the heat, and his developing tan, you were absolutely swooning. It was nearly impossible to tear your gaze away from him.
Even the smallest of things were driving you wild. Aaron simply placed breakfast in front of Jack one morning; face adorned by his beard, conversing with his son naturally, the domesticity had you fluttering in all ways. You found yourself wishing you had the same request on your honeymoon.
In addition, the slow vacation mornings also allowed you the time to admire Aaron before he awoke, peaceful and content in sleep. For the first time in a while too, he looked well rested.
Jack had been worn out and sleeping in also, due to the sun exposure and the long-yet-fun days catching up to him. It thankfully granted you and Aaron some much appreciated time to spend alone together.
"Good morning," you mumbled softly when Aaron's eyes found yours, reaching up slightly to press a kiss to his lips, his jaw, neck, anywhere you could reach. You continued to litter him with kisses, before full-on straddling him.
Aaron chuckled, his hands landing on your hips. His voice was still rough with sleep, peering up at you with his sleep-heavy eyelids. "I'd say it is."
You laughed softly against his skin, pulling his t-shirt collar down, giving you access to kiss his chest.
"What do I need to do to get a wakeup call like this every day?"
After pressing one more kiss to his collarbone, you sat up, remaining on top of him. "I can't believe it's our last full day," you whined as a dull filled you; back to the city, back to normalcy, back to clean-shaven Aaron.
He hummed in agreement, his finger tracing the tan line from your bikini bottoms, visible above the waistline of your pj shorts. "It did go by fast, didn't it?"
You nodded, your shoulders slumping as your bottom lip protruded in a pout.
"Are you mourning the end of our time off, or the fact that the beard will be leaving," Aaron questioned, an admirable glint in his eyes. Again, he looked thoroughly relaxed laid against his pillow, his hair sticking out in all directions as he gazed at you.
"Both," you sighed, cupping his jaw and letting your thumb graze his stubble. "Don't get me wrong, I adore seeing your clean and attractive face. But I am going to miss this."
"I'll tell you what, I'll keep it a few more days. To allow you to enjoy it thoroughly, in the privacy of our bedroom." He sat up, positioning you on his lap and easily bringing his lips to yours. With Jack so close, the two of you hadn't been very adventurous in fear of being caught. "And maybe it'll make an appearance more often. Since you like it so much." He mumbled lowly amidst the fierce kiss, a light smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth.
You pulled back briefly, a finger pressed to his chest. "Is that a promise?"
"Definitely."
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ddejavvu · 23 days ago
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mei! I have an request that has been rotting my brain for WEEKS. Now. I haven't seen you write for Bucky before, so I don't know if you will, but I'm taking a risk asking bc I have been SALIVATING.
It's so simple. Literally just Bucky eating the reader out, and he hikes her up on his shoulders, with her legs wrapped around his head and she's leaned up against the wall. I hope I'm drawing this correctly, but it has been ALL I have been thinking about. if you don't do bucky, that's okay but if you do PLEASEE.
on my old account that i never write on anymore i used to be the bucky queen. every time someone asks me if i'd ever write for bucky i take psychic damage (through no fault of yours). my bucky masterlist was pages long and sometimes i really do miss my metal armed fucktoy
this post is 18+, minors dni.
Cool metal digs into the fleshy globe of your ass, trailing up your back and surely leaving ridged indents in your skin that will itch later when he's let you down. Your back aches, your neck aches, and no amount of squirming against the wall will stop that, but the ecstasy between your thighs makes up for it and more. Bucky's slight scruff burns against your thighs as his mouth sucks tight against your hole, tongue dipping inside and adding to the slick mess that's already been produced there.
There's wetness escaping the seal of his lips, staining both his chin and your thighs alike, probably dripping down to the floor by now, streaming like saliva from the jowls of a feral beast. He's got you pinned to the wall behind you, your knees hiked over his shoulders to stabilize you while his super-powered muscles do the rest of the work. He doesn't seem to need to compensate much, but he does brace his arms beneath your ass for somewhere to put them. Regardless of his arms- he's pinned your cunt to the wall like he's making out with it.
He's eating it, really eating it like he's dipping his tongue into your mouth. His head bobs back and forth, his tongue pushing relentlessly into your pussy and licking it for all its worth. He gladly pushes his own spit into the mess of your slick, sucking and gulping the mixture down like water to a parched man. He's groaning, breathing heavily through his teeth ravenously when he's forced to come up for air. He dives back in to suck at your clit, latching on ferociously and straining the sensitive nub that's already aflame with stimulation. You gasp, thighs nearly falling off of his shoulders, but his strong arms hold you tight in place. Bucky's tightly sealed mouth over your clit sucks hard enough for it to hurt, like he's trying to swallow it and he's willing to smother himself between your legs to do it.
Your clit burns and you yank at his hair when you've had all you can handle, enduring five seconds more of it because you can't seem to tug tight enough on his locks to make him remember there's a world outside of the wet, warm space between your thighs.
He dips back into the slick cavity of your cunt to give your clit a break, but the point of his nose still scrapes unforgivingly against its stinging surface. The clit stimulation alone is nearly enough to throw you over the edge, but you wrestle the urge back to prolong the time in which Bucky licks the slick out of your weeping sex.
There's nothing to be said, no 'Bucky', no 'More, please!', no 'I need you', nothing you could have possibly strung together in your garbled haze of a brain. All you can do is make noises, animalistic and greedy, breathy gasps and dirty moans.
That's what sex with Bucky is- hungry, feral, rabid. It's sweat that his tongue sponges off of your neck, it's bite marks left on his well-built muscles, it's the burning raw skin of your thighs left behind by his barely-there beard. It's raw sex, nothing held back, nothing orchestrated, only urges. Bucky's tongue brings you back to reality, to the ache in your back as it dips down nearly to your ass, and you rake in a trembling breath as your thighs begin to shake.
You don't need to speak to let him know he's about to unravel you, he can feel it through the tremble in your core, by the wild clenching of your hole around his tongue, by the tightening of your fist in his hair. You shamelessly ride his face through your orgasm, bucking wildly against his mouth nearly hard enough to dislodge yourself from his shoulders. But it doesn't matter, he's got you pinned, your hips immovable from against his mouth.
He drags out your orgasm for as long as he can, licking and sucking and even biting wherever he feels he won't hurt you beyond repair. You're sure there's going to be a bruise against the flesh of your inner leg tomorrow, but you would have cut it off to keep riding Bucky's face for ten seconds longer.
Bliss turns to agony as Bucky doesn't relent, his mouth still working against your cunt like a kiss. You have to risk falling to get him off, pushing urgently against his head, hard enough to pry his hot, sucking mouth off of your pussy.
He's breathing just as heavily as you are when he breaks away, the lower half of his face coated in the mixture of your slick and his spit. It feels like it's dripping out of you, too, and you marvel at how his tongue was able to stretch your cunt out like a dick.
He nudges your thighs gently off of his shoulders, but you barely fall an inch before he catches you, lowering you to the ground on shaky legs. He doesn't bother letting you hold up your own weight, providing the strength of his own chest for you to slump against. He guides you to your bed, ignoring the way your spent cunt leaks over the sheets.
He must be able to read your worry about the mess, because he grunts, "I'll clean it up later. We can wash the sheets."
You grip weakly at his hand, mustering all of your energy to squeeze it tighter, "Can you- can we sleep?"
"You can sleep," He chuckles, brushing a hand over your forehead and pushing your head back down to the pillow, "I'm not tired."
You know that. You know he's barely ever tired, even after three rounds of nothing but giving you the pounding of your lifetime. So you watch him crack his neck, chest still heaving as he drags in oxygen, "I'm gonna go for a run. Call me when you're ready for more."
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lostinlovingrevery · 10 days ago
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Hey Van 💞 Not sure if you’re still doing Logan headcanon ideas buuuut I was thinking about Logan taking the reader on a first date.
How would he feel? Where would he want to take the reader? Kiss on the first date? 😏 Would he go through different outfits and panic? I definitely would going out with him LOL
I see him of course trying to play it off acting cool but being SO nervous on the inside lol fluff/smut the choice is yours! Just a thought way too late at night 😆
Sending love and hugs your way! 💕
AHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE
all the hugs for you Dami!!!! <3
Logan On Your First Date Headcanons!
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I actually may do a second post with a scenarios for each Logan variants! <3 <3
when you and logan go on your first date you bet your ASS he's going to be nervous
You're just so pretty, and wonderful, and lovely that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
I don't think he's huge on fashion but the man can pull off anything. he'll want to look nice for you. If he's taking you to a fancy restaraunt, you can expect he'd be dressing up. A nice dress shirt and slacks, and a clean cut blazer. He'll do his hair up. Trim his beard. All the stops. If its something a little more simple, like a coffee date, he'll wear his jeans and flannel, with that classic leather jacket of his. He'll still do his hair and trimming of course
first of all, he's traditional. So expect flowers. He'll probably torture himself trying to find the perfect bunch.
