#and tbh my heart was skipping beats while coming up with this

[formulakracing]

"my hero" - m.v.

pairing: social worker!reader x max verstappen

word count: idek tbh (i’m posting this on my lunch break hehe)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, max in bf mode, long distance couple, cursing here and there, mentions of mental health, mentions of mental health disorders, mentions of physical health, yada, yada, yada

a/n: i know i said i was working on requests but this idea would not leave my brain all day. i couldn't stop thinking about it so i had to write it. (it's def a little self-indulgent) i hope y'all enjoy!

"ah! there you are. i can see you now!""

a giggle bubbles up in your throat, your lips forming a wide smile, "hi baby, how are you?"

he shrugs, the image distorted for about a millisecond. he comes into frame once again, slightly pixelated. however, you can make out the sleepy grin plastered across his face, and the twinkle in his eye as he looks into the camera.

max verstappen, three time world driver’s champion, is on facetime with you, donned in nothing but a black cotton tee and his boxers. you can tell from the background that he’s in his motorhome, settled in his room.

his hair is a disheveled mess, sticking up haphazardly. he more than likely just got out of the shower, as the fabric of the tee clung to his toned frame. underneath his eyes were two faint circles, the skin slightly puffy.

yet, here he was, calling you at god knew what hour just to hear the sound of your voice.

"tired. very fucking tired."

"i can imagine so," you nod, typing along at your laptop, "what time is it there?"

he hums, leaning over his phone, "it's about eleven thirty?"

"max!" your eyes widen, "you need to get some sleep. it's qualifying tomorrow!"

"and?" he counters, arching a brow, "i wanted to hear how your day went. from your messages, it seemed like it was quite eventful."

"i'm just wrapping up my notes now," you exhale, your shoulders slumping slightly, "it was a long day."

"i can imagine my baby," he coos, settling underneath the covers, "tell me all about it."

"i can assure you being a case worker is not nearly as riveting as a formula one driver," you snort, shaking your head, "you go first."

"nope," he was not budging, his attention still fixated solely on you, "tell me about your day, and then i'll share about mine. it's only fair."

"well," you wrinkle your nose, glancing over the open document on your laptop screen, "my day started with one of my clients experiencing a small crisis. she was without food so she called me, asking if i could take her to the nearest pantry. while i was with her, another client of mine called asking if i could transport him to his appointment.

i probably could have, but he reached out to me only fifteen minutes before his appointment time. i received my new staffing form today. i have a couple of clients who are in need of housing so i had to make some calls to some local agencies."

"and how did that go?" you can't help but feel heat flourishing into your cheeks at the intrigue laced in his tone, "were you able to make some progress?"

"not really," you inhale sharply, "housing is really difficult to find right now. it's sort of like when your tires are giving out, but you need them to last a few more laps. you have to remain hopeful so that you can keep pushing."

“i like that analogy,” he fights a yawn, but continues regardless, “that’s a good one. i’m going to use that.”

“as long as you credit me,” you muse, clicking your mousepad as you finalize your note, “how was practice today?”

“so-so,” he chirps, “i missed you a lot today. thought about you nearly every second of the practice session. you’re flying out next week, right?”

you nod, shutting your laptop, “yes. i’ll be leaving wednesday evening and catching a late flight. hopefully when i land, there will be this insanely handsome dutch man waiting for me.”

“is that right?” max’s dimples appear, causing your heart to skip a beat, “i’m hoping that my good luck charm arrives safe and sound. i can’t wait to see her.”

“counting down the minutes are we?”

“you have no idea,” carefully, he plucks his phone from his makeshift stand, bringing you closer into the bed with him, “will you stay on till i fall asleep?”

at his request, there’s a tug at your heart. fuck, if only you were with him. then he would have been able to lay on you until he dozed off. his head would have been snuggled into uour collabone, your hands tangled in his hair, playing with it as his chest steadily rose and fell.

if only you were there. if only you were an influencer or a model. if only you could take work with you, dropping everything to fly all over the world. if only you weren’t separated by time zones, where you had to carefully coordinate facetime calls.

if only you weren’t long distance, then maybe you wouldn’t feel like this.

if only.

“hey,” max’s voice is merely a whisper, “are you okay?”

your lower lip trembles, tears welling up, threatening to spill over. there’s a choking sound, as you attempt to suppress a sob.

yet, it was too late. they were streaming down your cheeks now, your hands instinctively shielding your face.

“baby,” max murmurs, “what’s going on?”

“this shit sucks,” you shake your head, the words strained, “i hate that i’m not with you right now. i hate that we’re long distance. i hate that i have to stay here and—“

“but your clients need you,” his tone is delicate, “you’re the one person they can count on when everything else is going to shit. they need you like i need you. i can tell you had a long day baby, but i’m here. i’m here for you, no matter what.”

“i-i love you,” you manage to sputter out, wiping your cheeks, “i love you, max.”

“and i love you more than you’ll ever know,” in the frame, a pillow is held against his chest, “i’m even cuddling this pillow right now pretending that it’s you.”

“i can’t believe you fell in love with some plain girl from the states,” you sigh, resting your head against the couch cushion, “out of everyone in the world, you happened to fall in love with me.”

“you’re not just any girl from the states,” for a moment, you’re shocked at the firmness in his tone, “you’re my girl. it takes someone special to do what you do. you’re my hero baby. i aspire to be as strong as you.”

“i love you,” the corners of your lips curl into a quaint smile, “am i really your hero?”

“of course,” it doesn’t even take him a second to respond, “like i said, you’re the strongest person i know. you inspire me.”

“i can’t wait to see you,” you murmur, taking note of the way his eyes were drooping, “i’ll stay on till you sleep, my love. it seems like you need it.”

“hey,” one eye opens, barely a slit, “i know this shit sucks right now, but we’ll make it. okay? one day you’ll get to come home to me and tell me all about your day rather than calling. it’ll be worth it. i promise.”

“i hope so. i love you, maxie. sleep well, my love. i’ll be there before you know it.”

“try to have a good evening,” you could barely make out the statement, as he was beginning to doze off, “just end the call when i’m asleep. i’ll message you in the morning.”

“i’ll be here,” opening your laptop, you prop it against the screen, “goodnight, maxie.”

“night, night, baby.”

as sleep takes a hold of the dutch driver, you remain on the call, opening youtube. cautiously, you click on one of your favorite videos. it’s a montage of all of max’s wins, starting from the 2016 spanish grand prix.

the video begins to play, the volume carefully adjusted so that it doesn’t wake him.

as your gaze shifts to your phone once again, you can’t help but hear his words ringing in your ears.

one day this would all be worth it.

and one day, max verstappen would be able to be with his hero.

every single day for the rest of his life.

[stuckinmymind22]

they say “i love you” first

ig this is a sequel to this post but a shorter version

gn!reader ft: zoro, sanji, robin, nami, ace, and shanks

zoro

just blurts it out, eyes go wide and then he acts like nothing happened lol, you poke and prod and eventually he says it with his chest but you know you probably won’t be able to get it out of him again for a while

sanji

when he literally just met you

robin

she has thought long and hard about telling you this, there is probably a bit of a speech with some point on how she understands if you don't love her back, she is convinced that she isn't worthy of it - you have to kiss her to shut her up

nami

you aren’t sure if she’s talking to you tbh, she was admiring her treasure so you just assumed that’s what she was talking about. when you turn to look at her, her gaze is already on you, like you’re some type of treasure

ace

i stand by what i said, you say it at the same time and it is adorable and now he won't stop coming up to you and saying it

shanks

he’s drunk as shit can barely tell what he said his words are so slurred, but that doesn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat when you hear the words “i love you” falling from his lips

idk how i feel about this one but it's taking up space in my drafts so off into the world it goes

[beautysamour]

sub miguel begging to cum after edging him? or any kind of sub miguel tbh.. please please PLEASE i need it for my health 😭🙏

edging miguel o’hara and having him beg ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨

— a/n: i got a little carried away…

warnings ﾟ𐦍༘⋆: vulgar language, miguel has the time of his life, quite literally fucking him stupid, miguel likes when you make him feel stupid while he’s needy

“Please, amor, just put them back in…” Miguel lifts his hips up trying to entice you to put your skillful fingers back in his ass.

His hole clenches and unclenches as he bucks his hips and tugs against the handcuffs restraining him from reaching out to you. You raise a brow, his attempt is futile.

“Amor,” he pleads, “I was so close—“

You made an obnoxious sound as you stretch your arms, Miguel’ heartbeat drums loudly in his ears. You remain in front of him, back straight and eyes on his dick, “Having you cum would defeat the entire purpose, right hermoso?”

A throaty groan leaves his throat at the nickname. He hides his face in the bicep of his left arm and pathetically bucks his hips trying to give you an easy way to his ass.

You snicker, it was always so satisfying to watch Miguel break in the palm of your hands. People looked up to him, figuratively and literally. Some admired, and some feared. Most were just intimidated, but never you, no.

How could you when all it took to have him withering underneath you was a finger?

His entire body jerks as you circle the head of his cock, “Miguel,” you purr. He bites down on his lip, drawing blood, at the way your voice circled through his head like a sirens song—tempting and dangerous.

He gasps at the taste of his own blood.

“Wanna see you Miguel.” You draw small hearts on his tip as your other hands rubs his hole, “You’re so pretty baby, don’t hide yourself.” You press a kiss on the insides of his thighs and a feeling a pride surges through you when you hear another part of him crumble underneath your hands.

The tip of your finger easily makes it way inside of his hole, a heart wrenching moan is heard by the man who owns it.

Your panty gets stickier with each moan, and whine, and whimper your man makes.

