#hug em a bit tighter

[updownlately]

‘cause when you love someone (you tell ‘em that you do)

you had gotten used to it at this point. the pattern had become obvious to you- engrained in your mind. seven long rings before the call would automatically switch to voicemail, the distinct beep following shortly after.

letting the call go to its final ring, you futilely wiped away the tears streaming down your reddened cheeks, blotched from the innumerable times you had rubbed them already. 

swallowing hard to gain an ounce of composure, you took a deep breath in just as the final ring went through, the resounding tone following shortly after indicating for you to start speaking.

“hi...it’s me again. i know you’re probably sick of me…i don’t even know if you’re hearing this, or if you’ve heard the other…twenty? fifty? i’ve sent but-” you stifled a sob, a shaky breath escaping you. letting yourself sink more towards the floor as you continued. “i’m sorry. i know i’ve said it so many times now, i think the word’s almost lost its meaning, but i’m sorry. i swear i am. i swear…i swear…i really do...” 

feeling your hands start to shake, you stiffened your arms in hope that they would stop. taking another big breath in, you found your voice once more. 

“your voice still rings in my head y’know? reminding me to pack my cleats. convincing me to stay in bed just a tad bit longer. telling me to come cuddle you after practice. it still rings. it rings and rings and rings. and i wish i could just make it stop- but i can’t. i can’t. ‘cause if it does, i lose you. i lose you completely. forever. and i don’t know if i’m ready for that just yet.”

you were aware that you were rambling- too caught up in your emotions to stop the words, the anger, from slipping out, but you couldn’t help it. 

maybe if this was a sane you, you would have stopped a while ago. maybe after the second call, or the third. but this wasn’t the sane you, the same you, from a month ago. so here you sat, on your cold bathroom tiles, slumped nearly halfway in a position that could not, in any universe, be comfortable, holding your phone as used kleenexes littered the bin beside you. 

sniffling, you reached for another tissue, before continuing. 

“i should’ve told you i loved you a bit more…should’ve picked my phone every time you called, should’ve taken more pictures of you y’know? taken you out more. more dinners. more nights. more cuddles. more everything. because i can’t now. i can’t…”

by now you could feel the silent sobs working their way up your chest again- a feeling you had become all too familiar with in the past few weeks. the uneasy butterflies flying around your stomach. the way your chest would constrict just enough that breathing reminded you of the weight on your chest- the regret that you carried. the voices that were just a distant souvenir. the good times that no one else could ever remember for you. 

giving up on trying to stop yourself from breaking, you let yourself cry without restraint, weeping uncontrollably, not trying to stifle your sobs in the least, well aware no one was going to check up on you.  

you couldn’t imagine how stuffy your voice sounded, how absolutely wrecked you looked, photo frame clutched to your chest by one hand, puffy eyes, near-lifeless body hidden by the corner of your dark bathroom.

“i know i only have a little bit more till this thing ends so just know that it breaks my heart every second that i realize you aren’t here. it hurts each time the memories play in my head- the good and the bad. i didn’t think this would be that hard, but it is. it is and i don’t think i know how to do this. how to grieve. how to miss you when i still can’t believe you left. how to get over you when all i want is for you to be here.”

rushing now to get your final words out, well aware the clock was ticking, you sped up. 

“i should’ve told you i loved you when i could. i didn’t know i was gonna lose you so soon. there isn’t a single thing i wouldn’t do to get another second with you. i didn’t get the chance to even tell you i love you one last time, but just know that i do…i promise i still do. i do, i do, i do. i still-“. just as the final words were about to slip out of your mouth, the all too familiar dial tone took over, the timer up, the clock running out…just like it had for you both, unsaid words still on the tip of your tongue. 

i love you.

[peachhcs]

congrats em!!!

person A going out with person B for the first time in public to announce their relationship

perosn a- reader

perosn b -jack hughes

showing you off

jack hughes x fem!reader

you and jack finally make your relationship public!

1.4k words

i've never written for jack before, so i hope this is good 🫣 thank you again for sending in requests for the celly. i'm so excited to write about other hockey players!!

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you stood in front of the mirror doing last minute touches on your look. there was an edge of nerves running through your system knowing this was a big night for your relationship with jack. after agreeing to keep things private for the few months you two have been together, you decided you were ready to make things public. poor jack was more nervous than you were knowing how people online got.he worried the comments of other fans getting to you even though you told him countless times you could handle it. a few mean comments meant nothing to you knowing jack chose you. 

“i think i’m almost ready jacky,” you called to your boyfriend when you heard him shuffle into the room. his head poked into the connected bathroom, a smile gracing his lips when he saw your pretty baby blue dress. 

“jesus, you look incredible,” the brunette hummed, eyes racking across your body that the dress hugged in all the right places. you flushed at his comment, spinning to face him. 

“you think so?” 

he stepped further into the bathroom, hands snaking around your waist just low enough that his hands grazed the top of your ass. a lazy smiled painted his lips as he continued drinking in your appearance. 

“can’t wait to let everyone know you’re mine tonight,” the boy pressed a soft, yet passionate kiss to your lips. 

you smiled into the kiss, squeezing his chin between your fingers as his hands drifted lower. a giggle left your lips at his boyish behavior, pulling him off your lips which was instantly met with a pout that you pulled him off. 

“we better go, soon, yeah? don’t wanna be late,” you tapped your fingers against his cheek. 

“you’re 100% sure you’re ready? i don’t want it to be too much too soon. there’s probably gonna be cameras everywhere and people shouting questions,” jack knew events like these had reporters and journalists everywhere trying to catch glimpses of their lives. he didn’t want to bring you into all of it unless he knew you could take it. 

“i’m sure, baby. i’ve got thick skin,” you smiled. 

“i know you do, but sometimes those people can be real assholes,” jack’s worry was cute. you cupped his cheeks, pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead. 

“at least i’ll have you with me then,” your confidence eased some of jack’s worries. he kissed you one last time before dragging the both of you out of the bedroom. 

“about time. thought i’d have to bang on the door or something,” luke snickered, jumping up from his place on the couch. 

“real funny, luke. let’s go or else we’re late,” jack grabbed everyone’s jackets, his antsy side coming out as he rushed his brother and girlfriend out of the apartment. 

the ride into downtown was uneventful. jack’s aux music helped ease some of your nerves as his car approached the venue which was indeed packed with people already at the front. you found yourself squeezing jack’s hand rested atop your knee a bit tighter seeing all those people feet away. jack quickly met your gaze. 

“feeling okay?” the boy wondered. 

“i’m fine. just nervous,” you said. 

“we can go in through the back if you don’t wanna do this. that’s perfectly fine with me,” jack gave you a quick ultimatum, but you shook your head. 

“it will be fine, jacky. promise,” he studied your expression a bit longer before deciding that you were gonna be okay. 

he pulled his car into the line, allowing the valet to take his keys as the three of you climbed out. jack met you on your side, holding his arm out for you to latch onto. your hands squeezed around his bicep as he took the lead, luke trailing behind you guys. the fans and reporters spotted the three of you immediately, quickly shouting to get your attention. 

“jack! is that your girlfriend?” 

“oh my god, he has a girlfriend??” 

“over here! let me get a picture!” 

the two of you posed for some pictures, jack’s hold tightening around your waist as the photographers snapped away, marking the public debut of your relationship. you weren’t sure how your boyfriend was feeling, but you felt in the clouds. so many people were reaching out for you or jack, wanting his signature or to just talk to him for a few seconds. sometimes you forgot this was his life—so flashy, so surreal—yet you loved it. 

he began pulling you down to carpet where security held the doors open for the guys. you waved to the fans one last time before disappearing inside the arena. jack glanced over at you, his expression a bit unreadable. 

“okay?” he wondered almost nervously. your large smile immediately eased his worries though as you latched back onto his arm. 

“god, you’re so cool. i knew you were popular, but i didn’t realize how popular,” your laugh brought a smile to the boy’s lips. 

“i’m glad you approve. it seems like everyone else does, too,” jack pecked your lips before dragging your further into the event to find his friends. 

the two of you quickly found nico and holtzy. both guys smiled widely when they saw their teammate and his girl on his arms. you smiled, watching jack greet them with friendly hugs. “didn’t know you were bringing your girl out,” nico hummed, giving you a gentle hug once jack finished. 

“thought it was time we go public,” jack pulled you back into his side, a proud smile on his lips that people finally knew about the girl he’s been loving for months. 

“wow, didn’t know hughes could become so lovey,” holtz teased, roughing up jack’s arm. your boyfriend brushed the comments off despite the small blush coating his cheeks. 

“whatever. you guys want some drinks? first round’s on me,” the brunette smiled. the guys cheered as they followed your boyfriend to the bar, ordering the entire team the first round of shots. 

you spent the rest of the night clinging to jack’s side, but neither of you minded. his arm was hooked around your waist no matter what, not letting you move too far away from him. you could tell he was enjoying himself knowing the big smile on his lips didn’t come out often unless he was around you or his teammates. jack adored all of them, even when they chirped on him, and he couldn’t be happier getting to spend the night with you too. 

even if you were just eye candy on jack’s arm, you didn’t care. getting to spend time with your boyfriend in his element was your favorite thing. 

as the night winded down, photos from earlier were released on social media. you peaked over jack’s shoulder as he scrolled through the pictures, smiling when he came across the ones of you two. there were a few of both of you smiling and one where jack’s eyes were on you when you weren’t looking. there was a lot of love in his eyes that made your heart just burst. 

“who knew we cleaned up so nice,” you teased. jack looked over at you, eyes bright. 

“so you think it went okay then?” 

“i think they liked me. do you think it went okay?” you wondered, brushing some of his hair away from his forehead. 

“i think it went amazing. i’m glad you came out tonight, it was a lot of fun,” jack leaned over, kissing your cheek. 

“thanks for bringing me, handsome. i hope i can come along again,” with that, the hockey player placed a more passionate kiss on your lips. your fingers tangled into his hair, twisting the locks around while his own hand cupped the side of your cheek. 

neither of you cared that you were in public. the booth you sat in tucked you guys away into a corner that almost created your own space away from everyone else. jack deepened the kiss even more as he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, but the moment was short lived. 

“jesus, you guys are so gross. can we leave soon?” luke stood at the end of the table in disgust. 

he was such a little brother with his snarky comments. you giggled, but jack didn’t find his brother as amusing. 

“hold your horses. we’ve got all night,” jack said. 

the younger boy only rolled his eyes, shuffling away like a little kid. jack’s attention turned back to you, eyes still bright with love and lust. 

“now, where were we?” 

[queenofallimagines]

Hi there! Can I please request headcanons if the obey me demon brothers + side characters (except from Luke obviously) with a female MC with naturally big breasts? Like whenever she hugs the demon brothers her breasts are always in their face and the demon brothers and undateables start to feel a bit dirty and naughty?it's fine if you don't want to do an NSFW if you don't want to.

You sure can!! (Me uploading after literally 4 years????) I am no longer burnt out and I’m hyperfixating HARD on nightbringer so *cracks fingers* 🤭😌

** also didn’t notice till uploading this that it just slowly gets filthier and filthier😭

Part 1

Lucifer:

- your so real for this anon bc I got them anime titties and I would definitely use them for evil😈

- This man is filthy if anything! Like you see how he’s always ready to invite you back to his room??

- So when you pressing up against him he’s actively trying not to get hard

- The type to be super touchy like “fixing” your uniform saying you buttoned it wrong(you didn’t)

- LOVES when you hug him really tight bc he can feel the curves of your body pressing into him and now he’s imagining you doing the same thing naked

- I’m telling you this man is worse than asmo

- If you’re in his office and lean in to help him with paperwork his eyes are starring holes into your chest

- He wants nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze

- If you tease him about it he will definitely use that as an excuse to do it

- “Hm? Getting shy now after teasing me so much?”

- Like he WILL have you sit in his lap at his desk as he fondles your chest to his hearts content

- As a demon he’s naturally insatiable so he isn’t above pulling you out of class to indulge in his urges

- Leaves bite marks all over your chest

Mammon:

- absolutely cannot hide how much he likes them

- He’s glad he’s taller than you so he can just look down at you and get a perfect view

- When you hug him it takes every cell in his body not to rip your shirt open

- Wants to shove his face in em and suffocate

- Loves when you ride him because then he can have them directly in his face

- Whole ass has spent full classes just daydreaming about them

- Probably hides your bras so you don’t wear them

- If you have nipple piercings or want some he offers to pick the jewelry

- “NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IT ON YOU OR ANYTHING!!”

- Fighting for his life not to squeeze em

- Will fake having a headache to lay on your lap to stare up at them

- Leaves bite marks on em too

Levi:

- hentai watcher loves huge boobs

- Fighting worse than mammon

- Bc he will watch you walk down the stairs with no shame and then get flustered about it

- If you cuddle with him in his bath tub he can’t help but get handsy

- Wants to hold you up with his tail and watch them bounce in his face when he fucks you

- Like he will koala hold you and have his face in your chest as he fucks into you nice n deep

- Completely immobilized

- Might even consider coming to class just to watch you in your uniform all day

- Glitches when you hug him like literally his brain factory resets and he’s going through 7 emotions at once

- Your like awww you cute being shy but he’s freaking out bc he wants to do filthy unspeakable things to you

- Like In his head he’s like “oh my god??? Why tf do I want to paint their face it’s just a hug???”

- Banned you from his room for a while and didn’t say why but he’s damn near in heat the way he’s fucking his fist for hours thinking about you

- Will pretend to be normal but asmo can SEE the gears turning in his head

- “Levi is so cute how he gets flustered holding my hand!”

