#lub him i guess . .

[toxooz]

anyway not saying I'd climb him like a tree squirrel but I would climb him like a tree squirrel

[cubffections]

꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ hehehehehehe . .

[jadeneppy]

:hrms:

[pastelclovds]

That Werewolf!Spiderman!Reader had me thinking of a scenario where Reader goes through heat cycles once a year or something so to avoid any accidents they decide to lock themselves away in a cage at Spider Society HQ until their heat cycles ends. Of course as leader Miguel got a key and he may decide to give their resident Werewolf a hole to breed for the meantime to "calm them down."

Like he goes down to the cage, gets in and locks the door behind him, and just lets Werewolf!Reader use him like a sex toy for the next few hours. Once Reader is tuckered out, Miguel limps out and does the same thing the next day until Reader's heat cycle eventually ends.

i can just imagine miguel using the excuse that because he is the leader, he has the responsibility of taking care of your every need. whether it was health, food, exercise and sexual needs, he wanted to be the only one to personally take care of you.

and no one bats an eyes. nobody would ever guess their serious, strong leader to present his lubbed up asshole to you like a whore. Nor would they have guessed that he would let out such loud, uncontrollable moans as your tip continuously abuses his prostate. and they would never know that the miguel o'hara begged to have your knot and warm cum deep inside him, to get him pregnant, to make him take your hard thrusts, to make him cry around your cock like a bitch.

the spider society would never know that miguel is a slut for you.

[dabisqueen]

With Consent

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 3.7K

⇢ plot: what plot? there's no plot, just porn (ok, ok. You go to meet up with Dabi at the warehouse but he doesn't show up. Or does he?)

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, kabedon, lots of kissing, Dabi is a teasing piece of shit, fingerfucking, consensual unprotected sex, orgasms, creampie, no aftercare but at least he calls a cab

⇢ personal note: the second part or rather missing porn to "Without Consent". Thanks to @/sharlockart for allowing me to use your magnificent art again.

Thanks to @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again. Lub u!

9:58pm

Staring at the display of your cell phone, you sighed. It wasn't like you hadn't been excited. All day long you've thought about this moment, the moment where he would walk into the street, his smirk welcoming you like… like what? The boyfriend you never had? Tch…

10:08pm

Letting your eyes wander around, you noticed the dry leaves from the past year trailing a pattern along the ground, the dingy street light barely illuminating the street.

What are you doing here anyway?

10:20pm

Your knuckles turned white with the way you strained your grip on your phone. This was the right meeting place. There was only one abandoned factory in town. 

Should've stayed home tonight.

Shuffling your feet, you clasped your open jacket shut. The air outside had gotten a little chilly, the warmth of the summer day dissipating quickly. It hadn't been as cold or breezy as yesterday but still - you felt a little chill creeping up your spine with the skimpy dress you were wearing.

10:30pm

Well, this sucks.

With a frustrated sigh, you stuffed your phone back into your pocket and headed down the cracked sidewalk, skipping over some potholes as the light of the dim street lamp slowly faded behind you.

When you rounded the corner of the building, a hand clamped around your arm and pulled you into the darkness.

A second hand covered your mouth, muffling your rising scream. You stumbled backward, until your back was pressed against the brick building. The hand holding your arm let go and slapped against the wall beside you, boxing you in.

"Leaving already?" Someone chuckled against your ear. "I thought we had a date?"

You would have recognized that voice anywhere. 

Dabi.

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, dragging from the dip of his collarbone right in front of you all the way up to his face. It was indeed him, strikingly handsome as always– you tried your best not to shrink beneath the intensity of his gaze.

"You didn't show up!" You tried to defend yourself.

"I was here the whole time, doll– " his eyebrows drifted upward, sly and smug, "–watching you." 

You blinked dumbly.

"You were there the entire time?" You were trying not to tense too much. 

He didn't answer. He didn't need to, the way  the corners of his mouth quirked up suspiciously was all the answer you needed.

"You’re such a fucking asshole," you spat.

"Villains aren't nice, sweetheart," he said with a cocky smile on his face, "didn't ya know?"

Biting your lower lip, your face heated up from embarrassment but– something else lurked beneath the shame.

His azure eyes trailed along your face, tracing every feature carefully, slowly, lingering on your mouth. His free hand came up, thumb running over your lips. 

"Missed those," he revered, lust-filled azure eyes trained on your lips.

"Dabi, w-what do you want?" Heat bloomed in your face at his proximity.

"Can't you guess?" He angled his face to the side, slotting it closer to yours.

You tried to move but his thigh slipped between your legs, hips pinning you in place. It made your heart pick up its pace as you flattened yourself further against the building.

He tutted quietly. "It's rude to leave without answering someone's question."

Your head thumped against the bricks when you realized he was moving even closer, eating up the space between you. This close, you could see the brilliant hue of his sapphire irises, framed by thick dark lashes that complemented his intense gaze.

You tilted your head to the side, cutting eye contact, heart fluttering like a butterfly. His warm breath ghosted over your ear as strands of his messy raven hair tickled against your cheek.

"J-Just– stop the teasing already...” You stuttered, your voice cracking.

"I thought you liked it… had to clean my pants after our last encounter." He trailed off into a half-hearted chuckle.

"Fuck you!" You spat, knowing all too well that he had hit the nail on the head.

"Hm– what was that?" His lips brushed over the rim of your ear.

"Y-You –ahhh– heard me right." You uttered, distracted as he continued ghosting your ear. His lips were warm and soft, the rough texture of his calloused lower lip a teasing stark contrast.

"Say it again." He cooed.

He was such a little shit. 

"F-fuck you." you mumbled, feeling the heat rush to your ears.

He laughed airily, "Such a naughty lil girl, aren't ya—"

"I'm not…" it was hard trying to think with the way his mismatched lips pulled into a teasing smirk against your skin.

"I think you are. Meeting a villain at night, wearing this—" his hips rolled slowly against yours, "—skimpy dress."

"I-It's not skimpy." You swallowed hard, heat rising to your face.

But he was right. You had dressed up for him in hopes of doing more than just kissing.

And you were getting off on this. On him.

Deep down inside you knew that you had already lost the game. Your hands tentatively came to a rest on his belt as you leaned your head against his shoulder, breathing him in, his smoky scent, his comforting warmth.

"Good girl," Dabi rasped as his lips finally met your skin, licking over your earlobe before sucking it into his warm mouth.

…Shit. 

You lost your strength right there and then, your knees buckling under you. A soft, breathy moan escaped you and you felt it travel right into the growing swell of his cock at your hips.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin, causing every hair to stand straight. There was no helping it. Parting your lips, another breathy moan escaped you as Dabi's tongue flicked over the soft piece of flesh before pulling back, releasing it with a pop.

Your resolve was wearing thin as his lips– so soft, so warm– trailed along your cheek. There was only one thing on your mind– the desire to have this man all over you, touching you, kissing you– inside of you. 

Clutching his belt tighter, you drew him in, pressing your hips against his hard erection. It was all you could manage right now, with your brain succumbing to his scent, his heat– his very presence.

His hand moved up your thigh, hitching your dress up high, tracing small circles on your skin, with each pass drawing closer and closer to your core. Every time his pinkie slid closer to the seam of your panties, you felt ready to explode, wanting more than just his fingers brushing along your skin.

"What happened to the attitude?" He murmured, his fingers dancing closer to your puffy folds.

You were trying to formulate a response, really trying. But your brain short circuited and you were left sucking in short little breaths instead. With one more graze of his pinkie you decided you had enough of his teasing.

"Dabi, stop the games." A small trembling whimper –all you could manage with your heart in your throat– left your lips.

He stalled, his brow quirking up."Oh, you think I'm playing games?"

You didn't know how to respond, your mind completely focused on his fingers going still at the crease of your thigh, the heat radiating off them igniting the fires within you even more.

"I'll show you games…" he growled low and tempting, hooking his other hand under your chin to tilt up your face.

His lips crashed on yours without warning, coaxing your mouth open with his dexterous tongue. It was hungry and devouring and urgent. There was no holding back, entwining your tongues following a low groan that he let escape into your mouth. You were gasping for air, your insides clenching around nothing.

A lustful moan was pulled from your lips, his hot hand traveling up and under the seams of your panties, long fingers finally finding your swollen folds and stroking along to gather your warm, slick juices.

Dabi pulled back, looking at you with molten desire as he started circling your clit, further stoking the blazing fire inside your core. 

Arching your back, your head pushed against the damp bricks as Dabi bent toward you, the hot press of his mouth against your pulse intoxicating.

"Tell me what you want, princess." He demanded between kisses and nibbles.

You tried to fight the arousal building up even more with each pass of his finger, but the coil was seconds away from unwinding.

"I asked you a question…" he pinched your clit, making you jerk.

"N-Nothing!"

"Didn't your daddy tell you to not lie to a villain?" He mused, pinching your clit again.

"Dabi, please," you winced.

"Answer me!" His tone became low, rumbling through his chest.

"I-I want you, Dabi."

"Wrong answer." His words were punctuated with another pinch to your sensitive nub.

That fucking jerk! You felt so humiliated but you had no choice, not with the coil inside wound so tight, desperately begging to be released. You looked up with as much courage as you could muster, meeting his eyes before biting your lips.

"W-Wanna cum—" You whined pitifully.

"Atta girl," Dabi chuckled and gave your clit a light graze.

