#i hope you have the move amazing cake filled day

[jelliedoodles]

little cowboy!nanami sketch for the beloved birthday boy @otterlis 💜💜

[talaok]

Hey, I just want to tell you that I like your fanfics so much! and you're truly an amazing writer! Can I please have one shot where the reader asks Pedro to join her on her skin care routine? like it's all so fluffy, and P just keeps looking at her and pecking her lips at the same time. I hope you see this. Thank you so much. We love you, bestie!

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: thank you so incredibly much love <3, im sorry for the wait, this beautiful request truly deserved better, and of course, i love you too babe❤️

Pedro had always liked to watch you, you'd learned that quickly.

He liked to watch you when you were doing your make-up, cursing at your products when they didn't do their job right, he liked admiring you while you chose what to wear, that cute pensive frown always on your forehead, he liked seeing you put on lotion and bake those amazing cakes you baked, and finally, he liked watching you do your skincare.

He always prolonged his own routine in the bathroom at night just so he could be present for your little ritual of cleansers and serums and creams whose names he couldn't even pronounce, but today, today something had changed, and he'd decided he didn't want to only watch, 

"You want to try?" your lips pulled into a smile as he nodded, his arms around your torso and his head between your shoulder and neck as he hugged you from behind, admiring your face from the mirror

"wanna see what all the fuss is about" he murmured, kissing your neck "What makes my wife abandon me in bed for twenty minutes every night"

You gasped, laughing as you feigned offense

"I have never abandoned you in bed, you're always here with me"

"mhh" he hummed contemplating, inhaling your scent as he tightened his hug "Whatever you say sweetheart" he murmured with that shit-eating grin plastered on his face "now, where do we start?"

He moved to your side, his gaze attentively examining the products filling the counter as if he knew what any of them did.

"first" you started explaining, picking up your oil cleanser and a detergent "we've gotta wash our face"

"I did already"

You glared at him, disappointed at the fact that even after all this time, he still had learned nothing

"it's not washing your face if it's just with water baby, you need a detergent, here" you handed him the white tub and he only opened and closed his mouth as he accepted the product in his hands.

"You're not gonna use this?" he asked, watching as you squeezed some other product in your hand "is this the cheap one?"

"no" you snorted "I just need to use another cleanser before that one cause I'm wearing make up honey"

"oh" he breathed "of course- I knew that"

You both laughed softly at his obvious lie as he squeezed an ungodly amount of detergent onto his hand just to slap it on his face and started rubbing it in with the same delicacy with which he changed a tire

"baby you're not washing the dishes, you've gotta be gentle" you laughed, watching him open his soapy eyes to look at you

"oh- like... this?" he asked, trying to mimic the gentle massage you were giving your own face

"that's better" you nodded, smiling proudly before taking the residues of your makeup off with a cloth

He rinsed his face and watched you as you did what he'd just done, and finally, finally, you asked him something you had no idea how you'd never asked before

"why do you always look at me?" you said, rinsing the detergent off "I'm not gonna disappear into thin air you know?"

He chuckled, his manly and deep voice bouncing from the bathroom tiles

"Are you?" he asked, taking a step so he was once again, right before you, his fingers moving some hair out of your face and lingering on your cheek

"I look at you, because I don't get to do it enough, because it's all I would spend my days doing" he murmured, droplets of water from your face and his hands falling to the ground as your heart sped up "because you're a work of art sweetheart, and because in everything you do, I see all the reasons I love you"

There it is, the man you married, able to melt you up with just a few words, spoken like they didn't seem picked up off a book, like he wasn't the best man you could have ever wished for, like you didn't love him to goddamn death

You didn't say anything, you never could when he said stuff like that, you only spoke through your eyes, through that invisible bond between you, the words lingering on your tongue

I love you

Before you kissed him, the same feeling, the same message, finding him with it.

"that" you smiled "Is why you're never allowed to make speeches before me ever again" 

God only knew how much you had scolded him for making you look like a fool at your own wedding when he made you and half the guests weep with his vows while yours looked like a child wrote them in comparison.

he chuckled, kissing you again, before you mumbled something about finishing the skincare and he pulled away, a grin from ear to ear on both your faces

he followed all your instructions, first came the exfoliating stuff, then the serum, then the creams,

He watched diligently as you showed him how to execute every step, and then copied you, his hands still moving a bit too roughly on his skin.

the only change he brought to your routine, was the kiss he couldn't help but steal from you after every step he accomplished, a soft and quick one, just because he could, just because he wanted, just because you looked cute as ever, and there was only so much he could do to keep his hands off of you.

And after everything was done, after your skin glowed as you looked at your reflection, his eyes too, focusing only on you as his arms wrapped around you, he decided

"I think I should join you every night"

[jingsyuans]

Hello! My first time sending you a request! (Since I fell in mad love with your writing I couldn't help myself)

But the thought of HSR men eating you out only for you to take initiative and flip them over, moving on top and grinding your cunt against their mouth has me spiraling.

Pussy drunk men gasping for air once you're done.

Thank you and I hope you have an amazing day! Feel free to ignore this if it's not interesting enough, huhu. ❤️

a/n: I added kafka because she is so :)

warnings: pussy eating! no pronouns but very obviously pussy owned reader, read at your discretion.

get your cake & eat it too! ft. jing yuan, gepard, kafka

Jing Yuan would absolutely adore this. He already enjoys eating you out as it is, he’d be the type to eat you without asking anything in return. He does it because he loves it and he loves how good he is at it HAHA and all the sounds you make for him.

There’s nothing better to someone like Jing Yuan than his lover taking their pleasure. He likes to be used :) just the feeling of you squeezing his head with your thighs is lovely, but when you suddenly sit up and force him over? Sitting on his face, all pleasantries and hesitation thrown out the window as you grind into his mouth and use him? Jing Yuan must really be the luckiest man in the world.

He doesn’t hesitate at all, his hands flying up to your thighs and groping the plush skin as he moans into your cunt and licks you up. He can feel his cock throbbing because oh you turn him on — but all he’s focused on right now is being a good seat for you as you reach your high, his hands slowly creeping up to support your lower back so you can lean on him and get as comfortable as you need.

And, haha. He’s making sure to lap you up all through your orgasm. When you finally lift off his face and let him breathe, Jing Yuan is merely pulling you back down onto him. Keeping his tongue away from your sensitive clit but licking into you instead, groaning, looking up at you hot and wanting. You’re not going to stop now, are you?

• • •

Gepard would be overwhelmed. He likes to take his time eating you out, really getting a taste of you. Maybe that’s why you got so impatient, flipping him over and shoving your hips down into his mouth. His eyes widen in surprise and he’s gasping, eyelashes fluttering when you grab his hair and pull. Of course he’s overwhelmed- and very, very turned on. Gepard would do his best to keep your pace, barely even processing how he’s moaning endlessly into your cunt as he sloppily eats you out and your juices smear on his chin and neck.

You’re worried for him- you just couldn’t help yourself, especially when he looked so good underneath you. When you lean your hips up, loosening your grip on his hair with a worried look- ‘was that okay?’ You’re surprised at what you see. Your boyfriend a pretty flushed mess between your thighs, panting for breath, eyes dazed. His large hands come up to your hips as he licks his lips. Savoring the taste.

‘Keep going,’ he urges you, ‘I want you to.’

After a sight like that, how could you ever refuse?

• • •

Kafka is the queen of eating out. THE QUEEN AND KING OF EATING OUT.

She’s teasing. She’s merciless. She’s the worst thing in the world but you just can’t get enough of her and Kafka knows it. Humming against your dripping cunt with a smile as she languidly swirls her tongue around your clit and fills you with her fingers.

You really had no choice but to try and get some semblance of control. And yes, you ultimately surprised her with the move you pulled as you flipped yourself on top of her. You almost got away with it too, nearly got your pussy on her mouth before her hands were on your hips and pushing you upward. Keeping you just inches away as she stares up at you, cocky grin on her lips.

‘Daring little thing, aren’t you? It’s cute that you think you’ve got control.’ She teases. ‘But I guess if you really want it that bad… go on,’ she tilts your hips down a fraction, hot breath fanning against your center. ‘Take it. Just know that I’m letting you.’

[fatphobiabusters]

yall are weird as hell for making weight loss seem impossible to people dying from obesity when thermodynamics says otherwise. energy cannot be created from nowhere. if you are eating less energy than your body needs to move and function, and you are still living, then your body needs to get the energy from somewhere. and guess what the whole purpose for fat is! before you promote laziness and giving up, go back to biology class bae xx

I'm about to fall asleep after a long day of driving. 6+ hours on the road with my German friend who's an international student at my university. We stopped at a fun restaurant in the middle of no where and she got to try gator tail for the first time. We felt the humid sea breeze of the ocean as we laughed and talked over our lunch.

We drove through Tampa and walked along the water at night.

I taught her about American road trip games like "I spy." She laughed until she had tears in her eyes at my pretend southern accent. We ate ice cream and saw such cute candies as we explored.

She celebrated my birthday with me and even made me a reese's peanut butter cake for my birthday! The vanilla pudding she used for the filling and icing was delicious.

Tomorrow we're going to a nice restaurant with my dad to celebrate my birthday. I'll be showing her my hometown, we'll take pictures at the beach in pretty dresses, and she's excited to visit an Italian market that has the type of bread she loves yet can't get at grocery stores here.

We talked about our childhoods and families, ate pasta for dinner at midnight because we didn't get to where we're staying until 11 PM, and we had an amazing day sharing our cultures with each other.

I happened to look on Tumblr before falling asleep after such a fun day and saw this ask. I looked at your profile too.

And all I can think as I lay here excited about the fun day I have planned tomorrow with my friend is that I hope you get a better hobby than trying to harass and oppress a marginalized group on a dying website with your sad blog you use to hurt both yourself and the people around you.

I actually have a life outside of social media, and I hope you get one too.

-Mod Worthy

[dumbificat]

Happy Birthday, Kai !!

☆ - cyno + albedo + zhongli + heizou + tighnari + raiden + shenhe + jing yuan + blade + kafka fluff | wc: 1.8k ♡ - no warnings | gn reader (intended for kai) ♪ - note:: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAI !! im sorry this was posted late ,, i hope you had the amazing day you deserve, beby <33 ★ - taglist -> @thexianzhoujade @ryuryuryuyurboat @dailypenpen @thestarswhisper

CYNO, as i’m sure you know, is a busy man. for that reason, it took many weeks, if not months, to plan out your birthday. he needed it to be perfect after all. so on the morning of march 6th, you awake to an empty bed. rightfully upset, you wander into the main room where you find cyno, a delicious brunch on the table and tcg cards ready to go. your face breaks out into a smile. you knew he wouldn’t let you down. it was early afternoon by the time the brunch and games were finished, though the day was far from over. he takes you out, a lovely stroll through the streets of sumeru. you were headed on up to pardis dhyai, though cyno refused to disclose any details. along the way, he bought you some small trinkets from stalls in the zubayr theatre. you stopped to watch nilou’s dance, which ended in a happy birthday sung to you. finally arriving at your destination you were amazed to find a huge feast, piles of gifts and your close friends waiting. it seems this would be one of your best birthdays yet, topped only by future celebrations planned by the same man.

ALBEDO will have a portrait of you as a gift painted by himself. you look as elegant as ever, holding a bouquets of your favourite flowers as the sun casts a golden glow on you as it sets. when he hands you the painting, you can tell how much effort he put into it - yet he’s apprehensive. all the hours he spent holding that brush and he doesn’t even know if you’ll like it. of course, the tears in your eyes are quick to quell his worries as he embraces you tightly. a small kiss is pressed to your forehead, along with a whispered “happy birthday, my muse.”

ZHONGLI would have quite the experience with birthdays given his age. and of course, being the liyuen archon meant he knew of every desirable spot the region had to offer. the whole day would be planned for accordingly, with meals, walks and resting time accounted for. your day would begin with breakfast in bed, leading onto a walk through the city as you head towards third-round knockout for drinks. with iron tongue tian’s stories floating through the air like a historical melody, you take the time to admire the hustle and bustle of the nearby streets. you’re shocked when the story ends with a “happy birthday!”, zhongli only offering a knowing smile. you then start a short trip down through the harbour, zhongli buying any gifts you want from the stalls before making your way over to wanshu inn. there, you and zhongli have a filling meal with a cake for desert, decorated just for you. moving to your final destination, you see xiao, who offers you a small gift on your way to the roof. there, he hands you a gift, a silver ring with a complementary cor lapis gem sitting in the middle. he slips it onto your finger, then you move to sit in zhongli’s arms as you admire the view of liyue from above. needless to say, you enjoyed every moment of your special day with your special someone.

HEIZOU knows of your bad relationship with your birthday and wants to be the one to change that. he will have spent a lot of his time preparing the perfect day for you, hoping deep down that you’ll enjoy it. with the permission of his superior, and help from his colleagues, he plans a murder mystery, albeit fake, where each clue leads you closer to a surprise party at the end. you played your unsuspecting role perfectly, though you didn’t know it was all an act in the first place. you seemed genuinely upset at the prospect of a murder, and on your birthday no less. that’s where heizou’s intellect comes in. he knew how this could affect you, or anyone really, so he made some of the ‘clues’ outlandish and suspiciously fake. you thankfully caught on, the victim picking your favourite flowers only to be killed with chopsticks stained with your favourite food was… a bit much. regardless, you took the ‘bait’ and solved the murder, being rewarded with a party and gifts from your friends. there wasn’t much more you could have asked for, and it seemed as though your opinion about your birthday changed for the better after all.

TIGHNARI would know the gift he wanted to give you months before your birthday. he wanted to make you a flower. not through the means of paper or crafts. but with science. your own hybrid, a species made just for you. it took time, naturally so. but he finally had it made, just in time for your birthday. it was a cross between mourning flowers and padisarahs, the gorgeous sunset colours of the mourning flowers mixed with the structure of padisarahs made for one of the most pulchritudinous flowers out there. of course, he couldn’t just give you the flower. no, instead he had a whole garden of them, some being in pots as well. he invited you to dinner, then brought you to the garden with hands covering your eyes. to say you were in awe was an understatement. then again, tighnari managed to shock you each and everyday.

