#Ily all though 💕💕💕 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

kxsagi · 2 months ago

Note

Hihihi! I just stumbled upon your blog after taking a break from Tumblr, and I adore your writing!💕

I saw that your requests are open, so I thought I'd send one! I've never done this before, lmao, so sorry if I mess something up!

I was wondering if you could write something about arguing with the BL boys and then suddenly flashing them in the middle of it, asking them if they're still mad now?

I saw that you were fine with suggestive stuff in your rules, but feel free to ignore this if it's too much! I won't ask for specific characters other than maybe Chigiri? Thank you in advance for reading this! I hope you have an amazing day!💕

“𝐧𝐨, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰”

a/n: thank you girlie, you're so sweet, have an amazing day as well! 😚

title is a meddle about reference chase atlantic girls ily

suggestive content inside!

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, ness alexis, niko ikki, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae

itoshi rin

you’re squaring up with him in the kitchen, halfway into a dramatic rant about how he never wipes down the counter after making his protein shakes.

"do you know what cleaning is, rin? do you even see crumbs or is your brain like–"

you cut yourself off, suddenly gripping the hem of your shirt and yanking it up with the speed of a magician doing a card trick.

just. flash. like it’s the most casual part of your sentence.

rin freezes. his jaw clenches, his whole body goes taut like he just got sniped from a rooftop.

he doesn’t speak. doesn’t blink.

his eye twitches like his brain is trying to keep functioning but a giant red ERROR screen just popped up in his mind.

“… did you just… what is wrong with you,” he hisses, voice low and stunned.

“you still mad?”

he looks at you like you summoned the devil. “… you are so annoying. get over here.”

he says it like a threat, but he's already reaching for you with dangerous intent.

argument forgotten. you’ve created a new problem.

isagi yoichi

you two are in the living room, arms crossed, facing off like two lawyers in a petty court show.

"you NEVER close the cereal box. it gets stale, yoichi. stale. it’s like chewing cardboard."

he’s rolling his eyes, "it’s not that deep–"

you sigh like you’re done. then, without warning, you lift your shirt and flash him like you’re unveiling a secret treasure.

it takes him exactly 1.5 seconds to process what just happened.

he literally chokes on his own spit.

“WAIT?! wait, wait, wait–”

his voice jumps three octaves. his hands flail like he’s trying to rewind reality.

“did you just–?! are you crazy?! i was–i mean, we were fighting!”

you just smile innocently. “you still mad, though?”

he’s red from the neck up, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“i-i need a timeout. a breather. some water. i–”

spends the next 10 minutes pacing in the kitchen muttering, “i’m dating a menace” with a lovesick grin, replaying the image in his head like a perv.

nagi seishiro

he’s lying on the couch, playing games, while you rant about how he left his laundry in the washer again.

“it’s gonna get moldy, sei! do you even care?! i’m not your maid!”

he groans. “too loud. i can’t hear my game.”

and that’s it. you snap.

you walk over and lift your hoodie in one swift move, flashing him right as he scores a kill.

he literally drops the controller.

“woah.” eyes locked. mouth slightly open.

he just blinks and says, “that’s not fair. now i forgot what i was mad about.”

“you weren’t mad.”

“exactly. we’re even now.”

immediately lies down with his head in your lap, face smushed against your thighs like he’s done anything productive all day.

mutters into your skin, “flash me again? i need it for my health.”

chigiri hyoma

you’re in his room, arms crossed, glaring at him for bailing on a hangout to go to the gym again.

“you didn’t even text. i sat there alone for 40 minutes–”

he tries to cut in. “pretty, i told you i had–”

you ignore him. you step closer, grab the edge of your shirt with both hands, and–

flash.

his jaw drops. his soul leaves his body.

“what the hell?!”

his face explodes in red, like he got hit by a tomato.

“what was that? was that a power move?!”

“you still mad at me?”

he swallows. hard. “… i was gonna defend myself but now i wanna marry you so i win either way.”

immediately flops onto the bed and yells into a pillow.

refuses to look you in the eye for 10 minutes.

whispers later, “i love you, but i’m never winning another argument again, am i?”

mikage reo

he’s mid-speech about how you should “just let him spoil you,” and you’re mid-speech about how “you don’t need a $500 pair of slippers.”

the room is tense. luxurious. slightly dramatic.

you interrupt yourself mid-sentence by slipping off your oversized sweater with flair, flashing him like you’re presenting a damn exhibit.

reo’s reaction is instant.

his mouth slowly curves into the cockiest, hungriest smile you’ve ever seen.

his voice drops two octaves.

“oh? that’s how we’re playing now?”

“you still mad?”

“i wasn’t mad, but now i’m incredibly distracted.”

walks toward you like a man possessed.

says dumb flirty things like, “wanna be my sugarbaby and my therapist?”

spoiler: you never finish the argument.

he wires money to your account and takes off his own shirt just to match.

kaiser michael

he’s all smug and loud, spinning around in a designer chair like he owns the universe.

you’re arguing about his ego.

“you can’t call yourself ‘a gift from god’ in front of my parents.”

he smirks. “they agreed with me.”

you stare him down. then without breaking eye contact, you pull your shirt up and flash him with zero hesitation.

he blinks once. twice. then he smirks wider.

“… oh, liebe. that was dangerous.”

leans back in his chair, tongue poking the inside of his cheek like he’s trying not to get feral too fast.

“are you still mad?”

“no. but you’ve signed yourself up for so much trouble.”

five seconds later: you’re on his lap.

he calls you a “cheater” while whispering unholy things in german.

you never win the argument, but now neither does he.

karasu tabito

he’s being an idiot. again.

said something sarcastic. you called him out. now it’s five minutes of dumb back-and-forth in the hallway.

you sigh. “you know what?”

you reach down, pull up your shirt, and flash him like you’re changing the subject on a powerpoint slide.

he gasps. no, squeaks.

stumbles backward into the wall like you just slapped him with a holy vision.

“MA’AM?!”

staring at you like you just performed a magic trick.

“you still mad?”

he shakes his head, stunned. “not mad. but i might need a moment to process this. maybe therapy.”

starts cracking jokes to cope. “was that a jumpscare or a proposal? because either way, i’m in love.”

never stops talking about it.

refers to it later as “the day he saw god.”

ness alexis

you were in the middle of a heated argument (probably about kaiser).

“why do you let him treat you like that? he’s not your boyfriend, alexis–”

“he’s not treating me badly! you just don’t understand him!”

and he’s got his hand on his chest, eyes glossy, one foot already stomping into a diva spiral.

you inhale slowly. then–

flash. shirt up. deadpan face.

he stops. dead silent. his hands freeze mid-gesture, trembling ever so slightly. eyes wide, lips parted like he just got slapped with a romance novel.

“... you’re weaponizing your chest.”

“you still mad?”

he blinks. gasps.

covers his face with both hands, voice cracking, “y-you can’t just DO THAT! i’m vulnerable!”

starts crying-laughing like a victorian wife who saw her husband naked for the first time.

he’s pacing. dramatically.

"i feel faint. lightheaded. i need to sit. or lie down. preferably on top of you. for stability."

somehow the fight ends with him in your lap.

whispers, "don’t tell kaiser. he’ll start using it against me."

niko ikki

you’re arguing about him spending 6 straight hours on his game, ignoring your texts.

“do you even remember you have a girlfriend, or is league your real soulmate?!”

he frowns, flustered. “i was in ranked! you always say you want me to do what i love–”

flash.

you just hit him with a quick shirt lift and stare him down.

his pupils dilate like he just activated his sharingan. his blue lens glasses slip down his nose. his mouth opens. closes.

he’s buffering like a video on 2G data.

“what the hell was that for?!”

“you still mad at me?”

he’s trying so hard not to look again.

“… i’m not mad, but i’m deeply concerned for my sanity right now.”

you smirk, turning away like the boss you are.

behind you, he silently clenches his fist and mutters, “i love her so much it’s ruining my life.”

texts you later from the next room: “you made me knock over my water.”

shidou ryusei

you’re in the middle of a heated argument, likely because shidou can’t take a hint.

“i’ve told you a thousand times to stop leaving your clothes everywhere!”

“i literally live here. where else am i supposed to put them?”

“on your damn body, for starters!”

he’s grinning like the chaotic gremlin he is, clearly trying to get under your skin.

you stare at him for a moment, silently deciding: this ends now.

flash.

you yank your shirt up, but keep your eyes locked on him. no warning. no hesitation.

his face goes from smirk to confusion to full-on shock in a matter of seconds.

his eyes widen, and he just... stops. his body visibly jerks back like he’s been hit by a truck.

“… what the hell?”

he snaps his head to the side like he’s trying to reset his brain, then dramatically blinks about 50 times.

“you still mad?”

his usual cocky, devil-may-care expression falls into full flustered chaos.

“… no. not anymore. but you just became my new favorite person. you wanna keep doing that, or should we keep fighting?”

he drops the argument completely and starts lowkey following you around for the rest of the day.

mutters to himself like a love-struck fool: “this is it. she’s my queen.”

proceeds to try to make you more mad for the rest of the week just to get another flash. it’s working.

itoshi sae

oh, it’s on now. sae is being sae. classic emotionally distant asshole.

you’ve been trying to get him to talk about his feelings, but he keeps brushing you off.

“stop acting like you’re some kind of unreachable god,” you snap.

“i’m not the problem here, you are,” he counters with that trademark smugness.

and just when you think you’re about to lose your mind, you don’t even flinch, you just flash him.

your shirt lifts slowly, not in a teasing way, just purely to make a point.

his whole world crashes for a split second. sae freezes mid-sentence. he blinks. his eyes widen slightly.

you watch the exact moment his composure starts cracking, the cool facade slipping just enough to reveal–

“did you just–?”