He'll pick you up, even goes to your door and stands all polite holding the bouquet with a hand in his pocket
when you first open it you'd think he was about to explode he looked so nervous, but when you greet him- he gets this big smile on his face, and says hi back, before giving you your flowers.
He'll end up playing it cool for the most night, but is a PERFECT gentleman. He was born in 1800s, he's been around, he knows how to treat a lady (or a fella!)
I think a perfect date for logan would involve riding around the city/town on his motorcycle, maybe a nice walk somewhere scenic. (a boardwalk, walk through a shopping district, a nice park). He's not picky about restaraunts, but depending on how fancy this date is- he'll pick only the best places (unless you have a place in mind)
opens doors for you, holds your hand.
he will definitely get the jitters off and on. Worried about saying the wrong thing, wanting to make sure you're comfortable, that you feel safe with him. Not a lot of people do...
FIRST KISSES
Its so gentle, careful- almost like he thinks he's going to break you just from kissing him. Honestly, I'd swoon SO hard.
He'll smile a bit, pull away for a second, and then kiss you again- with more passion this time. He really likes how you feel on his lips.
Will tug you closer with hands on your hips
Logan doesn't dance, but he will for you. Maybe you ended up in some bar. Rock music playing on the jukebox that barely works unless someone bangs on it every few minutes. One of your favorite songs comes on and you flash him a mischievous smile as you grab his hand and tug him along with you.
Your conversations are endless. Living a long life means Logan has a lot of stories to tell. But really, he likes hearing you talk. You could chatter on for hours, and he'd have that smile on his face as he listens to every word- and resist the urge to kiss you stupid as he watches your lips
logan knows what its like to date. been in the same scene before. there's cues, things you should say, and ask. But with you, it felt so natural. His previous anxieties about it going well will fade away. He doesn't feel the need to hide himself. Being with you will probably get him to open up more than he has with anyone before
throughout the date I feel like he'd hold your hand, kiss the back of it. Hes very genuine about his actions with you.
Big tough guy, he's a total romantic when it comes to you
will pay- even if you insist on splitting the bill. What can i say, he's traditional. He wants to take care of you
at the end of the date, and he takes your home- you're both nervous. There's obvious attractions, maybe you both wouldn't mind taking it to the next level even for a first date, but how do you bring that up?
if you both decided to wait, he'll give you a steamy goodbye kiss at your door- enough to make you want to change your mind. Kiss the back of your hand and tell you goodnight.
lets say the second date doesn't have as much restraint.
NSFW
BUT if you guys do diddle, the devils tango, the jumping circus
he can barely contain his excitement
whether you were friends first, or just met by chance, he hadn't stopped thinking about you and yes that means you're in his head late at night the entire time
theres two ways this could go
its slow at first, no initial moves. Maybe you watch a movie together. you're curled into his side with his arm around you.
it starts the way any first date hookup could start. you make eye contact and he kisses you
soft, testing the waters. When you grab onto his shirt to pull him closer- or maybe you straddle him thats when things become intense.
logan is experienced, he'll let you take the lead though. never wanting to push boundaries or do something to make you uncomfortable- unless you explicitly tell him you want him to take the lead.
he'll worship every inch of you. Constantly whispering how pretty you are. he's looking at you like a goddess while you're riding him.
be telling you the dirtiest shit- tell you how good you're taking his cock. probs get you to watch and see, call you a good girl
his moans are TASTY
youll be screaming his name so much the neighbors will greet him when he leaves the next morning- only to grab the mail for you. old missus johnson will be like "good morning logan" even though they never met before
the second way could be right to the point.
he gives you a sweet kiss- maybe it's meant to be goodbye but you both feel that spark. how can you say goodbye when it feels this good?
you pull him inside. your sweet kiss turns messy and desperate. practically ripping each others clothes off
he picks you up, "what room?" before carrying you to bed, where he'll undo you PERFECTLY
praise is all you'll be hearing that night. will probably break your bedframe- don't worry, he'll pay for it.
either way, he's staying the next day. who cares about work? you were to damn sweet. Will make you breakfast or take you out. Then you both can spend the day together- however you like ;)
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anakinstwinklebunny · 5 months ago
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Author's note: happy BUNNYCEMBER everyone :3
Summary: day before Christmas, kids fast asleep..so what's better way than to make sure you were a good girl this year?
Cinnamon in the air, fire clicking in the ingle
Warm blanket, hot chocolate with extra portion of whipped cream perfectly blending into the Christmas scenery you, Anakin and your twins had put on.
You could hear the faint rustle of Anakin fumbling with the large sack of gifts he insisted on dragging out of the bedroom to make the moment more authentic for the sake if the kids decide to suddenly wake up to see the 'Santa'. When he finally emerged, your giggles started before you could even take in the full scene.
“Stop laughing,” he grumbled, though the crooked grin tugging at his lips said he didn't mean it
But how could you not laugh? ANAKIN SKYWALKER, in a full Santa suit—complete with the fake beard hanging precariously under his jaw—looked like he was on the verge of a cosplay catastrophe. The suit clung too tightly to his broad shoulders, and his tousled hair was already poking out from under the red hat.
“Santa Skywalker, huh?” you teased, watching as he crouched by the tree, carefully arranging the presents. “Shouldn’t you have an elf helping you with all that?”
“Oh, I do,” he quipped, straightening and dusting his hands off. His gaze turned sharp as he stalked toward you, leaving the sack by the fireplace. “But I think my elf’s been a little naughty this year.”
Your laughter bubbled up again as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. The beard had slipped entirely off his chin, leaving him free to press soft, warm kisses along your neck.
“Have you been a good girl this year?” he murmured against your skin
“Good enough,” you whispered back, though the grin you couldn’t suppress betrayed your innocence.
“Mm, I don’t think so,” hands slipping down to cup your ass through your cozy pajama shorts. “Because a good girl wouldn’t be giggling at Santa like that. A good girl would be sitting on his lap, showing a little respect.”
Your laughter turned breathy as he nipped lightly at your collarbone, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt to brush against your skin. “Is that what you want? For me to sit on Santa’s lap?”
His hummed in approval, his lips trailing up to your ear. “That’s exactly what I want.”
Before you could respond, he tugged you toward the couch, pulling you down so you were laying on it. The warm touch of his hands on your thighs as he spread your legs made you forget the ridiculousness of his costume. The way he looked at you—like you were the only gift he’d ever need—had your pulse racing.
“You look so beautiful,” his tone softening “But I think Santa deserves to see a little more of you.”
His hands were everywhere—trailing up your thighs, gripping your hips, sliding over your stomach while his lips captured yours in a deep kiss.
With one swift motion, he pulled your shirt off, leaving you bare to the warmth of his gaze. His eyes swam in the look of the curve of your breasts - as if he was salivating like a dog
“I don’t think I’ve told you enough how fucking good you look tonight,” his gaze dropping to the lacy bralette you’d thrown on earlier. His fingers slipped beneath the band, teasing the soft skin of your breasts. “This? It’s a gift, isn’t it? Wrapped up just for me.” he pulled on a strap and let it go, giving you a light smack from it
You barely managed a breathless, “Maybe"
“I’ll unwrap it,” he said, pulling the fabric down to expose your perky breasts. “Cause what a Santa I'd be if I'd neglect such a present from my favorite girl?”
You gasped as his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking gently before biting just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you, letting it run down to pool between your legs
“You laugh at me in that stupid suit, but look at you now,” he rasped “Trembling for me. Always trembling for me.” His lips moved harder, like a starving man in need, leaving marks that you were sure you’d see in the morning.
“Tell me,” he demanded, making sure to pay equal attention to your other breast - because after all, how he could just neglect the other when the two of them are so perfect because they're yours? “Tell me how bad you want me right now.”
“So bad,” you managed, your fingers tangling in his hair as he carried you to the couch.
“Not good enough,” lips kissing your belly till he reached your hips - biting and licking the skin there. His fingers yanked your pajama shorts off, leaving you in those lacy panties he had bought you last year for Christmas. He knelt between your legs, hands sliding up your thighs as he stared down at you like you were a true feast. “Say it like you mean it.”
You swallowed hard, heat pooling in your stomach as his fingers teased the edges of your panties. “I want you, Ani..I nee--.”
“Uh-uh,” he interrupted with another letting go of the material to let it smack against your skin “Santa.”
“just-please-,” you whined, cheeks heating at his words.
“That’s better,” he murmured, dragging the lace down your legs before leaning in, spreading your thighs even more and burying his face between them "oh baby..like a true candy cane" his tongue flicked over your entrance in a way that had your back arching off the couch. “But I don’t think you’re ready for me yet..”
His mouth was magic against you, every flick of his tongue pulling you closer to the edge. His lips teased, sucked, and swirled against your sensitive clit, making you squirm in need. The pressure was unbearable, but not enough to push you over—yet. Your hands gripped the cushions beneath you, your breaths shaky as you whimpered his name, craving more.
