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can i have ministrife of fiamet please? thank you 🥺 👉👈
yes :>
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#mod davesprite#ministrife edits#fiamet#hiveswap#ooough valentines day#guys i did not get my gf anything#help#uhhhhhhh. augh#i only have today#i could run to the store and get her like. flowers ig#its raining out tho and my dads not gonna give me a ride#he broke his toe and he does not want to leave the house#aughhhhh
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Imagine rough sex with eds and you guys just break the bed and you have to tell wayne
✶ ┄ BROKEN BEDS !
summary: you and eddie break his bed. the worst part is having to tell wayne. pairing: eddie munson / f!reader warning: smut! eddie being the cutest human alive! a wild appearance from uncle wayne! 18+ mdni! a/n: i need everyone to know that when i wrote this draft, i titled it "breaking bed" and it made me chuckle a lil. anyway, thanks for your request anon! enjoy xoxo
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when eddie muson fucks, he fucks like a wild animal
he grunts with each of his rough thrusts, brown eyes somehow darker with lust while his untamed curls cling to his sweaty forehead
and you just let him drill into you because, truth be told, you love him this way
you hold the backs of your thighs and keep yourself wide open for him while he fucks so deeply into you
he leans over you, one hand white-knuckled where it grips his headboard, and the other wrapped around your throat
not tight enough to choke you exactly, but to make sure your eyes stay locked on his as he fucks you for all your worth
the headboard slams into the wall in time with each of his thrusts, rhythmic bang bang bangs that you’d be scared are leaving a dent in the wall if eddie wasn’t making you feel so good
he tilts your jaw to the side to expose your neck to him
and he hides his face in the sweaty crook of it, seeking refuge there while he nips and suckles at the warmed skin
you just keep begging for him to go harder and deeper and faster as he fucks you more and more stupid
and eddie complies without question
he revels in the way you keen each time he pounds into you and how your face scrunches up and your back arches for him
your toes curl and your legs tense up so hard they start to quiver
and right when you’re about to come, the bed suddenly jolts and dips beneath you, accompanied by loud crashing sound
it scares the shit out of you and you squeal while eddie lets out a grunt of surprise
because his bed just fucking broke
and it isn’t the most surprising thing in the world, the thing is about as old as he is
but it does take the two of you off guard
all you can do in the moment is laugh about it
and eddie barely wastes another second before he starts fucking you again
because his bed is already broken, who cares if it gets more fucked up?
plus he knew how close you were to your orgasm and you just look so pretty when you come <3
the worst part about it though is telling wayne
because there’s no way he’s not going to notice
and eddie can’t exactly sleep on a crooked bed
so he just comes up with the shittiest excuse known to man “so the thing is... i was… jumping on the bed…”
wayne furrows his brows “the hell were you doing jumping on your bed?”
“well, you see, i was just, you know… trying to… heal my inner child…”
“…what the fuck does that mean?”
but, like, obviously wayne knows
typically you’re good at keeping eddie in check and sometimes he can hear you saying you don’t want to fuck while wayne’s in the house
and that’s a part of the reason he likes you so much bc you don’t want to put him through that trauma
but you guys are young and in love and sometimes keeping your hands off of each other feels like the hardest thing in the world
so he knows exactly how the bed broke
but hearing eddie trying to lie about it is the funniest thing on the planet
shopping for a new bed frame is easily the most adult thing you and eddie have ever done
and the only one he can afford is a star wars themed one in the children’s section
eddie groans and acts annoyed about having to get one that’s so childish but you know he secretly loves it
because the headboard is shaped like the cock pit of the millennium falcon with lightsabers painted on the foot of the bed
you try to put it together without wayne’s help while he’s at work
and you’re like “how long do you give it before we break this one?”
“an hour if you wine and dine me first <3”
have any blurb requests? send em here if you want!
#published by bug#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#eddie munson imagine#st headcanons#eddie spaghetti hc
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sick w/ addams!matz
whilst i’m busy writing part two to opposites attract, here is just some silly fluffy stuff!!
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you’re sick. flu, by the feel of it. with your heavy head, sniffly nose and permanent fatigue, there’s very little else it could be. it’s unfortunate, but nothing you couldn’t deal with by yourself. a few days bed rest and you’ll be fine.
your lovers don’t quite agree. all it took was for the word ‘fever’ to leave your lips and suddenly all hell broke loose. you should’ve known that the second you brought it up to seonghwa it would be blown entirely out of proportion. the man is level headed about a lot of things; you are not one of them.
it had been a military operation with him the second the word ‘fever’ dropped from your lips. for three days now, you’ve been under strict instruction to not leave their bed, trapped there like a prisoner with hongjoong watching over you like a hawk. if you step a toe out of line, you get a sharp slap to the back of your thigh and a quick scolding. its hardly enough to keep you in check, especially when your regular punishments are so much heavier, but hongjoong is also under his husbands strict instructions to be as gentle with you as humanly possible.
it’s boring.
of course, you love talking with hongjoong when he has the time to join you in bed, but he still has to work. laying for hours at a time just staring at the back of your daddy’s head as he writes letters to his clients is nothing short of dull. he expects you to stay silent so he can concentrate on what he’s writing. you thought it to be a silly rule until you disobeyed on the first day and he moved himself and his work to the armchair out in the hallway; he could still listen in for any sign of you trying to escape the confines of their bed, but he could finally get enough peace and quiet to concentrate on his work. those few hours were so boring that you quickly made the decision that you could manage silence for a few hours if it meant that you weren’t alone.
sometimes seonghwa would come and visit you in the room, although with you being sick, you found that he had far less free time than usual. in between working in the greenhouse and cooking up cold remedies in the kitchen, he found that he actually got to spend very little time by your side. he trusted hongjoong to follow his very specific instructions on how to take care of you (make sure you’re drinking fluids, make sure you’re always warm, replace the cloth on your head every 1-2 hours) but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be more active in your care routine himself.
its the morning of the 3rd day than seonghwa finds his wish coming to fruition, and unfortunately his time being stretched even thinner. of course, he doesn’t blame hongjoong for having to leave the house for work—antiquities don’t source themselves, after all—but he can’t help but feel a little stressed with the notion of adding ‘caring for darling’ onto his already long list of tasks. from what he’s heard from hongjoong, you still like to push your luck even when your head feels like a furnace and you’re coughing your lungs up. he hardly has the time to guard you like hongjoong does, so as he tucks your still sleeping body into the almost empty bed, he decides that he’ll just have to hope that maybe today you’ll see sense and behave. it’s a long shot, but he’ll just have to trust you for today.
ten minutes later, he finds that trust being broken when he hears a bump from the bedroom. he sighs, closing his eyes in frustration as the sound of a door creaking open echos through the house. the slapping of bare feet against a slick wooden floor soon follows and before he knows it, you’re coming down the stairs. it’s a good job that seonghwa isn’t an angry person, finding it an ugly emotion that doesn’t reflect well on anyone. you’d be in for a hellish day otherwise.
‘you’re supposed to stay in bed, little lamb,’ he hums as you show your face in the door to his greenhouse. you look wide eyed and bewildered, your brain still clearly muddled by sleep. it’s cute, and he finds himself smiling though his annoyance. you hobble towards him wrapped in the black knitted bedspread he’d lay over you not moments before, and he finds himself unable to control the chuckle that bubbles up within him. he lays the watering can down on the table and spreads his arms for you to topple into. ‘tell me why you’re flaunting my rules so carelessly, darling.’
you bask in his warmth for just a second, feeling safe and happy in his lithe arms. he’s so much gentler with you than hongjoong is; even when you’re sick your daddy likes to manhandle you to be exactly where he wants. it’s not like you’re complaining, though. you like the way it makes you feel when he treats you so helplessly.
‘woke up alone,’ you mutter into seonghwa’s chest. the lace of his blouse was scratchy against your too-hot face, but you can’t seem to pull yourself away from him. you just want him close, even if you have to sacrifice your comfort for the sake of it. ‘hongjoong wasn’t there and you weren’t there and i’m lonely.’
any frustration that resided within seonghwa slowly melts away with your confession. you’re just too sweet for him to stay upset with, especially when you’re so dopey and reliant on them.
‘hongjoong had to work, lamb; your daddy can’t stay at home all the time,’ soft fingers lace themselves into your hair, gently petting you like you’re some sort of kitten. he supposes you do rather look like one when you’re wearing your collar. you’re just so sweet and submissive when you sit by seonghwa’s feet at he puts it on for you. it’s a shame you’re too sick for that right now, your skin too sensitive and the collar too tickly; it would only serve to irritate you. ‘and you know that i have to work as well. i have to take care of the house, the plants and cook an unheavenly amount of chicken noodle soup for you. i wish i could stay in bed with you, but i can’t.’
and you understand, of course you do, but that doesn’t mean you’re happy with it. you want hongjoong to be home, and you want seonghwa to have less to do. you want to be stuffed between them from the moment you wake up to the moment you sleep, doted on and cared for by your two lovers. the notion of that not being possible just doesn’t seem to compute in your fever-addled brain. you whimper into seonghwa’s chest.
‘oh, my precious little lamb,’ he coos, resting his chin on top of your head, ‘hongjoong will be home in a few hours, and i’m sure i can take a short break from my errands at some point. it’s hardly like you’re going to be alone for long.’
‘take a break now,’ you insist, ‘just for a little while…’
it’s a trap, seonghwa knows that. the moment he crawls back into bed with you, you’ll find some way of making him stay there until hongjoong gets home. either you’ll crawl onto him and refuse to let him go, or you’ll use your adorable charm to manipulate him into staying with you. still, he can’t find himself able to say no to you. he hums in agreement and pulls away from you slightly.