He bucks his hips when you don’t go further than just the tip of your finger. He’s dizzy, so, so, dizzy. He’s not sure how long it’s been, he lost track after the fourth time you took your, to his demise, talented fingers out of his ass and off his dick. He wants to cry but he won’t—it’s the last thing keeping his dignity somewhat intact even though you’ve destroyed most of it.

It was the one thing he would not give you the satisfaction of having. He tries to keep that thought clear in his mind but it’s hard when you circle your tongue around his pretty, red tip.

“Y/N—“

He bucks his hips towards you as you shove your entire finger along with a second one into his ass. He loses the ability to breathe as your fingers find his prostate immediately, “Is it good?”

You smirk as the back of his head flops onto the pillows, his face exposed for you to watch.

Yes. Yes it was, it’s always good because it’s coming from you. But he couldn’t say it—your voice swirls through his head and it renders him helpless. All thoughts in his head are about you—all he sees is you, feels is you, and hears is you.

All he can say is your name, and he moans it out for you to hear.

Your heart skips a beat and it’s tempo matches the pulsing of your pussy. “That’s good to know, hermoso.”

If all his thoughts corrupting into you and his lack of breathing made him feel helpless—it was nothing compared to now.

You carefully watch his expression as he pretty cock stands up straight, the tip so beautifully red, and his hips sporadically bucking up as you abuse his prostate.

You rub, and poke, and thrust your fingers in and out of his ass—your eyes darken with lust as you watch his face, you shove your hand down your panty and start to finger yourself— fuck, Miguel knew what to do.

Miguel arches his back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you play with his prostate. He felt stupid, he had no thoughts in his mind but you—only you and all that was coming out of his mouth was your name as his ass chased your fingers every time you nearly pulled them out.

Mierda, you were so good. So good, it feels so good, so good, so good, so good, so good. His eyes crossed as you quickened your pace and dragged him closer to the edge, his ab muscles start to contract and—fuck, just a little more, just a little—

You started to laugh. Laughed at the way his mouth hung open, at the way his eyes crossed and rolled to the back, and at the way tears welled in his eyes.

This was so fun.

And gods did he sound beautiful as he begun to wept.

Miguel couldn’t remember what he was supposed to be thinking about. Everything before this moment was gone from his mind—his own name foreign to him. It hurt, his body was burning and his dick was so painfully yearning for your touch that he might never be graced with, and he wanted to cry.

He felt a part of his soul shatter as his tears wet the pillow beneath him.

He chokes on his sobs. He tries to reach out to you as you start to pull your fingers out of his ass, but his handcuffs restrain him and more tears escape him, “No puedo más, no puedo más, no puedo más,” he cries, voice coarse.

He nearly full on sobs when all you do is hum. He looked wrecked, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and eyes unfocused as he deals with the damage of not being able to cum again.

He pants and rolls his hips as you hum a sweet tune to him, caressing him everywhere except the place he wanted you to touch.

“Yeah?”

He sobs, “M—mhm.”

His hips buck up when you wrap your hand around the base of his dick, you push his hips down with your other hand to stop him from being greedy but it doesn’t stop the twitching of his body.

He chokes on his saliva when you take his tip into your mouth, and suck. You run your tongue all over his tip, going back and forth between kitten licks and circling around it.

Every few seconds, you’d drag your teeth around his sensitive tip as your hands went to his balls—Miguel felt like he was going to pass out.

You take your hands and mouth off his dick in one sudden movement, he whimpers and sobs as you deny him of heaven once more.

He got to the edge a lot quicker than you thought he would’ve, and if you were a second too late, he would’ve came.

That sensitive, huh.

You thrust to fingers into his mouth as he opened them to complain, “Miguel,” you purr and he looks at you like a wounded puppy as he softly sucked your fingers. “Do you want to cum?”

You pretend to ignore that fact that you put him in the situation, that he desperately wanted to because of how much you played with him.

He nods, moaning your name softly around your fingers as proof.

You smile, enjoying how sweet he was being. It almost made you want to let him cum right at this moment, but he wasn’t desperate enough. You’ve successfully broken his pride, you’ve made him cry and give up all the power he could’ve had over you, but he hadn’t realized something you wanted him to know and accept.

Something that would really prove he is yours.

You move away from his body, enjoying the way his head follows you like a lost puppy, and sit down on the pillow next to his head. You spread your legs pulling your panty to one side, quietly gasping as the fresh air hits your warm, wet pussy.

You tap your pussy, “Come here.”

Miguel looks up at his handcuffed hands then back to you, his eyes stupidly asking you how he’ll be able to move. You raise a brow making him feel more stupid.

You take note of the way his dick twitches and his mouth slightly opens

He tries to use his pussy filled brain to figure out how to get up, he rolls to his side and tumbles onto his front. His eyes roll to the back of his head as the smell of your pussy reach his nose.

He lifts his ass in the air, allowing him to push himself onto his knees and he crawls. He crawls until he’s in front of you and drops himself right in front of your pussy—you grab onto his hair as his warm breath hits your pussy rendering the cold air useless.

“Good boy,” you whisper. You whimper as his mouth fully wraps around your clit—“Fuck, Miguel!”

You laugh as you moan with how good he was moving his tongue, “You’re doing so good,” you praise as you start petting his hair. Miguel chokes against your pussy but doesn’t pull away.

Your head hits the headboard as nudges his nose into your pussy. You tug on Miguel’ hair—pulling him closer—as you groan in unison with him, the vibrations making your mouth drop open.

“Ye—yeah, right there Miguel, right there—!”

He grinds the sheets hoping that he’ll be able to catch up with you— “Amor,” he mumbles into your pussy, “Can—can I—?”

“Yes,” you moan, “Yeah, you can. Good boy, my good—good boy.”

Miguel stops moving his tongue and opens his mouth a little more when you squeeze your thighs around his head, he wanted to swallow every last drip of your cum. You tug his hair and he closes his eyes as you reach your peak.

You let out a string of curses as your vision goes white, Miguel may have no coherent thoughts right now, but he definitely remembered how to fuck you.

You shakily grind against him as you finish cumming in his mouth. His tongue is stagnant and you ride it through your orgasm. The moment is almost perfect until you realize Miguel is crying against your pussy.

You immediately snap out of your pleasured daze, genuine worry taking over your lust. You tug on his hair, lifting his face away from your pussy, and you try to ignore that feeling in your stomach when you see his beautiful, fucked out face with tears running down the sides of it.

However your worry diminishes when you look past his face and see how he’s still grinding against your shared bed.

Oh.

“Miguel,” you say softly, filled with love and care, “How do you feel?”

He looks up at you,“Can’t,” he mumbles.

You tilt your head to the side, “Come here.” You reach down to his upper body area and wrap your arms around his chest like a hug. You lightly pull him towards you and he crawls his way into your lap burying his face into the side of your neck, you reach for the keys for his handcuffs and unlock them. His hands and arms immediately go around your torso as he nuzzles his head against your neck.

“What do you mean “can’t” hermoso?”

He bucks his hips showing you the obvious problem, “Can’t cum.”

Oh.

You feigned ignorance, “What do you mean?”

He cries against your neck, he was too frustrated, too on edge.

He couldn’t cum. Not without you.

“I—I can’t cum. No—not without feeling you.”

There it is. The realization.

Your silence prompted him to continue, “It’s not the same, no—nothing feels as good as you—nothing can compare. Not ever since I met you, amor. Nothing is—!”

Miguel moans against your neck as he came in your hand. He twitches, and bucks his hips as his cock pumps out loads and loads of cum over your hand and lap. You look down, not that surprised at what happened.

All it took for him to cum was a simple pump from your hand. But you couldn’t care less about the mess.

What mattered was that he was really yours.

[scarletwinterxx]

in the quiet of us - choi seungcheol imagine

tbh this fic came about while listening to milk teeth and did you like her in the morning by niki 🥺 dare i say i'm getting better with the angst haha ofc it's gonna end in a cute way

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You and Seungcheol have been dating for nearly a year, and on the surface, the two of you seem to be an ideal couple—you’re the shy, introspective type, while he’s outgoing, expressive, and always the center of attention. 

Your love for Seungcheol is quiet. It’s gentle, steady, and sometimes, you feel like it’s almost too quiet to be enough for someone like him. You have always loved him in a subtle, understated way, hoping that your affection is enough without needing to shout about it. Seungcheol, on the other hand, is the type who wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s affectionate, always complimenting you and showing his love in grand, showy gestures. 

He never shies away from declaring his feelings to the world.

You will never tell him your reasons for holding back when the truth is you love him with every piece of yourself. You’re terrified that your calm, reserved nature won’t compare to the passion and intensity of his past relationships. You about his ex-girlfriend, the one he once spoke of like she was his soul mate. Cheol has always been open about his past, and while he never directly compares you to her, you can’t help but feel like there are times you’re falling short of the vibrant, adventurous, free-spirited image of the girl who’s still a part of his memories. 

You and Seungcheol are sitting together on the couch, having just returned from a weekend getaway. You’re quiet, lost in thought.

"That trip was amazing, huh? I love how we just got to be spontaneous and go wherever we felt like." Cheol says while looking through the photos of your quick weekend getaway with some of his friends, you watch the big smile on his face 

"Yeah... it was nice." softly you say, Cheol being the mind reader he is, immediately looks at you when he hears your voice

Leaning closer to you he asks, "You don’t sound convinced. What’s on your mind?"

“I’ve been thinking a lot about... us, actually."

Cheol felt his heart skip a beat, and not in a good way. There’s so many breakup scenes that start off with those same words

"Us? What about us?" he asks

"I know you’ve had past relationships. I know you loved… you loved her. And I... I don’t know, Seungcheol. I can’t help but feel like... maybe my way of loving you isn’t enough."