RAIDEN would have to ask kujou sara as to what celebrations humans hold for birthdays. after listening to her advice, she decided on a simple date, focused solely on you. your day was spent walking the streets of inazuma, drinking dango milk and having only the best street food (she wanted to cook but… you know how it is). just when you thought the day was over, she brought you to a cliffs edge, one with a stunning view of inazuma. there was a small picnic prepared, sweet treats that she managed to decorate herself. a short while - and many snacks - later, there was a sudden bang interrupting the serene silence. with a furrowed brow, you looked around hastily to find the source of the sound. it was only when raiden wrapped her arm around you, guiding your face to the sky in front of you that you realised what it was. fireworks. gorgeous colours and patterns filled the sky, an ode to you on your birthday. your head fell to her shoulder as you admired the sight just for you. they slowly came to a stop, but your head remained. raiden’s arm tightened around you as she confessed sacred truths and vows of love to you, drawing your special day to a close.

SHENHE would not be used to human traditions, so she would seek out the guidance of her master and ganyu . the three of them together would plan a small celebration for you, with many gifts made in advance. perhaps the best gift they had for you was a small mechanical device, made with the purpose of star gazing. the idea was shenhe’s, but it couldn’t have been made without xianyun’s help. when march 6th finally rolled round, she was ready. the two of you shared a lovely day together, sharing drinks and meals - she indulged in you and for once had liyuen dishes - and visiting friends along the way. when the time came, she gifted you the device. at first you were confused, but when she explained how it worked, you were elated. you spent the rest of the night stargazing together, while shenhe described constellations for you. a tiny star shot across the inky sky, upon which you wished every birthday would be like this. it was in the early hours of the morning that you finally fell asleep, head resting on shenhe’s shoulder. she promptly carried you home, cuddling up to you before sleeping herself.

JING YUAN - your darling husband - has a practiced plan for your birthday. he wakes you up with your favourite breakfast in bed, leading straight into a near hour long cuddle. if anyone were to witness such an inherent act of intimacy, they would believe you two had become one under the blankets, the tangling of limbs only serving as evidence. dragging you out of bed with a perfected ease, you fall easily into the prepared routine for your birthday. from chess to a picnic, you get a lot done on your day. as you wind down into the evening, there’s a final surprise for you. your favourite cake, topped with candles and sweet decorations. little yanqing was with you both, his smile brighter than the candles when he wished you a “happy birthday!!” as for jing yuan, his regular lazy smile was replaced by something more akin to ‘home’, for that’s what you were to each other. after sharing some of the cake, it was time for bed. though, being his husband, you knew jing yuan wouldn’t let you sleep without more cuddles and sweet confessions of adoration whispered into the night.

BLADE is not one for celebrations, but for you, he makes an exception. he gets permission for a day off, something he rarely sought. he makes simple plans for the two of you, though you couldn’t complain when you were expecting nothing from him. he knew how important birthdays were to humans, but also how you felt about your own. for that reason, he didn’t get anyone else involved, or even brought attention to your day. he home cooked dinner, and you stayed in watching a slew of movies and romcoms, something he’d normally be opposed to. hours passed as you basked in the comforting presence of each other. you thought the night was over, but there was a small surprise blade had for you. he handed you a tiny box, the velvet coarse in your hand. opening it, you find a silver necklace with a little sword pendant, a blade. he clasped it around your neck, the metal cool on your skin before taking you into his arms.

KAFKA would sense that you were stressed even weeks before your birthday. for that reason, she plans a spa day for the two of you. she treated you to the whole thing: massages, manicures and pedicures, facials, the lot. after such a soothing experience, your nerves were calmed. it wasn’t over though as you spent the majority of the day between saunas and steam rooms, as well as a dip in a jacuzzi. to top it all off, kafka ordered only the most luxurious of meals for you, and the sweetest cake they had. you could officially look forward to your birthday from here on out, especially if it would bring such a relaxing experience.

rest assured, these characters will be celebrating your birthday every year.

[via-l0ve]

hello! can you please do a johnny x fem!reader smut? thank you!

Gift - Johnny Cade Smut

A/N: omg my first request! thank you so so so so much! i’m happy to write this for ya! i hope it’s up to par, it’s my first time writing a request so i hope you enjoy!! <3 (also i suck at titles, my apologies haha)

warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving), praise, nicknames, female reader, use of Y/N. might be a little OOC for johnny but i tried! not proofread

It was the end of y/n’s birthday. the day had been filled with celebratory gifts and hugs from the gang. Darry had made her a big cake and made sure that all of the boys made her handmade cards. She spend most of the day with her boyfriend, Johnny, and the gang. Johnny had woken her up that morning to a small gift box wrapped in gold wrappings. y/n opened it and it was a small, dainty necklace with a small ‘J’ pendant.

“i jus’ thought that it would be cool for ya to have a part of me with ya all the time. Shows everyone how tuff i am, huh?” he laughed slightly and pulled you into a kiss.

eventually, after the party festivities, y/n and Johnny went back to y/n’s house. Her parents (who she believed didn’t give a rats ass about her) were gone for her birthday weekend, but she was determined to not let that get to her. she was here with Johnny, the love of her life. how could things get better?

“hey.. y/n?” Johnny broke the comfortable silence between you both. You looked up from your position on the couch, swallowing the chocolate covered strawberry you had been eating.

“what’s up, Johnnycakes?” you asked, smiling at your boyfriend. his raven hair was messy across his forehead but he managed to look as cute as ever.

“I want to make this birthday a good one for ya.” he said, walking over to you.

“awh, baby, you’ve made it amazing already!” you said, smiling at him.

he chuckled quietly, looking down at you as he stood over your frame.

“well.. i got another surprise for ya, Doll.” he smiled.

Without another word, Johnny picked you up, pressing your body against the wall and capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

“let me show you how much i love you, doll. let me take care of you.” he whispered against your lips, his hands running up and down your sides in slow, soothing motions.

“yes please.” you whisper, threading your hands through his hair.

He took you over to the bed, closing the door behind you both and setting you down so you were sitting on the edge. He took off his shirt slowly, letting it fall to the floor with a smile. his hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. His free hand moved down your throat, over your collarbone and down your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze before continuing its journey down your body. He pulled away to breathe momentarily, pressing his forehead against yours.

“you’re so beautiful, baby. so gorgeous.” he whispered, letting his hands roam down to your thighs. they were bare due to the shorts you were wearing, the Tusla heat could be a bitch some days.

he gently squeezed your thigh, his other hand still holding the back of your neck as he moved to sit on his knees in front of you.

“such a pretty girl.” he smiled, running his hand down your chest and resting them both on your waist.

you blushed, tangling a hand in his hair.

“you want me to take this off for you, baby?” he teased, pulling on the hem of your shirt gently.

“Yes please, Johnny.” you smiled down at him, still playing with his hair.

“say it again, sweets?” he teased again, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh. “didn’t hear you too good.” he smiled.

“johnny.. please.” you repeated, pouting a little bit.

he tsked softly, smiling at you and pressing another kiss to your thigh.

“how can i say no to you, doll.” he smiled, reaching up and taking your shirt off, pressing his lips to yours again in a more heated kiss than before, running his hands over your bra and squeezing your tits gently, causing a soft, breathy-moan to fall from your lips. his mouth disconnected from yours, trailing down your neck. his tongue ran over your skin, sucking gently and leaving a hickey in its place.

Johnnys hands moved down to your shorts, undoing the button on them and unzipping them.

“can I take these off, doll?” he asked, his lips hovering on the skin of your chest. You nodded, but he just shook his head.

“words, darling.” he smiled.

“yes, Johnny. take ‘em off.” you whispered, watching him and biting your lip.

“yes ma’am.” he smiled, watching as you lifted your hips and he pulled your shorts off, admiring your near naked body.

“beautiful.” he smiled, letting his hands spread your legs apart a little bit, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. he squeezed the skin there gently, pressing kisses closer to your cunt that was getting wetter by the minute.

“d’ya want me to touch you?” he asked, moving so that he was kneeling inbetween your legs.

“yes.. please touch me.” you whisper, moving your legs so they rested atop his shoulders. he smiled, moving your panties down your legs and staring at your bare pussy.

“so pretty, baby.” he smiled, moving his hand so he separated your folds with his pointer and middle finger, admiring just how wet you had gotten for him.

“mmh.. baby. so wet for me, huh?” he teased, blowing air on your clit, making you inhale sharply.

“johnny i-please..” you whimpered. He knew exactly what you wanted and smiled.

He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, flicking slightly and sucking, moving his mouth so he could lick a stripe up your pussy. a moan ripped from your mouth, accidentally squeezing your thighs around his head.

“taste s’good for me, doll.” he moaned into your pussy, the vibrations traveling through your clit and adding a whole new layer of pleasure. his mouth kept working against your hole, pushing his tongue inside and rubbing his nose against your clit as moans ripped from your throat. he sucked and licked, wanting you to feel as good as he could make you.

“y’feel good, baby?” he asked, parting with your pussy for a moment before diving back in.

“feels so fucking good.” you moaned out, his hands tightening on your thighs. he slipped a finger inside of you, pumping and curling it so he hit your g-spot as he licked and sucked on your clit. loud moans fell from your mouth and your hand tightened in his hair.

“f-faster baby.. please.” you moaned, your back arching slightly as a couple of whimpers fell from your lips.

Johnny did what you asked, moving his tongue faster on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out, curling them inside of you and rubbing against your g-spot.

“cum for me, baby.” he whispered, adding more pressure onto your clit and moving his fingers faster. You were finally pushed to your climax and your pussy clenched and throbbed against his fingers as multiple loud moans left your lips, your back arching and your eyes squeezing shut.

“oh.. baby. you should see yourself. so gorgeous..” he whispered, detaching from your pussy and leaving a couple hickeys on your thighs.

you eventually came down from your high, little moans still leaving your mouth as your eyes met with his again. you could see your slick and cum covering his chin, mouth and nose and a bright blush covered your face. he just chuckled quietly.

“can i fuck you, princess?” he smiled an almost innocent smile as he looked up at you. you nodded quickly, moving back on the bed so that he could get on top of you. He smiled big, moving on top of you.

“take it off, doll.” he said, moving your hands to his belt. You grabbed it, undoing the belt buckle and unzipping his pants, pulling them down and shamelessly staring at the outline of his thick, hard cock through his boxers.

“No matter how many times i see you like this you always shock me with how fucking big you are.” i giggled softly, running a finger over the small wet patch of pre-cum on his boxers.

“lay back, doll.” he groaned softly at your touch, pulling off his boxers and smiling down at you.

He took his dick into his hand, pumping it a couple times and carefully rubbing it over your hole, dragging the tip over your sensitive clit, dragging a soft moan from your mouth. he repositioned himself to be able to push into you.

“you ready, baby? you ready for me?” he whispered, pushing his tip right at my entrance.

“yes please Johnny.. please fuck me.” you moaned quietly, feeling him push inside of you more.

He continues filling you up, his cock stretching your pussy from the mere girth and size. You lowly moaned his name, dragging it out. he whispered some sweet nothings into your ear, pressing kisses to your neck before starting to thrust in and out slowly.

“feel good baby? you like the feel of my cock? huh?” he asked, soft moans and breaths leaving his mouth as he sped up his thrusts, rubbing your clit with his thumb and pushing gently on your lower stomach. All you could do was nod, moans falling from your mouth as he sped up even more.

“mmh~ oh, Johnny.” you moaned, back arching slightly. you could already feel your release coming, his thick cock pushing and hitting exactly where it needed. He hit your g-spot, making a gasp slip from your mouth in a moan. he just smiled, going even faster, hitting the same spot over and over. words of praise left his lips and he moaned into your ear, soft grunts and groans left his mouth as he sped up more.

“oh y/n.. so fuckin’ tight for me.. so wet.” he moaned quietly, continuing to thrust into your pussy.

“i-i’m gonna cum soon baby. where do ya want me?” he asked through moans, speeding up his thrusts and the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

“i-inside.. i-i’m on something.” you moaned, his finger still rubbing your clit.

He sped up even more, adding more pressure to your clit. You could feel the knot in your stomach unwind and a loud moan left your lips, finally reaching your climax.

a loud moan spilled from Johnny’s lips, ropes of cum filling you up to the brim. he pulled out after a moment, shamelessly watching his cum drip from your abused hole.

“what a pretty girl.” he whispered, leaning up to you and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“so good for me baby.” he said, rubbing his fingers over your cheek.

“i love you.” you whispered to him.

“i love you so much, princess,” he smiled at you.

“what do you say we get in a bath? clean up?” he smiled at you, scooping you up in his arms and leading you to your shared bathroom.

[rosehiroto]

Patessiere luxiem(+sonny and alban) x gn reader pls

The hanging out at the back while making sweets 🍮

Hello anon! Thank you for the extremely adorable request! I'm so sorry for taking so much time to do this, I hope you enjoy reading it♡.

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about vtubers based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

Fandom: nijisanji luxiem, noctyx.

Pairing: luxiem + Sonny, Alban x Mc

Category: fluff, men being absolutely wholesome

Love sweeter than cake

Luca Kanashiro

• Luca met Mc during their interview as he owned the shop, it was family business passed down from generation to generation.

• Luca took a liking to them since meeting them on their first day and hired them right away, he'll check up on Mc for the first couple of day to make sure everything is okay and no one is annoying them.

• Definitely loves sneaking in a few of Mc's pastries when no one is looking.

• Luca gets absolutely overjoyed when Mc notices, and brings some pastries to him after work with a cup of tea in the staff room so he can enjoy them.

• Won't allow them to be on work if they're sick or tired, or will have them on cashier duty if they insist on working.

• Gets the courage to ask them out with a small cupcake 'go out with me?' written on it in with yellow frosting.

• Dates with him consist of drinking milk tea while eating pastries at the park after work.

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The sky was baby blue, as clear as ever, with small white fluffy clouds moving through it, it was truly a beautiful day, the best for for a picnic.

Mc was walking hand in hand with Luca towards the park, basket in hand as Luca swung their hands back and forth together, another basket in his hand, as he chuckling slightly at something Mc was telling him about their day.

"It's such a pog day! You pick out the best days" Luca hummed happily enjoying the sun that was warming up his face, Mc chuckled softly and kissed the back of Luca's hand at the compliment.

"Oh you know, it's nothing amazing really, the sun just was nice to us today, now that seems like a nice spot right?" Mc mumbles as they walk towards an empty spot in the park, the grass crunching under their shoes as they walk hand in hand.

"That looks like a good spot" the male aggred setting down the basket in his hand and stretching his arms over his head with a small yawn, Mc taking out the blanket from inside their basket and placing it on the ground, patting Luca's back gently as they sit down the male quickly sitting next to them and laying down to rest his head on their lap grinning widely up at them.

"Well, hi there little lion" Mc chuckled softly pressing a gentle peck to Luca's mouth moving to grab some of the food inside the basket.