“you still mad?”

his breath catches in his throat, voice suddenly a little hoarse. “… i’m not mad, but i might be a little… distracted now.”

he clears his throat, trying to act like he’s in control, but it’s a losing battle.

“gosh, you’re insufferable,” he mutters, but there’s this shift in his tone, the way his hand instinctively reaches out toward you like he's trying to anchor himself.

you can tell he's so turned on, but he's also mad about it.

he stares at you like you’ve just opened the gates of heaven, and he's not sure if he wants to kiss you or run from you.

you’ve won. and he knows it.

698 notes · View notes

thatdammchickennugget · 5 months ago

Note

Hi Marky! 💘😽 thought id pop in for a request - I liked this groceries idea but I thought I’d spin it a bit. For a au pinning where you flat with Blaise and Theo and one time when Mattheo is over you’re out of groceries so he offers to go with you. And it’s just bit pining over doing a mundane task together - kind of inspired by the song groceries by mallrat sorry if this is shit lmfao ily! 🤍

pairing - mattheo riddle x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, soft matty, theo and blaise are pretty useless

a/n - thanks for the request flower, I love it 💕

wordcount - 849

“Whose turn was it to buy groceries?” you asked, staring into the barren wasteland of the fridge. A half-empty carton of orange juice and a single, lonely lemon mocked you from the shelves.

“Not mine,” Blaise called from the living room, where he was sprawled across the couch like a Renaissance painting.

Theo, perched on the armrest with a mug in hand, raised a brow. “It was yours.”

You slammed the fridge door shut. “No, it wasn’t. I went last time. It’s someone else’s turn.”

Blaise didn’t even glance up from his magazine. “I vote Theo.”

“You can’t just ‘vote’ me,” Theo retorted.

“Watch me.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the counter. “You’re all useless, you know that? The only thing left in this flat is desperation and vibes.”

“And even the vibes are questionable,” Theo said, earning a snort from Blaise.

At that moment, the front door opened, and Mattheo strolled in like he owned the place. He glanced at the scene—Blaise reclining like a bored prince, Theo sipping tea like he was better than everyone, and you looking moments away from a breakdown—and smirked.

“Trouble in paradise?” he asked, shrugging off his jacket.

“We’re out of food,” you replied flatly.

“Out of food, out of coffee…” Theo mused. “Out of patience, if we’re talking about her.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t test me.”

Mattheo chuckled, leaning casually against the counter. “Sounds like you need to hit the store.”

“She does,” Blaise chimed in, flipping a page.

“Well, I’m not going alone,” you said, crossing your arms.

Mattheo raised a brow. “You scared of the big bad grocery store?”

“No, I just know that if I go alone, I’ll end up doing everything, and then you three will eat it all and leave me with nothing but crumbs.”

“Harsh,” Theo said, though he didn’t look particularly offended.

“I’ll go with you,” Mattheo said, surprising everyone.

The room went quiet for a beat. Blaise raised his head, looking between you and Mattheo with barely concealed amusement. “Since when do you volunteer for manual labor?”

Mattheo shrugged. “I’m feeling generous.”

“Generous?” Theo snorted. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Shut up, Theo,” Mattheo muttered, his ears tinging pink.

You hesitated, glancing between the boys. “Fine. But if you’re coming, you’re carrying the bags.”

“Deal,” he said, already heading toward the door.

“Have fun, lovebirds,” Blaise called, earning himself a glare from Mattheo and a not-so-light smack on the back of the head from you.

♡

The grocery store was quieter than usual.

Mattheo grabbed a cart without being asked, his fingers drumming lightly on the handle as you started down the first aisle.

“You’ve got a system, right?” he asked, glancing at the list in your hand.

“I don’t need a system,” you replied, tossing a loaf of bread into the cart. “I know what we need.”

“That’s a system,” he said, smirking.

“You’re a system,” you muttered under your breath, and his chuckle sent a small thrill through you.

The two of you moved through the aisles in a rhythm that was surprisingly natural. He handed you things from higher shelves without asking, tossed in snacks you didn’t have the heart to scold him for, and even managed to charm an older woman into letting you skip the queue at the deli counter.

“You’re awfully good at this,” you said as he expertly steered the cart around a corner.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he replied, smirking.

“Sorry, I just didn’t peg you as the domestic type.”

He shrugged, adding a pack of chocolate biscuits to the cart. “Maybe I’m full of surprises.”

You tried to ignore the flutter in your chest as he said it, focusing instead on grabbing a box of cereal.

By the time you reached the self-checkout, the cart was full, and the air between you felt lighter, more comfortable. He took over scanning the items, his grin widening every time you tried to help.

“Are you having fun?” you asked, exasperated.

“Maybe,” he said, scanning a box of tea. “It’s cute when you get all bossy.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but the words stuck as his grin softened into something warmer, more genuine.

Mattheo carried most of the bags without complaint, the muscles in his arms flexing just enough to make your heart race if you looked too long.

“Thanks for coming with me,” you said after a while.

“Anytime,” he replied, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

You hesitated, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “You didn’t have to, though. Blaise or Theo could’ve—”

“They wouldn’t have,” he interrupted, his voice quiet but certain. “And even if they would’ve, I wanted to.”

The simplicity of his words left you momentarily speechless.

By the time you reached the flat, your heart was racing for an entirely different reason. As you unpacked the groceries together, his hand brushed yours, lingering just long enough to make you wonder if it was on purpose.

And when he smiled at you—soft, a little shy—you couldn’t help but smile back.

Masterlist

Requesting Guidelines

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle imagine #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #writing #mari writes #mattheo riddle x reader

398 notes · View notes

concretejunglefm · 1 month ago

Note

Imagine Noah and reader having a baby girl who just started talking and saying “hi” to everyone she sees

You can write a quick one shot, but it’s fine if you don’t want to.

Anygay

I love you💕🎀

Anygay, that's me 🥰 I hope that you like this anon ily 💕

At some point, your bundle of joy, who once did little more than burp and gurgle in your arms, turned into a ball of sunshine, ready to take on the world and say ‘hi’ to every person she meets.

It’s become her new favourite word, right after Dada—even though you and Noah still argue over how it actually sounded.

“She’s not saying Dada,” you insist one night, huffy at the thought that your daughter would choose that word first over any for you.

“Are you sure about that?” Noah smirks. He’s been gloating ever since she uttered that first wobbly attempt, and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

Now it’s ‘hi’—not just to you or family or friends, but to complete strangers on the street. You barely make it a block with her toddling along beside you before she’s stopping in front of someone, grinning up at them with her whole face, and chirping, “Hi!”

No matter how many times you try to enforce ‘stranger danger,’ she just looks back at you with wide, curious eyes, blowing bubbles, clearly too young to understand, and completely indifferent unless your warning comes in the same honey-smooth voice as her Dada.

She also doesn’t care that just because her dad is behind a closed door, it means he’s working.

Now she sits outside the door to his home studio, stuffed animal in hand, peering up at it like it might magically open if she stares hard enough. It’s been hours since Noah slipped inside with the rest of the band to work on the upcoming album, and you’ve been trying everything to distract her.

“Come on, bug! Let’s go watch Peppa Pig!” you sing, upping your cadence to coax some excitement out of her.

Nothing. Just your baby girl sitting on the floor, pouting for her favourite person in the entire world.

With a sigh, you flop down beside her, only lifting your head when the door creaks open and Jolly’s deep chuckle fills the hallway, along with the sound of your name.

“Noah thought he heard you out here,” Jolly says, smiling as he towers over the both of you.

Your daughter stretches her arms up to him and lets her favourite word slip out. “Hi.”

Jolly gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Hi?! You’re talking now? No way!”

She tries to push up onto her legs, wobbles, and lands right back on her bum. Jolly chuckles and gently lifts her by the arms, placing her steady on her feet. That’s all it takes for her to stumble forward between his legs and waddle right into the studio.

From where you sit, you hear the chorus erupt, her enthusiastic ‘hi!’ met with laughter and echoing greetings from the guys inside.

It’s Folio who scoops her up next, her tiny hands grabbing his face as she giggles and repeats, “Hi.”

Folio makes a strangled noise, as if she’s just pierced his heart clean through. You know the feeling all too well, she’s a weapon of pure cuteness.

“She’s obsessed with attention,” Noah teases from somewhere inside.

“Gee, I wonder where she got that from,” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you push off the floor and step into the room.

Noah spins around in his chair, that boyish grin already spreading across his face. “No idea,” he says softly, reaching out for you like you’re gravity.

He looks at you the way your daughter looks at him—with something bigger than words could ever convey. He’s practically glowing, especially when Folio steps closer and your daughter spots her dad again. Her arms stretch toward him, and she sings, “Hi, Dada!” Noah doesn’t even try to act cool and you see the way he melts.

The second she says those words, he takes her back into his arms like it’s the only thing he ever wants to do. His heart is wide open, his smile pure and he looks between the two of you like he can’t believe this is real—like he’s never been happier in his life, and has no intention of hiding it.

#anon ask 💕#noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fluff #bad omens fluff #noah sebastian x reader #dad!noah #noah sebastian blurb #bad omens blurb #concretejunglefm fics

229 notes · View notes

mahgyu · 1 year ago

Text

Sukuna won't confess, but your laughter is his favorite melody. Sukuna has a sarcastic sense of humor and often responds to situations with scathing and ironic comments. But despite his grumpy observations, he knows exactly how to make you laugh and loves to admire your smile, especially since he knows he caused it.

Sukuna won't confess, but he could spend hours watching you do literally anything. Whether it's cooking casually or even tidying up the house enthusiastically while dancing to the sound of your annoyingly cheerful songs that he detests. But if you catch him staring at you for too long, he'll respond with a click of his tongue and tell you to hurry up soon.

