#what it is (what it is )1254

[okiedokrie]

size kink go brr

Summary: Reader is horny, Mingyu is big, size kink go brrr

Characters/Pairing: Boyfriend!Mingyu x Reader

Genre: Smut, dirty, self-indulgent, porn without plot. (Crack, yeah, this is a crackfic smut.)

AU/Trope info: Established relationship. No thoughts, head empty, monster cock Mingyu.

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Female reader, smut warnings under the cut

A/N: reskin of another fic i wrote for ateez bc I need to feed yall

Smut Warnings: cunnilingus, degradation and praise at the same time(?), choking, very large emphasis on the fact that reader is getting split open by what is essentially a third leg, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, creampie, reader starts crying at one point but Mingyu isnt into that, biting, reader overstimulated to the point she short-circuits. 

“Fuck, Mingyu!” You screamed as he gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair as two of his large fingers scissored you open. The dirty slurping noises come from Mingyu as he ate you like a starved man, he groans and almost buries his nose in your pelvis, breathing in your scent, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as if your pussy was the best thing in his mouth after fried chicken. 

He bucks into the mattress, dick hard and leaking at the tip in his boxers, if you kept moaning so pornographically and pulling at his hair he might just jizz in his pants. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs hard, pulling your pussy closer to his face, the man was on a mission to make you cream (or better yet, squirt) all over his face; an essential part of his skincare, at least that’s what he said.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Mingyu! Mingyu! I’m cumming- cumming-!” You whine out, clamping your thighs around his head as you push his face closer, Mingyu welcomes your orgasm with his whole mouth by messily slurping your cum. He pulls away from your cunt once you start cringing from overstimulation, using his hand to wipe your cum off his chin.

He quickly discards his pants and boxers, “Help me get your legs over my shoulders babe.” He says as you hook your hands under your thighs, spreading out your legs as Mingyu slots himself between you, pumping his dick quickly. “Fuck, you should see how hot you look, so tiny and so willing to take everything I give you.” He said while lining his dick to your entrance. You can feel the tip of his dick prodding at your hole, you bit your lip as you brace for the entrance of his gargantuan, monster cock; I’m talking thiccc with three ‘c’s, third leg, can play baseball with the fucking moon kind of big.

You hiss as the tip of his cock breaches your entrance, his large calloused hands guide your hips onto his dick as he pushes in more. You hiss at the delicious sting of his dick, removing your hands from your legs and opting to claw at the bedsheets, Mingyu takes one takes a hand that was once guiding your hips to hold onto the headboard, the view from below was great.

You slowly take him inch by inch, and even with how wet you are the penetration still seems to burn, it took a lot more time than you think for Mingyu to bottom out, like, when I say MONSTER COCK I MEAN it. Once he does bottom out, his pelvis meeting with your ass, the tip of his angry cock pressing up against your cervix and pushing away some of your organs. 

He pulls out slowly, gauging your reaction to every vein and ridge on his cock, as he pushes back in you furrow your eyebrows, biting your lip as you feel his dick rub the entire inside of your pussy. He groans when you clench around him, nails digging into the wood of the headboard as he starts with a gentle pace, moving his hips in and out slowly at first, before speeding up the roll of his hips.

“Holy shit- Mingyu! Fuck so big, too big-!” You cry out, you really can’t be sure that’s what you said though, even if he isn’t fucking into you at an animalistic pace he still manages to fuck the brain cells out of you, you might just be babbling nonsense right now. He makes a noise between a moan and a groan, biting the inside of his cheek, “You take everything I give you- you understand?” He grunts out, speeding up again and pinning you down more, he is low enough for you to feel his hard breaths on your ear, he bites down on your shoulder in an attempt to quiet down his noises, he wants to hear you.

You grip his arms, moaning in a high pitch and babbling nothing in particular, Mingyu was fucking you stupid with his giant cock and you couldn’t be happier, his pace now was brutal, the skin of your ass stinging with how hard his pelvis has smacked into it, you could feel yourself get embarrassingly close already. Your moans turned into high-pitched cries as your orgasm was speedily approaching, you clenched around his dick to signal to him your incoming orgasm, but it never came, because suddenly Mingyu got off and pulled out, denying you your orgasm. 

You whine in frustration, making more babbling noises and doing grabby hands at Mingyu, he chuckles and bites his lip, looking up and down your naked body, from your hard and perky nipples to your abused and tender hole. He finally enters you again after making sure your climax is nowhere to be seen, this time he starts fucking into you with fervor, holding your hips up to hit the deepest part of you, “Fuuck- that’s it, take my cock like the good fucking cum slut you are-” He says, somehow the combination of his praise and degradation make you whine out, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts, head empty, only big Mingyu and his big cock destroying your insides.

You were so, so close again, but Mingyu slowed down the aggressive pace of his hips, stopping his thrusts and just grinding down slowly, you started to cry, you wanted to cum so badly but Mingyu didn’t let you for the second time already, “Fuck- Mingyu, please please please, let me cum! I’ve been so good, please-!!” Mingyu, not having the heart to deny you again, finally decides that he was going to let you cum.

He lays down, “Go on and ride me, babe, I know how much you love to bounce on my cock.” He says, so naturally, you jump up and immediately straddle his hips, sinking onto his cock quickly, he takes a sharp intake of air as you enthusiastically start rolling your hips, grinding down on him. You place your hands on his large and firm chest, then you start bouncing up and down his cock, loving the sting of his giant dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Mingyu can feel himself coming closer to his high as you clamp down on his dick like a vice, trying to milk him for his worth, he grips your hips and starts bucking up into you, you whine out and babble expletives, mouth hanging open and drooling, digging your nails into his chest as your orgasm approached you quickly.

You throw your head back and finally cum, your jaw slacking open and your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the spasming of your pussy pushes Mingyu over the edge too, sending his load straight into your womb, this action threw you violently into another orgasm, making you choke out a strangled moan as your cringe of oversensitivity.

You both pant out, you’re exhausted and sweaty, muscles sore, pussy raw, and you just want to pass out in a tub full of warm water. Mingyu shares the same sentiment, so he runs a bath for both of you to get cleaned up, and once you two are done taking a bath, you sit down on the edge of the tub while Mingyu changes the ruined sheets. He tucks you under his arm, kisses your forehead, and you both pass out.

FIN.

[moamidzyism]

[8:52pm] (c.sb)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 1254 angst + smut ౨ৎ minors DNI ୨୧ husband!soobin x fem!reader, infidelity, toxic relationship, unprotected sex [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

playlist — alligator tears, beyoncé ; pretty little birds, sza ; i wish i hated you, ariana grande ; riiverdance, beyoncé ; pretty, kennie ; easy to love me, hope tala ; the other woman, lana del rey

part two

for the past few months, this has been your routine almost every night. it makes him happy and you’ve convinced yourself that as long as he’s happy, he’ll stay. and if he stays, you won’t have to face the truth you’ve been avoiding.

soobin walks through the front door at the same time every evening, his lips curving into a sheepish grin that once made your heart flutter. you greet him with a kiss, your fingers brushing over the collar of his white shirt, where the scent of an unfamiliar perfume clings stubbornly. it’s a dark floral scent— a sweet, intoxicating reminder of where he has been. you try your hardest to ignore it as you slide off his suit jacket from his shoulders.

you usher him into the kitchen, where the table is set with his favorite dishes, each one painstakingly prepared in the hours leading up to his return. he smiles, a soft thank you falling from his lips as he kisses you again. his kisses feel more like a reflex than an expression of love.

he sits down, digging into the meal with the appetite of someone who’s been away for too long. you take your seat across from him, watching as he eats, your own plate untouched. there’s a quiet satisfaction in seeing him enjoy the food you’ve made, a fleeting sense of normalcy that almost lets you believe that things are the way they used to be.

but the silence between you is heavy, and the distance in his voice is unmistakable as he compliments the meal. it’s the same distance that lingers in his eyes, the same distance that has crept into every corner of your lives.

after dinner, he resigns to the living room and you remain in the kitchen, cleaning up. when you’re done you run him a bath. the scent of lavender and rose petals mask the tension that lingers in the air. he comes into the bathroom to meet you, his expression softening when he sees the bath you’ve prepared. there's a glimmer of affection in his eyes, but it’s fleeting, gone almost as quickly as it appears. you try to hold onto it, try to remember the last time it felt this way, but the thought slips away as he turns his attention to the warm water waiting for him.

while he bathes, you return to the bedroom, getting ready like you always do. the routine feels both familiar and hollow. you fix your hair, reapply your lipstick, slip into the lingerie he bought you for your anniversary last year. you spritz your perfume all over your body, just as he comes out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips.

“hi,” he breathes out.

“hi,”

something about the way he looks at you makes your heart skip a beat. “you look really pretty.”

you want to believe that the warmth in his voice is real. he steps closer, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into a kiss. his lips press against yours with a gentle urgency. the kiss is familiar, but tinged with something you can’t quite place. there’s a hesitation in the way he moves, as if he is holding something back. your hands find their way to his wet hair, your fingers tangling in the strands as you deepen the kiss, trying to find the connection that feels like it’s slipping away.

his mouth moves against yours slowly, almost reverently, but beneath the tenderness, there’s an undercurrent of something else— guilt, or maybe regret. you’re not sure if it’s his or yours.

the kiss lingers, a ghost of what it once was and what you used to be, and when he finally pulls away, you’re left with a hollow ache that no amount of sweetness can fill.

any guilt he feels, however, dissipates when you pull him to the bed. you know why you do it, and he does too, but soobin lets himself believe that he deserves it. he thinks he deserves the extravagant home cooked meals, the baths, you getting down on your knees every night to worship him devoutly, as though he is your newfound religion. he thinks he deserves it all, even as the guilt gnaws at the edges of his conscience.

he moans in your ear as he steadily rams his thick cock in your dripping hole. you cry out as he finds that spot inside you. he grinds his tip against your sweet spot, tearing lewd moans from your puffy lips. his kisses trail from your jaw to your throat, each one gentle, as if he’s afraid of leaving a mark. he removes his lips from your neck to watch his cock disappear between your folds.

you moan. your body reacts to him in ways you can’t control. your hands grip his forearm as you reach your peak. your walls clench around his thick cock as you cum. you feel the pleasure wash over you, but it’s laced with a sadness that you can’t shake. while he slowly fucks you through your high, he feels his own release approaching. his head falls into the crook of your neck, biting the flesh as he empties his load into you.

barely able to catch your breath, you whisper a soft i love you. he repeats after you through clenched teeth.

all your worries immediately disappear into thin air, when he pulls out and pulls your body closer to his. you feel a brief sense of relief. he is here, with you, where he belongs. you have him next to you, and for a few fleeting moments, that’s enough.

soobin almost feels bad for lying to you.

almost.

but when his phone dings on the bedside table, he snaps out of his haze and your peace is shattered. you feel him tense beside you, the warmth of his embrace slipping away as he reaches for his phone. he unwraps his arm from around you and heads over to the bathroom. 

once he is in the safety of the bathroom, he checks his phone. a text from her: i miss you. what time are you coming over?

his fingers are quick to type back. i think she’s about to go to bed, but i’ll be there in twenty minutes.

as he comes back from the bathroom, you look at him with wide, hopeful, doe eyes, searching for any sign that he’s going to come back to bed and that he’ll hold you again. but he avoids your gaze, biting his lips and he picks up his discarded towel from the floor.

you’re so trusting, so loving. he doesn’t deserve you.

