#cause literally from the moment you look at me I’d be blushing

[alyrasturnz]

desperately need nerd!matt hcs from u

SO HIGHSCHOOL

❐ summary » "you know how to ball, i know aristotle"

❐ pairings » nerd!matt x popular!reader

❐ warnings » nonee

❐ a/n && w/c » im trying to do all my hc requests cause i've literally been neglecting them  • 1.47k

┆ nerd!matt who is always shy around you, but secretly admires you from afar. he’s the kind of guy who blushes every time you talk to him or even look his way.

» amidst the cacophony of the bustling school hallways, your eyes land on matt, the quiet, introspective soul who perpetually immerses himself in the world of books. today, as you navigate through the throng of students, a spontaneous urge compels you to break the silence and greet him.

“hey, matt!" you exclaim with a buoyant tone, your voice cutting through the ambient noise with a cheerful resonance.

matt glances up, his eyes widening in astonishment. a crimson hue swiftly creeps across his cheeks, and he clumsily juggles the books in his hands. "h-hi, y/n," he stammers, struggling to maintain eye contact.

you smile warmly, taking note of the subtle pink hue that spreads across his ears. "how's it going? what are you reading today?"

he casts a fleeting glance down at the book cradled in his hands, then looks back up at you, his blush intensifying to a deeper shade of crimson. "oh, um, it's just... a book on astrophysics," he mumbles, his voice a blend of excitement and nervousness.

"astrophysics? that sounds really interesting!" you exclaim, your eyes widening with genuine admiration. "you'll have to tell me about it sometime."

matt's heart quickens at your words. he nods, attempting to steady his voice. "y-yeah, i'd like that."

as you walk away, you can't help but notice the shy smile that lingers on his face, and you feel a warm flutter in your chest. little do you know, matt is already eagerly anticipating the next opportunity to converse with you.

┆ nerd!matt who helps you with your homework, and in return, you help him come out of his shell. you spend hours together, and matt starts feeling more confident because of your encouragement.

» "hey matt, can you help me with my homework again? i’m really struggling with this math problem," you ask, your soft smile barely hiding the hint of desperation in your eyes.

matt adjusted his glasses, his fingers lingering on the frames for a moment. he leaned in closer to the problem, his brow furrowing in deep concentration, a thoughtful expression settling on his face as he absorbed the details. "sure, let’s see what we’ve got here. oh, this one’s actually pretty interesting. it’s all about quadratic equations."

you smiled, a sense of calm washing over you, as the tension in your shoulders eased and your breathing steadied. "you always make it sound so easy. i don’t know what i’d do without your help."

matt blushed slightly, a modest grin forming on his lips, his cheeks tinged with a faint rosy hue as he tried to hide his growing embarrassment. "well, you’re getting better at it. you just need a bit more practice."

hours passed as you worked together, solving problems and sharing stories. the room was filled with the quiet hum of concentration, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter that echoed softly against the walls, weaving a tapestry of camaraderie and shared effort.

you looked at matt, your eyes reflecting a deep admiration, the kind that spoke volumes of unspoken respect and appreciation for his unwavering dedication and thoughtful demeanor. "you know, matt, you’re really good at this. have you ever thought about tutoring more people? you’d be great at it."

matt glanced down, a shy smile playing on his face, his eyes momentarily avoiding yours as a subtle blush crept up his cheeks, revealing a quiet vulnerability. "i’ve thought about it, but i’m not sure if i’d be good at explaining things to others."

you shook your head, your voice filled with encouragement. "are you kidding? you’re amazing! you’ve helped me so much. plus, you’re really patient. i think you’d be fantastic."

matt’s confidence seemed to grow, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound determination. "thanks, that means a lot. maybe i’ll give it a try."

you nodded, your smile warm and genuine. "you totally should! and hey, if you ever need help with anything, i’m here for you too. we’re friends, right?"

matt smiled warmly, the connection between you both feeling stronger than ever. "yeah, we are. thanks for believing in me."

┆ nerd!matt who gets flustered when you invite him to hang out with your friends. he’s not used to the attention, but you make sure he feels included and comfortable.

» you and your friends were deep in conversation, laughing about some old stories. you noticed matt was unusually quiet, sitting at the edge of the group, looking a bit lost.

you leaned in closer, your voice carrying a gentle, almost melodic tone. "hey matt, you okay? you’ve been pretty quiet."

he glanced up, his eyes widening in surprise, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "oh, yeah, i'm fine. just... not used to this, i guess."

you offered him a warm, reassuring smile, your eyes conveying a depth of understanding and empathy. "we're really glad you're here. your thoughts matter too. anything on your mind?"

matt hesitated for a moment, his uncertainty lingering, before a tentative smile slowly spread across his face, his posture easing into a more relaxed demeanor. "thanks. i guess i'm just getting used to being around more people."

one of your friends, noticing the exchange, interjected thoughtfully, "yeah, matt, jump in anytime! we're all friends here."

you nodded, a sense of relief washing over you as the atmosphere seemed to lighten. "exactly. you're one of us, matt."

he appeared to relax further, his smile broadening and becoming more genuine. "thanks, guys. it means a lot."

┆ nerd!matt who writes you sweet, thoughtful notes and leaves them in your locker. you find these little gestures incredibly endearing and look forward to them every day.

» you stood by your locker, a smile spreading across your face as you discovered yet another sweet note tucked inside. it had become a daily ritual, one that you cherished deeply.

"another one from matt?" a friend inquired, their curiosity piqued by the evident joy radiating from your expression.

"yeah," you responded, carefully unfolding the paper to unveil his heartfelt and thoughtful words. "he's so sweet. these little notes make my day."

your friend flashed a knowing grin, their eyes twinkling with amusement. "he's got it bad for you. what does this one say?"

you began to read aloud in a clear and deliberate voice, allowing each word to resonate with the surrounding air, "two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one."

your friend's eyes widened, a mixture of astonishment and intrigue dancing within her gaze. "wow, he's got it bad for you. have you talked to him about it?"

you nodded, a gentle warmth spreading through you, like the first rays of dawn touching the earth. "not yet, but i think i will. these notes... they mean a lot to me."

as you closed your locker, anticipation bubbled within you, eager for the next note and the potential conversation it might spark, weaving a tapestry of words and emotions yet to be discovered.

┆ nerd!matt who stands up for you when you need it most, showing that he’s not just a quiet bookworm but someone who deeply cares about you. you realize just how special he is.

» you found yourself in the midst of a heated argument with gadiel, your ex, emotions running high and words cutting deep. as the tension reached its peak, matt, the quiet and unassuming bookworm, approached with an unexpected resolve in his eyes.

"you never listen!" you exclaimed, your frustration bubbling over like a pot left too long on the stove, threatening to spill over and scorch everything in its path.

gadiel sneered, his lip curling with a disdain that cut through the air like a sharpened blade, "maybe if you weren't so—"

before he could finish, matt stepped in, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and resolve, yet carrying an unmistakable note of determination. "maybe if you had half a brain, you'd realize she's worth listening to."

gadiel appeared momentarily stunned, his usual composure shattered by the unexpected turn of events. "oh, look, the nerd speaks."

matt retorted with a fierce intensity, his eyes locking onto gadiel's with an unyielding resolve that left no room for doubt. "better a nerd than a jerk who doesn't appreciate what he had."

gadiel scoffed, his bravado crumbling as he found himself bereft of any further retorts. "whatever," he muttered, turning and walking away.

you turned to matt, feeling a surge of profound gratitude and deep admiration welling up within you. "thanks, matt. i didn't know you had it in you."

matt's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, yet he held your gaze with unwavering steadiness. "i care about you, more than you know."

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[shroomdreams]

Fish Out Of Water

Jiyan x F!Mermaid!Reader

NSFW

CW: Strangers-to-Lovers, porn with plot, monster reader, light angst in the middle, first time, lots of foreplay, unprotected sex, p in v, cumming inside. A/N: I didn’t mean for it to get this long. I’m so sorry yall, I hope you guys enjoy! 6.5k words

Miles off the coast of a settlement in Tiderise Cliff, underneath the waves, a strange being gazes upwards and dreams of the breaching the unknown. You are a creature of the waters, some may call a siren. However, you don’t have aspirations of drowning sailors or anything remotely similar. Simply put, you want to learn more of the strange world above the waters you call home. The one thing that stops is that you don’t exactly look like the “humans” that populate the world. Few times your head pokes out of the water, they’ve mistaken you for something called a “Tacet Discord.”

Still, it didn’t deter you from observing them, watching how their bodies moved. You gained a better understanding of the human form after a year or two of observing them. Despite this, your plans to explore the land was interrupted by the chaos ravaging the area. You hid in the water, hoping for things to calm down.

When they did, you heard that there will be a festival celebrating the defeat of an enormous Tacet Discord. This was your chance! Even if you couldn’t stay for too long, this was your moment to take in the human culture and be among them. However, your first steps were rather shaky… Both literally and figuratively. For one thing, it was a massive learning curve trying to balance on legs, and you fell face first into the sand. Still, you had to press on, holding yourself onto a rock for stability.

“Excuse me, ma’am!” A voice sounds from afar. Looking up, you see a group of humans wearing the same outfits marching towards you. A few of them are looking away as they approach, while the leader of the squad walks up to you. “Are you alright? You took a fall over there…” He says, a light blush on his cheeks.

“Uhm… I’m okay, thank you.” The nervous look on their faces make you apprehensive. The leader scratches the back of his head, clearing his throat.

“That’s good. Have you been attacked in some way?”

“Er, no… I don’t think so.”

The humans seem to look at each other with a certain look, one you can’t really parse. The leader steels his gaze and straightens his back. “I see… Well, you should come with us. It’s dangerous out here. While we have dealt with the threnodian threat, we can’t be too sure…”

So you find yourself with a cloak wrapped around your shoulders, shielding your body from the sunlight as you walk among the humans. You learn that they were dispatched to patrol the perimeter around the settlement to make sure there’s minimal Tacet Discord interference. When you reach the settlement, the leader tasks for some of the humans to go back to patrolling while he and a few others make sure you’re okay.

“We’ll just conduct a quick medical examination, miss.” The woman in the white robe explains. You find yourself inside a tent with all sorts of important looking devices inside, sitting on an elevated surface. “Please tell me if there’s any sort of discomfort.” The woman presses a few instruments to certain parts of your body, sticking a tube in your mouth and taking it out after a certain point. She scribbles something on her clipboard.

“Your vitals are normal, and there doesn’t appear to be anything wrong.” The woman says. “However, there are still a few things I’d like to confirm. Would you mind waiting here for a moment?” After you nod, she walks outside.

“How is she?” A man in teal attire would ask. The woman bites her lip, looking at her notes.

“Results show me that she’s a normal human, but I noticed a few aberrations on her legs. They look like fish scales… and I spotted a tacet mark on the back of her neck. As for any injuries, there’s also a scar on her shoulder. I suspect that it was caused by a bullet.”

“So we have an unidentified resonator who seemingly washed up on the beach…” He rests his chin on his hand, eyebrows scrunched together. “This is troubling. Maybe the result of an exile attack?”

“Considering the patrollers found her without any clothes…”

The silence hangs for a brief moment.

“She didn’t mention any hostility, but we can’t be sure if she blocked out the memory or if she’s actively avoiding the subject. Either way, General, I suggest we handle this delicately.”

“Very well. Have someone bring her clothes. I’ll go talk with her, see if we can make a breakthrough.”

Back inside, you perk up when the tent flaps open, revealing a man with dark teal hair and golden eyes. You note the scales on his face as he takes a stool and sits down, making you look down at him. He smiles at you.

“Hello. How are you feeling, miss?”

You can’t help but smile back, leaning in a bit. “I’m feeling fine, thank you.” You pause. “Uhm, that woman from earlier… Is she coming back?”

“Ah, Dong Mei will return shortly. I’d like to introduce myself. I am Jiyan of the Midnight Rangers.”

Midnight Rangers… That must be the group who found you. From his attire, you get the feeling Jiyan must be someone important to them. The presence of someone like Jiyan suddenly fills you with unease, your eyebrows knitted together with worry as you shuffle awkwardly. Noticing your tension, Jiyan holds his hands up.

“Please, there’s no need to be worried. I merely want to know how you’re currently feeling, that’s all.”

“Well… I feel fine.” You answer honestly. “It’s a bit strange to have this many people care about me. I uhm, I would have thought strangers would be treated differently.”

Jiyan frowns at your reply. “Forgive me, but it’s troubling to hear you say such a thing. What makes you think we’ll just show you door?”

“Uh…”

The words struggle to form a coherent sentence in your mind, staring at Jiyan as you try and supply him with an answer. Nothing happens, leaving you in silence, your hands resting on your lap.

…You decide to change the subject.

“This settlement… They’re celebrating a festival soon, aren’t they?” You ask.

“Yes. Were you planning on attending?”

“Mhmm.” You nod. “It’s actually my first time here. I don’t really know of the customs or any of the rules.” You don’t mention the brief flash of sadness in Jiyan’s eyes as you speak. “I want to spend some time here, if only for a little while. I’ll be gone by the time the festival concludes.”

“Do you have a place to stay for a while? The festival wouldn’t be ready in two days.” Jiyan asks. When you shake you head, he closes his eyes in thought. “…If it doesn’t discomfort you, you can stay with us here until the festival. Will that be alright?”

“Really? But wouldn’t I be a burden to you?”

It’s Jiyan’s turn to shake his head. “Not at all. We have more than enough resources to accommodate one civilian. Now come along, we should get you cleaned up.”

“Oh, I see. Thank you.”

That’s the end of that conversation, apparently, as Jiyan leads you outside. Throwing your cloak on, you follow Jiyan towards a wooden house. “You can take showers here, if needed.” Jiyan explains.

”Dong Mei will come here with your clothes.”

You walk inside the house. Leaving your cloak on a cubby, you walk further inside and find yourself in a room filled with tiny bodies of water, with a few people already inside. You timidly make your way over a pool, surrounding yourself in the water. The warm temperature of bath is way different than the cold sea you grew up in, but it’s pleasant. You scrub away the grains of sand from your face and allow yourself to be cleansed by the water.

After a moment of soaking in the water, you remove yourself from the bath and dry yourself off with a towel. “Hello, miss!” Ah, that must be Dong Mei. You poke your head out and see the doctor from before holding a bundle of clothes. “A helpful couple gave us these clothes, said it’s a hand-me-down from their daughters.”

Indeed, you’re now wearing a modest dress that makes you blend in with the crowd. You giggle, twirling around to make the skirt flare up a bit. After a bit of thinking, you decide to keep the cloak on you. Jiyan smiles when he sees you walk out the bath house with Dong Mei in tow.

“Did you enjoy the bath house?”

“I did. I haven’t had a bath like that ever!” You giggle, clapping your hands. Jiyan laughs along side you. “Uhm, now that I’m clean, may I go down and see the preparations? I know you said the festival wouldn’t be ready for a while, I just don’t want to be idle.”

“It’s no problem. Would you want me to accompany you?”

Dong Mei’s eyes widen, darting towards to Jiyan then to you. A mischievous smile grows on her face as Jiyan blinks, processing the words that escaped from his mouth. “Oh look at that! Haoran and the others came back. I’ll just leave you in the General’s capable hands.” She quickly makes a strategic exit, leaving you alone with Jiyan.

“...Ahem. Well, shall we?”

“We shall.”

The hustle and bustle of the settlement makes for an energetic environment. You ooh and ahh even at the slightest things. Jiyan smiles as he watches your reactions, chuckling as you point out items and decorations.

“Oh! Jiyan, what’s this flower called?” You pick up a pink flower with five petals, inhaling its scent. “I’ve never smelled something so sweet before… Can I eat it?”

“I’d advise you to not do so.” Jiyan replies. “This is a Pecok flower. Usually, the artisans would use it to make seals for important documents. It’s a pretty one.” He looks you in the eye as he speaks, gently taking the flower from you. He brushes the hair from your face, setting the plant in your hair. A slight blush graces your cheeks at the gesture, eyeing the flower from the corner of your vision.

