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papercorgiworld · 4 months

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Toxicity

The dark lord’s favourite always gets what she wants

You use your influence with the dark lord to get a certain someone to behave.

Theo Nott and Mattheo Riddle imagine

Warning: toxic reader, crucio, bit angsty? and suggestiveness

Quick post forecast: today, we’ve got toxic Thursday with Theo and Matt, tomorrow it’s flirty Friday with Enzo and if all goes well we’ll have a smutty Saturday.

Tumblr wouldn’t let me insert the pictures in text, which makes me so sad. 🥺 Sorry, you’ll have to scroll down, I hope I can fix it later… Fixed it!!!! anyways happy readings!

Requested part 2

Theodore Nott

The dark lord smiled with genuine admiration for your work as you handed him Merlin’s spell book. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me, you never do. Like your parents you know what loyalty means.” You nod and he continues. “If there’s anything I can do to show my gratitude, please let me know.” You shake no, pretending like you didn’t already have something in mind when you entered his office.

After a few seconds you speak up. “Actually, there might be something, a little annoying matter that I can’t seem to manage myself.” His silence is his way of telling you to state your wish. “There’s a guy in my year, he never shows me any respect. Belittles me all the time. Yesterday, he even stole from me. I can’t do anything about it, Dumbledore doesn’t allow students to curse one another.”

The dark lord circles around you, listening attentively. He already has his suspicions, but nevertheless asks: “His name?” You meet Tom Riddle's eyes. “Theodore Nott.”

Without warning he points his wand to the door and it slams open. “Theodore, join us.” Every hair on Theo’s body raises as soon as he hears his name, but calmly follows orders. Theo’s eyes immediately land on you and a scowl forms on his face, this can’t be good. “I’ve been told your behavior isn’t what it should be.” Theodore’s eyes darken. “Whatever she said is a lie.” The dark lord snaps his head at Theo, not pleased with how he talks about his favorite. “Crucio!” Your eyes widen as Theodore falls to his knees, reaching for a nearby table to keep himself from fully collapsing. “I think his behavior will now drastically improve.” You nod and the dark lord turns towards Theodore. “Return what you stole and don’t leave this room until you’re forgiven.”

As soon as you and Theo are alone he looks up at you with hatred. “You are vile.” You simply grin. “If I were you I would change your tone and maybe throw in a few compliments.” Theodore pulls his eyes away from you. You were probably right. His orders were clear, you had to leave this room happy or whatever was waiting for him would be worse than the curse he had already suffered.

Now that he’s standing again you slowly walk towards him and he quietly stares at you bottling up his anger. “I want my essay back.” You demand. He huffs, but you quirk an eyebrow reminding him to behave. Theo takes a deep breath as he surrenders and reaches for the inside pocket of his jacket. “Here’s the essay you wrote based on my idea.” He offers you the paper and a content smirk tugs on your lips. Theo turns around, pleased to be done with you, but you grab his arm pulling him back.

“You aren’t forgiven yet.” You remind him. “How about you start with a little ‘I’m sorry’.” You suggest, making him close the distance between you two and tower over you. You try to hide the fact that you’re a little intimidated and bravely look him in the eyes. “I won’t apologize.” You lick your lips patiently. “I’m not responsible for what happens to you if you leave this room unforgiven. The dark lord might see you as an unloyal freeloader who only follows orders when it fits him.” Theodore balls his fists as his frustration with you peaks. You want to say something more, but Theo won’t let you. He forcefully grabs your chin and pushes you against the desk behind you. “I won’t apologize to you.” The boiling hate in his voice is undeniable and honestly you don’t blame him. He started playing games with you without knowing how dirty you play and now his ego’s was taking some serious damage. You speak through gritted teeth as Theo’s hold on your chin stays. “If you aren’t going to use that mouth of yours for apologizing, you better put it to good use elsewhere.”

Theodore jaw clenches and he stares at you debating his options, but you know him better than he knows himselfs. Your core is aching for what is to come. “Fine.” Theo spits as he surrenders to your will, but not without being an arrogant ass about it. With one harsh move he spreads your legs and you grip the desk behind you for support. Your smug grin is irresistible to Theodore, but he’ll never let you know how turned on he gets so he keeps his eyes dark as he slides down on you.

Mattheo Riddle

You are part of the Slytherin friend group but you know that Mattheo isn’t too fond of you. He’s always ridiculing you for something stupid. It was like his hobby was getting on your nerves. However, you’ve had enough of it and tonight his attitude was going to change. You had managed to get your hands on Merlin’s spell book before Mattheo and were currently handing it over to a very pleased Tom Riddle.

“Your extraordinary effort for our cause is admirable and doesn’t go unnoticed by me.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, but kept quiet as he sat at a table with the Malfoys. The dark lord wrapped his arm around you pulling you into a cold but appreciative hug, while whispering. “Anything you wish, my dear?” You look over at Mattheo, but as soon as your eyes meet he looks away and you can’t help but smirk. Softly you whisper something to Tom, making Mattheo look back up with anxious eyes. “Unappreciative, you say?” You nod. “And disrespectful.” You add and the dark lord seems to get more agitated. With a dramatic calmness he points his wand at the table, making everyone’s face flash with terror.

Suddenly, the quiet room is interrupted by a loud smack as Mattheo’s face is forced against the table by a spell. The emotional pain is just as visible as the blood dripping from his nose. With fuming rage and yet a stern calmness his father makes his way to the table, while every other person looks down in an attempt to hide their fear. The dark lord grabs Mattheo’s face forcing him to make eye contact. “You do not mistreat my dear (y/n). She’s loyal. A woman like her should be appreciated and pampered. From now on you’ll be good to her. Understood?”

The grip on his face is too strong for Mattheo to properly nod, but his eyes tell his father everything he needs to know. Mattheo will comply with everything the dark lord demands. When Tom releases Mattheo he looks up at you and you sincerely bow to show your gratitude and respect, thereby affirming your spot as favorite.

After the world’s most uncomfortable meeting you’re pleased to wander the hallways in solitude. You spot Mattheo cleaning his face through the half opened bathroom door and you stop to watch him. When your eyes lock in the reflection of the mirror his whole body tenses, but this doesn’t stop him from giving you a scowl. This makes your pity for him ebb away. You take a few confident strides and join him, taking the cloth from him to clean his face. “He could’ve done worse.” Your words just make him scoff. “Is my pain and humiliation not enough amusement for you?” He grabs your hand telling you to stop, you try but fail to get out of his grip and his attitude starts to frustrate you. “Stop whining, Riddle, and let go of me or I’ll go crying to your dad again.” Mattheo’s jaw clenches, but he reluctantly releases your hand allowing you to clean and heal him.

After you’ve fixed him up you both make your way back to the other guests. When you enter the room Mattheo is quick to leave you a few steps behind, searching for his friends, but one disappointed and contemptible look from his father makes Mattheo instantly turn back towards you. To your surprise he’s quick to snake an arm around you. You glare at Mattheo for being so obvious about only being nice to you to save himself. “I’m not feeling really appreciated.” Mattheo rolls his eyes at your words, while leaning in to whisper through gritted teeth. “You expect a lot of love and appreciation from a man who never gets any himself.” You look at his dark eyes, while they dart around you. “Just tell me what you want and you’ll have it.” You lay your hand on his cheek forcing him to make eye contact. “Take me to your room and fuck me.” You demand, surprising Mattheo. His harsh and frustrated eyes turn softer as he realises you might not be as unreasonable as he thought.

A/N: Typo’s, grammatical errors, forgotten warnings, worries, disturbances, disastrous thoughts? Let me know, feedback is always welcome!

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writingforstraykids · 4 months

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The Power Outage

Pairing: Chanlix x femReader

Word Count: 984

Summary: During a storm, you're suddenly in the dark with your boyfriends. You all try to make the most of it.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, cuddles, soft!chan, soft!felix, confessions, first kiss, teasing

A/N: I hope you like it lovey🥺🤭@miuracha

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The evening sky was already darkening when you heard the distant rumble of thunder. A storm was brewing, the kind that would take a while. Chan and Felix were sprawled on the couch, lost in their thoughts. Chan was tracing patterns on the coffee table, a clear sign of his deepening worries. Felix, always the light of your trio, had his eyes fixed on the window, watching the sky.

“Looks like a big one,” Felix murmured his voice a soft echo in the room.

You moved to sit between them, taking each of their hands in yours. “We’ll be fine. It’s just a storm," you giggled softly.

But as if on cue, the lights flickered, then died, plunging the room into darkness. A collective sigh escaped the three of you, a mix of frustration and resignation. Power outages were rare but always unwelcome. None of you was a fan of sitting in the dark, unable to do anything productive, and waiting around until the lights went back on.

Felix fumbled around for his phone, the flashlight cutting through the darkness. “Well, this is cozy,” he tried to joke, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. They wanted to watch a couple of movies tonight since both Chan and him had a day off tomorrow.

Chan’s brow furrowed, the weight of the world seeming to press down on him as so often. “I had so much work to do,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His laptop wouldn't make it that long anymore.

You squeezed his hand, offering silent support. You knew how much pressure he put on himself, always striving to be the best leader, artist, and partner. “Let’s make the most of it,” you suggested softly.

Felix’s face lit up with an idea. “Storytime!” he exclaimed. “We’ll each tell a story. No lights, no distractions. Just us and our imaginations.”

Chan seemed hesitant at first, but at your encouraging nod, he gave in. “Alright. But I’m going first, and it’s going to be a scary one.”

The stories began, each taking turns. Chan’s tale was indeed scary, filled with ghosts and unexplained noises that made Felix jump, and the two of you giggle at him. Felix’s story, in contrast, was a fun adventure full of strange creatures and magical lands. Your story was a sweet one, a tale of love and hope that left you all feeling a bit warmer inside and made you scoot closer to each other. As the stories ended, the storm outside grew stronger, the rain hitting against the windows like a scary symphony.

Felix was the first to break the comfortable silence. "You know, I'm actually glad the power's out," he whispered, his voice soft but earnest.

Chan turned towards him, a question in his eyes. "Why's that?"

"Because it's moments like these... when everything else fades away, that I remember what's truly important," Felix explained, his gaze flickering between Chan and you. "Us, together, making the best of any situation."

You felt her heart swell at his words, and you leaned in to kiss Felix's cheek gently. "You're such a sap," you teased, but your voice was thick with emotion.

Chan let out a small chuckle, his earlier tension easing. "He's right, though. We get so caught up in the rush of our lives that we forget these quiet moments. I'm grateful for this... for both of you."

The storm outside raged on, but the atmosphere was warm and gentle inside. You shared stories of their past, dreams for the future, and little confessions that only came out in the safety of darkness.

The storm began to lighten as the hours passed, the rain growing soft. The power, however, showed no signs of returning. You suggested building a pillow fort, to which your boys agreed almost immediately. You gathered some blankets and pillows, building a small sanctuary in the middle of the living room.

Inside your fort, the outside world felt miles away. You spoke in hushed tones, shared gentle touches, and let the simplicity of the moment embrace you.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Felix whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

You felt a pang of longing at his words, knowing that this cocoon of warmth and love couldn't shield you from the world forever. "We'll always have moments like this, no matter what happens outside," you reassured him, your hand finding his in the dark.

Chan, who had been unusually quiet, spoke up, his voice steady and certain. "We'll make time for this. For us. No matter how busy we get, we need these moments to remind us why we're doing all of it in the first place."

Your agreement was a silent vow, a promise to cherish and prioritize these shared experiences and sparks of joy amidst the chaos of your busy lives.

As the night progressed, the storm finally ceased. The power was still out, but in your little fort, it hardly mattered. You lay together, a tangle of limbs and soft breaths, drifting towards sleep with hearts full of gratitude.

Feeling the steady breathing of Felix and you, Chan realized that this was what true strength felt like. Not the neverending demands of his professional life but the gentle, unwavering support of the people he loved.

Nestled between the two most important people in his life, Felix let go of his usual excitement, finding peace in the quiet.

And you, the heart of your little trio, felt a deep sense of happiness, knowing that everything was perfect in this small, fleeting moment.

As sleep took over, the power flickered back to life, the lights casting a soft glow on the peaceful scene. But inside your fort, shielded from the world, you stayed in this blissful darkness, proof of the power of your love and connection in the midst of life's storms.

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starsofmilos · 1 year

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I Know You (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Ooo can I please request an protective!Adrian Chase x fem!civilian/innocent reader where she’s Adrian’s girlfriend and she’s super soft and Adrian is LITERALLY head over heels for her. But she doesn’t know about him being Vigilante (I’m sure he’d be scared about her reaction). She only finds out when he saves her life when she’s walking home, Y/n clearly hearing that it’s his voice behind the mask, but Adrian ‘attempting’ a fake voice lol, but she knows it’s him shsh (anyways, I’m sure Y/n would be terrified but also clinging to Adrian and shaking). Lots of cuddles and kisses following🥺 Adrian being extremely protective🥺💜

AHH SO CUTE!! I’m excited.

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Warnings: small amount of angst, violence, mentions of sex. cursing, possessive Adrian, fluff, mentions of assault, robbery

Adrian Chase had never been in love.

He was a rough person who lived a dangerous life. There was no room for someone in his life.

He didn’t wanna drag some random innocent civilian into his complicated life. It was good most girls saw him as complete weirdo.

The girls he picked up as Vigilante too where all quick flings so he never had to worry about committing to one person.

Adrian had told himself he wouldn’t get committed to someone nor would he ever date someone.

It wasn’t until a soft warm beautiful person quite literally bumped into him. That was at least how he described you.

He quite literally became attached to you. You were his and he was yours.

Adrian was wrapped around your finger and you had no idea.

“AHHH!”