“something came up at work,” he lies, the words slipping out too easily. he moves over to the closet, picking out something to wear.

“right now?”

“yeah, it can’t wait.” he throws his clothes on. “i’ll probably be back in the morning though.”

“oh, okay.”

when he is fully dressed, he comes over to your side of the bed, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “i love you,” he says, the words feeling empty. rehearsed. you hum in response, the sound barely audible. “i’ll see you in the morning.”

you watch as he leaves, the door closing softly behind him. the silence that follows is deafening, wrapping around you like a shroud. you pull the covers up to your chin, trying to find comfort in the warmth left from where his body once was. but it’s no use.

fill out this form to join my taglist! author's note :: I'm back!!!! been reading and watching a lot of cheating content lol so this is really angsty sorry!! part two will be out a week from today! also please listen to the playlist because it will give you the vibe + kind of a spoiler for the ending of part two

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hear me out. Can you write a small fic or hc post about Jake with an S/O who's chubby or on the more plump side?

I can see all three of the moon boys liking and appreciating a partner who's chubby, don't get me wrong, I'm sure Steven and Marc would enjoy someone with that body type too. (You can slip them in if you'd like) But I'm lowkey feral for Jake and I just know that this man would love an s/o who's nice and soft

(You can add in some nsfw and some spice if you want)

I am so sorry, this became like 99% smut. (I have a problem).

The Gutter's Where My Mind Is

Jake Lockey x Chubby!F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

A/N: A huge thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading this and saving me from myself.

Summary: Jake can't help himself.

Warnings: chubby!reader, thigh fucking, Jake being a menace, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), over use of italics, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1254

Jake moans loudly as he hugs you from behind, unintentionally pressing his throbbing erection against your plump backside. He buries his face into your neck, breathing deeply and trying to stifle his groans. He doesn’t want you to think he only wants physical contact with you as a way for it to lead to sex.

It’s a problem though, because even if he didn’t have a boner he’d definitely get one instantly from hugging you. He just can’t help it. 

You’ve just come from the shower, your towel wrapped around your body and your skin still slightly damp. The plan had been to get changed for the day, but you hadn’t anticipated a koala Jake.

“Jake,” you giggle as he nuzzles closer, sliding his hands up your chest to squeeze your heavy breasts. He’s careful with them, cupping them through your towel, making sure he doesn’t cause you any discomfort as he kneads them with his fingers.

“Hmm?” He lightly kisses your neck, his voice innocent as if he wasn’t doing anything at all.

“I’ve got to get ready.”

“Not yet, not for another hour.” He says a little pleadingly.

You chuckle, “I was going to try on some outfits, find something that-”

“Just go naked. You’ll look perfect, amor.”

You snort. “Sure, and arrested.”

“No one would arrest art.” He lays on thickly.

You roll your eyes and it’s like he can feel the shift in your expression because he tuts and nips at your neck. 

“Ow!” You laugh, purposefully being a little more dramatic than you need to. 

“Shh, silly thing,” he kisses along your shoulder, slowly undoing the towel and easing it off. “I didn’t bite you that hard.”

“Jake…” 

He turns you around gently, grinning wickedly. But he stops and feigns a look of innocence when he sees your face. “What amor? I’m just admiring you…”

“You’re gonna make me late, is what you’re doing.” You give him the most serious look you can muster (which isn’t very serious at all.)

Jake nods, pushing you gently back towards the bed, “I’m gonna make you come, is what I’m doing.” 

You don’t even get to open your mouth to react before he’s pressing his lips to yours and sliding his tongue inside. He groans as he licks, one hand on the back of your neck and the other on the small of your back, pressing you close so he can feel your soft stomach and thighs against his body. His cock twitches, throbbing almost to the point of maddening pain as he feels your soft flesh. 

His hands shift, languidly teasing you; plucking at your nipples until they pebble under his fingers, dragging his tongue over yours until you’re following the movement of his lips desperately. 

Heat begins to build in your belly, sparking along your muscles. You rub your legs together absentmindedly, just trying to take off some of the ache.

Jake chuckles when he notices, dipping his hand lower and squeezing your thigh before he presses his fingers at your core.

He groans at the wetness he finds there, rubbing his fingers together momentarily to marvel at the slipperiness before he lightly rubs your clit. 

You let out a soft moan, pulling at his shirt, “Jake…”

“Mhmmm, amor, I know,” he pushes you back against the bed and expertly pulls off his clothes in record time before he climbs on top of you.

“I need to get ready.” You pout, putting up the smallest insistence because you feel like you have to.

“If you don’t behave I’m going to tie you to the bed and not let you get dressed the whole day.” He mumbles, grinning cheekily as he pulls your left leg to his chest and kisses your ankle. You know the threat is empty, but your body squirms excitedly against him anyway.

“Oh? Maybe you want that actually, hmm?” 

You pull a face and he laughs, throaty and deep.

“I’ll wipe that look right off your face amor, don’t worry.” 

He takes hold of his thick cock, and shifts on his knees, inching closer to you so that he can rest his length against your folds. He hums in approval as his skin touches your heat and rocks against you, rubbing his hard cock and balls all over your slippery cunt. 

You squirm, swallowing as he moves languidly and buck up against him. 

“So greedy.” He tuts, grinning wildly knowing that if the positions were reversed he would be just as needy. 

Jake takes hold of your other leg, squeezing your thick thigh and groaning before he places it against his chest as well. He presses them close so that your soft inner thighs squeeze his cock wonderfully. 

“Ah, that’s perfect amor, so good,” he groans, keeping a firm hand on your legs as he begins to move in earnest. Long, slow thrust as he fucks your thighs, sliding up and along your pussy with every buck, smearing your slick and his precome all over your soft skin. 

“Fuck, yes,” his breath catches in his throat, his hips moving a fraction faster. 

You whimper, trying to bite back the sound so that you don’t overshadow the pretty sounds he's making. Your eyes glued to his face, his eyebrows pinched in tension, his mouth open in bliss. 

He groans again, low and feral, “Amor, you’re so soft, so perfect, gonna make me come just like this.” He thrusts against you slowly, trying to drag out the sensation, make it last as long as possible before he has to succumb to the pleasure. 

He slides one hand down your thigh, squeezing until he reaches your plump hip and then squeezing even harder before he palms your soft belly, moaning at the feel of you under his fingers. 

“Fuck, I wanna fuck your thighs and come all over you, then fuck your belly, and breasts and mouth and pussy and ass,” he gasps, low and soft, “wanna come all over you and in you, wanna lick you until you pass out from how good my tongue feels.” He presses his thumb to your clit, alternating the pressure gently in time with the rhythm of his hips. 

You gasp, letting out a low whine at how desperate he sounds and how good he feels rubbing against you. Building that pressure deep in your stomach until you almost can’t breathe, can’t think or do anything except chase it practically sobbing. 

“Amor, fuck,” he bends forward slightly, groaning as he bites his lip. He wants to burn your expression into his eyelids so he can see it the second before he goes to sleep. 

It’s too much, too perfect, and the knot tightens to breaking point and beyond. He moans your name, low and deep in his chest as his hips buck twice, two sharp shudders before he comes. He splashes across your skin, hitting your stomach and thighs and core with a sob.

He looks so beautiful, like a blissed out angel staring at a god. 

For a moment he breathes deeply, resting his forehead against your leg, his eyes closed. 

You can’t help but smile at how sweet he looks, satiated and peaceful. 

That serenity is short lived however. 

Before you even have a chance to say his name Jake is pressing at your inner thighs, spreading you wide and diving down to clean up the mess he made with his tongue against your pussy, sucking on your clit until you’re screaming and rubbing his cum into your belly and thighs.

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Insecurities (Flufftober 2023 Day 11)

Pairing: shinichiro sano x female reader

WC: 1254

Warnings: light angst? shinichiro is in his feels, hurt/comfort

Summary: shinichiro is feeling insecure about your relationship

Note: i just wanna give this man a hug so bad

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Shinichiro liked you. He liked you so much that he was almost certain that it was love. You were his first serious relationship- actually, you were his first ever relationship. After twenty rejections in a row from other women, he thought it was a miracle that you said yes. You two have been together for a couple of months now and things have been going great. They have been the best months of his life.

Then why did he feel so depressed? Truth be told, he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you. He believed you were so far out of his league and you deserved better. It was something his friends would always joke about and he couldn’t help but begin to believe that they were right.

His thoughts became darker as they started circulating in his brain, making his insecurities grow.

‘You’re so lame.’

‘What a total loser.’

‘She’s only dating you because she feels bad for you.’

That one really bothered him the most because his friends had told you about his past experience (or lack of) with women. At first, people thought Shinichiro had paid you to pretend to be his girlfriend out of desperation, but when they found out there was no such arrangement, they jumped to the conclusion that it was out of pity.

It all came to a head three days ago when you two had gone to a party for one of your friends. Even Shinichiro could see the chemistry between you and your friend was undeniable. It was a huge blow to his ego how you just laughed the guy’s obvious flirting off instead of telling the dude to leave you alone. Like, sure, you informed your friend that you had a boyfriend, but your friend just jokingly said “He doesn’t look like much competition.”

You left pretty shortly after that, apologizing to Shin for your friend’s behavior repeatedly. Logically, Shinichiro knew you wouldn’t cheat on him. He trusted you wholeheartedly. But it still bugged him.