‘okay, little lamb,’ your face lights up and he grins. even with your sweaty forehead and slightly grey skin, he can’t help but think you’re the prettiest creature to walk the earth, ‘lead the way.’
#ateez x reader#ateez fanfic#ateez oneshot#ateez fluff#ateez scenarios#matz x reader#hongjoong x reader#seonghwa x reader#poly ateez#poly ateez x reader#opposites attract universe#hongjoong fluff#seonghwa fluff
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Naughty roommate
Summary: You come home with pie.
Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Chubby!Reader (female)
Warnings: and they were roommates; mentions of masturbation, fun, crack!fic, implied smut; mentions of porn
Dean is sitting on the couch, grumbling under his breath as you walk into the living room.
Your roommate is in a bad mood, and you try your best not to let him see, your date was a disaster. He'd only try to soothe you.
“Hey, Deano,” you grin at him. “What’s up?”
“Not much.” Dean shrugs and goes back to staring at the TV. He didn’t switch it on, though. He stares at the blank screen while he presses a pillow to his crotch.
"Nothing interesting?" You question.
“What are you up to?” Dean trails off when he finally looks at you standing in the room, wearing a figure-hugging red dress and matching heels.
“Uh, I had my date,” you huff, and kick the heels off. A motion that doesn’t go unnoticed. He licks his lips and hums. “He was an asshole.”
“So,” Dean drops his eyes to your red heels while shifting on the couch, “you’re spending the evening with your under-loved roommate.”
“Under-loved?” You snort. “That’s not even a word, Romeo. Do I have to remind you that there’s an endless stream of girls leaving your bedroom with a dopey grin?”
He smirks now. That irresistible smirk letting women and some guys too go weak in the knees.
“Hey, I didn’t get any love for months,” he pouts and sniffs. “No one loves me the way you do.” He purrs and points at the paper bag in your hands. “I bet you got me delicious food.”
“What were you up to when I came home?” You look at the pillow on his lap. Smirking, you step closer to poke his shin with your toes. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Yeah…uh…sure,” he stammers. Dean turns his phone around, blocking your view so you can’t see what he was watching earlier.
“You’re not very convincing,” you sigh and look inside the paper bag. “What a pity. Now I have no one to share my pie with.”
“PIE?” His eyes darken, and he holds out his hands. “Give me some pie, sweetheart. I love me some pie.”
“I know,” you giggle at his adorable behavior. “Do you want some, sweetheart?” You love to tease Dean.
“Yes, give me some pie,” he almost begs. “I’m hungry.”
“Alright,” you plop down on the sofa next to your roommate. “If I share my pie with you, I’ll master the remote control tonight.”
“What?” Dean starts to sweat. He presses the pillow harder in his lap while glancing at your knees. Your dress is a little shorter today, and he feels something else than hunger.
“Give me the remote control,” you sass and hold out your hand. Dean reluctantly gives you the remote control. Before you can switch the TV on, Dean grabs his phone, fighting with the screen lock.
Dean curses under his breath. He can’t remember his pin to unlock his phone and struggles to keep a straight face when you ask him again what’s wrong.
You snort because his hands start to shake. “Is something wrong with your phone? Do you need my help?” You ask while switching the TV on. Dean doesn’t answer, busy fighting with his phone.
You stare at the TV, your mouth falling open when a video flashes up.
A dude looking like Dean is holding a pretty and very busty girl’s hips while he does her from behind. You choke on your spit, watching Dean’s face turn crimson in an instant.
“I can explain!” He says, still fumbling with his phone. “This is not what it looks like!”
“So, this is not a video from your phone you watched on our TV?” You smirk at Dean. “I bet someone else broke into our house and paired your phone with the TV.”
“It’s not…” He glares at you. “A man has needs. You wanted to go out, and I wanted to...practice some self-love."
“Dude…ew… We sit here,” you slap his thigh. “If you want to beat the meat, do it in your bed, or at least in your room.”
“Or the showers.” He offers, eyes dropping to your cleavage. “I can wash it off while showering.”
“No! I shower there too, Winchester. You won’t touch yourself and ruin the tiles, you dirty boy!”
He grins. “I know.”
You blink a few times while the girl on the screen screams even louder. She moans and groans while the dude fucking her looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.
If you ignore her awful make-up, she looks a little like you. Turning your head to get a better look at the woman, you gasp. She looks like a spitting image of you if you were a porn starlet.
Dean uncomfortably shifts in his seat. He dares not to meet your eyes when you snatch his phone out of his hands to take a look at his search history.
“Pretty chubby girl. Big boobs, sweet smile. Pie and sex. Sex with…” You turn your head again to look at Dean. “Dude, did you look for porn with someone looking like me?”
“Uh—” he nervously tugs at his shirt. “Well… I see you every day, and I thought it’s only natural that I jerk off to someone looking like you.”
“Hmmm…” You scroll through the videos he watched, finding one of you explaining how to stretch to him. “You fucker!”
Dean’s eyes widen when you play the video. You bend over and stick your ass out. He’s breathing hard on the video, and you can hear him groan.
“Dean…”
“Yeah?” He licks his lips while watching the video. “What is it, Y/N?”
“I know now how you can pay me back for the pie.” You throw his phone on the couch before grabbing his hand. You tug hard, forcing Dean to get up. “I think we should go to my room now.”
“What about the pie?” He looks confused as you guide him toward your room. “What about your no eating on your bed rule?”
“Oh, naughty roommate,” you smirk, and pat his chest. “You won’t eat pie in my bedroom but something else...”
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#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#Naughty roommate#chubby reader#x reader#dean winchester x female!reader#mechanic au#mechanic!dean winchester
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peeked at your second acc n stepbro!jj is so the type that you two are watchin a movie while your parents are out of town n he starts rubbin your pussy through your little panties cos he's just 'admiring' - 🍓
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you loved quiet moments with your step-brother, domestic bliss as you pretend the house belongs to just the two of you— parents away for the weekend.
you lean against his warmth on the couch, the two of you watching one of the weird old shitty horror movies with terrible CGI about cannibals that he’s always making references to. he continually talks throughout the viewing, pointing to this screen, but your eyes fall on his bracelets and you bring his hand back down to where it rested on your stomach, playing with them.
“intestines should not look like that dude.” he speaks to the tv absentmindedly and you wrinkle your nose, not too interested in the movie.
“how’d you know?” you ask quietly.
“uh, seen some weird shit on reddit.” he blinks, doing a double take when your baggy sleep shirt rides up, now revealing the pair of cotton panties that had been hiding beneath. you feel him looking at you turn your head innocently to smile at him, before swivelling back to between your legs.
“oh, these are new. aren’t they cute?” you chirp softly and his hand hovers in the air for a moment before sliding hesitantly downwards.
“yea—” he clears his throat trying to sound casual despite his heartrate picking up and the obsession kicking in. he did not care about the movie anymore. “yeah. real — uh, real cute, sweetie. what, s’that a bow?” he uses his curiosity as an excuse to pluck at the ribbon at the top of the panties, his grip on it tugging the material up to wedge between your folds, creating a clear camel toe.
you bite your lip shyly in acknowledgment and his eyes flutter, dick stiffening in his shorts. he glances at you, licking over his lips— and he decides it’s going down tonight, he’s refrained for too long. “bet they’re like… super soft too, right?” he slides his fingers gently over the length of the panties, over where your clit lays and across the folds. your legs fall open and a shaky breath leaves you, but he’s having too much fun pretending he’s admiring the garment to stop.
“how much were these? look pretty good quality to me like… this is that fancy shit huh?” his finger teases along the waistband and you try and gather your thoughts, already feeling a wet patch starting to form where your hole is. as if he senses this, his middle finger starts to creep towards it.
“uh— don’t— don’t remember, was on sale. maybe like 20 dollars.” you shudder and he nods, feigning interest.
“damn, still a little pricey in my broke ass opinion… but i guess this crown jewel deserves only the best…” his thumb slides over your covered clit in reference and you pant, holding back a mewl as he digs his middle finger into your wet patch, stuffing the material into your hole slightly. you brave turning your head to look at him, gazing up at him with doe-like, blown out pupils.
“jayj… are you really that interested in my underwear?” there’s a tinge of innocence to your voice, like you truly believe there might be a chance he’s not messing with you. he huffs a chuckle out his nose as he smirks down at you.
“nah… you caught me…” his hand slides upwards, before his fingertips breach the waistband and he starts to push his hand inside the fabric. “guess i kind of just wanted an excuse t’play with this pretty pussy…” his fingers freeze above your clit, and he brings his mouth down to your ear. “you wont tell on me, right sugar?”
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About you — Pablo Gavi.
Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader
Summary: It’d been two months since Gavi asked out Lucia, two months since you’d talked to him. Two long, dreadful months. But the no contact hadn’t lasted any longer, because when the clock hit 11:40, Gavi was standing outside your door in the pouring rain, begging to talk.
Word count: 860
Disclaimer/s: this is a part two to Casual ! Angst to a hopeful ending.
A/N: this is sooo long overdue apologies..
Your house was deadly silent as you paced around, the only sound emitting throughout it was the thunder outside. Your deadline for a transfer request was in an hour, and you couldn’t make up your mind. You needed to escape, to get far away from this city. From him. But a small part of you just couldn’t make up your mind.
