#he's... rly handsome help

[imaginarianisms]

1 day i will make a meta of sansa's dynamic with her metaphorical champions/suitors & how that correlates to the ashford theory (i.e sansa being betrothed to joffrey baratheon, then promised to willas tyrell, then being married to tyrion lannister, then being married to harry hardying then married to aegon vi targaryen & aurane velaryon but it is not this day. lmao. when i make that meta it'll be so over for y'all.

[thekidsarentalright]

i have got to get weirder w my gender presentation and identity fr

[saetoru]

Tee how is that alhaitham fic coming along 👀

....

girl i have bad news i havent touched it in ages i have been either busy or absolutely unmotivated i need wtv i was on when i started writing it again 😞

[heartsoji]

falling in love with your roommate, suna rintaro

roommates to lovers

a/n: i haven't read the manga so i don't rly know anything abt rin's fam situation - sorry if any info is incorrect loll also this is more of like a college au?? idk if rin went to college but here it is

a/n pt. 2: i kinda switch between using rin and suna sorry

"rintaro!"

"what?"

"aren't you tired of living in my home, still? you're 21! i'm sure all of your friends have moved out already, right? most of them probably moved out at 18, but you haven't budged an inch!" mrs. suna scolded.

"yeah, yeah, pipe down, mom. i'll move out soon, i promise."

"no! it was fine that you stayed home for your freshman year of college, and i thought that you'd start being independent for your sophomore year, but you're still completely dependent on us! you don't cook, buy groceries, clean, or do any work around here! what are you going to do when you've graduated and you don't know how to run a washing machine?"

"yes, yes, i'm sorry."

"and i was very understanding of the fact that you didn't want to move into a dorm, but aren't you tired of commuting hours away when you could just get a closer apartment?"

"mhm, mhm."

she sighed. "rintaro, you know im only saying this because i care about you. i want you to be independent and strong, you know?"

"yep. i just booked an apartment tour via online."

"and i- huh?"

yeah.

soon after he decided the apartment was in good enough condition to be living in, he rented it out and moved in.

on his moving day, he met you.

"hi! you're.. suna rintaro, right? sorry i wasn't there on your tour day. i'm your new roommate, l/n! nice to meet you." you said, a friendly smile on your features.

stoically, suna replied, "good to meet you."

at first, you and suna kinda kept to yourselves. you were polite to each other, of course, but there wasn't much talking, only coexisting.

that is, until you discovered his grocery bills.

"$18... you've been surviving on $18?!" you looked at him in shock.

"yeah. is that weird?"

"damn right it is! what are you even buying?"

"well.. i don't know how to cook anything, so i mostly order door dash. my grocery bill is from instant ramen, chuppets, eggs, and milk."

you stare at him blankly.

"you've been eating nothing but door dash, instant ramen, candy, eggs, and milk for the past 2 months?"

"yeah."

this guy.

he just stands there awkwardly at you laugh at him.

from then on, you two become closer.

you taught him basic recipes to make using groceries you taught him to buy, (imagine his shock when his bill came out to be like $60.. and you were like "bro that's normal") you taught him how to use a washing machine, ("oh, so you put the detergent in this compartment..") etc. just basic household chores, but he was so impressed.

eventually, you two stopped being friendly roommates and just became friends.

he was a good listener. you'd rant to him about your problems, no matter how insignificant, and he'd listen to you carefully, and you never felt like your problems were stupid whenever you talked to him.

you two started hanging out a lot. you'd study together at cafes, go to amusement parks on weekends, and just chill at home together.

and as much as you hated to admit it, you had started developing feelings for your roomie.

i mean, how could you not? he was tall, handsome, kind, funny, cheeky, and it certainly helped that you got to see him all tired in the mornings.

you didn't really know if he felt the same way, but if he did, he was a real bitch, because at some point, your relationship became kind of flirty, and he'd give you butterflies on a daily basis.

you two would watch scary movies and he'd let you cling to him, giving your terrified features a teasey smile every now and then.

he'd walk around the apartment with his toned abs out, and his sweats dangerously low on his hips.

when you guys went on walks, he'd give you his hoodie if it got cold.

whenever you'd go on long rants, he'd just stare at your face with love in his eyes. "and then i-what is it, rin?" "nothing, pretty."

like sir you can't just do that. you're too handsome to do that without risk of heart explosion.

then, one day, unexpectedly, he popped the question.

you two were watching a cheesy romcom for the 5th time, sharing a pot of instant ramen, and at the same moment that the male lead said to the female lead, "i like you. a lot. i have for a while now," rin did too.

it wasn't grand.

it wasn't loud.

it wasn't annoying.

you weren't even sure if he meant it.

but when you saw him looking at you, nervous, awaiting a response, you knew he did.

so, at the same time the female lead said, "me too," you did too.

then, with the cheesy romantic music playing in the back, you guys gave each other cheesy smiles, and he planted a cheesy peck on your cheek.

it was subtle.

it was sweet.

it was cheesy.

it was familiar.

it was uncharacteristically romantic and sentimental.

it was just like how your future relationship with your roomie and best friend, suna rintaro, was going to be.

[ma3mae]

Hello!! I hope you are doing well, wanted to say I love your work !!

Can I request how the BSD boys (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Chuuya, Fukuzawa etc) would react to gf!fem!reader saying “I am just a hole” after they did something attractive? Something fun and suggestive ehehe~

No brain, just horny!

Summary: No one cared about you being down bad for you bfs since everything's mutual, right? (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Fukuzawa)

Genre: fluff, maybe crack, def suggestive themes, maybe a tiny tiny bit of smut. Who knows 💀

Warnings: yall gonna be horny after this 🤓

A/N: was kinda difficult to think of fitting scenarios but i had fun writing this!! Also thank you for loving my work, anonnnn 💕💕💕💕

Part 2

Dazai Osamu

WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAAAAAAT 💀💀💀💀

HES HORNY 24/7, DONT EXPECT HIM TO HOLD BACK LMAOO 💀💀😭😭

okay okay so lets say yall are at the ADA office

hes done with annoying the shit ouf of kuni and now hes just sitting on the couch, literally bored out of his mind

Kuni tells u to tell "that dumbass idiot of a boyfriend🤩" to finally get back to work so u go up to him

u know that scene where he leans his head back onto the grave and slowly tilts it back down and opens his eyes while having that soft smile on his face? oda's only purpose was him dying so we'd get that scene, crying fr 😭😭😭

Yeah hes doing exactly THAT as he notices your presence infront of him, flashing you a smile and only for it to spread even further as he notices your dazed face 💀

"Oh, bella? Too lovestruck to talk to me, I see. Can't help it that I'm just so hands-"

"I'm nothing but a hole for you"

I DONT KNOW HOW SOMEONE COULD EVEN SAY THAT 😭😭 THATS SUCH A WEIRD THING TO SAY AND SO DUMB BUT NO ONE CARES 🥲🥲🥲

AND HIS HORNY ASS DOESNT GIVE TWO SHITS EITHER 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

his eyes are fking bulging as he hears you say that infront of him

ACTUALLY shocked that you had the guts to legit say that outloud and luckily no one rly heard that except him he wouldnt mind if the whole ass office wouldve heard that, we KNOW 💀

you manage to get a good laugh out of him before he just shoots you that god awful handsome smirk before he suddenly stands up

Towering over you, he leans in and whispers "Never thought you'd be so dirty to say stuff like that during working hours. Not that I'm complaining! I'm glad to have such a strong effect on you, bella~" got me blushing fr😳😳😳

Its too late to realise what you've just said. Your fate has been sealed.

OFF TO HORNY JAIL YALL GO 💀💀🗣️

no jk but nah nah he wont stop there

Youve awakened the fking horny beast in him and how could he refuse his love offering herself so blatantly while your coworkers were literally in the same room?? 🤩😋

He just takes your hand as he proceeds to leave the office

Kuni just yells "Oi, where the hell do you think you're going?! Only told you to tell him to work! Not join his stupid shenanigans!! 😡😡"

YOU KNOW that ur bf just turns around and shoots him that annoying ass smirk, only to say

"But Kunikida, we are off to work actually! Nothing you'd be able to do anyway. Tell me when you've found something interesting in all that paper work of yours! Can tell you that our job will definitely be more fun than that~ 😁😁"

You can only give poor kuni a sheepish smile as atsushi just deadpans at the both of you, muttering a "good luck 😐" towards you as your bf just drags you to his car because your job's gonna be too loud to do at the ada and going home wont be an option since dazai's not patient in that sense 💀💀💀

Already sending prayers to you for having to go back to "work" while being sore af and dazai looking like he got out of a 10 day wellness vacation 😭🥲🥲

dazai's actually gonna spare our poor kuni by kinda doing some paper work but our man will be forever traumatised bc hes not oblivious 🗣️

Especially after seeing your neck littered with hickeys 😭😭 u cant hide them, youve got a damn mosquito as a bf 💀

kuni just tosses a bottle of water your way without looking at u bc he thinks its not modest to shamelessly look at them 😤 I LOVE U KUNI

"thanks, i guess" is all you'll hear from him bc at the end, you DID get dazai to work but at what cost 😭

Kunikida Doppo

Flabbergasted. Shocked. Disappointed. Shamefully not too hard to turn on. 💀

His first reaction is gonna be like u just told ur mom u forgot to do the laundry 😭

DEF gonna scold your ass off for saying such things in such an inappropiate setting

its not your fault hes being so hot during work 😤😤😤😤

Tell him off for being so handsome!! 🤩

Wont stop his scolding but u cant take him serious when hes fumbling over his words

Still manages to thank you for ur compliment even though its embarassing af 😭 no way would he refuse such kind words from his love 😋

So anyway it could go two ways with him

The first would be if yall wouldnt be alone at the ADA

You go up to him to ask him about a report you need help with

Ive never seen kuni tie his hair up but... imagine catching him doing that...