- “Yeah because he wants his hands around your throat,dear”

Satan:

- yeah he’s literally just a cat

- Lays on them and paws at them

- Will go shopping with you and compliment them in any tight shirt

- Might even offer to wash your uniform JUST to shrink it a few sizes so it’s even tighter on you

- He’s shameless just like the eldest but he has that flirtatious charm that’s not TOO overbearing like Lucifer

- Cat lingerie

- Puts you in a mating press just to see them squish together

- “Mind warming my hands?”

- Will shove his cold as ice hands in your shirt under the guise of “you’re a warm human I’m cold blooded🥺”

- You know how you squeeze your chest for comfort or just play with them sometimes for no reason? He does that for you

- And it’s all cool and normal until he starts pinching your nipples and kissing your neck🙄

- Like it was normal and now you can feel him grinding against your backside

- “Mmm I can feel your heart starting to race kitten”

- Will brush his fangs up against your neck also

- Wants to keep toying with your body until you start begging

- “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll fill you up Hm?”

- He’s a sadist at heart so he can’t make it too easy for you

Asmo:

- Hear me out but it starts out normal

- He’s gunna make comments but he’s more enthralled with how they would look in various outfits

- So you and him are shopping 24/7

- You tired from trying on multiple outfits and bras

- He’s picking up more clothes from the rack so you press against his back and hug him from behind tiredly asking if you can stop your exhausted

- And that’s when he’s like…. I actually want to squeeze them

- Stutters a bit as he comes to this realization

- Smiles a sweet saccharine smile and tells you that you guys can leave and he will make you feel better after overexerting your body

- Looking down at you out the corner of his eye and watching them move as you walk

- Watching how they move when you breathe

- Fr like a scorpion about to strike

- And you’re none the wiser

- Pulling out all his nipple clamps and vibrating ones

- Before he was looking at them from a aesthetic standpoint but now all he can think about is them wrapped around his cock and finishing on your face

- “Open wide dear~”

- Will even pull out to cover them in cum so you might have to beg if you want him to finish anywhere else

- Body worship KING

Beel:

- whew

- Didn’t notice until you go to work out with him and then he’s like they look really soft

- Good enough to eat

- Might bite down a little too hard when marking you because he wants to really see the marks

- Sucking them like his life depends on it

- Breeding kink activated bc if he knocks you up they’ll get even bigger

- You just KNOW when he looks at you w those eyes and says he’s hungry what he wants

- Better find a quiet corner and unbutton your shirt

- Will stick to you like glue in gym class good lord

- Offers to pick you up a lot

- Fav position is when he’s on his knees for you and looks up to see you breathing heavily

- Will massage them bc his hands are huge

- Buuuuut like Satan he will get “distracted”

- Loves reverse cowgirl but is impatient and will sit up to hold them from behind and fuck up into you

- “Mc you taste so good”

- Hickeys will be there for weeks

- Will literally tire your ass out QUICK

Belphie:

- a clown

- Circus king actually

- He’s been peeped how big your chest is and he’s not shy about it

- He’s literally as shameless as asmo it’s crazy😭

- Will lay on you claiming their the perfect pillows but will also feel you up and just act like it’s not a big deal

- “Mmm your really soft mc”

- Whole body a stress ball😐

- Does this in full view of the others and won’t care in the slightest

- Hard to talk to beel about homework when he’s sliding his hands under your shirt and groping you

- You end up in an attic club sandwich often bc of this😔✊🏿

- Will join in the convo and probably take it over like he’s NOT pinching your nipples in a regular conversation

- Going to sleep is his escape card

- Don’t believe him none of the shit he says are exhaustion induced he means that shit fr

- Will stare at you w half lidded eyes and mumble something about how your tits look like they’d be perfect to shove his cock in between

- “Wandering hands as he sleeps” ass mf

- Man sloth and sleepiness is his DOMAIN please don’t let any of the lies about how he’s just sleepy he can’t help it fool you!!

- He will literally enter your dreams and leave hickeys all over them

- Will give you the most raunchy vivid sex dreams ever until you come to him begging for him to touch you

- You wake up actually feeling his touch and he will lazily smile at you from across the table at breakfast as you fidget under his gaze

- Loose hold as he latches onto you but his hands brushing up against your chest is no mistake

- Will straight up say he wants to suck your tits if you ask him what’s w his behavior

- Has the same energy as satan but where he’s smooth and charming belphie is blunt and honest about his desires

- No flowery words or poetic phrases

- He will look you in the eyes w the most bored expression and tell you how he wants to cover you in his cum

- Probably barely looks up at you phone as he says it too😭

[inmyheaddd]

✦ in the back of my mind - jameson hawthorne x reader

warnings -> em*ly is mentioned for like .2 seconds, little bit angst + arguing, happy ending i promise!! a/n -> jameson my baby ☹️ wc -> 1.2k masterlist

you slammed the door hard with a thud behind you, not really knowing where you were headed now, but just knowing you needed to be anywhere else but that godforsaken house. the almost screaming-match you had with jameson earlier had your ears almost ringing, and with a pounding headache that worsened every step.

without your permission, your mind repeated every moment on a loop. 

“jameson, just stop!” you care more about winning and your games than you do about me.”

“don’t say that,” he pleaded, taking a step towards you as you stepped back. “you know that’s not true.”

“well it feels like it’s true!” 

“this is who i am!” he gestured to himself with his hands. “you knew that from the very start, don’t be mad because you couldn’t “fix me.””

you scoffed, tears flooding your eyes momentarily but you forced them back. you had to. 

“seriously? that’s what you think this is about? this isn’t about me “fixing you,” it’s about the fact that i’m always going to be second to whatever game you’re playing!”

“it’s not a game, it’s—”

“what? ‘it’s your life’?” you predicted. he said the same thing every single time. “it’s a part of you? it’s something i wouldn’t understand?” you cut him off, scoffing and shaking your head as you crossed your arms. 

“you’re right, jameson, i don’t understand. i thought that— that maybe, maybe you’d —“ you cut yourself off with a frustrated sigh, pinching the in between of your eyebrows. you couldn’t even get the words out.

you shook your head, “god, i can’t do this anymore.” you muttered, more to yourself than to jameson. 

you remember the way worry flashed through jamesons eyes as you said those last words, before you turned on your heels.

and now you were here. 

the wind whipped through your hair as you sat on the cliff side, hugging your knees to your chest. 

you could barely hear anything over the roaring waves below, but maybe that’s what you needed; the noise, the chaos outside to drown out the one in your head.

there was only one voice who could’ve broken through. jamesons. 

“running away already?” you closed your eyes at the way voice cut through the wind, his usual biting sarcasm making you clench your fists tighter.

“go away, jameson,” you muttered, staring out at the dark horizon. you couldn’t even look at him.

“not happening.” his tone somewhat softened as he stepped closer. “you shouldn’t be out here.” he stood a foot or so away from you now, and you felt his gaze on you like a physical thing. 

your head whipped around to look at him, your frustration bubbling up and flashing through your eyes. “don’t tell me what i should or shouldn’t do. why do you suddenly care anyway?” 

he frowned, opening his mouth to probably throw out some retort, but then he suddenly stopped. 

his green eyes, that looked more black now, flicked to the cliffs behind you, and something shifted in his expression. he took a single staggering step back, his confidence that he always had gone in an instant.

he called out your name, but it sounded strained. “get away from the edge,” his was voice tight, like he fought to get the words out.

you blinked, suddenly taken aback. “what? jameson—”

“get away from the edge, goddamnit!” he never raised his voice like this, and his voice almost cracked. that was when you saw it—the fear. not the teasing, not the games, but real, raw fear in his eyes.

you quickly got up and stepped towards him, the waves crashing even harder against the shore now making it almost impossible to hear yourself. “jameson, what’s going on?”

he didn’t answer. his breathing quickened, his fists clenched, and his eyes fixed on the drop below, and you realized—he wasn’t seeing you anymore. 

he was somewhere else. emily. it was all over his face, in the way he stood. 

you should’ve known. you shouldn’t have come here.

you swallowed thickly, not knowing how to go about this. that girl had damaged him on a whole different level, he had just started to heal, and you single-handedly pushed it all back. 

“jameson,” you said cautiously, taking a tentative step towards him. “i’m—“ you shook your head, “i’m not her. everything’s okay, we’re okay.” 

he flinched, his hands shaking as he raked them through his hair. “i— i can’t—” his voice broken, and his eyes were glossy.

“you need to get away from the edge,“ he repeated, pointing to the dive below. 

“jameson,” you held his quivering hands in yours, shaking him slightly to get him to look at you. “i’m not on the edge, i’m here, with you.” 

his eyes locked on yours, shaking his head, he said, “step back, it’s not funny anymore.” 

the fear was palpable in his voice, and it made your eyes sting. he sounded so small, your heart broke into a million pieces. is this what it was like with her?

“jameson, stop!” you begged, your voice being the one cracking now, “you’re scaring me.” you shook your head, pleading for him to just see you. “i’m not emily.” 

your eyes were welling up at the sight of jameson like this, so scared, so un-jameson, and it came crashing down on you just how bad emily effected him. 

the sound of her name seemed to snap him out of it, because now when he looked at you it felt like he actually saw you. 

your name fell off his lips in a single breath, before his eyes flickered all over you, like he was making sure it really was you.

he then pulled you into the tightest hug, like he was holding onto you for dear life. a hand came to the base of your neck, as his head nestled in your neck. the wind howled around you, but you didn’t let go. you don’t think anything could’ve made you let go in this situation.

his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and your arms were around his neck. you felt like crying with the weight of the situation, and you know he did too. 

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled into your neck, voice shaky. “for everything i said, for everything i didn’t do, for now, i just—” you pulled back from the hug, and your hands immediately found his once again. 

“i’m sorry i don’t show you how much i care more. the last time i did, i…” he trailed off, taking a deep breath in. 

he didn’t have to finish the sentence for you to understand. the last time he cared, she died, and he nearly did too. 

“jameson,” your hands tightened around his as you shook your head, wind blowing in your hair. “you don’t have to say anything, i get it.” 

“no, that’s the thing, i do.” you saw him swallow, adam’s apple bobbing before he spoke once again. “you don’t know how much i care for you, how much you matter to me. you’re number one in every thing. nothing else matters when i’m with you, you know that?” 

you were way past the point of holding back tears now, and by the looks of it, jameson was on the verge of them as well. 

“you’re my first thought in the morning, last thought before i sleep, and you infiltrate my dreams. i don’t deserve you — i know that, but i want you anyway. i’m selfish.” he took another deep shuddering breath in, eyes flicking between yours, “i’m so selfishly in love with you that it scares me.” 

that was the first time he had ever said those words to you. in love with you.

love.

but they weren’t just words, they were everything. 

it was what you two had been dancing around for the past months in your relationship, it was him taking off his armor. 

your eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he was lying even though you knew you wouldn’t find any. your body was on auto pilot, the only thing you could do was kiss him. 

the kiss felt like you were really connected with him, intertwined. it was the furthest thing from lust it could’ve been. it felt like you were finally on the same page.

“i love you, jameson. i love all of you. i always will.” you whispered against his lips when you pulled back for a breath of air, before he pressed his lips needily to yours once again. 

when you pulled back this time, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment. 

you fell into a comfortable silence, but you could tell something was on his mind as his eyes wouldn’t meet yours. they were trained on the ground beneath you like he was deep in thought. 

you didn’t say anything, you wanted for him to feel comfortable enough to say it himself.

and then he did. 

“i don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted into the space between you, before his emerald eyes finally flicked up to yours. “i don’t know how to love right.” his voice was unbelievably low as he murmured.

he loved you so right, he was everything you could’ve ever wanted. you loved him for him. 

you didn’t say that though. instead, you brought a hand to his cheek, before weaving it through his hair as you looked intently into his heavy eyes. “then let me show you how.” 

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[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

It's not so bad? | EM

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader

Summary: You and Eddie have your first very big fight.

Warnings: angst, mention of sex but nothing happens. Slight hurt/comfort towards the end. Mean!Eddie, Eddie calls the reader a bitch and it's alluded that he says worse things, but it's not described. Toxic relationship.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: probably a little shorter than I wanted. I haven't written anything in over a month, so I'm trying to get back into it again. Divider made by me.

Not proofread 18+ no minors

The trailer was quiet now except for the low hum of Eddie's a/c in the window. You were curled up on his side with your head on his chest. He was fast asleep now, but you couldn't.

Not after what transpired just a few hours ago. Your eyes still burned, and your heart still ached a little. You both said your sorrys, but there was something still lingering inside of you. Even though he was the main one apologizing since you truly did nothing wrong.

The way he screamed at you and got in your face. You never said a word back. You just let him unleash what he had pent up inside him. You tried to walk away, but he just followed you. Spewing hurtful things again and again.

You kept telling yourself it was the alcohol mixed with anger that made him this way. Even though in the back of your mind, it felt like he had been waiting for this opportunity to tell you how he really felt.

The moment his voice kept raising octave after octave and his face flushed red with anger. You knew there was no point in fighting back, so you just took it. Hoping he'd give up and leave you alone. You guys have fought before, but it was nothing like this. You've never been scared of him.

Until he backed you up into a corner and just laid into you. You shrunk down desperately, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The smell of various types of alcohol on his breath filled your nose.

He called you all sorts of names "bitch", "dumb" and various other hurtful insults. He grabbed you roughly by the arm to stop you from leaving and so you were forced to listen to him berate you. Any moment now, you were waiting for the cops to show up. You were sure the neighbors could hear him and would call them.

