punky-funky

[rosycheekies]

Hita-Hita by Tsuruta Kenji

[santanasaintmendes]

what it’s like to date them ~ f2 + sebastian montoya edition

masterlist

drivers included: ollie bearman, kimi antonelli, dino beganovic, sebastian montoya and arthur leclerc

type: fluff & a tiny bit of angst

warnings: mentioning of jumping off a cliff (ollie) , small sexual innuendo (sebastian) , mention of making out (ollie), if any of those make you uncomfortable please keep scrolling!

photos are found on pinterest & all credits go to their rightful owners!

a/n: it’s my first time trying something like this so feedback is appreciated! i love sebastian montoya so i just HAD to include him. likes and reblogs are always appreciated, enjoy xx

Ollie Bearman

being ollie bear man’s girlfriend is no easy task

he’s constantly travelling around the world and sometimes being in a relationship is unrealistic for an f2 driver like him

but to be honest ollie would rather jump off a cliff than not have you by his side

the two of you are the exact embodiment of sleepy gf x cuddly boyfriend

whenever ollie gets the chance he flies you out to watch him race

late night walks together are a common thing for you both

LEGO DATES OF COURSE (reference to cosmic girl records)

cute good morning voice messages (HIS SLEEPY VOICE IS TO DIE FOR)

he’ll randomly send you photos of what he’s doing whether that’s photos of his meals or him at the gym he loves to keep you updated

in the EXTREMELY rare occasion you guys fight he’ll never EVER let you guys go to sleep without making up (and out 😌)

he loves gifting you flowers and he’ll keep one so he knows when to buy you another bouquet

he’s a goner when you play with his hair while cuddling

y’all hold hands under the table ALL THE TIME

he’s like your own personal photographer, constantly taking photos of you for your instagram or his

he 100% smiles when he reads your texts if you’re far away back home

sometimes it’s so bad that kimi and dino will tease him about it all day long

sings to you. badly, but you’re too nice to tell him he’s got a bad voice

you guys love watching movies together, whether it’s old movies like top gun or the latest ones like deadpool and wolverine

sometimes yall just sleep on the couch together

of course, ollie being the true romantic he is, loves taking you out to fancy restaurants, dancing in the rain, gives you his hoodies, the list could go on forever

facetiming and messaging 24/7

you guys could honestly talk forever, the conversation always flows so easily between you guys

y’all know that one scene in tangled where rapunzel and eugene are in the boat on the lake with the lanterns and eugene’s admiring rapunzel? LITERALLY YOU GUYS

i’d say, Ollie’s love language is 100% physical touch and quality time

homeboy CANNOT keep his hands of you, so you’ve either always got your fingers intertwined or his hands are around your waist or on your back

honestly? you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend and ollie for a better girlfriend ��

Kimi Antonelli

they say italians are one of the most romantic people on earth and kimi never fails to prove that to you

kimi has you laughing all the damn time with his habit of cracking jokes all day, sometimes the two of you will be sitting in silence, make eye contact and burst out laughing

he loves loves loves calling you cute names in italian, amore, bella, tesoro

he loves teaching you small phrases in italian

100% you guys are idiots to lovers, you both are lost in your own little world with humour only the two of you guys understand

kimi ALWAYS makes time for you, even when he’s tired, hes always up to call or cuddle no matter the hour

you’re a sucker for his italian accent 🇮🇹

you love playing “Bella Ciao” on full blast to wake him up from a nap

AND TRUST, at first he’s always grumpy

but he can never stay mad at you for long it’s always ends up with laughs and tickles

kimi texts you the funniest most random things

once you woke up to a text from kimi that read: do you think penguins get angry

safe to say you had to explain for the next couple of minutes to kimi that it was impossible to know because he kept hitting you with the “but why” card

he loves sending you memes that are definitely not funny just to see what your reaction is

he loves to tease you ALL the time

you guys love to take the silliest photos together

exactly like blake lively and ryan reynolds, the two of you have a good social media presence which often includes making fun of each other and joking around. it makes the fans go crazy and love you two even more

yall have shared playlists fr and kimi just loves annoying you by adding the most weirdest songs like the barney theme song or the bill nye the science guy song

he gifted you a CD player once and he loves giving you CD’s he makes with songs he thinks you’ll like

he once told you he’d step on a LEGO for you

you guys love to attend concerts when you have a chance

dating kimi can sometimes be a walk in the park and other times not the easiest

comforting kimi after a bad race is always hardest because he’s such a dedicated and passionate driver

but there’s nothing that you can’t fix, if that’s just holding him while he’s upset or just sitting with him while he speaks, you’re there for him every time

and he loves you for that, you’re both teenagers but he’s 101% sure that one day he wants to marry you, and you? you’ve known it since the moment you met him

Dino Beganovic

dino may be the funniest guy you’ve ever met

he loves seeing you smile and each time he makes you laugh or smile it’s like an achievement

dino’s also an athletic guy, always in the gym or going on hikes in whatever country he’s in at the time

and he drags you along every time

sometimes it’s a pain but it’s worth it when he has the biggest smile ever when you guys reach the top of the mountain or exit the gym

dino’s an excellent cook despite what his friends may claim

he cooks for you any chance he gets

when you first found out Dino was swedish you nicknamed him IKEA boy just to annoy him

leaving you at home is the hardest thing he has to do and sometimes coming back is even harder, but you always make sure to stay up for him so when he walks through the front door you’re there to welcome him home

you find the fact that his name is ‘dino’ hilarious so you’ll randomly send him “🦖”only for him to reply with “🖕”

if there was one phrase to describe the two of you, it would be enemies to lovers

the first time you ever met dino was when your mutual friend arthur introduced you to him, and instantly you didn’t like him

you honestly never figured out why, maybe it was because you were jealous of how confident and smart he was?

yes, that’s probably it

and when you guys first met, the feeling was mutual, dino didn’t exactly like you either

but because of arthur who was whole heartedly convinced that he could get his two best friends together, you eventually began to feel things for dino and guess what?

he felt the same

it didn’t take long for you guys to get together

and arthur made a lot of cash in the process considering the whole grid had made a bet with him

you hold it against him till this day

but nevertheless it was the best choice you’d ever made, becoming dino’s girlfriend

he’s a gentlemen through and through

you often fly out to surprise Dino at his races and its always worth it to see his ginormous grin when he sees you

you guys definitely have your rough patches in your relationship but you both work through it together every time

you guys love going on cute coffee dates, especially to the cafe’s in Sweden, the two of you have a mission to find the best cafe there

he loves taking you to museums when you both visit his home

he loves telling you stories of his childhood and hometown since the two of you both grew up in different places

before dino you’d never believed you could ever fall for someone like him, and he proved you wrong yet again

Sebastian Montoya

he’s not f2 but i just HAD to include him, he’s my cutie patootie fr

if there was on word to describe sebastian it would be oblivious

you had a good fat crush on him for a solid 3 years before the two of you got together

he just could never get a hint

you tried your best to subtly show that you liked him but he’d brush it off as you being overly kind or something like that

both of your families were super close so you basically grew up together

you were the same age as him so you were the closest out of everyone in the family

it wasn’t until your 15th birthday when Sebastian took you by surprise and confessed he had feelings for you

how could he not? you were stunning and basically his best friend. childhood friends to lovers, are you joking?

you always accompanied him to any karting competition or tournaments, you were and still are his biggest fan

sebastian is like a dream come true

he’s hilarious and sweet and caring and you could go on and on about how

he’s such a charmer, especially with his words

he loves calling you cute names in spanish such as cariño, mi amor, bebe, angelita, hermosa and so many more

dating sebastian is like you always though it would be like

he’s the loyalest guy you know

he loves going to the gym and he’ll send you photos whenever he’s there

you both have a habit of calling each other before you go to sleep, talking about how your day went or what you had for dinner that day

you’d think with both his parents being able to cook such great colombian food he’d be a great cook but you’d be wrong

sebastian nearly once set your kitchen on fire when he tried to fry an egg which goes to show just how bad of a cook he is

so you take the reins when it comes to cooking your meals when you eat together

sebastian’s probably the funniest guy you know, humour comes to him so naturally you’re almost jealous

yeah, you guys fight more than you’d like to admit, but he’s always the first one to apologise and pull you into a hug, peppering you with kisses

he’s like a giant teddy bear if they were absolutely ripped and had the biggest biceps you’d ever seen

sebastian often has to go away and he wishes he could take you along every time so when you get a chance you always accompany him

flights to wherever he’s racing that weekend is always fun

once you tried to convince him to do a face mask with you on the flight but he wouldn’t budge

sebastian loves touching you, not always in a sexual way but even sometimes just soft touches or holding hands is enough for him

kisses, kisses and more kisses

he absolutely loves it when you play with his hair

if you accompany him to the gym he’s definitely showing you off

whenever the colombian football team is versing another team you always go for the other team just to annoy sebastian

you guys often post each other on your instagram stories, usually including a joking insult

if you’d told your 13 year old self that you were dating sebastian she would not believe you at all, and well maybe dreams do come true

Arthur Leclerc

you never ever thought you’d end up dating charles leclerc’s little brother

the first time you met arthur was in a supermarket at 9pm, you were rushing around, late to a party when you crashed head on with a stranger

that stranger just so happened to be arthur leclerc, you recognised him immediately as he bent down to pick up all his groceries that had fallen on the ground

you realised you were standing there gaping, you immediately apologised and helped him pick up his shopping

arthur was taken by surprise when he looked up to see such a . . . mess. to say the least

your mascara was poorly applied and your outfit was NOT it at all

it nearly made him laugh at the absurdity of it all, and yet as he continued to watch as you apologised he was stunned by your eyes

they were well, gorgeous.

he asked for your number much to your surprise and well the rest was history

arthur is by far the most sweetest and handsomest guy you’ve ever met

he helps pick out your outfits for the day without complaint, always helping you put on your heels when you guys go out for dinner

arthur loves to be by your side 24/7

whether it’s to make sure other guys don’t get the wrong idea or just because he loves being in your company he’s always with you

but of course because he’s a formula 2 driver his job requires him to travel a lot

which often means you’re left alone, it sometimes poses to be difficult for the two of you, especially you and it sometimes ends with you guys fighting

but there’s nothing that the two of you both can’t overcome together

he looks at you like you hung up the stars 🤩

arthur loves making you laugh, it’s like he could high on just your laughter

so any chance he gets to make you laugh, he takes it and honestly it only makes you love him more

matching outfits? definitely.

cute french nicknames, mon amour is a favourite for sure

arthur loves to gift you things, whether it’s perfumes, clothes, handbags, if you linger too long on something while you’re shopping, best to know that it’ll appear in your apartment in the next week

he absolutely loves to take you on the craziest dates ever, bungee jumping, sky diving, swimming with sharks, anything that’s completely crazy? definitely.

maybe it was fate or something like that, but arthur’s grateful that you crashed into him that night in the supermarket, looking like a mess, you couldn’t have looked prettier in his eyes.

a/n: AHHH! So that’s brings us to the end, thank you for reading if you got to the end!