Sukuna won't confess, but if you want the world just for yourself, he'll give it to you in seconds. In the rare moments when he agrees to take you out for a walk, he meticulously observes what catches your eye in the store windows. When you mention liking a certain product, Sukuna plays hard to get, saying he didn't bring enough money to spend on trivial things solely to hear you grumble about how much you that one wanted it until he gives in and buys it for you. And when you just stand there looking, without mentioning wanting him to buy it for you, Sukuna will be dragging you into the store again, with a scowl on his face and mumbling something so low that you can't completely hear. But when he sees you smiling with the new gift in your hands, that scowl softens, and he'll ignore your questions about how he guessed you had your eye on it.

Sukuna won't confess, but he feels like he might go into withdrawal if he goes without your silly messages during the day. When you're apart, you flood Sukuna's phone with messages, whether it's with cat memes you found on the internet, telling him random and nonsensical things that just happened to you, or cute statements like: "I miss you :'( ", "Have you eaten properly? Are you drinking enough water? ", "ily ♡ ". He'll respond to these messages with ten times less enthusiasm than they were sent with, but only Sukuna is aware of the silly smiles he lets slip while reading them.

Sukuna won't confess, but he comes home yearning for your loving treatment. Obviously, he even pretends not to care about the tight hug you give him while balancing on tiptoes and showering kisses all over his face. And even though he's rolling his eyes with indifference, the stroke he gives to your hair and the sincere kiss on your forehead discreetly show how much he missed you during the day, possibly even more than you.

Sukuna won't confess, but building a family with you is his biggest dream currently. Yes, he's not good with kids at all, but when you're lying together, with your head on his chest and sleeping comfortably while he gently strokes your face to not wake you up, Sukuna is immersed in thoughts of having a baby with you. He thinks about how you would look even more beautiful while pregnant, Imagining how the child would look like or even which of your personalities they would inherit. Sukuna falls asleep with these thoughts, certain that, even though it's hard for him to make it evident, you are everything in his life.

Well cliché, I know, but I'm so in love with the Grumpy x Sunshine prompt 😞

Comments/reblogs are appreciated 💕

ㅤㅤㅤ

1K notes · View notes

revelboo · 7 months ago

Note

ily amd ur works 💕

Thank you! I just write silly stuff

Everything Is Alright Pt 74

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

• Has he ever seen Starscream move like this before? Seen his face twisted in this unhinged fury? Taking advantage of his slightly smaller size and frame, thrusters screaming as he darts around the room getting in close to attack and then racing out of range before Megatron can retaliate. Arms crossed in front of himself to protect his head and spark, he tracks the Seeker. Watches for the pattern, because as impressive as his attacks are, there’s no strategy beyond pure hatred. Watching for him to attack, leg swinging in a kick and lunging to catch him by his ankle and slinging him into a wall.

• He should have known Starscream would lash out, should have guessed. Because the Seeker is driven now with the need to protect something, a bonded mech fighting. Servos pressed protectively against the door of his cassette compartment, he sees it all play out. As soon as the Seeker is down, Megatron seizes the advantage. Bigger and stronger than Starscream as he straddles him, fists coming down in brutal blows. Both of them so furious that by some miracle, it’s not occurred to them to use their weapons, wishing Starscream would just yield instead of going ballistic, biting and punching as he tries to buck off his bigger opponent.

• Denta bared, he can’t think beyond getting free of Megatron, getting to you. Every blow of those big fists slamming into him, not holding back as he snaps his denta, finding mesh at the inside of a wrist and tearing at it, tasting energon. His? Megatron’s? It doesn’t matter as his whole world narrows down to the pain and desperation. Because he can’t stop, can’t fail when you’ll pay. It’s almost shock when Soundwave’s blue hands reach and seize Megatron’s arm, trying to break up the fight. “Stop,” the communication’s officer growls, tonal voice strained and then Megatron lashes out, throwing him back.

• Both of them, then? Soundwave goes down as Megatron struggles to his feet, planting a ped on Starscream to keep him down because the Seeker isn’t giving up this time. Why keep fighting when normally he’d have begged him to stop well before now? What’s driving him? Turning his attention to his communications officer as the mech sits up slowly, a palm pressed protectively to his chassis, over his cassette compartment. Seeing the cassettes closing in around Soundwave, trying to protect him. Fury coursing through him as he lifts his cannon, aiming at Soundwave as energon drips from his wrist and down over his servos. “Tell me again where your loyalty lies, old friend.”

• He’d felt you bounce against his interior when he fell, can feel the beat of your little heart even though you’re not moving inside him. Head lifting to find that cannon aimed at him. Curling his frame forward to try and protect you inside him as he stretches out his arms to try and shield his cassettes, because they’re all he has. “With you.” He’d given up so much, seeing the potential in that young gladiator. Hoping that he was strong enough he could lift them all up, free them from the aristocracy. Now it’s all shattering around him. Are you hurt inside him? Bleeding?

• “I’ll kill you,” Starscream yells, servos clawing at that ped pinning him flat. Remembering his weapons and lifting his arms as they hum to full power even though he knows it won’t be enough to stop Megatron. That everything is falling apart, that he’s breaking open from the inside, spark aching that he’d failed you. “I’ll kill you,” he promises as Megatron glances down at him, optics glowing.

• “Don’t,” Soundwave is on his knees, a palm outstretched, head turning to stare at his cassettes as though begging them to abandon him. Starscream’s cannons aimed at him, denta bared and stained with energon. And Megatron’s just so tired. Fighting a war that never ends, now fighting the ones who’d lifted him up, rallied behind him. Mistakes upon mistakes dragging him to this moment. End the treachery, rip it out at the root. Or be a fool and believe Soundwave, because there’s something he doesn’t understand going on here. And he really is just so tired of it.

• Slowly, that cannon is lowered and Starscream’s arms drop, twisting under Megatron’s ped to look at him. Expression desperate and terrified. And Soundwave feels that same fear clawing at his spark. Why aren’t you moving? He can’t feel your mind tangling in his. “No more lies. No more treachery. Explain this,” Megatron growls, his deep voice so tired. Looking from his leader to the pinned Seeker. Seeing the panic in his optics, the plea to not give you away. He’d given up everything for Megatron, followed him, trusted him. But this is something he’s not sure if he can trust to him when he can’t possibly understand. They’re both staring at him, waiting. A little trust that might just destroy what little good he has.

#transformers x reader #starscream x reader #idw starscream #soundwave x reader #idw soundwave

256 notes · View notes

onehoplessromantic · 11 months ago

Text

B. Bradshaw | Masterlist

Top Gun - Maverick

Updated: 6/13/2025 [added: i wanna feel what love is]

!!authors!! if u want something removed plz pm me 💕 ily

PSA: if you want to be kept up to date with the happenings of this list you can sign up for my tag list here so you will be notified when i add fics or chapters and you can choose to keep up with bigger announcements as well

fluff-> 🤍 | smut -> 🍋 | angst -> 🌧️ | major tw -> ‼️

Series

☆ ALTITUDE | @tongue-like-a-razor

13 chapters | on hold | 🌧️🤍

Sydney is not a pilot. But she knows all their tricks. That's why, when she meets the smooth-talking Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, she's not falling for any of them. She's not falling for him, either.

☆ ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? | @perpetuallydaydreaming

12 chapters | complete | 🤍🌧️🍋

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw and you have been friends since you can remember, just friends (unfortunately) but when you are called back to Top Gun everything changes...

☆ JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY | @feralforfrank

3 chapters | complete | 🌧️🤍🍋

Rooster and you have never liked each other. One night at the Hard Deck is enough to change the dynamic between you.

☆ IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY | @bloatedandalone04

4 chapters | complete | 🌧️🤍🍋

The one where you give Bradley your heart and he breaks it.

☆ FAKING IT | @tongue-like-a-razor

8 chapters | complete | 🌧️🤍

Fake dating your friend, Bradley Bradshaw - what could possibly go wrong? Your sister is getting married and you need a date. You enlist Bradley's help and the rest is history.

☆ AT LEAST I LET THE LIGHT IN | @heartsofminds

1 chapter | on hold (?) | 🌧️‼️

Bradley is on a downward spiral and Natasha doesn't know how much more she can take - unofficial sequel to 'cause no one breaks my heart like you (linked here)

☆ DRUNK IN LOVE / DRUNK IN LOVE | @feralforfrank

2 chapters | complete | 🌧️🤍

Rooster brings a drunk!reader to his house. What happens when you wake up in bed with Rooster, your sworn rival?

☆ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME | @beyondthesefourwalls

13 chapters | complete | 🌧️‼️‼️

You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could ever truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him in for a kiss, he thought maybe it was a perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply wanting it.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE read the warnings carefully before reading this story!!

☆ REMEMBER YOU EVEN WHEN I DON'T | @beyondthesefourwalls

10 chapters | complete | 🤍🍋🌧️

A training accident, the doctor had told him. A nasty one that led him here, laying in a hospital bed with a splitting headache and an inability to remember the woman sitting right beside him. What he did know, though, was that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and you felt important to him. That, as it turns out, would become an understatement

☆ HOTTER THAN TEXAS | @tongue-like-a-razor

4 chapters | ongoing | 🤍

Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.

Oneshots

☆ BRAD BRAD | @peterparkersnose

wc: 1.9k | 🤍🌧️

teasing, intimidation, situationship coming to a close, ANGST, mentions of death and dealing with death, rooster is in denial of looove, fluff at the end

Rooster gets upset when a harmless joke crosses the line.