Your sudden confession makes him sit straight up, wondering where all of this is coming from, "What do you mean? Of course, it’s enough. You love me in your own way—"

"But it’s so quiet. I’m not like the others. I’m not as... exciting or loud or memorable. I don’t do the big, dramatic gestures like they did. I’m just... me." you cut him off

You see hurt flash across his eyes, wishing you never said anything. You should’ve just said nothing. To avoid his stare, you look down at your hands that were resting on your lap 

"You’re not being fair to yourself. You’re everything I want, just the way you are." he whispers, feeling more sad and disappointed that you think that way about yourself when you’re quite literally everything to him.

Softly, almost to yourself you say "I’m just scared that you’re going to wake up one day and realize that I’m nothing like the girls you’ve loved before. That you’ll want... someone more. Someone who loves you in a bigger, louder way."

He looks at you, a thousand things running through his mind.

"Look at me." he tells you but you don’t move from where you’re sitting

"I just... I don’t know if I can keep pretending that everything’s fine when I feel so... small in your love." 

Gently turning your chin to face him, he smiles at you

"You don’t have to pretend with me. Not ever."

"But what if I’m not what you need? What if you want someone who—"

Cutting you off gently, he speaks again "I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I love you, the way you love me, and it’s more than enough. You don’t need to be like anyone else, because there’s no one like you. You love me in a way that’s so quiet, so steady—it’s the kind of love I’ve always needed, even if I didn’t realize it until now."

You can’t stop the tears falling down on your cheeks, Cheol does that for you. He wipes them away one by one, with each one he says a vow in his mind to never let anything or anyone even himself make you cry in this lifetime. 

"But... I don’t know how to love any other way. I’m not like you. I can’t... do all the big things you do for me." you whimper

"You don’t need to. I don’t need grand gestures. I don’t need loud. I need you, exactly as you are." he shakes his head, holding your face between his hands

He waits for you to say anything else but you don’t. You just embrace him, letting yourself fall apart infront of the only man who knows how to fix it all. And he lets you be. He lets you cry in his arms until you fall asleep, he lets you let go of what you’re feeling. Whispering words of assurance and affirmation, letting you know you’re not alone. 

You’ll never feel alone as long as you have him. 

The next morning, after a long conversation, you and Seungcheol are sitting in the kitchen together. He already made breakfast for the two of you. 

You look at him, still feeling a bit unsure but more at ease.

“So... you’re okay with the way I love you? Even if it’s not loud?" you’re the first one to speak

Softly smiling, he takes your hand "Your love is exactly what I’ve always needed. You love me with a softness, a patience, and I’m so grateful for it. I love how you take the time to listen to me, to show you care in the quietest ways. You don’t have to change who you are for me. I want you."

This makes you smile, little by little your worries disappear. You know it’s going to take some time before you feel okay, it’s a war between you and mind and yet here’s Cheol ready to fight that battle with you.

"I’ve always loved you like that. I just didn’t think it would ever be enough." you whisper

He walks over to your side, leaning in and kissing your forehead) "It’s more than enough. You’re more than enough. Always have been." he tells you

Later that day, Seungcheol left to get some errands done. When he comes back, he surprises you with a small gesture—no grand gesture, just a simple note with a favorite flower from the garden.

"Seungcheol, this is... really sweet." you smile up at him

Leaning against the doorframe, looking at you with affection "I know it’s not a big, loud thing, but I hope it says what I’ve been trying to tell you: I love you exactly as you are. In your quiet, beautiful way."

"I love you, too. In my own way." chucking softly, you shoot him a smile. Walking towards where he was, you throw your arms around him. His arms immediately wraps around you, 

"And I’ll never want anything else."

[daniiiboo]

day 2 - the gift you didn't expect - lh43

summary - Luke has been hinting about a mysterious gift he's been working on for months. You try to figure it out, but the surprise is something you never could have imagined.

trigger warnings - nothin !

dani's thoughts - kinda starts off the same as day 1's fic, but it changes ! kinda the same with the ending :p I dunno how I did this tbh !

word count- 880

find the rest of my 12 days of chrismas here !

Christmas Eve had always been your favorite time of year. The snowflakes gently falling outside, the warm glow of lights on the Christmas tree, and the smell of pine mixed with cinnamon, everything about the holiday season filled you with warmth. But this year felt a little different. Luke Hughes, your boyfriend, had been away with his hockey team for the past few weeks, and while you were excited for him, you couldn’t help but miss him.

You had spent the evening preparing your apartment, decorating the tree, baking cookies, and wrapping presents for friends and family. Still, something was missing. The one thing that always made Christmas feel complete: Luke.

As the hours dragged on, you tried to stay occupied. You were just about to curl up on the couch with a book when your phone buzzed.

Luke: “hey, I'm coming up, will you let me in?"

Your heart skipped a beat. After weeks of silence and short texts, Luke was finally coming home. You quickly rushed to get ready, adjusting the Christmas lights and making sure the apartment looked perfect.

A knock at the door startled you, and without thinking twice, you rushed to open it.

Standing there, in the glow of the Christmas lights, was Luke. His familiar smile spread across his face, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” he said softly, stepping inside.

“Merry Christmas!” You couldn’t contain your joy as you threw your arms around him, feeling his warmth seep into your cold skin. "I missed you so much."

Luke chuckled, holding you tightly.

“I missed you too. But I’ve got something for you.” He pulled away slightly, his grin never fading as he reached into his bag and pulled out a small, wrapped box.

"Wait! Come inside, it's cold out there" you explained, pulling Luke inside, letting him take his coat and hat off, and leave his bag by the door.

"Okay now let me see it" you say, holding out your hands as the two of you sit on the couch.

You raised an eyebrow.

“What’s this?”

“You’ll see,” he said with a playful glint in his eyes.

With trembling hands, you unwrapped the gift, slowly peeling away the paper. Inside, nestled in a small velvet box, was a beautifully crafted pendant. It was a delicate silver locket, its surface etched with a small snowflake and the word "forever" engraved on the back.

But that wasn’t what made your heart race.

When you opened the locket, inside were two pictures. One was of you and Luke, smiling on a beach during a trip you’d taken together. The other was of Luke, dressed in his hockey gear.

You stared at the locket, speechless, your fingers gently caressing the pictures.

“Luke… I don’t understand,” you whispered. “It’s beautiful, but…”

Luke smiled, his expression softening as he took your hands in his.

“I know it’s not much, but… this is something I’ve been working on for months. I wanted to give you something that meant something to both of us.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Luke took a deep breath, clearly nervous.

“I’ve been collecting photos, memories, little things we’ve done together over the past year. Every time I was on the road, I’d think of you and how much you meant to me. I wanted to make something that would remind you of me every day, even when we’re apart. So, I made this locket. It’s more than just a piece of jewelry, it’s a symbol of us, our memories, and the moments I want to keep with me forever.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him, overwhelmed by the thought and effort he had put into this gift.

“Luke… you really went all out. You’ve been working on this for months?”

He nodded, his voice steady but full of emotion.

“I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. I know I’ve been away a lot, but you’re always in my heart. I’m not perfect, but I want to be there for you, always.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as your tears fell freely. Luke gently held you, his hand running through your hair.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “You’re my everything. This Christmas, I just wanted to show you that, no matter where I am, you’re always with me. I’ll carry you in my heart wherever I go, and I hope this locket reminds you of that.”

You pulled back slightly, wiping away your tears as you smiled at him, your heart swelling with love.

“This is the best Christmas gift anyone could ever give me, Luke. Thank you for making it so special.”

Luke grinned and kissed your forehead softly. “Anything for you. I’m just glad we’re together now.”

With that, he gently closed the locket and placed it around your neck. It rested perfectly against your chest, right over your heart. You reached up to touch it, feeling the warmth of his love and the care he had put into this beautiful gift.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, warmth, and shared moments as you both enjoyed your Christmas together. As you cuddled on the couch, sipping hot cocoa and watching Christmas movies, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. Luke’s gift, a symbol of his love, would stay close to your heart forever.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, you realized that this Christmas was perfect—not because of the gifts, but because you were with the person who meant everything to you.

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Can you write Vox x reader where like the reader just says like really unhinged things and just like vile things whenever they rage and stuff like the internet could be slow or smth and the reader is just like “IM GOING TO RIP OFF MY SKIN” idk man I’m kinda just self projecting rn like you can right anything with it tbh idk sorry for rambling anyway you don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna

THIS IS SO MEEEEE I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!! sorry it took me a hot minute to reply to this i have over 70 hazbin hotel requests in my inbox 😭

🥀Cw: fluff, crack, silly vox

when he first met you, vox was charmed by your seemingly sweet nature- that is, until you were pissed

your unholy screech of how you were going to rip off your skin if he cut the wifi again was both endearing and confusing in his eyes

vox would just short circuit for a second, just blinking at you while he tries to process what you just said

once it clicks, he just starts giggling. vox very rarely genuinely laughs, most of his laughs are professional or part of the persona he adopts as the leader of vox enterprises, but when he's so shocked by what you just said, he can't control the booming laughter thay fills the room

he's wheezing and gasping, each barking laugh only pissing you off more

"what's so funny? if you keep laughing i am going to fucking break ur fingers like carrot sticks!" you snap, and vox only giggles harder

after a few seconds, you can't help but notice how adorable his laughter is, and soon you don't mind it as much

once you two are officially together, you notice how stressed vox often is, yet how he seems to visibly relax around you

the batshit crazy things you say, which normally disgusts other people, only seem to amuse him

its actually a wonderful dynamic because you bring some spontaneity and slight insanity into vox's otherwise irritating and depressing lifestyle, and vox balances out the crazy things you say and calms you down every time

you often find yourself searching for new phrases to baffle him with, and for new ways to make him laugh

after vox has a stressful day, he enjoys just listening to you ramble about the most insane things and adores hearing whatever fucked up saying you've adopted recently

vox notices himself beginning to copy your speech patterns. he only begins to realize when he slips in an exceptionally odd metaphor into a work meeting and everyone stares at him, yet his heart skips a beat at the thought

there's something so charming to him about the fact that he's adopting your mannerisms, and you truly make him laugh when no one else can

whenever another one of the vees pisses him off, he always comes to you for advice on incredibly deranged comebacks, and you never disappoint!

he's won multiple arguments by just repeating one of your fucked up sayings and the other vees being too lowkey shocked to disagree

vox LOVES IT when you diss people he hates, hearing you ramble some fucked up insults about alastor made him fall in love with you all over again

"that worm on a string fucked up karen cut bob looking ass- if i see him around here again im going to eat a fucking brick" *cue vox looking at you with the biggest heart eyes*

overall, you are both menaces, but you're menaces in love ♥️

vox lay with his head in your lap, the blue light of his screen illuminating the dim room as you rambled mindlessly about your day.

