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httpiastri · 5 months ago

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first of all CONGRATS ON 3K!! 💗😫 I've loved your Pepe work and I'm so checking out your other works 😭💗

saw the 3k celly and I couldn't resist myself 👉👈

how do we feel about a small Pepe blurb with the touch starved prompt: "one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out" ??

furthermore,, could it be the reader being the one that is touch starved and Pepe just casually grabs em and sits them on his lap and is the reader the one freaking out?? 🤭

🍈 – send me a driver and a prompt from this list of hugging prompts, these touch starved prompts, or these kiss prompts, and i will write a short blurb for you!!

author's note: thank you so much!! and im glad you like them aaa 🥺 i loved this idea !!!! but lol i thought a blurb was 500 words, not 100-200. still doesnt explain why this is 1.2k. 😶 i had time over on my flight so this (and the paul "blurb" ive got scheduled for later) was the result. hope u enjoy :)

3k celly !!

(college!)pepe marti x reader

there are a lot of fun ways to spend a free saturday evening.

but being squeezed into a room with a bunch of drunk students, with music so loud you can barely think? not one of them.

you had been about to refuse your friend's suggestion to tag along, as you always do, before she had uttered the magic words. pepe will be there.

you were already planning outfits in your mind when the words left her mouth, suddenly feeling like no piece of clothing you own is enough to impress him. how could any piece of clothing ever be good enough for someone like him?

disappointment, though no surprise, fills you when your friend leaves you the second you enter the apartment of some guy in her physics class, to search for that other guy she's been crushing on for weeks now. so, here you are, in the living room belonging to some student you don't know, being pushed around by students you also don't know, with some song that you've never heard blasting from the speakers.

thankfully, even in a crowded apartment like this one, it isn't hard to find pepe. the sound of his sweet, intoxicating laughter can be heard from miles away.

he's sitting on a couch in the corner of the room, red solo cup in one hand and phone in the other. he's showing something on his phone to his best friend christian who's sitting next to him, his giggles sending a wave of relief through your body.

pepe's eyes light up when they meet yours, a sliver of surprise in his smile as you make your way over to him. he says your name like it's what he was made to do, like no other words have ever fallen from his lips. "i almost didn't believe your friend when she told me you'd join her tonight," he tells you. "i'm surprised."

"i'm full of surprises," you answer, tilting your head to the side slightly.

"of course you are. like that dress, very surprising." that statement isn't very surprising in itself; your friend, ever the fashionista, noticed your stress over your choice of outfit for the night instantly, lending you one of her favorite dresses with the words you'll look adorable, he won't be able to stay away. but the fact that pepe has noticed you enough to at least in some way collect an idea of the types of clothes you would and wouldn't wear is surprising to send a shiver down your spine. "you look great."

you can't control the redness that threatens to spread across your cheeks at that, but your gaze shifts to the ground to at least lessen some of your flusteredness. pepe doesn't miss the gentle smile that makes its way onto your lips, though. christian understands this as his cue to leave, jumping out of his seat and bolting away in just a second. pepe taps the now free spot on the couch, and you slip down next to him without another thought.

"did you get to the kitchen already?" he asks, gaze burning into the side of your face as you pretend like fixing the hem of your dress is something you actually need to do and not just a way to occupy yourself. "or do you want me to go get you something to drink?"

you shake your head, eyes flickering over to him again. "i'm alright for now, but thank you."

he nods over his cup, bringing it up to his lips to take a sip. the action has the muscles of his arm contracting and… has he always been this muscular, or is it just the light of the apartment? either way, he makes it look so casual – he probably doesn't know he's the object of your current mental assessment – as if the feeling of his jeans against your bare knee isn't distracting enough. "i'm glad you came," he says after he's lowered the cup. "the party was bound to be boring without you."

there it is again; that relief you felt earlier. a sliver of a confirmation that this thing that's been going on between you two these last few weeks isn't just one-sided. unless he's just toying with you, as you've heard certain men like to do, which doesn't exactly help soothe your worries.

but pepe isn't like that, you have to remind yourself. that's one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place; he's gentle in a way you can't credit a lot of men to being, like a mild breeze instead of a full-blown storm.

someone turns the music up even more, something you would've assumed was impossible a minute ago, as if to say you're thinking too much. fewer thoughts, please.

you take a deep breath, eyes meeting his. "i'm glad you're here, too."

"what?"

you let out a short laugh at the way his face contorts as he tries to hear what you're saying over the loud music. "i said," you start, voice growing louder. "i'm glad you're here, too."

pepe nods, though you're not sure if he actually understood or if he's just faking it, before saying something you have no chance of catching. you raise your eyebrows, tilting your head slightly and jokingly bringing a hand up to the back of your ear to hear him better. you did not expect him to lean forward, nor the warm huff of air that meets your ear when he speaks into it. "it's a little too loud, isn't it?"

you nod when he leans back to look at you, the corners of your lips tugging upward at the sight of his own smile. you shrug, trying to figure out a way to solve the issue; you came here to talk to him, not to just sit next to him all quietly because you can't hear each other. you gaze around the apartment, only to find a pair of speakers placed in about every corner of it, which brings back that disappointing feeling from when your friend left you just minutes ago.

but pepe has other plans. before you can interject, his hands find your hips and lift you up to straddle his thighs sideways. it's a swift motion, and he makes it seem like you weigh about five grams, leaving you pretty completely speechless. "i figured we'd hear each other better like this," he says, one hand reaching over to grab his cup again from where he must've placed it on a table nearby just moments ago, while his other hand stays planted on your hip. when you don't say anything, his eyes rake over your face, a hint of guilt in his expression. "sorry, is this okay?"

you take a deep breath, pushing the butterflies in your stomach away for just a moment and gathering the courage to nod. "yeah," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "i just… wasn't expecting that."

the chuckle he lets out vibrates through your body, too. "well, get used to it." that damn smile of his appears again, the one you just can't stop yourself from mimicking. "i like having you close."

as his hand slips past your hip and around your waist, you allow yourself to lean into him a little, impressed by the way you find yourself enjoying your new seat very much.

impressed by the way it feels like this seat was made just for you.

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kasagia · 7 months ago

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right hand IV mini spoiler?🤭

One spoiler may be that I'm doing everything I can to get IV published this week, on Friday at the latest (and I'll probably do it, keep your fingers crossed for me). 😅🙈

But here is a fragment of part IV: 😈😈

(...)

"Yeah… he can be quite a pain in the ass." You nod, shifting your gaze to Feyd. He danced with Irulan. You try to ignore the pang in your heart, and without thinking much, you reach for two glasses, handing one to Fevas. The two of you make a quick toast, and you're relieved to feel the burning sensation of the alcohol masking the unexpected bitterness you feel.

"Well, since he's busy... will you allow me the immense honour of having my toes trampled by you?" You look briefly at the harpies, considering his proposition. It wouldn't hurt anyone if you will have a one dance with your old friend, right?

One of the harpies nods at you while the other two stare daggers at Irulan. And in that very moment, you decide that you will not allow yourself to become another of Na-Baron's harpies. You'd rather die than become the other jealous woman.

"I am better dancer than I used to be. You can get very surprised." You respond flirtatiously, offering him your hand. You giggle, rolling your eyes as he leans down and plants a kiss on it.

"Really? Impossible. The last time you danced with me, I had to go to a medic to heal my poor, trampled toes."

"And yet you still want to dance with me..." You reply teasingly as he leads you to the dance floor. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you a little too close to him for comfort. But neither of you care.

You think it's nice to feel seen and desired. It was certainly better to have a charming man like Fevas than to prop up the walls at a party. Sometimes being in the shadows bothered you. And even though Fevas was... too lively for you, right now you wanted to break out of your comfort zone for a moment. You knew he was perfect for this.

You didn't realise that the blue eyes of a certain Harkonnen were piercing your companion with a hateful look, which especially intensified when Fevas wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and leaned towards you to whisper in your ear.

(...)

"I think you've forgotten who I am to you, little witch. Say it."

"I… you are the Na-Baron." He hums dissatisfyingly, shaking his head at your response.

"Try again."

"Future Baron of Giedi Prime." Your answer was again unsatisfactory to him. You shiver as you feel him press the dagger against your chest, the tip of the blade playing with the strings holding the corseted bodice of your dress together. If he used a little bit of the dress, it would expose your breasts to his view.

"Don't play stupid, or I will punish you in front of everyone. And I wish that dirty, walking pile of muscles that had his hands on you didn't see me slapping your beautiful, little ass red. In fact, I'd rather be the only one enjoying this view, so be my good girl and tell me whose remains I'll throw to my harpies tonight?"

You hold your breath at his words. Feyd couldn't visit his harpies tonight. Not when they were supposed to be busy... getting rid of the baron's corpse. You think quickly, trying to find the best way out of the situation without condemning Fevas to a certain death. Feyd's intense, urgent gaze makes you blurt out words in an act of pure panic and thoughtlessness that you have probably never said to him before.