☆ "YOU TOLD ME NOT TO WORRY ABOUT THEM" | @katsu28

wc: 1.3k | request | 🌧️🤍

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x aviator!reader, callsign casper (like the ghost hehe), some swearing

Rooster gets upset when pilot hazing goes too far

☆ LOVE IN THE DARK | @bloatedandalone04

wc: 2.8k | 🌧️

swearing, angst, sad boy bradley, lowkey depressed reader, more angst bc im sick and unhappy about it, new theme

The one where the deployments become too much.

☆ WHEN I PICTURE MYSELF HAPPY, I SEE YOU | @feralforfrank

wc: idk loll | prompt | 🌧️🤍

angst with a happy ending, miscommunication trope (?), nondescriptive reader

Rooster and reader fight, but they make up in their own way.

☆ "THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT" | @katsu28

wc: 1.7k | request | 🌧️

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader, some swearing, angst

You miss Bradley so much while he's away, in trying to communicate this to him, lines get crossed and emotions rise.

☆ CRUMBLE | @daddy-bradley

wc: idk | 🌧️🤍

angst, cursing, mentions of parental insecurity, depression, anxiety, has a happy ending

You and Bradley are having your first fight after your baby is born. How will you both come to a solution and learn to cope through this together.

☆ 'CAUSE NO ONE BREAKS MY HEART LIKE YOU | @heartsofminds

wc: 19k | 🌧️‼️

heavy angst, miscommunication, heartbreak, right person wrong universe type shit, slow burn angst, disrespect towards women, drinking, bradley is a dick

Bradley Bradshaw is terrified of commitment and he decides to stop being selfish (even though its hard to see)

☆ MIDNIGHT RAIN | @bloatedandalone04

wc: 3.6k | 🤍🍋🌧️‼️

fluff, smut, angst, oral (f receiving), mentions/descriptions of bad past relationships, mentions of abuse, past abuse, toxic ex, trauma?, bad coping habits, arguments, crying, swearing

The one where Bradley is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, but even he cant fully erase the bad memories of your last relationship.

☆ THINGS UNSEEN AND HEARD | @bloatedandalone04

wc: 4.1k | 🍋🌧️🤍

smut, angst, fluff, obvious bradley insecurities, self-deprecating thoughts, unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption, maybe more

The one where you overhear Bradley talk about you to Jake and decide to give him the space he apparently wanted.

☆ THE STACHE INCIDENT | @feralforfrank

wc: no clue | drabble | 🤍

tooth rotting fluff, its honestly tragic

the title says all you need to know

☆ WHO DID THIS TO YOU? | @feralforfrank

wc: i dunno | 🌧️🤍

accidental injury (reader got hit in the face), crying, nondescript reader

It’s a drabble, I cant say much…

☆ THE ZIPPER INCIDENT | @tongue-like-a-razor

wc: i honestly, truly, don’t know | request | 🌧️🤍

fluff, angst, swearing, a pinch of smut, you stand up your date, which is shitty of you, but it’s probably worth it

You’re running late and you need help zipping up your dress. After recovering from the initial shock of seeing you all dolled up, Rooster is more than happy to assist.

☆ SLEEPYHEAD | @roosterbruiser

wc: *shrugs* | blurb | 🤍

tooth-rotting fluff, sleepy bradley

just read it goddamnit 🥹

☆ PERMANENT STATE OF OBLIVION | @topgun-imagines

wc: 3.2k | request | 🌧️🤍

drinking, arguments, angsty feelings

Despite all the times you have tried to make your feelings for the mustached pilot obvious, he still hasn't caught on. You make things clear one night at the hard deck.

☆ SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT (WITH YOUR FISTS FOR ONCE) | @dearsnow

wc: 2.5k | oneshot | 🌧️🤍

unrequited love, miscommunication, mentions of weed, jealousy, arguments, childhood friends, mentions of alcohol

you and bradley had always been attached at the hip until life pulled him away. when you’re finally living in the same place again, your unspoken feelings come to the surface during a san diego bonfire

☆ IN A WORLD FULL OF BOYS | @inmyloveworld

wc: ~1.5k | oneshot | 🌧️

insecurity, allusions to anxiety, self-doubt

dating was hard. tiptoeing the line between casual and official always had you stumbling. and bradley, in spite of how good he made you feel, was no exception.

☆ I MISS YOU | @thewulf

wc: 2.1k+ | request | 🌧️

angst/hurt-comfort

Bradley forgot about your anniversary.

☆ I WANNA FEEL WHAT LOVE IS | @idkwhylou

wc: 5k | bradley bradshaw x f!reader/groundsystemtech!reader | 🌧️🤍

mutual pining, jealousy (brief flirtation), sunshine x quiet introvert, playlist flirting, he’s loud for both of you

you’re the navy’s most reserved systems specialist. bradley “rooster” bradshaw is the loud, golden retriever pilot who can’t stop watching you work. he starts with coffee. then a conversation. then a playlist. but you’re silent, guarded… until the jukebox plays his song, and you finally speak in the loudest way you know how.

taglist sign up

458 notes · View notes

daydreamerswriting · 5 months ago

Note

Could you do a cute little fic about Steve keeping pictures of yn in his wallet and yn sees them and gets all embarrassed and Steve teases her while trying to get her to quit being so self-conscious

an: Ah! This is such a cute idea!!! To the person who requested the ed fic: I'm so glad you liked it! Your message literally made my day when I saw it! Ily 💕

W: reader is insecure for a second. 60's pricing, fem compliments (pretty), idk

Steve Has Your Picture in His Wallet

Steve Randle x Reader

The Dingo is always loud. A place frequented by so many teenagers can't be expected to be anything but. It's usually a bit overwhelming, so you were hesitant when Steve told you that he was planning on taking you there for a date, but he told you that it would be fine, after all, it was a Tuesday afternoon! How busy could it be?

"Jesus." Steve mumbles after he opens the door for you and sees the inside of the Dingo. It is definitely loud and it is definitely busy.

"Is someone throwing a party? What's going on?" Steve looks around to see if there's a place to sit.

"Steve," you practically have to yell over the noise, "do we have to eat here?"

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be very busy. Let's go to that burger place you like down the street, that okay?" He looks down at you and grabs your hand.

"Yeah. It's not your fault, hun. I appreciate you wanting to take me out."

He brings your hand up to his lips and gently kisses it, making you giggle. He smiles at you then leads you out of the diner. The pair of you walk for a few minutes until you reach the restaurant. He holds the door for you and you walk inside, he follows. You sigh peacefully as you enter the much more calm environment. This place is way better. It's not nearly as busy, it's more quiet, the lights aren't so yellow, and there's a soft hum from the heater. You pull Steve along with you to the counter. You order your burger, fries, and a drink, then get out your wallet to pay. Steve puts his hand out to stop you.

"I've got it." He says.

"Are you sure?" You ask, surprised.

He nods and smirks. "Don't sound so surprised, I ain't completely broke." He then turns his attention to the cashier and orders. He takes out his small leather wallet when the cashier reads out the total. $1.05.

Steve opens his wallet, gets out the money, and hands it to the cashier. While doing so, something small and thin falls out of his wallet and drifts down to the ground. You pick it up for him and turn over the little paper to see what it is.

Your cheeks get hot and your eyes widen when you see that it's a picture of you.

"Why do you have this?" You ask, staring at the picture. This picture isn't even that good, you think, this is so embarrassing.

Steve looks over to see what you're holding, then he smirks again. "Cause you look real pretty in it." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and leads you to a booth.

"No I don't. That's a bad picture. I look weird." You tell him. The two of you find a booth and sit down. He looks at you with a puzzled expression then grabs the picture out of your hands and looks at it. "Looks like a good picture to me, babe. You looks beautiful."

You can't stop yourself from blushing more. You shake your head. "It's a bad picture."

He sighs. "Well, I like this one just fine, but if you want to get me a new one, I'm wouldn't be against that."

"You don't need a picture of me in your wallet." You try to say in a casual and not insecure way.

"Yes I do. I want to see your pretty face as often as I can. I look at this all the time when I'm at work." He smiles then puts the picture back in his wallet.

You can't stop the slight smile that creeps onto your face, but you still feel embarrassed and, honestly, a bit insecure. Though your boyfriend's comments do make you feel a little better.

"What's wrong? You really don't like me having a picture of you, baby?" He puts his forearms on the table and leans towards you.

"I- Do you really think I look pretty in it?" You ask shyly.

Steve reaches out of lightly touches your cheek. "You always look pretty, so yes." He smiles.

You look up at him, you pause before you speak. "Could you get a more recent and better one?" You ask hesitantly.

"Yeah, if you want me to. You gonna give me one, baby?"

"I can. My friend has a Polaroid camera."

He moves his hand from your cheek and holds your hand. "I'll be looking forward to it then."

You smile warmly. The little bit of embarrassment you're feeling is being overpowered by so many other things. You also feel weirdly honored and you feel cherished. Steve keeping your picture in his wallet really makes you feel like he loves you. Although you're aware that it's corny, you're planning on writing something cute on the back of the new picture for him. "For my love" or "I'll always love you" or something like that.

A few days later, you deliver the picture go Steve and he could not be more happy. He's completely overjoyed, and when he sees your little message on the back– he might just melt. It's safe to say he will cherish that picture for a long, long time.

