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@0blivion , ‘ You’re a constant pain in my neck. ‘
the creature sits, perched menacingly upon ring apron. it's funny, really. she finds humor in the other women's nativity, not because they're not formidable opponents, but because no one, absolutely no one outside of her parents and her judgment day family knew what she was capable of. it's a magic so dark, so arcane and powerful that she could end the world if she wanted. but, no one needed to know that, right?
sapphires rolled into the back of her head as boots sway to and fro. " i mean, i could give you a pain in y'er neck if ya'd like, lass. " brow lifts, and in a blink she jumps down to stand before liv. she's every bit her mother's wrath and father's vengeance, a brutal combination of two particular brands of irish temper, on top of demonic intent that's all too real. she's practically chomping at the bit for blood. " ... just name a time and place. " a wag of finger, as if morgan is just giving her ideas.
" let's make it interesting, too, hmm? i hear there's a vacant women's title just dying for a new waist to call home. what'd ya t' ink? " she leans in closer, a venomous serpent coiled to strike. " sounds like fun! "
#0blivion#* . . . she is every bit hellfire and heaven alike | kayfabe.#* . . . fastest rising star of the red brand | monday night raw verse.#no but hear me out okay lemme cook#finleigh long awaiting to get her own revenge on liv while simultaneously avenging her mother for the lmrt years later *chef's kiss*
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NEW POST!
@/LUUVNANA: HE’S SUCH A DAMN PERVERT!
(not stolen just old work from my last blog)
The thought of him tracing his hands down your curves while he goes down on you, eating you out with no breaks as your hands try to push his head away. “no more please!” gets him excited. he would find every excuse in the book to stay.. “just one night!”, ��we have been drinking and i don’t wanna drive drunk”, “let’s have a sleepover! i’ll cook for you”. Once he hears that yes he knows it’s show time. If y’all were drinking he would stumble over to wherever you were lay his head on your lap and start caressing your leg to set the “mood” before drunkenly kissing your lap and trying to convince you to take them off.
“It’s too hot baby let’s take it off.. I don’t want you to pass out”. If you took the sleepover option he did cook for you; once he’s done he’ll try to feed it to you and purposely waste it on your shirt so you would have to take it off. while you take off your shirt his eyes stare at your chest as they bounce every time you move. “omg I'm so sorry my love let’s take this off, okay?” (he had that sick perverted smile) He convinced you to let him stay? he goes for the shot, pushing you up against the wall of your place. “you look so.. fuckable..” hell this man is SUCH a PERVERT.
but lemme stop cause we ALL know im fucking him after im done with this 😜 cant wait for him to fuck me soooooo good😩
#luuvnana: posted!#x black reader#x reader#x chubby reader#aot smut#onyankopon x chubby reader#connie smut#aot onyankopon#eren smut#armin smut#jean smut#jjk smut#gojo smut#nanami smut#geto smut#toji smut#toji x chubby reader#armin x reader#eren x black fem!reader
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When he walks through the door, you are cooking. Smells like something Italian but maybe not. He hears the bubbling of a pot and a searing of a pan. He crouches as he takes off his boots, caked in dirt and stinking of something foreign. He can’t greet you after a month like this, covered in grease and smelling of gunpowder and sweat. You heard him drop his duffle bag. He hears do drop the spoon you were using and the pitter-patter of your feet coming to greet him. Your smiling face turns the corner.
“You’re home.” You gently say as you walk over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into your arms with his face in your neck. You pull his mask off and give a kiss to his temple.
“I smell.” He says.
“Everyone smells,” she quips, “lemme hold you for a minute.” He lets her do exactly that.
After a minute or so he tells her she needs to finish cooking, and that he needs to shower. They can have a meal together and then take a well deserved nap together.
While he’s in the shower he takes his time decompressing. Trying to become Simon after a month of being Lt. Ghost. He thinks of what you might be cooking instead of the mistake he made that almost costed Price his life. He uses your conditioner and gingerbread body wash, knowing that you wouldn’t mind. You never do. It shocks him, every time, when he thinks of how much you Love him. You know what he does, and you still call him your “cutie-patootie.”
By the time he’s out of the shower, dinner is on the table, warm and on his favorite blue plates. You made him lemon breaded chicken and garlic parmesan pasta, his second favorite dish, first being his mother’s meatloaf.
“You smell familiar.” You laugh.
“This smells great,” he states, “not as good as me though.”
You place a kiss on his lips.
“Okay now that you have kissed the chef, you may eat your meal.” You move to the other side of the table, sitting across from him.
“Catch me up, what did I miss?” He says.
You spend the next half an hour talking his ear off as he shovels food into his face. He prefers that, not only does he like hearing your voice but it also helps him settle in. Hearing all the things that you did around the house, putting up new pictures, the ones that you took when you guys went to see the Eiffel Tower. You also got a few new plants, and told him that you waited for him to get home so you could name them together. You also said how you started watching some new documentary that he had to see.
He spent his whole life moving from one place to another, barely living. Now he has you. You move him and he moves you. Once he was finished with his plate, you took it to the sink and placed it on top of the others, you can do those later, it’s time to put your man to bed. He deserves it.
“Okay now, let’s get you to bed.” You pull him up and drag him to your shared bed. It’s quite a funny thing to see, such a large man getting dragged through the halls just to be tucked into bed.
You reach your destination. You let go of his hand and pull the covers back. You settle yourself in first, waving your hand to tell him to come in. You then maneuver him to put his head on your chest.
“All settled in?” You ask. He nods his head. No words needed. He was exactly where he needed to be. You begin to rub his back as he slowly finds himself falling into a sweet sleep, courtesy of you.
#simon riley fluff#simon riley angst#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#cod x reader#cod mwii
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⋆ TAGS — really soft and domestic, TW: this deals with postpartum depression, baby daddy!jk, soft lil kisses, insecure!oc, angsty as hell, this is more of a comfort fic, mentioned baby, oc rlly struggles but jk is super supportive, mentioned past pregnancy, this made me cry, soft hours, jk pampers his lovely gf, CANON AUUUU JK’S JUST JK HERE LMAO
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“vámonos a comer un heladito, tu princesita, cómprame cositas. en mis tacones casi todo el día, dame un foot-rub and ice out mi tobillo,”
Your eyes fluttered under the feeling of lips sliding across your forehead, eyelid, and nose. You hear Jungkook laughing quietly as he envelops you in his strong arms and tugs you close. His murmurs and pestering have you pulling a face in your sleep, nose scrunched cutely given the way he coos teasingly.
“What time is it?” You mumble softly and blankly stare back at him, eyes heavy from sleep.
“Noon.” This has you going stiff, “Relax baby, he’s okay your mom came early to pick him up.” He comfortingly strokes over your side and backside.
You sink back into the sheets and nod, “Why didn’t you wake me?” You mumble under your breath as your eyes flutter shut.
Jungkook pressed more gentle kisses to your forehead with a low rumble, “You need a break, figured maybe we could go out–do some shopping, go to that sushi place you’ve been dying to try.. That sounds good, yeah?” He murmurs.
You hum, “It does, feels like I haven’t been out in forever.”
He waits with a bated breath and smiles softly when you open your eyes and stare back with more clarity, all traces of sleep etched away. “You’re so pretty, y’know that?” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face.
A subtle heat rises in your cheeks as you smile back, “Even with baby barf and spit all over my shirt?”
“The prettiest.” He leans over to kiss your nose, looking into your eyes with a twinkle in his own. He looks at you like you’ve just hung the stars for him.
Shyly, you press a soft smooch to his lips before flopping flat on your back with a sigh, “The fridge’s nearly empty isn’t it?” You mumble, “I’m sorry, I meant to go the other day but I ended up—”
“You’re fine, it’s okay. You know I’m here too right?” Jungkook reaches over to hold your hand, “Don’t worry about it baby, you’ve got your hands full right now and I get it. ‘s okay to ask for help too.”
You look at him with a soft smile, “I love you.” You lay a quick kiss on his cheek and roll out of bed to head to the bathroom.
Jungkook huffs, “Only one? On the cheek too..” He grumbles like a petulant child, sitting up in the messy sheets tangled around his hips and his bare chest out for your viewing.
“Get ready, it was YOUR idea to go out too so don’t make us late.” You fondly roll your eyes, you can hear him whine about something else behind you as the door shuts.
“…..” You pass in front of the body length mirror, pausing for a moment to observe your appearance. Your hands come up to rest over your tummy as you stare long and hard. “…”
You better get ready.
.
“y/n.”
“y/n?”
You snap out of your daydream and look over at Jungkook curiously, “Yeah?”
“I asked if you wanted to check out the fruits, it’s strawberry season and I’m sure they brought out all the fresh stuff.” Jungkook doesn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that you’ve spaced out for a second time since entering the store.
You shake your head, “I don’t like strawberries.” You say disinterestedly.
‘But you ate them your whole pregnancy, what’s wrong now?’ Your brain is screaming at you to just say yes and deal with it but you can’t.
He gives a soft hum, “That’s fine. Is there anything you wanted to get?” He steers the shopping cart away from the fruits, leading you down an aisle filled with spices and other cooking ingredients.
“Um, what was that thing you bought last time? When you made that white stew.” You scrunch your nose, “Ugh I forgot.”
“Ohh, you mean the cream stew mix? Uhh I think it’s down this aisle lemme check.” Jungkook leaves the cart with you as he trails down the aisle looking up, down, and around.
You pick out a few things to try out later on and happily make your way over. “Did you find it?” You curiously peek over his shoulder, damn near yelling because he shoots back up with a ‘ah-ha!’.
“What?” He innocently says after noticing the scowl on your face.
“You scared me.” You huff and punch his arm gently, “C’mon, I wanna get some chips and the aisle is back that way.” Jungkook happily trails after you, telling you all about his upcoming Calvin Klein campaign.
.
“Look,” Jungkook snorts as he holds up a pair of lace g-strings, “you mean to tell me this tiny triangle covers your entire pus–”
“Jungkook!” You hiss quietly after noticing a few older women turn their heads, “Put those down.” You snatch the panties away and toss them back into their respective drawers.
He cheekily grins and picks up another pair of underwear, “What? I didn’t do anything, I was just asking.” He chuckles.
“You are so dumb.” You giggle quietly, “Stop!! You’re going to get us kicked out, I thought I had one baby not two.”
“But babyy this is so boring, jus’ a bunch of girlie stuff and these women keep lookin’ at me like I’m a creep but I swear I’m just trying to help you.” He pouts.
You shake your head fondly, “Here, go find something to buy or do while I finish up here.” His eyes light up and he presses a messy smooch to your cheek before practically sprinting out.
Your eyes slowly turn over to the mannequin sitting tall on the platform donned in a new lingerie set. You stare at it for what seems like eternity while the world goes on about their day around you. Eventually a staff comes to break you out of your bubble.
“Is everything okay miss? Were you interested in our new spring collection?”
“Oh, um yeah, well I’m trying to surprise my boyfriend you know? I don’t know if he’ll like it ‘n stuff.” You murmur softly, eyes lowered and averted from the mannequin.
“Mmm.. what do you like?”