On one hand, the transfer to Paris gave you tons of new opportunities, but that also meant leaving all your family to live in a country you didn’t know. On the other.. that meant you could start over. Live a life free of Pablo, free of torment, and most of all, it gave you time to yourself.
As if could ever truly be free from him. As if you could ever forget him.
Twenty minutes. You had twenty minutes to accept. Hesitantly walking toward the computer, the screen shining brightly, showing the two emails you’d typed out. One accepting, the other declining.
You lick your lips, reaching toward the send button, when a knock sounds at your door. Jumping slightly, you turn around, facing the wooden door in surprise.
Without thinking, your feet move for you, dragging you toward it. Your hands too move for you, unlocking and opening the door.
In front of you is someone who’d been on your mind nonstop for years, more-so in the last few months. He was drenched from head to toe, his hoodie clinging to him as the light grey had long since turned dark. He looked like a wet puppy. How long had he been standing there?
He says your name, urgent and afraid. “Please don’t go.”
Please don’t go.
Confusion flashes across your face, how did he even find out? “What?” You choke out, heart pounding in your chest. “How—get inside. You’re going to get pneumonia.” You grumble, swinging the door wide open and stepping aside.
Pablo does as told, taking hesitant steps into the warmth of your entry way. The door had only just clicked shut when he begins to speak again, “There is so much I want to say to you, but first, I need to say i’m sorry.” He’s breathing heavily, as if he’d just run a marathon.
Mouth opening to speak, to insist he shut up, you’re the one being shut down. “No! Let me get it out! Lucia and I—we broke up. Well, she broke up with me. Said, ‘I couldn’t love her when I still clearly loved you.’ And I realized then how badly I fucked things over. Because,” he sucks in a deep breath, whispering your name like it was the most delicate thing in the world, “fuck, I love you. I love you, and i’m sorry I couldn’t admit that till I already fucked things up.”
Your mouth opens and closes for what must’ve been a hundred times, stunned by his sudden confession. “Pablo—“
“Please, don’t go to Paris. I can’t let you get away again. I need you here. I need you to stay.” His eyebrows scrunch together as he looks at you, “I need you.” He says it slowly, making sure you latched on to every syllable.
With your chest rising and falling in uneven intervals, your eyes flicker across his face. He’s desperate, like losing you would physically end him. A look only comparable to when he’d torn his ACL.
“Oh, fuck.” You groan, “oh fuck you. Why are you doing this to me? After all this time—why when i’m just about to move on. Why couldn’t you do this before I figured my shit out.”
“Because I was—I am stupid. I’m an idiot, but i’m here now. I’m here, in front of you, begging you to stay.” He pleads with his eyes, with his hands, that were twitching at his sides, trying not to hold you, with his voice.. “I’ll get on my knees, i’ll do anything. Just please, please stay.”
Closing your eyes for a moment, you try to think logically. You try to think about how much you wanted this for so long, but also how badly he’d hurt you.. Do you trust your head or your heart?
But at the end of the day, the heart always won.
“Okay.” You finally say, nodding your head slowly. “I’ll stay.” You glance at the clock on the wall a few feet away, it was 12:01. “Not like I had a choice, the deadline just passed.”
Pablo lets out a sigh of relief, one that had your eyes narrowing. “Don’t sound too upset about it.” You quip, though your voice lacked amusement.
“Sorry.” He mumbles. “So—“
“You make my life so difficult.” Grumbling, you motion for him to follow you, “you need to take a warm shower, i’ll find you something to change into. I do not want to get a cold because of you.”
With a little pep in his step, Pablo trails behind you. “Okay, so what does this mean? Am I forgiven or..”
“Well, no! But you’re getting there.” You reply simply, knowing deep down he’d been forgiven the moment he uttered those five words. ‘I love you, i’m sorry.’
I just tagged everyone who asked for a part two, apologies ^_^
DTS , @halfwayhearted @pabl0andm3 @gadriezmannsgirl @spidybaby @alexis1taylorr @htpssgavi
#pablo gavi#pablo gavi x reader#angst with a hopeful ending#blurb#fanfic#fc barcelona#pablo gavi x you#girl please
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Crocodile Relationship Headcanons
Summary: a random collection of Crocodile relationship headcanons
Genre: I don't wanna say fluff because a relationship with this man wouldn't exactly be fluffy, but... it's fluff
CW: None // SFW
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This man is the human embodiment of a Lana Del Rey song. “You’re screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar beli man, so why is my heart broke?”
On and off again. The man acquired a high enough status as a pirate to become a Warlord, may have been in prison a time or two before that, ran an underground crime syndicate, spent some time in Impel Down and fought a war, and then started yet another criminal organization in the New World, leaving him with very little down time. But you’re the person he goes to when he lacks confidence or feels a little too cynical about the world.
Has fallen asleep in your arms a total of three times, but that’s three more times than he’s fallen asleep in anyone else’s arms (except for that time fifteen years ago when he passed out from blood loss after a fight and Daz caught him, but they don’t talk about that).
Looks down on himself for being soft on you, like some sort of sniveling schoolboy.
Considered poisoning you when he realized you had become his weakness, but decided against it because he’s not convinced it would actually rid him of the dreadful affection he feels toward you and would instead make the feeling more intense. The only thing worse than wanting to hold you in his arms is wanting to hold you in his arms but not being able to (this man thinks he should be able to do whatever he wants whenever he wants, so it checks out).
Also only ever uses the word affection, and even then, only uses it sparingly. Would rather die than say love. Thinks it’s rather undignified for a man of his stature to love someone. Affection, though, is tolerable in small doses and with much secrecy. Will tolerate you calling him your lover but not saying you love him. It's a very fine line you have to toe.
Takes your security very seriously, but also knows you can fend for yourself; would never think fondly of someone who couldn’t fight their own battles. Not only would he not respect you, he wouldn’t much like having to worry incessantly.
Doesn’t completely hide you from the world. Rather, he paints your relationship as one of business and uses this as an excuse to protect you like he would any other asset. It's calculated and cunning, exactly what you've come to expect from your lover.
Daz Bones is the only person who knows about your long history with Crocodile. Buggy thinks it’s purely sex. Mihawk has his suspicions, but he doesn’t ask any questions. Daz also doesn’t question Crocodile about his attachment to you, though he does recognize early on that you’re one of Crocodile’s handful of weaknesses and as such should be regarded as dangerous. Would kill you in a heartbeat if he thought you were a serious threat to his captain. Has most definitely had the, “anything you do to him, I’ll do to you,” talk with you behind Crocodile’s back.
Crocodile showers you in jewels, some stolen and some purchased. He rather enjoys plucking diamonds off the necks of people he disdains and stringing them around yours, but he also likes having custom pieces made for you.
Buys you a house on an island he has a firm presence on, a place to your taste and secluded enough from the outside world that you’ll be protected from prying eyes. He never tells you when he'll be visiting, just shows up and expects you to be available.
Shows up at your doorstep after Marineford. Doesn’t say much, just accepts a bath and warm meal and sleeps in your bed for two or three days as he heals from his injuries. You know something is very wrong when he doesn’t tell you his injuries are nothing. You also know it’s a very big deal that he lets you seem him in such a vulnerable state.
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#one piece#crocodile#sir crocodile#crocodile one piece#crocodile x reader#op crocodile#sir crocodile x reader#crocodile headcanons#sir crocodile headcanons#daz bones#mihawk#dracule mihawk#buggy the clown#buggy one piece#one piece x reader#one piece headcanons
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Clowns in the Slasher House
warnings: clowns, body parts & cussing!
a/n: i’ve been wanting to do this so i hope you enjoy this! leave comments and request.
they all have their own separate rooms and floor in house.
you guessed it, they live in the basement. the basement has to be cleaned every damn friday, because if not, it’s gonna smell like ass and dodo.
now, let’s talk about who’s in the slasher house that’s a clown:
art the clown
penny
pennywise
the little girl
art & the little girl are the messiest out of all of them, and i stand by that. i mean, penny is very, very questionable, but art is more questionable.
sometimes they all play hide and seek, and invite you the play as well. penny is the best at it, since he can literally disappear if he so chooses to. but you had to tell him not to because that’s cheating.
pennywise is usually gone so he doesn’t join often with you guys. but when he does, he’s not the best at the game, but definitely not the worst.
art sometimes uses his hands to cover his face, pretending that he’s hiding. you think it’s funny and adorable, and you sometimes play along with it, pretending you can’t see him.
“oh dangit, i have no idea where art could be. i guess i’ll go look upstairs.” you see him giggle like a school girl before going up stairs.
the little girl likes you, and she’s more comfortable around you & art than anyone else in the house. she likes to tug on your pants leg if she wants something. you still haven’t thought of a name for her yet, but you’re working on it.
another thing about art is that you have to remind him to take his dirty ass clown shoes off when he enters the house. they’re covered with mud and other shit (literally) so it’s a constant thing you have to do to protect the rugs and carpet in the house.
you don’t have to worry about the other adult clowns and their shoes because they can make the dirt disappear in a blink of an eye.
art & the little girl make a lot of weird gifts and passes them to everyone. sometimes it’s a dead persons liver, sometimes it’s someone’s big toe that art collected. you’ll never know what you may get with him.
weekly showers. i don’t care how much art fusses his stanky ass is getting in that damn shower. every time you make art get in the shower, the other clowns laugh at him. arts reaction is to just flip them off, so that’s entertaining to watch.
penny likes to scare the others all the time. you can never get used to it because it’s always something different with him all the time. pennywise sometimes joins in on pennys little pranks but often penny does it to pennywise.
water gun fights!! especially since it’s hot out, it’s the perfect time to have some fun outside in the sun. just don’t forget the sun screen. i don’t know if the clowns would wear swim trunks but maybe you can convince them.
how can i forget the board game nights!! well art…he doesn’t like the board games much. but when he does play, he cheats. well, try’s to at least.
let’s say you’re playing uno and you’re sitting by art. you see out the corner of your eye art peek over next to you at your cards. “art don’t you dare.” he smiles before looking away.
the little girl is smarter than most people realize. she knows a lot, and does a lot. she knows when you’re depressed and sometimes will sit next to you as a type of comfort.
they like to play tag and run around the house every damn where and tear up shit.