With the hair tie in his mouth as he pulls his hair back and like...

It makes u think of the times you'd yank it back during yk what 🤭

So he notices you gape at him and is all like "🤨 are you alright?"

Cue to you just uttering "Damn, kuni. You only gotta ask. Am just a hole for you anyway" out of nowhere

LMAO you can just hear dazai cackling from the couch as your bf just looks at you like 😳 with his mouth agape and everything

Dazai just walks up to you to pat your shoulder

"Kunikida, you've got quite the daring girlfriend!" "SHUT YOUR ANNOYING MOUTH UP"

kuni just quickly ties his hair back and BROO he nearly feels so violated and exposed 😭😭😭😭

Why would u do this to him AT WORK 😭

Ngl u and dazai prob team up to annoy him to death like hes just so fun to TEASE 😤

Anyway he just tells you to get back to work and when u tell him you need some help, he begrudgingly does it bc its important but you can still his hands shake a bit and his face is red as he tries to give you advice on ur work skskksks 💀

Be ready to get scolded for HOURS when yall are on ur way home 🤓

But dw u know how to shut his beautiful mouth up 🤭😋

But if you do the whole thing while yall are alone at work bc kuni decided to stay a bit longer then THATS a different story

Lets say he does the same thing again as above ^ and u say the same thing

He'll def turn a bit red and tell you that you cant say stuff like that during work!

"But kuni, we're alone and no ones gonna come back anyway. It's nearly 8pm after all."

The sun's setting and the only light that softly illuminates the room and it just steals ur fking breath bc 😭 hes so gorgeous with his hair open 😭😭😭

But u can still see his gaze on u, making ur knees weak bc BROO

horny jail for kuni too????? 💀💀💀

jk but he'll clear his throat and just say "a work place is still a work place so i cant let this inappropiate behavior just go like that..."

You're like standing infront of him and he grabs you by your waist, softly kneading it as he tells u to sit on his lap 😭

"Will teach that mouth of yours how to behave. Maybe after this you'll be a bit more tame. Think that idiot has been a bad influence on you like he has with everyone but don't worry. I'll be sure to teach you everything again."

I'll let you imagine the rest here 🤭🤭

Edogawa Ranpo

man just wants to eat his candy in peace, get ur horny ass away from him 🤨🤨🤨🤨

u thought dazai's a whole bitch???? Nah nah this is a MAN CHILD right here

This man wont give u what u want, nah he'll let u suffer alone LOL 💀💀

if this happens at work then 🤷 honestly depends on what mood he is i think

its a hot day in yokohama and the air conditioning is not rly helping yall

so u kinda wanna go grab some ice cream during ur break and u dont need to think twice about asking ur bf to go with u

fr he'll be SO annoying if u dont take him with u 💀 but dw he obviously knows why u r approaching him rn 🤩

but he takes a while to catch on why u just stopped and looked like a fish rn like a combo of this :0 and 😳

he just goes "🤨"

"Damn, the bathroom's close. 'am just a hole for you anyway so let's go" u legit go 😨 after realising what u just said

How no one hears that, idk but this hoe DEF heard u well

U r even more scared bc he just sits there and doesnt react but oops

only needs some sec before he opens his eyes and smirks at u 🤭

"Eh~ You've got guts, Y/N. Saying naughty stuff like that during work hours. Not that I mind though. Just shows how smitten you are by the World's Greatest Detective~"

"N-"

He just waves a finger at u like you're a lil kid getting scolded rn 💀

"Ah ah ah, don't try to refute that fact. Can't blame you for your reaction after all. It's still funny to me that all it took was me losening my tie, gliding a hand through my hair and open up a button of my shirt. ~ "

He just gets up and gives you a peck on your cheek before walking ahead

"I still want that ice ream though! If it's good then I'll give tending to your needs a thought!" 💀 THIS BITCH

but dw he'll make sure to show u how smitten he is after that bc ur mouth just tastes better after some sweet ice cream, right 🤓??

but u know whats the best combo with saying that sentence?

a jealous ranpo 🤩

like ok quick scenario

lets move this outside of work, ok?

So yall are walking around and some random dude decides to hit on u and hello 🤨cant he see that u r legit holding hands with the world's greatest detective??

u kindly tell the man to fuck off but nah hes not letting u chill

wraps protectively his arm around ur waist, clearly showing him that YOU. ARE. TAKEN.

"with that scrawny lookin dude???" bro hes got a death sentence 💀

time for ur bf to show him his skills 🤭 which means threatening him to expose everything about him

immediately tells him where he lives, what he does for a living, where he likes to shop, where his parents live. E. V. E. R. Y. T. H. I. N. G

he just smirks and puffs his chest slightly out as that dude just fking runs off bc id be terrified too 😨

He deserves it tho ✋

"What a fool! Thinking he could challenge ME?! The greatest detective to ever live! See how terrified he was!" hes fking cackling before stopping as he sees ur face

brothers and sisters, we are LOVESTRUCK

and that hoe cann see that right away 💀

"Thank you..." like should we say how hot that was???? maybe 😳😳???

"And?" AH obviously he got us 😭

but we too embarassed to say smth but NICE, theres a nearby alley so u know where hes dragging us 🤩

Pressed up against the wall and hes just centimeters away from u as he asks again

"That wasn't everything you wanted to say, right~? Of course you find me" hot" but just wanna hear it from you, love."

"FUCK, am just a hole for u" 💀😳

goes wide eyed for a sec before chuckling and saying "Well, that wasn't what I wanted to hear but I'll let it count!"

His eyes travel down your neck before finally saying "Hm, I've got an idea in how to make everyone know that you're taken. I deserve a little treat after having saved you, no?" 🤭🤭🤭 got me blushing fr

Anyway problem solved, no one made moves onto u after that and it might turn into a habit before yall go out for the next times 🗣️

But no one's complaining hihi 🤭🤭😳

Fukuzawa Yukichi

oh god where do i even begin 💀

i gotta hold myself back from getting off topic when it comes to HIM 😭

honestly this man has seen and experienced so many things, u gotta do a lot to catch THIS man off guard 💀💀

bro he had to deal with mori's ass in his 20's for too long and STILL deals with it till this day 😐😐😐😐😐

not to mention the agency is like his fking orphanage at this point 😐

Already enough that his first child is still a child with his thirty years of living on this damn planet 🤓

lets say u work at the ADA as well and now yall r holding a meeting to go over some details for a random mission

Idk if its just me but... the way he sits there and is leading that whole shit, telling em what to do and how they could handle it the best way, while encouraging everyone to work hard n stuff... idk....

Its just so HOT 😳😳😳🤭

like hes so charismatic, fuck dazai, yall cant compare ANYONE to this man 😭😭😭😭😭😭 no wonder everyone follows him, id lick his shoes too 😭😭 HORNY JAIL FOR ME?????

anyway he dismisses everyone and the both of you are the last ones to be in the room bc u r just sitting at the table and staring at him like 😳

Dw my girl, hes been noticing the way you've been looking at him the whole time

"Is everything alright, my love? You've been staring at me for quite a while now."

"N-No its nothing 😳"

nah no need to hold back bc we know our knees r gonna buckle the second he takes ur hand

AND HE DOES 🤩🤩

his eyes slightly crinkle at the end as you can see amusement dance in them

"I know that look when something's on your mind. I'll respect your decision to not tell me but I'd like to know what it is."

honestly your red face is already proof enough whats on ur mind but how can u hide it when hes just looking at you with such an intense gaze UGH I LOVE THIS MAAAAAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"W-Well the way you just handle everything with ease even though its a lot of pressure and i dont know...it's just really admirable but also hot when you tell them what to do. wouldnt mind you doing that in the bedroom too, you know. id be a hole for u anytime like this... "

u tryna mumble that shit out of embarassement but he clearly heard you 💀

And he does go wide eyed out of surprise because DAMN thats still pretty straightforward and was kinda the last thing he'd thought you'd say but honestly... he doesnt mind it 💀

in facr hes liking it a bit too much for himself 💀💀 but who is he to complain? Especially when his lover is being so honest with him?

" So you want me to be a bit more authoritative in the bedroom? I-It might be a bit awkward for me to do so but if it's something you desire then we'll gladly try it out together. We should be done with the mission around the evening but if not then..."

you feel his hands gently cup your face as he presses his lips against yours before pulling a bit too soon for your liking

"Then I hope this will suffice until then. I'll be sure to thank you for your patience after everything's over."

THE ONLY THIINNGG

THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO IS SAY YESSSS 🤩🤩😭😭😭😭😭

IDC IF IM NOT SPEAKING FOR EVERYONE BC

We WILL wait for him OKAY 💀💀✋✋✋

he just strokes your hair lovingly as you try to hide ur face bc hes just too blinding

anyway as the both of u get ready to leave, yall just hear quick shuffling behind yall bc OOPS

THE DOOR WAS OPEN 💀

THE KIDS DIDNT LEAVE LOL 💀💀 THEY HEARD EVERYTHING

"😳☺️🤭😏" u can choose which ADA member would make which face 💀💀💀

ngl u prob sometimes call them ur children and BRO

ranpo actually annoys u for some candy ngl 💀

u once punched dazai's gut bc yk he'd ask the stupid question like

"if you're our mom, would that make you a milf?"

send him back to the MAFIA trash can he came from 🤩🤩

jk but might write a oneshot about him even tho hes difficult to write 💀

will def do a part 2 of this bc it gives me an excuse to simp for these men 💀

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Ranch

pairing: no outbreak au!joel miller x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: E (18+ only, one brief mention of shower sex, outdoor sex, fingering, slight dirty talk, soft sex, riding, unprotected piv, creampie city limits, your kid sorta catches you but not rly at all and also they’re too young to know anything so we’re all gucci)

wc: 1.3k

a/n: been going through it and needed something soft and familiar to ease my way back into writing. hope you enjoy!

series masterlist | joel masterlist

It was an easy morning on the ranch, the storm clouds that passed over last night, shaking the newly built frame so hard it woke the kids up and had them crawling into your bed. Summer had just begun, bringing life to the scene around him; the birds chirped their morning song, the crickets talked back and forth, the bees buzzed over by the wildflowers.