"and THEN, this fucking asshole tried to flirt with me! ME!! as if he doesn't know were dating! ugh, it makes me feel like i have an entire beehive living beneath my skin. i swear if he even looks at me again im going to lick wet cement i can NOT deal. how can you even work with him? he's such a fucking CREEP voxy, i'm going to cut off those ugly ass wings and shove them so far down his throat- hey, are you even listening?"

you look down to see vox half asleep, his eyelids drooping as his light dimmed. "keep talking.." he murmurs, looking up at you with a lazy smile on his face. "you're my favorite person t' listen to.."

i love the idea of vox with a partner who challenges his very idea of power. he clearly wraps himself in a sort of persona, surrounding himself with powerful people and acting like he's so serious and important. i love the idea of him falling in love with someone who can break down his walls in seconds, someone who can dismantle his entire bravado act and who allows him to truly be himself. this is such a wonderful prompt and i am eating this up. nonnie ur awesome!!!!

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     “Come on, I’ll help you,” Jeongin smiled as he scooted closer to Y/n on the couch. Y/n told everything to him. So it was natural she came to him about how she had a date coming up and felt nervous since she had never been on one, which turned into how she had never had her first kiss or lost her virginity.

     “You sure?” Y/n asked. He was her best friend, after all, of course, he would help her with her first kiss.

     “Yeah. You tell me when you get uncomfortable and I’ll stop.” For now. 

     Jeongin wasn’t blind to the fact that Y/n never had experience. She was shy and never interacted outside her close circle of friends. He was shocked when she told him she had a date over the weekend and she was nervous. But he always liked how innocent she was. Something for him to play with.

     “Okay… what do I need to do?” Y/n turned and sat up, facing him.

     “I’ll do all the work, just follow my lead.” Jeongin grabbed her waist and pulled her a bit closer to him. 

     Y/n nodded as she took in a deep breath. His hands came up and cupped her face. Y/n closed her eyes as he leaned in. That much she knew anyway. Jeongin’s lips landed on hers gently. Her bottom lip was trapped between his as she did her best to follow what he was doing. She felt a bit awkward just sitting there. 

     Jeongin slowly pulled away and looked at her, “Doing alright?” he asked

     “I think? I’m just sitting here…” She sighed

     “Wanna get closer? It’ll be a little easier,” Jeongin offered

     “Yeah,” Y/n nodded 

     Jeongin bit back a smile as he sat back on the couch and told her to sit on his lap. Hesitantly she did, not knowing where to place her hands. Jeongin noticed and moved her hands onto his shoulders, “Do what feels natural, okay?”

     “Okay,” Y/n nodded before he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back in. 

     Jeongin was a good kisser, not that she had anything to compare him to. One hand held onto her waist while the other held the back of her head. Y/n moved her hands up a bit to hold his jaw.

     “Doing good,” Jeongin mumbled against her lips. 

     “Thanks,” Y/n replied.

     Jeongin pressed further into the kiss. The hand holding the side of her waist moved to the middle of her back. He pressed her closer to him and she let out an unexpected moan before pulling away.

     “Sorry,” Y/n said as she laid her head on his shoulder.

     “You’re okay. Just means you like what’s happening,” Jeongin reassured her

     “Does it?” Y/n asked as she looked up at him

     “Yeah.”

     Y/n took in a deep breath before sitting up again. “Wanna continue?” Jeongin asked, rubbing her sides.

     Y/n nodded and leaned in this time. She took the lead in the kiss, cupping his face in her hands while he held onto her waist again. The two kept it going for a few more moments before Jeongin pulled away. “Think you’re ready for another step.”

     “What’s that?” Y/n asked

     “Tongue.” He hid his simile again

     “Are you sure? Do people go that far on the first date?” His heart skipped a beat when he realized that he could probably tell her anything about what could happen on a first date and she would be none the wiser.

     “Yeah. All the time.” Jeongin told her.

     “Okay.”

     Jeongin took the lead again, pressing her lips onto his again before letting his tongue push past her lips. Y/n was a bit surprised at the feeling. His tongue felt odd in her mouth as it poked around, rough muscle exploring inside her mouth. Poking her tongue with his, encouraging her to use hers as well.

     Y/n tentatively lifted the muscle in her mouth, pressing it against his. Jeongin swirled his tongue around hers and Y/n did her best to follow his lead. Her hands moved to grab his shoulders instead. Jeongin pressed her close to his chest. Y/n moaned into the kiss again before she felt his tongue pull back then his lips detached and a small trail of saliva hung between them.

     “Is this weird?” Y/n asked, catching her breast.

     “No. Why would it?” Jeongin replied

     “We’re best friends…”

     “Yeah. And best friends help each other out. Even with stuff like this.”

     Y/n nodded in agreement, “What else should I know?”

     “He’ll probably move away from your lips, move down.”

     “Move down where?”

     “Here.”

     His thumb rubbed over the skin on her neck, “Maybe move down further,” thumbs moving over her collar bone.

     “Am I supposed to do the same?”

     “Not at the same time.”

     “Why?”

     “How about I show you? Would that be easier?”

     “Yeah.”

     Y/n watched him lean forward and rather than kissing her lips he kissed under her jaw and slowly moved down. His hand left her neck as his lips explored more. “Tilt your head back.” He told her, words muffled by her skin.

     Y/n tilted her head back slightly as Jeongin moved to place his lips across the skin. “He might suck on the skin or bite,” Jeongin told her

     “Why?” She questioned

     “Let others know how lucky he is. He’ll leave a little mark on you.”

     “Does it feel good?”

     “Feels like this,” Jeongin sucked a small section of skin right above her collar bone, exposed from her oversized shirt he was positive was his and she had stolen from his apartment. Switching between sucking and biting on the skin. Making her grab the back of his head in surprise. Pulling at his roots as he continued. Pulling away after a few moments and licking the bruise. “There”

     Y/n looked down but couldn’t see anything. Jeongin grabbed his discarded phone from the other end of his sofa, took a quick picture, and showed it to her. “Just a bruise,” Y/n said

     “Most people call it a love bite,” Jeongin locked his phone and tossed it back onto the cushion, “Why don’t you give it a try?” He suggested

     “Are you sure?”

     “Remember what I did?”

     “Yeah.”

     “Do what I did. Don’t have to go exactly where I went.”

     Y/n nodded and leaned down as he tilted his head back for her. She started kissing along his neck. Moving where she felt was natural, trying not to hit her head on his jaw but he would move out of her way anyways. 

     Eventually, she landed her lips on the side of his neck and sucked on the skin. Just as he did for a few moments as his hands fisted her shirt till he pulled away, licking the bruise, just as he had done. 

     “Good job,” Jeongin praised her, “Wanna stop yet or learn some more.”

     “Learn,” Y/n replied, the praise kind of going to her head. 

     “What are you going to do if he wants to go further?” Jeongin quizzed her

     “Further how? Like sex?”

     “How about this scenario; you guys go back to your place after the date. You’re sitting on the couch just like we are and making out. He moves you closer like this,” Jeongin moved her over his crotch. She could just barely feel something poking her. Making her feel a little warm in her stomach. “Starts kissing your neck like I did.”

     Jeongin leaned in again to kiss her neck, the kisses lasting longer each time his lips landed on her neck. Y/n grabbed his roots again as his lips brushed against a certain spot on her neck. It felt like electricity was going through her body, accidentally rolling her hips against his.

     “Feel alright?” He asked

     “Yeah,” Y/n squeaked as his hands moved to grab her hips. “Feels good.”

     “Yeah. Want Innie to make you feel better?” He asked

     She nodded as his lips moved up, “Words pretty.”

     “Yes,” Y/n answered

     “Good girl.” Jeongin wrapped his arms under her and stood up. Y/n wrapped herself around him as he started walking down the hall to his bedroom.

     She’d been in there plenty of times but something in her mind said it was different this time. Something bubbled up in the bit of her stomach with the warmth from earlier just as he laid her down on the bed. Thinking about the nights they spend cuddling in the same bed. Now he was hovering over her, lips roaming her neck as his hands held her hips down. 

     Y/n mewled as she grabbed at the back of his shirt. “Need Innie to show you what else might happen?” The question sounded more like a suggestion, but a good suggestion.

     “Yes,” Y/n answered

     “He might slip a hand up your shirt, like this.” Jeongin slipped both his hands under her shirt and moved upwards till it reached the band of her bra.

     “Innie,” Y/n said

     “Doing so good for me pretty girl,” Jeongin said as he bunched the fabric up over her chest, showing off her caged breasts to him. “Might play with these pretty things.” Y/n hadn’t realized how long his fingers were until he groped her breasts. Lips latching onto her neck again and sucking another mark onto the skin. Hands dipping into the cups of her bra, folding them underneath, and exposing her hardened nipples to the bedroom air.