*glass shatters* “oh my god what broke now?” you say annoyed.
should i do a part 2?
#art the clown#slashers#slashers x reader#pennywise#pennywise x reader#art the clown x reader#x reader#clowncore#art the clown terrifier#pennywise x you
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LOSER!BOYFRIEND
Me and my pookie talking about things and then one thing leads to another😏
AND THEN LOSERBOYFRIEND THOUGHTS KEPT COMING THOUGH!
PARING: LOSERBOYFRIEND! Miguel x Reader
WARNING:May have smut content,but will be mostly FLUFF
SUMMARY: LoserBOYFRIEND!Miguel headcannons 💓
DID NOT PROREAD DID NOT EDITED
LOSERBOYFRIEND!miguel who works at an lego store because it was the only job his gym rat looking ass found,but he enjoy the job non the less,and plus he's the cashier meaning the front view of everything:)) (of course he love it,since he can get free Lego sets for him and for you)
LOSERBOYFRIEND!Miguel Who is Hardly more then happy to see you,come by his work job to say hi.Just your smile would make him down bad for you like you have no idea.But what makes him happy even more is That you come to give him some home made lunch.And then there he just got hard the tightness in his pants was unbearable,it felt like at any moment he was going to release his steman in his pants. He was lose in the thought of you being his wife and how he'll be abke to have that smile to wake up too.
LOSERBOYFRIEND!Miguel Who is hella nervous when you went over his house,especially in holiday days.My guy would sweat the most before you even arrive,he'll clean his house not once not twice but four times just to be prepare,he know he an absolute Loser,but he just want you to know that his trying and that even if he doesn't have the best of relationship advice (which is none 😅😢) HE WILL BE THERE!!!
LOSERBOYFREIND!Miguel who know after dating you for like 5 mouth,he will and know that he is gonna go inside your pretty little apartment,and knowing that makes him nervous.One because your smell it addicting to sent, and two it because he really never been at an girl apartment or stuff so he reallly doesnt know how to act.And so his cute loser ass search up "how to act when your in your girlfriend"s house" (HE IS SUCH AN TOTAL DORK AND dont tell me he would be all night researching about these things) and so when he finally got inside your house.
THis man is hard already,it like you put an drug on the air in your house.He was for sure that you could see his dick bulge through his pants.Already he has his flush out face and he barley inside your place.
"are you ok babe?" you asks sweetly,with your big doe eyes looking that him.The same eyes he has dreams about in dark hours of the night.
loserboyfreind!miguel nodded to your sweet question,As he hide his stuipd (big) little boner from you.He would get embrassed if you saw,and or so overthinks that you would leave him because of him thinking of you in an sexual way (My guy overthinks an lot but cant bring himself to tell you how he feels and really want to make himself feel like an good boyfreind even if he an total loser about it )
Walking around your place was like an new terrioty for him,he would particauly look and study each object in your room through the living room.
But when you took him to your room his dick got more stiffen in his pants and so he quickly ask where is the restroom to "use the bathroom",
WHERE HE IS AN TOTAL GREEK FOR VIDEO GAMES AND SCIENCE, but when you come into his life,he had no idea how to be a boyfriend.BRO WOULD HAVE AN NERD LOOK BUT would tried so hard to look presentable for you.
CUZ YOU DESERVE IT,but he’s broke and work in an Lego store and so GET AN SET OF THE FLOWER AND Chocolate BOX LEGOS SET AND WOULD BUILT IT FOR YOU,and would be embarrassed TO SHOW HIS FACE when his shoving his gift to you,HAVING A BLUSHING FACE.
GRUMBLING UNDERNEATH HIS mouth
“I-ii- I know is not the b-best gift,but please accept it”he says while looking down with a shy expression and shoving it to you.
you wonder how an built gaint is an such an adorable loser.boyfriend You had an smile on your face.
“Thank you for your gift” As you crane your neck and you were on tipped toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
HE LOOKED SO HAPPY SO APPRECIATIVE,the second later he would have a nose bleed from your kiss.THIS MEN NEVER HAD PHYSICAL TOUCH.
(That all I have 😭😭😭)
HAPPY VALENTINES 💝
#LoserBOYFRIEND#miguel o'hara fluff#miguel ohara fanfiction#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel spiderman#!sukio!✨
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A Little Tumble
Rowaelin month Day 6: Misunderstanding Leading to Disaster. @rowaelinscourt
I hope it's okay that I'm posting this a day early, I have a busy weekend ahead and I don't trust tumblr's queue system tbh lol.
I can't wait to read everyone's stories and see what everyone does, I feel like I'm never on here anymore but I couldn't stay away for rowaelin month. I love this little tradition of ours!! Rowaelin forever <3
cw: forced kisses, teenagers being dramatic (although not about the forced kiss because that would be horrible), injuries and mentions of sex but nothing graphic and me attempting to be humorous because nothing super disastrous happens lol.
1700 plus words. Sorry for any grammar errors :)
Please enjoy!!! Xx
Aelin couldn't stop crying. She had been crying for an eternity now, or what felt like it. And everything hurt, from her eyes to her toes as she sobbed and sobbed.
She hugged her pillow tighter as she heard her phone vibrate on her nightstand. She didn't need to look to know that it was Rowan. Her phone had been buzzing for ages now. She was sure her phone would soon freeze from the force of all the notifications she was getting.
She should block him. She should, but she couldn't move her arms. She breathed in the scent of Rowan's aftershave that clung to his pillow.
He wouldn't be sleeping in this bed next to her anymore. Wouldn't buy her iced coffee every morning on their way to school, would no longer would there be talks about their futures. No more of him buying her favourite snacks as study aides. No more calling her 'Princess'.
She no longer had a future with Rowan Whitethorn and her soul broke at the realisation.
A soft knock rapped against her bedroom door, and her mother's voice filled her ears. “Aelin, sweetheart, can I come in? I just want to talk.” Aelin nodded, her throat too sore to speak. “What happened today, at school?”
Fresh tears left Aelin's eyes as she made herself speak the horrible truth. “Rowan broke up with me.” Her voice was raspy.
“What? What do you mean that Rowan broke up with you?” Evalin asked.
“He dumped me, mum. He dropped me for Remelle Frost.”
“Are you sure?” she had never heard her mother sound so confused.
“Yes! I saw him kiss her!” Just saying it out loud made her cry even more, if that was even possible. Her mother came closer to her, running a smoothing hair along her hair. Her phone buzzed again. “Can you please leave me alone, and take my phone with you?”
“Okay, sweetheart, but I'll be downstairs if you need me.”
Aelin just nodded and her mother left, taking Aelin's phone with her.
Aelin closed her eyes and sobbed some more.
X X X X
Aelin woke up to the sound of knocking—not on her door, but her bedroom window. She lived in a two storey house, so that only meant one thing; someone climbed the tree next to her side of the house and was standing on the roof.
Aelin sat up and saw Rowan outside her window, his face desperate as he knocked again. Like she was fucking blind and couldn't see him there. At some point it had started to rain and he was drenched.
Anger shot through her at the sight of him, that he would come here after everything that happened today.
She left her bed, her blankets tangling around her legs but she managed to stand up straight as she unlocked her window. “What do you want, Rowan? To rub it in my face about your new girlfriend? Because I don't want to fucking hear it.”
Rowan's face crumpled at her anger. “Aelin, please, I can explain. There's been a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” she hissed. “I saw you kiss Remelle.” Bile raised in her throat at the words, at the image that zapped through her head. Remelle's hands clenched in Rowan's school blazer, her lips on his. “If there's a misunderstanding, then I don't want to hear it. Go to your new girlfriend and leave me alone!” Aelin ripped off her beloved promise ring and threw it at him. He flinched as it hit his face and tumbled off the roof.
Aelin heard her parents voices echoing, asking her if she was alright, and then they were there, at her bedroom door, watching Rowan as he watched her.
“I didn't kiss her!” Rowan said, pleading. “She was talking about how she's leaving during the summer to go to a new school and that she didn't want to leave with no regrets and she kissed me. Forced herself on me, actually. I pushed her off. Lorcan saw the whole thing, he can tell you what happened. Please, Aelin, let me in.”
“I don't believe you.” Even though it did sound like something Remelle would do—and Aelin was aware that Remelle was leaving, and was ecstatic when she heard the news. She and Remelle had never gotten along, not even in kindergarten.
“Please, text Lorcan,” Rowan begged, his own eyes filling with tears. “He doesn't like you enough to lie to you.”
That was definitely true.
“Rowan, you should come inside, before you hurt yourself,” Aelin's dad, Rhoe, interjected. He ignored the glare Aelin sent his way. She was willing to text Lorcan but she didn't want Rowan in her room, not now.
Aelin went to ask her mother for her phone when her parents gasped and swore, and when Aelin turned around, Rowan had fallen off the slip of the roof and was on the ground.