You had just woken up, your six and two year old children tucked into the middle of the bed still asleep. Slow and carefully, you climbed out from beneath the duvet and stretched your arms out with a yawn. Scratching your head, you walked over to the bathroom to relieve yourself and freshen up before setting out to find your husband.

Joel sat strumming his guitar lazily on the porch swing overlooking the garden when you found him, the sight causing your heart to flutter. The golden, early morning light made him glow like something holy, though the ache in your thighs from the night before—his hips snapping into yours in the shower right before bed—reminded you he was anything but.

“Hey, handsome,” you called softly, not wanting to disturb his peace too much as you walked across the wooden planks of the wrap-around porch he built with his hands. Joel turned his head in your direction and smiled, his eyes soft with adoration as he took in your natural state, your nightgown still on.

“I’m the luckiest man on the face of this earth,” he drawled, now beaming up at you as you stood in front of him, carefully lifting the guitar out of his lap so you could straddle his thighs. Joel’s hands helped slide the hem of your dress up as you got comfortable, crossing your arms behind his neck and leaning in to press a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“Good morning,” you said, pulling back to give him a soft smile.

“Good mornin’ indeed,” he returned, his hands sliding up and down your thighs, squeezing when he reached the top of them. You bit your lip and gave him a cheeky smile as you leaned forward, your lips pressed into soft and slow against his until you got into a rhythm with it. Your hips began to rock just as slow against him, forcing his hands up beneath your dress to palm the globes of your ass with a tight squeeze. “Kids asleep?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed, eyes already fluttering shut from the way your clit was grinding against the length of his slowly hardening cock beneath his pajama pants. “Want you, baby.”

“Yeah?” he asked, almost teasing, almost desperate. You nodded, leaning in to kiss him again. “Take me out, baby.”

You wasted no time in scooting back so that you could pull him out through the opening in the front of his pajamas, his cock jumping at the feeling of your fist wrapped around it. Joel groaned, lifting two of his fingers to his tongue to wet them before lowering it to your clit, rubbing circles into it until you were moaning for him too.

“God, I love you,” he said, shaking his head as he watched you roll your hips to take his fingers deeper while you continued working his cock until a bead of precum dribbled from the tip. “Sit on it, baby. Let me feel it.”

You nodded, just as eager to feel him stretch you open, and shuffled forward, lifting your hips up before slowly sinking down on. Joel shivered at the tight, wet squeeze of your walls, his hands gripping the fabric of your nightgown as it bunched up at your hips, guiding you into a slow rock against him.

“Fuck,” you sighed, letting your eyes close as you found the perfect rhythm to scratch the itch deep inside. Your arms hugged the width of his broad shoulders, holding him close as you moved against him, his feet planted firmly on the ground forcing the swing to remain still. “You were so good with the kids last night,” you breathed into his ear. “Love watching you be a dad.”

“Love watchin’ you be a mom,” he replied, husky and low, his face buried in your neck. “Goddamn, baby. So fuckin’ tight.”

“Even after having your ten pound son,” you said, making him chuckle before cutting him off with a tug to his hair, his laughter turning into a moan as you pulled his head back to draw his eyes to yours. “Love you so much.”

Joel’s brows furrowed with a mixture of pleasure and deep affection, his bowed lips parting in a soft “o” as you moved to plant your feet against the soft cushion of the swing instead of your knees.

“Jesus,” he groaned, his head falling back against the back of the swing. “Baby, I’m so close.”

“Touch me,” you begged, breathy and focused on your pleasure. Joel obliged eagerly, licking the pad of his thumb before lowering it to your clit and rubbing pressured circles into it that had you leaking around him. “Fuck,” you whined, feeling the burn in your thighs fade away as your climax dawned. “Joel—“

“Come on,” he urged, using his free hand to pinch your nipple from over the thin cotton of your nightgown. “Let me have it, baby.”

“W-with me,” you managed, bouncing so hard on his cock you worried the swing might break. “Cum with me.”

Joel nodded, his neck and cheeks turning red as he reached his breaking point at the same time as you. Your walls squeezed him as you came, your mouth falling open in a silent cry as you felt him twitch inside of you, his moans and wrecked expression drawing out your high longer than you were used to.

“God,” you sighed, laughing at the fast pace of your heart as you lowered yourself onto your thighs to give your leg a break. Joel’s heart was pounding just as hard as he pulled you in, letting your face rest in the crook of his neck as he held you close, his hands stroking up and down your spine.

“What did I do to deserve all that?” he asked after a few beats of peaceful silence.

“I told you,” you said, lifting your head to smile at him. “You stayed up with the kids until they weren’t scared anymore.”

“While you got your beauty rest,” he teased, smirking at you.

“Exactly,” you smiled back, reaching a hand up to lightly scratch at his bearded jawline.

“Well, it’s payin’ off,” he said, lifting his eyes up to watch as his fingertips traced the side of your face, the sun casting a soft halo around you as you sat on his lap. “Takin’ my damn breath away lookin’ like this.”

“You should see yourself,” you said.

“Mama?” The sound of your six year old pulled both of your eyes away from each other to look at her as she stood down the porch, her teddy bear tucked under her arm. “I’m hungry.”

“Okay, baby,” you replied, now extra aware of the fact that Joel was still inside you. “Go inside, we’ll be in there in a second.”

“Okay,” she said, turning to stumble back into the house. Once she was gone, you and Joel shared a chuckle before you lifted yourself off of him slowly, the two of you hissing at the loss of contact.

“Duty calls,” you said, straightening out your nightgown before holding your hand out for him. “Come on, superdad.”

“Superdad, huh?” he grinned, tucking himself back into his pajama pants before standing, his right hand holding yours as his left carried his guitar. “I like the sound of that.”

“Oh, I bet you do.”

[c0smoshit]

req since it says theyre open!!! sky fluff and gn reader is preferred!! either reader or sky need to relax bcs yk life is stressful, so they have a bath together and its just rly brain rottingly sweet

Of course!!! I love these lil fluffy Zelda prompts, thanks for the request 🫶🫶

Warm weather ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Sky/gn!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff!! nothing suggestive! // not proofread

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ this reminded me of a Leon fic I wrote a while ago😭

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1.073

Laying down on the sofa with a popsicle in between your teeth you were trying to cool down from the ravishing heat of summer here in Skyloft.

Looking outside you then peeked over the wall clock; 21:15.

He was late, again.

Sighing, you got up, closed the window and became hopeless of the thought that the temperatures were going to cool down. Turning on the floor fan you had begged Link to help you buy, you were about to sit down again until you heard a loud noise by your right.

Stumbling over your feet your eyes met those dirty blonde locks of him, sticking a bit to his forehead from what you assumed was the heat outside.

"Link!"

You squealed as you ran to him, thankfull of the shortness from the living room to the entry hall. Opening your arms to hug him you widened your eyes and stopped dead on your tracks.

"Woah- you look like you fought a Bilocyte on your way home"

He grunted, closing his eyes wearily as you took in his not-so-radiant mien; Messy hair, sweaty skin, reddened cheeks, his back slumping down as he stabilized himself with the handle of the door and those dark circles below his gorgerous sky eyes.

"What happened?"

He stayed silent for a bit and you let him inside the house, watching as he sighed, finally able to take off his gear.

"I'm fine, just tired"

Your eyes didn't soften a bit, painted with a worried look while your hands helped him off his despair. His sword on your hand and his bow on the other you spoke outloud.

"You're having a bath"

"Later, I have to finish up cleaning my bow for tomorrow"

Your iris instinctively searched for the piece of polished wood, taking note of his awful aspect. It's paint was just forgotten under the layer of dirt that was covering most of the drawings and the grip and arrow rest were both messed up too.

"Don't be silly, I'l help you out with that later"

His brows furrowed as if he wanted to open up his mouth to refuse until-

"Now you're coming with me"

And with that, you grabbed his forearm tightly, almost dashing off to the bathroom as you put your hair down.

. . .

"Gotta get my boy cleaned up"

You said huffing as you helped him out of his absolute nasty clothes, all sweaty and messy. Trying to to oogle too much to your very handsome boyfriend you started to squeeze some fresh camomille soap an old lady gifted you the other day at the store, telling you how "calming and soothing you would almost feel your bones soften up from it" it was.

"It smells good what is it?"

You looked at his perked up ears, a sign that he indeed liked the smell. You giggled, talking about that cute old lady who seemed to be pretty happy whenever he saw you with Link, telling you to marry him before anyone else did.

At that last comment he went a bit quiet, almost blushy before you took in your own looks. Messy hair, sweaty skin... Hylia how you hated hot weather sometimes.

Seeing that he was already laying peacefully on the bathtub, the bubbles almost covering his chin you decided to get inside too. Sneaking your way in he wasn't alerted by your presence until he felt your body crash against his own, some water spilling out the tub as he instinctively grabbed you.

"Hello"

Your words were muffled by the bubbles around you, some of them hitting his cheek as you smiled before he answered with his own

"Hi"

Your arms hugged his whole back, his did too, pulling you up with him so you both could get a better posture.

"What have you done today-"

You said, cutting your own words as you removed your arms from him, sitting up straighter as you inspected his face like a mother would with his child.

"-to be so messy, Link?"

His name almost sounded accusatory as you furrowed your brows, now starting to part his blonde locks. Chest pressed into his face before drawing away, you grabbed a small bucket, moving so much even more water was spilled out.

"I was outside, helping out a little girl with her lambs..."

He spoke and was interrumpted by a splash of water directly on his head, shutting his eyes tightly as he let you manage his hair around.

