#gabi x reader

[vaultdwellerbarbie]

hcs: going on a chase (twisters)

ft. boone gabi, javi, kate, lily, scott, and tyler (addy was barely in the movie but let me know if y'all want me to write about her too - i'm totally down! just not sure if anyone is interested)

content warning for tornadoes, imminent danger

divider credit to saradika!

boone

boone is probably the most fun person to go on a chase with! he definitely has a lot of fun with what he's doing and likes to try new things, he'll always keep you entertained.

he's very energetic, so he might get a little overexcited and tease you if you get nervous during it

but, if you genuinely are in danger or terrified of the chase, he'll stop teasing and make sure that you're doing okay. his personality can come off as a bit much sometimes, but it's so clear that he cares

boone for sure gets a look in his eyes during a chase - no matter how many times he's gone on one, he's still in awe of it

also, if it's your first time going on a chase with him, he's going to go all out to impress you

and i mean all out

he's going to make sure that there are rockets and fireworks, he's going to sing and blast music, and he's going to act incredibly confident even if he feels a little bit nervous (most of his nerves are coming from the fact that he wants to impress you)

even with how overzealous he gets, you're still going to be a top priority for him. if you somehow get hurt, he's going to do everything in his power to make sure that you recover

maybe, a bit too much! he'll try to keep you out of chases for a little while over a scratch, but when you finally convince him that you're fine, he'll praise how strong and independent you are

after chases, too, if there are any people to help in a wrecked town he's going to be the one that tries to make the people smile. in turn, your spirits are going to be lifted quite a bit from sticking by his side

gabi

the first thing about gabi going on a chase is that she's for sure going to give you her hat for 'good luck'. in theory, she could buy you a hat (and probably has) but she thinks that it's better luck for you and for the case if you're wearing her hat

every time, she's going to take a moment to make sure that she places her hat atop your head and adjusts it to make sure that it's not covering your eyes

she's also somewhat protective. even though she's been around the bush with chasing, and she knows that the team is doing everything in their power to keep things as safe as possible, things can go wrong. she'll blame herself if anything happens to you, so she makes sure to do her best to keep you safe.

that can include something as simple as putting her arm in front of you, to buckling you into your harness yourself. or, it can be something like her refusing to let you go in a car without her because she's not comfortable with you being out of her sight

if you are, for whatever reason, in a different vehicle during a chase, she's going to make sure that you're safe the moment that you're away from the action.

she also hypes you up! if you make a prediction about something, she's going to make sure that everyone listens and that she supports you!

if you make a mistake, she'll comfort you and let you know that everyone on the team has done so. she's made mistakes, even tyler has made mistakes. gabi will ensure that, no matter what, you know that you did nothing wrong.

if you're right, well nobody will ever hear the end of it. she's going to make sure that you get to speak again, that everyone thanks you, even if strangers know that it was you who predicted something, she's gonna tell them too. she'll make you feel like the smartest person in the world.

she's also so sweet when helping towns and victims of tornadoes recover. somehow, around as sweet as she is with you.

if you get injured, she'll quite literally nurse you back to health. she'll insist you go to the hospital for anything worse than a bruise, but she might be even a bit more concerned for your health than you are.

bonus, she'll tease you if you hold her hand during it but secretly she very much enjoys it.

javi

having previously lost three close friends to tornado chasing, javi is often worried about you. however, his perspective is a bit different than the others.

he stayed back to collect data when he lost his friends, and that arguably saved his life. but, he also remembers how terrifying not knowing was, and he doesn't want you to feel that. so, he agrees but makes sure that you stay with him so neither of you feel that anxiety.

going on chases with javi, he makes sure that his vehicle is equipped with anything he may need to keep you safe. whether that be investing more on more secure seatbelts, making sure that the glass is as reinforced as possible, or simply keeping an eye on you.

there is always a somewhat distracting air about how he feels after a chase if it effects other people, because it's clear that he wants to do more and feels like he can't. you often end up trying to comfort him after a chase, especially because you know that he already lives with a lot of guilt.

if you get hurt, there are some issues beyond his worry that comes along with it.

scott doesn't think it's that big a deal, and gets especially upset if it gets in the way of data collection. but javi will do everything in his power to not lose any more people that he loves. he'll take any amount of heat if it means making sure that you're safe - he'd ultimately rather put his funding in danger if it means that he doesn't lose you.

when things go well, and he doesn't need any comfort, you always feel like the ending of the chases are the best part. his wide smile, his bright eyes, the way that he looks at you if indescribable, but it makes your heart feel so warm

kate

there are two versions of chase kate - pre-losing her friends kate is a totally different person to chase with. for this, i'll be focusing on post-trauma kate.

kate is protective to a fault. she really doesn't even want you going on a chase, even though you insist that you're going to be okay. ultimately, you understand why she's so apprehensive and let her find peace with the idea herself. she needs to be the one to invite you on a chase, and she ends up coming around to the idea of it after a while of contemplation.

kate will make sure that you know exactly how to stay safe. what to do if the car flips, what to do if the tornado is stronger than expected, what to do in the event of you not being able to see through the rain, or hail, or any other event that could take you by surprise.

she's incredibly thorough, but you understand why. she doesn't want to lose anyone else because of these things.

seeing her in her element is absolutely beautiful, though. you always knew that she had a gift, but you had never been able to see it up close and personal. finally being able to see it, to see the awestruck look in her eyes, makes you wish that you could go on a million chases with her.

seeing her smile afterwards, knowing that she's made a difference in some way and that you're both safe, is also a beautiful experience. her smile is like sunshine and rainbows to you, especially after witnessing a tornado first-hand.

kate being able to go on chases with you is therapeutic for her too, after she gets past the initial fear. but, if you do get hurt in some way, she's going to be incredibly worried for you. though you understood the risks, as she did, she also can't help but think back. it'll take some convincing to let you back with her on a chase, but she ultimately does end up feeling more comfortable with you close to her during a storm than away from her.