Aelin had never run so fast in her life.
X X X X
Waiting in the urgent care felt like an eternity—which made Aelin dub this day as the longest day in her life.
But soon Rowan was walking out towards the waiting room—towards her—when Aelin noticed the cast covering his right forearm. Tears sprung up in her eyes at the sight.
“I'm okay,” Rowan said as he sat next to her. “No concussion, no bleeding on the brain or anything, just this eyesore for the next eight weeks. Thank the gods that summer has started, at least.”
“What about work?” They were both employed at the Stag Rose Grille as servers and were going to use half their weekly paychecks to go towards their trip after graduation next year.
“Doctor gave me a sick note, and I have a lot of personal leave saved up.”
Aelin nodded and they sat in silence, even as the loudness of the urgent care lobby surrounded them.
“I called Lorcan as I was waiting,” Aelin said after a moment, and Rowan's dark green eyes snapped towards her tear swollen face. And his heart broke at the sight, at knowing that she had cried so much over him. “And he told me what happened, about Remelle. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you, and I'm sorry that she forced herself onto you. Are you okay? We can go to the police and report it, I'll be with you every step of the way.”
Rowan leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the cheek. “I'll be okay. And I just want to forget that it happened. I've already blocked her on everything—I should have years ago.”
“I blocked her, too,” Aelin said, “but not before I gave her a piece of my mind.”
Rowan knew Aelin, and knew that what she said wouldn't have minced words. “What did you say?”
Aelin's answering smile was the very definition of pleased. “That if she ever came back here or ever contacted you after what she did, I was going to set her on fire.”
“Aelin! I think that's considered a felony.”
“What she did to you is a felony! Besides, she called me a cunt and said I was insane and that she would torch me if she ever saw me, so I think we're even.”
Rowan snorted, even though it made his head throb a little—he had no concussion, but his head was definitely a little sore.
Aelin yawned and looked ready to pass out. “You should tell your parents what happened, I know they're away for their anniversary weekend, but they would want to know before they come home to an unexpected insurance bill.”
“I'll tell them later. Let's get you home.”
Aelin smiled and kissed him on the lips. “I like the sound of that.” As they slowly made the way to Aelin's car, she said, “I also like the idea of ordering an extra large cheese crust pepperoni pizza, with garlic dipping sauce.”
Rowan smiled. “You drive and I'll order.”
X X X X
It was midnight when Evalin checked in on Aelin and Rowan, the young couple clinging to each other in Aelin's queen sized bed, Rowan's cast resting on one of Aelin's many pillows.
The room stunk of garlic and cheese and she slowly made her way across her only child's room to open up her window to let in some fresh air.
As Evalin made her way towards Aelin's nightstand where the last of the pizza remained, Aelin's eyes cracked open.
“Sorry about today, mama.” Her voice was still a little strained.
Evalin reached down and kissed her daughter on the forehead and smoothed her hair away from her eyes. “It's okay, I'm glad it worked out for the best. And your father found your ring, by the way, it's in the kitchen, drying after its wash.”
“Thank you.”
“Get some sleep, you've had a long day.” Aelin nodded and closed her eyes.
Evalin grabbed the pizza box and froze at the sight of Aelin's bin.
She knew that Aelin and her boyfriend had made up after the events of today—they had been dating for three years, after all, and Aelin was very open about their relationship— it was the reason why Aelin's TV was so damned loud earlier, but she hadn't expected to see three condoms on top of the waste bin.
“Mama, if you keep looking at them like that, your eyeballs are going to fall out,” Aelin said, her eyes still closed. “Rowan got too excited—”
“I don't really need to hear the rest. Goodnight, love.”
Aelin chuckled. “Night, mama.”
Aelin's bedroom door closed and Rowan groaned beside her. “Did you really just tell your mum that I came too early?”
Aelin chuckled again, her boyfriends face a little red from the embarrassment. “She won't judge, she'll just tell me to cover them up next time like I normally do. Besides, she knows everything that we've done. And she's walked in on us, too, remember?”
Rowan's groan vibrated the bed. “No. I had made myself forget.”
Aelin smiled at how bright Rowan's face had become and pressed a great, big smacking kiss on her boyfriends cheek. “Goodnight, buzzard.”
“Goodnight, Fireheart.”
Aelin rested her cheek against Rowan's bare chest and fell asleep to the sound of Rowan's strong heartbeat and the light drizzle of rain.
#this is literally so dramatic#rowaelin#rowaelinmonth#rowaelinscourt#rowaelin fanfiction#rowaelin fanfic#i feel like teenage rowaelin would be very dramatic tbh#my work
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Another prompt for @desert--moonchild. I decided to use the little snippet I posted a couple of weeks ago about Buck and Tommy being girl dads because I couldn't make it fit into the other ideas I have going right now. I guess you could say I repurposed it lol. I kind of twisted the prompt a little, but I really hope you like it, Moon.
49: Caring for them when they are ill
The picture comes in at 11:45 PM and Tommy thanks God that they're not on a call right now. He leans back on the couch at the station and opens the text. When he sees it, he is really glad Lucy isn't around to give him a hard time because he melts at the sight of his husband and their one-year-old daughter.
Evan has squished his face in next to Alex's, cheek to cheek. Evan's smile is bright and only Tommy would be able to see the tiredness in his husband's eyes. They're both exhausted these days, but loving every second of it. Alex has a finger in her mouth, a gummy smile on her little face, her few teeth visible and Tommy wishes he were home with them, his little family. He and Evan have worked out a complicated, convoluted schedule for being home with her in between their shifts. With the help of their friends and family, it's worked out so far, but it's times like these that he misses them so much that his heart hurts, especially now, when Alex has been fighting a cold for the last couple of days.
Uh oh. He types. Cold keeping her up?
It only takes a second for Evan to text back Sure is. We're both so tired but apparently, sleep is for the weak, Dad.
Dad. He's a dad. He has a husband and he's a dad. He still can't believe it sometimes. But right now he mostly feels guilty, because Evan's home alone with their sick baby and Tommy is stuck at work for at least a couple more hours. Looking around to make sure no one is nearby again, he clicks the 'video' button and waits for Evan to accept the call.
When he does, Tommy's breath actually catches. Even exhausted and sick, his husband and daughter are the most beautiful beings he's ever seen.
"Hi, baby," Evan says with a soft smile. "Miss us?"
"Always," Tommy answers sincerely. "Are you guys okay? Maybe I can beg off for these last couple of hours."
"We're okay," Evan assures him. "I promise. Eddie actually just left. I haven't been by myself these last 10 hours. You know our friends would never dare to do such a thing."
Tommy laughs. "If you're sure."
"I am." Evan lifts Alex's little hand and waves it. "Hi, Dad! We love you!"
Tommy shakes his head and wills his eyes not to tear up. "I love you guys too. Get some rest okay? Do you need anything? I can stop at the 24-hour place by the house?"
"Just you," Evan says, smile sweet and sincere. "Be safe."
"I will."
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Tommy manages to get home on time, luckily. When he walks in the door, the glow of the TV illuminates the dark house. He toes off his shoes and hangs his bag up before making his way to the living room to see Evan sitting on the couch, legs propped on the coffee table, Alex asleep on his chest.
"Hey, handsome," Evan whispers. "Welcome home."
Tommy leans down to press a kiss to Evan's mouth before kissing the top of Alex's head. She doesn't feel warm anymore, thank goodness.
"Fever finally broke about an hour ago," Evan confirms. "She is still a little congested, but it's a lot better than it was this morning."
"Good," Tommy says, sitting next to them. "Have you slept?"
"No," he admits. "Eddie watched her for me and demanded I nap, but...I just couldn't. I didn't want to leave her."
"I know, sweetheart," Tommy says. He reaches for the baby and Evan gives her up with a soft kiss to her forehead. Alex barely stirs, as though she recognizes her other dad has her, so she's safe, as she rests her face in the crook of Tommy's neck.
"Go take a shower," he insists. "Get ready for bed. You need sleep."
"You just want some cuddles for yourself," Evan says fondly.
"Of course I do." He does, desperately. First: baby, then: husband.
Evan laughs. "Yes, boss." But he doesn't get off the couch right away. Instead, he whispers, "Tommy?"
"Yeah?"
He runs a finger down Alex's back. "I love our life."
Tommy smiles at him. "Me too, Evan. Me too."
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Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons
Warnings: adult language
Sfw
He definitely loves watching sunrises even if he doesn’t want to admit it
Loves Rom-Coms, especially Love Actually (I’ll die on that hill)
Has to sleep with a fan on even in winter time. If the electricity for whatever reason goes off and the fan stops he immediately wakes up and is PiSsEd
Is a huge dog person and would love to have one but his job prevents him from getting one because he’s gone from home so much
Loves ramen and could eat it until he could burst, especially the beef flavor.
Super self conscious about his appearance and will only show you his face if he truly trusts you.
Loves to play with your hair until you fall asleep and even then he doesn’t stop. Will brush his fingers through your soft hair, just feeling the realness of you, watching you peacefully sleep in his arms.
Will melt if you massage his lower back. That spot stays so tense and if you dig your fingers just ever so gently, he just turns into putty in your grasp.
Is an actual god at Mario cart. Rainbow road? Yeah, Childs play. 1st place every time. His character? King Boo, who else?
Not a huge fan of PDA but when the two of you are alone expect to be in a dog pile of cuddles and blankets with him. That man will rut into your neck and just breath in your smell for as long as you let him. It’s heaven for him.