Adrian eye’s popped open hearing your yell. He was up within seconds grabbing his pocketknife.

Only to find you on top of the kitchen counter pointing at a small spider that was currently crawling away on the floor. He sighed putting the knife away in his back pocket.

“Adrian! Help! Please!!” Adrian bit back a laugh seeing your eyes grow watery.

“Man you had me fucking scared. I thought someone was breaking in!”

“I mean technically something did break in! Just please get it!” You whined. Adrian nodded grabbing a napkin to carefully grab it.

He threw it outside walking back in to see you still shaking a bit on the counter. Adrian smiled approaching you. You clutched onto him the second he got close to you.

“Sorry..Didn’t mean to scare you. Thank you for saving me..”

Adrian chuckled a bit hugging you back. “Aww I’ll always come to save you. You should know that by now.”

“That’s a relief. I’m sorry again..”

“It’s okay. I know my girl is sensitive.” Adrian kissed you softly. You hummed against his lips.

“Is this my reward?” You nodded feeling a bit shy as he grinned against your lips.

“Can I have more? I did fight that nasty spider for you.”

“If you fight all the spiders then I’ll let you have as many kisses as you want.”

“I’ll fight anything for you..” Adrian whispered out in complete seriousness. You laughed it off shaking your head.

Adrian was always like this towards you. You had no idea just how serious he was about fighting everything and anything for you.

“That reminds me I have a late shift again today.” Pouting up at him, you groaned as he kissed your cheek hiding his face in your neck.

“Sorry love..”

“Wish you didn’t have that stupid extra job. If I could support both of us I would.” Adrian laughed nodding.

You had no idea how he was going out as Vigilante at night. Adrian had wanted to keep you, the one good thing in his life, away from all the dangerous stuff he does.

He didn’t want scare you or worse make you a target for some of the people he went after.

So he decided it would be best if you didn’t know that he was a mass murderer.

“I know you would. I work though because I like the extra job. Being a bus boy isn’t permanent.”

“I know..I just miss you at night sometimes.” Adrian hummed kissing you softly.

“How about tomorrow I will call off night job and we’ll order a pizza and just eat till we pass out?”

“I’d love that so much. Can we?”

“Yeah I miss you at night too..”

“Sleeping at night is boring without you. I’m all cold and alone.”

“Now don’t make me feel bad!”

“I have nothing to hold me! Except myself! Don’t even have anyone to help get rid of ache I get.”

“What kind of ache?”

“The in bed kind. Only one you take care of.” Adrian coughed a bit trying to hide just how flustered you made him.

“We can do that now if you want before I go-”

“Nope gotta wait till tomorrow.” He groaned before nodding kissing you again.

“Fine. You tease. So wanna watch me get ready for work?” You nodded as he helped you off the counter. You admired him as he slipped his shoes on.

Grabbing his duffle bag, you dropped it with a small oomph looking down at it in confusion.

“Why is it so heavy?”

“It’s not heavy!” Adrian laughed nervously grabbing it effortlessly. “See! You just need to lift more hahaha!”

You rolled your eyes walking him to the door. He sighed giving you another kiss. “I promise I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know and when you do come back home I will be here.”

“Good..You’re the only thing I look forward to seeing.” You huffed as he kissed your cheeks before taking off.

After Adrian left, you decided to clean up the kitchen. Adrian usually cleaned it when he came home, but you knew he’d probably be tired. Your boyfriend was hard at work the least you could do is take care of things at home.

You hummed a small tune before opening the fridge to make some dinner. There was quite literally nothing.

Grabbing your phone you sent Adrian a quick text letting him know where you were going. He was so persistent on knowing when you left the house.

It never really made sense to you.

Your apartment complex wasn’t that far so you decided to walk.

Adrian had been hiding in an alleyway checking up his latest text. Crime was pretty low tonight. He smiled seeing the small selfie you sent him with the text letting him know you were going to the store.

You were so sweet..and so soft...He craved more than ever to just go home and be in your arms. He sighed taking a look at the photo once more. His eyes squinted as he tensed up seeing something behind you.

It was a guy wearing a hoodie. His face was darkened out, but Adrian could tell he was trouble. He had a good distance but it was obvious this guy was tailing you.

Without another thought, he called you. Cursing quietly when you didn’t answer.

“Come on baby..Come on..pick up the phone..” His breath hitched hearing your voice. “Y/N.”

“Hi this is me and if I didn’t answer it’s probably cause I’m busy call back later!”

He began to run growing anxious.

You had no idea of the man trailing you. Too busy looking at your phone seeing two miss calls from Adrian. Right as you were about to call him again, you were grabbed.

Adrian paced looking around the street he saw your last location on. It said you were still there.

Your eyes widened as the man who was stalking you smiled wickedly. You struggled in his hold whimpering when he pointed a knife at you.

“Easy there girly..I’d hate to cut a pretty little thing like you up.” He leaned in whispering. You grew tears in your eyes beginning to feel fear rise in your chest and bile build in your throat.

Adrian..Adrian needed you to come home. To be okay..You promised you’d be okay..

You bit the mans hand trying to make a run for it crying out as he yanked the back of your shirt back. Tears fell from your eyes and small sobs fell from your lips as you were tossed harshly against the wall.

“You didn’t even fucking let me finish what I was gonna say stupid girl.” You cried a bit harder as he leaned in again.

“I just wanted your money but now that I look at you. You’re a real pretty crier.”

You struggled again as he pushed his knife towards your throat. “Stop moving or I will cut you. Stupid bitch.”

Your eyes shut from fear. Adrian...You wanted Adrian and to be home. You should’ve just ordered food in.

Right as he moved his knife down to your chest, something popped up behind him. It moved like quick like a shadow. The man was off of you within seconds.

“I suggest you point your fucking knife towards someone who can actually fucking fight.”

That voice..It couldn’t be..Adrian?...

The man scrambled back seeing Vigilante standing before him already with his gun pointing at him.

“Woah woah man! This is a misunderstanding I know this girl!”

You opened your eyes. No it wasn’t. It was the Vigilante you had been seeing on tv, but he sounded just like..

“Oh really? That’s why she was crying for help? You messed with the wrong fucking girl mother fucker.”

Adrian kicked the mans face in immediately going down to beat the shit out of him. You watched in shock as he went in punching the man repeatedly. The bones crunched under his fist.

This man tried to hurt you. This man was going to kill you. His sweet soft angel...Adrian wanted to make this man pay.

He pulled his knife out about to slit the mans throat stopping once he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned seeing your tear stained face.

“Enough..”

Adrian looked back at the man before looking back at you. He nodded standing up checking you over.

“Are you alright? You’re not hurt are you? I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner Y/N. I heard your cries though-”

“Adrian..” You whispered out hesitantly. He stopped rambling. His eyes widened under his mask.

“What?! What?! That’s...No! Who is that? I’ve never heard of an Adrian before. Why would you say that name?!”

You teared up feeling a sob claw its way through your throat. Adrian fumbled as you collapsed in his arms crying.

“Woah woah! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?! I swear I will kill this son of a bitch!”

“I was so scared!” You cried out gripping his shoulder pads tightly. Adrian stopped sighing as he hugged you back. You sniffled still crying as he gently picked you up.

“Where would you like to go miss?” Adrian deepened his voice trying to hide his actual voice.

“I-I w-wanna go h-home..Please?..” You whimpered crying your heart out. Adrian nodded. “I’ll get you home miss.”

“Thanks..wait my groceries! Our groceries! I’m so sorry Adrian!”

“I’m not Adrian!” Adrian yelled out gripping you tighter. “Besides whoever this Adrian is would probably tell you not to worry about it and just order some food for you both! Nothing matter more than your safety! I care way more about you than some stupid groceries! I mean he. He cares about you more than some groceries!”

Adrian sighed at his slip up carrying you home. He even unlocked the front door for you. You clung onto him scared.

“Don’t leave..please...”

“Miss I gotta go back out there to make sure that guy-”

“Cut the crap.I know it’s you..I knew the second I heard your voice..I need you please Adrian..” You sniffled reaching for his mask.

“I’m not Adrian-”

“How did you know my name?”

“What?”

“You said I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner Y/N and you knew where I lived. So if you’re not Adrian how would you know?..” You shook against him.

“I’m a stalker.”

“Adrian!”

“Okay! Okay!!” Adrian groaned removing his mask. “It’s okay..I’m here..”

You sighed in relief clutching him tightly. Adrian kissed your forehead scooping you up. “I’m here now it’s okay..Always gonna protect you..You’re mine..”

You nodded relishing in his comfort. Adrian was grateful you weren’t scared of him. He was so happy nothing had happened to you. He shook a bit thinking of what would’ve happened had he not gotten there in time.

“I was so scared..I’m so happy you got there..Here I was thinking the scariest part of my night was gonna be a spider.”

“Well I was hoping the scariest part of your night would be a spider..Are you okay? You never answered me you’re not hurt right?” Adrian tightened his hold a bit nervously.

“Yeah I’m okay..I promise..”

“Good..Good..My beautiful sweet girl..I’m so sorry that happened to you. I should’ve gotten there sooner-”

“You got there as fast as you could..Thank you for saving me..”

“Always gonna save you. Never let anything happen to you..”

Adrian kissed your forehead walking you to the room. He stripped his armor off laying next to you on the bed cuddling you close.

“Y/N...”

You hummed trying to stop shaking. “Are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?..”

“For not telling you..”

“No..I get why you were trying to keep it a secret..I’m not mad..I’m not scared of you either if that’s what you were worried about.”

“Good..I can’t stop being Vigilante..”

“I know..I’m not gonna ask you too. I just want you safe..Just like you want me..”

“I do..I’m still really sorry this happened tonight.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“I am though.” Adrian sat up pulling you to his lap to cuddle you close. “I never want anything to happen to you. You’re my everything. I am nothing without you and I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you.”

“I love you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth. I love you too Y/N.”

“Thanks Adrian...” Before you could rub your face, Adrian gently used his hand wiping your tears away.

“I’m gonna order us food okay?..”

“Okay...you’re the best boyfriend..but..”

“But?..”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Hey!”

You laughed as he kissed your face clutching you tightly. He was so happy you knew his full self now.

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rafesveryrealgf · 1 year

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Inseparable was adorable but also broke my heart! 🥺

Could I request where one of their babies adores the reader?

a/n: this is just a little drabble but I hope you enjoy!

Lavender Sunflower - Cuddle Buddy

Warnings: kissing? I think that’s it

Nathan was a daddy’s boy and everyone knew it. He made it quite obvious. But Kai was an absolute mama’s boy. And you loved every second of it. Before Kai was born you feared that all your children after Nathan would be clinging to Rafe just as Nathan did. So when Kai was born and was constantly clinging to you, you finally felt like it was fair that Nathan was more attached to Rafe whilst Kai was more attached to you.

“We’re not having any more children.” You say to Rafe in a joking way, but still very serious.

“I second that.” He chuckles.

You were both in bed, Rafe was rested up against the headboard, one arm propped behind his head as you laid beside him, exhausted from the day you both had. Today was one of those days where parenting completely kicked your ass but luckily everyone was now asleep but you and Rafe — so you thought.

After a few more words were exchanged about the day, Rafe leaned down and over towards you and planted a kiss on your jawline, following it with another kiss down your neck, then another down your chest. You closed your eyes at the feeling. Taking him in as you let the stress from the day, out.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your skin.

Just as you were about to reply you heard tiny foot steps on the hardwood floor. You exhaled sharply when Rafe quickly pulled away from you to see which small human of yours was coming down the hall.

Kai appeared in the doorway, his eyes puffy from just waking up.

“What are you doing awake, pumpkin?” You ask your sleepy toddler.

“Scared.” Was all he said as he walked over to the bed and lifted his arms up at Rafe. “Up.” he demanded.

You snorted.

“You gotta learn how to sleep alone, bud. You know that, right?” Rafe replied to his son, still picking him up to sit him on the bed despite his previous words. “Just like Nate.”

“Nuh uh,” He shook his head. “I lay with mama.” He crawled over to you and snuggled up right in between you and Rafe, laying his head on your chest.

You smiled up at Rafe, knowing he was feeling defeated. “No..” Rafe replied. “…You’re gonna learn how to sleep in your own bed.

“Like a big boy.” He continued when Kai said nothing back.

“Rafe it’s okay. Just let him,” you placed your hand on Rafe’s leg and patted it. “Only for tonight, right babe?” You asked Kai.

He nodded at that, already knowing tomorrow he’d do it, and succeed, again.

“That’s what you said last night. And the night before that. And the night before that.” Rafe had been defeated, yet again.

He was right though. It was just impossible for you to say no to Kai.

“It’s fine, Rafe.” You placed your hand on your sons back and rubbed up and down, hoping he’d fall back asleep soon.

“It’s not, Y/n. He needs to learn,” Rafe argued. He shifted on the bed to turn off the lamp that sat on the nightstand beside him. “That he can’t just hop in our bed every night.”

“He’s already in bed. We’ll try tomorrow.” You closed your eyes after that as you attempted to fall asleep.

Rafe scoffed lowly. you opened one eye when you felt the bed move — Rafe was getting underneath the covers and once he did he turned on his side away from you and Kai.

“You’re not gonna hold us?” You asked sweetly, slightly leaning your head up.

Rafe sighed, turning back over, now facing you and Kai. He pulled you and Kai closer to him.

Even though he was frustrated at the way you gave into Kai, his heart still warmed up at the feel of his son and wife wrapped up into his arms.

The room fell silent.

Rafe was laying on his side, his long arm extended over yours and Kai’s body as Rafe finally drifted off to sleep..

“Move, daddy,” Kai whined, following it up with a backwards kick to Rafe’s ribs.