"All this sun got me all sleepy now" Luca pouted softly yawning once more, opening his mouth once Mc held a small cookie towards his lips, humming gently at the taste.

"Well, you did sleep late last night" Mc took a bite out of loaf of bread filled with cheese, as Luca whined a bit and moved to lay on his side grabbing a sandwich and starting to eat.

"How can a sandwich taste so good" the male sighed happily munching on the sandwich, Mc patting his head gently, pushing his hair away from his face as they grab a croissant luca made and started eating it.

"Because it's full of love" Mc chuckled softly, Luca staring up at them with a wide grin, taking a big bite out of the sandwich and kicking his feet up in the air.

"Your love tastes very pog" Luca hummed once more, taking hold of Mc's hand and kissing their fingers gently.

The two love birds continued to eat their food together enjoying the nice weather, hearts full of love.

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Shu Yamino

• First time Shu met Mc was on his first day at work, he had just started working at the shop and they were the one showing him around and telling him about his shifts.

• Was absolutely amazed by how nice they were, and will preferably hang out with them on breaks.

• Loves sharing whatever he's eating with mc whether it's something he made, noddles, or simply just something he's drinking, bought Mc a penguin keychain that reminded him of them.

• Will definitely take over Mc's shifts whenever they're tired or sick, might excuse himself from work too to take them home or take care of them if needed.

• Insisted once on taking Mc to his favourite ramen restaurant, and paid for everything they ate, now he takes Mc there on a regular basis, on lunch break too sometimes.

• Asked Mc out after he walked them home from the ramen restaurant, while Mc was opening their door and saying goodbye, he suddenly took hold of their hand and asked them to go out with him in a mess of jumbled words, face extremely red and hands trembling slightly from nervousness.

• He takes Mc out to eat, or go to the arcade and try to beat each other while giggling like kids together.

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Shu was walking next to Mc, pulling his beanie down to cover his head better, his breaths appearing in small puffs in the air, the sky snowing gently.

Mc pulled on Shu's elbow gently, lowering his hands to pull the beanie properly on his head, holding his cold cheeks gently and pinching them gently.

Shu gave Mc a big grin, kissing their palm gently before moving to hold their hand and starting to walk towards their favorite restaurant.

"I'm so hungry" the male whined slightly pushing his hand that was linked with Mc's into his pocket, feeling giddy all of a sudden.

"Me too, I'm definitely gonna order the big bowl of ramen" Mc hummed gently, already tasting the very delicious ramen, shu humming in agreement.

They entered the small restaurant after a few minutes of walking, sitting quickly at their usual table, relaxing immediately at the warm atmosphere of the place, as the chef passes a smile their way and takes their orders.

Shu starting eating immediately when his food arrived, almost burning his tongue with the hot ramen, Mc snickering at him and pinching his palm that was resting on the table the male pouting softly.

"Let's go to my house after this and bake cookies, it's too cold to stay home alone" the male pouted, Mc humming gently while eating their food, it was truly too cold to stay alone and making cookies did sound extremely fun.

"Sure babe, but you better not get my clothes dirty with flour, or so God help me because I will kill you" Mc huffed, Shu giggling and wiggling his eyebrows, making a thoughtful face, nodding his head with a chuckle when Mc raised their eyebrow at him.

"I'll have you know I'm an absolute gentlemen, since every single time I clean your clothes and let you borrow my amazing and more comfortable clothes" Shu tsked pinching Mc's cheek, and stealing half of their egg from their ramen bowl, laughing when Mc pouted at him, giving them his egg to make amends while chuckling.

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Shu and Mc continued to eat their warm meals, their bodies warm and their hearts full, going to Shu's house after dinner and throwing flour at each other, cuddling together after, dirty clothes ordeal forgotten as they warmed each other up full of sweet cookies and love.

Ike Eveland

• Mc and Ike were childhood best friends who lost touch when Ike moved to another city, they met again when Ike once passed by the shop Mc worked at to eat something sweet.

• Both were absolutely overjoyed to see each other again, he waited for Mc until they finished work to walk together and eat out while catching up.

• Since then he visits the shop all the time, working or writing in the great atmosphere of the shop, and walks Mc home after they finish work.

• Will stay home with Mc whenever their sick and take care of them, makes them some food and sweets to help them feel better.

• Takes Mc to their favourite park when they were kids to hang out, enjoy the weather and eat ice cream together while reminiscing about the good past.

• Exchanging books together with Mc was something they did since they were children, so once he slipped a note saying 'would me make me the happiest guy on earth and go out with me?' inside the book and exchanged books with Mc as usual, Mc reads the book and calls him upon finding the note and he simply answers with a soft chuckle and says 'so what do you say? Let me take you out to our favourite restaurant?'.

• Going on dates with Ike was so normal, as they always went out together, so their dates are at home where they watch a movie while eating sweets together or simply being in each other's presence.

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The sound of the doorbell ringing grabbed Ike's attention, the male quickly placing his book down on the coffee table and getting up to open the door.

The sight of Mc mc standing outside brought a wide smile to his lips as he ushered them inside, the same smile on Mc's lips as they got inside a few books in hand as they took their shoes off.

Ike took the books from Mc, placing a gentle kiss to their forehead and walking towards the coffee table to place the books down, Mc walking after him and taking a seat on the couch Ike sitting next to them quickly.

The two started a simple conversation, talking about their day, Ike getting up halfway through to make them tea, Mc trailing behind him like a puppy, talking about their day at work, both of them cuddling after and drinking tea together.

"So, what do you think of the book älskling?" The male asked as he took the book from the coffee table handing it to Mc and curling into their side to watch as they open to the marked pages they liked.

"It was so nice! It's a nice change of pace from the romance one, this one focuses on family and siblings and I really like it, definitely made me cry, you can feel the emotions of the characters through their words and body language and that shows how good the writer is" Mc explained showing him their favorite pages, Ike's lips pursed slightly before turning into a wide grin as he took the book from Mc's hand showing them his favorite pages.

"What about you? Did you like the book I gave you?" Mc asks resting their head against his shoulder as he opens the book Mc gave him trailing his fingers across the cover gently.

"Definitely, I usually don't read horror books, but this one is definitely good, I love how it's a mix of horror and fantasy, it definitely gives a lot of fan service while also keeping you on your toes" Ike rambled opening a few marked pages to show mc, telling them of his favorite character as they discuss their books of the week.

"I wanna read something more exciting this time ikey, fantasy or thriller will definitely be great" Mc explains, when Ike passes them a book from the coffee table, Mc opening it and checking the first page humming in satisfaction before grabbing a book from the table and passing it to him.

"Thank you älskling, fairy tail huh? Looks rather exciting" the male hummed happily flipping through a few pages, kissing Mc's forehead gently taking the book in their hand and placing both books on the coffee table.

"What movie shall we watch today? I'm feeling like watching something funny, what about you?" Ike asked, grabbing the remote from the arm of the couch and turning the TV on, flipping through the movie list to pick one, Mc hums gently against his shoulder, Ike deciding on a movie, grabbing a blanket from next to him on the couch and covering both him and Mc with it as they both watch the movie together, cuddling close.

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Mysta Rias

• Mysta met Mc when they started working at the shop, he was a regular and noticed when a new employee was at the cashier taking his orders.

• Doesn't really react much at first, as it wasn't really any of his business who worked at the shop, but he'll start to enjoy Mc's presence slowly.

• He insists on only eating whatever Mc made after getting closer to them, as it 'doesn't even compare to anyone else's even if he did eat it before', he'll start to visit even more and now knows Mc's working hours and visits then to enjoy their baking.

• Will be slightly upset and worried when he goes to the shop and doesn't find mc at the cashier, will call them to check up on them after getting their number from another employee who was their friend, buys Mc some stuff and goes to visit them after getting premission from them and their address to spend some time with them.

• He doesn't go out to many places, so he prefers to hang out with Mc at the shop after they finish work.

• He gave Mc a note while he was paying for the pastries he bought, which had his confession, and left the shop in a hurry, Mc passes him the note the next day with a 'yes♡' written on it at the bottom under his confession.

• He takes Mc out to an ice cream place, and they just walk around town while eating ice cream and enjoying their time together.

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Mc sighs in relief stretching their hand, their shoulders cracking as the walk out of the staff room already out of their work clothes, Mysta who was practically bored out of his mind, perked up at the sight of Mc.

The male got up to slump himself over Mc with a small whine, Mc patting his back gently and pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Ready to go baby?" Mc asked gently waving goodbye to their coworker as Mysta grabbed his bag from his table waving towards the worker at the cashier and linking his arm with Mc's with a small hum.

"So what does my sweet darling wanna do? Should we just go home or wanna go out somewhere?" Mc hums out, already thinking of a couple of places they can go, before deciding that home was a better idea when they noticed mysta's expression.

His lips were formed into a pout, eyes blinking slowly which definitely told Mc he was sleepy, his movement slightly sluggish as he was practically slumped forward.

"Home sounds like the better solution right now, as much as I love going out, you look absolutely exhausted baby" Mc mumbled gently patting Mysta's cheek gently the male leaning against their touch.

The male hummed gently in agreement, a small 'thank you' leaving his lips as he and Mc walk home, slowly with his sluggish pace.

Mysta draped himself over Mc's couch the moment they arrive home, eyes shut as he breaths deeply nuzzling against the soft pillows, Mc chuckling softly at him and covering him with a blanket that was on the couch already, kissing his head and moving towards the kitchen.

About two hours later, Mysta is woken up by Mc gently kissing his forehead to wake him up, plates of food in hand as they brush his hair away from his face gently.

"Get up honey, I made you some food, eat and then we sleep together yeah?" Mc hums gently Mysta getting up with a small yawn, hand shaky when he tries to take the spoon from Mc's hand, who shushs him gently and moves the spoon away from his hand and started to feed him slowly.

Mysta hummed gently after he finished his food, leaning against Mc's shoulder as they walk towards the bedroom to sleep, the male falling onto the bed and nuzzling up to the comfortable pillows shivering slightly at the cold sheets.

Mc joins him after changing clothes quickly, pulling the warm blanket over them as Mysta nuzzles into their warm embrace, mc and Mysta fall asleep in each other's arms happily, sharing their warmth that lulls them gently to sleep.

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Vox Akuma

• Vox met Mc for the first time when they came into the shop to buy some pastries, the male as usual a bit of a flirt made some flirtatious comments here and there, Mc giving him a small smile and leaving after taking their order.

• He's absolutely smitten, talks all about it to his coworker shu, who tries to support him somehow, 'Mc is just so UGH' he said slamming his forehead into the wall.

• Loves it whenever Mc visits and will be extremely attentive, even paying for whatever they want, will be so happy when they sit at one of the tables inside the shop and start working on something, he'll check on them every once in a while to make sure they don't need anything.

• Will be very worried when Mc doesn't come at their usual time and comes a few hours later with a red nose and watery eyes as they sneeze, will take Mc to the back and scold them gently giving them some of the medication he had in case he got a tummy ache or felt sick, and will wait until the end of his shift which was in a few minutes, then walks Mc home, will call them for the next couple of days to check up on them until they're fine and healthy.

• He takes Mc to his house to hang out while he bakes sweets, and makes Mc try them, makes a mess of the kitchen when Mc insisted on helping, they'll both be covered in flour by the end of it.

• confessed when Mc was at his house while making sweets together, asks Mc while busying himself in kneading the dough, thankfully he didn't get to see Mc's wide eyed expression as their face slowly turns scarlet red, or Mc would've never heard the end of it.

• He takes Mc out on night or early morning strolls, loves to take them to the park or just chill at his house anywhere is fine as long as they're there.

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" 's too early to go out" Mc mumbles sleepily against vox's chest, said male helping them dress with a gentle coo as he smiles down gently on them, hair pulled back into a ponytail as he wraps his arms around Mc.

"I know baby, I promise you'll love it when you see the sunrise, you don't have to do anything the park is just down the street" the male promises pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead, as he grabs a bag he set on the bed and taking hold of Mc's hand gently pulling them towards the door, it was very early in the morning and Vox thought of how great it would be to watch the sunrise then and there.

Mc whines gently for a bit more before giving up and following vox, who ties their shoes for them with a grin, walking towards the park at the end of the street after.

Vox pulls out two blankets from the bag on his shoulder, placing one on the ground and covering Mc with the other when they sit down, sitting down next to them and pulling the blanket over his shoulders.

Mc nuzzles against Vox's shoulder with a small yawn watching as the dark sky started to turn blue, the sun starting to appear more and more with the passer of time.

Mc breathed deeply as half of the sun rose, the world basking in it's gentle eternal light, Vox's grin growing wider as he wrapped his arm around Mc's shoulder gently.

"It's so pretty isn't it?" Vox hummed gently Mc looking up to watch him looking at them with soft eyes and wide smile.

"Yeah, the sun looks absolutely breathtaking" Mc hummed back, Smile growing on their lips as Vox's grows wider, snickering for a sec before kissing Mc's head.

"As beautiful as the sun is, it'll never look prettier than you under it's glow" the male sighed gently, chuckling when Mc flushed nuzzling against his shoulder knowing how extremely cheesy he sounds.

Vox sighs happily resting his head on top of Mc's, watching the sun rise happily with his own sun by his side.

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Sonny brisko

• Sonny met Mc when he bumped into them while they were opening up the shop, the male in a hurry to get to work apologizing quickly and going on his way, he visits the shop again after his work, and apologizes to Mc once more while ordering some cupcakes with a sheepish smile.

• Feels kinda guilty for bumping into Mc in his hurry and tries to make it up to them with visiting the shop from time to time and buying pastries from the shop for himself and his coworkers sometimes.

• Definitely notices if Mc is the one who made the pastries or someone else, and will compliment it every single time, definitely teases Mc about how red they get.

• Will be slightly surprised when he enters the shop and didn't find Mc at the cashier, will call Mc on his way home after buying some stuff and check up on them, will insist on visiting them the day after and that he'll buy them anything they need.

• Sonny at first didn't really take Mc anywhere as he wasn't that close to them, but with time he started to wait for them and walk home with them, sending them pictures in work with his coworkers, or simply hanging out with them in the park.

• While he and Mc were walking home once, someone randomly ran into Mc making them fall on the ground, Sonny helped Mc and took care of the man who turned out to be a robber, after the incident he visited Mc to check if they were okay and confessed in his panic and worry for their well being, face turns extremely red after.

• Sonny likes to take Mc out to eat, or do domestic things together, go shopping, buy groceries, or go to the fair and play around.