     “If he does, he’ll definitely want to play with this little guy.” He rolled the small buds between his fingers before moving down and wrapping his lips around one of them. The rough tongue that was in her mouth not even half an hour ago was rolling around her nipples. Switching between them and pinching and rolling the neglected one. 

     He moved one of his knees between her legs and pressed his knee against her core. Y/n let out another moan and ground against him. Jeongin smiled as he moved down further leaving kisses down her stomach and leaving a few “love bites” there as well.

     “Then you get to have some fun,” Jeongin smiled as his hands pulled the waistband of her bottoms down with her panties. Tossing the fabric down to the ground before throwing his t-shirt off his body.

     Y/n swallowed as he put her legs over his shoulders. Having the perfect view of her soaked cunt. 

     “Only Innie will do this for you baby. No one else,” Jeongin told her before licking a line between her folds.

     Y/n tightened her legs around his head which he didn’t seem to mind one bit as he continued licking between her folds and flicking her clit with his tongue. “Oh fuck,” Y/n whined 

     Jeongin smiled as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked on the little nub. Y/n jolted at the feeling, grabbing hold of his sheets. Jeongin kept his lips wrapped around her clit as he moved his hand under them and collected her slick on his fingers before pushing one finger into her. Moans spilled out of her mouth as he sucked her little bud and thrusted his finger in and out of her virgin hole. 

     His name fell out her mouth like a chant. He was enjoying every second of it. Slowly adding a second finger into her. “Feel weird,” Y/n moaned as he pulled away from her clit

     “Yeah? Good weird?”

     “Yes.”

     “That’s good baby.” Jeongin wrapped his lips around her clit again as he curled his fingers into her walls. 

     Y/n cried out as a warmth washed over her. Legs shaking on his shoulders as he continued fingering her and sucking on her clit as she went through the motions of her orgasm. Pulling away before he could overstimulate her. ‘She’s not ready for that yet.’

     “How’d that feel baby?” Jeongin moved up to hover over her and kiss her neck again.

     “Great,” Y/n breathed.

     “How about I teach you how to make me or your date feel good now?”

     “Just like you did?” She asked

     “A little different than that,” Jeongin smiled as he pulled her up into a sitting position. He had her tuck her knees under her as he stood at the side of his bed. He stripped her of the t-shirt and her bra then his sweatpants and boxers. Y/n eyed his cock, not sure where it was going to go. 

     “Look at me baby,” Jeongin called before grabbing her chin and having her look up at him, “Still want innies help?”

     Y/n thought about it before he leaned down and kissed her quickly, “Don’t want to embarrass yourself on your first date, do you?”

     “No…”

     “Innies just trying to help you, baby.” Jeongin stood up and got closer, “Open your mouth as wide as you can.”

     His free hand wrapped the base of his hard cock as she opened her mouth for him. “Tongue out.”

     Y/n stuck her tongue out as her innocent eyes looked up at him. Jeongin pulled her to lean forward and laid himself on her outstretched tongue. Slowly pushing his cock into her mouth.

     “Wrap your lips around it like a popsicle. Mind your teeth though.” Jeongin instructed. 

    Y/n closed her lips around him and kept her jaw slack so her teeth didn't touch him. He bunched up her hair behind her head and slowly moved her. Back and forth, up and down, on his cock. Helping her get the rhythm down.

     Y/n moved her tongue to find a more comfortable place for it to lay but wound up making her best friend moan and shudder instead. She took that as a good thing to keep doing so she did as she followed his rhythm. 

     “Fuck,” Jeongin groaned as his hand tightened in her hair, “Just like that pretty.”

     Y/n placed her hands in front of her to balance herself. Bobbing her head up and down whilst her tongue swirled around him. Jeongin tossed his head back in pleasure as he pushed her harder on his cock. Tip reaching for the back of her throat and making her gag a bit. The gagging felt good around his cock and spurred him to move her head faster.

     Y/n grabbed onto one of his thighs as his dock twitched inside her mouth. Hips stuttered as his orgasm drew near. The knot tightened more and more until he finally came to a stop with a warm liquid shooting into her mouth. Y/n made a surprised noise as the salt taste hit her taste buds. 

     Jeongin pulled out of her mouth as Y/n looked up at him, “Swallow it, baby.” 

     Y/n made a sour face as she swallowed the thick substance, “Taste weird.”

     “You’ll get used to it,” Jeongin told her as he gently moved her onto her back again and hovered over her, kissing her lips again. Y/n placed her hands on his chest as his tongue slipped into her mouth again. 

     Gently pushing her deeper into the mattress before pulling away and pulling a condom out of the drawer of his bedside table. Y/n looked down at him as he rolled the rubber onto his cock and leaned over her again. He spread her legs open for him as he situated himself between them. 

     “Innie,” Y/n felt a bit anxious as he ground against her. Was it okay for this to be happening with her best friend?

     “You’re okay. Innie’s just teaching you.”

     “What if it hurts?”

     “Then I’ll be right here to help you. Okay?” the tip of his cock catching at her entrance 

     “But—”

     “You don't wanna know nothing for your date right? Don't wanna disappoint him or me? Do you?”

     “No.”

     “I’ve got you, baby. I’ll go slow.” 

     Y/n nodded, “Okay.” 

     Jeongin pecked her lips before taking his cock in his hand again and lining himself up at her entrance. Slowly pushing the tip inside. Y/n grabbed onto his shoulders, grip tightened as he got the tip inside. 

     “You’re doing good baby,” Jeongin praised as he kissed the side of her neck and held onto her hips. 

     “In…”

     “I’ve got you. Tell me when to move.”

     He stayed still, rubbing circles into her hips and gently kissing her neck. Slowly moving in when she told him to move and let her get adjusted to having him inside her. Whispering encouraging words in her ear. Up until he was fully inside her and she had her arms wrapped around him. 

     “Move. Please Innie.” Y/n begged as the slight stretch subsided inside her. 

     Jeongin smiled as he pulled out and gently pushed into her. Y/n held onto the nape of his neck, tangling her fingers into the roots as he filled her up. Her walls clung to him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Doing so well for me baby.”

     Jeongin picked up his pace a bit gradually. Moving quicker and harder, standing up and taking a tighter hold of her hips. Moving her to meet his thrusts.

     Y/n felt awkward under his stare. Attempting to cover herself a bit and laid her arms over her chest. 

     “Don't hide from me, baby. I've already seen all of it.” Jeongin pried her arms off her chest and pinned them down to the mattress. 

     “There we go,” Jeongin smiled and leaned down, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and sucking harder on them than he had previously. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n whined

     Jeongin sloppily made out with her nipples as he was pounding into her. Her arms were pinned down to the mattress, unable to grab anything except the bed sheets. The male above her chuckled as he lightly bit her nipple, making her let out a higher-pitched moan before he pulled away and looked down at her chest. “Don’t move your arms.”

     Jeongin let go of her limps and put his hands under her knees, pushing them off his legs and to the mattress. Y/n gasped seeing how he had her so exposed. He moved her arms to lay under her legs to keep herself open. Legs spread so he had the perfect view of her chest and cunt as he moved in and out. Hands caressing the back of her thighs before one moved in between them. Thumb pressing down on her clit.

     Running circles on the bed as her walls tightened around his cock thrusting inside her. The angle let him hit one particular spot inside her. She had no clue why but it had her seeing stars. 

     “There it is,” Jeongin adjusted himself and shot for that same spot. Her words stopped forming correctly as he pounded her g-spot and abused her poor little clit with his thumb.

     “Too much,” Y/n whined as she felt that tight warm feeling in her stomach again as she squeezed her legs closer to her on instinct

     “You’re okay, baby. Innie’s taking care of you. Just let go.”

     Two more thrusts later her whole body felt warm as her pulsing walls clamped down on him. Legs shaking in pleasure. Everything felt so good at that moment. Jeongin slowed down his hand and kept thrusting into her. His own high followed not long after as he worked her through hers. Eventually stilling inside her as he filled the condom with his seed, his hand stopped rubbing circles into her clit.

     Both panting as they came down from their highs before Jeongin pulled out. Seeing a bit of blood on the condom. He didn’t make a big deal about it, he just took off the rubber and tied it off. He tossed it into the trash as he moved her up onto the pillows and massaged her sore limbs.

     “Feel more confident about your date now?” Jeongin asked as he pulled her into his chest.

     “Yeah. Thank you Innie.” Y/n said, wrapping her arms around him

     “Anytime Y/n. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t help you out whenever you need it? How about we go take a shower, and get cleaned up.” Jeongin suggested

     “Okay,” Y/n said. Nothing had settled in with the fact that she had just let her best friend take her virginity. Jeongin was glad his ruse of teaching her worked out in his favor. He couldn’t tell anyone how long he had been waiting for that night.

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Do You Get Déjà Vu | Thomas Shelby

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summary: thomas doesn’t come to pick up his daughter. you decide to take her home only to find a man of a table with a bullet in his chest and a lot of deja vu

pairing: fem! reader x thomas shelby

words: 1.6k

a/n: just fluff and comedy tbh… not my usual angst i promise also, this takes place in 1919 because season 1 tommy has my heart. helena is around 9/10 years :)

How you disliked summer. Sweat pearls dripping simply sitting and breathing. Delicate fabric sticking to you like a bee and its honey. It was simply too hot for a woman to be wearing layers of modest clothing but here you were, sitting in front of your desk; no countertop in sight, too many different documents sprawled across the surface, each waiting on your eyes and conscious to scan it and then evaluate whatever category it fell into.

‘Miss Verys?’ Katie’s voice pulled you out of your slump, yet your heart skipped a beat when you saw her come closer with an arm full of newer papers that acquired your attention.

‘Please tell me you are joking…’

‘I fear not, Miss,’ she pressed her lips together as she placed them onto the right corner, the surface area with less than ten documents. ‘But these are all for the week.’ She smiled.