Then he dipped down, pushing three fingers past your tight entrance without warning. You keened, the stretch heavenly, much needed to stoke the white heat into exploding below your belly.

"So fucking wet—" Dabi groaned, starting a rapid pace, smearing your glistening juice all over his hand, your panties, your thighs– everywhere.

His searing tone traveled straight to your pussy. The way his hand pumped between your thighs felt amazing– better than you'd imagined. This wasn't a dream, this was the real villainous Dabi between your legs, fucking you with his fingers in earnest now, reaching deeper and curling them to hit that one spot even you couldn't as his thumb continued to rub your clit. 

Please don’t stop… oh God. 

It felt so lewd. But more than right. It didn't take long for you to come undone. Losing your composure, you sank into him, eyes fluttering shut as the beginnings of it started washing over you.

And then the tension exploded, intense waves of pleasure racking your body. You felt dizzy, holding your breath as a hot glow spread through your body. Your muscles clenched and released around his fingers as he kept working you through your high.

Then he pulled out, leaving you tensing around nothing, heart still beating a thousand miles a minute. While you tried to calm your beating heart, the blood rushing through your ears nearly made you miss his low chuckle and the clinking sound of a belt being undone.

Dabi dipped down, his hands sliding along your exposed thighs to dig into your ass, long fingers squeezing rough and hard. He had you up in a flash, your arms flying around his neck, your legs coiling around his hips in an attempt to seek some purchase.

"You want this dick in your pussy?" Dabi glanced at you from behind his dark bangs.

You shuddered, knowing exactly what the answer to his question was.

"I need it," you pleaded, so desperate for him, for his cock to fill you up, it had you nearly in tears.

His chuckle resonated from deep within his chest as he effortlessly slid aside the fabric of your panties, slotting the hot tip of his cock, hard and ready, against your leaking entrance.

Your head was spinning, unable to wrap your mind around what was happening, too high on endorphins to realize—

—that you were about to let yourself get fucked by a wanted criminal. A murderer. Yet, a hot one, that allowed the overwhelming ache between your thighs to continue to muddle your brain. Your core clenched as you realized that all you wanted was for him to fill the emptiness inside you.

"You ready, sweetheart?" His eyes met yours while he rolled his hips, slickening his shaft along your folds, gathering your juices on it.

You were about to shake your head because nothing in this world would ever prepare you to be ready for this. But then Dabi slammed his hips against yours, slotting balls deep inside you with one swift thrust.

There was no preparing for how it felt. You felt so full, so stuffed, his girth stretching you unlike anything you'd felt before. A jolt of pleasure tore up your spine and you collapsed against him, helplessly impaled on his shaft.

"Taking me so well," he groaned the words out between gritted teeth. "'S fucking tight—"

Looking down, he watched his dick slip from your drooling pussy, each piercing popping out before he slowly shoved it back inside your gaping hole.

"Kept thinking about fucking you dumb on my cock." He started thrusting into you, the stretch of his cock rendering you stupid.

"Shit. Taking me –fuck– so well." He made sure you could hear every filthy swear he let out while he kept pumping his dick inside of you.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you." He growled.

"Yes, please!" You choked out.

Your mouth hung open, drool wetting the corners of your mouth, as you cried out his name over and over again.

His cock ground deep inside your pussy as he started rocking into you a little faster now, making sure you could feel every single piercing, every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you.

His biceps flexed each time he lifted you up just to drop you back down on his cock, splitting you open. Rolling his hips, he kept hitting different angles, tweaking positions until he caught that special spot that had you crying out.

"There?" His gaze was heavy with desire, punctuating each word with a wet grind of his hips against yours.

"Y-Yes, Dabi–" you were on the verge of losing your mind, lashes heavy with the tears of overwhelming pleasure.

You tried to focus on him, taking in as many details as you could so you would forever remember this night. He looked like a dream to you– pupils dilated, face coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His lips pressed to a thin line as he took you in, his hips smacking forward, balls slapping against your ass with each rut. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “So damn sexy."

All you could do was cling to him while he fucked you, listening to the wet slap of his balls against your ass. 

It had you gasping out, "H-harder—" 

"Oh yeah? You want it? You want my cum? Fuck!" He panted, breathlessly, "Gonna make this fucking pussy mine–"

It was all too much. His smokey, burnt scent, the way his cock reached too far, kissing your cervix each time he dropped you down on it. You couldn't help the way you started clamping down on him, tears spilling from your eyes as you bit your lower lip to suppress more cries of pleasure.

"Ahh– fill me up," with the next thrust he pulled a loud mewl from you, "Please—" 

"Fuck–" Suddenly, he pulled out and left you empty, your gummy walls fluttering around nothing. 

Dabi's face was unreadable, as he stood there, his cock, white and creamy with your arousal, sitting heavy against your stomach.

Letting go of your ass in favor of grabbing the base of his cock, he squeezed it tight, huffing desperately. 

"You're dangerous," he growled, trying to calm his breathing and hoping to still his twitching cock. "So fucking dangerous."

His gaze flicked from his dick to your face, licking his lips. For one blink of a second you could see affection in his eyes, lust and desire– all for you.

The moment was gone as quick as it had appeared, making you wonder if you even saw it at all. He slotted his cock back against your hole, wearing his signature bored expression again as he leaned forward.

"Ready?" He panted against your mouth, not bothering to wait for a reply.

His hips snapped hard into you before he upped the pace, nearing his high. You could feel him going deeper with each slam of his hips, each time he dropped you ruthlessly on his shaft.

You held onto him for dear life, tucking your face in his shoulder, fingers tangling into his coat. You just let go, feeling him propel you toward another climax with every vigorous thrust forward.

You couldn't have stopped your orgasm even if you wanted to. The speed of it slammed through you so quickly, you forgot how to breathe. 

You started dripping around him, each thrust building up a frothy white ring around his cock as your pussy convulsed to his rhythm. Waves of intense pleasure washed through you and Dabi groaned under his breath, forcing himself to power through the tightness of your walls as you came for him.

He kept snapping his hips up, frantic now, his eyebrows drawing close, the wet shine of his parted lips speaking to his animalistic desire to claim you. Several strands of hair were stuck to his forehead which glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as he groaned out your name.

When his breathing became ragged, his hips began to stutter and with one last thrust up, he remained buried balls deep inside you as his cock twitched with his release.

"Ohhh –f-fuck!" He groaned before his eyes closed shut, painting your gummy walls white, stuffing you full of his creamy seed.

He looked so good cumming, and the idea of him filling you up with his warmth, marking you as his, had you toppling right over the edge again. You moaned as you felt your pussy contracting again, slow deep ripples of pleasure surging through your body.

It dragged another hiss from his lips as his eyes snapped open, meeting your hazy, blissed-out gaze before dropping down to see the thick drag of his cum on his cock when he pulled out. His piercing blue eyes trained back on your face as he slowly pushed back in, the cum squelching obscenely along your folds, ruining your panties when he did. 

"Fuck, you take my cock–" he breathed heavily, "–my cum– so well."

After a final thrust, he stilled deep inside of you, catching his breath, his cock slowly softening against your walls.

"Look at you, princess. So messy." His face was unreadable, serious in its intensity.

You let out a weak moan at his words, your cheeks dusted a dark crimson.

When his soft dick slipped out, he pulled your panties back into place, keeping all his pearly seed trapped inside. Gently setting you back on the ground, he watched as your legs gave in immediately. You shakily dropped to the ground, head hanging low on your chest.

You felt some of his warmth flowing out of you, puddling in the small piece of fabric meant to keep you decent before overflowing and dripping onto the dusty concrete below.

Your vision was blurry from all the tears and the exhaustion set in as you continued to stare at the ground before you. He was still standing in front of you, his dark boots just a foot away, pants pooled round his knees. You heard the rustle of fabric, and then a used tissue was dropped carelessly to the ground next to you. Pulling up his pants and fastening his belt, he towered over you.

"That was fun." He proclaimed. "Should do it again some time."

With that he turned and disappeared into the darkness, the sound of his heavy boots hitting the ground slowly dissipating into the night. It grew quiet and after a while you scrambled to your feet, leaning against the wall until your heart had steadied its pace.

What an asshole, you did your best to suppress the sob arising in your heaving chest. Straightening out your dress with your sweaty palm, you rummaged around in the pocket of your jacket for a scrap of an old tissue. 

Gritting your teeth, you slid your hand into your panties, stuffing it close to your leaking entrance, trying to stop his cum from flowing out.

So fucking messy, you snorted inwardly, so much fucking cum. Well, it wasn't like you asked for it but he could’ve at least—

The noise of a car pulling up cut your thoughts short and your head snapped up, your hand quickly pulling out of your panties to pull down the hem of your dress. Relief washed over you as you saw a cab pulling over to the sidewalk near you.

Straightening up, a window rolled down and the driver called your name.

Wait, what? You looked in disbelief at the car.

He called your name again. "That's you, isn't it? I’m here to take you home. Fare's paid 'n all." 

You remained glued to your spot.

"Well?" The driver cocked his head, giving you a closer look. "Hurry up, I don’t have all night."

"Y-Yes, Sir–" you blurted out, picking up your feet to approach the car.

After sitting down in the back, you were careful to cross your legs to keep the mess between them from soiling the seats below.

As the driver rolled up the window he asked. "So, to this address, right?" 