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Sonny yawned gently stretching his arms while getting up from bed, running his fingers through his messy hair with a huff.

The smell of cooking made Sonny hum gently as he walked towards the kitchen lazily, his lips lifting slightly at the form of Mc pulling out batch of fresh cupcakes out of the oven, a smaller pan sizzling with the cooking of an omelette on it.

Sonny hugged Mc from the back making them jump slightly, as he nuzzles into the shoulder mumbling a soft 'good morning', Mc melting against his embrace with a soft chuckle ruffling his hair.

"Morning sonny boy, how are you feeling" Mc kissed the man's forehead gently placing the omelette into a plate while waiting for the cupcakes to cool down.

"Good, hungry too" Sonny sighed gently and nuzzling more against Mc who ushered him gently towards the dining table to sit down, placing breakfast Infront of him with a gentle hum.

Sonny started eating as soon as Mc sat down on their chair next to him, taking a sip of the coffee Mc made for him.

"Where shall we go today? We both have the day off, we should use that chance and go out somewhere" Mc asked eating a strawberry from the plate full of fruits, Sonny hummed in thought eating a bite of his sandwich, he was feeling rather lazy today, and going to bed again after breakfast sounded like a very good plan.

"We should stay home, and nap I'm still really sleepy" Sonny hummed, stretching his hands over his head with another yawn, Mc ruffling his hair gently with a soft chuckle.

"Sleep does sound like a good plan" Mc aggred starting to gather the empty plates sonny taking them from Mc's hand and placing them in the sink, and starting to wash them, Mc drying the plates.

Sonny was in bed again after half an hour nuzzling against the pillows, Mc next to them as they watched animal videos chuckling every once in a while.

And to the soft sound of Mc's chuckles, Sonny falls into peaceful deep slumber, happy and content.

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Alban Knox

• Alban met Mc on their first day of work, they were a new employee on their first day of work, the male deciding to help them around as there weren't alot of people working on the shop.

• He thought Mc was extremely nice, and loved how shy they were around everyone, he also admired how diligent they were while working and how much of a fast learner they were.

• Makes Mc cookies all the time, and treats them to his special pastries when they come over and play rhythm games together, loves eating Mc's cooking especially it makes him feel extremely happy and warm.

• Noticed how was Mc was starting to show sickness from the day before, and excused them from work, will visit them after work and will makes soup for them and spend some time with them watching a movie hoping to make them feel better.

• Mostly hangs out with Mc at his house or shopping together, doesn't like eating out much since Mc makes lunch for them anyways, they also hang out in the staff room during break and eat snacks.

• Once they were watching a movie at Alban's house, the movie was extremely sad with the two main love interests dying, after the movie Alban turned to Mc with teary eyes and confessed and hugged Mc after they said yes.

• Likes to take mc out to extremely random places he saw online, doesn't have any sort of routine at all, just as long as Mc's with him he's fine with it.

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Alban held Mc's hand gently leading them through a grassy field, the fabric covering their eyes doing nothing to less their worries.

It started when suddenly Alban popped up at the shop after their working hours, insisting that he made them a great surprise and that they need to come with him, after walking for some time he covered their eyes with a bandana he had in his pocket.

They have been walking for about 5 minutes, and Mc was begining to whine, wanting to know why their eyes were covered for so long, Alban chuckled and assured mc with a pat that they'd arrive in about two more minutes.

When they finally arrive at Alban takes the blindfold off Mc's face, they gasp suddenly at the sight infornt of them, eyes taking in the white blanket thrown over a few tree branches, two small beanbags pushed next to each other with pillows on them, a projector infornt of the beanbags, a small blanket with a bowl full of popcorn and a few other plates of food on it.

Alban throws his arm over Mc's shoulder with a happy grin, feeling extremely proud of himself, Mc pinching his cheeks with a pout.

"It's beautiful Alban, thank you but you didn't have to blindfold me for so long" Mc huffed moving to take a seat on the comfy beanbag, Alban trailing after them with a pout and big eyes rubbing his sore cheek.

"It wouldn't have been a surprise if I didn't" the male whined throwing himself against Mc's side who sighed and kissed his head ruffling his hair gently.

"Thank you for the surprise baby, what movie are we watching though?" Mc asked placing their head on top of Alban's who turned on the projector and showed them the movies on his laptop a grin growing on his face when he showed Mc their favorite movie.

"Your favourite!" Alban says excitedly turning on the movie with an excited hum placing his laptop next to him, and nuzzling into Mc's shoulder while watching the movie.

The two sat under the stars watching the movie together, feeling happier than ever, since they were together.

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Late night ride (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Late night ride biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: fingering

Summary: Bucky gives you more than a tip.

A/N: It’s kinktober and I have a bunch of kinky ideas for Steve and Bucky but there is no way I can post a story everyday. So maybe we will have a kinky autumn but we will see. For now, enjoy your ride with Bucky!

"You are late." He stands next to his bike in the middle of his garage. A lonely lightbulb highlights the curve of his plump lips as he watches you leaning your bicycle against the wall. "I don't," you argue back, glancing at the clock on the wall to be sure you are right. You are on time, and Bucky knows that too. "I really hoped I could get the fries for free," he continues to tease you, leaving his bike to get his wallet from the table, which is a mess of tools and bike parts you can't recognize. "Don't forget my tip," you smirk. "And don't forget we are neighbors," you add.

How could he forget it? There are days when it seems like you are the only thing he can think about since you moved into the house next to him. You have always been kind and polite ever since you came over to him to introduce yourself with a slightly burned lemon cake. He and his friends loved it, though.

While he is busy with the money, you walk closer to his bike, watching the dim light sliding on the metal and glinting on the black parts. Awe shows on your pretty face. Your makeup faded during the day, and your hair is a mess of knots, but Bucky is still sure you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. The ugly t-shirt with the restaurant's logo hides your figure, but the brunette remembers it. It burned into his mind the first time he saw you sipping your morning coffee on the porch just in your pajamas. Sleepiness clouded your eyes, but your smile was bright and shiny when you noticed him.

"Here," he speaks up suddenly, making you jump at the sudden noise. Bucky stands behind you, holding up the money. "Thanks," you hum, trying to calm down your rapidly beating heart. You didn't notice he was so close, and now the scent of his spicy cologne fills your senses. It mixes with the metal's coldness. After putting the money away, you give him the bag with the food in it. And that's it. Your job is done. You are done for today.

You should go home. You should move. Walk, damn it!

"Do you want to try it?" He asks, staring down at you. He nods at the bike. You are always amazed when you see his or the others' bikes, but you were never brave enough to ask anything from him. And it's a shame, really. You would look good on his bike. Behind him. Hugging his waist. He has to force himself not to grab you and put you on the seat just to watch you to his heart's content. "Oh," you breathe out. "I shouldn't..." "Why not?" Bucky asks, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His arms are thick and muscled. Black ink disappears under the sleeve of his dark blue t-shirt. "What if I... ruin it?" You ask, trying to keep your voice even though your throat closes down, and you have to force the words out of your mouth. "How could you ruin it?" He laughs. His chuckle is deep and rumbling. You shrug as an answer. There are a bunch of scenarios in your head that could ruin his precious bike, but every one of them seems silly when you want to say them out loud.

Bucky waits for a few more moments, but when you say nothing, he takes the lead. "Come," he says, holding up his hand for you to take it. "Are you sure?" You ask, accepting his help anyway. His large palm is warm and comforting. He holds you as you swing your leg over the bike, slipping onto the seat. Your feet barely reach the ground. "How is it?" He asks, hiding his smile while you are getting comfortable. "Good," you gasp out, trying to find out where you should put your hands. You lean forward, bracing yourself on the tank. Bucky has to force himself not to stare at the curve of your bottom and back as he speaks up again. "Do you want to go for a ride?" "Oh, I don't want to waste your time," you shake your head, but there is no way Bucky lets an opportunity go when he sees you want it too. It's almost funny how quiet you became in contrast to your teasing at the beginning. "It's not a waste, doll," he says, and without waiting for an answer, he sits up behind you. For long moments, you forget how to breathe as you feel him behind you. His wide chest is against your back, and his thick arms are around your torso to reach the handlebars. He cages you in, covering you with his presence. "What do I do?" You ask him when you can think again. "You are good the way you are," he says. "We will go slow. Just a round around the street." And with that, the bike starts to rumble under you. The vibration surge through your body and your thighs tighten on the bike. And Bucky feels everything. He notices the small tremble of your body and one of his arms curls around your body as he leaves his garage. "Are you okay?" He asks. His voice is deep and soft in your ear. "Yes," you exhale. Your nerves are on edge. Bucky's closeness fill your senses, but the feel of the bike under you is overwhelming too.

Bucky really goes slow, as he said. It's nowhere near comfortable enough for either of you to speed up, and the man just wants to savor the feeling of you in front of him. You fit his chest perfectly, and he notices every jerk of your muscles as he turns on the corner. He leans closer, pressing against you some more. You smell like a mix of oil and faded perfume.

The street is silent and peaceful. Warm lights filter out from the houses, and a few dogs bark when you pass by. The sky is dark and clear. Stars glint here and there, and the moon is round and bright. The warm wind caresses your skin, and one of your hands slips to Bucky's on your stomach to ground yourself. His hold tightens, and you can feel every breath he takes. His exhale fans over the back of your head.

A few turns later, you are in the garage again, and it feels too soon. You want to ask Bucky for one more round, but in the end, you decide against it. You are sure he is tired, or he has better things to do than circling around the neighborhood with you. "How did you like it?" Bucky asks after a while. The bike is quiet again, and you miss the power and vibration between your legs. "It was fun," you tell him honestly, waiting for him to move and get off the seat, but he stays behind you. Arms around your torso. "I can take you somewhere at the weekend if you want it," he offers. He nuzzles into your hair, his hot breath on your ear. "As-" You have to lick your lips. "As a date?" "Yeah," he hums. "If you are okay with it." "I would like it," you agree. Excitement bubbles in your chest at the thought of a date with your handsome neighbor. "Good." But he still doesn't let go. "Bucky?" "I didn't give you enough tip." You frown. "What?" He doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. His hand from your stomach goes lower, playing with the button of your jeans. The oxygen leaves your lungs ragged and heavy. "Is it okay?" He asks. His lips are on your ear. It's soft and warm. "Yes." Your answer is airy and tense with anticipation. His low chuckle rumbles down your spine, sending shivers through your body. Bucky opens your pants, sliding under the material of your panties. "What if somebody sees?" You ask him. The door of the garage is still wide open, and you are under the light, caged in the man's arms. "Nobody is watching," he promises. "Trust me."

The brunette's mind is full of you and your softness. His rough fingers glide through your already wet folds. "What made you so wet?" He asks. "Me or the bike?" "Both?" Your reply sounds more like a question, but he likes it. You can very much feel how much he likes it. His hard length is pressed to your back, but Bucky doesn't move to help himself. You are his only focus. "Good," Bucky says, pushing his head deeper into the curve of your neck. He nibbles on the skin, kissing the sensitive part under your ear. A low groan leaves your lips when he starts to play with you. He draws small circles on your clit until you throb and ache for more. "Bucky," you say his name breathily. "Please." "What do you want, doll?" he asks. "What do you need? Tell me." He stops everything he does. He cups your pussy, enjoying the warmth and wetness. There is a possessiveness in it that makes you clench. "Your fingers," whine. "Say it, doll," he urges you, still doing nothing. "Tell me what you want." "I want your fingers in my pussy. Please, Bucky." He laughs again but does as you want. One of his long fingers finds your hole, pushing himself deeper and deeper. The ring he wears all the time is cold against your heated flesh. "One?" He asks. You can feel the smugness in his voice. "Or two?" He continues, adding another finger at the same time. "Two," you reply immediately. Your head falls back on his shoulder, giving him more access to your neck. "Two." "I thought so," he hums. Kisses ghost over your neck. "Does it feel good?" His movements are slow and torturous, and he still doesn't let you move. He enjoys the power he has over you. He loves the fact that he is the one who can give you pleasure. "Faster," you mewl. Pleasure flares through your body, but it's not enough to push you over the edge. "Are you sure?" Bucky teases. His thumb finds your clit, flicking the hard bud. "This pussy is ready for it?" "Yes," you chant. "Yes, please."

Your whole body is on edge, and it almost hurts. Every fiber of your body aches for his touch until your breath gets stuck and breaks through your throat in a moan. His long fingers start to move in and out of you with a rapid speed. He massages your walls, stretching and filling you while your clit burns and makes your hips jerk. You grind against his palm, forcing him deeper and deeper. You soak his hand, and he can't help but imagine his cock in your hot pussy. His erection presses against the zipper of his jeans painfully so.

Bucky can almost feel the hot coil in your lower belly. It stretches to the point your lips part in a throaty moan, breathing in and out his name repeatedly. He closes his eyes at your prayer, biting the soft spot between your shoulder and neck as you cum on his fingers. You suck him in, trembling in his strong arms until you are limp and sated. You need him to keep you on the bike. "Are you okay?" He asks softly, adjusting your jeans as if nothing happened. The only reminder of what happened is your erratic breathing and his wet fingers. "Yeah," you reply when you find your voice. "I...um... thank you?" He laughs. "Do you want to come in? I ordered for two." "Did you plan this?" You ask him, straightening your back so he can get off and help you stand up. It's almost comical how easily everything falls into place. There is no awkwardness between you two even though you cum on his fingers a few minutes ago. Your heartbeat is still uneven and rapid. "No." He is honest, but satisfaction shines in his eyes. "I only hoped for a nice dinner." "Oh." "So? Do you want to join me, doll?"

[greyskyflowers]

I wore some new earrings the other day, big ones. They were that cheap gold color with the post attached to a big circle with a bar hanging behind it.

It chimed everytime I moved my head or fixed my hair. Tbh I thought it would get annoying fast but it was such a gentle, soft thing.

Just a little ting every now and then.

I mention Zoro's earring in a lot of my stuff about him because that's just something I love about his character.

You associate things with people whether you realize it or not. Sounds, smells, food, memories, feelings. That's all there, even if its not on a level we're aware of.

I had a piece of cake the other day and I was immediately filled with homesickness. I could not figure out why. It was just a store bought vanilla cake. It wasn't even from a place that I shopped when I lived with my family, so it shouldn't have tasted familiar. Especially not enough for me to feel so homesick.

I tried to figure out why that cake was so familiar for days, until I finally figure it out.

The cake had been put in the refrigerator to keep and the cold had made the taste and texture almost identical to a vanilla cake my mom always made from scratch on my birthday. I probably wouldn't have felt homesick if the cake hadn't been cold. It just worked out in a way that trigger those memories I didn't even know I remembered.

