#rj x reader

[amberbeach]

'AFTERMATH'

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The chill of the space beside him alerted RJ that you were no longer sleeping beside him and had been gone for at least ten minutes. He sat up, looking around the room, the moon outside peeking in through the curtains granting enough light that he could see you weren't in your bedroom. He glanced at the clock as he got out of bed and quietly made his way to the living space, finding it was encased in darkness.

He looked around in confusion until he heard a noise from downstairs in the pizza parlour. A smile formed on his lips as he headed downstairs to the kitchen where he found you spreading sauce on the pizza dough you had made.

RJ chuckled, startling you, and you looked at your husband when he approached you. "Let me guess, midnight snack?"

"What? I'm eating for two now." You placed a hand on your bump, and RJ smiled as he stood behind you, placing his hands on your arms while kissing your cheek.

"Here." He took over the cooking, and you helped add toppings, looking over at him.

"Did I wake you?"

He shook his head, "The bed was cold."

He didn't have to elaborate for you to realize why he had started looking for you. It had been months since the incident, but the look in his eyes told you that it was still very much on his mind. RJ could never shake the fear that overcame him when he found you were gone. It took him back again and again and revisited him in his sleep. The night you were taken by Dai Shi, who stole your animal spirit to make himself stronger, haunted him every day since.

You frowned, observing your husband, whom you had met at the academy. You got married weeks after graduation and have been together ever since, and there was no greater test than helping him mentor three teenagers who could save the world.

You couldn't imagine how it must've been while you were gone. RJ had spoken about it after a nightmare, and you discussed his need to be closer to you once you returned. You knew that if the roles were reversed, you would've lost your mind with worry. And since your pregnancy, RJ was more protective than ever.

You approached the Purple Ranger, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder after he placed the pizza in the oven. He smiled softly as he turned to you, and you rested your head on his chest as you stood in the lit kitchen, in his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry. I never thought - "

RJ shook his head, "I know. It seems silly now, months on, but I can't shake that feeling." He pressed a kiss to your head, meeting your gaze when you lifted your head to look up at him. "I thought I'd lost you. And I couldn't survive that." He placed a hand on your cheek, and you sent him a small smile.

"Do you remember what I told you at our wedding?"

"No matter what happens, we'll always have each other."

"Which means when - if - something happens to me, I'll haunt you forever."

RJ cracked a smile, and you smiled when he began to chuckle. He kissed you tenderly before walking to the oven to check on the cooking pizza. You placed your hand on your stomach in surprise, a smile forming on your lips.

"RJ," You called softly, gaining his attention.

He met your gaze, glancing at your hands. "What's wrong?"

"They're kicking." You told him.

He approached you, and you held his hand on your stomach. Moments later, he felt pressure against his hand, and he smiled brighter than you had seen in a while.

You met his gaze when he placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you tenderly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

That night before time ticked by into the early hours of the morning, you headed upstairs and back to bed. RJ laid on his side while you sat with your back against the headboard, sharing the pizza you made as you added to the list of names you liked for both genders.

After the pizza was finished, RJ shifted until his head rested on your lap, and you smiled softly, combing your fingers through his hair, leaning over to turn off the lamp to allow your husband to succumb to sleep, knowing it didn't come easy to him lately.

While you still felt the void left by the absence of your animal spirit, it was nothing compared to the prospect of losing each other. And you were thankful that he and the Rangers had found you when Dai Shi went to extraordinary lengths to hide you away. He was growing stronger, but you knew the final confrontation between him and the Rangers was coming soon. And as you looked down at your husband you silently wished for him not to come to harm, and the Rangers.

Right now, you were still healing through the aftermath.

[slasher-jax]

Powdered Donuts

Baby: Have you guys seen my powdered donuts? Otis: *shakes his head* Capt. Spaulding: Nope, I ain't seen em. RJ: Well, don't look at me. Reader: *slowly turns in their chair, their face covered in powder* Are you- Are you looking for POWDERED donuts? Otis: *starts laughing* Baby: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Reader: Oh, I have no idea where they are. Baby: *breaks out laughing*

Tags: @zeroisreallygood @puppet200 @purpleeggyboi @th3-r4t-48 @im-a-simp898

[lovelyhan]

Okay, you still have a spot. Great. I thought they'd be filled so, I didn't send anything lmao. Insomnia has its perks.

This is deeply self-indulgent and I'd love more Hao from you. So, hear me out, Minghao with a breeding kink. I feel like it doesn't get enough attention especially given how much that man gravitates towards babies lol. Like he and Reader visit Cheol's and see him with his new baby and, Hao's like oh, wait a minute. I think this is making me feel some type of way.

— terrified ⟢

minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies you—he remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.

★ FEATURING; minghao x f!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 4.4k words

★ TAGS; idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ WARNINGS; mentions of pregnancy and childbirth but nothing too graphic

★ NOTES; i scheduled to post this when it hit exactly 12 midnight in rj's timezone just in time for her birthday :> (pls look away if i got the schedule wrong,,,) i'm not really back yet bcs this is a queued post, but happy birthday, beloved. i love you more than i can say directly, so i decided to just write a fic for you instead! hopefully, i can come back and torment you with every other seventeen member BUT cheol soon :3c

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, mating press, hao is just really feral in this yk

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★ MINGHAO TAGLIST; @haoxiaoba - @jeonride - @coffeestay - @hyvnae

In the height of his career as an idol, Xu Minghao filmed a certain piece of content where he was asked a normal question to which he responded with a slightly controversial answer.