He held up a folded piece of paper in his hands, "Your boyfriend with the dark hair, the one who paid the fare, gave this to me..."

"He's not my boyfriend…" you corrected, taking it from his offering hand.

The driver simply shrugged and gazed at the street in front of him, waiting for you to confirm the route.

Unfolding the paper, you stared at the unfamiliar handwriting. "That's not my address either..."

But then, whose was it? 

It took you another second to realize it.

Stunned, you fell silent.

…oh fuck.

[roxygen22]

Inspired by the restless night I just faced thanks to a loud thunderstorm crossing overhead, I decided to flip my recent storm fic in which Timmy/Lee needed comfort. Short but sweet.

Safe

You barely had time to register the flash of light that seared through your closed eyelids before a loud clap of thunder ripped you from a restless dream. You heard the window panes rattle in their frames as you shot upright in your bed, trying to catch your breath. It sounded like the storm was right on top of you, like somebody was playing the bass drum in your ear. Oh wait, that was your heartbeat.

Timothée reached up and rubbed a hand up and down your back. "Hey, shhh, it's ok. You're safe. It'll pass," he cooed in almost a whisper. You looked down at him, only able to make out the outline of his body in the dark, aside from the intermittent flashes of lightning.

He folded his arms around you as you slowly laid back down, your body turned toward him so your cheek rested on his chest. You tried to concentrate on the rhythmic lub-dub of his calm, steady heartbeat rather than the wild wind outside. You felt one of his hands make its way to the back of your head to play with your hair.

The next thing you knew, sunlight was filtering through your eyelids as you heard birds chirping outside. You weren't ready to open your eyelids, so you took in your surroundings with your other senses. Your cheek still rested on the soft skin of Timothée's chest. He smelled like comfort, like fresh mown grass and a hint of pine and leather. You felt his arm still cradling your back and his hand resting on your side. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and focused on his face, which was staring at the ceiling. He turned his head when he noticed your movement and smiled.

"Good morning, sunshine," he said softly, voice still gravelly with sleep.

"How long have you been awake?" you asked out of curiosity, since he seemed rather alert.

"A bit, but I didn't want to move and wake you."

You noticed your body was stiff from staying in one position for hours. You took pity on Timothée's arm, which you guessed was probably asleep from you laying on it, so you sat up to release him from your weight. He winced a little as feeling crept back into his hand. You brought it to your cheek and kissed his palm.

"I love you."

He half smiled and rubbed his thumb along your cheekbone. "I love you more," following along with the game you two played nearly every day.

"I love you most." You broke out in a grin, then launched yourself off the bed to go make breakfast before he could argue with you.

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[starandcloud]

Kitten Kisses

Your fairy lights twinkled softly in back ground as pop music played gently in the background, you were on the floor. Your purple shag rug under you to keep you warm as you did a puzzle on the hardwood under the comfortable carpet. You hummed gently along to the song before the creak of your window told you that someone was here.

"Chérie?"

A whine met your ears and familiar arms wrapped around you as a head was buried in your neck.

"I hate my job..." "It's volunteering Kitty" You responded and silence settled into your room, the only noise was the music from your phone and the purring from your boyfriend. The happy noise only grew as you gently reached up and played with his hair, you didn't realize he had moved his head until his teeth gently sunk into your hand. You couldn't help the soft laugh that came from you, leaning back into him you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. A soft cat-like noise left him, which you could only guess was a noise of approval since he moved his cheek back against your lips when you pulled them away. You gently laughed again and peppered his face with kisses, making him purr and completely relax against you.

Looking at one of Paris' heroes sprawled out on your floor, purring contently you couldn't help but smile at him. He looked so stupidly happy like this, so you did what any good girlfriend would do.

And got the lazer pointer.

Was it cruel? Yes But was it entertaining as fuck watching him chase a little red dot? Also yes

Sitting on your bed, you started your fun.

You weren't all to cruel with it, you did let the hero catch the dot every now and then. But when he literally hissed at the wall because the dot was out of reach? You lost it. You dropped the laser pointer, making it turn off, and clutched your sides as you laughed. Your laughter filled the room and made it almost brighter as you tried to calm down. But every time you looked at him you started laughing again, you literally fell out of your bed. You hit the floor with a thump but that didn't stop your laughter, your cheeks were bright red by the time you calmed down. You were still on the floor but Chat was cuddled up to your chest, your hands were running through his hair and his arms were wrapped around your torse. Holding you close against him. Every now and then he would lift his head up and press a kiss to wherever he could reach. Your cheek, your neck, your collarbones, your chin, your arms. Wherever he could reach, he placed a kiss.

"Mnnn lub chu Ma Colombe..."

You laughed softly and kissed the top of his head.

"I love you too Chaton"

Chaton: Kitten

Ma Colombe: My Dove

[star-suh]

So since you write for Jackson wang

I have a silly request

How about writing like one of those old wattpad fanfics where you get invited to his private VIP party and he ends up having sex with you and falling in love with you

I’d absolutely love to see your take on one of those fics

Not Your Typical Party 

jackson wang x male reader

cw: top jackson, bttm m reader, friends to lovers trope, some fluff sprinkled, some angst sprinkled too (like crying, a bit and comforting), implied kinda drunk jackson during sex but he is conscious, passionate and rough sex at the same time, pet names, fingering, spit as lub, unprotected sex, mating press (kinda obsessed with it later teehee)

—

it was friday night and y/n was getting ready to go to THE jackson wang's party, it is well known that he loves to throw wild vip parties in the most luxurious places in the city, so for y/n it was like a goal accomplished being capable of assist to at least one of those. it happened during one of y/n's walks, he accidentally bumped into jackson, his old college friend/crush. "y/n?" says jackson "woah, i almost didn't recognize you without your glasses. how's your life going?" he asked. "hehe, nothing much" answered y/n "just working". "you should take a break, it will do good to you" recommended the man "i'm organizing a party this friday night, come enjoy all the night" he smiled at y/n making him a bit flustered "ah… ye-yeah" he stuttered. "here give me your number" says jackson passing to y/n his phone so he can type his number on it, "done" answered the flustered guy, "ok, see you later pal" he says while waving his hand "ah, put on those glasses you look cute with them" he yells while entering his car.

—

"well, let's go" said y/n nervously opening the doors, he thought that his feelings for jackson were gone but no… they're there. he was received by lots of colored neon lights, people drinking, dancing and swimming in the pool, there was a sexy shirtless dj accompanied by lots of girls and a boy sitting who was kinda sad, y/n felt bad for him and was gonna ask him what happened "oh there you are" yelled jackson y/n turned towards the voice meeting a jackson in a robe and long pants, he was shirtless showing his perfect abs "oh h-hey" stuttered y/n "like the view? you're stuttering" mocked and laughed jackson "come here take a drink" y/n did as he said "i'll come later" jackson waves a goodbye and left y/n in a table drinking.

minutes have passes and y/n was getting bored, this definitely wasn't a place for him, all people having fun but not him "i guess it was a bad idea coming here" he says circling the bottle's tip. y/n stands up and went to the bathroom, find jackson to say goodbye and leave. 

"oh hey" y/n says to get jackson's attention who was talking to some girls "talk to you later" he says to the girls and went straight to y/n "what happened?" he asks. "nothing" replied y/n touching the back of his neck embarrassed "just wanted to say goodbye i have to go now". "no, please don't go" says the drunk man, grabbing y/n by the hand and dragging him towards a room, jackson's bedroom. "please stay with me" begged jackson starting to kiss y/n who opened his eyes wide in surprise but just let himself go enjoying the delicious and wet kiss "you taste like many liquors" said y/n making jackson smile.

the clothes of both were being discarded one by one with jackson touching every inch of y/n's sexy body "so fucking sexy. and just for me" growled the man on y/n's ear. jackson started to grope y/n's ass and squeeze it very hard "hng" moaned y/n. "yes like that. moan for me pretty" whispered jackson kissing y/n's shoulders and the bottom doing the same with jackson's collarbones.

jackson lifted one of y/n's leg with a hand while fingering him with the other. "please, just put it in already" whimpered y/n wanting to feel jackson inside him "as you wish prince". both lay down in bed and jackson introduced his cock in y/n then leaving it in there without moving so y/n would get used to the sensation. "you don't how much i've craved this. i love you" y/n then realizes what he just said and look directly at jackson's eyes "oh i'm sorry" said y/n embarrassed. "what do you mean?" asked jackson, "it's nothing" y/n was scared, he didn't know how jackson was going to react, he was dumb for saying that in the middle of sex, many mixed emotions made y/n start to cry. 