Instead of communicating all of this, however, he started withdrawing himself and spiraled into a depression. His texts with you turned to one-word answers and he used the excuse that he was busy as he locked himself into the shop, drowning himself in work to keep him busy. He was currently there right now, he didn’t know what time it was, he just knew it was late.

When you entered the back where he was fiddling with a motorcycle, he didn’t even light up like he usually did. Instead, his frown deepened.

“What are you doing here?” Shinichiro asked bluntly.

“Mikey told me you haven’t been feeling well,” You explained, “I thought I would check in. I brought takeout, it’s in the office.”

“M’fine. Not hungry.” He mumbled, continuing to work on the bike. You continued to observe him, picking up on his tense demeanor right away.

“You don’t have to lie to me. I’m here if you need to talk, ya know,” You pointed out.

Shinichiro sighed, “I know.”

You pulled up a short stool to sit on and you nudged his shoulder. “Come on, if you keep your feelings bottled up it’ll fester and make everything worse.”

He sighed again and stood up from his seat to move away from you. You watched him go over to his tool cabinet and put away his tools. Your boyfriend stood there for a moment, and you could tell he was fighting himself over something.

“Why are you with me?” He finally asked. His voice was so quiet you almost missed it.

“Because I love you,” You responded immediately.

Shinichiro turned to you looking upset. “But why? You’re so pretty and smart… and I’m just a loser.”

“Don’t talk about the love of my life like that,” You interrupted, “Don’t let your brain lie to you.”

“But it’s true,” He argued, “Everyone says it.”

Silence fell over you both as you tried to think of something to say. You were just so surprised that he felt that way. Couldn’t you see how much you adored him?

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re pretty great,” You told him with a gentle tone, hoping to make him feel a little better.

Normally Shinichiro would be over the moon at this revelation, but his mind was just being so loud. So instead he scoffed bitterly and muttered, “You’re just saying that.”

A look of hurt crossed your face and you stood up, coming closer until you were standing right in front of him.

“I’m not lying, Shin. I think you’re awesome!” You insisted. Then you lifted your hand and started counting on your fingers, “You’re charismatic, handsome, funny, super caring, and passionate. I mean, what’s not to love? I’m really lucky that I get to call you my boyfriend, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tears started to well up in Shinichiro’s eyes. He wanted to believe you, he really did. He could see the sincerity in your eyes and you’ve never lied to him before. So why couldn’t he believe it?

Your gaze softened as the first teardrop slid down his cheek. His lip quivered and he dropped his head as he hastily rubbed his eyes to stop the waterworks, but the tears kept falling. It made him beyond frustrated, he felt like such a loser crying in front of you like this. 

But you didn’t think any less of him. Watching him cry and look so broken made your own eyes water. You wished he could see himself the way you did. Shinichiro truly was an amazing guy to you. He was a genius when it came to motorbikes and the way he genuinely cared about his siblings and friends always warmed your heart. You loved every single thing about him and wouldn’t change him for the world. 

In a flurry of emotions, you surged forward and flung your arms around him, causing him to pause. You squeezed him tighter, hoping you could convey how much you loved him with such a simple gesture.

“I love you so much, Shin. You’re so special to me and I’ll remind you every single day if I have to,” You promised, burying your head in his chest.

His eyes widened and he was certain you could hear his heart hammering in his chest. After the shock wore off, he quickly returned the hug. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling more relaxed as your embrace released endorphins in his brain. God he really loved you.

“Thank you,” Shinichiro said quietly, “I love you too.”

You pulled away slightly to look at him, “I mean it, I’ll always be here for you. Just talk to me and I’ll help. We’re partners and partners communicate with each other; we work through it together. Promise you’ll start doing that?”

“I promise,” His lips tilted up in a soft smile.

You then held up your pinky to him, “Pinky promise?”

It was so childish, but he found it endearing, so he linked his pinky with yours and nodded in determination. With pinkies still intertwined, you leaned in for a soft kiss which he happily responded to.

You kept your promise and stayed by his side, beating back his insecurities with a stick. You quite literally reminded him every single day how much he meant to you, and he was sure to put in just as much effort. It didn’t matter what anyone else said, Shinichiro loved you and you loved him.

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ distant love ୨୧

pairing: Rick Grimes ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ not edited, rick is taller than the reader, mentions of Lori being assaulted by Shane, and low-key some Lori slander (and praise too)

summary: ʚ Rick has fallen out of Lori and instead falls in love with you ɞ

Words: 1254

part 2

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“I cannot keep you safe,” Rick says angrily. Your group has made it to the CDC, what seemed like a safe haven. “You don't have to Rick. You have a wife and a kid. A whole family, ok?” you said your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned away from you, rubbing his jaw. “Rick, what happened between us can stay a secret forever. You don't have t-to treat me differently or care about me,” you said trying to face Rick head-on.

He started to shake his head no. “What Rick?” you said starting to get angry. Everyone knew what Lori had done to Rick… hooking up with Shane. Something that didn't stop when Rick joined the group. He was frustrated and had pent-up anger.

And there you were on watch with him, just being your kind self. He lost self-control. Try as he might be couldn't deny himself those beautiful moans as he thrusted into you.

He had started to treat you differently. You could tell, Lori could and hell the rest of the group could too. He was much more caring with you, checking your wounds, and giving you extra portions of his food.

There was no doubt he had started to fall for you. Of course, he had. His marriage was falling apart long before the end of the world came, his wife fucking his best friend only made it worse.

You started to fall for him too, you couldn't help it. His strong dominant demeanor, and loving caring father. He had it all. But you knew the moment you said yes to him that there was a high chance of nothing real happening between the two of you.

You chose to ignore that chance.

But here he was now staring at you, jaw tense with anger. He didn't know how he could keep going like this. Feeling his heart squeeze with pain when he couldn't see you. When his arms weren't around yours.

“You cannot keep doing this to me,” he growls, stepping close to you. “Doing what Rick? I have done nothing to you. You came onto me!” I shout at him. He shakes his head and hands his hips. “I never meant to become between you and Lori. I have never ever asked you to love me or care for me ever!” I shout at him.

His face falls. “I was perfectly fine being only a fuck to you,” you said crossing your arms, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “No. Don't say that about yourself,” he says, stepping up to you again.

You try to blink your tears back. God this was so embarrassing. The truth was you would love to be more to Rick than a hook-up buddy, but he has a family you weren't going to wreck that on a whim. “Please, I'm sorry but I haven't ever tried to make you love me. Ever. Ok? I knew what I was getting myself into, fucking a married man.” you said, crossing your arms.

Rick doesn't say anything, you take that as an answer enough. You let your hands drop to your sides, turning towards the door. His hand lands on your arm grabbing it. You look up at him, his eyes are full of sorrow and pain.

Your stomach turned as you knew what was going to happen next. He gingerly stepped towards you, you couldn't look him in the eyes. His hands moved towards your arms pulling you close to his chest.

He leaves a gingerly placed miss on the top of your head near your hairline. His right hand snakes up to your hair as his left-hand wraps around your waist. You tilt your head up to meet him for the kiss.

He whimpers in your mouth exploring your mouth. You shudder at his touch, pulling away from his kiss. “Rick we shouldn't… Lori and Carl… they aren't that far..” you say looking back up at him.

He knows you right? No matter how much he wants it to not be true, he shouldn't fuck you when his wife or child could find you. “Come find me tonight,” you whisper in his ear, before darting out of his room.

You walked down the hall of the CDC. You heard a commotion up ahead. You looked into the rec room and the sight horrified you.

Shane was attempting to assault Lori. You didn't like Lori, and Lori didn't like you. Nothing would ever stop you from helping her right now. You run up behind Shane grabbing his hair as best you could and dragging him off of her.

Between Lori pushing him off and your strength you're able to rip him away.

Shane lands on the ground glaring at both of you. “Leave!” you shout at him, fear and anger pulsing through your body. “Now! And if I ever ever catch you pulling this shit again I will fucking kill you.” I threaten. “Yeah alright,” he mumbles, sitting up and leaving in a huff.

You turn your direction to the terrified woman behind you. “You're ok, it's ok,” you mumble, catching her in an embrace. “Oh god.” she whimpers out falling into your arms, her sobs racking through her body. Tears spilling on your shirt.

You silently rub her back trying to calm her. She exhales pulling away from you, using the back of her hands to wipe her tears. “I'm ok, I'm ok honey,” she says looking at you with a warm smile. You felt like killing someone.

This wasn't fair for her. You felt sick for even being mad at her for what she did with Shane. It's clear to you that this wasn't what you thought it was. A sick man had used the grief of a woman and got into her pants.

There was absolutely nothing fair about that. “I'm so sorry Lori,” you said with pity in your voice and eyes. “Oh don't worry about me, I will be just fine,” she says with a fake smile. You nod not believing her. “Ok well if you need me tonight just tell me,” you say, patting her arm.

You felt so sick. You felt sick for Lori, for hating her, and for fucking Rick. She deserved her husband. You stole him from her. You felt ashamed. You needed to push these feelings down.

You turn to leave her walking to the exit of the room. “Y/n?” she called. You turn on your heel, “yes?” you ask, looking at her. “I know,” she says in a quiet voice. You felt bile fill your throat.

“My husband he-” she cuts herself off with a sad smile. He wasn't really her husband anymore huh? “Rick h-he is a good man. Take care of him for me will you? Do what I was never able to.” she says with a very sad smile.

Your face contorted with pain. “No Lori, I-I can't do that to you, to your family,” you say, putting your hand up. “No, listen to me y/n. He loves you, I see it every day. I didn't want to at first but I have no choice but to know ok?” she says, nodding her head.

All you can do is sigh. You turn away from her, You walk down the hall preparing to go back to your room. Rick stands outside his door “What's going on?” he asks, looking down at you, you stop slightly in front of him. “Ask your wife.” you quip walking down the hall.

[cluelessteam]

Whispers Through Time: {~Unveiling Fate~}

A/N: Hey guysss! I just want to apologize for literally not updating this story for WEEKSSS! I had been really busy with school and then I had gotten sick and had chest problems. I really hope you guys enjoy these last 2 chapters of "Whispers Through Time"

Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyra’s trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fate—before everything unravels.

Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon

Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon

Word Count: 1254

Tag List: @snowtargaryen, @hippiedippiekitty

Chapter 9 --- Chapter 10

The reader stood in the dimly lit chambers, her mind racing from the events of the last few hours. Rhaenyra’s accusations still rang in her ears, and Daemon’s intense gaze seemed to burn into her soul even now. They had almost discovered her secret, the notes she had been leaving, warning them about potential threats and dangerous outcomes. She had narrowly avoided the truth being exposed, but the lingering sense of tension was palpable.

She paced the room, feeling the weight of the looming decision ahead. She didn’t know how long she could keep hiding her identity—or the fact that she was behind the warnings. A part of her wanted to reveal everything, but the risk of altering the course of history still loomed large. She couldn’t be sure what telling them would do.

The door creaked open, and the reader’s heart jumped into her throat. She turned, her pulse quickening, to see Rhaenyra stepping into the room, her violet eyes filled with curiosity—and something deeper.

“I’ve had enough of these games,” Rhaenyra said softly, stepping toward the reader with quiet grace. “You’re hiding something. And you’re going to tell me what it is.”

The reader took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. She couldn’t let this be the moment they discovered her truth. Not yet.

“I’ve told you, Rhaenyra, I’m not hiding anything,” the reader said, though even she could hear the tremor in her voice. She hoped the room's shadows concealed it from Rhaenyra’s sharp perception.

Rhaenyra’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re lying,” she said, her tone calm but unwavering. “Daemon and I can feel it. You’ve been distant, withholding from us—especially after you stopped those letters from arriving.”

The reader swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. She had intercepted a critical letter meant for Rhaenyra only hours before—one that could have revealed too much about the future and her warnings. If they had seen it, her entire ruse would have unraveled.

“I... I was trying to protect you,” the reader admitted quietly, stepping closer to the edge of the truth without crossing the line. “There are things I know—things that could put your lives in danger. I’ve been trying to prevent that.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes softened slightly, but her expression remained guarded. “What things?” she asked quietly.

The reader hesitated, her heart thudding in her chest. She couldn’t lie outright, but she also couldn’t reveal the full truth. “I’ve seen things,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Visions, maybe. I don’t know how, but... I’ve been trying to keep the future from falling apart.”

The admission felt heavy on her tongue, and she watched Rhaenyra’s face carefully, waiting for her reaction. The princess studied her for a long moment, and the silence between them stretched until it was almost unbearable.

Finally, Rhaenyra sighed softly. “You’ve been playing with fate,” she murmured. “And you didn’t trust us to know?”

“It wasn’t about trust,” the reader replied, her voice filled with quiet desperation. “It was about protecting you. I don’t know what changing things will do.”

Rhaenyra stepped even closer, her presence overwhelming. “You can’t protect us from everything,” she said softly. “You’ve already put yourself at risk. Daemon and I—”

“Daemon and you?” the reader interrupted before she could stop herself, her own turmoil spilling out. “This is exactly why I pulled away. I can’t—”

She stopped herself, biting her lip as she turned away, but Rhaenyra’s hand caught her arm, stopping her retreat. “You can’t what?”

The room felt too small. The truth that had been clawing at the reader’s mind for days was on the verge of breaking free, and she didn’t know how to stop it. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I can’t let myself... care too much. If I do, I could change everything. Your future, your children—everything I know about this world.”

Rhaenyra’s grip on her arm tightened. “You’re afraid of loving us,” she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

The reader turned back to her, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she admitted. “I’m afraid of what loving you—and Daemon—would do. I’ve already changed so much just by being here. If I let myself give in... what happens then?”

Rhaenyra was silent for a moment, her eyes searching the reader’s face. Then, slowly, she let go of the reader’s arm and stepped back. “You’re right,” she said quietly. “You’ve already changed things. But you’re wrong about one thing.”

The reader frowned. “What?”

“You don’t get to decide what our future looks like,” Rhaenyra said, her voice firm. “That’s for us to determine. Not you.”

Before the reader could respond, the door creaked open again. Daemon stepped inside, his face shadowed with concern. He glanced between the two women, sensing the tension in the room. “What’s going on?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes flicked to Daemon, then back to the reader. “It’s time we stop hiding from each other,” she said, her voice low but commanding. “All of us.”

Daemon’s gaze shifted to the reader, his expression unreadable. “She’s right,” he said after a long pause. “We can’t keep playing this game. If we’re to trust you, we need the full truth.”

The reader’s heart sank. This was it—the moment she had feared for so long. She looked between Rhaenyra and Daemon, her mind racing as she tried to find a way out, a way to keep her secret without losing their trust entirely.

“I’m not from here,” she said finally, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

Rhaenyra and Daemon both stared at her, their expressions frozen in shock.

“I’m not... from this world,” the reader continued, her voice trembling. “I don’t know how I got here, but... I know things. Things about your future, about what’s coming. And I’ve been trying to stop it from happening.”

Daemon stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve known about the future this entire time?”

The reader nodded, her breath hitching. “Yes. I’ve known. And I’ve been trying to help without... without changing too much. But it’s getting harder.”

Rhaenyra’s face softened, but there was still an edge of caution in her voice. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I was afraid,” the reader admitted. “Afraid of what would happen if I changed too much. Afraid of... of getting too close to you.”

Daemon’s gaze was piercing, but there was no anger in his eyes. “And now?”

The reader swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. “Now, I’m afraid I already have.”

For a long moment, no one spoke. The silence was thick, charged with the weight of everything left unsaid.

Finally, Rhaenyra stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. “You’re not alone in this. We’ll face whatever comes—together.”

The reader’s heart ached with the warmth of Rhaenyra’s words, but deep down, the fear remained. The future was unraveling before her eyes, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it from falling apart.

[fairykingjing]

Marco the Phoenix x F Reader - Home

Hi! Kinda been obsessed with Marco lately, just being married and having a quiet life, and starting a family. I know other people like him too, so I decided to post a fic about it. More Zoro to come later (and possibly other characters too.)

Summary: Ready to settle down, you and Marco the Phoenix end up in the town “Pops” called home, deciding to spend the rest of your days there. Seeing the other happy families, with kids running around, you and Marco decide you’re ready to start a family of your own. Smut.

Warnings: Lots of plot first, established relationship (you’re both married), breeding, p in v, fluff and smut. 18+ MDNI

WC: 1254

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After the disbandment of the Whitebeard Pirates, you and your husband Marco decided to settle down somewhere to live a quiet life. It didn’t take long to decide on the town your late captain had called home. They were in need of a good doctor, and the two of you were able to help the small town flourish, as well as protect it from harm. You spent your days gardening or reading a good book, and Marco spent time helping the villagers with whatever problems came up, usually medical. The house the two of you shared was bigger than you really needed, but it was comfortable, and it was home.

Marco was making his rounds for the day, assisting someone with a sore knee, and you were sat on your front porch, trying to read a book. Looking across the fields, you could see children running around as they played, and you felt a sense of longing. You envisioned the future with Marco, and you could see a little child running around too, filling up the emptiness looming in the house. You were so lost in your daydream that you didn’t notice one of the villagers approaching, basket in hand as they were dropping off a loaf of bread.

“Lost in thought there, miss?” they questioned.

“Oh, hi. Sorry, guess I was,” you answered.

“It’s all right,” they reassured. “I see you watching the children often. Have you thought about having any of your own? You’ve certainly got the space for it.”

“I don’t know. With everything that’s happened I’m not so sure if I want kids. Or rather, I’m not sure if Marco wants any,” you sighed.

“You’d make great parents, don’t write off the idea just yet, okay?” You nodded in response, and they handed you the bread. “I’d better get back to it now, see you around.” They left down the road back towards town, and you felt a determination in you. You had to at least ask him, right?

The rest of the day was uneventful, and by night you were restless. How could you bring this up? Marco could tell immediately that something was wrong, and he was quick to ask you about it.

“You okay, love? You seem pretty fidgety tonight. Something on your mind?” he asked.

“Oh, um, it-it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it…” you stammered.

“This is you we’re talking about, of course I’m worried when somethings wrong,” he assured. You looked down and fidgeted some more, trying to work up the courage to say something.

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” you asked.

“Kids? Where did this come from?” he asked back in surprise.

You frowned, taking his response as a confirmation that he didn’t want them. Of course he doesn’t want kids, you thought to yourself. He’s a former pirate, and a rather powerful one at that. You struggled for an answer, trying to hide your disappointment. “Seeing the other kids running around, I just thought it might be nice, y’know? We have more house than the two of us need, so maybe having a baby wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

“Hmm,” Marco hummed in response. He pondered for a moment, and you felt nervous as you waited for him to say something else. “I’ve thought about it a lot, actually.”

“Wait, y-you have?” You couldn’t believe what he said.

“How could I not have? This is the perfect place to start a family, after all. And I did pick this house on purpose,” he said.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? I was under the impression you didn’t want kids…” you said, your voice just over a whisper.

“I didn’t want to pressure you. And I’ve been so busy here, it just never came up,” he replied. “But if we’re ready to start a family, then let’s do it. I’d love to put a baby in you.”

You smiled up at him, and he was quick to pull you in for a tender kiss. One of his hands roamed your body softly, stopping to lace your fingers together. He wordlessly pulled you towards the bedroom. Once inside, he guided you to the bed and laid you down. His hands pulled your clothing off piece by piece until you were fully nude in front of him. You blushed, wanting to cover up a bit more, but he stopped you. “You’re so beautiful, love,” he whispered to you. “And you’ll look even more beautiful carrying our precious baby.”

You watched him closely as he pulled his own clothing off, revealing his toned, muscular body. He flashed you a smirk as he took notice of your stare. Laying down next to you, he began to pepper kisses all over you, your forehead, cheeks, mouth, and down to your neck. “You’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

He slipped one hand down to your core, feeling how wet you were already. Gathering some slick on his finger, he rubbed his finger up and down, finally stopping to apply gentle pressure to your clit. Rubbing soft circles, he continued to place kisses to your neck, working back up to your mouth. He continued like this, working you towards your first release. The tension built slowly, but soon enough it was tightening, and you could feel yourself closing in on your release. His pace quickened slightly as he pushed you over the edge. Soft moans and whimpers left your mouth as you released over his hand.

“That’s it, did so good for me,” he praised. As you caught your breath, he positioned himself over you and bent down to give you another kiss. “Can’t wait to have a baby with you, love. You’ll be a wonderful mother.” He finally pushed himself inside you, and you both let out moans at how good it felt. He started a slow, lazy pace, thrusting deeply, but he was clearly in no rush.