"How many kids do you want in the future?"

"Oh, It's not me who'll give birth, so I can't be the one to decide."

It's a response that made waves on the Internet during the week the video was first posted—a reaction from both fans and casual netizens alike that Minghao definitely did not anticipate that he would receive when they packed up the set several months prior.

It's pretty much the logical answer, isn't it? Sure, he'd love to have kids someday, but the quantity isn't something he should decide on without his non-existent partner's input.

Minghao learns further down the road, when he finally meets and eventually gets together with you, that the number of children isn't the only thing that a couple should mutually agree on.

"I don't really want to have kids..."

You tell him this during a spontaneous date he deigned to take you out on. He just came back from a tour packed with a long list of stops and even if he should probably catch up on some sleep, he opted to have a picnic with you at the park because of how much he missed you.

Your cheeks are stuffed with a few bites of pie, thoughtfully chewing as you wait for Minghao's response to your sudden confession. If he didn't know you as well as he does, he wouldn't have sensed the waves of anxiety rolling off of you in waves—as if you're waiting for him to get mad at you for simply being honest.

Mingao heaves a quiet sigh before he pulls you into his chest—a tiny squeak caught in your throat after swallowing your food.

"Hey, that doesn't make me love you any less," he murmurs, pressing his lips on top of your head. "I know bearing children can be terrifying and painful, so I completely understand."

For a moment, your brow dips, a soft frown tugging at your lips. "I-It's not that I'm terrified... Okay, maybe a little. But—"

Minghao promptly silences your protests with a firm kiss on your lips—one that you find yourself easily melting into given the time and distance that's separated you until this moment. He smiles against your mouth, glad that you can be honest with him about things like this.

"No buts, if you don't want to have kids, that's alright," he murmurs before pulling away. "Maybe we can just get a dog. You're already close with Mingyu, aren't you?"

That makes you snicker. "You're so mean."

It's a brief exchange that Minghao doesn't really think about again for several years. After all, his career as an idol was at an all-time high. As much as he wants to settle down with you and start the next phase of his life, he's certain that he shouldn't step out of the limelight just yet.

But it doesn't take long for time to catch up with him.

One by one, his brothers are off to fulfill their mandatory service and the group's activities are at a momentary standstill. Those who were left behind go their separate ways for a while—Joshua expanding his solo promotions in the US and Jun taking up more brand sponsorships in China.

Minghao chose to stay in Seoul mostly for your sake, and the fact that this city is the only common ground between him and the rest of the boys. When Vernon and Seungkwan enlisted together, it was around the time that Seungcheol and Jeonghan came back with overgrown buzzcuts, while Joshua landed in Incheon for the first time in two years.

It was also the time when you and Minghao got married.

The event was celebrated among close friends and family with only a brief news article about the marriage of SEVENTEEN's The8 allowed by the company to circulate for a while. They did a good job at keeping things hush hush, and Minghao thinks it's only because it's been more than a decade since his debut that they're being so lenient.

But even if they weren't, nothing would stop Xu Minghao from making you his wife either way.

It takes a few more years for all thirteen of them to get back together again, but when they do, the first thing that Seungcheol does is invite everybody to his daughter's first birthday.

Minghao has met baby Suri a handful of times in the past. Seungcheol's wife visits them at the company from time to time, wheeling Suri's stroller into the practice room as her uncles all fawn over her until she's crying. For some reason, the only people the infant seems to tolerate are Jun and Seokmin.

It's pretty much the same scene during the party. Seokmin and Jun are the only ones allowed within a one-meter radius from Seungcheol's baby girl to prevent an incurable crying episode in the middle of the celebration. Soonyoung was not happy with the fact that he can't personally give Suri the little tiger plush he got for her, but Minghao thinks it's for the best.

But then, as everyone was finishing up with dinner, he saw you walk up to Seungcheol's wife with a familiar sparkle in your eyes. You're staring at Suri who's all dressed up for her party with a look of endearment—nearly gushing with how animatedly you're speaking with her mother.

Minghao doesn't think much of it. You and her have always gotten along for as long as he can remember.

What does catch him completely off-guard, however, is the fact that Suri is being handed into your arms and you let it all happen without much of a fuss.

Chan was in the middle of telling him about this martial arts move that he'd wanted to choreograph into a dance but as much as he wants to give the younger man advice, his gaze is completely glued to the sight of you with Suri in cradled against your chest.

It's one thing to see a woman holding a baby. It's another to see his wife do the same thing.

"Hao, look!" You quickly call him over when you catch his eyes in the crowd. "Suri thinks I'm worthy! It's been five minutes since her mom handed her over and she's still not crying."

The sight is so adorable that Minghao abruptly excuses himself from his conversation with Chan to rush towards you with clipped strides. His heart thunders inside his chest as you visibly dote on Seungcheol's daughter, and he isn't sure if he wants to give the feeling a name.