An: Yall I did not know how to end this. Word count: 880 Hopefully you guys like it 💕

#the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #steve randle x reader #steve randle the outsiders #steve randle #Steve Randle x yn #Steve Randle x you #Steve Randle fic #Steve Randle fanfiction #the outsiders fic #the outsiders fluff #Steve Randle fluff #Harrietswriting

113 notes · View notes

pintrestgrl · 8 months ago

Note

hihihi i saw u we're asking for requests so i was wondering if u could do maybe a theo nott x reader but it's his gf and she's stressed about exams? i'm definitely not projecting rn idk what u mean

also could i be 🦇 anon if it hasn't been claimed? 💕💕 i've been stalking ur blog atm and i love ur writing :)

hiiiii 🦇 anon !! u seem sweet ily ! but yes i can do that !!

and thank you for love on my writing, it means the absolute world to me 🥹 ily

also if you want a different plot with this idea, but containing smut pls lmk !! i’d love to write it for u !!

please enjoy !!

bf!theodore nott with stressed!reader.

this was probably the most amount of stress you’d been under in a very, very long time.

o.w.l.s were coming up, and it was safe to say that you were nervous.

you had been going bed to late after studying, and waking up early to study some more.

you didn’t mean too, but it was more then likely that you had been avoiding your boyfriend theo, as well.

you had been yet again studying, books thrown all over your desk, when you heard a knock at your door.

you were confused, not remembering any reason why someone would be at your dorm right now.

you opened the door, seeing an expectant theodore at the door.

the second you saw him, it all came flooding back to you.

you had made plans with theodore a while ago for this day, but clearly it had slipped your mind.

the minute you saw his excited eyes, you felt your own flood with tears.

you walked into his arms, collapsing into his chest and likely wetting the fabric with your eyes.

he rubbed your back, his brows furrowing with confusion by the sight of you crying suddenly.

he spoke.

“hey, hey— what’s wrong, baby?”

you sniffled, pulling away and meeting his cold eyes with your own teary ones.

you spoke.

“i’m sorry. i forgot— about our plans, i mean. i was studying, and, and—”

he held your face, kissing the bridge of your nose sweetly. he’d noticed your extra studying, and how you hadn’t really been responding to his texts much.

he thought it was better not to say anything for now, though.

he spoke.

“i know. it’s fine, okay? don’t cry, bella.”

you nodded, feeling his large hands wipe away the salty tears that slipped out of your eyes.

he led you inside, his hand pressed against the small of your back as he clicked the door shut behind him.

he subtly turned off the lamp at your desk, allowing your mind to be freed from any thoughts of the upcoming exams.

he laid down with you, allowing you to rant about all your worries for the exams to him.

he listened, planting sweet kisses on your face every time you got a bit too worked up.

soon, you grew tired in his arms. shifting your position, laying on top of him as he mumbled in your ear.

“gotta quit studying so much. i miss you, bellissima.”

you nodded, humming sleepily in acknowledgment at his words.

he played with your hair for a few minutes, before hearing you whisper in his ear.

“i love you, theo.”

you said, planting a soft kiss right on top of his jaw.

he smiled softly, hand stroking your back softly.

he spoke.

“i love you too, mia secchiona.”

154 notes · View notes

rillils · 3 months ago

Note

what do you think our boys are doing on this special special day

honey!!!!! ILY💕 but also you caught me on a really low-battery kinda night, so this is the best i could do, but. BUT.

i think steve has plans. i think he wants today to be about self-indulgence first and foremost, and the most self-indulgent thing steve can think of doing, is spoiling bucky rotten since the moment bucky opens his eyes.

i'll tell ya what, i think bucky's getting breakfast in bed.

i think the first thing he's gonna see when he blinks his sleep-sticky eyes open is steve, not next to him in bed as he expected him to be, but carefully backing into the bedroom to hold the door open.

steve's almost bashful grin, blond hair still ruffled on top of his head, old t-shirt and pyjama pants riding low his hips - the entire, strapping 220 lbs of his bulk padding awkwardly into the bedroom with a tray of food in his hands: buttered toast, diced fruit, a nice hot cuppa coffee made just how bucky likes it, a tall stack of pancakes with a single candle sitting brightly right on top, steve's hand cupped before the little wobbly flame so it won't be snuffed out before bucky has a chance to see it.

sweetheart, bucky's gonna think, heart feelin' so tender you'd think he'd had it cooking in a crockpot all day long, sweetheart because that's his stevie through and through, and because that's often the first word on bucky's lips in the morning anyways.

i see steve carrying the goodies to the bed while singing 'happy birthday', a little off-key, a little giddy, almost tripping over a couple times 'cause alpine keeps winding her fluffy body around his ankles - she's a domestic hazard, really -

and when he sets the tray down in front of bucky, eyes twinkling with this youthful sort of hope, like a kid about to unwrap his own presents, and asks bucky to "make a wish, buck", his pink lips sweeter than sin, well bucky almost cracks and tells steve his best-guarded secret.

(it's not really a secret, not to either of them, not these days.)

(he don't need to make no wishes.)

(he's already got everything he's ever wanted, and it's right here, in his bed, offering him a smile and a candle to celebrate his life with. offering him the life bucky's finally happy to celebrate. the life they keep building together, adding to it one day at a time.)

i think they end up feeding each other little morsels of breakfast, like say: a slippery slice of strawberry, a piece of nearly-burnt toast dripping with jam, a forkful of pancake soaked in maple syrup. all sweet, all richly decadent. i don't think they end up eating a lot though, not right away.

they reach for each other, fingers nice an' sticky, lips shiny with butter and syrup, and somehow steve's slipping back under the duvet, nestling low, low between bucky's thighs,

and bucky's toes are curling, his whole body sweet, warmed by steve's mouth, arching into steve's kisses, his fingers licked clean by steve's searing tongue, and it's a good job steve doesn't mind getting his hair tugged on a little, bucky thinks a tad wildly - because when steve scoops some syrup off of the plate with his fingertip, and trails it languidly down the length of bucky's flushed cock just to lap it up with the flat of his tongue, bucky isn't sure he knows how to control his hands anymore.

#stucky just stucky #stucky #ahskdjas this gets a little confusing but i love it lmao #stucky stucky stucky all the way in my tags #rillers scribbles #sorry i couldn't do the whole day but!!!!!!!!!! am seepy #i'm so tired idk how my eyes are still open tbh #i just know the boys eventually also have a dinner with their closest friends you know??#with party hats and shit #(i want alpine in a party hat really very desperately)#and lots and lots of silly pictures of everybody #and a huuuuuge cake with the number-shaped candles #actually NO screw the number shaped candles #I WANT THEM ALL #INDIVIDUALLY #ALL 108 OF 'EM #buckbuck is worth the effort <3 <3 <3

81 notes · View notes

javierpena-inatacvest · 2 years ago

Text

Kicking

Summary: The past few weeks of your pregnancy, Baby Peña number 2 has been kicking you non-stop. Javi tries his best to help you relax and give you some relief.

Word Count: 3.4K

Pairing: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (Reader's nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, pregnancy sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving) creampie, praise kink, breeding kink (give this man a football team), pregnancy hormones, Javi being the best dad/husband (idk what to tell you guys, he is truly the best)

A/N: This was inspired by an ask I got from an anon a while back, and the Dad!Javi brainrot has been unstoppable the past few days and I missed our sweet little family so here we are again 🤪 I love the Peña's more than life itself!!! Thank you @endlessthxxghts for proofreading and letting me harass you with my endless Dad!Javi thots ILY 😩💕

Series Masterlist Never Too Late Masterlist

“Ouch, that one hurt. You are relentless, aren’t you?” You whispered down to your belly, setting down the dishes you were washing down next to the sink as you rubbed at your slowly swelling stomach. While you had very quickly remembered all the strange and painful sensations of growing a tiny human inside you throughout your second pregnancy, baby number two was definitely giving you a run for your money. Lucy had been easy- The occasional kick or bump, her movement enough to make you feel relieved and excited, but never enough to make you feel miserable. Even though you were still only 6 months pregnant, you were convinced that Baby Two was going to come out as a triple threat soccer star, football kicker and boxer, because their movement day in and day out for the last few weeks had been constant.

“You okay, Hermosa?” With your daughter Lucy hoisted on his hip, Javi paused from helping you to put away the rest of the dishes to turn around towards you, his brow scrunching in concern at the pained look growing across your face as you rested your hand on your stomach.

“Otay Mommy?” Lucy asked, mimicking Javi, making the two of you let out a little laugh, enough to ease you back to washing the dishes you had set down before Baby Peña had started their 15th boxing round of the day in your stomach.

“I’m okay.” You smiled up at Javi, who had made his way behind you, wrapping his free arm around your waist as you stood at the sink, still holding Lucy in the other. “Baby Tutu really likes to kick Mommy’s belly a lot.” You sighed, responding to your daughter, even though the comment was more intended for Javi.

“Baby Tutu!” Lucy beamed at the new nickname she had given her baby sibling, after you and Javi had been referring to them as “Baby Two”, which had quickly turned into “Baby Tutu”, after Lucy had begun babbling it around the house.

Javi frowned, rubbing his hand along the small of your back before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, feeling guilty at how uncomfortable you had been recently, despite how hard you had tried to power through it. “Mama and Baby Tutu are gonna go lay down and me and you are gonna finish the dishes and get ready for bed, Lil Miss.” It was now Javi’s turn to reply, talking to you through Lucy to try and insist that you go take a break before you pushed yourself too hard and felt even worse.

“Jav, it’s fine, you made dinner and I-”

“Lucy Goosey and I are more than capable of cleaning up and getting ready for bedtime while Mommy gets some well deserved relaxing time, aren’t we, Lucy?” Javi smiled, giving Lucy a little raspberry on her belly, making her squeal and grin in delight as she flapped her arms in Javi’s grasp. “I’ve got her, don’t worry.” Giving your hip a little squeeze, Javi gave you a reassuring nod, almost insisting that you go give yourself a break to at least soothe Baby Two’s fight club antics in the comfort of your bed.

“Thank you, Jav.” You smiled, letting out a relieved sigh, your pregnancy hormones causing your eyes to well with thankful tears for your amazing and understanding husband.