‘Finally some good fucking news,’ you huffed, ‘Sorry,’ you tilted your head when you realised Katie was taken aback by your choice of words.

‘Also I don’t wish to add more to your plate but Helena is still present. It seems Mr. Shelby has yet to pick her up. Do you want me to stay and wait with her?’

‘Katie you are truly an angel, really, I am so grateful but you are being paid to work on from eight to three, I couldn’t let you do that. Legally and from my heart.��� You curled your lips, fingers rubbing against the sheet of paper you were waiting to flip. ‘Just tell Helena to pack her things and to come to my office. Since I will be busy reading through all of these I might end up staying for quite a while.’

‘Of course. And thank you, Miss Verys, have a good day.’

‘You too.’

Katie left and you were stuck in front of an ocean of paper. If you had known that directing a school was so strenuous you might’ve thought about inaugurating a school twice. But it was a lovely institute. A school for girls with the most brightest and innovative minds, no runner up to men but competition with finest ideas.

Momentarily Helena came through the door and patiently stood at the door frame, her bag in her grip.

‘Hello Helena,’ you smiled at her. ‘Your father is not here yet?’

‘No.’

‘That’s okay, just wait here with me. I have much work and since we’re the only ones here I thought company would be nice, no? Sit,’ you pointed to the chair, Helena still standing at the entrance barely having moved.

Helena hummed in response.

‘So,’ you grabbed one of your quills to start signing documents that needed your signature. ‘What do you like to do when you’re not at school or doing homework? I am pretty sure you like horse riding?’

‘I do.’

‘Something else perhaps?’

‘Recently we bought a family car,’ Helena had sat down in the chair, laying her bag beside her as she relaxed into the seat. ‘When we got it we drove through the countryside…it was so thrilling. The wind on my face felt different to when I am riding. Daddy looked so happy too. I like cars.’

‘My my, what a riveting experience.’ You glanced at her from your work. ‘I remember my first time in a car. Felt exactly like how you described it.’

Helena beamed back you, her bright blue eyes gleaming with excitement, ‘My uncle Finn liked the car ride at first too but we had to stop because he got sick,’

‘And did you?’

‘No, I felt great. I love cars.’

‘I too think cars are the greatest innovation since the marvellous idea to roast and ferment cocoa beans to make chocolate.’ You let out a lighthearted laugh, infecting Helena with the same giggle.

‘I like chocolate.’

‘You do?’ Your lips curled. ‘Do you want one? I might have a bit stashed somewhere between all this energy-consuming work,’

‘I’ve only had it twice,’ Helena began another story, ‘It is very expensive and my father says it is bad for your teeth and that you mustn’t eat too much of it. He said that when he was visiting London he met a man outside of the sweet shop who became so round, simply for eating a lot of chocolate.’

‘Well best you have only one piece then,’ you put a piece into your mouth before giving her her piece. ‘This is my favourite. Got it from Cornwall. They make the best sweets.’

Taking the piece you handed her, she started eating it, her eyes in awe.

‘What about your father, Helena?’

‘What about him?’

‘What does he do for work?’ You asked, amusingly raising your eyebrows before taking the second heap of documents before you.

Helena hesitated. ‘I don’t think I can say.’

‘Why not?’

‘Family business…’

‘Family business?’ You looked up, Helena nodding her head in response. ‘I’m just curious that’s all. When you speak of him, you speak endearingly. You seem to have a very good relationship.’

‘We do.’ She ate the last bite, looking around the room. ‘If he wasn’t my father he would be my best friend.’

‘How sweet.’

With an easy lead conversation, time passed quicker than expected. But an hour later and Mr. Shelby still hadn’t come to pick up Helena.

With minutes passing you realised that Mr. Shelby wouldn’t show up anytime soon. It was also way past closing time so you had to start locking up the building. You thought it best to walk Helena home to see if anyone was there and if not you’d take her back to yours so she would have a safe place to stay until anyone got in touch.

‘Hello?’ You knocked against the door, the hard wooden door aching your knuckles as you repeatedly hit against it. ‘This is Miss Verys from Small Heath Institute for Girls. I have your daughter Helena with me as she has not been picked up yet.’ Your breath ricocheted off the door.

Seconds later you could hear the lock turning and were greeted by an older woman, her hair all over the place as her dark eyes burned into yours. Feeling as if she were about to take a jape at you, you quickly jumped back into your sentence. ‘I’m so sorry to intrude but I grew worried when Helena still hadn’t been picked up yet. I hope that all is well.’

Your eyes left her frame, seeing figures surrounding a table where there seemed to be a man laying down upon, quick huffs and puffs echoing from behind.

‘Arthur, shut up and just get this out of me.’

‘Drink this, Tommy. It’ll help with the pain.’

The unravelling scene before you had your full attention, completely forgetting the woman at the door.

‘I—oh no don’t do that!’ You raised your voice, pushing past her, now standing in the living room with three men staring at you. ‘I’m sorry to intrude but I was a nurse at the front and seeing you just stick your fingers inside his wound just rang my bells.’

The man on the table had blue eyes that protruded from the dim light within the room, his chest covered in dry and fresh blood, sweat dampening his skin and clothes. You overheard that his name was Thomas Shelby, Helena’s father.

You stepped closer and examined his wound. A bullet wound. Minimal surface damage and easily removed.

‘If someone could get me some bandages, an unopened bottle of alcohol and some tweezers with a bowl of warm water.’

‘I’ll get it.’ Helena walked past you to what seemed to be the kitchen.

‘The cheap one, Hallie,’ the light haired one yelled after her, his toothpick sitting between his lips. ‘If you open that rum from the Caribbean, I swear to you that I won’t give you any more sweets.’

‘You give her sweets?’ Thomas lifted his head.

‘Sometimes.’

‘Mr. Shelby if you could just relax for a short time longer. I will get that bullet out of you as swiftly as possible.’

Further taking in his naked chest you noticed his tattoo. Similar to sun rays just above his right chest. You had seen this tattoo before…

‘Mr. Shelby, can I ask you something?’

‘Yes.’

‘Do you perhaps have a scar on your lower back? On your right just above your glutes?’

‘How do you know that?’ He stared up at you, holding your gaze as Helena came back with the supplies you needed.

‘Given it was a back injury you were transported to the tent on your stomach,’ you grabbed the alcohol to clean the wound, a hiss escaping him as you grabbed the tweezers, ready to pull out the metal embedded in his flesh. ‘I was the nurse that treated you. I was covered in ugly drapes and bloods, can’t say you could recognise me,’

Thomas winced as the ends of the tweezers dug around to grab the piece of metal, a small smirk on his lips. ‘You don’t say eh?’

‘I’m sure you’ll be having a déjà vu when I pull it out,’ you grabbed it and pulled it out, a loud growl escaping his lips as air pushed past his lips.

‘Thank you again.’

‘No problem, Mr. Shelby.’ You disposed of the bullet in a dish Arthur held out to you. ‘Next time Helena is not picked up I’ll bring her home and bring my first aid kit with me.’

‘That’s actually not a bad idea,’ he pulled himself up, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. ‘Small Heath is starting you feel like a battlefield,’

‘Then I’ll be your nurse ready to care you to health.’

[0bunnyia]

한지성 ─── Between Us

For weeks, you keep telling yourself that being friends is enough, except it wasn't.

— YAY SHES HEREE, this is my first time writing angst and I don't know how I feel about this tbh.. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) but still, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this!! There will be part 2 soon 🔜!!

⚠️ : Angst without comfort, unrequited love. wc: 445

Alexa, play Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

You had a long time crush on your childhood friend, Han Jisung. How could you not? Jisung is the sweetest guy you've ever met.

Back then, he was just a short child who constantly follows you wherever you are, but here he is. Taller and looking more mature than the last time you met.

Yet to you, he was still the same Jisung. The one who used to make jokes that makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, the one who made your childhood feel like a dream.

And now, he came back. Smiling at you like he never left, like years hadn't passed between you.

“You finally remember to come back huh?" You asked jokingly, staring at the men in front of you. "Hey! I was just busy okay?" He replied, pouting. He's still the same like how he used to be when you're young, still the same.

"So how's it going rockstar?" Jisung let out a laugh, shaking his head at the nickname. "Well it's been busy, concerts and all. But hey! I don't wanna talk about my job when I'm with you!" It was supposed to be a normal sentence, but your heart nearly skipped a beat after hearing him say that.

You spent time with Jisung while he was back, catching up and talking about the things you have missed. It was easy, to slip back into old habits, to laugh at his dumb jokes, to pretend that every move he makes absolutely did nothing to your heart.

But you know yourself too well, the old feelings that you've thought were buried the moment Jisung left to pursue his dreams, all the butterflies on your stomach every time he does something. You couldn't handle it anymore.

You've told yourself that being friends was enough, that you will only ruin everything if you confess. But the possibility that he might like you back, make a part of you have hopes.

You knew this might ruin everything, but you just can't handle it anymore. For weeks, you keep telling yourself that being friends is enough, except it wasn't.

So there you stood in front of him, quietly admiring his features, then it happened.

"Jisung, I like you" the silences that follow feel deafening, your heartbeat drowning out everything else. He blinked, his expression unreadable , for a moment you weren't sure if he heard you.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way about you."

[slaaverin]

But the real question is..

Where are Jikook chilling at, while sitting side by side with Jimin spamming weverse on their vacation? Are you at your place Jimin or y'all sitting up in Jk's big fat mansion together? Hmnn, Speak into the mic Jikook. My gosh I have missed them so much. My heart literally skipped a beat when I saw Jimin's notification. Thanks for letting us know Jk is there too Jimin, as always. SIGH they're almost home.