It eventually fades into a barely there throb in his chest when he drives back home for the evening. You quickly fill the silence with your attempts at looking at some properties in this newly opened residential area near the freeway and as always, your husband lends a willing ear.

"It's a little far from your company building, but it's much more spacious than our apartment right now," you chuckle, face alight with the glow of your screen as you scroll through the property's details on your phone.

Minghao hums before pulling over at a red light. "Hm? Isn't our place alright as it is? Why would we need the extra space?"

He half-expected you to answer with something along the lines of, so I can have more space to keep my book collection in or so you can have enough room to practice at home if you want to.

But all you do is let out an uneasy laugh, locking your phone before depositing it in the cupholder on the middle console.

"Y-Yeah, you're right. That was a bit silly of me."

The next time Minghao unwittingly makes the connection with you and the prospect of having kids is when Seungkwan's nephews are in Seoul for a couple of weeks.

While he and his sister are off to run errands every now and again, they typically ask Jun to watch over the kids because out of all the members, he's definitely the only one who can be trusted around children. Even more than those who are actual fathers.

But it just so happens that Jun is all the way in Shanghai to shoot for a historical drama, and for some reason, Seungkwan thought it would be a good idea to drop his nephews off at Minghao's doorstep.

"You're pretty decent with kids and your wife can take care of anything," Seungkwan praises while he ushers four year-old Hanjun into the room and eight month-old Jiren into your arms. "We'll be back for them after lunch!"

It's just as Seungkwan said though: Minghao is pretty decent with kids and you can take care of anything.

While waiting for lunch to cook in the kitchen, you both do your part in entertaining the children—Minghao pointing out different shapes and animals in the picture book from Hanjun's backpack while you quietly feed Jiren the baby formula that Seungkwan's sister prepared in advance.

So distracted with the sight of your soft gaze transfixed on the baby in your arms, Minghao barely notices it when the soup he's prepared starts to overflow from the pot. You scold him for being so distracted before he shuffles into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.

As he salvages what's left of the soup, Minghao tries to pull himself together. Sure, it's been a few years since you two tied the knot, but you made it clear years ago that children wasn't on the table when it comes to the two of you.

It's something that you both agreed on even before marriage, and Minghao isn't about to break your trust by saying he suddenly wants kids all because seeing them in your arms makes his brain short-circuit. He has more tact than that.

"Is it just me or are you acting a little weird?"

For some reason, you choose later that evening to corner him in the quiet of your bedroom. Minghao was just getting ready to sleep when you turned to face him with a frown.

"Weird how?" he wonders, praying that you wouldn't single him out like you probably will.

"I don't know, you were looking at me funny when I was giving Jiren his formula," you point out. "You only do that when you want something from me."

Your words make him sigh. Of course his wife would catch onto every nuance of his actions—even from his stare alone.

"And what do you think it is that I want?"

"Xu Minghao, we're already married. Cut the games and just tell me what's on your mind."

God, he really couldn't love you any more than he does now.

It takes several minutes, but you and your husband eventually migrate to the living room—cups of hot chocolate in hand as you patiently wait for Minghao to open up about something he's been keeping to himself for a while now.

He's rightfully nervous—hands clammy around the ceramic of the mug that matches yours. It's Game of Thrones-themed with a dragon's neck acting as a handle. You kept insisting at the souvenir shop that its selling point was the unique design, but Minghao was pretty sure you were excited by the fact that the printed text changes color depending on the drink's temperature.

With that memory suddenly drifting into his mind, the tension ebbs from his shoulders. Though he tends to forget, you're the last person who'll condemn him for what he's about to say to you.

"I've been thinking of starting a family with you," he admits—hitting his point straight to the roots. "But... I always brushed it aside because I know how you feel about kids. I don't want to force you into something you don't want."

It's in times like this where silence is more deafening than actual noise. It rings in Minghao's ears as you watch the steam rise from your mug and your husband lets himself stew in his anticipation, wondering how you'll choose to respond to his honesty.

Will you laugh at him? Will you be angry with him? It's a subject that the two of you rarely broach with each other, so he isn't quite sure how to handle whatever reaction you'll grace him with.

What Minghao never would've expected, however, is for you to crack him a relieved smile.

"Me? I thought you didn't want kids because having one would be detrimental to your career," you chuckle, taking the first few sips from your hot chocolate. "And you always kinda shrugged it off whenever I tried to ease the topic into the conversation."

"I did?" Your husband scowls. "When did I do that?"

"After Suri's birthday party? When I was showing you a couple of new houses?"

Oh. Oh.

"Shit," Minghao mutters, embarrassed. "I almost forgot about that. I'm sorry, love. It didn't occur to me because you said that you didn't want to have kids—"

"One time," you interject with a groan. "That was one time, Hao. God, can't a woman change her mind about wanting kids with her husband?"

He blinks. "But you said you'd be terrified."

"No, you said I'd be terrified. As an educated guess and to some extent, you're right. But it's not the having-a-kid part or the childbirth part that terrifies me, Hao." You let yourself breathe for a couple of seconds and it comes out shaky. Minghao has to resist the urge to reach out to embrace you.