“I love you, Marco,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” he replied with a soft smile. He intertwined his fingers with yours, and he began to thrust a little faster, reaching as deep as possible. You were a whimpering mess under him, still sensitive from your previous release. The tension started building up again, and you once again found yourself getting close. You could feel Marco’s thrusts faltering as he grew closer to his own release.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he murmured. “Gonna fill you up now, okay? Put my seed deep inside you, so we can have a baby.” He reached a hand down to circle your clit once more, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“Please,” you whimpered as you clenched around him. “Want this so bad.” That was all it took for him to finish, spilling his warm, white seed deep inside you. As you felt him filling you up, you reached your own finish, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name. He stilled for a moment, allowing the two of you to catch your breath before he finally pulled out. He collapsed next to you and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m excited for this next chapter,” he said, running his hands through your hair. “I meant what I said that you’ll be a great mother.”

“And you’ll be a great father,” you assured. “I’m excited too.” Your eyes began to feel heavy, and soon you fell asleep in his arms, already dreaming about what life would be like with a family of your own.

[nicksbestie]

Nooks And Crannies - M. Sturniolo

a series

part four (read part three here)

Summary : You always seem to be somewhere in the bookstore Matt works at, never buying anything, just reading, and while Matt is technically not supposed to talk to customers for so long while he's on the clock, he can't help himself.

Warnings : none yet!

Word Count : 1254

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : sorry this one took me so long!!!

You hadn’t lied when you said that you were going to come back to The Ivy to both spend time reading new books there, but also to spend time with Matt.

It was a win for both of you, but it had now been a week since you had been to The Ivy, and Matt couldn’t deny the disappointment racked through him every time he went through an entire shift at work without seeing you there. You weren’t avoiding him, but you were trying to get settled in at your new place, get everything finished up, and it had gotten a little overwhelming trying to balance the final touches of moving and also work. It wasn’t for another two days until the weekend came around that you finally made yourself get out of the house, deciding to go back. 

You’d been holed up in your new home for days on end, only leaving for necessities, and you knew that some outside time would really do you some good, and taking a walk down to the bookstore would do perfectly. Not to mention, you would get to see Matt again, which you had been looking forward to. You’d only interacted once, but you’d had a nice conversation, and it seemed like he enjoyed talking to you as well, so you hoped he would be there today. What you didn’t know was that Saturdays were Matt’s day off, and you had decided to show up on a Saturday. 

You couldn’t deny the fact that you were slightly disappointed when you showed up and there wasn’t a familiar face in the store, but you shook it off, knowing that Matt had a life too, one that had been established where you lived for a while now. He didn’t live at the bookstore. (Matt would argue that he almost did, at this point.) You browsed for a little while, getting the same coffee from the cafe that you had gotten last time, taking your time and moving to the back of the store where the small hidden room was, hoping that nobody else would be occupying it. Having not explored the full bookshop yet, you wandered around the windows, loving the sunny cushions up right under hanging light bulbs. The place really did feel very homey.

As you made your way around, you picked up a couple of extra books, smiling to yourself when you noticed how much more relaxed you felt. You fully credited it to the fact that this was the one other place in the new city that you really felt familiar in, and that so far, you had set the bar for amazing experiences here. The more you wandered around, the more you fell in love with the place, and you noticed every spot where someone had transformed this building from whatever had previously occupied it. You could tell a lot of hard work had gone into this building, and a lot of love had poured from the hands that had created it. Always an artist, your imagination flooded with all of the possibilities of what this shop could have looked like before.

It caused beautiful scenes to flow through your mind, images of the walls being painted over with a gorgeous pastel color, someone nailing up bookshelves, the trucks of books being delivered. Glancing over at the small cafe tucked into the corner, you could see the construction of it play before your eyes, like a miniscule projector was inserted right behind them. You probably looked a little silly to anyone just passing by, as you were just standing there, letting the creativity inside your mind run wild. Shaking yourself out of it, you finished taking your slow lap around the store, and walked back to the tiny room that you had been sitting in just a week prior, wrapping your hand around the handle as you pulled the bookcase to the side, heart plummeting when you caught sight of another person inside of it. The disappointment in your mind immediately disappeared when the person sitting with their back to you turned around, hearing the slight sound of the shelf sliding open.

“Welcome back!” 

You smiled, closing the “door” behind you, setting your books and coffee down before sitting across from him.

“Matt! I thought you weren’t working today.” 

He smiled back at you, picking up one of the books from your stack, looking at the back of it. 

“I’m not. Just here to hang out for a while.” 

He handed you the book back, not saying much while you read the back of the book he had been reading before you walked in. You handed it back to him before you spoke again.

“You’d think you wouldn’t want to spend your free time in a place that you work in, but with it being this place, it makes sense.”

“I love working here, and I love being here whenever as well. It gets me out of my house, and it gives me a comfortable space to be in.”

You looked around, nodding.

“This is such a comforting little room.” 

“It is, isn’t it? I found it my first week working here when I was trying to find a place to escape questioning customers for my break.” 

He laughed a small bit after that statement, and you laughed with him. Having worked in retail before, you knew exactly what that feeling was like, and you, too, had often tried to avoid people while you were on your break. 

“It’s nice to be here, I was hoping I’d see you. I can’t lie, I was slightly disappointed when I thought you weren't working.”

Matt gave you a playful look over the edge of his pages. 

“Wow, have I got you that hooked already?” 

You rolled your eyes, the smile on your face telling him that you weren’t actually annoyed with him.

“Well, I have only lived here for a week. I have no other friends.”

“So we’re friends?” 

You looked back down at your book, embarrassment heating up your face, scared that you overstepped.

“Not if you don’t want to be.” 

His head snapped back up from where he had been reading.

“No, no, I would love that! I’m honored that I get to be the first one.”

He smiled at you, and the embarrassment slowly faded, smiling back at him, the moment interrupted by a phone ringing. Matt immediately took his phone out of his pocket, answering it. Before he picked up, you could see the name “Nick” flash across the screen, remembering that Nick was one of his brothers.

“Sorry, one second.”

You nodded, returning to your book and catching Matt’s end of the conversation, but tuning out the most of it as to give him a little bit of privacy. It wasn’t until he hung up that you tuned back in, noticing Matt was standing up.

“I’m so sorry, my brothers need help with something at home, I have to go.” 

You could see the genuine sorrow on his face, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“No worries! I’m sure I’ll catch you around. It was great to see you again!” 

He was about to leave when he turned back around, pulling one of the paper bookmarks from the store out of his pocket and scribbling on it.

“Here’s my number. Friends hang out, right? Text me.”

He left before you had a chance to say anything, leaving you with a new contact number and a smile on your face.

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[jirlshi]

wait so, what is the age order of the bone heads? Or atlesst how would you order them?

THIS IS A HARD QUESTION

Some of the guys doesn't have an official year-of-death/year-of-birth/period-when-they-lived, or even their current age, but I have some "official" info

Daniel - He's the one with a specific year of birth and death (1254-1286), with simple math he lived till 32 and has been dead for 738 years, a total of 770 years till this day

Lewis - In his wiki says he died at 21, the first Mystery Skull shorts doesn't specify in which period of time everything happened, but probably he just been down there a couple of years

Manolo - In the events of the movie he had 19, and he had kids at 22, at least from his wiki, I didn't find what period of time was when it developed the events of the movie, but based of the dialogue of Manolo's cousins, they fought in the mexican revolution and won, between 1910-1917, so probably the events of the movie happened after that, so he can't have more than 126 years, counting living and dead ones

Brook - We know he died at 38 and actually in the manga he has 90, the only thing is that the manga probably isn't in an modern era, I don't know in which period of time One Piece is inspired, so that's unknown

Jack - Doesn't have an official age, probably older than 20-30, also it isn't specified in which year the events of nightmare before chritsmas happened, if we take the year of the movie, near the 90's as the times of the events, then Jack could be between his 40-50

Manny - This is a tricky one, we don't know the age of Manny, even if the events looked like it happened near the 40's or 50's (Grim Fandango's second years is VERY inspired in the movie Casablanca, the events of that movie are in the middle of the WW2, so is very probably that hapenned in those years) we don't know if Manny is older than that. There's a reference in the click and point game Monkey Island and there's Manny with a pin that says "Ask me about Grim Fandango", this could be a simple reference or maybe Manny is HELLA OLD

This is the information I could gathered, you can do your own order of age, cause for now I'm not sure what to believe, if anyone knows some extra info I would appreciate it 😅

[sturniololoco]

Can’t hate you pt 3

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) X Nathan Doe

Warnings: Cussing, hitting, mentions of SA later in the series(and no, it was not Nate), etc.

ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩

SLS/N’s POV

I was sitting alone in my room, alone, in the dark, mindlessly scrolling on my phone when I got a notification.

Nicholas Sturniolo just posted 12 new photos

I clicked on the tab, then scrolled through the pictures, laughing at a few, especially at the one with Chris and I.

But then so got to the bottom, looking at the last three posts.

Nate and I side by side smiling, Nate and I back to back with a sweet tea, then a blurry shot of my chucking my sweet tea in his face.

The picture was too blurry to make out the anger and hatred I felt in that moment, and I was glad.

I scrolled down to check the comments:

Omg the last one 😂. 104 ❤️

aww! 47 ❤️

Oh my gosh I totally ship Nate and SLS/N!!! 1254 ❤️

I felt my face go red at the last one. Slamming my phone down onto the comforter, I sighed leaning my head back on the pillows.

Just before I stood to go take a shower, I saw the headlight pull into the drive way through my window.

The sound of the door opening and the boys talking filled the house. It sounded like they were now sitting on the couch talking.

But then the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs caught my attention.

it was probably Nick coming to scold me. Or thank me for the good shot.

But when the door was flung open, a sweet tea covered Nate walked in, closing the door behind him.

“Wow, knock much?” I asked him, nonchalantly going back to my phone to hide my red cheeks.

His shirt was soaking wet, making it stick to his toned stomach.

What is wrong with me?

“I’ll start knocking when you fix your attitude.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

I rolled my eyes, still trying to hide my cherry red face from him.

“What is your problem?”

I wish I had another sweet tea to throw at him. instead I slammed my phone into the bed and stood up, getting close to his face.

I was no longer blushing. I was mad.