I'm betting on the mansion 🥹

So glad that he is ok and it's cute he's taking the time to answer all those messages while on vacation

The fact they have some time off but are still together is impressive tbh you can't separate them ever 😭

Ah my heart melted 💜

90% done. How far we've come! Just a little more patience.

Can't wait 🥰 and you can see he's eager to get out asking himself 394847 questions so I'm excited to see what they will do.

Today is a good day 🙏

Take care anon 💜

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

could you write a azriel/reader fic where he only starts dating reader because elain and gywn are not interested in him and she's available and she overhears someone else talking about it a few months into their relationship but sees azriel being involving in their relationship and deludes/convinces herself into thinking he really likes her, but something happens and they fight(jealousy? you can choose a reason tbh) and he tells her that he only dated her bc elain/gywn weren't interested in the heat of the moment(maybe she brings it up? or he could say it himself tbh, idm) and has to grovel. you can take this whichever direction you want to, if you have other ideas about certain areas!

I see her in the back of my mind

He was a thunderstorm. Lethal yet so beautiful. Like a pyre, lighting up the darkness and calling you in. Calling them all in. Weaving the traps and lurking in his shadows. The unlucky soldier of love. Falling and falling and falling but never finding the right one. Never finding the satisfaction. Never finding that peace deep within. It was that sad part of his that called to you. That made your heart cry out for him. You understood that pain. That need. That desire to have someone. To hold someone and feel them holding back onto you just as tightly.

It was a surprise to you when he sat by your table at Rita’s. For the most part, he had only been polite to you. But his eyes had never lingered. He had been seeing Gywn too at the time. And you weren’t a home wrecker but it didn’t last long. He crawled back to Elain only to be thrown over the curb again once she slithered back to Lucien after a couple of weeks of ruffled sheets with the spymaster.

“You look in need of company”, he mused. Although now that you look back on it. It was his gaze that kept on going back and forth between your table and the one he had abandoned. “You look in need of water”, you chuckled watching him sway even while sitting down. “It’s nothing”, he hiccuped with a smile, “I just had to come to say hi, you had my attention all night”. Your heart had skipped a beat. Who wouldn’t have dreamed of being admired by the spymaster of the night court? “Just pretty words”, you brushed him off. “If I swung over to your shop tomorrow and told you the same thing stone sober would you believe me?” You had thought nothing of it. Nothing until he showed up. And said the exact thing he had promised just hours ago.

Everything that followed suit was a whole mess of everything. Stolen kisses. Long nights spent talking. Hand-written letters. He was there. Always. Everywhere. And innocent touches had quickly turned into racing heartbeats. Sweaty bodies. Cries of pleasure as he unraveled parts of you, you didn’t know existed. It was sweet. Blooming slowly.

“Accompany me to a ball in spring tomorrow night?”, he whispered, kissing your shoulder. “Tomorrow night?”, you gasped, “I have nothing appropriate to wear”. You shook your head. “Don’t worry it’s taken care of”, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, “I wasn’t gonna go, but… plans changed and quite frankly, I would love to show you off”, Azriel smiled at you. How your heart had soared when the thought of being his officially crossed your mind.

But you should have known that it was too good to be true. Should have seen the signs. Should have known. From the moment you opened the box with the dress. To pull out a baby pink gown, laced with flowers. You had frowned slightly, imagining that he would have wanted you to wear something close to his sapphire blue, to the depths of his shadows. But you had pushed it all aside. Maybe it was a themed party in spring. Maybe light colors were a must.

Then there was a whole lot of him being distant. He was close to you, yes but his mind was elsewhere. Azriel’s eyes barely stayed on you. Instead, he was scanning the crowd. Pulling you with him as if you were only an added accessory. “Az, are you looking for something?”, you asked starting to feel frustration bubbling. “No, just… need to see someone”, he muttered. “Can you do that alone? Or do I need to be dragged around like a dog”, you huffed, pulling your hand out of his. “Don’t be childish…”, he grunted.

And then he halted. Making you slam into the side of him. And you wished you hadn’t looked up because you imagined knew who had his full attention. There she was in a yellow dress. Golden curls flowed down her shoulders. She was stunning. You got the appeal. Azriel stepped forward. Your hand was forgotten. A light gasp slipped past your lips as you watched him go. “Az”, you called out walking right after him. But he never answered.

You watched him embrace Elain. Watched her smile at him. A fire burning you from within. You had no idea what part of you possessed you to walk towards them. But you did. “Azriel”, you called out once more. “Elain”, he muttered, “this is yn”. “I’m his girlfriend”, you added, extending your hand to her. She only smiled at you. “Love the dress”, she looked you over. “Azriel got me the same one but I didn’t love the color so I sent it back”, your face fell, alongside your heart. “And the necklace. Didn’t you give this to Gywn?”, she chuckled, before tapping your cheek, “You sweet thing”. Her eyes turned to Azriel for a brief moment, “You know where to find me”, she whispered. And even if Azriel didn’t nod. Even if there wasn’t a single way to know what was on his head. You knew his mind was made. You knew where those late-night calls took him.

You let out a bitter laugh before turning away from him. “Y/n”, he called out but you were done. Done being plaid. “Your bitches shit? Seriously Azriel? You gift me the same shit you gave to other bitches you fucked?”, you hissed turning to face him. “Don’t call them like that”, he muttered. Your wind eyes watched him, “The audacity… You are a fucked person”, you practically spat at him.

“I needed you, okay?”, he hissed, walking after you. “What for? To be your punching bag? A heartbreak fuck?”, you whinnied, pulling at your hair. “I liked you, okay, you caught my eye”, Azriel replied, making you halt. “Past tense. You used the past tense”, you turned to face him, “Liked”, and your eyes looked him over. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I just…”, he started. “I curse you, Azriel from the night court. I curse you in love”, an angry tear slipped past your cheek, “May you never find peace with any of your future lovers”.

[angeliicheartt]

it would be amazing if you wrote about geto being a dad tbh. like i know he has the twins but i feel like i need to see him with a baby !!!

ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴅ !

includes: suguru geto

fem!reader

a/n: I LOVE U FOR REQUESTING DAD!SUGU !!!! anyways im a slut for suguru's boobs so they make an appearance but no nsfw, hope u enjoy my lil dad!sugu blurb

the late afternoon sunlight peeking through the curtains wakes you up from your much-needed nap. you blink wearily before rising, just as panic sets into your system. you had fallen asleep while watching your baby, hanako. you look into her playpen before swiftly realizing she wasn’t there. you quickly get to your feet, beginning to pace as you wrack your brain. the girls had gone to the mall and likely we’re still there, given it was only 5pm. you maniacally rifle through the living room, moving through the kitchen and then down the hallway. your socked feet pad rapidly on the wooden floors. your heartbeat continued to accelerate the longer you went without seeing the small head of black hair. You rubbed your eye with the heel of your palm as you went through each bedroom, making sure not to peek at anything personal in mimiko and nanako’s rooms. You get to the third room, hanako’s nursery, which, yes, you probably should have checked first, but hey! It was your first time having a baby and not knowing where she was, logic flew out the window the moment you didn't see her.

you open the cracked door and your heart skips a beat at the sight before finally calming down from your search. in the rocking chair next to hanako’s crib was suguru, rocking gently back and forth, shirt off (yum!), and little hanako sleeping peacefully against his soft pecs. one of your hands rested over your heart as you heaved a sigh of relief at the sight. suguru’s mouth quirks up at your disheveled state. 

“i didn’t know you were home,” you say, your tone only slightly above a whisper as to not wake hanako. “and i didn’t know where hanako had gone.”

suguru nods gently before getting up from the rocking chair. he makes sure to cradle hanako close to his chest as he does so before gently laying her down in her crib and putting her baby blanket over her. he pads across the room to where you stood by the door, his hands coming up to rest at your waist. 

“m'sorry to worry you, mama,” he whispers into your hair as he presses a kiss to your hairline, you all but melt into him as he gently leads you out of the nursery before shutting the door behind the two of you.  

“was she okay when you got here? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to fall asleep but her show was playing and i just drifted off and—”

“it’s okay.” your husband soothes, cutting you off effectively as his hand rubbing small circles onto your back, “hanako was just fine, she was just watching her show, but she was starting to drift off so i took her to the nursery and did some skin-on-skin contact.” 

you hum a sound of acknowledgement as suguru runs his hands through your hair now, gently, just to get the stray bits in order. “and there’s no need to apologize either, you spend all day taking care of our child, i’m not going to berate you for being tired, my love.” 

you melt against the man, letting his heat radiate into your bones before you hear the front door opening and the unmistakable chatter of mimiko and nanako. you back away from suguru, not before he plants a soft kiss on your lips, to go and greet them. suguru follows you into the living room, and his heart soars as he sees you listening to nanako as she shows you all what her and mimiko got at the mall, and as you glance over at him, your face still a bit flushed from your nap, and a wide grin decorating your face, smiling softly back is all he can think to do.

[naomiarai]

Soobin + lingerie kink

[this is a drabble for @aduh0308 's 23 days with soobin event!]

pairing : soobin × afab!reader

warnings : kind of toxic!soobin, just fucking tbh, bin kinda treats reader like a doll, lingerie kink

wc : 657

“come out now baby, wanna see you~” soobin coos viciously, but his aura seemed to mask it up. he had bought you some pretty lingerie, pearly pink and lacy~. you slowly walk out of the closet, the lingerie hugging your figure perfectly, like it was made for you. “what do you think binnie~?” you ask with a giggle. he seemed to be tantalized, eyes growing with complete lust by the second. “you look so pretty~” he says with a smile.

“now it's my turn!” he says excitedly. you looked confused, as he pulled you towards him, removing the bra and thong. “bin..?” you ask surprised. “I wanna dress you in it again” he says calmly, while sitting you down on the bed while he slid back up your panties. you felt your heart skip a beat for a split second, before going back to thinking that he just wanted to.. right?