"What terrifies me is becoming a mother."

The silence of the living room thickens when you say the words and Minghao feels his chest flutter with that same feeling from the first time he saw you cradling Seungcheol's daughter in your arms. Despite the questions swimming inside his head, your husband keeps his silence and lets you continue.

"Like, yeah, the pregnancy is going to be hell and god knows whether I'll even be alive after giving birth, but..." You hesitate, refusing to meet Minghao's eyes for reasons that elude him.

"Raising a child so they would grow up to become a good person is even more daunting to me... What if I accidentally teach them something wrong? What if they end up hating me because I can't keep up with whatever trends kids would come up with in a few years? What if they love you more than they love me?"

Minghao laughs airily. "Is that last part really a necessary measure?"

"It is," you insist before breathing out a laugh of your own. "Urgh, you get the point! It's just that... I'm not against having kids, but the responsibility that comes with raising one overwhelms me whenever I think about it."

"You know you're not in it alone, right? I'm your husband. Of course I'll be here to support you however I can," Minghao sighs before finishing the rest of his drink. "Whether you want kids or not, I'll go with either choice because I want what you want, yeah?"

"Yeah. I do know that. I think I've always known, but at the same time, I didn't want to tie you down," you murmur, tracing the handle of your mug with a small pout. "If we have a kid together, they might take up the time meant for your schedules. I never want to burden you like that..."

Your husband sets down his mug on the coffee table, carding his fingers through his hair with a disbelieving sigh. You were starting to fear that you might've annoyed him by accident, but when Minghao leans closer so that your eyes are leveled, you realize that is far from the case.

"Baby, our wedding rings are literally tattoos," he reminds you while reaching for your hand—pressing the inked fingers together. "I'm as tied down as I can be and you've never heard a peep out of me after all this time, yeah? So don't you ever think you or our future kids would be burdens to me."

Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Plural?"

"Hey, like I said—"

"Yeah, yeah, you want what I want," you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. "I get it Hao, you're a gentleman. But what if I told you I want you to fuck me on this couch right now and give me your kids?"

The wording is so crass that it could only be seen as a joke, except the reaction it incites from Minghao is leagues more intense than a mere joke would. The mental image injects a rush of corrosive want straight into his bloodstream and Minghao swears it makes him a little lightheaded.

Your husband lets out a shuddering sigh. quickly lunging after you to pluck the mug out of your grasp and safely place it on top of the coffee table. When you look up at him so prettily as he cages you on the couch, the sight makes his cock twitch with anticipation.

"Then I want that, too."

Logically speaking, you and Minghao can't just flip the switch and go into full babymaking mode after a heartfelt conversation and a bunch of impulsive decisions.

For one, you were still on birth control. It would take some time to wean yourself off it and you'd have to ask your doctor if it was safe to stop taking the pills at this point in your life.

Next was that Minghao and the rest of the guys are going to be preoccupied with their latest album—one where all thirteen men are back together after years of being separated. It'll go on for a couple of months and maybe a year if he's going to take their tour schedules into account.

And because he doesn't want to be absent in any milestone during your hypothesized child's life, you and your husband mutually decided not to actively try for a kid just yet.

But that doesn't mean you can't pretend.

"Fuck, baby, your cunt's gripping me so tight," Minghao groans, nearly hissing as he slides his cock against the velvety heat of your walls. "You want my load in you, pretty? You want to me to pump you full until it's dripping out of your pretty pussy?"

With coherence having long left your mind, you arch your back even higher as your husband continues to plough you into the mattress. "Y-Yes, yes yes! Hao, feels s-so fucking good!"

He chortles quietly and even with your cheek pressed against the sheets, you can still picture the smirk plastered on his face. "Pretty baby's in love with my cock. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"More," you whimper, the muscles of your pussy tightening around his length as he plunges in and out of your sopping entrance. "W-Want more, Hao. Need you to fuck me harder..."

Your husband is quick to comply with your wishes, gathering your hair with one hand while keeping your hips in place with the other. Minghao slams his hips brutally against yours, making stars dance in the seams of your vision as the head of his fat cock bullies its way into your leaking hole.

He's so deep, you can feel him prying your cervix open with a promise that you'll be filled to the brim if you behave tonight. And with all those years of being a professional dancer under his belt, it's no surprise that he's got enough stamina to wreck you more times than you can handle.

The first orgasm blindsides you completely. He'd just been whispering both sweet and filthy nothings into your ear when it washes over you like a tidal wave—inevitable, inescapable.

(Doing so fucking good for me, love. Taking my cock like a good, good wife. You'll take my cum just as well, won't you? Keep it inside so it'll take and you'll be swollen with my child. Then everybody will know you're mine.)

The second time it happens is mere seconds after Minghao's own orgasm. His thrusts have started to lose their practiced cadence and even if you've been in this situation countless times before, the euphoria that sings in your veins makes it feel like the first time all over again.

Minghao's cock twitches before his cum spurts in thick ropes inside your tight cunt—filling you with a warm sensation that has you biting down his neck to stifle your moans. The motion of his hips slows to a crawl as Minghao feels you clamp down on his length. Your pussy gushes around him with a delicious grip that brings him dangerously close to another orgasm with how good you feel around him.