"-that's why I'm so messy"

You sighed out, always helping others, you thought.

The room was filled with silence and often interrumped by soft groans as you massaged his hair, having squeezed a bit of his usual shampoo into your hands beforehand.

You liked- no, loved having such precious moments like this with him; being able to caress the head of your lover into your arms, massage his skin, his hair, his hands, whatever he felt sore for. And of course he loved it too, however, he always felt like he was making you work too hard for him.

More often than he prefered he had to come home like this; late at night and you were already sleeping, eating the cold dinner you had prepared for him too, having to tend his wounds...

He didn't want to think about it right now, having you sprawled out on top of him, taking such great care for him and the feeling of warm water around you was enough for him to forget.

"I wanna be the one you put the ring on, yknow"

He opened his eyes from their slumber, brow quirking in confusion before he saw your softened smile, looking down at him with such adoration he felt as if he was going to melt from all your love.

"Earlier, when I told you about that lady..."

Oh

So that's what you were talking about.

"I don't want anyone else to marry you"

He didn't know why you were acting so lovely with him now and you didn't know either, he just looked too cute.

Splashing more water on his hair you finally finished washing it off, chuckling at his wet puppy appereance with his hair almost blocking his view. He fixed it, looking at you with changed pupils, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you down with him.

Your head was now laying on his chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, his hands drawing circles on your spine, sometimes tracing it with his index up and down slowly.

"I'm not marrying anyone that's not you, y/n"

You smiled and he could feel it on his skin, making him copy you.

"You're the only one that has been through all, with me"

[wooahaes]

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pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader [reader has a uterus!!!]

genre: fluff. convenience store worker au. friends to lovers, kind of!

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: menstruation + mentions of reader bleeding through their pants. reader is not referred to with any pronouns or anything. mingyu being obvious w his affection and reader being over his shit.

daisy's notes: u can tell im rly going through it rn huh

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck--Of all the things that could happen today, a bloodstain on your pants was one of the worst.

Thankfully, you were prepared for one part of this. You had period supplies in your bag, and you'd taken care of that issue easily enough. Yet now you were standing in the bathroom, pissed at yourself for not wearing a shirt long enough to hide the stain, or a jacket that you could tie around your waist until you got home. You'd glanced at your phone, frustrated as you tried to figure out a plan. Mingyu would definitely be fine if you told him you needed to run home and change pants (thank fuck you didn't live super far from the convenience store you both worked in). If you walked just right the stain wouldn't be super obvious from the front, but the back of your pants...

Life sucked. Everything sucked.

All too soon, there was a knock at the door, startling you. Mingyu called out your name, and you shut your eyes, already cursing the world.

You cracked the door open, peering at Mingyu's face... only to realize one little thing first. He was wearing a hoodie. He wasn't supposed to, your boss had a weird thing about it despite keeping the store cold as fuck, but the two of you never blabbed.

"I need your jacket."

He stared at you. "What? No--It's cold in here."

"Mingyu," you lowered your voice. "I need your jacket. Just for, like, thirty minutes, max."

"Why do you--"

You glanced toward the storefront, relieved that it was empty, and turned back to him. "I bled and I need to run home and change pants--"

Already, he was unzipping his jacket to hand it over, mumbling something about why didn't you just say that? He had a sister, he understood accidents like this happened. He watched as you pulled the door open further, tying his jacket around your waist before stepping out. Mingyu leaned against the wall, looking you over for a moment.

He smiled, admiring you with this sappy look in his eyes--which you swore you'd seen him have when seeing a puppy once. "Not how I wanted to give you my jacket, but..."

You rolled your eyes. "Uh-huh." Not this shit again. How many times had Mingyu said things like this...? You weren't sure. You started to make your way to the doors, "I'll be fast. If I run, I should take long--"

"You don't have to rush," Mingyu said. "I can handle things. Just take care of yourself. I'll make up an excuse for you," he pulled the door open for you, lingering just behind you with that same stupid grin on his face. Sometimes you hated how handsome he was. "Just go and come back safely."

You furrowed your brow, staring at him. "... What are you doing?"

"Helping you," he smiled. "If you want to make it up to me... You could buy me dinner."

Is now really the time to play this game? "Stop teasing," you took a step outside, turning back to him. "I'll be back--"

"I'm not!" He called out, following you out. "I'm serious. I like you."

For a moment, your mind went blank. Really? Really? Now, of all times? "Oh my god, Mingyu--" You took a few steps back, "Okay--We'll--We'll talk about that one later. I'll be back in a bit!"

He beamed at you, watching you go with that same stupidly handsome smile on his face, happy as ever to see you. Once you had disappeared down the street, he stepped back inside, completely content in his flirting with you again. To be honest, he always had the idea that one day he'd walk you home after work, and he'd notice you shiver, and he'd offer up his jacket... But this worked, too.

(Just ignore the way his heart stopped when you came back, wearing his jacket, and saying something about how he needed to pick where he wanted dinner from... and that you'd be keeping the jacket until the end of your shift.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao @wonuziex @staranghae @synthetickitsune

[pedroshotwifey]

Bad Idea

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: NO use of Y/N, sex pollen, dubcon but not rly (just putting this here bc of the pollen), piv sex, softdom Frankie, smut, fluff, friends to lovers, Frankie is a fucking sweetheart, oral sex (f receiving), breeding kink if you squint, unsafe sex (wrap it before u tap it, babes), ill add more shit later if I missed something

Summary: While on a mission, you and Frankie find yourselves covered in some kind of pollen and realize that there is no chance you'll be able to resist each other.

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to finish this, I hope it was worth the wait! I'm not really sure what compelled me to make this so fluffy, but it's there, so, like, I hope you people like fluff. Likes, comments, and reposts are extremely appreciated <3 (Also feel I would love to start getting some requests in if anyone's up for it)

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You knew this was a bad idea. 

It always is, accepting any kind of job that Santi offers you. But the asshole knows your weakness. He mentioned Frankie would be there and you were in. Suckered once again. He, and the rest of the group for that matter, seem to be well aware of your infatuation. Except for Frankie, of course. He’s never really seemed to pick up on it. Which, honestly, you’re not sure is a good thing or not. 

You’ve been harboring a massive crush on Frankie since the first time you were introduced. You and Santi–against your better judgment–had been longtime friends when he brought you to a local bar to meet up with some of his other buddies. You had been away on a job for the last year or so, so when he heard you were back in town he jumped at the opportunity. You hadn’t expected much, already knowing Ben and Will meant that you would only be meeting two guys you wouldn’t be familiar with. 

What you really didn’t expect was for one of them to be a devilishly handsome and ridiculously charming bachelor. Frankie had absolutely taken your breath away the first time you laid eyes on him. You two had hit it off immediately, practically separating from the rest of the group as you polished off drinks and told stories from your military days for the remainder of the night. 

Fortunately, you kept in touch through mutuals and occasionally worked together on smaller jobs–thank god for Santi. (But also fuck him.) Unfortunately, nothing ever came of it. Frankie never showed any kind of explicit interest in you, so you never pushed it. You were perfectly content to just be friends if that’s all he was willing to give you. 

That's exactly why it’s such a problem when you find yourself coated head to toe in some kind of powder, right next to Frankie, who received a dusting as well. Your walkie is going off at your hip and you briefly register Tom’s voice coming through the receiver. He is positioned right behind the two of you and got the perfect view of whatever the fuck just happened. One second the two of you were walking, looking for any signs of landmines or traps around the building you are targeting for the mission, and the next your vision was completely compromised by a soft yellow pollen. 

“Fuckkk,” you hear Frankie mutter next to you. You look at him with wide eyes as the powder settles on your skin, eliciting a tingling sensation wherever it touches. The said sensation, however, becomes the least of your problems when you feel the amount of slick that suddenly coats your panties. Your knees buckle and you have to drop your gun to hold your balance, which doesn’t seem to help much as you continue your descent to the forest floor. Frankie’s hand quickly shoots out and steadies you by your elbow but it only makes it worse. 

The feeling of his skin on yours acts as a balm on your quickly overheating flesh and you moan involuntarily at the feeling. He retracts his hand as if you had burned him and the action would have embarrassed you if not for the moan that slips out of Frankie’s lips, as if he had felt the same thing. At least it’s not just you. At the sound, you feel another wave of arousal coat your already-soaked panties, the wetness growing extremely uncomfortable as the fabric starts to stick to your cunt.

“Uh, F-Frankie,” your voice sounds weak as you call for him. You have no idea whether or not he heard you, but you take a guess based on the pained groan that escapes his lips. The sound is like heaven as it reaches your ears. 

Your vision grows slightly blurry as a sudden need to be fucked takes over all of your senses. Without Frankie’s hand to help you up, you let yourself fall the rest of the way so you can lie down on the ground beneath you. You watch as Frankie’s blurred form follows suit with a groan. You start to inch toward his writhing body until you hear Tom’s voice again, this time it sounds much clearer, like the connection is getting better as he gets closer to you. You struggle as you pick up your walkie and press the button. 

“D-don’t come any closer, we're covered in some kind of f-fucking pollen.” You have to take a breath before explaining further. “It’s itchy and it’s everywhere, stay where you’re at.” You don’t bother listening to his panicked response as you tuck the walkie back into the clip on your pants. Your skin feels tight and you can feel your clit starting to throb between your legs. It feels like the smallest amount of friction would grant you an orgasm, and as good as that sounds right now, you would rather not cream your pants in front of your crush.