[m0chisenpai]

Let's Play a Little Game

Post! Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Obsessive!Prowler!Miles Morales x Spidergirl!Reader

Authors note: THIS READER IS 15. A CHILD. THERE IS NO SMUT. NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I WILL NOT BE SPICY WRITING A SINGLE THING FOR ANYTHING INVOLVING MILES MORALES.

You’d fought villains twice your size. A crazy octopus with metal tentacles, a man double your size, covered in black spots. Petty criminals brandishing jagged knives. But why was this one so different? He was no different was he? 

He was gruff. His body was always rigid, his words were sharp. His eyes were sharp. But the one thing you took notice, how manipulative he was. How he could weasel into the mind, into the minds of men twice his age who did his most dirty work. 

You had to pretend. Pretend his syrupy sweet words were true till your hero came. Your lovebug. 

His eyes cut to yours as the record scratched to silence in the hideout. Your eyes crack open, he now crouched in front of you. His braids fell to the side. You braided them for him last night. It was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him. His head lay back on your legs as you massaged his scalp. And for a moment your mind went dark as you held the thin sharp rat tooth comb.

One drive straight to the throat was all it took, then you could be free. But then he opened his eyes. And you couldn’t. Because even if he wasn’t your lovebug. He was an exact copy of him. You were in his world, if his men found it was you that took their leader out they would hunt you down. 

He stared in your eyes as if daring you, testing your new freedom. And so you carefully parted his hair down the middle. That night you passed the first test. 

And now as your sleepy eyes look into his, you remember it’s time. Time for another song and dance. Of playing the part. Another test. 

“Sleepy mi vida?”

You can’t bring yourself to speak up and offer him a tired nod as you curl more into the nook of the couch, the bright knitted blanket stands out like a sore thumb, as do you in all your brightness. A reminder how far from home you are.

“A little bit.” your voice is scratchy, you must have slept for an hour at best. The sun was diving into the horizon painting the sky a beautiful mix of oranges and yellows. You sit up stretching your arms above your head and scooch your body forward. 

“Nah, take your time amor. Didn’t mean to wake you up” his knuckles stroke down to rest under your chin and his thumb to gently pinch it as he looks up at you with that love sick gaze. He leans forward and you know to meet him halfway and press your lips to his.  

He moves back enough to whisper against your lips, “suit up in five, we got business to handle.”

And as he stands to walk to the old player. A soft beat fills the room, your veins as you force yourself to stand. To fight. Your movements are second hand as you don the suit behind a hung up white sheet. You don’t call it yours, Because it's not. Yours is back home. Here he’s created you a new one. 

You step out from behind the sheet and in his eyes he drinks you in as you adjust your web shooters. 

And in some sick way, maybe you had survived in this universe. Had you been bitten? This would have been your suit. It appealed to a different you, a different version of you buried away somewhere.

It was solid black with black webbings along the thighs and pink in the inner parts of the hood along with your jordans which you go to kneel and tie up but he stops you. He kneels before you and ties them. And just as he gazes up at you, you pull your mask down.

This is what keeps you sane. Because here you're free to sneer down at him as he looks up at you. He wears his own suit now. You hold your hand to him and he wraps his around you and pulls himself up, his hand is quick to reach and snake around you, pulling you flushed against him. 

“Deadly and beautiful. The perfect mix” he whispers leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as he taps the side of his mask to conceal his face. 

He watches you as you leap from the building and send your webbing to a building swinging your body to kneel on top of a light pole. You  look up and catch his nod as he moves forward. And you follow. Swinging languidly through the cool of night.

You realize now as you swing into the dead of night why he’s unlike the villains, the criminals, the mad scientists. Because as he runs alongside you. As he leads you both into the night. His reflection dancing off the glass of a building. As he looks at you. For a moment you think that’s Miles, your Miles, your lovebug. But it’s not.

Instead, you look into the eyes of Miles, the prowler. Harbored on Earth-42. 

And it scares you, because as much as you fight each day, deep down. Somewhere in the dark parts of your heart. Your heart flutters, feels warm for a moment when he holds your gaze, and flashes you that smile. 

And you beg for Miles, Gwen, Miguel, Hobie, anyone to find you. Because you fear that somewhere along the line, you’re no longer going to be pretending. 

That you failed the ultimate test of love.

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you make the reader be Damian Priest Wife and brings either their son or daughter to watch him wrestle for the first time either at Money in the Bank or at Backlash in Puerto Rico?

this was so cute 🥹 plus i named the daughter luna but you can change it i don’t mind!

damian priest x reader

money in the bank

you and damian both agreed to keep your daughter luna away from the spotlight. she was only two years old and she didn’t need the constant harassment from the paparazzi everytime you and damian brought her somewhere.

so that’s why everytime you and lune went to see damian in a match you would make sure to stay either in his changing room or in the vip section, away from curious eyes.

you felt a little sad knowing that you couldn’t stay with normal people in normal seats. that’s how you and damian met. you were just a regular fan and one day while he was still at nxt he spotted you in the crowd. before you could leave the arena he sent a guard asking for you and from that day you became inseparable.

but with damian qualifying for money in the bank you wanted to be in the crowd to show him support, to show him that you were there. at first you thought about leaving luna with your mom for just a few days but you knew how she wanted to be there too so you couldn’t say no.

you were both in the crowd, thankful for the seating area you and luna were currently waiting for the show to start. you weren’t too far away from the ring but at the same time you weren’t even too close, you knew how it would get with wrestling fans and you didn’t want to scare luna who was used to no people and silence.

you both couldn’t contain your happiness when you saw damian lifting the briefcase. you knew he saw you because he blew a kiss to the two of you.

with luna in your arms you kept laughing and smiling at how proud you were for him and a few moments later a guard escorted you backstage where damian was waiting for you.

“daddyyyy!” she screamed hopping from your arms to his bigger ones “you did it!”

you smiled at watching that sweet interaction, it made your heart fuller.

“i did it” he said smiling.

“we’re so proud of you amor” you joined the hug. he kept you both close to him and gently he first kissed your daughter’s cheek and then he kissed your lips.

“thank you for being here…and for bringing her here…i know how scared you were to being in the stand with all those people…” he said honestly while luna went to see the briefcase.

“i wanted to…plus everyone was so kind and gentle…i wanted to be here for you baby” you said kissing him again.

but before you could speak again luna started saying how shining the briefcase was and how she wanted one too.

you couldn’t contain your laugh.

“well princesa if you want one too you have to fight” damian knelt at her height.

“i will!” she said smiling, her eyes never leaving the green briefcase.

in that moment you felt like you had everything in your life. love, a man, a daughter, a family. all you ever dreamed of since you were a kid came true.

[appleblueberry-pie]

How would Yan Miggy feel when his S/O has successfully escaped from him and is moved to another country, she also has a child who is five years old and looks like a carbon copy of him.

So one day the kid decided to write Miguel a letter with their address on it and in the letter the kid talks about how reader never mentions him or talks about him, and also wondering if he's the Child's real father. And so the kid invites him to his/her’s birthday. (plus also having an attached photo of the house that they are living in, in the letter).

Reader is now shocked and immediately pulling her child away from him, and angrily asks Miguel how he got their address.

I love your work💕

THANK YOU <3 also i like this ask lol

Miguel sat in his car, anxiety and happiness causing his stomach to tie in knots. The picture applied to the handwritten note and the house he parked in front of were identical. He saw a children's park and a school on the way here, not too far away. It's also the city you've always wanted to move to to raise a family. This has to be the place.

Dear Daddy,

I miss you alot. Mommy tells me that you were mean to her alot so she left to be happy. I am glad she is happy but i miss being with you. My birthday is on xxxxxxxx and i would be very very happy if you came to selebrate with us!! This is what my house looks like. And i can tell you where we live. PLease coem. i miss you.

Every time Miguel read over the note, the more he felt connected to his little girl, and it pained him it had to come to this. So, he'll make sure that his return in her life is more of a meaningful one. Not one full of lies, excuses and useless arguments that led to nothing but more problems. A year is a long time and Miguel is a changed man. He can make this right.

When he shows up at your door, he takes note of all of the beautiful and small garden growing in the front yard, wondering if the two of you worked on that together.

Your car looks pretty nice as well. Did you buy that on your own? Or did someone else help you? It's pretty difficult to find a house, let alone afford living, in a place as nice as this. Maybe that's why you took money out of his account so often. If you wanted to move, you should've just told him so. Well, it's too late for that now.

As soon as he knocks on the door, it flies open, and there's his little girl he hasn't seen in forever. She gives him that big smile he's always loved and remembered, screaming his name. "Daddy!!" He picks her up and holds her close in his arms.

"Oh! My little ball of sunshine! My favorite girl, it's been too long since I've last seen you, how have you been? How's my birthday girl??"

She laughs when he tickles her lightly and puts her on the ground. "I'm really good now that you're here! Wait, let me tell Mommy-"

She takes his hand to bring him inside, but you appeared out of nowhere, breaking the hand-holding and roughly shoving him by the chest out of the front door entrance. You hold your little girl behind you, your face almost unrecognizable from a mix of fear and anger on display.

"What the hell are you doing here?? How did you find us?" Miguel's face drops at your tone and holds out his arms in the most non-threatening way possible. Yet, his voice showed his true colors. So nervous and....almost scared.

"Hi, Y/n," A crooked smile shows on his face, "Mi amor, it's very nice to see you-"

"I'm gonna call the cops if you don't leave." You scramble to try and pick up your daughter, who fights against it. You aren't in the mind to understand that as you continue to try and back away from who once was your captor.

"No, wait, it's not like that. It's D/n birthday today and......I just wanted to come see my baby." He takes a step inside your abode. Slowly, as if trying to not make things worse. "Please."

You thought you did everything right. You didn't leave any traces. You gained his trust in leaving you to the house all for yourself, which took years and years to do. And when things finally clear and you finally found a normal life to live again, he comes to your doorstep. Was he stalking you this entire time?? Why was he being so nice? So open? You definitely couldn't trust whatever he had up his sleeve, and your daughter....