You didn't know accepting a free drink from a guy at the bar Eddie was performing in would set him off. Apparently, the guy is a long-time rival of his. Someone Eddie seriously hates, and Eddie doesn't usually hate anyone. He dislikes people, yes, but he doesn't hate them.

You noticed something was up when we marched over to you and downed the drink himself. You didn't get a chance to take a small sip of it. He barely even looked your way when he did it. Then the next thing you remember is being pulled to the van, and that's when the shouting started. Each word that came from his mouth was laced with so much venom.

"You're really fucking dumb you know that."

"You're such a bitch I don't even know why I give you the time of day."

"You're lucky someone like me even looked twice at someone like you."

Those lines still rang in your head even now as you're curled up next to him. He did eventually calm down. You guessed once the last bit of alcohol wore off, and he sobered up. Maybe when his voice became horse and he couldn't scream anymore is when he decided to stop.

The moment he was done, his face immediately softened. He wasn't mad anymore, but you were still upset. You still wondered if his voice didn't give out, would he still be yelling at you right now. He tried to pull you to him at first but you resisted.

He shushed you as he rubbed your back, and you eventually caved and melted into his arms. You cried in his chest as he hugged you to him tighter. When you noticed, his body was lightly shaking. You pulled back to see tears streaming down his face.

His voice croaked. "I'm so sorry, baby."

"You know I didn't mean any of that stuff," i said, right?" His voice is soft, and his touch is gentle.

You gave a weak smile "yeah I know you didn't it's okay."

You both stood there in the hallway by his room in eachothers arms for what felt like hours. Neither one of you said a word too tired to even talk it out yet.

You just wanted to sleep, and you wanted to be okay. He always made everything okay, and now it's feels different. You feel embarrassed, and you feel as though something is still lingering in the air.

Like there is more to say, but you're too afraid to ask. Eventually, you both somehow make it to bed. Your mind is groggy, and your anxiety is still high. You can't even remember getting undressed and into bed with him.

You tossed and turned all night long while Eddie was fast asleep. His arm draped around you, keeping you locked in close to him. You remember him wanting to have sex but you rejected him opting to just cuddle instead.

Eddie was fine with that. He seemed a little hurt, but he's never pressured you to do something you didn't want to. You felt guilty for rejecting him. There was just something there that stopped you. This lingering presence that you can't even describe.

You were hoping it would be gone by morning, but you're still sensing it. Maybe it was the lack of communication you were so used to having with him. Maybe it was the mean things he said that somehow confirmed your insecurities. Eddie told you he didn't mean them, but you just couldn't shake that,"What if?"

Now you're just laying here on his chest, counting his heartbeats. The feeling of sadness still consuming you. You want him to wake up and have everything back to normal again. You also don't want him to wake up because you're too embarrassed to face him.

Eddie stirs a bit in his sleep, but he doesn't move away from you. Instead, he manages to pull you closer to him. You can feel him squeeze your hip and give it a light little tap. His eyes slowly open as you pretend to still be sleeping.

You heard him groan a bit and cough, probably from the pain in his throat now. He stretches out, and you can hear the little pops his toes make when he cracks them.

You notice tell he's trying his best not to disturb your sleep. Each movement he makes is thought out and careful as he does it. He's trying his best not to startle you awake. He feels bad about how he treated you earlier tonight, but he's not as remorseful as you think. He loves you so much and didn't ever want to hurt you like this. But he couldn't control his temper with you any longer. The alcohol in his system didn't help either.

Does he regret how he went about it? Yes. Did he feel like this fight was a long time coming? He sure did. Next time, he might try to go about it differently if he ever caught you doing something like that again. He knows he can't control his emotions well, and sadly, this time, you were on the receiving end of his anger.

"I love you so much." Eddie spoke in a very raspy horse whipser. He kissed your temple and very slowly got out of bed. He didn't want to wake you at all.

That little moment is enough reassurance you needed. He does still love you. He didn't mean what he said to you last night. You hear the shower turn on and his muffled voice humming through the thin walls. Slowly but surely, everything felt normal again. Even if you haven't spoken yet.

That uneasy feeling you had before was gone immediately. Well, that's what you're trying to convince yourself anyway. His cracked voice singing from the bathroom as he showers calms your mind. Eventually, sleep finally takes over you, and you know everything is going to be okay.

But maybe not.

The shower turning off grabs your attention. You could hear him slowly creeping back into the bedroom, trying not to wake you up. You're in and out one minute you're calm the next you're not. You think you're fine but are you really? Eddie got right back into bed and pulled you in close again. His arm holding you tight against his chest.

He leans forward, pressing yet another kiss to your temple before whispering, "Stop being sad, sweetheart. You love me, and I love you more."

[cindol]

Just Tojo, sukuna and y/n being a unofficial relationship throughout their school years.

Fushiguro toji x black coded fem reader x Ryomen sukuna

In elementary it was of course cute how wherever sukuna went toji and y/n followed, both admiring the cute short pink haired young boy with Pokémon limited edition cards and the cool fake sticker he had on his arm. All of their parents found it adorable how the two would hang onto Sukuna’s arms and be by his side in any photos.

Come middle school and y/n branched out to feminine things and got her group of girlfriends, she found it so icky when people tried to ship her with the two boys. Whenever she came to cheer sukuna and toji on at soccer games she cringed when the popular boy satoru made teasing remarks.”you cheering your boyfriendsssss on y/n?” It made her cringe and make a exaggerating gagging sound while sticking out her tongue and crossing her eyes.

In high school there was a slight shift, a big shift actually. With developing bodies, especially y/n’s body and fashion sense developing and the two boys being well.. boys at the end of the day small feelings would arise. When they were hanging around in y/n’s decorated room and she spun around to show them a new pink dress she was sporting to the mall it took everything in toji to respond with a controlled response out his nasty new mouth, he kept quiet for a bit making y/n roll her eyes.”wouldn’t hurt for my two best friends to gimme a damn review of the dress y’know!” Sukuna rolled his eyes a bit at toji, it’s not like he was shaming since he wasn’t any better but he gave him a ‘keep it together dumbass’ look. He responded for toji and him,”you look ethereal y/n, don’t look a mess for once! Who knew ya could pull it off.” His compliment always came with a joking jab.

The two were over protective without noticing it too. Toji knew how his teammates on the school football team could be such pigs when it came to women and even spreading a rumor about a girl. Any type of,”you and sukuna be running a two man or what?” Line he shuts down. He knows y/n isn’t like that and wouldn’t even wanna be perceived like that. He groans when he first hears that and gives the teammate who said that a death stare as a way to say,”watch your damn mouth”

Everyone in their friend group could sense sometimes a tension between the 3 also. If y/n was out with one of the boys sometimes a innocent employee would ask if they were a couple y/n’s eyes would bulge while toji shakes his head chuckling. “Oh no no me and him aren’t— I would never sorry!” Y/n gets caught on her words a bit, it’s amusing to toji.

When it comes to men they’re protective too also. Anytime she’s speaking about one of their teammates in a lovesick manner they don’t break it to her easy, well sukuna does harshly.”don’t fuck with em, assholes with big egos.” It makes y/n giggle a little.”you have experience with guys like that kuna?” She flicks her wrist a bit too, it was no secret to toji or y/n that sukuna was a bit on the fruity side, but honestly who wasn’t in highschool? Sukuna just gives her the finger sighing.”just don’t date em, you’ll be sadly disappointed with a signed football in your hand at the end.”

Come college the three were even more cozy with one another without realizing it. Getting lucky and sharing a dorm gave them the freedom to be as comfortable with each other as they already were. The three slept together in Sukuna’s bed a lot, to much of his sukuna’s dismay. He always groans when he has Toji’s muscular figure hugging him by one side and y/n hugging him tighter but does he complain? Hell no. He wouldn’t admit it but he liked the warm comfort of the two overgrown babies.

Y/n acted much like a care taker to the boys sometimes. Based on a conversation she had with toji about him barely taking the time to eat and sukuna not even bothering to eat because of all the fast food restaurants he hates around his job she took it into her own hands to always cook for the all three of them. Before they even head out she sucks her teeth at him.”aht aht! Not having my friends pass out doing sweaty ass work, take the lunches.” Sukuna looked forward to it, she cooked to his taste never making a sloppy burger or fried food while she cooked the sloppiest for toji, he always says he would burn and sweat it off anyways.

At college parties she always had them dressing up making people looking forward to the trip. On Halloween sukuna dressing as a ketchup bottle and toji as a mustard bottle while y/n was a hotdog. On thanksgiving sukuna would be a turkey while y/n and toji are pilgrims. On Christmas y/n was a reindeer while sukuna and toji were elves. And even on Easter they all would dress as Easter bunnies. Nobody ever knew how y/n got these overgrown men to dress up.

[pedroshotwifey]

Ahoy Hottie! 💜🥩💜 you know I gotta do it to ‘em…

#9 & chubby!Frankie x f!reader 🥩 or just a plain ol’ fat frankie… I’m not picky.

Beefro👌🥩💜

Hey, Beefro! I can't tell you how excited I was to see this request! Hopefully I did fat Frankie justice 😘

Good 'n' Deep

Pairing: Fat!Frankie x f!reader

Word Count: 2.6k (oops 😅)

Tags/warnings: finger fucking, oral, multiple orgasms, piv sex, slight overstimulation, soft dom frankie, mentions of weigh gain, dirty talk, smut, fluff, idiots in love, manhandling, frankie being a fucking unit

Summary: Fat Frankie can't be sated.

*****

You get home late. And feeling awful. 

It was supposed to be date night with your husband, but the boss kept you in for overtime. You know Frankie doesn’t mind, and reassured you about forty times that it’s not your fault, but you still hate to skip it. But as he says, you always go out on Fridays, and the two of you have plenty of Fridays to make up for this one. 

It’s not much, but you did pick up dinner at Frankie’s favorite fast food place on your way home. He doesn’t know yet, and you’re excited to at least surprise him with that. It’s a bit on the expensive side, but definitely worth it—both in the sense that it’s fucking delicious, but also that you’ll be able to see Frankie excited. 

“Babe,” you call into the dark house as you toe your shoes off. You smile when you hear Frankie’s quick footfall coming right for you. He wraps you in a hug as soon as he gets to you, engulfing you in his warmth and immediately relieving some of your stress. 

He leans down and kisses you gently, but only for a second because he’s suddenly very distracted by a certain smell. 

“Ohhh, baby,” he groans, hands already reaching for the paper bag in your hand. “You’re the fuckin’ best.” 

He plants a kiss on your head as you giggle. “You’re welcome, baby.”  

You both walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table, pulling your food out of the bags. Frankie looks excited, just as you’d hoped he would be. He looks so good right now, wearing his gray sweatpants, his standard oil cap (which you swear he has separation anxiety with), and an old, white tank. There’s a ketchup stain on the front from about a year ago that just never came out in the wash. You also notice that it’s gotten a good bit tighter since then—definitely one of those shirts that Frankie keeps trying to convince himself that fits. 

You won’t burst his bubble or anything, but he’ll need to try a bit harder, because there’s no way he’s fooling anyone. A sliver of his pudgy tummy peeks out from the bottom of the tank that used to cover him completely. The fabric hugs him tightly, probably just on the side of not being painful even though it’s being stretched to its limit. It used to hang loosely on him, but he’s gained a good bit of weight since the two of you have been together. You smile to yourself at that, glad to see him looking so happy and taken care of. 

He groans as he takes the first bite of his burger. 

“Fuck, thank you again, baby,” he says through a mouthful of food. You nod at him, mouth full as well. 

The two of you talk about your days as you devour your food, you finishing quicker than Frankie but staying at the table while he finishes his other burger and large fry. He tells you that his day went pretty good. All the guys showed up at work and there wasn’t an issue to keep them on the job for longer than necessary. 

You wait until he finishes his last fry before you start to pick up the trash. You take his cap off of his head as you walk by him so you can brush his hair back and place a gentle kiss on top of his head. He smiles warmly at you when you put his cap back on and move to throw the trash away. You glance at the clock, biting your lip as you decide there’s probably a bit of time to do something before you go to sleep. 

“You want to watch a movie, Frank?” 

He hms thoughtfully as you walk back toward him. “Maybe, " he says. 

You move to pass where he’s still sitting at the table, but you’re quickly stopped and pulled into his lap, both of your legs draped over his thighs. You yelp and wrap your arms around his neck for stability. 

“Think I’d rather have a snack though,” he says through a grin as he rubs the side of his face against yours. He then rotates your body so that you’re leaning against his back.  

“Frankie, honey,” you giggle despite catching his meaning. “You just ate!” 

You turn and poke his full stomach to prove your point, but he only grunts and holds you tighter.

“I’m feeling greedy,” he rasps into your ear as he grinds his hardening length into your ass. “Need my dessert.” 

You shiver, lust staring to cloud your head. Leave it to this man to want to fuck you after a huge meal. He doesn’t wait for you to respond as he lifts your shirt up and you raise your arms for him to tug it off. Your bra is next, discarded on the floor next to you within seconds. 

You give in—which isn’t very hard—and let yourself relax into him. You moan and he leans down to lick up the side of your neck, his beefy hand traveling even lower to worm itself beneath the band of your panties. He finds your clit quickly and immediately starts to rub circles just the way you like. Your hips buck a bit as you crane your neck to devour his plush lips with yours. 

“Mm-Frankie,” you whimper against him as your thighs begin to tremble. You feel him smirk against you in return but say nothing. All you can focus on is the building of your orgasm, that addicting feeling tugging deep inside of you with a promise for more. 

He lets his fingers slip down to your hole and gather the slick there before bringing it back up to create a smooth movement atop your bud, his hand moving faster and faster until the coil snaps and you’re crying out and convulsing on top of him. His other hand wraps around you to stop your thighs from closing, forcing you to prolong your pleasure as he keeps up his slowing movements.