lily

like boone, lily can be a little eccentric at times. she says things that can make you laugh even during the worst situations, and she always sticks her neck out to make sure that you're safe

granted, she might be more nervous than anyone else to go on a chase with you. the first time you ask her to take you on a chase, she's going to be apprehensive. i doubt she'll even be the deciding factor, it will probably be boone or gabi who convinces her that you're going to be okay.

seeing her during chases is always fun, though. hearing her crack little jokes that make nobody but you laugh, watching her in her element, speaking so expertly about the weather, is something that makes your heart feel warm.

she's going to keep you close, too. even though she won't insist that you ride with her, she prefers it when you do. she likes to keep an eye on you, sure, but she also just loves having you physically close.

holding your hand, wrapping an arm around you, letting you rest your head on her shoulder until you see the tornado and after you're out of harms way. she likes having you close to begin with, but it gives her a bit more confidence than she otherwise would have.

also, having you on camera holding her hand when she can naturally be a little awkward in front of the camera? it relaxes her, even though you're both still on the edge of your seat because of the work that you're doing.

lily does tend to be protective - naturally - but she's a little more shy about it so she doesn't always express it. she doesn't want you to feel overwhelmed, so you often reassure her that you don't mind if she's a little protective.

in the event of you getting hurt, she'll do everything she can to make sure that you get to a medical professional and that you're tended to in the meantime. though, i think she enjoys patching you up herself sometimes.

scott

this man will tell you straight to your face that he doesn't care if you get hurt if you ask him about it, and honestly, he probably believes that he's telling the truth.

he's going to spend most of the time worried about the numbers, worried about money and absolutely nothing else. he doesn't even seem awfully invested in the weather or storms, so much as he is in the dollar signs associated with them.

when you go on a chase with him, you don't often enjoy it at first because he can come off as so emotionless and because he really doesn't seem all that bothered by the idea of you not making it back.

things change when something actually does go wrong. if a storm is stronger than usual, he's going to be a little bit on edge. he's worried about himself, sure, but he's making sure every other second that you're not hurt and that you're alive. for someone who doesn't care, he certainly comes across like he does.

if you end up injured, he's going to insist that you never go on a chase again, and will only change his mind after you've recovered. but, after that, chases are different because not only do you know that he cares if you're hurt, but he also has found out that he cares if you're hurt.

he'll become almost overbearing with how protective he is after that, but you won't be able to be upset about it. after so long of him acting like he doesn't care at all, it's nice to have concrete proof that he'd be upset if something happened to you.

he also insists that you ride with him. he doesn't trust anyone else to keep you safe after the incident, even if it happened when he was around. he isn't going to let anyone put your life in harm's way, so he insists that you're with him at all times.

tyler

tyler is so fun to go on chases with!

he seems incredibly calm about it, even though you know for a fact that he's still just as scared of tornadoes as he was the first time that he ever saw one.

if it's your first chase, he's going to feel responsible for showing you the ropes and making sure that you know what your doing. meaning: he may as well have a binder of information that he's going to present to you.

it can be hard to forget that he's so educated with how he acts sometimes, but that fun persona is barely there when he's teaching you everything about 'chase safety' and 'what's in the truck' and 'what not to touch' and 'when to get out of the vehicle' and literally everything under the sun. some of these things are just common sense, but he's touching all his bases.

when he knows that you know what you're doing, he brings you along but makes sure that his predictions are a baby tornado. something so small that he knows you're not going to be at risk.

when he eventually lets you level up to bigger tornadoes, you get to see more of his personality. he also, like boone, likes to go all out to impress you. he totally makes sure to stock up on rockets, fireworks, flares, anything that he can really think of so he can impress you and make you smile.

but that's another fun thing about him on chases, he absolutely loves making you smile. he'll say the most out of pocket stuff out of no where just because it makes you laugh.

if you get hurt, he's absolutely petrified and will volunteer to patch up your wounds even if your injury is something as small as you twisting an ankle on the way out of the truck or your knee smacking into the glove box.

[domoqueen]

End of a Great Story 🪽🥹

[b1mbodoll]

gettinf high with perv jake .. or perv hoon …. or both… theyre both trying to convince you to keep taking hits <333 even holding the joint up to ur lips to get u to do it 🙂‍↕️ wld probably shotgun w u too 😖 parting your lips with a finger before exhaling into your mouth 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 theyd pull you onto their lap, maybe even getting a bit rough bcs theyre Possessive n both of them want you in their lap 😓 takin advantage of how dumb n ditzy u get <3 tugging at your top n pawing at your tits, maybe even rubbin ur cunt over your panties until theyre drenched <333 idk just them bein gross n icky

[prettygirl-gabi]

Skin to Skin

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Rating: General Audiences

Warning:Fluffy fluff, even more fluff, very boring but cute aftercare

Category:F/M

Fandom: Matt Sturniolo (Sturniolo Triplets)

Relationships: !boyfriend Matt Sturniolo x f reader

Summary: imagine laying on top of matt skin to skin after sex and he’s just carresing the back of ur head 😢

This came from @mattscoquette and her anonymous ask.... I hope I did it justice and I hope I did it well

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I lay on top of Matt, our bodies warm and tangled, the only sounds in the room being the quiet hum of the city outside and our slowed breaths. My head rests against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear is comforting. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders, his hand moving slowly up and down my back, tracing small, soothing circles. I feel safe, cocooned in the warmth of his skin and the softness of his touch.

Neither of us says anything for a while, content in the shared silence. I close my eyes, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. The room is dimly lit, a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows over us. I can feel him occasionally shift, his fingers grazing the back of my neck, sliding up into my hair, then back down to the base of my spine. I love the way he touches me—so careful, as if I might slip away if he’s not gentle enough.

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, his voice a soft rumble that I feel more than I hear.

I nod, too relaxed to open my eyes just yet. "Mhm," I murmur, nestling closer. "I'm perfect."

He laughs, a quiet sound, and I feel his chest vibrate beneath me. "Perfect, huh?" He shifts slightly, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. "I can live with that."