“Fuck,” Frankie repeats his statement from earlier, his voice strained and raspy. “We need to get out of here.” You nod your agreement and crawl your way toward him, ignoring the way his skin feels so cool against your own as you reach out to help him up. The both of you use each other to get back to your feet. By the time you’re standing, the feeling is less overwhelming than it had been at first, enough so that you’re able to hold your balance this time. You pick up the weapons you had dropped while Frankie comms the rest of the guys to let them know what happened 

You definitely got the most of the blow, as you were the one who had stepped on whatever the fuck that plant was. Frankie had only been a few feet behind you and had been exposed to a good bit, but likely nowhere near what you had been covered in. At least one of you is lucid enough to figure out what to do next. You hear the tail end of the conversation before Frankie signs off of the walkie and bends down next to you. 

“Alright, Hermosa, I’m going to get you out of here, okay?” You hiss as Frankie wraps his arms around your sensitive skin, picking you up bridal style. 

“Fuck, Frankie, it hurts,” you whine and tuck your head into his neck, breathing in his scent. He is shaking slightly and even you can feel the way his skin has started to heat up. “I know, sweetheart, just hold on for me.” You nod into him and close your eyes, only opening them when you feel your body being set down in what you assume is the passenger seat of Frankie’s truck. He leans over you and you have to resist the urge to grab onto him as he buckles you in. 

You close your eyes again and wait until you hear Frankie get into the driver’s seat before you speak.

“I think I saw a motel a few miles from here.” Your throat feels like sandpaper as you struggle to get the words out. “I think I saw it, too.” Frankie’s voice doesn’t sound much better. The entire way to the motel the only thing you can focus on is how your nipples are rubbing painfully against your bra and how fucking bad you want to suck this man’s cock. Your thighs keep clenching and rubbing together and you have to bite down on your lip so as not to moan at the slight pressure. You feel like you’re going to explode. 

“Think you can walk, sweetheart?” You nod at Frankie’s question as he turns the truck off. His voice still sounds pained and you’re not even sure if yours will work at this point. He keeps one arm around you just in case as the two of you walk into the motel. He gets keys for two rooms and you feel a twinge of disappointment. It only lasts a second though, because you can’t think of much else than the fact that everything feels hot and sensitive. 

As soon as Frankie gets the keys, he leads you to the rooms. They're side by side so you won’t be far from him, and the fact that he will be in such close proximity, likely doing exactly what you’ll be doing, is enough to cloud your judgment again. And fuck, now you’re thinking about his cock again. You know it has to be big, there’s no way it isn’t, not for a man like him. Frankie sets one hand on the small of your back and leans over you to unlock your room for you. You gasp to cover your moan as you suddenly feel something else against your back, definitely not his hand this time. 

“You’ll be okay?” Frankie’s concerned tone cuts you out of your spiraling thoughts. You look up into his own lust-blown eyes. He looks fucking wrecked. God, you would get on your knees in the middle of this dirty hallway for him right now if he only asked. “Yeah, you?” You ask when he doesn’t. He nods slowly, and you let your eyes fall to his plush lips before trailing back up to meet his gaze again. He says your name lowly, like a warning, and you lick your lips, ignoring his tone. 

You roll your hips back against his while keeping eye contact, watching Frankie groan as you grind on him. His hands fall to your hips and he begins to guide you against him. “W-why don’t you come inside?” You ask him breathily. “Are you sure that's what you want?” He steadies your hips and brings his face down so he can whisper in your ear. “If you let me in there, I’m not letting you leave until I’ve properly taken you apart.” You shiver at both the way his words elicit another gush of slick from your cunt and at the way his tone turns dark so quickly, letting you know he means it. 

Instead of answering him, you turn on your heel and crush your lips to his, your hands going up to wrap around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair, knocking his hat to the ground. Frankie moans deeply and grabs onto you as he guides you backward into the room. His tongue finds its way into your mouth as he slams you against the door once it's closed, both of you grinding against each other like desperate teenagers. He only breaks apart once he hears you whine in pure desperation. 

He steps back and takes in your disheveled appearance, his hand flying to the front of his pants to rid himself of his belt. “Strip, get on the bed.” You don’t need to be told twice. You practically rip your clothes off as you stumble through the room. Each article removed feels like a relief, allowing the cool air to kiss your skin, sticky with sweat. Frankie does the same, both of you completely naked by the time you reach the bed. The sight of his cock hanging flushed and heavy between his molded thighs makes your mouth water.  

He quickly climbs on top of you and you both moan at the way your flesh brushes together, temporarily soothing the burning sensation. Frankie wastes no time in lowering himself to a position easiest to lick into your aching cunt. 

The first stroke of his tongue makes you scream out and you bring your hand up to cover your mouth. He immediately starts eating you out like a starved man, licking and sucking and fucking you with his tongue like there’s no tomorrow. You throw your head back as your free hand buries itself in Frankie’s hair. He groans when you tug on the strands and you swear you can feel the vibrations run up your spine. 

You feel the knot in your stomach growing embarrassingly fast, your entire body tensing as you reach the edge. 

“F-fuck, Frankie, fuck-” you unsucessfully attempt to get a sentence out. “God, don’t stop, please, god!” You feel him smirk as he continues his assault, before taking your clit into his mouth and sucking hard. 

You think you scream as you climax, but you can’t be sure. There is nothing you can feel, see, or hear other than the orgasm Frankie is currently riding you through. It’s the most intense thing you have ever felt, and you don't know if it's because of the pollen or because it’s Frankie. Probably a good bit of both. 

He continues to eagerly lap up your release until you pull him away when the overstimulation starts to become too much. Hand still in his hair, you guide him up your body until you can look above you and into his eyes. Your heavy breathing catches in your throat when you see the sticky liquid dripping down the lower half of his face. 

“Oh my god…” you trail off as his smile widens, his tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip. “Look so fuckin’ beautiful when you squirt, Hermosa.” He brings his lips down to yours in a bruising kiss and you sigh as you taste your release on him. Needless to say, you get over your embarrassment pretty quickly. 

Despite your orgasm, your skin seems to burn even more than before, and your clit seems to throb out of control. All it takes is one look to know that Frankie feels the same way. His eyes are filled to the brim with tears getting ready to overflow and you have no doubt that your expression matches his own.

Before either one of you gets a chance to say anything, Frankie surges forward and encases your lips in his own. He kisses you sloppily as he pushes you back even deeper into the mattress. 

“Gonna f-fuck you now, Hermosa,”  he says, his voice bordering a whine. “Need to feel this soft fucking pussy.” You whine in a way you hope signals your agreement, your arms wrapping underneath Frankie’s to let your fingers claw at his back. “Just f-fucking hurry,” you manage to squeak, your skin burning as you grasp at him.

He listens, immediately scrambling to grasp his weeping cock and guide it to your sopping entrance while keeping one forearm settled next to your head for stability. There is almost no resistance as he slips in, bottoming out in one frantic thrust. The two of you moan in unison, capturing each other's desperate noises. 

Frankie wastes no time in setting a hurried pace. The force of his thrusts makes the headboard of the bed slam against the wall but you can’t find it in you to care. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he immediately starts to hit something heavenly within you. The pressure is already building up in your abdomen.

You open your mouth to scream but you find that the punch of his thrusts are restricting your ability to make any kind of sound. Your eyes close as your second orgasm sneaks up on you. With two more frenzied thrusts from Frankie, you’re coming undone around his thick cock. 

Frankie hisses as you squeeze around him, the added sensitivity from the pollen enhancing every small stimulant. 

“God, not gonna last long in this s-sweet cunt, pretty girl.” Frankie’s voice is pitched an octave higher than usual as he tries to stave off his own orgasm–damn well bordering a whine. You can feel how close he is by the way his dick pulses with need and by the way he clings tighter tighter to the bedsheets beside your head. 

“Go ahead, Frankie, need you to come inside me.” He practically whimpers at the request but shakes his head to juxtapose the noise. 

“N-no baby, give me o-one more first.” He’s shaking with the amount of effort he’s exerting to hold off. Almost as if your body is listening to his demands before you can process, you find yourself arching your back as you spasm around his cock once again. It takes you by surprise–you didn’t even realize you were that close. 

Completely fucked out, you let Frankie use your body to chase his own end. “Come on baby, mark me, come inside,” you slur your permission for a second time. He lets out a guttural groan as he lowers his head to nuzzle into your neck. His strokes get deeper with the lower position and you wince from the overstimulation, though you want more at the same time. 

“Yeah, Hermosa, that’s what you want, huh? Let me come inside this pretty pussy, let everyone know who you belong to now? Let everyone know that you’re fucking ruined for any other man?” His pace gets more frantic as his own words spur him on. You whine at the thought of the people knowing that Frankie fucked you, laid his claim on you, made you his. 

“Yes, Frankie, God please,” you keen into his ear as you bring one of your hands down to tangle your fingers into his curls, bringing him closer into your neck. “I’m yours, all yours, take what you want, baby.” 

Your words push Frankie off the edge and his teeth lock onto your neck while he comes to a stop deep inside you. You pull him closer still, encouraging him to leave his mark. As his seed floods into your cunt, it feels like you jumped into a pool of cool water. Your entire body relaxes further and by the way Frankie settles his weight onto you, you figure he feels the same way. 

After his dick stills and softens inside you, the two of you lay there for a moment. You run your fingers through Frankies messed hair while he licks over the mark he made on your throat. It feels like the most natural thing, laying there with him tangled in your arms, his head on your chest, both of you on the verge of sleep. You’re about to drift off when Frankie interrupts the silence in a gentle tone. 

“Been wanting to do that for so long, pretty girl,” he says quietly, his voice filled with sleep. Your eyes open and are immediately filled with tears. 

Frankie must sense the way you tense up because he quickly lifts up to look at you. You can see the panic that blooms in his eyes as he meets yours. Before he is able to say anything, though, you surge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting your lips onto his.

You feel a few tears drop from your closed eyes, but you ignore them as you continue to kiss him and push until he’s forced to lay on his back, pulling you with him. When you finally separate, you stare into eachothers eyes, both of you with lopsided, love-drunk smiles. 

“Me too. I’ve wanted you for so long, Fish, you have no idea.” 