You’re panting when you come down to your high, practically drooling with the back of your head planted on Frankie’s shoulder. You’re not sure when that happened, you leaning back and clutching his forearms so tightly that there’ll be nail marks when you let him go. 

He chuckles darkly as you release him from your clawing grip, trying to calm your breathing. You’re only slightly aware of him helping you off of his lap to stand. He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. You must only be in there for a half-second before he’s pushing you down on your back and dragging you until your ass is basically hanging off the edge of the bed. 

“Frankie!” You screech his name at all the movement, the way he’s man-handling you. He only smiles cheekily through the grunt he lets out as he gets down on his knees in front of your cunt to kiss the inside of your thigh. 

“Sorry, hermosa,” he coos. Though he’s very obviously not that sorry because he goes right to practically ripping your pants and underwear down your legs. You don’t even bother yelping or reprimanding him this time. You know that he’s determined now, and Frankie Morales doesn’t relent until he gets what he wants.

He’s back at your cunt—in your cunt—before you can blink. You scream as he burrows the entire lower half of his face into your soaked folds and grasps your legs over his shoulders. Your hands fly to his hair, knocking his cap off in the process of getting to his thick, soft curls between your fingers. He moans sharply as you tug, unintentionally forcing him closer to you. You don’t worry too much, you know he loves it. He once told you that he would die a happy man if you ever got tired of him and chose to suffocate him in your sweet pussy. 

He licks and sucks at a furious pace, completely skipping a buildup and going right to the action. It’s unbelievable to you how quickly he manages to make you come sometimes. You yell his name as he eats you out like he’s mad at you. It’s so fucking good, this blinding pleasure making your entire body shake and your blood run firey hot. And you know he loves it just as much as you do.

You start to fall limp again, sweat covering your entire body as he keeps drinking you up. You hiss, your body bucking as you pull on his hair again to try to get him off of you. You’re about to tell him you need a break, but then he suddenly has a finger gliding into your hole, and then two, and you don’t get the chance as your second orgasm melds into your third. He finger-fucks you at an inhuman pace, almost hurting your poor pussy with how hard he shoves them into you as he sucks harshly on your clit. The sounds are obscene even through the blood you hear pumping in your ears. 

He starts to slow after you ride out your third high, though you’re not sure if it’s because he’s taking pity on you or if he genuinely just can’t handle not being inside you for another second. You assume it’s the latter as you listen to the sound of his clothes being tugged off, one arm thrown over your eyes as you try to collect yourself. 

“God, you look fucking gorgeous, baby,” Frankie groans as he admires your limp, sweat-slicked body. 

You lift your arm to find him between your messy thighs again, this time standing over you. Despite the three fucking orgasms he just gifted you, you feel your cunt clench at the sight of him standing so imposingly in front of you. He’s so fucking big and intimidating. He’s stripped all the way, as naked as you now, letting you see every inch of his gorgeous damn body. 

He watches you with a gaze that tells you he’s in the mood to pound you through the damn mattress. You find yourself excited, despite already being sore, as he takes a step forward and lines up his blunt tip with your slippery hole. You whimper and grip the sheets as he starts to make shallow thrusts to push in, stretching you despite your excessive preparation and the amount of times he’s had you before. 

He moans right along with you, gripping your hips and pulling you onto him. Your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open once he’s fully seated and breathing heavily above you. 

“Fucking christ, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” he accentuates the last word by pulling out slightly and thrusting hard back into you, making your back arch when he slams into that spot deep inside of you. 

He starts at a slow but forceful pace, making you see stars every time he pushes himself in. You watch him with hooded eyes, admiring how gorgeous he looks when his own eyes close and his lips part. His pelvis comes flush with your ass each time and he uses the opportunity to grind into you, rubbing your walls in a way that makes you want to cry. Actually, you think you are. It’s only now that you feel tears start to leak down your ruddy cheeks.

Frankie must have opened his eyes at some point while you were lost in your head, because he’s suddenly letting out a breathy laugh and using one hand to thumb away the tears. Your toes curl at the gentle touch compared with the brutal treatment of your cunt.

“I know, sweetheart,” he coos. “I know it’s a lot.” 

God, he feels so good leaning over you. You want him closer—need him closer. 

“F-Frankie,” you manage to get out. “N-Need you closer.” 

He smirks at you and thrusts a bit faster, pushing you up the bed and leaning over you to kiss you deeply. One hand stays on your hip as the other cradles your face, keeping you where he wants as he devours your lips in a messy kiss. You wrap your arms and legs around his broad body, smiling a bit when they don’t wrap around him all the way. You love when he overwhelms you like this, completely trapping you under him as he pummels into you. He’s barely even pulling out now, just slapping his hips to yours as fast as he can as he whines and moans into your mouth. The grip he has on your hip is crushing, but it feels good because it’s him. 

The coil is tightening once again within you, making everything go hazy as you focus solely on how he edges you closer and closer with every slam of his cockhead against your cervix. 

He’s getting frantic, too. You can tell by the way he loses control of the kiss and his thrusts get even shorter. 

“F-Frankie,” you mumble into his lips. “M-More.” 

He picks up the pace yet again, making you scream when he hits a spot that you didn’t even know existed. You jolt against him, startled but the burst of pleasure that sparks through you. 

“M-More,” you beg him again, panting so hard you think you might pass out. You need more. More of him inside you, on top of you. You need everything to be filled with him until there’s no room for anything else. 

“‘M so close, baby,” he whines to you. 

“Frankie, please!” 

He growls against you and tugs back, slipping out of you with a lewd squelch. You don’t have time to cry out from the loss though, because he’s back in an instant to grab you and flip you over on your stomach. Then he’s over you again, slamming back into you with a single thrust. You’re forced to stay flat, your hands scrambling for purchase in front of you until he drapes himself completely over you, threading your fingers through his so he can use them as leverage to fuck deep into you. 

“Better?” He grunts out, almost angrily. He’s so heavy above you, using all of the force he has to nail you into the bed in furious ruts, the entire thing moving with each pound into you. You can’t respond though, finding your voice trapped in your throat as you convulse around him. You’ve never come this hard in your life, even with him. It’s what you wished for—to be so overwhelmed that everything else is purely pushed from you. It’s all static right now, your brain, your body. You think you may scream his name, but it might have been a bunch of gibberish.

“This what you need?” he asks as he fucks furiously down into you. To be fucked good—hmng—good an’ deep?” 

You use what’s left of your fried brain to nod beneath him, practically drooling onto the bed sheets. 

“F’kn deep,” you slur, half-delirious. 

You let him continue to pound into you until grunts loudly beside your ear and you feel his cum spurting into you. It makes you moan again, the way he keeps fucking it deeper and deeper into you. You quiver and he groans as he starts to come down himself, joining you once again in the real world. Your ears are still ringing and your entire body feels like you got tossed off of a mountain and possibly into a bit of lava, but you find yourself laughing once Frankie untagles your fingers and rolls to the side, taking you with him. 

He starts to laugh with you, neither of you saying a word but knowing exactly what the other is thinking. Which is something along the lines of ‘holy shit’. Despite your sweaty bodies, you sink back into him and let him hold you close, both of you stuck in giggling fits and sharing little kisses until you fall asleep a minute later.

*****

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Nana!!

Hear me out.... a request please 🥺

shy reader x Patricia making out for the first time !!

Like shy reader goes to the party because they know kitten is there and kitten comforts them which leads to a heavy touching make out session 🥺 please !! I'm begging !!

Hello Em!! Love it 🤭 sorry if it took me long, I finished it yesterday but I was too tired to post it.

Truly smitten

◇ Pairing: Patricia 'Kitten' Braden X shy fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: make out, anxiety, nearly panic attack, friends to lovers, touching and Y/n refering to Kitten's crotch with 'little pussy'

◇ Summary: Y/n goes to the party just for Kitten.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Thank you @mrkdvidal1989 for your help again!

It was crazy, Y/n thought as she took a deep breath and started to head to the local where the loud music of the party was going on. 

Her feet moved on their own as she tried to control her breath, the tight little dress she chose to wear seemed getting tighter and uncomfortable. What was she doing? Was it too late to turn around and leave?

Her shaky hand pressed flat against the wooden door and with a deep breath, she pushed the door open, walking in the loud crowded room… the loud music blasting in her ears, filling her head as she tried to move around. Searching Kitten around the room.

Hands brushing against her body, people pushing her, trying to get her to dance, some men approached as well, making her rush away. 

Too much, she kept repeating in her head, her hands got sweaty because of the stress, the uncomfortable feeling in her gut only deepened as she couldn't find any familiar faces in the crowd. 

The party was big. Bigger than she expected, which was.. scary for a person like her, one that usually kept to themselves. 

What was she doing there, she wondered for the umpteenth time that night.

Her body was screaming at her to leave that place and hide somewhere but her brain changed mind as soon as her eyes landed finally on the forgotten reason of why she was actually there. Suffering in silence… just to make her friend happy. Everything felt suddenly wrong, her dress felt too tight, her scalp hurt because of the way she put her hair up and her mind was completely overwhelmed by the situation. 

As the young woman tried to move in the crowd, her attention got caught by the people again, making that feeling of overstimulation hit her hard for the second time.

Her body stumbled into a boy who tried to grab her, clearly drunk, before two strong but soft arms hugged her from behind. A voice followed quickly as soon as her body stiffened 

“You came!” The voice Y/n recognized as Kitten's spoke directly to her ear.

The arms covered by a fuchsia leather jacket freed her, just to allow her to take her hand and drag her in a more secluded, slightly quieter place.

The music was still loud, filling the room where they were, but it sounded nearly muffled in that corner. 

It was the first time Y/n could finally take in the sight of Kitten, her eyes widening at the view in front of her. She looked stunning… like always, and she was.. talking to her.

“Hmph?” Y/n let out, eyeing her amazed, but a little ashamed that she got caught red handed at not listening.

“I said that you look a bit overwhelmed, darling. Are you feeling kind of hot?” Kitten beamed, giggling at her statement. Her hands fixing tenderly her friend's hair that fell out of the nice upright hairstyle.

“Yeah, quite a bit.. came here just.. for you.” The young woman informed her quickly, allowing her hands to paw softly at the leather of her jacket. Watching Kitten with wide eyes as she quickly took her hand, murmuring things she couldn't quite get because of the music. 

Nevertheless Y/n followed her blindly not worrying about the direction or where they were going. She would always follow her wherever she wanted, not bothering to ask questions… that's how smitten she was.

The whole time they walked, Y/n’s eyes remained fixed on Kitten’s silhouette, observing how her curly hair jumped just above her shoulders as she walked. How amazing her narrow waist looked in the outfit that she chose to wear for the party. 

The thoughts were so loud, that Y/n didn't even notice when they got to the destination.

A hidden room, quite more private, which was still part of the building where the party was going on.. even if it looked quite different.

Kitten led the way to a sofa, navigating in the crowd without any problems, her hand still holding tightly and reassuringly Y/n's smaller one.

“I wasn't expecting you to actually come.” Kitten lied as she smiled cheekily at her, caging her bottom lip with her teeth while she sat down on the soft comfortable couch. Just waiting for Y/n to take the seat next to her.

“You look stunning by the way, I really love your dress, darling” Kitten added in a whisper, her nail polished nail scratching softly the fabric before she took a hold on it.. pretending to be checking something. “Very lovely, indeed.” She whispered, tilting her head more before looking her in the eyes with a more seductive look. The openly flirting and easy going nature of Kitten was something that Y/n had to get used to at the beginning, but now she considered it.. normal, despite hoping that it would mean something more.

“I-I.. thank you” the young woman stuttered out shyly, a soft smile on her face as she opened her mouth to try and say something. 

Her eyes getting completely lost in her baby blue ones, nearly hypnotizing her in a subtle but tender way.

“You… You look wonderful as well.” She breathed out, her eyes shifting between her lips and eyes as Kitten leaned closer, humming at her compliment without adding anything else.

Her lipstick painted lips brushed against hers suddenly, surprising her with the sensation that she felt as soon as Kitten got so close. Moving closer, she pressed their lips together harder, in a testing but teasing way. Her beautiful eyes glancing at her face every now and then, feeling the anticipation in her body… as Kitten looked at her from under her long lashes.

“You think so, darling?” Kitten whispered, pouting softly as her nose brushed against hers “Always the sweetest, aren't you?” she added, praising her before leaning even closer. 

Their lips barely touch, just still inches away.

A glance and Y/n was leaning in completely, her lips pressing against her soft ones in a tender kiss which got heated in no time.

Her hand moved to cup her flushed cheek, her tongue exiting her mouth to lick slowly Kitten’s bottom lip, waiting for consent before letting it slip in.

Soft hums could be heard from both of them, their hands exploring each other's bodies in different ways, Kitten shyly and Y/n boldly.. pulling, squeezing and caressing with lust but tenderness.

As they broke the kiss, Y/n's bruised lips started to pepper her freckled skin with wet kisses, lowering her mouth slowly down to her neck where she started to nibble and suckle on Kitten’s tender skin.

Leaving love bites on her sweet spots, just to hear the lovely humming that Kitten made every time Y/n nibble a bit harder “Oh darling, making me go crazy for you.” she giggled shyly, biting her bottom lip before pulling it back. Kitten's scent was making Y/n’s mind go blank, and all she needed… was Patricia so close to her. 

“Yeah?” the young woman whispered, shyly leaning in for another kiss “Driving me crazy too, love.” she informed, a soft moan when Kitten naughtily squeezed her breast, earning a squeeze on her crotch as Y/n's arm involuntarily grabbed onto her boner.