I still associate a certain type of cologne with my middle school boyfriend.

I can still remember the feel of my freshman best friend's carpet when we'd lay on the floor.

I still remember the sound of my grandma calling and using a over the top fake british voice to sing happy birthday to me.

All those memories triggered by little things.

Isn't that so amazing? How can anything ever be gone if all it takes is a bite of cake to take me back home?

Or the smell of someone walking past me in the store takes me back to middle school and the butterfly feeling of holding hands for the first time.

Or taking my shoes off, sinking my toes into soft carpet, and seeing my old friend smile at me from a hazy memory.

Or a over the top fake voice on the tv that makes me miss my grandma fiercely.

That's all a little off track but I think relating ideas to our own experiences is how things become truly personal and heartfelt. I like to let people know my train of thought and hopefully evoke those feelings in you as well.

Back to the point.

I love the idea that the little chime of Zoro's earrings is probably buried in so many memories that the crew isn't even aware of.

How amazing that such a soft sound is associated with someone like Zoro?

How many times do they hear someone else's jewelry chime and look up expecting to see green hair and three swords?

How many times, during those two years apart, did they fill up with hope when they heard a little ting noise only to realize it wasn't the one they wanted?

How many times have they been scared or hopeless and that little chime whispered you're okay to them as Zoro appeared?

All of them having to get used to it when they join, how it constantly chimes with the beeeze or Zoro's movements.

The slow and unknowing shift into a comfort rather than a annoyance.

The same way I imagine Luffy's hat rustling, Nami's bracelets clicking, and so on, are all comforts.

I like to think they can sleep better when they hear the chime everyone in a awhile.

That sometimes, when they get lucky enough to sneakily snuggle up next to Zoro when he's napping and soak up all the heat he constantly gives off, that the little ting of the earrings right next to them is the best sound in the world.

A weariness that comes when they can't hear it and they should, like going into the country from a big city. The lack of noise is startling, because even when it's quiet in the city, it's full of noise. There's cars in the distance, the occasional horn or siren, the neighbor under you playing music, kids playing in the parking lot, the refrigerator humming and the cat purring.... All that becomes background noise you weren't even aware of. Zoro's earrings are always there under all the noise, sometimes it's louder when they don't chime than when they do.

The happiness of setting sail after each adventure and on to the next one, Luffy's laugh coming from his spot up front, and the hardly audible chime of Zoro's earrings that they know is accompanied by a lazy grin.

[aphroditesmoon]

what about being jace's childhood crush, then to disappear for a few years only to return to dragonstone as a full-fledged noble lady? i know it's a really common concept but the idea of shy Jace trying to approach his former (and current) crush makes me all giddybdkdkdndn

go as a dream

jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: none

a/n: sorry I took so long!! I've been so busy these days w school

°°°

The first time he met you, he caught you stealing lemon cakes made for his mother in the kitchen and you punched him in the face before running away with a basket of lemon cakes when he threatened to tell the kitchen maids.

From that moment onward, he was a man in love, a man of age ten and two.

The next and last time he met you was during his thirteenth name day. You had all of your hair up in braids and a deep blue dress that seemed almost black in the dark. Luckily the moon shone bright that night, illuminating on your skin as he finds you by a lake outside the palace feeding fishes.

"They bite you know." His attempt to suprise you had not work, his shoes have already alerted you of his presence moments ago.

"They bite you, my prince." He snorted at your response as he moves to sit next to you.

"Give me some?" He offers to help.

Your head snaps at his direction and your eyes meet, for the first time ever, he has the opportunity to really study your face.

And you were more beautiful up close compared to the incomparable sketch in his dreams that appears every night when he sleeps.

You frown at first, not understanding what he's doing here with you instead of inside the feast laid out for him.

"You should be inside, I'm sure many efforts were put into this feast for you." You suggest casually, turning away from his stare.

"Only if you come with me." His boldness was admirable, you almost had a sense of respect for him because of that.

"Is that an order from my prince?" You raised your eyebrows and he sighs.

"For a little girl you are quite stubborn." You reel back suprised.

"Me-? Well for a little boy you are quite up your own arse." He bursts out laughing and buries his face on his knees.

His reaction was unexpected but contagious as you can't help laughing along.

Soon both of you went back in, meeting the gaze of his worried mother, the princess Rhaenyra.

"Will you dance with me?" He asks suddenly.

When you only stare at him he continues; "My mother is going to drag me somewhere to lecture me about my duty or something, but she can't if I'm already occupied."

Understanding fills you in as you nod slowly. "And if your mother is willing to wait until we're done to lecture you anyways?" You question.

He grins at you mischievously while pulling you to the center to dance. "Then I hope you're prepared to spend the whole night with your feet on the ground and arms in mine."

His mother was in fact, willing to wait until the whole feast was finished to scold him for disappearing. She unfortunately did not forget about it like he hoped she would.

But he could not care less about it, not when the warmth of you palms on his shoulder still burns through. His mother would laugh if he told her, and his brother would jest about it.

But he really did believe she was the most amazing girl in the seven kingdoms, the smartest and prettiest, your beauty rivaling the moon's, and your sharp tongue that never fails to put him in his place while making him feel butterflies. He would find you tomorrow again, he swore.

Though unfortunately, the promise was never fulfilled, as that was the last time he ever saw you. As entranced as he was to you, He did not know or asked of your family house, therefore couldn't find you.

Years passed and he finds himself grown and over his silly infatuation as more concerning issues starts to present himself. Yet some nights he admits, you cross his mind as a part of his happier youth.

And today was one of the moments. He had woken from dreaming of you. a jumbled confusing dream, but of you nonetheless.

Your face plagued his mind longer than he would like, distracted by the memory you two shared, he couldn't get a single task done.

A whole day wasted of his head being plagued by the memory of his childhood crush. Reminded of lords arriving to dragonstone tomorrow for renewal of their pledges and alliance, he forces himself to clear his mind and fall into sleep.

°°°

His brother stormed through his room running towards his peacefully sleeping body and shook him awake.

"Go away you rat" He whines as Lucerys kept shouting something he can't be bothered to listen to.

Pushing a pillow on his face triggered Lucerys to become louder, earnings a groan from Jacaerys.

He removes the pillow and looked at him with puffy eyes.

"Hm? What'd you say?" He asked groggily earning an annoyed sigh from his brother.

"I said, They're here Jace, mother's waiting for you!" Immediately his eyes widen and he scrambles for the bath to clean himself as he curses himself for his irresponsibility.

°°°

He barges into the council room muttering an apology as he takes his heat. His mother sent him a disapproving look before continuing as if she wasn't interrupted by his entrance.

"As I was saying, the oath pledge ceremony will take place this evening, I've already had my maids make accomodations for yours and your daughter's room, I hope you will find it adequate enough my Lord."

The lord laughs and waves her off. "Of course of course, we are indebted for such hospitality, our house will always side with you Princess."

Jacaerys' felt in awe of the loyalty shown in front of him, seeing how many allies have pledge themselves to his mother proved how much his mother deserves to be Queen.

The council was dismissed and as everyone leaves, Jacaerys rushes to get up and join them before Rhaenyra calls out to him.

"Sit here Jace."

He sighed, defeated.

°°°

The lecture has drained him to be honest, but the feast tonight must be attended, it's in the honor of the lords that has come tonight,

It would be unseemly if the crown prince didn't attend.

As he walks inside the hall, heads bow at his direction, he greets some lord's before taking his place at the dinner table.

His mother stands up to make a toast thanking and reassuring the lords of their alliance while he scans the crowd and spots a particular lord from the council meeting this morning and who he assumed was her daughter.

His daughter.

Jace stands up abruptly, his chair making a loud screech noise, and all eyes turns to him in an awkward silence.

His mother looks confused as she asks her son if he's alright.

"I.." He relaxes his heartbeat before waving off the concerned eyes of his mother.

"I apologize, I thought I saw...a bee." unconvincingly he states and sit back down and the eyes slowly leaves him.

All eyes except yours. Directly looking at him, you gift him with a kind smile, one he reciprocate before turning his attention back to the toast.

As the feast official starts, Jace barely eats anything but some cake and wine, wanting to hurry to find you. His brother notices his odd behavior and frowns at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you today, you're acting like you got a bug in your pants of something."

"I'm fine." He says without meeting his eye, basically chugging down his wine, for confidence, he assures himself.

His eyes scans the dancing crowds and stops at the sight of you and ser Erryk Cargyll together.

He had his arm linked with yours as the two of you danced together, and Jace almost jumps off the table to drag ser Erryk away from you.

Of course , he contains himself and walks towards you instead.

Your gaze met his and you didn't look suprised, almost as if you've been waiting for him.

Ser Erryk excuses himself leaving the two of you together.

You give him a small smile and he beams at the sight of it.

"Well, you're going to dance with me until my shoe falls off again or what?" Your voice sent shivers down your spine. The same teasing tone and sarcasm still runs through you. He was glad.

"I will, though, I suggest you prepare yourself, I don't plan on letting you go so easily like last time."

Your smile softens and you take his hand in yours as the two of you slowly move more to the center.

"I should hope not."

His eyes does not leave yours once, and you revel in his attention.

"I looked for you. After you left, but I didn't know who you were, so I couldn't find you." He confesses as the two of you dance in slow turns, arms linked like old times.

"You did?" You asked suprised and he nods.

"I had to leave back that morning, I didn't know you would come to find me, or else I'd ask to say goodbye first." You assured him.

"I know, but it doesn't matter, we're both here now, all grown up, yet still in our old ways. And you should know that now I have you, you'll never be rid of me ever." You laugh at his words and shook your head.

"Oh you still have your head up your arse is it? Well you would do well to know I don't plan on leaving, We'll be residing here from now on, and you'll be seeing so much of me you'll wish you'd take your words back " You jest, wiggling your eyebrows.

He looks at you with such intensity you feel your heart speed up.

"I would never tire of you."

[this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms]

In Darkness There Is Light || Across the Spider-Verse ||

Remember when you’re lost in the darkness. Look for the light.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death of a loved one, female reader (sorry guys, i’ll make male related content if anyone asks for!)

Words: 1.2K

A/N: Tiktok back at it again with the inspiration 🤧 Hope you guys enjoyed this and let me know if you want more.

Miguel was shrouded in darkness as he sat in his office, the only light coming from the screen in front of him. He was rewatching old footage, happier times before his daughter was ripped away from him. The images on the screen were of her last birthday before the universe collapsed. Gabriella was laughing at him, his face covered in frosting after she managed to trick into being the one whose face was pushed in the cake. He was laughing too, wiping away some of the frosting off his face and smearing it over her nose. He remembered that so well.

“You got me good, Gabi,” he said, letting out a small laugh with her. “But now we match.”

She laughed again and kissed her dad on the cheek, not caring if more frosting got on her.

The screen went black right after, leaving Miguel to sit in complete darkness. He didn’t care, shoulders slumped with a sullen look on his face. He didn’t have the energy to play another clip, already feeling too numb to do so. So he just sat there in silence. He didn’t even move when he heard someone step in, nor when a familiar scent filled his nose.

You walked through the dark room, your enhanced vision letting you see through as you searched for Miguel. You weren’t surprised to find him shrouded in darkness, it was basically his natural habitat. You also knew what he did here. Holing himself up and rewatching videos of the other life he once had. Sometimes he would coop himself up in here for days without any of you hearing from him.

During those times you made sure to check up on him, bringing him something to eat. It's what you were doing now, gripping the bag of food firmly in your hand. You found him sitting in front of his cyberdesk, staring blankly at nothing. You could only assume he had been watching videos again.

“Miguel,” you called out gently. “I brought you something to eat.”

He didn’t answer and you sighed, approaching him further. “You’ve been in here all day. You should eat something.”

“I’m not hungry,” he finally answered.

“Hungry or not, you still need food in your system. I brought you sopa de albondigas,” you said, a slight accent in your words. “I think I said that right… I figured something light would suffice.”

“Keep it. I said I’m not hungry,” he argued.

You sighed and set the bag down beside him. “Miguel…”

“I told you I’m not hungry. Leave me alone, I have important things to do.”

He turned to look at you, harsh glare on his face and voice raising some. He could yell at you all he wanted, you weren’t budging. “Please… eat something and talk to me.”

He stayed silent, looking back ahead and making you sigh heavily as you took a seat next to him. You reached your hand out and grabbed onto his, finding no reaction from him. You held his large hand in both of yours, finding it amazing how one hand of his equated to both of yours. You both had the same abilities, same strength that came with it yet he was significantly so much bigger. Miguel shocked you when he grabbed one of your hands, fingers lacing with yours. You smiled to yourself, gently squeezing his hand as the two of you sat in silence. It was almost peaceful, as if this is what he needed from you.

You couldn’t just sit in silence and after a moment, you spoke. “Have I ever told you how I lost my brother?”

He didn’t say anything but the shake of his head told you to continue. “It was just after I got bitten by the spider. I couldn’t have been Spider-Woman for more than 3-4 months. My brother, he was a detective, you can guess how that panned out.”

“My brother, he was all I had after our parents died. He practically raised me. I loved him, I admired him, I wanted to be a hero just like him. So when I got bit, I took it as a sign that I was meant to be just like him, even if he didn’t want me anywhere near police work.”

You paused for a moment, looking down at the tangled hands in your lap. You hadn’t noticed that your thumb was brushing over the back of Miguel’s. You knew it was meant to soothe you instead of him.

“Living with a detective made it easy to be Spider-Woman, everything he knew about a case so did I. One day I was tracking down a criminal organization that he had information on, I didn’t know he was doing the same… alone. My idiot brother thought he could take them down alone so he didn’t call for backup. He was wrong.”

You paused again, blinking rapidly to clear away any tears that threatened to spill. It's been years now since your brother died, but his death still weighed heavily on you. You never talked about it but this was a special case. You wanted Miguel to know that you knew what he was going through.

“Seeing him there, where he wasn’t supposed to be, I got distracted. My senses went all haywire that I didn’t… I didn’t see the bullet from one of the members. They got away and my brother was left bleeding out. He… He died in my arms, I couldn’t do anything to stop the blood.”

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves down and your tears. You felt Miguel squeeze your hand, this time it was him who was providing you comfort. You looked at him, his red eyes staring into yours, his eyes telling you how sorry he was. You gave him a smile, one to tell him that you were okay and continued.

“I gave up being who I am for sometime after that. It was too hard being a hero for the city when I couldn’t even save my own brother.”