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡

Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.

I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(

WARNINGS: smut

Word count: 1995

“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”.

“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”.

Your voice… So soft, so innocent…

“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure.

“Water”.

“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around.

“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”.

Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.

“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”.

No. He didn’t want them to take you.

“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”.

“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”.

“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”.

“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”. “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table.

His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling.

“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply.

“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”.

Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were.

“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face. “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”.

“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”.

He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks.

“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”.

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“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow.

He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance…

“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”.

“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you.

“I’m lucky?”.

“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”.

“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”.

“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”.

“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”.

“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”.

What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life.

“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous.

“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist.

Right. This was the moment he started to hate you.

“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks.

How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself.

“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.

“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”.

No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first.

“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”.

“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”.

You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him…

“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.

Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…

“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”.

“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”.

“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression.

He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to.

“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”.

Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking.

“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest. “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”.

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 1 year

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V ║ Appaloosa

Jack Daniels x f!reader

{ Part 4: Strawberry Roan | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 6: Mustang }

Rating: E

Summary: You and Jack play house for a day.

Warnings: This is filthy, light angst, feelings, flirting, insecurities, sexual innuendoes, protected sex, fingering, dirty talk, language, mention of food, no use of Y/N

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: Cowboy Jack and his Darlin' are back. This is a bit of a transitional chapter as we move into the second part of the their week together, and shit's getting real 🥺 I know it's been a while, and I hope this doesn't disappoint ❤️

Appaloosa: An American horse breed best known for its colourful spotted coat pattern.

Jack can’t remember the last time he missed his alarm.

When he slowly comes to, the room is quiet, the digital beep from his phone that you must have switched off but an echo in his ears. He exhales heavily through his nose and turns onto his side, where he finds you burrowed into your pillow.

You stretch languidly as Jack drapes his arm over you, warm and heavy, his bare skin finding yours under the duvet. His baritone rumbles in your ear. ‘Mornin’, darlin’.’

You smile as he presses a kiss to your temple. You mumble back, ‘Morning, cowboy.’

‘Sleep well?’

Shifting onto your back and blinking up at his face hovering just above you, you nod and let your gaze trail over his rumpled hair, his warm eyes, still hooded with sleep, and lips curled into a gentle smile. The morning light spilling through the window chases away the tailend of the chill from last night, and the air in the room is ripe with the musk of sex and slumber. You hum and pull him in for a chaste kiss.

‘Do the horses need feeding?’ you ask as he settles between your thighs, holding himself above you on elbows either side of your face.

‘No, I left the feed out for them last night,’ he answers, but stays still otherwise, as if he’s letting you take the lead on how this morning should play out.

You run your hands down his back, sliding slowly against his skin as you feel goosebumps bloom in their wake. Cocking your head to the side, you say, ‘So theoretically, if your guests don’t feel well -’

Jack’s brow immediately furrows in worry. ‘You don’t feel well?’

You shake your head, soothing your palms over his lower back as you reassure him, ‘No, I feel perfectly well. It’s just,’ you pause and bite your bottom lip. ‘Just theoretically - could we stay one more night?’

You can tell it’s not what he expected to hear, but the way his gaze darkens just ever so slightly doesn’t escape you. His voice comes out deeper when he finally says, ‘But we’re going to miss all the sights we were going to see today.’

With a slow nod, you reply, ‘I know.’

Jack shifts, taking his weight off one elbow so that his hips slowly but surely brush against yours. ‘We’ll have to take a shortcut.’

You don’t mean for your words to come out so breathless, but they do anyway. ‘I understand.’

Jack’s voice drops to a throaty whisper. ‘We’ll have to ride extra hard tomorrow to make up for lost time.’

‘How hard?’ you prompt, wrapping one leg around his waist, your breath hitching when you feel his hard length sliding through your folds.

‘Very hard,’ he breathes through gritted teeth, his large palms cupping your ass and squeezing greedily, pulling you flush to him.

‘How about I show you how hard I can ride, cowboy?’ You grin against his lips. ‘Will it put your mind at ease, sir?’

Jack groans and takes your lips in a searing kiss, rocking against your dampening core before pulling back to growl, ‘Not fuckin’ likely, darlin’.’

Jack’s never been one to cut work. Hell, he’d never even taken a sick day until his wife’s accident. After the funeral, he’d packed up his truck and headed straight into the woods, where he spent the entirety of three months in silent solitude in the depths of the forests.

Then he went back to work, and he’s never stopped since.

But right now, he can’t bring himself to care that he’s putting a blemish on his perfect record - not when his eyes are on your tits as you bounce on his cock, the pulse in your neck rabbiting under the scrape of his teeth when you throw your head back, nails digging into his shoulders and grounding him to the moment. In the back of his head, he hears the bed creak underneath, an off-key violin to the tune of your gasps and moans.

‘Fuck, darlin’, you ride me so well,’ he praises you, one hand coming down to smack you on the ass, which makes you stutter something incoherent as your pussy clenches around him.

‘Told you so,’ you somehow manage to reply smartly, prompting a growl from him as he thrusts up into you so hard that you nearly fall off his lap. ‘Jack!’

‘Just testin’ how well you stay on a buckin’ bronco,’ he sasses back at you with a debauched grin.

You bite your lip, hips desperately grinding against his. So close that your insides are trembling, you let his comeback slide, begging instead, ‘Do it again, Jack, please, gonna cum -’

He leans forward and presses a desperate kiss to your lips, his words catching in his throat as he feels you break around him. ‘Anythin’ for you, darlin’.’

Tequila’s battered truck rattles up to the Halfway House a few minutes after nine, the metallic grunts of the engine breaking the still of the morning. Jameson sits patiently on the passenger side, but his tail is thumping excitedly on the seat at the sight of his favourite playground in the mountains.

Whistling to himself, Tequila rounds the truck to let the border collie out, who bounds headfirst towards the paddock. Looking up, he grins at the sight of the three horses still in the stables.

Champ owes him fifty bucks, and he intends to collect.

He knocks anyway - his mama taught him manners - and he gives it a couple more tries before letting himself in, leaving the door ajar if Jameson wants to come in.

The house is silent, only the floorboards creaking under his boots as he makes a sweep of the living space. Remnants of the night before are scattered about in wine-stained glasses, empty dishes and dying embers in the fireplace.

He gotta give it to Jack. Man’s got moves.

Humming quietly to himself, Tequila pulls open the fridge door, the interior light flooding him in orange as he pokes his head inside, and his eyes light up at the half-eaten chocolate cake. He shrugs and reaches for it - might as well have a second breakfast while he waits.

And he doesn’t have to wait long. He’s just finishing up the last of his slice at the dining table when he hears movement down the corridor to the guest bedrooms. There’s a flush of the toilet and a trickle of water, then Jack emerges in just his jeans, head down while he does up the fly.

‘Mornin’ sunshine,’ pipes up Tequila, louder than he needs to. He enjoys the way the normally calm and collected cowboy jumps a foot in fright.

Rubbing his palm over his eyes, Jack groans and stumbles over his words. ‘Oh fuck. Sorry, I meant to call. Our guest - uh, she isn’t feeling well, so we’ll be staying one more night. So that she can - get better.’

Tequila crosses his arms, one eyebrow arched. ‘She isn’t feeling well, huh?’

‘Yeah, um - something with the food,’ mumbles Jack as he stalks over to the kitchen sink to pour himself a glass of water, which he downs.

‘Losing your touch in the kitchen, Daniels?’

‘Shut up, Teak,’ glowers Jack, steadfastly avoiding his friend’s gaze as he busies himself with moving the dirty dishes from the kitchen counter. He turns on the hot water and squeezes far too much washing up liquid into the stoppered sink. Grabbing a sponge, he begins to aggressively wash up.

Tequila watches with a pleasant smile and comments, ‘Funny choice of attire when our guest can walk in any moment, by the way.’

Spinning around with soapy hands, Jack opens his mouth, ready to make up another excuse - when his eyes alight on the box of condoms haphazardly ripped open lying in plain sight on the table in front of the other cowboy.

Pointing what he hopes is a menacing finger at Teak - as menacing as it can be with suds sliding off the tip of it - he growls, ‘Not a single word from you, understand?’

Tequila flashes him a shit-eating grin. ‘C’mon, a thank you would be nice. I drove into town specially to get you those rubbers, you know. Did I get the sizing right, by the way? Not too loose?’

Jack resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. ‘How did you even -’

‘Like recognises like,’ winks Tequila.

Rolling his eyes, Jack turns back to the dishes and says, ‘Just get the fuck out of here before she wakes up.’

‘I can’t,’ he protests. ‘I gotta collect your dirty laundry and strip the beds. Bet I only need to strip one bed though.’

The front door whines on its hinges - it really needs a good oiling - as Jameson runs into the house, barking at the sight of Jack, who gives him a wet pat on the head.

He freezes when he hears another door creak, but before he can sound the warning, you pad out of the corridor and into the living area in just his shirt, your eyes still squinty with sleep.

‘Did I just hear a dog -’ you stop abruptly in your tracks when you spot Tequila waving to you.

‘Mornin’ sweetheart,’ calls out Tequila with a two-fingered salute. He turns to Jack and pronounces, ‘Well, she hardly looks rode hard and put away wet, does she?’

You blink, your limited morning brain power preoccupied by Jameson, who’s shimmied up to you wagging his tail. Scratching him behind the ear, you try to muster a response to Tequila’s rather cryptic remark. ‘I mean, um, maybe not in so many words -’

Jack cuts in from across the kitchen. ‘Darlin’, do not answer that. It’s a southern sayin’ and he’s just tryin’ to wind you up.’

Tequila wriggles his eyebrows at you playfully. ‘Wind up the birthday girl? Never! Happy birthday, by the way. I’m guessing Jack showed you a good time?’

‘Get outta here, Teak!’

He surrenders with his palms up, vacating the kitchen table. ‘Alright, alright, no need to shout, Daniels. I’ll be back tomorrow then. If you decide to stay another night, just send a text,’ he pauses and gives you a suggestive wink. ‘We can always send a car to pick you up instead at the end of the week.’

Whistling at Jameson to follow, Tequila calls out over his shoulder in farewell. ‘Keep your saddle oiled and your gun greased!’

As the door shuts behind him, you burst into laughter.

‘What the hell did he just say?’

The afternoon light filters through the half-drawn blinds over the bathroom window, casting shadows on the tiled floor that only grow longer as the lazy hours tick by.

The water has long gone tepid, your plans for what was meant to be a quick bath alone derailed when Jack climbed in after you.

The condoms are in the bedroom, and neither of you are inclined to leave the tub, so he has you spread in his lap, your tits heaving just above the waterline. Bubbles cling to your nipples as Jack draws slippery circles on your clit, sucking hot kisses onto the side of your neck.

‘Harder, Jack. Mark me, please,’ you beg. His cock is hot and heavy in your hand, and you feel him twitch as your words hit home.

‘Yeah? Want me to fuckin’ brand you, darlin’?’ he growls into your ear before sucking on your skin so viciously that you cry out, thrusting his fingers into you as you start to cum. You stroke him harder, feeling him tense behind you before a violent shudder goes through his body, harsh breaths in your ear as he lets go. ‘That’s it, darlin’. So good for me, cummin’ so hard on my fingers like that while I mark you -’

You slump bonelessly into Jack’s chest when your high passes, and you tilt your head backwards so that he can kiss you fully on your mouth, tongues meeting languidly, your nails sliding into his wet hair to pull him closer.

Nose in your temple, he eyes the blooming hickey on the base of your neck with a deep grunt of satisfaction.

Jack’s voice is warm against the shell of your ear as he ambles up behind you, big palms leaning on the kitchen counter on either side of you. ‘Is it regressive of me to find the sight of you cookin’ very sexy?’

You smile, not looking up as you measure out the dried pasta. ‘It might just be that I’m wearing nothing underneath your shirt.’

You shriek when he draws up the hem to see that you’re not lying, ducking to press an open-mouthed kiss to the side of your naked hip before wrapping his arms around you.

‘What’s on the menu, chef?’ he asks, chin on your shoulder.

‘Carbonara,’ you answer, the ingredients you found laid out on the kitchen counter, along with the freshly cut parsley that Jack got from the garden.

‘With cream and peas?’ he asks dubiously.

You toss him a look over your shoulder. ‘Didn’t peg you for a pasta snob, cowboy.’

He chuckles. ‘I’m not sure who will want to wring your neck first - Poppy or the Italians.’

‘Good thing I can count on you to get me out of a spot of trouble, can’t I?’

‘Depends on how good that carbonara is,’ he teases, letting out an exaggerated oomph when you gently elbow him in the stomach in rebuke. He adds, ‘You didn’t have to cook, you know. I would’ve been happy to do it.’

‘You deserve a break,’ you say as you crack an egg for the sauce. You pause, the words caught in your windpipe as you hesitate. When they do come out, you don’t sound as nonchalant as you would’ve liked to. ‘And I wanted to show you that I can feed myself when you’re not around to cook for me, cowboy.’

It’s the first time any mention of what lies beyond this week has been articulated between you two. The air shifts, and for a split second, the unwelcome weight of reality suddenly looms over you, all-consuming - until you feel Jack shuffle on his feet behind you.

His calloused palms close over hands - you’ve completely overbeaten the egg mixture while your mind wandered - and you set the bowl and fork down, your restless fingers gripping the edge of the countertop instead.

‘I have no doubt you will manage without me,’ he says, almost diplomatically.

But when his hands find your waist again, he holds you tighter.

Out on the deck, next to the stairs, stands a serious-looking telescope. Over the carbonara - a home run, by the way - you remind Jack he promised a couple of nights ago that he’ll show you the constellations. Warm from eating in front of the fire, you venture outside afterwards with just a thick blanket draped over Jack’s shirt, your legs bare from mid-thigh down.