I smile, opening my eyes to look up at him. His face is relaxed, his eyes soft and sleepy. There’s something in his gaze that makes my heart flutter—a kind of tenderness that he usually hides beneath his usual jokes and laid-back attitude. But right now, with just the two of us here, he doesn’t hold anything back.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, almost like he doesn’t mean to say it out loud. His hand moves up to cradle the back of my head, his thumb tracing a gentle line along my cheek. "I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this."

My cheeks flush, and I look away, a little embarrassed. "Stop," I mumble, though I don’t really want him to.

But he shakes his head, his gaze steady. "No. I mean it. You’re... you’re everything." His words are soft, sincere, and they settle in my chest, warm and comforting.

I close my eyes again, letting his words sink in. It's moments like these that make everything worth it—the late-night conversations, the small, quiet gestures, the laughter we share. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this connected to someone, like we’re two parts of the same whole.

After a few more minutes, I shift, lifting myself up just enough to meet his gaze. "You don’t have to be all sweet, you know," I tease, though my voice comes out softer than I intended. "I’m not going anywhere."

He smiles, his fingers brushing against my temple. "I know," he says, pulling me back down to his chest. "But I want to. I like being sweet to you."

His words make my heart ache in the best way. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, feeling his warmth seep into me. It’s quiet again, and I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the moment. I feel him press a soft kiss to the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment before he settles back against the pillow.

"Are you tired?" he asks after a while, his voice low.

I shake my head, running my hand up his side, feeling the way his muscles shift beneath my touch. "Not really. I just want to stay like this."

"Good," he murmurs, tightening his arm around me. "Because I’m not letting you go."

We lay there for a while longer, wrapped up in each other. His fingers never stop moving, tracing gentle patterns along my back, his touch grounding me, reminding me that he’s here, that this is real.

Eventually, I break the silence, lifting my head to look at him again. "What are you thinking about?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looks at me, his gaze soft, thoughtful. "Just… you. Us. How lucky I am."

His words hit me, filling me with a warmth that I can’t quite put into words. "I’m the lucky one," I whisper, brushing my fingers over his jawline. "I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this."

He smiles, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Me neither," he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. "But I don’t want it any other way."

I close my eyes, letting his words wash over me, letting myself believe them. There’s a vulnerability in moments like this, a kind of raw, unfiltered honesty that makes me feel closer to him than ever. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

He shifts slightly, adjusting the blankets around us, making sure I’m comfortable. His touch is gentle, reassuring, like he’s trying to tell me without words that he’ll always be here, that he’ll always take care of me.

"I love you," he whispers, almost like he’s afraid to break the quiet, but his words settle over me like a blanket, warm and comforting.

I look up at him, my heart swelling. "I love you too," I whisper back, my voice thick with emotion.

He pulls me closer, his hand moving up to cradle the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair. And in that moment, I know that this is where I belong—right here, in his arms, safe and loved.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨��

[leviismybby]

Yelena: "You called me a whore, you made fun of my weight, you gave me the finger-"

Levi: "And you called my kids stupid."

[mikyapixie]

Attack On Titan: LAST ATTACK New Countdown Illustration!!!

[livelaughlovesubs]

Click on the picture for better quality!!

When I saw this, I immediately thought of Gabriel

Btw idk who that photo belongs to, found it over Pinterest

[xypheris]

Levi: Why are you looking at me like that?

Y/N: I’m trying to figure out if you ever did smile... or if it was just a rumor.

[gabatronnie]

waking up with the hazbin girlies

featuring: charlie, vaggie, cherri, lute, velvette, rosie

warnings: steamy makeouts, mentions of sex

CHARLIE:

it’s a 50/50 with charlie depending on which one of you woke up first

if you woke up first, she’d be much more  drowsy, especially if it’s you waking her up because she has work to get done or places to be

she needs a lot of encouragement to get out of bed, but nothing too loud, charlie is only 50% in the room with us when she first wakes up, and anything too quiet she won’t catch, and anything too loud just startles the poor girl

however if charlie wakes up, things are a bit different

charlie is the kind of person who needs to wake up on their own terms, otherwise she’ll be like a zombie

if charlie wakes up before you, she’s already a good bit ready, and as you approach her, she can’t help but pepper your face in kisses as she hands you breakfast

LUTE:

lute is very punctual and almost always has work in the morning, so she’s not one to dote on you all too much, and she’s most definitely up earlier than you are

honestly, lute loves when you sit and admire her as she gets ready for work, just dreamily staring at her as she does a simple, mundane task like brushing her teeth

she’ll never admit it, but everytime you pack lute lunch before she’s off to work, her stomach flutters a little more each time, and she’ll just about malfunction if you write her a heart-felt note on a napkin saying that you love her and that she’s working so hard. will she admit this? no. but does she love it? you bet your ass she does

VELVETTE:

velvette’s a complainer when it comes to waking up in the morning, especially if she has to go into the office

honestly, you have to wake her up a solid 30 minutes before she needs to even start getting ready because best believe you guys are having a morning makeout sesh (which might i mention, happens nearly every morning, which potentially leads to some rough morning sex)

on the topic of making out, vel THRIIIVES off of that shit, she loves feeling your lips, or having her tongue around yours

she’s not one to wake you up though, she lets you do that on your own, especially because she doesn’t see a point in waking you up unless you have somewhere to be

© gabatronnie - don't translate, heavily inspire, feed my work to ai, or repost it on other platforms.

[prongspoet]

broken hearted | luke castellan.

first time writing for luke, so hope this is okay! tell me what u think in the reblogs i would love to know and get more luke asks!

summary: the curse of cabin 10 makes aphrodite!reader pretend to date her best friend so she doesn't have to cause a heartbreak to her actual crush. even though, at the end of it, she's the only one who had her heart broken. major inspo from this concept.

"You're staring." y/n' best friend, luke castellan, head counselor of the hermes cabin, pointed the fact out, side eying the girl right at his side, after looking at the boy sword training in front of them.