"Fuck, baby," he swears, voice still hoarse with need despite the fact that he's fucking you into overflowing. "I love you. There's no one else I'd want to have a family with."

"T-There better not be," you say cheekily before Minghao is flipping you around so that you're lying on your back. The sensation of his cum dripping out of your ruined pussy makes your skin tingle with excitement, and the fact that his ravenous gaze is trained on your body isn't lost on you.

"Be a good wife for me and hold your thighs up," he whispers lowly and it takes you mere seconds to comply. "That's my girl."

You preen at his praise—no matter how pathetic it would make you seem. After all, if there's anyone who get reduced you into a cockdrunk mess, it's most certainly your husband.

Minghao doesn't waste any more time, he pumps his cock into full hardness for a few moments—refractory period be damned—before gliding the head of his cock against your slit. Your thighs twitch every time be brushes against your clit, making you cry out with desperation as he gloats at your misery.

"Minghao," you beg, trying your best to hold your thighs up just like he asked all while he's taking his sweet time admiring your pussy. "Fuck me more. Want you to fill me up even more."

"Needy little thing," he chuckles. "You want my kids that badly? If I fuck you too much, you might actually get pregnant, love."

"Don't care," you practically sob. "I want it. I want you. All of you—even your kids."

Fuck. He really, really fucking loves you.

Minghao needs little encouragement after that, gripping his cock tightly as he guides himself back inside you.

The new position makes it easier for your husband to pound into you—the weight of his thrusts pressing you into the bed with enough intensity to make the wooden enforcements of your bed groan from the effort he's exerting. He splits you open on his cock, spreading your folded thighs as far as he can as he drills inside of you with the promise of another load.

"So pretty and pliant for me," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your nose all while the squelch of your cunt with each pass of his cock echoes in the bedroom. "My perfect wife. You'll let me breed this pussy once all's said and done, won't you?"

You nod all too eagerly. "Yes, Hao! I'll let you use my pussy however you want. Just please make me come again!"

"So demanding," your husband sighs with a wicked smile as one of his hands trails between your legs. "Hold those thighs nice and open for me, love. You'll feel even better soon."

"W-Wait, I—"

Your protests quickly melt into a hiss of pleasure when Minghao applies ample pressure on your clit—lathering his fingers with your slick before tracing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

He knows you so well, been with you for so long, that Minghao already knows the ins and outs of your body. Your husband claims that making you come undone with his own fingers is a practiced art and that he'll never forget about it until the day he does.

So it's no surprise how quickly Minghao manages to make you unravel at the seams when he couples his intense thrusts with the added stimulus to your clit. You're creaming around his cock in no time—muffling your cries in the crook of your lover's neck as he fucks into you with the intention of filling you up even more.

"I love you," Minghao rasps as he tucks your head beneath his chin, pinpointing the height of his own pleasure. "I'll want no one else but you, baby. No one."

Shakily, through a haze of delirium, you manage to say, "I-I love you too, Hao. I'll always be yours as long as—f-fuck—you'll always be mine."

You twitch violently beneath the weight of Minghao's body and the sight of you so fucked dumb on his cock eventually pushes him over the edge. Your husband comes with a sharp breath, his white hot cum gushing into your pussy until it drips onto the sheets.

It's only when you've come down from that post-coital high that you realize Minghao is looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky. You respond with a weak smack against his chest.

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble weakly. "I might think you're in love with me."

"Y/N, we're already married."

"I don't see how that's a problem."

As Minghao does the honors of cleaning you up after roughing you up all evening, you quickly realize that, really, there's no reason to be terrified at all.

Not when your husband will be by your side every step of the way.

⟢ end notes: i wrote this in a haze so if there are any technical writing errors, i implore you to just ignore them for my sake <3 happy birthday again to my soulmate, rj! i hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and i also hope you like this gift i wrote for you hehe ^\\\^ like hao to the reader, i'll always be w you every step of the way (i'm just a lil busy rn, so i hope you forgive me !!)

[happy74827]

The Lesson of Reality

[Rick Grimes and Child!Reader]

Synopsis: You accidentally get a lot more “experience” than what Rick had planned.

WC: 3080

Category: Slight Angst, S6!Rick (no TOWL spoilers) {TW — Gore, Violence, Walkers, Blood, Death}

There’s so many fics about Daryl being a father figure that it’s about time that Rick had his Joel Miller moment (especially now that all the episodes of The Ones Who Live have aired). So have fun with this cute Protective!Rick moment.

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They say when times are tough, people can rise to the occasion and show their true colors. For some, it's an opportunity to prove they can survive the hardships and come out the other side stronger, wiser, and more experienced. Then there is the scum of the earth. They will take any opportunity to steal, kill, and hurt others while they try and make it out unscathed.

For Rick, he wanted you to be part of the former. He always saw your potential to become a fighter—a survivor. Hell, you made it this long by yourself, after all. You had to learn and adapt to the world.

And given your age, it was a hard thing to accomplish.

Your innocence didn't help, either. On one hand, he wanted to keep you as innocent and childlike as possible for as long as he could. The world was already a shit-show. The least you could do was still have the mentality of the child you were supposed to be. Being only ten years old, it was the right thing to do.