But the cowboy’s not very inclined to keep his end of the bargain.

‘I could fuck you all day,’ he hums distractedly into your neck.

You roll your eyes fondly. ‘You have fucked me all day.’

‘I want to fuck you all day tomorrow, too.’

‘Cowboy -’

‘And the day after.’

‘Jack - ’

‘And the day after that.’

You know he doesn’t mean to, but your heart sinks at his casual mention of days after - how many more do you have left before it’s just… after?

After this week.

After this trip.

After Wyoming.

After Jack.

You can hear the sands shifting. You can no longer tell the top of the hourglass from the bottom.

But you can’t dwell on that - not now.

‘You said you’ll show me the stars, cowboy,’ you try to redirect the conversation as he slides a hand under the shirt and squeezes your breast. You arch into his touch - it is beyond your comprehension how your body is still responding after all that he’s tirelessly wrung out of it today.

‘Don’t worry, darlin’,’ he quips, his other hand delving underneath the layers to cup your bare pussy. ‘I’ll make sure you see stars, all right.’

Then he bends you over the white railing - the blanket discarded at your feet and your shirt hitched up around your waist - you faintly hear the clink of his belt buckle and the rustle of a condom packet before he’s pushing into your wet cunt.

Your bottom lip stings as your teeth close over it, his fingers lacing with yours on the bannister as he thrusts into you. His moans fill your ears as you take him, his cock ramming into you so hard that you’re pinned to the railing on your tiptoes by the sheer force of his fucking.

‘You can be as loud as you want, darlin’,’ Jack coaxes. Facing the other way, you can’t see him, but you can almost hear his teeth grind as he fights to hold on. ‘Let me hear you, please, I need to hear you -’

He has you panting into the Wyoming night sky, the sweet sound of his name on your lips something that he will remember you by - months from now, when he sits on the porch on his lonesome, another cohort of strangers fast asleep in the bed that you two once shared on a crisp midsummer night.

Notes: It was so much fun writing Tequila into this chapter after Jack and Darlin' have had so much alone time together! I know this was quite a short chapter compared to what's come before, but I think a lot of my anxiety was actually coming from chapters running (which means more time and more editing), so I think we might be seeing more compact chapters from now on.

I'm thrilled to see so many new readers these few weeks, but I noticed that most only like the chapters. This is a gentle reminder that comments and reblogs are strongly encouraged ❤️ We writers put in so much of our free time on our fics, all we ask for is meaningful interaction to keep us going!

Horsey notes: I was googling Southern sayings that Tequila could deliver as a punchline, and ridden hard and put away wet was so perfect that I laughed out loud when I discovered it because it was so on-theme!

The phrase describes someone who looks unwell, and has a horsey origin. You never put a horse away wet if he's sweaty or washed down, they should always be towelled or brushed dry. This is covered in the last chapter when Darlin' scrapes Whiskey dry after hosing him down.

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 2 years

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i can’t stop thinking abt like semi vanilla sex with soft boyfriend steve… but he’s obviously daddy because casual dominance mixed into bedroom dominance 😚🤌

and he’s such a dirty talker “i know honey, you’re okay. i know, feels so good doesn’t it? daddy’s here. not going anywhere”

just so sweet and loving🥺

i have a very anxious attachment style and i just want him to hold me and fuck me and when i grab on to him he just shh’s me.

HERE IT IS. 'TIS DONE

Euphoria (s.h.)

i am so sorry i got SO carried away when i saw this ask. i had to turn it into a longer fic. thank you so much and i will def be using this again <3

first time fic, smut, fluff, shy!reader, reader is referred to as angel, bc y/n makes me cringe :< I based this off of the stancy sex scene bc steve in that makes me swoon.

steve is a gentleman, first and foremost. so when his angel starts to get desperate, he knows its time to come up with a plan. she doesnt even notice that shes showing it, but of course, steve analyzes her every move. hes worked out what she likes and how she likes it before they even talk about sex. poor angel is shy about all of it. she wants him, really bad. but hes taking things slowly for her own good. shes had one relationship in the past that shes still unlearning, hence why shes so shy around him. learning to look at sex as something enjoyable as opposed to a chore. angel wanted sex with steve, she didn’t dread it like other times.

steve made her feel safe, and genuinely beautiful. he makes her feel like a princess. angel was surprised when he kissed her and it felt good. it was passionate and felt like home. it didnt feel like she was being used, it felt like mutual adoration and love in a physical form. god, it felt amazing. she wanted more.

five months of comfort and bliss later, steve hasn’t made one sexual move on her. he appreciates what she gives him, but he knows they have all the time in the world. he knows shes "it" for him. shes his best friend. his angel will make it onto his lap, but when things pick up she gets shy. why wasnt he making a move? does he not want her?

which brings them to where they are now. steves hands wandering over her body, her propped up on his lap. her pretty sundress that started all this was riding up her thighs. her chest pressed into his. it was getting harder and harder to be a gentleman. he could see her lace bralette through her dress and he was ravenous. every bone in his body was aching to rip it off and kiss her all over. but he wouldnt. he would take her out first. make sure it's perfect. make sure its magical. make sure it's not on his living room couch at three in the afternoon.

“steve” it came out like a whimper “want more”

his breath hitched. and all he could think of was making angel his little wife.

“yeah baby?” he grips her hair a little, and rubs his thumb up and down the little area of skin right below her temple and next to her ear. “i want you too angel… how about ill take you out tomorrow night? and we’ll go from there ,yea? want you to think it through m’kay? ill give you whatever you want, you just have to ask.”

steve picked her up at five. of course, because it's steve, a candlelit picnic was in order. he had everything set up in the back of his BMW. opened the trunk, making sure a blanket was placed down before everything else. he didn't want her to get her dress dirty.

he was obscenely obsessed with the pretty white dress that went just above the knee. it had pretty little frills on the bottom, and a straight across neckline a few inches above her nipples. a shiny gold and pearl necklace, strappy gold two-inch heels angel fished out of the bottom of her closet. he was practically drooling. feeding her chocolate strawberries he bought at the farmers market down the street. she made flower crowns out of the little dandelions around the blanket. his heart full of love for her.

back at steves house, angel changed into her pajamas. some pink silk pants and one of steves sweaters. he made some tea and put out her favorite snacks on the coffee table for when she came back down. snuggling up to him and thanking him immensely for her day, and allowing her to stay over. to which of course he told her that he should be thanking her.

hours and hours of hugs and kisses that lasted a little bit longer than intended later, it was around eight at night.

"honey, do you wanna get ready for bed? i can put on a movie for us in my room if you want?" steve whispered as gently as he could into angels ear, lips brushing over the shiny earrings she was wearing.

"yes, please. thank you" it came out small, she was nervous. he can tell. he took her face into his hands, rubbing at her cheek lightly.

"listen to me doll, if you just want to watch a movie or cuddle or- just- whatever you want to do, I wont be upset. at all. i promise. i don't want you to feel nervous."

she smiled. " 'm not nervous,-" a little quieter, looking down at her socks, "im excited. just scared that I wont do a good job."

"hey, thats not what it's about babe, there's literally-" he scoffed, "- no way you could do anything wrong. promise." his hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her like she was a princess, making her laugh again. "if you want something just let me know l'right? if you're even like a little tiny bit hesitant you don't even have to say anything okay? no big deal" he held his hands up, emphasizing his last statement.

she gave him the biggest sweetest kiss in the whole wide world, the kind that made his brain go fuzzy and gave him a high that nothing else in the world could.

"c'mon babygirl" he broke the kiss, "gonna lock up the house, kay? go ahead and go upstairs 'nd lay down. ill put a movie on."

as he made his way around the house, steve went over everything he knew she loved in his head. images of her heat rushing to her cheeks, eyes blown wide, pretty thighs pressing together. steve knows what he's doing in bed, and he knows that. so he's not too nervous about his performance. he knows he can satisfy his angel, and he's anticipating every second of it. but the thought of undressing her, seeing her exposed and beautiful, had his breath hitching and his jeans getting tighter as he climbs the stairs to his bedroom.

a soft knock on the door, "honey, can I come in?"

"yes steve"

"hey baby-" and that was all he could get out before his jaw dropped and his pupils blew to two times their original size.

there she was, standing in his bedroom, with that same heat in her cheeks, same blown-out eyes. but this time, his angel was draped in a sheer lace robe that was hanging open, revealing her bare skin donned in sheer, floral lingerie. her nipples peaking through the fabric, skin glowing in the warm light from his bedside. a real-life angel.

"i-" she looked down at her feet, one arm swinging over her stomach in an attempt to cover herself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable, "-i thought it was pretty-"

"you're so gorgeous baby," closing the gap between them immediately, wrapping his arm around her hips, pulling her closer. placing his hand on the side of her freshly clean face. "I love you so much." capturing her lips in a fairytale kiss, trying to express as much love as he can with the gesture.

his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up into his arms. steve swears he's in a dream. angel's legs wrapping around his waist, grinding her cunt onto his stomach and devouring him.

"do you want me, love? tell me."

"yes please steve, 'm ready"

he lowers her onto the neatly made bed. he prepared his room the best he could when he woke up this morning. fluffing all his pillows, and washing his comforter. a bouquet of roses with her name on the tag laid on his bedside table.

"i love you, so so much sweetheart." his voice is soft and sweet, gentle and loving.

"i love you too."

slow, passionate, and messy kisses. slotting himself between her legs before pulling his shirt off. leaning down to kiss all over her face, smiling into each one. he moves down to her neck, licking and kissing all over. he finally lays his lips onto her jaw and sucks the soft skin into his mouth. a strangled moan leaves her lips. arching her back and running her hands all over his chest. steve pushes off his jeans and places a firm hand on her waist.

poor angel’s eyes widen at the outline of steves cock through his boxers. her face heating up and her hips moving on their own. it was huge. she knew steve was big. lingering stares at his bulge in his jeans (or sweatpants, or god forbid those little shorts) but seeing it so close was amazing.

steves hands traveled up her hips, right below her breasts. he stopped to look up at her. “is this okay lovey?”

“yes steve”

his hands palmed her tits over the veil of fabric. kneading the skin in his hands. placing kisses over both of them and humming into her chest. poor, poor angel. shes moaning at this point. making steves cock painfully hard.

“more please?”

he grinned. cocky as ever. “‘course baby.” before moving down her stomach, kissing a trail all the way down to her thighs. opening her legs and sucking the skin inside. working his way up till he got to her pretty, pretty cunt.

his soft breath on her. her scent flooding his senses and making him swoon. all he could think about was the beautiful angel in front of him, and how bad he wanted to eat her pretty pussy.

“can i kiss you here?”

her face flushed and mouth open above him made him melt. “please” she sighed, desperate.

his lips came down to place a kiss right on the front of her panties, before moving upwards to her pretty nipples. his jaw clenched from fighting the urge to devour her. kissing each of them before reaching to unhook her bra, asking her sweetly if he could take it off.

“yes steve, i love you”

shes just so adorable and desperate he just adores her. unhooking the floral fabric and sliding it off her arms. he gazes at her pretty tits, red around the nipple from how sensitive she is, and a small gasp falls from his lips.

“so beautiful baby. my good girl.” and angel is bucking her hips up towards him at his praise. unbelievably horny and already a little cockdrunk. “yeah, you wanna be my good girl? let me make love to you sweetheart.”

“i love you stevie,”

“i love you angel, always” and hes so content. adoring her, touching her, loving her. he moves down to her panties again, warm breath on her swollen clit. “is it okay if these come off angel? you look so beautiful in them, but I just wanna see you hon.” smiling fondly when she lets out a little “yes please.”

he hooks his thumbs onto the waistband, pressing kisses all over it before sliding them off. angel moaned when her cunt was hit by the cool air. steves eyes on her like he was going to ravish her. she was soaking wet, clit red and swollen, clenching by itself every few seconds. “so pretty,,,can i touch you here? ,,please baby.” briefly sitting up to admire his angel completely bare. cock throbbing and heart pounding.

“please d-stevie” and of course he knows what she was going to say. angel has called him daddy before, mostly jokingly, but hes an observant lover. so obviously he notices how much angel loves it when he takes care of her. he expected her praise kink, and he expected her to let “daddy” slip out once or twice. everyone called steve daddy sometimes, as a joke. but he liked it a little too much when she did it.

he kisses her sweetly, lips tangled with angel’s. before moving down to her pretty pussy. licking his lips before gently touching her folds, opening up her pretty flower. she whined and moaned. pretty little head filled with only thoughts of him.

"so pretty baby, so fucking beautiful. love you so much" reaching one of his hands to hold hers firmly, grounding her in reality. kissing up her thighs before coming back up to kiss her. "is everything okay?"

she smiled, both of their hearts warm and content. "yeah stevie. i want you."

passionate, loving, mind-blowing, earth-shattering kisses that stopped time for the next twenty minutes. his hands roamed all over her, her fingers twirling in his hair, making him moan into her mouth

steves fingers started to drag down her stomach, goosebumps decorating her skin as his palm rests on her clit. taking her bottom lip into his teeth before kissing her deeper. steve wants to get her ready for him, but shes so ready for him to let go and fill her up. angel's fingertips trailing down his happy trail, dipping under the waistband. pouting at him.

"what'd i tell you love? ill do anything for you, you just have to ask me." and he was right. he didn't do anything unless she specifically asked for it, which was why he was still straining against his boxers.

"want it off." pushing the fabric down unsuccessfully. pout still very prominent.

"thank you babe," and hes picking her up off the bed and switching their position swiftly. "you want to do it or me angel?"