“You’re right,” He huffs a laugh as he says it. “I had no idea, I never thought you could feel that way about me. You’re so fucking perfect and I don’t deserve any part of you. I'm just…” he trails off and looks down for a second before meeting your gaze again.

You give him a slightly confused look as you answer him. “I thought I was being so obvious,” you laugh quietly in return. “I’m nowhere near perfect, sweet boy. Even if I was, you deserve anything you could ever want. I want you, Frankie. Do I deserve you?”

He doesn’t miss a beat before he has you pulled into his chest. “Of course, angel, you deserve everything, I’ll give you anything.” 

You’re crying again and you wipe away your tears before saying what you need to say. “I love you, Frankie.” You look into his eyes to see that he is tearing up as well.

“I love you too, my perfect girl,” he says softly as he pulls you into a hug and rocks you, his one of his hands on the back of your head, tucking you into his chest. You close your eyes and breath in his scent, knowing that this is where you belong. 

pt. 2??

[fuckingstrange]

hiii :DD i have a small fanfic idea i was hoping u could write 👀 ?

hotch x non-bau!male!reader in which hotch has a case and the victims seem similar to Reader, loke either personality or looks?

for the whole case Aaron is just stressed out and worried even though Reader is in a completely different state than the case/unsub. so he's extremely relieved when they finally catch him.

then when hotch finally gets back home, hes extra affectionate with Reader and just sort of clings on to him for a while yk.

sorry if this is too specific or something, but I'd just rly like ur writing and this idea has been stuck in my head for a while 😓

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Treat(ing) him right

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WARNINGS: Talk of a case, no violence, poor baby Hotch, pain mentions (neck, legs), sex joke made by author, sweetheart hotchner, kissing, undressing each other (non-sexual), cuddling, implied nonverbal Hotch

WORDS: 760+

PAIRING: Aaron Hotchner x m!reader

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a/n - Ty for the request and sorry it took so long !!

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Hotch is currently driving home late at night after a two-week long case, each mile he makes him feel like more weight is being put on him. This case hurt more than it should, though Rossi keeps trying to reassure him that his worry and pain is reasonable.

One of the victims looked like you. Nearly identical. They even had the same personality you showcase. While he knew that you were simply back at home and in an entirely different state away from all of this, he still couldn't help but be scared for your safety, the worry and anxiety eating at him every night that he decided he should let you sleep instead of call you.

This case fucked him up, over, backwards, might have as well even bent him over, with how stressed he got. He's left with countless mental and physical pain, such as a painful kink in his neck from how long he spent up late at night, looking over the same files over and over in hopes of catching the guy sooner. The leg pain he feels was so bad, it was visible, even when he tried to hide the pain. The team was surprised he could still stand after running nearly four blocks at full sprint to catch the Unsub after he ran.

Hotch makes it home after a grueling 10 mile drive from the airport, slinging his go-bag over his shoulders and making it inside. He's quick to get over to the door, but slow as he opens it and enters, grabbing the bag and carefully setting it down as he locks the door behind him. He stands there for a few minutes, looking around the empty home. He nearly grabs his gun, but then you walk out from the bathroom.

Your eyes light up as you exit the restroom to find Hotch back home, making your way over to him in a quick manner, leaning up to kiss his cheek while saying “Hey, handsome.” He responds with a soft kiss on the mouth, leaning back for a second before deciding to give into his needs and pull you into a hug. He's not big on hugging, so this surprises you a bit, but you're aware of how fucking awful those cases can get. You wrap your arms around him in return, feeling his head slip down to hide his face in the crook of your neck. You smile and give him a light squeeze, hand absent mindedly running up and down his back as you ask “How was the case?”

Hotch doesn't respond for a couple minutes before mumbling “dreadful” in response. You frown, moving a hand to the back of his head to guide him to lift it so you can look at him. He lets you guide him up, gazing down at you in silence despite knowing you want a further explanation. He decides to lightly shake his head, trying to communicate that he doesn't feel like talking about it, or talking in general, at the moment. While this bothers you, you don't force him. Instead, you offer to help him get dressed for bed because of how late it is.

He takes you up on the silent offer with zero hesitation, giving a silent nod and letting you pull back from the hug so you can make your way to the bedroom with him. Hotch keeps a gentle hold on your hand the entire way, not wanting to stray far.

You pull him into the bedroom, turning to face him and pulling him closer by the sides of his suit jacket, which you then slip off his shoulders and toss it onto the desk chair not far away. Hotch leans in to press his lips against yours as you undo his shirt, his arms coming up to lazily rest on your shoulders. You smile into the kiss, loving how affectionate and clingy can be after being gone for so long. He might hate that quality about himself, but it might as well he your favorite.

You strip him down to his boxers and undershirt before letting him do the same to you, noticing the way he leads you off into bed as quickly as possible. He always does that when he wants to hold you, and who are you to deny him?

You each slip under the covers, now a mess of tangled limbs and occasionally giving each other kisses wherever you can. It's about an hour or two before he nuzzles his head into your chest, indicating he's tired. Your hand comes up to play with the hair on the back of his head, making soothing stroking motions to the short black strands to lull him off to sleep. You stay awake for a few more hours, simply to admire him, pressing small, feather-light kisses wherever you can. You swear you'll marry him one day.

[cqthqrtic]

even when you lose your happy glow.

dazai osamu x reader.

content warnings: smut, very mild angst, comfort, fingering, cock warming (do not cockwarm while falling asleep pls n ty), suicide pacts, suicide and depression talks, dazai and reader are not mentally well.

word count: 1583.

a/n: hi i’m sorry for deleting the original! i was rly dissatisfied with the original so i wanted to republish it after tweaking it. i hope u all enjoy! i think i’ve done what i could to properly express my thoughts and feelings. inspired by the song velvet by kurosuke!

You hear him before you see him. The door hinges screech as Dazai opens the door. Light from the living room pours into your dark room from the small opening of the door. You don’t react, choosing to continue your very important task of staring at the bleak darkness. You hear the shuffling of his clothes and the clink of his belt buckle dropping to the ground. You hope he removes some of his bandages as well; cuddling with Dazai is always best when he’s completely naked. His skin is freezing in the way the best pillow is cold. You turn around when you feel the mattress dip from his weight.

Dazai sinks below the blanket and scoots next to you, greeting you with soft kisses on your jawline. “Hey there,” he murmurs against your skin. You turn and shift to face him completely. Your muscles melt when you feel his arms snake around your waist and he grips your thigh. He swings it over his waist all the while giving you a gentle kiss on the chin. Your hands find their way to his hair, carefully pulling at the tufts above the nape of his neck.

“Hi handsome,” you whisper with a tired smile. You lean in to close the small distance between you with a chaste kiss on the lips. He hums against your lips, too tired to close his eyes. His dark eyes deepen in a heavy lidded haze as your lips move from his lips to the tip of his nose.

“How was your day, love?” You ask, voice still reduced to a hushed tone. Dazai sighs.

“The usual; depressing, boring, tiresome, et cetera,” he tells you. He moves his hand to your forehead, sweeping your baby hairs away from your face. “What about yours, pretty? Better than mine, I hope.”

“Mine was slightly miserable, although technically it was fine,” you say. He’s pressing kisses on your collarbones. “Maybe I’m the cause for my own dissatisfaction.” He nips at the side of your neck, returning with a kiss.

“Aren’t we all?” Dazai sighs. You hum as you press your lips against the top of his head. He squeezes your thigh. His eyes drift back up to meet yours.

“Being with you is the best part of my day, you know that?” He mutters, lifting his head back up to be at eye level with you once more. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks.

“You say that to all your lovers?” You ask with a pout. He laughs lowly.

“Just the ones I come back to,” he whispers. You can feel his hands creep up your shirt, cold and gentle against your flesh. He paws at your chest, pinching your nipples. You gasp at the sudden sensation.

“Your hands are so cold, Osamu,” you whine. He smiles and gives you another chaste kiss on the lips.

“Help me warm them up, precious?” Dazai asks.

“Yeah? How d’you want me to help you?” You giggle. His hands cascade down your body, making their way to the edges of your shorts. He kisses you, quick to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moan quietly against his lips. You feel the hand on your face drift to the back of your neck, gripping it firmly.

When he separates his lips from yours, a single string of saliva drips from his lips. He licks at it, breaking the connection between you immediately. The hand on your thigh creeps up underneath your shorts, squeezing your ass.

“No underwear?” He mutters breathlessly. You shake your head. Dazai’s tired grin stretches out even more. His hand retracts from your ass, dipping lower to go between your thighs. You tense up ever so slightly but he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think about you all day, every day when I’m at work, you know that?” He whispers. You can feel his breath on your lips. His icy fingertips brush against your sticky folds.

“What do you think about?” You gasp out. Dazai’s fingertips circle your clit, the coldness causing goosebumps on your thighs.

“Hmm kissing you, how you look in that pretty ‘lil dress you got, what I should get you for dinner,” Dazai lists off. His pensive smile sharpens. “Killing myself with you. Being buried next to you.” His fingers dip into your cunt, slowly filling you up and stretching out your walls. You sigh.

“Your fingers are so cold,” you whine. He giggles, apologizing with a flurry of quick kisses to your lips.

“I did say they needed to be warmed up,” he teases. He slowly rocks his fingers, you can hear a soft clicking from under the blanket. His thumb presses on and rubs at your clit.

“My pretty baby,” Dazai coos as you start panting. When he strokes a certain spot deep in your cunt, you cry out his name.

“Fuck,” you hiss out. He hums.

“You’re too cute,” he tells you. “My sweet girl, my precious little thing.”

Dazai’s fingers slip out of your pussy, toying with your clit all while he nips at your bottom lip. You mewl and whine for him. He sighs.