"he's staring back." the aphrodite girl said with a grin. the sunlight bathing her head making it comfortingly warm. luke would know, since he was the one caressing it while she laid down next to him. both of them on the grass, enjoying the late afternoon at camp. "so..."

michael dawson, ares' kid, was, in fact, staring. luke couldn't blame him, the way his best friend looked made everyone pay attention to her. she didn't even had to try. and still, the swordfighting happening in front of them made luke even more sure that mike needed a way so she could notice him. not naturally, but somehow, it worked, since the girl payed attention to him as soon as he started.

"oh well, like mother like daughter, huh. " he continued, in a mocking tone, holding his laugh, raising himself by his elbows, before taking one of his hands to the girl's arm. "your siblings wouldn't be too happy to see the goody two shoes dating an ares' kid, would they?"

"gods, don't fucking say that." she giggled, hiding her face with both of her hands. she went quiet for a second, still staring at the boy. "ares' kid or not.." y/n sighed, pouting slightly. "mike's nicer than the others, he wouldn't deserve to be a guinea pig."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i have to do.” the girl muttered, with a soft sigh. she couldn't blame her mother, she worshipped aphrodite; her beauty, her power, her knowledge and her actions. that didn't mean that she enjoyed the judgment. the need to make someone else feel miserable just because she could. it wasn't fair. "the first love heart break thing."

"i'm glad i'm not in his shoes, that's for sure." the boy whispered, with a chuckle, still trying to be as quiet as possible. his thumb caressing her arm incessantly. it made her skin burn. in a second, y/n abruptly raised her chin, getting supported by her elbows, getting muffled groan from luke, once it hit his ribs. "what is it?"

"you could be!"

"am i your first love, daisy?" he raised one of his eyebrows, with a mischievous grin stamped on the boys face. the scar in his eye making itself more clear. "you should have told me sooner- ouch!"

"shut up, hero. listen to me!" he knew that tone. and as anyone else who had a single bit of sense, he kept quiet, wanting nothing more to hear her insane idea. "we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend." the smile on her delicate face kept getting bigger as she explained her brilliant - yet not completely effective - idea. "i could pretend to break your heart. no one gets hurt, i can stay with mike after is over, and my mom ends up being proud of me!"

the aphrodite girl stared at him expectedly, hoping he would buy her insane plan, hoping he could save her from doing something he never imagined her doing it. luke got quiet for a minute. his eyes were darker than usual. he couldn't stand that. y/n knew her best friend well enough to know that he meant to say something. he never truly did. "you shouldn't be looking for her approval."

"i'm not searching for approval i'm just trying to prove myself.."

"you don't have to prove your devotion to her by doing this." his tone stern, more quiet. colder. "you burn offerings for her every single day. you pray, you're always expressing how incredible she is."

"you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

and suddenly, the idea seemed more appealing than ever. she wasn't using her charmspeak on him. no, luke knew how sugary and sweet y/n's words could be when she wanted to. at that moment, his best friend was just being honest. and even though he could retribute that feeling, luke felt that he needed to do it. just for her.

"yeah," he nodded. defeated. "fine, i'll do it."

"really?" the girl hugged him tight. more excited than ever. "thank you boyfriend!"

"yeah, yeah." he grinned, letting her rest her head on his chest, carefully watching y/n closing her eyes, like nothing else would ever bother her. "just don't be too mean when you dump me."

pretending was easy.

they've always been stuck to each other. having dinner with each other. burning offerings with each other. planning capture the flag with each other. training, swimming, talking, sneaking out to parties. always with one right after the other.

it wasn't supposed to be different, they just had to make it more believable.

"we should be holding hands," y/n pointed out as the couple walked calmly to the main area, where dinner was starting. "silena asked me why we never hold hands if we're dating, so i thought we could make it more..."

"real, yeah." luke nodded, grabbing her hand right the next second she spoke. "c'mon, girlfriend, hurry up." he grinned, and she couldn't help but grin back. "i'm starving."

luke could do that. he could kiss her in front of people, and tell everyone the way they got together. he could hold hands with her, caress her back and almost have a heart attack when she kissed him behind his ear. he could live with that, yeah. it was normal. it was pretending.

until it started to change. suddenly. quickly.

he noticed her. the eyes, the shape of her face, the way her eyebrows moved when she laughed, and the look she gave him every single time she entered a room he was already in, and luke couldn't help but pay attention at her soft hair, how excited she became while looking at pretty flowers, and especially, how her fingers felt against his own scalp when they needed to do some pretending. she was an aphrodite kid after all. y/n was charming. y/n was lovely. y/n was his girlfriend, at least for a while.

and she couldn't help but notice him either. how his scar looked more bright when they. the subtle, yet attentive and gentle way he taught her how to hold a sword, how to train, how to fight. the infuriating way at how he held her chin up slightly, every single time, before sealing his lips against hers.

and for once, neither of them were pretending.

the bonfire started earlier that night, but the couple came to it late; y/n helped one of her sisters who was in a small crises, and her sweet caring boyfriend waited for her by the aphrodite cabin's door, holding her hand as soon as she got out, so they could sit together at one of the logs, full of campers, chartering, telling stories, and enjoying the peacefulness that the simple event emanate.

luke choose one of the back logs for a reason, it was darker, harder to anyone else to see them. even so, as soon as the boy started to leave little pecks at her jaw, he was able to hear some whistles and exclamations. teenagers were gonna be teenagers after all.

"alright," y/n sat upstraight, taking a deep breath before continuing. "you can't do that here."

"i'm just having fun!" the boy said with a mischievous grin. he knew way to well what he was doing. she hoped he would do it forever. the teasing, the almost getting caught made her heart sink every time. "you are my girlfriend after all."

"don't get ahead of yourself, hero." she muttered, grinning at him, before sealing lips with him again. "i still have to break your heart."