"me! me." she said a little too quickly, making them both giggle a little. she leans up to kiss him, still grinning. pulling the waistband down his hips, slowly exposing more of him. just seeing the first few inches of skin showing had her head spinning and her face heating up. steve places his hand on her face as he lifts his hips a little allowing him to get rid of the extra fabric. moaning as his cock hits the air. springing straight up and lifting a weight off his shoulders. so delighted he almost didn't notice his angel's face. her eyes glassed over, mouth opening subconsciously. gazing up at him and letting out a small whimper. admiring him completely, the prettiest cock in the world.

"steve..."

"i know beautiful, y' look so pretty. cmon lovey, give me a kiss." maneuvering her face back to his. a soft grip on her hips, kneading the skin and rubbing up and down her back. heat pooling between their legs and flushing their skin. angel's fingertips trailing up the soft skin on his chest, gripping and kissing him everywhere the position would let her. his fingers find her cunt again, fucking her open on his hand slowly. her mouth open and moaning into his mouth.

"steve, steve, steve" she pulls away from his lips, staring at his flushed expression. "I wanna help you."

"fuck- alright sweetheart. go easy on me babe, want to stay like this forever." shifting his weight to make her as comfortable as he could. her lips trailing down his stomach, kissing and trailing her nails down his sides, making his hips jerk.

"can I touch you stevie?"

"i-" a deep breath racking through his body, "i'd love that baby."

the feeling of her lips kissing the neatly trimmed hair around his cock has him gripping the bedsheets. throwing his head back and groaning before immediately forcing himself to look back so he won't miss anything. gasping when her hand wraps around him, thumb and index finger lightly brushing the tip of his cock. "jesus christ babe. yeah,,, good job baby; keep going."

and she does just that, stroking him from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip. he's moaning filthily, almost embarrassingly. her lips meeting his tip in a soft kiss, making him shake a little, smiling down at her.

he has to pull her off of him when it gets a little too much for him. he still wants to last another hour or two, and with the way her mouth is moving on him makes him think otherwise. rubbing her shoulders as he pulls her back up to him, kissing her sweetly. flipping their position to where he's hovered over her. pressing their foreheads together.

"you want me to keep going hone-"

"yeahh-" it's a long and drawn out whimper. a soft smile and a chuckle leaving his lips in response, leaving them both giggling a little bit. giggles that quickly turned into moans when his hands went back down to her cunt, kissing her as softly as he could once again. his lips pressed against hers, making them both feel hazy and soft.

"okay baby, you gonna relax for me, yeah?" his hands coming back up to her torso, stroking slowly and sensually. moving down to her hips, lifting them up and placing a pillow underneath her. his angel's cunt exposed on display for him. his wandering hands back onto her body, leaning down to kiss her. pressing their bodies together, her soft tits against his chest, bare skin pressed together, making his breath hitch. his cock starting to press against her clit, creating friction as he started to rock against her sex. his angel whimpering and quivering from how sensitive she is.

"shhh, ive got you baby. ive got you. that feels good yeah? i know honey. god- you feel so good baby. good girl. my good girl." her pussy pulsating and contracting at his praise.

"want more steve, more please, i want you inside of me, please."

his eyes roll back into his head a little bit, feathering kisses onto her collarbones before leaning back up just enough to look at her. savoring the way her face turned red, a soft flush over her chest and neck. all the way down to her vulva, flushed and swollen with arousal.

"yeah baby? yeah? you want me inside you honey? want me to make love to my pretty girl?" voice breathy and adoring.

a whisper. soft enough that he could only hear because he was so in tune with her. "please daddy, love you stevie, please."

"oh baby, -fuck" stroking his cock before lining himself up with her lips, spreading her arousal around with his tip. "deep breath for me sweet girl, deep breath. ive got you okay? gonna take care of you. make love to my pretty baby. tell me if you want me to stop babygirl, ill be gentle with you, 'kay? ive got you."

finally, steve grabs onto her propped-up hips, kneading them soothingly. rubbing up and down her torso while he spreads her cunt open. legs open wide for him as he slides his thick cock inside her. the head of his cock inside her as she lets out a moan thats almost a scream. the stretch is euphoric. slightly painful, but it just fit so good inside her. making her throw her head back, giving steve a good view of her neck and tits.

his jaw slack and head thrown back in pure bliss. loud moans leaving his lips to match hers before leaning back down to her face.

"shh, shh, i've got you baby, good girl. i love you so much. you okay?" his cock halfway inside, massaging her clit with his thumb. working her open around him.

"'m okay stevie, want more please- steve!" his angel begged him. her voice desperate, making him shudder. he moves his hands up to hers, intertwining their fingers and rocking his hips into hers. leaning down to kiss her while he bottoms out inside her. her pretty cunt fluttering around him as he buries himself inside her. his lips moving down to her neck, sucking and biting the soft skin into his mouth. reveling in the way shes reacting, back arching and chanting his name.

"love you so much. god youre beautiful. you feel so good baby. so good." he groaned into her neck. steve imagines this is what heaven feels like. he's so in love with her, an all-consuming, comfortable love that makes him feel completely whole. a passionate love that makes him feel red hot and desperate.

"i love you so much steve, so much. feels s' good." her hand caressing his face, pulling him in for a lazy sensual kiss that makes time stop. his arms pulling her legs to rest on his hips. pulling away slightly to whisper into her lips.

"you want me to move, sweet girl? you feeling okay?"

"im okay steve, are you okay?", he smiles softly, providing a sincere affirmation. "please steve, i want you. all of you. forever."

he has to fight to not tear up at how much her words really affect him. the emotion and passion in the room being shared between the both of them. intoxicating and euphoric.

"i'm so in love with you," his hips pulling back and rolling into her again. moans filling the room, the sound of him making love to her messy cunt flooding his system. a deep, sensual rhythm developing. the trail of hair on his pelvis and stomach becoming increasingly slick. holding each other as close as possible, love flooding them with every intake of breath.

rutting and grinding into her. her hands running down his back and trailing kisses up his chest. gasping when his fingers pick up an unrelenting pace on her clit. working together to bring each other to the edge, enjoying every second of it.

"oh- steve" he could feel his angel's cunt clamping down on him. his cock twitching, so close to finishing. he's been close for the past hour, holding himself at the edge to make sure she finishes first.

"yeah baby? fuck- my good girl. what do you need from me sweet girl?" his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate, groaning and moaning into each others mouths.

"'m close stevie, 'm close"

"i know, i know baby. i love you, i want you to cum for me, sweetheart." the pace of his fingers on her clit remaining constant as she follows his orders. letting her climax build to its peak, babbling and desperate as he continues to work her through it.

"im gonna cum with you lovey, cum for me." and that's all it takes to have the knot in her stomach unravel. white hot pleasure racking through her body, vision blurring, and shes almost certain shes seeing stars.

"steve!" her moans mimicking screams, body writhing and jerking with her orgasm. enough for steve to let himself cum. his own orgasm flooding her cunt. muscles tensing and relaxing, a long, guttural moan falling from his slack jaw, eyelids fluttering shut and back open again to look at the angel in front of him.

euphoria

bodies relaxing and falling into the sheets below them. steve kissing up her neck and pulling her into another time-stopping kiss. still inside of her, holding her close to him and treating her like the most precious thing in the world. rubbing soothing circles into her cheek as he pulls out. comforting her when she whimpers.

"youre the best thing that's ever happened to me. that was so amazing. i love you so much." steve rasped, absolutely beaming at her.

"i love you so much steve, i think i just ascended." sending them both into a fit of giggles and kisses.

"i think I did too babydoll. lets get you cleaned up."

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natashaismylove · 2 years

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can your next fic be g!p wandanat 🥺🥺

Sleepy |W. Maximoff + N. Romanoff

Summary: y/n doesn’t want to go to bed, so Wanda and Natasha find another way to make her sleepy…

Pairing: g!p Natasha x g!p Wanda x little!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, g!p, little!reader, mommy!wanda, daddy!nat, unprotected sex, double penetration, pet names (baby, bunny, puppy) 18+

Word count: 1403

A/N: This ask is pretty old, but I just wrote this fic to get something out as I haven’t been very active lately, and this ask fit. This one might also not be the best as I didn’t put a lot of time into it…

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Wanda sighed, dragging her hands over her face and into her hair, pushing it back. Natasha sat across from her, tapping a pen against the desk as they both went over the details of the mission in their heads.

“Haven’t we written enough for today?” Wanda said frustrated, giving a pleading look to the other woman.

“If we finish the report tonight we’ll have more free time tomorrow.” Natasha reminded her, pursing her lips as she was equally annoyed by this.

Wanda leaned back in her chair, turning her head to look out at the darkening sky through the window. “I don’t like leaving y/n alone for this long.”

“Trust me, I don’t either.” Nat said as she clicked her pen. “But if we’re quick we’ll get back to her sooner.”

“Or…” Wanda dragged out the word. “We could just bring the report home and finish it there instead.”

Natasha bit the inside of her cheek as she thought it through as Wanda continued. “And we could just wait until tomorrow and do it then instead. We don’t have a lot left, we could probably finish it in bed before y/n even wakes up.”

Nat made a clicking noise with her tongue, standing up while grabbing the papers. “Let’s go.”

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The lock sounded as Nat turned the key, pushing the door open as they both headed inside. They went into the kitchen on the left and placed the work on the dining table while looking around for a certain someone. They heard a noise in the living room, a smile spreading on their faces as they knew you were awake. They were quick to head into the room on the opposite side of the entrance, finding you on the couch.

“There’s our baby.” Wanda grinned, scrunching her nose as she opened her arms while walking towards you.

You raised your head, happiness clear on your face as you saw they were finally home. Wanda wrapped her arms around you as she sat down on the couch next to you, lifting you onto her lap as she kissed the top of your head. Natasha placed herself besides the two of you, pulling your legs onto her lap as she leaned forward to nudge her nose against yours.

“Are you happy to see us?” she gave a peck to your cheek, playfully wiggling the stuffed dinosaur you were holding against your chest.

You nodded, happily kicking your feet as they chuckled. Wanda rested her head on top of yours as her arms were neatly wrapped around your waist, holding you against her. “Did you have a good day?” she spoke softly as Natasha cupped your cheek.

“Mhm.” you hummed as you played with your stuffie, moving it from side to side in your hands.

“I think someone's a little sleepy.” Nat said as she looked at your droopy eyes.

You quickly shook your head, a frown on your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows. “No.”

She chuckled, swiping her thumb between your eyebrows to unfurrow them. “No? You’re not sleepy at all?”

You shook your head again, your stubbornness evident. “No.”

“Hm…” Wanda hummed as she sat up a little more, her hand running over your hair. “Maybe we’ll just have to make you sleepy then.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “I guess so.”

You tilted your head, looking up at both of them as Natasha reached out to drag your shorts down your legs. Wanda grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. “Lift your arms for me, bunny.” she told you before pulling the shirt all the way off.

Natasha placed her hands on your sides, moving them down to your hips as her fingers hooked into your underwear. “Mommy put the cute underwear on you today, huh? So adorable with the little bow.”

“She picked it out herself.” Wanda said proudly as she brushed your hair away from your face.

“That's great, bunny.” Nat smiled as she started to get rid of your underwear. You shivered a little as you were now naked, the chilly air making you freeze.

“Oh no, our baby is cold.” Wanda frowned. “Come here.” She moved over to sit with her back against the armrest of the couch, turning you to face her with your knees on either side of her hips as she pressed your chest against hers. “Let’s warm you up.”

Natasha came up behind you, kissing your shoulder before pushing herself against you so you would be nicely warmed all around. You laid your head on Wanda’s shoulder while you felt Natasha’s hand trail over your stomach and down towards your thighs. She made sure to go slowly, carefully cupping your pussy before pressing her middle and ring finger against it.

You made a small noise, barely noticeable as Nat waited for a few seconds. Her fingers began moving against you, making light circles around your clit to get you used to the feeling. A squeak left you once she pressed down onto your clit, your hands holding your stuffie tighter.

“It’s ok.” Wanda reassured you as she stroked your hair.

Natasha kept circling your clit, forcing quiet moans out of you as you squirmed from the pleasure. Wanda moved her hand away from your hair, reaching down between the two of you to push her pants down enough for her cock to be freed. Nat wrapped one arm around your waist and raised you up as Wanda placed her cock against your pussy before you were slowly sunk down onto it.

You gasped, raising your head as you looked at Wanda with wide eyes. She smiled at you and pressed a long kiss to your forehead. “We need to make you tired, puppy.”

After a minute of sitting still you felt something else press against you before you were stretched out even more. You whined and hid your face in Wanda’s neck as Natasha filled you up with her cock. You could hear them both gently shush you as Nat stilled and let you adjust.

“You’re doing great, baby.” Natasha whispered as they both began slowly moving. “You’ll be sleeping in no time.”

You felt so full, both of their cocks moving in and out of you at the same time made your head spin. You started to gently suck on Wanda’s shoulder to soothe yourself, sleepiness starting to sink in.

“You wanna nom on mommy?” she said with a chuckle. “Go ahead, puppy, nom all you want while mommy and daddy helps you sleep.”

They would pull out almost fully before sinking back into you, enjoying the moans you let out in response. They silently nodded at each other before picking up the pace, determined to tire you out faster. They moved in and out of you, slowly stretching you out more as the pain started to ease up and all you felt was pleasure.

“Daddy…” you mumbled in between moans.

“Yes, baby?” Natasha said slightly out of breath.

You took her hand that was placed on your waist and moved it to your pussy, pressing it against your clit while still keeping your head against Wanda. “More.” you spoke quietly.

“Of course.” she said as she once again played with your clit, getting more moans out of you.

“You’re doing so amazing, puppy.” Wanda praised as she moved her hips up against you, filling you up deeper.