“What is my problem? Are you serious? My problem is the fact that you show up here, expecting everything to go back to the way it was. But you need to understand that it won’t, not after what you did.” I say, tears of anger welling up in my eyes, only to over flow into my face.

Nate’s face drops as he looks down at me, his arms still crossed over his chest.

“You can’t still be mad about what happened senior year?” He says, his tone no longer mad, but questioning.

I look at him, dead in the eyes. I don’t say a word, know if I speak, I’ll break.

I give him a stern nod, tears pooling over my eyes.

“SLS/N… I-I’m sorry…” he starts, reaching out to touch my arm.

I take a step back before going around him, saying,

“I don’t think sorry is gonna cut it this time.”

-

After leaving my own room, I went to Nicks and showered in there, throwing on a fresh love suit that he got from Chris.

I walked downstairs with wet hair to see the boys sitting in the couch watching a movie and eating pizza.

After grabbing a piece, I sit next to Nick, who just so happens to be sitting the furthest away from Nate.

I can feel his eyes on me the whole time, not even watching the movie, but I don’t dare look up.

It’s not worth the risk of him thinking I care about him again.

-

“we’re going to bed” Chris says, standing up from his spot on the couch.

Nate stands and follows him, as he’s sharing a room with him. There door closes as Matt stands, saying that he’s going to bed as well.

Eventually it’s just Nick and I, sitting in silence, that is until he speaks.

“So, uh, what happened with the sweet tea catastrophe?” Nick asked giving me a goofy smile.

I can’t help but laugh, that picture was hilarious.

Nick is the only person who knows what happens with us in high school. He knows why I don’t trust him.

After explaining what happens, and complimenting him on his camera work, he says,

“I think you should give him a shot.”

I whip my head around to stare at him, giving him crazy eyes.

“Woah, don’t break ya neck on me! I’m just saying, I can see the way he looks at you. And I know you blush almost every time he talks to you.”

I try to stutter out an explanation, but I can’t think of one.

I hadn’t been blushing! Had I?

“I-well…okay, maybe, but still. I cant let myself get sucked back into him. Not after what happens last time.” I say, feeling the tears well up in my eyes at the memory.

he gives me a small, sympathetic smile before saying,

“listen, I know you’re scared and upset, and you have every right to be. But take into account that it was high school, we were all dumb back then, some of us still are.”

I think about his words, carefully. I may not trust Nate, but I can see where he’s coming from.

“At least try? That’s all I’m asking.” Nick pleads, grabbing my hand and giving it a little squeeze.

I look up at him.

“I’ll give him one more second chance.” I say.

Nick smiles, pulling me into a hug, and that’s how we fell asleep.

-

“Sis, wake up. We gotta go film a car video for tomorrow.” Matt said, petting my hair til I woke up.

I sat up quickly, forgetting where I was. Checking my surroundings, I quickly found out that I was still on the couch but a pillow replaced Nick.

I quickly walked up to my room to get read, already knowing my hair was a mess.

-

The car was kinda tight with 5 people in it, but we managed. Nick and Nate were in the back, leaning over me, who was sitting on the car floor behind the center console, to get into view.

The topic of today’s video was memories with Nate and growing up with him in Boston.

Per usual, everyone was acting silly and joking around, but I stay r rather quiet.

Yes, I had many good memories with Nate, we used to be best duo in Somerville.

Until he changed that, so now the bad memories overpowered the good ones.

“You and Nate used to be really close before we moved, what stories do you got sis?” Nick said, poking me in the back.

I turned slightly to look at him. He gave me a knowing look back.

“I’ll give him one more second chance.”

I sighed, knowing he was right, I should give him one more second chance.

“I-um… yeah, we used to ride bikes and stuff around our neighborhood.” I said, my face turning red as soon as the words leave my mouth.

I mentally face planed myself for sounding so awkward.

“Wow. BORING! I remember…” Chris said making the car laugh, my red face finally sinking back into my skin.

The I felt a singular finger rub up and down my arm. But this time it wasn’t Nick.

Just as my face went back to its fire truck shade of red, my phone buzzed.

I opens it to see Nate had texted me. For the first time in months.

we need to talk. Tonight

-

We made it home from the car video with little fuss. We grabbed dinner from Canes on the way home, but this time, I told my brothers my order.

After excusing myself from the living room, I made my way up to my room to shower.

But before I could turn the water on, there was a knock on my door.

And this time, I knew who it was.

Maybe a little smut next chapter 🤫

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[cityof2morrow]

CDK: Tech Suite

Published: 9-30-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY Cubic Dynamics by John B. Cube and Marcel Dusims forged the future with furnishings that were minimalist in design and maximalist in erudite pretension. Generations later, the company continues to produce edge-of-cutting-edge designs. Use the Cubic Dynamics Kitbash (Simmons, 2023-2024) collection to set up corporate, exposition, and office environments. Envisioned as an add-on to the Cubic Dynamics set (EA/Maxis, archived at GOS), it features minimalist and retro-futuristic objects. Find more CC on this site under the #co2cdkseries tag. Read the Backstory and ‘Dev Notes’ HERE. What company could survive without someone to call and ask “did you try turning it off and on again?” – well go ahead and set up your own It, media, and tech department with the TECH SUITE.

DETAILS All EPs/SPs. §See Catalog for Pricing | See Buy/Build Mode You need the Company Expo (Mesh Pack) set (Simmons, 2024) for TXTRs to show properly in game. ALL files with “MESH” in their name are REQUIRED. You may need “move objects” and “grid on/off” cheats to place some objects to your liking. IMPORTANT: The server cabinet has an animated/pulsing red light that blinks repeatedly. If you are light-sensitive or simply don’t want this effect in-game, keep the“v2-NoPulse” version. You can’t have both in-game at the same time. When placing partitions/floating shelves and tables/desks/counters on the same tile, place the partition/shelves first. I recommend using this set with Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023), which includes Numenor’s fix for OFB shelves (2006), for easier use overall. ITEMS Server Cabinet (1238 poly) – choose the “v2-NoPulse” version if sensitive to pulsing light Conference Table (534 poly) Desks 001-002 (910-1482 poly, HIGH) Desk 002 Neon (234 poly) -place on same tile as desk 002 Desk Chair (1254 poly, HIGH) DOWNLOAD (choose one) from SFS | from MEGA COMPATIBILITY AVOID DUPLICATES: The #co2cdkseries includes edited versions – replacements - for items in the following CC sets: 4ESF (office 3, other 1/artroom, other 2/build), All4Sims/MaleorderBride (miskatonic library, office, postmodern office), CycloneSue (never ending/privacy windows), derMarcel (inx office), Katy76/PC-Sims (bank/cash point, court/law school sets, sim cola machine), Marilu (immobilien office), Murano (ador office), Reflex Sims (giacondo office), Retail Sims/HChangeri (simEx, sps store), Simgedoehns/Tolli (focus kitchen, loft office, modus office), ShinySims (modern windows), Shoukeir via Sims2Play(reverie office, step boxes/shelving), Spaik (sintesi study), Stylist Sims (offices 1,2, & 3, Toronto set), Tiggy027 (wall window frames 1-10), Wall Sims (holly architecture, Ibiza). *The goal is link the objects to the recolors/new functions in the #co2cdkseries without re-inventing the wheel! Credit to the original creators. CREDITS Thanks: EarlyPleasantview/EPV, Panda, Soloriya, ChocolateCitySim, HugeLunatic, Klaartje, Ocelotekatl, Whoward69, LoganSimmingWolf, Gayars, Ch4rmsing, Ranabluu, Gummilutt, Crisps&Kerosene, LordCrumps, PineappleForest. Sources: Any Color You Like (CuriousB, 2010), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik). SEE CREDITS (ALT)

[ayyydra]

It’s Rude To Stare | F!Reader/Millions Knives Oneshot (NSFW)

A/N: OOC Tristamp Millions Knives humouring reader with his arms. This little one-shot blossomed from an idea that I had, and subsequently shared, in a Trigun server. Gets quite spicy towards the end. I also have a bit of a Knives muse floating around in my head who comes and goes as he pleases. He's pretty fun to write. Words: 1254. Tags: Vaginal fingering (f!receiving), Finger fucking (f!receiving). Ao3 Link Trigun Fic Master List Divider Credit: cafekitsune

It’s rude to stare, or so that's what you've been told for most of your life.

But you can't seem to tear your eyes from the sight of the way Knives’ arms flex, tense and relax. Not only do you stare from afar when he's training, but it’s the first thing you notice about him when he’s idly standing about or sitting down, or when he is talking to you. It’s those moments like these when your mind begins to wander...

You wonder what it’s like to touch them. You wonder how hard the muscle must feel when it is flexed, and how soft it must be when relaxed. You wonder if the skin stretching over said muscle is smooth and supple to touch. 

But when Knives catches you staring for a little bit too long, his blank expression shifts into one of curiosity.

“What are you staring at?”

Your expression is that of prey being caught between the jaws of a predator, your eyes widening in panic as he calls you out. You stutter and whatever speech you had suddenly evades you. You are unsure of how to respond, but when you've attempted to string something together and make an excuse, he's already picked up on why you're staring. 

And he humours you.

"Is this human entranced with the sight of my arms? Very well, if I must pique your curiosity, then here..."

His hands are broad and soft - uncalloused - as he takes yours and places them on his shoulders, the top half of his skin-tight suit dematerialising. He’s warm and soft, exactly like you had imagined, his muscles firm as your hands slide and drift down to give his biceps a gentle squeeze.

"Is this what you were after?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. 

You’re afraid to express yourself for a moment, but the cadence and softness of his voice, and the way his eyes search yours for a response oddly calms you.

“Yes…” you breathe, sliding your hands around to his triceps to feel and gently squeeze the muscle there.

A laugh rumbles from his chest, reverberating throughout his body so much so, that you can feel it in the flesh beneath your palms and fingertips.

“Such predictable and simple creatures…” he remarked softly as he looked down at you. 

But Knives' arms aren't just for show, oh no. There is brute strength behind those arms of his, even if he is seen utilising his bladed tendrils to make quick work of his foes, and those who stand in his way on the daily. Perhaps that's how his skin has remained unmarked and unblemished all these years; never letting anyone, not even a human, come too close for comfort.

Well, that was until he met you of course.

You are perhaps the only one - the first and last human on this desert planet - that has and ever will experience first hand, the brute strength of Millions Knives. But it's a different type of brute strength that you experience.