“Silk, maybe a babydoll or teddy..? I think.” You can’t stomach the idea of wearing a two piece, because then that means your….
“We have just the set then, we got a ton of new items for this spring. ” She grins while leading you away.
When you come out of the store, Jungkook’s barely walking back. He has this goofy little smile on his face as he stops in front of you, barely containing his excitement. “Guess what.”
“What did you do?” You giggle softly and eye the bag in his hand.
“I got this for you.” He brings out a large shirt and holds it up proudly, “It says: Best Milf Ever.”
You stare at the words with disbelief and then you’re breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. People around you look in curiosity but you can’t stop, you feel like you’re about to pee from how hard you’re laughing.
And Jungkook?
He stands there with a fond smile, gazing at you lovingly as he puts the shirt back, “You like it?”
You haven’t laughed nor felt this much joy in a while. “I love it.”
.
After having dinner Jungkook takes you out for ice cream. You were a bit burnt out from being out all day so you waited in the car while he went inside to buy the ice cream.
You think back to everything that happened today, it feels nice. You make a mental note to ask Jungkook to take you to a cat cafe sometime later on in the week. “Oh my god.” You mutter in embarrassment.
Jungkook’s walking back with a monstrosity of a ice cream sundae and then your perfectly NORMAL scoop of sherbet with gummies on top. “Jungkook what is all that mess?” You whine.
“What? I wanted triple chocolate with sprinkles and fudge.” He slips into the car and hands the small bowls over, “C’mon you gotta try it.”
“Hell no! This looks like it can either send me to do number three or I’m gonna puke my guts out.” You hiss.
“Number three doesn’t exist, nice try.” Jungkook scoffs softly while pulling out of the parking lot.
“It does now.” You mumble, ignoring his loud laughter.
You can’t hide the face you make while Jungkook eats that horrendous dessert. He doesn’t even care that you’re judging him as he happily watches his little Netflix show he’s been yapping about as of lately.
“I knew it, it was her all along..” He mutters to himself as he eats a large spoonful of ice cream.
“I’m going to the kitchen, you want anything?” You can’t take it anymore as you stand abruptly and pass by.
“No.”
You put your ice cream away and drink a glass of water in the kitchen. You enjoy the peace and quiet, it’s been a cool minute since you’ve had some time to yourself. Between caring for a newborn and balancing your everyday life, shit’s been hard.
Not that Jungkook doesn’t help, but sometimes you feel like you put too much on him. He says he doesn’t care but.. you do.
With a heavy sigh you leave the cup in the sink and trail over to your bedroom. The dainty lingerie bag sits on the corner of the bed, you have yet to try it on but you don’t know..
“Fuck it.” You mutter while stripping down and slipping on the pretty babydoll top and matching thong to go with it.
The soft pink and silky smooth feeling of it has you smiling to yourself over how pretty it is on you. The set even came with a robe so you slipped that on too and tied it securely around your waist before heading back out to show your lover.
“Jungkook.” You call out, “What do you think?”
He pauses his show and looks over, his eyes visibly glaze over as he takes you in from head to toe. “Pretty, I like it—pink suits you.” He beckons you over.
Right, he thinks it’s just a robe.
You walk over with a soft hum and stand between his legs, “I got something else, it’s under.”
His eyes darken and he licks his lips, “Can I?” His hands hover over the sash. You can’t help but shiver with the way he looks at you like he wants to eat you alive. Makes you feel hot.
“Yeah..” Your voice comes out breathier than usual, a hint of excitement underlying your tone.
Jungkook unties the knot and slowly pulls your robe off. “Fuck.” He whispers when he sees the pretty babydoll underneath, he gets a peek at your thong too and he’s nearly drooling.
“Shit baby you look so fuckin’ pretty, look at you,” he gently twirls you around with a low whistle.
His hand hovers over your ass, not quite touching but there. You gently pull his hands closer with a soft, “You can touch.” You murmur.
Jungkook audibly gulps and grabs a fistful of your babydoll, he lifts it up enough to slip his hands around both cheeks. He gives both doughy cheeks a tight squeeze before he’s jiggling it in the palms of his hands.
“Can I baby?” He asks softly, “I wanna take you to bed.” To that you nod.
Before you can get another word out, he abruptly stands and hauls you up into his strong arms. You squeal in shock and hit his shoulders, “Jungkook..! Put me down!” You whine.
“No.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a sharp smack to your ass, “Let me take care of you yeah? Just sit ‘n look pretty for me.” He carries you down the hall and kicks the door open, gently tossing you onto the center of the bed.
You bounce back on the mattress with a soft ‘oof’, he doesn’t let up because he’s already crawling over you and landing a sweet yet heated kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around him and hug him close, enjoying the soft touches.
Jungkook takes his sweet time kissing you, the kiss is slow and his touches are light and feathery. He holds you like you’re made of glass or something, gently cupping your hips and massaging them. It tugs on your poor heart strings and you find yourself tearing up for no reason..?
He pulls away with a soft pant, pressing his forehead to your own as he stares into your eyes with devotion. “Why are you crying baby? Hm? Why’s my pretty girl sad?” He wipes your tears with his thumbs.
“B-Because, you’re so good to me.” You softly hiccup, “Feel safe with you.”
He brushes your hair out of your face and smooches your nose, “Yeah, what else baby. Talk to me.” He murmurs patiently while cupping the side of your cheek.
“You don’t make me feel alone.” You whisper, and his heart breaks seeing you this vulnerable, “I-I know I haven’t been there for you b-but with the baby and–”
“And who said you needed to take care of me? You already have enough with the baby, you spent nine months carrying our baby and you worked hard to bring him into the world my love. Makes me proud of you baby, strongest girl I know.” He softly smiles.
Your heart races and you feel a knot in your throat as you continue listening to him, “You’re going to be okay—we’re okay. You know I’m always going to be right here for whatever you need, you’re doing so good my love.”
You let out a soft sob and bury your face in his shoulder. These past two months of silently struggling with coming to terms of your newfound motherhood and changes with your relationship finally come to a stop. You feel good knowing that Jungkook is so understanding and supportive.
For a while you thought you were going insane, that it was your fault and you were a horrible mother for feeling so…bad.
Even when you were bedridden for days, void of any life and emotion, Jungkook is still here.
“I love you.” Jungkook whispers.
“I love you too.” You sniffle.
Jungkook helps you slip into one of his shirts as the two of you cuddle for the rest of the night watching silly rom-coms. You know the future will be okay.
Everything is okay.
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Im back with another yandere satoru request hehehe
So, I was wondereding what would happen if Satoru's beloved found out about his very unhealthy obession with her?
Hold on, lemme cook rq- So, instead of getting the fuck away from him (like most logical people would do) she decides to try her best to get him some help. Like, she'd confront him about his very distirbing behavior, (basically tearing down his entire facade and presenting it to him) and when he's begging her not to be afraid of him, not to abandon him, she tells him that she wants him to get help.
Heres where I kinda got a little stuck....the thing is...he would listen to her every beck and call, but would he really get the help he needs, or would he decieve her and trick her into beliving that he's getting better when in realitly he hasn't changed at all. (He's just alot more careful about what he does behind her back.)
Mkayyy, thats all folks. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.
You kept hearing noises from your backyard.
It woke you up. You couldn't really recognize what it was, but you really hoped it wasn't raccoons eating your berries again. You admit, your garden has many fruits and vegetables, but you certainly didn't want them being eaten. They took too long to grow! So, you got out of bed, threw on your robe over your night gown and quickly made your way downstairs to your backdoor.
When you opened the door and stepped onto the grass, everything seemed fine. Your strawberries were intact. Carrots still growing. No lemons dropped from the tree. But to the far right, you did see a familiar figure continuously puncturing another man's insides with a pretty dangerous looking knife thing.
Someone was in your yard.
Someone was being killed in your yard.
You're within distance of a killer.
By the time the realization set in, the familiar looking man had already saw you staring at him. It was Satoru Gojo.
You both stared at each other. It grew painfully silent and you took a step back, your eyebrows furrowing. You began hearing your heartbeat in your ears and began breathing faster. Your lips separated, probably to scream, and Satoru dropped the knife, immediately running over to you to shut you up in time.
When he trapped you in his arms, you tried to scream in surprise, but he already had one of his hands covering the entire bottom half of your face. "SHHHHHHHhhhhhh. shhhhhhhh. shhhhhh." His heartbeat thumped against your upper back and you tried to look up at him. He was already staring down at you with those big blue eyes and you tried to take his hand off of your mouth. "It's okay, baby. You're alright. It's alright."
Well, he didn't kill you, so clearly you didn't have to be scared. You still tried to talk and he tilted his head. "......you gonna scream if I let you go?" You shook your head. He stared down at you, as if he was trying to catch you in a lie. But then he laughed and finally loosened his hold on you. You took his hand off of your mouth and turned around. "...............Why are you killing someone in my yard?"
He says nothing.
You try to look back at the corpse and he blocks your way. "Fertilizer."
You avert your gaze and hug yourself. "For your tree."
"I already fertilized it two weeks ago. You were there. It doesn't need fertilizer until like a few months later." Satoru goes silent and sighs.
"Alright, babe. You caught me." He stalks closer to you and stops when he's directly in front of you.
"I killed him because he was a terrible waste of space." His smile was unnerving and you only felt more uncomfortable and confused. "What....?" "....He was useless. And he got in the way." The way he spoke made things a little awkward between the two of you. Did this have something to do with you and him? You hoped not. But with the way he said it, and the way he was staring at you began giving you confirmation that this was the case.
"He doesn't deserve you like I do." You inhale sharply and take a step back towards your door. "Satoru-" "No, I'm serious."
"You can't just....kill someone. He's dead!" His shoulders shake as he laughs at your statement. "You think I don't know that? That's the whole point. To die." You shake your head, "I-I need to get you help. This isn't okay. You shouldn't think it's okay to kill someone just to....I don't even know."
"To have you," He states. But you didn't hear. You were already back in the house to research different forms of treatment he could possibly receive. You didn't know what you were going to do with the body.
Satoru did plan to use it as fertilizer.
He lied to you for 12 weeks. And he hated every second of it. He never liked hiding shit from you. Which is why he straight up told you that he killed that dumbass from a while ago. You deserve better than some liar. But he'd be damned if he let some random take you away from him. So, he told you that he was going to the therapist that he been paid off and also killed.
He told you the body was taken care of and you didn't have to worry about it. After all, your tree leaves looked perkier than usual(he didn't tell you that either).
When you heard he was consistently meeting with his therapist, you let him take you out more often. You let him hang out at your place to have sleepovers if you had the time, and you realized that you might have a small crush on him. You shouldn't have a crush on a killer, but here you were. You should've called the police on him a long time ago(not like he'd get rid of them either), but he promised you he'd be good. And he has been. So you trust him.
Satoru learned to stop doing things like being a killer when you're around. It was smart to do it at night. But definitely not where you live. Probably the stupidest thing he's ever done. He should buy that house a few towns off. Everyone would be better off dying in there anyways, especially if there'd be no trace of them in the first place.
He's lucky you're gullible.
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hi angel, are you doing okay? <3
I hope you're doing okay angel, ily 💗
can I request some Daryl Dixon fluff please? maybe something like, wounded Daryl comes across the reader in the forest and passes out at her cabin's door. She brings him inside and treats his wounds, she lets him rest in her cute small bed. I'll let you write the rest <3
thank you angel - lily <3
I'm getting there, all your kind words are making me cry, but I'll be fine love, thank you<3 ily more🎀
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"ah fuck!" daryl grunts out holding his side. a arrow hit him when he was trying to take out these men.
he was out on a walk just to think, maybe hunt and find something to bring back to alexandria but he ran into these assholes.
he got hit, and now he's bleeding out and lazily taking out walkers trying to find his way back home.
he comes across this house though, but it looks lived in. he sits on the porch for a second and then he feels tired so all of a sudden he falls over and he's out like a light.
you were cooking when you heard a thump outside. scared you flinch and gasp quickly grabbing a kitchen knife.
you slowly tiptoe outside and make your way towards the door. you cautiously check all the windows and then unlock and open the door.
you gasp when you see the big brute of the man laying on your porch with blood everywhere.
"oh my god!" you drop the knife and run over to him quickly. you bend down next to him and check his wounds.
"it's too dangerous out here, let's get you inside." you say trying to communicate with the unconscious man.
you drag him inside with whatever strength you seemed to conjure up and rested him on your couch.
you run to the bathroom and get some medical supplies you've found or stolen(killed to get.)
you lift his shirt and pry off his vest. your treat the scar that has now formed on his skin. you stitch him up until he's good as new.
you smile at your work and clean up the blood of your hands and the bloody wipes.
your boiling some warm water when you hear grunting. you look over and find the strange man waking up.
"oh no no, don't move the stitches might break, p-please stay down. here, come to my room. c-can you walk sir?" you ask him trying to get him to get used to your presence.
"where the hell am I? who are ya?" he says gruffly with a accusing tone.
"i'm the girl that saved you from being walker dinner, so please just hold onto me and lemme help you, ok?" you say sweetly as you smile at him.
He grunts and let's you carry him to your room. your room is green and full of little daisys all around the room on the wallpaper.
you have little jellyfish hug on strings from the ceiling and little plushies and stuffed animals littered on your bed.
"here, lay down while I make you some tea ok?" you smile and let him lay down.
you quickly rush out and get the tea bag and put it in the cup.
you come back to the room with the tea all brewed and serve it to him.
the tea is in a cute little teacup that is placed on a plate with a side of little biscuts.
"here, bon appetit! enjoy." you say placing it on the nightstand next to him.
you sit down on the far side of the bed while you watch him scarf down the biscuits and slowly sip the tea while making eye contact with you.
"so, what's your name sir?" you ask, fiddling with your bed comforter. he looks at you and you swear you could see a tiny sideways smile.
"mhm, daryl ma'am. what's yours sunshine?" he rasps. you smile at the nickname and chuckle.
"y/n, my names y/n. nice to meet you daryl."
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Unabashed
Summary: Luffy wants you. He isn't afraid to tell you, either.
Warnings: Needy Luffy, rough sex, biting, breeding, I'm just really horny for this guy ok i'm practically writing this half asleep, NOT beta read
"I want you."
The statement made you choke on the drink you had lifted to your mouth. You coughed and sputtered as Luffy stared at you. There was no embarrassment or shame laced into his features. He'd said it so casually, as if complimenting the weather or Sanji's cooking.
The two of you had been helping Franky move some supplies into the storage room. You'd just finished moving the last set of boxes and were sitting in the room, relaxing with your captain with a drink Sanji had bought you. He ignored Luffy's pleas for one, so the two of you were sharing the fizzy beverage.
You were giggling at some joke Luffy had made before he paused and stared at you. He had tilted his head, almost as if he was confused, before confessing to you. Without missing a beat, Luffy leaned down to wrap his lips around the straw from the cup that was still in your hand. You blinked, dumbfounded.
"L-Luffy, what do you mean?"
"I feel all funny whenever I'm around ya. Down here." He took your other hand, bringing it to his lower abdomen. You could feel his muscles twitch underneath your palm. He was warm. "And it means that I want ya."
Heat rushed to your cheeks. How your captain was able to say something so bold without batting an eye, you'd never know. But this is Luffy you were talking about. It's not much of a surprise, either. You looked down to where your hand rested on Luffy's stomach. You bit your lip, thinking for a moment.
"Lets... take this somewhere else."
With that, you grabbed his hand and led him to the girls cabin. It was the middle of the day, so luckily Nami and Robin were out on the ship. Luffy giggled as you dragged him into the room, before slamming the door and locking it. The moment you had him in the room, you pushed him up against the door.
"Are you sure?" Your lips were inches away from his. But you needed to hear it. Luffy snorted.
"'Course I am."
You surged forward, planting your lips on his. Luffy grunted into your mouth as you brought a hand to tangle in his hair. It was surprisingly soft. His hands landed on your hips, squeezing ever so slightly. You sighed into his mouth as he led you backward. The back of your knees hit your bed. You pulled away from your captain, placing a gentle hand on his chest.
"W-wait." You pushed him backward, much to Luffy's dismay. He pouted at you and you giggled. "Just lemme get undressed, okay?"
Realization dawned on your captain. He nodded and went to remove his own clothes too, placing his straw hat on your night table. His top was easy to remove (since his shirt was open all the time), but his leg got caught in his denim shorts, causing him to stumble a bit. He finally righted himself with an aha! By the time he looked up, you were already naked, blinking up at him.
"Take what you need from me, Captain."
Luffy grinned like a madman, jumping into bed with you unceremoniously. You laughed as his actions caused the bed to sway and you both ended up in a tangle of limbs. It was silly and so Luffy, you had known getting into bed with a man like him would be fun. You had liked him the moment you'd joined the crew. This felt like a dream come true, in the arms of the man you'd been thirsting over for so long.
With a giggle your hands grabbed Luffy's face, bringing his lips to yours once more. He groaned, rutting his hips into you. He needed to be inside of you so badly. You giggled, taking one of his hands from where it was clenched in the pillow beside your head. You brought it down between your legs.
"Gotta warm me up first, captain."
You weren't sure how experienced your captain was. The man hardly ever showed interest in people, at least not in a sexual way. You'd heard of beautiful women courting him, only to be turned down with a smile and nonchalant, "no thanks!" But regardless, he seemed to get the picture. His eyes lit up and he kissed you, before nuzzling into your face and neck. His index finger swiped through your folds.
"You're so wet, Y/N." Luffy breathed, licking and sucking at your neck. His finger circled you clit a few times, and he giggled as you squirmed. His tongue traced your collarbone as he plunged his finger inside you.
You whined, gripping his hair. He pumped in and out of you for a few moments, curling ever so often. You could tell he was being careful, it was like he would try a different angle and listen for your reaction before continuing. When he added a second finger you let out a whimper.
"M-more, Luffy. please."
Without skipping a beat a mouth sealed over your nipple at the same time his finger curled inside of you. You moaned, squirming against the boy. His fingers fucked you deeper, harder. His other hand came to play with your other nipple. Your head rolled against the pillow and Luffy bit and sucked your chest. God, you couldn't even imagine the way you'd look in the mirror tomorrow. It was too much, and not enough at the same time. You needed more.
"Fuck! Luffy," You panted and tugged his head off of your chest. He had been humping against your leg and drooling all over your chest. You didn't want him losing himself before he had the chance to fuck you.
"C-can I put it inside ya now? Please?" Luffy whined, nuzzling against your face and rutting himself in between your folds. You kissed him, biting his lip and reveling in the whimper he let out.
"Yes captain. Fuck me, please." You sighed against his lips. Luffy groaned and pushed forward, pushing his cock into you. Your moans bounced off the walls of the cabin. Huffing, Luffy withdrew his hips before pushing back into you. His movements were a little stiff, too calculated, like he was trying to gauge your reaction first. He was fighting the urge to bury himself into you over and over, so as to not hurt you.
"I-is this okay, Y/N?"
You smiled, wrapping your legs around the boy hovering over you. You kissed the scar underneath his left eye and took his face in your hands.
"Let go, Luffy. It's okay. I can handle it, I promise" You peppered reassuring kisses to his face, causing him to giggle. He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, angling your hips a little higher. His face buried into your neck as his hips moved faster, deeper, fucking into you like his life depended on it.
You moaned and held onto your captain's shoulders. You were certain that any one of your crewmates walking past the door could tell what was going on inside the cabin by now. Luffy moaned and whined, drooling all over your neck and shoulder. He was moving purely on instinct, length pushing against your cervix with every thrust.
"Ya feel so good Y/N," Luffy had huffed after a particularly harsh thrust. "So- ngh haa- so warm n' wet."
His words made you clench down on him, earning a moan from the both of you. He rutted against you wildly, moving purely on instinct. He would grind against the deepest parts of your body before thrusting, shallow, like he couldn't stand to be outside of you for more than a few seconds.
"C-close- Luffy!" You gasped, writhing in his arms. He whined as you tightened and fluttered around his length. His hand snuck down to rub at your clit, trying so desperately to feel you tighten around him again. You cried out, hands scrabbling at your captain's back and back arching off of the mattress. Your orgasm spurred Luffy into his own, as his thrusts seem to trip and stumble after pressing himself as deep as he possibly could inside of you.
You both gasped for air as you cam down from your highs. Luffy sighed and kissed you again, bringing you back from your daze. It was good. He was definitely slobbery, but you didn't mind. Luffy was passionate and wild and you loved him. So when he rolled off of you to lay beside you, you smiled at him before pressing your body against his. He accepted you happily, wrapping his body around you immediately.
"So, how was it?" You giggled against his lips.
"It felt amazing, Y/N! Can we do it again?" He beamed at you. You smiled.
"Later, Luffy. Right now I just want to hold you."
"OK!"
A few seconds went by in a comfortable silence before you looked up at Luffy to find him looking down at you, a lazy smile spread across his face. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You tried to fight the smile wiggling onto your face as you hooked a leg over your captain before rolling on top of him. Luffy burst out laughing. Once again you rolled your eyes before pressing a kiss to his giggling lips.
"I spoil you too much, y'know that?"
#I am so tired it is nearly 2am#but i NEEDED to finish this or else i would've imploded#I hope u guys enjoy :D#cus i did#anyways goodnight#luffy x reader#luffy smut#kibbles bits
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all i ever wanted, all i ever needed (not old enough ch. 8)
pairing: leon x reader
cw: smut, titty-fucking (lol), pregnancy, dubcon for a min bc he is half-asleep for a min, fluff
word count: 4.5k
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Over the next week, you watched Leon become progressively more stressed. At this rate, he’d have a full head of gray hair before he officially became a father. The DSO was not keen on the idea of him quitting. It’s not like Leon had a formal contract with them because blackmail isn’t really a matter that concerns itself with legality. “Over my dead body!” he’d say if they told him he’d continue working there, but it wouldn’t be that funny since the death threat had never been redacted per se.
He did his best to keep it away from you, but you heard his phone conversation with Hunnigan from down the hall. Before he’d even begun to raise his voice, you awoke to the sound of him pacing his office. Leon carried his worries with him, and you could hear them in every heavy step that made the hardwoods creak wearily beneath him.
“Well guess what? It’s not your fuckin’ decision to make! It’s my life, not yours.”
You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, only Leon’s words and his huffing breath in between his sentences.
“No fuck that!” You heard his hands slam onto the wooden desk. “If you really care about me then you’ll let me leave.”
You walked down the hall to check on him, but the door was locked, so you knocked. He flung the door open, and he looked furious for about a second until he fully registered that it was you standing in the doorway.
“Hunnigan, hold on,” he said, much quieter, as he put the phone on the table.
“Hey, baby,” he said, leaning down to hug you, “I’m sorry I woke you up. Do you want me to put you back in bed?”
“No, I just wanted to give you a hug to make you feel better.”
His expression softened and his shoulders relaxed at your words.
“Thank you, baby.” He kissed you on the forehead. “Lemme finish this call and I’ll come see you, okay? And I promise I’ll be quieter.”
“Okay.”
You secretly listened in on his conversation for a minute, but you had to press your ear to the door to hear what he was saying because he did actually try to be much quieter. It was funny to hear him talk so professionally after the way he’d spoken to you all cutesy.
“I’m not talking about it anymore today. I’m on vacation,” Leon said before hanging up without a proper ‘goodbye’.
Leon caught you outside when he opened the door.
“Is someone spying?” he asked playfully.
“No, just passing through,” you lied.
“Mhm,” he hummed and shook his head, but your cuteness succeeded in calming him.
“Can I help you feel better?” you asked, grabbing at the fabric of his pants.
He took your little hands into his and kissed each one before saying, “not right now, sweetheart.”
“Why not?” you pouted.
“I’m going to do a lap around the neighborhood to get some of my adrenaline out and then I’ll come back, take a shower, and spend the rest of the day with you.”
You nodded, accompanying him back to his room so he could change into athletic clothing before leaving for a jog. At least you got to watch him change. Unfortunately, he did not put on a very entertaining strip show.
You and Leon hadn’t had sex since he’d gotten home. He was perfect in every single way, more perfect than most men would be if their girlfriend got pregnant unexpectedly - he cooked for you, went out at odd hours to pick up food to satisfy any craving you had, gave you a massage any time you mentioned an ache in your body - except for that kind of ache. You wanted to have sex with him so badly, but he was too worried about you and the baby. You kept reassuring him that as long as he was gentle, nothing bad would happen, but he wouldn’t budge. You’d offered to give him a good-morning blowjob once, but he refused to let you put your knees to the wooden floor. You offered to move to the bed, reminding him that he couldn’t hit your cervix from your throat. His dick wasn’t that big. He wouldn’t accept anything sexual from you, and the frustration was boiling over.
Whatever. Have it your way, Leon.
He came back a half-hour or so later and headed straight for the shower. You were more than a little bit disappointed that you weren’t invited. No sex? No shower? Bullshit.
He had to want you, right? He was by your side constantly so you knew he wasn’t getting his rocks off with some other woman, and you hadn’t caught him jerking off either. At some point, his patience and determination to protect you at all costs would have to fall to his arousal.
You devised a plan the minute you heard the shower running. Step one: make yourself look sexy. Your options were limited, so you ended up just brushing your hair and putting on some lipgloss you found in your purse. You only had so much time. Step two: get naked. That one was incredibly simple. You threw your clothes across the room, missed the hamper - whoops! - and lied back in Leon’s bed. Step three: start touching yourself. You weren’t going to make yourself come, but you needed Leon to find you like this, and see how desperate you were for his help.
Seeing Leon with a towel wrapped around his waist, emerge from the bathroom, reminded you of that one lovely afternoon while he was gone. He smiled at you on his way to the closet to get dressed, but did a double-take and quickly backtracked once he realized what he’d walked into.
“Wow,” he said, utterly speechless at the sight of you.
Leon dropped his towel on the floor, not bothering with the hamper, and approached you on the bed.
“I wanna see you,” he said, urging you to open your legs.
Since you’d gotten pregnant, it became progressively more difficult to shave your downstairs area for a multitude of reasons - you were fatigued, and it was exhausting to stand up in the shower and bend yourself into a pretzel to get the razor at the right angle. Then, you started to get a bit of a bump, and even though it was small, it still hindered your ability to bend over as well and to see past your waist. Though you knew any hair down there was completely clean, you felt insecure knowing that you were getting close to a full 70’s-style bush.
When Leon tried to take your hands away from their resting place, you resisted.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I don’t want you to see it.”
You hadn’t thought this part through. Generally, when you imagined having sex with Leon, you were thinking about his body, more than your own. He was too damn enticing. Unfortunately, if you wanted him to touch you, you’d have to show him the goods.
“Why not?” he asked.
“I haven’t shaved.”
“Okay? And?”
“It’s ugly.”
“I can assure you that you’re wrong.”
“Mm-mm.”
“Fine. Then I guess you’ll just have to finish yourself off here by yourself, won’t you?”
“Leon, wait!”
He turned on his heels and smirked at you.
“It’s just - you already don’t want to fuck me because of the pregnancy and once you see me like this, you’ll probably never wanna fuck me, ever again.”
You knew you were being overdramatic, but you needed to know that he really wanted you. You needed so badly to be needed, especially when Leon was so insistent on being your caretaker.
“First of all, I absolutely want to have sex with you. I just can’t let you get hurt. Second, you clearly don’t know how much I love you, so why don’t you allow me to show you?”
You removed your hands and his smile widened when he finally got a peek. He took the initiative to spread your legs and he didn’t even bother to kiss you on the mouth before he was making his way down to your cunt. You stopped him.
“You gonna let me have a taste of you or not?” he asked, and you sensed a genuine irritation in his voice.
“But I haven’t shaved.”
“And I don’t mind one bit.”
Realistically, you knew that meant it - Leon was the type of man to live and die for pussy - but why not fish for a little more flattery?
“What if you get hair in your mouth?”
“I’ll keep going, happily.”
His mouth hovered just above your clit and he said, “Because this is mine.”
You’d heard of women getting more sensitive during pregnancy, but you didn’t expect it to be anything significant. You were so wrong. Leon’s mouth felt fantastic, like he was touching brand new nerve-endings. Every flick of his tongue had you moaning out his name and tugging at his hair. The moment his lips began to suck on your clit, you came.
You’d never finished that quickly before. Leon was surprised too, but you wouldn’t have known that because you were off somewhere in oblivion, your consciousness ascended to a higher plane of existence. If only scientists could bottle an orgasm and sell it.
After you returned to Earth, Leon was sitting back on his knees, still gazing at you with a smile. You could see the mischief lingering in his eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked.
“What if we tried something new?” he asked.
“I’m listening…”
You noticed his eyes locking in on your breasts, and you had an idea of what he wanted.
“I wish there was a less vulgar word for it, but-”
“You want to titty-fuck me?”
“Can I?”
You couldn’t resist his baby blue eyes when he peeled them away from your breasts to plead you.
“Please,” he begged.
“Okay. Tell me what I need to do.”
It only took one look at Leon’s messy hair and puffy lips to convince you to do whatever he wanted. He deserved it all.
But, he hesitated.
“Have you done it before?” he asked.
“No, but I’ve always wanted to.”
“I assume you’ve fantasized enough to know how it works then?”
His cheeks flushed and he nodded. You couldn’t help but think he looked cute when he was all embarrassed like this, even more so when you looked down and saw precum dripping from his tip.
Leon positioned himself so that his knees were on both sides of your torso. When your little hand wrapped around his dick, it twitched and you struggled not to giggle.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you. I think it’s cute.”
He pressed your tits together, and admired them for a moment, practically salivating over the sight. He scrunched up his face in contemplation before leaning over to the bedside table and grabbing a bottle of lube, which he rubbed over your tits.
“All I need you to do is keep them pushed together. Can you handle that?”
You smiled and did as he asked, earning a, “good girl” from him. He leaned over you and grabbed onto the headboard while he held his dick with the other. The sight made you wet. Unfair, you thought. You couldn’t touch yourself in this position. When you watched his cock glide between your tits, you understood his fixation.
“They’re so perfect,” he said in a sultry voice, “Can’t believe how big they’ve gotten.”
You were a bit insecure initially about how much they’d grown over the course of your pregnancy, and it was frustrating to have to buy new bras. Every shirt that was even moderately low-cut looked much more provocative now, so nothing seemed appropriate to wear out and about during your day-to-day. But now, knowing how much Leon liked it, you felt a lot better about your new cup size.
You didn’t feel embarrassed about coming so fast when you saw the way Leon was already throbbing and you’d just barely started. Well, you weren’t doing much of anything; Leon was the one thrusting rather erratically between your oiled-up tits.
He began to babble as he got closer to the edge, “makes me wanna get you pregnant again, gonna give you so many babies, ah, fuck -”
You leaned your head down and licked the head. It was just the tip of your tongue, but it made Leon’s eyes roll back. With a spew of curses, he came in thick white ropes all over your chest, your chin, even managed to get a bit on your face. It was actually quite impressive if you looked at it from a more analytical standpoint. But mostly it was just sexy, as were most things that Leon did.
His eyes were wide when he saw your cum-covered self before he collapsed beside you. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he’d fainted by the way he let himself fall down onto the bed.
With his eyes closed, he said, “Gimme a sec to catch my breath and I’ll clean you up”.
“It seems like you enjoyed yourself.”
“I think that might’ve been the best moment of my life.”
You laughed, “Really?”
“No, I think the first time you told me you loved me was the best, but this is up there.”
“Aw. You’re corny and horny,” you teased, leaning over and kissing him on the nose.
“I think you showing me the ultrasound was one of the best too.”
“You have no idea how happy that makes me. I was so worried you’d leave me or at least be upset.”
“Besides you, I think this little one is already my favorite person, and we haven’t even met yet.”
He gave you a kiss on the belly and whispered, “daddy loves you.”
“What about me?”
“Daddy loves you, too,” he said and gave you a kiss on the forehead.
At your 16 week appointment you were able to find out the sex of the baby. This was not your first time at this office, but somehow there was always one more thing you had to sign or one more card they had to swipe, so you were up at the counter talking to the receptionist while Leon took a seat in the waiting room.
Another woman, who was much further along than you were, was sitting next to him, trying to reach her purse that was next to her chair, but she was struggling to bend over. Leon noticed and offered to help.
“Excuse me, ma’am, I can get it, if you’d like.”
“Thank you,” she said as he handed her the bag, “I assume you’re here with someone else?”
“Yes, it’s her 16 week appointment.” Leon gestured to you with his head to indicate who you were.
“Aw, that’s awesome. Is that your daughter?”
“Well, we don’t know the gender yet. We should find out today, hopefully, but yeah, son or daughter.”
“ Oh . Okay.” The woman looked mortified, realizing her mistake, though Leon hadn’t noticed what she’d meant yet.
“Did I say something wrong?” He asked.
“No, I misunderstood. I didn’t realize you were the father of the baby.”
“Who else would I be?”
“I thought you were her father.”
“ Her father? Do I look that old?”
You walked over with your completed forms and sat next to Leon, smiling politely at the woman sitting next to him. You had no idea about their interaction until Leon told you later. You assured him that he did not look old enough to be your father.
You’d met the staff before, but Leon hadn’t yet, so when they called your name and Leon got up with you, the nurse looked confused to see such a young-looking woman with a man in his 40s, but she didn’t say anything about it.
You were given an ultrasound, but this time Leon was the one holding your hand as you looked at the monitor.
“Whoa, is that the baby?” you pointed at a little blob on the screen.
“Yep,” the ultrasound tech confirmed, “That’s the little one.”
“Do we get to know the gender today?” you asked excitedly.
Leon gave your hand a gentle squeeze when he saw your happy face.
“Mm-hmm. I’ll go get the doctor and have her tell you.”
The nurse left you both alone in the room together for a moment.
“What do you want it to be?” you asked Leon.
“I don’t care either way as long as the baby is happy and healthy, then I’m happy.”
“That’s what everyone says.”
“I mean it. How about you? Do you have a preference?”
“No, I just want the baby to be healthy, too.”
The doctor walked in with the results in hand.
“Do either of you have any guesses?”
“I think it’s a girl,” Leon said.
“I think it’s a boy,” you said.
“It’s a girl,” the doctor said.
“Told you so,” Leon said, and you didn’t bother giving him a snarky remark because you were overjoyed imagining your baby girl. You hugged him as you began to tear up.
You didn’t have a gender reveal party like all those ‘perfect’ couples on social media did, but that moment in the doctor’s office, holding Leon’s hand was just as good, if not better. Those other girls, rich, popular, with flashy rings on their fingers and a whole flock of friends and family, would never be as lucky as you. Because you had Leon. You almost pitied them.
Coming up with baby names was harder than you’d thought it would be. You had a list when you were younger, but that had long since disappeared. They’d probably sound silly to you as an adult anyway. You chose to wait until you knew the gender of the baby in an effort to make things a bit easier, but it didn’t seem to do much for you. You were scrolling through lists of names on the internet, listing them off to Leon while he gave some in return.
“How about Ava?” you suggested.
“Sounds like Ada,” Leon said.
“Faith?”
“We’re not religious.”
“So, I’m guessing Grace is out of the question, too?”
“Could be a middle name.”
“We need a first name, Leon.”
“Okay. How about Lily?”
“Lily Kennedy? I don’t like the way it rhymes.”
“You’re impossible. ”
“This is an important decision. We’re choosing the name she’ll have for the rest of her life.”
“How about Candice?”
“No, she’ll get that stupid dick joke her whole life.”
“Dick joke?” “You know, ‘can dis dick fit in your mouth’?”
Leon laughed so hard that he got teary eyed.
“It’s not that funny!”
“Okay, fine. What about Alexa?”
Before you could reject it, you heard, “ I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that, ” coming from the kitchen. You gave Leon a look of amusement.
“Nevermind,” he said.
“ Okay ,” the robotic female voice responded.
“I’m not talking to you!” Leon shouted at her, making you laugh. He was such an old man.
“How about instead of yelling at her, go turn her off,” you suggested.
“Sorry, I’m not very good at turning women off. I tend to turn them on.”
“You’re so stupid.” You playfully smacked him on the arm, pretending not to laugh at his joke.
“God, this is so hard,” you groaned, leaning back into the couch.
“Hey, babe?”
“Do not say ‘you know what else is hard?’” You mocked his voice.
“I was not going to say that,” he said, but he was a terrible liar. He got this sheepish look on his face whenever he tried.
“Yes, you were.”
“You’re no fun,” he pouted.
“I’ll be fun if you can be helpful.”
Leon’s phone vibrated in his pocket. It was funny to watch him struggle to operate a smartphone. He’d resisted getting one until his flip phone finally gave out.
After reading the text he’d received, Leon said, “I forgot. I told Hunnigan I’d turn in Matilda.”
“Matilda! What about Matilda?”
“My gun?”
“For a name. Matilda Kennedy? It’s cute right? We could call her
Tilly or Millie or May.”
He thought for a moment.
“I can’t deny that there is something poetic about it, bringing a life into this world and getting rid of the thing that I used to kill people…”
He trailed off, feeling guilty. It was obvious to you that Leon had to kill to survive in life or death scenarios, but the fact had always remained unspoken.
“I hate thinking about that,” he said, much quieter now.
“Don’t think of it like that. You didn’t kill people, you killed zombies . To save actual, living people.” You took his chin in your hand and tilted his face towards yours, making him look you in the eye when you reminded him of the most important thing, “You saved yourself.”
You watched a tear drip down his cheek. When you wiped it away, he took your hand and kissed it.
“Up until you came into my life, I was living for others - for the people I couldn’t save, for the people I might be able to save. I was living because I felt guilty. I was living out of some duty to others, not because I actually wanted to be here.”
You tried not to cry, but you failed miserably when Leon said, “Now, I’m alive because I love you, and I want to be with you.”
You probably would’ve cried regardless, but the hormonal changes of pregnancy made you ugly cry. You were wiping snot on your sleeve, knowing that the whole box of tissues would be gone in a second if you bothered to go and get them.
Leon kissed your wet cheeks and then leaned down and kissed your belly. “Most of all, I’m excited that I get to live to meet the much cuter Matilda.”
“So that’s what we’re calling her?” You asked excitedly.
“Yeah, I think it’s perfect, since I’ll need a new sidekick to carry around now that the other Matilda is going away.”
“She’s gonna be your sidekick? What if she’s a mommy’s girl?”
“Nah, she’ll be a daddy’s girl.”
“And I wouldn’t blame her if she was, you are a good daddy.”
“Is someone trying to get daddy’s attention?” Leon looked back up at you with a grin.
You tried to hide your puffy eyes and red nose, but he pulled your hands away from your face.
“Don’t hide your cute face from me,” he said. He captured your mouth in a kiss with his hands gently placed on your sides. He was so gentle with you, spending the rest of the day cuddling with you on the couch, watching movies and talking about little Matilda. Your little girl was already stealing Leon's attention. You were almost jealous, but you imagined him holding her and just the thought was undeniably cute. She could have all of daddy's attention tonight because you'd get Leon tomorrow.
The next morning you woke up with Leon pressed up against your back. You could feel his cock hard against your ass. He was sleeping, though. Would it be wrong if you just touched him? You decided it was too far to reach your hands into his sweatpants, but figured he wouldn’t be mad if you just placed your hand over the fabric. He gripped your wrist and it startled you, you were horrified, thinking he was pissed at you for touching him, but he held your hand there, brought it closer.
“Leon?” you whispered, unsure if he was awake or not, but he didn’t respond.
Your tiny wrist was engulfed by his large hand and you couldn’t get out of his grasp, so you played by his rules and touched him the way his sleepy-self wanted you to. You’d barely done anything when you heard a groan escape his lips. Was he really asleep? “Leon?” you said a bit louder now.
“Mmm, yeah, babe?” he mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Are you awake?” He nodded slightly and murmured what sounded like a ‘yes’.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Uh-huh,” he said, clearer, eyes fluttering open.
“Then let go of my wrist.”
He let go and allowed his arm to dangle over you lazily, but you pushed him onto his back so you could get a better angle. Maybe Leon’s brain was fuzzy, but his cock was fully alert that morning. He opened his eyes to find your lips wrapped around the tip of his dick. As usual, Leon wouldn’t let you be the caretaker, so he took charge, peeling you off him - earning a hum of disatisfaction from you - and rolling you onto your side, so that he was spooning you again. You assumed he was going to try to cuddle you back to sleep, but much to your delight, his hands found their way to your panties, snatching them from your body and tossing them across the room. You were left in nothing but one of his old t-shirts, and as one might suspect, Leon’s hands traveled up under the fabric in search of your tits - which weren’t hard to find these days.
He moaned into the back of your neck while he played with them. It was too bad that Leon only had two hands because he had to forego one breast in order to rub your clit. That was a short lived experience because once he realized you were wet enough for him, he had his dick lined up at your entrance.
“Please,” he mumbled, as if there was a chance in hell you’d say no.
“Please,” you echoed.
Leon tried to be gentle, you could tell he was really trying, but god it was hard - he was hard. Which was surprising considering the impressive facial he’d given you the day before. It probably made him more aroused, now that he had an accurate picture in his mind of his cock between your tits. He’d never get over it. Leon was a good man, but he was still a man.
Leon’s hands were groping your tits again as he fucked you from behind, meaning that you had to do yourself the favor of playing with your clit. It was a small price to pay, and in fact, it was hot to see Leon act so unabashedly selfish that morning. His composure was spent on not knocking too hard at your cervix, so he’d given up on trying to hold back any of his moans. He was usually such a talker during sex, it didn't matter whether it was praise or something naughty, he said more words during sex sometimes than he did at the dinner table. But that morning, few words slipped past his lips, only moans, angelic and lewd all at once.
“ I love you ,” he said when he came because he was a perv and a sap.
You’d said something closer to ‘ Oh fuck, daddy! ’, which you hoped relayed the same message.
You made sure to tell him later, seconds before falling back asleep, “by the way, I love you, too.”
“I know, but I love you more.”
You wanted to argue, but you silently agreed to a truce when your sleepy minds decided to get an extra hour or two of shut eye. You’d gotten a full night's rest, but it was Leon’s vacation, and the DSO was going to have to snatch him out of your arms if they wanted him that badly.
Because Leon S. Kennedy was yours.
#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon s kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#fics#miss oranje fics
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hi bby! saw ur reqs are open and ur inbox in empty!! so lemme get main three with a makeup gf who wants to do their makeup/skincare :3
AAAA OMG ITS BAE !!! HII BABE ABSOLUTELY YOU ANGEL !!
Doing Makeup on the Main 3
stan;
- okay, you know that episode where stan has a band and he plays a song abt him hating living on a farm?
- if you get it you get it
- you unironically already do his makeup for him
- but not full face though
- you help him with eyeliner on his under eyes
- i can see you bringing up the subject
- one day you were hanging in your room
- stan resting his head on your lap as you play with his hair silently
- eventually you got bored.
“stannnn can i do your makeup?”
“..why? im not performing anytime soon.”
“please..?”
“..fine”
- okay some headcannons time
- you do his makeup on his lap
- you’re doing concealer and he’s rambling to you about a fight with his dad.
- actually kinda stress relieving to him.
- i can see him as a cautious boyfriend when you do his foundation.
“ah- not the eyes..”
“careful.. the beanie..”
- also will slightly regret it..
“this is so gay.. you’re lucky i love you.”
- he doesn’t want to admit that he loves it.
- after you’ve cooked you show him and he gives you a ‘good job’ nod and kisses your forehead.
“..okay get this off me.”
kyle ;
- hear me out, kyles always had a fascination with makeup.
- i can see kyle watching his mom do her makeup and just being so interested.
- naturally, he was curious to see what he would look like with makeup.
- one day he was over at your house, you guys had a date planned in a few hours and you were doing your makeup
- kyle being kyle he watched, noticing how you grew more and more frustrated with your eyeliner.
- wiping it off with a q-tip aggressively.
- he continued watching as he thought to himself
- ‘if only she had someone to practice on..”
- he turned out to be the perfect person.
- he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheeks.
“do you wanna practice on me, love?”
“wait.. really?”
- the way your eyes light up, it made him want to ask that question all the time just to see your reaction again and again.
- while you’re doing his makeup he’ll ask you questions.
“soo is this.. blush..?”
“no baby this is concealer”
“oh.. what does that do?”
- he actually was interested and learnt a lot from you
“so now we’re going to use some setting spray.”
“oh i think my mom uses that!”
- off topic but he definitely remembers your shade and buys you makeup pallets and new products.
kenny;
- okay. okay. LET ME COOK.
- so as a juggalo myself, juggalos have events called ‘gathering of the juggalos’
- kenny and you were conveniently going to this event.
- as an icp fan its important to have the iconic black and white clown makeup!
- although you and your boyfriend were over at your house getting ready.
- when you saw kenny using bad drugstore makeup to do his clown face.
“uh.. ken?”
“yea hun?”
“do you want me to do that for you?”
“sure darl’”
- you had to scrub that shit off his face but it was so worth it.
- in the middle of you doing the white foundation you had just done prior on his face he’ll lean in a kiss you
“kennn!! no kisses”
“sorry doll, can’t help it.”
- the most laidback of all the boys
- will randomly kiss you all over
- but he doesn’t stay still when you’re doing the clown features in black.
- after your done cooking, you show him in the mirror.
- he does some silly poses, making you laugh and kisses your forehead.
“i love it my little juggalette”
“i love you to my juggalo”
reqs are open !! also i cooked wtf??
#kyle broflovski x reader#south park x reader#southpark#southparkheadcannons#southparkimagines#stan marsh x y/n#eric cartman#eric cartman x reader#kenny mccormick#kenny mccormick x reader
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I had caught her.
This was the third time she had shown up this month and this time, I didn’t have to wait for nearly an hour after I had closed up shop for her to finally show up. This time she appeared as if she were ready for a date. She adorned a nice dress that showed off all of her curves (especially her gargantuan belly that hung below her hips), she wore makeup for the first time, and her hair shined like a new car outside of its usual hastily-tied bun. Usually, I took the extra time to get cleaned up and change out of my chef’s uniform; I was covered in fruit preserves and my arms felt a little sticky. This time, however, I didn’t want to take my eyes off the beautiful enchantress before me. It was as if her planetary body came with a gravitational pull that had trapped my gaze.
“You got the goods?” she asked with more assertiveness than usual.
Her beautiful, dark eyes looked at me with intense hunger; it was equal parts arousing and terrifying.
“You’re making this sound like a drug deal,” I chuckled.
“C’mon, I’m hungry,” she pleaded, my joke falling flat on its face.
“Alright, relax, I’ve still got you,” I said.
I already had exactly what she wanted; I had stashed all of the leftover pies by the rear door in anticipation of her arrival. I reached for the brown bags each containing four whole unsold pies and handed them to her.
“Got any more?” she asked.
“Really?” I asked, amazed by her gluttony; eight pies is a lot. “You want more?”
“They’re good!” she replied, blushing ever so slightly. “I mean- really good. You knocked these out of the park!”
Then it was my turn to blush; compliments for my cooking or baking are my heart’s kryptonite.
“Thank you,” I replied. “But I’m not sure if you can carry any more without dropping or crushing one.”
“How about I just ate one?” she suggested. “Before you threw the rest away.”
“Right here?” I asked, turning around and scanning the interior of the restaurant. “I don’t know, The Boss is strict about giving away food and I don’t want you on the security camera.”
I then pointed to the camera right above the back doorway.
“We’re lucky this one doesn’t work right or else I wouldn’t be able to sneak anything to you.”
“Th-that's okay, I’ll sit right here,” she replied matter-of-factly as she waddled a few steps forward and plopped her huge, round ass onto the floorboards of the rear porch. The wood creaked loudly and her fat spread out across the surface like thick pancake batter poured on the griddle. She then reached into one of the bags and grabbed a blueberry pie sitting on top of the surface along with a plastic fork.
I stared at her, unable to take my eyes off of her quivering rolls that jiggled as she rocked back and forth trying to get comfortable on the hardwood surface. As she finally stopped and her fat jiggled and quivered for a few more seconds, she turned her head and looked up at me.
“What?” she said as if taking a fork and eating an entire pie was a completely normal thing to do. “I’m hungry, I’ve barely eaten anything today. I’ve had, like, a half-pounder at Fudruckers and some Chipotle today but that was it.”
“Oh nothing, there’s no problem,” I said nonchalantly. “Lemme finish cleaning before I get the rest and lock up shop.”
I turned around and finished cleaning the kitchen for the day, I snuck a few glances at the beautiful woman happily gorging away at the pie I made like a greedy pig, shoving massive forkfuls of fatty, sugary, blueberry goodness into her mouth, her arms quivering with each forkful. I could just barely hear her humming happily as she ate over the sounds of the sink and clanking pans. As I wiped down the sink, I could see her throw the now-empty pie container aside and get started on a new pie, this time a special cognac and peach pie I won a baking competition with. As she got her fill, I could see her adjusting her dress as her belly swelled with the delicious dessert. She rubbed her corpulent tummy and let out a small burp as she put away the now-half-eaten peach pie and tossed it next to the blueberry pie dish.
I fought to hide my arousal as I grabbed two more pies and handed them to her.
“Thank you- urg,” she groaned as she rose to her feet slowly, weighed down by what must have been a quarter-ton of fat plus one and a half pies. “Oh that was so good, holy shit, these are really the best pies ever.”
“Thank you,” I replied, feeling a rush of giddy warmth flow through me. “You know, I may be a baker but I’m a damn good chef too. How does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound?”
“Yeah that sounds amazing,” she replied rushedly as if her gargantuan stomach made that decision for her before she could think about it.
“Excellent, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I replied happily.
She grabbed the pie-filled bags and waddled back to her car, her belly looking the roundest I had ever seen her. She stopped once and set down a bag to adjust her dress one more time as it rode up her fat-laden thighs before picking it back up, waddling to her car, struggling to fit her gut behind the wheel, and driving away.
I took a deep breath, knowing that I had won. I had caught her like the whale she was.
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600w, reader cuts their finger, one mention of blood dripping against the cutting board, inspired by how every time I chop anything I think about how Bakugou would murder me for how I hold things
“Hold you fingers right or I swear I’ll fly home right fucking now.”
Your boyfriend’s voice sounds over the phone as you continue to chop vegetables on the cutting board. With his eyebrows pinched together as he watches you through the phone screen, Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of the blade of your knife coming entirely too close to your fingertips.
Sent on a mission out of town, the two of you had been FaceTiming every night for the past couple of days. With time zones, your boyfriend settles into bed around the time you start making dinner for yourself. It had been the perfect arrangement until he had to watch you wield a knife.
“You promise?” You tease, staring up at his worried face through the glow of your cellphone screen as you continue to chop up cabbage.
“You’re gonna cut yourself. I’m hanging up.” Katsuki says, voice stiff as he watches you.
“No you’re not.” You don’t stop chopping. Of course he’s not. He has to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.
“Move your fucking hand.”
“Oh my god, it’s fine, baby. I’m being careful.” You finally pause to look up at him. He’s moved to sit up in the hotel bed that he was previously lying against. His shoulders are tense and his lips are pursed. It makes you giggle.
“You’re very clearly not.” He clicks his tongue.
“I’m getting it done, aren’t I?” You speak, going back to the task at hand. He sighs over the phone.
“I’m serious.” You’re going to kill him. All he can do is sit and watch and wait for the inevitable. You mock him, stubbornly holding your hand in the way he’s told you time and time again not to.
“Ooh he’s serious—ow!” The blade of the knife comes down on the tip of your middle finger, a small gash opens and a drop of blood falls against your cutting board. You may have ruined dinner. You hear Katsuki curse.
“I fucking told you. Let me see.” He commands, sticking his face much closer to his phone than before.
“It’s fine! I’m fine!” You tell him, bringing your finger to your mouth and sucking on the open wound. Your boyfriends eyes widen at the action, running a hand through his hair.
“Fuck! I’m coming home!” He moves to get out of the bed, watching you through the screen. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you move to the sink on the other side of the counter. You’re at least washing the gash instead of getting the germs from your mouth all over it.
“Katsuki, it’s just a tiny cut!” You tell him over the sound of the water. He groans.
“No more cooking. I’m sending u money to order out. I’ve shown u so many times how to hold your hand when you’re chopping—“ He switches from to an app on his phone to send you money, transferring enough so that you can have dinner (and dessert for that matter) the whole rest of the week. “god, lemme see it.”
“Stop! Im okay! Im putting a bandaid on.” He watches you walk out of frame, likely looking for the band aid’s in the first aid kit in the bathroom. When you return, you’ve wrapped a patterned bandaid covered in stars around the tip of your finger, showing it off to him in the form of flipping him off. He rolls his eyes.
“My fucking stomach hurts. You stress me out.” He tells you, falling back into the bed and holding the phone above him.
“Katsuki.” He hears your voice over the phone. He moves his eyes to look at your face on the screen. You’re a little sweaty from the heat of the kitchen, and he can tell you’re tired from the day you’ve had. His face softens.
“What.” He speaks softly.
“I love you.” You smile.
“Love you too.” He says, “even though you can’t use a knife correctly.”
#this is NOT good#ummmmmm idk I have like a thousand drabbles in my notes rn#get it OUT of there!!!!!#going through it#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha x reader#tw blood#ghost.drabble#ghost.writes
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HEAR HEAR!!! LMK S5 SPOILERS!
i, as an individual human being with free speech, have just finished the fifth season of monkie kid, thus i have THOUGHTS that must be shared.
OK BUT TO QUICKLY ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT PEOPLE HAVE BEEN WORRYING ABOUT FOR THE LONGEST TIME- THE ANIMATION.
it's... ok!
if anything, I GOTTA SAY, they are doing they're best! and it shows!
like okay, ofc the older seasons get better animation but like bro YOU GOTTA GIVE IT TO THIS ANIMATION STUDIO for sOmEwhAt keeping up with the animation!
One of the things I noticed is how they actually improve aimating the characters throughout the episodes, and that's pretty epic!
NOW, i wanna address the writing of s5!
It takes a moment of pondering and such for me to cooperate my thoughts into a neat paragraph of words but ALRIGHT-
The concept IS GREAT. The execution??? eh.
the first half of the show was OK, nothing more, nothing less.
the SECOND HALF of the show, now, they were cooking some really epic scenes, interesting concepts, damn good character interactions that *COULD'VE*, i say, COULD'VE been good, IF ONLY THE PACING was better.
here are some random nitpicks i have:
goofy ahh medusa monkie kid oc villian reveal was underwhelming, bruh- NOW HE'S COOL AND ALL, bro's got the sassiest voice ever oh fOR REAL THOUGH, BUT maaaannnn, he def could've used WAY MORE BUILDUP in the first five episodes of the season
that one samadhi fire episode with red son and mei was unneccesary, i think it exists just for dragonfruit content but in term's of shipping, the interactions between mei and red son weren't even that fluffy or romantic. :(
there are quite a few loopholes and, like, exxagerated moments that could've been fixed if the writers just paid more attention to, like ehhhhhh, u'll see moments here and now where the characters are kinda dumb for not doing this or that, etc
the writing and climaxes in past seasons were DEFINETLY better than season six, but okay lemme just say tho, maybe im coping real hard but HEAR ME OUT !!!
SEASON FIVE IS GOOD ENOUGH.
Ya'll shouldn't ghost this season just because the animation looks worse.
This is kinda like a Monkie Kid S1 situation, in which the show was still finding it's animation groove and the story was still in it's early cooking stages but LOOK AT WHERE S1 GOT US (psst psst s2-s4 were FIRE.)
IN MY HUMBLE OPINION,
i believe that the story buildup for the upcoming sEASON SIX of monkie kid will be fricking epic.
ah aH AH- NOT TO MENTION that the animators will inevitably improve, too!
I SAY, GUYS, instead of dumping this show and roasting it for it's so-so season 5, i say we support the team and the show! Let's show the cast and crew that monkie kid is WORTH investing the time into making better! BECAUSE MONKIE KID IS A GREAT ANIMATED SHOW.
AND LIKE GUYS i haven't even mentioned the silly little stuff i like about this show!
(those will be for future rants fr)
NEVERTHELESS. i've stated my case. please spread the word that SEASON FIVE OF MONKIE KID SHOULD BE WATCHED.
and i thank you.
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Home with you:
Authors note: I wrote this so much faster than I thought I would. Anyway, just a cute lil drabble based off a Mamma Mia theme bc I just re watched it and forgot how good it was.
Parings- Jensen Ackles x Fem!reader
Word Count- 769
Warnings- Mentions of drinking, nothing else, pure fluff.
“So, when you're near me, darling, can't you hear me? S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S.”
I sang as I moved around the kitchen, swaying my hips to the music and occasionally stirring the soup I had cooking on the stove. I heard a key turn in the lock and turned to see my boyfriend walk into the house, dropping his bags in the hall before coming to give me a hug. I giggled as he held me tight in his warm embrace.
“Oh, Jensen. I've missed you so much,” I said to him when he finally let go. “I missed you too, sweetheart,” he responded, leaving a soft kiss on my lips. “How was Louisiana?” I asked, interested in how the filming went. “Not bad. We did have to put filming off for a day because of storm warnings, and our scenes for the day were supposed to be outside.”
“Oh, that's too bad,” I responded. “I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower real quick, okay? I'll be back in 10,” Jensen said before leaving a kiss on my cheek and heading upstairs, carrying his bags with him. A couple of minutes later, I had set the table, plated up the soup with bread on the side, and Jensen was coming down the stairs in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Gosh, he looked handsome.
“What's for dinner, sweetheart?” he asked as he got himself a beer from the fridge. “Tomato soup with bread. I don't think beer goes very well with it,” I stated, eyeing him.
“Fine then, I'll have the beer later.” He put up his hands in defeat and I giggled. We talked over dinner about filming, The Boys, and what I did over the 3 weeks that he was away.
“Well, I drove out to Austin to catch up with Maya.” “Oh, really? When was the last time you saw her? Hasn't it been since Gen's baby shower?” Jensen asked, surprised that I had brought her up.
“Yeah, since Odette. I just wanted to hang out with her a little. I stayed over for a couple of nights and we went hiking and shopping. It was fun,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, facing Jensen while he sat at the table sipping his beer. “I'll pack up the dishes. You go have a shower, love,” he announced.
I stepped out of the shower, the fluffy towel feeling soft on my skin. I dressed in my silky blue pjs and dried my hair. When I walked down the stairs to greet Jensen, I saw there was a box on the counter.
“Ooh, what's this?” I asked curiously.
“I ordered some donuts so that we could have a movie night,” Jensen stated from the far side of the kitchen, preparing a big bowl of popcorn.
“I'll grab the drinks and choose the movie!” I yelled as I raced to the fridge to get him a can of soda and myself some wine so I could pour a glass.
“Whatever you please, my love,” Jensen whispered under his breath.“What movie are we watching tonight?” asked Jensen as he entered our bedroom with the popcorn and donuts in hand. He had already changed into his pjs and was looking sexier than ever.
“I have chosen an absolute classic, a personal favorite of mine, and most teenage girls.”
“Oh gosh. Lemme guess: She's the Man or 10 Things I Hate About You?” Jensen questioned.
“No! Although either of those would've been a good option. I have chosen to go with a more musical one. We are watching Mamma Mia!” I announced excitedly.
“OK, I'll pre-warn myself about the crazy singing,” Jensen laughed as he leaned in to kiss my lips.
“I'm just kidding, love. Sing as loud and as crazy as you want. I love your singing,” he whispered in my ear, making me smile.
Together, we belted out every word to "Mamma Mia", danced to "Dancing Queen," and drank a lot of wine. By the end of the movie, I was too dizzy to even walk downstairs, so Jensen took the empty box and bowl to the kitchen, and I went to brush my teeth. I lay in bed, suddenly feeling the bed shift over from Jensen's weight. I turned over to kiss him. “I forgot to tell you earlier, welcome home, babe,” I said before giving him another passionate kiss.
“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?”
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Poundcake.
✰ pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x black!fem!reader
✰ warnings: none! fluff with a liddol bit of suggestive content. reader cooks soul food (no debate)
✰ a/n: this was soooooo yummy to write! I hope I can write more ghost in the future I love this man.
There was a click of the knob at the door. “He’s home, you thought, eyes coming away from the TV as you stood behind the stove.
Hearing the door perch open, you hear his heavy boots stepping into the house as the smell of pound cake infiltrates his nose.
“I'm guessing my princess is in the kitchen, right?”
“Hi, baby!!!” You greeted him gleefully before shuffling your feet towards him and hugging him. Firm arms wrapped around your thick waist, crushing you slightly.
“I missed you around here,” you told him, pouting as he gave you a light pat on your head.
“I missed ya too, sweetheart. Food smells divine,” he compliments
You blush a little as you give a little thanks, telling him you’d been cooking all day for him, waiting for him to get back
It was something you started to do for him about a year into actually living with each other, and now that you were engaged, it became a habit
“Well, I'm going to make me a plate-“ he started
Your face scrunched up in disgust. He knows you make him shower before he can eat.
“Simon…. I dont know why you come up in this house acting brand new. You know to get in the shower before you sit at the table,” you responded with attitude, popping your hip out.
“But sweetheart-“ he began
“But sweetheart, nothing. Get cleaned up and put your clothes in the laundry room. Your plate will be ready when you come downstairs.”
Huffing like a child, he took his bag and lugged himself up the stairs to get into his house clothes.
As you watched him go up the stairs, you quickly turned your attention back to the oven, opening it to take the cake out to let it cool.
While he showered, you set the tray tables and queued the TV to another episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta.
About a good hour later, you turned your head to the heavy footsteps that came down the stairs to meet you in the living room.
You watched as his shirt clung to his body, showcasing his physique. To you, he looked a little more...fluffy than usual. You noticed in his abdominal area he was losing some defintation. Which you found cute and a little sexy, knowing he could still probably fold you into a pretzel while fucking you.
"What do you want on your plate, big boy?" you asked playfully, a smile gracing your face.
His cheeks were turning pink as he told you he was okay to make his own plate.
"Si, you've been gone for four months. What makes you think I'm not going to make your first plate back?" you said, standing up and going to meet him where he was at
"tell me what you want," you said, looking up at him so innocently
What he wanted was to take you upstairs and have his face in your cunt till the sun rose until he heard his stomach growling.
"A little bit of everything is fine, princess," he told you, hands moving down your waist, effectively cupping your ass with his big hands.
Rolling your eyes, you pulled away from him, going to the kitchen to make you and his plate.
Coming into the living room with the warm, fragrant food, you sat it before him as he drooled over it.
"lemme get you something to drink, ok," you said before scurrying to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water and a pop.
Seeing that he had already started eating his food, you giggled as you watched him stuff his face full.
"Is it good?" you joked, plopping down next to him and giving him his drink.
"Spectacular," he managed to get out before taking another bite
Pressing play on the TV, the two of you watched Real Housewives as y'all ate. Once Simon was finished, he sat back on the couch, rubbing his stomach in content
"You're gonna make me fat with all this good cookin', princess." he laughed
"Good!" you smiled at him
Seeing his eyes get heavy, you knew the food was sitting in, and he was getting the itis.
"You want a piece of pound cake, big boy?" you asked, rubbing a hand up and down his arm.
"No, thank you, sweetheart." he simply stated before cuddling you on the couch. "Thank you for the food, my love. I'm happy to be home."
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#call of duty fanfic#simon ghost x you#simon ghost riley x black reader#video game x reader#video game fanfic#call of duty x y/n#call of duty x reader
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a/n: oddly specific prompt as it's based on recent experiences lol lemme indulge (also lowkey a mess but whatever HAHA) warning: some profanity
comforting you after a breakup (and you getting sick in the process)
featuring: Kunikida, Akutagawa x GN!Reader
Kunikida Doppo
He'd drop by your place more often that he should. But it's not that it was uncalled for (although of course he was worried that he was overstepping boundaries). In fact, you were always grateful for his help.
"How are you feeling?"
"A bit better," you'd reply with a weak smile. It was always like this every visit and for every other visit to come. He'd bring you some food, sometimes those which he cooked himself, your favorite snacks, and whatever it is you requested from his previous visit.
While you were glad you had a friend around to brighten up the place in your darkest moments, sometimes the guilt would get to you. Wasn't he spoiling you a bit too much?
Perhaps he was, but to him, this was hardly anything at all. Yes, he was doing it for you, but he was also doing all of these things to ease his own guilt and pain from seeing you like this.
He promised he would always be there for you. It shouldn't have been hard, given how loyal of a friend he was (and given how deeply he had fallen for you) , yet he'd failed at looking out for you when you needed him most.
Maybe if he'd acted sooner, you wouldn't have fallen for that bastard. Maybe if he'd tried a little harder, you wouldn't have to sacrifice so much for a man who would never have done the same for you. Maybe if he'd had been more honest, you would've realized that you were loved - so greatly loved, really - even if that came from a person so unworthy such as himself.
The moment he found out your bouts of illness weren't just unlucky coincidences was the moment everything crashed down for him. There was nothing more painful for him than seeing you in pain, whether it be emotionally or physically. That's why he couldn't take it anymore when everything started going downhill for your health and your relationship.
He's glad that at least the initiative to break up with that scoundrel came from you. However, the temptation to strangle him if Kunikida ever bumped into him always lingered in his mind. Perhaps it was fate that spared both of them the headache; he never ran into him since you two broke up.
How could your ex waste your love and affection like that? Why did he leave you hanging in the air when you needed him most? Why did you have to fall for him anyway?
Of course he didn't want to think of himself as being the better choice as he also has his own weaknesses and issues to work out, but at least Kunikida knew he'd never let you second-guess or tire yourself to death.
He'd never force you to fit his ideal because he's learned to love you for the person you are.
"Thanks so much for all this."
Your smiles alone made all his worries vanish into thin air. Didn't you notice how much brighter they are now? It's the only reward he could ever ask for, even if sooner or later those very smiles would be reserved for someone else.
"I'll come again tomorrow. Just let me know if you need anything."
"Nah, it's fine. Your presence is more than enough."
Words couldn't encapsulate the joy he felt from hearing that. If only he could return those same words with the same level of honesty...
"Aww, he's happy to hear that."
W-was it really that obvious? Then did you also notice-
"Okay, okay I'll stop teasing you. You should go home now, it's late."
"I'll be fine. You should be fine too. Don't forget your meds. Also you can heat up the-"
"Yes, yes, I got it. Don't worry about me too much. I think you should be worrying about Dazai-san's latest case instead-"
Ah, right. Sometimes he wished that his partner would at least spare him half the trouble so that he could visit you more often...
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke
He couldn't understand anything of what was happening to you, and to some extent, to himself as well.
He was aware he had no idea nor any intention as to knowing what "love," let alone being in a relationship meant. So when he learned that you had been dating someone else, he had been largely unaffected.
Well, at least that was what he said. It was obvious to anyone close to him that he was, in fact, extremely affected. The mere mention of your name was enough to shake him and sometimes even sour his mood.
But if this so-called "love" was the reason your smiles seemed to be brighter, then he had no right to feel the way he did.
As time passed, he distanced himself from the very thought of you. There was no point in dwelling on something that causes you pain, he claimed. Sure, sometimes you'd bump into each other and he'd feel lighter when you greet each other, and maybe he'd look out for you during missions as he always did, but they were just out of duty as your superior.
Yet the moment he found you one night crying in the middle of the rain, his resolution had been all but forgotten.
He used Rashoumon as an umbrella for the both of you before (awkwardly) asking what had happened. You suddenly hugged him tightly, despite being drenched from the rain, and continued to sob into his shirt.
"I guess he has no place for someone weak like me," you barely managed to say.
That statement puzzled him. You? But you were one of the most capable members the mafia, not just in terms of power and agility, but also in intelligence and strength of character.
It was not until he finally brought you to the hospital (because of course you got a fever from crying in the rain, dumbass) that everything was made clear.
You were diagnosed with a rare disease that had no treatment. Turns out you found a few days ago and were about to tell your partner that night, until he left you (literally) stranded in the middle of the rain for no good reason. He must have been tired of dealing with your symptoms - that was your conclusion.
"And still you refused to seek shelter like the idiot that you are," he said with great annoyance, but with no harshness in his tone. He could understand where you're coming from, of course, but compromising your health as if you were seeking death over something like that irritated him.
But what angered him more was your ex's (he supposed he was already your ex) behavior. To someone like Akutagawa who didn't even claim to truly know what "love" meant, it was disgusting to see someone abandon their lover like that. Worst part was that had to be you.
You having an illness, terminal or not, was not an excuse. If anything, that should have made him more determined to be by your side until the very end, right?
He hadn't realized you had already drifted to sleep. Despite your pale and reddened face and your puffy tear-streaked eyes, seeing you at peace for even just a moment brought him some peace of mind as well.
He was caught in a flurry of thoughts, ranging from wanting to choke your ex to coming to terms with the idea that he himself had fallen in love with you, and even to wishing that he could take your illness instead.
None of those really mattered right now, at least. The one thing that was clear was that you had to recover quickly and fully. If that meant he had to distance himself even further, then so be it. But if him being around would help in any way at all, then he'd swear to never leave your side and nothing - I mean nothing - can deter him from that.
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Issa Party
First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU
Requested by: my boo @hoodharlow 💕
Liked by jackharlow, druski2funny, urbanwyatt, normani, saweetie, taylorrooks, claybornharlow, and 2,372,947 others
y/ninsta: hi :)
saweetie: long time, no see. where you been at bitch?! jessicakelce: I second that because your ass just disappeared off the face of the earth traviskelce: jess? you literally saw her less than twenty four hours ago jessicakelce: well it feels like longer! urbanwyatt: she got them apple bottom jeans! quiiso: boots with the fur! yungskylark: the whole club was looking at herrrrr! y/ninsta: I've been around lol normani: jackharlow didn't get you pregnant again yet? jackharlow: normani working on it y/ninsta: normani I think absolutely the fuck NOT blancahood: oohh yellow is your color mamas 😍 saweetie: snapback game goes CRAZY theestallion: triplets WHERE?! jackandy/naremyparents: the queen has graced us with her presence urbandjack25: I could just eat her UP jackharlow: urbandjack25 YOU GET ME y/ninsta: lmaooooo 😭
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y/ninsta: now I know yall have heard about magic city, but what about latto city?
jackharlow: sooo you giving out lap dances or nah? y/ninsta: jackharlow for you and only you. got something real special too 😜 dualipa: y/ninsta what about me? pretty please with a cherry on top? jackandy/nupdates: oh lord here we go jackharlow: dualipa you are literally the pest that doesn't go away and y/ninsta does it involve clothes?
y/ninsta: jackharlow of course it doesn't, don't ask silly questions!
saweetie: lemme get a couple of stacks to throw at you sza: me too, I support this vision druski2funny: latto city sound like you have a fish fry going on in the back for customers lilnasx: druski2funny your dusty ass would say something like that urbanwyatt: fry mine extra hard please! softtcurse: and don't forget the hot sauce! normani: but we know that's too spicy for jackharlow cozane: my man probably thinks ketchup is spicy jackharlow: now why the hell do yall always come for me on this damn app and I can literally never be at peace? dualipa: jackharlow you brought it on yourself y/ninsta: druski2funny I got fish plate dinners, chicken plate dinners, you name it and I probably got it blancahood: I always forget how good she can cook jaysontatum: imma have to slide down there so I can get a plate y/ninsta: jayson! I didn't forget what you did! jaysontatum: I thought all was forgiven?! I gave him back! jackharlow: not them fighting over me like I'm a piece of meat y/ninsta: jackharlow but you so cute bae, I can't help it 😍 claybornharlow: y/ninsta I mean he's okay...... jackharlow: claybornharlow don't you muthafuckin start claybornharlow: jackharlow 😉 jackharlow: y/ninsta I'll make sure to leave enough room for dessert y/ninsta: jackharlow I didn't make any? jackharlow: y/ninsta I know you didn't y/ninsta: jackharlow smush, I don't get it lilnasx: y/ninsta YOU ARE THE DESSERT MA'AM y/ninsta: lilnasx oh that makes sense lol
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y/ninsta: late night runs and spending time with my favorite person in the entire world is absolutely priceless 🥹💕
Likeeee this man is EVERYTHING to me
jackharlow: 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 y/ninsta: jackharlow stop acting like I don't tell you this every day lmao jackharlow: y/ninsta but I never get tired of hearing it saweetie: here they mushy asses go blancahood: I love yall, but yall make me sick at the same time lmao jessicakelce: blancahood I see no lies lol urbanwyatt: I literally called it when we were younger that they would be married yungskylark: jackharlow would be lowkey drooling while staring at y/ninsta jackharlow: yungskylark I WOULD NOT! quiiso: and spoil the hell out of her and wonder why her ass acts the way she does now lol jackandy/naremyparents: these two make my heart flutter, true love really does exist y/ninsta: jackandy/naremyparents ehhh I tolerate him jackharlow: y/ninsta oh? so you were just tolerating me earlier as I rearranged your guts and had you damn near ready to scream the safe word? do I have that correct? saweetie: OH druski2funny: what's the safe word?!?! theestallion: yall some nasty ass muthafuckas sza: theestallion??? please shut the hell up because I KNOW your ass isn't talking about someone being nasty lmao lilnasx: hold on, where are yall kids?!?! jackharlow: lilnasx they're around here somewhere lmao y/ninsta: jackharlow lmaooo they gave you a run for your money today jackharlow: y/ninsta nah I only got 2 now, autumn belongs to you and only you y/ninsta: she wasn't even that bad! jackharlow: y/ninsta speak for yourself. I don't even drink anymore, but that child had me wanting to take all the shots in the world y/ninsta: 😭😭😭😭
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y/ninsta: I told Saweetie, "get the balloons, we gone throw her a surprise" 😜
jackharlow: imma need you to bring your ass here NEOW druski2funny: aye! run me my wing stop discount! urbanwyatt: druski2funny bruh... the latto meal is only 20 something dollars lilnasx: druski2funny if you broke just say that smh y/ninsta: druski2funny not you asking me for another discount over top of the one I just gave you and jackharlow BEHAVE jackharlow: y/ninsta how can I behave when my wife looks like this? EXPLAIN y/ninsta: jackharlow lmaoooo you are a hot ass mess claybornharlow: produced by little baby 🥰 y/ninsta: claybornharlow nothing but magic happens when those Harlow's hit the studio jackharlow: y/ninsta I'm just tryna hit your guts, but I get it y/ninsta: JACKMAN, PLEASE quiiso: I swear you cannot take his ass anywhere when it comes to her jackharlow: y/ninsta what? what I say? blancahood: jackharlow and this is why you have three children jackharlow: blancahood I dropped them off at my parent's house so they're their problem maggieharlow: jackharlow and I will make you come and get them normani: oh lord smh jackharlow: maggieharlow next week? lilnasx: lmaoooo not him saying next week y/ninsta: jackharlow what am I going to do with you?! jackharlow: y/ninsta nothing because you're stuck with me 🥰
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y/ninsta: the face your husband makes when he had asked you if you wanted Starbucks and you said no, but now twenty minutes later you want some and are trying to steal his lmao he is so sick of me 😭😭
blancahood: he had better given you some of his too otherwise I'm sending panchito jackharlow: blancahood why the fuck are you so got damn violent? of course I shared it with her because SHE GAVE ME NO CHOICE. she was literally perched in my lap until I gave her some. traviskelce: jackharlow happy wife, happy life. just smile and nod and swipe your credit card jessicakelce: traviskelce ooh I taught you well, babe! blancahood: jackharlow me and panchito stay ready for when you step a toe outta line urbanwyatt: lmaoooo and y/ninsta kept eyeing jackharlow's drink until finally she was like 'babe, can I have some?' and jack of course was like 'now didn't I just ask your spoiled ass if you wanted one?' 😭😭 saweetie: urbanwyatt lmaoooo sounds just like them jackharlow: AND SHE DRANK 75% OF IT AND IS GOING TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M CRAZY TALKING ABOUT BABY WHY DID YOU DRINK IT ALL FROM ME? sza: and at that point, jackharlow chose violence lmaoooo y/ninsta: jackharlow I love you smushhhhhh jackharlow: y/ninsta you about to buy me another one when we land y/ninsta: jackharlow or you can face fuck me, your choice yungskylark: every day we stray further and further away from our savior smh jackharlow: y/ninsta OH, well don't mind if I do 😏😏😏😏 jessicakelce: just nasty as all hell smh urbanwyatt: pregnancy announcement in 3...2....1.... y/ninsta: URBAN HENRY DON'T YOU DARE WISH THAT UPON ME urbanwyatt: y/ninsta it is literally only a matter of time lmao druski2funny: I give her 24 hours y/ninsta: druski2funny and that's why your ass can't even afford my meal at wing stop smh druski2funny: y/ninsta I got your baby daddy to pay for it 🥰 y/ninsta: druski2funny 🙄🙄🙄
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