Loves a warm towel to wrap up in after a shower. Especially if he’s just gotten home after a long deployment.
Prefers Autumn over any other season only because it’s the most bearable season and it’s not blistering hot or freezing cold.
When he does manage to get some sleep, he snores. Loud enough to shake the walls off a house.
Falls asleep on the couch and when questioned will blatantly deny ever falling asleep. The dad nap, if you will.
Physically has to restrain himself from holding you in bed with him all day, that man will hold you hostage just to get you all to himself for a crumb of a cuddle. Work be damned. Call in sick if you have too, you’re not going in today.
Scary dog privileges when out in public because he’s a 6”4 giant with a glare that can cut through 10 inch titanium. No one dares to try you because they’d make it 4 feet and die.
If you’ve had a hard day at work and you come home looking drained and exhausted, he’ll wordlessly undress you, carry you to the bathroom, draw you a hot bath and wash you. Head to toe. Then leave you to soak away the day. Once out, he’ll wrap you in a fresh towel and carry you to bed and give your feet and thorough rub.
If you have a tummy, that man loves it. If you doubt yourself and stare too long in the mirror, he’s behind you, wrapping his arms around you gently caressing your stomach, rubbing it lovingly. “You’re so beautiful, I just love every inch of you. Don’t you see it. Especially this.” He hugs your middle a little tighter and gives your neck a sweet and tender kiss meeting your watery eyed gaze in the reflection.
If he’s having a particularly bad day and needs to be alone with his thoughts, he’ll leave little notes on your fridge letting you know where he’s went and that he’ll be back eventually.
If you ever get into an argument and Ghost raises his voice, he’ll automatically shut down, for days. He’ll beat himself up until he can’t even forgive himself even after you’ve voiced your forgiveness a million times over. Especially if he made you cry. That’ll be the straw that broke the camel’s back for him.
He’ll probably book a motel room and stay for a few days just so he can try and clear his head and try to figure out how to make things right by you.
He’ll eventually return with your favorite ice cream, your favorite chocolate, and some obnoxious horror movie he’d never catch himself watching, but he would for you. Anything for you.
NSFW
The first time you had done anything with him, it wasn’t anything like you had dreamt it would be. It was loving, affectionate.
He’s definitely a power bottom.
Absolutely goes feral to see you on top while he pounds into from below while you try to hold yourself from falling onto him, hands clutching his broad muscular shoulders.
He’s not very vocal aside from grunts and groans but when he starts to talk, oh man, it’s like the flood gates have opened. “So good for me, pretty.” “Taking me so deep, s’like you were made for me.” “You’re ruining me love, fuck!”
Loses his mind when you randomly give him head. When he comes home after a long deployment, he’ll be tense and worked up. He’ll come home to the lights off, thinking you’ll be asleep but finds you in the most revealing set of lace lingerie.
Ghost.exe has stopped working.
You’ll saunter over to him, and just take him to the bed, and he’ll just willingly let you man handle him as you strip him of his clothes and give him the most heated bedroom eyes.
That man will have a hard on for DAYS
He’ll cup your face, and hold back your hair as you go down on him, while you tell him you want to take care of him for a change and in that moment he knows that he would do anything for you.
This man is obsessed with your breasts. When you’re riding him, he’s always got his face buried between them, sucking horrendous amounts of hickeys on every inch of exposed skin.
Even outside the bedroom, you’re constantly fighting him off you because he just wants to play with your breasts. #simonrileyisaboobman
You accidentally called him “sir” once and he has since developed a kink for it. He now has you call him that in bed when he’s feeling “extra” dominant, which is always.
You tried bondage once and you were super into it, but he was so concerned about giving you rope burn that it was all he could think about and he couldn’t focus. So you tied him up.
That man ate. it. up.
He had never been dominated so it was awkward at first but after he got into it, that man’s view’s on things has been changed.
You had tied his hands behind his back, put him on his knees, and made him vulnerable to you (with consent of course, we’re not animals)  and this had made him so unbelievably horny.
Shower sex. Can and will pin you to the shower wall like it’s nothing and rearrange your insides.
He loves to use toys on you, especially as foreplay. He can drag it out for ages by stopping you right before you’re about to come and then start again a few minutes later only to repeat until you’re begging him, legs shaking, to let you finish.
He takes the toys away, grabs your face and says “the only time you finish is going to be on my cock, now get up ‘ere sweetheart if you want to come so bad and take it.”
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley cod#call of duty mwii#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod#simon riley x you#simon riley headcanons#ghost headcanons#simon ghost riley x you#ghost cod#ghost cod mwii
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swan!reader
new girl to the obx. lives with her mom and her grandmother - who left obx when she was 17 and broke - right near tannyhill. dad passing was the reason she moved but she couldn’t be happier in her new hometown. there’s a rumor going around that her grandma is a witch but no one says it to her face cause they don’t want to hurt her feelings.
wasn’t raised in the bubble wrap and knows what life was like living check to check. the richer they got, the more her parents gave back to the community they came from and it inspired her to do the same.
started taking a interest in nails once she started doing pageants. practiced on her mom and grandma growing up. her dad would let her do his toes at first and then let her do clear polish in his fingers. also taking a interest in witchcraft and has crystals around the house and tannyhill. makes protection charms for rafe and leaves one in his car and his bedroom. her grandmother taught her.
sarah hung out with her when she first started in the academy. rafe caught her attention while she was hanging out with sarah at a party. he tries his hardest to impress her with his money at first but then realized she would date a pogue if they make the amount of right effort and changed tactics. she puts him in his place and he still spoils her even if she says no. he buys her a lot of her nail supplies cause that’s what makes her really happy.
after word got around that she does her own, she started doing her friends nails at first. as time goes on she gets more requests to do nails and then she eventually just has them pay if they’re kook and has pogues get theirs done for much less. they don’t mind because she’s the nicest girl ever. she gives gifts to people on their birthday - even if they’re not close -, always cheering people up and helping with whatever people need. she’s loved by the whole island. even jj likes her and he hates kooks.
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a let me down
letting downs a pick me up for me and my boys kind ghost x reader a/n: this is a part of a series of drabbles told semi-linearly, all taken from prompts from tumblr find others in this series here.
“You know I can’t stay right?”
It’s silent - Simon’s not sure that she’s heard him. The tell-tale sound of her inhale, the crisp air disturbed as she lets out the cigarette smoke from her lungs. Simon wants to ask when she picked up smoking; it wasn’t the last time he was in town, but he knows there’s no reason to ask.
“You never stay Simon,” her voice cuts cold, the cigarette dropping to the ground, sizzling on the snow. He wants to disagree, to tell her that he’ll always be there for her, but he can’t bring himself to lie to her.
“I’m leaving -”
She cuts him off, stopping on the middle of the sidewalk. In the darkness she looks like an angel - the closest thing to an angel that Simon remembers seeing. He wants to reach out and touch her, grab her hand, run his fingers through her hair; his hand almost raises from his side, fingers curling in the muscle memory of what it’s like to hold her.
“Why do you keep doing this to me Simon?”
She’s panting - Simon knows she trying to stop herself from crying. He can’t look her in the eyes, instead he studies the toe of his boot, the metal peeking through and glimmering in the dim streetlight.
“Why do you keep coming back here, and giving me fucking iotas of hope just to fucking leave me behind every single time.”
“It’s my job-”
“I’m not talking about your stupid fucking job Simon,” she growls out, her voice climbing in volume. “I’m talking about how you just show up every single time your on leave, fuck me senseless, and then abandon me. You don’t tell me when you’re coming, you only let me know you’re leaving the moment you do, and you just keep expecting me to play house every time you’re home.”
He looks at her now, his hands stuffed into his pockets, fingers wrapped around his own pack of cigarettes, the box crushed in-between his fingers. Simon is hyper aware of how time is ticking by, how she’s waiting on an answer, but he can’t speak - can’t form any sentence. He doesn’t even know what to say to her.
“You’re a fucking disaster Simon Riley,” she finally spits out, vitriol dripping in every syllable. “I had a boyfriend this time. I broke up with him when you got to my house; I just fucking dropped him like he was nothing. For you. For nothing. For you to fuck me tonight and leave me in the morning without so much as a good-bye!”
She’s yelling now, hands thrown in the air in frustration. Even in her anger, she’s still the most beautiful thing Simon has ever seen - snow stuck to her lashes, her hair a mess in tangles down her back.
She’s out of words - out of ammunition to hurl at him. He shifts, the snow crunching beneath his feet.
“You had a boyfriend?”
She scoffs, her hands coming up to tangle in her hair.
“That’s all you fucking heard? What that I had a boyfriend? And what does it matter to you? It’s not like you’re ever here to actually date me.”
Simon is captivated by the thought of her with someone else - someone else’s hands on her body: someone else fucking her senseless while he was out and away. The anger in him wells up; he wants to know who it was, where he lives - he wants to curb stomp whoever had the audacity to touch -
“You are actually hurting me, do you not realize that?”
Simon is snapped out of his thoughts by her defeated voice.
“I-”
He’s lost on what to say. He knows he hurts her every time he disappears, the words to form an apology die in his throat.
“You know what Simon-” she takes a step away from him, hands gripping the edge of her skirt, her voice shaking “-I don’t think I ever want to see you again.”
Simon watches her turn her back to him, watches as she leaves him on the dark sidewalk. He doesn’t chase after her, doesn’t shout her name, doesn’t beg and plead for another chance, just one more.
He stays, frozen to the spot.