You spend the rest of the day strolling around, pointing out some oddities and asking Jiyan for his opinion. As the sun sets, you realize that you have no idea where exactly to go. Despite the general saying that you could stay in camp, you aren’t entirely sure where exactly you’re supposed to stay at.

“Jiyan,” You look up at him with a small frown. “Where am I going to sleep?”

Jiyan is silent for a moment. “If it it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, then perhaps you could stay with me?”

Your eyes light up, beaming at Jiyan. “That’s really nice of you. Thank you Jiyan!”

Settling in for the night, you change behind a screen and into your night clothes, which is just Jiyan’s shirt. You place the Pecok Flower somewhere safe, kissing one of the petals before going back to your cot. It was actually Jiyan’s first, but he insisted you take it while he takes the sleeping bag. Yawning, you roll over and flash a smile to him.

“Goodnight Jiyan.”

“Goodnight.”

Laying on your back, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep…

In the wee hours of the morning, Jiyan wakes up first. He stifles a yawn, sitting up and stretching his neck. The sun hadn’t even breached the horizon, the firmament cradling the stars in its embrace. He turns to look at your sleeping figure. Your head is titled to the side, drool running from your mouth and staining his pillow. He takes in how your chest rises and falls, the fabric of his shirt riding up to reveal some of your more intimate parts.

The way the neckline droops downward, nearly exposing one of your breasts, while the hem of his shirt just barely covers your rear… Jiyan gulps, his throat suddenly feeling dry. He lays back down. A tangled mess of feelings creates a tapestry of emotions, hung up by his conscience.

You were a resonator who came from out of the blue, with an unknown past and naked as the day you were born. Would he be like the people who had done you harm, Jiyan wonders as he palms himself, shame creeping in his mind. He freezes when you yawn, turning his head to see you smack your lips and adjust your position, facing away from him.

…He decides to take an early bath.

When you wake up, Jiyan is nowhere to be found. Taking a spare robe and your daily clothes, walking to the bathhouse under the slowly rising skies. As you shuck off Jiyan’s shirt, you pause when you hear groaning from somewhere in the bathhouse. When you peek through the door way, your hands fly up to cover your mouth when you see Jiyan doing… something. Urged by your instincts, you quickly turn away as he lets out a loud groan, panting at the end.

“U-Uhm… Is anyone in here?”

He jolts in surprise, hearing your voice. “I-It’s me.” He replies, quickly throwing a towel over his lower half as you walk inside the space.  You look elsewhere as you make your way to the pool, setting down your towel before you slip in.

“Good morning, general.” You timidly greet, looking up at him as you sink into the water. Jiyan mumbles out his own greeting, unwilling to meet your gaze. The two of you sit in silence, accompanied only by the chirping of birds outside. Jiyan can’t help but sneak glances towards you.

“...Jiyan, are you okay? Your face is all flushed.”

“Ah- No need to worry about me. I just… Had to take care of something earlier.”

“I see…”

Ever bashful, you sink further down while only your head pokes out of the water. “If you want, you can uhm, join… me…” Your words trail off, too embarrassed to say the rest. Still, you perk up when Jiyan decides to indulge you, the water rippling as he sits down.  Though you aren’t exactly sure of the  proper bath etiquette, you decide to move closer to Jiyan. The general says nothing, though he rests a hand on your shoulder.

“...This scar. How did you get it?”

“Oh, that.” You look to your shoulder, tracing a finger over your scar. “Well… It’s a bit of a funny situation. I remember swimming in the waters, diving down to the sea floor to collect shells. When I went up to the surface, I heard someone yell,” You cleared your throat, putting your best impression of the person you heard. “’Tacet Discord! Quick, shoot at it!’”

The color drains from Jiyan’s face as you continued on with your tale.

“So I tried to get away, and they started shooting… Bullets, I think they were called? A lot of them missed me, but they managed to hit my shoulder. And well, here we are.” You giggled.

Jiyan doesn’t share your amusement, instead pulling you in close. “Why do you laugh at your pain?” He asked, searching your eyes for answers. He finds confusion instead. “The fact someone harmed you because they thought you were a TD… What if you were killed?”

You smiled sadly. “I don’t think anyone would miss me, Jiyan. I don’t have family waiting for me, and what little friends I had leave me in the end.”

“Still… I wish you didn’t have to go through that.” He says, rubbing your cheek. Leaning in to his touch, his breath tickles your lips, the close proximity unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

…However, the moment ended when you hear the murmuring of people approaching the area. You and Jiyan wrap up in the bathhouse, putting on your clothes and walking out, pinkies laced together.

Decorations slowly pop up in the area, banners and streamers being hung as vendors put up their stalls. You and Jiyan are the topic of hushed whispers and gossips as you strolled through the area. Though the festival starts tomorrow, a few vendors who managed to complete their stall began offering trinkets to you. Since you had no shell credits to your name, you manage to completely ignore most of them… Up until a certain stall.

“You there missy!” A woman would wave you over. She grins when you approach, pulling out a box. Flicking the lock open, she reveals an assortment of necklaces and collars. “That dress is real pretty on you… But you know what would make you prettier? Some jewelry, only for a few hundred shell credits.”

…You will admit, these necklaces are really pretty… But then again, you have no credits to you name. Still, it’d be nice to have one of these. As you’re about to decline the woman’s offer, you pause when you take note of a collar. The collar had a wavy pattern stylized in loopy shapes, with little beige rhinestones acting as sand at the bottom. The teal seashell hanging from the collar completes the look. The woman grins, taking the collar and placing it in your hands.

“Good eye, madame. This little beauty takes inspiration from the bay that surrounds us. Just for you, this collar is only worth two thousand shells!”

Two thousand shells… That’s still a lot. But as you were about to hand the collar back, Jiyan stops you by placing down a pouch of credits, pushing to towards the woman. She accepts it with glee while you stare up at Jiyan in shock. “Jiyan-”

“Don’t be so worried.” He smiles, taking the collar from you. “It really does suit you. Here…” He turns you around, eyes flicking towards your tacet mark. Carefully wrapping the band around your neck, his fingers graze over the mark, making you shiver. “How is it? Not too tight, I hope.”

“No, it’s perfect.” You smile, looking down at the shell collar. “Thank you, Jiyan… I’ll have to look for a matching shell.”

Again, you continue the routine of strolling through the settlement before retiring back to Jiyan’s tent. You’re back to wearing one of his shirts, and you sleep the night away...

Tomorrow, you’ll surely have the time of your life with the man who has been so nice to you. You’re sure of it!

When you wake up, a wave of mischief overtakes you, surged on by the excitement of the festival. Carefully climbing out of bed, you crawl over to where Jiyan is and hover over him with a smug smile. A dainty finger makes contact with his cheek. “Ji-yaaaan. Ji-yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.” Poke poke poke- You pout, thinking your attempts of rousing him from slumber is a bust. Suddenly, you feel muscular arms wrap about your midsection and pull you down, tumbling until you end up pinned underneath your target.

“Getting rather antsy, aren’t we?”

“Good morning, Jiyan!” You chirp, smiling up at him. Jiyan’s gaze softens, before he gains mischievous glint in his eyes. You let out a squeal when Jiyan begins nibbling your cheeks, laughing uncontrollably as you feebly hit his shoulders. “Hahaha! Jiyan noooo! Stoooop! Hahahahaha!” This earns you a playful growl from the general, who starts prodding at your sides, sending you into a fit of giggles.

Jiyan eventually relents when you push him off, nibbling on his cheek as payback. The two of you get ready for the day, Jiyan preparing to leave in order to take care of some business. “I promise I’ll come back before the festival begins,” He says, adjusting your collar. Golden eyes paired with a small smile gives you reassurance of his oath. The general rubs your cheek before he sets off to secure the area. As you think about what to do for the rest of the day, you’re called outside by a familiar voice.

“Ah, Miss Dong Mei!” You greet, bowing slightly. “What do you need me for?”

“Well, since the festival starts later on, I figured I’d give you a whole makeover for when Jiyan comes back.” Dong Mei grins, taking your hand and leading you somewhere else. “It took us some time and we had to rush, but the girls and I got everything we need to turn you into the prettiest lady in Jinzhou.”

“But Miss Dong Mei-”

“No buts!”

So you’re dragged into a tent full of women whose smiles fill you with a sense of dread. However, you calm down when they gently preen and argue about what shade of eyeshadow is perfect for your skin. Eventually, Dong Mei proudly presents you in front of a mirror they borrowed for this occasion. The women pat themselves on the back as Dong Mei places the Pecok flower in your hair. Finally, you’re clothed in a short-sleeved dress that hugs your figure, accentuating your curves.

“What do you think?”

“Is this really what I look like? I look like a whole other person… Will Jiyan even recognize me?”

“Don’t be silly, of course he will. Oh! Here he comes.” Dong Mei saunters out the tent. Her conversation with the general is a bit muffled, your apprehension growing with each unintelligible syllable. It isn’t until Dong Mei calls for you did you snap out of your train of thought. With a small sigh, you shyly part the tent flaps, glancing at Jiyan’s reaction.

Pink dusts his cheeks, his eyes wide and twinkling with surprise, mouth parted open. Words seem non-existent as you timidly make your way in front of him, looking into his golden eyes. “Miss Dong Mei and the others gave me a makeover… Do you uhm… Like it?” It seemed like such a silly question to ask when Jiyan’s eyes scan your figure, and you take note that your legs seem to be exposed by the slit running up the side. Dong Mei elbows Jiyan, causing him to cough and straighten his posture.

“You look beautiful. Perfect for an outing at the festival.” He smiles, and you return the expression. Dong Mei giggles and waves you off as you link arms with Jiyan, walking towards the big event you’ve been waiting for.

At night, colorful streamers and lanterns decorate the starry sky as you and Jiyan strolled through area. Who would have thought you’d find such a wonderful friend when you ventured to the surface? Sure, you had an awkward start, but the elation you feel right now as you toss a lightweight ball into one of the bowls, earning you a pretty, albeit fake fish. Jiyan chuckles at you inspect the fish, turning it around in your hand. The stall owner generously gives you a bag to hold any trinkets you win, and you drag Jiyan to play more games.

Your bag of trinkets fills up, as does your joy. Currently, Jiyan had you sit down at a table while he went to get the two of you some food, leaving you to entertain yourself with the fake fish you earned earlier. It’s unlike any fish you’ve seen in the waters, but you wonder if such a creature could exist. The fake fish swims around in a tiny container, your eyes following its every moment.

“You seem occupied,” Jiyan says as he returns with a small carton box of fries, a few meat skewers, and two cups with pink liquid inside. “I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I got us both strawberry. I hope you don’t mind.”

Shaking your head, you return the fake fish to your trinket bag as you indulge in the food. At some point, you take a fry and wave it in front of Jiyan’s face, clearly intending to feed him. Jiyan stares at you for a moment, before chuckling and biting the fry, giggles bubbling from your chest. Your eyes shine when you take a sip of the strawberry drink, making sure to savor every last drop.

“Whew… This festival is everything I thought it’d be.” You say, watching as lanterns float into the air. A sad smile graces your features as the water gently laps at your shoes. The two of you have decided to sit by the beach, where you could see the city of Jinzhou in the distance. Leaning into Jiyan’s shoulder, you look up at him. “Thank you for everything, Jiyan. I don’t think I would have had this much fun without you around.”

“...”

“...Jiyan? Are you okay?” The general had gradually stopped speaking over the course of your conversation, deep in thought. Just as you were about to poke his cheek, Jiyan gently grasps your hands as he looks deep into your eyes, his golden hues shining under the moonlight. “Jiyan?-”

Suddenly, Jiyan’s lips lock with yours, and you note the faint trace of strawberries staining his mouth. Jiyan leans in, one of his hands supporting your lower back as your hands fly up and grab onto his shoulders for extra support. You gasp when Jiyan pulls back, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. You gaze up at him with wide eyes and reddened cheeks, panting slightly as you processed just exactly what happened.

“Jiyan, wha-”

“I- Apologize for my rash actions… But I could not bare to keep it a secret for much longer…” He mutters. You could make out the faint blush in his cheeks as he holds your chin, giving your jaw light bunny kisses. “I cannot deny it anymore. I’ve fallen for you. You’re so sweet and genuine, I just couldn’t help these feelings sprouting inside me. So I have something to ask you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Time slows. Jiyan waits for your reaction.

What he doesn’t expect is for you push him off and for your dress to burst into energy particles, watching as your figure dives into the water. Jiyan can only stand up, watching as your tail waves at him before disappearing into the waters below. As he stands there, his mind scrambling to take in the situation, he notices your collar washing up beside him. The lonely shell glints under the moon’s pitiful light as Jiyan picks up your bag of trinkets.

The following day, Jiyan calls out your name at the beach, hoping he could at least draw you out. Dong Mei and the other rangers took some time off to help him in his search despite his protests. Jiyan clutches the collar in his hand as he scans the waters for any sign of you. “General Jiyan, we haven’t found anything.” Dong Mei says. She’s never seen the general so distraught before. “Perhaps we should send someone to look for her?”

“No,” Jiyan vehemently shakes his head. “She’s… She would just get scared off again. Thank you for your assistance, but this is something I have to tackle on my own.”

Without further instructions, Dong Mei salutes Jiyan and leaves with her fellow rangers. Jiyan lets out a deep sigh, staring into the water with a grim expression, his lips tightening into an uncomfortable line. Where could you have gone, he wonders as the sand crunches underneath his boots. His mind replays the scene from last night, his chest tightening when he takes in your shocked expression. Everything about you suddenly clicked that night. Your lack of clothing, the scales on your legs, and the bullet scar on your shoulder…

Still, Jiyan doesn’t give up. Day after day, he walks alongside the beach, hoping to see the distinct color of your tail in the waters. His soldiers mention how he always seem to smell of salt, and he finds himself losing his appetite whenever seafood is mentioned. However, his search is rewarded when he spots you near the shore, sitting on the sand. You dive back into the water, but before you could retreat to the depths, you hear him call your name.

You’re nearing the shallows, eyeing the shadow. You know exactly who that is. But could you really face him after what you did? He must be very upset at you. It’s so easy to just swim back into the deep and return to your simple life under the water. You could return to normalcy.

…But could you really do that? After the time you’ve spent up on the surface, you craved more. You want to eat yummy food, visit Jinzhou city, see all the pretty flowers you couldn’t see underwater. Most of all…

…You wanted Jiyan.

You breach the surface, staring up at the man who helped you navigate the world. Before you could speak, Jiyan breaks into a sprint and lifts you from the water, spinning you around and holding you close. You could feel his chest heaving. “…I missed you.” He whispers. Your heart breaks when you catch sight of his tear filled gaze.

“Jiyan… I’m sorry. It was all so sudden, a-and I…” You sniffle, feeling your own eyes welling up in tears. You curl into Jiyan’s hold, Jiyan adjusting his grip to hold you in a bridal carry, pressing his forehead to yours as you begin to cry. “I didn’t want to make you sad. I’m not human at all. Y-You deserve someone who isn’t… This.” Your hands clumsily wipe away the tears rolling down your cheeks. “You’re the g-general, while I’m just some nobody… You deserve someone better.”

“Shh shh shh… None of that. Love, I fell for you and you alone.” Jiyan murmurs, kissing your cheek. “I’m hurt that you ran away, but I understand why. You… You must have been terribly lonely all these years under the sea. It was my fault for scaring you off like that. I shouldn’t have dropped the news on you so abruptly. But I promise you this,” He plants light kiss to your lips as he closes his eyes. “I love you no matter what form you take. Whether you have legs or a fish tail, I’ll love you all the same. So please, don’t leave me so suddenly again.

“Oh Jiyan…!”

The waves crash against the rocks as you and Jiyan share a tender kiss, eyes closed as the water ripples around you. Opening your eyes, you shift into your human form as Jiyan smiles at you with blushing cheeks. The two of you make your way out of the water, and Jiyan cloaks you in order to preserve your dignity. Though if he was being honest with himself, it’s mostly because he wants nobody else to see your bare form.

If someone were to describe it, they’d say the trip back to the city of Jinzhou would be something out of a fairy tale, where you cuddled up to Jiyan as the truck makes it way back to civilization. Jiyan wastes no time bringing you back home, needy kisses on your neck and collar bones as you stumble through the front door. None of you realize just how starved the both of you were for attention before the cozy atmosphere of Jiyan’s home ignites that tiny spark.