“Of course, Osita. We’re gonna say goodnight to Momma, okay Lucy? Can you say, goodnight Momma, we love you?” Javi cooed at Lucy, prompting her to give you a little wave goodbye as you reached up to pepper a few kisses across her rosy cheeks as she giggled.

“Night night, Momma. Wuv you!” Lucy babbled, reaching out towards you for a hug as you sandwiched her between you and Javi, giving her and Javi one last kiss before you trudged your way across the house and up the stairs towards your bedroom.

Even though you were thankful for Javi taking care of Lucy’s bedtime routine for the night, it hadn’t eased Baby Peña’s soccer tournament in your stomach in the slightest. Even after slipping on one of Javi’s oversized shirts and your pajama shorts, tucking yourself into bed and throwing on the TV to watch the Dallas Stars game that had just started, you could not get anywhere close to comfortable, tossing and turning in your bed, trying your best not to curse in frustration at your incredibly active baby.

“How ya doin’, Momma?” Javi asked, gently closing the bedroom door behind him seemingly finished with putting Lucy down for bed as he began to strip out of his work clothes and into his cotton sleep shorts, tossing the dirty items in the hamper before crawling into bed next to you.

“Your child better grow up to be the next David Beckham.” You groaned, sitting up on your pillows to look over at Javi, with a sympathetic smile spread across his face.

“My kid, huh?” Javi chuckled, laying his hand over your stomach, gently rubbing circles with his thumb against the worn fabric of his shirt you were wearing. “If my kid grows up to be the next David Beckham, I will gladly take all the credit.”

The two of you laughed as you gave Javi a playful shove, rolling your eyes at his joke only to be interrupted by another sharp kick to your side, making you wince uncomfortably. “Ugh, yes, you can get all the credit if you can convince your child to stop bruising my internal organs.” You half grumbled, half laughed, as you readjusted yourself to lay down on your side, now face to face with Javi. “Lucy was never this active, especially this early. I have a feeling we’re gonna have our hands full with this one.”

“A handful just like her Momma.” Javi smiled, snaking his hand under the hem of your shirt to rest his palm against your skin, running his hand back and forth over your belly.

“I don’t know, Jav. I really think this one is a boy.” You huffed, bracing yourself again as another punch landed underneath Javi’s hand, making his face light up, always enamored to feel the baby moving in your stomach, even though you weren’t quite feeling the same.

“I’ll be happy with whatever they are, but I’ll be even happier if they stop trying to hurt their mamá, huh bebito (little baby)?” Javi cooed, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your stomach. “Déjela relajarse, por favor mi amorcito (Let her relax, please my little love).”

Even though this pregnancy didn’t have as much in common with your first one as you would have hoped, if there was one similarity they shared, it was that something about hearing Javi’s voice made your babies relax instantly. Not only did it make your heart absolutely melt every single time, but you also couldn’t have been more thankful that Javi’s sweet sounds were able to bring you some much needed relief.

“Nosotros te amamos mucho Chiquitita, pero su papá necesito ayudar a su mamá relajarse también. (We love you so much, little one, but your dad needs to help your mom relax too). And I would prefer it if you weren’t kicking her while I did it.” Javi smirked, slowly trailing his hands and kisses down your stomach, shooting you a quick wink.

“Javi!” You playfully scolded, giving him a little shove as he scooted his body down the bed, coming face to face with your heat as he ran his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“You gonna let me help you relax, Hermosa?” Javi mewled, placing languid kisses along the inside of your legs, carefully helping to raise your hips to pull your shorts and underwear off your hips, tossing them to the floor. You let out a content sigh as you leaned your head back against your pillow, feeling Javi’s fingers slide through your folds, collecting the arousal that had already been pooling between your legs since the moment Javi had laid down next to you.

You had gotten to the point in your pregnancy where you were insatiably horny all the time and much to Javi’s delight, he was more than happy to help you with your problem however and whenever he could, even though you had to be a little more strategic (and quiet) this time around with Lucy in the house. Despite the constant kicking that had quite literally been a pain in your side the past few weeks, it was almost like Javi could sense how worked up and needy you were and couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied that he was the only thing that could cure the constant ache between your legs.

Javi nudged your knees open, letting them fall to the sides as he pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, the sensation making you let out a whimper you tried your best to silence by biting down on your lip. “So wet for me, sweet girl. Gonna take good care of you, Momma. You deserve it. Gotta keep quiet for me though, okay?”

You nodded frantically as Javi easily slid two fingers into your dripping heat, slowly pumping in and out of you as you felt the heat of his breath hovering over your cunt before he licked a long, broad strip through your folds, already making you instinctively buck your hips towards his face.

Javi hooked his free arm around one of your thighs, holding you in place as he began to lap you up, each stroke of his tongue slow and methodical as his fingers began to curl inside you, pressing into the sweet spot that he knew all too well would make you fall apart around him.

You couldn’t help but feel your bottom half squirm against your sheets, reaching down to tug at the dark curls of Javi’s hair, trying to find any sort of relief to keep from being a loud, moaning and whimpering mess as his tongue worked along your cunt, lapping you up like a man starved. His mouth latched along your clit, sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped inside you, making the tingle at the base of your spine already begin to build in a needy desperation.

“Javi, holy fuck- oh my god baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You whimpered, somehow managing to keep your voice just above a whisper as Javi pulled away to respond, still keeping a steady pace with his hand as he felt your pussy start to flutter around his fingers.

“I won’t stop baby, you can let go for me, Osita. I’ve got you.”

With that, he was back between your legs, relentlessly working along your heat with his mouth as the the coil in your belly wound so tightly, you were on the brink of snapping.

“Javi, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, fuck, I’m gonnaahhhhhhhhh.”

With that, your orgasm flooded through your body, pleasure spreading through every inch of you as you clenched around Javi’s fingers, soaking his hand and face with your arousal as you came, using every fiber of your being to keep from screaming out his name as you reached your high.

“Shhhhhh, that’s it, Hermosa.” Javi smirked, squeezing his fingers into the meat of your thigh as you rode out your orgasm, trying to help you keep quiet. Javi peeked his head back up as your breathing began to even out, your chest rising and falling in satisfaction as his kisses began to travel back up your body, stopping at your neck to take extra time to nip along your jawline, his teeth tugging at your earlobe as his voice rasped against your skin.

“Such a good girl for me, Osita. So fucking wet. Fuck, I need to feel you, baby. Can I?”

You nodded rapidly, feeling how hard he already was under his sleep shorts, his erection tenting the cotton fabric and staining it with his precum. “Yes, oh my god, please.” You moaned under your breath, pulling him in for an electric kiss, your mouths meeting with a passionate intensity.

“How do you want me, Hermosa?” He asked, breaking from your kiss. You had gotten to the point in your pregnancy that you were limited on options, which was never a problem since Javi had no problem making you feel incredible however the two of you fucked. Even with how horny you were, and any position would have been fine, Javi was always adamant that you being comfortable was the most important, and would let you call the shots.

“Can you spoon me? I’m not gonna lie, being punched in the gut all day has me exhausted, I’m too tired to get on top. Sorry, that is like, the most unsexy thing to say but-”

“Hey, I’ll do whatever you want, Osita. And it is fucking sexy because you’re growing our future soccer star.” He teased, cradling your face in his hand, pressing a soft kiss on your lips as you laughed, rolling your eyes.

“They better be a star after all the grief they’ve caused me.”

“I’m being serious though, baby. You know I think you are the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth, but seeing you all gorgeous and pregnant? Carrying our baby again? Fuck me, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Javi beamed, peppering kisses down your body as he helped you to lay down on your side, gently lifting your legs to put one of his pillows under your knees to prop them up. Javi shuffled his shorts down his legs, kicking them off the side of the bed before scooting behind you on his side, reaching down to stroke himself a few times as he lined up with your entrance, running his cock through your folds and collecting your slick as he caged his chest against your back. “You gonna let me prove to you how fucking perfect you are? Show you how much I love my beautiful fucking wife?”

You could feel his tip begin to slowly press inside your heat, easily sliding in from how wet you were, working his way deeper, taking his time as he buried himself in your cunt inch by inch until he bottomed out, the sweet sting of his fullness making you moan with no regard for your volume.

“Shhhhhhh, I know baby, I know. You gotta keep quiet for me. Don’t wanna wake up Lucy.” Javi rasped in your ear, draping his arm over your body, letting his hand run up and down your side to try and soothe you before he kept going. “Promise you’re gonna be a good girl and keep quiet?”

“Mhhmmmm, please, I promise, I need you Javi.” You whimpered, grinding your bottom half back into Javi, desperate for him to keep going.

“Jesus Christ- fuck, I need you too, Hermosa.” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, slowly pulling out before pressing back into your pussy, taking his sweet time as he savored every stroke. “So fucking wet for me, Osita.”

So wet, that all you could hear in your room was the lewd noises of Javi thrusting in and out of you over your muted moans you were trying to keep contained as you bit down on your tongue.

Each snap of his hips felt deeper than the last, the sweet sting of his stretch making you absolutely lose your mind as he punched against your g-spot at a slow and savory pace, pressing languid kisses along your neck and shoulder as the hot breath of his words hit your skin.

“I love you so fucking much, Osita. I’m so fucking lucky. You’re so perfect. Perfect wife, perfect mom to our daughter, perfect all pregnant and carrying our baby. Can’t wait until I can fuck another baby into you.” As if him whispering into your ear as he fucked into with an intensity and passion that had you reeling, Javi reached his hand around your front, the pads of his fingers meeting your throbbing clit, making you lose all control as a ragged moan escaped from your lips.

Javi’s hand immediately shot up to your mouth, carefully covering it before you got any louder, now trying his best to keep from groaning as he tried to keep you quiet. “I know Hermosa, fuck- fuck, we gotta stay quiet, baby.” Javi convincing himself just as much as he was convincing you, his grunts becoming louder and louder as they rumbled in his chest, feeling your cunt beginning to clench tighter around his cock.