Your thighs started to shake as they continued to thrust into you, a tightening feeling forming in your stomach. You whimpered as you hugged your stuffed animal, still nomming on your mommy’s shoulder. You could hear them both moan while bucking their hips to move their cocks into you over and over again.

You whined as the feeling in your stomach grew, and you shut your eyes tightly. Soft gasps could be heard from you as you came, your hands squeezing your stuffie as your muscles tightened in pleasure. You felt something warm fill you up, but you were too tired to do anything other than lie against Wanda

“There we go.” Natasha breathed out before they started to move to lie down with you between them, not pulling out. She laid behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist as Wanda held onto you as well. “Good job, puppy.”

“Just sleep, baby.” Wanda muttered against your forehead. Your eyes closed as you relaxed into them, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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doromoni · 8 months

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Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

Max Verstappen x photographer!reader

Epilogue

fanfic + smau fic

faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warnings : nothing ig?

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

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Summary; Love is but a concept �� just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

Certainty is not a word to describe life, as change is constant, and nothing can tell what tomorrow may bring. No day is perfect, and no day is the same as the ones before. Everything changes and not all people in our lives actually stay, and not everything that we planned is fated for us — but maybe it’s actually for the best.

I thought that I had lost myself when a person that I loved parted from my life. I thought that my everything was over when Charles Leclerc left me.— well I did, and it did, but I found a better version of me in the end.

Now, I could honestly say that I’ve forgiven all that had been done. I am truly thankful for everything that had happened in the past, for what I have now couldn’t have happened because of it.

y/n_stills.

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We’ve decided that it was time that you all get to meet our most precious, baby girl. During the first few years of our baby, we have decided that it would be the best to keep her out of the spotlight and keep her to ourselves for the meantime. We hope that you understand and respect our decision and that everyone will show kindness to our angel.

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“Mommy, please hurry up! I don’t wanna miss Daddy’s race” and there goes my most precious little girl stomping her feet as she sped towards my legs hugging them in a death grip.

“I know, I know , my sweet . Mommy just needs a minute to fix my hair , then we’ll go see daddy, alright? Why don’t you choose which car you want Mommy to drive” I said trying to placate the pouting girl. Nodding eagerly, she dashed towards the garage.

She was a carbon copy of her dad, from her features to her attitude — She really was her daddy’s daughter alright. She even got his love for cars and his passion for the sport — I love her even more for it.

Hearing the small footsteps coming back, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Seeing my daughter bounce in excitement as she clutched the car keys in her tiny hands has brought the greatest of warmth to my heart. Zooming towards me she then pushed the keys to my hands, then making her way back to the garage. Looking down to key, a chuckle left my lips. As expected, my daughter knew what she wanted , her favorite — and of course it’s her daddy’s Ferrari 488 Pista.

After buckling my baby in her car seat, I drove us to the race circuit. Today was her first ever actual race and appearance to the public. Her father and I had agreed that it was about time to desensitize her to the motorsport world, since both of us are still active in our fields … plus she’s been begging to come with us rather than staying in with her nanny.

Feeling the excitement from my baby , as the circuit came nearer and fans wearing the colors of their teams rushing past our car — with some sending waves our way.

“Mommy, why are they saying hi? Are they friends?” My daughter asked with big eyes as she tried to take everything in.

“Yes sweetie, they are our friends! They also support daddy and other uncles’ racing.” I explained as I parked the car in the private lot.

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landonorris MY NIECE! MY NIECE! MY NIECE!

landonorris your favorite unkow wando is hereeee

y/n_stills. Hmmm favorite… sure.

oscarpiastri Mom! You brought Jillyyyyyy~ please let me babysit later! 🥺

y/n_stills. Well she did miss you

oscarpiastri YES! I promise I won’t leave her with lando!

Grabbing everything we need, I picked up my daughter and placed her on my hip. Her tiny arms circled my neck tightly growing shy from the attention we were getting from the fans as we walked through the paddock

“It’s ok baby. Mommy is here, their not gonna hurt you. Remember, they are our friends! Let’s go find your Daddy, hm?” I said soothingly as I placed a kiss on her forehead. Sensing that she was starting to get overwhelmed, I planned to move quicker to our motorhome, when a familiar voice shouted catching our attention.

“Y/N! Mon Petit Jillian! “

My Jillian physically perked up at the voice. Suddenly giddy , she squirmed at my hold. With a soft smile and with no choice but to let go , I looked at my daughter run towards the man with a squeal.

Jillian ran straight into the arms of Charles Leclerc.

———

“Charles, let’s talk please”

Here we are, where everything had all began. We are once again sitting beneath the stars , hidden from civilization, on the same beach where we poured our soul out for the world to hear.

He remained quiet as he looked at the crashing waves up ahead. Charles looked so peaceful, as if everything had finally fallen into place. Then a soft smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he looked straight into my eyes. Patting the place next to him as he looked back into the ocean, I then complied and took a seat beside him.

We sat their in complete silence, only savoring the peace that the both of us missed. He then spoke , his voice blending in with the sound of the waves crashing ahead of us.

“Do you really love him?” Charles had asked earnestly, there was no anger in his voice. His eyes were clear, holding only tranquility and peace.

“Yes, I do. I do love Max, so so much.” a smile growing , as I answered without a doubt. Charles turned silent again , this time closing his eyes. Yet , again a smile had shown in his lips, this time it reflected understanding acknowledgment, and then finally… acceptance.

“I was really a fool for what I did to you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being selfish and hindering you from your happiness . To be honest, I haven’t been alright for a while … even I don’t understand myself. I felt miserable and I felt that it wasn’t fair … and others should feel the same.”

“When I saw you getting along with everyone, I grew jealous and vindictive, specially when my entire family loved you instantly, I could never do that you know? I was blinded by my own faults, so I blamed you instead because it was easier. I had the mindset that you were mine and I that we should be hurting together… that you shouldn’t be happy when i’m not. I took everything out on you and you didn’t deserve any of it. Not at all. You deserve the entire world and more.”

Charles then looked back at me with the same eyes that looked at me when we first met — the same eyes that filled with the same spark… the spark of freedom.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything …. I’m letting you go. Be happy“

My tears gushed endlessly, as i choked on my sobs. Now Charles and I chanting a different promise to the same stars that witnessed our journey.

———

5 years had passed, and a lot has changed. All of us had moved on and had gone through with our lives. Everything has changed, all of us had matured to what we are now.

“How is my favorite little girl, doing? Did mommy let you play with the present I gave you?” Charles had lifted Jillian to his hip as he caught the toddler mid run. Rolling my eyes at the Monegasque driver, I went towards them.

“Noooooo , Uncle ChaCha! Mommy didn’t let me play with it yet! She said that I could play with it when I’m five!”

Seeing my daughter act petulant to her favorite uncle (Don’t tell Lando) brought a chuckle to the both of us.

“What? How dare Mommy say no to a princess?” Charles acted exaggeratedly

“ Well Mommy is the queen , and Daddy said that everyone should follow her orders” My baby said smartly.

“And Daddy stands by his statement! Mommy is always right!” Then the voice of my husband boomed behind me, and our daughter automatically jumping into her Daddy’s arms.

There stood with the biggest of smiles with our bundle of happiness, joy and love , our daughter settled in his arms, Max Emilian Verstappen , my husband, the father of our child, and the love of my life.

I didn’t need to hunt for affection any longer , Now I am surrounded by it .

Fin~

Thank you for reading, everyone 🤍

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chyckles · 5 months

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New traditions

━ A Dean Winchester one-shot

━ Pairings: dean winchester x spaniard!fem!reader; platonic sam winchester & spaniard!fem!reader

━ Summary: Where you and the boys travel to Spain to spend new years eve with your family.

━ Words: 3.7k

━ Warnings: just some suggestive comments here and there, and my bad English

━ A/N: I know, I know, a little late, but better late than never.

This is so self indulgent that I might cry. The family of the reader is not like mine, but I still feel like it's me, there, with Dean 🥺.

There are a lot of Spanish dialogues, I'm sorry, but the translation is right next to them. This was so confusing to write because of that, so I'm sorry if I made any mistake.

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Saying you miss your family is an understatement. It’s been six years since the last time you saw them, six long years where you’ve spent Christmas alone, where you have received the new year alone.

You moved to the United States because your boyfriend lived here. Then, after a few months you decided that you were in love with the idea of him, not with him at all; so you two broke up. You still didn’t return to home, you now had your life here: a job, friends and even a cat. Plus, after entering the hunting life, you didn’t want to bring it to them, it was far too dangerous.

But now things are different. You have Dean. And Sam. And you finally feel like you have found a second family. You have spent Christmas together, and although it wasn’t the most thematic celebration, you have enjoyed it like a child. Because after six years, you are not alone; you have someone who loves you and who wants to spend those special days with you.

You’re still nostalgic, though. You miss Spain, you miss your family, you miss your home.

“What’s on your mind?” Dean asks when he sees you lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, almost in trance.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter” you say, although it does matter. Christmas has been fun, really fun, and you don’t want to ruin it with your nostalgia and your longing.

“I know something’s in that pretty head of yours” he says as he makes his way to the bed. He then lays next to you, his arm behind your head. He smiles at you, that smile that you can’t deny anything to.

“I miss my family” you confess. It’s rare the times you talk about them “It still feels strange to celebrate Christmas without them”

“How long since you saw them for the last time?” he asks.

“Six years”

“Well, that’s a long time. It’s normal to feel like that” he says, rubbing your arm.

“Yeah, but I still feel… I don’t know, they probably miss me too, I just left them there and never came back”

“Hmm, we could always fly for New Year's Day, we still have time” he says. This surprises you, not only because Dean hates flying, but because of the nature of the offer.

You turn around so you’re half lying on top of him, your hand on his chest.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course, you deserve to spend that special day with your family” he says “I know you love these festivities, so it’s only fair to share them with the people you love”

You smile sweetly at him “I’m already spending them with the people I love”

He returns the smile and his hand travels to your cheek “You know what I mean, sweetheart. You deserve to meet them again, to spend that special day with them”

“But I don’t wanna bother you” you confess “It’s a very long flight, I know you hate flying. Plus, it’s a lot of work to do, a lot of preparations for just a few days”

“Don’t worry about me, I can handle it” he says softly “And we could stay there a few weeks, the monsters can wait”

You smile, hearing him really taking this seriously is making your heart all warm.

“I don’t even know if we could find tickets. We’ll have to leave tomorrow if we want to make it on time” you say, getting more comfortable with the idea.

“Leave that to me” he says.

You kiss his cheek and then rest your head on his shoulder. You feel his hand making small circles in your arm.

“Fine, but how are we gonna tell Sam? He’s not gonna be thrilled for a more than ten hours long fly”

“Oh? We’re taking Sam with us?” he says playfully.

“We’re not gonna leave him alone on New Year” you say, slapping his chest softly, also playful.

“Ouch” he fakes “Fine, we don’t leave him alone. I’ll tell him, leave it all to me, sweetheart. Just pack everything and be ready for tomorrow morning”

“I’ll be” you say softly “You really are a sweetheart, you know?”

“Oh, I know”

You hate seeing Dean in this situation, but well, he’s the one who put himself in it in the first place.

You’re on a plane, flying to Spain. And Dean hates planes, they make him anxious. He has his headphones on, listening to rock music to calm him down, but it’s not working, he’s all sweaty and nervous.

You sigh and hold his hand, rubbing it with your thumb. You take one of the earphone speakers and tell him:

“Why don’t we watch a movie? Maybe it would calm you down better. Or we can talk, distract yourself”

“Hmm, sure. A movie, fine” he says, erratic.

“C’mon, honey, we’re halfway through it, just a little more and we’ll be at land again. And in another continent, it would be fun, right?”

“Yeah, super fun”

You smile caringly and continue rubbing his hand “You’ll meet my family, doesn't that excite you?”

“Sweetheart, this is about calming me, not about me making me more nervous” he jokes.

You continue smiling at him, now with a light chuckle.

“Sorry, you’re right. But we’re gonna have fun, just wait and see” you can’t hide your excitement about meeting your family again.

He looks at you and sees the way you’re smiling, the way this excites you so much, and that’s what calms him down a bit. He tries to smile.

“What about that movie?” he asks, giving you one of the earphone speakers so you can listen to it together.

“I miss my baby” Dean complains as he drives the rented car through the city. After the plane, there’s still a few hours in the car to get to your home.

“C’mon, it’s just for a couple of days” you try to reason with him.

“I still feel like I’m betraying her” You and Sam can’t help but snort at that, he really is dramatic.

“It’s just a car, brother” Sam says, and you look at him with wide eyes, how could he?

“Just a car? Just a car?!”

“It’s not just a car, Sam” you try to calm the nerves “It’s… his baby”

“Yeah, listen to her, she knows what she’s saying” Dean says.

Sam scoffs and looks out the window with an amused smile.

“So, t/n, tell us about some Spanish traditions for New Years Eve” Sam says suddenly, intrigued.

“Have you heard about the grapes?”

“Yes” says Sam.

“No” says Dean.

“Well” you begin to explain “We eat a grape with each of the last twelve clock bells of the year, it’s said to bring luck for the new year”

“Twelve grapes in twelve seconds?” Dean scoffs “You Spaniards do have big mouths”

“Hey!” you protest playfully “It’s just the tradition here”

“I know, but it’s funny imagining you trying to fit twelve grapes in your mouth” he says, looking at you with a smile.

“Well, you’re now in Spain, so you’ll have to try it yourself” you challenge.

“Oh? Is that so?” he asks amused.