But then he remembers what the world was like now. If he let you live with that naivety, it'd get you killed. And it didn’t matter how intelligent you were because even if it saved your ass a few times, it won’t forever.

The fact of the matter is you were going to be hurt no matter what. And you had to be prepared for it.

He had already shown his own son, Carl, the harshness of the new world. He didn't want to do it, but the world left him no choice. And he couldn't deny the boy the means to defend himself and his family.

And even if you weren’t his kid, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do the same for you.

He just needed the right time to teach you… to remind you that Alexandria isn’t the safest place on the planet.

The perfect time came when the Wolves attacked the group, and the gates were broken down.

After all the tragedy and loss, and Alexandria started to rebuild and strengthen their walls once again, Rick decided then was the time to toughen you up.

And thus, there you were, sitting on a tree stump as Rick stood in front of you, knife in hand, and Daryl beside him.

Eugene was also there, but he was standing to the side, watching with mild curiosity.

“You sure ‘bout this?” Daryl asked, looking from you to Rick, brows furrowed in concern. “It’s good takin' 'em outside the walls, but now? After everything that just happened, I mean? The people need yah right now, man. And the last thing we need is for the lil' squirt here to get hurt, too. Yer already lookin' rough as it is."

"I'll be fine, Daryl," Rick replied, his eyes not leaving yours. “Besides, I won’t be gone long. It’s just a quick look around. In and out, and then I'll be back. Two days, tops.”

Everyone around you seemed to be on edge, with the attack on the walls still fresh in their minds. But you?

Well, you were too busy staring at the shiny, shiny knife. Excitement shone in your eyes as your fingers twitched.

Truth be told, ever since Daryl and Aaron found you alone, wandering the woods and eating raw squirrel, and brought you to Alexandria, you felt as if something was missing.

You had never been the most social kid. You had the bare minimum amount of friends at school. None of them stuck around after you were pulled out of school. You had no close relatives that wanted you around. No father figure and the only motherly presence in your life was gone before you understood the new reality.

And while there were other kids in Alexandria, the older ones were already too busy trying to act like adults, and the younger ones were too immature. Sam, the kid that had once been closest to your age, was just a crybaby who didn’t know any better. He was scared of the dark and the idea of a walker. He never went outside the walls, so it was no wonder.

It was like living in a house full of strangers. They were all kind to you, but there was something missing.

But the Grimes family? Well, you couldn't help but feel more comfortable around them. Carl didn’t seem to like you, at least not at first, but ever since the “Wolves” attack and sudden loss of his eye, he was becoming nicer.

And then there was Rick. He was always kind, but after the incident, he became even kinder. More attentive and caring. Always checking on you, making sure you were safe and comfortable. Something about that night must've really changed him because he's been different since then.

And you liked it. You felt more comfortable around him. You didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was because he had saved you from a walker, or perhaps it was the way he talked to you, but you enjoyed his company.

You also loved destroying him in Gin Rummy. With the mix of his shocked expression and Michonne’s laughter, it was priceless.

Rick looked back at Daryl, who was still giving him a doubtful expression. But it wasn’t a no. So, Rick took it as a sign of agreement.

Daryl huffed and put a hand on his hip, shifting his weight to his right side. "Alright, alright. But if somethin' goes wrong, I won’t hesitate to tell ya I told ya so, yah hear me?”

Rick snorted. "Wouldn’t expect any less from you."

Daryl rolled his eyes and shook his head, a smirk on his lips. He gave you one more glance, and then he turned and left.

With that out of the way, Rick focused on the task at hand. That’s when Eugene made his presence known. He was the man with the map, so to speak.

He came over and laid the map of the area on the ground in front of you.

"I've marked the areas of the woods I believe would be best suited for your scavenging mission. However, should your route take a turn, there are several alternate routes to get back. There are also a few marked areas with potential food sources, water, and the possibility of tools or other survival necessities.

"Thank you, Eugene. I appreciate this," Rick said, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. Eugene smiled and nodded.

"You're welcome, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, Rosita and I have an appointment at the gate to inspect and repair the damaged panels.” Eugene stood up and straightened his clothes, and then he was gone, heading back to the gate.

"Ready?" Rick asked. You looked up at him, smiling, and gave a nod. Soon, you were off into the rusty car that Daryl had brought from outside the walls.

You sat in the back seat, along with the bags semi-full of supplies and some extra weapons. Most of them belonged to Rick, however, so all you had was your old baseball cap.

And, of course, the old switchblade that Daryl gave you a while back.

For most of the scavenge trip, it was peaceful. The occasional walker showed up here and there, but for the most part, they were few and far between.

You found a lot of supplies. Food, medicine, clothes, and anything else you could think of. Rick also made sure to teach you how to pick locks, avoid traps, and a bunch of other skills.

But, of course, as things go, something has to go wrong.

A group of walkers, about twenty or so, showed up. It was no big deal. It was a lot, but nothing you couldn't handle.

You and Rick quickly got to work, taking them out one by one. You had gotten good with your knife, and with some pointers from Rick, you were practically a pro.