"are you sure about that?" he furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to be offended, but getting right back at his job pretty quickly. "i'll just enjoy it until the time comes then."

she laughed, taking her head back so he could have full access to her neck, delicately taking one of her hands to his scalp. and he noticed how much he loved that sound. so much in a way he wished he could bottle it up so he could taste it every time he felt miserable. that wasn't possible. but y/n promised that as long as they were together, he was allowed to make her laugh any time he wanted to, if if meant getting him happy.

that's why it hurt even more when he did what he did.

when he revealed himself to be the traitor.

"come with me."

"i'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" she cried out, feeling her heart beating faster than ever. "you're not thinking straight. you're not. you're not like this, i-" the words got caught up in her throat. y/n felt like she could pass out at any minute. "i know you luke." her voice was a mere pleading by then, hoping with all her soul he would hear. "you wouldn't do this to me."

"you mean a lot to me, daisy, but this is fucking different."

he was different, and she finally noticed. his eyes darker, his tone stern, and the way he held himself up, like he was prepared for a fight.

y/n would never fight him.

and he would never fight her, right?

and when luke turned his back against her, letting the aphrodite girl caught up with a sob, furrowing her eyebrows, feeling the tears already soaking up her eyes, y/n thought she understood.

maybe aphrodite didn't buy it. and even if she did, she knew it started out with a lie. y/n was playing house. thinking she could be smarter than her mom, she could prove it to everyone else how that curse was a lie, and that nothing would happen to the one that didn't completed it.

but it did happend.

no demigod could ever stand out a god. y/n was no exception.

and she finally understood that.

by the end of the day, y/n went back to her well known cabin, shamefully, missing her radiant aura and pretty smile, hiding a shattered heart in her pocket.

[ficfaun]

Heya Faun! Can you write a hedonistic male fallen angel whose life's goal is to be as hedonistic as possible? He is very vain and filled with smarm but he has a soft spot for the woman (the reader) who tempted him into abandoning his ways as a servant of heaven.

Hell yeah! This was really fun and also probably the first thing I've ever finished since starting this blog 💀

Two of the paragraphs turned like dark gray as I edited on Tumblr so I hope it doesn't post messed up, also I hope you like it!

Caution! Contains : Blasphemy, Biting, Pinning, Edging, Dirty talk, Good 'Ol (Fallen) Angel Dick™, Momentary fluff at the end

"I gave up everything for you," your fallen angel growls into the shell of your ear as he pins you to the mattress. Despite the firm tone of his voice and being pinned face down on your shared bed, you had never felt a more tender hold on your hands as his, the backs of your hands feeling secure in his palms. "I tore myself from the heavens," he continues, practically ripping your panties off of you in his rush to expose your pussy.

"And I'd do it again," he runs his fingers through your folds, gathering a bit of your slick on them before beginning to rub tantalizingly soft circles around your clit. Just enough pressure to make you whimper for more, yet not enough to get you over the edge. Your fallen angel bf could play you like a damned instrument- and god, did he love to show you that he knew it, too. Especially as you began to try and grind against his fingers, searching for that sweet spot between "barely not enough" and "just right," but no matter how much you squirm beneath him, you couldn't escape his hand pinning you by the wrists.

He picks up his pace the tiniest bit as he leans down, inhaling at the nape of your neck as if your scent alone were enough to get him drunk. You feel his hardened length twitch against the side of your thigh as he begins a long, deliberate lick from the back of your shoulder to your neck, stopping just behind your ear where he finally exhales in a hot breath. The attacks to your senses are enough to make you shudder and clench your thighs tighter around his hand while your cunt throbs against him in turn. The sounds coming from your sopping warmth are increasingly obscene with each movement of his wrist. It isn't long before you're gasping and writhing, gripping your hands together as if in prayer.

Thankfully, he must be feeling particularly merciful tonight because after a moment of him admiring the view of you below him, he gives you what you want- what he knows you really want. What you both want, truly. He slips one of his fingers into your dripping sex, barely needing much time for you to adjust before adding a second. Still so torturously slow, eliciting a whine from you as you feel your walls twitching against his digits as he continues the pumping motion against that sweet spot that always has you becoming a mess beneath him- just like he likes. The view is enough to make him groan before he speaks again. "Yes, I'd certainly do it all once more... If only just to get a taste of your sweet cunt while you beg beneath me like the little god damned temptress you are."

"Please more- God, fuck-" the edge is so close you can practically taste it as he goes on, grazing deeper and harder in precise movements. "Just fuck me- please-" the pleading is in vain as he withdraws his fingers from you entirely, drawing a whine from you.

"Patience is a virtue..." You can tell from the sound of his voice that he's wearing that all-too-fucking-hot self assured grin of his that drives you crazy. He positions his other leg around you, keeping your legs closed between his while he slots his cock between your folds. "Though, being able to witness your beauty like this, to make you plead and beg..." Your fallen angel bites his lip and exhales breathily, grinding his dick between the soaked lips of your cunt, ensuring his length grazes your clit in just the right way. You can hear his many wings flutter as you desperately try to grind back against him, seeking the friction as much as he is, if not more.

"Who fucking needs virtues anymore?" He hisses in your ear as he buries his cock inside of you with a hushed curse and satisfied groan. The question must have been rhetorical, as he bottoms out in that first thrust of his hips, hitting spots that make you cry out in pleasure.

He stayed like that for a moment, whether to allow yourself to adjust to his size or to allow himself to adjust to how deliciously tight your walls gripped his length would be anyone's guess, especially with how you could feel him throbbing so hard inside you. This was always your favorite part- when he would stop teasing and finally join you in your pleasure, in the pleasure he gave you every time without fail. You could recall the expression his monstrously angelic features made every time in your mind that you could practically envision it on his face behind you now as he dragged his hand to grip the soft pliant flesh of your hip.