After barely making it to the bedroom, Jiyan gently sets you down on the soft mattress of his bed, bashfully looking up at him through your lashes as he disrobes. Jiyan wastes no time kissing you again, tangling his tongue with yours and swallowing your moans, your legs feebly wrapping around his waist and pulling him close. Your soft curves contrast nicely with his muscular frame, the heated friction between your bodies making your head dizzy.

“Ah… Ji-Jiyan…” Whimpers fill the space as Jiyan nibbles at the flesh of your neck, biting and kissing such a sensitive place. Aiming to draw more sinful noises from you, Jiyan finally pays attention to your chest, pawing at one of them and gently kneading the flesh. The sensation was foreign to you, as you never paid much attention to that area before, but Jiyan’s mouth swallowing one of your buds was enough to get you moaning louder.

“Do you have any idea how much I wanted to do this?” Jiyan whispered, the pads of his thumbs drawing circles on nipples, teasing them until they hardened. You couldn’t reply, squealing when he suddenly tugs on your chest. “When you came to the bathhouse, I could barely control myself… You were so stunning,” He sucks on your nipple as you sob, your hands finding their way to his hair. “I wanted to devour you right then and there. But I couldn’t. Not with all those people around.”

Truly, you had no idea what you do to this man. You grip the sheets as you panted out, your chest littered with tiny bite marks and covered in saliva. Jiyan kisses your nipple one last time before settling between your legs. He was knelt on the floor of his bedroom as he parted your thighs, revealing your most intimate parts. You sit up, supported by your elbows as Jiyan licks at your inner thighs, shivering as his tongue makes contact with your skin.

“Mmmph!”

You throw your head back when he suddenly kisses the little pearl hiding in your folds, legs shaking as Jiyan licks up from your pussy to your clit. A yell escapes you when Jiyan’s mouth latches onto your clit, his groans sending sensual vibrations to your core, his fingers parting your folds to reveal your weeping cunt. This was a whole other range of emotions you never delved into before, but Jiyan is ready to take those first steps with you. Jiyan’s lips suckle on your clit with a vengeance as his fingers teased the entrance to your pussy, making you weep and cry out. “Jiyan! Oo-oooh- Hah! I-It feels… Good…!”

“Doesn’t it?” Jiyan asks, panting as his fingers tease your slit. “You’re being so good for me… Good girls deserve proper treatment.” You gasp when his middle finger slips in, Jiyan cursing when he feels your walls immediately tightening around his digit. His index finger has an even tougher time trying to join its twin as you babble about his treatment being too much. Your protests trail off when Jiyan finally manages to insert both of his fingers inside. Jiyan’s eyes widen when your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, your pussy gushing out a white liquid.

Heavens above, you came just from two of his fingers. Your walls pulsate around the intruding digits, either trying to pull them inside or push them out. Either way, you keen as Jiyan plunges his fingers all the way in, trying to loosen up the tension in your core. You feel like he’s thrown you into the deepest parts of the ocean, trying your best to swim against the currents of arousal trying to drown you. However, the loss of Jiyan’s touch when he pulls out his fingers makes you whine, sitting up again. Your face is all red and sweaty, drool running down your chin. “Why… Why did you…”

Jiyan says nothing, instead turning you on your stomach as he climbs back on the bed. You whimper, feeling his hands part the globes of your rear in order to reveal the mess you’ve made between your legs, arousal dripping onto the sheets below. Jiyan lets out a groan at the sight, feeling his erection twitch. “Brace yourself,” he kisses your shoulder and tacet mark as he lines the head of his rod towards your entrance, hissing when the tip kisses your messy hole. Your grip on the sheets tighten when the tip breaches the ring of muscle, soaked by your arousal. “C-Come on… Loosen up for me, love.” Jiyan whispers, one hand keeping your hip steady while the other rests on your hand. Attempting to comply with his request, you will yourself to relax, moaning as Jiyan inches inside.

With every agonizing second, you find yourself becoming increasingly breathless as Jiyan takes up more space. By the time he’s fully sheathed inside your warm, gummy walls, you’re eyes have rolled back into your skull as your tongue lolls out from your mouth. Jiyan pants, struggling so hard not to immediately thrust into your warmth. You’re oh so precious to him, he doesn’t want to break you during such an intimate milestone in your relationship. “Hey, angel… Are you still with me?” He gasps out, leaning down to press light kisses to your tacet mark.

Though you couldn’t respond verbally, you’re able to nod your head. Jiyan kisses your tacet mark again. “I’ll start moving now. Just tell me if it hurts, okay?” When you nod your head once more, Jiyan breathes in and begins moving his length in shallow thrusts, testing the waters of your endurance. He listens intently to your pants and moans, and is quick to learn just what gets you going. Slick dribbles from your cunt as you become more vocal, spurring him on to speed up. His hips slap against your ass while his cock drags against your walls, searching for the one spot that’ll make you see stars. He finds it when you suddenly jolt and push back against his thrusts, and Jiyan starts attacking that sensitive area. Each stroke of his cock stimulates your sensitive walls as he takes in the sound of your voice breaking, struggling to say his name.

Still connected, Jiyan takes one of your legs and settles it on his shoulder, making lay on your side. The position has him reaching deeper than before, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Ji-Jiyan! Ohhhh! Mmmph- Haaaah! Oh- S-Sensitive!- Mmmp!” You could barely speak, eyes hazy and struggling to keep open from the pleasure he’s dutifully giving to you. Meanwhile, Jiyan finds himself in the same situation, panting and groaning out your name while he furiously ruts into your warm cunt. The headboard bangs against the wall as he passionately thrusts into your pussy, his cock twitching against your poor walls.

“I’m gonna cum…” He pants, leaning down and resting his forehead on your chest. Such an intimate act is offset by the harsh slapping happening between your legs, your pussy gushing around his length as you feel a knot building inside your tummy. Your eager moans are swallowed up by Jiyan’s mouth as his thrusts become rough and sloppy, slamming into your weepy cunny and stirring up your insides. Your muffled sobs are silenced by Jiyan’s own groans as the knot snaps, legs trembling as Jiyan spears you deep, feeling a warm liquid coat your walls. Jiyan curses as he thrusts a few more time, shoving his cum further inside as your cunt swallows every last drop.

The two of you stay like that for what seems like an hour before Jiyan finally pulls out, watching as the mixture of your arousals leak from your cunt. You’re trembling after the whole ordeal, hips bucking up and causing more of his cum to leak outside. Jiyan lays down next to you and pulls you in, kissing you again.

A few weeks later, you’re recognized as an official citizen of Jinzhou, and you’ve moved in with Jiyan. Every once in a while, the two of you would return to where it all started, at a beach at Tiderise Cliff. Jiyan joins you in the water, holding you close as you embrace him underneath the surface. You breathe air into his lungs, temporarily giving him the ability to breathe underwater.

You’ll never be lonely ever again <3

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Kinktober (reuploaded)

Breeding (Chris)

Request: Baby fever with Chris I BEG YOU/omg when you write breeding Chris can you add Y/N saying she wants to have a baby with such pretty blue eyes like Chris

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, breeding obviously, soft/slow sex

Y/n’s pov

Chris and I have been dating since we were 17 but I’ve known him and his brothers since we were 4 years old. From the moment we started dating, our families always joked saying we’d get married one day. Well, that was a future reality, since Chris had proposed to me in May of this year. Even though we’ve only been engaged for a few months and we’re only 20, I would love to start a family with him. We had this conversation the other day with Nick and Matt, for some reason the topic was babies and Chris was ecstatic.

“I want like four or five babies! I can’t wait until Y/n gets pregnant, she’s gonna be so cute with our baby in her belly” he smiled, poking me in the stomach. “Ow Chris don’t do that. We do have baby fever though” I laughed as Nick grimaced. “I hate babies and I hate children” he said, Matt smacked him, “Oh shut up Nick you know when they have a baby you’re gonna be the cool gay uncle” he laughed. “I’m not changing diapers” Nick grimaced again, “I wanna make Y/n fat and pregnant” Chris beamed happily.

That was like five days ago, today we were having a lazy day, we lived in the guest house behind Matt and Nick’s. They got it built after hearing me and Chris fuck too many times, but still, it was a nice gesture and we get to still live with them basically. “Would you really have babies with me?” I asked Chris as I cuddled up to his side. “I’d love nothing more than to get you fat and pregnant. Our babies would look so cute” I could literally hear the smile in his voice. I pulled away and sat up against the headboard, Chris doing the same right after, looking at me with a big smile.

“Our kids can’t call me daddy though, that would be fucking weird” he laughed, causing me to smack his chest. “They could call my parents Mimi and Papa, and yours Grammy and Pop-Pop. Those sound so cute!” I gushed. “My dad would love Pop-Pop” Chris laughed again. “You know what I would love?” I asked, earning a small hum for me to continue, “I’d love for the baby to have your pretty blue eyes and gorgeous pink lips” I told him as my eyes shifted between the two, Chris doing the same to me. “Yeah?” he asked breathlessly against my lips, “Yeah” I said back in the same way.

Chris leaned in and softly pressed his lips against mine, moving us to lay back. “Let’s make that blue-eyed baby right now! You’re off birth control right?” he asked softly, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Yes, now let’s make that baby” I smiled, placing a passionate kiss to his lips, after a few minutes, Chris pulled away. He took off his shirt and sweats before pushing my shirt up to see my stomach. “You’re gonna look so good pregnant. Can’t wait to put a baby in your belly” he said while kissing all over my stomach.

“Chris— babe please hurry!” “Sorry, I’m just so excited to have a kid with you” he blushed hard. Chris pulled my shirt over my head before taking off both our underwear, running two fingers through my folds. “So wet already- can we just go straight into softly fucking?” he asked breathlessly, “God, yes” I whined back. Chris slowly slid in and started thrusting fairly fast right away, not too fast though. I pulled him down for another kiss and we let breathless moans out into it, having both a passionate kiss and sex. I was running my fingers through his hair softly while the other held onto the side of his jaw.

One of Chris’ hands moved down to my clit, rubbing it quickly. Pulling away from the kiss, he started talking, “This is like the slowest sex we’ve ever had but— shit! This is gonna be the fastest I’ve ever cum, want you to cum for me princess” he said lowly. I let out a few loud moans before I started cumming, “Oh fuck Chris, so good babe. Want you to cum in me” I moaned. Chris hid his head in my neck, whining as he came in me, pumping into me a few more times before pulling out. He immediately moved down to finger his cum into me, not wanting any to spill out.

“Can’t believe we’re going to have a baby” he said excitedly, kissing all over my stomach. “They’re going to have the prettiest blue eyes, just like their dad” I smiled while playing with his hair. “God, I love you so much Y/n!” he said, looking at the pretty engagement ring on my finger. “I love you so much more” I replied as we both cuddled up with each other and drifted off to sleep, hoping we’d have a happy little family soon.

<<< 12 months later>>>

A few months ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Chris was ecstatic to find out he was going to have a son. He does, in fact, have Chris’ pretty blue eyes, he’s so tiny but you can already tell he has his dads nose as well. We named him Nolan Cole Sturniolo, Chris is literally the best dad ever, he helps me with everything. Matt and Nick are so excited that they’re uncles now, Matt always offers to babysit him so me and Chris can go on date nights. I wonder if he’ll be confused when he grows up, having a dad and two uncles who look exactly the same and all. Anyways I’m very happy with our little family.

[wileys-russo]

can we please get bf alessia blurb about how she is your personal heater? she looks so cuddly i’d literally pay money for a warm hug from her

cuddly lessi is best lessi

personal heater II a.russo

"ah shit it's rainin!" rach groaned behind you as the bus pulled up to the stadium for the pitch inspection. "well if thats not the final warning that summers almost over i don't know what is." you sighed, head thumping against the glass of the window, your breath fogging it up.

"i miss australian winter, why can't we get that here?" you groaned, watching as the bus turned off the road and into the stadium.

you gently nudged your sleeping girlfriend beside you who blinked tiredly and stretched, her arm falling across the back of your shoulder as she tucked her face into your neck.

"hi baby." you whispered quietly, pressing a kiss to her cheek and sighing contentedly as her arms wrapped tighter around you. "oh thats nice, thank you." you smiled happily, loving nothing more than how warm her hugs were.

"aw how cute." ella stuck her finger in her mouth from the seat in front of you and gagged, your girlfriend glaring at her tiredly through lidded eyes as you ran a hand through her freshly cut hair, kissing the warm skin of her temple affectionately.

"get lost tooney." alessia mumbled as her eyes closed again and a loud hiss sounded signally that the bus had parked up, the girls chattering happily around you about the upcoming nations league qualifier.

"you're just such a ray of sunshine when you wake up less!" ella grinned, hand reaching over the seat to pinch her sharply, causing the blonde to sit up properly and lash out, ella ducking just out of the way.

"enough of that, both of you!" you chuckled, pushing them away from one another as alessia huffed grumpily, bending her head to scrape her short hair in a low bun as the girls started to file off the bus.

"i really do love your hair like this." you complimented, eyes running over her adoringly as she rolled her eyes and shoved your head playfully.

"so you've told me...at least five times a day since i got it cut." she teased, stealing a kiss, unable to stay grumpy at the sight of you, her favourite sight.

"have you seen my puffer babe?" you asked, ducking your head down and rummaging around under your seat where you were sure you'd left it. "no sorry love, maybe someone else grabbed it by accident?" alessia shrugged as you hummed, you were sure you'd left it there.

the two of you filed off the bus after ella and maya, your hand quickly finding the strikers the moment you were away from the press making her look down at you with a goofy smile, pressing a happy kiss to your cheek as you wandered through the stadium.

"lessi and y/n sittin in a tree, K I S S I N G-" ella sung out teasingly as you swung yours and your girlfriends intertwined hands back and forth, ignoring her with a roll of her eyes.

"glad you showed us you know how to spell tooney." alessia smirked, dropping your hand and instead draping her arm over you, pulling you into her side as you walked down the tunnel, rubbing your shoulder gently.

"oh i have to ask mills something." you tried to pull away to follow after your friend, alessia whining and refusing to let go. "less!" you laughed as she pulled you to her chest, holding you captive in her warm embrace.

"don't leave me baby i'm cold." she frowned, beginning to walk the two of you further away from millie. "how! you've got three layers on you idiot." you grinned and smacked at her well padded chest, yanking her hands off and promising you'd be right back, kissing her sweetly and running off toward your captain.

"well well well, hello mrs russo!" the tattooed blonde teased as you caught up with her and rachel. "shut up!" you blushed, squeezing in the middle of them as you did a lap of the pitch.

"your codependency issues are on another level kid. oh i love you baby, come cuddle with me baby! less i'm cold baby i need you!" millie teased, grabbing you into a tight hug and spinning you around mockingly making rach laugh and ruffle your hair as you were finally put back down on your feet.

"don't be jealous i get to go to work with my girlfriend and the two of you are only stuck with each other." you quipped back, the three of you falling into conversation, having missed the incredibly jealous looks thrown your way by your girlfriend a hundred or so metres away.

"i didn't peg you as the needy jealous type less!" lucy teased, shoving at the striker who stood stony faced, watching millie twirl you around with her arms folded over her chest and a deep frown etched into her eyebrows at someone else taking her job.

"it's not bad!" you whistled a few moments later, wandering around the pitch beside millie and rachel still, in awe of the amount of empty seats around you.

"mad how far the games come that we're selling out places like this now, i still don't think i'm over the stadiums in australia yet." millie shook her head in disbelief.

"oh hey rach did you see my puffer? i swear it was under my seat on the bus but i couldn't find it." you asked the blonde beside you. "yeah less had it i think? moved it into her bag so you wouldn't forget it." rachel shrugged as you shook your head, you knew you'd put it under your seat.

having already spoke with millie about what you needed to you left them to their own chatter you made your way back toward your girlfriend, hearing ella start to rip into her for how her face lit up once she spotted you. "hello puffer thief." you greeted her with an amused smile, the blonde wrapping you in a tight hug.