“What brought you back?” he asked, finally speaking after all that time.

“It was something he used to say to me, whenever things became too much. It's funny, back then I thought it was just something he said to make me feel better. I didn’t know how much impact it would actually have as Spider-Woman,” you told him.

“What did he say, your brother?”

“He used to say; when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light. And he was right, I just had to look for the light. I put the suit back on and became the hero my city needed. Then I found others like me, other spider-men, women, all in between. I found you, and it was like everything lit up again. I found my light. So, I know you will too.”

You gave him another smile, warmer this time and brought his hand up. You pressed your lips to it, kissing it gently before letting go and standing up. You didn’t want to keep him any longer than you should.

“Don’t forget to eat, okay?” you said, taking your leave after.

Miguel watched you leave, thinking back to your words and the cord it struck. You were right, he was finding his light again.

[fandomfucker]

Hey, can you write about reader (who's also a wrestler) forgetting damians birthday until rhea texts her and she gets sad and panicky and runs to a near target to get him a perfect gift and ends in a soft smut

18+ Warnings: smut!!- sub!Damian, dom!reader, bondage, no protection used

AN-I've never written smut before so please forgive me for the quality of this. hope you enjoy anyways though

Word count: 1,820

Rhea: Yo, you never got back to me are you coming to Damian's birthday dinner tonight?

Y/n: TONIGHT?????

Y/n: his birthday is today?????

Rhea: Yes?

Rhea: Did you forget???

Y/n: YES😭

Y/n: FUCK

I had been so insanely focused on my matches coming up I had entirely forgotten Damian's birthday. I hadn't even gotten him a present yet!

Before the panic completely set in, I stopped and took a deep breath. It'd be fine. Everything would be fine. I just had to go find something to give him.

Running around our shared house, I got dressed and ready, snatching my keys from the hook by the door as I raced outside to my car.

I sped down the road to Target, hoping I'd be able to find exactly what I wanted. I had been thinking about what I wanted to get Damian for months but never found the time to go get it.

Hurriedly parking, crooked as fuck I might add, I rushed inside, grabbed a cart, and made my way to the men's clothing section.

Damian needed some new shorts to wear around the house after he ripped the last ones messing around and trying to do the splits.

I finally found a couple of pairs that I thought he would like in his size before going to the home section.

Grabbing a cute little basket I found, I then ran around for the next 45 minutes getting his favorite candies and snacks, two books he's been wanting to read lately, and some other various little things I found that I thought he would like.

Trying to make my way back to the registers quicker, I took a detour through the toy section and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the WWE section.

Front and center on one of the shelves was a Damian Priest action figure.

Grinning wickedly, I picked it up, put it in my cart, and went on my way to checkout.

Back at the house, I ran around cleaning up and setting up Damian's birthday surprise, trying to get everything done and ready for him before he got home.

Two hours later there was a cake on the counter, balloons and streamers everywhere, and presents filled the space in front of the mantle.

Halfway through making a special birthday lunch for Damian, I heard the front door open.

"(Y/n)?" Damian yelled through the house to locate me.

"Kitchen!"

I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind as I continued to make Damian's favorite meal.

"Smells good babe." His deep voice grasped in my ear as he kissed my neck. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back as he took a deep breath.

I just hummed in response and moved my head to the side to allow him more access.

"Go ahead and take a shower, birthday boy. Lunch will be ready soon," I told him.

He squeezed my waist in response before kissing my cheek and walking away to our bathroom upstairs.

Adding the last finishing touches to our special meal, I set the table with all the silverware we'd need along with a fresh bouquet and a few candles for ambiance. I put all the food on the table just as Damian walked down the stairs.

All he had on was a Judgment Day T-shirt and some grey sweatpants which made me swallow thickly as I avoided eye contact and invited him to sit down.

He stared at the table and its contents in awe. "Wow, (Y/n). This...this is amazing. You really didn't have to do any of this. Thank you."

He held my hands in his much larger ones, making sure to hold my gaze so I'd know just how sincere he was being.

I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away. "Alright, alright. Let's eat before it all gets cold."

Settling down to eat our lunch we chatted idly as we ate. Towards the end of lunch, I was engrossed in telling him a story of something that happened at work when I stopped mid-sentence.

I felt something moving up my leg that shouldn't have been there. Damian just raised an eyebrow at me, questioning me without words.

I just shook it off and continued telling my story before abruptly pausing again when I felt the thing move to my inner thigh.

Looking at Damian I caught a quick snippet of him smirking at me. It was his foot. His foot was going up the inside of my thigh.

"Damian," I spoke in a low warning.

"What?" He questioned with a look of innocence.

"Don't start something you can't finish, now," I told him.

He just grinned cheekily at me in response, "Oh, I'm sure I can finish."

I raised an eyebrow in mock skepticism. I stood up and walked around the table to Damian's side. I held out my hand, waiting for him to give me his own.

Once he placed his hand in mine I gently pulled making him stand up. Then I turned around, dragging his hand behind me as I took us to our bedroom.

I closed the door behind us before gently pushing Damian to lie down on the bed.

Climbing over him, I straddled his stomach as his hands met my hips. I leaned down and began to kiss his neck, leaving my mark as he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Settling my full weight on his stomach I felt his body rise and fall beneath me with his rapid breaths. I continued to kiss his neck, slowly descending down his neck, leaving hickeys all the way.

Reaching the collar of his shirt I made my way back up his neck and kissed along his jaw.

Moving back a little bit to straddle his hips, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull it up and over his head.

I slipped off my own shirt, my lacey black bra showing off my breasts.

Damian's eyes widened as he groaned.

Grinning, I slipped off of him and walked over to the bottom drawer of our dresser. We used this drawer for our toys. Picking the handcuffs out of it, I returned to Damian.

I slowly stripped off every last piece of clothing as he watched, playing with my breasts as I watched him watch me.

I was soaked through my panties.

Now fully naked, I situated myself back on Damian's lower stomach, grinding slightly to let him feel just how wet he made me.

He groaned again, tightening his grip on my waist.

I grabbed both hands and drew them up and over his head, joking them at the wrist as I clicked the handcuffs into place. We had a rope always tied between the bedposts for this exact occasion so I went ahead and fastened his handcuffed wrists to the headboard, keeping his arms above his head.

"God, Y/n, come on." Damian pleaded.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "I suppose. But only because it's your birthday. However," I paused, letting the words thicken. "You'll have to beg first."

"Por favor, mami. Todo lo que tu digas," (Please, mommy. Anything you say,) he begged, still breathing heavily which only made his deep voice even more heavenly.

"Buen chico," (Good boy) I replied smiling.

I swung my left leg over his body so I was now next to him on the bed instead of on top. Carefully I pulled his pants and boxers down, him maneuvering his legs and hips to help me. His hard cock sprang free already leaking pre-cum.

I took his thick length in my hand, pumping it a few times before climbing back on top of Damian. "You ready, love?"

He nodded quickly, waiting for me to seat myself upon him.

With both knees on either side of Damian's hips, I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my entrance. Slowly, I spread my knees further apart as I sank down onto him until I reached the base.

I started bouncing on his dick making him moan with pleasure which only increased my pace. I put my hands on his muscular chest to steady myself as I fucked myself with him. I threw my head back in pleasure as Damian began to thrust up into me, meeting me pace for pace.

I scratched at Damian's chest as the familiar bundle of heat grew in my abdomen. Looking at Damian, I could tell that he was close too. 

"Come on Damian, harder." I urged Damian, which resulted in him slamming his hips up into me over and over again as I met every push-up with another push-down increasing the pressure.

I massage my clit with one hand, continuing to use the other to steady myself.

Seeing just how close to the edge Damian was, I moved my steadying hand up further on his body to play with his nipples. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly at the feeling. "Y/n!" He screamed my name as he came inside of me.

Hearing his deep voice scream-moan my name was just enough to push me over the edge. I came all over his cock, our liquids mixing together inside of me and spilling out onto his stomach and around the bed.

Slowly sitting myself up off of Damian, his now soft cock bounced out of me, spilling even more liquid between us.

Quickly releasing Damian from his constraints I flopped onto his body, ready to sleep until his birthday dinner with the Judgment Day later tonight.

We both lay there, me on top of him with my head on his sweaty chest while his arms were wrapped around my waist. We were both breathing heavily, tired from our excessive workout. 

"Happy birthday, mi amor. Te amo." (my love. I love you.) I breathed between gasps of air. I gave his chest a small kiss causing him to laugh before closing my eyes to take a quick nap before we had to get ready. 

He kissed the top of my head in response, "Good night, mami."

Small Bonus Scene:

"Alright, I saved the best one for you to open last. Go ahead." I informed Damian as I handed him a neatly wrapped package.

He looked at me suspiciously before ripping the paper open. Shocked at what he saw he let out a boisterous laugh that echoed around the room.

"What is it?" Rhea asked him curiously, moving her head around to get a look at what Damian held in his hands.

Ripping off the rest of the wrapping paper, Damian turned the present around for everyone else to see what it was as he giggled to himself.

It was the action figure of himself I'd gotten.

Just seeing the toy was enough to send everyone else in the room into their own fit of giggles. A loud boom sounded as Dominik fell out of his chair he laughed so hard, which just made the rest of us laugh even harder.

"Thank you, babe. I love it. I'll make sure he's at every show with me from now on." Damian addressed me. He tried to be serious but immediately broke out in giggles again as he spoke. 

Maybe forgetting his birthday wasn't so bad after all.

[lisbeth-kk]

Redecorating

Thanks for the prompt @calaisreno and the tag @gaylilsherlock

Magical transformation

John hears muffled voices when he locks himself in to the hallway of 221 Baker Street. A deep rumble and a thin voice. He smiles and his heart almost skips a beat with the love filling his chest. When he reaches the landing everything seems to freeze. The sudden silence puzzles him. Maybe they’re going to spook him. He braces himself and ascends the rest of the stairs. Nothing could’ve prepared him for what awaits him inside 221B, though.

The living room is transformed. The furniture are all in place, but almost every surface is covered in some sort of fabric. A deep purple material is draped loosely over the curtain rods, which has a dramatic effect on the light in the room. It reminds John of the moment when curtains are drawn in the theatre. Cast over the tables, are silky cloths decorated with wisterias. There’s also fairy lights on the mantle.

“What’s all this?” he asks when he spots Sherlock.

“Redecoration, John. Do you like it?”

“Well, it’s…um…different,” John manages.

“Indeed. However there’s a bit of an…um…inconvenience,” Sherlock says.

His voice sounds nervous, but the glint in his eyes tells John another story.

“Watson’s, disappeared,” Sherlock says with a sad voice, while winking.

John understands immediately and plays along.

“What? How? When?” John asks, faking distress.

Sherlock looks approvingly at him, clearly satisfied with his acting skills and carries on.

“Well, one minute she was there, the next she was gone. I’m certain this redecorating business brought it on. And Hudders obviously,” Sherlock states firmly.

“Mrs. Hudson? What does she have to do with any of this?” John asks, and this time he doesn’t have to fake his befuddlement.

“Seriously, John. It’s clear as day. She’s used magic. All of these fabrics are hers, and it’s widely known she’s a witch.”

At that John hears a quiet giggle from under the couch. He looks gleefully up at Sherlock and moves closer to peck his lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers, before returning to his role.

“So, you’re saying that Mrs. Hudson has taken Rosie?” 

“I suppose so, yes,” Sherlock ponders.

“Do you know where she’s taken her?” John asks with a voice full of hope.

“Oh, it could be anywhere, John. Even the Moon,” Sherlock says gravely.

Another giggle from the underside of the couch. They smile at each other, enjoying this game as much as their daughter.

“The Moon, Sherlock? But how are we going to get her back from there? Do you have any clues? Theories? Please say you do, love!” John begs.

“Of course I have, John. 157 thus far.”

John can literally feel how Rosie fights to restrain herself from laughing out loud.

“John, the witch is coming,” Sherlock says in a hushed voice.

“Yoo-hoo,” a familiar voice greets.

Dressed in a purple, black and silvery dress, a black pointed hat, John’s old cane and a fake crooked nose, Mrs. Hudson’s the incarnation of a witch. John has to bite his lip and pinch his arm not to burst out into giggles. He’s definitely not looking at Sherlock!

“What have you done to our daughter, witch?” Sherlock asks in a dangerous tone. 

“She’s in a safer place now, dear. With all the cake and ice cream she can eat. No more proper food for that precious girl,” Mrs. Hudson cackles. 

“Tell me, or I’ll burn…”

“Sherlock,” John warns.

Sherlock’s been so fixated on his role that he momentarily forgot their five year old daughter’s present. She probably would be horrified to hear him threatening to burn her dear Nanna at the stake. So he backpedals.

“Tell me now, or I’ll turn you over to my brother,” Sherlock sneers.

The disdain on Mrs. Hudson’s face is no act. It seems the mere thought that she would find Mycroft Holmes the least bit intimidating is an insult, and she just huffs indignated.

“No need, Papa. I escaped,” Rosie cheers and emerges from under the couch in her princess Belle dress.

“Clever, Watson,” Sherlock praises and lifts her up to cuddle her.

John reaches out a hand and strokes Rosie’s back.

“Hey, sweetheart. Well done,” he says and moves closer to kiss her cheek.

Mrs. Hudson has removed her false nose and looks more like her own self again.

“I’ll just pop down to get the cupcakes. Put the kettle on, boys” she says and descends downstairs to get her baked goods.

“What do you think?” Rosie asks John and waves her hand to indicate the newly decorated room, while Sherlock fills the kettle.

“It’s certainly different. A bit…um…eclectic,” John answers.

“Electric?” Rosie asks dubiously.

Sherlock hides his smirk and John tries to stay serious.

“No, not electric. Eclectic. Hm…how to phrase it…um…well, I guess it fits rather good come to think of it. It’s a mix of styles sort of, and 221B has always been a bit like that anyway. Too dark in the summer perhaps, but I’m sure the witch downstairs has some lighter fabrics for the bright season,” John contemplates. 

Said witch emerges with cupcakes and before he seats himself, John walks over to Sherlock and sneaks an arm around his waist. Sherlock puts an arm around John’s shoulders and pulls him in for a tight hug. Their princess and the witch busies themselves with setting the table, and John feels like the luckiest man on Earth. When a long finger lifts his head and he stares into Sherlock’s mesmerising eyes, John knows that he wouldn’t trade this life with Sherlock and Rosie for anything. Lips meet in a soft and tender kiss, which ends with both of them speaking in unison.

“I love you.”