"No."

I hope you want more... 😊🩵🩵🖤🖤

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha x y/n #feyd rautha harkonnen x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd supremacy #anon ask #anonymous #thanks anon!

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dwntwn-strnlo · 1 year ago

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HELIX matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. this request is from july HELP

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. piercing date 🤭

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . reader is best friends with the triplets (and has a soft spot for Matt), they are recording a video and then they talk about things they wanna do, like visiting a certain country, just some rambles. Reader then talks about how she always wanted to get a piercing but is afraid about it and never had the courage to do it. So the next day Matt takes her on a surprise date to a piercing studio where she gets it done. Just some fluffy stuff where he holds her hand and tries to encourage her to do what she always wanted to do. ( @hedgehogperalta )

"okay, okay, here's one." you say, finding a good question. "'what's on the top of your bucket list?'"

"scuba diving for sure," nick answers almost immediately. then trailing on while chris counters with his bucket list.

after the two of them finish, matt turns around in his seat, meeting your eyes. "what about you, y/n?" he smiles lightly, visibly interested in what you would like to do.

"oh," you huff, scanning your brain. you were so invested in nick and chris' rebuttal that you didnt think of your answer. "ive always wanted to get a tattoo or a piercing, but ive always been too scared to do it."

"ooh ive always wanted a helix," nick adds.

matt smiles, "y/n you would look really cool with a helix."

you return the smile, a light blush creeping on your cheeks. "would I really?"

"or just a straight up nose ring," chris encourages.

"right," nick laughs, "you need to go get a piercing for sure."

you smile. ego definitely boosted from all of this encouragement.

. . .

"can i-"

"no." matt huffs, cutting you off. you've asked him the same question over and over, 'where are we going?' 'can I know what we're doing?' and so on.

"well are we at least close?" you ask, looking out the window beside you. watching as the buildings and cars flash past.

matt hesitates, taking a left turn, "just like four more minutes."

you turn to the radio, turning the music down. trying to figure out why in the world matt randomly texted you that he has a surprise for you. but nothing crosses your mind.

"and. . . here we are!" matt says, lightly biting his lip in excitement.

you look out the windshield to find yourself parked in front of a piercing studio.

"matt, holy shit-"

"you were talking about how you wanted a piercing last night and so I figured might as well." he smiles at you, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

suddenly you felt small. nervous butterflies erupting in your stomach. "I dont know if I can do this, matt." you awkwardly chuckle.

"sure you can," he assures, leaning over to meet your eyes. "this is wear nick gets his piercings, it's safe, and they're all kind. I promise."

you look at him with an untrusting look in your eye. still not sure about going through with this.

matt reaches out and grabs your hand, "I can hold your hand while they do it." he says, knitting his brows with an assuring smile.

looking down to you hand intertwined with his, your breath hitches. "well- I can't aff-"

"my treat." he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand, "i wouldn't have drove you all the way out here just to make you pay."

"matt-"

"y/n." he giggles. "quit stalling, kid."

releasing a shaky breath, you nod. "okay." you mumble, nodding your head again before getting out of the van.

matt gets out and meets you at the door. then asking if your ready and opening the door. he lets you walk in first, and then following you in. "appointment for sturniolo." he says, walking up to the front desk.

the lady at the front nods, leading the two of you to a room. "which one of you is it today?" she asks, pulling two gloves on over her hands.

matt gestures to you before sitting down in the chair next to you, "she is."

"awesome," the lady smiles. "you can sit here. and what are you getting?"

"oh- uhm a helix?" you say.

she nods before spinning slightly in her chair to set everything up.

you meet matt's eyes, your face clearly washed with panic.

"you're alright," he whispers soothingly. he picks up your hand you holds it in both of his. gently rubbing your knuckles. "you'll be fine and you'll come out of it looking badass." he laughs lightly.

amusedly rolling your eyes, you smile, "sure."

"okay, you ready?" the lady asks, turning around with her things.

you look at matt and he smiles, silently assuring you again. "yeah, I am." you nervously laugh, squeezing matt's hand tightly.

shutting your eyes, you try focusing on the unintentional rhythm of the way matts thumb slides across your skin. doing your best to completely ignore the quick sting in your ear.

"all done." the lady says.

you open your eyes, looking around confused. "I didn't even notice."

matt smiles, "see, I told you it would be okay."

"thank you, matt."

"of course," he says, his cheeks going a light pink at your praise.

TAGLIST

@thetriplets3 @stxrniqlo @ifilwtmfc @iha8you @oneirophobic @20nugs @gracietaylorsversions @fenoy7 @mlimmm @prettysturniolo @ssturniolo @gabbylovesreading @oh-toseewithoutmy-eyes @matthewmurdockswife

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo angst #matthew sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fluff

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axcel-lucci · 1 year ago

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I was cooking (literally) 🤭

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader.

(Angst?)

@the-fluff-piece @sailor-cosmic-horror (idk what blog to tag 😭)

Part 1 is here

"Fuuuuuckkk" (y/n) groaned as Bepo tilted his head slightly.

"What's wrong, (y/n)...?" He asked cutely

"Ah... it's nothing... but fuck- my side hurts..." she laid back down with a grunt, "everything hurts..."

"A-ah?! I should call captain!"

"No-!" She yelled back, "I mean... no... it's not that kind of pain... well I mean it is kinda painful physically, but... not the pain I'm complaining about..." she sighed deeply.

Bepo merely hummed and sat beside her, "when you told captain how you felt and passed out... he panicked. I don't think I've ever seen him so panicked and stressed like that before." He admitted, "and when I asked him why he was like that, there was no clear answer... like he changes his story every time I ask a question. And once you were better he just... stormed out. It's weird... he'd usually check on his patient's condition before leaving..."

"O-oh..." she mumbled.

'I messed up this time... Huh? Do I talk to him? He might be mad or weirded out because of my confession... if only I didn't tell him all those things! I thought I was gonna die! Goddamit!!' She thought before frowning.

"Uh... you need to rest, okay? I'll check on captain first, then I'll come back to you..." Bepo said as he left

She just sighed deeply, "I need to make this right. If I just kept it a secret to the grave... to be fair, he would never let his crew die on him... no one really died in his hands, unless for enemies." She muttered.

A few hours later, she didn't realize she had drifted off to sleep. Only to be woken up by a warm hand softly clearing the hair away from her face.

Her eyes slowly opened before groaning, "again with the fucking light."

A deep chuckle echoed beside her, one that was highly recognizable by the human ears.

"C-captain?!" She gasped as she looked at him standing over her.

"How are you feeling? Sorry I stormed out like that... I just had to deal with some affairs of the sub. It was kinda damaged from the battle. Though I had Bepo check your vitals. I guess he forgot to do that..." he explains as he adjusts the tube that gives her some IV.

"A-ah..." she sighed before humming, "hey... captain. Can I ask you something?"

"Hm? Sure" he muttered as he scribbled down the clipboard.

She stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking of what to say; "remember what I said...? Before blacking out...?"

Law paused for a bit before sighing and nodded, "yeah... I... I do..." he muttered before placing down the clipboard and pen, "how... how long?"

"What...?"

"For how long have you felt this...?"

Her throat starts to dry and close up as she looked away, "quite a while now..."

"I need the exact date."

She took a deep breath, "I think... a year and a half... I'm not too sure though."

"So... you kept this to yourself... for a year a half...? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He muttered, he was hurt. Obviously. He knows why, but doesn't want to admit it.

She sighed deeply once more, "because I know you wouldn't feel the same about me..."

Law snapped his head to look at her in such a shocked manner. His wide eyes and a slight frown.

She didn't see it but it was fairly obvious.

"What do you mean...?"

"Cut me some slack, captain. The crew knows your stance on relationships... you just don't do them." (Y/n) muttered, her words getting choked on her throat, making it hard to speak. Her vision blurring with tears.

Law could only look at her with clear confusion and shock, "look... don't trust everything the crew says. Most of it is just rumour anyways." He grumbled a bit before holding her hand, "look. I didn't mean to make it seem like that, but in reality... I... I like you too... I just... didn't know you felt the same..."

She finally looked at him with tear filled eyes before sniffling, "really...?"

"Yes, really" he smiled softly before bringing her hand up for him to kiss, "when you get better, I'll take you out... what do you say?"

"Oh captain..."