Her mouth now lingering near her ear

“You and your fucking little pussy” she whispered, biting softly her earlobe, sucking harsher as soon as Kitten meowed needily.

Y/n left a couple of mouthed kisses on her freckled skin before moving slowly away, leaving a final little peck on Kitten's nose before speaking.

“My house is empty… we could go there if you want.” she informed suggestively, trying to not sound so eager but failing miserably as the hunger showed in her gaze.

Kitten just nodded softly, her lustful eyes remaining the entire time on her as she led them to her car.

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[bitchb0ybunny]

How TF141 would react to you crying when they pick you up..

Cant sleep, have a doctors appointment real early in the morning, and can't get this out of my head as a plus-sized person. Please enjoy this, I'm so tired :3

-Ghost would probably be one of the only ones of the group to actually understand why you started crying.. He's seen you stare at yourself in the mirror, he's watched you change clothes a million times because you didn't like how your stomach was showing, or how the open back of a top showed off your back rolls, or how your thighs refused to be contained by the leggings you squeezed yourself into over the course of fifteen or so minutes. He knew you didn't like your body, and that because of your size and weight you hadn't been picked up in a long time. Nobody had even attempted it since you were young.

So when he randomly picked you up at the grocery store and held you up so you could reach something on the back of the top shelf, holding you up as if you weighed nothing because he most certainly has had to carry and/or hold a lot heavier things, he knew why you started crying almost immediately. When he you eventually grab what you couldn't reach beforehand, he sets you down and holds you tightly, letting you cry and mumble for a few minutes before you two kept shopping. "Shh... shh... it's alright, sweetheart.. No, no, you're not to heavy for me, not even close... Let it out, your alright.."

-Soap would be confused.. Why are you crying? He just picked you up and moved you to a different couch cushion so he could sit with you. Did he hurt you? Why are tears streaming down those adorable little round cheeks? Did he grab you too hard, move you too suddenly and scare you? You had looked half asleep, so maybe? Had he made you uncomfortable, overwhelmed you maybe? He was confused and worried, he thought he did something wrong.. Doesn't really know what to do, but will comfort you as best as he can once he finds out why you started crying. "Bonnie, I dinnae mean to hurt ya-... Ya didn't expect me ta move ya? 'Too heavy'? Sure, yer a bit of a challenge, but I'm a strong lad. I've carried 'lot heavier."

-Price Probably a mix of confusion and understanding.. At first, he was like Soap. He thought he hurt you, he's been a Soldier for 20+ years so sometimes he forgets his own strength, but would immediately understand after asking a few questions..

"Did I hurt you, love? You a'right?.. Awh, don't give me that, sweetheart. Just cause I got a bit of a tummy don't mean I can't pick you up, I'm still a Soldier y'know." Would definitely laugh a little at his own comments or jokes.. He's got that 'I dont care, Im old and tired' kinda view on it. "'m old, tired, and scarred. Just happy someone as gorgeous as yourself finds the time to love me, I don't care if you have stretch marks or rolls or somethin... Hell, I got 'em too."

-Gaz would probably be confused as all hell, but still try and comfort you.. He had just picked you up cause he wanted a quick snuggle, after all. "Hey, hey, what're those tears about, beauty? Don't cry, y'got nothin to cry about right now, I gotcha.." Would definitely hold you a bit tighter, rubbing his hands along your sides even if you have rolls that make it a little bit difficult. He loves your rolls & your chub, loves to trace along your stretch marks when you cuddle at night.. He figures it out a little while later, but doesn't say anything to you. He doesn't want to make you embarrassed.. But you do notice that he's picking you up more often, often picking you up while giving you a big 'ole bear hug.. He loves you, after all, so why not use his extra muscles from work to show that?

[jenniferjareauwife]

Can I ask for a JJ x daughter!reader where reader is taken to work with JJ for whatever reason and it’s made apparent that JJ is her favorite person based on the way reader acts? I would like if reader was a toddler cause that would be adorable but I understand if you don’t.

Love You Mama

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 696

age: 3

summary: your mom takes you to work and you say hi to everyone but only want her

a/n: i've never written for a toddler before because i literally dont remember any of my life before 13 so i usually write for teens but i tried my best, i hope you like it!!!!

I held mama's hand as we rode up the elevator together. "Mama." I squealed when I looked up at her.

"Yeah baby?" The doors opened so she walked me to her work.

"Wanna go up." I jumped a bit.

"Up the elevator? We can't go up there sweetheart." I felt my hand get squeezed softly.

"Up."

"Honey-"

"Hug." She smiled at my words. She picked me up and held me against her. I nuzzled my head into her neck and hugged her.

"Look! It's Auntie Em!" My mama pointed ahead.

"Hi!" I put up my hand for a high five. My mama tried to hand me over to her but I didn't wanna. "No mama. Want you."

"You want your mama?" Auntie Em asked. I nodded and poked her cheek.

"Mamas right here baby." My mom kissed my nose and I giggled. "You're cute aren't you?"

"You brought in baby Jareau!" I heard my Aunt Penelope. She grabbed and hugged me, my mama letting her. I cuddled her for a bit but I wanted my mama.

"Mama." I reached for her but saw she was far away so I cried. She immediately turned around, she looked sad when she saw me crying.

"Oh no. What happened. Did I make her cry? I didn't mean to do that-"

"Penelope it's fine." Mama assured her, holding me while walking to her office. "Now what's wrong hun? What has you crying like this?" She put me on the couch and knelt in front of me.

"Want you."

"I'm right here honey." She held her hands out so I put my hands in hers. "Did Aunt Pen make you sad?" I shook my head. "Then why are you crying?"

"I missed you."

"But I'm right here baby girl. I'm right here." She kissed my hand. "There's a lot of people out there who want to say hi to you. Uncle Spence, Uncle Morgan-"

"Don't want them. Want you."

"Ok." She looked down and sighed.

"Make you sad?"

"No no baby I'm not sad. You're just not normally this clingy."

"But I love you mama."

"I love you too sweetheart." She picked me up again. "We're gonna go say hi to them alright?"

"Only want you hugs."

"You only want my hugs?" I nodded, smiling. "Well that's ok. You don't have to hug anyone else, that's ok. You only hug who you wanna hug."

"Ok mama."

"Just want you to remember that sweetie." She kissed my cheek and I giggled. It felt funny. Mama did it again and again until Uncle Morgan said hi.

"Hey y/n." He reached out for a hug.

"She just wants me Morgan." Mama held me a bit tighter, grabbing my hand.

"I see you're playing favorites now little Jareau. That's not gonna slide when you're older." He tickled my chin so I giggled.

"Love mama."

"She just loves me too much." Mama shrugged, stroking my back. I hummed and hugged her tight. "Where's Spence?"

"He's not here today. He came down with something."

"That's why little y/n is here today isn't it?" She squeezed my finger. "Her whole class came down with something and her babysitter couldn't work today."

"Mama."

"Yeah baby?" She squeezed my finger again.

"Cuddle."

"Oh honey...you wanna cuddle?" I nodded. "We can cuddle. Come on let's go. Say bye to Uncle Morgan."

"Bye Uncle Morgan!" I smiled, just wanting to cuddle my mama.

Once I was cuddled up with her I felt good. "What's got you so clingy today sweetie?" I hid my face in her chest.

"Missed you."

"Missed me when?"

"School."

"I miss you when you're at school. But when I get home and see you it makes up for all of it, yeah?" I shrugged, wanting to be closer to my mama.

"I guess."

"I love you so much sweetie, you know that?" I nodded, my cheeks turning warm. "You're blushing."

"Love you too mama." I gripped her shirt tight.

"Mamas never gonna leave you, ok? I'm always gonna be here."

"You no leave."

"Mhm. Mama will never leave." I got a forehead kiss so I sniffled closer. "Mama loves you very much."

"Love you more mama."

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XVI)

XVI. Invading species

MASTERLIST

Summary: When a new species is introduced in an ecosystem, this ecosystem can collapse 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, angst, fluff, DEATH OF A SECONDARY CHARACTER (can’t save them all)

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Alright… we are getting warmer hehe, if you know the series, you know what’s coming, a bit of angst, but

Rick, Carol and Daryl met in the woods again

“Take your pick”, said carol, offering the guns she has taken from the armory

“Look, I've been thinking. Do we really need these? I mean, things go bad, yeah, sure. We do what we gotta do, but it's like you said. We don't need these for that. Right now we don't. You wanted me to try, right? I'm good.

. . .

“Hey, whatcha doin?”, he asked, you looked up at him, as he came to you as you were walking towards the pantry. 

“I wanted to see if I could join in the raid today”, you said, “I don’t have a firm job yet and…”

“Don’t go”, he said quickly

“Why?”, you asked

“I dunno”, he said sincerely, “I don’t trust em”

“Glenn is going, and Tara even Eugene”, you explained

“Yeah, too many people”, he said, convinced, “stay here”, you looked at him and nodded. You didn’t quite understand it, but, if he said it, if he, Daryl Dixon, asked you not to go out there, you were going to listen. You did believe in hunches and “feelings”

“I'll stay”, you said with a soft smile, he barely nodded. You felt your cheeks heated, and continued, “If I’m gonna stay you better keep me entertained Dixon”, you said cheekily, and you wanted to pinch yourself, in what world…?

“Come with me then”, he said, turning around and gifting you a soft smile, you couldn’t believe what was happening, were you on crack or something?

Whatever it was, you followed him happily, and you walked back to Aaron’s house, the garage door was open, and there it stood…

“Wow! you finished it already?”, you asked excitedly, watching the new bike, it was amazing

“Yeah, Aaron had all the parts already, I just needed to put ‘em together”, he seemed quite pleased with himself, and you were as excited as he was

“Very nice, Dixon, I already knew you were good with your hands, but now I know for certain how good”, you teased, and you actually managed to make him blush, “let’s take it for a spin then”

“What?”, he asked. You kept smiling, but maybe you were pushing it. He seemed to understand what you meant, “Let’s do it, come on, Aaron and I are going on a little mission”

“Take me there then”, and you suddenly realized how excited you were for being outside of the walls once more. 

They were ready to leave, so you went to the armory and grabbed your gun with the silencer, a full extra cartridge, and your axe hanging from your belt, a thick jacket, and you were ready to go.

Daryl and Aaron where waiting for you near the gates, and you barely waved at Aaron before you were climbing on the back of Daryl’s bike

“Heyy but I’m going in a car!”, said Aaron, with an amused glint on his face, you only looked at him over your shoulder and winked.

“Hug onto me”, Daryl said, he raised his vest so you don’t hold back his movements. You wrapped your arms around him gingerly, and accommodated your head over his left shoulder, “ya good?”, he asked, you nodded, and off you went.

You tightened your hold on him, you felt your cheeks heated, he had become broader the last weeks. You felt a bit uneasy on the bike, so he groaned, feeling you tighter around him.

“Sorry!”, you giggled, “I get so nervous”

“Ya dun trust me?”, he asked, the wind blowing soft hitting your face

“Of course I do”, you said with a soft smile, “it's been a while since I rode in a bike”

Once you got used to the special stability of the motorcycle you started enjoying it, felt like you were flying, you hugged Daryl, more softly, but you did, placing your cheek by his/

“This is amazing”, you whispered, and he could hear you, even over the sound of the motor. “thank you”

Daryl guided Aaron out of the road into an alternative one, where you stopped and left the car and motorcycle, and you continued on foot, to scavenge a couple of houses and an abandoned stripcenter. 

“We are looking for people?”, you asked them both

“People who might join Alexandria”, said Aaron

“We have been following a trail”, muttered Daryl.

And the entire day, you spend with Daryl and Aaron, and you got see them work together, you always stood a bit back, watching them, and that calmed you, they were a good pair, and now you were…calmer about the idea of them being out here together, not that you had the “authority” to say anything about it. And in Daryl’s mind happened something similar, he did not want you to come out here, or at least, without him.

You came across fields, you checked out structures, you even managed to scavenge a few things you thought you might use back in Alexandria. a couple of camping lanterns, a sleeping back, and other things, even some canned goodies.

You didn’t find anyone though, nobody, not a single soul.

“LOOK WHAT I FOUND!”, You said, more excited than you should be for a canned meal, but it wasn’t just ANY canned meal, it was mac and cheese, yes you were a sucker for pasta sometimes.

Daryl actually chuckled when he saw what you were holding, and Aaron smiled as well

They had set a small fire, and you opened the can and placed it over hot coal to heat it. You rubbed together your hands in preparation 

It felt good to be out here again, because now, not like before, it was “controlled”, and it was your will, you knew you could go back to Alexandria, but scavenging was something you always enjoyed. Looking for new houses, things you could use, it was like treasure hunting.

You found horrible things too, but now that you were scavenging for your family outmatched the fear of finding something horrible. 

You ate your mac and cheese happily, even humming, as Daryl and Aaron refused the deliciousness, you had it all to yourself under their amused glances.

“What a nice day”, you said as you scrapped the last sauce of the can, “with my boys, out here, eatin’ some Mac&Cheese, easy breezy”

“M’glad your enjoyin’ ‘urself”, chuckled Daryl

“It’s nice to go out here, when you have a nice place to return to”, you whispered happily. You smiled widely at Aaron, who smiled in kind to you. 

“You got a little somethin”, Daryl whispered, leaning onto you

“What?”, you asked, without even thinking about it, he used his thumb and wiped a smear of cheese sauce from the side of your mouth. You were so surprised you didn’t even move as he wiped it. It was only a moment, but his closeness and his touch in your face, meant the world to you.