Something funny for you today <3

@totallysilvergirl @missdeliadili @keirgreeneyes @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @raina-at @meetinginsamarra

[solitaireships]

Cultural Reconnection

Happy Lunar New Year! To celebrate, I wanted to do a little selfship fic, and I decided with this one to do a modern AU focused on Helena and Chae-Yeong, partially bcs they have the same backgrounds as me with that so I know a little more about Seollal (Korean new year) things from my irl attempts to connect more with my culture

Full disclosure here, like Helena and Chae-Yeong, a lot of what I know about Seollal celebrations are things that I have recently taught myself from doing research online. This may not be a 100% accurate with how things are celebrated, and if it's not, I would appreciate anyone who knows more giving feedback! While it won't change things with this fic, bcs they also are still learning how to celebrate this properly, it'd help me out with my future LNY celebrations

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2325 words

Divider by saradika

Helena doesn’t cook very often. It’s not that she’s a bad cook, but with her and Chae-Yeong both hating being in the kitchen with other people, Chae-Yeong tends to be the one to make dinner more often than not. Helena figures that with how much food they’ll need for tonight’s Seollal celebrations, though, she could handle the majority of the cooking. 

As she cooks, Helena’s in new hanbok that Chae-Yeong had bought for this. She’s had to be careful with it— the last thing she wants to do is stain the light green and pink fabric making up the layers of her clothes. Her hanbok’s chima is longer than any of the dresses or skirts she usually wears, but she likes the way it moves around her as she walks around the kitchen.

In some ways it feels like she’s not supposed to be wearing this— her grandmother never passed on much information about Korean culture to Helena or her mother beyond the food. But she’s worn hanbok before, and she reminds herself that this is a part of her culture, even if it’s something she grew up disconnected from. 

It helps that Chae-Yeong’s in a similar boat to Helena. Both of them are a quarter Korean, both of them didn’t get many cultural things passed down to them, and both of them look white. Helena is used to feeling out of place everywhere she goes, never really feeling like she belongs to any community fully. But with Chae-Yeong, she actually feels like she’s not alone. 

Trying to fill the many gaps in her knowledge of Korean culture is more fun with Chae-Yeong, though. That’s another thing that makes Helena feel less alone, less like she’s an imposter and doesn’t really count as Korean. And as Helena finishes up making their rice cake soup hopes that she’s able to make Chae-Yeong feel the same way. 

“The soup is done, starlight!” Helena calls. 

“Smells good,” Chae-Yeong says, coming into the kitchen with a bottle of sparkling cider in hand. She looks pretty in hanbok— she's dressed in has a bright red skirt and a black jeogori. The silver and pink norigae she’s wearing is a nice touch too with its butterfly charm, standing out from the rest of the outfit.

Helena thinks this look suits her well. Her hanbok even matches with the red and black paint along her prosthetic arm and leg. It seems to match her perfectly, and is a good reminder to Helena of just how pretty her wife is. 

“Thanks,” Helena says. “Did you get the rest of the table set up?”

“Mhm.” Chae-Yeong sets the bottle down on the counter, digging through their drawers to find a bottle opener. “We’ll just need to get the last of the hot stuff plated, then everything will be ready.”

Helena turns off the stovetop. “Great. I’m hungry after cooking all day.”

“I’m sure it’ll all taste amazing, yeobo,” Chae-Yeong says. “Do you want me to help plate stuff?”

“If it won’t make you annoyed,” Helena replies, half teasing. 

Chae-Yeong rolls her eyes but smiles. “Putting food on plates and cooking are too different things. And it’s not like you’re better.”

“I’m not. But it’s always good to be safe, you can get scary when you feel like it.”

“I don’t get scary.”

“Yeah, you do.” Helena nudges Chae-Yeong’s side as she walks past with a plate of bulgogi. “You look pretty like that, though.”

Chae-Yeong laughs, pausing the process of scooping some rice from their rice cooker to look at Helena. “You’re the only person in the world who could think I’m attractive when I’m mad.”

“Mhm, which is part of why I’m very lucky to have married you,” Helena says. 

Chae-Yeong gives her one last little affectionate look before they both go back to plating their food. It’s a lot of work to do, but between the two of them, they’re able to get the job done quickly. Helena switches to bringing plates over to the table, doing what she can to remember where everything is supposed to be placed.

This isn’t like her and Chae-Yeong’s normal dinner arrangements. They have food set up practically covering every inch of it. At one end of the table is a collection of fruits such as Asian pears and apples, with a row of vegetables set up on plates behind it. The third row at the back of the table is where they set up their bowls of rice along with plates full of japchae and bulgogi. There’s a spot near the middle of that back row for the rice cake soup which Chae-Yeong brings in in two large bowls. Behind the table is a folding paper screen, one set up there especially for today. They’ve also set up a candle on either side of the table’s middle row, which Helena lights as she waits for Chae-Yeong.

It’s a lot of food for the two of them to eat. Far more than they’d usually prepare. Helena’s never been a big eater, and just looking at everything laid out in front of them is almost intimidating. 

The food isn’t all for them, though. This year they’re trying something new. A part of Seollal is honoring ancestors with charye rites, and this year they’ll be making their first attempt at performing that. 

Preparing an offering table was Helena’s idea. She wasn’t sure how Chae-Yeong would feel about it. Chae-Yeong’s relationship with her family was never a good one, and if she didn’t want to be part of the charye rites, Helena would have understood. Only Chae-Yeong’s biological father even seemed remotely worth honoring. Maybe none of Helena’s ancestors are either— her relationship with her maternal grandparents had been tense for years, and she doesn’t know much about any of her relatives beyond her grandparents. 

But this is something that’s part of most celebrations of Seollal, and Helena wants to try this at least once. Chae-Yeong agreed to this too, and if nothing else Helena will be glad that she gets to do this with her wife. They had to make some substitutions, though— Helena read that alcohol is usually offered to ancestors, but neither of them drink so instead they opted for a sparkling cider. Incense is also used for charye rites too, but the smell makes Helena feel sick so instead they have a reed diffuser set up on the table by the vegetables. 

“Are you ready to do the honors?” Helena asks as Chae-Yeong comes to rest her head on her shoulder.

“If you are,” Chae-Yeong says. “I’m still not sure I’m the best one to be handling this, though. There wasn’t a ton of information about what I’m supposed to be doing online.”

“You’ll do great,” Helena promises, reaching back to give her wife’s hip a quick squeeze.

Chae-Yeong takes a deep breath. It’s rare that she’s ever nervous, but that she’s clearly worried about this is a sign of just how much it matters to her. This is a part of her culture too, a part that neither of them are experienced with. They both want to get this right. 

Knowing Helena’s not alone in this is nice. 

But it’s also nice seeing the way any nerves fade away as Chae-Yeong begins performing the charye rites. She pulls a piece of prayer written in Korean from one of the pockets built into her skirt, placing it on the table before calling out towards their ancestors in a greeting, welcoming them to the table. She’s always been good at coming off as confident even when she’s new to something, and she looks like she’s done this a thousand times as she pours a cup of sparkling cider as an offering. She places a pair of chopsticks on the plate of bulgogi and leaves a spoon in one of the rice bowls. 

Chae-Yeong moves to move the paper screen, unfolding it more so it hides the table from view. Her skirts rustle around her as she makes her way back to Helena. 

“Alright, we’ll have to step out for a bit now,” Chae-Yeong says.

Helena nods and lets her wife lead the way out of the dining room and into their living room.

“Are we supposed to just sit in silence while the ancestors eat?” Helena asks as she closes the door behind her.

“I don’t know, I couldn’t find anything about that when I was figuring this out,” Chae-Yeong admits. She takes a seat on the couch. “I’d say we try to be quiet just to be safe. That feels more ceremonial.”

“Okay.”

Helena sits down next to Chae-Yeong. She doesn’t usually like sitting around in silence for a long time— her mind wanders easily, and usually it wanders towards rumination and everything in her life that’s stressing her out. But with Lunar New Year on her mind, she finds her thoughts going to better things for once.

She wonders what her great-grandparents would have thought of her and Chae-Yeong. She never met them, and she never heard stories about them either. There are no puzzle pieces for her to put together, there’s no story she can create from scraps of information. Most of her family tree is a mystery to her even as she honors them. 

But Chae-Yeong’s not a mystery at all. Helena knows how to read her unlike anyone else, knows every single one of her little quirks by heart. She’s someone who makes sense, and Helena’s always grateful for their similarities. She makes life so much better for her, and she hopes that regardless of who her great-grandparents or even her great-great-grandparents were, they’d at least be proud of her for finding someone she can be herself around. Maybe they’d be proud of her for reconnecting with her roots, for trying to follow cultural traditions even if it took her a long time to do so. 

Family is weird, and it’s complicated, but Helena hopes that there’d be someone in Chae-Yeong’s family that’s happy for her too. And if no one else is, then Helena will be proud of her for them. 

The five minutes they’re away from the dining room pass quickly. Chae-Yeong’s leg brushes against Helena, getting past her skirt so that she can feel the plastic of her prosthetic foot brushing against Helena’s lower leg. 

Chae-Yeong breaks the silence with a cough. “We’re good to head back in.”

Helena gets up first, waiting a second for Chae-Yeong to get up after her. She stretches as she gets up, making a soft grunting noise.

Nothing’s different as the two of them make it back into the dining room, though Helena feels like it should be. She hopes that this is what they’re supposed to be doing, as Chae-Yeong makes her way to the table again. She moves to put the folding screen back in its original position, revealing the table again. She goes to take the chopsticks from the bulgogi, then the spoon from the rice bowl.

“We’re supposed to bow four times now,” Chae-Yeong says as she rejoins Helena. “It’ll help send the ancestors back to the spirit world.”

Helena hums in response, taking four deep bows along with Chae-Yeong. She hopes that if anyone is watching from the other side, they appreciate the food she and Chae-Yeong prepared for them. 

Chae-Yeong strides over to the table again, now taking the written prayer from it and burning it over the candle. The ashes fall down onto the table, and Helena notes that next year they should use a tablecloth. 

“Okay,” Chae-Yeong says. “Since we don’t have any ritual things outside of that prayer, I think that’s about it aside from eumbok.”

“Great,” Helena says. Now it’s her turn to step up to the table.

It’s hard to say if that’s what the ceremony was supposed to be like when she has no frame of reference for it. Now that it’s over, she can’t help but worry that they did this wrong. She heard that people usually eat dried fish for Seollal— they didn’t have any of that, maybe that means the food offerings aren’t right. And they might not have done the ceremony itself right either, it was hard trying to find resources online about how to do this. She knows that she’s probably being irrational, and she’s probably holding herself to too high standards, but worry still eats at her. 

“I think we might be doing this wrong,” Helena says, frowning down at the table. 

“Maybe,” Chae-Yeong replies. Her arms wrap around Helena’s waist as she hugs her from behind. “But I like trying this with you.”

Helena can’t help but smile at that. “Yeah. I like it too.”

It’s not perfect. Helena knows it never will be, no matter how much she wishes she could push everything into place. But she thinks she can be content with imperfection if Chae-Yeong is. 

So she leans back to give Chae-Yeong a quick kiss on the cheek.

“How about we go ahead and eat, then?” she suggests.

“Sounds good.”

As they sit down at a corner of the table, Helena looks at all of the food laid out before them. It’s impressive to think about how much they managed to make in one day, and even if things aren’t perfect, Helena thinks now that she’s happy with how things turned out. They’re definitely going to have a lot to eat, though, and she’s sure they’ll be eating leftovers for a long time after this. 

Helena takes a slice of Asian pear, offering it to Chae-Yeong. She takes it between her teeth, biting off a piece with an affectionate look at Helena. 

She’s lucky to be going into this new year with Chae-Yeong. Everyday with her is a gift. And Helena hopes that when they eat their rice cake soup, symbolizing growing a year older with the lunar new year, this will be one of many more years spent together.

[bleachedjuice]

'Pompeii'

Ghost x Reader

Warnings: Blood,mentions of guns,warfare, cursing, and above all else, utter angst.

Hey, so this will be one of the darker fics I will be writing. Be mentioned this will reflect on what happens to soldiers during wars and after and will show the light of military relationships and how relationships like that are. Anyhow, I hope everyone is having an amazing day and to get some rest pls!

It was a hot summer day, the sun beating down like a glove on a small boy with tufted Y/C hair that seemed to whip in the wind wildly boldly leaped over a log, laughing as he did so, his toy gun made of wood aimed and firing at pretend enemies that stood in his way, a "pew pew" would escape his giggling lips as he did so. And as he weaved in and out of bushes, he grabbed a pine cone and threw it laughing wildly with glee as it rumbled the sun into a dance with its shadow that blocked out the sun out the boys eyes and spoke with a glee filled voice.

"GRENADE!"

The worda left you with a spoken sound of a blind yell, explosions sounded ahead of you that rung your ears raw, almost mufflung everything else around you as the smell of metalic and utter gun powder and sulfur stained your nostrils as your eyes held ahead harshly, your gun aiming and firing as you watched your grenade fly and hit its target and watches the artillery truck blow up into nothing more than smoke and flames. Your gun held tightly in your hand as bullets flew from it, landing its mark from its chambers into the body parts of the men and women who stood in your way.. and you did so without a single thought as you crouched behind a crate of rubble and fired from cover as the onslaught of bullets and explosions filled your ears... but the utter terror of soldiers wounded all alike that laid down on the field everywhere, either with dead corpses or not they laid and cried out in agony and fear.. And the medics could only grab so many at a time.. You then felt a bullet whizz past your face, and on pure reflex, you fired a returning bullet or two and felt your adrenaline soar as you moved forward, firing and firing, reloading and reloading as you and your team.. Moved forward, utterly sprawling the area with gun fire and dead bodies ontop of the already dead or wounded.

And it seemed like a repetitive cycle until the enemy fell. Until the terriostic group, you were all sent out here to dismantle for the US governments peace of mind was down and left in utter nothing. You didn't remember who for Or why you were here. But all you was that you got here with no help, not from family, none. All you knew was that the blood soaked your skin and dusted it, holding a sticky feeling to it. Your body heaving with breath and ache as you marched in line to the chopper, all you thought of was just stalking to the infirmary and getting your guns cleaned and put away and a shower...you almost gagged at the smell of the blood and weeks upon weeks of being out on the field finally setting it. The way the mud caked your boots and your pants, your rolled up sleeves covered almost every inch in dirt and blood. You shivered and continued on to one of the many choppers waiting for you ... and once you had gotten your footing into the chopper, you slunked into your seat and dozed off..