"I told him where we live!!" She tugged on your arm as hard as she could to get your attention. Your head snaps down to her direction. When she saw your face, she hesitated for a moment but kept talking. "I just wanted to see daddy again.......I-....all of my friends at school have their dads, and i really missed mine. If i wasn't ever gonna see him again, then i just wanted to see him one last time."

[I can't color code anymore😭]

You were in disbelief. As mad as you wanted to be at your daughter for doing something so life changing and unbelievable, you couldn't for the life of you put any of those feelings onto her. She deserved the world. And in all honesty, you took most of it from her. Miguel was a great father despite his many flaws, and all you wanted for her was to experience that perfect family.

And you couldn't give it to her. The rest of the puzzle she needed was right here. You didn't know if you were ready to give Miguel a chance again. But did you really have a choice?

Miguel frowned and dropped his hands.

You promise yourself to deal with it for now. The quicker he celebrates, the faster you find a way to get him out again. You bend down to whisper to your daughter. "Go tell daddy where your bedroom is so I can finish with the decorations, okay?"

Her face begins to beam and, without a second thought, nods her head and rushes off to keep Miguel busy. Miguel doesn't have a chance to see your face, as you already got back into the kitchen to deal with the food, and he lets his lips turn upwards at the corner.

[areyoudreaminof]

Worth The Wait: An Elucien Week Playlist

Happy Day One of @elucienweekofficial! Enjoy this playlist of songs about fate, love, and patience that I hope inspire you!

Tracklist and lyrics behind the cut!

Love Letter From the Sea to the Shore-Delaney Bailey

Cause you hold in my tide I would die a thousand times Just to see you in another life I think I loved you in a thousand ways 'Cause you remain stagnant on my trouble days No matter how far I drift away You'll be there when I come back one day

Silence-Before You Exit

Talking Why's everyone always talking? Noise in my head, but it’s nonsense I can't feel nothing Guarded Don't overthink how we started Knew from the second you walked in This could be something Everybody’s looking for a love to start a riot But every time I look in your eyes The world gets quiet

Comin' Around Again-Amber Marks

So let's see where the night goes Maybe love's comin' around again

Why Don't You-Cleo Sol

Why don't you just let go And quiet down your ego Don't complain about finance I know your daddy weren't a real man Go ahead and live your dreams To me you're stronger than a whole team

I wanna see you smile Even when you think I'm angry It's true it might take a while But it's between you and me

Homemade Holiday-babygirl

Homemade holiday Catching rays, wearing shades Inside, dead of the night Who needs pearly gates? You’re the same, hear your name I die, bye bye

Forever & Always-Zeph

Honey, now we're older, but we'll never age I don't think my love will ever start to fade My attachment to you isn't subject to change My heart's yours forever and always

The Day That I Met You-Matilda Mann

But then you called, only to say You'll never love somebody else this way And though I'm still battered and bruised I forgave the world the day that I met you

The people talk, it's background noise I don't wanna hear nobody else's voice There's somethin' sweet about your scent It's like lavender came and never left

Garden's Heart-Natasha Khan & Jon Hopkins

I hear a whisper in the trees Where I am you and you are me You need to find a way back here Remember what I said: The space that is in between You have to fight it

Love Sneakin’ Up on You-Bonnie Raitt

Fever turns To cold, cold sweat thinkin about things we ain't done yet Tell me now I gotta know, do you feel the same? Do you just light up at the mention of my name?

Till Forever Falls Apart-Ashe & FINNEAS

Out on our own Dreamin' in a world that we both know Is out of our control But if shit hits the fan, we're not alone

Jupiter-Flower Face

We can leave right now, never come back home You're all I need Forget everything that we used to be Take me to another place, fly me up to Jupiter We can run away But I'll always feel at home with you

Lucky For You- Novo Amor & Gia Margaret

Lucky for you I’m nothing without The thought of starting all my days With the mornings when I see you I’m bored of staring at my face Every morning when I need you

coffee-Miguel

Old souls we found a new religion Now I'm swimming in that sin, baptism Peach colored skies we feel the sunrise Two lost angels discover salvation Don't you wish we could run away now?

Sardine Song-Lav

If I had a home It would be our tin can Caught in your red hair Breathing in salt and making you swear Please Who do I have to be? I'll dip myself in honey Climb into the spaces in between your teeth

Ends of the Earth-Lord Huron

To the ends of the earth, would you follow me? There's a world that was meant for our eyes to see To the ends of the earth, would you follow me?

Unicron Loev-Raleigh Ritchie

There’s something about you That takes my blues away Life’s nothing without you I can’t get through the days I’ll never be cynical ‘Cause you wouldn’t have it I believe in miracles, I believe in magic

Morning Dove-Genevive Stokes

We don't talk much When I'm around you I'm a statue When you're running I can't catch you But it's not time There's a way to your defiance so I'll wait to break thе silence

I'm On Fire-Bruce Springsteen

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull And cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull At night, I wake up with the sheets soakin' wet And a freight train runnin' through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire

Worth the Wait-Kali Uchis

Most people don't know how to love, that's why they're empty Nothing will ever be enough, that's why they envy Gotta be careful with my heart because I love deep

How Deep is Your Love?-PJ Morton

How deep is your love? I really need to learn 'Cause we're livin' in a world of fools Breaking us down, when they all should let us be We belong to you and me

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[tarjapearce]

So.....is there a cartoon or song that the O'Hara kids often watch/listen to that makes their parents want to take the CD away or turn off the internet?

Hehehe 🤭

If there was something Miguel and you regretted was to bring up and old show you used to watch.

You for bringing it up, and Miguel for adding it to Lyla's code so Benjamin and Rosie could watch anytime they wanted.

At first the show, PB & J Otter, was a success for his babies. Benjamin would sit next to Rosie and watch a couple of chapters before either you or Miguel picked them up for a bath and then sleep.

But a month later, whenever This song came up, his eye started twitching.

You knew the song by heart at this point, and sometimes you sang along subconsciously in the most random times of the day.

Benjamin had asked to play it whenever you picked him up from school. Even Gabriella joined for a bit before she started using her earphones with a 'not again' face.

But this one, had him giving Lyla a side eye.

Not that Miguel disliked the song or the show. He just secretly started hating noodles.

Noodle, use your noodle

His jaw tensed when the song echoed in the sound system in the living room.

Even though Rosie's happy screeching was worth the torture, And Benjamin's dance amused him every time, it had to stop.

Noodle, do the noodle dance

And that night you were making noodles. Again.

You in the other hand, secretly asked Lyla to fake an error whenever Benjamin asked for either the intro or The Noodle Song in your car.

"Mama, can I have some noodles for dinner?"

"Sorry, mi amor but if you keep eating them only you'll get constipated and sick."

"And you'll turn into one!." Gabi whispered ominously at him with a spooky grin.

"What? Is that true, Mama?"

Benjamin's concerned voice made you giggle, "No, mi amor. You won't turn into a noodle."

"She just says so cause she don't wanna spook you out. There was a man that ate honey only, and he turned into honey!"

Your brow quirked

"Spooky. Where did you learn that?"

"On class today, we saw some legends and discussed about the Honeyed Man!"

"Wait, it's true?!"

Gabi nodded and Benjamin's eyes turned bleary.

"Benjamin, baby, it's alright!, it's just a legend. But you will do get sick if you only eat pasta."

----

Thanks to Gabi The Noodle song stopped echoing through the living room.

Miguel seemed in a better mood but you loved teasing him. As for the kids they just moved on to another show. Rosie had been more interested in playing with whatever safe texture she could lay her tiny hands on.

With a stretch you got into bed next to him and kissed his shoulders while you rubbed one of his firm glutes.

"Wanna use your noodle, Papa?"

You whispered to his ear with a cracking voice thanks to the laughter and he groaned underneath the pillow.

"Stop", His hands would pull you close while his mouth was already working by leaving a loving trail of kisses in your tender neck, earning him a flurry of sweet giggles as he rested his chin ontop of your breasts.

"Won't use my noodle if you keep laughing."

"Oh my god. This is so bad"

Miguel's shoulders just shook at the silent laughter you provoked him.

"I hate noodles."

"Gabi told Benji he'll turn into one if he kept eating them."

"Remind me to increase her allowance for that."

Your leg hooked onto his waist, as usual and then he kissed you.

"'Nough talk." He removed his shirt and pinned you underneath his frame, "Gotta give you some noodle."

Your teasing had backfired, but in truth you didn't mind. You both loved making love in between laughs.

[2demondogs]

Hello, I'm the anon who asked if you write autism and now that i know you do, I'd love it if you could do an gender neutral autistic reader/Javier?

I love music, and I don't think I could live without it. it really helps prevent meltdowns and calms me down when things get too overwhelming. I often hear and love listening to Javier play his music in camp. it's so relaxing and serene sometimes. My favorite is Ángel De Amor :)

I don't really have a specific way for this request to go besides including Javier's music into it. So I'd say you have complete creative freedom! Thank you so much for answering my question, by the way. I love your writing :))

Of course! I am a simple man tbh Javier picks up the guitar in game and I sit Arthur's ass the fuck down. Also thank you <3

I kind of went from the comfort aspect. Sorry this took a second (I also have another like. week old request too) fatigue is kicking my ass this week.

Words: 1.9k Tags: fluff, Javier is madly in love with u, reader has sensory issues, established relationship

You wish you could know true silence.

Javier had looked at you perplexed when you asked if the wind ever bothered him, insisting you meant the sound and not that it messed with hair or clothes or bullets. Lucky him, only hear it during storms.

He had taken your mind off of the racing of your heart by clapping his hands over your ears and grinning. "Better?" He'd asked, and you'd felt his voice reverberating enough to offset the overwhelming roar of blood through his hot palms.

What a fool, you thought and still think, but laying on your bedroll has left you with no sleep and a deep desire for his hands on your face, or how he lays on you in the privacy of trips away from camp. The ground is hard, too hard; you feel cold in a way that's deeper than temperature, as if loneliness could be icelike and sting all over, especially through your empty arms; and it's so quiet that your ears are ringing, searching for noise and focusing only on your own heart thudding — the sound gives you anxiety, for some unknowable reason — and the snores of the camp.

Oh, the snores.

You start to get angry, but you blame it on those, usually. Although Javier snores, and that's never bothered you. Because it's you, you've told him for romance's sake but, really, it's hard to know what's irritating you when everything feels raw and cold and burning all at once.

Before your patience can snap, the pressure of it already building in your throat, you sit up and let your eyes re-adjust to the darkness of the night. You had hardly realized how the darkness behind your lids was growing on your bad side, too.