He stared at you after, he had such beautiful eyes. Aaron cleared his throat, and Daryl separated himself like you burned him. but the Alexandrian just smiled cheekily at you. 

When the sun was setting, you started your journey back, you hugged the archer gingerly, again.

“Thank you for this”, you whispered into his ear, he grumbled something, making his entire body rumble. You only chuckled, hugging him more.

And you literally rode into the sunset like a movie. 

But when you got back, as you were planning how to keep being in the company of the archer… you realized something wasn’t right… From Aaron’s place, where you stored Daryl’s bike, you could see Deanna’s house, and Rick and Glenn were there, and by their body language, something was terribly… terribly wrong.

“both of you, to the house, now!”, he commanded, you and Daryl shared looks, and after dropping the bike, you trotted to the big house. Everyone was there, and your stomach sank when you again felt that.. air… 

Beth cried, pretty loudly in the corner, being comforted by Maggie, and you were in the middle of it, with Rick, Michonne, Glenn… even Carol

As they filled you in, the run went terribly wrong, Noah was dead, so was Deanna’s son Aiden, and Tara was in the hospital, seriously injured. 

Nicholas, the idiot from the gates was speaking to Deanna, and the coward had his own version of the facts, and you could take a good guess who Deanna and Alexandria’s people were going to believe, but heavier than that… Aiden was dead, Deanna’s son. 

After listening to Glenn, you felt how everything started to collapse around you.

This was bad

Really, really bad

The Alexandrian were idiots, you knew it as soon as you saw them, especially after the altercation with Glenn and Aiden after the dry run the other day. Whoever thought it was a good idea to let them go together out there… was another idiot.

Rick looked at you. You looked back at him.

You knew how leadership worked, you were not going to diminish or contradict him in front of the group, no matter if it was your own family. 

You exited the house, Rick followed you closely

“Say it”, he said, as you were now on the porch, “say what you are thinking”

“Maybe we should leave, Rick”, you whispered, his panicked face said it all, “If you are worried, I’m sure there is a bunch of gated communities out there, we can take one, like the one Noah was from, make it our own”

“This place had electricity, water… its self-sustainable”, he said, desperate.

“I never said it was gonna be easy, but I bet Eugene can set us up with some solar panels, if you give me a couple of days I could see and copy some of the systems, we can recreate them”, you said, “I know how to draw good blueprints”

“We can’t leave, yesterday you were fine!”, he accused. 

“As we can clearly see, things change from one day to the next!”, you said, “the crash was brutal, between us and them”

“We can’t leave”, he repeated.

“We are clicks away from DC, don’t you think we can find something that looks like this?”, you asked him

“No”

“I’m sure they will allow a couple of us to stay while some finds it”, you said, “Judith and Carl can stay here while we scavenge for something good”

“We are not leaving!”, he said, grabbing onto his hair in exasperation, the crazy eyes returned, the ones he used when he first met Aaron, or the people from Terminus

“You wanted to know what I’m thinking, this is it”, you said softly, “for only your ears, but that’s what I’m thinking”

“This isn’t trying!”, he said 

“We cost Deanna her kid”, you said, “her son!”

“That’s not on us”, he said with warning

“They believe it is”, you said. “and if we don’t make this work, then we have nothing”, you said surely.

“Then you go”, he said, “go find this new place”, you nodded.

Only when there was nothing else to be said, and you made sure Beth was somewhat alright, you finally had some time to yourself and went to your room. 

Tears fell down your cheeks when you thought of Noah, that bright kid, he wanted to be an architect, he wanted to make sure we were gonna be safe here, that you had a future, a future for himself, after losing all of his family. 

Fuck, this was messes up.

Why him? Why does a kid have to go? you heard Glenn’s story and you wanted to kill that idiot, Tara was in the hospital with her head the size of a watermelon and that idiot was safe and sound in his house, and Deanna… had lost a kid.

You lost one of the youngest members of your group, you haven’t met him for long, you only had one conversation with him, that day in the hostage exchange in the hospital, and yet, you rubbed your chest, feeling it aching. 

“Hey”, you raised your head to look at Daryl, who was lying against the doorframe, “ya’ alright?”

“Yeah”, you wiped your tears, “he wanted to be an architect, you know? he asked to be placed in the development team with Reg and me”, you whispered.

“He wanted to make good f’this place”, he said, he looked uncomfortable, but he had approached you, so…

“He was just a kid!”, you whispered. “[for fucks sake]”, you whispered, for a second you forgot yourself, using your mothertongue instead

“What?”, asked Daryl, you looked at him and you felt your cheeks heated

“Sorry, I was just cursing”, you said, a bit embarrassed, but he seemed kinda impressed.

“That sounded so…”

“Foreign?”, you teased

“Cool”, he said simply, you laughed.

“Do you have another expedition tomorrow?”, you scooched over and he sat by your side in your bed. 

“What am I? the guy with the hat and the whip?”, he drawled, sitting by your side. 

“Indiana Jones?”, you laughed, “Do you have another run?”, you rephrased it

“Yeah”

“Can I go?”, you asked him, he looked at you sharply

“I don’t think it’s a good idea”, he muttered, you didn’t push him, but you got a dark feeling, had you done something? he didn’t enjoy it as much as you have?

“Oh”, you whined, but you tried to smile at him, “next time then”, you whispered, you had made it weird. 

The only thing he wanted was to take you with him, but after what happened with Noah, Glenn and Tara, he was terrified now, he didn’t want to lose you.

You looked at him longingly. 

He told you this very morning not to go on the run, and now two people were there, you dind’t know if you should feel relieved or guilty. If you had been there… would things turn out different? or far worse? would you be the one to be dead now? or you could have died?

Another hard lesson of this dark world, no more “what ifs”, it was what it was.

You had your own mission now, if Rick really meant it, you were to scavenge, and look for a new place, in case they kicked you out of this one. 

“This morning…”, you whispered, he looked back at you, so close to one another. “you told me not to go”, you said

“Told ya’ didn’t trust the bastards”, he muttered. “Nobody should have gone w’em”, he whispered.

“Daryl”, you called, his eyes found yours again, “come back… tomorrow”

“Yeah”, he whispered. “Always”

There it was again, the longing, the butterflies in your belly that something might happen, the excitement.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment in which it happened, but now, as you looked at him, you realized… you liked him, you fell for him.

He looked around your room, it was a bit empty, but you already managed to make it cozy.

“Like the room”, he said

“Thanks, I’m hoping to find some more things, to make it more cozy”, you said hopefully

“I’ll leave ya’ to it”, he whispered, it was getting late, but you didn't want it to end, you didn't want him to go, but… you had nothing to offer him to stay. Your head was a mess, you needed to think about what happened and what will happen.

“G’night”, he whispered

“Good night”, you said softly, you wanted him to stay, to sleep by his side like you did on the road, but he left your room, and you felt terribly sad.

Noah gone, your new home in jeopardy, your family in danger of being out there again, alone, with no shelter over your heads, or food.

No, it wouldn’t come to that, it couldn’t. 

You needed to do something.

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[amyispxnk]

My Sunshine

Summary - Things are getting bad again and you know Joel would be there to help you in the blink of an eye, but you can't help but feel guilty for even feeling this way - so burdening him with your emotions is out of the question. You try to hide how you feel from him, but you know you can't. He knows you too well.

A/N: SO. i am positively struggling at the moment. with life and just everything. and my lonely ass is in need of some comfort, especially when i feel like.. yk, shit. and feeling like doing shit to myself which is not very good 😊. but i could not find a single comforting fic about self harm, and i get that it’s a very sensitive subject - but my god i need this comfort so please let me indulge for a moment.

And going back to how self harm is a very sensitive subject - please heed the warnings and tread carefully. this entire thing is about self harm and comfort when struggling with it, so please be cautious.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (could possibly be read as gn but I've used things like sweet girl and his girl so)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: self harm (not explicitly described or anything, but reader struggles with it), fluff, comfort, established relationship, angst, one mention of drugs (i used it as a.. simile, or whatever, nobody’s taking or has taken any drugs!), crying, kisses, pet names, bad thoughts, questioning the purpose of life, brief perspective change, INCREDIBLY BRIEF MENTION OF SMUT (one word.)

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Joel opens the door with a sigh, toeing off his boots and calling out your name as he walks into the living room, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you, breathe in your comforting scent and bask in your equally comforting embrace after a hard day of work. Normally you’d be in the living room, watching TV, maybe reading a book, or in the kitchen, cooking dinner, baking something new you’d found on the internet. But you weren’t today. It’s eerily quiet and he calls out your name again, breaking the silence with his loud voice as he walks up the stairs.

“Dariln’?” He asks as he pushes open the door to your bedroom; you’re not there either. He’s ready to start panicking since he’s checked just about every room of the house when he hears your voice coming from the bathroom.

“Just a minute!” You say, and he exhales with relief when you walk out of the room and up to him, giving him a small smile. It’s one of those smiles which doesn’t make your face look brighter or your eyes crinkle at the corners, no, it’s one of those smiles which you offer to him quickly to reassure him that everything’s okay, please don’t worry about me when you’re probably so stressed already.

“How was work?” You ask as your arms come around his neck and you hug him, breathing him in, holding him a little tighter than usual.

“Was a little tiring today, our supplier messed up the size of the headers and- Sorry, probably don’t mean nothin’ to ya.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile as his right hand came to the back of your neck, tilting your head back a bit so he could kiss you.

You melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as you lost yourself in it. No matter how many times you kissed him, you’d never get enough of the feeling that came with it. Joel's kiss was like a drug, and you were addicted.

His hands skim up your sides but you pull back abruptly, wrinkling your nose. “You smell, Joel. Go shower.” You chuckle weakly and hit him playfully on the chest.

“Mm, I thought you like ‘em a little dirty?” He teased, making you scoff and shake your head as a smirk crept onto your lips.

“Not today. Get.” You told him sternly, still smiling nonetheless as he walked past you to go shower. The smile slipping from your face with ease as the door slides shut behind you.

A few hours later, showers have been taken, dinner made and eaten, and the both of you are now sat on the couch. Joel decided it was a good idea to watch a movie, putting on his favourite - Curtis and Viper 2 - much to your dismay. You swore that you’ve seen this damn movie so many times you’d be able to quote the entire thing word for word, but he still put it on, insisting that it was a classic and it wasn’t like you had any better ideas anyway.

You'd both come to learn that during movie nights, you'd always end up either falling asleep on his shoulder or you were both fucking before even the halfway mark.

Tonight you were curled into Joel's side, silently watching the movie with him. Well, not really watching the movie, just kind of watching the screen. Staring at the pixels and letting the sounds of the film and the world around you in through one ear, out the other.

You were lost in your thoughts, that was happening more often nowadays, mindlessly picking at your nails as you pondered on questions that were far too heavy to ponder this late at night. What's the point of life if we're all going to die one day? Why am I always so hopeless? Why can I never find the purpose in anything? Why am I getting worse at hiding these bad feelings? What if I get too miserable one day and Joel stops loving me? What if I'm just a burden to him?

The final two questions hit you hard, making you do a sharp inhale as you suddenly sit up, startling Joel in the process.

He turns to face you wearily, eyebrows furrowed. “Baby? What's wrong?” He asks quietly, arm coming around you and pulling you back into his side as he kisses your hair.

“‘s nothing. Sorry. Just tired- I think I'm gonna go to sleep.” You mumble, gently extracting yourself from his hold.

He frowns deeper. “Y’ don't wanna stay with me and finish the movie? Even though I know you weren't watching.” He attempts to tease lightly, wanting to lift the mood.

“No, um- you stay and watch it, that's okay. I'm gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight.” You say hurriedly, forgetting to even give him a goodnight kiss before you're up the stairs and in the bedroom, closing the door a little too quickly and praying the slam of it didn't further his concern.

Your back is pressed against the door as you grip the handle tight, eyes squeezing shut as you try to slow your breathing. It's not working, and you just want it to stop. You don't want to be upset, you don't want to feel like you're drowning in your own emotions again, you don't want Joel to find you crying upstairs in your room.

And the only thing you can think of doing is harming yourself. It's been on your mind a lot recently, as your sadness starts to get a little bit too much and you can't find any way to extinguish it. It feels like it's consuming you and you can only think about the last time things got like this. About how you dealt with it.

It would be so easy. You knew how to do it. But you couldn't bring yourself to. You'd be failing him, you saw how upset he was when he found out what you were doing last time and you didn't want to make him feel bad ever again.

You just didn't want to be a burden.

The door slams upstairs and Joel’s frown deepens. His hand goes for the remote, turning off the TV. He's seen this movie enough times, he thinks.

He slowly goes up the stairs and makes his way to your bedroom, wanting to make sure everything's okay.

You were definitely a little off tonight, zoning out and not being as talkative as you normally were, giving him a reason to already be a little concerned. Then you practically ran upstairs a minute ago, seeming panicked and making him worry even more.

He's at the door now, gently coaxing it open, and he's met with darkness. Darkness and silence.

He whispers your name, closing the door behind him as he flicks the light switch on, jumping slightly when he sees that you're right there, sat on the edge of the bed.

You turn to face him and he immediately notices how your face is wet with tears, eyes swollen and red, hair slightly dishevelled.

His heart effectively breaks at the sight of you.

“Baby- what's wrong?” He asks, concerned as ever, as he rushes over to you.

You rub at your eyes furiously, blinking back any further tears as you swallow.

“Nothing- nothing's wrong, Joel-” Your voice wavers as you speak and there's clearly something wrong - why you try so hard to hide it from him is beyond him.

He gently pulls your hands away from your face and holds them together in your lap.