"Law... just call me by my name now"

"Law... yes... please"

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istarveforplatonicptnstuff · 7 months ago

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Pookie, what do you think of ptn characters being self aware au?? I need another platonic for that😍😍😍

Pookie 😿 The way that I wanted to answer this right away, but I ended up thinking about it for half a day, since today I had to finish counting tears in a plastic bottle (life update, today was my GRD and they had me recite 50 STEPS 😀 Changing patient gown and iv infusion + insertion 😢 But I SLAYED because I got perfect and one mistake in the other 😎) - Idk about ya'll but... You probably found out about the game based on the ad that had MISS 🤭 MAAM 🥰 Zoya... You guys don't understand the GRIP 😩 it had on me when I saw the ad for the first time... So, after watching THE ad that saved LIVES 🤩 including mine ofc 😊 You downloaded the app, despite having ZERO experience playing a tower defense game... 😶 That was me, highkey projecting rn... 😔😔😔 - So after days of getting used to the game, you started watching the interrogation since you were quite curious about the sinners backstory... 🤔🤔🤔 After finishing part of Hella's interrogation, you started to notice weird things happening in the game.

- If you put Zoya as your display character, she starts getting too real about asking you how your day was. And telling you stuff like; You better level me first 😤😤😤 because I'm the only who can protect you bbgirl... 🐺 Girl... This wasn't here before 🤨 so you definitely looked it up, but to no avail... So you probably felt special... 😍😍😍 Like, for me??? 🥺 Oh my gah 😱 I'm never letting you go POOKIE 🤭 Though you got jumpscared by the way Zoya suddenly responded with, That's right... I'm your pookie now... 😈 Making you press the home button on your phone due to how much you are FOLDING rn... 😳😳😳 Zoya canonically RIZZING you up pookie... *Sighs in not being able to relate because I'm not You pookie... 😞* But lmao imagine saying words like, Pookie 😍, Rizz 😏, and Bbgirl 🐺 to THE Zoya, like this is sending me rn... The way that I giggled a lil bit too hard writing this, feeling a lil EMBARAZZED picturing how Zoya would probably react to this... She's probably amused at you fangirling about her character, gives me FANSERVICE queen vibes like??? 😳 She knows how to play her role TOO well... 🥵

If you decide to put Adela as your display chara... (Though, what you know about my POOKIE Adela??? 🤨 Maam, I probably need to see that I.D for verification that you are INDEED another Pookie of Adela's... 🧐🧐🧐 /j I SEE 👀 you that one Adela pookie in my comments rn... So, this one's for you 🥰 and a lil bit of a spoiler pooks, if you see this rn... I'm writing another installment to our fav hair stylist soon...) - Adela would DEFINITELY give you good advice about hair... Me thinks my girl Adela knows FASHION 💃 Because, you cannot convince ME that this girl doesn't know how to dress up, like??? Her default outfit? SLAYED THE BOOTS DOWN 👢💥 So, rest assured you guys chose the right girl to display because this girl DON'T play around with both SERVING looks and SLAYING in one setting like girl... Me thinks if you like asmr, and had it on playing in the background and she hears and sees how it relaxes you... She probably would replicate it, like girlie had a secret career brewing and thought that we didn't notice??? 😯 Pookie, at this point, if you want to sleep or just relax... Hop on the game rn... Adela's doing 💈✂ barber shop 💇‍♀️ asmr... 😴😴😴 Adela havers be having a good night sleep, being blessed every night with her calming atmosphere... (Average Adela fan spotted, I will YAP when I hear her name...) Her voice lines would make you feel that you guys were besties from the start, or it's either like she's your mom friend and you guys get to hanggg around when she's not too busy SERVING the customers 💅

Not the soul siren 😭 but if you guys put her as your display character and you eat in front of her during a break... Sis will ROAST you like she's a copy of Gordon Ramsay, but more CUNTIER 💋 Girl acts like you are one of her 5 star chef and DEMANDS that you eat something else... 🙄 Babes really think you're rich 💳✨ and have MONEYYY to eat ✨exquisite✨ food... Only the best food for her caretaker. Girl really said that like you was her maid or something like??? WHAT? 😭😭😭 Lowkey judges you like you're BROKE or smth, same thing applies if you're actually not broke or like... College student tingssss, which makes it even WORSE because sister manages to convince you to buy her skins every time or pull copies of her... Pookie, I think she's a secret marketing agent of AISNO... 🤨 Girl WILL be obsessed with you the moment you max her, forfeit all moral possessions for her, and HER exclusively... 🤐🤐🤐 Sis does not leave you alone even after all that... She's hard to please 😞, in short but she warms up to you when you show significant improvement in your life... It's giving... Strict asian parents vibes 😶 Though, for realsys she isn't mean but like she's hard to predict pookie... I think she's kinda more on the practical side of things... When I mean practical, like your cooking skills... Critiques you as if you're in culinary school... 😃 Tough love for you pookie 💔 But dw, she'll change... When you manage to impress her with your cooking skills, of course 😇 Extra An: Pooks, if ya'll want more... 🤭 Comment which characters you want to see in this series or request other stuff that you want to see... The more KRAZY 🤪 it is, the more likely I am able to EAT 🍴 it up (Though, your pooks wouldn't be active much/still brewing some ideas 🧍‍♀️) TOODLES!

#path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere #platonic ptn #ptn #ptn x reader #platonic path to nowhere x reader #Cabernet x reader #platonic cabernet x reader #ptn adela #adela x reader #ptn cabernet #ptn zoya #Zoya x reader #platonic zoya x reader #platonic adela x reader

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0littleladybug0 · 5 months ago

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haihai :3 could u please do mayhaps a cg!steve harrington x little reader an mayhaps they the little is a bit cranky >:O and maybe just wants extra cuddles and extra baby time w cg stevieeeeeeeeeeee :D I love ur acc btw

YES I CANNN!!!

this request is the cutest thing ever i love it so much (coming from a girl that gets supper cranky when im regressed 🤭

Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader

Summary: someones getting cranky and Stevie knows just how to help

Tags/warnings: Age regression, gender neutral reader, tooth rotting fluff from our favorite cg, spelling mistakes if you squint your eyes (theres always gonna be at least one i miss), reader being the most teeniest tinyest baby ever, reader being insecure but dw Steve is to the rescue!, no use of Y/N, ive never written for Steve before so let me know how i did!!

DNI IF NSFW

It wasn't an exaggeration that you were completely and utterly exhausted. Between classwork and picking up as many shifts as you could with your part time job, you were stacked with responsibilities and were constantly busy. Its not like you were doing it all alone though, you and Steve have both been working insanely hard. You both needed and deserved a nice break from the real world.

Your little space was just that, it was perfect for the both of you! You loved being taken care of and Steve loved having somebody to take care of, and he especially loved taking care of his sweet sweet baby.

The only issue however, was that you always had a problem verbalizing what it was you wanted. You knew that Steve loved being your caregiver and didn't mind your regression at all, intact he praised it any chance he could and was beyond supportive of everything, but you just couldn't shake the insecurities away sometimes no matter how hard you tried to.

You had spent all week without slipping into your little space, something that Steve noticed very quickly since you rarely ever go that long without regressing, even if its just for a hour or two. You wanted nothing more then to slip and be babied by your cg, but the insecurities in your head were too strong, and that made you want to slip even more.

Good thing for Steve though, he had an indescribable gift of reading you just like a book. He knew everything and anything about your regression, and he knew that the longer you stayed big, the smaller and smaller you would regress.

So when you came back home from an exhausting shift after your classes, he knew what you were doing.

You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a small whine escaping your lips. You were so tired you didn't even see him walking over to the couch, taking a seat right by your feet, rubbing circles on your back.

"Hi baby." he cooed, "lets change you into some jamies and get you some food, how does that sound?"

The idea of being all cozied up in your favorite pjs sounded like a dream, but the thought of having to get up and actually change, you simply just didn't have the energy for that.

you wanted Steve to pick you up and carry you on his hip, change you into your jammies and give you a nice warm bottle of milk.

And Steve always knew what you wanted. Which made you want to stay big even more, but you were beginning to slip and you couldn't help it.

"No, not tiny." you pout, trying to prove your point.

"You mean this itty bitty baby right here, this little one isn't tiny hm?" he asked, tickling you slightly at your sides. "Seems pretty tiny to me."

You giggle and squirm, immediately making you slip completely into your little space.

"Cmere sweetheart, lets get you changed, your to tiny to wear your big clothes, i cant imagine thats comfy."

"Wanna be in my jammies." you nodded in agreement.

Steve got up from the couch, a confused look lacing his face when he turned to see you staring up at him with big doe eyes.

"You want me to carry you, dont you?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer to it.

"Yes please." you said shyly hiding your face.

He chuckles to himself as he put his arms under yours and hosting you up on his hip. "Good job with your manners hun, where did i get such a polite little one?"

God he loved to see you blush and hide in the crook of his neck.

After getting you into some comfy clothes and a snack in your stomach, he knew that you didnt even need a bottle to knock you out for the night. Would you still be asking for one, oh absolutely.

You began to kick your legs when he hovered you over the couch in an attempt to you you down.

"No dada! No couch!" You shook your head vigorously.

"Baby, I gotta put you down somewhere, dont you want something to eat?" Steve asked.