“You have the prettiest eyes, you know that? Always glazing over when I touch your cunt,” he says with a tired smile. Dazai carefully pinches your clit, making you gasp sharply. His fingers slide back inside, slowly pumping them in and out. Your stomach grows hot and you squeeze your thighs around his wrist.

“I’m close,” you whimper. The rhythm of his fingers becomes sloppy, going off pace. When his thumb circles your clit, you feel the pressure in your lower stomach snap. Your eyes tear up as your release washes over you. You cry out, your fingers tugging at his hair. You can feel him shiver.

When you come down from your high, he takes his fingers out. In the haze of your post-orgasm bliss, you can feel his half hard cock against your inner thigh. You kiss him, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth.

“Want you inside of me,” you mutter. He hums. He tugs his cock out of his boxers, pressing the tip against your folds. His thumb moves the seat of your shorts out of the way. He slowly thrusts his hips forward, making you feel every inch of his shaft as it fills you to the brim.

He groans in your ear. You can feel the hand on the back of your neck slip down to your lower back, near your hip. Both of his hands position themselves onto your back, positioning the two of you into a tight embrace. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck. He smells of sweat, pine scented deodorant, and the sea.

“Can we stay like this?” He asks you. You nod. You hear him yawn and you feel him tug at the ends of your hair. His lips press against your forehead. They’re perpetually cold. One of your hands drapes over his waist, tracing the raised scar tissue carved into the thin flesh of his back.

“I love you,” you mutter. He hums.

“I love you too, precious,” Dazai replies. His voice is low and raspy. “As long as I can come home to you and die with you, I won’t ask for more.”

“Let’s skip work tomorrow and plan our funeral,” you tell him. He giggles.

“Let’s do it over brunch. A new place opened up nearby,” he mutters. You groan quietly in response.

“Don’t die with anyone else, (Y/N),” Dazai says. His voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re the only one I want to be with in my final moments,” you reply, yawning mid sentence. He smiles. He starts to hum an old show tune from your childhood. His voice is low and he misses many of the notes.

“Why do you wish to die, (Y/N)?” He asks. You sigh deeply, taking time to organize your fuzzy thoughts. Your finger traces a particularly nasty scar on Dazai’s back. It’s long and jagged. He’s never told you the story behind this one.

“Because I’m miserable, I guess. I can’t quite see the joy or purpose in life,” you tell him. He chuckles humorlessly.

“The meaning of life eludes you as well,” he muses. “No wonder we work so well together.” You give him half of a laugh.

“Life is so tiring, isn’t it? We suffer so needlessly because of things beyond our individual control. Humans suffer so needlessly,” you whisper. He doesn’t say anything. You continue. “I’m convinced that hell is other people. I’m miserable at work. I was miserable in college, in school, in my every day life. When does this needless suffering end? When does it all end?”

“When we die,” he says quietly. You can feel his hand slowly run up and down your back.

“That’s troublesome,” you sigh. He grips you tighter.

“It’s part of the needless suffering, I think,” he mutters sleepily. His voice grows raspier.

“Does suffering with me make it any easier?” You ask him. He yawns.

“Yes,” he says. “You make it so much easier.” Your fingers find a scar from a bullet wound right above his hip. For a brief moment, you wonder how it must have felt.

“I’m glad,” you murmur. You don’t say anything more, allowing sleep to swallow you whole. Dazai follows your lead, drifting off and basking in the warmth radiating from your skin.

[knyontop]

heyo! I was wondering how the creepypastas would comfort a child reader? if u havent done it already!

(Also, u've gained a new anon :D)

-🌸 anon

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OMG YAYAYAY I LOVE MY ANONS :33

Creepypasta x child!reader.

Ft: Masky, Jane the killer, and our amazing, handsome, beautiful, reader.

Masky:

・masky isn’t the best comforter but he also isn’t the worst.

・Idrk if i can say THIS guy would be a good comforter..

・but when he sees its rly affecting you he’ll try to help you, your just a kid you shouldn’t be here.

・(i dont know what to put bc you didn’t specify what they were comforting reader for<\33)

・He will give you some fatherly rough pats on the back.

・5/10 bc he is kinda mean about it😞

Jane:

・(I COULD BE A GOOD MOTHERRRR..)

・the best comforter omggg.

・shes literally so patient with you and so comforting.

・her tone her voice her everything is just UGHHHHH☹️☹️

・she tries to make other people in the mansion she TRUSTS feel better from being in this hell.

・she does have trust issues (jeffs fault) so it might be a little bit for her to be comfortable with you venting to her, but your a kid so she will trust you more easily :3

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IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT I JUST DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO☹️☹️

[rawmeknockout]

i hate getaway with a passion. but i KNOW that dick is GOOD. there has to be a reason why he was one of the hottest mechs aboard (according to jro anyway) sooo uh. reader rly enjoying that nasty spike?

It’s hard doing clerical work all day. It’s a cushy job most of the time, the benefits are good enough, and your skill set is perfect for it. But the mechs are the most infuriating, frustrating, unpredictable part of it. The part that you can’t just push off until later or snap at. You would rather take your chances back sassing Ultra Magnus than any of the volatile mecha onboard the Lost Light.

The worst of them all: Getaway.

You can’t really put your digit on why he’s the worst. He’s charming and funny most of the time, he proclaims to hold Autobot values very close, and he’s well-liked. But in your experience, he can also be passive-aggressive and pushy. It’s not that he strong-arms you into anything, but… You’ve certainly learned he won’t take no for an answer. Even though you try to be as friendly and accommodating as possible, sometimes you just don’t have the solution crew members are looking for. No matter how many appeals they file.

You get the feeling Getaway thinks he can charm his way into anything if he tries hard enough. Maybe he thinks other mechs’ minds are just a lock that needs particular picking. Maybe he’s just not used to being told no. Either way, you don’t know how you gave him the impression you would want to sleep with him, but when he offers to bend you over your own desk for a hard frag…

It’s hard to say no when you’re forced to watch the most handsome mechs you’ve ever seen walk around the ship like their frames aren’t optic candy. So many handsome mechs and you’re so sure that your (unofficial) position as Magnus’ assistant makes all of them off limits. One bad decision in your tenure can’t be firing worthy.

Getaway’s thrusts shudder and jolt the precious silly novelty items on your desk, scattering your neat stack of datapads. If you had taken a moment to think through your decision, you would’ve put all your items away into your desk. That stupid Rodimus-shaped rubber duck (a present from the mech himself) topples to the floor with a mournful quack. You catch the barely stifled chuckle from Getaway, but you don’t think it’s very funny. You like that duck.

Offlining your optics, you focus on his spike inside you. It’s an agonizingly perfect fit, fucking into that soft spot inside your valve that’s somehow so difficult to find with digits alone. You meant to buy a false spike ages ago, but it slips your processor every time. It doesn’t help that your habsuite is smack dab in the middle of the hotspot for battles whenever there’s rogue Decepticons, or sparkeaters, or evil sentient plants that come out of a rift in reality that Brainstorm created. Using Getaway’s spike would be a much nicer, cheaper replacement for relief. Assuming he doesn’t make you buy him a drink first. Swerve’s prices haven’t gotten any cheaper.

Even though he’s clearly just as cocky about how he fucks as he is at his most renowned skill, Getaway certainly has a reason to be. Two of his slender digits press firm circles into your anterior node, completely neglecting your dripping spike, as he fills your valve. You’re entirely focused on humping his circling digits, the added pressure of having him inside you just pushes you closer to overload. His thrusts deep and rapid. It’s difficult to voice it, in fact you would rather die than say it, but you want him to keep fucking you through your overload. Into however many subsequent overloads he would deign to give you, toppling through them like dominos. The bite of your own desk against your hip plates, your servos clutching desperately at the edges, knowing a mech could walk in and see you, it’s a euphoria you want to clutch onto. You want Getaway to wear you down with the pleasure, use your valve until his transfluid drips down your thigh plating.

Clerical work is so thankless, all you want is one good night cycle to get you through it.

[deantfwinchester]

Fresh Start 1/?

Pairing: Pre-Outbreak!Joel x Neighbor!Reader

Summary: When you move to Austin after finishing grad school, all on your own, you find a small house for rent next door to a handsome contractor and his teenage daughter. He gives you a hand moving in, but it turns out he could use more help than he knows.

A/N: Lol more Looking After Joel content (like anyone’s surprised)

Idk if we can rly call this pre-outbreak or no outbreak, but the sentiment still stands! In my head it’s f!reader, and it’s 2nd person, but no use of Y/N. Probably the first of a few parts that feel like one-shots.

My Joel Miller Fluff crusade continues!

You moved to Austin after finishing graduate school, despite not knowing anyone in the city. You’d been offered a job you couldn’t turn down, and needed a fresh start anyway. When you arrived in Austin and began exploring, you happened upon a cozy little neighborhood with a small house for rent. You were honestly sick of the motel you’d been in for a couple of weeks while looking for a place, so you went for it.

Within a week, you’d moved everything you had into the little house, which admittedly wasn’t much. You had a few things leftover from previous places, but you were serious about wanting a fresh start, including getting rid of your hand-me-down furniture. You went shopping and bought a new bookcase, bedroom set, and coffee table, all on your own. While the furniture store staff helped you load the miscellaneous boxes of parts into your car, you got home and began struggling to pull them out and lug them into your new home. You began wiggling one particularly large, heavy box taller than yourself out of the car. When you began to lose your grip on the box and it started tipping your direction, you heard a gruff voice accompanied by rapid footsteps across the grass behind you.

“Woah, hey! Hold on a second!”

You grappled with the box, and turned your head toward the sounds to find your neighbor rushing towards you. You’d seen he and his daughter a couple of times that week walking in and out of the house next to your own, but hadn’t gotten the chance to greet them yet.

When he reached your side, he reached above your head and grabbed the box towering over you with one hand, steadying it on his own. As you turned around to thank him, your breath caught in your throat.