“There's somethin’ wrong, sweetheart. I can see it.” He says softly, his thumb brushing away another tear that’s slowly trailing down your cheek.

You're completely silent, lip quivering.

You don't want to be a burden. If you tell him, he'll get upset and then he'll try to help you, even though you feel like nobody can. You'll just end up being a burden.

You shake your head, squeezing his hand as you do.

“Baby please. Talk to me.” He pleads with you, cupping your cheek and looking at you with so much care and worry that it makes you want to sob all over again.

“I just feel like shit.” You mumble so quietly he almost missed it. “I-” you start, but you just sigh frustratedly, digging your nails into your palms. “I feel.. really bad, again. It almost feels worse this time and it just makes me want to hurt myself. To make it all stop.” You say through clenched teeth, upset and afraid and so, so angry with yourself for admitting how you feel. You do it so much easier now but only because you and Joel had worked so hard to get rid of these defensive walls you'd built around yourself, walls that forced you to conceal your feelings and bottle your emotions.

“Oh, sweet girl.” He frowns, sitting on the bed and turning you to face him a little more. You don't want to look at him. You don't want to see him getting upset and worrying about you. You can't bear it.

So you keep your eyes clamped shut and continue talking. “My thoughts were just getting so.. so loud. And I don't know how to make it stop, and I almost- I just thought it would help.” You're shaking, he can feel it. Little shivers across your entire body, making your breath tremble as you exhale and inhale shakily. “I'm so sorry, Joel. I'm sorry.” You start to sob and he feels like doing the same, because he hates seeing you like this. If he could take all the pain away, force it onto himself so you didn't have to bear it, he would.

He pulls you closer to him, into his lap as he cradles you and rocks you slightly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and resting his head there.

“Baby, please stop apologisin’. You aren't doin’ anything wrong and.. I know it's hard. It's hard to stop yourself from relapsin’, but you've done so well. ‘m so damn proud of ya, because you've gone so long without hurtin’ yourself. And it's doin’ good for ya; you might not realise it but I do. You’re so much happier now without it, ya like a fuckin’ ball of sunshine.” He teases, making you let out a watery chuckle. He pauses for a moment to brush away your tears, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you. So so much. And I don't want to see you in pain like that ever again. I don't want my sunshine to go away, and I don't think you want her to either.”

You nod slowly, rubbing at your face as the final tears slip past your eyelids, looking up at Joel again.

He held you and you both talked for what must have been hours after that. You discussed what was really bothering you, how you could try make it better. Distractions helped, you decided. Joel proved to be a good distraction, as you ended the night listening to him talk about just about anything from the new diner that opened up in town to that one story from his childhood which made you snort with laughter every time (one which consisted of little Joel falling ‘head over heels in love’ with a girl when he was in elementary school, deciding to profess his love to her by writing a sappy poem for her and reading it to her in front of quite a large group of people.. only to be turned down. Naturally, he would've been, considering she was a fucking 16 year-old!)

He knew that that story would be the one to make you crack a smile, even if it was a small one, he just wanted to make his girl happy again.

You did a little more than smile, giggling so much you went red because that story never really gets old.

“There she is.” He murmured affectionately, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and kissing the tip of your nose, then your cheek, then your lips.

It was a brief, yet loving, one, as he pulled back from the kiss and stroked your hair as your eyes fluttered shut.

Joel pulled you closer to him, your head now resting on his chest as your eyes fluttered closed from his soothing touch.

“G’night, babygirl.” He murmured, unsurprised when you didn't answer since you had already fallen asleep.

He stares up at the ceiling and he feels happy despite everything that happened tonight, because he feels good knowing that he can give you that solace and comfort that you just need so desperately sometimes, just like he gave you in the hours that passed. He'd do it a million times and more if it was for you.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you.. enjoyed? Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and requests are open. 💞

Note: My heart really goes out to you if you struggle with self harm. It's not easy to deal with and even harder to stop doing it once you've started, but you're not alone. Even if you feel like you have no one to talk to, there are countless places and websites you can look at which offer things like helplines and anonymous chats if you're struggling, and also give healthy solutions and alternatives etc. to self harm. You're so loved. Things might seem impossible but never give up. It will get better one day.

[hanbinniesmango]

PU reaction to your baby photos

kyy note//: helloo guys, figured i wanted to finish this so hope you guys like it!! hope everyone who celebrates 4th of july had fun!!🤍🤎. p.s. PU means performance unit

hoshi: thinks your so cute and will 100% go on a rampage about how your children will look. maybe ask if he can make the baby’s room tiger themed and you’re like ?? still smiling at him. probably in his alone time would download one of those apps that merge faces and show how people’s children would look like and does it to you guys. he will definitely be thinking about this the rest of the day and maybe days to come!! probably has a breeding kink… (who said that🐯) but anyways best believe this is not the first time he’ll bring up your babies. would definitely be up for trying for some… (ok i’m done sorry😞) “you’re such a cute baby!! how do you think ours would look, hm?” he says while looking at the picture then to you. “they definitely would have your cute little face.” you says before tapping his nose with a smile, making his face scrunch up happily.

jun: obv be all soft about it, would get extra cuddly whilst your showing him the pictures. “you looked so adorable!” he would say with a big smile. “does that mean i’m not adorable now?” you say with a fake pout. “wait—no- i mean you are still adorable—stop twisting my words!” he yelps out, mildy upset. “haha, im just kidding junnie" you say giggling once more at him, him frowning at you. "is this how you acted when you were a kid?" he says with an eye roll. you nod your head with a smirk. "bless your parents, sheesh!" you dramatically scoff at him and laughs. "ok, rude!!" you say folding your arms. "im just babyyyy, right?" you giggle and roll your eyes the same as him. "im guessing you don't want to see the other pics?" then hes quick to shuffle over to you and squeeze you in his embrace, whining out a loud, "nooo! let me see 'em!!"

the8: he’d act so nonchalant about it, but under that shell, he’d be so bubbly and giddy, imagining how your kids would look, would be making all the scenarios in the world until you had to snap him out of his thought process. “don’t i look so adorable?” you look at him and see him zoned out. “hao?…hao you there?” you say after shaking him once making him look down at you on his side with a head tilt. “hm? yea you do look adorable.” he says with a smile. you smirk knowing what could possibly be on his mind. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours hao?” you say with a giggle. he feels his face heat up the smallest bit, huffing out. “just thinking about how our children together would look sweetheart, just imagining the best.” he says with chuckle before ruffling your hair. “you were acting so calm about it, deep down you’re so giddy about me right?” he looks away with a grin then back at you then sighs, “i guess you could say that…” “hey! why do you sound so iffy!!” you say with a gasp and dramatic gasp. he shrugs his shoulders then laughs at your reaction. “remind me to never show you my baby pictures ever again!” you say with a eye roll. he hugs up to you and kisses your cheek in an attempt to apologize, smile still on his lips. you look down at him in faux frustration and then back up with a grin. “you’re lucky you’re mine and handsome.” leaving him chuckling.

dino: you guys would just be having fun swooning over both younger pictures of each other, making little jokes while cuddling. “i can see the little michael jackson in you in this picture! you must’ve gotten the spirit early on!” you say with a laugh while zooming in on the face. “do you still think my face looks the same?” he says with a head tilt. “definitely! only difference is you look cute in the picture and now you look hot!” he smirks at you hugging up to you tighter. “i can still be cute!” he says in denial. “hm…i don’t know about that…” you say with fake disgust. “wow!” he rolls his eyes at you with a laugh. “don’t you wanna see my pictures channie?” “no, i don’t wanna see how much of a dirt eater you were…” now it’s your turn to gasp dramatically. “just saying!” he says making you both laugh and continue showing the pictures.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LIGHTHOUSE!

make 'em swoon (prompt list) gender neutral reader

CHIGIRI HYOMA!

a smile that makes his eyes soften!

Chigiri can be surprisingly uptight sometimes. He isn’t necessarily the most openly affectionate boyfriend, but once you pester him with your love enough, he’ll gradually open up and give into your ministrations. Sometimes he might grumble but still let you cling to him, and other times, he’ll follow along with your teasing just to turn the tables onto you and leave you flustered and buzzing. But the moments where you know he loves you and loves soaking up your attention is in the small clues. Whenever you grin at him, either to goad him into doing something or right before a kiss, Chigiri’s eyes light up a bit. No matter how thorny and tsundere he pretends to be, he’s deeply infatuated with you. He can’t even lie to himself about how in love he is with you, and it’s these kinds of cues that let you know how down horrendous your boyfriend is.

“Pleaseeeeee, pleaseeeeee?” You’re practically hanging off of the redhead’s arm, dragging him down with your body weight as you grip onto him like he’ll disappear if you let go. Your eyes are sparkling, and you’re trying to flash your most stunning smile at him. “Look at how cute the drinks are here! We have to go! It’ll be the perfect date idea! C’mon, can’t you at least do this much for your absolutely wonderful and perfect and flawless partner?”

Chigiri pretends to pout, even though you can see him looking at the cafe’s Instagram pictures with a bit of intrigue. “...Are you that set on going? Aren’t there cafes like this everywhere?”

“But this one is brand new! I wanna try the snacks and stuff myself, and we have to go before it gets super popular and crowded! It’ll be fun, I promise! Please?” You beg passionately, continually sidling up against Chigiri. You two both know that even though Chigiri acts like he can’t bear with your pleas, he actually likes it when you bombard him with your attention and will always eventually give in.

He shakes his head, acting as if he doesn’t have any other option. “Fine. I have some time, and I guess it won’t hurt to treat you. If you want to go that badly, then…”

You cheer loudly, immediately enjoying your victory and beaming up at him with nothing but pure joy and adoration. Chigiri can feel his heart skip a beat in his chest, and his breathing feels a little tighter when he sees how happy you are. His eyes warm up around the edges as he gazes at you getting all excited, and when you pull him in for a hug, he laughs defeatedly and holds you back. 

“Oh, I absolutely can’t wait to go! You’re the best, Hyoma!” You gush at him, and Chigiri swears that if you were a dog, your tail would be broken from how hard it would be wagging.

He grins coyly, happy to be able to monopolize your attention like this. “Mhm. I sure hope I am.”

YUKIMIYA KENYU!

pressing foreheads together!

Life is never easy, and you know that Yukimiya navigates all sorts of pressures constantly in his life. The demands of his professional life weren't like the same responsibilities that other kids his age had: not only was he a soccer player in the making, but he was also a model on the side! You did your best to be a stable but caring lover for him, and whenever he needed a breath of fresh air, you’d be there for him. But that doesn’t mean you two can’t have your own shenanigans from time to time, and Yukimiya often tries to steal a kiss or two during these intimate moments together. He might claim to be a pacifist on the playing field nor is he as flashy as some of his peers, but Yukimiya’s still a passionate man. There’s nothing that makes him feel more proud and smug at the same time than seeing you get flustered and knowing that he’s the only person that can have this kind of effect on you. 

Yukimiya’s wavy hair had always caught your eye, whether it be bouncing with each step of his walk or soft curls decorating the top of his pillow when you woke up before him in the mornings. Either way, whenever he was close to you, you wanted nothing more than to reach out and to touch it, stroking his delicate hair and soaking up Yukimiya’s attention.

“You’re staring so intently at me, love.” His voice shatters your attention, and you give a small squeak when he draws close, quickly closing the gap between your bodies. He slings his arms around you, trapping you in a net of limbs and frantic heartbeats. “Is there something you want?”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine at the hushed tone of his voice, with Yukimiya whispering to you like the way only a lover would. His eyes were warm but sharp, like a man waiting to pounce, looking for an opening that he could dig into.

Your breath hitches when he leans his head in, and your foreheads touch. Even though it was just a little bit of skin-to-skin contact, it feels electric. Your lips part habitually, and you want nothing more than for Yukimiya to lean in all the way and to capture you with a slow kiss.

You swallow, and your voice trembles just a hint. “You. I want you, Kenyu.”

“Yeah? Is it me you want?” He chuckles darkly, and he lifts a hand to brush his thumb over your cheek. Without another word, his lips are on top of yours, and you melt fully under his touch. He holds you close, and he kisses you with his whole heart, matching your desire for him with affection of his own. Your chest is pressed up against his, and his heartbeat matches up to yours, beating in conjunction and intertwining with you. 

Your head spins, dizzy and intoxicated off of the kiss, but you don’t want to ever pull away. You’re sure Yukimiya feels the same with how greedily his mouth moves against yours.

Yukimiya wouldn’t trade you for the world. Not when he can have you perfectly, lovingly, and wantonly as he does. 

ITOSHI SAE!

a kiss pressed to the neck!

Sae still sometimes has yet to learn to appreciate the finer things in life. He’s only ever known soccer his entire life, and that’s cost him many valuable things. Now that’s a little bit older, had a little bit more time to reflect, a little bit more regretful than he once was, Sae’s teaching himself how to properly cherish the things and the people he holds close. He’s eternally grateful that you’ve stayed with him through thick and thin, and even though he’s not the best at expressing his emotions verbally, it’s through the small gestures that he shows his true heart. It can be anything from making sure he eats his meals with you when his schedule allows it all the way to asking you to wear his jersey when you come to support him at his games. But his favorite has to be sneaking kisses onto your body, his lips molding themselves to the gentle curves of your neck and shoulders, his soft touch electrifying with all the untold promises of his love towards you.

“Don’t you have practice today?” Your voice reminds Sae of the wind chimes he’d pass by during his time in Spain. Your grumpy boyfriend slides his arms around your waist and leans on your shoulder, and you scoot over on the couch to make room for him. Despite him acting like a high and mighty better-than-thou prodigy on the field, you know him better for his clingy and insatiable behavior once the two of you are in private.