The campfire is still going nearby, and you see Javier sitting with his back against one of the logs, guitar laid over his lap and a knife in hand. He's doing something to it. Arthur's tent flaps are drawn and the light of a lantern fights against the fire for shadows, the dark outline of a large hand passing over the light now and then; as you walk past, you think maybe Hosea is sitting beside the tent post that covers him, Bill, and Lenny.

Besides the four of you, it's eerily dead. Not an unusual occurrence, really, because it seems these three's insomnias are all interlinked and your own tends to join in on their frequency, too— but eerie all the same.

The choice is clear enough of who to join. Only Javier is surrounded by empty space, though you've learned that doesn't necessarily mean he'll be as friendly with others as he is with you. Romantic privileges, or something like that. You believe he's just sour inside and trying to stuff you into the open sore like cotton.

With only the company of your feet shuffling over dirt, Javier's voice seems gunshot loud.

"What're you up for?" He asks, disinterested before he looks up from his guitar's neck. One string is missing out of six, a new gutstring pinched in his fingers as he twists it where travel had unraveled it in storage. Frayed ends stick from the tuning pegs, tied but not trimmed. His eyes soften when he sees it's you, but he leaves the greeting as it is.

"Can't sleep," you say, and take a seat at a polite distance on the same log.

Javier never complains of your proximity and you feel the urge for it now, that prickly sensation of emptiness along your arms and torso, but something stops you from taking indulgence into your own hands. You're happy that he scoots over some, shrugging and waving the small knife in his hand as he speaks. Glinting in the fire, the blade one of the newer silver ones he picked up during a disastorous Van Horn trip.

"I would'a never guessed," he says. Even though his hair is untied — it seems that he couldn't sleep either, because it is tangled in the back — you know he's smiling.

Past his head, as he leans away, you watch him cut the excess from the last string and tie a firm knot around the tuning peg. The easy way he works his skills always quiets your nerves, the same way it does to watch Javier handle his guitar in general.

When you feel unable to handle anything, it's comforting to know there's someone who knows how to handle something. Someone you've got a claim to, whose skills you take a secondary pride in — look at my man, doesn't he know his way around...? — but that's entirely affection speaking.

"What's on your mind, cielo?" He asks, leans his head back on the log beside your hip and looks up at you.

The shadows draw strangely over his features at this angle. His features have filled out nicely since Dutch dragged him in. Nevermind that they were fuller, still, before Blackwater, or that his undereyes look darker than they have in months. He's handsome, and his eyes flutter shut when you draw your nails gently over the hair sprouting from his temple.

Before, he's laughed when you've spoken honestly, but it has never been at your expense. Javier has some humor about him when you are alone — which is the only place you will confide in him, whether it's fear of your dignity or fear for the life of anyone who side-eyes Javier's sweetheart — and at times, you think maybe he's laughing the way men laugh when they see the sun for the first time in years. There is no judgement behind the way he smiles, showing his gums because the curl of his upper lip grows almost timid.

It is sickening, how in love Javier is.

He makes you feel like you are, for the first time in your life, entirely without flaw. You know that's impossible, that no one is, but feelings never do bow to inferior facts.

You realize you've gotten lost in your thoughts when Javier's lips brush your knuckles, having plucked your hand from his hair and taken it in his own, the fingers curled over the wall of his. He says your name. It sounds good in his rasp.

"S'rry," you say, blink once or twice to remember what he had even asked. What's on your mind? Why are you awake? "It's too quiet 'round here. It's botherin' me."

He nods. "Never sounds right when the woods are quiet," he agrees, and you realize he's misunderstood.

"No, it's very loud," you correct.

Javier squints at you, that familiar humor nudging his eyes. "What do you mean?"

You were going to divulge the depth of it, but now you find yourself focused on explaining this part to him. The entire world was beginning to piss you off, anyways, so finding comfort for one thing must be easier.

"The— well, the silence is too loud. It's buggin' me."

He raises a brow. "Silence is literally too loud?"

"Yes," you say, wondering why he's asking. It sounds odd put that way, sure, but it still makes perfect sense to you. Then he smiles faintly, those eyes soften— and it's apparent that this is another one of those things only you experience. "I could hear my blood running while I was layin' down. Hated it. D'you ever hear yours?"

"Only when it's really pumpin'," he says, and you stop trying to find something he'll relate to.

It doesn't leave you quite so empty-feeling as it has in the past that Javier doesn't have the same issues. None of it matters, because he does not care how foreign some of your complaints are: he will solve them, somehow.

No, Dutch's gramophone never makes his teeth itch, but he'll keep you company outside camp until the old man shuts it off or your mind is calm enough to stomach another opera. No, his clothes never feel abrasive, but he'll let you wear his instead, will look proud that they do not bother you as if he wove the fabric himself. The latter had been one of his first unspoken I love yous. It was his favorite vest.

And now, he's asking: "D'you wanna hear a song instead?"

Your brows knit. "Won't it wake everyone up?"

"No, cariño," Javier says, nods to the ground beside him. "You come closer 'n' I'll play quiet. Jus' for you."

You let yourself smile. "Alright," you say, swallow the warmth you feel at his offer and how relieved you are to have it spoken.

He's played his guitar for you before, many times. You've asked it for some of them, under the guise of not remembering words to his songs — he never questioned this reason, although he knows you can't speak Spanish and likely knew there was something much gentler behind it — or boredom.

Only once has it been for the same reason he plays now: to comfort you. The woods had been too quiet, and you'd been bleeding.

Javier asks for a song, and wrinkles his nose playfully when you say Ángel de Amor. "That's a sad one," he says. "Don't you want something happy?"

"They're all sad," you say. You'd be surprised if Javier knew a love song that was not about heartbreak or being eaten alive by it. "Aren't the best ones always sad?"

He huffs a laugh. "So, are they all the best?"

"Yessir."

He grins, and it malforms the usual sorrow he sings the first verse with, until he gets a handle on his face.

That his songs are all sad is true enough. There's not much joy to be sung about in the outlaw life, just as there's always that one-two, disjointed beginning to it when the guitar is picked up and played. Finding the rhythm, you suppose, or just remembering the feeling of the strings before going into a song that is as second-nature as pouring coffee or lighting a cigarette.

Simple, a three chord progression and those familiar, short lyrics— at least, they sound short, because he rolls the words off his tongue fast and smooth enough to be one, long breath. You don't realize until you are relaxing against the log, your side pressed to his, just how lonely and exhausted you have been all day.

Not lonely any longer, at least, with his warmth bleeding into your skin and the vibration of the guitar wondering across your own leg as he strums. It soothes the buzzing feeling in your veins, the one that lingers when your nerves start to tighten and bunch under the face of whatever sourness found you this evening.

Javier smells good, too, and you realize how distasteful the air had seemed without something thicker, more potent in it. He'd been wearing one of your favorite colognes today, and its afterimage is on his neck when your weary head falls onto his shoulder. Javier does not tell you to move back, although it must make strumming difficult. He adjusts so that he isn't jostling you and shortens the motion of his wrist, which he will complain tomorrow is sore with a smile.

Another habit, which makes you feel somewhat guilty, is that you will never smell him wear a scent again if you get a chance to smell it and do not tell him you like it. Although, through the guilt, there's something in you that feels very special.

After a lifetime of feeling other, here is a man who will do anything to be accepted by you.

Sickening, so very.

You turn your nose to smell the remnants of the cologne on his shirt. You think you recognize El Borrachito before he starts singing, but consciousness leaves you thereafter. In the morning, you'll wake up to find yourself slumped over his shoulder blades and Javier, over his guitar.

[beehunterkisser]

Have you watched the season 2 premieres of Hamster and Gretel?

I HAVE!!! Im assuming you want to know what i thought of em so spoiler warning for any dwampyheads who havent watched it yet. LOOK OUT!!!! also this is long as hell so be careful

Hakuna Ma Kevin

ok first and foremost. the ANIMATION WAS INCREDIBLE I WAS SO SHOCKED.. The budget mustve been crazy everything was so smooth. It really impressed me.. especially the action scenes and the hair movements. it was all super good

his va did a great job of being like annoyingly calm. its so kevin to somehow take a relaxation camp way too seriously (also the fact his life was so ruined by his date with hiromi flopping that he had to go on a 2 week retreat to find inner peace).

i was actually really interested in how they were gonna tackle that but a timeskip makes sense.

skip past kevins initial extreme misery and leave it up for the audience to make up. i am still curious as to what his friendgroup looks like because. did thjey stop hanging out. ARE hiromi and kevin too awkward to see eachother. anthony and fred are children of divorce. its so sad. well we'll see what happened eventually

It was great to see veronica hill back again too i missed my queen. i hope she finds love on the open sea.

actually speaking of that i was so sure that that was gonna be the boat from that sinking feeling and it was going to change the trajectory of the dwampyverse timeline forever but i think that was just a tease or a really really vague reference

the villain was also incredibly funny. great voicework too im sure it was some guest voice or something that i just dont recognize because it just feels that way to me.

great guy hope he comes back. and the reocurring THERE ARE NO LAWS ON INTERATIONAL WATERS BABY was actually funny.

also i cant not mention the CANON DWAMPYVERSE LESBIANS were BACK BABY women FIND EACHOTHER AT CLAM FEASTS ITS REAL AND TRUE.

it really made me happy to see that especially since i was so positive that we werent gonne get any rep from dwampyverse but obviously im WRONG and there are 2 beautiful women loving eachother and eating clams out there.

he played it so cool too. an ally.

I was almost disappointed the song was so early because i wanted a dramatic clam musical number but thats literally minimal complaint i have about that episode because it was such a strong opener.

also congrats to the newlyweds lunchlady and piano key vendor i think they will have a long lasting and beautiful relationship.

also when i saw those 2 old man leaving i was like wow are we getting a double whammy with gays but that was just a cameo. next time though

The Great American Telenovella

THE RETURN OF MY QUEEN. the opening in the hospital made me think it was gonna go in a completely different direction.