You let out a whine and buried your head back into the crook of Steves neck. All you wanted was to cuddle with your caregiver, you didn't want to think about what you wanted to eat, let alone have the energy to actually do it.

"Just wanna stay with you." you mumbled, your voice soft and muffled from Steves shoulder.

"Ok How about this," Steve began, holding your cheek with his free hand so that you could look at him. "What if i made you some nice *comfort food of choice* and then a bottle after, huh? How does that sound?" Steve suggested, he could tell you were tired and fussy and all down right exhausted. he couldn't imagine all the big feelings you were having right now in your little mindset.

He waiting until you slowly nodded in agreement before walking over to the kitchen, with you still on his hip of course. After the food and the bottle was done, he walked you over to the couch and placed you on his lap. He pulled a throw blanket over your back and made sure your stuffie was close to your side and put on cartoons on the TV. You didnt have to ask him what you wanted, he already knew how to treat his tiny tiny baby.

he blew on your food to make sure it wasnt too hot before holding it out to you on your baby spoon, encouraging you to eat it.

He knew that in such a little headspace the last thing you had was energy to feed yourself. He never minded helping out his baby.

"Its yummy isnt it?" He asked in between bites, never rushing you and letting you take your time with the dish.

You would nod along, clinging to Steves side feeling your hangry crankiness slowly go away.

You giggled when he licked his finger and whipped your checks clean. Your laugher to Steve was like an angle choir, he would do anything to hear that little laugh.

After you were done with your food, Steve had so hesitation feeding you your bottle next. You could feel your insecurities rise again at the though of Steve having to take care of you so much, making you cranky again.

You tried to grab the bottle from Steves hand before he tapped it away.

"Its ok baby, let dada give it to you." he reassured.

That one piece of reassurance was enough to get you back into your baby headspace as you nuzzled your head further into Steves chest with a smile.

Your bottle was quickly finished as Steve reassured you with sweet nothings throughout it. He grabbed your paci and held it out waiting for you to take it. You had no hesitation letting him place it in your mouth. He brought both arms around you now, bringing you into a big bear hug. He layed down on the couch with you on top and ran his hand through your hair.

"Sorry i was cranky today." You mumbled through your paci.

Steve looked down at you at your saddened state. He hated when you apologized for feeling your emotions.

"Hey baby, look at me." He said, bringing a hand to your cheek, brushing it slowly with his finger. "You never have to apologize for the way you feel. Its ok that your not happy and playful everyday. Every baby has their cranky days. And i will always be there to take care of you no mater if your happy or sad or cranky or tired. Im going to be there for you no matter what. Im always gonna be here for my little baby." He kissed the top of your head and tighten his grasp around you.

You nuzzled back into his chest with a soft smile on your lips.

You felt loved. You were loved. Everything was ok.

You both fell asleep holding each other on the couch, you woke up feeling cured of last nights big emotions with the help of your cg and your littlespace. And even if you woke up and you were still little, you didnt worry about being too much for Steve. You knew he would grab you a juice box, set you on the kitchen counter and make you breakfast as you watched.

You truly couldn't ask for a better dada.

But yet again, he couldn't ask for a better little one either.

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hvly · 1 year ago

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as a fellow virgin male enthusiast, who are thee virgins of each fandom ur in??

— ⋆｡˚｡⋆ ｡˚ 𓆩𖥔𓆪 ˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆ —

sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ : ooooh, ive never really given any deep thought to who takes the virgin crown before. let’s dive in !

𓆩𖥔𓆪 — disclaimer ! these are just my opinions. if you disagree, cool. don't really care to hear it but let's be civilized and cordial.

Chainsaw Man - Obvious Answer

i know. you know. we all know who it is. do you think I should explain why? no. we all know I don't so we're gonna move on.

Demon Slayer - Himejima Gyomei

I’ll be honest, I was torn between Gyomei and Giyuu, but ultimately, Mr. Stone is taking the cake on this one. Now listen, I know we’re all enamored and absolutely riveted by the man's sheer size, but we have to be honest with ourselves (even if it hurts). And it’s not because he’s a sensitive soul and he cries over grass getting cut, but because he’s just a pious man imo. I truly believe that intercourse of any kind is the absolute last thing on his mind, if it’s there at all. Even if he did have sex, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be for pleasure.

Haikyuu - Asahi Azumane

i struggled with this one because id have to go school by school and more than one came to mind (maybe I'll do that later just for funsies 🤭) but Asahi is scoring high on my vir-dometer. Asahi seems like the type of guy who would wait until he's in a strong committed relationship before he has sex. Casual sex, one-night stands, and even early into the relationship. Something as intimate and personal as sex shouldn't just be done willy nilly (hehe, willy) and he has to be sure and secure in himself and his partner. What a guy, right?

Jujutsu Kaisen - Kokichi Muta

I feel like he's a virgin just because he's chronically in the friend zone. He just kind of has the misleading aura to him that keeps landing him there, like "Oh, he doesn't seem like the type that wants to be in a relationship/have casual sex. But I enjoy his company so win some lose some." Of course, he doesn't feel like that, but he also won't clear that misconception/misunderstanding up. Sure he'd like to get laid, but not at the expense of how people perceive him. He knows his time will come soon enough, though.

My Hero Academia - Shigaraki Tomura

Now before y'all jump down my gullet and bring up AFO Shiggy, I want to implore you all to be fucking forreal. That boy can barely talk to the people in his league, let alone get someone into his bed. And if he did (by some miraculous act of god), i'm almost positive he'd do one of two things. Sit there confused as to what to do next or he'd cum during foreplay and fall asleep. He's just incredibly, debilitatingly awkward to me and I pity the boy.

Obey Me - Belphegor

Belphie's just lazy, to be completely honest. I can't see him putting in any actual effort to lose his virginity. Sex is a physical activity that, depending on how soft or rough/fast or slow you are, can be quite strenuous. Is 10-20 minutes of physical activity worth like, 4 minutes of afterglow? No. No it isn't. It'd be much better spent sleeping. Or taking a nap. Resting his eyes, if you will. If he ever decides to spare the energy to bone, however, he's not doing any work. Purely spoiled pillow prince.

Tokyo Revengers - Kisaki Tetta

Kisaki is still a virgin just because of how obsessive and delusional he is. There's only one person for him and he's tunnel visioned on making them his and his alone. It's different from waiting for the right one because he knows who the right one is. They just don't know yet. He doesn't have a single moment to waste on some random fling or distract himself from his ultimate goal of making his target officially his.

#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #tokyo revengers headcanons #obey me headcanons #mha headcanons #jjk headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kisaki tetta x reader #belphegor x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #kokichi muta x reader #asahi azumane x reader #himejima gyomei x reader

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reedsofintimacy · 3 months ago

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Damn for having so much personal advice and opinion to give, and being, yknow, theoretically, *confident dominant types* you all sure are shy and convinced on not letting me know who you are. I guess that's fine but also I'm not posting it and I would never really trust advice via an anon. Sorry. Teehee 🤭

But tbh it really has been my experience that nearly all women are truly submissives. Including self professed "dommes". I think many are submissive women who find the idea of a submissive man being dommed by a woman sexy. Like to watch in porn or imagine.

But they don't actually want to be the woman doing the dominating. Its just a sexy idea. Actually being that role is deeply uncomfortable to them, they dont enjoy it, they arent wired for it, and it isnt their personality. They're submissives who happen to also find submissive men cute. Which is fine, but, is not a domme any more than finding a puppy at the park cute makes you an animal whisperer.

"Uh i wanna domme u but also im turbo nervous and shy and hate leading conversations and dont want to pick what we do in bed and it would be great if you could do all the things a functionally dominant person would do except i call you "good boy" while you do it." Mmmk. Im good thanks. "No but like even though youre like choosing everything and in total superior position by all metrics, the activity is giving me head so that makes it dominating you". Sure.

Having been a daddy dom of convenience for a long time before finally embracing that it just isnt what i enjoy most, i have hard carried sooooo so so so so many conversations over the years with submissive women who I knew wanted to talk with me but were just wholly incapable of even half guiding a conversation. They needed their partner to always being the one picking the topic. I ask a question, she just answers it. I find another topic, she passes back. Which was fine, i was the dominant and when i really was interested in someone I put in the work.

But the amount of *dominant* women I have had contacting me who feel *exactly* the same to talk to is astounding. Im sure youre all great people but i sooooo do not have the energy or drive or desire to simultaneously be in subby space and also the one clearly dominating this conversation and in total control. Thats the opposite of what I want in a domme.

I want to be responsive. Reactionary. The one being led by the dance. Putting effort into my steps, sure 100%, but not choosing their direction. Not dictating the tempo. Not selecting the music. The sensation that the person on the other end *actually halfway knows what they might want* and is going to communicate that without me having to prompt and pry it out of them and being left feeling like I'm clearly the boss. I swear. Im not a brat. Im not trying to be alpha. But somebody has to drive this vehicle or itll explode; and in a complete power vaccuum theres just nothing i can do to stop myself from expanding to fill it its just physics at that point. And im just not really into it rn.