“Yeah” you laugh “Oh, and one thing I haven’t mentioned is that you’re gonna for sure enjoy the food. We have a tradition, at least at my hometown, not in the rest of the country, to eat roast food that day”

His mouth almost salivate at the thought “Hmm, what a good tradition”

“Yeah, right?” you laugh.

“Any more traditions we have to know about?” asks Sam from the back seat, eager to know.

“Not really. People celebrate it with their families until midnight, then they go partying, at clubs or bars” you answer “They usually throw fireworks, but I guess that’s a thing that we all share”

Sam nods and then yaws. It’s past 3 AM and you still have some time until you reach your hometown.

“You should sleep, Sam” you say, noticing his tiredness “I’ll keep the driver’s company”

He nods and rests his face in the door, trying to fall asleep.

“Talk to me about your family” says Dean after a few moments.

“Hmm, for beginners, don’t get scared, they’re pretty loud. We all Spaniards are”

“Oh, I’ve noticed that” he winks at you, and you hear Sam groaning in the back seat, embarrassed to be hearing about his brother’s sex life.

You both laugh at that.

“So… loud, hmm?”

“Yeah, we all shout a little bit. At moments you’re gonna think we’re fighting because of this, but it’s just us being ourselves”

He nods with a smile, and then he makes a face, worried.

“You think they’ll like me?”

“They’re gonna love you” you comfort him “You treat me well, that’s all they need”

“Yeah but… we are not going to be able to communicate, do they know English?”

You bit your lip “No. I grew up in a pretty poor family, most of them didn’t get to go to school, because they needed to work since young ages”

He nods, understanding “What about the young ones? Your cousins and your siblings?”

“They’re all too lazy to learn another language, even though it’s taught in school since we’re like 3” you scoff “I’m the only one who really cared about it”

“You’re kind of like the nerd in the family, hmm?” he jokes.

“They always make fun of me because of that, yeah” you laugh.

“They shouldn’t, it’s endearing” he reassures you.

“You only say that because you love me”

“Maybe” he reply with a smile.

“My mother is going to love you” you assure “She never got to meet Jake, but she loved him because he loved me”

He makes a face upon the hearing of your ex “What if she doesn’t? What if she thinks I’m too old, too messed up for you?”

“She’s gonna love you” you reassure you “She is the kindest woman you’ll ever meet. My father is also gonna love you, once he accept that I’m not just his girl anymore”

“You think so?”

“Yes, you actually have a lot in common once you think about it. He loves horror movies, but has a thing for dramatic movies in his heart. He loves rock music. Oh, and he loves driving”

“What car does he have?” he looks excited.

“I don’t know, you know I couldn’t name five car brands if it were a matter of life or death” you joke with a smile.

“Well, I’m gonna have a good conversation with him then. You’ll have to be our translator”

“Carefully, don’t fall in love with him”

He laughs at that “Oh, if he loves cars is gonna be hard”

You smile sweetly, loving hearing him laugh genuinely, without worries.

“What about your siblings?”

“Oh, my brother is gonna be hard. He’s always been a little protective over me, scared boys off when I was at high school” you laugh, remembering those old times.

He nods “Be careful with your brother, noted”

“My sister, on the other hand, is going to like you. She likes everyone”

“How is she?”

“The sweetest younger sister I could ask for, and also the most different from me. Think of any trait I have, well, she’s absolutely the contrary” you smile, you miss her the most “I always dragged her to the movies and begged her to play video games with me; she always dragged me to her obscure concerts and begged me to do makeup with her”

“Obscure concerts?” he says funnily.

“Oh yeah. You know, those bands that nobody knows, that play at bars that nobody visits” you laugh “She always dragged me to those, I never liked them, but came every time just to make her happy”

“You are a good sister”

“She is too” you assure.

He smiles at you briefly before turning his gaze towards the road again.

“Your family sounds amazing”

“They are amazing” you smile “Got on my nerves when I was a teen, but still amazing”

“Oh, you were a rebellious teen?” he asks mokinly.

“No, more of an emo one” you confess “But without the black clothes and the bad taste in music”

He scoffs at that “Talking about that, I’m dying to see the photos from when you were younger. I’m sure your mom would be thrilled to show them to me”

You whine “You really don’t have to see those”

“Oh, but I do, sweetheart, how could I live without seeing the little you in diapers?”

You spend the rest of the night in a motel, and the next morning, New Year’s Eve, you make your way to your home.

You had no time to warn your family you were coming, so it’s gonna be a surprising and teary reunion.

Once you are at the door, you bite your lip, nervous. You look back at the guys and both of them give you a comforting smile. You smile back and turn around to face the door.

You ring the bell. You hear noise inside the house, and the next thing you know, you’re face to face with your mother.

“Hola, mamá {Hi, mom}” you say with a bright smile. She doesn’t say anything, her face says everything. After a few seconds of shock, she makes her way to you and hugs you. She hugs you as strong as she can “Te he echado de menos {I’ve missed you}”

“Y yo a ti, cariño {Me too, darling}” then she separates from the hug and holds your face with both her hands “Estás guapísima, cielo {You’re so gorgeous, darling}”

Then she turns around and yells for your father to come. You smile remembering what you told Dean last night, about your family being loud.

“¿Qué? {What?}” he says, appearing at the door.

“Mira quien ha venido {Look who has come}” she says with a smile.

Your father looks past her and his eyes water at the sign of you. Your father has always been an emotional man.

“Cariño {Darling}” he whispers.

“Papá {Dad}” you say with a smile.

He comes, almost running, to your arms. You hug him tightly, after all, you haven’t seen him in six years.

“¿Qué haces aquí? No es que me queje {What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining}” he says once you separate.

“Hemos venido a pasar la nochevieja con vosotros {We’ve come to celebrate New Year’s Eve with you}” you say excited.

“¿Hemos…? {We’ve?}” your mother starts asking, then she realizes in the presence of Dean and Sam “¿Quienes son, cariño? {Who are they, darling?}”

You take a step back towards them and hold Dean’s hand.

“Mamá, papá, este es Dean. El novio del que os he hablado {Mom, dad, this is Dean. The boyfriend I’ve told you about}” you say proudly “Y él es su hermano, Sam {And that’s his brother, Sam}”

Dean doesn't understand a word you’re saying, Sam is just understanding some words. But they both smile, knowing that you’re presenting them.

“Encantado {Nice to meet you}” says Sam, he has spent the whole flight learning Spanish words and phrases.

“Yeah, whatever he said” nods Dean with an awkward smile.

You scoff “Dice que encantado de conoceros también {He says nice to meet you too}” you translate.

Your father takes a step and shakes Dean’s hand with a nod and a meticulous look.

“Encantado {Nice to meet you}” he says and Dean continues smiling awkwardly.

“Pasad, pasad {come in, come in}” says suddenly your mother with a big smile, gesturing for the three of you to come into the house.

You nod and, still holding Dean’s hand, make your way to the house where you grew up in.

Away from vampires, demons and shape-shifters, that’s the most amazing day that you spend in a long time. Your mother makes lunch for all of you, and tells embarrassing stories that you have to translate to Dean and Sam. She also insists on showing them your photos from when you were small, to Dean amusement. You spend the day reconnecting with two of the people you care most about in this whole world, and love every second of it, especially since the person you love the most is present.

You and Sam help your mother prepare the dinner for that night, meanwhile Dean and your father have a (not) interesting conversation about cars thanks to google translator. They seem to be getting along pretty well.

You’re making stuffed eggs and preparing some starters. You will make the meat later, once everyone is here. You explain to Sam while you cook:

“In Spain starters are very important, even more important than the main food for some people”

You hear Dean chuckling in the background and smile for yourself, your mother, of course, notices it.

“¿De verdad te gusta ese chico, hmm? {You really like that guy, hmm?}” she asks with a confidential smile.

“Sí, yo… le amo, mamá {Yeah, I… love him, mom}” you clarify.

“Y él te ama a ti, lo noto {And he loves you too, I notice it}” she smiles kindly. Then she approaches you and puts one of her hands on your cheek “Estoy muy feliz por ti, y porque hayas venido {I’m so happy for you, and because you have come}”.

“Fue su idea, en realidad {It was his idea, in fact}” you smile.

“Es un buen hombre, yo noto esas cosas {He’s a good man, I notice those things}”

“Realmente lo es {He really is}”

Then you hear the bell ring.

“Probablemente es tu hermano {It’s probably your brother}” your mother says.

It is indeed your brother. You’re so happy to see him. He’s always been like a role model for you, he’s a doctor, you’re so proud of him. After a teary reconciliation with you, he finally meets Dean. He scans him from head to toe, you can sense Dean’s nervousness, despite being taller and bigger than your brother.

“Nice to meet you” says your brother with poor English and a nod.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too” he nods, swallowing “Nice jacket” he adds.

“Nice…” he gestures to Dean’s clothes, not knowing the name of it in English.

“Flannel” you scoff.

“Ah, nice flannel” your brother nods again.

That’s the most awkward conversation you have ever seen, but at least it’s over.

The presentation with your sister is much more… different. She hugs him and gives him two kisses on the cheeks, leaving him astonished and flustered.

You laugh at his expression and explain: “In Spain is very common to meet people by kissing both their cheeks”

“Tu novio es guapo {Your boyfriend is cute}” she says with a devilish smile. Dean, somehow, understands this and gets even more flustered.

“Aww, you’re getting all red” you say to him with a teasing smile.

“Shut up” he whispers and turns around.

You hug him from behind and laugh “You look cute”

The rest of the guests keep coming, and suddenly the house is filled with laughter and loud talks.

Sam has taken a liking to one of your cousins and you give him a wink while she’s not looking. He gives you one of his looks and goes back to talk to her in his poor Spanish and her poor English.

“Sam is having fun” you say absently.

“Hmm, me too” Dean hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek “Your family is really amazing, they’re very… unique”

“Unique indeed” you laugh and turn your head to give him a peck in the lips “I love you”

“I love you too, beautiful” he says with a soft smile.

You eat dinner pretty late in Spain, so you begin it at 10. Meanwhile you eat, your father and uncle prepare the fire to cook the meat. The conversations around the table are loud and funny, and you translate some of them to Dean in a whisper.

“They’re talking about when we were small” you translate to him “My mother is saying my brother and my sister were angels, but I was a devil in disguise when we were babies. Says I used to bite her when I got my teeth”

He can’t help but chuckle at that and as nobody can understand you he says teasing: “You’re still having that habit of biting, you know”

“Hmm, you’re too irresistible not to bite you” you add also with a teasing smile.

“Hmm, am I?” he asks with one of those smiles, one of those smiles than sends your stomach do cartwheels.

“Ey, ¿de qué habláis vosotros dos? {Hey, what are you two talking about?}” one of your cousins interrupts you.

“Solo le traduzco {Just translating him}” you lie.

“¿Ah, sí? No sabía que había que estar tan cerca de alguien para traducir {Ah, yeah? I didn’t know you had to be so close to someone to translate}” he laughs and the rest of the family laughs too, embarrassing you. You can’t help but notice the cousin who’s talking with Sam laughs too, so you make your come back:

“Eh, tú no te rías tanto {Eh, you don’t laugh too much}” that makes the family laugh again, and Dean and Sam share a look, not understanding anything.

The dinner continues like this, between teasing, jokes and laughter. The dessert arrives, and with that sweets that Dean has never seen.

“Those are ‘mantecados’, they’re delicious. Although don’t abuse them, they’re full of fats” you explain to him when he takes a bite.

“They’re indeed delicious”

“Better than pie?”

“Never”

Without even realizing, the moment of eating the grapes arrives. Each one of you takes twelve grapes on their plates and looks excitedly at the TV, where the ring bells will sound live from ‘Puerta del Sol’.

“First we’ll hear the quarters, then, in the last twelve bell rings, we eat the grapes” you explain “They don’t have seeds, so you don’t have to worry about choking” you add.

He smiles at you and looks with excitement at the TV, where the presenters are talking. You can’t help but admire his pretty profile.

Finally, it is time. You start to eat the grapes, some of you laughing, some of you almost choking. At the end, only some of the older ones weren’t able to end all their grapes.

Dean looks at you and smile “Happy New Year, sweetheart”

“Happy New Year, Dean” you say and kiss him, the sweet taste of the grapes still lingering in your lips.

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hunieday · 10 months

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Isumi Haruka - Drama Collection Summer Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Haruka: Yotsuba～～

Tamaki: Isumin～～～～

Haruka: I win!!!

Tamaki: Shit!!! Just a bit more and I’d have killed you!!!!

Haruka: I’m better at quick maneuvers!

Tamaki: Jumping there was completely unfair!!!!! you’re only supposed to do fancy jumps during lives!!!!

Haruka: What are you even talking about lolololol if we’re talking about lives aren’t you the one who does fancy jumps the best 😒

Haruka: Anyway, the punishment game! You remember right? 🥺

Tamaki: I remember 🥺🥺

Tamaki: The loser treats the other the 5 yen loaf of bread

Tamaki: 😒😒😒

Haruka: All right! Get it tomorrow on our way home!

Tamaki: Fine!!! Only because I lost this time!!!!

Haruka: Sure, sure

Haruka:

Tamaki:

Tamaki: I'll invite Iorin too! I'll pay for his share

Tamaki: I offered before, I told him it looked yummy and he asked me, "What's the point of it having a 5 yen shape?” I’ve been thinking about that!

Haruka: That is something he’d say! lolol but I'm sure he'll look happy when you eat it. Maybe I'll invite him to a game next time.

Haruka: I wonder if he plays games.

Tamaki: Hmmm, I don't think he’s into that

Tamaki: But Iorin is good at everything!

Tamaki: I think he'll study it hard and use smart strategies like Nagicchi does.

Haruka: Ah! I think he's the type who’d use obstacles to his advantage!