"don't know what you're talking about babe." alessia smiled innocently down at you as you hummed, tucking your hands up the back of her hoodie and resting your head on her chest. "you're so warm less." you mumbled into her hoodie, sighing at the familiar comfort of being wrapped up in her arms.

"the two of you are so disgustingly adorable." mary shook her head with a smile, watching on like a proud mum. "if you think this is bad try living with em! always cuddlin, kissin, gigglin." ella rolled her eyes, gagging again as alessia flipped her off, her arms still tucked securely around you.

"don't be jealous tooney. we always invited you into the cuddle!" you turned your head to grin at the shorter girl. "please and have my head bit off by your personal heater for intruding? not a chance, less doesn't like sharing." ella teased her best friend who scoffed.

"your loss el, her cuddles and hugs are the best." you shrugged making ella gag even louder as mary smacked her.

"they're only reserved for you anyway gorgeous." alessia smiled down lovingly at you as you craned your head up, the blonde catching onto what you wanted and pecking your lips repeatedly.

"oh shit is that rain?" the taller girl glanced up at the sky as it began to sprinkle, some of the girls starting to run off back to the tunnel. pulling your hoodie over your head you felt her adjust her own puffer, pulling it around you and zipping it up.

"baby what are you doing?" you laughed as she struggled with the zip for a second, both her hoods balancing precariously on her head. "keeping you warm." alessia grinned cheekily, the two of you now zipped up in her puffer.

"so this is why you stole my puffer." "mmm yes and i even paid off mother nature, all part of my master plan love." "you know even with the puffer i'd have wanted a hug right? its freezing and your bear hugs really are the best." "yeah but if you had yours then we wouldn't be sharing mine, would we?"

"no i suppose you're right. my lessibear." you smiled softly up at her, ignoring ella heaving in the background who overheard the nickname, watching as your girlfriends cheeks tinted rosy pink.

"oh god mary please i can't deal with them anymore, put me out of me misery!" mary grabbed the younger girl in a headlock, marching her away and off the pitch. "hey! where do you think you're going?" alessia pouted as you moved to slip out of her puffer.

"i love you so much but you're clumsy enough on a good day, if we try to walk anywhere like this you'll be taking us both down to the ground in seconds." "hey! i'm not that bad."

"less!" you squealed as suddenly her hands grabbed at your thighs, hoisting you up into her arms as your legs wrapped around her waist. "this is ridiculous babe, put me down!" you laughed as she walked the two of you across the pitch, speeding up slightly when the rain got heavier.

"i will be doing no such thing, as your personal heater that would just be negligent of me." the striker commented cheekily as you rolled your eyes but relaxed a little, never feeling more safe or at home than when you were in her arms.

your best most warm cuddly girl.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

hello my baker gf ♡♡♡

little request for ya: our sweet, lovesick!eddie munson being shy!reader’s first kiss/boyfriend?

A/N: hey baby! hope this manages to lift your spirits, even just a tiny bit for merely a millisecond ♡

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“Wait,” your nerves suddenly got the best of you as Eddie began to lean in, “I’m scared.”

Inching his head back just a bit, he enquired softly, “why are you scared?”

“I don’t know how to do this!” your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed out a smile, his palm reassuringly coming up to meet the side of your flush face, “it’s not like it’s rocket science.”

“That’s easy enough for you to say,” you cursed the blush raging on your cheeks, “what if I do something wrong?”

“You won’t,” he said with tender confidence, his breath fanning across your skin and causing goosebumps to erupt.  

“You don’t know that,” you mumbled shyly, then glanced down, avoiding his mesmerizing gaze. 

“Y/n,” he suddenly leaned in and planted a swift peck on your hot cheek before repeating, “you won’t.” Blinking up at him with wide eyes, stunned by the fact that he had so casually kissed your cheek, he eventually tested, “you ready?”

Looking back at him with edgy stars in your eyes, all you could was hum in confirmation, “mhm.”

You didn’t know you could ever feel something so soft. Kissing you as if you were made of porcelain, it nearly tingled from how your lips buzzed against his gentle ones. The kiss was quick, perhaps too quick as you felt it fade away as soon as it had begun. 

“Wow…” you exhaled, eyes hastily blinking back at him from the overwhelming flutter within you, “that was weird.”

“Bad weird?” his face light-heartedly twisted into a grimace. 

“No, just-,” every word you thought to use to clarify washed away as you felt his thumb swipe over your cheek, caressing the heated skin softly, “wow…”

Biting down on his blooming grin your speechlessness triggered, he asked, “do you wanna do it again?”

“Yes,” you answered maybe a little bit too fast, “I mean, yeah,” you fumbled in an attempt to sound more cool, “if you want to, sure.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed against yours once more. Still just as gentle as before, though this time he didn’t just stop after only a second of kissing you, he stayed there, relishing in the sensation not yet familiar to you. His palms softly cradled your face, fingers caressing the sides of your blissful expression. 

“I thought it would be more, I don’t know, slimy,” you hazily thought out loud once his lips had left yours. 

“Oh, it can be,” he smirked, enthusiasm glinting in his warm eyes, “I just thought it would be better for you to learn how to walk before you run.”

“Oh,” your legs shifted as a tingle shot down your spine, “okay.”

“But if you want to go run a fucking marathon, then just put on your running shoes. I’ve literally dreamt of nothing else since the day I met you.”

“Wait,” growing unsure a moment by his enthusiastic words, you checked, “you’re not actually talking about running, are you?” 

“No, honey,” he chuckled, “that was just a metaphor, but if you want me to, then I’d be happy to spell it out in big, fat block letters for you,” clearing his throat dramatically, he daringly announced, “Y/n, I would really fucking love to bone you down one day,” gesticulating with his hands to prove his point, “I’m talking real nasty, just have you drip down all over me while I-”

“O-okay! Alright!” previously convinced that you couldn’t turn into even more of a tomato, you rushed to cut him off, “I-I get the picture, you don’t have to clarify anymore, I already kinda understood it with the whole running thing!”

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[spoopyblues214]

Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well Idk if you are open for request, if not you can ignore this one :)

I’d like to ask for a rottmnt x reader hc with a reader does kisses the back of the boys hand a lot, like those gentlemen-y acts but as a sign of thank you, appreciation, courting as well… maybe reader and the boys have mutual crushes and that’s their way of showing affection / desire to kissing them before actually being more courageous into asking to kissing them? Lol hope that makes e sense

Hope you have a good day

This seems absolutely adorable omg yes

Requests are open! Send an ask if interested :>

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Raph

When you kiss the back of Raphs hand saying goodbye it first catches him off guard

He finds it endearingly silly how you take his large hand in yours to do so, the contrast adorable in his eyes

After the next few times it flusters him, feeling your soft skin on his rough hands from all his years of fighting. He starts looking away to try and hide his wobbly smile.

You get more courageous and start doing it for any little greeting, like seeing him just when entering a room, even if you already saw him when you first got to the lair.

He becomes rather forgetful, needing to refocus on what he had been doing.

He finds himself often looking at his hands where you most recently kissed him, swearing that he could feel the ghost of your lips on his skin and feeling giddy.

One night when leaving you kissed his hand as usual, but you lingered, purposely looking up at him. He glanced at you since you were taking longer and finally it clicked for him.

The next time you're over, before you could reach for his hand he's picked you up in one arm, still offering his free hand to you. You giggle and kiss the back of his hand, and afterwards he kisses your lips, his fingers lacing through your hair.

Leo

The first time you kiss him across the knuckles he freezes for a moment and then asks, "uh, why so formal?"

Your reply of 'just cause' has him over thinking it until the next time you come over, though it still doesn't click

The second time, he takes your hand and does it back, never one to be outdone on grandeur, and he always greets you the same since then

Each time he tries to come up with a different greeting to say. "Hola mi estrella," "ciao, bello/bella," "hi there, hot stuff!"

Even if your usual reaction is to just laugh at him, he still loves getting any reaction out of you.

All his attempts to fluster you seem like they never even phase you, while when you kiss his hand he's fighting off a wobbly smile.

With this dance going on for so long, finally you meet his greeting with, "surprised you haven't gotten the hint and just kissed me already."

He can't save himself this time and actually sputters, which has you laughing at him again. He huffs and pulls you into a dip, saying "you literally asked for it," before kissing you.

Donnie

The first time you kiss his hand he is flabbergasted. Jaw dropped, almost looking disgusted but really he's just confused. You go to apologize and he shakes his head, stuttering out, "ah, um, it's fine."

The second time you're slower with it so he can pull away if he wants, and he doesn't, so you go through with kissing his knuckles and are only a little surprised when he does the same.

Is he doing it as a part of masking? Is he doing it to hide his blushing face? Is he doing it in an attempt to return politeness? Perhaps an amalgamation of all this and more.

He is in his lab corkboard and red stringing about these incidents now every time after you kiss his hand, trying to math out every little detail and why the sudden change.

Both of you are pining oblivious shy idiots honestly- reading social cues is already hard enough but with the two of you fumbling no one is getting anywhere any time soon.

Thankfully, or maybe not so, Mikey and Leo make a plan and bring Donnies theory board out into the lair on a night you're visiting.

Donnie is plotting murder while you're stuck not knowing how to react because it's just so romantic that he was trying so hard to figure it out.

You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles again, only to reach out with your other palm and place it on his cheek as you kiss him. His murderous intentions get put on the back burner.

Mikey

He's curious first but uncharacteristically he freezes stock still when your lips meet his skin. After you wave goodbye he's melting, almost falling to the floor.

The second time you do it you're greeted with a large smile, and Mikey asks giddily, "are you gonna be doing that every time now?" You answer yes.

He's looking smug as he holds out his hand for you ahead of time now, which always makes you laugh, which always makes him smile wider.

He's dancing around the lair. His brothers are rolling their eyes. He's like a teen girl losing their mind over a boy band just from your goodbyes.

On day he asks if he can have another. "Hmm, I don't know 'angelo, what's in it for me?" He plays along and offers a kiss to your knuckles in return. You take this deal, and he knows he's won with how much you blush.

He does this a few more times, just to absolutely 100 percent make sure and totally not just because he likes seeing you blush. It's the same song and dance prior every time, too.

The next time he's smiling so wide you know he's planning something. When he asks for another, you open your mouth with a similar protest to before, and he cuts you off. "I know, I know, a kiss for a kiss. I want both of mine first, though."

You raise an eyebrow, but shrug, taking both his hands to kiss the tops of each. After this he takes one of your hands in his, but the other is under your chin, and he kisses your lips.

[kumezyzo]

streamer!gf is also a good idea i’d love to read

again, with this one, its mostly just for me [and this amazingly supportive anonymous] but i still felt like writing it. (although it took me three hours to come up with ideas that made sense lol) i also think this ones kinda ass in comparison to the others.... sorry.

but yea, this is streamer!gf that i tried to make gender neutral until the very end really.... enjoy! or dont.... :) m.list

bf!sapnap who most likely knew you from the SMP before you started dating. and only recently when he realized how much he liked you, did he start trying to pursue the relationship (which was maybe over a year and a half ago)

bf!sapnap who agreed with you to not say anything about the relationship for a few months just to let it sit and see where you guys lead

when you do finally announce it, its because you guys notice a genuince shift in the relationship where you can tell its getting more serious.

bf!sapnap who shyly brings up the idea of doing a relationship q&a on your channel after the announcement (that was also on your channel)

during the video, hes very clearly all over you, hugging you and leaning against you. your fans think its absolutely adorable how much of a simp he is.

in the middle of that video theres a moment when you two look at eachother after answering a question and it cuts to you two giggling and looking away from eachother. sapnap with a very clear blush and wide grin on his face mostly because you guys took a break to just kiss eachother which accidentally went on longer than expected

bf!sapnap who didnt realize how many people were already shipping you two when he called you the honourary dream team member once a few years ago

bf!sapnap that gets edits of you (sometimes you and him) during TNTL streams and just on his timelines and tries his hardest to not act flustered although he clearly has that glint in his eye

bf!sapnap who manages to come into your room during the most inconvenient times during your streams. ie. when youre actively and/or loudly simping over an actor in your fav movie or show.

you just freeze mid sentence, mid gesture, and stare at him as he steps into the room. he stares back and peeks his head into the frame and your chat proceeds to spam 'LMAOOOOO's

"can i help you....?"

".....so who were you yelling about-"

"Oh my- GET OUT😭!"

bf!sapnap who will very openly brag about dating you and just talk about dating you (he just wants people to know youre taken🤭)

"well im dating y/n"

"how does that have anything to do with vidcon-"

bf!sapnap who gets teased for not being as good of a gamer as you. and not having as many followers (because youre def. very popular) (i also imagine this next convo with george and dream laughing the entire time)

"sapnap, how does it feel having a girlfriend thats better at minecraft than you?"

"george, shut up."

"sapnap, hes not wrong. and doesnt she have more subscribers?"

"im literally never doing a manhunt again then."

"good, then we'll just have your girlfriend replace you"

bf!sapnap who jokingly suggests yout two starting an onlyfans where he posts videos of you two fucking (but he secretly really wants to). cause he has a whole album of pictures and videos of you two that he would be willing to post (if people pay for it obvi)

again, gimme suggestions and stuff. and show support for my sanity lol -Nony

[reigningqueenofwords]

Let Me Prove You Wrong

Pairing: Sam x plus size!reader Word count: 1,498

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex Request: Anonymous. Hello! I’m in a Sam mood. Dean gets laid alot and I would like something where the reader is kinda chubby but adorable and dean leaves with some girl from the bar and she notices Sam is annoyed by it. She thinks she’s unloveable even though she hasn’t told anyone and tries to cheer Sam up by going home and playing some board games. It ends up taking an sexy turn as Sam is interested in her but she doesn’t see it because she thinks she’s unloveable. She admits it to Sam and he proves her wrong.

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Sam rolled his eyes as he watched his brother leave with some bottle blonde. “Whatever.” He mumbled. Shaking his head, he downed the rest of his beer.

You were on the way back from the bathroom when you saw his face. Sam was the brother you had a thing for, not that you’d ever say anything. He had the body of perfection. You? Not so much. Once you reached the table, you smiled at him. “Come on.”

“What?” He glanced up at you.

“I say we go home and break out the board games.” You had some under your bed that never got used. Between hunting, and Dean…they collected dust.

That dimpled grin made it’s appearance before he got up. Sam loved spending time with you, it didn’t matter what the pair of you were doing. You’d been hunting with the boys a couple years now, and sometime along the way, he’d fallen for you.

And kept his mouth shut.

He figured it was safer that way, and he didn’t think you were interested in him. So, he suffered in silence, taking your friendship and being happy with just that.

“Go get snacks, Sammy. I’ll get the games.” You smiled up at him before turning towards the hall.

He watched you with longing for a moment before letting out a soft sigh and heading towards the kitchen. He knew all your favorite snacks, and figured he’d grab those first.snacks, and figured he’d grab those first.

“Dude!” You groaned. “Again?!” You didn’t understand how every time you played Monopoly, Sam got the best properties. You didn’t land on them once until he’d bought them.

He laughed, causing you to push him lightly. “You might as well just give me all your money now, Y/N/N.” He held out his hand.

Glaring at him playfully, you stuck your tongue out at him. “Nope. Not happening. One of these days I will be victorious!”

That made him laugh even harder. “We’ve played this how many times in two years and you have yet to beat me?”

“Shut up, Sammy.”

After he slaughtered you in Monopoly, you grabbed Clue. “Harry Potter edition!” You grinned.

“You want to play Clue with a hunter?” He smirked.

“I’m a hunter, too!” You pointed out as you set it out on the table. “And…it’s Harry Potter. Shush.” You were looking down as you pulled everything out, so you didn’t see the look he gave you. He loved how excited you got over things like this, and how your face lit up. “Who do you want to be?” You asked, looking up with a smile.

He shrugged. “I’ll be Ron.”

“I’ll be Luna.”

“I think you’re more of a Hermione.”

You blushed, handing out the house point tokens. “This is supposed to be played with more than two people, so we can always fudge the rules a bit.”

By the time you made it through Clue, and Sorry!, you were both somewhat sore from sitting. “Hey, I didn’t know you had Twister.” He grinned, grabbing it out of your box of games.