You knew that despite how hard you tried, with how good you felt, and how quickly the heat in your belly was starting to bloom once again, there was no way you were going to be able to stop yourself from keeping quiet. Giving in to the fact that Javi was going to have no choice but to cover your mouth, you wrapped your hand over his, pushing his thumb into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl and suck over it as Javi continued to thrust into you, his pace now starting to quicken as he felt your pussy fluttering around him.

“Fuck- oh fuck me.” Javi groaned, punching deeper and harder against the spot inside you that made you crumble, needing to make you cum again before he fell apart just as quickly as you were. “Touch yourself, baby. I’m not gonna- shit- I’m not gonna last much longer. Need you to cum again. Need you to- fuck- soak my cock before I fuck you full of me.”

You let your hands drop down, reaching between your legs to rub your clit, barely needing any pressure at all before your second orgasm came crashing through you, moaning into Javi’s broad palm wrapped over your mouth as pleasure radiated through every inch of your body.

As Javi felt you fall apart, his thrusts became faster and sloppier, quickly following suit, spilling deep inside you after only a few more pumps, groaning through gritted teeth as he milked himself of every last drop. Resting his forehead against the back of your shoulder, you could feel Javi’s damp curls sticking to your skin as both your chests heaved deeply, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs. As Javi lifted his head up, you could feel his lips pressing soft kisses against your back, his fingertips tracing gentle circles on your skin, keeping his chest pressed to yours.

“You okay, Hermosa?” Javi cooed, letting the tips of his fingers dance along your soft skin as he let out a soft hiss, pulling out of your heat, feeling the mix of your spend dripping down your thighs, planting one more kiss on your shoulder before heading off to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.

“Okay? I’m amazing. You finally got the munchkin to stop kicking and you made me cum so hard, holy shit, this is the best I have felt all day.” You laughed, shaking your head in blissed out satisfaction as Javi gently wiped you up, tossing the washcloth into the hamper as you turned over to face him, cupping his face as your lips met in a tender kiss, a soft smile peeking out the corners of both of your lips. “Thank you.”

“For what, Osita?” Javi questioned, his brow slightly scrunching in confusion as his sweet brown eyes stared back at you, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.

“For being so amazing. For taking such good care of me, for being such a great dad, I don’t know, I’m so lucky to have you, Javi. I love you.” You smiled, letting tears flow down your cheeks, quickly trying to wipe them away in embarrassment. “Sorry, hormones.” You shrugged, letting out a little laugh as Javi’s thumb gently swiped across your wet face, drying your tears.

“You deserve everything, Osita. Eres mi amor, mi vida, mi todo. Te amo mucho. (You are my love, my life, my everything. I love you so much.)” Javi beamed, pulling you closer to lay against his chest, resting his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing it back and forth. “Mi familia es perfecto. Mi hermosa esposa, mi hermosa mija, mi hermosa futbolista (My family is perfect. My beautiful wife, my beautiful daughter, my beautiful soccer player)." The two of you laughed, looking down at your belly for a moment before letting out a little “oof” as you felt a tiny kick underneath where Javi’s hand was placed.

“Tell your little soccer star they can wait to practice until the morning.”

Taglist:

@cool-iguana @rhoorl @whyjuliaaa @bbiophiliaa @pertinentpostmortem @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @pedrobaby @fatima-marisa @beboldbebravethings @poodlebae @kittenlittle24 @3sriracha @jungchloee @perennialdoll247 @prettyinpunk85 @partyofone3413 @harriedandharassed @pedrohoe04 @theorganasolo @endlessthxxghts @beware-my-thorns @missladym1981 @messinadress @milly-louise @jay-zzle @the-one-with-the-grey-color @persephone-girl @bitchesuntitled @pedropascallvr @millennial-teenybopper @nastiasnow @vee-bees-blog @hopplessilse @mxtokko

770 notes · View notes

junoberrii · 2 months ago

Text

Hey all!! Just a little update since I’ve been dormant for a while

Last couple months were burnout central with my current job and that affected my ability to draw and socialize quite a bit unfortunately. Since then I’ve gone part time at my workplace and that has helped A LOT. Financially not great, but I’m now mentally stable 👍

So the two big things are:

1. I’m likely going to open commissions here soon to hopefully help supplement my income a bit if I can. Just working out a few details. Prices range will likely be from $10-60 (average of 20-30 for a colored fullbody), though lol we all broke here so Id like to find a way to make prices more accessible somehow

2. I will be posting less COTL content sadly. Despite my undying love for the game and its incredible fandom, I find myself less motivated to draw these characters I love so much. Not saying I’ll stop all together but it will not be the main thing I post now.

This account will lean towards more multifandom art and @junobeetle will be original works.

I’m hoping that this won’t spook off too many of you, as I hold many of the interactions with this fandom and my mutuals dear to me. You’re all so kind and motivating (and damn fucking funny), I’m so grateful for the support I’ve got here!

Anyway, just the heads up for the change in direction this account will be taking!

And those who read through this ily and here’s a cookie 🍪💕

#account update

65 notes · View notes

daisyjonesgf · 1 month ago

Text

𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 || 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗑 𝖿.𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

3.1k words

happy birthday @auroralwriting getting me back to business fr, everyone tell her happy birthday and thank her fr. ily queen 💕

masterlist

summary: billy comes back from rehab and wants nothing more than to show you how grateful he is for all you put up with.

warnings: smut, oral (f. recieving), fingering, reader does try her own taste off of billy's fingers, some light ass grabbing, mentions of rehab and addiction issues, fluff, afab reader, slight angsty feelings in the beginning, mentions of cigarettes, unedited, no use of y/n, technically part of the museverse but can be read completely separate, cussing

Life without Billy had been like trying to fill your lungs with oxygen when there was none around, gasping for air, and trying to breathe so desperately and only finding water. Drowning in his absence, but it was for the better. He was getting better. You knew that. You really did, but it didn’t make it any easier. Longing to feel his arms around you again, his kiss, the feeling of him, every bit of him. The early mornings where you watched and smiled as he strummed his guitar and a cigarette dangled from both of your lips. Laughing at his small kisses that tickled your skin. Everything about him.

Yes, you had bad times, but they were worth it if you could be with him. Maybe you had been at the end of your rope then yet missing him made it all feel worth it. All the fights, and betrayal, and never knowing, it was all so worth it. Still he was gone to make it better, for himself, for you. The drinking, the drugs, you had given him the ultimatum, and he had decided you were in fact worth changing for. It didn’t make the waiting any easier though. You had felt so alone. Daisy was doing her own rehab, Eddie had left right when you needed him, Karen had a career to pursue, Warren had Lisa, and Graham couldn’t stick around forever. So, you had waited in your big, empty house. Beach days weren’t the same without him, mornings weren’t the same, nothing was the same. It was honestly a struggle to even get ready in the mornings knowing you weren’t waking up to his arms wrapped around you. Yet you had to carry on knowing he would be back soon.

That’s what this morning was like too. Reminding yourself he wasn’t there to kiss, nor were you off again and waiting for him to come begging. You were only patiently waiting for him to come back. So here you were again, all dressed up, makeup done, just to sulk in your misery until some stupid party somebody you couldn’t give less of a fuck about was throwing…no. Deep breaths. It wasn’t stupid, they were a friend you did care about, you’d just been in your head for too long already. What time even was it? You glanced at the clock on the wall. 3:28 PM. Another four hours or so until you had to be there, fashionably late. You could leave in two and half or three to just buy gifts. Have something ridiculously expensive, god, you couldn’t believe that’s all your life was right now. Money, and parties, and living it up on top? All the things it usually was, but without Billy?

Suddenly the doorbell rang, catching you off guard. You looked over at the door from where you lay on the couch. Then it rang again and you sat up, confused. No one had called. It could be an impromptu visit from your father, but wasn’t he still in New York?

“Coming!” You called out softly. Standing up and making your way to the door. It could be Kent, maybe? He had been a shining light of a friend, but he was also dating some model now that he was head over heels with and took up all his time. Which, you were happy for him, but you also missed having a friend around. You walked over to the door, pulling it open slightly, and the moment you got a glimpse of who was on the other side you let it swing open itself.

“Billy.” You said softly. Not sure if you were going so insane that you were hallucinating him. Yet he seemed so real. Hair pushed back under his ball cap, denim shirt over his tee shirt. Really, it was atrocious, but it was so him. So real.

“Baby…” Billy looked up at you. He looked at you like you were the light at the end of the tunnel, like you hung the goddamn moon, and he just stood there. Looking at you like that, and you just stood there looking back at him. Like neither of you could fathom that the other person could exist in the same moment. Finally it was you who couldn’t help yourself anymore, running forward to him on the doorstep, wrapping your arms around him, taking the scent of him in. The smell of cigarettes still on him, but none of the smell of stale beer or whiskey. Part of you nearly missed that familiar smell, but this was better because he was actually here. “Hey, hey.” He basically chuckled as you clung onto him, wrapping his arms around you as he buried his face in the top of your head, smelling your shampoo.

“It’s you.” You shifted, taking his face in your hands. Feeling his skin, proving he wasn’t some diluted figment of your imagination.

“It’s me.” He echoed back. “It’s me, baby.” His hand also came up to your face, thumb tracing over your cheek. You weren’t sure for how long you had been just standing there under January’s California sun, just looking at each other, feeling one another, and then you kissed him. At first softly and then like your life depended on it. Like the taste of his lips would save you somehow, cigarettes and vanillas, as it mixed with your own taste of lipstick, more cigarettes, and strawberry chapstick. Then he was muttering against your lips, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You asked, he had always been the type to rarely say sorry or properly apologize, but here he was, telling you those exact words.