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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)
Words: 3512 (chapter 47)
actually just got the best idea of posting next chapter on valentines day for all the singles here (myself including) ♥
also - minors do not interact !
47. All 'thanks' to the Devil
"So, what has Matt Murdock planned for the upcoming weekend?" You ask, leaving the office at almost 7 PM. The cases had you worked up until the late evening, with a shit ton of paperwork to sign and send back. The last few weeks had been hectic with courtrooms, new clients and trying not to go out of business with almost no income. All because Matt didn't want to take money from you. Or from his actual clients. You've tried to talking some sense into him, even getting Karen to help change Matt's mind, but he refused to listen. Eventually you just gave up and tried to ignore all the food that clients began bringing to the office, instead of paying with actual money. The food was good, yet it doesn't pay the electricity bills.
Matt lazily walks down the stairs after you, one hand holding onto the railling, the other carelessly swinging his briefcase. "What's happening this weekend?"
"You really don't know?" You stop on the last step and turn back to look at him, perplexed.
"No, what is it?" He stops one step above you, towering like a statue in the late evening.
"It's Thanksgiving." You lean on the railing with your elbow, just an arm's reach from Matt.
"Oh, that." He laughs, "I don't really celebrate."
"You're just weird, and not in a good way, you know that?" You huff, still looking at him from below. If Matt could see, he'd be met with your lovely doe eyes.
"Awh, you broke my heart, y/n." He teases. Those few weeks after sending Fisk to prison were almost like honeymoon - fewer criminals and more time to spend with you. Yes, he has been sneaking out at night when he heard screaming and fighting, but he always returned to you sleeping soundly in his bed. It was hard to keep up with this, the guilt Matt felt when he kissed your forehead and left the warmth of your body to put on the suit has been collecting in his heart the same way dirt collects in the bottom of a river.
"Not the first time, if I remember correctly." You say, cheekily placing your hand on his waist, just above the end of his shirt. Matt feels his breath hitch somewhere in his lungs, but the warmth from your touch calms him. "Listen, Murdock, I thought that if you're not busy, maybe you'd like to go to my parents' house for the weekend?" Your fingers hook on the loops of his trousers and tug him forward.
"To your parents' house?" There's a note of fear and doubt in his voice. He's never been away from Hell's Kitchen for long and the thought of leaving people in need alone was almost crushing.
"Yeah, you know, to celebrate Thanksgiving."
"Really? I thought you were finally going to introduce me to your parents." He smirks, hand resting on your shoulder for support. You both agreed to keep whatever was going on between you two a secret for as long as possible. Not only because of the way Karen was constantly sending Matt heart eyes, but you also didn't want to make things in the office weird, especially after Matt and Foggy called truce. And, secret romance was as exciting as winning a case. Meeting your parents would mean a new step in your relationship; one he was willing to take.
"Well that comes with the whole dinner for free package." You lean forward on your tippity toes, "and maybe breakfast, if you're good."
"I'm always good." His smile becomes even bigger when you tug at his pants again.
"One might argue." You laugh, still keeping your hand firmly on Matt's body, feeling the muscles move when he leans forward to kiss your forehead.
"Well, if one might argue, then one might decline the delicious dinner offer." He says after pulling back and feeling your hand drop. Like an animal close to catching his prey, he comes around in half-circle to stand next to you.
"Don't be a dick now." Your hands find his body again, slowly pulling him closer to you by his tie. "Let's leave this place and just forget everything. At least for a day." His face is just inches away from yours and you whisper, "I'll make sure my dad doesn't kick your ass."
"Oh, that's awesome." He huffs before you place a chaste kiss on his lips. "I might think about it." He murmurs before your lips connect again, this time more demanding. "I think I need a little more convincing." Matt smiles, playing the game with you, before you roll your eyes and kiss him again, tongue teasingly touching his lips and you pull away before he could breach his way into your mouth.
"I'll leave you to make the decision, handsome." You pull away, leaving him needy and in thought. "You better hurry, I might just leave you here."
As Matt closes the doors of your car, you lock them from the inside, much to his surprise and rising suspicion. Your hand rests on his body again, slowly getting under his jacket through the coat and stops on his chest, feeling the heartbeat speeding up. "What are you doing?" Matt asks, feeling cornered in the passenger seat.
"So, what is your answer?" You ask near his face, breathing hot air on his cheek. The air in the car was cold and the contrast made him shiver.
"You really didn't give me much time to think." He smiles, hearing you pout.
"I need to know tonight, my dad is going to the grocery store tomorrow." You kiss his cheek, dragging your lips along his jawline and stop when you reach his chin.
"That's very little time for such tough decision, y/n." He can't hide his smile when you squeeze his shoulder under all the layers and kiss him on the lips.
"I can be very convincing." Your hand drops from his shoulder and slides all the way down until you reach his crotch and can't believe that he's already half hard. "Very, very convincing." You rub your palm on him, intently watching him suck a breath through his teeth.
"Y/n, we shouldn't be doing this here." He mumbles before your tongue makes its way into his mouth, demanding and hungry. He gives into it, tasting your lips again like for the first time, finding it hard to focus on one thing with the way your hands are on him, pulling at his belt, trying to touch him as roughly as possible.
"We're alone, relax." You pull away, breathless from the kiss and using both hands, although, quite uncomfortably in this position, unzip his pants and Matt lifts up his butt so you could push his underwear almost to his mid-thighs. Your hand immediately wraps around his hard cock. He gasps instantly, feeling both relaxed and tense. "I could watch you all day." You whisper sultry in his ear and almost hypnotized look at the way your hand comes up and down, and the sight makes your stomach flip. Matt can't say a word, mainly because there isn't a single coherent thought in his head, just your hot breath fanning against his cheek, and your hand tightly stroking his dick. You kiss the corner of his lips before your hand leaves his erection and the instant coldness makes him shiver. He almost protests, wanting you to finish what you've started but then he hears shifting on the driver's seat and slight huffing as you struggle to make yourself comfortable with those suit pants. "What are you doing?" He asks again, the same question, yet different meaning, expectations high for a different answer.
You say nothing, finally comfortable on the seat, kneeling on the left side of Matt, heels pushed against the door. You lean forward, taking Matt's cock in your hand again and licking the tip. He almost cums on the spot, hands desperately searching for something to grasp and fingers finally tighten on the door handle. "Y/n..." he mouths without sound, eyebrows tightly knitted together, his left hand slipping into your hair and subconsciously pulling at the roots. You roll your eyes and refrain from making a sound at his action and start sucking him. At first, slowly, setting a pace and he pulls your head up for a moment. The hand holding the door handle comes off and he swiftly collects all your hair and one place, making a ponytail. You appreciate the action and continue your previously interrupted activity, hot tongue moving along his veiny dick faster and faster.
The gear shift is uncomfortably pressing into your breast, creating a strange friction; a grunt leaves Matt's mouth, so filthy and so desperate, his hands starts unconsciously pressing your head further on his dick, but he's not harsh. He doesn't want you to do things that you're not comfortable with. He's not one of those guys who needs to hear women choke and gag on their dicks, what difference it would make, if your hand, playing with his balls and the base of his cock that your mouth doesn't reach, does a perfect job? Of course, if you did, he wouldn't mind, but he certainly wasn't going to make you do it.
Lost in the rhythm of your mouth, he felt himself getting closer. Light shaking in his hips told you that he didn't have long left and you pull away, licking your lips. Breath knocked out of your lungs, breasts aching with desire and need to be touched, panties most certainly wet and knees hurting - you were a mess, just as Matt was a complete mess under your touch. You glance at his lower lip, tightly trapped behind his teeth, almost to the point of being bloody and flushed face and almost stop your hand from touching yourself. Awarding him with a kiss, you push your tongue into his mouth, wanting him to taste himself on your tongue, to feel the saltiness of the precum and the absolute desire that was possessing you. Matt groans, hands not letting go of your hair and your cheek; he inhales the air of the car, everything making him even hornier, if that was possible. He knew that your wet panties were sticking to your tight suit pants and if you wiggled your butt enough, you'd most certainly would've created some friction. He felt that in the air, you wanted to ease the tension, wanted to slip your fingers and rub your clit, yet you were almost punishing yourself with the way you solely focused on pleasuring him. He knew that even if his hand slightly brushed over your breast, you'd come undone.
"So," you say, hand slowly going up and down on his dick, calmer than before, but enough to drive him over the edge. "You've thought enough now?" You kiss his cheek, over and over again, purposely avoiding his lips, waiting for his answer. Matt laughs but doesn't say a word. "Are you coming, Matt?" You ask, holding him tigher and he sucks a breath in, "are you coming over, honey?" You ask again, your head against his, Matt's fingers tightening around your hair and you suddenly pick up a harsh, almost punishing rhythm and try to get him off quicker, mouth watering at the sight of your hand on his big veiny dick.
Matt grunts again, this time it comes out so dirty that you roll your eyes to the back of your head but manage to keep him on the edge, so close, but not close enough. "Are you coming?" You repeat your question, this time louder, still keeping the pace, he's almost there, you know from the way he takes short breaths and furrows his eyebrows. "Answer me." You demand into his ear and he finally nods, desperate for this to end. "I want you to say it. Say it Matt, are you coming?" He knows that this question is laced with double meaning, one obvious for this current situation down his pants, and the other - the unanswered question about the dinner.
It takes approximately 5 seconds for him to finally answer, the dominance of your actions and that tone - he was a gone man. "I am, I'm coming-" words get stuck in his throat when you, finally satisfied with the answer, wrap your mouth around his cock again, taking it all in and swallowing. He lets out a guttural moan, hips rising to meet your mouth, head thrown back and chest rising with every breath that he takes.