You shook your head and blushed. “That’s, uh, because I don’t play it.”

“I can tell. It’s still in it’s plastic.” He pointed out. “Why don’t we give it a shot?”

“No, it’s getting late, Sammy.” You lied.

He moved a bit closer. “I’d like to get tangled up with you, though.”

You stared at him, not sure what was going on with him. People didn’t look at you like…that. “Uh, what?” You asked.

“I’d like to play Twister with you, get tangled up with you, and see if maybe we can move on to other types of…‘Twister’ after.”

By now, your face felt like it was on fire. Literally. It was burning up. You shook your head. “No, Sammy. I-” Tears welled in your eyes. “I’m not the type of girl that guys fawn over, lust after, or fall in love with.” Grabbing your games, you started to pack up, Sam staring at you in shock. “It’s okay, Sam. I know that you’re just annoyed that Dean left with that bar skank.”

That did it for Sam. He took the box from your hands and made you face him. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you deeply. Your hands gripped his hips. “I love you, Y/N.” His breath hit your face. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Sam, I’m not someone who’s lovable.” You told him quietly.

“Let me prove you wrong.” His hazel eyes locked with yours. “In any way I can. In every way I can.” You blinked, causing a tear to fall. Without hesitating, he gently licked up the tear. “Let me make love to you, let me make you breakfast in bed, make your coffee just the way you like it, make you mad when I leave a wet towel somewhere. Let me prove it.”

Something in you made you nod. Made you want to let him try. If anyone made you feel safe, it was Sam. “Okay.” You told him with a small smile.

Grinning, his hands slowly moved down your body to your thighs, surprising you when he was able to lift you, causing you to squeal slightly. “My room, or yours?” He chuckled.

Your arms were around his neck as he held you up. “Yours.”

Sam had placed you gently on his bed, his lips brushing down your neck. His hands pushed up your shirt, your bodies moving apart just long enough for him to pull it off of you. He rolled his hips as he laid between your legs. You felt the obvious bulge in his jeans. “That’s all for you, baby girl.” He groaned in your ear.

Your hands pulled his shirt up, feeling the tiniest bit brave at the moment. He grinned when his bare skin touched yours. Reaching behind you, he unhooked your bra, and you knew that was from practice. It joined your shirt elsewhere in his room, forgotten.

He moved down your body, worshiping your breasts. His tongue flicked against your nipples, making you whimper. Watching your face, he smirked when he sucked on one side, and then the other. “I can’t wait to hear you.”

Biting your lip, you watched as he kissed down your stomach, not the least bit bothered. You were chubby, you knew that. It was why you didn’t view yourself as lovable. You were nervous, but trying to push that down. His hands undid your jeans and pulled them down, taking your underwear with them.

“Sammy…” You breathed as he moved to lay between your legs.

He grinned at you. “I got you, baby girl.”

Before he let you reply, his face was buried between your legs. His tongue was moving against your clit, his hands gripping your thighs. Having someone go down on you wasn’t something you’d ever been a fan of. Until now. Sam growled against your soaking pussy, devouring you. You gripped his hair, your hips rolling slightly. Feeling him suck on your clit, you cried out for him. Your legs were shaking as he slowed down.

He crawled up your body, his eyes meeting yours. “Make love to me, Sammy.” You breathed.

“Anytime.” He smirked, getting out of bed long enough to strip the rest of the way.

His erection sprang free from the confines of his clothes and you inhaled. Even his cock was perfect. How was that even possible?

Sam settled between your legs, smiling down at you. “Are you sure?” He asked you gently.

Cupping his face with your hands, you pulled him in for a loving kiss. “I’m sure, Sammy.” You grinned.  

His lips moved against yours as he rolled his hips forward. You moaned into his mouth, your hands moving to grip his shoulders. As he rocked his hips, his lips moved to your neck. His touches were feather light almost, but held such love. His hand moved down your side to grip your ass, his thrusts becoming harder. “God, you feel so good.” He groaned, his forehead on your shoulder.

“Sammy!” You gasped as he changed the angle.

Moving to look at you, his eyes locked with yours. “I love you.”

It seemed to click for you more than ever that Sam fucking Winchester loved you. “I love you, too.” You breathed, smiling at him.

His face lit up before his lips captured yours. His hand went from your ass to grip the top of his headboard. “Sam!” You cried out as he slammed into you, his groans making you throb. “Fuck!” Clenching around him, your fingers dug into his skin.

He growled against you, close to cumming himself. Finally, he thrust into you one last time, moving to hold you tight. He chuckled as he buried his face in your neck.

“What?” You asked, still smiling.

“Who thought playing board games could lead to me finally telling you how I feel? Let alone fucking you?”

[darkromanceenthusiast]

I’d like to request a full on smut of Jason and a plus sized fem! S/o. Like their first time making love so they’re both kind of shy about it but once they’re on it Jason’s a beast + aftercare. I’d love to see how you put it together since you’re literally my favorite writer. 💜

Pairings: Jason Voorhees x reader

Contains: established relationships, maskless Jason, fingering, masturbation, Jason watches the reader get off, SMUT, Sex, reader is as GN as possible, cursing, first time, deflowering (yes the gif is a pun)

Sex.

It was an awkward topic between you and Jason and quite frankly something that hadn’t been talked about. You had tried to kinda push him as gently as you could but he always pulled away. You figured it would happen when he was ready so you decided to take care of yourself when you could and letting things happen naturally.

Today was a perfectly normal day between the two of you, Jason when out to patrol the camp and gather some food and firewood and you stayed to clean the cabin and tidy up. You finished early so you decided to take advantage of the alone time, you locked the front door knowing Jason had a key and went to your shared bedroom, pulling out a nice romance novel to get yourself going. The parallels between the romantic interest of your story and your own big strong man really had your imagination running and before long you had a hand in your underwear and was working away, trying your best to imagine what it would feel like if it was Jason instead.

Before long you had decided you had enough time to get a bit risky, and you tugged your top off, the idea of Jason coming in and finding you like this making your blush heavy and let out a small moan as you played with one of your nipples and decided to take off your pants and underwear, now you lay naked in your shared bed, legs spread as your hand worked between them, before long you had brought yourself to your first orgasm with Jason’s name on your tounge, you laid for a moment, chest heaving and head spinning from the intensity.

You looked over and locked eyes with Jason, who was standing there shocked with a unmissable tent in his pants, he is frozen still before he began signing, telling you about him coming home to the door locked, how he unlocked the door and shut it behind you and started putting things he brought home away before he was alerted by the sounds you were making, and how his heart pounded as he slowly made his way to your bedroom, hearing his name repeated from your lips like a chant, he told you about how he pushed open to door to see your naked form writhing with each stroke of your fingers and how he became so dizzy and entranced watching you, and how he wanted to touch you and be the cause of those beautiful noises your were making.

At this point you simply stood up with your legs slightly shaking and walked over to Jason, taking his hands in yours and pulling him to the bed,

“Can we try? If you want to stop at any point we can, but I want to try.” You whisper and he nods, he begins to unbotton his flannel and you start helping him, once you have him down to his undershirt and boxers you gently push him to the bed, he sinks down, you can see the nervousness in his eye and his body, you start by pressing soft kisses to his neck and exposed areas of his chest. You feel his head tilt back allowing you more access to his throat which you happily kiss all over before getting a little rougher and giving him soft nips and sucking to leave him peppered in hickeys.

Jason hesitantly moves his hands around your body, seemingly avoiding the areas you want him to touch the most,

“Jason, I want you to touch me, please. I need you touch me.” You beg causing him to let out a groan, he lets his hands freely roam your body seeing where you react, he gropes your chest and ass before he takes his mask off, you smile and kiss his face. You were used to a maskless Jason but this was an absolute treat nonetheless. He then begins to mimic what you did to his neck on yours, leaving soft kisses and bites along the most sensitive areas he can reach. Jason is spurred on by your moans and gasps, you pull away to make eye contact with him,

“Jason, can I touch you? Are you okay with that?” You look him in his eyes and he nods, you see his hesitation is gone. You smile at him before pulling off his shirt and undoing his pants. You can see the massive tent bulging through and you can’t help but bite your lip and you free his dick. You look at his face as you take his dick in your hand and give it an experimental light jerk. His hips jerk and his hand comes up to cover his face but you can still see the expression of pleasure on his face.

You stop jerking him off causing him to whine, you look at your scar covered lover, with his big muscles and hands bigger than your head as he can’t help but shake from the pleasure you’re giving him, he pulls you in for a passionate kiss while he drags his fingers down your torso, down to your private area, you let out a gasp as his fingers brush against your most sensitive area. You moan into his mouth as he gently massages you, his rhythm is off but it’s pleasurable nonetheless.

Jason pushes you down onto the bed next to you before settling between your legs, you smile up at him as he looks to you for direction,

“Can you finger me?” You ask and he nods, you decide to show him what to do, you teasingly slip your hands down your body you can see Jason’s eyes locked onto your hand, you stop for a moment to tease yourself making sure to let a few moans slip out before you slowly slip your fingers into yourself, he watches intently until you pull your fingers out. He gently grabs your hand to study the wetness left behind, before he gently pushes his fingers into your entrance and he carefully replicated the same movements you made. He let out a few groans as he watched you play with yourself while he fingered you. The both of you were a bit lost in eachother, enjoying the sounds of pleasure that was coming from the two of you.

“Jason, please, I want you inside me.” You moan and he tenses and freezes, the two of you stay there staring into each others eyes, just as you’re about to say he doesn’t have too if he’s not ready yet, he takes his dick in his hand and slowly pumps himself before lining up with your entrance and he slowly pushes in. Jason moans loudly and buried his head into the crook of your neck, you wrap your legs around his waist and gently run your hands up and down his back, and you both lay there for a moment as close as humanly possible before Jason props himself up and grabs your hips before he slowly pulls out before pushing all the way back in, you moan and he stares at you before doing it again.

Before long you and Jason are in a hard and steady pace, as he pounds away mercilessly in the position that makes you scream the most, as you do your best to get yourself off as he fucks you into the mattress. Jason is completely giving in and letting himself give into to pleasure, the feeling of you around him driving you insane. He looks down to see his dick going in and out of you, he loves watching you stretch around him as he fucks you.

It’s not long before you’re moaning his name and pulling him down to kiss you, he kisses you so lovingly, before he moves down to sloppily kiss your neck, leaving soft bites, it’s not long before Jason can feel you clenching around him, causing his hips to stutter a bit as he powers through his own rising orgasm, you both are lost in pleasure as orgasms take over your bodies. Jason pulls out one last time before burying his dick in you as he cums with a deep groan.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, chests heaving as you catch your breaths, you stare up at Jason with a big smile across your face,

“That was amazing, thank you so much. I love you.” You say as you press a soft kiss to his lips, he smiles down at you before pulling out and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Cmon, let’s go shower love.” You say and he nods sleepily.

[mockerycrow]

I literally just want anything Rudy x Reader or Alejandro x Reader 😩

I Wanna Know What Love Is (Rudy x GN!Reader)

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Summary: You work at a local coffee shop that Rudy frequents and he works up the courage to ask you out on a date.

A/N: THERE IS NOT ENOUGH RUDY CONTENT!! thank you for the request, anon. <3 let me know if my translations are wrong. btw, yes, the title is a song. Reader is implied to be Mexican.

WARNINGS: Pure fluff!

Rudy doesn’t think it’s fair; the way you look, the way you act, your unnecessary kindness. Part of him knows it’s customer service, it’s a part of the mask you must have for your customers—a similar mask he must hold for the people he faces as well—but he couldn’t help the way his gut tightened at your smile.

Rudy’s never really had crushes like that before, maybe he’s had a few hookups here and there, a consistent sexual partner once or twice, but he never actually found anyone romantically enticing. You’ve had a quite few good talks with Rudy when you were less busy, usually at the end of rush hour. He’s learned a bit about you during those times; your favorite color, some of your hobbies, a few names of your close friends that he doesn’t really remember at the moment, and some other minor things.

Rudy can’t help but feel so.. attracted to you. He finds himself antsy to get to this little coffee shop, knowing you’ll be there. You told him you don’t work Thursday’s or Friday’s, so he doesn’t end up going, but you don’t need to know that. Rudy was never much a coffee person, but he’ll fake it every time for you to make his drink. He became a regular and you immediately picked up his drink choices.

“What will it be today, Rudy?” You grin, leaning your hands on the counter that has the cash register resting on it. You’re wearing your uniform; black polo, blue jeans, an apron and a company hat. Your fingers push at the pen at rests just at your fingertips absentmindedly. Rudy thinks he dies right then and there. He’s never heard his name sound so good coming from someone else; let alone his nickname. He didn’t even have to ask you to call him Rudy. “Straight black,” He murmurs in response, taking out his wallet. You hum as you watch him feel around for his wallet and you wave your hand. “No es necesario, señor.” You reply, pushing yourself from the counter.

Rudy’s eyebrows furrow and look at you, pausing his movements. “It’s on the house.” You simply gives him a smile before you walk further behind the counter, leaving him dumbfounded. A simple motion such as that shouldn’t be sending your heart pounding, but it is. He quietly walks over to the other counter where you would collect your coffee if you had ordered. Your smile and your words are sending him into a spiral, and he know that shouldn’t have much of an effect on you, but again; it is.

You interrupt his thoughts by placing the double plated paper cup in front of him, causing Rudy’s gaze to snap to you. And of course, he feels his cheeks burn as he can’t hold back a soft smile. “Gracias,” He murmurs quietly, holding eye contact as he takes the cup from the counter. You nod and grin, your tone a teasing one. “You’re so basic with your coffee choices. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re coming here just to see me!”

Rudy’s heart dropped to his stomach, his smile faltering ever so slightly. How did you kno—

You laugh and wave it off. “Ah, cálmate! I’m only messing with you. Maybe I could expand your tastes later with some Kahlúa.”

“I’d like that,” Rudy blurts out.

Oh shit.

You blink at him and giggle quietly after a moment. “Yeah? You would?”

Rudy clears his throat, trying to ignore the ache in his chest from his heart rapidly beating at an abnormal pace for too long. He nods, a nervous smile coming to his face. “Yeah, maybe, uh.. we could do something together? ¿Puedes hacerme esa bebida especial?”

You don’t say anything for a moment and Rudy is fully convinced you’re about to laugh in his face—wait, are you blushing?

You bite your lip as you grab a napkin and take a pen out of a pocket in your apron, writing something down.

His eyebrows raise as he realizes it; you’re accepting his offer for a date.

You slide the napkin over to Rudy, that big, yet shy smile remaining on your face. ‘Pink looks good on you.’ Rudy thinks in the back of his head, loving how your blush outlines your cheekbones. He looks down at it and he scored your number. He looks back at you with a similar grin to yours.

“I’m off tomorrow. Text me whenever and we’ll see if you can hold your liquor, yeah?”

Yes, definitely yes.

No es necesario, señor. = No need, sir./It’s not necessary, sir.

Gracias. = Thank you.

Cálmate! = Calm down!/Take it easy!

Kahlúa. = A Mexican coffee liqueur, typically made into ice coffee.

¿Puedes hacerme esa bebida especial? = Can you make me that special drink?

[sonicstalker123]

Korekiyo x Reader who commits s***ide because of Korekiyo’s death

CW: sewerslide, gore, knives, hints of sh, fainting, screaming in anger and sadness, mentions of bugs

Content: EXTREME angst

(This is my first and only time I’ll write one of these as it’s a sensitive topic for not just me, but others as well.)

She/her pronouns used.

It was almost time for the class trial. Gonta was brutally murdered in the library. His mouth was taped shut and he was hanged upside down with several stab wounds. There was a LOT of blood on the floor. Once Kaito, Y/N and Shuichi find his body, Y/N gets pale and passes out. Fortunately Korekiyo was nearby and catches Y/N. “I have you now, Y/N, you’re safe with me.” He sits on the ground with Y/N in his arms. One arm hugging her and the other arm on her head.

“Kiyo? Is that Y/N?? Is she okay??” Keebo asks, concerned. “I’m sure she will be okay soon. It is concerning that she is… very pale, though.”