“Santa doesn’t deliver until I hear real begging,” Anakin's voice muffled as he sucked gently, then harder, making your legs tremble around his head.
“Ani, please…” you begged, voice barely above a whisper “I need you. Now.”
He pulled back, eyes dark, a smirk playing at glistering his lips. “You sure, baby? You want Santa to stuff you full like one of his toys?”
You could barely form words, nodding desperately, body trembling with. The ache between your legs was nearly unbearable, but you knew he was holding you at the brink, just waiting for the right moment.
“That’s my girl,” Without another word, Anakin shifted, positioning himself above you, and after all the cursing at the thick belt, he entered you, filling you oh, so completely. The stretch of him inside you made you both gasp. His eyes shut, trying not to spill already, before he started to move - slow at first, yet deep, just perfectly enough to build much more pleasure in your body
“Anakin… please…” you gasped, fingers clawing at his back as you tried to pull him closer, needing him so desperately. “Don’t stop. Just go harder.”
He groaned, eyes wild, brows furrowed in this so painful yet so pleasurable, even delicious squeeze of your walls. “You want it like that, huh? You want me to fuck you like an animal? Like Santa's little doe?”
“You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, baby. I’ll make sure of that.” he whimpered “Do you feel how deep I am, sweetheart? No one else could fuck you like this. No one else deserves to.”
His hands were all over you now, gripping your hips, pulling you closer, thrusting into you with a speed and force that had your body shaking beneath him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, your breath ragged and quick as the pleasure built higher, closer and closer to the edge.
You couldn’t hold back anymore. You needed to let go. “Anakin… I’m close, please…” you whimpered, your body tightening around him, your entire body on the edge of breaking apart.
The pace of his thrusts quickened, his breathing ragged as he pushed you closer to the edge. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart? Gonna let Santa give you the best Christmas present you’ve ever had?”
And with one final thrust, you did, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over you. Anakin followed moments later, his groan muffled against your neck as he spilled into you.
“Happy Christmas, love” Anakin muttered, lips brushing against yours
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semperamans · 10 months ago
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whatever you do, do not think of all of the pretty pet names benny would call you!!! don't do it!!! because he'd have so many :'(
like, yeah, he knows your name, loves your name, it tickles his tongue but it feels so natural to call you things like baby. you are his baby. when he's got your chin in his grasp and smells like motor oil and tobacco and those silver rings are cold and biting as they press against your jaw it just tumbles out. "m'sweet baby." he rasps, beard tickling your lips as he brings you closer closer until you meet in a plushy union.
"c'mon darlin," he groans, tipping his head back. "don' make me do this." you've got his hand, tugging earnestly as the latest Elvis song croons through the busted club speakers. you beg, lengthening the word please out until it's made primarily of vowels. "dance with me, benny." you're all doe eyes and syrupy smiles and that's when the boys start up: "yeah! dance with her benny!" "c'mon, benny boy! dance with your girl." he scowls at them, flipping the bird and his half-lit cigarette at corky before rising and following you onto the floor.
"think you're an angel," benny confesses one night. he's hovering over you, hands on either side of your face, knees sinking into the worn comforter. "think you were sent down from heaven jus' for me. to save me." he breathes, trailing his index finger down the length of your nose. you've never seen him like this, so vulnerable that tears rim his baby blues. you're in awe. he's so beautiful; white ribbed tank top stuck to his chest from sweat, levis straining over his thighs. "always thought i'd have to die and somehow make it into heaven to see someone like you. be loved by someone like you." he smiles and shakes his head. "my pretty angel."
you're honey over breakfast in his trailer.
you're pretty one whenever you twirl and show off your new dress.
“you’re mine,” he breathes. “all mine.”
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angrythingstarlight · 2 years ago
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How did Mafia Bucky get Malyshka to move in with him? Did he actually ask or did her things at her apartment just start disappearing little by little until they were all at Bucky’s place ? 😂
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
AN: Unbetad drabble. Part of the Bumblebee series.
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"What I'm doing is not stealing. And I find it offensive that you'd ever think I'd steal from you," Bucky teases, casually nipping your bottom lip, his hand wraps around your wrists, pinning them above your head.
You say nothing. Your gaze flickering up to his ocean-blue eyes. Its supposed to be a pointed, stern look, followed by a sharp retort about his habit of taking your stuff. But it's softens when he traces your bottom lip.
Most of your things are at his place now, they have been for the past month or so.
He doesn't bother concealing his actions from you, blatantly removing item after item as you watch, usually caught between amusement and disbelief at his boldness.
But that's your mobster. He's decisive and passionate and goes after what he wants.
And for the past month, he's only wanted one thing.
You living with him, in his house, filling it with all your things, making it a home for the two of you.
You want to tease him about his thievery, make him beg to take you home—except he's gazing at you with so much love that you're melting in his hold, unable to even pretend that you can resist him.
He smirks against your lips. Bucky knows your weakness and he's not above exploiting it to get his way.
His lips graze yours in one languid, lazy movement. The kiss deepening slowly until you're consumed by him—oh you feel him everywhere.
The soft press of his lips moving over yours, his tongue teasing the seam of your mouth, begging you to let him in. His large, warm hand roaming down your side to grip your waist, pulling you into him. His grip loosening on your wrists, only to grasp the side of your face, angling you where he needs you as his calloused thumb sweeps across your cheek.
Bucky could spend hours worshipping you with his mouth and he plans on doing so, starting with your lips.
As soon as you agree to his demands.
"As I was saying, Malyshka. It's not stealing if I'm putting your stuff where it belongs. With me." His audacious statement is met with a huffed laugh, Bucky continues on, undeterred. "I'm not spending another night without you so move in with me or—" his head lifts slightly, lips hovering over yours. "I can move in here."
He's serious. Your mouth falters open, wordlessly searching what to say. "I—Bucky your house is basically a mansion. I stay in an apartment."
He shrugs once, a smile stretching across his face, his blues piercing yours. That look alone would be enough to keep you pinned against him. "I honestly don't care either way as long as I get to wake up next to you every day. Imagine all the ways I could make sure you'd always have a good morning."
The thought alone is enough to bring him to his knees—maybe you need a little taste of what he can provide you.
He makes a faint sound of appreciation in his throat, his lips trail down to your neck, kissing along your shoulder. "You can do whatever you want to the house. Redecorate any way you want. Fuck, knock the whole place down and start from scratch if you feel like it. Turn any room into an art studio. I have an amazing library downstairs." He punctuates his words with a slow grind of his hips. "It's all yours. Anything you want Malyshka. All you have to do is say yes."
You cup his face in your hands, his beard grazing your palms. He lets you bring him closer, his large body caging you, making you feel so safe and wanted, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.
Unable to think of a single reason why you should deny yourself the life and the unconditional love he offering, you nod. "Yes."
Pure, unadulterated happiness surges through him, images of a life with you playing in his head, it's laced with a little relief because he already moved the rest of your stuff an hour ago.
He'll confess later.
Right now he has other things on his mind, torn between tossing you over his shoulder and taking you home or showing his gratitude by taking you against your living room wall.
One glance at your pretty face and he decides he's going to do both.
"Good girl," he praises with another kiss before grabbing your waist. Tossing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing at all, he laughs at your surprised squeal. "Now I'm about to show you happy you just made me."
You get the feeling that life with Bucky is going to be incredible.
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midnightcrw · 2 years ago
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Daisy loves her dad and always wants to be around him.
It's as if she feels the safest in his arms.
And this is one of these moments.
Simon doesn't usually mind having her laying on his chest, but because she's so young, she always drools on him.
Daisy's hands reach up to grab his mask as she giggles.
"Don't drool all over my mask, Daisy," Simon speaks softly to her, his voice a calm contrast to his hard exterior.
"I don't think she's going to listen." You smile as you watch them.
Simon had just come home, and Daisy already didn't want to let go of her dad, not even giving him the chance to change into more comfortable clothes.
Daisy holds onto his mask as she pulls herself up, her chubby little legs trying to step on him to get a little more height to grab his face.
Simon's eyes flutter over to you, a small grin making its way to his lips under the mask, "she's stubborn, just like you."
You roll your eyes as you sit next to them.
Wanting to let Simon get out of his work clothes, you reach out for Daisy, but she seems to have other plans.
Daisy holds on to him for dear life as you reach out your arms, she squeals and squirms and babbles, she is so attached to him that you can't help but get jealous.
“You jealous, love?” Simon says as Daisy manages to push his mask completely off his face.
"Oh fuck off," you tell him as you cross your arms.
You always spend so much time with her and yet she's more attached to him than to you.
"I'll ask Price to come over, then you'll know what it feels like." Price, Gaz and Soap were around quite often and you both knew she clearly had a favorite.
Daisy obviously loves Price the most, even though she keeps tugging on his beard and trying to put on his hat with her chubby little fingers.