After giving your hip a little squeeze, he lightly trailed a finger up your side, sandwiching his hand between your squishy form and the mattress to grope at your tit and circle over your nipple before freeing his hand and planting it firmly above you. He leans in and kisses your cheek gently, trailing small kisses down your cheek to the lobe of your ear and down your neck as he begins a measured pace with his hips, pausing his sweet kisses just above the crook of your neck where it meets your shoulder. The instant his sharp teeth meet that tender spot as you hiss in delighted pain, the momentum of his thrusts increase.

Once again you're reminded that you're his instrument, that he knows how to play you, how to create a melody through your moans, your whimpers, your sputtered pleas. You're not performing alone, though, because just as he plays you, the sounds you draw from him are just as erotically melodic, downright sinful. The two of you love to hear it, to hear yourselves together in the throes of lust and passion, your duet only serving to heighten one another's sensations and overwhelming bliss. He fucks into that same sweet spot with fervor, determined to push you over the edge as you so desire.

"Cum," he pleads breathily into your ear, "grace me- fffucking- grace me with the feeling of your sinfully perfect pussy- ngh- clenching around me" he urges you and you listen, finally bounding past the edge that he kept teasing you to. With each wave causing you to tighten around his cock you can feel more and ore blinding ecstasy as he fucks you through it, his own orgasm not far behind. Each spurt of cum within you only serves to drag out your euphoria, leaving you a whimpering, overstimulated mess by the end.

Given a few moments to catch your breath, he pulls out and flips you onto your back in order to drink in your beautifully fucked out expression. The sight sends a pleasant chill up his spine as he coos and trills quietly above you in praise. It isn't long before he's pressing his still-hard length against you once more.

"You humans say that he made you in his image," he scoffs to himself as he goes on, "but you weren't- only you." He begins to move his hips, using the mixture of your combined releases as lube for him to grind against you. "His image wasn't nearly so awestriking, so movingly beautiful, so perfect." Each point is emphasized by a drawn out movement of his hips, "He exceeded his own image with you. When he made you just for me."

It was no secret that he was pushed from the heavens to find you. Before you, when he was simply an angel, he had been so judgemental of humans to the point of distaste. He couldn't understand why so many humans fell victim to sins, thought it ridiculous and pathetic. That's when God decided to cast him from heaven, to force him to fall in order to find you and indulge in those very temptations, to see how easy it was to fall victim to them no matter your station or mortality.

Once he found you, he was certainly a fallen angel in more than one way.

"You're so perfect," He whispers as a grin spreads across his face. "Now... Are you ready to go again?"

[gltzpzy]

wholesome mig and gabi pillow fight for the soul ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ

[politemenacephd]

A Winter Stroll

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (ft. baby Gabriella)

Short AU where you and Miguel take your baby Gabi for a stroll in the park while its cold. Pure romantic fluff.

Word count: 1992

‘Hey, are you sure she’s covered?’

You glanced up and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air, its haze obscuring the face now glancing down at you from above. You watched it dissipate.

Miguel was staring down at you, his gloved hands manically rubbing against each other as he tried to warm them up.

‘Hmm? You mean Gabi?’

You turned from your beloved partner to what you'd been pushing; a clean, padded purple stroller that you’d only just bought, currently carrying the most precious cargo in the world to you both.

Little Gabi peeked out from beneath her coverings, her big brown eyes blinking against the cold. You instinctively bent down to check on her.

‘Hey, baby girl. You okay?’

You’d decided to take a small break and go on a walk in the local park, just something to get Miguel out and about. He was usually so restless but since Gabi was born he’d been nearly bed bound, utterly fixed to her side. His favourite thing was to spoon you beneath the sheets in your shared bed while facing Gabi’s crib, watching the mobile spin as she gurgled and cooed, holding you all in his grip and never letting go. If he had the chance he’d do that until the end of time.

But you insisted he at least get some movement into his day, and so he’d agreed to this short stroll, not realizing just how chilly it still was.

It was the kind of cold you could smell. When you breathed in through the nose it stung just a little, and all you could really scent was the ice on the grass.

Because of this the park was almost empty, spare for one woman and her dog in the distance, and the trees were bare and dark. The sky was empty and blue, like a still ocean in a timeless void. The world had been coated in a kind of dull, muted sheen, a dreamlike dullness.

Everything was still, quiet, sleeping. The grass crunched underfoot, and your shoes made little echoing clacks on the hard pavement when you walked across it. There was no sound but the single chirping of a robin somewhere nearby.

It was serene, to you, but to Miguel it was a little bit terrifying.

‘Gabi’s fine’ you insisted, gently reaching down to show her. She was utterly bundled in blankets and was wearing her oversized little parka onesie in his favourite shade of purple, and the only thing you could see was her little nose and her big eyes. She was blinking slowly, too young to really see but too curious to sleep.

Miguel curled his lip, his brows knotting against his will. ‘Mm- let me, just, check her again, please? Mi tesoro?’

‘Oh Miggy, you—okay, okay. You check her all you want.’

You graciously stepped aside for him to bend over, and he did, though not before giving your cold nose a quick kiss. You giggled at his insistence.

The moment he got close to Gabi his face lit up. Those old, worn, tired lines seemed to melt away in her presence. He looked so much younger.

With her father now in her line of sight Gabi’s eyes suddenly locked on. She focused in on his face and warbled softly.

‘Hola, mi amor’ he whispered. Gabi garbled a little louder in response.

When he smiled his breath condensed around his bared fangs, a soft white mist that highlighted the pearly sheen of his teeth. You saw the little wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the sign of a man who was gleefully exhausted.

‘Ah, mi bebita. ¿Tienes frío?’

Gabi gurgled beneath her pile of blankets. She managed to get one tiny fist free but Miguel immediately tucked it back in, though he did pause to admire how small it looked in his own enormous hand. Her little fist barely covered his thumb.

‘Sweetheart, she can’t talk yet’ you gently reminded him. You bent until you were at the same height, gently easing him away from the object of his obsession. His eyes were wide beneath the stray locks of his hair, big and soft and red.

‘I- I know, that, but—’

‘Mhm. You always say you know, and yet, you just keep doing it.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, and despite his awkwardness he smiled back.