Keebo thinks to himself. “Kiyo, please let go of her for just a moment, I’d like to scan her for just one moment. It’s a new upgrade that Miu gave me and I want to test it out!” Korekiyo nods and gently moves her a few inches to the left.

Kiyo watches with curious eyes. He hears a humming noise coming from Keebo’s eyes?? He quite literally scans her. “The scan is complete! Vitals and everything else seems normal. It seems like she just fainted at the sight of blood. Do you know if that is normal for her?”

“This is a first for me. She has seen blood before and hasn’t fainted.” Kiyo casually responds. “Where…. Have you both seen blood..?” Keebo asks, concerned and also disturbed. “We watch horror movies sometimes. They get pretty gorey.” Kiyo responds. “WELL. I’m out, I must resume the investigation.” Keebo responds, disturbed by how casual Kiyo is with his responses. Korekiyo picks up Y/N and holds her close to him, with her head on his chest.

About ten minutes pass and Y/N wakes up, startling Kiyo. She looks up at him, a little dazed. “Dearest, you’re awake! How are you feeling?” Y/N soon realizes that her head is on her boyfriend’s chest, causing her to blush. Her blush causes Kiyo to blush slightly. “I-I was just protecting you!” Korekiyo responds, sounding embarrassed. “From… what?” Y/N asks, turning her head slightly and she almost sees Gonta’s lifeless body. “Darling, Gonta… passed away. Somebody ended his life… and his killer is somewhere in this very academy.” “W-What?! We were just talking about bugs and he was showing me a bunch of cute caterpillars JUST yesterday!” Y/N starts to sob, burying her head in Kiyo’s chest.

“D-Darling… cry as much as you need to. I’m here for you.” He pats her head and gently hugs her. Himiko turns around and sees Y/N crying and she starts to just BAWL. “We’re… gonna find your k-killer and bring them to j-justice..!”

Y/N eventually calms down and shakily sighs. “I… I think it’s almost t-time for the class trial. We will find who did this to you, Gonta! I promise!”

The TV monitor thing turns on. “Yup, she’s right! It’s finally time for the long anticipated class trial!” Monokuma exclaims.

Everybody makes their way to the Shrine of Judgement. “Kiyo… I was wondering if I could go with you to your lab after all of this is finished?”

That question stabbed Korekiyo like a knife, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do that. “Of course, my rose. Anything for you.” He responds.

Time for the class trial.

Everybody debates for a what felt like forever. Y/N is putting the pieces together and can’t believe it. “The killer is you, Korekiyo Shinguji, the Ultimate Anthropologist!” Shuichi yells and Y/N gasps and falls to her knees. “Bahaha! Your vote was correct, Shuichi! Though Y/N? You did an oopsie and you’re risking everybody else’s lives by voting for yourself! DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN. YOU’LL GET PUNISHED.” Monokuma growls.

Y/N walks up to Korekiyo. Everybody turns their head to watch Kiyo and Y/N talk. “But… why? Why would you do that?! Why did you kill Gonta?!” Y/N asks, in between her cries. “He was a threat! Last week, he almost broke your spine giving you a tight hug! He literally almost squeezed the life out of you, Y/N! I know he was worried and said “Gonta so sorry”, and all that SHIT, but he almost KILLED you!”

“Aaaaand that’s the tea.” Kokichi says, snickering to himself.

“I also wanted him to feel the same pain you felt. I taped his mouth shut so nobody could hear him.” Korekiyo responds, almost proud of himself.

“Yeah, I couldn’t move for days and Gonta watched over me and took care of me as his way of apologizing but you didn’t have to resort to MURDER! Gonta was innocent!” Y/N yells.

“Oooh, she’s big mad now.” Kokichi says.

“Kokichi, shhh. I’m invested in this tea too, so I wanna listen.” Tsumugi responds.

Korekiyo sighs and hands Y/N his mask and his hat and wipes her tears.

“ITS PUNISHMENT TIIIIIME!” Monokuma exclaims. “No…. NOOOO!” Y/N exclaims. “TAKE ME INSTEAD OF HIM!” Korekiyo looks at Y/N and sighs sadly. “My dearest rose, I did the crime, so I must pay… with my life. I don’t want to leave you, i-in fact, it pains me greatly to leave you, but this must happen. I love you and I will miss you. I’ll still be with you, in your heart. Every time you look at my mask and my hat, that’s me.” He gives her one final kiss, leaving a little kiss mark on her cheek from his lipstick.

Y/N starts bawling.

As Korekiyo gets his punishment, Y/N falls to her knees and starts bawling hysterically. When he gets dropped into the boiling hot pot, she yells so loud that she loses her voice. Korekiyo can faintly hear her screams and it shatters his heart, causing him to feel despair.

The pot gets even hotter, finally causing him to literally melt, turning him into a ghost. His sister is gone good fucking riddance, she will not be missed… She’s burning in hell

Korekiyo floats to a building’s roof and sits on it, sighing sadly. “I hope to see you again, my beautiful rose. My dearest.”

After the trial, she falls asleep from crying. Tenko picks up her up and carries her to her dorm room. She puts his hat and mask on her nightstand. A few weeks pass. Y/N just looks empty. Eyes look empty. She hasn’t spoken to anybody after the trial.

At the cafeteria, Tenko looks concerned. “I’m worried about Y/N. I haven’t seen her in days.” Right as she said that, Y/N was seen, but only for a second. She looks pale, literally as if she has no life in her. “Y/N! There you are! Are you okay???” Tenko asks. No response. Y/N just walks outside and sits at the table outside. Ryoma sighs and catches up with her. “Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? We haven’t seen you in days.” Y/N looks up at the sky.

“No response, huh? Listen… I know all too well what it feels like to lose somebody. I had somebody important to me, too. It took a long time to heal from those wounds. So we’re in the same boat, haha. Don’t tell anybody I said this, but I cry every now and then when I think about her.” Y/N starts to cry once more, but still doesn’t say anything. Ryoma turns his head to see her crying. “Hey now, it-it’s alright. Gosh, I’ve never been good at this sort of thing.”

Y/N fidgets with her hands. “This….. this was our favorite place. We would sit here for hours and I would be so happy to just listen to him tell me his stories… Now… I can’t do that anymore.” “Oh, she speaks once more. Haven’t heard your voice in quite some time. If you need to talk to me, I’m here.” Ryoma jumps off the side of the table and walks away.

Y/N makes her way to Kiyo’s lab and just lays on the floor. “I miss you like crazy. It’s only been a few weeks but… it feels like just yesterday that we were in here on a date, with K-Kiyo infodumping teaching me about the Dog God and everything else imaginable. It hurts. It hurts knowing that I… can’t do that anymore. I wish I could feel your embrace just one more time….” Y/N gets up, goes to her dorm room and grabs a pillow, blanket and his mask. She locks the door and goes to sleep. For three days.

When Y/N wakes up, she grabs Kiyo’s mask, sneaks into Tsumugi’s lab and grabs her scissors, grabs her new hat and makes her way back to Kiyo’s lab. “Forgive me for this, Korekiyo. But always said that humanity was beautiful…” some time passes and looks down at her wrist, seeing that she cut herself with the scissors that she stole. She then starts wearing long sleeve t-shirts.

“I just saw Y/N, only for a moment. It seems that she looks more upset. We are all upset, but she’s more upset than all of us combined.” Keebo states, sighing sadly. Oh if only he knew.

Y/N makes her way to the kitchen and grabs a knife. She walks back to Kiyo’s lab and places the knife next to her. She scrolls through old selfies she’s taken with him… she hesitates for a moment but gets a pen and paper and decides to write her final words. “I will see… you soon, my love.”

‘This is goodbye, isn’t it? Kiyo made me feel special. He made me feel loved. He really made me feel wonderful. Appreciated. I’ll never forget the memories we made. I couldn’t bare the thought of being away from him for much longer, it was just tearing me up inside. Take this hat and mask and put it on my bed. As a reminder that we will be with one another forever. See you guys in another life. I thought you all were amazing friends.’

She sends Kaito a text. ‘Goodbye.’ SEND.

“Guys, Y/N just sent me a text a text saying “goodbye”. What does that mean?” Shuichi gasps. “She’s been by herself for days and we haven’t seen her. Could she be in Kiyo’s lab? That’s where I think she could be. I’m gonna go investigate. Kaito, do you want to come with me?” “Of course! You too, Maki Roll! We’re sidekicks! Off to Kiyo’s lab!”

The three run to Kiyo’s lab, with everybody anxious. They tried to open the door, but it is locked. Kaito bangs on the door. “Y/N! ARE YOU IN THERE?? ARE YOU OKAY?!” “Hold on, I got this.” Maki says and kicks the door open. “Being the Ultimate Assassin means that you have to be strong in all depa-“ Maki turns her head to see a lifeless Y/N, bleeding out with a cut throat and a knife in hand, blood everywhere holding Y/N’s note. “She really did commit…”

*DING DONG BING BONG*

“A body has been discovered!!”

(Gosh, this was rough to write. Should I do a “part 2” to this, where Kiyo and his gf are reunited?)

EDIT: made a part 2! https://www.tumblr.com/sonicstalker123/747513052154478592/korekiyo-x-reader-who-commits-side-because-of

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Safe Haven [Chapter Eleven]

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains violence, drug use, domestic abuse, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers

a/n: Finally getting chapter eleven up after a little break working on this fic! We get some cheeky Mikey fluff at the end of this one and the date you're all probably looking forward to will be in the next chapter! Feedback is always appreciated!

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"You were going to leave without saying anything to me?" Megan snapped.

Her hand darted out across the table, slapping your arm sharply and causing you to press a few keys on your laptop keyboard accidentally. Your head turned towards her, a guilty look on your face. 

"What the fuck, sis?" she shot. "You could have at least told me!"

“You’d have tried to come up with some ridiculous plan for me to stay,” you replied. “Don’t tell me otherwise.”

“We both could have talked to Birdy!” she exclaimed. “She likes me! Or we could’ve talked to Michael! I’m sure she would’ve listened to him .”

“I didn’t know that was a possibility, okay?” you explained. “I kept telling myself he’d believe her over me. And I figured if I told you I was leaving, you’d do something crazy like tell Michael–”

Megan pointed a firm finger at you, her expression serious when she cut you off. “You’re damn fucking right I’d have gone and told his ass you were getting run out of the country by his aunt. Because I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be too thrilled if you just up and left on him. That man has caught feelings for you.” Her hand lowered, picking up her mug of coffee from the table with a sigh as she brought it to her lips. “So what did end up happening? Since you’re still here, I assume something happened.”

You sighed yourself, sitting back in the kitchen chair and focusing on your sister instead of the emails you’d been looking through. “I had my bags in the trunk of the car, was ready to make my way to the airport, but then Michael just literally shows up at that exact moment before I could leave,” you told her.

“Wow, that is some fortuitous luck,” she muttered.

“Birdy had been driving him back from the Garda station,” you continued. “So she was trying to tell him I was a liar and then I just–just blurted out the reason why I was actually leaving. It seemed to change her tune real quick. But oh Meg, you should have seen how pissed he was.”

“At you?” she asked, her brows pulling together.

You shook your head quickly. “No, at Birdy. For threatening me,” you told her.

Her eyes went wide as she swiftly leaned across the table towards you. “Was he screaming and cursing a bunch? Threatening her back?”

“Threatening her a bit it seemed. But no, it wasn’t some violent, loud outburst,” you answered. “It was like…this really calm, really collected rage. She practically shrank under his stare. It was…”

“Scary?” Megan supplied.

“No,” you admitted, a sheepish smile on your lips as you ducked your head. “It was…kind of hot, actually.”

Megan barked out a laugh, the sound only drawing a blush to further form on your cheeks. 

“Oh my God!” she squealed. “You want him to do some bad, bad things to you in the bedroom, don’t you?”

“What?” you asked in alarm, eyes going wide as your head darted back up.

“Stop it,” she said, grinning at you. “Because I also want him to do some bad, bad things to you in the bedroom. Damn girl, you need it.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, eyes returning to your laptop.

“So was that all that happened? Because you were passed out last night when I got home, so you didn’t really tell me anything before bed,” she pressed.

Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth as you tried to bite back a smile. Megan caught on quickly, gasping audibly before she was leaning across the table again, slapping your arm repeatedly.

“Spill, bitch! Spill! Did you two finally fuck?” she pried.

“No, we didn’t do that!” you answered her, trying to swat away her hands. “But we talked briefly about Victor. And…some other things. But then he asked me out for coffee tomorrow morning and then we…kissed.”

Megan’s expression quickly changed to something soft as she cooed, “Aww, you finally kissed him? How was it? Was it good?”

Your gaze lowered to the table, the smile growing on your face as you recalled that moment from yesterday morning. You remembered the heavy sexual tension you felt in the air with his forehead pressed to yours, his warm breath falling over your lips. The way he’d finally and so carefully pressed his lips to yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. How your heart was pounding in your chest when his mouth had moved so deliberate and slow against yours. You’d melted into him on that couch when his big hands gradually held you firmly to him, right before his tongue had slipped into your mouth. You could still recall the way he tasted, the way his tongue felt against yours, and the memory of that alone was beginning to stir a heat within you. 

“Okay, well it must’ve been good because it looks like you’re getting a lady boner thinking about it,” Megan said, breaking through your thoughts.

You cleared your throat, licking your lips as you focused back on her. Biting back a smile you admitted, “He’s a really good kisser. And I would certainly like to explore… more of that with him.”

“And more of him , I’m sure,” Megan teased.

You rolled your eyes, your focus returning back to your emails. “Okay, yes, I would,” you agreed. “But I’m–”

Your sentence hung unfinished in the air when you spotted a new email that had come into your work email address inbox. The sender’s email address instantly caught your eye. It was your previous address from where you’d just disappeared from before uprooting and moving to Dublin. Swallowing hard, you realized Victor must have finally caught wind of your place in Wisconsin. It was probably only a matter of time before he discovered you’d been in Chicago next. Would he be able to figure out where you’d flown to from O’Hare airport?

“But you’re what?” Megan said in annoyance, nudging you with her foot under the table. “Come on, you know I hate when you leave me hanging like that.”

Mouth opening, no words came out as you continued to stare at the email. You felt the cold prickle of fear steadily creeping up your spine, blanketing you in the unpleasant sensation. 

“Grace?” your sister called out.

“It’s him,” you whispered, eyes glued to the screen. “He’s getting closer.”

Megan pushed her chair out, rising to her feet. “What?” she asked.

Stepping around behind you, Megan placed her hands on the back of your chair and leaned over your shoulder. You pointed at the email address on the screen. 

“That’s my old address in Wisconsin,” you explained. “I’d noticed he’d caught onto where I’d last stayed in Washington and slipped out to Chicago for a few weeks. I was afraid he’d find me in Wisconsin if I didn’t. And then I–I panicked in Chicago and that’s why I came out here.” 

You turned, looking at your sister beside you. Her focus steadily shifted back to you.

“I thought my best chance to get away was to finally leave the States,” you told her. “But I’m starting to worry. Birdy mentioned the Serpents have a chapter in Cork.”

Megan’s face fell as she stood upright, her hands landing on her hips. “You’re kidding me, right? They’re here now, too?”

“Yeah, apparently,” you answered. “Running guns in Ireland. Probably a new source for the Club Stateside. It makes sense.”

Megan’s eyes slowly returned to your laptop screen, your own gaze following it. She gestured a hand towards your computer.

“So are you going to open it?” she asked.

You shook your head quickly, staring at the email address that felt like it was taunting you. “No,” you said. “I’m starting to wonder if he’s tracking me through some of this. It’s better that I change my work email address again, but my editor is going to be pissed because I just did that a few days ago.”

“Who cares,” Megan said. “I’d rather she be pissed than you be dead.”

"Yeah," you breathed out. 

With your pulse still racing, you exited out of your email and closed your laptop. That feeling of being watched returned and the sensation only made your skin crawl. 

"We'll figure it out, okay?" Megan assured you. "And maybe it'll be harder for him to find you here. He's probably expecting you somewhere in the U.S. still. I doubt he'd think to look in Ireland."

"Right," you replied softly. "You're–you're probably right."