“why'd you do that?” you ask with a soft smile tracing along. he pauses for a second, before saying “you're just so pretty–and you look like a doll ; had the urge to dress you in it myself”. you nod at him slowly, but you swore you saw a tinge of anger in his face for even asking.

he moves forward and kisses you, soft lips moving against your own. he pushes you forward to lie on your back on the bed, hovering over your figure. “so so beautiful.. so pretty~ he mumbles against your lips. removing his boxers and moving your panties to the side, he takes a look at you pretty glistening pussy. “binnie~ quickly” you whine out. it has him grinning at your eagerness. he takes a hold of his cock, slowly rubbing it against your folds, before entering your tight pussy.

you moan at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out deliciously out of you at an abnormally fast pace, which had you closer to your orgasm. soobin fucked you like this on a basis, but if you were acting bitchy and condescending, what would you get? you still loved it and him.

“hnng–bin fuck! feels so g-good!” you groan out loud, the wet and lewd sounds of his cock going in and out. “I know doll, I know..only my cock can make your feel like this hah– you're mine, mine all mine–” he spurts out, feeling his cock twitch inside your throbbing pussy. “g-gonna cum! mm– cum inside shit–! pleaseplease!” you beg with tears streaming down your face.

your fucked out expression made him smirk with delight, “yeah? cum baby, cum. cum for me and I'll fuck you once more, yeah-?” he says which has you squirting out your release onto his cock, while his filled you up, leaking down onto the sheets.

whenever you'd have sex with soobin, you'd only have a round, which was satisfactory to you atleast. but now he promised a second round, and he doesn't give you a break for it either.

“good girls get a second fuck” he mutters, mostly to himself before he flips you over on your stomach, ass arched up in the air. he doesn't waste any time, pushing his cock into your hole, rutting inside ruthlessly. “too much!—too much nngh!” you say with a pause to swallow. sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room yet again, your hips colliding perfectly. “but i told you I'll fuck you once again and im keeping my word, now aren't i a good boyfie, huh baby?” he asks innocently. your mind started wavering, trying to process what he said.

“bin– slow down! gonna cum!” you say with a whiny scream as you go through your second orgasms of the night. soobin comes inside you shortly after, filling you up. your panties were most definitely sticky with your cum, uncomfortable wet.

you expected soobin to pull out by now, you think maneuvering your head behind, with a confused look on your face.

“but i don't wanna pull out”.

[ronearoundblindly]

https://www.tumblr.com/autumnrose40/763897780676788224/biteofcherry-sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I’d love to know your take on what the Cevans characters + Bucky would do in this situation. Who’s drops everything and forgets what their arguing about? Who gets annoyed? Who doesn’t care and pushes their point anyway?

Your headcanons always hit hard and fit so well and ur my fav writer so I thought I’d ask for your opinion if you’d like to share <3

Who gets derailed when you flash him during an argument?

Warnings for, well, talk of tits and some escalation to sex for a few of the bois... Also, I included who this works for long-term and who quickly catches on. 🤭

Jake Jensen

Works. Every. Time.

Jake can't even come back to the argument within an hour or so because he gets soooo distracted, like 'hey hi are we having sex now cool let's go i'm ready.'

Eventually, he can finish a sentence or two of his argument, but tbh, he just wants to be heard on his point--which you do listen to--and he generally is not worried about whatever it is being changed right away.

The farthest he's ever gotten is if the row is about some machine or tech that's expensive/sensitive. He can manage to adjust that equipment until it's correct and safe...and then he's stepping up to you, asking where you want him or if he can have the honor of removing your pants 😁

Johnny Storm

This tactic started for you by accident since arguments with Johnny get legitimately heated. You were suddenly sweating while he barked his little heart out, so you ripped your top off.

It worked a treat.

Johnny will sometimes sneak heat into enclosed spaces/close to you in order to force you to strip. You know he would. You know you're secretly totally into it. Asshole... It doesn't even have to do with arguments anymore.

Curtis Everett

Derailed, but Curtis scrambles to think what his point was. He'll look away and gather himself. He will attempt to complete the original discussion, and he wises-up quickly, instantly turning around if your hand moves toward the hem of your shirt when he's trying to be serious with you.

Lloyd Hansen

Continues to argue even as he walks over and begins to bite your nipples and tickle you with his mustache. Every mean thing he's saying after that just sounds dirty, but he won't fuck you until you promise to do as he wants and admit he was right. Foreplay...takes forever between you two like this.

Ransom Drysdale

I will see @biteofcherry's 'unfazed, stares at boobs, continues to argue,' and raise you that Ran begins to start arguments out of nowhere and stare at your chest until you lift your shirt to get him to quiet down. He's the fucking worst. You know he would absolutely do that.

Steve Rogers

Obviously, the cutest of the bunch since he would just go silent and beet red. Once Steve's brain restarts, it's arms akimbo and a hip pop, "that's not fair," and a sharp huff of disapproval. Now, the real secret is Steve disapproves not of your bare chest and keenly effective technique but of his very own thots concerning said bare chest.

Bucky Barnes

Buck's the guy in that video who says "ok, you have two solid points there," the cheeky bugger. He deeply appreciates when you lighten the mood of the most important or the most meaningless fights. To be fair, he expects a discussion, a conclusion to the argument you two were having, because following through with all those talks is a big deal to Bucky. He'd like to be heard and understood in your relationship. Use the derailing wisely.

James Mace

"Are you even listening?!"

Mace doesn't argue lightly, so if he is arguing, you better be paying attention. He's maybe the only one who gets genuinely annoyed by this joke.

HE IS ALSO the only one who decides that when you get mad, he should just strip off his shirt to derail your train of thought, too. He's a tat-for-tit kinda man...

Ari Levinson

Ari, in general--i.e. not Bedrock and Blueprints Ari,--doesn't skip a beat if you flash him. He has military training to stay on-task, so he uses your playfulness to his own advantage and can tease you mercilessly in order to win the argument. He can walk right up, mid-sentence, tickle your side, pinch your nipple, squeeze your ass. Bit of a torturer, that Mr. Levinson.

Jimmy Dobyne

Oh, he'll blush at first, but Jimmy is a dirty man ready to get dirtier on a dime. He can finish making his point while he stalks you into a corner like prey. NGL, the first time he did this, you got instantly wet. His predatory posture surprises you; he's so perfectly sweet and almost formal in public...

Jimmy is dominant behind closed doors though, as I've argued before, so he jumps at the opportunity to make you 'regret' your cheeky move. He does not, however, understand TikTok. You can explain and show him and try until the cows literally come home. Jimmy just gives you a blank, confused look.

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[jybyls]

Biker!Jenna x Biker!Reader Hc's

Navigation

Warnings: Nsfw at the end.

A/n: n/n means nephew's name in the 3rd video

Words: No idea, tbh, didn't check. Sorry

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Ok, hear me out.

Jenna in a full black and red gear on a red Yamaha r6 that had to be lowered by 2 inches in the front and back because otherwise, she couldn't fit on it. Hot.

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You guys have matching bikes, helmets, and gears. (your bike had to be lowered, too) (unless you're taller)

Mess with each other at red lights. Killswitch each other, kick each other, put your helmet visor up and down. You'll just mess with each other in every way.

She's womanhandling you when you're her backpag, to the point where sometimes she put you in the front with her. Video

Street racing at 2 am. In the middle of nowhere.

Have her initial written with a red felt tip on your bike and helmet, and the same goes for her, but you wrote it in black.

Have a joint playlist for rides that you listen to even when you're riding alone.

You both love to scream every music that blaste in your ears. Video

Kiss each other deeply before every ride. ykyk

You do wheelies out of nowhere or pass between two trucks, which makes her heart skip a beat each time. She always screams at you for that. You just hug her, give her a helmet kiss, and apologize. Video

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You bought Jenna's nephew a mini bike cause he kept asking you to give him rides around the block.

She has a whole folder of videos and photos of you and her nephew riding around the block. In some of those videos, we can hear Jenna screaming at her nephew not to copy what you're doing. Video

You'd be showing him the most dangerous trick like it's nothing because your stupid brain didn't actually think he'd try to copy you.

You got yelled at a lot by Jenna because of that. And every time you're just like “I didn't think he'd copy me ! It's not my fault the kid's fearless !” and Jenna would be like “He's a kid ! He doesn't understand how dangerous it is to do a wheelie ! WITH ONE HAND !”

You had to go up to him and explain to him that he's only allowed to ride carefully and that he can not do tricks. Yet.

You're his favourite aunt, by the way.

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Jenna is definitely the mom of your relationship. She has to make sure you're not going a 100km/h on a 50km/h.

Had to get you out of trouble multiple times. She's always like “It's like you're a magnet for trouble/danger.”

Jenna seems like the responsible one, but her dirty mind is tempted to take control over her.

You'd turn your head to see if Jenna is still behind you, and that's when you saw your girlfriend pretending to jerk off her inexistence dick. Throwing her head back and everything. Or if she's waiting for you in the garage when you'll come in, you see her humping your bike. Video

- 📜🎧🍂 -

NSFW:

One night, you kept teasing her, saying how you wouldn't mind riding both--her and her bike, aaaand she took your word. You ended up riding her strap while she was on her bike.

She praised you the entire time: “That's it, ride my dick babygirl.”

“You're such a good girl.”

“Keep going, love.”

“You're doing so good, fuck..”

“Look so good riding me, my love.”

She maybe degraded you a bit too- oop: “You want more ? Yeah ? What a slut.”

“Aw is it too much for my baby ? You ask for it just take it, slut.”

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A/n: Hope y'all like it. Love ya <33

[grrrrrarro]

hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight