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[timothylawrence]

Five Fandoms, Five Tags

Thank you for the wonderful tag @llilli64 ❤️💛💕

1. Sasha - Blands

2. Rachel Amber - LIS

3. Ryuji Ann & Yusuke - Persona (I can’t pick one!)

4. Loba - Apex

5. Ben Paul - TWDG

@katagawajr @opossum-on-the-spectrum @jjaynze @chumbie @rolilith and whoever else wants to do it!!!

[paradiseismine]

Hii could I req Trevor x Ghost reader? Just anything smut or whatever i love your work tyy 🫶🏻

See you in your dreams - Trevor Spengler x ghost reader

Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife) x ghost! f!reader

Warnings: softer smut; some hurt/comfort; some fluff; references to Wuthering Heights (if you squint); also maybe kinda long hehehe

Love note from Nina: omggg you guysss I got my first request!! I got sooo excited for this, I’m sorry it took me a few days. I did some research on how ghosts work in the Ghostbusters universe, but this may have some slips here and there. Hope you like it, anon! 💕 also: feel free to send me more reqs, I’d love to hear (read?) your ideas!

Growing up, Trevor always detested going to aunt Cathy’s house. Although very big and castle-like, it was always weirdly cold, somewhat decayed and had this creepy aura in there - kind of similar to the house he had moved in with his family a while ago, and that was his first argument when his mom, Callie, said she wanted to visit her sister. Aunt Cathy was Callie’s only sister, and one of the few family members they had left, so he couldn’t say no to his mom when she pleaded for him and Phoebe to tag along. They were only staying there for a week, tops, she promised.

As they arrived after a four hour drive, Trevor greeted aunt Cathy and helped Phoebe bring her luggage upstairs. It was an unusually big house, so they could each have a bedroom of their own. That made it a bit easier. Trev was feeling pretty introspective and definitely needed some time for himself. After some fancy dinner where aunt Cathy and mom talked about uncle Heath’s death throughout the entire three-course meal, he excused himself to get ready for bed.

A few minutes later, his mom knocked on the bedroom door.

- Get some rest, Trev - Callie said, approaching and running her fingers through her son’s hair in a lovingly manner, as he was sitting on the bed. - You deserve some time off after all of that ghost busting. There are no ghosts here, you’re safe to rest.

- No ghosts here??? That’s what we’ll see! - Phoebe yelled from the corridor, joking. Callie had left the door open.

Trevor chuckled and smiled at his mom.

- Thank you, mom. I will. Get some rest too, you must be tired.

She kissed his forehead and clicked the lights off before shutting the door, leaving him alone in the bedroom. Trevor let out a deep sigh and lied in bed, tired. Shortly after, he drifted off.

To someone who would normally have a hard time falling asleep on a new environment, that was pretty unusual. Maybe it was just tiredness, but something made Trevor sleep very soundly that night. He even started dreaming.

The dream set was some sort of forest. Not too dense, so he could still see the sky in a charming shade of blue. The birds were chirping softly and he could smell the grass, one of his favorite smells. That dream was weirdly vivid, for some reason. After walking around the forest for a minute or so, he spotted a girl dressed in a long white dress. It was you. Your hair cascaded along your shoulders and back, beautifully, as you turned around and noticed him. You had a small basket in your hands, and were absentmindedly picking out flowers next to a small cottage. He assumed it was your house.

You waved at him gently, smiling. He smiled back and felt confident enough to approach you and talk.

- Uh, hi - he said, a bit nervously. No conversation ever felt so real in a dream before.

- Hi Trevor - you responded, calmly. How did you know his name? - You created such a beautiful setting for this dream. Did you grow up in the countryside or something?

- I, uh… Not really, I just feel very at peace near nature, I guess. - he was able to finally look into your eyes.

The connection you both felt was instant. You didn’t know that much about him yet, and he knew nothing about you, but somehow, it was like a magnet was drawing your bodies closer. You two were paralyzed by each other’s gaze for a second, smiling shyly when you were able to look away.

- Do… Do I know you? I mean, you knew my name and everything, so I…

- Not really, no - you answered, shrugging. - My name is y/n, nice to meet you.

- You’re just something my mind made up, then? I mean, it makes sense that my brain would create a girl for me to talk to and stuff…

- No, I existed before being on your mind. - you pursed your lips together, not sure if you should have revealed yourself so early into the conversation.

- Y-you’re not a creation of my mind? - he inquired, utterly confused.

You chuckled and put some more flowers in the basket.

- Do you want to come in for some tea? - your head pointed at the cottage. - Maybe we can talk more comfortably in there.

- Hm, sure - he nodded. - But how do you know there’s tea in there? Is it your house?

- No, love - you responded, grabbing his chin for a second. - Your mind created this place. I was able to come in a few minutes before you showed up, just to help arrange everything and get some basic information about your life. You seemed so tired, I just wanted to help you release that tension. You’re a really beautiful boy, you know?

- Thank you - Trev laughed, slightly blushing. There were so many questions on his mind. - I mean, let’s go ahead and have some tea then.

You guided him into the cottage and sat him down on a chair next to the kitchen table. The table was already set with a porcelain tea pot and beautiful tea cups. You put the flowers you had picked on a small vase at the center of the table, and set the empty basket aside.

- Did you arrange this before I arrived?

- Aren’t we talking too much about me, darling? Tell me, how do you feel? Like, how do you really feel? - you sat down next to him and put your hand on his upper back.

Trevor slowly broke down crying as he spoke. He was so tired, but felt like he could never show any signs of it. He had to be strong for his mom, for Phoebe, for the Ghostbusters. He had to “man up”, be the man of the house and everything. There was never time for his feelings or for vulnerability. Until now. You embraced him gently, as he suppressed his sobs after communicating those afflictions to you.

- It’s ok, love - you reassured him. - You can cry, you can be yourself here. You’re safe. It’s your own mind, you can do whatever you want.

Trev stayed in your embrace a bit longer, stabilizing his breathing. His arms stopped shaking around your waist, and softly let go of your sides. He distanced himself slowly, just enough to look you in the eyes. Then, without any further notice, he put his lips to yours.

It was a very soft and delicate kiss. He held both of your hands in his, until he had to use one of them to get your long hair out of the way. Caressing your cheek, he deepened the kiss, faintly moaning into it.

- It feels so good to kiss you - you whispered, slightly embarrassed. - I haven’t been kissed in so long…

He guided your face to kiss you once again. It was like he couldn’t contain himself. Your lips felt so good against his. He was so gentle and respectful, you wanted to grab him by the collar and attack his lips with yours.

- You’re… you’re literally my dream girl - he admitted, kissing your palm. - I wish I could meet you in real life and spend more time with you.

- I’m a ghost, Trev - you confessed, more embarrassed than before. - But I’m a, say, rarer type…

- W-what do you mean by that? - he looked at you, confused, his eyes seeming a bit watery again.

- I’m a dream ghost. I can only appear physically in people’s dreams. - you explained, in a more serious tone, grabbing his hand softly. - I don’t haunt houses, or objects, or anything like that. I haunt minds. I can only exist when someone’s dreaming, so I can tune in to their dream. I sensed your presence and ended up in your conscience tonight.

- But I-I’m a ghostbuster… - his eyes blinked in disbelief.

- I know - you chuckled, a sad gaze lingering in your eyes. - It was such an amazing coincidence… You’re not gonna put me in a proton pack, will you?

- Of course not - his eyes widened and his hands tightened their grip around yours, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm.

- I knew it - you responded, lightly pecking his lips again, then letting go of his hands. - You need someone who understands, and I really wish I could be that person. You’ve got a beautiful mind, and oh, such a pure heart, Trevor Spengler…

- Touch me - he said as you stood up, and it nearly sounded like a question. His pleading eyes were desperately looking for yours. - Kiss me, anything. I just need to feel your touch. Please.

- You’re so warm - you put your hand on his cheek, sweetly. - and I’m a cold ghost girl…

- Don’t say that, y/n - he took your hand from his cheek and kissed your palm once again, looking up at you with pleading eyes. - I’m having the best time here with you. Please.

Trevor stood up, towering over you; leaned in again and kissed your lips, more eagerly this time. His right hand lightly grabbed the hair of your nape while his left hand caressed your cheek. You reached for his upper arms, shyly, wonderstruck by that kiss.

He then gently pushed you up against the wall. Trev seemed way more comfortable now, wild even. His lips embraced yours in an inebriating way, hands gripping your waist, hips brushing against yours. You could feel his arousal through his trousers, which sent you even closer to the edge. You felt the dream setting shift, walls disappearing around you for a second. When you opened your eyes, the setting was a bedroom - Trevor had understood that this was a dream, and he could control it as much as he wanted.

- I think I know what you’ve set your mind to, mister Spengler - you broke the kiss, chuckling and gesturing at the huge bed in front of you. The walls were decorated with flowers and beautiful curtains. It was all very lovely and romantic.

- Do you… do you want it too? - Trevor seemed concerned if you desired him as much as he desired you. - I mean, I -I felt so good kissing you, I-

- I would love to - you answered, fondly, as your hands ran through his hair. - Let’s just… Take it slow, ok?

He nodded, his lips red and slightly parted. Trevor leaned in to kiss you once again, much slower this time. The kiss was sensual and dainty, his lips tracing yours in a magnetic way, his hands cupping your face and your own resting on his shoulders and chest.

He put his hands to your waist, pulling your body closer to his in a slow and gentle motion. In reaction, you put your hands to the hair on his nape, holding it rather than pulling it. His hands roamed up to your shoulders, caressing your cold skin. You broke the kiss and nodded, looking into his eyes, giving him your permission.

He pulled down the sleeves of your dress and it slowly fell, pooling at your feet. You were completely bare underneath it, and Trevor let out an audible gasp at the sight of your naked body.

- Can I… Can I touch you, y/n? - Trevor stuttered, mesmerized at your beauty.

- Please… - you moaned, nearly whispering.

- You’re so beautiful - he muttered, his lips parted in awe, fingers gently exploring your breasts and the delicate curve of your waist. - You’re quite literally a dream…

You chuckled softly as Trevor kissed your neck and collar bones, his warm lips like fireworks on your cold skin. You gestured for him to take off his clothes as well, and he gave you permission to do so. Soon enough, you two were both stripped in front of each other. Trevor’s body was so beautiful. His smooth pale chest, his lightly toned arms… all of it made you shiver in anticipation. He took you in his arms again, and you couldn’t help yourself any longer.

- Take me, Trev, I’m yours - you whispered to his ear, enraptured by the pleasure you felt under his warm, soft human hands.

Trev tightened his grip on your waist and swooped you off of your feet. In a couple seconds, your back was against the mattress, as he had carefully deposited your body on the bed. He climbed on top of you and continued trailing his kisses down to your breasts.

Groping your waist firmly, he gently suckled on your nipples, faint moans now escaping your lips. Trevor kissed your body with such amazement, it looked like he wouldn’t stop. He kissed lower and lower down your belly, until he reached your wet slit.

- You don’t have to - you said, running your fingers through his hair to stop him, as his head slowly went downward.

- But I want to - Trevor tilted his head, looking into your eyes. - Can I?

- Well, ye - you could barely finish the word before Trevor dunk his head between your thighs again. - Yes…

He licked up and down your slit, his hot mouth attached to your core, causing your legs to tremble in bliss. He held your thighs apart with a tight grip, as if to detain you from distancing yourself from his touch. His tongue was rolling around your clit, tasting your core with such pleasure, he was nearly getting off on it as much as you. Your sweet juices were dripping down his chin as he lapped you up hungrily, delighted with your taste.

- Trevor… - you moaned, before arching your back on the bed, reaching your mercurial high.

His eyes stared into yours, half-lidded, as he seemed proud of himself for making you moan his name. No boy had ever looked at you in such an intense, lustful way.

As your whole body trembled, he kept going until you had ridden out of your high, you two savoring each second it had lasted.

- Felt good, beautiful? - he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

- Amazing… - you panted, breathless.

He roamed his hands all over your body once again, warming up your cold skin, making you quiver and tingle. You sat up on the bed to capture his lips, tasting yourself as you kissed him.

- Is there anything else I could do for you, y/n? - he asked, enchanted by you.

- Yes, lay back, my love - you whispered, guiding him to lay down on the bed.

You got on top of him, one leg to each side of his waist. Reaching for his lips one last time, you kissed him passionately, wanting him to remember you. It was only a dream, you knew that. But you wanted him to remember those feelings, that touch, everything.

Going for his earlobe, you nibbled and sucked on it until Trev couldn’t help but moan and squirm under you. His neck was next. It soon got covered in kisses and hickies (it was only a dream and wouldn’t leave any trace behind, either way), just like his chest. You roamed your hands gently all over his torso, savoring the heat and softness of his human skin.

As you sat up on his lap, your heart was beating out of your chest with desire, but you wanted to make sure Trevor was comfortable. You wanted to be his dream girl, not his nightmare.

- May I? - you asked, softly, as your hand held his throbbing erection.

- Yes, y/n, please - he pleaded, lightly panting.

You raised and lowered your hips slowly, engulfing his cock inside you. It had been so long since you felt anything like this… Your muscles were tightening around Trevor’s shaft as you got to its base, and you could feel him shyly thrusting his hips up to meet yours.

- You’re mine now, Trevor Spengler - you whispered, riding him, ecstatic. You threw your head back, getting shivers down your spine, your hands on his chest.

- I’m yours, y/n - he moaned. Trevor’s beautiful dark eyes squinted in pleasure, his mouth opening slightly. His hands grabbed onto your hips to help you with your movements, as he was eager for more.

You don’t know how long it lasted, but your juices were all over his shaft, his inner thighs, everything. Every second of Trevor’s touch, even if he touched you for all of the eternity, still wouldn’t be enough. He was perfect, warm, soft, delicate, and so precise in every single little thing he did.

Trevor whispered your name, his voice faint and raspy, pleading. Your eyes met his immediately.

- Please, I-I - he stuttered, his eyes rolling in pleasure as he tried to speak. - I need to-

- Do it, my love - you grabbed his face.

His eyes squeezed shut as Trevor held your body to his, and with a louder moan, spilled into you. Ugh, he was so soft and warm. You missed being human just like him. As he came down from his high, you got off of him gently, trying no to hurt his sensitive shaft.

As you laid down next to him, you two snuggled up together in a thick warm blanket, enjoying each other’s scent. Trevor was playing with your hair as you rested your head on his chest. All you do could do was thank God, fate, the universe, anything that could be responsible for that encounter. Trev seemed to be doing the same, as he broke the silence a minute later.

- There must be a way - he said, determined. - I… I want to get to know you better, y/n. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this with anyone before, I…

Suddenly, the whole room started losing definition, becoming blurrier and less colorful. Objects started vanishing slowly, and even though Trevor seemed utterly confused and scared, you already knew what this meant.

- Oh dear - you muttered, sad, gently caressing his cheek. - You’re waking up… Seems like we don’t have much more time together, at least for now. I enjoyed your company so much, Trevor. You’re a really special person. See you in your dreams tomorrow, if we’re both lucky. Try to sleep around 9:30 p.m., if you can.

He felt his body moving without his mind’s command, and the sight of you slowly vanishing from his grasp.

- No… No - he slurred still in his sleep, sad, but defeated. - Come back… Please.

But he woke up. His eyes opened and he realized it was already morning. His mom and Phoebe were arguing in the nearby bathroom over something stupid, and because of their bickering, he woke up.

He turned on the bed, frustrated, trying to fall asleep again, trying to find you; up until he noticed something had happened in his pants… A nocturnal emission. He was wet through his underwear and pajama bottoms, a visible patch of his own cum.

Great, he thought. How am I going to hide this? Y/n better come back to see me again tonight. 9:30, she said. I have to write this down.

[cieloclercs]

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[holdmytesseract]

Time To Get A Grip [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: After returning home from a nightshift and finding your boyfriend stoned on the sofa, you lose it. Given the fact that he becomes a father soon, it's time for him to finally get a grip.

Warnings: Major trigger warning here! swear words, mentions of alcohol, drugs and smoking, drug consumption, pregnancy things, drama, a fight, angst, bit of blood, fluff, age gap

Gotta rate this story 18+, just in case!

Pre-Apocalypse Era!

Word Count: 3,2k

a/n: You chose and I am here to deliver! 😁 Well... I had this idea - and wrote it. It fitted perfectly into Daryl's, Y/N's and Teddy's story, so... But it's also quite a bit heavy. I never wrote something like this before.

Special thanks to @fictive-sl0th for encouraging me and loving my Daryl fics! Love ya, friend! 💕

Also, I apologise to all the Merle fans. Sorry, guys! 🙈

Tagging: @km-ffluv @stitchintimefan @sweetpeapod @loz-3 @peaches1958 @fictive-sl0th @lou12346789 @fuseburner @hotgirlsshareaccounts @in-this-minute @eddiemunsonsupremecy @mrbrownstne

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Releasing a big yawn; you closed the locker with the number thirteen painted on, and slipped the key - which was attached to a key ring, inside the pocket of your jeans. With a sigh you grabbed your bag and made your way towards the exit of the changing room. "By girls, see you on Monday!" You said goodbye to your coworkers; smiling. They bid their goodbyes as well; waving and smiling.

Taking a deep breath, you left the room and the big building behind yourself and stepped out on the streets of Gainesville; the bright morning sun almost blinding you.

Working as a nurse in a hospital wasn't always easy. Especially the night shift. But working as a nurse in a hospital at night, being almost eighteen weeks pregnant was even less easy - and so very exhausting. As soon as I'm five months in, I'm quitting this shit, you told yourself. Only day shifts from then on. The thing was, you told yourself that already from the start. From the very day you found out you were pregnant. It was a lie which repeated itself month after month. You knew that it wasn't good to work night shift after night shift. Not for you, nor for the baby. But you practically had no other chance. Being alive was expensive. Food was expensive. Having a roof over your head was expensive. Even if it was just a small apartment in one of the endless, old and quite ragged apartment blocks in downtown Gainesville. It was even more expensive, when you are the only one earning the needed money. And soon, you were going to have not only two mouths to feed, but three. Every day you hoped for a change to come - but it wasn't easy. Oh no.

You shook your head slightly and took another deep breath, in order to get yourself out of your thoughts and your sleepy brain to focus.

After you checked your surroundings, you crossed the front yard of the hospital and made your way to the bus station. All you wanted to do now was going home, crash on your bed and sleep at least until late afternoon. Your body wanted that as well. You knew that, of course. Hence, you had almost slept in on the bus and missed your stop! Luckily, your hazy brain reminded you to stand up in the last second.

Waiting until the bus rolled past you, you crossed the street and walked the last meters to the building in which your apartment was. It was just a few blocks down the road. At least the weather is nice today, you thought; looking up into the sky.

You unlocked the old main door, which led into the big staircase and started to climb the steps, leading up to the third floor. On your way, you met a familiar face - unfortunately. "Oh, good morning, Mrs. Jefferson."

Elsie Jefferson. The typical, critical bitter old lady next door, who everybody knew. Husband long dead and owner of at least ten cats. She was utterly nosy and curious about anything and everything. You couldn't stand her since the day she decided to interfere in your affairs. It was your life, not hers - but Mrs. Jefferson didn't care of course. And sometimes, you had the feeling that she did this all on purpose, because she liked you just as little.

"Ah, good morning, Y/N." She had just left her apartment; wearing those old slippers she always wore. A trash bag was in her hand. Apparently, she was just on her way to take out the trash - and you had the perfect timing to run straight into her. Great.

"Coming home from a night shift?" "Mhm, yep." You had absolutely no intention to talk to her, but you also couldn't be so rude to just walk away. The older woman shook her head. "Young lady, young lady... You should stop doing that. Now that you are pregnant." Not that again. "I know, but it's my decision. I'm okay with it. I'm used to it." Mrs. Jefferson shook her head again; rebukingly. You already wanted to walk past her; thinking that the conversation was over - but for her, it wasn't. You should've known. "Does your chaotic mess of a boyfriend still has no job?" You clenched your jaw. You hated it - absolutely hated it, when she brought Daryl up in those stupid conversations. All she wanted was to sting you and throw mud at him - just because he was how he was.

Gritting your jaw, you tried to smile at her. "He's at it." You didn't reveal more. While should you? "So no." She concluded, before stepping closer to you. "Chit... You should get rid of him." "I don't think so, ma'am. He's the father of my child." You tried to argue, but Mrs. Jefferson didn't even listen to you, just continued to speak ill of Daryl. "That man is not good for you and brings nothing but trouble. Just look at his messed-up family! His abusive, alcoholic father! His mother, who was a chain-smoker! And don't get me even started on his brother! Violence, alcohol, drugs... Wasn't he even in the prison only a few years back?" She exclaimed. "Daryl Dixon is toxic, Y/N - and way too old for you... Do you really think he's better than the rest of his family? Do you really think he can change? Turn into a better person?"

Hearing all those foul and judgemental words leaving the older lady's mouth, caused anger and sadness to flow your veins. How dare she? How dare? You had a hard time to keep yourself calm and not snap at her. The raging pregnancy hormones within your body didn't quite help the situation. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took a deep breath. "Yes, I believe exactly that. I love this man - and that's all that matters. Have a nice day, Mrs. Jefferson." With those words you walked past her; continuing to climb the stairs. But of course, she had one more bombshell to drop on you... "You should've never let him get yourself pregnant. Dixon isn't made to be a father." You ignored her and moved on; mumbling under your breath: "That's what mum said as well..."

You tried to calm yourself down on the rest of the way and erase what just happened from your memories. You didn't have the nerves to deal with that woman. Not today. Not after an exhausting night shift and three times of throwing up in the staff toilets - no.

You climbed the last few steps and headed straight for the quite rickety door, which led into yours - and somehow Daryl's apartment.

Relieved, you closed the door behind yourself. Finally at home. Thank god. Throwing your keys on the small shelf beside the main door, you took off your shoes and jacket. You didn't anticipated Daryl to be home. Not after he had told you Wednesday morning, that he'd go out with his brother. You knew exactly what 'go out' meant. But who were you to stop him? God knows you had tried. Several times. But well... Blood is thicker than water.

Given that fact, you were quite surprised, when you found him in the living room; passed out onto the couch. A smile crossed your face; knowing that he was here - but it faded quickly, when you noticed the condition he was in. Daryl was laying on his stomach; one arm dangling over the edge of the sofa. One sleeve of his yellow-black checkered shirt was ripped off, while the other was still intact. When you squatted down beside him, a wave of cold smoke hit you; coming undoubtedly from his clothes. Daryl's breathing was heavy; sweat dotted his face and presumably his whole body as you noticed further. Some dried, crusty blood was smeared across the skin underneath his nose - and you knew. You knew. You weren't blind. And a nurse. You could tell when somebody was stoned - or well, had been stoned.

It didn't happen often - luckily. It was already enough that Merle made him to consume alcohol way too often. Making him to take drugs was an entirely different story. And you hated Merle for it. Yes, he was strictly spoken family, but the impact he had on his little brother was way too big. The worst part of it was, that Daryl didn't even defend himself.

Seeing your boyfriend in this condition caused the anger, sadness and frustration you had just swallowed down to come up again. Twice as hard. You stood up and crossed your arms; looking down on him.

"Daryl. Wake up." No reaction. "Daryl." You nudged him softly with your knee, earning a low growl. Like already said... You didn't have the nerves to deal with shit like that today. "Daryl fucking Dixon!" You yelled then, causing the man to flinch and immediately wake up. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?!" He groaned again and moved to sit up; pinching the bridge of his nose. His sweat soaked shirt on full display; short blonde-brown hair as messed up as it could be. "What'd ya mean, hon?" He slurred; still trying to wake up properly. "Oh no no, don't pull that card, Daryl. Don't 'hon' me. You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

Your boyfriend rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair, before reddened eyes looked up to meet your Y/E/C ones. "Merle, uh, Merle's got this new, uh, dealer and-" "Forced you to try the 'good stuff', I know." You finished his sentence. "What was it." He didn't answer, just looked at the ground. "That wasn't a question, Daryl. It was a demand. Tell me." He still didn't talk. You stepped closer and rather harshly pushed his left shoulder. "Tell me! What did you snort?!" Daryl swallowed visibly; once again avoiding eye contact. "Jus' a bit Crystal Meth."

You gasped audibly; jaw dropping. "Crystal Meth? Crystal Meth?! Fucking hell, Daryl! That's one of the most dangerous drugs!" Sure, he wasn't stoned anymore, but undoubtedly dealing with the aftermath. And the drug caused his already quite short fuse to be even shorter. He was more irritable. You noticed. Therefore, he was quickly losing it. "Goddamn, woman! Calm down! It was jus' a little bit! I won't do it again!" He snapped - and you swallowed hard; already needing to suppress the tears. The drugs influenced Daryl and the hormones influenced you.

"I don't care if it was just a tiny bit! I don't care if you say you won't do it again, because you always break this promise! You'll do it again - and we both know it! You'll drink again. You'll smoke again. You'll toke again - and you'll take drugs again. Merle is bad for you! When do you finally realise that?!" "Nah, he's family, Y/N! He's the only one I got left!" You shook your head. He didn't even listen to a word you just said, did he? "That may be true, yes! But he's so far off track - and he's dragging you right with him! You could be so much, more, Daryl... But for that, you need to finally break free!" Your boyfriend clenched his hands into fists; was visibly angered as well. "I won't jus' leave Merle! Ya can't ask me to do tha'!" You frustratingly rolled your eyes. He really didn't understand. "I am not asking you to leave your brother! I told you again and again... I'm asking you to keep a healthy distance! Separate your life and his life! Stop acting so headless!" "'M not actin' headless!" You laughed almost maniacally at his ridiculous words. "Oh hell yes, you do! And you know it! Stop this! I need you to quit acting this way, because-" The anger coursing through your veins got suddenly replaced by fear and desperation.

"'Cause wha'?! Huh?! 'Cause what?!" Daryl's already not properly thinking brain thought even less logical as he spat out that question. "I don't know if it already slipped your notice, but..." You pulled the baggy t-shirt you wore aggressively down, causing the visible outlines of your baby bump to appear. "I'm fucking pregnant, Daryl! With your kid! You're going to be a father in not even six months! Do you even know what that means?! A child comes with great responsibilities! We are talking about a human being we need to look after! A baby isn't like a dog or a cat! I can't have you hanging somewhere around, drunk or stoned! That's reckless - and I thought you were aware of that. Apparently, I was wrong."

Daryl was unfortunately way too deep in his rage to understand. All he saw was red. Literally jumping up from the couch - his symptoms of the drug consumption forgotten for a moment, he took a few threatening steps closer, until he was hovering dangerously over you. "Well... Guess ya shoulda have listened to yer parents, girl... 'N dump me when ya still had the chance to. I told ya from the very beginnin' that this wouldn't work out. Us. This relationship was meant ta fail... But now's too late. Like ya said... Already knocked ya up with that bastard child."

You and Daryl had already quite a few fights in your relationship. That was normal and common. Hurtful and ugly words were sometimes exchanged - but he had never said something like this. It really hurt you. Deep. Despite the fact, that you knew that he probably didn't mean what he had just said. You knew that he was actually happy about this baby. Scared to death, but happy. But it hurt. So freaking much.

You were exhausted. So utterly exhausted - and yet sleep didn't find you. You laid awake, hour after hour; thinking about what had happened - and the possible consequences of it. Your brain just couldn't shut up and so you spent the rest of the day and even night with just staring at the wall or ceiling and crying. Sure, you could sleep a few hours, but it was not peaceful and certainly not restful. Anyways... It was way too less sleep, given the fact that you had a night shift behind yourself and were pregnant. Needless to say, you couldn't be any happier about the fact that Sunday was your day off.

You just stared at him, while tears started to trickle down your cheeks. "Go." Your voice was merely above a whisper, but your eyes told Daryl enough to realise, what he had just done. "Y/N, I-" "Leave." "Y/N-" "I told you to go!" You yelled, pushing him away from you. "Get out of my sight, before I do something I might regret!" Daryl grunted and ripped the other sleeve of his shirt off, before he walked to the door; "Fine! If ya want me ta go, I'll go!" and slammed it shut behind himself. Mere seconds later, you broke down crying.

In the early morning hours, you heard the sound of your doorbell ringing. Cursing under your breath, you stood up and walked to the door. You had just been on the verge of dozing off again...

You already suspected that it was Mrs. Jefferson, one of your neighbours - or hence, even the postman, but you certainly didn't expect Daryl to stand in front of your door. Honestly, you expected anyone, but him. He never came back that fast after a fight. Never.

Well... Until now.

"Daryl?" You asked; totally stunned and also a bit confused. "What are you doing here?" He had both his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slightly ripped, grey jeans. A fresh tank top covered his body; not that ragged shirt anymore - and he had visibly showered. The man leaned against the door frame; biting his bottom lip nervously - a habit.

"I really fucked it up, didn't I?" "Yes. Yes, you did," you confirmed without even blinking. Daryl swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "'M sorry." You looked him in the eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. "You always say that. I always believe you. And you always fuck it up again." You paused; trying to find the right words. "I love you, Daryl - but honestly, I don't know how long I am able to play this game."  He swallowed hard; the harsh realisation of the possibility to lose you - and with that his child hitting him full force. "Y/N, I... I know. 'M an asshole. Always was. Most likely always going ta be. I don deserve you. And certainly not yer love - but please... Give me one last chance. Us." He sighed; desperately. Words weren't his strengths. "Fuck's sake, I can't live without ya. I need ya. You know that."

Now you were the one who had to swallow hard. Tears stung in your eyes; as you tried to figure out what to say. Yes, you were still angry at him for what he did - for what he said, but on the other hand... You loved this idiot so fucking much. Perhaps even too much for your own good. Not that you cared, though.

"Yes. And I need you, Daryl..." Your raging hormones caused your walls to break. "You're all I've got. I chose you above my family. I gave up my entire life for you. Please don't let this be for nothing. Please hold your promise this time." You choked out; tears staining the fabric of your sleep shirt. "Look for a job; get some distance between your life and Merle's life - and, for our child's sake, get a grip. There's not much time left for you to turn the tide." You took a shaky breath and cupped your baby bump. "I can't do this without you..."

Daryl nodded; his expression soft and full of love - and regret. "I know. I know." He stepped inside your apartment; closed the door and approached you, before he shyly - almost hesitantly placed his bigger hands on top of yours. "'M sorry. 'M so sorry. For what I did - 'n especially for what I said. I didn't mean it. I love that kid. Ya know I do. 'N I promise I'll try ta be a better man. For you and the baby."

You only nodded; unable to speak because of all the tears you shed. He leaned forward; pressed a kiss onto your forehead - and that was the moment you entirely caved. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged his body. Daryl accepted the hug, of course; placed both his hands on your hips and held you.

After a while, Daryl bent his knees and quickly swept you off your feet - much to your surprise, before he carried you into your bedroom. He set you down on the bed, quickly stripped off his top and jeans and joined you; wrapping you up in the tightest snuggle possible. It was almost like he sensed how tired and worn out you were. "Sleep, hon. 'M here. I won't go anywhere." You smiled tiredly up at him and couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. So, you did. "I love you." "I love ya, too."

[vodika-vibes]

Howdy! 🤠

Super excited for this follower event! I loved reading the last event’s masterpieces, and I can’t wait for the ones produced from this event! 💕

For my request, could I get Wrecker with Tanzanite in the fall? It’s the perfect day for a cute fall date and they have so much planned, but fem!reader’s period comes early and very painfully. She tries to hide it and keep the date going, but Wrecker notices and changes their plans to make it more comfortable for her. Thanks!

A Change Of Pace

Summary: You have a date with Wrecker, a date you’ve been looking forward to for weeks. And, when your period comes early, you’re determined to make the date happen in spite of your pain.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 765

Prompt: Tanzanite - Perceptive Love

Warnings: period talk

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hihi! Sorry this took so long! This ask kept becoming invisible in my askbox. Apparently it's a thing that happens if you have more than a certain number of asks. I hope you like it~

You grit your teeth as a sharp stab of pain makes you want to double over. 

It figures.

Isn’t this how it always happens? You look forward to something, and your period decides to arrive early.

You blindly take some pain medicine, and exhale slowly to try and ignore your pain.

This date with Wrecker has been planned for weeks. You are not going to let a little pain get in the way of having fun with the man you’ve been crushing on for even longer.

You quickly make sure that you’re presentable, which doesn’t take half as long as you thought it might, and you just step out of your bedroom when there’s a knock at your apartment door.

A quiet curse falls from your lips as there’s another sharp stab of pain, but you ignore it with the ease of someone who’s been dealing with these types of cramps for the large majority of your life, and you hurry over to the door.

A blinding smile crosses your face when you see the man standing there. He looks kind of sheepish, and is rubbing the back of his neck, but he looks genuinely thrilled to see you.

“Wrecker! Welcome back!” You move to the side to let him in your apartment.

“Thanks,” He steps into your apartment, his gaze sliding from one side of the room to the other, “Was worried that we weren’t going to get back in time.”

“Oh?”

“Tech broke something on the ship,” Wrecker replies lightly, it’s a lie, you’re sure. He doesn’t like telling you about the realities of war, having claimed, on more than one occasion, that you are his pretty oasis away from the war.

“Well,” You reply with a light smile, “I hope he fixed it.”

His gaze lands on you, finally, and a broad smile crosses his face. “Course, he always does.”

“Good,” You step around him, “I’m almost ready to go. If you give me about 15 minutes, we can head out to the Fair.”

“Looking forward to it,” Wrecker follows you into the living room and drops on the couch, “And you’re sure they’ll let me in?”

“Yeah, of course. I mean, they might not want you to do any of the games, but they’re all rigged anyway, so-” You grin, though it fades as another sharp pain makes you inhale sharply.

You hoped that you were subtle enough that Wrecker wouldn’t notice, but no such luck. 

“Are you alright, angel?”

“I’m fine, honest.”

He stares at you thoughtfully, taking in the way you’re holding yourself, and the way you’re trying to keep yourself from curling in on yourself, and his eyes narrow, “You’re in pain.”

“It’s normal.”

He pauses, “Your lady time,” Wrecker gets to his feet and walks over to you, “How can I help?”

You lift your chin, “We’ve had this date planned for weeks, Wreck. I’m not going to let a little pain stop me-” A particularly strong cramp has a string of curses falling from your lips in Ryl as you nearly bend in two, and Wrecker’s hands settle on your shoulders.

“You know,” His voice is light, conversational, “I’m kind of exhausted, it was a long trip from the outer rim. How about we put off the fair for a day?”

You hesitate, “Well, if you’re exhausted-” You finally say slowly, well aware that he’s lying to you to make you feel better about having to cancel your plans for the day. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

He flashes a small smile at you and smoothes his hand over your hair, “We’ll both have more fun when you’re not doubled over in pain.” He says, very logically, “Now, how can I help?”

“Can you find my heating pad while I change into something looser?”

“Absolutely.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, you’re curled up on top of Wrecker, your heating pad squished between your bodies as you watch a movie together. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head and presses his hand against the small of your back, “Better?”

You just sigh, “I hope I don’t bleed on you.”

Wrecker laughs, “Ah, angel. Don’t you worry about that. If you do, it’s just a little blood. Not a problem to me.”

You shift and look at him, “You’re the best, Wrecker.”

“Oh, I know.” He grins at you, “But you make me better, angel.”

You flush and press your face against his chest, “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

And he grins, “Well that is the plan, angel.”

[mountttmase]

I’m Yours

Note - thank you so much to the anon who sent the request in for this and I’m sorry I took me forever 😂 I changed a few bits but I still hope you love it 🩷 would love to know what everything thinks 💕

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.4k

Warnings - angst & fluff

‘You all set?’ Mason smiled over at you, squeezing your thigh gently before placing it back on the wheel. You simply smiled at him, too full of nerves to say anything right now but it seemed to be enough for him as he smiled back at you just as brightly.

Reece didn’t live too far from Mason and he insisted on driving as he knew he shouldn’t be drinking and that would force him not to so he could get the pair of you home in one piece. You’d promised to stay at Masons that night so you could have a chilled day tomorrow before you both went back to work.

Parties were not your thing, but Mason seemed really excited for tonight so you promised you’d tag along and even though you missed the warmth of your bed it was worth it to see the smile on his face as you were getting ready to go.

The sound of a text coming through on your phone made Mason eye you curiously as if he wanted to know who it was and you laughed whilst shaking your head at his nosiness.

‘It’s your mum, Mase. She wants to know what time you’ll be home from training on Tuesday cause she needs to drop some stuff round’

‘Why is she texting you then?’ He laughed as you put your phone away.

‘Cause you never bloody answer her. I speak to her more than you at this point’ you commented and he rolled his eyes playfully at you, secretly happy that that you were so close with his family.

‘Tell her I’ll be back at four, but I might be asleep when she comes’

‘Can you not skip your nap for one day?’

‘If you want me to be miserable then sure’ he laughed and you hadn’t even realised you’d arrived as he’d taken your mind off of everything. A wave of anxiousness suddenly overtaking you as you looked up at Reece’s house. ‘You ready, baby?’

‘As ready as I’ll ever be’ you laughed, turning to open you door but a hand on your elbow made you stop as you turned back to look at him. His face was serious but you could see there was a slight smile underneath his stoney demeanour.

‘I really do appreciate you coming with me tonight’ he told you, reaching for your face so he could cup your jaw. ‘I know it’s not your thing and I promise we don’t have to be here that long’ he whispered kissing your cheeks gently. ‘Then we can go home and cuddle and sleep and do whatever you want’ he smiled, placing a heavy kiss to you lips before smiling brightly at you.

‘It’s fine Mase, we don’t have to leave early. I haven’t seen Sophia in a while so it’ll be good to catch up’

‘You sure?’ He laughed and you nodded gently. ‘Come on then’ he smiled and he let you go before meeting at the front of his car. ‘You look so beautiful’ he told you quietly, wrapping an arm around your waist as he led you up to the door and you blushed into his chest at his compliment.

Reece was soon to open the door and the pair of you followed him into the kitchen where you helped yourselves to a drink and chatted with whoever was in there until Sophia appeared, dragging you away slightly so you could catch up with her.

Even though you were apart, your eyes were constantly checking where he was and his eyes never seemed to stray to far from you either to the point you’d laugh at each other every time your eyes met.

About 45 minutes in, you eyes wondered to meet Mason but he wasn’t looking at you this time, too engrossed with whatever Chilly was saying to him and it looked serious, a slight look of panic on Masons face as he bit his nails before he looked to you, his face seemingly shocked before it softened as he sent you a smile. You weren’t quite sure what was going on so you quickly excused yourself from the girl’s conversation and made your way over to him just as Chilly was leaving. Slotting yourself in between his legs as he held you at your waist.

‘You okay, love? You look like you’ve seen a a ghost’ you laughed and he gave you a reassuring smile before kissing your jaw.

‘Of course. It’s nothing I promise’

‘You sure?’

‘Positive’ he smiled before kissing your neck, making your tummy flutter. ‘Shall we get you another drink?’ He offered, taking you by the hand back into the kitchen and you couldn’t help but notice how he seemed a little on edge, his eyes darting across the room every time someone moved but his eyes always softened whenever they looked into yours.

‘Y/n!’ You heard Sophia shout from outside the kitchen as you giggled as you pulled away from him.

‘I think I’m being summoned. See you in a bit?’ You laughed and he kissed your forehead whilst nodding before letting you go.

You couldn’t get your mind off of Masons sudden change in mood, looking out for him constantly and when you returned from a quick trip to the loo, you had a feeling you knew what was wrong.

Mason was stood up right, his arms crossed over his chest almost defensively as he stood talking in a small group. You could recognise Chilly and Reece but the curvy brunette with legs for days was unfamiliar to you. She stood with her back to you as she spoke animatedly to them, all laughing but you could tell Masons was only laughing out of politeness as his eyes were glued to the floor. The thing that really made you tick though was the way she kept placing her hand on his arm and leaning into him even when he moved away from her but you felt weird for spying and made your way back to the group of girlfriends you were with.

‘Do you know who that is?’ You asked Sophia, motioning over to the mystery girl but Sophia just shrugged so you nodded, figuring it must be a friend of theirs that he’d never mentioned before but you were still on edge about the whole thing, getting bad vibes from here even though you knew nothing about her.

‘Do you fancy going to sit outside for a bit, I feel I like I’m overheating in here’ Sophia laughed and you agreed, following her out to the much quieter garden where you sat by the pool, nursing your drinks and quizzing her about the upcoming trip her and Kai were about to make back home.

‘Oh my god, you’re Sophia right?’ You suddenly heard, the thick American accent unfamiliar to you but as you looked up you saw the same girl who was stood talking to Mason not too long ago. You recognised her short purple satin dress and flowing hair but looking at her face now there was no denying she was beautiful. Big brown eyes and pouty lips with her makeup done to perfection and you felt inadequate almost immediately as she took a seat opposite the pair of you. ‘I met Kai a few summers back, really sweet guy you’ve got a keeper there’ she smiled and Sophia laughed awkwardly as her eyes flashed to you, clearly noticing how she was completely ignoring your existence. ‘I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself, my names Ruby’ she nodded before her eyes finally fell to you. ‘You’re y/n, right?’ She asked, the same smile on her face but it didn’t quite reach her eyes now as she looked down at you. Her tone now seeming slightly disinterested as her face took on an unimpressed expression.

‘Um yeah, that’s me’ you nodded uncomfortably and you watched her eyebrows raise sarcastically.

‘I thought so, Masons told me all about you’ she told you, her eyes flickering over you before she plastered a fake smile on her face.

‘Oh? You know Mason?’

‘Of course, I mean we haven’t spoken in just over a year but I guess I know why now’ she winked and your blood ran cold at what she was implying. ‘I’m glad he’s finally found someone after everything I put him through’ she laughed and you had to bite your lip to try and stop yourself from crying.

‘The guys have never mentioned you before’ Sophia said, holding you hand under the table as she could tell you were a little uneasy about the whole situation and you were grateful she was there and seemed to be sticking up for you.

‘I’ve been travelling for a while so I haven’t really been around that much. I was definitely closest with Mason like we hung out all the time for months but he’s hard to get ahold of now and there’s obviously reasons he’s never spoken about me. I thought it might be cute to surprise him after not seeing him for so long’ she laughed ‘I get it though, he’s moved on and he doesn’t need me like he did. I guess it’s my fault in the first place since I left. I mean he practically begged me not to but I told him I can’t stay in London forever you know? I wasn’t ready to tie myself down but yeah I’m back now so I guess we’ll see what happens’ she laughed and you felt her look over at you but your eyes were focused on your lap as you couldn’t quite face looking at her. ‘I’m surprised he’s not out here with you, our Masey has always been a clingy one huh? It felt like he never let me out of his sight sometimes’ She giggled and you felt the anger boil up inside you, squeezing Sophia’s hand to try and calm yourself and let her know you were uncomfortable.

‘Well I guess Mason knows he’s got nothing to worry about with y/n’ Sophia quipped and you watched as Ruby scowled ever so slightly at her.

‘Anyway, it was great to meet you guys. I better go make the rounds but I’ll see you guys in a bit’ she told you and you put on your brave face to say goodbye to her. your gaze following her all the way inside.

As soon as she was out of sight you let out a wobbly breath, your eyes stinging immediately as you swallowed hard. You knew Sophia was looking down at you sympathetically and you couldn’t face any of that right now but when she pulled you into her arms you almost lost it.

‘Please don’t listen to a word she said. I was around back then and I don’t remember her at all. Whatever she had with Mason she’s probably making it out to be way more than it was’

‘It’s fine’ you laughed wiping your eyes as she rubbed up and down your back gently. ‘Honestly, like I get he has a past and stuff I just don’t need it rubbed in my face’

‘Yes there was no need for any of what she said, she’s clearly just jealous and trying to get under you skin’

‘Well it worked’ you laughed, rolling you eyes as you tried to let her know you were okay.

‘Shall I go find Mason?’ She offered but you shook you head. Not ready to be face to face with him yet as it was just clicking now that he’d known she was here and didn’t warn you. ‘Looks like he found us first’ she whispered, casing you to look up and see Mason walking over to you, his face full of confusion as he took the pair of you in. Sophia stood up, squeezing your shoulder before making way for Mason. You knew they were whispering about you but you ignored them as you wiped your eyes to try and make yourself look a bit more presentable for him and not let him know you were upset.

‘Baby? Talk to me, what’s wrong?’ Mason asked you gently, kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your thighs as he tried to catch your eyes. You knew he knew what was wrong and you didn’t want to tell him right now so you kept your eyes down and your mouth shut. You heard him sigh quietly before kissing your forehead. ‘Would you like to go?’

‘Yes please’ you whispered and you didn’t refuse him when he held his hand out for you to take. You followed him out, using the side door so you could slip out without anyone noticing and once he’d joined you in the car you kept your eyes trained out the window. ‘Can you take me home please’ you told him quietly and you saw him nod out the corner of your eye.

‘Yeah, I’m taking us home, babe’

‘No. Not your house. I want to go home’

‘What? Why?’

‘I just want to go home. I want my own bed’ you told him quietly, hearing him gulp as he started the car.

‘Baby’ he sighed but you ignored him, moving your hands away so he couldn’t hold any part of you.

‘Please’ you told him quietly and you heard him let out a heavy sigh before he drove off. You both sat in silence, you in your own little world as you thought over everything Ruby had said to you. You knew Mason hadn’t been in a long term relationship for a few years before he’d met you and he’d fooled around with a few girls in that chunk of time but this whole situation made you feel uncomfortable.

It wasn’t long before he was driving up your road and you sent a quick text to your housemate to let her know you’d be in shortly as not to give her a heart attack but Mason had other ideas. Not even stopping outside your building as he carried on straight passed without a word.

‘Mason? What are you doing? I said I wanted to go home’

‘I know’

‘Well can you turn around then please’

‘No. We’re going to mine and we’re talking about this. If you want me to take you home after then fine but I’m not letting you go and leaving things like this’ he told you calmly and you felt your eyes sting, turning to face out the window so he couldn’t see how upset you were. You didn’t want to talk to him about this right now, you wanted to rant so you could get a coherent response together before addressing it with him but he clearly had other plans, driving back to his in silence as you replayed Ruby’s words in your head.

Once he was parked, you got out of the car before he could say anything else and you let yourself in with the key he’d gifted you a few weeks ago. You didn’t know where you wanted to go and you ended up in the kitchen so you could grab yourself a drink of water. You were beginning to wonder where he was when he emerged, his face full of guilt as he caught your eye.

‘Are you gonna talk to me?’ He asked quietly

‘Do you not have anything to say first?’

‘I’m guessing Ruby spoke to you? Whatever she said it’s probably bullshit’

‘Why didn’t you tell me who she was? Or that she was there?’ You asked, your voice wobbly as you let your emotions take over. Mason looked heart broken as he looked over to you, starting to take a step so he could comfort you but you held your hands up to halt his movements.

‘Baby, please’

‘No, Mase. I feel like an idiot’ you told him, tears falling from your eyes from a mix of sadness and frustration. He completely ignored your signals for him to keep away from you and pulled you into his arms. You cursed the way you melted into him as your tears flowed quicker but you saw no use in trying to fight him off not matter how upset you were. He started rubbing slow circles on your back as you covered your face, sobbing into your hands. You hated how emotional you got over these things but it had taken a lot for you to open yourself up to Mason and this felt like a bit of a slap in the face.

Yours and Masons lives were a million miles apart and that was one of the reasons why you held back so much when the pair of you first met. You didn’t feel like you could belong in his world full of money and nice things whilst you were busting a gut at at your 9-5 whilst studying in the evenings but he always told you none of that mattered and he made you feel worthy. You knew you weren’t like like girls he’d spoken to in the past, Ruby being a prime example, but he made you feel loved and cherished and you felt like you were good for him as much as he was good for you.

‘You’re not an idiot baby. Please don’t think that. I’m the idiot.’ He told you with a laugh but you weren’t in the mood to laugh along with him. ‘Please don’t cry. I hate seeing you upset, love’ he whispered, kissing over your hairline gently but you didn’t have the courage to look up at him. You felt his arms drop to your thighs, hooking underneath and lifting you up so your legs and arms wrapped around him, your face hidden in his neck as he walked you out of the room and upstairs to bed. He laid you down and rolled you onto your side before crawling in behind you so he could spoon you.

You weren’t the best at speaking about your feelings and Mason knew this. The pair of you realised how much easier it was to to talk things out when you weren’t looking at each others faces so you often spent serious chats cuddled up like this. He let you calm down and get your breath back before kissing over your shoulder gently.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you she was there. Chilly told me just before you came over to ask what was wrong and I panicked. I didn’t want to upset you and I figured she’d stay away from you so I thought it would just be best not to say anything’ he told you quietly and you shut your eyes so you could focus on your thoughts.

‘I get that, it just sucks. Like I feel like everyone was in on it and I wasn’t like some sort of joke’

‘That’s not it at all baby, I was trying to protect you’ he claimed, holding you to him a little bit tighter. ‘Tell me what she said so I can tell you it’s all rubbish’ he whispered and you felt a fresh wave of tears form in your eyes but you swallowed them down, wanting to let Mason know why you were so upset.

‘She said she knew you from a few years ago, that she left to go traveling and you’d begged her to stay and she didn’t and then basically accused me of being the reason you and her don’t speak now. Like she was the one that got away and she called you our Masey and said you were clingy’ you told him and you felt him sigh deeply behind you. ‘She also said she was back now like I should be worried about it like one look at her will make you leave me’

‘Sweetheart, I was never hers to begin with’ he huffed and you could feel him getting agitated. ‘I met her a few summers back when I was in America and she told me she was coming to visit England soon. We kept in touch and yeah when she came over for a couple of months we had a bit of thing. She told me after a month or so she wanted something serious with me but I didn’t. Like as shit as it sounds, I only saw her as someone to mess around with’ he told you, his words stinging you slightly as it felt weird to hear him talk about other girls, especially in this way. ‘She told me she was leaving if I didn’t change my mind so I told her to go cause I wouldn’t be. It was never my intention to have a girlfriend I just wanted a bit of fun for the summer. She was blowing up my phone constantly telling me I was making a mistake and that she could be good for me but I just ignored her and she stopped eventually but it’s obviously pissed her off. And like I get it maybe I was a bit of a dick to her but I was clear with her from the start what I wanted and she agreed to it’

You believed him but it didn’t make any of what he was saying or what had happened any easier to swallow.

‘So it wasn’t a proper relationship?’ You asked him softly and you felt him pull you towards him to he could kiss your cheek.

‘Not at all. She came to a few parties with me and yeah we slept together a few times but never in here like I never bought her home’ he told you and you felt yourself let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. ‘It was supposed to be just a bit of fun but she clearly had other ideas. But that’s besides the point, I should of told you who she was so you were prepared at least or stuck with you so she would of left you alone. I would say I can’t believe she made all that up but I can actually’ he sighed, and you could his eyes rolling in his head through his voice.

‘Look Mase, it’s none of my business what you got up to before me-‘

‘I want you to know though’ he interrupted ‘not because I’m being weird or anything, but I want you to know she meant nothing to me. Why do you think I fought so hard to be with you? Cause she didn’t make me feel a fraction of what you do and I knew you were meant to be mine from the second I saw you’ he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile along with him. ‘I’m yours yeah? Nothing changes that’

‘I just wished you would of told me who she was’

‘I know baby, that’s my bad. I’m so so sorry, I knew as soon as I saw you looking upset outside I’d messed up. Breaks my heart seeing you cry’

‘I just feel a bit silly’ you whispered and you felt Mason pull away from you a little bit before turning you around to look at him. He face was full of sympathy as he wiped under you eyes and kissed your forehead gently.

‘Please don’t think that. I don’t and neither does anyone else. She’s not worth getting upset about I swear. She’s obviously just jealous of you, that I’m giving your what she wanted but I haven’t wanted this with anyone until you came along. But I am sorry, I know if I was in your shoes I would of kicked off a lot more than you have’ he told you gently.

‘Did you talk to her about me?’

‘I told her I have a girlfriend but that’s about it. I don’t want her knowing our business. She spoke to Chilly and Reece more than me’

‘She said you’d told her all about me’

‘Well like I said, she talks bullshit. She saw you in a picture on chilly’s phone that’s the only reason she knew who you were’ he told you and you nodded before nestling into his chest. Breathing in his scent so you could calm down. ‘Do you still want to go home?’ He asked timidly, almost as if he was expecting you to say yes but you shook your head and felt him relax under you. ‘Okay good. How about I run us a bath and we just chill out for a bit yeah? I’ll light some candles and make it as bubbly as I can for you’ he told you and he held you even tighter as he felt you laugh into his chest, gently tilting your face up so you’d look at him. ‘I love you so much, you know that right? And I’d never do anything to hurt you, not intentionally anyway’

‘I know. I love you too’ you whispered reaching up to kiss him finally and he hummed appreciatively into your mouth.

‘I’m so sorry I ruined your night. I bet you won’t wanna go out with me again’ he laughed and you shook your head as you both sat up. ‘I promise next time I’ll make sure she’s nowhere near us. I’ll be honest I’m not sure why she was there in the first place actually’ he told you, rolling his eyes.

‘Let’s just forget about her. Come on you owe me a bath’ you chuckled and kissed his forehead before getting up.

‘I’ll meet you in there yeah?’ He questioned and you nodded before walking over to his mirror, trying to clean away the mascara stains that littered your cheeks as you took in your puffy eyes and red nose. You got lost in your own thoughts, jumping slightly as you felt Mason wrap his arms around you from behind. ‘You ready my love?’ He whispered in your ear as he kissed the side of your head gently. You smiled at him through the mirror and nodded, turning to kiss him gently and he kissed you back just as sweetly. Setting your skin alight as you got lost in each other, trying to let the other know things were okay. ‘Come on you’ he whispered, bumping his nose against yours gently ‘bath will go cold if you keep me out here any longer’ he joked before taking your hand and leading you into the bathroom. The whole Ruby saga out of you head for now as you dreamt of being warm and cozy in Masons arms.

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No.42 Chapter 3

Art Donaldson x reader slow burn friends to lovers

Sorry for the wait! The day I set aside to get loads done on this I ended up having to visit a family member in hospital, he’s much much better now. Anyway oversharing. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I loved writing it. Let me know if you wanna be added to my tag list 💕

Part 1

Part 2

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You woke up on Saturday morning to a missed text from Art.

7:58am - text from Art

Sorry if I woke you when I left. Gone to play hard court today hope you slept alright on that couch.

The sudden realisation that you were not in fact in your bed hit you almost as hard as the loose spring in your back. You groaned, reaching for some leftover pizza. None left. You groaned again.

9:26am - text to Art

Did you eat all your pizza?

To your surprise the boy replied immediately, showcasing his ability to read your mind.

9:27am - text from Art

Afraid so :) Look in the fridge if you’re so hungry

The fridge, despite the tightness of your apartment, had never looked so far away. You’d rather wait the nine hours for Art to return and pass food to you through a funnel. He could create some sort of feeding tube, perhaps he could fashion it out of one of the dozen tennis ball containers Patrick left lying around. You hadn’t seen the floor in years.

It took you almost thirty minutes to peel your lifeless body off the sofa and trudge the eight metres to the fridge. Before all of your fingers had grasped the cold metal you caught it. The smell.

The month you and Patrick were flat hunting had been a difficult one, full of stress and disappointments. A week before you found the flat you now called home, Art had found crying outside your favourite pancake place. You didn’t know if Patrick had texted him, giving him a heads up of your less than stellar mood and where to find you, or if he had simply ran into you by accident but one minute he was there.

The two of you had shared your favourite, strawberry and kiwi pancakes with whipped cream, despite having never spent time alone together previously and it hadn’t been awkward. Any awkwardness had come from your inability to keep your emotions to yourself and not a mess for all to see. Art hadn’t minded in fact, unbeknownst to you, he’d greatly enjoyed your company and had had a shitty day himself before your talk.

10:02am - text to Art

Did I ever mention I love you living here??

Sitting proudly in the fridge, in between Patrick’s abandoned pasta and your pathetic amount of cheese, was a plate of strawberry and kiwi pancakes. You looked at the pile of washing up and noticed essence of strawberry still dripping from the chopping board next to a whisk and bowl.

‘God damn…’ you actually moaned aloud at the first bite. Not only were they delicious but they’d been made especially for you for no reason. No one had ever made you breakfast before, unless you counted the time Patrick threw a box of muffins at your head to wake you up for school. It often didn’t take a great amount of effort to impress you, something maybe a therapist needed to hear about, but you felt justified being impressed with Art for this. They were truly wonderful.

10:20am - text from Art

Come thank me in person if you want, Liam is taking another break

You couldn’t help but smile at his little dig at Liam, whether intentional or not it told you everything you needed to know: Art was the better player. Art was always the better player, he usually wiped the floor with anyone who wasn’t Patrick.

It was only a twenty minute walk to Stanford and although you were ashamed to admit it … you had nothing better to do on a Saturday morning. You decided to pack your laptop, so you could kid yourself that this was a productive thing and not just an excuse to watch Art sweat. The damn thing wouldn’t even get opened and you knew it.

It was a hot day, even for Summer it was unforgiving. You pulled at your tank top, attempting to negate any sweat stains by leaving a gap between your wet skin and the thin fabric. No such luck, the car window reflection of yourself showed you the harsh reality. How did Art do it? How did he look sexy whilst sweating? You felt like a drowned dog, heaving and panting in the back of a muggy car trying to see past the drops of sweat in your lashes.

You reached Stanford earlier than you expected and to your great satisfaction, saw no Art present. That gave you ample time to tidy yourself up in the toilets before meeting him. The college had crisp air con, much better than the pathetic excuse for a fan you and Patrick would crowd round on hot days.

Art didn’t text you directions because he didn’t need to. He knew you’d visited Patrick enough times to know your way around all the tennis courts, hard or otherwise. It didn’t take you long to find the right one.

‘Fuck!’

You scanned the indoor courts for the source of the outburst. Art, third court from the left and he was not happy. For a moment you teetered on your feet, unsure if it was better to wait a bit before interfering with their clearly tense match. Before you could make a decision however-

‘Y/N!’

Liam spotted you, putting his racket down immediately to wave you over. He’d once gotten drunk and told Patrick how much he liked you but that it had been so long ago that you’d almost forgotten and his new girlfriend was a tennis star. On the ‘up and up’ as Patrick’s dad would say.

Although Liam’s hug was intense, sweaty and pretty uncomfortable you were too focused on Art to cringe. He was rubbing his face with his hands, looking more pained than you’d ever seen him. You didn’t know why. He’d been playing well before you arrived.

Noticing the object of your frown, Liam suddenly grinned even wider. ‘He just lost the third set.’ Art took a large swig of water, not noticing the way you stared in awe at the angle of his jaw and the wet curls on his forehead. He was too focused on the racket he was clutching fiercely enough to force the veins of his forearm to pull your attention.

‘I know it’s not over yet,’ Liam panted slightly, clearly Art had still run him ragged. ‘But this never happens - never.’ In the years they’d played together, Liam had never beaten Art. Not in singles or doubles. Not on hard court. Not on clay or grass. Never. You were not convinced, however, that poor Liam had never won a set before so you voiced your opinion without thinking.

‘Art, you can still win. It’s fine!’

Art shot you a glare. It didn’t last long but it burned you a little, the intensity of it. He wanted so badly for you to be right, for it to not matter to him. ‘It’s just a game’ well it wasn’t to Art. It was his entire future and if he lost - if he lost ever - it was him throwing that future away.

‘You’ll win the fourth.’ You smiled, reassuringly. That lifted Art a little and bruised his partner.

‘I thought we were stopping for a bit since Y/N’s here.’ Art watched your face for a reaction, daring you to decide for the three of them. Without removing your eyes from Art you smiled. ‘No, no. I’ll watch.’

You watched them play for another hour and a half. Art just won the fourth set, by the narrowest of margins but that gave him the confidence boost he badly needed to destroy Liam in the fifth. Th-wack! Smash. Th-wack! Slice. Th-wack! Topspin. You were honestly confused why Liam bothered serving. If it had been you - well - let’s just say the floor would have made a more than sufficient bed. It was certainly making a sufficient seat for you to watch Liam get massacred. God was Art good.

‘You win…’ Liam was dripping, his white shirt almost see-through. ‘I need a sec…’ So did you. It was practically a workout just watching them. You clapped as Art walked over to you, looking very satisfied with his win. ‘You happy now?’

‘Very.’

As Liam rung out his shirt, Art gestured to the court with his racket. ‘You and me. One game.’ His eyes were full of amusement.

‘Ha.’

You’d die.

‘One set?’ He smirked, desperate for you to humour him. Not today. ‘Absolutely not.’ You laughed, standing up.

‘Actually, I’d love lunch right now,’ Liam’s suggestion was a necessity. ‘After a shower.’ And so was his afterthought. They both needed one desperately. Art’s hair didn’t even look blonde anymore.

‘Yeah you two go, I’ll wait then we can get food. I’m not super hungry but I can always eat.’

Liam was already rushing to the showers, practically leaving a pool of loser evidence behind him but Art heard. He looked like he was waiting for something from you and for a moment, in your haze, you wondered what. Oh!

‘The pancakes,’

‘Hm.’

‘De-licious.’

‘Good.’

You could tell he was happier with your compliment than he was letting on. The truth was Art craved praise, mostly for tennis but for anything he accomplished. It didn’t matter if he’d made a three tier cake, organised a trip or won every set in a match he wanted to know he’d done good.

‘Seriously, how did you even find the recipe?’ The two of you walked together out of the hall. ‘I’ve been asking the staff for years, pretty sure they hate me now actually.’

‘I have my ways.’ He grinned. ‘Now, I’m gonna go shower-‘

‘Good, you stink.’

‘Fuck off.’

Chapter 4

Masterlist

Taglist: @gatorgirl007 @imblushingrn

[thvshusband]

sub!brahms x soft femdom reader: his first time

tags: extremely horny and desperate brahms, blowjob, fingering (f. receiving), breast play, titty sucking, riding, creampie, sooo much praise

pet names: good boy, mommy

a/n: sorry for such a long and unexpected hiatus! my anxiety and writer’s block has been taking a toll on me, but i’m back :) i love all the support i’ve received :) thanks for reading, i love you 💕

NSFW below the cut

since the day you moved in, he’d been watching you. he’s always been turned on way too easily, and yet you make him even more feral. before your first shower there, he watched you through the walls, touching himself through his pants. he tried his best to keep quiet, but you got him so worked up a few breathy moans slipped out, but you didn’t notice. as he got more comfortable around you, of course he becomes sloppy and starts hinting at his presence. once he revealed himself to you and it was time for his goodnight kiss, all he could think about is how much he wanted to feel your lips on his and fuck you until he couldn’t feel his legs anymore.

when you kiss the painted lips of his mask, he took the opportunity to kiss you passionately, yet very inexperienced and sloppy. you guide him and correct him while his hands roamed around your body. he reaches up and squeezes your boobs, causing you to moan into the kiss. you break the kiss to take off your shirt and brahms stares at your chest without shame before pulling your bra down and watching himself squeeze and play with your boobs. it was so much better to see your tits in hands than seeing them while you’re getting a shower or imagining it while jerking off.

“i wanna put my mouth on them, please y/n, i’ve been so good for you,” brahms begs. you nod in response, a green light for what he wants to do to you. as soon as you let him, he puts one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking softly.

“mmh, fuck brahms,” you moan, loving the masked man’s lips around your areola.

you’re so wet you can feel a wet spot starting to form in your panties. you palm his dick, causing him to buck his hips into your hand, making him more desperate. he moves his hands to your ass, pulling up your skirt to showcase your comfy pink frilly panties, which happened to be his favorite. that’s why he picked today out of all days to reveal himself to you. he sticks his fingers in the band of your panties, impatient to take them off. you start grinding his hard dick through his pants against your pussy only covered by a semi thin layer of comfy silk. he whimpers and moans in response. after only about two minutes, you can tell he is getting close.

“wanna be your good boy,” brahms whines almost incoherently, “wanna make you feel good.”

this gives you the idea of letting him do what he has been fantasizing about since the day you got there. you get up and slide off your panties before getting on the bed and spreading your legs, showing brahms how turned on he made you. he practically almost cums in his pants when you do that, he eagerly crawls to you on the bed and asks for permission.

“may i? please?” he begs, longing to touch you.

when you nod your head as a green light, he spreads your cunt open and looks at it, covered in your sticky juices. he slides his middle finger up and down your slit before slipping it in. his finger is moving slowly so you can adjust to it. you quietly moan in response, bucking your hips slightly to have more stimulation.

“such a pretty pussy, y/n, wanna touch it more,” brahms shyly praises you, glad you can’t tell how flustered he is under the mask. in response to this, you wrap your legs around him.

he had learned how you touch yourself and what kind of porn you watched or listened to. if you left your phone unlocked while you were preoccupied, he would steal it and look through all he could on your phone, including all of your intimate texts and search history. this would not only help fuel his fantasies but learn how you liked to be fucked, especially since he almost knew he’d be in this situation someday.

“can i? please, i’ve been so good i wanna be your good boy,” brahms asks before he puts another finger in.

“yes, brahms, please,” you whine. you were beyond horny at this point, his agonizingly slow finger fucking wasn’t enough to even begin soothing your need to be fucked by him.

you reach down and take your middle and ring fingers to in between your legs and start rubbing in circles. soon the room became filled with “mmh”s and “fuck”s as your secret admirer began picking up the pace. he knew you were close, and he loved the fact that he was bringing you to your high. you gradually started bucking your hips more, rubbing your clit more aggressively.

“brahms, im gonna cum!” you choke out between moans and whimpers.

he starts going faster while bending over and sucking on your nipple gently. as you finish, your legs shake and you buck your hips, your orgasm covering brahms’ fingers. he pulls them out of you and looks at the mess you made on them. he turns away and puts his fingers under his mask and into his mouth, tasting them.

“you taste amazing, mommy. wanna make you cum again all over me,” he utters after pulling his mask back down and going over to you again. he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants before pulling them off, his boxer briefs follwing soon after, along with his cardigan and tank top. you saw how hung and thick he was, it couldn’t be less than seven inches. his tip was smeared with precum. he was already very close to orgasm, so you decide to give him his first blowjob.

you make him lay down on the bed as you lay on top of him starting at his waist. you lick from the start of the base to the top of his tip, he whimpers in response. you wrap your mouth around his entire tip while driving your hands up and down the base. you swirl your tongue around his slit. his breath hitches and he starts bucking his hips, the tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag. you let go of his cock and place his hand on the back of your head, pressing down for him. he understands what you want him to do and grabs your hair, pushing your head up and down while thrusting his hips upwards.

“mommy, mommy, thank you” he yelps out, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum. can i cum? please!” he begs, desperate to finish. he pulls your head up so you can get some air and respond to him.

“yes, you can brahms,” you say, panting before he shoves your head back down so your mouth swallows his throbbing cock. he releases his hot and sticky semen down your throat, yelping as he does so.

“thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” he yells out, almost incoherently.

you take your mouth off his dick and swallow his cum before straddling him and sticking his still throbbing dick inside of you. he places his hands on your hips and helps guide you up and down fast.

“mmh, feels so good. you’re so tight and wet, mommy!” brahms yells out, nearing another orgasm. usually he doesn’t cum this fast, but you got him so worked up and you’re making his late night fantasies come true.

you place your hands on his hairy chest as you bounce at a steady pace. brahms reaches around to slap your ass and grab it.

“you’re so perfect, mommy. i want to make you cum while i’m inside you, i wanna suck on your tits again while you cum mommy,” brahms begs.

you bend over and feel his lips latch around your nipple while he squeezes the other boob with his hand. he reaches his free hand down to rub your clit. you can tell he is desperate to make you cum.

soon enough, you cum and feel him thrust up into you, both of you finishing at the same time. he lets go of your chest and you ride out your high. you get up off of him and lay down next to him, both of you tired and out of breath.

“come on, let’s get you cleaned up. i’ll start the bath,” you get up off the bed and head to the bathroom, you start the water in the bathtub and plug it.

you drag brahms into the bathroom after what seems like forever and get him to lay in the tub. you start lathering his dark curly hair. after you rinse out the soap, you wash his body and get him out of the tub before getting a bath yourself.

when you both get done cleaning up, you spend time cuddling until you fall asleep on his chest.

[ayyyez]

Okay okay, I finally have an idea! Kakashi's love languages: can be fluff, can be smut, or just a mix. The request is either: what are Kakashi's love languages and how does he show them, or the five times Kakashi showed you his love language through:

words of affirmation

acts of service

gifts

quality time

physical touch

...and that time he received those languages back! Hahahaha enjoy😂💕 Thank you bby 😘

A/N: Heeeey Topsy 💕 ohhhhh okay okay this is interesting I like this idea so for sure I can do this for you lovely. Aha thank you 💕 I did a mix of both fluff and smut!

TAGS: love languages, fluff, smut, under the cut is smut, it got real sappy sweet and deep in some parts, this is very long lmao

CHARACTERS: Kakashi Hatake

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

When Kakashi is younger he is short and harsh. The only words akin to praise you'll get out of him is something along the lines of 'I guess that was tolerable.' in terms of you holding your own as a shinobi or 'I guess your presence is tolerable.' if you aren't a shinobi.

That's glowing praise from him back then.

As he grows older his words are softer, more meaningfully affirming.

'Good job.' Finds his lips more and more. He finds it doesn't feel so uncomfortable anymore—praising you.

He thanks you for things often too. Kakashi knows all to well that simple appreciation for things can come to late. He always wants to make sure you know he's thankful for you.

My god is he thankful for you.

There's also the more teasing natured strung together moments.

'Yes just like that.' The words are thick and sweet like honey on his tongue. 'You're so good, mmm, feels so good.'

Kakashi spreads his fingers through your hair as you take more of his cock deeper into your mouth.

'All for me.' He doesn't mean to pull your hair so hard but the love he has for you spurs on a wave of possessiveness he didn't know he had. 'All mine.'

It's moments like these, when he's so vulnerable that he finds he can't shut up and the words just spill out.

'You look so good ah—' he grunts and hunches forward, 'so good taking me like this.'

You look up at him through heavy lashes, moaning a little with his cock still in your mouth. The vibrations cause him to shudder and if it weren't for the mouthful you'd be smirking.

Another deep throat and vibrating moan and Kakashi is cumming, words of praise falling from his lips the entire time.

From you the words of affirmation are a must.

Kakashi thrives on them even if he doesn't realise it as first. He can just get so down on himself that it can really bring him to life at times even if he doesn't alway believe it. He needs to hear it.

The first time you told him you love him he doesn't believe it.

The two of you are at your apartment. It's somewhere he can leave because you know sometimes it gets a bit much for him and he needs space.

You're standing in the kitchen together laughing about something and you feel it. You want to say it even if he doesn't quite feel that way yet. You want him to know.

'I love you.'

There's a pregnant pause.

The laughters stopped and you can hear a pin drop the tension is palpable.

Kakashi is frozen like a statue. The one visable eye is wide and you can see the fear behind it. But you had expected this, you knew him after all, it has been this way the entire relationship.

You always took one step at a time, forward and holding your hand out to him to let him know it's safe to follow.

'It's alright.' You say, soft smile across your lips. 'I just wanted to tell you because it's how I feel. I'm not expecting anything.'

His shoulders relax a little and he takes a deep breath.

He takes a minute.

'Sorry.' He finally says. 'I shouldn't need to process that. But—'

'It's okay.'

He sighs, looking toward the balcony door.

'You can go.' You assure. 'I'll be here when you're ready.'

'Sorry.' Is all he says before he disappears into the village.

Later that night when you're tucked in bed you're jolted awake with Kakashi hovering over you, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

'Is everything alr—'

'Thank you.' He quickly says before adding. 'For being so good with me even though I'm so...' He groans and collapses on top of you.

You chuckle and stroke his hair.

Kakashi pushes himself up and stares down at you intently.

'I love you too.' He says with such confidence it overwhelms you. 'I knew it the second you said it, I don't know why I couldn't just say it then but I'm saying it now so—'

You grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him.

ACTS OF SERVICE

Kakashi is the kind of person who makes sure you're eating healthy and balanced meals. Will cook for you when he's home. Since he learnt at a young age (cries the angst!) he's had a lot of experience doing it and it makes him happy to cook for more than one person.

Will learn your favourite recipes and foods and incorporate them into his cooking routines.

Teaches you how to cook if you don't know. Is willing to swap recipes and skills if you do know. Likes sharing this with you along with the reasons behind why he had to learn to cook for himself. It takes time for him to share this though.

If he's busy doing missions or Hokage things he doesn't always get time to clean much but when he does get time he likes to surprise you by doing the house cleaning chores.

Will also spoil you every now and again with surprise trips to the hotsprings to give you some time to relax and unwind.

Kakashi is the kind of guy to just do things unprompted anyway. Things like cleaning, cooking, taking out the trash.

VERY BIG on service in the bedroom too. A very big communicator there. Will look for cues to make sure you're getting pleasure but also asks like 'You like that?' and 'Tell me what you want?'

Tell him to go down on you and he will. Sometimes will deadass just do it if you look like you could use the release (with your consent of course). He's the kind of lover who can get you off and be fine leaving it there.

One time he came back from a mission and he went down on you and made you cum three times with his mouth and hands. He ended up cumming in his pants with a little bit of friction from his hand because he was so turned on just watching and tending to you.

With you it's doing little things to help him out when you can.

Getting a lunch to him when he is Hokage whether its homemade or bought because it gets him to stop work and eat BUT it's also a chance to spend quality time together.

Tidying up his clothes and pack after he's just come back from a mission and feels dead to the world.

Helping him wash either in the bath or shower. It's just something to unwind but also if he's exhausted it genuinely does help him clean without the effort.

Doing the laundry for him so it's one thing less to do. It just piles up so quickly.

Cooking extra food on the days you cook breakfast even though he said he would cook dinner just in case he is too tired or comes home too late. That way there's something to eat in the fridge and he doesn't feel guilty. You just know him.

When he's had a long week and you don't have plans tomorrow and he's in the mood? Just pining him down and showing him a good time. Really taking your time and kissing each spot. Slowly dragging out that hand job. Edging him a little. Turning it into a blowjob. Giving him the best orgasm of his life. Then the best sex of his life. And another amazing time with both of you cumming hard.

GIFTS

Kakashi doesn't give gifts often. At least not grand or regular gifts often.

There's the odd lunch here and there in the early days or food item in general. It's always under guise of making sure you're eating healthy too. Which is half true. He did just want to give something to you too.

Honestly he would probably get a bunch of fish half off or something and think it's a great gift to give you some BECAUSE WHAT A STEAL? How could he not share this with you? lmao he's a dork okay he's not some suave guy, I'm sorry.

Probably gifts practical things too. Like tea sets or rice cookers. You don't have a rice cooker? He's getting you one lmao.

If he did get you something though it would be something hand crafted like a braded strap or something that could go around your wrist like a bracelet or neck like a necklace. Something that fit your taste.

Kakashi is also not the best at receiving gifts that aren't of a practical nature because he feels he doesn't deserve them and feels that they ought to be for occassions anyway. Generally prefers inexpensive gifts for himself.

If you give him things of a similar nature of what he's given you then he'll be really happy. Appreciates it a lot.

Gifting him food things is the way into his heart. Home cooked meals really get his heart racing. The first time you gifted him food he thought he was going to overheat he was blushing so hard.

Enjoys a good bottle of sake now and then too.

There was one birthday of his where you spoiled him with food and a trip to the hotsprings. Then when you came home you gave him one last gift which was you. Lets just say he died and went to heaven that night.

QUALITY TIME

Kakashi really likes quality time with you as long as you don't expect quantity time since he is quite busy. When it's just the two of you though he's all about you.

He really relies on spending time with you to ground him.

Quality time with you means he gets to unwind, relax and just be himself without anything else getting in the way. It's when he's the happiest. It's the thing he looks forward to the most.

It doesn't matter what the two of you are doing as long as you're together. He does make a habit of making sure to at least treat you out every now and again. He'd hate for you to feel like you're always stuck at home with him all the time. He braces the village night life and lunch dates for you.

It's how the two of you combined love for food and each other together. Date times out at food places every now and again become a hit. Trying different dishes. Judging whether or not Kakashi can replicate them.

Sometimes it is just spending time at home and taking the time to cook together, bathe together and have some pillow talk together.

Long, slow make outs on the couch while Kakashi tells you about his day. He'll kiss your neck then tell you about what Shikamaru said about some reports. You'll pull his hair, snort and say something back. The ultimate multitasking team.

You make sure to visit him in the Hokage office on days you know he won't make it back home until late. Sometimes you'll just stay there for awhile and help out.

You call yourself his unofficial assistant.

'Where does this document go?' You ask sitting on his desk.

'Hmm?' Kakashi takes a moment, reading the rest of his scroll before looking up. 'Oh those can go on that pile there for Shikamaru when he comes back.'

'Right.'

You sort the document, along with the others of the same category into the pile mentioned.

'When is he coming back?'

Kakashi doesn't look up. 'Hopefully not for awhile. I fear he's going to bring even more documents if he does.'

An idea pops into your head as you swing your legs over to his side of the desk. It doesn't go unnoticed by him. His brow raising as he continues to read through the scroll in his hand.

'Since we're all alone...' You begin, trailing off suggestively.

Kakashi looks up at you uncertain. 'Yes?'

'Perhaps we could...help you relax a little?'

'Oh?' Kakashi places the scroll down and sits back. 'And how are we going to do that?

He looks at you already amused.

You slide down from the desk and place your hands on his shoulders. Inching closer, your thighs shuffling either side of his as you come to stand over him.

'Mmm, I have a few ideas.'

You sit down onto his lap causing him to gasp on impact.

Before he can get a word out your lips are on his. In seconds his hands are on your waist. Instead of pulling you off he's pulling you closer and kissing you harder.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

Probably Kakashi's main love language. A lot of the times words just fail him and he's just seeking out your touch and needs to show you his love through physical means.

Kisses your temple after pulling you by the waist. Kisses your forehead with his hands resting just above your hips. Dragging his lips down your neck when he can't get enough of your scent, he just needs to keep them against your skin.

Then there's those mornings when he wakes up pressed against your back. His nose is in your hair nuzzling and brushing down your back. He presses kisses across your shoulder. His hands find that dip in your waist.

He wonders if your body was sculpted just for him. That all these grooves and contours were specifically put here for him to touch and feel and knead.

Taking your skin between his fingers he grinds against your backside, breathing hot air against your ear.

The pads of his fingers push down and splay out as they move across your stomach and pull you further against him. He can hear you moan as your hand joins his, your body pushing back rutting in time.

Mornings are bliss when you two can just get lost in the touch.

The rest of the world is an afterthought.

Then there's the more innocent touches that mean everything.

Your hand cupping Kakashi's cheek. Your thumb tenderly brushing against the apple of it, gently letting him know that you're there. That you love him.

The way your hand finds his so effortlessly. Whether it's at home on the couch while you read or down the busy streets of Konoha while your browse for produce. It's simple but full of love. It says 'You're mine and I'm yours.'

The way you kiss his lips then bite the bottom one in a frenzy of lust on he knows. The way you taste his blood between his teeth.

Kakashi doesn't mind though. His heart beats for you. His blood is yours too.

As is the way you run your fingers through his hair after a long day. The way you wrap your arms around his core when he walks through the door. Or the way you pinch his cheeks after being salty about something.

Kakashi finds he always craves your touch. Your warmth. Your love. Your arms, your lips and your touch are home.

[tswaney17]

Accidental Chemistry - Part 1: New Beginnings

This is dedicated to the incredible @duskwhisperer. Thank you, love, for sending me the idea for this fic and letting me run with it. 💜 I'm very excited to finally share this story with you all. I don't have set posting dates, but I'm hoping to dedicate more time to this fic after I finalize IDBTWY. Until then, I hope you enjoy this first part! 💕

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: language

Word Count: 4,982

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read the beginning below or click here to head to AO3.

Azriel was sitting at Rhys and Feyre’s dining room table, feeling particularly suspicious as to why he had been invited over for dinner. It wasn’t that he never had dinner with them. It’s that usually, it wasn’t just him.

“How’s work, Az?” Feyre asked, spearing the asparagus on her plate.

He took a sip of his wine. “It’s good. I’ve finally filled the last tech position that’s been open so I have a full team now. She’s fitting in well and is super quick in picking up new information.”

“Does she have prior experience?”

“Not really. She’s a recent graduate and was looking for entry-level in the industry. To be honest, most places would’ve passed on her for the lack of experience, but I thought she could be molded into what we need while growing her skillset.”

Rhys smirked. “You put in the work and you get a long-term employee.”

He tipped his glass towards his brother. “Exactly.”

Feyre pushed her chair back. “Let me grab dessert,” she announced, noticing both men were finished with their main courses. She returned a few minutes later holding three plates with small, pastry-like cups filled with cream and covered in blueberries.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Lemon and blueberry verbena tarts,” she said like he had any idea what the fuck that meant.

Az eyed the dessert, taking a bite and letting the tartness from the lemon slide across his tongue before settling with the blueberry’s sweetness. His brows raised in surprise. It was good. Like really good. He glanced at the female sitting across from him. “Did you make this, Fey?”

She laughed, head tipping back. “Oh heavens no. My sister made it. Elain. You remember Elain, right?”

He shot her a puzzled look at the turn of questions. “Yeah, vaguely.” Lie.

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[caffernnn]

Thanks for the tag @sage-nebula !! Been a minute since I’ve done one of these ✨

Last song: “Not Sorry For Loving You” from EPIC: The Vengeance Saga. Probably my favorite from the most recent saga — loooove Calypso’s voice

Fave color: greeeeeen! I’ve probably tried to pin it down more specifically in the past, but the shade of green fluctuates tbh. Olive green, forest green, sage green, seafoam green, emerald green, jewel-toned phthalo green… all of them live in my heart tbh. (aaand I’m just a sucker for cool colors in general lmao)

Last book: I’m finally getting back to a place where I feel like I could try reading again!! Last book I started was Cultish by Amanda Montell, and I have a lot of other promising reads I checked out on a rare feel-good day and haven’t cracked open yet (which might be overdue; they’ll return home soon 💀)

Last movie: When Marnie Was There! My brother and I have been trying to catch up by watching some Studio Ghibli movies from time-to-time (hadn’t heard of any outside of Ponyo until I was out of high school… OOPS—), and Marnie was next on our list. Looots of big feelings about that story.

Last tv show: main things I’m (mostly) keeping up with tv-wise are DanDaDan and NCIS: Origins. I’m thiiiinking about starting Moriarty the Patriot, and everyone’s praise for Arcane has me curious 👀

Sweet/savory/spicy: heavy on the savory tbh. There’s appreciation for the sweet and spicy forsure, but savory is at the top for me currently!!

Relationship status: friendship is magic NEXT QUESTION

Last thing I searched: I can’t lie, that poll I reblogged about soup had me looking up Italian wedding and pumpkin soup recipes. Tumblr is makin me HONGRY

Current obsession: LMM frEakin bit me again; Warriors (2024) has been stuuuuck in my head and on repeat for days. Those are my giiiirls. So many fun genres to explore in a musical! Outside of that and the usual suspects (bears, the swimmies, etc), I’d probably have to say Pokémon TCGP and Pokémon Sleep. I still need to pull my beloved Snorlax and Venusaur on TCGP (or some worthwhile dark types to progress in the solo battle challenges), and I was so happy to wake up to a baby Bulbasaur next to my Snorlax on Sleep this morning <333 I’m such a sucker for lil guys

Looking forward to: soon? I get to visit my grandma again tomorrow! I’ve been trying to see her close to weekly since she’s been in that nursing home (and since they allowed for safe masked visits), and each day I still have with her is a gift 💕 hospice and general QoL decline have been a process, but on days she’s doing alright, she adores getting to see me <3 beyooond that, I’m looking forward to the sakadays anime in January!!

Favorite drink: tough one!! Umm, I’ve been on a rootbeer kick on and off for the past year so that’s def up there. Apple juice and fruit punches are good sometimes as well, same with Dr. Pepper and Mr. Pibb. I’ve been a water guy lately tbh, but I like a fun lil drink now and then!! OOH I need to have wassail again soon 🤤

Song playing on a loop in your head: “Call Me Mercy” from Warriors, due to the aforementioned obsession. Something particularly earwormy about that one. Other songs from the musical come to me in snippets, but that one is fully on loop

Current favorite character: outside of the permanent mind residents (I see green and blue in everything), Fox from Warriors and Taro Sakamoto from SakaDays have been spinning around in there, along with their friends. Momo and Okarun are also bickering up in the mind palace, naturally

Fun activity you would like to get into: I just need to get back to cultivating my hobbies now that I’m a lil less doom and gloom than I was a month ago. I guess different forms of crafting are always on this list. I took a drawing class/session at the library last week that looked into the basics of light and shadow, so maybe I can get into graphite and charcoal sketching!! I used to try some charcoal stuff years ago without instruction, and experimenting it was fun enough to try again.

Last video game: Balatro my beloved !!! It’s been surprisingly fun, despite my fear of deck-builders in the past. I think it helps that there’s a lot of chance and variety to it, so each run can be a chance to try something new.

Last comic/graphic novel: I guess Blue Exorcist? Again, it’s been a minute since I’ve been in a mindset to read 😅 I’m probably going to catch back up on it soon, and I’ve been planning on doing a sakadays reread since my brother just started reading it. We’ll see what happens!!

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[fordohyon]

hello dear!! I want to request a junghoon imagine please! (Write it when you’re finished your other request its okay💕) when you enter the practice room and find him dancing/exercising as you’re bf? Like a clingy bf stuff kiss and hugs🥹🥹🩵🩵( i hope you get it💕 ) thank youuu!!

I hope you’ve been amazing dear 💗🙌

ofcc, sorry that this took me so long to do 😞 i promise ill do better with posting and writing 🤞 ive just been procrastinating a lot 😢😢

PAIRING - JUNGHOON(xikers) x Reader

TAGS - fluff, just fluff. Nothing else but fluff

WARNING(S) - NOT PROOFREAD maybe a bit out of character for him, but idkkkk

WC - 289 (just a super short drabble 🥲 I swear I’ll make a 1k+ wc fix for him 🫡)

A/N - this request is long overdue 🥲🥲 ill be doing more fics for hoonie tho!! - me thinks he's the type to call you babe and honey, I'm very serious about this!! If he were to use a pet name it'd be babe or honey!!! 💯 might post a sumin fic tomorrow or the next day!! I'm almost done 😮‍💨

Entering the practice room your boyfriend was using was a bit bizarre, it's not like you've never seen him dancing or exercising, you just wanted to accompany him while his members were out of the country for a while. The moment you came into the room you didn't go unnoticed, watching him dance for a bit, "Junghoon...?" You let out, voice barely audible.

"Y/N, What's the occasion? I'm not complaining or anything, it's just that you don't usually come into the practice rooms, even when I'm inside..." That's something you don't think he'd even notice, what an attentive boyfriend he is. "I... uhm just came to accompany you! I thought you would have felt a bit lonely during these times is all!" You meekly say before approaching Junghoon and wiping his sweat off with your handkerchief.

Junghoon isn't one to usually cling to you but today seems to be the opposite of that. "Babe... Can we just sit down? Wanna hug you.” He groans, sitting down on the floor. “Missed you, a lot hoonie…” Kissing his cheek as he cuddles you, “I missed you too, honey, though it’s only been 2 days since we last saw each other.” Kissing you again, this time you can feel him smile in between the kisses. “Too long, Couldn’t hug and kiss you then..!” His head sinks onto your shoulder. Goggling at him for a few minutes, you just can’t believe you have the cutest boyfriend ever.

Especially when he’s needy. “Honey, want you to kiss me… actually,” He says before plummeting kisses all over your face. He’s not one to do these but visiting him more often seems to brood your mind. “I love you, Junghoon.”

“I love you too, Y/N”

[spotsandsocks]

✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨

Tagged by (and I might have missed some people sorry) @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @heartshapedvows @thekristen999 @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @wikiangela

Links to all 23 fics I’ve written which I’ve just realised coincidentally matches the year maybe I shouldn’t work on that Christmas fic after all 🤔 All under the cut cos that’s quite a few and your dash does not need to be bothered by that! 😆😆 I will forget to tag someone I know it, so if I do I didn’t really and you’re tagged too cos you’re wonderful

💕💜💕Thank you to each and everyone of you who talks to me, tags me, supports and encourages me, reblogs and likes. Sends asks and questions and prompts and love in my direction. Thank you for sharing your time, talents , your words and creative skills with us all. You make my days brighter and more fun. I adore you all and wish you all a happy kind and peaceful 2024. 💕💜💕

January

Home Wanted 6k established Buddie new pet based shenanigans 🐀🐁🐀

Could Have Should Have Would Have 3k my biggest hit this year angsty then sweet

Who You Gonna Call? 9k Eddie calls Buck and works out how he feels

February

This Must Be Love 5.7k fluffy valentines fic featuring pea puns 🫛

March

Just another minute 1.2k 6x10 spec

No Place 8.4k coma!buck spec fic with a few similarities to what we got actually

It's Such A Feeling 1.8k couldn’t remember but apparently hand appreciation fic that gets smutty 😉

April

Date Night 2k I got stuck on bus for almost 3 hours and this happened - surprisingly popular considering I had no plans to write it until traffic hit!

The Answer I Needed 2.4k Buck is always there for Eddie 5plus 1 across time till love strikes

Always There 1.6k Tía Pepa sees all at Christopher’s birthday party

May

Everything But (temptation) 4.7 5plus 1 of Eddie being a flirty tease and driving Buck crazy

Worth the wait5.7 same fic but from Buck’s perspective

July

Good Knight Sweet Prince 167,316k ahh my best beloved started in 2023 and finished this year. I adored writing and sharing this what turned out to be epic length fantasy au. Knights princes dragons thwarted love and a happy ending what can I say if that’s your thing give it a go.

Let me stay by your fire (for nothing warms me like you do)4.5k couldn’t let go of mediaeval theme so knight Buck this time coming home to his blacksmith friend Eddie. Oh and bees. 🐝

August

Something Worth Staying For 21k an enemies to lover (although not really enemies) small town newspaper au where Buck turns up and Eddie hates him until he doesn’t. Featuring my real life computer disaster 😆

Tied To You From The Start 13.4k a challenge I took on and did rather well if I say so myself 😆😆 paranormal mysterious shenanigans. Buck in peril and on the run Eddie trying to save him from his own self sacraments and hot sex.

September

The Comfort of Your Hands 2.9k inspired by an anon talking about Eddie running fingers through Bucks hair. No plans for this one it just happened and again was well received. Maybe I should stop planning fics and just see what happens.

October

The Price of Love (is high) 7.7k autumnangstfest drama. I put them both through it. All past traumas coming back to cause trouble.

Your heart or mine? Yours every time 3.6k a hungry vampire!Buck and Eddie get stuck in a lift … things occur

November

100 word fics added a short fic to this little collection i actually love doing these. It’s a great challenge

Only one answer 590 couldn’t remember.. had a look and went oh yeah that was cute. Proposal fic in under 600 words

In my defence I was left unsupervised 1.3k Buck gets bored with sissors Eddie likes the results … who could resist buzz but Buck… not Eddie it seems

Nov/Dec

The Lost and The Found wip 5/10 48k this was not meant to be this long but guess what.. got carried away and plot is plotting and demands around 100,000 at least in the end I suspect. 5 chapters out number 6and 7 before Christmas this counts as 2023 doesn’t it? Come join me for the ride

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[stellari-s]

How about a Yandere Ithaqua x reader? I think that an interesting story could be made out of this. And I know you've already had a story that you were involved in at some level Ithaqua as a Yandere. But i really wanna a see more yandere Ithaqua if it's not a problem. 😅

But you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Thank you for reading this 💕

P. S. : I love your stories and I hope you will continue to write such good stories.💕

🌹

hey, anon! thank you so much, your words mean so much to me 💝 so sorry this took a hot minute, haha. it also is a bit short too... but i hope i managed to put in some heart pounding moments in exchange! also i suggest reading this first if you haven't already, since this is meant to be a continuation-

request; yes, by anon! feel free to send in your ideas, as my inbox should be open✨

wc; 626 (+ 1 015).

tags; yandere! morningstar! ithaqua, gn! survivor! reader, mild depiction of blood, obsessive behavior, toxic relationship dynamic, possessiveness.

summary; someone had hurt you, and you refuse to tell who. it frustrates ithaqua to no end, to the point even sweet nothings become a comfort...

“who hurt you?”

the hunter - whose name you had later learned was “helel” - is standing before you while you sit on a bench, the wood somewhat worn down by time. you are gripping your arm to the point your palm is stained red. you don’t even need to grit your teeth to distract yourself, as it’s a mere cut you had gotten in another “game” you were forced to play.

at first, you were looking down on the ground with blank eyes, but eventually you slowly lift your head until your eyes meet his golden ones. they remind you of the sun, but at the same time they are like ice. a mix of hot and cold that elicits shivers down your spine.

“...i just scraped my arm on some thorns on the way here. it’s not a big deal.”

his eyes seem to swirl with a multitude of emotions. mostly anger - perhaps at you, or maybe whoever had actually hurt you - but call yourself delusional, but you feel there is also some worry shadowing his otherwise cold expression as well. his eyes remain frigid as he chuckles.

“oh, (y/n),” helel says, “how i love it when you lie to me, trembling like that.” his fingertips brush your cheek in an almost tender motion. “but don’t be afraid to tell me the truth.”

“what will you do if you know?” you ask, though you can already guess the answer.

helel smirks. “simple - i’ll make sure they never see the light of day again.”

the implications of his words sink down in your heart, and you soak it in like a sponge absorbing water.

“you might make things more complicated if you do, helel.”

“and that doesn’t matter. what does matter is that someone here has laid their hands on what doesn’t belong to them. doesn’t that alone warrant a punishment?” his fingertips trace your wound, and it feels as though he might dig his fingers in at any moment.

it is definitely something he could do if he wants.

but he doesn’t - instead, he leans in so you can see every miniscule detail of the faced sun attached to the center of his black mask. his voice, albeit a whisper, is low. “tell. me,” he demands, “the only one who can lay their hands on you is me. i’m the only one who can touch you, hurt you; make you feel alive. nobody can hold a finger to that. do not ever forget that.”

helel’s voice wavers slightly, perhaps in frustration.

hearing his tone, you realize something: at first glance, anyone from the outside would guess that it’s ithaqua who has full control over you, what with how possessive he is.

but arguably, that’s not completely the case.

this time it’s your fingers that caress his pale cheek, and after some thought, you reply, “i won’t tell you.” you see helel is about to retort, so you continue, not letting him have a chance to talk over you. “you don’t need to know, but you don’t have to worry, since this wound is trivial.” your hands trace down his neck, then his shoulders, before they find their way down his arm and to his hand until your pinky hits the orange ring on his finger. “but we can change that, can’t we?”

you flash him a small smile. the lantern hanging from that halberd he carries seems to go still. “in the future, don’t let yourself get hurt like this. don’t ever let such careless, dirty hands touch you again.”

as the pain becomes more raw, you wrap your arms around him. “i can assure you from the bottom of my heart the only person i hold in my heart is you, and only you, helel.”

[youre-ackermine]

Hello Val and congratulations for 300 followers 🥳💕

Love your blog lovely Val!!! I know you're into levihan BUT for the event can I request some pikuhan NSFW? If you don't mind of course! 🙏

Modern Actor AU behind the scenes where they're both actresses would be great OR Journalist Pieck interviewing AOT Actress Hanji. Whatever your choice things heat up between them 😏 You can listen to Alyson Stoner's "Fool" and Baum's "Hot Water" for inspo 💕

Feel free to ignore this request if that makes you uncomfortable (it'd make me sad though but I understand if it's not your cup of tea😢)

TYSM 💕💕

Hey lovely anon ✨

I'm glad you like my blog!

Thank you so much for sending me this request. Writing a Pikuhan drabble was a challenge but I didn't want to make you sad so here it is! I hope you'll like it ✨

Thanks for my beta/proof reader Terra @dont-f-with-moogles for her help ❤️

Also tagging @smol-lydia 🫶

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English is not my usual language

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Behind the Scenes

Characters: Hange Zoe / Pieck Finger / Levi Ackerman / Armin Arlert

Pairing: Pikuhan / Levihan

Wordcount: 2100 approx.

Modern setting / Actor AU / Non-binary Hange / Fake dating / Secret relationship

Warnings: NSFW+18 - MDNI / Swearwords

Cheeks blushing hot, Armin was looking out the window on purpose as he tried to ignore the lewd sounds invading the limo. His knuckles turned white from how hard he held his glass and his leg wouldn't stop bouncing from nervousness.

"Tch… Go get a room for fuck's sake! You're embarrassing the kiddo!" Levi rolled his eyes.

The couple pulled away from each other for a second, briefly catching their breaths before diving into their passionate kiss again.

Levi emptied his own flute of expensive, delicious champagne, clicking his tongue appreciatively. Not even minding to hide the smirk on his face, he noticed how Pieck's eyelids slowly fluttered shut, her whole expression uttering bliss as Hange kissed her.

He couldn't blame her. He knew this feeling. He remembered it. He remembered how it felt to taste Hange's lips, he remembered how his skin shivered under their feathery touch. His smile grew wider at the pleasant memory but, before any of them could catch him staring, he decided to look away and focus on adjusting his cufflinks.

The make out session on display seemed never to end, adding embarrassment to the anxiety already building up in Armin's chest before the premiere, making him sweat in agony.

Levi patted Armin's shoulder with affection, drawing a faint smile from him. The young man turned to face him, slightly less flushed than a couple moments before, and straightened his back to regain composure.

"Oi, lovebirds! We'll be there in a few minutes. We can't afford to get out of the limo so fucking disheveled, do we? So get your shit together and wipe the spit out of your faces, you're literally glistening!" Levi blurted out after a brief glance at his watch.

The lovers reluctantly parted, already longing for each other. Pieck quickly pulled out a fancy compact mirror and some lipstick from her velvet purse to touch up her makeup.

Hange turned to Levi with a beaming grin unfortunately stained by the intense kiss. Levi leaned over to them, pulling out a clean handkerchief out of nowhere and rubbing the purple lipstick off their face and lips.

"Look at your sorry ass, idiot!" he uttered in a soft voice, kneeling in front of them, his hands now tangled in Hange's messy locks in an attempt to make them look less tousled.

Hange chuckled and he smiled fondly.

"What is it, Four-Eyes?"

"We owe you big time, Shorty," they said, tenderly brushing their palm on his cheek. "Sorry to put you in such an awkward position but we can't do otherwise for now, you know." Their eyes shone with endearment as they added "thank you so so much, you're so kind Levi!"

He averted his gaze, embarrassed as always when they showed him their deep, genuine affection. He took their hand in his, placed a quick peck on their wrist and exhaled deeply to get rid of the accumulating stress. The limo finally stopped and the car door clicked. Pieck blew a kiss to Hange who mouthed "I love you" in response.

"Let's do this!" Levi exclaimed as he stepped out on the red carpet, gently dragging Hange behind him. The flashes dazzled them but their faces wore a radiant smile as Levi pulled Hange into him by their waist, both looking left and right to allow the crowd to take proper pictures of their idols. 

Holding hands, they glamorously reached and climbed the stairs, stopping at the top with Pieck and Armin to wave one last time. They finally entered the luxurious hotel.

The worst part was over.

The 'Paradis/Marley Alliance' actors shared a large round table almost deserted by now. Half the cast was on the dancefloor, twirling under the huge crystal chandeliers. 

The meal had been delicious, taken in good company and they were actually sitting side by side. Pieck couldn't be happier than in this very moment as Hange discreetly held her hand in theirs under the table and their shoulders brushed ever so slightly. She didn't dare look at her lover's handsome face but she could breathe in their earthy scent, a scent that never failed to make her blush with desire.

All of a sudden, Hange's hand slipped out of her grasp as Levi helped them get up from their chair. The music was so loud they had to lean down to whisper in her ear.

"Levi and I are going to dance for a while. Showing off as usual, of course." They winked at her and left a light peck on her earlobe, raising goosebumps on her skin. "Meet me in fifteen minutes in the library down the hall, Gorgeous."

They clung to their so-called boyfriend's arm and left with a light chuckle. Pieck's gaze followed the couple on their way to the dancefloor. They looked so good together, dancing gracefully, almost sensually. No wonder everybody thought they were still dating.

She couldn't help letting out a gasp as she realized Hange had a type. Levi and Pieck didn't look so different physically but there was a huge difference though: he was their best friend and she was the love of their life.

Levi had been nothing but the most amazing friend, helping them hide their relationship. They were lucky enough that the brief romance between Hange and him never broke their strong friendship and made the whole fake dating performance believable. They couldn't afford to be uncovered, at least not while most of the new Attack on Titan's promotion revolved around the famous and glamorous 'LeviHan' couple as it had been for several years now.

Exhausted by a week of interviews and photoshoots, Pieck dozed off a bit as she let her thoughts wander for a while. Until the boisterous yet gorgeous laughter she could recognize anywhere snapped her out of her daydream.

She held her breath and her heart skipped a beat as soon as her eyes opened again and spotted Hange's slim figure, head thrown back as they chortled in Levi's arms probably at yet another poop joke of his.

The loud pounding in her chest echoed through her whole body when she took in the enchanting sight. Their black satin suit hugged Hange's thin curves perfectly, highlighting their endless legs, their elegant shoulders and their firm ass. Their jacket barely covered the sun-kissed skin showing off in the absence of a shirt.

Her face felt hot all of a sudden, and her hands started to sweat as she watched the way Levi pulled Hange flush against his chest, the way his hand lingered on the small of their back then slipped surreptitiously down to their ass. She wished she could do this herself, in front of everyone. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, nervously licking her lips and closed her eyes for a second. She resolved to head her way to the library to end the torture.

Silence was most welcome as she entered the cool room. The dim light of a few table lamps provided an intimate atmosphere to the library, something cozy also brought by the large leather sofas arranged in front of the fireplace. She let out a weary sigh and crossed a few steps to a bookshelf, looking for something to read while waiting. Her choice fell on a collection of love poems that she started to read right away, not even bothering to sit down.

She was so engrossed in her reading that neither did she hear the door slowly opening nor the light footsteps approaching behind her.

"I'm finally here, Gorgeous."

Pieck flinched when Hange's deep voice whispered in her ear as they wrapped their arms around her waist, pressing against her back, and kept her in a warm embrace. She closed her eyes and leaned back on their chest with a sigh.

"I missed you so much, Love," she whined, "I hate it when I must hide while Levi is caressing your ass in public… It's not fair! It's mine, not his!"

Her lips tentatively curled in a cute pout but she knew there was no point in complaining. Well, she just couldn't help it. It made her feel better.

Something else never failed to make Pieck feel better and it was as if Hange could read her mind. As they delicately brushed a strand of hair off her neck, she tilted her head for them to kiss the sensitive spot below her ear. Her soft skin shivered under the light touch of their lips.

"You're right, Gorgeous, I'm all yours," they replied in a low, sultry voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

Hange's hands wandered over her purple dress, slightly stroking her toned belly up to her chest as they kissed their way down her neck. Pieck managed to bite back a moan at how their warm breath and soft pecks felt deliciously tickling on her skin.

But seconds later she couldn't help but whimper when they sneaked a hand under the velvety fabric, cupping one of her breasts, grazing their thumb over the perky nipple. Pieck felt heat pooling down her belly and turned around, a light shade of pink flecking her cheeks.

Pressing her chest against Hange's, she opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around their neck to make them lean down. They gazed at each other, Pieck marveling at her lover's handsome features before her lips ghosted over theirs for a brief moment. She let her delicate fingers run through their brown hair as they tenderly stroked her back. Then, finally, their lips joined in a soft, gentle kiss.

Oh. It definitely felt like heaven. She relished in the slow motion of their mouth against hers, closing her eyes at the overwhelming sensation of warmth blooming in her chest, letting her whole body surrender to the intoxicating touch. 

Her mind went dizzy when Hange licked along her lower lip and nibbled at it, eliciting a low moan from her. She parted her lips and their tongue gently slipped into the welcoming wetness of her mouth and their hot breaths mingled as they deepened the kiss. This was nothing but pure bliss.

They made out more passionately and Hange's hands traveled down her body, prickling goosebumps all over her skin, leaving her weak in the knees.

Without breaking the kiss, they both took a few slow steps to reach a couch until she bumped into its edge. Pieck lay down on the cushions and Hange drew back just enough to take in the stunning view beneath them.

"Perfect! You're so perfect!" they uttered in a breath, their pupils black with want still raking over her body.

Pieck blushed but held their gaze. She licked her lips, breath still uneven heaving her chest, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Hange hovered over her, covering her face with wet, soft pecks. They kissed along her jawline while they caressed her over the fabric down to her thighs, one hand finally sliding its way through the slit of her dress. Her eyelids flickered and she breathed heavily under the sensual contact, her heart pounding faster in anticipation.

Pieck yearned for more of their touch. Unable to bear the wait any longer, she weaved her hands behind their head to draw them closer and captured their mouth in a heated kiss, pressing her body tightly against theirs.

Pieck trembled as their palm brushed the soft, silky skin of her thigh, her loud moans vibrating into both their throats when their fingers finally rubbed the wet patch on her lace underwear.

A sudden knock at the door snapped them out of their blissful haze. They lingered in their dazed reverie for a few confused seconds before another knock, sharper this time, definitely broke the spell.

"Oi, Four-Eyes! The fuck are you doing? No time for your pussy-licking shit or whatever!" Levi's voice was muffled from the other side of the door.

"Always so romantic and sophisticated, Shorty!"

Hange let out a heavy sigh, frowning their brows in annoyance.

"Five more minutes, Levi darling! Please!" they yelled.

"Fucking hell, no! Some bastard noticed we're not dancing anymore and shit's going to happen soon if you don't drag your sorry ass in here, Hange! We're supposed to go upstairs in "our" room to fake shag, remember?"

"Shit! You're right, Shorty!" they ranted before getting up, tugging at their crumpled suit.

Pieck rolled her eyes and puffed with exasperation.

"Ok, Gorgeous! Meet you in your room in ten?" they asked.

Hange didn't even wait for her answer. They kissed her lips with a smile and joined Levi in the hallway.

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Good Morning

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Fluffy bunnies and unicorns, love confessions, brief mention of smexy time

Word Count: 509

Summary: An ordinary weekday morning turns into so much more than you thought it would

A/N: I’m trying my hand at shorter little drabbles. This one popped into my head while I was getting ready for work one morning, I hope you like it. I have a few more ideas for short little fics like these but if anyone else has any that they’d like me to elaborate on, don’t be shy to drop them into my inbox. 💜 Oh and I wrote this quickly so if there are mistakes, I’m sorry!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The sound of the alarm shocked you awake, although most mornings you didn’t need one. Your body’s internal clock knew when it was time to get up for work but you were having the best dream that the alarm so rudely interrupted.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you looked over at the man you were just dreaming about. He was still asleep and you were thankful that the alarm didn’t wake him. His raven colored hair looked like spilled ink splashed across the pillow.

Glancing at his sharp profile, his face was angled up toward the ceiling, his chest slowly rising and falling. He looked so peaceful.

Even in the dark early morning hours, you could still make out his handsome features, the well-groomed beard, his soft lips that were all over you just a handful of hours ago, and his muscular shoulders that you had gripped tightly while he pulled sinful noises from your lips over and over again.

God, you loved him. And you wished he knew just how much, but he didn’t…yet.

Getting out of bed, you took one more look at him and smiled. Even fast asleep, he made you smile. Your monotonous morning routine began by brushing your teeth, washing your face, and putting the kettle on for your tea, followed by your morning skincare.

With your eyes closed, you sat at your vanity gently smoothing the chilled moisturizer on your face and up and down your neck. Suddenly, you felt someone standing behind you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, felt a smile spread across your face, and peeked into the mirror.

There he was standing in the doorway, leaning up against the door frame with tired eyes, gliding his agile fingers through his beautiful dark brown hair, and gingerly brushing his beard.

“I love you too.” He said out of nowhere with a warm smile.

Surprised, you quickly turned around to face him.

“What?” You said with your eyebrows raised. Maybe you didn’t hear him right.

He moved closer to sit down on the ottoman, his intense brown eyes staring at you lovingly with that perfect smile on his face.

“You were talking in your sleep last night, my love.” He said.

You covered your eyes briefly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He continued.

“I woke up when I heard you mumbling.” Billy was a light sleeper. “So I listened for a couple minutes, most of it wasn’t clear but then you whispered ‘I love you, Billy. So much.’ And I wanted to tell you that I love you too, sweet girl. With all my heart.” And he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your lips.

That was the first time Billy Russo told you he loved you…and it wouldn’t be the last.

Moving over to sit on his lap, you returned his kiss. You pulled him into a tight embrace, his body still warm from being in bed, and there was never a more perfect moment than this one.

God, you loved him…and he finally knew just how much.

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