Movement outside of the kitchen window caught both of your attention, your heads both quickly spinning in the direction to see what it was. Birdy was making her way up the paved driveway and you noticed she was carrying a plate in her hands. What the hell was she up to now?

"Not what I needed this morning at all," you complained, rising to your feet.

"Maybe she isn't coming to run you out of Ireland this time?" Megan suggested. 

You didn't answer her as you made your way to the front door. Opening it, you came face to face with Birdy and the polite smile on her face. Crossing your arms over your chest, you leant up against the doorframe as Megan came to stand behind you. 

"Birdy," you greeted sharply. 

"G'mornin' dears," she said cheerily. "I hope you're doin' well?"

"Better than I was doing earlier in the week," you answered flatly with a pointed stare. 

Her smile briefly faltered at your words, her eyes landing on Megan behind you for a moment before they returned to you. Awkwardly she held up the plate in her hands, your eyes dropping down to the baked good that was on it.

"Made ya both a coffee cake," she said. "Couldn' exactly sleep last night and I felt bad for…what I'd done."

"How do I know you didn't poison that?" you asked, gesturing to the coffee cake.

Birdy’s face fell as she nodded. "S'pose I deserve that," she said. "But I didn't poison it. I came to offer a proper apology. For what I unknowingly did to ya, dear."

One of your brows arched in surprise at her. You certainly hadn't been expecting that as the cause of her visit. 

"Would it be alrigh' if I come inside for a chat, Grace?" she asked hopefully. "Just the two of us?"

For a moment you contemplated what she was asking of you, your lips pressing firmly together as you stared back at her. Eventually you pushed off the doorframe and stepped aside, waving Birdy in. You figured it was probably better to hear her out. If she really was going to make amends it was better to have Birdy on your side than against you. 

Birdy made her way straight to the kitchen as you closed the front door, hearing Megan following behind her. When you stepped into the kitchen yourself, you saw your sister grabbing her half empty mug of coffee from the table where you both had previously been, her eyes lingering hungrily on the coffee cake as she began to make her way out of the room.

"I'll be in the back garden if you need me," she said to you as she passed by.

Your attention focused on Birdy, arms still firmly crossed over your chest as you stood opposite the kitchen island from her. Neither of you spoke until you'd heard the back door slide open and then closed again, signaling the pair of you really were alone. 

  "I'm sorry for jumpin' to conclusions, Grace," Birdy began, her tone shockingly sincere. "I noticed somethin' seemed off from the moment I met ya and I couldn' let it go. I had to look into it because that naggin' feelin' wouldn't leave me be. I needed to make sure ya weren't some sorta threat to my family. Ya have to understand that, at least."

"I do," you replied, arms still crossed over your chest. "I understand that, but you also threatened me, Birdy."

That look you'd seen her give Mikey yesterday morning was on her face again now. It was oddly disarming as she glanced down at the coffee cake on the counter before her. Her fingers were nervously tapping along the edge of the plate.

"I–I cannot apologize enough," she said, gently saying your real name. "I didn't know he was your ex-fiance. Nor did I know he was…violent with ya. There was–was nothin’ in my searchin’ that woulda been able to tell me any of that." 

She winced, her gaze still on the coffee cake but it looked distant. As if she was somewhere else right now, somewhere besides your sister’s kitchen. You watched her in silence, waiting for her to speak again. 

"I s'pose I should have read it on your face, dear," she continued quietly. "I understand what it was that caught my attention with ya now. Because I’ve been there myself."

You stiffened at her admission, sucking in a sharp breath. The sound drew her eyes back up to yours. She sent you a sad smile before she slowly nodded.

“Ya aren’t alone, Grace,” she admitted. “But ya say you're here in Dublin hidin' from your ex then?" 

"Yes," you answered. 

Birdy’s eyes narrowed a little at your response. "How long have ya been hidin' from him, dear?" she asked next. 

"Almost two years," you confessed. 

"And he’s lookin' to hurt ya, is he?" she pressed.

You nodded, your arms further tightening over your chest. The email from just a bit ago flashed through your mind.

"More like kill me," you told her.

Birdy eyed you for a long moment, her eyes softer than they'd ever been towards you. You felt yourself gradually relaxing in her presence this time.

"Have ya ever thought 'bout fightin' back, pet?" she asked curiously. "Instead of hidin'?"

Brows rising up onto your forehead, you gaped back at her. "What?" you questioned.

She pressed both of her hands to the countertop, leaning forward towards you. There was a dangerous smile drawing the corners of her lips up, something devious in the piercing blue of her eyes.

"Have ya thought 'bout takin' him out yourself, dear?" she clarified. "Standin' your ground? Stop lettin' him scare ya away from living your life?"

"Are you suggesting I kill him?" you gasped, eyes widening.

"I'm suggestin' exactly that," she replied. 

Mouth still open, you could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest at the idea. You'd never considered that before. You'd certainly never killed someone before and you didn't think you had it in you. Victor was dangerous and he certainly would not hesitate to kill you, but you? Kill him ?

"Now I don’t necessarily mean you need to be doin’ the deed. But it’s just a thought, dear," Birdy said, pushing back off the counter and shrugging a shoulder. "Ya caught Mikey's eye and I have a feelin' he's already thinkin' along those lines himself."

"I don't want him involved," you said immediately. "I don't want him to get hurt."

"Ohh, love," Birdy said with a light laugh. "I assure ya that our sweet Mikey can certainly handle himself. Ya don’t need to worry your pretty little head ‘bout him.” Birdy’s head tilted to the side, her eyes narrowing again. “D’ya have a gun, dear?”

“What?” you asked, surprised again by her bluntness. “No–no. Not here. It’s not exactly like I could travel with one.”

Birdy’s hand lightly patted the countertop. “I’ll get ya one, Grace. In case ya have need of it. Ya never know,” she said. “But maybe let’s not tell Mikey ‘bout it, yeah? I imagine he’ll be wantin’ to be doin’ the protectin’.”

“I–” you paused, your brows knitting together in confusion on your forehead.

All week Birdy had been wary of you. Making threats and trying to push you out of Dublin. Now she was showing up with coffee cake and chatting, offering to bring you a gun for protection. It was a drastic change from how she’d been and it had made you more than a little curious and confused.

“Why’re you suddenly trying to help me?” you asked. “You’ve been spending this past week trying to get rid of me and now you’re offering to bring me a gun?”

“I don’t like men like your ex,” Birdy stated sharply, her jaw set firm. “And I look out for my family. Even though I know ya aren’t family, pet, ya mean somethin’ to my Mikey. And that means somethin’ to me. So as long as you aren’t a threat to the Kinsellas, you’ll have me lookin’ out for both your sister and yourself.”

You swallowed the lump of emotions forming in your throat at her words. It had been so long–too long–since anyone else had looked out for you. Now here Birdy was, easily switching from enemy to ally just like that.

“I’ve seen how happy you’ve been makin’ Mikey lately,” Birdy added softly, a little smile returning to her mouth. “It warms my heart. He cares ‘bout ya. And I’m guessin’ the feeling’s mutual?”

Heat crept onto your cheeks, your eyes dropping down to your feet. “I haven’t exactly had the opportunity to be with anyone in a long time,” you admitted. “Never stayed anywhere long enough after Victor. I tried to push him away but–” you bit your lip, recalling the way his hazel eyes saw you. “I can’t–can’t seem to stay away from him. It’s like he gets me. Sees me. Doesn’t judge me. And I just…find myself wanting to let him in.”

“Hmm,” Birdy happily hummed out, making her way around the kitchen island towards you. “He’s a good man, Michael. A very good man. One with a very big heart. Don’t let his past scare ya, dear. He’d never hurt ya. Despite the things he’s done, Mikey’s a very gentle soul.”

Your eyes rose back up and landed on Birdy’s warm smile. Somehow the heat only increased in your cheeks at the conversation.

“I’m not afraid of him,” you said. “I’ve already told him that.”

“Good,” Birdy stated. “Bet he needed to hear that. But I won’t overstay my welcome, pet,” she continued. “If ya need me, ya know where I live. Don’t hesitate to ask for help with anythin’–especially if it’s some of the Kinsellas themselves. Sometimes they can be a handful and we currently have some… things keepin’ us on edge.”

“I haven’t exactly met the others,” you told her.

“Ahh well,” Birdy said, a grin on her face. “I’m sure ya will soon enough.”

You watched as she turned, making her way out of the kitchen and towards the front door. A few seconds later you startled when she popped her head back into the kitchen.

“I’ll get ya that gun, soon,” she assured you. “Don’t ya worry.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Birdy sent you one last smile before she opened the front door and stepped out. Through the kitchen window you watched as she made her way back down the driveway and turned towards her house. 

So she was going to get you a gun and she wasn’t trying to run you out of Ireland anymore. She seemed sincere in her apology, too. Things seemed to be working out, for now at least.

Maybe Dublin wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe you could let your walls down a little bit here. And maybe Birdy was on to something about standing your ground instead of hiding.

Resting your back against the headboard of your bed, you were working on interacting with your fans on social media just as Angela had reminded you to do earlier this evening. As you’d predicted, she’d been quite agitated when you needed to change your email address yet again so soon, but when you’d told her you’d made progress towards the deadline, she’d quickly eased up on you.

After Birdy’s visit earlier, despite the intimidating email this morning, your mood had lightened a bit and you’d found the words just seemed to flow right out of you. You’d managed to write quite a few thousand words before you’d gotten a bit of a headache and decided to focus on social media before calling it a night. Which is why you’d been relaxing on your bed for the past hour now, responding to messages and comments. Thankfully none of which were from your ex this time.

The light turning on in Michael’s room caught your eye and you immediately glanced up from your laptop screen on your lap. Michael was making his way into his bedroom, one hand running through his hair. He looked tired as he shuffled into his room, but he stopped in his tracks when he spotted you laying on the bed. Hand slowly dropping to his side, a smile began to form on his lips.

You hadn’t seen him since yesterday morning when he’d stopped you from leaving. You’d admittedly been a little disappointed when he hadn’t reached out to you at all today–or later last night to potentially continue where things had left off–but you knew you were getting coffee with him tomorrow morning. You’d see him then. But watching him now as he slowly made his way towards his bedroom window with his eyes locked on you and that grin steadily growing on his mouth, you realized you’d really missed him today.

Michael eventually came to a stop at his window, his hands reaching down and pulling it up. He stuck a hand out, gesturing towards your window and clearly asking you to do the same. With a playful roll of your eyes, you closed out of the tabs on your laptop and closed it, setting it aside on the mattress. And then you slid off the side of the bed and rose to your feet, making your way over towards the window. Grabbing onto it, you pulled it up high and were greeted with the chilly night air outside. You bent down and stuck your head outside, resting your elbows on the window ledge. Across from you, Michael copied the gesture, a tired smile on his face as he did. With the pair of you leaning out of the window like this, you could have been close enough to touch if you both had just reached out.

“Hi,” you said, unable to resist the grin forming on your own mouth.

“Hey,” he replied.

“Haven't seen you in awhile,” you told him. 

“I’m sorry ‘bout that,” he replied, a hand scratching at his beard. “Family shite came up. Been dealin’ with the…aftermath of some things.”

The shooting he’d done the other night, no doubt. It had probably started a feud. You hoped it wasn’t anything too serious though.

“I understand,” you said. “Been…dealing with a few things myself.”

His dark brows pulled together instantly, his expression switching to concern and worry. “Your ex?” he asked.

You shook your head, eyes focusing on your fidgeting hands. “Nothing serious at the moment. Nothing to be too worried about just yet at least. But Birdy paid me a visit this morning,” you told him.

“She come 'round to make more threats?” Michael asked, an edge to his words.

“No!” you answered quickly, eyes flying back up to his face as you shook your head. “No, she actually came over to apologize. And it was…surprisingly genuine. I hadn’t been expecting that. Or the coffee cake."

The muscles in his face relaxed, the tension in his shoulders easing. He ran a hand over his mouth, a small smile already back on it.

“Yeah, Birdy she–she's a good one," he said, the fondness clear in his voice. "She means well, but she's very protective over the family." The smile faltered on his face, the corners of his lips curving downward as he continued. "And I'm sorry she did what she did to ya, Grace. It wasn' right."

"Well it's settled now," you assured him.

"I'm–I'm glad ya didn't leave, either," he admitted softly. 

"Me too," you agreed. 

A coy smile gradually spread over your lips as you continued to hold his gaze. Michael’s brow rose curiously at the sight of it. 

"Because I'd have apparently missed a really good kiss if I had," you added.

A bark of surprised laughter flew out of Michael, a bright smile lighting up his face once again. The sound stirred something warm in you, your heart skipping happily in your chest. You watched as he bit his lip when his laughter subsided, eyeing you fondly across the small distance.

"Yeah?" he asked, a boyish grin on his mouth. "Ya weren't the only one who would've missed it. I'll tell ya that."

"You know," you continued with a sly smile, watching as his only grew when he leaned further out of his window towards you, "we never did get to pick up where we left off."

"Mmm," he hummed out, coming to rest his chin in his palm. "You're right. We didn't. Maybe tomorrow mornin' we can."

"Oh that's right," you teased, feigning innocence. "You asked me on a date, didn't you?"

"Only took ya two times to finally accept," he countered.

You laughed, your body feeling like it was lighter than air right now. It had been so long since you'd felt like this and somehow Michael kept managing to achieve it without really even trying. There was just something about him, you didn't understand it, but he made you feel safe. When you were with him, you forgot all your worries and fears. It was just the two of you. 

You liked it.

"I'm lookin' forward to gettin' coffee with ya in the mornin'," Michael confessed. "But I should probably get some sleep myself. Been a long couple of days for me."

You nodded, ignoring the disappointment that flooded you. You'd see him tomorrow, you reminded yourself. For a date. And you'd surely get to kiss him again then. 

"I won't keep you up," you told him. "I should probably get some sleep soon, too."

"G'night, Grace," he said, a warm smile on his mouth. 

"Goodnight, Michael," you replied.

Both of you slipped back through your windows, your eyes still locked on each other as you both closed them. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw him grab onto his curtains to close them.

"No show tonight?" you joked, knowing he couldn't hear you. 

Michael paused, his eyes on your lips as his brows drew together in confusion. His hand released his curtain and instead came down to reopen his window. He gestured back to yours and you felt heat creeping up your neck. Slowly you opened your window back up.

"What'd ya say, pet?" he asked, brows still pulled together. "Didn't hear ya."

You cleared your throat awkwardly. He wasn't supposed to have heard what you'd said to begin with but how else did you respond to that? 

"I uh, I was just saying there's no show for me tonight," you said, your cheeks burning.

Michael’s eyebrows rose slowly onto his forehead, a cheeky grin snaking its way onto his lips. "Oh yeah? Enjoyed that did ya?" he teased. 

Swallowing hard, you wished you could disappear into the floor. "I was–was just joking," you replied awkwardly.

"Mmm," he hummed out, that cheeky smile still on his mouth. "Well I been wonderin' where my show was," he teased.

Your jaw dropped at his unexpected boldness and Michael chuckled. You hadn't anticipated that to come out of him.

"Michael Kinsella," you said, his name coming out more breathless than you'd intended which only appeared to grow his smile. "And here I was thinking you were a little shy ."

He laughed again, shaking his head at you. "I assure ya, pet, I'm not shy," he told you. "But I'm only jokin' myself."

Closing your mouth you tried to recover, but it was difficult considering the look that Michael was still giving you from his room. Especially after that comment. You wished you could jump the gap into his room and discover just how not shy he really was.

"I'll see ya in the mornin', Grace," he said, shooting you a wink.

You tried to bite back the smile on your face, your cheeks burning still. You wondered if he could see it as he lowered his window, that cheeky grin turning a little smug smirk on his face. Reaching up, you lowered your own window, your eyes still fixed on Michael as you did. 

You were about to send him a wave and close your curtains, but you saw his hands grab the hem of his navy sweater before he pulled it up over his head, tossing it onto the floor behind him like he'd done the other morning. Laughter bubbled out of you, a hand lifting to cover your mouth as you watched him point to you through the window. You swore he'd said 'just for you' before he grinned, the brightness from his smile reaching his eyes. Your own eyes openly roved the sight of his now exposed chest, your fingers desperately itching to touch him.