Haruka: I don't think he'd rush into the front line like you 😏

Tamaki: Isumin is just like me in that regard!

Haruka: And yet I still won today!

Tamaki:

Haruka:

Haruka: If you say "Please teach me, Isumi-senpai!” I could coach you, you know??

Tamaki: You're not my senior!!

Tamaki: By the way, the other day I almost used honorifics with you without realizing it.

Tamaki: Because of the drama we filmed…

Haruka: You know, I felt really uncomfortable at first when you used honorifics with me.

Haruka: I don't want a junior who’s taller than me lolol

Tamaki: Even though he's tall, he's still a cute junior 🥺

Tamaki: "I'll be in a band with my senior!” something like that

Haruka: Well, Yotsuba in the drama was somewhat cute.

Haruka: He was too timid to express his own opinion. He has a talent for composing, but he lacked confidence. 🥺

Tamaki: Hehe

Tamaki: Ismin was really good too. He gave me a boost when I was feeling down about my lack of self-confidence .

Haruka: You mean when he sang a cappella?

Tamaki: Yeahhh!!

Tamaki: "I want to show off to the world that there's someone who can write such amazing songs!”, and then he sang for us!

Tamaki: He's a great senior!

Haruka: I like that part too! I felt great to have had the OK from the first take!

Haruka:

Tamaki: We had a great time singing by the beach together!

Haruka: No, I wanted to practice by myself!?

Tamaki: Ismin was singing so passionately that I couldn't stop myself from joining.

Haruka: Touma and Izumi's brother came as well. I thought something happened lol

Tamaki: Really felt like a youthful moment

Haruka: Well, I guess…

Tamaki: Speaking of youth, I forgot to do my English homework for tomorrow.

Haruka: Weird way to remember but I’m glad you did at least?!

Haruka: We’ll have a mini test on the vocabulary from this homework.

Tamaki:

Tamaki: I'm gonna be terminated

Haruka: Well, it's gonna be in the 5th period, so try to do your best during recess or something [pudding cheer]

Tamaki: If I get a bad grade again, XXrin and XXX-chan will get mad at me, please teach me, Isumin!!!!!

Haruka: Your nicknames are so unique that censoring them is pointless lololol

Tamaki: Isumin-senpai, please teach me 🥺 I'm your cute classmate too !!

Haruka: Don't call yourself cute lolololol Why don't you ask Izumi to teach you

Tamaki: Iorin will be away for work tomorrow morning, you’re my only hope!!!! Isumin!!!!!!!!!

Harukau: Ugh, I have no choice…

Haruka: Pay me back with melon bread from the store 😑

Tamaki: even though you’re also gonna get the 5 yen bread?

Tamaki: You really like bread, Isumin…

Haruka: You’re a nuisance lololol it’s a promise then!!

Haruka:

Tamaki:

#isumi haruka #yotsuba tamaki #zool #idolish7 #idolish7 translation #i7 #ainana #id7 #idolish seven #drama collection #rabbitchat

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ihavemanyhusbands · 3 months

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This might sound pathetic but can we get a lil hurt/comfort with Duncan? 🥹

He's in his cabin in during a harsh winter evening when he nears a knock on the door, it's the reader, beaten and bruised and she's looking for shelter. Duncan takes care of her wounds and ends up holding her to sleep since she's scared of the sounds of the thunders outside 🥺

NOT PATHETIC AT ALL IT WOULD BE MY ABSOLUTE HONOR TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU!!!!! (I love this idea sm thank you!!!!!)

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Duncan thought you were a dream at first; a snowy mirage. Frost clung to your hair, lashes, and eyebrows. Your lips had taken on a purplish hue, and you were clearly scraped and battered, trembling all over.

He pulled you inside as soon as his shock passed. Wordlessly, he led you in front of the fireplace and went to fetch a blanket. He wrapped it around you and went to find his first aid kit as you stayed staring emptily at the fire.

He knelt in front of you, but you didn’t seem to notice him. He was a large man and had a self described “mean mug”, so he was very much intimidating to others. But he was surprised that you didn’t even flinch at his nearness.

“Can you tell me your name?” He asked, his gravelly voice soft as he could make it. “Or what happened to you?”

You turned your head towards him, blinking once. Your body was still trembling slightly, but at least your lips had recovered their normal color. His gaze lingered there for just one second too long, and then he met your gaze again.

He surmised you were in shock, not having said one word yet, your eyes unable to really focus on anything. You let him take your hands to examine the scratches on your arms, and he set out to carefully patch them up.

When you first said your name, he could barely hear it, but he looked up in surprise at the fact you’d spoken. He prompted you to repeat it, and you said it just a little louder.

“I crashed my car. The snow was too dense, and I just couldn’t see anything… I don’t even know what I hit. I just saw your cabin and stumbled over here…” you murmured. “It was all so fast. I’m so sorry for intruding, I just… didn’t want to freeze.”

“Don’t apologize, you did what you had to do,” he said. “My name is Duncan. Sorry that we’re meeting under these circumstances, but I’ll do my best to help you.”

“Thank you,” you said, and it was then that you broke down crying.

For a moment he was unsure what to do, but then he got up to get you some tissues. The sounds of the storm outside only worsened as he continued to take care of your wounds. He was relieved to find nothing was broken or bleeding too profusely.

You wept quietly for a little while longer, letting all the fear and adrenaline wash over you and leave your system. He boiled some water for tea and offered you some stew that he’d also had for supper, which you took gratefully.

He started making a bed on the couch for you, but then he saw you almost jump out of your skin at the sound of thunder. He couldn’t blame your nerves for being all frayed after the accident.

“U-um, could I maybe…?” You started to ask, and he nodded immediately.

“You can sleep on the bed. I promise I will not do anything to you,” he said reassuringly. “We’ll see how it’s looking tomorrow. If the weather’s good, I could drive you into town to get a tow truck.”

You nodded, your body visibly sagging in relief. “I’m tired, I think I’m going to go to sleep now if that’s okay.”

You slid into his bed sheepishly, curling up with the extra blanket he had given you. He finished up some things before joining you, keeping a respectful distance — at least as much as his bed would allow.

“Thank you,” you said again, looking at his profile as he lay on his back. “I owe you my life.”

Those words hit him hard in the chest. After so long of being a harbinger of death, of wielding it so closely, it was a welcome reprieve to save someone.

You snuggled closer to him, searching his warmth in your semi-conscious state. He wrapped an arm around you, more than content to pretend he wasn’t completely alone at least for one night.

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#duncan vizla x reader #duncan vizla fanfiction #the black kaiser x reader #polar fanfiction #minors dni

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khazadspoon · 5 months

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If you're still doing prompts can I request #24 Blondie/Tuco? 👉👈🥺

I definitely am!!! I’m up for prompts anytime. If you see one you like whether I’ve reblogged a list or not just send ‘em over!!

24: “That’s a very stupid idea.”

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“I suggest we bury the gold, a few thousand in each location, and mark it on a map so we can find it again later.”

Blondie didn’t look impressed.

“That’s a very stupid idea.”

Ah. He definitely wasn’t impressed, then.

“Is it? Well, my friend, I think it’s better than taking it all to the same bank. All it takes is the wrong person finding out and then… Boom! The wall is blown up, the safe is gone, and so is our gold! Take it from me, Blondie; robbing a bank is hard but it isn’t impossible.”

He snatched the cigar from Blondie’s lips and took a drag, blew the smoke out in rings as his partner contemplated his unquestionable statement. He could tell Blondie knew he was right. They had both seen the effect of a bank being robbed, had both heard the (slightly exaggerated) list of Tuco’s crimes at more than a handful of short-lived executions. Tuco was no fool.

Blondie thoughtfully rubbed at his chin before taking the cigar back more delicately than it had been taken from him. He pressed his tongue to the end, bit down on it and rolled it from one side of his mouth to the other as though trying to savour the taste. The motion was captivating and Tuco forgot what they were arguing about for a moment.

He mentally shook himself and patted Blondie’s thigh. “Besides… if we both know where it all is, we both have equal responsibility for it right? If something happens, it’ll be just the two of us to blame.”

Blondie levelled him with a look that spoke volumes. It told Tuco he wasn’t happy with the plan, but that it was going to happen despite his feelings on the matter. It was a look Tuco had begun to know very well after finding his ex-partner and now no longer ex-partner with several thousand dollars already spent on liquor and horse tack. And a new pair of boots. And a gun cleaning set that looked far too expensive for what it did.

“Blondie,” he drawled, shuffling closer on the hard dirt and leaning against the taller man, “trust me. I’ve got as much to lose as you have. Maybe more, since I haven’t spent mine yet.”

Blondie smiled, slow and soft and just a little affectionate, the smile he only smiled when it was Tuco he was looking at. “You haven’t spent it yet. And that’s only because you were looking for me.”

Tuco sighed perhaps a little more dramatically than was needed. He rested his hand on Blondie’s thigh and squeezed lightly, didn’t miss the way that smile faltered at the pressure. “I’ll always come looking for you, amigo. We are bound together, you and I, for good or for bad. Why d’you think you can’t get rid of me, eh? There are forces at work stronger than fate when it comes to the two of us.”

Tuco found himself faltering as a hand dropped onto his atop Blondie’s thigh. Their fingers wove together and Blondie squeezed his hand gently. “Yeah,” he said under his breath, “I guess there are.”

His pulse skipped as Blondie watched him for a long time, his body relaxed but something tensing below the surface. For a moment, just a moment, it seemed as though Blondie might kiss him. Tuco kind of hoped he would.

But the man took his hand away and used a stick to poke and prod at the fire.

“Get some sleep, Tuco. We’ll have to figure out some locations tomorrow.”

Tuco bedded down for the night, not sleeping as well as he wanted, still thinking of that moment where anything could have happened.

Forces stronger than fate, he thought, what a strange world they lived in.

#blonco #the good the bad and the ugly #tuco ramirez #Blondie #I love them your honor and I love their weird connection that can’t be broken

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 8 months

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Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Seven: "To You Who Are So Lovely" - Ending

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping.

This one reads a bit like a love letter left for MC, it's another sweet one:

…Indeed, the sand in the hourglass has fallen. It appears my day with you is over. (I'M DISTRAUGHT TOO DW BEAUTIFUL) In this way, every moment trickles into another ceaselessly…yes, forever. Even now as I say it, the word “forever” drives a painful wedge in my heart. I often wonder at the essence, the weight that word carries--so often spoken with admiration and yearning by humankind.

I think this is the first time in my life I ever went "philosopher (affectionate)" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I could listen to him all day [contented sigh]

I know very well…just how heartbreaking it is. I was shaken by that never-ending, pathless darkness…until you gave me the hope of “now.” A vampire who lives forever, and a woman who lives a finite life, hoping for a better tomorrow. I’m not sure what will become of my love for you that sprouted at the boundary between “forever” and “now.” …But I promise you this. I will never let you go. When I give you eternal love… Let’s spend that time together.

Man the way I act up when I hear fictional man say "I will never let you go" [INSERT LOUD BARKING] it's a promise, Abel 🥺💜

It may turn out to be a bumpy road…but, don’t worry. We’ll take every step of the way hand-in-hand. When I get lost…you’re so kind and strong It makes me sure that if we do ever get lost, we’ll worry about it together, and find answers together. Like a waltz, let’s take each other’s hands…and live together.

Okay all my usual court jester energy aside, I really am so fond of this motif throughout his stories. This idea that being in a relationship is about being there for each other, about promising the other will never be alone. I guess they really just embody what marriage is at its best, for me? Like not necessarily that there's only one way to be married, but that it should be about helping each other and caring about each other? Building a life and sharing that happiness, an enduring love that grows the more two people are together.

Holding hands and dancing, I'm so...

And one day, I’m sure I will… …I’m sure that I’ll turn you into a vampire. At that time, let’s live together forever. From the moment I met you that day, in Paris of the 21st century…it felt like the frozen hands on the clock of my life began to move. I was determined that I would never fall in love with a human again. I was moved by your pure and single-minded thoughts, and I wanted your love. A year later, ten years later, one hundred years of accumulating this “now” I’ve received from you… In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me. I found you in eternity…I love you, and I will dedicate my pureblood life to your fate--

If y'all need me I will be wasting away, ty--

"In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me." I WANT THAT TOO, GORGEOUS

Man the way my brain is just so: the only kind of man I want is one that can go "I wanted your love 🥺👉👈" and "I wanted her blood to run down my mouth." AT THE SAME TIME

It's about the multi-faceted yearning 🤌🏼

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp mc #he is the sweetest????? wtf #i swear if i saw a letter like this left for me i would probably actually die of cuteness #the way he's just so '🥺👉👈tg?'#and im just resisting every urge to TACKLE him like 'YES OF COURSE TG FOREVER'#aight but fr comte and mc are def that couple that exchanges love letters unironically #not like every day but once in a while when they're Really Feeling It #am i mushy and ridiculous? probably #but i am cringe and i am free #i cant hear you over the sound of me clutching comte's letter to my chest like some kind of Austen protagonist #okay but why do i see leo being nosy just to get a rise out of him and rooting through comte's drawers #and nearly finds them #but comte grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him out #no cigarillos for our boy for a week bad kitty (poor leonardo)#the letters were subsequently concealed in an ornate box he hid in [location censored]#brain: hol'up. no he'd leave all the mushy letters out just to fk with leo but the raunchy ones are def going in the special box #me: my god...psychological warfare...#comte: emotional vulnerability gives him hives; it's equivalent to watching a person with lactose intolerance eat ice cream on purpose #me: KJHLGHJFDSJHFJADHLGDHFJKSGLHJK #honestly idc what mc says watching these two squabble is legit the best full time job out there #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #baguettosaurus

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