He was much closer to you than you were expected - he kind of had to be to keep the box from falling on you as you struggled - and he looked down at you with the deepest brown eyes you’d ever seen, and smiled slightly. He’d seemed like a nice looking guy from afar, but you hadn’t given it much thought. Up close, you could see he was incredibly handsome in a gruff, effortless sort of way. His dark hair was closely cropped, with just enough length to show its slight wave, and his beard was fairly short, and patchy along his jaw. His heathered t-shirt stretched across his shoulders which were broad enough to eclipse yours entirely as his hand rested against the box. Before you could gather any words to thank him, he cleared his throat and spoke again.

“Sorry. Looked like you needed a hand” he said, moving around to grab the box from the side. “I’m Joel,” he added. You introduced yourself and thanked him for his help.

“I really appreciate it. Not sure why I tried that on my own,” you said.

“That’s alright. It’s aspirational,” he replied, smirking up at you from where he’d bent to grab the box. You chuckled back at him and nodded.

“Can I help get the rest of these in for you?” he offered.

“That’d be great actually, thank you,” you said as you moved to grab the other side of the tall box.

“Naw, don’t worry about it, I got this one,” he said, lifting the giant box with relative ease. Your eyes widened as he did so, watching the muscles in his forearms flex in the process. You’re afraid he’s caught you nearly gawking when you see him smiling back at you “try to grab one that’s shorter than you this time” he snarks. You grab another one of the boxes from the tailgate, and lead Joel into the house.

On the way in, the two of you chat briefly about your move into the neighborhood. Joel mentions his daughter, who you’d seen outside before, and you tell him him you’re looking forward to meeting her. He asks if you’re new in town as you breach the threshold, and you begin to tell him about your move to Austin.

As you both place the boxes down, Joel takes note of the scattered boxes you’d already brought in. He raises an eyebrow and puts both hands on his hips, looking around.

“Looks like you got a lot to put together here. Might take you a while on your own,” he says.

You’re not quite sure where he’s going with this when he interrupts “c’mon, let’s grab the rest and bring ‘em in.”

In just a couple more trips, you and Joel have lugged in the last of the furniture boxes, and as you begin an attempt to sort them into piles, Joel speaks up.

“You ever done the assembly on one of these before? Can be kinda tricky. And sometimes kinda stupid, actually,” he grinned. “I’d be happy to help you get ‘em together. Be a lot quicker that way.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’ve helped me plenty already, I can’t ask you for that,” you replied.

“Well, you’re not asking for anything, I’m offerin’. C’mon, I��m a contractor, so this is child’s play for me. Like a little puzzle,” he says, smiling at you.

You blush a little under his gaze, but huff in relief. “Fine, you can help me put these together. Mostly because I’m just now realizing i forgot to get… tools” you say, grimacing as you say it aloud.

Joel bellows out a laugh, and heads for the door, “that’s alright, sweetheart, I’ll grab mine, be back before ya know it.”

“Thank you. Wait? What about your daughter, don’t you need to be getting home?” you inquired.

“She’s fourteen, so she’s fine on her own. I usually don’t get lucky enough to be home this early, so she’s used to it,” he said.

You felt guilt creep up your back, and it must have shown on your face, as his expression clicked as you spoke. “Oh, Joel, I can’t interrupt your family time. Really, I can handle this myself.”

“No, no. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, I just mean she wouldn’t mind. But you’re sweet to think of her, so here: I’ll see if she wants to come over with us, if that’s alright? She’ll be excited to meet you.”

You hesitate for a moment, still afraid you’re imposing, but you really could use the help. Alone this could take days. “Yeah, of course, bring her over! I’m excited to meet her too. Do you think she’s eaten? I can order some pizza?”

Joel smiles at you again and chuckles a bit before walking out to head toward his own home. “You definitely don’t have to do that, darlin’, but I’m sure she’d love it.”

Joel came back a few minutes later with a toolbox in his hand and Sarah walking in beside him. The two of you instantly hit it off, and Joel seemed satisfied, getting started on one of the boxes while you ordered the pizza. You and Sarah actually tried working on a different box together, but by the time y’all had made it through the cardboard and packing foam, Joel had finished 90% of the nightstand, and was looking smugly at the two of you when he and Sarah began teasing one another. You looked on, giggling at their banter, heart warmed by the closeness they shared. You were distracted watching Joel when Sarah grabbed the instructions for the box the two of you were tackling, and urged you forward, apparently some kind of race was afoot, and you two were already lightyears behind.

You spent the next four hours chatting and building with Joel and Sarah. On more than one occasion, you two made some funny mistakes on your pieces, and Joel won by a landslide. The sun went down outside, and suddenly most of the furniture was put together, and Sarah seemed to be flagging. You and Joel started moving the pieces into place, and then he looked down at Sarah sitting among the cardboard wreckage.

“Alright, babygirl, it’s after nine. You got school in the mornin’, let’s head home,” Joel said, coaxing her up.

“Oh my god, I had no idea it was so late! I didn’t mean to keep y’all this long, I’m so sorry!” you said, face warming in guilt at the recognition.

Joel told Sarah to head home, and said he’d be following shortly. Sarah smiled at you and waved goodbye, letting you know she’d had fun. You told her the same and waved goodbye back.

“You’ve got nothin’ to apologize for, darlin’. We were happy to help, and I’m always around. Let me know if you ever need a hand, yeah? I’d rather not find you beneath a giant box again, if I can help it,” he smirked at you.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I seriously can’t thank you enough for your help today. Definitely would’ve taken me into next week to handle on my own,” you said, once again blushing at his smirk. You hoped it wasn’t too obvious, but his face told you yours was betraying you plenty.

“Well, I’m sure glad you didn’t have to,” he looked down, and then began to chew a bit on the inside of his cheek before speaking again. “Would you wanna come over for dinner one day next week? I don’t always know what my schedule will look like, but we’d love to have you. I think Sarah would be real happy to see you again too.”

“I’d love to, Joel. I’ll be happy to see her again as well,” you responded, smiling warmly at him. You’d really enjoyed their company tonight, and hoped it was clear in your eyes as you looked at him. Joel smiled back at you, and put his hands in his pockets, when suddenly, a yawn overtook his features. His eyes went wide and he covered his mouth quickly, obviously a bit embarrassed.

You chuckled a bit at his expression, and began ushering him out the door “Alright, you’re clearly exhausted, time to call it a night. Go make sure that sweet girl gets to bed, then get some sleep yourself, cowboy,” you said, leaning on the doorway and folding your arms in front of you.

Joel chuckled on his way out, clearly stifling another yawn as he turned once again on the porch, “Cowboy? Well this cowboy had a uh, great time tonight.”

“Me too. Goodnight, Joel,” you said sweetly.

“Good night, sweetheart,” Joel said, as he headed off the porch toward his own home.

Once you saw he’d made it inside, you shut the door and looked around at your now-furnished home and decided to leave the cardboard wreckage for the morning. You couldn’t stop smiling, thinking about the time you’d spent with Joel today. You’d certainly picked the right neighborhood.

Part 2

[yuri-cocaine]

ok i finally started dt msq!!! here's some thots about the beginning under the cut (bc i didnt reach the first dungeon yet...)

-the viper quest is rly boring sorry i feel like the danger of the giant monster would've been better if we actually saw it slaughtering more ppl on screen than just hearing them scream off screen and then telling us that it killed so and so here and there.

-erenville is the narrator!!!!!! awaaa....my fav minor npc turned rising star.......!!!!!!!!

-krile is SO CUTE in her new little outfit i want to pick her up

-wuk lamat is mucho kawaii and the saddest cutscene in the whole game is when bakool chud chud stomped on her tacos

-the kozoma'uka day theme sounds like something out of pokemon mystery dungeon so it's my fav field theme so far in the whole game. urqopacha is really good too!!! very chill and also pmd-ish (it's the mystery dungeon flutes)

-i can't believe kaveh is the big rainbow bird helping with the float. thats why he hasnt been on a banner for over a year.

-daruk/yunobo is the silly old hroth hehe :3

-seeing alisaie get excited about finding a water strider is so cute. it's nice to see the twins look at bugs and eat fruits instead of having to work their asses off solving political upheavals. teens should be doing teenly things, such as looking at bugs and eating fruit. like animal crossing.

-wuk lamat's dad a dilf. would.

-krile: i can't imagine building a city on so many hills!!! me: this is sf.........even has the big cable bridge....

-THE INN ROOM IS GORJUS IT'S JUST LIKE THE CABANAS PROMISED AT FYRE FESTIVAL BUT IT'S REAL AND NOT A FEMA TENT

-zoraal ja is so handsome......uwu

-im sorry wuk lamat but i hope koana wins the throne bc i want wuk lamat to be in the scions!!! then we can hang out 5ever. also koana never said he was against wuk lamat's idea of peace. he just wants to improve infrastructure and add new tech into people's daily lives which is very admirable.

-i left off at urqopacha but THE AETHER COMPASS IS STRESSING ME OUT!!! IT KEEPS POINTING ME TO THE OTHER HALF OF THE MAP I CAN'T ACCESS YET.

-i keep shipping yuma with characters who die for maximum angst but erenyuma is super cute i hope this isn't a bad omen

-alpaca! patchoo

[wepwawah]

toge makes me so happy because... thats what MY body looks like!!! hes just like me!!!! fr!!!!! AND hes got people who swoon for him!!!! and it makes me think maybe my body isnt so bad.... so thank u for toge. side note: i desire him carnally

I'M SO HAPPY 🤧🤧🥰🥰🥰

togé is so hot and beautiful and handsome and pretty and awesome and cool and i am rly SO flattered that folks go crazy for this guy LMAO

and i'm so so glad he gives ppl courage and confidence !! togé's body is beautiful and hot and awesome and cool bc OF COURSE ♡♡♡ it helps me when i draw him, too ♡