Anyways rant over 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 lalalalalalalaalalalalalala

New writing should be coming soon!!!! Ive just been busy with restarting some classes and another thing so I hope everyone enjoys <3 submissive women always welcome on my acc. Just dont try to domme me. Because i can tell. Immediately.

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dckweed · 1 year ago

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Heey dear 🥰 hope I can send in an idea for Rooster (my own bday present haha). Maybe where you're also part of the Dagger Crew and you both have a huge crush on each other but neither one knows about it. So after the Mission is done, you plan to leave San Diego but Rooster gives you a reason to stay so you decide against your plans ? Some smut and lots of cuddles afterwards if that's okay 🤭

oooh hi babe! happy birthday!!! omg im so happy you asked me to write this, ive been wanting to do a rooster fic or forever!! hopefully this is what you had in mind!

please feel free to send in a request! im getting to as many as i can this weekend!

also, crush by david archuleta and nonsense by sabrina carpenter were on repeat during the creation of this if anyone was wondering lmao and ive been listening to the audio of miles playing GBOF and ugh hes just such a fucking killerly talented fella okay??

warnings: pilot!reader clueless pining at first,angst, half drunk confessions, smutty smut and lots of roo cudles after :) p.s. reader will be referred to as callsign Honey! beware of inccorect fighter jet terminology because i have no clue what im talking about.

'SWEET, SWEET HONEY GIRL,' bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x pilot!reader

Everything had been too much, being back in top gun, the mission, the squad..Him. It was all too much for you to handle, your emotions completely shot and haywire after Rooster and Mav had both went off radar in the mission, Jake had flown off of the carrier like a bat out of hell, barely waiting for the end of the runway strip before he was in the air, you in the backseat with your eyes on the radar, trying not to think of the worst as you flew through the air in an attempt to save your captain and the man you had been longing for for the entire time you'd known him.

"What do you have, Honey?" You hear Jake's voice over your comm system in your helmet as your radar starts going off. You glance up briefly from your weapons system screen, looking directly at the back of his head as he kept the plane steady. You and Jake typically flew your own planes, but you two also worked better as a team than anyone on the squad ever did, it made sense that Cyclone sent you both out together.

"Tally two, right side twenty five miles." You answer, watching the blips on your radar screen as Jake turns the jet into the right position. "Looks like a close fight up there." You ready your systems, hoping that you reach them in time.

"It's going to be tight Honey, you ready?" No, you want to say, you were never ready for your job, but you knew that Mav and Rooster were relying on you to survive. You feel the plane flip hard as Jake maneuvers the two of you into an optimal position, coming up below the two dogfighting jets. It wasn't much of a dog fight from what you could see though.

You could feel the sweat pooling on your brow, threatening to pour into your eyes if your insulated helmet didn't dry it up, you close your eyes for a moment, trying to calm your nerves, your stomach rolling as you come closer and closer to your target.

"Ready Hangman." You say, your eyes locked on your screen. You felt Jake pull up hard, pulling the nose of the plane completely vertical, right under your target. You system locks in immediately, the tone going through your comms. "I've got lock! Fire! Fire!" You wait with bated breath, your body relaxing immediately upon the aircraft taking a detrimental hit and immediately dropping from the air. "Target down!"

"Atta girl, Honey." Jake says almost condescendingly, your roll your eyes at him but can help the smile on your lips, knowing that he meant it genuinely. Jake evens out the plane, and you keep an eye on your radar for bogeys, you could never be too sure if the fight was really done until you'd landed back on the carrier. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this your savior speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions and prepare for landing." You roll your eyes at the pilot, as he comes up besides Maverick and Rooster, you could practically taste the gloat in his voice.

"Looking good, Hangman." Rooster says, a hint of relief in his voice. You see Mav make a hand signal at him and nod his head, you do the same as they notice you in the backseat.

"I am good Rooster, i'm real good." He says before taking off back towards the carrier, the two of you feeling more relieved than you could have thought necessary. "I can feel the anger radiating off of you, Honey. Why do you hide your feelings for him so much?" Jake had you cornered and you couldn't help but wonder if it was on purpose..You and Jake went pretty far back, as did him and Rooster and Natasha, and it seemed like everyone knew your feelings for Rooster except for the man himself. You thought they had gone though, you hadn't seen him in well over three years and you thought that you had moved on from him, it had never gone anywhere anyway, you following behind him like a lost puppy and jumping at any opportunity to be alone with him had obviously been returned with nothing but friendly gestures.

"He doesn't like me like that, we've been over this a thousand times before Jake." You mutter, a sigh leaving your body. The feelings for him had all come rushing back the moment he stepped into the Hard Deck almost a month ago, rushing back into you like a crushing weight on your shoulders that you didn't particularly think you wanted anymore. "Telling him wouldn't get me anything besides embarrassment."

Jake purses his lips, he thought Rooster was annoying sure, but he was fond of you and he hated seeing you like this. He too had thought it had finally passed, had found himself wandering why Rooster never returned the feelings that you so obviously possessed for him, hell they all had wandered, until that first night back at the Hard Deck when he noticed the way Rooster looked at you as soon as he noticed you, faltering in his tracks and his face flushing red as he tried to look anywhere but at you.

Hangman couldn't let you two just keep suffering in silence like this, and as he touched down for landing on the aircraft carrier, he made up his mind: He was going to be your wingman.

He's kind enough to help you down from your seat, giving you a friendly hug of relief that both of your feet were back on the somewhat solid ground. Jake was a cocky man, but even he knew the risk he ran every time he buckled into is seat and it was always a relief to make it back to base. He could tell you were rigid, your eyes locked on the horizon towards the other plane that was coming in hot.

You both watched the ground crew break out the landing net, the old plane having lost its landing gear in its scuffle to even get off the ground in the first place. It does its job, stopping the old thing in the middle of the landing deck, the sound of metal scraping on the deck making the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Everything is still for a moment before all hell breaks loose, someone climbs up the wing of the aircraft and helps pull the cockpit open, Mav and Rooster are trying to loosen their harnesses, both of them looking more than relieved to be on solid ground again, even if that solid ground was floating in the middle of the goddamn ocean. You were happy to see them back, but pissed that it had to come down to you saving them in the nick of time, pissed that Bradley had been a complete fucking dumbass and purposely crashed his plane to save their Captain, even if he was his pseudo-father.

You weren't sure what came over you, but before you could stop yourself you were rushing over to them both, your eyes locked on the tall, thick man with the fucking mustache, blood on his face from what looked like a few cuts. You pushed through the deck crew and the dagger members that hadn't made the cut for the mission, all of them crowding the two pilots as they hopped down from their stolen plane. You get to him just as he touches the ground, your hand flying out without even thinking. You don't even flinch as your palm connects with his cheek, smearing some of the blood.

"What the fuck, Honey?!" He yells after a moment of shock, looking down at your with only a shimmer of anger. You looked up at him, eyes wide and watery, your nose flaring in anger and your fists clenched down by your side, your helmet hanging off of your flight suit.

"That's for being a fucking dumbass, Bradley!" You yell, not even bothering to acknowledge your captain as you turn on your heel, pushing through the crowd of people, wanting to be below deck as quick as possible. You brush past Hangman on your way, holding your hand up and shaking your head when he opens his mouth to ask you whats wrong, you didn't want to talk. You hated these feelings inside of you, hated that they would never be reciprocated, hated yourself for still feeling the same way about the man who had never once shown you the same bit of feelings.

Jake watched after you, lips pursed before looking towards Rooster once you had disappeared from sight. Rooster was staring after the spot you had just disappeared into, slowly fighting through the crowd of people surrounding him and Mav, as if trying to follow you. He sighs, thinking that you two were the most clueless sons of bitches he'd ever laid eyes on.

"You're a dumbass, Bradshaw." Hangman says after shaking his hand once he gets close enough. Rooster gives him an incredulous look, bewildered.

"That seems to be the general consensus today.." He says, his mustache twitching as he purses his lips. "What's up with Honey? She fucking smacked me..I dont understand..." Jake can see it in his eyes then, the confusion, the wonder..the hurt, the longing..

"How long?" He sighs, hands on his hips. He realized he was going to have to push both of you together if the two of you had any hope of getting together on your own at all.

"i..what?" He asks, playing stupid, not wanting to really open up to the man he hardly had a good relationship with. Hangman gives him a look though, and he sighs in defeat. "Since we all went through TOP GUN together.."

You avoided Rooster at all costs while you were on the carrier, eating at different chow times than him, or just not even eating at all and when you weren't manning your station you were locked in your quarters. You weren't sure what to say, or even what to do after smacking him across the face like that, you certainly weren't going to apologize. He had been a dumbass, you felt that your actions were quite justified in that instance.