"I'd like to see you try," his words are cocky and confident. He knew you wouldn't go through with it and his smug grin said it too.
Daisy giggles and reaches for her dad's hair, trying to pull it but instead grabbing a big handful and tugging it, causing Simon to wince in pain.
"Daisy," he says in a stern voice as she continues to babble happily.
Slowly taking out your phone, Simon's eyes widen slightly as he reaches for it, not wanting you to call Price "Love, no."
Daisy starts to squeal and reaches for the phone as well and before you can even comprehend anything, Daisy snatches the phone out of your hand as she holds it tightly in her hands.
You laugh a bit as you try to take the phone away from her, but she doesn't budge. "She definitely got that grip from you."
Simon looks at you, chuckling as he watches you try to take the phone back.
Daisy, on the other hand, refuses to let go of the phone, holding onto it tightly, her grip getting stronger by the second.
You sigh and give up, closing your eyes as you lean back on the couch, "As long as she's not drooling on my phone, everything's fine."
"Better keep your eyes closed then."
"Oh no."
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hollowmem · 21 hours ago
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GN!Reader and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
I decided I will continue the challange, and i will try to do it every day until the end of this month so wish me luck
Day 15: You are Soap’s sibling. And it’s your first time on base. Soap has told everyone you are off limits but Gaz captures your attention immediately.
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Coming home from college was supposed to be relaxing. A breather. But by day four, you were pacing around the living room like a caged animal. The quiet town, the familiar streets — it all felt too small, too slow.
You called your brother.
"I'm losing my mind," you said.
Soap chuckled through the phone. "Didn’t take long, huh?"
"Come on, let me visit you. Just for a few days. You owe me for not coming to my graduation, by the way."
There was a pause. Then, a sigh. "Fine. But behave. And no flirting with anyone. I mean it."
You rolled your eyes. "Flirting? With your coworkers? Please."
You arrived on base two days later.
Soap met you outside the gates, looking like someone who hadn’t slept in three days but still had enough energy to throw you in a headlock the second you got close.
“Still short,” he said with a grin, ruffling your hair like he always did when you were younger.
“And you still smell like gunpowder and bad decisions,” you shot back.
He laughed, threw his arm around your shoulder, and guided you through the base. Soldiers walked by, some doing double takes — probably just curious about the civilian suddenly strolling in like they belonged.
You got to the common area and Soap clapped his hands loudly. "Oi! Eyes over here."
A few people looked up from their gear, their coffee, their lives. "This is my sibling," he said, voice raised. "They’re off limits. That means no staring, no flirting, no… whatever the hell some of you are thinking right now."
You gave him a look. "You done?"
"Almost," he said, then turned back to the room. "I know some of you think rules are suggestions. Let me be clear. This one’s not." And that’s when you saw him.
Leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, watching you with that kind of quiet curiosity that made your skin prickle. Not in a bad way. Just… like he saw everything. Dark, thoughtful eyes. A perfectly trimmed beard. Confident without being cocky — well, maybe just a little cocky.
Gaz.
His lips tugged into a slow smirk as your eyes met. He gave a small, respectful nod, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Soap followed your gaze, saw who you were looking at, and groaned out loud.
“No. Absolutely not.”
"Who is that?" you asked innocently.
"Gaz," Soap said flatly. "And he is none of your business."
"Relax, I was just asking—"
"I know that look. You were not just asking."
You peeked over his shoulder. Gaz was still watching, clearly entertained.
Soap muttered under his breath. "Bloody hell." You smiled.
Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so boring after all.
The rest of the day was a blur of buildings, rules, and half-serious lectures from Soap. But your mind kept drifting back to him. The way he watched. The way he didn’t flinch under your brother’s little speech.
By the time evening rolled around, you were sitting alone outside the barracks, taking in the quiet. The stars were clearer out here. Air smelled like dust and oil and metal.
"You’re braver than most," a voice said from behind you. You turned, heart doing that annoying little skip thing. Gaz.
He walked over, calm and easy, hands in his pockets. "Most people steer clear after a Soap warning."
You raised an eyebrow. "And you’re not most people?"
"Guess not." He smiled, then tilted his head. "So what brings you to the war zone?"
"College got boring. Home is too quiet. Besides he owed me. Figured I'd visit the one place I probably shouldn’t be in."
Gaz chuckled. "Yeah, you picked a hell of a vacation spot."
You looked at him for a long second. "You always this bold?"
"Only when someone tells me not to be."
You smirked, biting your lip. "My brother will kill you."
"Yeah," he said, shrugging casually. "But it'd be worth it."
You didn’t say anything — just looked at him until Soap’s voice bellowed from somewhere nearby.
"GARRICK, I SWEAR TO GOD—"
Gaz winced. "That’s my cue."
He gave you one last grin before walking away like nothing had happened.
And you? You were already planning your next conversation.
You stayed outside for a bit longer, letting the night cool settle on your skin, trying to wipe the ridiculous smile off your face. But it was hard — mostly because you could still hear Soap stomping around the base like a pissed-off guard dog, muttering something about “cheeky bastards” and “bloody hell.”
Eventually, you wandered back inside, acting like nothing had happened. Soap was waiting in the hallway.
“I told you not to talk to him.”
You blinked. “I was sitting. He talked to me.”
“Did you talk back?”
“Would it have mattered if I didn’t?” You smiled sweetly. He groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Why are you like this?”
“Genetics. Look in a mirror.” Soap didn’t even bother replying. He just walked off shaking his head.
The next few days turned into a dance you weren’t quite sure you knew the steps to. Every time you passed Gaz in the hallway there was a look. Not one of those obvious, ‘I want you’ looks. No — it was subtle. And Gaz? He didn’t push.
He didn’t sneak around or make bold moves when your brother was gone. He didn’t try to impress you with stories or dumb lines. He just… showed up. Said hi when it counted. Walked with you when no one else did. Asked about your major, your favorite music, the last good book you read. Like he actually gave a damn.
And that somehow made it worse. Because now it wasn’t just about the way he looked. It was about the way he listened.
One afternoon, you were in the mess hall grabbing a coffee when he slid into the seat across from you.
“No Soap in sight?” he asked, eyeing the door dramatically.
“He’s in a meeting,” you said. “Threatening people, I assume.”
“So, I’ve got a full ten minutes before he comes charging in like a pissed-off rhino?”
You laughed. “Maybe less.”
Gaz leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Then I better make it count.”
You sipped your drink, trying to play it cool. “You really like pushing him, don’t you?”
“Not my fault he’s got good looking sibling.” Your cheeks burned, and you didn’t even have time to come up with something witty because that’s exactly when Soap burst into the mess hall. Gaz didn’t flinch.
Didn’t even look guilty.
He leaned back in his chair, all cool confidence, while you tried to not visibly panic.
Soap’s eyes locked on the two of you. “Unbelievable.”
“Relax,” Gaz said, grinning up at him. “We’re just talking.”
Soap raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got two seconds to disappear, Garrick.”
Gaz stood slowly, coffee in hand, and gave you one last look. It wasn’t flirtatious. It wasn’t cocky. And it hit harder than any smirk ever could. He nodded once and walked off, just as calm as he arrived.
You turned to Soap, arms crossed. “Seriously?”
Soap pointed toward the door. “You. Out. Now.”
You held in your laugh until you were out of the room. Because Gaz was right. He was definitely worth it.
The next day you tried to play it cool, keep your head down, but it got harder and harder not to glance over your shoulder every time you heard boots in the hallway, hoping it was him. You and Gaz had only had a few small conversations since you came to stay on base. But every glance he gave you said more than the words ever did.
And now, it was your last day on base.
Your bag was packed. The transport would be leaving within the hour. Soap had promised to walk you to the gate, but he’d gotten pulled into a quick briefing, so you wandered the corridor one last time. Quiet. Almost empty.
And then, just as you turned a corner — there he was.
Leaning casually against the wall, arms folded, like he’d been waiting. You stopped in your tracks, heart lurching in a way that annoyed you and thrilled you at the same time. “You leaving?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah. In like… twenty minutes.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just looked at you — that soft, thoughtful kind of look that made the air feel different. Then: “Gonna be weird not seeing you around.”
You smiled. “Gonna be weird not getting yelled at for just looking at you.”
He chuckled at that, then took a step closer. Not enough to break any rules, not enough for anyone to accuse either of you of anything. But enough that you could lower your voice.
“I was thinking…” you said, reaching into the pocket of your jacket. “Just in case we don’t run into each other again—”
You held out a folded piece of paper. Small. Simple. Unassuming. He raised an eyebrow but took it without hesitation.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Guess you’ll have to open it later,” you said, smiling as you stepped back.
He looked at the paper, then at you. “You sure?”
“Nope,” you said honestly. “But I’d regret it if I didn’t.”
Before he could say anything else, you turned and walked off.
Didn’t look back.
Didn’t need to.