"shush, don't cry pretty boy" whispered jackson "it's ok, don't cry" he says wiping y/n tears and hugged him "it's ok, let it all out" he rubs y/n's back. seeing how he calmed down a bit jackson says "it's ok, you know why?" looking at y/n with loving eyes "i love you too silly" he smiles and kisses y/n who was shocked, his all-life crush just said that he loves him? y/n can't believe it. "and as proof of my love for you i'm gonna make you mine tonight" jackson bit y/n's ear and started to thrust. y/n was happy for what he just heard "fill me with your love then" he says hugging jackson as hard as he can…

in a mating press position jackson was drilling y/n so hard that the bed started to shake "i'm not gonna stop until you're full of my love,  i don't care if the bed breaks" the party man assured y/n couldn't say anything just moans and whimpers, feeling jackson reaching his sweet spot with every thrust. he then slip all his cock out leaving just the tip inside y/n's puffy gaping hole and then slammed again, doing the same thing like 10 times again. y/n started to jerk off feeling that sensation in his stomach "i'm gonna cum jackson" drool spilling out of his mouth "cum for me baby" says the top, kissing y/n and playing with his nipples to make him cum fast. "i'm c-cumming" yelled y/n shooting his cum landing on his abdomen and jackson's chest and some on his chin, he then cleans it with his thumb and lick it "so tasty" says jackson. "get ready to get filled" says jackson speeding up his pace, the loud music outside covering the skin slapping sounds "receive all my love and don-don't waste it" he says feeling he is very close "love. love. love. receive. all. my. lovee~" every word accompanied by a hard thrust, cumming finally in the last one and filling y/n's insides with his sperm. "i love you so much prince" says jackson laying at the side of y/n caressing his face, "i love you too" y/n replies…

—

it was morning, both already cleaned up and jackson accompanied y/n to the front door passing by drunk people sleeping everywhere in the garden. "ok then, see you later i guess" says y/n shyly waving "wait, hold on" yells jackson making y/n turn around to face him "here let me put them on you" he puts the glasses on y/n and adjusts his hair "you look cute on them" he says once again making y/n flustered "don't say that" y/n pushes jackson's shoulder who just laughed "why don't you wait for me to get ready and i take you in my car?... and i can invite you to have breakfast in a cafeteria i know, food there is delicious. what do you think?" he asks, "sounds good for me. just don't be late" answered y/n.

jackson kissed y/n leaving him surprised "it's a date then" he goes quickly to change clothes and y/n just looks at him with his face red as a tomato "fuck… i blush too easily... damn!" he thinks.

[vide0-nasties]

Going to be rambling insanely about Ghost and probably what his feelings on the monarchy would be, coming from one deeply damaged povo to another.

Anyway, specifically around the time the parasite in chief in her idiot hat (thanks Eccleston lub u) died and passed said idiot hat on, I was seeing a lot of (fun and gentle-ribbing, mind you!) posts about Ghost getting razzed about the queen croaking and maybe him being sad about it or something - I don’t really remember bc I have shit for brains and I just latch onto what bits my adhd will allow.

SO. I really don’t think Bruv Innit gave two shits about Liz buying the farm, bc he grew up working class in a working class town to a drug addicted, drug peddling dad, and a fairly nondescript mom who likely didn’t have a way to get her and her kids out of that shit situation (per ‘09 MW lore and some presumption). I imagine dude was dragged around a shitload of council estates and his dad’s friends’ shitty crash pads, no stability whatsoever, where food insecurity was a big ass forever-looming deal, mom had no idea if her 20 year old vauxhall was going to make it another trip to her minimum wage part time job, and school was forever on the back burner bc when it came to school supplies/trips vs eating and keeping the lights on. You can guess which one won.

If we’re also going with him being about 35-40ish, he would’ve been 10-12ish or so around Diana’s divorce and then her death. So, here’s this starving, horrendously abused kid, with his starving, horrendously abused mother and little brother, drowning in a system that is pretty much just letting them sink to the bottom, nothing is being done about the evil sperm donor that ruins everything for them, and he’s obliterated constantly by TV coverage and tabloids and radio DJs talking about this goddamned family’s stupid fucking drama. Charles cheated, Diana left, her poor boys in their fancy private schools with their endless wealth and glowing skin and brand new clothes that don’t stink of consignment shops are sad.

Sorrows - sorrows, prayers. 🫶

It’s a story he’s seen countless times, the only difference is money and coverage. And, realistically, the women in the stories he knows aren’t killed in car wrecks, they’re killed by their infuriated husbands who think they’re owed something catching up. Maybe that’s why his mom doesn’t leave the cocksucker that trapped her, she could’ve ended up another council house Diana that no one gave a shit about.

He grows up, becomes a butcher’s apprentice, joins the army. Straightens his brother out, makes sure his mom is set up nice, finally beats the shit out of his dad. And all the while, there looms the most fucking pointless, parasitic family in England: living off taxes taken from the public, god knows how much land and how many castles, even owning all the fucking swans on the island.

Relics, vampires, leeches.

But, you know, twenty years down the road, he’s pushing 40, his services to the country are done in the dark, the family he tried so badly to save were brutally cut down anyway, and when he goes to Tesco, the price of a fifth of piss Smirnoff is insane, and he’s still got Soap swimming in his head mid-rant bc his mam’s fucking knee replacement appeal has been denied for the third time and she can’t even walk anymore, Gaz is moving for the second time in a year bc he just can’t afford to live close to his parents even on his salary, meanwhile there was a stretch where it looked like Philip was surviving solely by being pumped full of virgin blood and straight stem cells.

So, yeah, if anything he probably said cheers when the news broke and cracked a couple extra jokes that day.

“What d’you call one dead Windsor? A good start.”

Edit: This is picking up some traction. @50cal-fullauto-astarion is my CoD blog if you like my Call of Bullshit stuff, this is my main and I don’t really go into CoD here

[riririnnnn]

Plsplsplsplspls make headcanons for charles if you have the time UR WRITING IS JUST SO GOOD??

YO??? This was unexpected since I rarely write here. Well, I can't understand what type of headcanons you want, so I'm writing all three: Silly; As a romantic partner, and Red Flags.

-> Silly

He doesn't mind farting in front of everyone in the locker's room and then blames whoever he feels like for blaming. He'd even add a top-notch acting of being grossed out like, "What are you doing, dude? Have some manners!"

He has definitely pulled down someone's pants right in the middle of the Blue Lock's cafeteria and then ran away cackling like the little shit he is.

He pulls prank on a daily basis and the main victim of them is Tokimitsu. He tried pranking Zantetsu, but lost interest because that fake glasses boy never even understood his pranks in the first place.

He has never quietly entered that communal bathhouse bathtub (or whatever that is). He always dives or bodyslams into the water—he once nearly cracked open his skull while doing a summersault, but he never learns his lessons.

Loki put him on a child leash during the flight to Japan. He also threw a tantrum to sit on a window seat, but then whined later because he could only see clouds.

-> As a romantic partner

Loyal. Very loyal. In fact, he is so loyal that he legit finds every other person ugly except you. He is so, so whipped for you to the point he physically gags thinking about someone else.

He is definitely the guy to be at a party or anywhere else and suddenly, he misses you and drops everything to go running back to wherever you are.

Just forget personal space and breathing when you are with him because he is going to shower you with so many kisses on your face that you'll actually suffocate.

Little spoon or big spoon? He doesn't care as long as he can have his head on your chest. Your calming lub-dub of your heartbeat is the mellowest lullaby for him.

If you cook or bake something and send it for his WHOLE team, then I promise you, he isn't giving a single crumb to anyone. He is inhaling everything doesn't matter if he gets stomachache later because of overeating—it's worth it, according to him.

-> Red Flags

Be honest, we all saw it coming—yes, he is very immature. Everything is a joke to him and though at first, his personality may prevent fights and arguements, but in a longer run, it becomes draining because he doesn't take anything seriously.

If you don't find any of his 'interests' as interesting, then he'll whine and whine until you give in to his demands. However, he won't do the same for you if he isn't interested in your 'interests'. He'll just act indifferent.

He doesn't know anything about periods and he actually doesn't even try to learn about it. Even when you'll try to educate him about it, he would show no efforts and might even say that, "Girls are so dramatic."

He might indirectly, and maybe even unintentionally, humiliate you in public by talking about you in a crude or inappropriate way. Even when he is called out for it, he just thinks he is being funny.

When you'll break up with him, he'll defame your character in public. He'll make you look like the bad person, spread false rumours about you being unfaithful and will make sure his fans harasses you.

That's all, I guess.

It's a bit tough to write about him without making him seem OOC, to be honest.

I hope the above headcanons make sense.

[deadboyfriendd]

Volare (Remastered)

This is for you, Jo @jo-harrington . I love you <3

Eddie was gentler with you, fingertips dragging down sides with the softest form of reckless abandon. The sweltering heat of the midwestern summers weighing on your bodies hot and heavy in the baking orange glow refracted over darkened water. The bedsheet beneath you is ironed by the steam of teenage awkwardness dissipating from the body– kisses and touches growing less awkward and more tender, as if he knew that they were now supposed to be registered instead of received. 

His buckle made impressions on the inside of your thigh, metal warmed against the plush soft skin. The grass beneath you danced its wavering dance, a sway that welcomed the coolness of the breeze over the exposed expanse of your back, gracing the overlaying flesh in a ritual of human intimacy. 

Songs of, oh, God’s and small giggles composing intricate tincture waltzes– a gathering drum backing and an underlying hum of soul surrounding your form. You can feel the dirt on your back, his fingers unwrapping you from your cloth confines and introducing you to his home like an heirloom– a home in which he himself haunted.The palms of your hands felt the smooth surface of stone beneath skin, and the dewy droplets from his own flesh dampened them with a waxy residue.

He couldn’t decide if you were still human. You felt human, but the way you were in front of him– celestial and heavenly. There was no way you could be. Your quick, sporadic breath rolled humidity out onto his neck, arms folded over you in fluid angles, a flash of teeth and a breathy laugh. No, he was right, you had to have been an angel. 