He pulled his face further away, both hands suddenly cradling your face, “I’m sorry, for what I put you through, baby. It wasn’t fair to you, but I am gonna be better now, be the best version of me, be the man you deserve. I don’t even deserve a chance to do that, but if you let me, I will- I will.”

“Of course, of course you get that chance, and you deserve that chance. You really do-”

“No, I don’t. I know that. The way I treated you was wrong, and I don’t know why you even let me-”

You cut him off too, “Because I love you.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, as if nothing had ever been truer.

He looked at you with those big green eyes as if your words didn’t make sense to them, but he appreciated them nonetheless. “I love you.” Another rare saying that made your heart flutter at a million miles an hour, that made you smile. “I love you, and you deserve to hear me say it, that I love and appreciate you so much, and being away from you proved that to me, and I’m sorry for not telling you that enough.”

“It’s okay, I knew.” You murmured, taking in every feature on his face, every line. “I knew.” You whispered as you repeated yourself. “I know.” It seemed like he was memorizing you too, both just mesmerised with one another before you finally broke the silence again. “Come on, come inside.” You softly pulled away from his arms, almost reluctantly. Looking at him with his duffel bag. You had packed up all of his stuff from the Six’s house for him when everything just fell apart, kept most of the boxes in your garage.

“You’re all dressed up.” He remarked as he followed you inside your home, shutting the door behind you two. “I didn’t interrupt you on the way out did I?”

“No, no, no, just some party thing later.” You shook your head softly, gently playing with the fabric of your mini dress.

“Hey, you look gorgeous, baby.” Billy dropped his duffel bag on the floor, hat on top of it before softly pulling you in by the wrist. “Beautiful, and sexy as always.” He smirked.

“You’re such a goddamn flirt.”

“I’m just honest.” He tilted his head to the side, “Almost a shame to let you go out like that.” One of his hands tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You laughed slightly under your breath, “I’m not going anywhere now, I just got you back. C’mon, let's bring your stuff upstairs.” Billy slowly pulled himself away again to grab his bag again. Following you up the stairs.

“How have you…how have you been?”

“Me? I mean I’ve been here, how are you?”

“Don’t do that, baby, don’t deflect on me.” You turned around to face him in front of your bedroom door, sighing softly.

“I just missed you.” You admitted softly, hand resting on the door hand behind your back.

“I missed you too.” His words were soft, gentle, and they made you smile. To think that his thoughts had been full of you too. You slowly opened the door behind you and entered. Billy chuckled slightly.

“What?” You asked, watching him enter. Putting his bag in the corner.

“Nothing you’re just as, um, unorganized as I remember.” He faced you with a smile, his hands rubbing together,

“Just got back and already calling me messy?”

“Well if the shoe fits…” He tilted his head as he joked with you.

“Remember who is putting a roof over your head right now.” You teased, sitting down on the bed.

“I wasn’t complaining.” Billy picked some bottle up off your dresser before putting it back down, before finding one of his shirts hanging on the back of your chair. “It’s endearing.” He picked the shirt up a little, looking at you eyebrow quirked up as he wore that smirk that drove you crazy.

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant despite feeling your face heat up slightly. “I sleep in them, they smell like you.” It would probably inflate his ego, but you didn’t care. You missed how cocky he was, but right now he was also looking at you as if you had just said the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. He dropped the shirt back on the chair before walking over to you, standing in front of where you sat. “Billy?”

“Hmmm, baby?” Billy asked, his hand slightly tilting up your chin as his thumb traced across your jaw.

“Why didn’t you call me to pick you up?”

He responded like it was clear thing in the world, “Wanted to surprise you, didn’t need you fussing about over me.”

“I fuss over you anyways.”

“You shouldn’t have to.” He murmured, crouching down to be at eye level with you. Lips pressing against your softly before pulling away and leaving you leaning forward, trying to chase after him. Finger coming up to wipe at some of your lipstick that had gotten smudged earlier. “You’ve spent so much time worrying about me, baby, and it shouldn't be like that. I should be taking care of you.” The way he was looking at you right now was addicting, it made your brain fuzzy. One of his hands fiddling with the hem of your dress. “You wanna lay down for me, baby?” He asked, voice low.

It had been so long since you’d seen him, since he had made you feel like this. So flustered and lost for words. The very feeling of his touch made your skin tingle and you nodded slowly. Breath hitching as you gently laid down on your back.

“God, you’re so perfect.” Billy’s hands softly pushed the fabric of your dress up, hands moving down for a second to pull you forward. So you were laying closer to him as he moved down to sit on his knees. “This color always looks so damn good on you.” He muttered, pushing the dress up to your waist. Inhaling sharply as he looked at you laid out in front of him. It had been just as long for him, and he needed you more than he’d ever needed anything before. He ached for everything about you. His fingers hooked around the hem of your underwear, “These are real pretty.”

Whenever you dressed up like this it felt wrong to not have the whole outfit dressed up, including your underwear. It made the outfit feel more complete to you. Feeling his calloused fingers playing with the band on the lace of your underwear. “Well you know me…” You said softly.

He nodded, humming an agreement. “Yes, I do.” His free hand rubbed up the skin of your thigh, patting softly, and you got the message. Spreading your legs for him, feeling your heart beating rapidly only because it had simply been so long. He smirked, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “So damn good, so perfect.” You bit your lip as he kissed up your thigh, gasping slightly as he kissed at your clothed core before pulling his face away. Fingers pulling down your panties and you lifted your hips before he even asked so he could pull them down your legs. Pushing them down your legs and onto the floor. He chuckled a little, “You are so damn wet already, baby.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, looking down slightly, “There’s literally a tent in your pants, right now.”

He shrugged, “The things you do to me.” One of his fingers came up to stroke up your slit and you gasped. Shuddering at his touch as he pulled his finger away with a trail of your own wetness, “This all for me, baby?”

“Of course it is, Billy, it’s always for you.”

One of his hands came up to squeeze your hip, “Just lay back and let me take care of you, baby. Like you deserve.” You nodded, letting your head fall back onto the mattress and feeling his hand moving back down to your thigh, moving both of your thighs over his shoulders. Feeling his breath against your core and feeling all of your blood pulsing throughout your body in anticipation.

“Don’t tease me, Billy.” Your words were breathier and more unsteady than you had expected.

You could feel his smirk as he kissed your inner thigh again, “I’m not going to, baby, not tonight.” It felt like an eternity of a pause before suddenly his face was buried in your core, and the shock of it had you moaning nearly instantly. A feeling that you felt like you hadn’t experienced for centuries, your hands moving to grab strands of his hair, pushing him closer as his tongue explored you. Every part of you, like he was desperate to keep tasting you, his tongue doing miracles on your clit.

“Fuck, Billy!”

He pulled away ever so slightly, face covered in your own slick, “You taste so fucking good, baby, missed this so damn much.” Billy murmured before he was diving back in. Hands digging into the bottom of your thighs, sliding down to grab your ass. Squeezing the flesh as he kept moving his tongue. You’d almost forgotten how good he was at this. How was a man allowed to be this fucking talented? With your own fingers it took what felt like an eternity, but with Billy? God, that man knew how to make you tick. Like he had been blessed by the universe in every single area possible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He made you so ridiculously loud too, every single time. It only made you moan louder as he chuckled against your core. The way he circled your entrance, the way it curled inside of you, and then would lap at your clit. Sometimes you wondered how a man even got this good at it, but he did have years worth of practice in what got you anywhere fast. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better you felt his fingers pushing at your entrance. “Oh my god, Billy!” He sucked at your clit as he moved two of his fingers fully inside and then moved his face away, smirking as he pushed his fingers in and out, curling them right where he knew it would get you.

“Yeah, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He asked and watched as you nodded through your moans.

“So fucking good.” You kept nodding, eyes shut as he moved his face back against you. Tongue moving in circles against her clit as his fingers kept moving. This must have been the most blissful feeling in the universe because you were already so close and it couldn’t have been any longer than ten minutes at the most. “Oh my god, Billy, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

“I know, baby, just let go for me.” Billy murmured against you. Moving his fingers and tongue faster, almost with a desperation to hear the sound he hadn’t heard in so long. Until there was that tell tale whine you always did right before you orgasmed. A lengthy whine that was music to his ears as he kept thrusting and curling his fingers to ride you through it, face lifting so he could watch the way your face contorted in pleasure. Each little twitch of your lips, and hear every noise you made. You were like a goddamn goddess who made sounds like a symphony. “I know, baby, it’s okay, you’re so damn perfect.” He gave you small praises and encouragement until you came down from your high.

Your breathing heavy and it felt like your face was on fire as you tried to catch your breath, “I missed you so fucking much.”

Billy laughed, pulling his fingers out of you, and then softly moving your thighs off of his shoulders. Climbing on top of you as your hands moved to his chest, “You wanna taste?” He asked and the moment you nodded, lips parting slightly he pressed the fingers against your lips. Letting you suck, admiring you hot he thought you were, all the time, but especially like this. Removing his fingers just to kiss you, letting you taste him on his lips, your arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. Both of you, desperate for more, to just be one with each other. “I swear to god I thought of you every single second I was in there. The thought of you was the only thing I had at night.”

One of your hands moved to his chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Why don’t you feel the real thing around you instead?”

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re right. You are definitely not going to that party.” Billy groaned, and he was right. Neither of you would leave that bed for hours with all you had to catch up on, but it was worth it. Fuck the party, you never really wanted to go anyways, especially not when you could have him.

#wanda 💋#djats x reader #billy dunne x reader #billy dunne #daisy jones and the six #djats fi #muse 🏵

65 notes · View notes