Because when he finally unfolded the note, alone in his room later that night, written in your handwriting was your number… and beneath it:
“You owe me a coffee”
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galedekarios · 1 year ago
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hearing about gale from tara is always such a treat because she's known him for so, so long, ever since he was just a boy and has watched him grow into who he is now:
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Player: Excruciatingly awkward. On my side, at least. Tara the Tressym: Don't be too hard on yourself, sir. You've been like that all your life.
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Player: It's very unsettling how you can tell what I've been up to just by looking at me... Tara the Tressym: Tressyms are exceptionally intuitive. And also, you wear your emotions like a very garish cravat.
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Tara the Tressym: If that's all, then what comes after is for you to decide, Mr Dekarios. Think well on all that's happened, and stay true to that heart of yours. It's a good one.
which also sort of ties into this:
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Player: I'd never want to lose you, Tara. I'll return the Crown to Mystra. Tara the Tressym: There's a good humanoid. You had me scared for a moment here. But you're wise - and wiser all the time. 
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Player: That's just my boyish charm. Tara the Tressym: Boyish charm and knees that creak like rusted hinges! Quite the combination.
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Player: I'm honestly not sure. But don't worry - it's nothing I can't handle. Tara the Tressym: Very tough.
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Player: Must be the beard. Tara the Tressym: Don't be silly. What is it really?
she's absolutely not averse to teasing him. however, it's never cruel and always light-hearted, just like she's not afraid to call him out on evading questions or making him reflect on the choices he takes if she does disagree with him. it really speaks of how long they have been at each other's side.
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Tara the Tressym: Mr Dekarios. Gale. You are the finest mind - the finest wizard - I have ever had the pleasure to know. If anyone can beat this thing, it is you. When you tried to control the Weave - when it all went, pardon my language, belly up - I was terrified. Scared you'd be hurt. Scared Mystra would punish you for your transgression. But do you know what never crossed my mind? That you wouldn't figure a way out of it. My clever friend never leaves a knot knotted. This parasite is one more knot, so get to tugging threads. And - Mr Dekarios - please. The beard. I'd cut it down myself if I could hold a razor.
so from tara's pov, gale's always been awkward and obvious with his emotions.
she's convinced he has a genuinely good heart, one that she hopes he'll stay true to.
tara thinks he's wise, and growing wiser (condition: gale rejects to take the crown for himself).
she also thinks he's clever and brilliant.
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mcflymemes · 1 year ago
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INQUISITION PARTY BANTER  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition
you... actually look like that?
thank you for remembering. sometimes people forget me.
it's interesting watching you. the way you carry yourself when you use magic.
why are you so angry at your father? he wants to help and you know he does.
no one needs to see my arse.
you're set on being sad forever.
remember, do not use it like a sword.
i'd just eat the cheese.
always knew you were up to something.
you didn't always have a beard.
sometimes love isn't enough.
there were so many wonderful hats.
you're happier now, [name].
you have so many feelings.
i am uncertain whether to believe you.
the world doesn't make sense to them. it's too real.
you're right about that. they would.
do you need to eat? or sleep?
you would stop it if you could.
i can't tug it loose without tearing it.
stop. it isn't about you.
i believe i can work with that.
you have other things to carry.
you're serious, aren't you?
you let it keep hurting because you think hurting is who you are.
it is because you think you have to?
you ask a lot of questions, [name].
why be ashamed? power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.
i'll have to steal that one.
hey, when this is all done, if you ever need my help for anything, you just ask, all right?
maybe you're not a complete moron.
we were having a moment, and now you've ruined it.
i can't believe you drank that swill at the tavern.
i'm well aware you lied to me.
that is... remarkably decent of you.
i don't want to think about that right now.
you need a hairbrush.
when you charge at them, you make them hit you.
i'm curious about you. i had no idea something like you was possible.
how do you want to be remembered? valiant yet sexy rebel against the status quo?
it's not easy finding people willing to shoulder such a terrible responsibility.
it's not such a terrible thing. some of my best friends are murderers.
who's judging now?
i know your kind.
i know that what comes out of your mouth is the same drivel that comes out of theirs.
careful i don't club you on the head.
if i had something to say, i'd say it.
if we're going to fight at each other's side, we need to get along.
enough, both of you.
you said i could ask you questions.
how do you get your hair to do that?
do you think we could ever be friends?
killing him won't make anything better.
if you really cared, you could ask.
you caught the eye of a young woman in that last village.
i just need to know you're capable of higher thought. for my own comfort.
i question your reasons for being here.
my reasons for being here are the same as yours.
i think that's the first time i've heard you admit anything is complicated.
what made you change your mind?
i will try to be more like you.
you should learn to watch your back.
i mean. could be naked more. that'd be better.
beardy people are supposed to be jolly.
why are you complaining?
you're smirking again.
right, here we go. what is it from you?
there is no need to tell anyone that.
does yelling while we're walking around count?
stop pointing that at me!
you need a drink or something, you tell me.
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wileys-russo · 1 year ago
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baby’s first christmas II m.earps x reader
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part of the a date to remember universe series
baby’s first christmas II m.earps x reader
"this is nice, isn't it?" you chuckled at your wifes words, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie, well you were.
"is it? because you haven't stopped bouncing your knee, checking your phone and looking out the front window since delilah was picked up." you smiled knowingly, mary burying her face in her hands.
"i'm trying!" mary whined with a pout, sinking down further into the lounge. "she's with your mum mary she's going to be absolutely fine. you need to get over this anxious attachment love its going to rub off on her." you moved to straddle the keepers lap with an empathetic smile.
"i know i know. i just worry baby, she's so little." mary sighed, hands resting on your thighs. "she is and i know you are fiercely protective my love but you need to trust she's okay when shes with someone other than you or i." you ran your hands through her hair which was down for once, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
“you know one day she’s going to need to go to school, get a job, move out-“ your words were cut off as your wife practically tackled you down onto the sofa, covering her ears and yelling loudly to drown you out. “mary! you’re such a child.” you squirmed beneath her with a shake of your head. “she’s never ever allowed to grow up that is a disgusting illegal incorrect thought shes going to be our sweet little angel forever and ever!” the keeper warned sternly, pointing down at you with a menacing look.
“when?” your wife looked confused at the question. “what what?” she countered with a frown. “when did you learn to control time? you know normally that’s father times job, you might need to grow a beard or something to fit in. don’t know if I’d be into that babe.” you reached up to stroke her chin as she rolled her eyes and pushed your hands away.
“whose being a child now?”
"okay but in all seriousness it's her first christmas my love, this is supposed to be exciting!" you shook her lightly as she finally perked up. "okay okay mary slow down!" you laughed as your wife rattled off a million and one things she wanted to do with your daughter during the holiday season.
"oo when she gets back lets take her for a walk to look at some lights, and have hot chocolate, and watch a movie!" the keeper lit up as you nodded your agreement, tugging the taller girl down into a kiss.
"i'd also like to finish this movie if you'd sit still and stop stressing for another...hour and ten minutes." you chuckled checking your phone, marys mum due to drop delilah back off at five.
“you’ll go grey at your age if you’re not careful about your stress levels baby.” you teased, squealing as her fingers dug into your sides. “watch it, cheeky.”
to marys credit she sat mostly still, though as soon as the clock ticked five she was back into the routine of checking her phone and glancing out the window every thirty seconds, the bouncing of her knee shaking your own body which was curled up into hers.
"mary! for god sakes she's probably stuck in traffic or enjoying her time with her granddaughter." you snatched the girls phone off of her and slid it into your hoodie pocket, smacking her knee to stop it bouncing.
"you're being ridiculous, if anything was wrong we would be the first people your mum would call. now if you want to keep busy and get your mind off of it, go and get the rest of the decorations you've been promising me you'll grab in 'just a minute babe'!" you mocked, raising an eyebrow as the girl went to argue your point.
"yes love, whatever you say love." mary sighed in defeat, kissing your cheek and getting to her feet. "remember; happy wife happy life earps." you smirked as she flipped you off over her shoulder with a sarcastic smile, disappearing upstairs.
she returned a few minutes later with boxes piled high in her arms, depositing them onto the carpet near the tree as you dropped to your knees and started sorting through them.
"that was exhausting." mary complained as she collapsed onto the lounge. "baby you went up the stairs, into the spare room, into the closet, grabbed the boxes, came downstairs. you didn't even train today!" you laughed at your wife, though her chance to respond disappeared as the doorbell sounded and she was on her feet in seconds flat.
"hi julie!" you greeted the woman warmly as mary flung the door open, snatching delilah up and out of her pram cooing at her, completely ignoring her mum as you elbowed her harshly. "yeah hi mum." mary mumbled dismissively, attention completely locked on the squirming baby in her arms.
"would you like to come in for a cup of tea? it's freezing!" you offered, the woman thanking you for the offer but declining, giving you a tight hug and rolling her eyes at mary who waved but otherwise continued to ignore her.