+

He couldn’t help but to laugh as you plucked the cigarette from his lip, giving him a chide, “Y’know, these things’ll kill you.” before placing it into your own lips. 

He took it back from you, placating a long drag and a smooth french inhale. Showing off. 

“Yeah… so I’ve heard.” He paused for a moment, taking you in.

Looking into his eyes was a mirror reflection of all of the best parrots of yourself– everything you were supposed to be. His skin shone with a pearlescent haze of sweat, soft locks falling over his shoulder. He beamed your image back at you through long lashes and batted yes. 

“I guess there was never anything I cared enough about leaving behind to stop.” 

+

You held him close to your chest, the gathering drum of mumbles and clumsy sentences replaced by the lub-dub rhythm within you, the quiet gasps and scratching of skin replaced by your own melody of whispers into his ear. He sang along. 

Strings of I love you’s and Is this okay?’s replaced harsh staccatos and haste swears, learning the piano pedal overtures of lovemaking, replacing the spoken poetry of fucking.

An almost feline purr escaped the confines of lungs as you stretched your arms over his back, feeling the calf-skin-stretched-over-marble texture of him. You could feel the way life had toughened him through scars and vibrations of proclamations of love in your spine. 

He had never been loved this tenderly. 

+

Your laugh seemed to fill the entire world around him, burrowing into his brain like a botfly. He couldn’t get you to leave, and you ate away and attached to the pink matter within his head until there was nothing left but you. 

He ran with you through the clearing, only slightly wondering how you could move so gracefully as your bare legs scratched almost violently through the thicket and thorn. He could feel it through his own jeans, but he chased your hand- in search of the warmth and echoes of his own happiness as you cleared out to the blue lake before you. The hill overlooked an empty dock. 

He didn’t care about the way his own legs throbbed, or the way his tar-laden lungs struggled for air, it always felt like he couldn’t breathe around you. 

He pressed his fingers to your back, net yet forceful, but still an invitation into his arms.ou happily obliged, your cool breath wafting over his neck as he shivered. 

+

Toes curled and fingers grasped at the tremendously quiet mouse-rumble between you. Your thighs shook around him, and, as he explored your body tenderly, he silently begged for you to shake and tremble away all of the worries that have plagued him to the bone. Your body a flame igniting his wax candle core and melting his insides. 

Hot tears rolled from your sea-spray eyes and down your Cyprus cheeks, hair blown by Zephyr and a small cry left your birth-of-venus lips. 

To you, he was celestial and grounded all at the same time. You could hardly believe that you could even reach out and touch him. He was spiritual, yet attainable, able to be touched by the human flesh, but almost impossible to be in existence.  

+

His head lay buried in the pillow of your thighs, looking endearingly up at your face as you thumbed through the pages of the novel before you. 

You stumbled over words and paused for kisses in between syllables, and alarming lack of flow within your own space-cadet brain. At this rate, the book would never be finished. You would never see an ending, but he understood this as the only correct way to read from that moment on. 

He could never look at a word again and comprehend it without hearing your voice say it. 

+

He wrote his own history into the book of your life, his fingers flipping through the pages of your body. 

His hands, beginning at your thighs and running up the duration of your being, not only read your words, but studied them. 

His tongue rewrote love back into your lines, but not in the form of quiet mumbles.

He wrote the word "love" into you like fire. He wrote the word "love" into you with only the passion of someone who had seen enough heartbreak to truly know the meaning of the word. 

His words were the color of mulled wine, spilling onto you with intention- he spilled these words into you in the form of art, and soft moans of endearment. 

His tongue began at your neck, but all too slowly traced words that you didn't care to make out down your sternum, across your breasts, and further and further down. 

He spoke the word love in a way that he had never known it.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

how deep is your love (i really mean to learn)

A little Deuce box drabble based off of this one TikTok I found:

Reader is female

Masterlist

If there was one thing that Belinda Carlisle got right was that Heaven is a place on Earth (well, at close to Earth that this strange magical world was, anyway) - at least that’s what you thought as you snuggled deeper into your boyfriend’s chest from where you he was cuddling you on the couch, the way his dextrous fingers carded through your hair and the soft thumps of his heartbeat making it all too easy for you to melt against him. Of course, it would be a bit strange to call the creaky, formerly cobweb and dust infested haunted dilapidated building that was oh so graciously bestowed upon you any form of paradise but the sheer euphoric bliss that filled you every time you were with Deuce Spade was better than anything Shangri La had to offer. 

With Grim conked out on a couch pouffe at your periphery, your assignments all completed and no classes, messes or responsibilities to think or even care about, you fully allowed yourself to submerge into the cozy embrace of both your boyfriend and the serenity of Ramshackle’s living room; the lights all off save for the dim glow of the fairy lights you had streamed onto the walls hours prior, the jumper he had given hanging enveloping you as well as the blanket he had lovingly draped over you, and the romcom movie playing on the screen in front of you were all in favour of reminding you that right here and now you weren’t some geographically misplaced teenager in a daunting new world, shouldering burdens far too heavy for any person to bear, you were just a girl cuddling with the boy you loved and living in the moment without a single worry in the world. You felt safe. He made you safe.

“I love you,” you sighed, though you didn’t think ‘love’ truly did justice in encompassing what you felt for him. You felt seen and heard and protected and cherished so adoringly you had no idea what to do. You felt like you were falling deep deep down into a rabbit hole of new territory but you weren’t scared at all, knowing - no, predicting - that he’d be there as your parachute, your safety net - defending as you descend and cushioning you with his embrace before you could even hit the ground. 

You felt his lips curve into that shy smile you’ll forever adore from as he kissed the top of your head. It was so endearing how he still took to dating like a baby duckling waddling towards a lake despite all that you’ve been through together and all the time you shared - such a stark contrast to the baleful attitude that he’d give to anyone that dares to mess with you, the same attitude he’s always so ashamed of despite your plaudits, “Hmm, I love you.”

“Well, I really love you,” you shot back playfully, scrunching up your face cheekily as you looked up at him.

Deuce raised an amused eyebrow, and despite the efforts of the golden glow around him in veiling him etherealness, lacing around his body like an empyrean halo, he looked every bit like the rambunctious teenage boy that finds himself in mischief seven days out of a week, Well I guess I really, truly love you.”

Oh you weren’t going to let him get away with that.

“Well I~,” gleefully drew out the word, half to play up the act and half to buy you time to think, “really, truly, madly love you.”

You didn’t know if he knew that your addition, whilst said in jest, was more true than he could ever even imagine.

Deuce humphed in faux annoyance, “Alright then. Well I, really, truly, madly, deeply love you.”

“Well I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately love you,” you triumphantly returned, pressing a kiss on his chest, right over the comforting lub dub of his heart, in emphasis.

“Okay. Well I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately…” his voice was breathier now, trailing off and faltering where you left off as you continued to press kiss after kiss on his chest and you could feel the arm wrapped around you tightening. You looked up at his wide-eyed, flustered expression, the dim lighting doing nothing to hide the flush that spread along his countenance, and gave him an innocent look that did a shoddy job of hiding your giddiness at one-upping him. He collected himself and gulped before shakily continuing, “re-remarkably love you. No-no fair, you’re cheating.”

“Says who?” you quipped back, giggling at the groan you got for yet another kiss, “I’m just showing you how much I love you. Can you really fault me for that? Also, I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably, umm… (you saw the corners of Deuce’s lips lift upwards at your hesitation and your brain began scrambling) deliciously love you.”

At your responding harrumph and the sight of you spiritedly sticking your tongue out, he gave in to your interesting choice of word, shaking his head and chuckling to himself before saying, “Well I really, truly, madly, passionately, remarkably, deliciously...  juicily love you.”

“Deeply!” you exclaimed, pointing a disbelieving finger at his stunned face, “Deeply! You passed on deeply! Which was your word, which means you couldn't have meant it! So you're a fraud, that's it!” 

You shoved at his chest and pushed yourself away from him, fake crying as you clutched a nearby throw pillow and let out your betrayed anguish into it and you could feel him rolling his eyes at your back as you ‘whimpered and sniffled’ about how your one true love turned out to be a lie. Without saying a word he wrapped his arms around your middle and brought you back towards him, your back resting snuggly flush against his chest as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You maneuvered yourself so that you were facing him, straddling his thighs as you hugged him back.

“You're-you’re,” you try to continue your heartbroken ruse even as laughter overtakes you so you soldier on despairingly, “you’re probably just a figment of my imagination…”

Having enough of your antics, your boyfriend pulled you back and kissed you - truly, madly, deeply, passionately kissed you, angling his head and slotting his mouth like the perfect puzzle piece he was. Thoughts of continuing your poor theatrics unravelled into nothingness and you just let your emotions and need for more, more, more. When the unfortunate necessity for air started to become more and more apparent, you reluctantly pulled away by a hair's breadth before he rested his forehead on yours, lovingly gazing at you like you were the only thing worth looking at. He opened his mouth but you interrupted.

“Hang on,” you piped up in confusion, knitting your eyebrows together, “‘juicily’?”

He just groaned before engulfing your mouth with his yet again.

Yeah, you were right. You had reached Nirvana.

[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: Stay This Simple 1/1

Stay This Simple

 "You know, for someone who never turns down an opportunity to celebrate something, you're awfully sedate today."

 A soft chuckle falls from his lips. When she'd joined him outside a few minutes ago, he'd been expecting to hear an admonishment for letting Lily run wild in the yard so early on. "Am I?"