Both of these episodes had the songs super early on interestingly enough. i didnt even realise the Fresas De Amor theme song was THE song of the episode. i thought it was just a jingle..

i was really happy that we got a carolina-centered (well a stretch but she was there a lot) episode. i really like her.

the animation was back to normal in this episode too which was a little sad and maybe skewed my opinion of the episode a little bit but not TOO much. i think.

despite being tricked on where the episode was going the gimmick with making fun of telenovella tropes was really really fun.

it felt almost like a rarity investigates type thing where they get really into character trope LOL

the first lady they interrogated (THE VILLAIN IS THE VILLAIN!!) had such a great design too i really like her.. the whole bit with her abandoning the show to become a taco crunchies commercial star was great too she gagged me.

and also her being like ok ill just sit here and watch all my personal belongings burn. I giggled..i cant lie..i did giggle a little...

ok i cannot dance around it any longer but THE RETURN OF LA CEBOLLA. I REALLY DIDNT THINK ITD BE THIS EARLY I WAS SO HAPPY.

i saw her in the back as the lunchlady and i knew everything was going to be ok.. I was safe in her hands..

also her powers were used super clever i really enjoyed the Onion Fists. and also the dramatic shot of hamster getting concussed by an onion.

this kind of goes back to me being shocked the telenovella intro was the episodes song because i was really hoping we'd get another la cebolla number akin to fighting facial hair again

i also get another shot of her lying in a hospital bed. the one from her song is literally one of my favourite pictures ever so its great to have another equally as bizarre one

shes definitely maybe my FAVOURITE hng villain so it was great to see her again.

im biased so i wished she had gotten more time to shine but also i think that entire scene with hamster pretending to be her son la cebollito.

it was really funny karina did great with the line delivery there. i loved how she was like But why are you so small!??!?!?! i love that she runs on telenovella logic. a true method actor

i really did enjoy that episode but hakuna ma kevin really felt like the stronger episode to me maybe SOLEY because of the animation. im an artist im easily pleased. they cant just tease me with god tier animated hng and then rip it from my hands as soon as i get it. its ok...ill get over it..ill forget it soon... (single tear falls from my eye)

I HOPE THAT WAS READABLE i might do more of these for the rest of the episodes as they release its actually really fun. we;re so back. hng season 2 Is already peak. Its my favourite dwampy show for a reason. i am hng strongest warrior. WERE SO BACK

[inkstainedrat]

A Secondo x Reader Fic

Word Count: 1900

Content: Sensual fluff with references to sexual activities and anatomy, so as with the rest of my page MDNI

(Apologies if the formatting is bananas, this is another mobile upload)

+ no beta here, forgive any errors

Enjoy!💚

“Any excuse to get me out of my clothes, isnt that true piccolina?”

You give Secondo a playful shove as he gets comfortable, laying face down in the spot on the bed where you had cleared the pillows away, save for his favorite which he now rests his cheek on.

He watches as you putter about the room with last-second final touches- dimming the lights and pulling up one of the playlists that you originally made to help him de-stress while in the office.

When you turn back to join him on the bed he’s waiting there patiently, luciferian eyes crinkled at the corners from how he’s smiling at you.

“It doesn’t seem fair that you still have so many clothes on.”

He’s clad in only his favorite underwear (the ones with the flame pattern that you had bought him as a joke during the last Yule gift exchange) while you still wear the comfy clothes you had changed into the moment you both got home.

You remind Secondo that it’s his turn to be pampered for a change and that his current state of undress is necessary.

He clicks his tongue at you in displeasure and you decide to meet the big baby at least partway, stepping out of your pajama bottoms and flashing him your soft emerald panties before climbing up behind him to straddle his waist.

He dutifully plants his face in the pillow, knowing you’re about to get started- though he of course mutters something naughty that you don’t quite catch into the silk pillowcase as he feels your heat on the small of his back.

You shake your head ruefully before taking a moment to just sit there and gaze at him.

Taking in the expanse of his powerful back and strong neck, not to mention the delightfully furred arms flung out to take over almost the entirety of the bed.

Beneath you is the steady rise and fall of his breathing, he laying deceptively docile between your thighs, a strong and loyal animal, waiting patiently for your touch.

Well- patient to a point.

After a few moments of your quiet contemplation of his body beneath yours, Secondo unexpectedly bucks his hips a tiny bit, jolting you out of your reverie as he turns his head to glimpse you over his shoulder.

“Amore”

It isn’t quite a whine, but it’s enough that you give him a reassuring pat on the head, shifting your posture slightly forward to indicate that you’re ready to begin.

You nudge his head forward once more (confirming that he can still breathe with his face against the pillow) and rub your hands together to generate heat before placing them at the back of his neck.

He groans immediately and you grin at the sound, finding a good rhythm as you knead at the soft skin.

Your fingertips press firmly on either side of where his spine sits, running up and down along the length as he tucks his chin, stretching out to help you further work at the tension that he holds in this column of flesh.

It’s one of the spots that tends to reawaken its dull inflammation whenever he’s had trouble sleeping so you take your time with it until you can feel him noticeably soften and are satisfied enough to move on.

Next comes one of the areas you love the best- his strong shoulders and the biceps that remain unchanging and impressive over the years no matter how inactive he may claim to be since his retirement.

He may not be adhering to the regimen of a Papa on tour but you’ve still seen this proud old man aiding volunteers hauling sacks of flour into the kitchen and helping his brother wrestle with stubborn weeds in the greenhouse.

Pressing firmly with the heels of your palms you knead at the swell of his shoulders, increasing the pressure just enough to cause him to let out a small grunt whenever you encounter a stubborn knot.

A spot on his right side in particular causes you to pause when he lets out a muffled hiss against the emerald silk.

Shifting to the side, you retrieve a small jar from the nightstand and unscrew the cap.

Dipping a finger into the salve, you relocate the problem area and daub on a small amount, breathing in the subtle peppery smell that will eventually give way to the cooler, mintier scent as the initial heat gives way to the soothing components.

You had briefly considered utilizing one of the bottles of aromatic oils but had ultimately decided not to, not wanting to deal with the sensory nightmare that would be the inevitable aftermath- the two of you laying breathless amidst oily silk sheets.

As you replace the jar, Secondo reaches his hand up to catch yours, turning to press a lingering kiss to it in a wordless thanks.

You return the gesture with a kiss of your own to his temple before you scoot back to resume your task.

Shifting backwards a bit, you move your hands down to the middle of his back, applying full- palm pressure to the larger muscles and alternating to your fingertips as you work up and down on either side of his spine.

When faced with his back you always find yourself charmed by the constellation of marks and so-called ‘imperfections’ found there.

Freckles dotted here and there amidst the occasional scar (one of which, a crescent shaped one that you can’t help but adore as you were the one who caused it during a very memorable birthday of yours).

The few fine whisps of hair at the top of his shoulders that he will get fed up with every couple months and pluck like mad- a stark contrast to the way he cares for the other areas of the lovely hair that adorns the rest of his body.

A decades- faded birthmark near his right shoulder blade that he swears looks like some occult symbol, but to you more closely resembles a half-crushed daisy (much to his chagrin).

And these last few years have seen the addition of the palest slivers of stretch marks at his lower back, beginning to circle around to the front- something he bemoans but you always reassure him fourteen ways from Friday that he is a handsome stallion of an Italian man and to limit carbs is to limit sin itself- and would he really want to do something so blasphemous as to dishonor his unholy position?

That argument always earned you a laugh and some very grateful and well-placed love bites.

Finishing up in the middle, you shuffle back farther until you’re perched on his rump, causing him to buck his hips once more, giving you a playful growl when you pull and snap the waistband of his underwear in retaliation.

He rumbles something naughty into the silk once more but has grown relaxed enough by your touches that he can’t even be bothered to lift his head about it.

Rubbing your hands together once more, you generate as much heat from the friction as you and bear because you know this is the area where he will appreciate it the most.

Finally you reach down and just press your hands fully against his lower back, letting him absorb the heat.

The moan Secondo lets out at that is borderline pornographic and you rub soothing little circles against his flesh with your thumbs as you continue to keep your palms flat against him, letting him know that you understand his need, you’re here and you’ve got him.

Aside from his shoulders, his lower back is where this Papa holds the bulk of his tension.

No matter how much you tell him to take it easy, he always manages to get laid up by this spot every couple months. Bending over in the greenhouse for hours,he lets his concern for his brother outweigh his needs every time and pays for it dearly when it finally catches up to him.

Sitting locked in his office chair for days at a time when a windfall of mysterious paperwork comes calling will inevitably cause him to stiffen up if he doesn’t remember to get up and walk around now and again.

Once or twice he has even managed to overdo it when it came to sex, but in these instances he swore up and down that it had been worth it and would go right into the pit rather than complain.

Moving your hands now, you work his flesh into putty beneath your touch, each movement earning you a rhythmic moan of approval from the brilliant, stubborn man beneath you.

“Amore mio, you have no idea… none whatsoever just how fffucking good that feels.”

You chuckle at him, loving as always just how sweet and appreciative he sounds.

Of course he is sweet to you plenty, but a special note enters his voice whenever you do this for him.

Its reverent and breathless and oh so loving.

You spend the most time in that spot, taking only a brief break to toy with him in a way that you both love-

Using the very tips of your fingernails, you skim the most featherlight infrequent touches in a random trail up and down along his whole back.

The idea is to barely touch him, eliciting a feeling of ticklish, almost itchy sensations in an unpredictable pattern.

You love drawing it out, watching his muscles twitch and flex as you just barely touch him- until finally you do nice rough, luxurious scratches up and down the length of his back like you would for a loyal dog who has just done a good job.

And like the magnificent animal he is, Secondo always lets out a guttural groan in relief when the itch is banished by your skilled touches.

You go through this routine with him now and have only just finished the process when he surprises a yelp out of you by suddenly arching up and rolling over.

He quickly grips your hips, lest you be dethroned by his movements, and with a wicked grin he seats you right back down against his barely clothed and hardening cock.

His eyes are glazed from the massage and the cover from the dim lights thanks to the pillow that had cradled his face.

But the twinkle that is there is undeniable. Especially when paired with what is currently nudging at you from beneath just two thin layers of cloth. You know exactly what he wants.

But you’re overcome suddenly by just the sight of him, this man that you so adore, whose flesh you are so intimately familiar with.

Reaching down, you place your thumbs against the outer sides of his eyebrows, just near to his temples.

He raises them slightly, puzzled and parting his lips on a question, but is quickly silenced when you start rubbing slow circles along his brow, pressing carefully.

His eyes quickly shut and a deep sigh leaves his open mouth as you manipulate the tense ridges.

“Amore you are too good to me.”

You shush him as you work, still unable to take your eyes away from his handsome face, so bewildered that this is the man you’re sharing your life with.

You both freely offer up words of affirmation to one another as a source of affection, but you’ve managed to hone your understanding of his body and its needs to a degree that it’s one of your favorite ways to show him how much he means to you.

You really hope he can tell.

[illvmiimoved]

Just Helping You Sleep.