And then there was Rick, swinging his machete, stabbing and slashing his way through the herd. His face was a mix of focus and calm. It was impressive.

But the problem wasn’t the walkers. You were both doing fine. The problem was the aftermath. When the last walker fell to your feet, a gun rose and pointed at Rick's head.

And the guy holding the gun? Well, he looked like a psychopath. He had a smile that sent shivers down your spine, and it didn't help that the sun was starting to set.

"Hey there. Nice work taking out those rotters. But I'm going to have to ask you to hand over the bags and all the weapons you have. Oh, and I love that baseball cap. That'll be mine, too."

Well, Rick wanted you to toughen up. It seemed the universe had the same idea.

Somehow, you ended up behind Rick, shielded from the man and his gun. Your heart was pounding in your ears as the adrenaline kicked in. You didn't know what to do.

Rick didn't, either. Not when a group of armed men stepped out of the trees and aimed their guns at him. He didn't even have the time to reach for his machete.

Rick raised his hands, but his body was tense.

"Don't," was the only thing he said. His voice was stern, a growl hidden underneath. The man grinned and laughed.

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you," the man sneered.

Suddenly, all of them charged forward, grabbing the two of you. Your cap was taken, and Rick's machete was tossed away.

Despite the stronghold, Rick was able to kick and punch his way through his attackers. Even with the gun being pointed at him and the man pulling the trigger, he still managed to dodge the bullet and throw a few more punches.

The man growled, but the smile didn't leave his face.

"Feisty, aren't you? I love a challenge."

With a flick of his wrist, he knocked the butt of the gun against Rick's temple, sending him to the ground.

"Rick!" You yelled but were cut off when someone grabbed you by the hair and pulled, eliciting a scream from you.

"What a cutie," the man purred, grabbing you by the chin. You tried to pull away, but he held tight.

"How old are you, huh? Six? Seven? Eh, it doesn't matter. All kids are the same. Little shits who don't know their place."

You took that as a sign. You spat in his face. He didn't even flinch. In fact, the smile only widened. It pissed you off so much that you did the one thing that would definitely take a smile off his face.

You saw it done once, with a foot. A woman back in Alexandria seemed upset with a man, and she took her boot and kicked him right where you aimed your switchblade.

You weren't sure if it was a good idea, but it was the only thing you could think of.

So you did. And let me tell you, that was one of the few times you had ever heard someone scream so loud. He dropped you in an instant, unfortunately taking the knife with him.

“Son of a-!! You little-!!” Pain and anger laced the man's words as he clutched himself. You scrambled back, watching with wide eyes as he slowly recovered.

He didn’t dare try to crawl over to you, though. He didn’t trust his body to move.

Instead, he turned his attention to his side, where his small pistol had been tossed. He reached over and picked it up, pointing the barrel in your direction.

“I was gonna be nice… maybe have a little fun, but now?” He let out a painful chuckle. The smile was still there, but it was laced with anger. He groaned in pain, and his body shook.

Still, his hands remained steady.

"You little shit. I outta blow your head off. Let the rotters tear you apart, limb from limb. Would serve you right.”

Rick's heart stopped at that. The gun was aimed at you, and he was too far away. Even if he charged, he wouldn't make it in time.

There was no other option.

Just as the man squinted his eyes, about to pull the trigger, the sound of a gunshot rang through the air. It made the man jump and look around, right in time to see one of his men fall to the ground.

"What the-?"

You turned and saw Rick tussling with another man, the one holding a gun, who was fighting for control.

The man who had his gun pointed at you took the opportunity to shoot it again, but you were prepared enough to duck out of the way.

The bullet went into a tree, and by the time the next one fired, he was the last one standing.

And boy, was he pissed. The bullet once again missed his target, but only barely.

That was enough, though. Just enough to get Rick to kick the gun out of his hands before pressing his boot right where your pocket knife was still sticking out.

Rick had the advantage, and it was obvious, with the screams of agony coming from the man. He was on his knees, clutching his crotch, and Rick had a firm hand on the back of his head, ready to bash his skull into the ground if need be.

But he didn't. He had other plans.

He pulled out your knife, only to stick it right back into place and then some.

"Ah! You crazy bas-!! Fuck!!"

"You’re going to listen to me. Real good, you’ hear?” Rick’s voice was dark, and the man nodded frantically.

"Grab his gun and come over here."

You did as you were told, picking up the pistol and slowly walking over. The man whimpered, tears staining his cheeks as blood seeped through his pants.

"You're gonna stand there and keep your gun pointed at his head while I tie his hands together. If he even twitches, shoot him."

You gulped but nodded. You kept your arms out, hands as steady as you could make them.

“You sick, twisted, fuckin' asshole. I'll fucking kill you!" The man snarled, his teeth gritting and his face contorted in pain.

"That's cute," Rick said. He was quick to tie the man's wrists together. Rick was just as quick to grab him and force him on his feet before kicking the back of his knees and sending him sprawling on the ground.

"Stay," Rick commanded him like a dog, and you couldn't help but smile a little at the man's pained, angry expression.

Rick quickly gathered the supplies and the bag, and then he was over to you, giving you a once-over.

"You hurt? Bleeding? Anything broken?"