"mary! that was so rude.” you scolded your wife, smacking her shoulder making delilah giggle once you'd put away her things. "oh did you like that bubba?" you cooed, punching your wife again and grinning at the adorable giggles that followed.
"oi! stop teaching her to be violent." mary warned, kicking you away with her foot as she hoisted delilah onto her hip and returned to the living room. "she can learn that from you sweary earps." you teased, earning yourself a filthy look.
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"look at those! aren't they pretty lilah." you bounced delilah up and down as mary tickled her chin, both of you melting at the giggles which followed. "god she laughs at everything now!" you sighed happily, mary pushing the pram around as you wandered the streets looking at lights.
"i'm surprised she can even see given all those bloody layers you've got her trapped in, like a little burrito!" mary smirked as you pushed her with your free hand, delilah again giggling in delight. "its the middle of winter mary of course she's bundled up. don’t pretend as if you would have dressed her any differently and you've got about five layers on yourself!" you pointed out, your wife holding her hands up in the air unable to argue as she sipped on her hot chocolate.
at her request you swapped, you now pushing the empty pram as mary wandered beside you chattering away to delilah, pointing out house after house and trying to get her to speak. "say santa, santa!" you laughed at her efforts, the poor girl barely able to speak much more than a few words among her baby gibberish.
"babe i think my toes might drop off and her cheeks are quite pink, lets head back yeah?"
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"oh that is so cute." mary squealed as you balanced a santa hat on delilahs head, the baby crawling about on the ground in front of the tree as you and your wife snapped a hundred and one pictures.
the three of you had spent the rest of the evening after dinner dancing around the house to christmas music as you finished putting up the rest of the directions, mary offering up for the two of you to host your families for christmas dinner this year which was sure to be an interesting experience.
"oh! baby i forgot have a surprise." you raised an eyebrow as your wife jumped happily to her feet with so much eagerness that she tripped on the edge of the carpet, racing off as you rolled your eyes. "mama is so silly sometimes! yes she is, yes she is." you cooed to your daughter who was sat up on the carpet in front of you with an adorably lopsided smile.
you snapped another photo of the santa hat perched on her head with her little candy cane pyjamas and sent it to both ella and alessia, getting an influx of texts back demanding more pictures as you rolled your eyes and tossed your phone up on the sofa.
between marys national and club team mates and your own friends and families there was already a small village of presents for delilah stacked under the tree, then add in yours and marys inability not to spoil her rotten and you'd needed to move half of them into the other room to save space.
"close your eyes please beautiful!" you heard your wife call out from another room as you did so, hearing her footsteps return to the room and the floorboards squeak a little as she sat back down on the carpet.
"hands out." she ordered, snatching up your daughter and sitting her in her lap as you hesitantly opened your palms. "baby its nothing bad! do you not trust me?" mary huffed at your obvious hesitance making a smile curl onto your lips.
"okay, open." you felt something round and smooth dropped into your hand as you opened your eyes again. "oh my god mary." you breathed out, the small golden bauble reading 'babys first christmas' in beautiful calligraphy.
"its perfect. i love it!" you sent her a soft smile, leaning over to reward her with a tender kiss, a pair of tiny hands wrenching their way between your mouths as you broke apart with a laugh, both of you attacking delilahs little face with kisses instead.
"i thought we could get her a new one every year and then when she's older she'll have all these little baubles and ornaments to pass down to her own kids." mary admitted as you could have melted into a puddle then and there.
“i love that idea. once she’s a bit older she can even make some of her own!” you tickled under the girls chin making her giggle adorably as both you and your wife swooned at the sound.
"not that you're allowed a boyfriend or a girlfriend or anything until you're at least thirty missy!" the goalkeeper warned the small girl seriously making you laugh. "lets get her to hang it before she goes down." you suggested, the two of you standing with mary holding delilah.
grabbing her tiny hand you held the bauble between your finger tips, guiding her hand to hang it on the tree. "perfect! just like you." mary blew a gentle raspberry on delilahs cheek who let out a tired giggle and a yawn.
"you're it! i put her down for her nap at lunch time." you patted your wife on the back and kissed delilah goodnight, collapsing back into the sofa as mary disappeared to put your daughter to bed.
you busied yourself making the two of you another hot chocolate before flicking through christmas movies as you awaited your wife to return. she did so a half hour later, having changed her hoodie as you grinned knowing exactly what that meant.
"load of washing tomorrow then?" you teased, the older girl mocking you under her breath and flopping down on top of you, her body laid out between your legs as her head rested on your chest.
"oh you know me so well." mary sighed happily as you selected the holiday which was forever her favourite christmas movie. “no quoting it word for word or you can sleep on the sofa.” you teased, carding your hands through her hair with a smile, mary grabbing a blanket off the back of the sofa and draping it over the two of you.
"our first christmas as mothers." the keeper beamed, moving so her chin was resting on your sternum and she smiled softly up at you. "the first of many baby, i love you mrs earps." you smiled softly.
"i love you more mrs earps."
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katz-chow · 2 years ago
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nsfw headcanons with the 141 + graves
warnings: nsfw 18+, gn!reader (amab & afab versions), past sexual trauma in ghost's part, bondage, edging, denial, teasing, dom & sub dynamics,
a/n: i really thought about this mostly because i don't like it when the fandom has like these takes that are i guess...expected from these men when they're literal soldiers...some are just takes that i deem unrealistic so here i'm trying to humanize them. hope y'all enjoy!
john price
6 in hard, cut, trimmed but is not really maintained as well as his beard, around med thick, a bit darker than his skin tone, curves up pretty straight i feel he's the type to like it really slow and gentle with you. like he takes his time, cigar in his mouth, and just his hand on you constantly. he loves to just relax after an action packed day, so having this as his peace of mind is something he'll really appreciate. he has the oldest, cheesiest playlist that he'll sometimes puts on whenever there'll be a day where he has a whole date planned. like this mf really thinks "rock your body" by justin timberlake something he can get down too. you make fun of him but he feels so good so it's ok. surprisingly has really good stamina for a 37 y/o dude. is very vanilla but he loves body worshipping. loves you like a divine being and to him you really are. he'll rather take you on the kitchen counter whenever you two are too impatient, maybe even on the bathroom vanity when you looks so cute after brushing your teeth that he just can't help it before he goes to work. would rather be on top of you, not really a dom & sub dynamic, just him taking over to make sure you're taken care of. a real good ol' fashion lover boy. after a long day at work and he just wants to relax, he'll just either ask you to blow him while he manspreads on the couch or he'll make you ride him on your bed. this man talks you through, never degrades you unless you ask for it. he'll prefers to baby you like the pillow princess you are...but he also expects the same when he's lazy he also loves it when you tug his hair when he goes down on you, grinding against his face or whatever. won't whine or whimper, but will pant like a dog in heat (he is) tits/chest kind of guy, loves to have his hands on your chest and squeeze them, so squishy! aftercare with him is like heaven because as soon as you two are finished, he immediately cleans you up and draws a bath for you both, or just you, to enjoy. good ol' fashion lover boy
simon "ghost" riley
6.5 in, uncut, doesn't really shave or trim, pink, warm undertones, i'd say pretty girthy, curves left so, so gentle with you. just like really soft with you, always making sure you're okay and that you're comfy the type to lay you down and just slowly press in, making sure your face is full of pleasure and not pain. because of his past experience, getting him to have sex in the first place took a long time, actually it was like year. so now that he's comfortable with you, he makes sure, for sure, that you're comfortable with him. consent is sexy. likes positions where he can sees your face, just to check up (and because he thinks you looks so angelic when you o) i feel like he wouldn't listen to any music while going at it, he doesn't want to be distracted from you. you love seeing his face too so its okay. incredibly hesitant and will not push your boundaries, also hard for him if you do end up doing something you haven't really talked about, even if it was accidental. his fav positions are anything that allows him to see your face and is easy for you to speak, that means no doggy, no pressing your face into the pillows etc etc. is not into bondage or tying you up, hates the fact that it feels like he's interrogating you and he hates the feeling of himself being tied up. always make sure you know what the safe word is, even if he's never going to push your boundaries or even go near it. once he finds a safe zone, he stays there unless you ask and he considers it (the safe word is pineapple) very vanilla and i feel like he wouldn't sub until there is a detailed talk beforehand and really, really trusts you. even then he still makes sure that you're in his view and you both know the safe word. once he does subs and lets you take full control, he's pretty vocal with you, talking to you, groaning and moaning, but he's still pretty quiet actually first time you introduced aftercare to him, he cried. he didn't know how loved he could feel while in the topic of sex, thought it was all hot and rough and not this soft. his favorite thing to do with you is to just wipe you both clean with a baby wipe from a packet you two keep in the nightstand. then he'll put on some clothes for you and him and just cuddle and kiss. he likes when you get him food afterwards when he subs someone please hug this man
kyle "gaz" garrick
7 in, cut, def trimmed, sometimes he'll even shave, darker than his skin tone, med thickness, doesn't curve but kinda rises straight up and hits his stomach, very cute he's 10000% down to do it any time whenever you two are at home. such a good balance between degradation and praise, only if you're okay with it. have you heard this man? he's a giggler, he'll giggle and tickle you and make funny jokes. one time, one of you farted (you two are still denying who it was to this day) and he couldn't stop laughing and mimicking the little toot sound i have a big feeling that he's into choking, but only you choking him. otherwise, he likes having his hand on your throat but not actually squeezing, just to keep you in place and for you to claw at speaking of your claws, he likes when you push him away and scratch at his forearms whenever he's overstimulating you. he just thinks it's so cute. definitely has a few playlists he shuffles through depending on the mood, one for a serious, hot and dirty mood and another for when you two are just chilling and being silly goofy, no kinky stuff. also into handcuffs, especially the fluffy ones. he thinks they just feel so soft and nice, a perfect balance between vanilla and kinky stuff. also because he feels like hes being pampered when he wears them attached to the headboard. lets out such cute and pretty moans no matter if he's domming or subbing. when he is subbing though, he lets out these really nice, low whines and pouts followed by a little giggle if it was silly your safeword is definitely something really funny and an inside joke that instantly ruins the mood (it's toots) he will actually ruin you if he's upset; def the type to have angry sex with you if two end up being really upset with each other. frustration sex? yes definitely. loves when you fuck him really rough, deny him, edge him, make him blabbering. he'll thank you afterwards too. if he's domming, he'll make sure you shower first and foremost, then orders take out and watch some stupid romcom. he loves romcoms (10 things i hate about you, will sing along with heath ledger) if he's subbing, depending on the intensity, he'll either just roll over after you wipe him down and immediately sleep as you pet his hair or he'll cling onto you and you two play minecraft together with him between your legs. 10/10 he's very adaptable
johnny "soap" mactavish
5.6 in, uncut, trimmed and maintained constantly, pretty pink but not much different from his skin tone, vvy girthy, leans a bit left but pretty straight this man is so damn funny. listen this mf has fell, cut himself, slipped, had a cramp, and hit his head too many times. he's so fucking clumsy but he's also so curious! but also...why does he want to have sex upside?!?! ughhhh!!! definitely a switch and definitely a power bottom...for a good 5 minutes. yes he will bite you and act like a brat whenever you dom him and mess with him, but as soon as you tie him up and edge him once, he's a goner definitely makes fun of you to see your flushed face, but also makes fun of himself. he uses his cock like a puppet and it has its own personality and voice. you laugh so hard and honestly that's better than hearing your moans. he loves your laugh makes his cock salute you before you two go down, it's so fucking funny. his "little buddy" jumping up when he calls attention and in parade rest. god it makes you laugh every time. his favorite position when he's subbing is cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. he's such an ass man, loves him some ass, will bite you like its actual cake. reverse cowgirl is reserved for when you're feeling mean though, because sometimes you just pull off of him to jerk him off and sit on his stomach. he has a nice view of your ass but can't see what you're about to do to him :( a big tease when he's domming, will have the most randomest patterns ever just to get you to whine and beg for him to go at certain pace. give him a few pouts and glossy tears and he'll do whatever you want, he's a big softie behind all the tease and bratiness. also a fan of doggy if you two are doing it quickly, he loves bending you over a surface and just going ham at it. good position for him to reach and jerk you off at the same time too. immediately cuddles as aftercare and not cleaning up right away, when he's subbing though, you def clean him up while he clings to you because he's so touchy feely but you want him to feel clean too, esp when he leaks so much (so much). when he's domming though, you two would just lay in bed (maybe even go for another round if you feel like it). gives you kisses and asks what you like and didn't like, a full debrief. plays mario kart afterwards with you and you let him win because you're tired. such a silly man
phillip graves
5.6 in, cut, not really trimmed or maintained, a pretty pink almost red tip, med girth, he curves UP like UP this man is a big tease, and super egotistical. he'll make you beg, whine, pout, and grind against him before he will even touch you. he likes cockwarning a lot while he's on a business call or doing paperwork. he's patient. makes you cum first, doesn't matter if he's domming or subbing, he wants you to use him like a toy for your own pleasure until you're satisfied enough that he'll even think about cumming. when he's domming, he loves to call you the nastiest things (if you allow him), absolutely ruins you and coats you with his cum. he's a southern gentlemen though and will make your mind go numb with pleasure, def a pleasure dom now that i'm using my noggin his fav positions are cowgirl, missionary, and doggy. lotus mostly so he can wrap his arms around you. makes you wear his cowboy hat when you ride him. and will use the hat rule in public to get you to suck him off in the car LOLOL i feel like he's big into gags, not really on you, but def on him. wants to be drooling and leaking all over himself while he whines and begs you to touch him, he's cute. likes being manhandled. grabbing his jaw, digging your nails into his back, biting him, even if he's on top, he'll enjoy it. he likes the scratch marks you give him and wears them like a trophy for his shadows to see. very vocal with you and loves to be a pillow princess when he bottoms. likes to be tied up with a vibe on his cock and edged and overstimulated will whimper and whine and moan and pout, like a little puppy. would probably grind up against your leg when he feels extra needy. aftercare with him is kinda shitty whenever he doms ngl. he'll make you something to eat and probably take you shopping afterwards. not a big cuddler but would hold you if you curl up into him. if he was subbing, he would probably take a nap after you pester him to take a shower. he'll just nap and finally wake up when he smells food that you get him for being so good lol saved by the grace of southerner charm
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becca-e-barnes · 10 months ago
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Before I go back to writing requests again, I'm fully obsessed with 'Too Sweet' by Hozier and I just need to talk about it 🤤
Like dbf!Bucky laying you down on your bed, maybe in a little bit of a hurry before your parents get home.
"You're too sweet for me." Even as he's saying it, he's tugging your dress up, kissing up the insides of your bare thighs, letting you enjoy the gentle scratch of a couple of days of beard growth.
You pull your dress off the rest of the way, lying on your bed in only your underwear and it forces him to take a second that he really doesn't have to pause and just admire you.
"Far too sweet for me." He confirms, drinking in the sight of you. All those soft curves and kissable expanses of bare skin weigh on him because with so little time, where is he supposed to start? It's not fair to rush this but it's not like either of you would benefit from getting caught.
The way he looks at you gives you a confidence you've found you really benefit from.
"Maybe I'm not too sweet." You can't stop yourself, letting your hand trail from your breasts to the elastic band of your panties, sliding under the thin material.
Your fingers stray towards your clit, the tip of your middle finger circling the little bundle of nerves, very aware that you've got such a keen audience. Fuck, you're so wet already. You can't help it when he kisses the way he does; like he fucking needs you.
"Maybe I'll do all the naughty things you've ever dreamed of and then some. Maybe I'll be the one to ruin you." You're almost convincing yourself with this and it's thrilling to watch him squirm, his dick twitching in the confines of his jeans.
"I'd like you to." He hadn't given that a whole lot of thought until now. Up until this point, you were the sweet young woman who was entirely too wholesome to get tangled up with him.
That all changes quite quickly. It's hard not to when you remove the hand from your panties, trailing your arousal soaked fingertip along his bottom lip, keen to see how long it would take him to engulf it with his eager mouth. Not long at all, it appears.
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semperamans · 10 months ago
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I just saw the Bikeriders and...I can't stop thinking about Benny with a baby. Him holding them in his strong, muscular arms, letting them play with his curls and sleep on his chest...it's driving me crazy.
sobbin' :(
the fourth of july dawns hot and muggy which, in the city would be fuckin' miserable, but at the lakehouse there's a nice little breeze rufflin' your hair and caraessing your sun-warmed cheeks. it's become a vandal tradition; celebratin' the holiday together, wading through the waves, nappin' on the beach, dodgin' errant fireworks from the overly-giddy boys. there's always a steady stream of chatter in the air, the sound of wet feet plodding down the pier followed by the inevitable thwack of a bare belly on the murky green ripples. the air smells like woodsmoke, like grilled hot dogs and melting tan lotion. it's a family vacation where there are more games of badminton being played than poker n'beers flow, but the guys are much more contained. it's a heart-warming sight to see; these big broad bikers with their tattoos and burly beards smiling so fondly at the little ones who dash about. in the core group, there's only a few youngins: cockroach's son, johnny's girls, and of course, gail and brucie's three year old little lady. she's a hoot to be around. this little chunk, with the critical gaze she inherited from her father, has captured the hearts of you all, but no one more so than benny. uncle benny is always tossin' her into the air and blowin' raspberries in her neck which makes her positively cackle. uncle benny blew up her pool float and slathered sunscreen on her little arms. she sat on your lap during dinner, but wanted uncle benny to spoon her ice cream for dessert. n'now uncle benny is clutchin' her, holding her tight to his chest as he hums the song on the radio and listens intently to the conversation being held by brucie and johnny. it's precious. so cute that your heart is melting and not from the heat :( her smooshy cheek presses into his chest, tired eyes struggling to stay open :( you keep watching, heart twanging as her little hand reaches up, fingers fiddling with the curls at the base of his neck and then she's out. sound asleep. cradled in the protective sinew of benny's arms and he seems to know. his blue eyes flick down, small smile tugging the corner of his mouth as he presses a kiss to the top of her head and continues rockin'.
"he's gonna be a great daddy," gail says, passing the now half-empty bottle of wine to you. he will. you just know it. your sweet benny. he's told you over and over that he can't wait for that day to come because "i love you, an' i'd love to have a little you runnin' 'round." and now you're thinkin' that day should be sooner rather than later.
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magicians-abode · 10 months ago
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Hello! I'd like request a Chilchuck scenario or hcs, whatever works best! (Or both kanfkanfj) Reader is a tall-man and GN.
The reader told him once about how they liked how he looked when he didn't shave, and he just basically doesn't shave for a hot minute because of it. And he actually almost tries to make himself "look better" by taking care to not stain his clothes and brush his hair or something, all because he's crushing on reader. He won't say it out loud unless pressured to, but he desperately wants to make a good impression on them.
Reader ends up asking him why he's taking care of his appearance all of the sudden, and he basically admits he's into them and so on-
(I'm craving fluff so hard, please please please make it as tooth rotting as you can,,,)
Hi anon!! I loved your request so much! I'm sorry this took so long to post, but I hope you like it.
I see you asked for a side of extra fluff, so I made sure to made this as cute as I could right now! 💖💖
(The last part is based off something I can't help but do when my boyfriend has a beard, so shout-out to my boyfriend for the inspiration lol)
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"Love makes you act a bit stupid"
[Chilchuck Tims x gn!reader]
Warnings: none - fluff
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One comment. That's all it took for him to leave his beard grow, even if just a little, after that one time where (y/n) had mentioned they liked how he looked when he had left his beard grow before shaving it all off again. Usually, it took a long while for his beard to show, half-ling's were known for having mostly "baby faces" so Chilchuck didn't really need to shave that often. But that time when they did catch a glimpse of his face with a little bit of hair growth, they couldn't help but compliment him.
It made his heart flutter, to be honest. No one really had commented about his beard before, so the comment really stuck out to him, replaying in his mind sometimes even in the middle of battle (which was very distracting).
He began to take care of his looks more than he usually did before. Always making sure his hair looked nice and tidy in case (y/n) wanted to run their fingers though it, or getting overly upset if he ever stained his clothes in the slightest when he ate.
This change in behavior didn't go unnoticed by the members of the party, much less to (y/n), who looked amused every time he fussed over the slightest stain on his shirt or scarf. They noticed, as the weeks in the dungeon went by, that the area around his chin was getting a bit darker. Maybe it was a bit or dirt. Or was it his beard again?
The days kept passing, and eventually (y/n) found the answer to that question. Chilchuck had been letting his beard grow, and what was even weirder, he didn't seem interested on shaving it this time.
Approaching him from behind as everyone walked, they tugged softly at his scarf, definitely catching his attention as he looked around, and finally up to find their face.— Hey, can I talk to you?— of course you could, anytime was all he wanted to say, but he swallowed it down along with the light feeling of embarrassment he began feeling, and composed himself.
—Of course... but don't tug at my scarf like that again, I'm not a child— he faked indignation, but inside he wanted them to do it as many times as they wanted. Only they were allowed to, but if they kept doing it he'd just be a flustered mess everytime, so it was best to just pretend he hated it. For now.
(y/n) chuckled, letting go of the fabric as they began to walk side by side, falling slightly behind from the rest of the group.— Are you letting your beard grow?— they pointed at his chin, and his eyes widened softly. They really had noticed?
He cleared his throat before speaking— w–well, yeah, I am. Why do you ask?— he answered, shifting his gaze somewhere else.
— Is it because I said you looked good that time you were shaving it off?— (y/n) asked, and he swore he could hear the amusement in their voice.
He placed his arms behind his neck, looking towards them again, getting ready to answer when he was cut off by them once again— And I swear, all of us have noticed you fuss over your appearance more than usual. Are you trying to impress someone?— God was it that obvious? he bit his lip, embarrassment flowing through him, this time his cheeks definitely burning up.
—N–no! What makes you think that? Maybe I just want to look better for myself!— he protested, unable to hide the fact his face was getting redder by the second.
They chuckled— come on, you're not fooling anybody Chil, who's the lucky one?— they wanted to know, but at the same time, they didn't. There were very slim chances it was them, after all. Maybe it was for Marcille? Senshi? God, maybe even Laios for all they knew! They would be heartbroken if it was anyone else but them, but they weren't about to let their feelings get in the way of Chilchuck's happiness.
He stared at them, stopping in their tracks as the group kept getting further and further away.— C–Chil, the rest, we gotta catch up— they were about to start running towards the rest when the half-foot suddenly grabbed their hand, stopping them from doing so.— What are you doing?! We'll fall behind and get lost!— they blurted, looking down at him.
—Well it wouldn't be that different from getting lost in your eyes— he hadn't meant to say that. Why was he flirting all of a sudden?!
He began to panic, stuttering as he tried to come up with an excuse for whatever what he just said was.
—Wow... didn't know you were like that...— (y/n) chuckled, feeling embarrassed already but trying not to let that show.— So, um... who's the lucky one who's got you acting like this?— he deadpanned. Were they serious?
—Are you joking?— he raised an eyebrow, still not letting go of their hand.— I literally just��� ugh... (y/n)— they were doing this on purpose. They had to be.
They fell silent for a moment as he took in a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever outcome was next after this.— You are. You've got me acting all... stupid. Fussing when I stain my clothes, making sure I'm clean and tidy, gods! I even let my beard grow because of what you said!— he confessed, the grip on their hand tightening as he looked up at them, determined to get his feelings across clearly.
Now it was time for (y/n) to blush.— You're joking— that couldn't be right. Chilchuck liked them?— B–but why me? I've got nothing special!— he sighed, letting go of their hand.
— You're... very caring towards me, to be honest— he wanted the earth to swallow him. You'd think that after a wife and three kids, a confession would be easy. But not for him it seemed.— You're beautiful. Gorgeous even goddammit. Every time you compliment me I get all... fuzzy inside, and I feel like I just want to kiss you right then and there. It's not fair you make me this nervous and you don't even know it!— he stomped his foot on the ground, looking down at it.— Perhaps you don't feel the same way but–! —.
(y/n) grabbed his face softly, tilting his head up and making him look up at them— Woah, woah, hold your horses, who said I don't like you?— another silent pause.
So it was reciprocated?
Chilchuck had a dumbfounded look written all over his face. His eyes seemed brighter and the way his blush spread across his pretty face guided their gaze down to his thin, soft lips. (y/n) had to bend down slightly to look at Chilchuck closely, still holding his face in their hands. The gap between their faces closed as they pulled him into a kiss. A sweet and slow moment as Chilchuck raised one arm to place one of his hands over theirs, standing on his tiptoes to reach better for the kiss.
Chilchuck stared into their eyes, unable to look away— so you mean... I'm not– the only one...?— he mumbled. They were so focused on each other they hadn't noticed the party had walked back to look for them once they had noticed they weren't following anymore and were now looking at the scene from a few feet away, as they held their breaths to not interrupt.— Hold on, what the hell do you see in me?!— he couldn't believe it, his heart was leaping around his chest with joy but it was all so sudden and it seemed so surreal too. Maybe this was all a dream...
They sighed, looking to the side— What's there not to like, Chilchuck? You're just so... cool— his ears must've been deceiving him, he thought, buy they continued— You try your best to express your feelings despite the fact it can be hard for you at times, and that shows just how much you care, even if you say otherwise. You're always so funny and witty when you tease too— they couldn't help but chuckle, their eyes finding his once again.
Pulling away after a moment, they both stared at each other, smiling incredulously.— So... what was that about getting lost in my eyes?— (y/n) tried to tease him, but failed, as he just chuckled and pulled them in for another sweet kiss.
—I'll tell you later. I have plenty of opportunities to openly flirt with you now— he couldn't help but tease them back.
The group cheered softly from afar, catching their attention and making them take a step back, creating some distance between them.
Blushing furiously, Chilchuck raised his fist and began protesting— How long have you been standing there?! Don't you know to give people some privacy!?— everyone began apologizing despite finding his reaction somewhat funny and endearing.
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(y/n) reached a hand down to his face and began scratching his beard, giggling. From everyone's perspective, the gesture looked just like a puppy getting scratched by their owner.— L–love! Don't do that in front of everyone!— Chilchuck didn't know whether to protest and yell at the rest of the party, or protest against them scratching his beard like a dog's. It felt nice but why did you have to do it in front of everyone, and even worse now?!
He ended just pouting and enjoying the attention as he stood there, an embarrassed mess as he crossed his arms and the rest of the party decided to settle down by a corner and call it a day.
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