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB reader (GN pronouns)

TAGS/INCLUDED: Lactation (not really nsfw though) * Dad!Miguel * Miguel is super smitten * if he’s Spider-Man is up to you * fluff * au where he had Gabriella normally so she isn’t literally dead

A/N: this is my first ever tumblr post so please have mercy LOL. What a first post am I right gang? Anyways happy reading ❤️

New account cause I screwed up 😭

Miguel has had one thing on his mind lately.

Your tits.

It was weird as hell, considering the situation, but it was true. He couldn’t get those damn things out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

He’d be busy at work, then boom. Titty thoughts.

You’d had his baby recently, which didn’t help (and was also the cause of the recent boob thought influxes). The baby was a beautiful girl and light of Miguel’s life, Gabriella.

You were breastfeeding Gabri, which was the main cause. You not only exposed them more often, but it also made your boobs larger than they were originally.

Miguel was honestly pretty ashamed of getting horny of you merely feeding your child, but here he was.

One day, Miguel was sitting on the couch, watching the news with a beer in one hand and Gabriella in the other. She was snug against him and content, ‘till she began crying.

You had raced over to get her, cooing things like “Oh no, what’s wrong, baby?” And “Are Papa’s stupid news stories boring you to tears, my poor thing?”

You swooped the little girl from his arms, and popped your shirt open in record time to feed her. Miguel nearly dropped his beer.

You noticed his staring and asked if he was alright, and he just said something akin to “Yeah, Gabi’s just so cute when she eats.” Which was true, just not the reason he was staring so intently.

The second a drop of milk dribbled down your boob and down towards your torso, Miguel began to sweat in his wife-beater and had to literally leave the room.

Miguel has caught himself having extremely weird thoughts as of late. A lot of the time, he realizes he’s actually envious of his 3 month old daughter for being able to be that up close and personal with your chest.

Another one is when that drip of milk dribbled down your chest, he had to actually stop himself from swiping a finger under it to catch it on the pad of his finger, and taste it.

He had absolutely no idea what was happening.

He currently was sat on yours and his shared bed, doing some work on his iPad. His glasses were sliding down the bridge of his nose, so he pushes them up. You walk in from just finally getting your daughter down, palming your boobs uncomfortably and looking around the room.

He looks up from his tablet, “What’s wrong, querido?”

“I can’t find that stupid breast pump, and Gabriella didn’t empty me before she fell asleep. It fuckin’ hurts.”

He saves his work before shutting his tablet off, getting up from his spot to help you look around for the pump to alleviate your pain.

You sigh exhaustedly, “I swear to god if it’s in her room and I have to go in there and risk waking her up-“

Miguel sits back on the bed when he can’t find it and for some reason, his mind decided that yeah, this was a great thing to blurt out;

“Do you want me to help?”

You stop what you’re doing and turn to look at him comically slowly. You stare at him, “Eh?”

Miguel pales in the face when he realizes what he actually just fucking said, what he suggested.

“I just meant- uhm- Amor I didn’t mean-“

He shut up before he could make things worse than he already had.

You walk over and sit on the edge of the bed, staring at him, “Did you… are you suggesting you drink me dry?”

Miguel lets out a loud groan, “Don’t say it like that, cariño!” He covers his face with his hands.

You just snicker and crawl up to your spot on the bed. You shrug, “We can give it a shot. I don’t see why not. I won’t be able to sleep like this.”

“Are you serious?” He whips his head up to stare at you. His gaze only grows more shocked when you slip your shirt off, over your head.

You lean back and rest your head on the pillow. Miguel could see you really were tired, so he decided to just dive right in, crude as that sounds.

He leant down and latched on, and hoooolllllyyy shit man. It felt so good. It was unbelievable. He’d fantasized about this for weeks on end, and it was finally happening.

Hell, the milk was perfect too. It was in his top 5 beverages for sure. Not because it was from his beautiful and lovely spouse who he loves more than anything, his beautiful and lovely spouse who could breathe and he would propose to you all over again.

You let out a long breath from the relief and tangle your fingers in his hair. He lets out a low groan at the action.

He reaches one of his hands up to squeeze at the breast he wasn’t sucking, and it fucking dribbled out milk. He could have came on the spot. He immediately unlatched from you to catch it on his tongue.

He switches to the other breast, pretty confident he had emptied your other one. He lets out a loud groan against you when you tug his hair slightly. You let out a sigh yourself. It was super pleasant, having a big hunky man sucking you dry.

Miguel kept on working, focused on mostly helping you get to sleep. Sure he was getting unbelievably horny, but he knew you really just wanted your rest. Having a tiny baby who clung to you like Gabriella did was exhausting.

He pulls back and uses his big hands to feel your breasts, making sure they’re empty enough to let you get some comfortable sleep. Once he’s sure they are, he looks up at you with a lovey dovey smile. You hold back a snicker as you raise a thumb to wipe away the remaining milk around his mouth.

“All better?” He asks. You could feel his excitement pressed up against you under the covers and he noticed. He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry about it, Hermosa. It’ll go away. Just get your sleep, Mhm?”

You nod sleepily and cuddle against his side. He lets your head rest on his shoulder as he pulls the cover over both of you.

He looks at you with the sweetest gaze, “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile tiredly at him and press a kiss to his cheek, then lay your head back on his shoulder. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, not as uncomfortable as before.

He mumbles,

“You will let me do that during sex though, right?”

You burst out in giggles, nodding and kissing him.

A/N: this was my first tumblr post ever so please give feedback if you want!! Thanks so much for reading ❤️

+ I did use spanishdict for the Spanish nicknames Miguel used, please lmk if I used them wrong or anything so I can fix them !

(the normal shit, don’t copy or redistribute this pretty please)

[silent-raven13]

I'm Hobie Brown and...

Every so often when a new group of Spider-heroes come in, some of the original Spider-heroes would introduce themselves. One who is always the loudest one to start off the controversy with Miguel O'Hara.

"This wanker had the whole Spider Society chasing after a fifteen year old boy about four or five years ago!" Hobie spoke to the new comers, "And he's still running this place."

"Wait, a 15 year old boy?" A new Spider-woman with a West African pattern designs around her suit asked being confused at the leader of the organization.

"Brown!" Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, "How many times do I have to tell you to stop bringing that up?"

"Not until, this place goes down under, mate! We as a Spider-people shouldn't have to follow rules, and order!" The punker swing from one part of the office to another. "We are to break the system, not follow who does this and that!"

"Ohhh!" The young Spider-heroes awed, some even taking notes.

Miguel shake his head with his eyes widen, "Wait, wait, don't write that. What are you guys doing? Don't listen to him! Este pinche cabrón!" Already giving up from Hobie's annoying introduction.

Miles came into the office holding bags of lunch, while sipping his slushy. He didn't have his mask on, "Whoa, looks like he already got the new comers into him, huh tio?"

"Morales? What are you doing here?" Miguel looks over to find the nineteen year old standing by the platform.

"I brought lunch for Gwen and Pav!" Miles holds one of the bags up in the air. "Where are they?"

"Over here!" Gwen uses her web to get the bag and pulled up to the ceiling. Miguel and Miles looks over to find them sitting at one of the edges talking.

"When did you guys come in?" Miguel asked out loud, "This room isn't for hanging out! It's a place of business, to group and prepare for missions! Ay, DIOS ayúdame!"

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! A place of "business"." Pav rolled his eyes under his mask with air quoting, "We get it, Miguel! This place is our new favorite spot, now!"

Gwen laughs along Pav, "Yeah, dude. We like the vibe here. Ohhh, they gave us extra Crab Rangoons!" She peaked in the bag to find extra items, "Yum! I was so craving for Chinese food!" The two walks over to one of the bulky vertical walls to sit and eat in peace.

"And I don't believe in ruthless dictatorships under this organization!" Hobie's voice rings their ears.

Miles could only laugh at his boyfriend's long rants against the hierarchy and government. Miguel placed his hands on his hips with his head down, "Miles go get your novio before I pop a blood vessel."

"Come on, tio. You know, he does this all the time. You should get use to it." He giggles hearing his boyfriend's voice, his lips part away from his plushie, "See, almost done."

"Morales." A warning from the Big Boss.

"Okay. Okay." Miles turns toward the group and said out loud, "Mi amor, I brought lunch!"

"And that's my cue to leave, mates! I hope you all learn about the conspiracies of this place!" Hobie got up on one of the tables and swing over to his boyfriend. "Hello, luv!" He took off his mask to give Miles a big kiss on the cheek, "You got our food."

"Yup, Indian today! I got the curry you like with some garlic naan." His boyfriend happily said.

Pav said, "It better be authentic Indian!"

"In this cafeteria? How?" Gwen snorted at him.

"Huh, true! Nevermind!" Pav shouted out loud.

Gwen leans over at Pav without her mask on, "Hey, you know what will be funny?"

"Ohh, what?" Her friend leans in to listen her whispers. "Ohhh, that's a good one!"

The wavy haired Spider-man spoke out, "Hey Hobie! Did you even started your intro? You forgot to mention you don't like the AM or the PM!"

"A la puta madre! NO! Don't you start, Brown!" Miguel was about to give his own explanation about their caused.

"I almost forgot." Hobie grins widely loving making Miguel pissed off.

"Bae, we're supposed to have lunch together." Miles pouts having to sway side to side to at least help his boss from his boyfriend's long rants.

"I will. Enjoy with Gwen and Pav, Sunflower!"

"Miles, come up here!" Gwen quickly said having her hand gesturing him to come up to where they are sitting.

Miles climbs up giving an apologetic look towards Miguel. The older Spider-man could only sigh from frustration. The nineteen year old Spider-man sat next to his blond friend, "What's up?"

"You know, how Hobie likes to claim he doesn't believe in a lot of stuff... so I got this idea." She giggles.

"Huh oh." Miles grins, "What kind of thing your pulling?"

"Nothing. I swear, this will be fun!" Gwen leans over to whisper in Miles' ears.

"Ohhh, I see." He smiles widely.

Hobie stood on a table beginning his intro, "I'm Hobie Brown, when I’m not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political action slash performing art pieces. OR, having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model, I was briefly a runway model. I hate the AM, I hate the PM, I hate labels!" He kicks off some items on the tables only to piss off Miguel more. "I'm not a hero, because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing narcissistic autocrat! Like this gentlemen over there!" He eyes on the leader of Spider Society.

"Pinche pendejo!" Miguel mutters lowly, saw the new-comers were writing everything down, "Don't write that down!"

"So you don't believe in labels?" A Spider-man asked wearing a tobe with his own Middle Eastern designs.

Another one with a nerdy voice spoke up wearing a futuristic Cyber-Punk Spiderman outfit, "Yeah, you hate all labels!"