Jake had made a habit of keeping you company over the next couple of days as the carrier made its way back to miramar, probing for answers around your thing for Bradley; "why did you hit him like that?" and "why him?" or several questions in the nature of "it's because he's so goddamn tall, isn't it?" If it weren't for the fact that you actually liked Hangman as a friend, you would have told him to screw off by punching him in the dick.

By the time you made it back to base, you couldn't decide if you were more relieved to be back on solid ground or to go your own separate way from the squad. Either way, you were just relieved, glad that the whole thing as done and over with so that you could take your leave and go home..not that you really had a home away from base. You had been stationed here for most of your career, if not at the naval base up the coast that you also split your time between. Home for you was a small apartment outside of fightertown, and the only thing waiting for you was a bottle of tequila and your dog. The thought sounded relaxing.

You made your quickly down the walk of the carrier, your navy duffel bag strung across your shoulders as you dug for your car keys. You had left your little sports car on base like most other crew on deployment, you were hoping that it wouldn't be as hot as a boiling pot of water in there, not particularly in the mood to feel like an undercooked lobster.

You weren't as quick as you thought though, because just as your boots hit the much loved pavement, a voice rung out. "Honey, honey wait!" You turn your gaze over your shoulder just as Natasha's hand latches onto your elbow. You give your friend a soft smile. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" She asks jokingly, chuckling as she readjusts the bag on her shoulder. She glanced back to catch the subtle nod that Hangman gave her, following you towards the car lot.

"What's up, Phoenix?" You ask, pulling her against you. She had been one of your best friends for as long as you had been a pilot, one of the few female pilots you could stand to be around most of the time. "Want to ride home with me?"

Phoenix smirks, gripping your arm tighter. "Only if you get ready with me to celebrate at the Hard Deck tonight." She looks at you expectantly, hoping she wouldn't have to beg you to come. She and Jake had been working too hard on this for you and Rooster to not show up tonight, it pained her to get along with the shit head but it would be oh so worth it to see the two of you finally get together tonight, even if they had to trap the two of you in Penny's office together. She could see the reluctance on your face. "Honey, come on, one night and then you can go back to your quiet life of watching action movies with your dog...please..?"

You sigh, there was nothing more that you hated after a deployment like that than being around a crowd of raucous drunk idiots, but, you just couldn't say no when your friend looked at you like that. "Okay, okay, come on.." It's not like you weren't getting drunk tonight either way, might as well do it with your friends.

The drive to your apartment wasn't too bad, Nat plugging into the aux as soon as you guys left the security gate of the base, you wasting no time in stepping on the gas as you both screamed along to the playlist she had started blasting. You could feel the stress of your feelings and the mission washing off of your shoulders already and for the moment you were reveling in it.

While you and Nat were having a damn good time getting ready for the evening, already fashionably late before you even realized it was time to get going, Jake was with Rooster at the Hard Deck, both men having gone home and changed into plain clothes. The setting sun was casting a nice glow through the bar, Penny already busy behind the counter as she kept up with the growing crowd of Aviators and civilians streaming in through the door.

Rooster and Hangman were having a somewhat friendly game of pool, Mav watching on in vague disinterest as the pair bickered back and forth about who was winning. Rooster was in fact not winning, his mind too focused on you, wondering why you had smacked him like you had and then just completely disappeared, he wondered if you were actually avoiding him like Jake had told him. He had just missed a shot on one of the corner pockets and was straightening up with a dismayed grunt, raising his beer bottle to his lips as he glances around the room, his entire brain short circuiting as they land on you and Natasha, walking hand and hand towards the pool table.

You were a walking goddess in that moment, a beautiful smile lighting up your face as you toss your head back, laughing at something she had said to you as you guys neared the group. Rooster's eyes roamed downwards as you started walking up the two stairs of the part of the bar that held the pool table, blood rushing straight to his cock as he lingered on your long, tan legs. You had legs for days and whatever the fuck shorts you were wearing left little to the imagination, squeezing your ass so tight he thought it might burst the seams as you bent over the pool table, his pool stick in your hand as you shot him what he would label a flirty look over your shoulder.

'When the fuck did she take my stick?' He questions himself, his eyes trained completely on your ass as he takes a long swig of his beer, hoping to god that he didn't get whiplash from the complete 180 your attitude towards him clearly had done.

"Perv." Natasha says, sliding up next to him, her hand in the pocket of her jeans. "I'm kidding," She chuckles, looking up at him. "She really does have a fantastic ass."

Rooster chokes on his beer and a hand claps him on the back from behind, the smell of Bob's cologne fills his nose. "Need some water.." He grunts out, making his way to the bar. He doesn't notice Nat and Jake high fiving each other or that you're pouting after him, your eyes trained on the back of his Hawaiian shirt as he walked away.

You sighed, handing the pool stick to Coyote's waiting hands before going and making your rounds with the squad, mingling with a few friends you had made around base. You had a conversation in passing with Rooster about drinks and the goddamn suffocating california heat.

The night wore on, and as the bar was starting to empty out you found yourself in the corner near the piano, where Rooster was just getting ready to play when he overheard your conversation with Maverick.

"...i'm thinking about requesting a transfer, maybe up north in Washington? What do you think?" Your voice is quiet, and for a second he's not even sure if he heard you right but he notices Mav's hesitation and knows that he heard right. He doesn't hear the rest of what's said as he plays a few keys, getting ready to start his ode to his father, only to stop abruptly when you breeze by him, your perfume filling his nostrils. You're headed towards the door, and he knows that he can't let you leave without saying something to you, the chances that you'd even listen were non existent but he would absolutely kick himself to death if he didn't at least try.

"Rooster, where you going?!" Fanboy calls, on his way to the piano to join in the usual sing along until Rooster barrels past him like a bat out of hell, his eyes locked firmly on your retreating form. Rooster only waves him off, running to catch up with you as you move your way onto the back patio.

You breathe in the fresh air as you walk to the ledge, the sound of waves crashing against the sandy beach reaching your ears, bringing a peace over you almost immediately. You would miss it here, you knew that much, but it was time for you to go, time for you to move on..you would miss your friends, and hell even your apartment, but you couldn't stay here anymore, not when you were clinging on to a stupid fantasy.

"Honey?" His voice rouses you from your thoughts and you turn your head, your eyes finding him in the dim glow of the string lights that Penny had strung about the outside deck. He's standing a few feet behind you, his open Hawaiian shirt billowing in the slight breeze, his tan skin prominent under the white of his undershirt. He always looked so relaxed, you envied that.

"Hey, Rooster.." You say, voice soft as you give him an easy smile. You lean against the railing, focus on him. You open your mouth once, the words stopping in your throat before you try again. "Um..I wanted to apologize for the other day..i.. shouldn't have..done that.."

Rooster chuckles, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a smile that would haunt you for weeks to come. "I deserved it.." He says, stepping a little closer to you. "You weren't wrong, I was a dumbass.." You purse your lips, trying desperately not to breathe in his scent as he gets closer again, trying not to let your eyes linger too long on how tightly his jeans held him in certain places as you looked him over, the sight of it making you bite your lip as you tried to suppress the thoughts flooding your brain. "So uh..i heard you tell Mav that you wanted to request a transfer..why?"

You're a little taken aback at his question, the why sounded a little too accusatory for your liking. You take a moment before you answer, turning back around to look out at the water, not wanting to look him in the eye as you answered. You felt so stupid that he was the reason, because you were tired of pining after him, of feeling like an idiot for doing it in the first place when there was so clearly nothing between you guys other than friendship from the very beginning of things.

God, why did you let me waste so much fucking time on him? You ask yourself, trying to find the words to say without actually saying the real reason.

"There's nothing here for me, Roo.." You say, your voice so soft he barely heard it over the bareling waves crashing onto the coast. He steps even closer, damn near pressed against your back at this point. You can feel him, his body heat, his smell enveloping you in a way that felt almost sinful. You wanted to cry. You wanted him to tell you not to go, because you wouldn't, if he did. You would stay, and continue to suffer if it meant that you got to still be near him. "My family doesnt talk to me, Nat and Jake are gone more than me, so it's always lonely..there's no one here..no reason for me not to transfer.."

"I'm here." He wasn't thinking, the words spilling from his mouth before you had even finished your sentence. You spin around, eyebrows furrowed, your face flushing as you realizes how close he is to you. "Stay, Honey, please.." He whispers, bringing his large hand up to cup your face gently. You lean into it, wondering what kind of dream world you were in as you meet his eyes.

"Bradley," You sigh, closing your eyes, shaking your head as if shaking yourself out of it.

"I can't let you leave, not yet.." He says, making up his mind. It was now or never, and if he blew it, then at least he wouldn't have to live with the embarrassment of seeing you every day if you did transfer. "Maybe I'm too late and you don't feel the same way that i do, but i can't just let you go, not without saying it.." You don't even let him finish the thought, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level, pressing your lips against his. He hadn't been expecting it and makes a noise of shock in the back of his throat, closing his eyes as he uses the hand on your face to pull you closer against his hard body, tilting your head back as he parts your lips with his tongue, dominating the kiss as he towers over you.