A moment later, you finally rise up and breathe heavily, a smile dancing on your lips. "Told you that I am good at convincing."
He feels weak, tired and satisfied at the same time. Matt's hand, stretched out, looks for your face and when he finally hooks his fingers behind your ear, you are pulled into a breathless, dirty kiss. He tastes himself again, but this makes the kiss even hotter. "Too good." He whispers when you pull away, knees already tired from this position and you slide down your seat, making yourself comfortable.
The windows of your car are fogged from the inside, hot air inside contrasting with the cold wind outside. Even if someone was passing, surely nothing could've been seen. Matt shivers, remembering that he's exposed at the moment, but doesn't hurry to pull his pants up. You open your eyes that you closed just a second ago and when his hand comes to squeeze your thigh, almost touching your core. You wanted him now - either his dick or his fingers inside you, but much to your own surprise, you push his hand away. "Don't get too greedy." He smiles, and reluctantly, pulls his hand away, finally pulling his pants up. You turn on the ignition, waiting for the windows to cool, "you'll get your piece when the time comes."
"Oh, is that soon?"
"Very soon." You say and touch his cheek with the back of hand before driving out of the parking lot.
*** Apparently 'soon' wasn't the next day. And not the day of your trip to your parents house. Matt felt slightly betrayed by the way you were giving him blue balls for two days in a row. But something told him that just the night after you dropped him off at his place and returned to yours, you definitely stuck your fingers inside of you and came, probably more than once to the fresh memory of him coming in your mouth in the front seat of your car. Just the thought of it made him feel a tingle down there and he shifted in his seat.
"Is it still cold?" You ask, noticing the slight movement in the corner of your eye and shift gears, "I'll have my dad to look over it, I swear something's wrong with the heating." He was right. You did masturbate when you returned to your apartment, almost immediately when you dropped all your clothes on the bathroom floor and turned on the shower. He was right, you came twice.
"No." Matt answers immediately, but then thinks again. "Maybe a bit."
"I knew I wasn't imagining it." You smile briefly when you hear one of your favorite bands on the radio. Muse. Their music had you in a chokehold throughout your entire highschool and it wasn't better when Twilight came out. Although it was a bit crappy movie, the scene with Muse's song made you close your eyes at the imperfection.
"So..." Matt turns to face you, the seatbelt digging into his shoulder, "what's your dad like?"
"Are you scared?" You smirk, adjusting your hands on the wheel.
"Should I be?"
"A bit, yeah." You sigh, "everyone keeps saying that I'm a lot like him."
"So we're going to get along just fine."
You can't help but laugh, glad to stop by the red light. "Your humor is admirable, Matt, truly."
"What? Is he really that bad?" Matt smiles, slightly confused.
"If you're a man, yes. Especially if you're my man." You tap your fingers on the wheel, letting the words sink in. My man. Matt felt his heart flutter. "My ex has him wrapped around his finger. I curse the day I agreed to go to prom with him."
"Wow, then I'm up against a tough opponent."
"Yeah, believe me. What makes it worse is that Robert's a nice guy. Dealing with exes is not easy, right?" You briefly turn to look at him when the light changes to green. "What about you? Any woman I should worry about?"
"Uh... It's all in the past, so no." But Matt's words are not reassuring. Elektra. He hasn't heard from her since college, when she almost screwed up his graduation. But right now, he didn't miss Elektra at all. In fact, he didn't even think about her, when he had you, sitting by his side all the time, full of joy and life. So beautiful like a gust of wind on a hot summer's day.
"Hm." You only hum, not really feeling the need to discuss past lovers. What truly matters is the present. He's glad you're not asking questions and you fall into a comfortable silence.
***
Forty minutes later, you're already parking your car in front of your parents' house. The late November wasn't particularly grateful with daylight, and by the time you drove here, it was almost dusk. You get out of the car, inhaling full lungs of fresh air. Home. The house was still the same as you remembered, no different from the other brick houses on the street, but still so dear to you.
"Can I carry something?" Matt's soft tone brings you back from your thoughts, and you turn around to look at him.
"Only the flowers." Of course, Matt insisted on buying your mother a nice bouquet of flowers on their first meeting. A true gentleman. You grab the apple pie you baked before leaving and with one final look at the last light of the sunset, you place your hand on Matt's elbow. His grip on the flowers tightens, the swing of his white cane is quick and almost enthralling.
"Should we knock?" He asks, when his cane hits a hard wall of the house.
"I'll do it." You knock gently, but loud enough for people inside to hear. Matt hears how the TV gets muted and a shuffling of slippers comes closer and closer to them. It felt like it was just the two of you against the whole world. Both holding onto each other tightly, afraid that if someone comes in between, you both might just fall apart like ancient heroes and their lovers, destined only to suffer. The doors open just a second later-
"I can't believe my eyes." A rough voice reaches Matt's ears, and his best guess is that your dad was looking at you as if he saw a ghost. "Y/n?" He steps through the threshold, embracing you in a tight hug.
"Hi, dad." You whisper into his broad shoulder, inhaling the smell of home. He pulls away and looks at Matt in question. Your mother appears, and her smile is brighter than the whole sky. You push the pie in your dad's hands and hug her with both of your hands. The faint smell of turkey and spices reminds you of all the times you celebrated Thanksgiving with your parents... And all the times you did not.
"So glad to see my beautiful daughter, just look how she glows, look Harold, isn't she just like an angel?" You mother's fingers gently pinch your cheeks, just like they did when you were little. Her eyes dart to Matt, standing just a bit behind you, small smile on his lips. "And who's this handsome?"
"Mom, dad, this is Matt. We wanted to make a surprise, so that's why I didn't tell you about us coming here." You say, and Matt quickly understands that you lied before when you said that your dad needs to know about this before his trip to the supermarked. Clever little fox you were.
Matt extends his hand, quickly folding the white cane and pushing it under his elbow. Your father is the first one to shake hands with him, one firm grip meeting another. Harold's eyebrows shoot up a bit, from the unexpected strength from a blind man. "I'm Harold Y/l/n."
"Matt Murdock. Nice to meet you, Sir. I've heard a lot about your work in the force." Matt smiles, and your father's hand is quickly replaced by your mother's. "Mrs Y/l/n, pleasure to meet you. Y/n said that you might like these," Matt gives your mother the flowers and she sighs, delighted, "something smells very good."
"Fantastic sense of smell! I'm Camilla, and oh, the flowers are just beautiful."
You watch their interraction, somewhere deep inside afraid that this bubble of a perfect world might collapse soon. Your mother takes the flowers and turns back, urging you to go inside. "Murdock you say? I heard a thing or two about your father. One hell of a man he was." You faintly hear your dad's voice, before every bit of happiness washes away from your body when you see him standing in the kitchen, a stupid grin on his face.
"Hello, y/n."
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Hi! I'm not sure if this is where to get on the taglist but I'd like to be in the tag list for Yellowstone + Rip Wheeler. Also I'd request for a post about Rip wheeler asking out Y/N Dutton who they are 21 and 18 (y/n) or maybe a post about Beth liking rip but rip likes y/n and y/n hear him saying this?
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Hi yes this is the way you can be added to a tag list and send in requests 😊 Hope you enjoy
Will You Be This Nervous To Propose???
Rip was never nervous when he was doing his work except when he had to interact with his boss's daughter Y/n Dutton. He was utterly in love with her. But tonight he was going to work up the courage to ask her out tonight. Exiting the barn I saw my sister Beth who was a few seconds older than me us being twins watching me climb down my horse. Her and I were completely opposite of one another. She was heading off to school in a few days while I was staying here with Lee and Kayce just running the ranch like a rancher does with only a high school education in my belt. Holding my light brown hat on my head I walked up to her. "I can't believe you still ride those things after what happened to our mother Y/n." Crossing my arms over my chest I scoffed at my sister with a smile. "Beth, I don't think I can be anywhere else but what daddy is. I am a full on rancher regardless of what tradigity happened to her. Howd'y Rip what are you up to?"
He was wearing a tan hat with the two top buttons of his blue shirt opened as he shifted his feet clearly nervous around us girls. I had to say that 18 year old me now has had a crush on him since the day he got here. "Hey Y/n. Beth. Uh...can I talk to her alone for a second if you don't mind?" He stuttered out before my sister grabbed my shoulder whispering in my ear. "Remember what mother taught us and oh use protection." I blushed her direction as she walked away swaying her hips. Turning my head back his way I asked leaning against the barn wall. "What do you want to talk about, Rip?" He played with the end of his shirt clearing his throat trying to act like he wasn't nervous. "I was wondering if you would want to go...on a date with me tonight...if you don't I get it and I...I should go."
He turned starting to leave but I gently grabbed a hold of his forearm stopping him in his tracks. His deep brown eyes locked onto mine. "Rip, I'd love too but I gotta ask you something." He nodded watching me lean forward on my toes where our lips would almost touch in a kiss. He took a step back but not much since I was holding him close to me. "Will you be this nervous when you ask for my hand cowboy. Because I would hope you have confidence by then." He blushed deeply until I bursted into a laughing fit. A few minutes later he joined in messing with his hat. "Maybe I'll have grown up some confidence by then ma'am." Leaning up on my toes I gave him a quick kiss on the lips where he kissed back until I broke it heading towards the main house. "You just asked out the farmer's daughter. You've got enough confidence for now cowboy. I'll see you later." Rip nodded watching me walk away grinning ear to ear.
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