The boy found himself racing home to meet his dog and his family. Knowing his Ma was making dinner,the dog waiting in the yard for him,and his pa soon to arrive home from work. He approached his little red house with a blue roof with white doors and window frames and races into the back door to meet his mom with a hug and to be greeted by his dog woofing, a German shepherd, who was a puppy, a child much like the young Boy. He was home.

Awaking to the chopper door opening and the cold air seeping into your bones was one of the many ways to awake lately. And your body protested you standing up and picking up your pack, your life, everything all you've had and known for five years was sitting in the bag you now where slinging over your back. All you've known..for what seemed like forever. And as soon as you stepped off the choppers ramp, you were met with rain, heavy,skin stinging rain. Glancing up to let it hit your face, all you could appreciate was appreciate it. To just soak it up for just a moment as you walked in line with the other soldiers. All moving their way to the amrpty and then obviously to the showers and then bed. Oh, how badly you wanted to sleep. To rest.

And then that beautiful thought came to light and then suddenly shattered the minute you heard your name being called.

"PRIVATE L/N GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

Shit.

Whipping your head to the noise, your commanding officer..the heaf fucking hancho who seemed to have a stick up his ass.

General Fucking Sheperd.

And it seemed to be another with him.

Twisting on your heel, you jogged with what the last of the energy you had left could muster. Your body groaned and cried as you did so, and then, with a sharp stop in front of them, you folded your body into a sharp soldier salute pose and spoke with as much of a voice you could ever speak with at this point.

"SIR!"

And then with that, you put your stiffened and dirty arms behind your back and stood there with your shoulders crying out from the ensured indent you have from your pack holding itself on your shoulders for as long as you had been deployed for.

"At ease L/N, This is Captain John Price. Otherwise known as your new commander as far as you are now concerned."

He motioned to the man. Who seemed very well aware of taking care of himself if it even ever came to him having to do it. He seemed to be a different shepherd. Someone who actually knew what it was like on the field. And you could tell just by the scars that illuminated from his hands in the post lights of the base you had landed on.

"Sir?"

"You are now assigned to help Captain John Price and his task force team alongside our shadows to go to Las Almas and take down the cartel there and get information on the four missing missles that somehow went missing in departure and delivery to their location. That is all you need to know as of right now. One hour, you have to clean your weapons and freshen up and meet out here for departure to their base on their chopper. Do not be late soldier."

"YES SIR!"

And with that, you turned on your heel and practically dragged your legs toward the Amory and took apart and cleaned every little speck of your gun, two pistols, their holsters and the knife hidden at your lower back, your boots, you upper thigh and one hidden at your calf area. And cleaned their sheaths. And with that, you left, took them along with your pack, and into the barrack area that was filtering in and out soldiers of any rank and kind as you set your pack down into your barrack room,before rushing to grab clean clothes and your giant duffel bag and began to pack every thing you had,your clothes that where here, your thin blanket, and whatever else you had there , checking the time. Still have 45 minutes left. Good. And with that, you grabbed the normal white socks and military camo print cargo pants and a thin black skin tight athletic long sleeve and then a dark blue crew neck sweater before you rushes to the showers...and scrubbed and scubbed every portion of your skin as it cried out in glee from the contact of the hot water on it. And just as you were in there, you were out, and drying off and shoving your clothes on and once your boots were on and your belt was clicked you quickly dried the rest of your hair till it was a damp dry and headed out,throwing your..well used to be your clothes into the hamper,knowing they'd be given to another private once washed and repaired. And then, within a split moment, you had your pack on your back,tightened against your back as much as it could be, and then your duffel bag with your things from your now barren barracks in one hand ,while a duffel bag that held your weapons and a good amount of respected ammo magazines for your gun laid in it. And out onto the helo pad area you went, your eyes searching for a tan Kahki grey bucket hat, and spotted it before glancing at your watch. 7 minutes early. You then jogged over to Now your captain. Price was his name.

And then once he saw you in his line of sight, he spoke, and he reminded you of an old dad you saw one to many things in life..hah.

"Alright, soldier, load up, and welcome to 141." And as you ducked from the helos sharp wings and finally made it inside of the metal belly he contuied as you both two your seats across from one another.

"I've read your file. When it came to your background, it was blacked out. So I'll hone off of the past stories for now. But you've been here for 5 years and have shown amazing marksmanship and other qualities for anything other than a private on a task force that was deployed out to fo the dirty work the shadows or the US government didn't want to do. So why did you deny to be brought up another status?"

"Because I prefer where I am Sir."

"Drop the formalities L/N, just call me Price."

"Price...why me?"

"Because I'd prefer a fresh set of eyes and attitude on my team. And besides, you're just what the team needs as of right now."

"Sir?"

And with a deep sigh, he spoke once more. Almost either surprised you still called him Sir or letting off whatever thought he just had of his nose, he looked serious doing it as his gaze meant yours.

"You know how to use a gun, a blade, have passed the courses like they were a playground,and have shown to be an amazing soldier on the field L/N.. And we need that if we're to take down this cartel and find these missiles."

Firepower. And manpower.

All the help of What they can get.

And then, at that moment, you knew deep down that this was going to end in millions dead or utterly laying your life on the line.

And you knew what option you were going to take in the end at the end of the day.

Soon arriving to the Base, you were met with an empty helo pad. Quiet. Strange to your usual busy in and out one back at...home?

Ignoring that thought, you followed Price out of the chopper and briskly charged through the base with him as he pointed and explained where what was where and what was what. Normal placement for everything, just like back at the other base other than a few things that'd be easy to memorize in a couple days. And then it came to the barracks, you both passed down an empty hall only for you to see someone with a shaved mowhawk to be sitting on the couch in what seemed to be the main area of "their section of the base " as Price had said watching TV.

"You'll meet the boys tomorrow, but this is Soap, Soap you know bout L/N," and then he turned, and you watched as Soap grinned like A child as you and Price have stopped.

"Welcome to the team kid"

With a nod, you then continued after Price down the barracks, glad to find them empty as your then found yourself standing at the doorway of what was now your home for the next give or take time of how ever long. Possibly your last. Scoffing that thought, you gave thanks to Price as he patted your shoulder and left you to retire for the night as you then unpacked your two duffel bags but left your battle pack to the side for the night knowing you'd repack and go through it tomorrow. And once shoving your clothes in drawers and personal items and hygienic items on the small dresser that belonged to you. Only then did you untie your boots and belt and slip out of your muddy and obviously worn boots before setting them next to your clean ones and with a Groan you pulled out your phone and set your alarm to wake up on your usual sleep schedule othe than the fact of a normal schedule for weeks for being deployed for such a long time. And thje you set it on your charger next to the cot that had a pillow before laying your thin blanket on it and shifted your clean pants off and folded them and left them on the dresser side before gripping a pair of sweats in your hands and yanked them on before turning the side lamp on your dresser off and layed in your bed, finally finding peace and rest for a mere moment of rest...knowing the night will be restless like all the others from the years of war. As soon as you were prime out of the crop of training, you were thrusted into war and then into secret missions like the one you were just on. And the things you've seen have been utter horror, so you lock them away..only for the day because in the night they surface. And haunt you. And so you lay yourself down into the cot mattress and found yourself utterly succumbing to sleep gladly...

Finally, being able to ignore what was going on around you and what was to come. To leave it for the morning. The utter morning will it hit you again, and you'll feel it. But that's the morning, now you slept.

[blueberryrock]

Birthday Surprise.

Summary: with Steven and Marc's 37th birthday today, Y/N has decided to give them a gift they will never forget

Warnings: pregnancy and fluff really, the end might be a little angsty but it's very light, and it's 1.4k words

A/N i don't think i've seen anyone do something like this yet? Or i've just missed those fics lmao, anyways i just wanted some Steven fluff and so i wrote steven fluff! I left this open-ended because i'm thinking of making a part 2? But y'all would have to let me know if you want that. Enjoy!!

Rules, Requests, and More! (Pt. 2)

"You sure Marc doesn't want to blow out candles too?" Y/N questions as she places two colorful candles in the shape of a 3 and 7 in the middle of a round chocolate cake, her eyes landing on the excited Brit sitting in front of the cake. "Cause you could blow out the three and he can get the seven or I can just get mo–"

Steven's soft dark eyes quickly glance at Gus's tank before replying. "Ah no," he begins, his lip twitching into a slight frown. "He says he's not much of a birthday guy anymore."

With a small nod, Y/N makes sure that all the presents are in place while Steven lights his candles. Sliding into an old wooden chair next to him, Y/N smiles softly at him as she says "Happy birthday love!"

After blowing out the candles, they happily dig in. "Wow this is amazing love," Steven hums.

"It's just from a box," Y/N shrugs. "I would have bought one from the store but it was too packed, I didn't have much time 'cause of work either," she scowls, eyeing the darkness pouring into the small apartment. "Save some for Marc!" Y/N cries as she watches Steven cut himself another big slice.

"They'll be plenty left," Steven replies, dumping the large slice onto his plate and spilling a few crumbs onto the table.

"Hurry up and eat then," Y/N sighs, pushing her mostly eaten cake slice away. "I've got to find your last gift anyways, just don't make yourself sick! I am not cleaning that up." The legs of the wooden chair noisily scrape against the wood floor as she slides out of her chair, a small groan escapes Y/N, her feet carrying them towards the small bathroom.

Giddiness beings to fill Y/N as she closes the door behind her. Immediately turning to the small sink and opening up the cabinet, Y/N bends down to sift through old cleaning bottles and stacks of toilet paper. After a few back-aching seconds, Y/N feels a grin creep onto her face as she grabs the small white test she was looking for.

She didn't have time to wrap it today, but Y/N hopes that the red bow that she slapped on it the other day is good enough. Making sure the small cap is on tightly, Y/N holds the smooth pregnancy test against her arm as she stands and makes her way to the bathroom door.

As Y/N steps out of Steven's small bathroom, she can hear him quietly talking with Marc but immediately stops when his gaze falls on her. "You ready?" Y/N asks with an innocent smile as Steven watches her closely.

"Oh, yes!" He says, instantly grabbing for a small orange box with his name scribbled on it. Setting the small test in her lap, Y/N gives Steven a small nod and watches him tear apart the delicate polka-dotted wrapping paper. "Oh wow," Steven's voice filled with amazing makes a smile grow on her face.

"I didn't know they made more of these!" Steven pushes the wrapping paper away to reveal a Rubix cube, only, it wasn't a cube but a triangle roughly the same size.

"Oh yeah, they make a whole bunch of them," Y/N beams, enjoying the large grin on Steven's face. "That one's called a Piramynx! I thought that you'd like a new challenge and honestly your other one looks like it'll break any minute now."

Steven snorts softly at ther words, his gaze fully set on the piramynx in his hands. "I wonder how this one works." He murmurs as he turns the box it came in. Y/N's gaze moves from Steven down to her lap, fiddling with the small test in her fingers, nervousness bubbling through her as she eyes down the two strong red lines.

The sound of ripping cardboard brings her gaze back up to Steven, who had begun to start playing with his new gift. "Steven?" Y/N chuckles, watching him immediately set the Rubix triangle-down. "I had one more gift for you, well you and Marc."

Immediately Steven's eyes flicker to the still wrapped gift next to him, but with a shake of her head Steven shoots her a confused look. Looking down at the small test in her lap, Y/N forces a small smile through her nervousness as she brings up the test to the table, sliding it towards Steven.

"You....are...sick?" Steven cocks his head as he gently holds the white test between his fingers. His head immediately whips towards Gus's tank, no doubt being scolded by Marc.

"I'm pregnant love," the whisper of those words makes Steven drop the test onto the table, his eyes blown wide as they fall on Y/N.

"You're what!" He squeaks, pushing away from the table, Steven stands to his feet as one of his hands runs through his dark curls. "A-are you being for real right now?"

"Yes!" Y/N giggles, sliding out of her own chair. "I am!"

"B-but how," Steven sputters. "Well, I know how but umm, but w-when?"

Slowly Y/N moves to grab Steven's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before her gaze meets Steven's. "A week ago maybe? For the test at least, who knows when it actually happened..." Y/N tilts her head in thought. "Yeah, it must have been! I took at least three different tests last Saturday when you two were at work, you had come home so late that I thought I'd wait to surprise you today.....so surprise?"

"I–" Steven begins, his soft gaze glancing from Y/N's eyes to her belly. "I don't know what to say, love."

"Are you happy?"

"Of course," he sighs. "Of course I am, I just never would have thought this would happen!" A grin spreads across Steven's face as he meets Y/N's gaze. Immediately he scoops her up into a hug, squeezing her tightly until he quickly realizes he probably shouldn't.

"Oh, I'm sorry love!" He exclaims out of breath. "I just.....wow, me? A father? I can't believe it!"

"I know!" Y/N says with just as much giddiness in her voice as his. "What does Marc think of this?"

"Oh," Y/N's face falls slightly at the quietness in Steven's tone. "Nothing bad really, mainly 'cause he hadn't said anything besides calling me stupid for not realizing the kind of test that was."

Y/N subconsciously begins to chew her lip, she knew that Marc had parental issues but he never went on about them besides the quick "we just didn't get along."

A warm hand cupping her jaw makes Y/N jump, instantly she brings her hand to brush over Steven's. "I'm sure he is just as excited Y/N," he says with a reassuring smile, his other hand sliding onto her belly. "He just might need a minute or two to process the information."

"Right, no, umm," Y/N says, shaking the anxiety out of her. "You're probably right, it took me a day or so to wrap my head around it too. But I hope it was a good surprise though."

"It is indeed," Steven hums before placing a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead. "Now how 'bout we clean up the table and then throw a movie on eh?"

"Yeah that sounds great," Y/N nods as Steven's hands drop from her. As he turns toward the table to put the few pieces of cake that were left away, Y/N decides to throw away the torn wrapping paper, her eyes trying not to land on the untouched gift.

Her fingers slowly slide against the smooth metallic green paper, the gnawing anxious feeling returning to her as Y/N silently reads the scribbled name on the top of the gift. With a soft sigh, she sets it back down and tells herself not to worry.

Marc will be just as happy.

That small sentence plays in her head as Y/N wipes off the table with her hand, chewing on her lip as she reminds herself that it'll be fine. Steven's enthusiasm has to count for something right? Y/N turns to glance at Steven who was rocking on his feet as he cleans the plates they had used.

I need to stop worrying, Y/N's eyes fall back onto the old table. Marc wouldn't want me to worry anyway, too much stress for the baby he'd say.

Everything will be alright, he'd add.

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