Everything about the way that Bradley kisses you in that moment feels so sinful, so delightfully sensual with the way his mustache prickles against your skin, the possessiveness in the way he holds your head, it all goes straight to your pussy, your already built up sexual tension overflowing. You were certain that you would let him fuck you right then and there on the back deck of the bar, all of your guys' friends and a couple of superiors watching and everything without a care in the world.

He pulls away with a look like that makes you think it was painful, and you whine at the loss of him, already needy for him after one kiss. "My place, or yours?" He asks, and you grin feeling as if he'd read your mind.

"Yours, doofus." You giggle, happily running after him as he grabs your hand, not needing anymore encouragement from you to get going. He leads you through the bar, not even stopping to say goodbye to your friends as you grab your things, tossing Nat your car keys so she can crash at yours.

Her and Jake cheer as you guys hurriedly make your way out of the Hard Deck, and you can't help but wonder if this had something to do with the two of them. You shake your head, getting rid of the thought as Rooster lifts you up into the passenger seat of his Bronco.

The drive to his house is barely ten minutes, but it feels like hours with the teasing glances and touches, his large hand on your thigh the entire time, inching closer and closer to the apex between your legs, you wondered if you would even make it back to his as you buck your hips up subtly into his hand, trying to ignore the groan he makes as his fingers brush over your clothed pussy, pressing down through the denim of your shorts as if to tease you. You whimper, looking over at him with big doe eyes. "It's not nice to tease, Roo.." You pout, and if it weren't for the fact that he was already slowing down to turn into the driveway of the small house you would have unbuckled and climbed into his lap, ready to ride him as he drove. You'd been waiting for this moment for so long it seems that you didn't care how you achieved it.

"Poor Honey, can't take a little touching?" He asks condescendingly, yanking you over into his lap as soon as your seatbelt is off after he's shut off the car. He grips your ass in his hands, squeezing as he presses you down against his stiff cock, you can feel just how big it is through his jeans and you moan at the thought if it absolutely ruining you. "That fucking needy already?"

You nod your head, eyes closed as he grunts. "Please Roo..take me inside.." You whimper, already reduced to begging for this man. He grins, eyes glinting mischievously.

"I was going to take you right here, Honey," He says, pressing you down onto his cock once more as if to emphasize his words before his door opens. You squeal and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he hops out of the car without warning, your legs going around his waist as he supports you with such ease you couldn't help but to be turned on even more. "But i don't think my neighbors can handle watching me fuck you in my car."

You press your lips to his as he carries you to his front door, your hands in his hair as he presses you against it, hand searching for the knob. It opens and you fall through with ease, Rooster pressing you against the wall next to it as he closes the door, his lips going to your jaw and down your neck, mustache scratching you in the most delicious way in its wake. You groan as he hits that certain spot on your neck, barely registering his large hands pushing your shirt upwards and over your head, his lips leaving your neck to instantly attach to the skin of your breasts that your bra left exposed.

He sucks a hickey onto each of them, his fingers pulling the garment down to let your tits bounce out and he can't help but to groan at the sight. You were perfect, he thought, so perfect that he wandered why the hell you were even doing this with him. He doesn't dwell on it for much longer though, moving you off of the wall and walking you backwards towards the living room, your hands pushing his hawaiian shirt off of his shoulders, it slumps to the ground. His undershirt is next as he falls backwards onto the couch.

"I want these off." He grunts, hands tugging at the waist band of your shorts. You nod aggressively, standing up for just a second to unzip them, letting them fall from your hips. Rooster sits up with a groan, drinking in the sight of your lacey green thong, he can see the dark patch of your pussy, your arousal leaking through the miniscule fabric. "As much as i love these, they need to fucking go.." He says, yanking them down your legs. He wants nothing more than to throw your legs over his shoulders and eat you to oblivion, but he knows that there will be time for that later, right now? You're both too needy to even think about foreplay. He lifts his hips up, shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankle, kicking them off before sitting back, motioning for you to come closer. "I wanna see you ride me, honey girl.."

His voice sends waves of pleasure straight through you, your hairs standing up as a shiver runs down your spine. You eye his glorious cock, hard and thick, long too from the looks of it and wonder what you did to deserve being so spoiled by this.

He doesn't have to tell you twice though, without a second thought you straddle his lap, his legs spread beneath you as he holds his cock up, sliding it along your pussy once, twice, teasingly listening to your whimper before he lets you sink down onto it.

He expects you to take your time with it, like most other girls have, and is shocked when you sink down onto it completely. He throws his head back at the feeling of you taking him completely, a deep moan leaving his mouth. "Fuck, honey.." He grunts as you start to move your hips, the feel of him so intense that you feel like he's everywhere in you.

You whine and whimper, hands on his chest for support as you take your time with him, wanting to savor the moment for as long as possible. His hands find their way back to your ass, squeezing it and smacking it as you start bouncing slowly on him, your dripping pussy making a squelching sound everytime you move your hips upwards, as if your soaking cunt is trying suck him right back in. "So fucking perfect, honey, so fucking good, jesus christ.." Rooster says, babbling away as you fuck yourself on him. After a couple more minuets of letting you be in control, he takes over, hands gripping your hips as he sets a new pace, pistoning his hips upwards into you at a pace you weren't sure was even possible until now.

His cock hits every single spot in you as he goes, his hands pressing you down farther onto him as they grip your hips so tightly you just know there will be a bruise later. Your hands on his chest are the only thing keeping you stable, your vision going blurry at the pleasure radiating through you as he fucks you like no one ever had before. "Oh my god, roo...mmm oh my god.." You whimper out, he grunts and doubles up in his speed, listening to practically wail as he keeps going.

His brows furrow as he focuses, his gaze on your pussy as he watches his cock disappear in and out of it. "So fucking perfect honey girl, like this pussy was fucking made for me baby..holy fuck.." He grunts, your nails dig into his chest and he can't help but groan loudly as he feels your pussy clench tightly around him, your voice so high pitched it sounds like screaming at this point as you're nearly about to cum. "Thats it baby, i know i know, i can feel it..cum all over me pretty girl, all over my dick baby come on.." His words wash over you, your body shaking as your orgasm rips through you harder than you'd ever felt before. "Good fucking girl..holy shit..baby.." He grunts, trying to hold his orgasm in. "wanna cum inside baby, wanna fill you so full...can i do that honey?" You nod meekly, barely understanding his words in your orgasmic bliss. You nearly come again a few seconds later when you feel his hot come shoot into, you can feel how thick it is and can't help but groan at it, your head falling onto his chest.

Rooster keeps his hands on your hips, your body still shaking as you both come down. His head leans against yours, both of you breathing uneven as you try to gather your wits. "Roo?" You ask, voice soft.

He hums, holding you against him. He definitely wasn't finish with you yet but he knew that you probably needed to rest your body for a minuet. "I got you, my sweet, sweet honey girl.." He coos, kissing your forehead as he slowly stands, his cock still hard inside of you. "We're not done yet baby..not yet.."

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v3nusxsky · 1 year ago

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I came from the comment section on the pt2 of housewife and as an angst fan and writer of Larissa please! I need a taste of my own medicine.

reader comes down ill with some sort of virus that can only affect outcasts- and because of that no cure has been made resulting in reader either hospitalised or dead 🙏🤭

or this can just be like a one shot on its own

To lose you now

*Authors note~ now for the flip side ending and I would just like to start off with and apology to those who wanted fluff... rip your feelings*

Trigger Warnings~ angst near character death illness needles etc

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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The throwing up never stopped over the past three days. Larissa was growing concerned, nothing you ate or drank stayed in your system and your body was becoming weak. Your ability going mental a lot of the time. Rapidly flickering through different ranges of flowers and vines that you had no control over. All you could do is lay in bed or sit with your head over the bowl of the toilet. You were exhausted and desperately pleading with Larissa to make this stop now. Of course Larissa tried. But no amount of over the counter medicines seemed to help combat the illness, that's when she made the decision to take you to the hospital.

You always hated hospitals, the smells and noises and the annoying shades of white everywhere, it was all too much. But Larissa knew something was very wrong when you just resigned to your fate and slumped down into the uncomfortable bed before letting sleep claim you. All she could do is sit by your bedside and silently stew in worry your hand in hers as you slept, ignoring the steady beeping of the monitors.

Doctors and nurses were in and out of your hospital room doing all sorts of tests and inserting cannulas and IVs. All through this you never even stirred, your body limp allowing them to manipulate you however they needed to. That was concerning not only to your blonde wife but to the professionals. No amount of poking and prodding seemed to wake you up. Although that did mean you were obviously to all the tests they were running. Perhaps that's for the best. After all, the answers were either negative or inconclusive which would upset you. You just want to feel better but nothing helps achieve that for you.