"I. Hate. All. LABELS."

"Really!" Gwen spoke up out loud, "All labels, mate?"

"All, Gwendy!"

"Even if I say if this is a chopsticks?" She holds her chopsticks

"Yup!" Hobie said proudly, "I can say those are forks! I don't believe in none. None what's so ever."

"Not even if I say the sky is blue!" Pav asked out loud.

"I can say it's Red!" Hobie said as a matter of fact, "All about being chaotic. Keep stirring the pot." He wasn't aware of his boyfriend standing next to him with his hands behind his back being adorable.

"Even if there's a police caution tape?" Gwen asked out loud.

"I'll rip the bloody thing off! No one can tell me what to do! I am Hobie Brown!" Hobie spoke up, "Not gonna let a pig tell me what to do or say!"

The new Spider-heroe 'Ooohhhed' and 'Ahhhed' at him seeing how inspiring he is to be his own Spider-man. That's something they need to work on. "No, don't listen to him. He's only saying this to start trouble." Miguel began.

"But that's what a dictator would say." A new-comer Spider-man said slowly, they all were eyeing him.

"I like this lad's way of thinking." The punker chuckles lowly seeing how annoyed and mad Miguel looks. When he turns around to go to eat with his friends, he blinks in surprised to find his boyfriend next to him, "Luv, what are you doing down here?"

"Bae..." Miles's lips twisted into a wide smirk, "You said you hate all labels."

"Yes, luv. You know this."

"But," He cutely pouts with his bottom lip popping out a bit more, "that means you don't believe in us. So we're not in a relationship?" Having fake tears! "You think of us as nothing?"

The new-comers all went, "Ohhhh."

"No! No, luv! I never meant it that way." Hobie said out loud with worried going over to hug him.

"But-but..." Miles frowns, "That means you don't like it when I called you baby or mi amor?"

"No, I do! I believe in whatever YOU SAY, luv." Hobie said having to comfort his boyfriend.

"Really? So if I say the sky is Green?" Miles asked innocently.

"The sky is green!"

Miguel rolled his eyes, "Oh brother..." He thought to himself.

"And if I say we're in a relationship?"

"We are in a relationship, Sunflower!" Hobie picks up his boyfriend in bridal style, "Only my darling Sunflower words matter to me." He kisses Miles' cheek.

"So you do believe in labels?" One Spider-person said.

"Only what my Sunflower says! I'm Hobie Brown and I'm in a happy relationship with my boyfriend, Miles and the sky is green." He kisses his boyfriend on the lips. Miles giggles with that response while their friends laughs.

[pastelavender88]

What pet names do you think Buck and Eddie would use the most of their gfs?

Eddie:

I feel like Eddie is more old-school boyfriend than Buck is. Probably because he was out of the game when stuff like hookup culture and sleeping around was accepted more and more.

So he's an "Angel, Beloved, Darling, Love, My Other Half" kind of boyfriend.

If you share a kid together or you're pregnant I can see him calling you "Mama" as a joke.

Most of that’s before marriage and stuff though. After a while you get special nicknames and maybe even ironic nicknames.

He may call you “Pat” because once at an aquarium (the interactive part) a starfish got stuck to your hand and naturally his head went to the iconic Patrick star from Spongebob.

Or maybe “cougar” because once at a bar a kid, who looked way too young to be in a bar, hit on you (awkwardly) and called you a cougar to your face. 

Buck:

Now Buck is a diiferent story. If you guys start off as like hookups or something he calls you awkward nicknames like “Bud” or “Pal”.

As time goes on and you get more serious you get a “Babe” and “Honey”

I can see him also using your background as a pairing with your nickname. 

Like if you're from Georgia, he’ll call you “Peaches” or “Sugar” (that’s because he believes that everyone talks like a character from True Blood.)

Over time you notice his nicknames are more heartfelt and meaningful. Like using favorite foods, and hobbies, maybe if you speak another language, he’ll go as far as finding out more about your language and going off of that as well.

Cara Mia (Italian for "beloved"), Principessa (Italian for "princess"),Mi Cielo (Spanish, literally "my sky")

Bonus: What they like to be called...

Eddie: Honey, Sugar, Mi Amor, Mi Guapo, Baby Boy (it started as a joke but he enjoys it more than he admits subeddie confirmed), and Good-looking

Buck: Bub, Sexy, Boo Thang (started as a joke but it stuck), Romeo, McDreamy (Buck is the type of boyfriend that complains about your “cheesy” shows but sits there and watches everything, so he understands this reference), and Hercules (because big strong sexy man, duh!).

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ x ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Death of a child, murder, angst, descriptions of gore? nudity, reader is kind of pshyco, comfort

A/N: Sorry that its short

Masterlist

Who knows how long you've been knocked out, when you woke up, you felt your whole body in pain. You were also laying on a bed, the same bed that you used to sleep in, looking down you saw that you were dressed in a big t-shirt. You forgot the last time you wore clothing, your symbiote companion was basically your clothes. Slowly you sat up, looking around the room, everything was still intact. Almost everything, the room was a mess and on the wall there was a board with papers and red strings.

Getting off the bed, you went over at the board, there was new papers and reports of venom, about their crimes and recent murders. Looking over, there was a missing person poster. It was of you, he used an old picture of yours. In the picture you were smiling and seemed happier. Now you just looked tired and with so much hate.

"I didn't think you'd wake up" you heard a masculine voice refured to you. Turning to see who it was, it was the one and only Miguel, your husband. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. "So, I'm guessing you're going to turn me in?" you asked, almost sounding snarky. Miguel shook his head. "No.." he stopped, looking at you. "I just want to know why?" he asked. You were busy playing with strands of your messy hair, acting as if you had no clue what you were talking about. "I don't know what you're talking about" you said.

Miguel groaned. "Por amor de-" for the love of- he stopped, taking another deep breath and spoke again. "Why did you kill those men?" he asked. You let go of your hair and looked back the board with the papers of your crimes. "I'm pretty sure you heard me in the ally" you said, looking at the recent murder. You've changed, you were no longer that loving person who wanted nothing but for the world to be a good place, now you were basically someone filled with rage and a murderer. It was as if he didn't know you anymore. "I didn't kill them instantly, killing them would be like, giving them a pass for their crimes. So I improvised.. I made sure they felt my pain.." you said coldly, this made Miguel a bit sick. He knew what you did to those men, he would be the one at the crime screen to witness the things that you left behind. He couldn't get that view out of his head.

"You're not better then them y/n, you also did crimes, crimes worse then pick pocketing and robbing!" Miguel explained, all you could do was laugh. "So? I never did this to be better than them! I did it for my daughter! my baby!" you began to yell at him. "Did he think about what he was doing?! That man shot my fucking baby dead! Her blood was in my hands!" You continued screaming, feeling your eyes fill with tears. "The last words she told me was 'mama, I'm scared'... she was a fucking child Miguel!" you shouted, already falling into hysterics.

"She was my daughter too, I saw everything that you did, she was also my baby." Miguel said in a calming manner, trying to calm you down. "You weren't there when I needed you... you were gone for work and doing your spiderman shit!" you presided to scream. "... the only time you were here was to try and put me in a fucking psych ward.. " you reminded him. It was true, he was gone, leaving you alone to cry. He felt guilty, he regretted not being able to give you the help that you needed, he approached you the wrong way, he shouldn't have shouted or threated you to lock you away for a time. He also felt responsible that you had left and why you became the person that you had become.

You were still crying, going back to remembering that same day many years back. How you carried your daughter to the hospital and how both your hands as well as clothes had blood on them. It began to feel as if her last words to you echoed in your head, causing you to let out a loud sob. You then felt a huge pair of arms wrap around you, Miguel had pulled you into a tight hug as you continued to cry. "I did it for her!" you sobbed, while trying to get away from him, but he didn't let go. You still struggled to get away from him, but he kept a hold on you. "I DID IT FOR HER!" you screamed loudly, even though it hurt his ears, he still held you.

Eventually you stopped fighting, you just cried. "It was for her.." you sobbed as you cried while holding onto his tightly. Miguel continued to hug you and stroking your hair trying to calm you down. He knew that you needed to let it all out. It sounded as if you had been holding it in for years. You both stayed like that until you eventually stopped crying, who knows how long it's been since you stopped. You were just snuggled up in his arms as while you crying. All Miguel could do was hold you while stroking your hair and whispering that it was okay. It felt nice having your husband back.

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[mintkookiess]

HIII!! could you do proposing hcs with miles(1610)??

Miles Morales headcannons # 8

SAY LESS ANON (I think its abt time i do reqs again) Given that this is hcs on Miles proposing, naturally he's all grown up here okay?

Hope you enjoy babe

Love,

Mint

Miles Morales is the most awkward man of all, but at least he’s still somehow brave enough to push through with his ideas. Though this time, proposing to you was something that he really held back on until the last minute

You’ve both been dating for a few years and he knew it was high time to take your relationship to the next level, to settle down with you officially.

He’s actually held on to this idea for the longest time, but he was just scared that maybe you’d think he was going too fast or maybe you weren’t ready for that type of commitment yet

So it starts with subtle hints, you know? Or maybe subtle hints to you, but he just thinks his actions are going unnoticed

Like going on a casual date to the mall and he stares at the ring stores for a bit too long that you have to tug on his jacket’s sleeve to continue walking

You had an inkling of what your boyfriend has been thinking about, but you were just patient with him, let Miles go about it in his own pace (go you!)

He isn’t big on extravagant things, like from when he asked you to be together with him, Miles just said it when the two of you were in his room, teasing and tickling the hell out of each other that he blurted it out

But for proposing? He’d want to step up his game just a wee bit,

He wants it to be absolutely perfect, but not too much that it scares or overwhelms you (and him)

Miles has asked his mom about this, and Mama Rio goes on ahead to tell him that he shouldn’t overthink and that you’d love whatever he does

Which is true of course

He starts listing down like his ideas on his phone’s notes

Miles is more of a casual guy, so he crosses off the formal ones like some fancy dinner or a yacht

He settles down to doing it in that secret spot on top of an abandoned building reserved for just the two of you

It requires Miles to swing the both of you to the top, so it was really solely for just you and him and the place has been covered with memories like pinned pictures, old worn out fairy lights adorning the walls, and— you get the picture

But this time he changes the whole place

Balloons on the floor, scattered with rose petals, the fairy lights stayed on though, slightly dimmed as it was fading but still enough

He swung you to the top of the building as usual, but this time you had a blindfold on. Despite your protests your boyfriend wouldn’t let up so you just gave in.