He was certainly attractive, you couldn't deny it.

You were still laughing when he sent a wave your way, your hand falling from your mouth to return the gesture. Slowly he closed the curtains, cutting off your view of him. It took you a moment to stop the giggles that your laughter had fallen into and finally close your own curtains. 

As you made your way back to your bed, flipping open your laptop to finish what you'd been doing before you went to sleep, you couldn't help but realize you were still smiling. You certainly liked Michael Kinsella, that much was incredibly obvious. And whatever this was forming between you both had been absolutely unexpected when you'd disappeared to Dublin. But you were quickly becoming grateful for it.

And as the night wore on, you found yourself steadily growing giddy and nervous for your coffee date with him tomorrow morning.

[artiststarme]

Sunflowers

You know, it's kind of concerning that it's easier for me to write angst and heartache than it is to write happy fluff. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it and please leave your thoughts in the comments! Thank you to @doubleb11, @nburkhardt, and @carlyv for the prompt ideas!

~*~*~*~

Eddie was in over his head. He’d dreamed of dating Steve, of taking him out on dates and being the perfect boyfriend. The problem was, he was all talk. He had no experience with dating and Steve was blowing him out of the water. 

Because Steve was the perfect boyfriend and Eddie didn’t know how to handle it. With every whispered flirt or door held open or any other small act of chivalry, all Eddie could do was blush a deep scarlet and pull a chunk of hair in front of his face. Last week, Eddie had choked on his beer because Steve told him he looked handsome under the starlight. Two days ago, Steve came to his set at The Hideout and gave him a thumbs up which caused Eddie to very nearly mess up his lines and fall off the stage. And when Steve picked him up today, he brought both he and Wayne homemade breakfast sandwiches and a thermos of coffee. 

How the hell was this guy so good at being a good boyfriend?! Literally, they’re sitting at a picnic at that very moment in a valley in the woods, surrounded by sunflowers, and Steve kept flustering him. Eddie’s face was going to be stained permanently red if he kept blushing like this. 

“You look really cute today. I love your Metal guy shirt, it really brings out the softness of your hair.”

Now what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Steve wasn’t even trying and Eddie could feel his face heating up just from the small comment. He had to one up this guy and fast.  

“Um, first of all, it’s Metallica. I know you can read that from there. Also, I don’t know why my hair looks soft. I used the same two-in-one I always do.”

Steve’s face does something complicated, a mix between scandal and constipation. Eddie could tell he was holding himself back from saying something. Oh shit, he said the wrong thing. Flirt Eddie, flirt!

“You look really hot with the sun hitting you like that. And the yellow flowers remind me of your sweater at Lover’s Lake. Very hot. I’m literally sweltering just thinking about it.”

Steve blushed and looked up at Eddie through his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah! 

Eddie had his opportunity. When Steve blushed down to his neck and looked down at the ground with a soft smile on his face, Eddie plucked the nearest sunflower to them and moved to kneel on one knee in front of him. 

“Stevie, my baby, my love, the paladin of my dreams. Would you do me the sacred honor of accepting this sunflower that displays the affections I hold for you?” Eddie waited with bated breath. They’d only been officially dating for like a month and this was essentially a half-assed proposal. Nice going you dipshit, you’re going to scare him off-

Steve’s shy smile turned into a beaming grin and he yanked Eddie into a bruising kiss. “I’d love to, Eddie! Give me the flower. Did you know sunflowers are my favorite?”

Eddie smiled as he tucked the flower behind Steve’s left ear, brushing his fingers against his cheek as he did. “Of course I did, sweetheart. They’re sunny just like you. And might I say, you look beautiful.”

Steve couldn’t do much in the face of his compliment but smile adoringly and pull him in for another kiss. 

Eddie might not believe himself to be a good boyfriend because he would never be able to match Steve’s flawless charms. However, Steve couldn’t imagine how he got so lucky as to have such a pretty and kind metalhead boyfriend that gave him his favorite flowers and called him beautiful. Eddie was the smoothest person there was and he could never measure up to it. They might both question how much they deserved each other but they had a lifetime to prove it.

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[vintagepresley]

Reader is completely inexperienced and elvis gets a boner because of her he is trying to hide it but she doesn’t know that happens and it concerns her so she asks him if he needs to go to the doctor. His cheeks turn bright red at first thinking she is joking but he then realizes she literally hasn’t got a clue and as he explains it is normal and what is happening

You grew up pretty sheltered because your parents were overprotective and very strict, even at 18 they still wouldn’t let it up, but that was all going to change when you caught the eye of Elvis Presley, who had come back from the army just a few weeks ago, he had seen you around town a few times, and one day when he saw you he purposely made his mission bumped into you to get your attention, you were quite shy especially when you realized who it was you bumped into, your face flushed. “Oh, I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Presley..” you say softly as you looked at him with such innocence. He had a sly smirk on his face, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, darlin’.” He stared you up and down, his eyes practically undressing you, and he managed to block you in so that you weren’t able to walk past him. “What’s your name, honey?” he asked. “Y/n, Mr. Presley.” you say nervously, you couldn’t believe he was asking you your name. “Call me Elvis, please. That’s a beautiful you have. Almost as beautiful as you.” he said with a smile, reaching hand up to brush his fingers against your face lightly. 

That only caused you to blush even more as you tried to dodge his touch, not wanting your parents to see, they had only walked away for a moment so they could be back any minute. He couldn’t help but smile from the sight of you blushing and your innocent demeanor. “Would it be too forward of me to ask if I could take you out on a date?” he said. Your eyes widen at his words, in complete shock that he was asking you on a date when you just met two minutes, you didn’t know how to answer because your parents were strict about dating and boys in general. “I... Uh... I’d love to, but my parents probably won’t allow it. Especially because they know who you are.” you said hesitantly. He let out a soft chuckle at your words. “Mm, I see. Where are they? I think I may be able to convince them otherwise.” he said with a smirk. You were quite taken aback by his confidence, you knew it’d be impossible but you decide to just play along. “They should be around here somewhere..” you say softly, looking around and spotting them in the less than busy clothing store, you were surprised Elvis wasn’t being mobbed by fans with how out in the open he was, but usually people in Memphis respected his space. “Oh, there they are.” you say, pointing them out and then leading the way over to them. 

When your parents see you coming over with this man you just met they realize who it is and they are confused as to what he is doing with you. You can tell by their faces that they didn’t know how to react. “Mom, dad.. This is Elvis..” you say, the words coming out as if you knew him personally. He stuck his hand out to shake your fathers hand. “Hello, sir. Ma’am..” he said with a nod. Still starstruck they just kept staring at him. So you decided to break the ice. “Elvis wants to take me on a date” you blurted out. “He wants to what??” your mother says. Elvis tried to hide his smirk at their reactions. “If it’s alright, I’d like to take your daughter out on a date. Now she’d be safe with me, we’ll probably just go to the movies and my father will be there to chaperon.” he nodded, though he was lying about Vernon coming along with you guys. You looked at your mom your eyes practically begging her to let you go and to convince your father. She looked at you and then back at your dad. “Well.. As long as it’s chaperoned I don’t see why we couldn’t.” she said, nudging your dad. He looked at Elvis, not understanding his intentions, especially with him being 7 years old then you, but it was Elvis Presley and he didn’t know how to say no to him. “Alright, I don’t see an issue with that I guess.” he says. You smile widely to yourself and you saw the smile that danced across Elvis’ lips. “Thank you so much. I promise she’ll be safe and I'll have her home in time.” he said with smile. 

That night you had picked out the prettiest dress and had your hair all done up, the moment you heard the doorbell ring, you came running down the steps to answer it, smiling at the sight of Elvis, he looked absolutely handsome in his black dress shirt and pants, his hair perfectly styled. You said goodbye to your parents on your way out and the two of you walked to Elvis’ car. “My, my, you look mighty pretty tonight, Y/N.” he grinned. You let out a soft giggle. “Thank you.” you said. You both got into the car and he drove the both of you to the drive in. Once you were there Elvis was making himself comfortable and you were a bit nervous never really been on a date before like this. You watched as he moved closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, your heart was racing but you kept your focus on the movie, but the entire time his focus was on you, he just kept staring at you, his eyes looking at the way your dress hugged your curves in all the right ways, even sneaking a peek down your dress, biting down on his bottom lip. 

He could feel his pants getting a bit tight and he shifted around a when he noticed he had gotten hard, not wanting your to notice, but with all his shifting around you couldn’t help but look at him to see if he was okay and you happened to glance down at his pants, gasping softly. “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the doctor, Elvis?” you said quite confidently thinking something was wrong with him. He furrowed his brow a bit at your words, thinking you had to be joking, but from the look on your face he knew you were serious and he couldn’t help but get flustered. “Um, no, baby, I don’t need to see a doctor. I’m.. I just... I got a boner, is all. Y’know, I got turned on, because of you.. This is what happens..” he said softly. “Oh... I’m sorry.” you say. He laughed. “What are you sorry for, baby? It’s a good thing.” He says. He had no plans to do anything with you besides maybe some innocent heavy petting, which was something he enjoyed the most more than the actual act of sex. “Y’know, honey, there is a way you could help me with this. Just some innocent fun.” he smirked. You looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “What’s that?” you asked, he leaned over and whispered softly in your ear, you giggled at his words. 

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to, honey.” he said kissing your cheek with a smile. Maybe it’s because you’ve never actually got to do anything like this before or maybe because he was Elvis Presley, but either way you were eager to do whatever he wanted. “I want to... Show me how..” you mumbled. He grinned at your words, grabbing a hold of your hand and then you using his other hand to unbutton his pants, and slowly pulling his cock out, your eyes widen at the sight of him, utterly speechless and then he guided your hand over to him, wrapping your hand around the length of his cock and he let out a soft groan from feeling, placing his hand around yours as he guided your hand up and down his cock, helping you pump it slowly, he let go of your hand to let you do it on your own. “Mm... Just like that, darlin’..” he groaned softly, he rested his arms on the back of the seat.  

You stared up at him with a small grin on your face seeing the way you were making him happy, once you got the hang of it, you were pumping his cock faster in your hand, his groans only growing louder, he reached over to gently comb his fingers through your hair. “Such a good girl.. You’re gonna get a nice little surprise, honey.” he mumbled under his breath with a smirk, his breathing a bit heavy, and his body tensing up the faster you pumped him, his tilted his head back as his noises grew louder, and before he could even give you warning he was already reaching his orgasm and his cock twitched in your grasp as his cum came squirting down onto your hand. “Fuck...” he uttered, tilting his head forward to look at you, smirking. You bit down on your bottom lip looking at the mess he made, this made you feel things you had never felt before, you tried to hide your obvious blushing. He chuckled, putting his cock back in his pants, buttoning them up. “Thank you, baby.. That was just what I needed.” He grinned, reaching over in the glove box to grab you a few tissues to clean your hand. “You’re welcome. I liked it a lot...” you said with a shy smile.

“Mm, we’ll have to do some more next time..” he chuckled, pulling you back into his arms as the two of you continued to watch the movie. 

**

I got a little carried away with this one, I’m sorry. I go into too much detail with the backstory. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! 

[zipperrants]

me and Loki as incorrect quotes time lets gOOO

Loki: You have to apologize to them Zipper. Zipper: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Loki: I want to kiss you. Zipper, not paying attention: What? Loki: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Zipper: *seductively takes off glasses* Zipper: Wow... Loki: *blushes* Haha... what? Zipper: You're really fucking blurry.

Zipper: What are you in the mood for? Loki: World domination. Zipper: That's a bit ambitious. Loki: You are my world. Zipper: Aww... Loki: Zipper: Loki: Zipper: OH.

Loki: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Zipper: It was autocorrect. Loki: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Zipper: Yes.

Zipper: I fell— Loki: From heaven? Zipper: No, I literally fell— Loki: In love with me the moment you saw me? Zipper: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Loki: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Loki: Talk dirty to me, baby~ Zipper: The dishes. Loki: Wh- Zipper: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

Zipper: I have feelings for you. Loki: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Zipper, talking about Loki: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

Zipper: Know why I called you in here? Loki: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Zipper: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Zipper: Cause your pretty and your smart, and your ignoring me so your obviously my type. Loki, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying? Zipper: Perfect.

Loki walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Zipper, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK. Zipper, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Zipper: Wow, Loki, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. Loki: We literally slept together yesterday. Zipper: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Loki: Go fuck yourself. Zipper, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Zipper: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Loki! Loki: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

Loki: Zipper, you love me, right? Zipper: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Loki: Hey, Zipper, what do you think it would be like if we had kids? Zipper: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly. Loki: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it? Zipper: Can't really say I have. Loki: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes. Zipper: Sorry, Loki. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

Zipper: Are we fighting or flirting? Loki: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Zipper: Your point?

Loki: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Zipper: *blushes* What are your thoughts? Loki: The fourth sentence- Zipper: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Loki: It’s “you’re” not “your”

[skyland2703]

There’s this tiny Thyreophoran (Thyreophora, or armored dinosaurs, is the group that Ankylosaurus and Stegosaurus are from, so the two genera are cousins.) called Jakapil, which is a very basal genus of Thyreophoran, as in its closest relatives are Scelidosaurus, Scutellosaurus, and etc. cause I cannot think of more than those two. Said closest relatives are from the early Jurassic, meanwhile Jakapil was walking in the Argentinian deserts at the same time Spinosaurus was… Spinosaurusing since the Spinosaurus is very inconsistent in what it was like. Jakapil was around the size of a cat and it was very adorable, but its body was covered in armor plating.

The Jakapil was discovered and named around 2012, but its description was done ten years later in 2022. Its full name is Jakapil kaniukura which Ja-Kapil means “shield bearer” in puelchelan and kaniukura means “crest stone” in Mapundungun after its uniquely deep jaw.

Onto my actual point per se, I was thinking it would be funny if Amelia and Javi found out about it, and. Uhh something something plushies?

Idk after the first part.

Amelia looks at *——all of what you said above——* and then stares at Javi, “how do you know that—? Did you actually look it up?”

Javi giggled, “no— not really. A friend of mine texted me this entire thing because he saw me buying stegosaurus and ankylosaurus plushies at the toy store and thought I loved dinosaurs”

“Which you do” Amelia suggested.

“Which I do” Javi affirmed, “and so I thought it would be fun to tell you that our dinosaurs, indeed, were cousins.”

“What”

“Yes” Javi nodded, and she then interrupted again, “wait. Did you just say you we’re buying stegosaurus and ankylosaurus plushies?”

Javi giggled, then blushed, “well— I saw a pink ankylosaurus in the toy store when I’d gone to get a birthday present for Poppy’s first— and i couldn’t resist. Then I stepped into the dinosaur aisle and never really saw the light of day after that…” Javi explained dramatically, receiving a punch in the shoulder from the red ranger, and yelped “ouch” then continued, “so I technically got you the ankylosaurus. And I found a green triceratops but then I thought ollir would be offended seeing that, so I didn’t buy that. Then I was just about to check out when my eyes fell on a.. you guessed it right… a black stegosaurus— WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!”

“And where are the plushies right now?”

“On my bed. I cuddle them” Javi explained, “they’re a pair. Do not separate. Share my bed if you want the plushies”

“I already do” Amelia said, looking around at the way the two of them were literally tangled up in her pink bedsheets, watching Mary Poppins at the moment.

“At my place” Javi placed the condition, and Amelia rolled her eyes, “fair enough. And?”

How did she know there was more to the story— OH the info dump from earlier— Javi chuckled, then continued, “So… After my friend introduced us, I found the Jakapil absolutely adorable.”

“And…?” The way Javi said it, Amelia just knew there was something in it that he wasn’t telling her. The mischief in his eyes showed.

“Well… it’s about the size of a cat.”

“You said that already. And??”

“I got a plushie custom made for it” Javi said, flushing, as he watched Amelia’s hands flying to her mouth, “you did NOT—“

“I did.”

“And…?” Three was still something he wasn’t telling her.

“There’s two of them. And i customed the colors to be… red and black” he said, looking like the human version of the awkwardly blushing emoji.

Before receiving a flying pillow in the face from her.