It's not the kind you see him use when resorting to violence and bloodshed, but it's one that no one else has ever seen him use.

Ever.

Not even in the one-hundred and fifty years he's been roaming this desert planet.

Until one day when you were being particularly unruly and rebellious - enough to test Knives' patience and push it to the brink - was when he took you completely by surprise. You let out a surprised gasp as he effortlessly lifted you up with one arm and draped you over his shoulder. As you were being carried away, your face bloomed at the thought of what else he was capable of when using both arms on you.

And you very quickly learned what these capabilities were. 

A sheen of sweat covers your bodies as a single hand of his pins both of your wrists above your head, the other, working between your spread legs, prying a never ending river of slick from your core. It’s truly a delectable sight, watching his forearm and bicep tense and relax as he works two of his thick fingers into your cunt; his fingers curled nice and deep inside of you, the soft pads of his fingertips hammering away at your most sensitive spot as he finger fucks you. 

"For your unruly and petulant misbehaviour earlier, this is your punishment..." he scolds, his voice not faltering for even a moment as his hand continues to work you into a babbling mess.

You weakly nod in response, far too carried away with what was going on between your legs and the pleasure addling your brain. You wouldn't exactly call this 'punishment' more than you would call it a 'reward', but you were smart enough not to tell him that even in such a state. If anything, you were getting almost exactly what you wanted from him, and it was all because of those damn sculpted arms of his and how badly you wanted him to man handle you with them.

The sounds that fill the room are so wet and lewd. He's bringing you pleasure that you're not quite so sure that you yourself could ever bring with your own fingers ever again. Perhaps you would find a way to make this a bit more of a common occurrence with your ways, maybe you would bring yourself to ask him to use you and your body as a way to explore humans in a 'different' way.

You lull your head to the side, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to focus on the pleasure rapidly building between your legs, pushing you closer and closer to sweet bliss.

"Look at me."

His command snaps you from your short-lived pleasure filled daze. You do as you are told and slowly turn your head to meet his ice-blue gaze; only to find it unwavering from yours. A light grin tugs at his lips when you comply as he begins to grind the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit; your eyes blowing wide and your back arching at the added external stimulation. Wanton moans slipped from your lips as the calculated, yet careless assault on your sweet spots intensified; the internal and external stimulation now overwhelming you, pushing you to the brink of an orgasm. 

“N-Nai… I’m gonna… Oh... Oh f-fuck, fuck, fuck…” you curse, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. You were so, so close...

"Do not look away…” he growls through grit teeth. “Look at me when you cum…”

Knives keeps up with his pace as you weakly attempt to hold your head up to look at him. The sight above you is heavenly, the beads of sweat forming on his temples, the way his platinum blonde hair sticks to his forehead and his eyes focused in concentration on you is enough to bring you to your orgasm; your hips stuttering and walls contracting hard around his fingers as you cry out his name in rapture. Thick, smooth and soft digits continue to fuck you through your orgasm as the heel of his palm continues its grinding on your clit to the point of overstimulation, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes from the intense stimulation as your body goes limp beneath his touch.

You whimper as he removes his fingers, his hand petting your sopping wet cunt as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl…” he purrs against you.

And here you thought it was rude to stare…

[lovevalley45]

#fictober24 - day twenty

"I saw your eyes light up."

fandom: not another d&d podcast (bahumia/ba2mia)

word count: 1254

It was rare that things calmed down on the Astral Plane enough to take a break. But on the occasion they did, a vacation was in order. 

“A few days in the Feywild? Aw, we haven’t been there in, uh…” Moonshine trailed off, looking up from her packing. “Shit. It’s really been a minute.” 

“Well, yeah. I figured we could take a stop there before going by Shadowfell to see Mom,” Hardwon said. 

“Bev? You down for that?” Moonshine asked. 

Beverly looked up from his journal. “Oh. Yeah.” The Feywild still held some rocky memories for him - but then again, so did half the Material Plane. 

Hardwon grinned. “Callie and Sol have been helping Oberon, you know, un-tame it. We can say hi. You’ve really gotta meet these two. And their friend. They’re good people.”

“More wild in the Feywild? I’m down for that,” Moonshine said. “It’ll be a blast.” 

In their actual itinerary, the Feywild was near the latter end of their vacation. Bahumia had changed a lot since he was last there; the Dragon Elves had installed a new High Princess, the Crick had faced an attempted overthrow, the Irondeep dwarves and the fire giants were in a tenuous alliance, and the Ezry bubble had fallen for the first time in over two centuries. Somehow, Frostwind was the least changed since they last visited. 

Going through the rift to the Feywild, though, was a much different change. 

The plane had always been more magical than the Material Plane, but now it seemed to brim. Instead of the permanent morning that the Spring Court had stayed in, the sun seemed to move in the sky as Hardwon led them to his friend’s place. 

“This is where Callie says they’re set up now, at least. Just look for a duck-themed camper,” he told them. 

“Duck-themed?” Beverly muttered under his breath. 

“That’s what they go by. Duck Team.” 

“Right.” 

The grass came up so high that he felt like he was wading through it. Maybe that was just an issue at his height, but it made the journey difficult. Finally, though, the setting sun glinted off the metal of a camper. 

Hardwon was grinning as he pointed. “There they are.” 

“Just in time.” Moonshine sighed. “Oh, Melora, I should have brought something. I mean, I did grab some Crick water before we left.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Bev said. 

They followed Hardwon to the door. He barely had a chance to knock before the door swung open. 

“Hardwon!” A spring eladrin pulled him into a hug. “I was worried you’d gotten lost out there.” 

“Trust me, I know the Feywild like the back of my hand.” 

“Eh, it’s gotten more tricky than it used to be. And that’s saying something.” She peeked past him. Flowers floated in her watery hair like lilypads on the surface of a pond. “Hello there! I’m Calliope Petrichor, but you can just call me Callie.” 

Moonshine bounded up the steps. “Ah, so you’re the infamous Callie. Hardwon talks about you all the time.” 

Callie grinned. “Really?” She chuckled. “Then that must make you Bev.” 

“Guilty,” he said, coming up to greet her. 

“Well, come on in. Plenty of room.” Callie ducked her head inside. “Calder? Grab some more Molsons.” 

Hardwon hadn’t been lying about the duck theme, but there was something cozy in its kitschiness. They’d spent so long in airships that the change of pace was nice. The inside was much larger than it looked on the inside - not as large as Moonshine’s Marvelous Stump, but certainly not cramped. 

The sitting area was already occupied. A bullywug in a sweater and a scarf, covered in mushrooms, stopped his game of cards with a dwarven teenager as they came in. So too did the halfling knights talking across from them. 

They were Green Knights, still clad in their armor. It was still strange seeing the familiar green plate so far from home, but there was something stranger still. The older one, he looked just like-

“Balnor,” Moonshine muttered under her breath.

Hardwon laughed, somewhat stilted, before he started across the room. “Hey, Sol, buddy. And Kenna, hey. Who are your buddies?” 

“Oh, yeah, this is Robert and Balnor,” the bullywug said. “Sorry, I guess Callie didn’t tell you we had other guests.” 

The younger halfling stood and bowed. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” 

“Nice to meet you…” Balnor trailed off. 

“Hardwon.” The word sounded like it got caught in his throat. “Hardwon Surefoot.” 

Beverly couldn’t blame him. At least he wasn’t the only one still glued to the spot. 

“We’ve got Molsons!” Callie broke the tensions, emerging from the kitchen with a frosty half-giant who had to duck under the door frame. “They’re nice and cold. I’m sure you could use a drink after walking all day.” 

Moonshine took a bottle from her hand. “Thanks. Yeah…” She twisted the top off and took a slow sip.

As Beverly let Callie hand him a bottle, his eyes drifted back to Hardwon and Balnor. 

“Don’t just stand there,” she said. “Make yourself at home.” 

He followed Callie and her friend to the sitting area. Moonshine, it seemed, was taking it slightly better than he was. But that was mostly because she’d started making conversation with Sol instead of addressing Balnor directly. 

Two hundred years. That was when Alanis had told them that she’d plucked out Balnor to be their companion. None of them had been keeping track of the years like that, on the off-chance that they’d see him again. 

The timeline had changed. This Balnor still had his son, had become a Green Knight. He was still Balnor the Brave, just not… their Balnor the Brave. 

Seeing him happy, content, someone’s father was a pleasant sight. Yet it felt like it stabbed him through the chest. He was distracted watching Balnor pick up cards with Kenna that he hardly noticed Robert - Bobby - coming up to him. 

“Must be nice to see a fellow Green Knight, huh?” he asked Beverly. 

“Huh?” 

“I saw your eyes light up when you saw us.” 

“Oh. Yeah.” He took in Robert’s armor. The design on the plate had changed over the years - much more ornamental, the sun sigil of Pelor morphed into the Summer Court’s banner. He didn’t even know if he considered himself much of a Green Knight anymore. Not since he’d lost Erlin. Maybe even before then. 

“I’ve heard the stories about the first Green Knights. Including your father, Beverly the Fourth. I never imagined I’d meet his son,” Robert said. 

What his dad had done to protect him, the deal he’d made, he imagined they didn’t teach that in the accolades of prior Green Knights that served the Seelie Court. But there was something ironic in that. The son of the man who’d been his father when he had lost his, telling him that he looked up to his. 

“I’m sure I must be embarrassing myself,” he told Beverly. “I apologize.” 

“No,” he said quickly. “It’s just strange, you know? Not that, but… seeing echoes of the past now, so long after.”

“I imagine it must be.” Robert smiled. “If you ever want some really exciting stories about the Green Knights, you should ask my father. He got into some trouble before I was sworn in, and even then, he won’t retire.” 

Beverly laughed. “That sounds like Ba-” He stopped himself. “Yeah. That sounds like my own dad.” 

Robert patted his armor. “It is nice to meet you, Beverly.” 

“Yeah. You too.”

[spikedhe4rt]

Hi! Could you make a story where dally and yn go on a date and it’s like SUPER sweet

Dallas x Reader Fluff

Word Count: 1254

I got up from bed and immediately checked my calendar in excitement. It was the day of my and Dallas's date. At first, I was skeptical of the Dallas Winston wanting to go out on a date but I finally gave in. He has too much playboy past but said he was willing to change. I took a deep breath and headed to my bathroom.