Larissa was shocked when you groggily bolted upright and immediately try to locate the bathroom. However this isnt your room and everything is all discombobulated for you. So Larissa immediately jumped up to guide you. "Shh sweetheart it's okay, look it's this way my love" she murmured before scoping your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you did what you needed to. "Don't cry sweetheart it's Okay. We are in the right place now. They will fix you up okay my sweet girl" she whispered soothingly in an attempt to hush your sobs.

It wasn't too long before you settled back on the bed groggily picking at the items embedded on your skin. "Sweet girl you can't do that my love" she mumbled reassuring you that it's okay but also had her climbing onto the bed to hold you close and prevent you from doing the action. That's how you drifted back into a sleep unknowingly developing a fever.

The doctor reappeared a few hours later, where she principal informed him of the bout of sickness and the fact you felt uncharacteristically warm, so of course he wanted to check your temperature but to do so he needed Larissa to move from you for a moment. You immediately clutched onto her and whined, "no stay nerf you ris sooo mchs" with your eyes still screwed tightly shut. With a sad smile the doctor let Larissa stay with you and took your temperature. Upon reading it he knew what to test for next. Hopefully he would be wrong but with all the evidence backing the theory it was looking very much like a possibility.

An hour later a doctor and nurse stood in the doorway, the previous doctor having finished his shift so you now had another doctor. And they delivered the worst news Larissa could've ever imagined. The testing confirmed you'd some how contracted Wolfsbane into your bloodstream and it was now slowing your heartbeat and essentially killing you from the inside out. They could try to counteract it but the success rate was low especially with your ability.

Larissa knew she had to tell you, so she gently tried to stir you awake, "come on sweet girl, it's time to wake up" she murmured to you as you sleepily lolled your head to the side, "mmm?" A hand in your hair and her encouragement to open your eyes had you fighting your body to please your wife. "Darling have you had Wolfsbane?" Your poor groggy mind couldn't remember too much just that Marilyn gifted her a new plant and instructed her to tend to it like she would her other plants. So of course she allowed the plant to have access to her veins, without realising it could kill you.

That small bit of information was all you could offer before collapsing once more into a slumber. The doctors now knowing what they are treating, made them able to set to work on it. Because it was in your bloodstream they had to extract it and give you some blood transfusions. All of which took time and posed a risk of being too late. All Larissa could do is hold you during the process as you cried out during your sleep at the pain it was causing you. All she could do it try to reassure and comfort you, preventing you from ripping out the lines for your medication in a hope you'd recover from this. For now you were unable to leave the hospital as your condition remained critical. Larissa staying with you, there was no where else she would've rather been than holding her sick wife in her arms.

Word count~ 1025

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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hiii ive just started reading your stuff and it’s amazing!! i just read dove snakes and dragons and it was so good!!! i was wondering if you were doing a part 2? if so I have an idea!

so the reader would be doing another round of delivering for daemon and she told him she will fly but last minute decides to go in land, be a dear or whatever instead. And that week was a royal hunt and since daemon doesn’t know while hunting he SHOOTS HER! 🤭🤭

To The Heart

Daemon Targaryen x Shapeshifter!Reader

Summary: In the words of Ser Jon Bon Jovie, "shot through the heart, and you're to blame," you get shot through the heart with an arrow by your beloved prince.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions/depictions of hunting/death, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: I only agreed to make a p2 cos swan lake core (more or less). lol HAHHAHA therefore you must listen to Tchaikovsky. i dont think you have to read p1 to understand, but i suggest you do. also, nonnie, i specifically said in the previous fic she could only turn to birds and reptiles so swan lake core! (more or less) hope you like it nonnie, i did change somethings!!! Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @siriusdumblittlepuppy Part 1 "Doves, Snakes, Dragons"

"What are you doing here?!"

I turn to the platinum haired prince gripping my arm hissing in my ear. I feel my heart constrict at the sight of him. He has never looked at me with such a hard and judgmental expression before.

"I have work, your grace," I take his hand on my bicep and slowly push it away.

"Work?" Daemon narrows his eyes, "you work for me."

"Yes," I mutter, shifting where I stood to face him, "but not you alone."

His jaw clenches, his eye twitches. He does a once over of the room, then turns back to me, "who?"

I pull a smile. We had not spoken since the time he left me under the tree, still reeling from the feel of him, discarded with only his cold command to deliver word to Lord Baratheon, and how he was demanding answers from me.

"I cannot say, prince Daemon."

"You cannot say?" he scoffs in disbelief, stepping even closer to me.

I retreat, allowing an apt space remain between us. I bow in regard, "please, excuse me, I must get going."

I feel a dread rise in me when I turn about. I dread the idea of him reaching out to me an holding me back. I don't think I could contain myself if he did. I might burst into tears or into a fit, or I might just fall into his arms and ask him never to leave me again.

And yet the farther I got from him with him not calling out to me, the more the dread grew... he didn't want to hold me back.

I shake my head, placing my face in my hands. I release a breath. Anyway, I finished what I must do. I must away, lest I do something scandalous.

"Ah, prince Daemon," a lord comes up to him, slapping a hand on his shoulder all too familiarly, "the horses are ready."

Daemon shrugs off the hand on him, "what horses?!" he snips.

The lord, who had sworn he had gotten in the good favors of the prince recoils at the iciness of his tone. He clears his throat, straightening himself off, "for the hunt, your highness."

Daemon snorts, looking away, trying to find whom he had just been conversing with, finding no one. He thinks, "fine," he clenches his jaw, "It'd do me good."

The lord perks, following after Daemon, who storms away, "y-yes, my prince! It heightens the senses, clears the mind! Hunting is-"

And so Daemon and three other lords he could not care any less for, rode off to the forest, with arrows, and swords, and most of all, a restless anger inside the prince.

The prince lead them as he navigated the forest to look for a deer while the lords conversed giddily behind his ride. They had been riding for a while and found nothing thus far. Daemon rubbed his ear in annoyance of their chimes and sharply loud laughter as they made it near a lake. They unmount their steeds, allowing the horses to rest a moment.

Daemon leads the horse, petting the side of her face, muttering High Valyrian under his breath.

"It won't be long, prince," the same lord who came to him earlier calls, "we will find your prize soon enough."

Daemon barely gives him a look in regard.

Just then, a large winged creature swoops down and lands on the lake, making all but the prince turn to the bird in awe.

"Oh my word!" one exclaims, "my prince look!" he points across the water, "that is a handsome swan if I have ever seen one."

Daemon looks at the white beast, floating in the clear body in front of them. He is uninterested at first, but he too raises a brow at the marvelous creature, great and truly handsome.

One of the lords grabs his bow, offering it to the prince. Daemon looks at him, taking the bow slowly as he is then offered a quiver. Daemon looks at the lord holding up the arrows, then the swan, thinking there was something about it that captured his soul. He does not want to shoot it.

When Daemon does not take an arrow, the lord knits his brow, "do you not want to claim your prize?"

"My prize is a buck, not a bird."

"Oh, but my prince," another lord says, "look at the size of the thing," he points, throwing his head back. "Surely, you cannot let him slip away."

Daemon raises a brow, "how are you sure it is not female?"

Any hunter would know not to kill a female of the species.

"Trust me, your grace," he raises a hand, "female swans do not get that big."

For a moment there is an internal debate within Daemon. He looks out at the swan, carelessly swimming about, wings fluttering behind. Then, almost against himself, he draws an arrow and loads his bow.

He tilts his head at the winged beast, feeling almost a visceral call within him not to shoot it. It is so foreign and conflicting, it makes him want to shoot the thing even more.

And so he aims and releases.

Then all at once, all four of them are aghast, bewildered by the sound of the cry and the red that gushes out. The lords gasp in horror, watching the creature morph into a naked woman and begin to sink.

Daemon calls out a name, loudly and helplessly, dropping what was in his grips, immediately running into the lake, uncaring of how deep it would get and how wet he would be.

He moves as if his life depended on it, for there was a life that did, after all.

I hear my name get called, but it's all too painful to move, or even breathe. My tears on my face sink into the cold water.

I feel the water ripple and hands reach out to me.

My name is called out again. I managed a painful breath when my head it propped up. It keeps the water out of my airways, but the arrow in my rib constricts my breathing either way.

"Daemon?" I gurgle, feeling water come out my mouth.

Daemon's eyes widen with horror. His tears gush out like the blood the arrow he shot was causing. He watches the red trail down to the water.

"I- W- You said- why are you- I-"

"I did not know you loathed me so," I choke, shutting my eyes, for I had no energy to do anything else.

"NO!" he screams, clutching me closes, "I'm not- I don't- Please, don't-"

My body relaxes against him. Daemon tenses, shaking his head, "no, no, NO! NO!"

He adjust his grip, carrying the limp body in his grip as he wades out of the water. The lords only watch, for they did not have the wits to do anything.

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