 Kate tilts her head, eying him carefully. "Well, I have to admit that past experiences have taught me to expect sparklers and a marching band as soon as I open my eyes, but I guess I can appreciate the fact that you've allowed us to have coffee and wake up first."

 Rick grins, lifting his coffee mug to his mouth. She's not wrong about that much, he has a reputation for rather enthusiastic wake-up calls. Today, though, with the boys finally sleeping through the night, he'd awoken feeling rather calm. Contemplative.

 "What can I say? I'm here to surprise and amaze you."

 She hums, looping her arm through his and resting her cheek on his shoulder.

 "Well, you are good at that."

 "Mommy, hi!"

 Kate smiles, waving to Lily. "Hi, baby. You're up so early today."

 "Uh huh! S'firewowk day!"

 Castle chuckles. "Later, Sprout. No fireworks right now."

 Lily takes that in stride, skipping around the yard in a large circle. They watch as she attempts a cartwheel, tumbling indelicately into the grass. She doesn't seem upset, though, she simply turns her attention to doing somersaults, popping up after half a dozen and holding her arms out in triumph.

 "Tadaa."

 "Tadaa," they echo. Kate sips her coffee quickly, putting the mug to the side and holding out her arms.

 "Come see me, Little Flower. I have something inside that I think you'll like."

 Lily practically thunders up the steps to the deck, skidding to a stop in front of them.

 "Whassit?"

 Kate grins, tapping her index finger against Lily's nose. "Stay right there, I'll get it."

 Lily nods, climbing onto Rick's leg when her mother disappears into the house. She settles in before reaching for his mug.

 "Mooch," he teases. He allows her to take a small sip, though, knowing there's more cream than coffee left in this cup anyway.

 "Uh huh."

 Kate returns a moment later, lifting an eyebrow at the picture they make, sharing a coffee cup.

 "It's mostly gone," he murmurs.

 "S'yummy!" Lily adds, though whether it's a helpful thing to say, he's not entirely sure.

 His wife lets it go, choosing instead to settle back on the chair with them, holding out her treasure to their daughter.

 A set of red, white, and blue pinwheels.

 "I saw these at the store yesterday and I thought you would have fun with them," she says, kissing Lily's cheek.

 Lily beams, taking them both. She blows on them, getting them moving as quickly as they can. "S'wheels!"

 "That's right."

 "I lub them."

 Rick hides a laugh in his arms. She sounds so serious.

 "I'm glad, baby. Now, I bet you can run so fast you'll get them spinning. Can you try that?"

 Lily nods, resolute. She hops down with the pinwheels clamped in her fists, scrambling down the steps and back into the yard.

 Kate grins, slipping under his arm and cuddling against his chest. "I thought she'd like them."

 "Oh, she does." His lips touch her forehead. "Good choice."

 She settles in, and together they watch their kid play with her pinwheels.

[acesgarden]

Can we get some emertodo cuddling hcs? Specifically the small sounds you hear from each others bodies (like stomach bubbling, heart beats, breathing, ect)

or

a scenario where the two are skating together, spinning in a circle and holding hands, looking into each other's eyes?

I love you Ace/p I hope you enjoy writing this one <33

Yes yes!! Def gonna do the second scenario in a separate post too because it sounds cuteeee. Giggling thinking about it. Love ya too Chip<33 /p

GUESS WHOOOS BACKKKKKK B)

“Sounds of You”

⋆☀︎｡Pairings Emerson Conway x Shouto Todoroki

⋆☀︎｡Warnings Pre-established relationship, fluff, also semi-based on rp/headcanons.

⋆☀︎｡Summary :

A usual cuddle session between Emerson and Shouto.

Masterlist

To get to the point they are at now, it took time and patience. A lot of it.

Shouto would easily get overwhelmed at first. He had not experienced the love that Emerson so freely offered. True affection was a very limited experience in the Todoroki household.

Emerson was always be patient with him. She was privileged enough to have experienced a lot of love growing up, both parental and sisterly. She wants him to know how it feels too.

Eventually they got there. Even with a few hard days, they got there.

It was midst of their third year and it was one of their days off. Most of their classmates were off doing their own things. Emerson and Shouto though, they decided to stay in.

The sun was high, light filtered in through the curtains. The afternoon air was sleepy and soft. The room filled with nothing but silence, minus the occasional sounds coming from the pair.

Emerson :

She lays lazily over Shouto, often a lover of the Sweetheart’s hug/cradle. She shows affection physically most of the time. Craves the touch of others when she can get it.

She breaths softly when cuddling, a steady and calm pace. Occasionally sighing and stretching just a bit.

She tends to make little noises; hums mostly but a grunt here or two.

She likes listening to Shoutos heart beat. It gets her sleepy.

She’s a lot more quiet like this.

Shouto :

He’s stiff and soft with Em. He is a fan of spooning, but gives no complaints of the sweetheart’s hug/cradle. He likes spending time with those he loves more often than not.

His breaths are more quiet when cuddling. If you didn’t know him you’d think he wasn’t. That is how relaxed he becomes.

His heart beat is loud and rythmic: lub dub—lub dub—lub dub.

He listens to the sounds enjoyed from Emerson, its calming. A reminder someone is still there.

He’s quiet as usual, but more emotive if you looked at him right.

The sun began setting, the day lingering just a bit more for the pair huddled together. A peaceful rise and fall of their chests. The sleepiness had overcome them. Not even the light grumbles of stomaches could wake them.

The door peaked open, a pair of black and yellow eyes looked in. The girl grinned snapping a picture of the two. She had been told to grab them for dinner. But this was a much more interesting sight.

[unknowybruh]

DUBBOX! he/him 19 y.o appears on disco party floor exits on SharkCo Mall a dubstep-headed dude who loves music and is a professional DJ! dubbox can speak any language expect korean because of the north korean goverment has a sibling named 'boomy' his audio-files can spawn anything! (example: piano.mp3 spawns a piano) he has a fear of heights interactions: entering the elevator. "H3LLO EVER#YONE!" "N1CE TO SEE U!" "DISCO NEVER DIES!" spray water, snowball: "GSH! C0LD!" "HEY! N0T COOL.." "AGHR#AHS!" tomato: "N0M" petals: "F0R ME? THANK U!" "I NEV3R GOT T#HESE.." "PETALS PET4LS! HOW CUTE OF Y@U!" full elevator: "OUH." "N0T TOD#AY" "0UT OF O#RDER? SRY!" dialogues BIVE B - Oh... you seem, interesting! DB - TH4NK U! B - I shall investage you more... DB - SURE, I D#ONT MIND B - What a unique THING! DB - IS TH@T A COMPLEMENT!? B - Take it as what you THINK! DB - TH4NKS! I NEVER GOT 0NE.. FLESHCOUSIN FC - Hello. DB - HI! FC - Dub wub wub... cub lub... DB - YE#A! (WHAT?) DB - W0W FC - Hm? DB - YOU L0OK JUST LIKE T#HAT GUY OVER THERE! FC - Laba-daba-di.. DB - C0ME ON! DATS COOL. GNARPY G - HRSH! Get away fromz ME! DB - ARE YOU A GN4RPIAN?! G - Nonz of your BUSZINEZZ! DB - AH! Audio-file 69456: Gnarpian Language. DB - Glorp zorp goop gap geep! G - GOP?! DB - C0OL! G - Whatz? DB - YOU LOOK C#OOL! G - I KNOWZ! INFECTED I - 0-0 DB - 0_o I - :O DB - :D I - :D I - WUT!1 DB - MY H3AD? I - Y4S! WUT D4 H3LL?!1 DB - I THINK I#T LOOKS COOL! I - M3 T00! LAMPERT L - you have an object for your head aswell? DB - YUH U#H! L - cool. DB - YUH UH! L - are you gonna say something different? DB - YUH 0H! L - huh. neat head. DB - TH4NKS! URS TOO! L - thanks too i guess. MANNEQUIN MARK M - Ay, how' it's goin'? DB - N1CE! M - WOOD to hear t'at! DB - HE#HE! M - Wood lookin'! DB - TY PAL! M - No problem' matey! M - Har har har! DB - H4R H#AR HAR! PARTYNOOB/POOB PN - oh!! parteh lookin' boi!! DB - I 4M FROM A PARTY! A D#ISCO FLOOR! PN - you luk amazeeng!! DB - YOU TOO! PN - a dubstep bumbox for a head?? yeouch! experiments must hav hurt... DB - I WAS B0RN LIKE TH#IS! PN - oh... sry... DB - N4H, ITS OKAY BUD! PEST DB - H1! P - Get out of my sight. DB - WHY? P - You disgust me. DB - I JU#ST WANTED TO BE FR1ENDS! :( P - What. DB - WUT P - What is your head. DB - DUBST3P BOOMBOX? STR#ANGE QUESTION.. P - I hope that head goes BOOMbox. SPLIT SP - Man, your head is BANANAS! DB - HEH SP - It makes my mind SPLIT! DB - YOH0#HO! SP - Hey! Where are you from? DB - D4NCE FLOOR! SP - I am from PEELiphines! DB - OHOH#OHOHO!! DB - CAN I HEAR MORE? SP - Sure! SP - Your head is self-DUBbed the coolest! DB - YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! SPUD DB - H3LLO THERE! S - spud! DB - SP#UD! S - SPUD?! DB - SPUD SPUD! SPUD SPUD SPUD... SPUD DB - Y0INK! I GOT YOUR NOSE! S - Give it back! S - i mean... spud! DB - SPUD! S - oh...