‘I just want to be sure she’s okay’ he whispered. With your smile still straining your cheeks you gently bumped your temple against his.

‘I know. But you know I want that too, right?’

‘Of course, mi tesoro! I wasn’t suggesting otherwise.’

‘Mhm. I know, but, consider, that constantly asking if she’s warm enough, it—’

You held out your hand to prompt him, and he begrudgingly shrugged. ‘It- sounds like I don’t trust you to do a good enough job.’

‘There you go. You know you’re very smart, you should be a scientist maybe. Have you thought about that?’

‘Aha, funny. Diablilla.’

You giggled as he gently clacked his fangs on your cheek.

‘You wanna keep going? We can turn back if you really want, in all honesty I don’t want to freak you out’ you said.

Miguel shook his head. ‘No, no, you’re right. She’s fine. You know best, as always.’

‘Oh my god- you big suck up’ you teasingly chided.

‘Mhm. Happily. The most beautiful creature in the world’ he said, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. You snorted in reply.

‘I don’t know about that. My- nose is running into my scarf, and my hair—’

Your list of complaints was stifled as Miguel put a single finger to your lips, smooshing them shut. With his gaze fixed on your's he then gently pulled up his sleeve and wiped your nose clean.

‘Beautiful’ he repeated, without a shadow of doubt or hesitation.

Despite the cold, you felt your body burning up.

‘Alright, you—come on, let’s go’ you said, trying to cover how coy you’d suddenly gotten. Miguel hid his smug smile at having very much already noticed it.

With his fears now quelled you both pulled back and continued walking, with your hands on the stroller and Miguel’s arm around your waist. He squeezed you tight to his side. Your head was squished against his pec beneath his jacket, and the woven material was soft against your cold skin. You relished the feeling.

‘Do you think it’s likely to snow soon?’ Miguel asked as you rounded the corner to the pond. You noticed that a light sheen of ice was covering the water.

‘Mm- if I had to give an educated guess… Probably?’ You hunched both shoulders as you weight the option with both hands.

‘Mm. I can’t wait till she’s older. It’ll be so nice to take her out when she can enjoy the snow’ Miguel said with a dreamy sigh.

‘Oh my god- I’m sorry, did you just said you can’t wait till she’s older?’

Your scoffing drew Miguel’s eyes back to you. He looked surprised. ‘Hm? Yes. Why, is that, strange?’ he asked.

‘For you? The man who almost cried when she didn’t fit into her very first onesie, the one she was put into when she was born? Yeah, it’s strange.’

‘Hey, don’t be mean. That’s different’ he insisted.

‘No, no it's not. You’re going to lament her getting older at every turn.’

‘Well- that's natural, isn't it? She’s just so- small’ he objected, trying his best to seem stoic while clearly whining. You felt his claws coming out as he squeezed you a little closer. ‘She’s my baby.'

‘And she’ll be your baby whether she’s one month old, or one year old, or thirty years old, or- god, eighty years old, you big soppy idiot’ you lightly teased, raising one hand to grab his thickset jaw. You squished his cheeks with your thumb and fingers and shook him until he chuckled.

‘Okay. Okay. Point taken. But I mean it, it’ll be nice to see if she enjoys the snow’ Miguel said.’

‘Oh it’ll be great. I bet she’ll be a real wild card, I think she’ll like snowball fights. She’ll beat our asses some day.’

‘You think so?’

‘Oh I KNOW so, she’s her father’s daughter. A menace.’

‘Menace? No, not my bebita, she’s itty bitty’ Miguel insisted. You just kept giggling.

‘Mm, no, nope, no, menace. Little menace.’

You bent and gently waved your fingers on Gabi’s cheeks as she cooed, a sound that never failed to melt your heart.

‘Menace’ you repeated affectionately. ‘Our little menace.’

For a little while longer you enjoyed the cold in peace and quiet. You were comfortable being quiet with Mig, or by letting your actions speak for you. Every little bump of your head into his bicep, every squeeze of his hand, each time he silently checked if your nose was close and subsequently kissed it. That was all enough.

But as you rounded towards the end of your walk, that silence ended.

‘Hey, I uh—’

Miguel coughed to catch your attention, drawing you to look at him again. He was avoiding your gaze now, which you found a little odd, with his free hand gently rubbing his jaw.

‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, beautiful man. You go right ahead.’

You returned to watching the pathway ahead as you waited for Miguel to speak. He coughed a second time to pluck up his courage, a sight that was strange for such an imposing man.

‘Ah- can—can we have another one?’ he whispered.

You almost tripped over your own feet in shock.

‘Ah, shit— sweetheart, are you okay?!’ Miguel moved fast to stabilize you that his claws expanded. You shot him an incredulous look.

‘Mig- Miguel, she is three months old!’ you hissed. ‘What do you mean another one?!’

‘I just meant, you’re- you make such beautiful babies’ he whispered, his voice as low as possible while remaining just as intense as if he’d shouted. You felt your whole body tingle at the unexpected softness.

‘And Gabi looks so lonely, you know, she—’ Miguel was stumbling on his words as you put your hands to your hips. ‘You just- beautiful babies, really, just the most- beautiful. She's so perfect. And she looks lonely.’

‘My god, what a compelling argument’ you said drolly, though you could feel yourself already smiling. ‘I don’t know though, it’s been a while. You might be out of practise for making more.’

You savoured the little spark in his eyes, the gleam of red that brightened his gaze. It was an intrinsic curiosity, a deep-rooted hunger for one specific thing.

‘Mhm. Mhm. Well- I’d, have to prove you otherwise then, wouldn’t I?’ he whispered back. You hated how quickly you melted at his husky voice.

‘You would’ you said, leaning in closer. You held him there, with those narrowed eyes and that eager smile, before bringing him down with a gently clap to the chest. ‘You would, if we didn’t have a literal newborn.’