He pouts slightly, only loosening his expression up when he can feel your fingers combing through his unkempt red hair. He blinks slowly as if he were a cat, and his piercing teal eyes trace over your silhouette before landing on your eyes. “It got canceled. Some maintenance issues. Nothing any of us need to worry about.”

Sae can feel you grin and shift to adjust to his presence as you make yourself comfortable again, your attention torn between the TV show you had been watching and him appearing out of nowhere. Truth be told, he wants to monopolize your attention quite a bit, more than what you’re giving him right now. But he’d rather eat mud than admit it out loud, so when you go back to immersing yourself in whatever reality TV drama you’re engrossed in, Sae begins upping his antics bit by bit.

At first, it’s just him holding your hand and maybe rubbing his thumb over the back of your knuckles. But then it turns to him burying his face into the crook of your neck, huffing slightly when you don’t turn to face him. It looks like being subtle won’t do the trick for him anymore, and only then does Sae look for an exposed patch of skin on your neck before leaning in. His breath fans out against your body before he parts his lips, and he presses his mouth against your neck. His sharp teeth ghost over what feels like your pulse, and you gasp, immediately sitting up straight and turning directly towards him.

“Sae!” Your eyes are blown open wide, and only then does Sae allow himself a coy smile. “What’s gotten into you?”

There we go. Much better. He’s far more happy now that your undivided attention is on him. 

MICHAEL KAISER!

smirking in a way that suggests more!

It’s downright unfair that Kaiser gets to walk around looking like that. The common phrase ‘God must have favorites’ feels true when it comes to him. Not only does he have a blooming career as a professional athlete, he’s also immensely popular and handsome to boot. And the cherry on top has to be the fact that he knows all of this. Kaiser is more than aware of how much of a coveted man he is, and now that you’ve stolen away his heart, he’s going to use every weapon in his arsenal to try and charm you. There’s nothing he wants to see more than to get you flustered and at his mercy: a perfectly smitten darling for him to pamper and to be spoiled by to his selfish heart’s content. He doesn’t care if it involves embarrassing you or coming across as desperate; the moment Kaiser sets his sights on something or someone, he’s doing whatever it takes until he emerges victorious.

You wish Kaiser had been born with a little more shame in his body. For the most part, you’ve gotten used to your boyfriend’s flamboyant and standoffish behavior when his soccer skills were involved (it wasn’t like you wanted to get in between his spats against other professional players either), but when it came to his shameless flirting with you, there were times when all you wanted was for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You find yourself wondering why exactly you were even attracted to such a man to begin with, but Kaiser is more than happy to remind you of his charms all over again.

“Darling,” he coos lovingly. He only ever uses that seductive tone of voice when he wants your attention, which is more or less all the time whenever you’re on his mind. A tattooed arm slinks around your waist and pulls you closer to him, and he presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “I’m feeling peckish. Entertain me.”

“What am I, your personal jester?” You grumble, shaking your head. “Don’t you have clips to analyze? Or you can always go to the gym for a bit, if you really have nothing to do-”

“-No, no, I’m not feeling that kind of peckish.” His hands wander to your stomach, sliding down and toying with the hem of your shirt. The remainder of your words die on the tip of your tongue as realization flits across your mind, and heat instantly flares up in your cheeks. You squirm in his grasp, managing to turn yourself around to face him. You’re determined to scold him when he intercepts you by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, the boy sighing happily when he can feel your soft mouth against his.

He pulls away and whispers just so that you can hear, “It’s a kind of boredom only you can take care of. Won’t you be good and take care of me, darling?”

Your mouth is dry as his eyelids lower slightly, and he bats his eyelashes at you tantalizingly. His striking blue eyes are alluring as always, inviting you to close the gap in between the two of you and to give yourself to him for the time being. You hate how downright sultry his eyes are at times, but you hate how helpless you are against him even more.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Kaiser promises, leaning in so that his face is just a mere breath away from yours. “How does that sound?”

x

[in1-nutshell]

I wonder what would the Maxima being a prime stuff but with the other scenario

Where instead of Smokescreen saving Optimus, it was Maxima

I got to start making more comfort for our girl here...

Anyways!

Hope you enjoy!

Maxima becoming Maximum Prime (Altern. Version)

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Angst, Mention of character death (its Prime but he always comes back) Cybertronian reader

TFP

Everything was happening too fast.

Too sudden.

It seemed as if Maxima had just returned from a peaceful patrol and was now told to evacuate the only other home on this planet.

But it was happening and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it.

The only thing she could really do now was help ease the process for the younger members of the team and try and keep morale up.

Maxima gently placing Miko into Bulkhead’s alt mode. She was the last of the children to go. Miko: “You guys will be okay, right?” Maxima forcing a sad smile: “We’ll be fine Miko.” Miko: “…Okay, you better be. If not I’ll punch your lights out!” Maxima: “I don’t doubt it.” Maxima taking a shaky vent and holds out her digit so Miko could shake it. With that Bulkhead drives away. Maxima catching Smokescreen sneaking off and grabs his doorwing: “Your next Smokes.” Smokescreen grumbles a bit after getting caught. Maxima pats his shoulder and watches him go off through the groundbridge.

As soon as it was Ratchet’s turn though, the tears started escaping as she embraced the older medic tightly.

No one knew what was going to happen…

If this was her last time seeing him... she was going to make the most out of it.

Soon enough it was just her and Optimus.

Once the coordinates were set and the groundbridge whirled to life for one last go, the dam broke.

She clung onto her father so tightly, she was sure she had created new dents in both their armors.

Optimus immediately responded and hugged her back with almost the same tightness.

Maxima wanted to say something, anything to change his mind about going with her.

But she had gotten her stubbornness from somewhere and it wasn’t just Ratchet or Megatron.

With one last squeeze, she quickly transformed and sped into the bridge.

She had to do it quickly, if not she would have turned back.

Once through Maxima began to look around at her surroundings.

It took a couple of minutes to realize that this had been one of her patrol routes near the base.

She could still make it!

…All those happy thoughts however died the moment she saw a great explosion in the direction of the base.

Maxima didn’t remember screaming for him.

Nor when she transformed and drove straight into the wreckage of her home.

She did remember the moment she saw her father’s battered frame in the rubble of the base.

Maxima with wide optics and tears: “DAD!” She scurries over to him getting as much debris as she can and pulls him to a ‘cleaner area of the wreckage. She looks over at his wounds. Maxima forcing a smile: “It looks bad… but I can fix it! Just wait, I’m sure there’s some tools around!” Optimus: “…Maxima…” Maxima holding his servo: “Don’t talk, save your energy. Now if I can just remember where I put the spare tools—” Optimus: “Maxima…” Maxima holding the servo tighter as more tears start escaping: “I know I can-can find ‘em! Just hold on for a second—” POP! Optimus had opened his chassis presenting the Matrix of Leadership. Maxima is in shock. Optimus: “I… know how you feel about the Matrix… but now the team needs a leader.” Maxima: “That’s why I’m going to fix you!” Optimus coughing roughly: “My time with the Allspark is almost here… Maxima…” Optimus tries to raise his servo to her faceplate. She grabs it and presses it on her. He gently strokes one of his digits to wipe a tear. Optimus: “Do not cry for me… be our light in our… darkest… hour…” The servo started going limp. Maxima: “Optimus? Optimus!” She starts shaking his shoulders, panic settling in faster seeing his frame starting to turn grey. Maxima: “Dad! DAD! PLEASE DON’T GO! DAD PLEASE!... please… don’t leave me…”

Maxima hurriedly turns to the Matrix seeing it floating closer and closer to her chassis.

She grabs at the limp servo and quietly opens her chassis and closed her optics one last time as Maxima.

Maximum Prime opened her optics for the first time and saw the greying frame of the former Prime before her.

She began to stand up when she noticed the Forge of Solus Prime in the wreckage.

An idea popped in her helm.

Orion Pax opened his optics groaning. He looks up to see a tall bot that eerily looked like his sparkling. Orion: “Where am I? What is going on? Where is Maxima?” Maximum Prime gently places a servo on his shoulders giving him a kind smile. Maximum: “It has been a long time Orion Pax. I promise to tell you everything in time, but we must find our missing comrades before Megatron does.” Orion: “Megatron? Like Megatronus?” Maximum holding out her servo: “It is a long story Pax.” Orion grabbing her servo as they maneuver their way through the wreckage and finally to the desert. Orion: “I am rather fond of stories.” Maximum: “…This story starts with an abandoned sparkling and a friendly archivist…”

[elizabethsnuts]

Young Daughter Reader asks JJ, while at the pool, about her scar (from when she was taken). Daughter walks into Jemily room while em is changing and asks Emily about the scar she has from being staked. Daughter reader wonders why she doesn’t have a scar to match her mommies (bc she is to young to understand how scars come to be).

Scars

Jemily x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You had noticed both Emily and JJ’s scars and couldn’t help but ask them about it.

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The sun shone brightly over the pool, its rays dancing on the water's surface, casting reflections onto the surrounding tiles. Your laughter and splashing filled the air as you enjoyed a bright summer day by the pool. JJ sat at the edge of the pool, her feet dipped in the cool water, watching you swim around with Emily who was holding you to keep you afloat as you couldn’t swim yet.

As you and Emily came towards the edge of the pool, your little legs kicking under the water, JJ couldn’t help but smile. Your hair was clinging to your forehead, and your eyes were sparkling with joy. Reaching for JJ, you were picked up by Emily and placed onto the tiles of the side of the pool. You plopped down next to JJ, water dripping from your small frame.

JJ quickly wrapped a towel around you to keep you warm, you smiled and looked up at JJ in curiosity. You had noticed something while swimming and you wanted to ask her about it. “Mummy, what’s this from?” you asked, your finger gently touching the scar.

JJ’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Emily, who was looking right back at her. It was a question she knew would come eventually, but she hadn’t anticipated it so soon. JJ took a deep breath. “It’s just an old owie that Mummy has, but don’t worry, I’m okay!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “How you get your owie?”

JJ sat in silence for a second, trying to find the right words to explain something so dark to you while also trying to keep it age-appropriate and not worry you. “Sometimes, people do bad things because they are very unhappy or because they want to hurt others... and a bad guy did a bad thing to Mummy..”

You seemed to ponder this for a moment, your young mind trying to grasp the concept of someone hurting your mummy. “You all better now, Mummy? It still hurt?” Your tone was filled with concern and worry for JJ.

JJ smiled and hugged you tight. “Mummy is all better, I swear. It doesn’t hurt anymore because it’s all healed and better. I don’t want you to worry about it, my love. Mummy is okay, alright?”

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Later that evening, after a fun-filled day at the pool, you were all back inside. JJ and Emily busied themselves with dinner preparations while you played in the living room. As bedtime approached, you wandered into JJ and Emily’s bedroom, clutching your favourite stuffed animal, Mr Monkey.

Emily was changing into her pyjamas when you entered. Seeing your curious eyes on her scar, Emily looked at you with a small smile. Your gaze moved from the scar to Emily’s face, your expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Mama, you got owie like Mummy?” You asked, pointing to the scar.

Emily smiled gently, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto her lap. “Yeah, I’ve got an old owie just like Mummy does.”

You looked at the scar, then back at Emily. “Why you and Mama have old owies, but I not have one? I get owies and it not stay like your old owies.”

Emily’s heart ached at the innocence of the question. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. “These old owies are called scars and scars happen when our bodies heal after being hurt. When you scrap your knee, you get an owie but it only leaves an owie for a little bit before it goes away completely. Sometimes when you get bad owies, they stay and you get a scar.” Emily pointed to her scar.

You nodded in understanding but a frown was still present on your face. “Why I not matching like you and Mummy?”

Emily kissed your temple, wrapping her arms tighter around you. She didn’t want you to get hurt at all. “You don’t have any because you haven’t been hurt like we were, and we hope you never will be. We want you to always be safe and happy.”

You nodded slowly, your small fingers tracing the edge of Emily’s scar. “I want to be strong like you and Mummy.”

Emily smiled gently, cupping your cheeks and looking you in the eyes, watching the way you copied her eye movements, she always loved how beautiful your eyes were. “You are strong, Y/N. You’re strong and brave and wonderful, and we love you very much.”

JJ had been putting away laundry when she started to listen to the conversation from outside the door. She joined the two of you in the bedroom, sitting on the bed and wrapping her arms around both you and Emily. “You don’t need scars like Mama and I to be strong, N/N,” JJ said softly.

You giggled and nodded, kissing both JJ's and Emily’s cheeks. You held your arms up to try and flex your ‘muscles’. ”I super duper strong!”

JJ let out an exaggerated gasp and poked your little bicep. “Woah! Oh my gosh girl, you’re so strong! Is Uncle Derek teaching you his exercises?”

You nodded, trying to deepen your little high-pitched toddler voice. “We super muscle guys!” You tried to hide the little giggle that slipped from your lips but it was too hard.

You were in fact not muscly, you had tiny arms but your parents weren’t about to stop your fun. Emily laughed and tickled under your arms. “Alright, super muscle lady! You’re so strong, I think you could beat Uncle Derek! He wouldn’t know what hit him.”

You giggled loudly and jumped on the bed before jumping into JJ’s lap. “I luv you, Mama and Mummy!” You smiled and cuddled into them.

JJ smiled brightly and kissed your little cheeks. “We love you more, silly little lady!”

As the night settled in, the three of you lay together, you were safely tucked between your mothers. JJ and Emily shared a silent vow to protect you from the darkness they had faced, focusing on the light you brought into their lives. They would do everything to make sure you never got a scar in the same way they did.