[yarrystyleeza]

In A Heartbeat (M.M)

"I loved her, father, and her heartbeat was all it took for me to fall in love with her."

Taglist: @mindidjarin @acharliecoxedfan @v4leoftears @itwasthereaminuteago @munsonownsmyass @chvoswxtch @chronicoverachiever @bellaxgiornata @netflixmatt @netflixmatt-main

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[Prologue]

Word count: 3.8k!

warnings for this chapter: brief mentions of trauma and mental illness, usage of pills, and panic attacks.

The winter air howled through the frigid streets of Hell's Kitchen and danced around the warmth of brick buildings, little snow droplets were swinging through the chilling wild winds. Though the scene might sound crowded, but it was filled with utter silence, even the stray dogs were taking shelter from the stinging cold. That wasn't long until something broke the silence of the storm.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A heartbeat has caught the blind vigilante's attention. Such a young pump in this cold weather, what could force it to be out at this time of the night?

That's when a sweet fragrance hit his nostrils, put him on alert. It was a scent of a woman, so floral and sugary, but definitely captivating.

A laughter tore its way out of the snowy storm, it made his heart flutter out of his chest, he thought it had skipped a beat, and a little wave of blood rushed to redden his partially hidden cheeks.

His hearing was soon met by the soft crunches of her winter boots on the thin layer of white snow, the lub-dubs against her ripcage grew louder and her breath was warming the space in front of her a little each time she expired.

"It was a hard case to be honest with you, but it actually made me realize that I can go back to where I've always belonged to," her voice went smoothly through his ears like a satin ribbon, "mom, I guess I'm ready to call myself detective Mayfield again," she swung the plastic grocery bag softly, "oh, sweetie, you finally said it! You won't believe how long I waited for this moment..." her mother said on the other side of the call, a soft sob left her mouth, "aw, mom, please don't get me started with crying now, you won't be able to shut me off," she chuckled as a stray tear went down her blushed cheeks, she rubbed her cold nose.

"But don't get too excited about it yet, I'm still hunting some offices down to hire me," she made it to her building, walking up the stairs to her apartment floor, "offices? I thought you'd be back to the department..." her mother commented, "I don't think I'm ready for that action, I just made it out alive," she sighed, bolstered the phone between her shoulder and ear to get the key inside the hole.

"Come on, sweetie, you can do it, I know my baby..." her mother begged, "mom. I know what I'm capable of doing now--" she interrupts, "--and being back to the NYPD team is just... Out of my league," she sighs, putting the keys down on the dresser and taking her purse off her shoulder, she steps out of her boots and takes her jacket off, dusting the ice off the thick fabric before hanging it on the hatstand.

"Alright, baby... But at least tell me it's on your mind?..." she sighed at her mother's quest, a tired smile grew on her face, "alright, mom... It'll be on my mind, but not for now," she promised, with a little regretful frown, "sorry but I gotta go now, mom, I'm a little tired of today's celebration at the paper," she rubbed the front of her brows, "alright, sweetie, don't forget to have a decent dinner, you deserve it, baby... Goodnight, my dear," her face stretches widely as she smiles, "goodnight, mom, I love you," she hangs up.

Her sock-covered feet make friction against the wooden floor as she lazily drags them, she takes the wool scarf rounding her neck off, throwing it to the hanger, hoping that it would land perfectly, but it doesn't, so she turns back and hangs it manually. A loud purr followed by a trail of meows is making its way to her down the living room, "aww, look who's excited for mommy being home?" she carries her cat the moment she steps in front of her, "you're hungry, baby? I brought us drumsticks for dinner! You're getting a treat for mommy's celebration!" her cat meowed louder, getting feral for the chicken smell intoxicating her nostrils.

"You like them, right?" she cooed, her voice interrupted with her loud chewing, humming at how happy her cat is. They finish their meal and both of them get ready to go to bed, she changes into her cozy sleepwear and goes right under the heavy blankets, her cats snuggles next to her beneath them not long after.

A smile stretches his rosy lips as he supports his body to stand up off the emergency stairs attached to her building, taking the way up to the roof to jump off one rooftop after the other, taking the safest way home, though he realizes they are a street crossing from each other.

Keeping focus on her calming heartbeat, he climbs up to his apartment, he opens the emergency door and walks down the stairs to the main area. Removing his black mask off of his head, a smile unconsciously grows on his face, as he felt his heart pumping loud in his chest, like a drum solo in an orchestra performance, the blood rushed to his cheeks to redden them louder, more vibrant.

He stepped out of his dark leather boots and took his tight black shirt off, dragging his feet down to his bedroom, he threw his tired weight onto the mattress, face imprinted in the fabric of his silk sheets.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The vigorous heartbeat is pumping gently in his ears, combined with the soft crunches of the falling snowflakes, and her soft huffs of air as she breathes. Probably she's having a nice dream, he thinks. A sudden wave of guilt washes over him. He knows he shouldn't eavesdrop someone, specially in the safety of their home with no danger surrounding them. But he can't help it. As if the tick-tocks of her heart were the last thread he's hanging on, and he's holding on for life.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

It's almost two in the morning, his tired eyes kept focused on the ceiling, his lids were so desperate for a few hours of sleep. But oh poor they are, his heart was forcing him to stay awake, following his ears' orders to keep on listening to her heartbeat. He feels like he's drugged, he can't drag himself out of this, he's intoxicated by the simple sound of thumping in this cold night.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He finally gives in, he lets his eyelids fall into rest after hours of fighting back. His own heartbeat settles in, and his body feels like falling through the mattress to another level of existence. The ticks of her heart created a soft lullaby for him.

Peep. Peep. Peep.

His very annoying alarm goes off, he grunts as he lifts his heavy head off the pillow, he feels hammers pounding on his skull, he fell asleep at almost 5 am, and now that it's already six in the morning, he can't fall asleep back again, he has to get his ass off the bed and go to work.

He searches for the vigorous sound again, the loud pumps catch his ears again, this time more active, more excited. "good morning, my love," he heard her cooing at her cat, a smile stretches across his face, "mommy's gonna start searching for some offices... From the safety of our home," he loves how her tone shifts when she speaks to her cat, "yes, I know, I know, but we have to," he hears the little purrs in response to her, "don't worry about that part, you'll get fed with the same amount," her feet shuffle against the wooden floor, her cat follows her around with little tabby waddles. The strong aroma of hot espresso hit his nose, as she started to prepare her morning coffee.

He removes the sheets off of his body and takes a deep breath, inhaling the air that surrounded him, taking whatever littlest scent of hers, the feminine pheromones of her freshly washed body, the soft lavender shampoo fragrance that stuck onto her locks, the floral essence of her body lotions, the stiff aroma of her morning coffee, the funny odor of her cat's dried food, and the delicious smell of her sizzling hot breakfast.

Every scent he inhaled wasn't the first he'd ever encountered but, somehow, the combination of all of them was very unique, even new to his olfactory senses.

He got into his morning routine, barely pushing her presence to the back of his head. He took his morning shower, and put on his gray suit. He tied the thin black tie firmly around his thick neck and combed the chocolaty waves on his head. He wraps the watch around his wrist and wears his crimson red blinds. He puts his dark coat on, takes his briefcase, along with his sight aid cane and keys, and leaves the house.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

As stable as it can possibly be, he can hear it through the titanium walls of the elevator, louder than the buzzing electricity aroung him. The elevator lands down and he makes his way out of the building.

"What took you so long, Matt?" his blonde friend greeted him the moment he came into sight, "your night wasn't rough, buddy?" his friend asks gently, he shakes his head softly, "it was the best night," he answers with a slight smile, as softly as he moves with his friend along the sidewalk, "wait, you hooked up with some girl last night?" his friend stops walking, turning to face him.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, "no, at all," he shrugs, "if so, then what got you so worked up like that? Your face is red, bud," his friend digs down deeper, but he knows he can't get a word out of Matt's mouth if he doesn't want it to get out.

Matt smiles, the blush on his face grows louder and more vibrant, as he heard her faint giggles as she plays with her cat.

"Come on Ivy, catch it! " she snickers, "you're such a good girl! "

"Jesus, my man, you don't seem fine at all, are you sure you can make it to the court today?" his friend tilted his head a bit to the right, he's worried now. "I'll be okay, Foggy, don't worry about it," he shrugged with a slight chuckle in his voice, "c'mon, we got a trial to catch," he grabbed his friend by the arm.

Usually, Foggy is the one who leads the way, but today, Matt wanted to force himself away from keeping on listening to her heart, as he couldn't shut his ears off, the only option he had was to get away from the sound as far as possible.

"How can you actually catch a certain girl's attention?" Matt blurted out, Foggy stops, tilting his body to face his friend's. He keeps staring at him for a moment before actually speaking, brows shooting up his forehead, almost reaching his hairline. "You are not okay, buddy! You, Matt Murdock, asking me, Foggy Nelson, to teach you how to catch a girl's attention when you're some women magnet on feet?" Foggy spoke, Matt shrugged, "I'm just..." his brain circuit cuts again, the memory of her laughter rings in his head like a scream in an empty hall, "there's definitely something wrong with you, bud, who's that girl that's keeping you like this?" Foggy's expression softens, "like what?" Matt's brain is refusing the fact that it stopped functioning properly ever since last night, "like this! All red and blurting and probably daydreaming! Who is this lucky girl?" he doesn't even know the answer yet.