I opened my shower curtain and turned on the hot water. I quickly watched my body thoroughly before rushing out of the shower. I shivered when the cold air hit my body and face, before drying off thoroughly. I grabbed my makeup, thinking about the look I wanted to do. I wanted to do something simple glam since were only going to the dingo and drive in.

I applied foundation all over my face not forgetting my neck or ears. Then with concealer i apply to my under eyes, chin, nose and forehead and blend out with a beauty blender. Then I set my face with some loose setting powder. I finished with some blush and lipstick.

Once I returned to my room, I grabbed my outfit and finished getting ready. I added my favorite earrings and I was all finished. After a couple minutes, I heard a hard knock on my door. I perked up excitedly, knowing it was my date. I opened it to find a nervous-looking Dallas. 'Hi, Dally" I said as I beamed. He gave me a toothy smile back, “Hi, y/n. this is for you by the way” He pulled a slightly wilted rose from behind his back.

“Thank you. I love it, you ready to go?” he nodded then grabbed my hand. He took me to his car and even opened the door for me. Dallas Winston being a real gentleman? He started the car and started to drive, using one hand to drive. I look at him, his hair blowing in the wind from the open window.

“So where are you taking me, Winston?” He shook his head and smiled, a real smile. “I wanted to take you to the dingo, that okay?” I nodded, examining his handsome features. “What are you staring at? Do i have something on my face” he asked, looking panicked. I giggled “No, you just look so handsome today” He winked at me and focused on the road.

Once we got there, he got out the car and told me to wait. He hurriedly ran to my side and opened my car door. I swooned at his kindness. “C’mon babe” We walked in the dingo, music inside playing loudly and laughter echoing through out. He walked me to a table in the corner kind of secluded from the rest. I sat down across from his chair and grabbed my menu. He grabbed his quickly to start browsing it. I guess were both hungry.

“What are you gonna get doll?” I looked up at him, smiling a bit. “I think im gonna get a orange juice” He told me he was gonna get the same thing. I chuckled at him. “So how long have you lived here?” I asked trying to start up a conversation. “Well I moved here when I was about 10 or 11 from New York. I needed to get away from there” He answered skeptically. I nodded in understanding. “I get it. I loved Michigan but it just to boring and I needed some more in my life” I told him.

After that, the waiter Tanya came to talk our order, “I’ll get the old fashioned chicken” and “I want the baked ham sandwich…please” We said hurriedly. She took our orders and left quickly. “You look really nice today Y/n” I blushed at his words. “Thank you!” I replied trying to not squeal. I can’t wait to tell my friends about this.

Tanya came back to the scene with two plates. She tilted her head with a sweet smile, looking at us “First date huh?” Dallas looked at her shocked. How could she sense it? “Y-yea” She laughed at his nervousness before setting down our plates. “Enjoy lovebirds” I gave her a “thank you” before she walked away.

We began to eat and converse. “So before we go any further, I want to make you really like me. Not anyone else just me” I looked at him strange, getting caught off guard by his question. “Of course, I like like you, Dallas. Theres absolutely no one else baby” He smiled. “You’re perfect you know that?” I giggled at him and his words. “Well I try” I said with a small wink. He chuckled at my antics.

We finished our food and were driving to the drive in. Once we got there, we snuck under the gate. Were still greasers after all. He got me a coke and we shared a popcorn. It was one of those random beach movies so we spent the whole time mostly talking. I learned a lot about him. We talked about our childhoods and what it would be like to get out of this town.

I talked about going to Texas one day. “Im being serious as a funeral, Dally. How does someone named dallas not like Texas” I laughed at my own jokes. He playfully rolled his eyes “Hardy Har-har, doll.” I was still cracking up at my self still. “Im sorry. Would this make you feel better?��� I gave him a kiss on the cheek, feeling confident in the moment. He laughed along with me after that.

We finished the movie soon after, almost being kicked out for being too loud. He decided to drive his car to bucks and walk me home since it wasn’t that far. As we walked, it felt peaceful. The town was silent for once, or at-least it felt like it was with him. We walked side to side in silence for a while till i stopped dead in my tracks. Dallas stopped with me, looking confused. I held out my hand for him to grab, looking in his eyes for acceptance. He grabbed my hand immediately with a small smirk.

I leaned towards him, our bodies nestled against each other. “Ive never seen Tulsa be this quiet.” he said, breaking the silence. “I thought it was just me.” I replied. He shook his head slightly as we continued to walk. We arrived at my porch soon after, wishing we had more time in secret.

I turned to him face-to-face. “This is it huh? I had a really good time tonight, Dal.” He smiled down at me. “So did I. I have an idea to make it better tho” I smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. I grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Dallas started to bring his hands down to my butt but quickly caught himself, situating them at my waist. I smiled, taking his hands back down. The kiss was fierce and passionate. We stayed there for about 4 minutes before pulling away breathless.

“Ive been needing to do that all day, Dal” He smiled. “Me too. I’ll tell you what…” he leaned into me, mouth close to my ear to whisper “we’ll save the rest for our next dates.” I giggled at his words. I gave him one last kiss before walking back up to my door. “I’ll see you tomorrow Dal” I said as i blew him a kiss. He caught it and put it in his pocket, starting to walk away. “Bye doll.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this. Im finally out of school so I have so much free time so I will be writing more. Let me know if you guys want this to be a series because I really like these two’s relationship. My request box is always open!! Love you guys!!! 💗

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the art of taming

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kfyYKMt by butchyaoi He’s just looking at him, so tenderly, so open. Bruce forces himself to meet the gaze, not sure what’s reflecting in his eyes. He hopes that whatever Clark can see in them is enough to keep him there. “I’m not going to press,” Clark says, which at least isn’t him leaving. “If you don’t want this, that’s okay.” This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. There is supposed to be a profound coming together. Clark is waiting and Bruce doesn’t know how to get there. (Or Bruce needs some courage and a little nudge to get there and Clark is patient and unwavering.) Words: 1254, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Kiss, Nervous Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Tries, Touch-Starved Bruce Wayne, Awkward Bruce Wayne, in a way it's like bruce is the fox and clark is the little prince and he just has to tame him okay read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kfyYKMt

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Unnecessary Guardian (Legolas x unnamed OC)

Summary: Legolas insists on secretly guarding his dear friend on her first patrols as a new Mirkwood Spider Hunter. (A/N: OC does not actually appear in the story, but is alluded to as "She".)

Prompt: Story inspired by the Anonymous share received below:

Word count: 790

Rating: General Audience

Content: Fluffy implied romance, brotherly banter and ribbing, OC Mirkwood Prince, Feren

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: Link

Dedication: For Anon: Thank you for inspiring me to write my first-ever drabble! I hope your job training continues to go well, and that having Legolas as your imaginary guardian gives you strength and confidence. <3

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

Unnecessary Guardian

Third Age 1254 Spring

Mirkwood

“It will be the last time I ask this favor, brother. I swear it,” insisted Legolas, twisting his body to narrowly avoid collision with a hunter ducking back out of the crowded armory shed. 

Gelir rolled his eyes as he yanked a sheaf of arrows from the weapons rack and slid it into his leather quiver. “And last week, you swore it would be the one and only time.” With the younger prince stubbornly on his tail, he marched out to the assembly grounds, where over half of his unit had already gathered.  

"I misjudged how long my protection would be needed."

“Needed?” Gelir barked a laugh as he strapped on the last of his gear. “If your conclusion from that patrol is that she needs anyone to protect her, then you must not have been watching very carefully. And that, honeg, would only render your gallant services even more unnecessary.”

Protests died on Legolas’s lips, silenced by the truth. His mind flashed back on the memories of that first attack, when a spider the size of an aurochs charged at your party from an underground lair. He had been following high above in the trees, as close as he could get without defying Gelir’s orders. He barely had a chance to raise his bow before your arrow found its mark dead center in the spider’s cluster of eyes. Hit in its most vulnerable spot, the creature collapsed writhing, leaving it to be finished off easily by the knives of your comrades. 

“She outshot Feren at the range yesterday,” Gelir said, snapping Legolas out of his daze and making him wonder if his brother had snuck into his thoughts. The prince grinned and brandished two fingers at another hunter standing within earshot. “Twice.”

“Two times out of five rounds,” Feren called out with a shrug. “I got her in three.”

“Still a worthy achievement, from previously never being able to best you,” Gelir hollered over at his second-in-command. “She is learning and growing by leaps and bounds. I for one am eager to see how quickly she will rise in rank.

“Well, she should be arriving any second now,” Feren interjected, throwing a pointed glance at Legolas. “I would suggest heading off, unless you are willing to answer what I can only assume would be a string of uncomfortable questions should she find you here."

Legolas grabbed Gelir’s arm before he could walk away to join his unit. “Please.”

Something in the tone of his voice must have moved the older prince, because he stopped short to study him for a long pause. “All right,” Gelir finally said. “You may come along, like a sneaky little stowaway. Again.”

He tutted and held up a hand as Legolas’s expression cracked into a jubilant smile. “But only IF you admit that you are doing this not for her, but for you.” The Captain of the Spiderhunters grinned and clapped a hand on his arm. “Your attempts to feed me such frail lies is just insulting now, honeg. Solid, convincing lies, those I can respect. But this one is weak.”

Legolas raised his chin and fought vainly against the flush creeping up his neck.  

“I believe she benefits from having me--”

“Tsk, no. Try again.”

Legolas hissed and turned away, clutching his head in frustration. Gelir was not one to magnanimously let an opportunity like this pass, not when he had him cornered like desperate prey. Any moment now, you were likely to appear at the clearing, and he would be caught without an excuse for being all this way across the kingdom, so far from the Elvenking’s Halls where his duties lay. 

Legolas let out a slow, deep breath, then drew it slowly back in. “I…care about her,” he mumbled grudgingly, but as he released these words, a hard knot in his chest seemed to loosen with it. “I just want… I need to know she will not come to harm out there.”

At last, a smile that actually looked proud and sympathetic flickered on Gelir’s face. Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed his brother by the sides of his face and lightly knocked his forehead against his. Then just as quickly, he gripped him by the shoulders and gave him an affectionate little shake. 

"Be more careful about staying out of sight. Only Feren and I are wise to this and we will cover for you if need be, but do not make it harder for us by inviting suspicion.”

“Annon allen. I am in your debt,” vowed Legolas, already backing away and preparing to make himself scarce.

Gelir laughed and waved him off. “You are still a fool! But that is a problem I shall help you fix another time.”

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