‘Oh, mi tesoro—’

‘Come on dummy, let’s get home’ you said, your voice firm even though you were still smiling. ‘If she falls asleep when we get in, I might be able to make time for a quick shower. You know, to get warm again.’

The way Miguel arched his neck the moment you said ‘shower’ never failed to amuse you. He certainly looked extra large beneath all that padded clothing.

‘Mm… Okay. Deal.’

To your surprise, Miguel then quickly swooped the stroller out of your hands and began pushing Gabi home, all while cooing at her over the rim.

‘Shh, you’re feeling sleepy, aren’t you bebita? ¿Estás cansada? ¿Si?’

As Miguel resorted to singing lullabies you were forced to jog slightly to catch up with him, your panted breath billowing clouds of smoke around your flustered face.

Sadly, while Miguel did get that shower, you were both too cold to indulge in anything but huddling together like sad penguins, and jealously hogging the water as much as you could.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

Rating: Mature

Warning: Vinnie being a munch..oral (fem receiving), reader has some thicc thighs MDNI!!

I repeat MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Category: F/M

Fandom: Vinnie hacker...

Relationships: Vinnie Hacker x black f reader

Summary: Vinnie being a munch before his stream...

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Vinnie’s POV

It’s not often I get the luxury of waking up before her, but when I do, I make the most of it. The early morning light spills through the blinds, casting a soft glow on her smooth brown skin. She’s curled up on her side, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her hair is freshly done—a crown of thick, shiny braids that she got done yesterday. She looks like a goddess.

But that’s not why I’m awake. No, I’ve been staring at her thick thighs peeking out from under the covers for the past five minutes. Those thighs that drive me insane every single time. I swallow hard, knowing I have a full day ahead of me—a 24-hour stream I promised my fans—but before I let the day steal me away from her, I have to make this moment ours.

I shift carefully, peeling the blankets off her without waking her. She stirs, mumbling something incoherent, and I freeze. Once I’m sure she’s still asleep, I get to work, kissing the inside of her thighs and trailing upward.

“Mmm... Vinnie?” Her voice is groggy, but there’s a hint of amusement laced in her tone.

“Morning, baby,” I mumble against her skin.

“Vinnie, what are you—” Her words cut off into a soft gasp as I slide her legs apart gently.

“Just let me take care of you,” I whisper, already lost in her scent, her warmth.

She moans softly, and I swear, it’s the best sound in the world. I take my time, savoring every second, every taste, every reaction. She tries to push my head away at one point, half-heartedly, but I grip her thighs firmly, holding her in place.

“Vinnie, you’re such a—”

“A munch?” I finish for her, grinning against her.

Her laughter is breathy and light. “Yes. A damn munch.”

I don’t argue. She’s not wrong. I keep going until she’s trembling beneath me, her hands clawing at my shoulders and back. She leaves marks—I know she does—but I can’t bring myself to care. She tastes like chocolate-covered strawberries, and I tell her as much when she finally catches her breath.

“You’re insane,” she says, panting as she pulls the covers back over her.

“Insanely in love with you,” I counter, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Her braids smell like coconut oil and heaven.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” she mutters, but I catch the small smile tugging at her lips.

Fast forward two hours later, and I’m sitting in front of my PC, logging into my stream. I decided to stream shirtless today—partly because it’s comfortable, but mostly because she stole my shirt after I showered. Seeing her tiny frame swallowed up in my oversized shirt did things to me, but I had a schedule to keep.

“Yo, what’s up, chat?” I greet my viewers, running a hand through my hair. Comments flood in immediately, the chat scrolling so fast I can barely keep up.

“Bro, why are you shirtless?”

“Vinnie, what happened to your back??”

“Why are your lips so swollen???”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Man, y’all are nosy today.”

The questions keep coming, though.

“Did you get in a fight?”

“Did you fall or something?”

I glance over at her sitting on the couch behind me, still wearing my shirt, her thick thighs on full display. She’s scrolling through her phone, pretending not to notice me staring.

“Nah,” I say, smirking. “No fight. No fall. Just... let’s call it ‘relationship perks.’”

Chat explodes.

“WHAT???”

“VINNIE EXPLAIN.”

“PERKS???”

She looks up from her phone and arches an eyebrow at me. “Relationship perks, huh?”

“What?” I shoot back, grinning. “It’s true.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, and that only makes me laugh harder.

About halfway through the stream, I’m taking a break to grab water when she wanders into the kitchen. She’s still wearing my shirt, and it’s slipping off one shoulder, exposing her soft, brown skin. She’s so tiny—barely reaching my chest, but she packs enough attitude for someone twice her size.

“Hey,” I call out, pulling her into my arms before she can escape.

“Vinnie, you’re live,” she says, swatting at my hands, though she doesn’t pull away.

“They can wait,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Then, because I can’t help myself, I add, “God, your thighs drive me insane, you know that?”

Her cheeks flush, and she smacks my chest lightly. “Shut up!”

“What?” I tease, spinning her around and planting her on the counter. “It’s true. You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

She bites her lip, trying to hide her smile, but I catch it anyway. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“And you’re lucky I love you,” I shoot back, leaning in to kiss her again.

By the end of the stream, the chat is still buzzing with questions about my lips, my back, and my overall mood. I ignore most of them, but when someone asks why I’m grinning so much, I can’t help but answer.

“Because life’s good,” I say simply. “And my girl’s even better.”

She throws a pillow at me from across the room, and I laugh so hard I almost fall out of my chair.

Life really is good.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[gordie-kisser]

Imagine parenting the warrior candidates with Reiner, and it gets cold at night. You wake up with four little kids all snuggled into your arms and body for warmth–They're all over you. You're trapped. Gabi's got her head nuzzled into your neck, falco doing the same beside her. Udo took the time to comfortably place himself on your stomach. Zofia's right behind you, clung onto your back. Gabi's stolen everyone else's blankets, she's all cuddled into them, and the rest of the kids are freezing. Reiner chuckles at you, but the moment is something you'd cherish forever.

[mikyapixie]

New Attack on Titan Illustrations!!!