Who was that lady? Detective Mayfield? The name somehow rings a bell in his head, he's not sure when he'd heard it, but he's sure it was long ago.

"Never mind it, just a thought," he's sure it wasn't, but even if he told the truth, he doesn't even know what to say or how to say it. He's confused, garbled, and his thoughts are scattered. Foggy surrenders before they continue their way to the office — to gather a couple files before heading to court, meeting Karen, their third friend.

Hours of arguments and stress pushed the memory of her thumping muscle to the back of his head. But soon it was back into view, intertwined with the oh-sweet memory of her chuckles.

They left the courtroom after what felt like eternity, promising to catch some cups of coffee together to discuss the latest elements of the case, and maybe to get their shit back together. The office has been a total mess for a while.

Karen's phone buzzed with a message, she took her phone out of her purse to check it. "Boys can you wait for me? Just ten minutes, I'll be back," she says, gathering her sunny silky locks behind her ear, "just ten, my head is gonna explode if I don't get coffee soon!" Foggy jokes, to which she gives him a thumb up, spins and goes on her way.

"You've been silent since we got out, you okay?" Foggy starts, Matt turns at him with a slight confused smile on his face, imprinted the lone dimple on his right cheek. "We've been talking for hours, I'm barely standing now, Fog," he jokes, throwing his shoulders down.

He was keeping track of Karen meanwhile, the place was so crowded this morning after all, he wouldn't like her to get lost in the sea of people and spend time trying to find each other.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He thought he imagined it, it's faint, he's not sure if it was even real. But the more Karen moves, the louder this heartbeat got, as if she's walking towards it.

His blood raced up to heat his cheeks, making them grow all red. His dark thick brows shoot up his forehead, and a little side smile stretches on his lips.

It's her.

Again.

Her laughter cleaves the air and through his ears goes. It's her again. Was her presence a miracle? Well, he didn't believe in those but, he sure thinks this is one.

"Matt?... Matt? Matt!!" Foggy shakes his shoulder, gently but enough to snap him back to his senses, "Matt, I was talking to you! You okay, buddy? It's happening again, are you ill? Do you need to see a doctor?" Foggy was worried, his brows knitted together, he didn't know what was wrong with his friend, and surely he wouldn't ever know if Matt doesn't tell him.

His lips parted and closed multiple times. He doesn't have an answer. That's not even love if that what they call it, right? But it surely moved something inside him, it changed the chemistry of his brain. She flipped the light switch of a dark room he kept closed for a long time.

"Sorry I was late, guys," Karen breaks through the crowd and makes her way to them, and breaks the uneasy situation Matt got into. "No, don't mind it," Foggy speaks, trying to get his mind off of how weird Matt was acting the whole morning, "what was that thing that made you leave so quickly?"

"Oh," she exclaims with a shiny smile, "it was my friend from the bulletin, she wants to go back to her old job and she's here finishing some legal papers."

So she's Karen's friend? Matt knew he had to take advantage of this.

"What was her old job?" Matt asked with innocence in his tone, "like... we can help her on it," he corrects himself, readjusting the red blinds. "She was a detective back in the NYPD, the youngest in her team--" Karen answers, "--wait this rings a bell--" Foggy interrupts her, snapping his fingers, "--yeah, detective Mayfield, right?" Karen blinks and nods, "yeah, yeah... That's her, Madilyn Mayfield!"

Detective Madilyn Mayfield... He knew something was so familiar about her.

"Matt, you remember the cop who returned that whole school bus back to their families years ago?" Foggy pokes his bicep. He does remember now. She was the talk of the town back when he used to work with Foggy at Landman and Zack's.

"Yeah, I-- she was amazing," he tried to play it cool, but he couldn't help the smile that tore his face into two halves. "Well, she still is," she nodded animatedly, "she wrote amazing articles at the bulletin boards as well as reporting some of the massive events in the past couple years, I think you might've came across one of her articles before. Frank's case? She was supporting him a ton!"

It was under his nose this whole time.

"So what is she looking for?" Matt stirred his cane as he spoke, "Maybe we can help her."

He has to take his chance.

"Well, she's looking for private investigation offices to hire her," Karen answers, "she's still not ready to be back in the NYPD yet," she shrugged, curling her lips downward a bit.

"Maybe we can link her to Jessica Jon--" Foggy suggested, "--maybe she can join our team," Matt interrupts him with a higher tone, laying his winning card, his last card, hoping it actually wins. "Maybe it's time for us to expand our services a bit," he smirks oh-sure.

Foggy raises his brows, throwing eyes between Matt and Karen, who is eyeing Matt with surprise. Karen blinks multiple times, mouth gaping and closing. "You know what, you're right!" she nods.

Exhale.

Foggy shoots his brows higher, still looking back and forth between Matt and Karen. The idea looks fine to him, he doesn't even disagree, but Matt doesn't look fine at all. His smile grew wider and his cheeks are redder than ever. But still, he has no idea what got his friend so worked up like that.

Her heartbeat fades slowly out of the place. She must be leaving now.

"You can talk to her and offer this new job," Matt speaks, "if that wouldn't be a problem," he smiles sheepishly, "no, don't worry about that, I'll talk to her about it," she smiles back.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going to send Ellison my resignation letter tomorrow, I'll talk to him about it, I know he'd understand, he should," her voice rang softly in her warm apartment after the night has fell. "I've been struggling with working at the paper lately, and I think he already knew something was wrong so I think it would be a win for both of us," she caresses her cat's white fur.

"But d'you really think he'd understand and wouldn't be so pissed off about your leave?" her mother asks. Madilyn sighs. She's not so sure about it, but he can't force her on the job, can he? "I dunno, but I hope his mood is good tomorrow morning... But I just checked my inbox, he sent me an email asking why I didn't come over this morning, and my phone... Well, it has about twenty missed calls from him and other paper staff... Did I take this decision at the worst timing?" she rubs her forehead until it's reddened, standing off her seat to aim for the window.

She knows it's a very frigid night and that she'd catch a rough cold. But she needed to breathe, she felt the air being squeezed out of her lungs. Her panic attacks were less frequent lately, but it happened twice this week.

And this is the third.

She slides the glass up and sits by the frame, heart beating faster than a racer on the run, sweat hurling down her skin like the British showers despite the coldness of the air streaming through the window.

"Maddie?... Maddie, are you still on the line, baby?" her mother calls out from the other end. Her vision gets blurry. Her mouth is dry. The sound in her ears feels numb. She slides against the wall finding shelter on the ground.

One. Two. Three...

One. Two. Three...

One. Two. Three...

The salty sweat travels along her forehead, passing over her trembling lips, her teeth grinding onto each other.

The thought of things going bad after years of waiting and trying to go back is definitely worse than a nightmare.

Her shaking fingers fidgit as the world spins around her head, lights and shadows twirl against her eyes. She's scared, as if death is coming for her head. She's groping for anything around her as if she's drowning in the middle of the ocean, feeling her lungs suffocating as if the water rises to her neck.

Those eight minutes felt like a lifetime.

"Mo-- mom?... Mom, are-- you here?" she finally speaks, throat feels like bounded in thorns, dry and scratched. Her eyes shakily travel down to find her phone lying on the wooden floor. "are you okay, baby?... Was that an episode?... Are you still on the pills?..." her mother watered her with questions, voice cracking a sob.

She stopped taking the pills as she thought it made her feel worse. It did. She's been consuming a lot of medical substances for the last couple years, trying to find something to help her recover and forget about all the traumatic events she's gone through.

Nothing was working, eventually. Therapy helped a little, yes, with time and practice, but she knew she couldn't tell her mother she stopped the meds. She'd be even more worried.

"I'm-- I'm okay now, mom..." she rubbed the front of her head multiple times, sighing after what felt like eternity of holding breath, "I'll be okay..."

A swift movement caught the corner of her eye, a soft shuffle in the thick snow piling over the metal emergency stairs.

"you're still there, Maddie?..." her mother asked, "did something happen to you again, baby?..."

She peeped her head out of the window but couldn't see anything out of place, things were... Strangely calm tonight. Ground is painted with white, while the sky is pitch black, clouds are crowding over her head.

"hello?..." her mother calls on the other end. "yeah, sorry, mom, I...--" she answers, her honey irises are roaming right and left, "--I thought I heard something outside my window..." she takes a final look before sliding the window back down. The room no longer frigid. Neither is his heart.

He might've went too far tonight, he knows it. He went to bed with thoughts storming his head, he didn't expect things to go this way or, to his surprise, witness her going through a solid panic attack.

He knows he can't help it, and he knows it's so wrong to eavesdrop someone in the first place, but... Something about her drew him in closer and,

He couldn't get away anymore.

END NOTES:

Our blind vigilante caught a heartbeat that changes everything for him. Well, he's well aware of how wrong eavesdropping sounds, but he simply just couldn't help it, he's getting addicted to her.

Basically, Madilyn leaves the bulletin paper and makes the decision to go back to the battlefield. But still, she is afraid of her decision, actually she is terrified, which leads her to this panic episode. She's not taking medication for her condition on a regular basis which makes her situation falter. And Daredevil, he witnessed all of this.

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