Miles’ heart was beating erratically that he’s afraid you’d be able to feel it through his suit, and he just prayed the wind was strong enough to hide it. When the two of you landed, he grabbed you by the elbows and gently ushered you towards the center of the place.

“Just stay still amor,” He said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. Miles pulls out the red velvet box from his backpack and crouched down on one knee in front of you. He gulped hard, hands shaking as he raised the tiny box up. “You can remove it now.”

You quickly untie the blindfold to see him and the entire setup of the place. Tears had immediately run down your cheeks and it honestly made him want to cry with you, but he knew he had to say what he needed to say.

“I’m- wait crap,” He pulls out the mask from his head and you see how flushed his cheeks were, and he had this lovesick grin on his lips, brown eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall.

“Anyway… Sorry about that I knew this is like a serious thing, and the mask would be really weird since you wouldn’t be able to take me seriously, maybe? I don’t know I guess it’s—“

“Miles you’re rambling sweetie,” You laughed between tears. Your boyfriend cleared his throat, “Right sorry, just uh nervous.”

Miles took a deep breath, opening the box to reveal the ring which had belonged to his grandmother (Mama Rio gave it to him for when he finds the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with).

“I’ve thought about this for a long time now, and I’d love to go on about how much you mean to me but I know that’ll just stall it and all that so…”

“Will you marry me amor?”

“YES YES Are you kidding?! Of course Miles!”

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adamantine chains | part 10

"Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus." "What does that mean?" "Love is rich with both honey and venom." "I suppose that is true." Or which in König finds you broken in the mountains. König | F!Reader a/n: if you like this, and you can, consider donating on my ko-fi or commissioning a custom fic.

His words make you almost feral; you wrap your feet around his waist and pull him closer until he's pressed right up against you. You can smell the gunpowder and sweat on him; the smell ignites something inside of you. Fingers wandering towards his belt buckle, you try to loosen it, but König stops you.

"Nein. I will not make love to you dirty or in these clothes. It's not right."

"I don't mind, Kö."

König's fingers wrap in yours and gently push you away. Burying his face in your neck, he breathes in the scent of you, the rough fabric of his mask tickling the sensitive skin.

"It is not about if you care or not Taube. But I don't want to be - this - when I'm with you."

When he pulls away, his hands brush your stomach; the feeling causes you to jump, to try to fold in on yourself. You watch König's mask crinkle at the eyebrows; he reaches out to grab you again, and you intercept his hands with your own.

"You hit a ticklish spot, love."

You can tell he doesn't buy the excuse, but the thought of telling him about Oma's suspicions, about the doctor's appointment terrifies you. You think something in the tremor of your hand gives you away, but König doesn't say anything when you push yourself off of the counter. 

"Come on König. The bathroom is the only place not trashed. Let's take a shower, and then we can clean up."

König lets you lead him to the bathroom, lets you push him gently down onto the toilet. He refuses to let go of your hand as you turn on the shower, the steam building quickly in the little room. 

Fingers soft against him, König lets you strip him of his fatigues, of the dirt and sweat ladened button up and green shirt beneath. Of his mask, hair overgrown and disheveled. You trace your fingers across the little scars that litter his face, the stubble that's grown in on his usually clean shaved face tickling your fingers. Kneeling onto the hard floor, you work at the laces of  his boots, pulling them off with his socks. 

"I am a grown man Taube. I can undress myself."

"Is that why you've been letting me do it?"

His smile at you is barely there, a whisper against the exhaustion. You push yourself up, notching yourself between his knees. He doesn't make a move to stand, instead tracing his fingers up your side, pulling your shirt with it. When he slips your bra off, he doesn't discard it with the rest of the clothes, instead folding it and placing it on the counter. 

His fingers fumble clumsy at the button on your jeans; you're scared that he's going to rip them, but they acquiesce beneath his finger tips. He leans into you, enough to push them down. His tongue sneaks out to lick the contours of your breast. You jerk back in surprise, laughing at the feeling and quickness. 

"Come on Taube," König chuckles, standing up, fingers working his belt buckle enough so that his pants can slide off. "You need to stop playing so we can take a shower."

It's not easy to notch the two of yourselves so that the water runs over the both of you; the two of you have to eventually stand sideways so that König isn't blocking the water. 

He's shades of black and blue, yellow and purple mixing together to form a mosaic of skin across his torso. The worst is at his rib cage, a deep purple. The kind of purple royalty used to kill for. 

"König is your rib broken?"

He 'hmms' at you, head leaned back against the warming tile. Your eyebrows knit together at the sound; so casual at the suggestion that his rib could be broken. You palm his side; his muscles tense and bunch beneath the feeling. 

"It's broken König; you need to lay down."

He brushes your hands away without opening his eyes.

"It's fine. It's an old fracture."

His voice is iron set, the kind of set you know means he won't let you care for him, won't let you fuss over him. So you settle for washing his hair, his back, his chest. He all but purrs beneath your touch. When it's your turn to wash your hair, his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging the shampoo into your scalp.

"I've missed you so much Taube. I worried everyday that I was gone; what if something happened to you, and I was halfway across the world."

"You're home now," you speak around the water flooding your face as he rinses your hair, "and I can't imagine who would dare bother me with you here."

"No one should have been here. Everyone knows this is my house. Our house."

His frown is deep, voice a rumble in his chest. With a sign, you reach around him to cut off the water, the air cooling immediately. 

Neither of you move as gooseflesh erupts across your skin. Finally König speaks, pushing the shower curtain away from the two of you.

"Come Taube. Let's pick the mess up. Perhaps he destroyed all of your clothes, and I will need to buy you some more."

"Some more of those lacy underwear things you always try to get me to wear, you mean."

It takes hours to get the house back together. The two of you sort through the trash until the long stretches of the night. Eyes blurry and muscles aching, you collapse onto the couch. König lowers himself down beside you, hands braced on his ribs. A thin, quiet whine escapes his lips as he connects with the couch. The sound worries you - he's never come home from a mission this hurt, this black and blue and on the edge of broken. 

"Kö, my love. Are you sure you're fine?" 

He's a wounded animal, and you're reaching out to him with a shaking hand. 

"Taube-"

"Don't lie to me Kö. Please."

His hands lay fisted at his side, and he keeps his eyes closed as he shifts down so that he can rest his neck against the back of the couch. You recognize the look on his face; he's trying to think of something to say to make you feel better, to stop worrying about him.

You know that he thinks his job is to worry about you, and make sure that you've nothing to worry about. But you have to worry about him. The sigh he lets out is massive, and when he releases it his shoulders slump, fully relaxed against the back of the couch.

"Yes Taube," his words are heavy, each one sinking him further into the couch, "I'm hurt. And I wanted to come home and fuck you and fall asleep beside you. But instead I come home to this, and I don't want to move from here. I'm sorry."

You rest your hands on his thigh, the only part of him not blossomed in a shade of the night sky.

"König I don't need you to fuck me to be happy that you're home. I'm just happy you made it home in one piece. That you're here now."

You press a kiss to the side of his forehead before pushing yourself away. König's hand lingers at your back, trying to pull you back in weakly. You knock the lights off as you make your way through the house, coming back with the pillows and blanket from your shared bed. The light of the television, so low you can barely hear it, makes shadows jump from the wall. 

You arrange the blankets around König, pushing his hands away when he reaches up to help. Eventually, you turn the couch into a nest, crawling in beside him. You rest your head on his thigh, pulling one of the blankets up to your chin. König's hand comes to rest at the crown of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. 

You let the patterns König draws on your scalp lull you to sleep, König's fingers stuttering as he relaxes beneath you.

The wolf is breathing down your neck again. Its heavy paws press into your back, nails digging into the sensitive skin as it forces you into the dirty concrete. The rancid smell of its breath curls around you as it lets a soft growl roll into your ear. 

A scream cuts through the night, and you're not sure if it's coming from you or someone else. You try to turn your head - to see where you are, to see who's screaming, but the wolf shoves your head back down into the dirt. 

You wake up screaming, your throat raw and nearly bloody. Large hands wrap around your wrists, trying to pin you down; you fight back through the din and try to force your eyes to sharpen, to discern who is kneeling above you.

"Taube stop. Stop love. It's me - please."

The ringing in your ears starts to turn down, and the sharp edges of König start to come to you. The light of the television illuminates the side of his face, tight and worried above you. He's got your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them down. His other hand pushes your sweaty hair out of your face, you try to focus on the feeling and calm your heart down.

"You were just having a nightmare, Taube. You're here with me - you're fine."

You don't realize your crying until König bends down to press a kiss to your cheek, tongue reaching out to trace the salty trail.

"Do you want to tell me what you were dreaming about?"

You have to speak around the lump in your throat, trying to figure out how to explain the images that have haunting you each night. 

"I keep dreaming of my grandfather, and he's telling me to run, to go get help. But I can't. And I watch him get torn apart by wolves. And last night Marcus was there and -"

"Marcus?"

König's voice is low, his hands still in your hair.

"I'm sorry; he's there and I can't move. I feel so horrible thinking about him. And tonight the wolf was-"

You don't get to finish before König slides one hand beneath your knees and the other beneath your head. Even with a broken rib, he lifts you like you're nothing. He throws the blanket into your lap, and carries you into the bedroom. He doesn't let you go as he sinks into the bed. 

You let him rearrange you so that you're tucked into his side, the blanket pulled high up above the two of you. 

His hands trace patterns across your back, cold sweat still clinging heavily to your skin.

"Don't apologize for your dreams Taube. You are here with me."

You try to fall asleep in the warmth of him, but long after his fingers are still and his breathing slows, you stay awake, waiting for the next nightmare to come. 

But they don't come for the rest of the night. In the morning, you detangle yourself from König's arms and stumble into the kitchen, bleary eyed and exhausted. The coffee pot comes to life beneath you, and you try to think about what you and König can do for the day, but instead your brain keeps turning back to your dreams, to Marcus. 

Warm hands sneaking around your waist scare you, but König catches you mid-jump. He doesn't speak as he lets his hands wander the planes of your body, your hands braced against the countertop. When his fingers curl around your stomach you remember the call from the doctor, and the anticipation rolls back into you.

"Good morning love," you mumble, trying to pull your coffee towards you, but König pulls you back into him.

"Did you sleep better last night Taube?"

You know he doesn't expect an answer as he presses open mouthed kisses down your shoulder. You watch the mountains in the distance - the same one's König carried you down from so many months before. You catch his hands as they start to dip between your legs, pulling him back up so that he's eye level with you.

"Do you want to go on a hike today König?"