"N-No, I'm okay," you replied, voice wavering a bit.

"Good," he breathed out, and you noticed he was shaking a bit, too. Not enough to notice at first glance, but enough to know that he was trying his hardest not to.

He took the gun from your hands gingerly, and then he was kneeling before the man.

"Who are you?"

The man was silent. Rick didn't wait long before aiming the gun at the man's right thigh.

"Let me rephrase that. Who are you? What's your name?"

"Fuck y—”

Rick shot the man in the thigh without any hesitation. The scream of pain made you jump.

"Try again. Who are you?"

"Aah!! Fuck!! I-I'm Dave, okay? My name's Dave!"

"Okay, Dave. Good. Now, why did you attack us? And don't think I'm above shooting you again, or worse, so be honest. I can tell when someone's lying to me."

"We were just passing through! Saw you and thought, 'Hey, easy pickings!' Didn't expect you to be the goddamn terminator!"

"Passing through to where?"

Silence. Rick sighed and shook his head, but before he could fire another shot, Dave finally caved.

"Back to c-camp. Please, we have family. Wives, children… We meant nothin' by it! We swear! We just-! We were hungry. We were starving! Please, have mercy!"

"Children? Like the one you just threatened to shoot in the head?" Rick growled. Dave flinched.

"N-no, I-"

“Where are they? Down that stream? I saw your tracks earlier. That was you, wasn’t it?"

Dave's silence spoke volumes. Rick looked back at you, and you were staring at the man, wide-eyed and fearful, not of him specifically, but of what Rick could do to him.

Rick took a deep breath and then turned back to Dave.

"How many are there?"

"T-Ten. Maybe eleven."

"Are they armed?"

"J-Just with knives and stuff."

"You got anything else? Any other guns or ammo?"

"N-No. Please, just let us go! We won't bother you again! Just don't hurt me."

Rick looked back at you again. Your eyes were still locked on the man, but you could feel his gaze. You looked up at him.

"With that stunt, you just pulled,” Rick stood up, his eyes still aligned with yours, but he wasn’t speaking to you. He was addressing Dave.

"I can’t take that chance.”

Then the bullet fired, and soon it was just you and Rick with a bunch of corpses.

He quickly holstered the gun and rushed to bags left on the ground.

"What about his family?” Your voice was shaken. You had never seen someone shot like that, point blank.

Rick sighed, pausing in his movements.

"They don’t exist.” Rick stood and turned, looking you in the eye. “I know people like him. If he had a family, they're already dead, or he killed them himself.”

You didn’t break eye contact, “and if you’re wrong? What then?"

Rick didn’t even blink. "Then I saved them a lot of suffering."

Rick didn't like doing this, killing people, taking life. He hated it, really.

But he would be damned if anyone ever laid a hand on his family or his people. Even if it meant getting a little bloody.

You had to turn away from him, from the intensity of his stare.

Rick sighed and walked over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"You did good back there. Really good. The world it’s… It ain't kind to people. And even though I hope it never happens, you have to be prepared for anything. For anyone."

Rick squeezed your shoulder, and his voice was gentle.

"And, for what it's worth, I'm proud of you."

[slayingqueenchal]

Got a thing for my sister, moony? | remus lupin x f!black!reader

Summary : sirius notices that when it's close to the full moon remus is an asshole but when it comes to y/n he's an absolute sweet heart

Warning : one year age gap (youre regulus's twin sis), Gryffindor reader (i hope that still makes u interested), pet names like 'love, sweet heart, darling', fluff

It was... Sirius figured it out. When remus told him about his so called lopsided hair

"Padfoot, your hair looks lopsided today" Remus said, his left hand on his chin and his right hand pointing on sirius's hair.

When you heard that, you chocked on your drink. I mean it's true, you agreed with remus, his hair does look lopsided. "Mhm, top tier comedy isn't it sis? " Said sirius sarcastically.

The other boys laughed but, remus looked concerned. You were ready for his insults to you, cause full moons in a few day.

"You alright, darling? " Said remus. Suddenly it was sirius's time to chocke on his water. "What the hell did you call my sister".

"Darling, you have a problem with that, padfoot" Said remus confidently. "Geez, almost got me a concussion" Sirius said, taking another sip of water.

Or when sirius, James and Peter found you and remus together in the library.

"What does this all mean im gonna go insane" you said. Defense against the dark arts is your least favorite subjects.

"Hey, hey, it's alright sweetheart, we can take a break, you know, I brought snacks" Remus smiled brightly.

"Really, what snacks? " You asked. "You know, the toast that you call moony toast, that one" He put it on the table. "And you made two! " You smiled.

"Yes, one for me, and one for you, of course i can't forget to make you one" Remus grinned, taking one piece of his toast and ate it.

And when you five sneaked to the astronomy towers to plan some pranks

"What should we do, to snivellus house Slytherin" James walked around the astronomy tower. "Maybe we could put nifflers in the Slytherins common room? " You said.

The boys said it was a good idea but, Remus called you "love, y/n, come". " Yeah, what is it, rem? " You sat next to him, his hands on your back.

"Look at that, that's a shooting star, what are you gonna wish for? " He said, pointing at the moving star.

"Hm, I want us to be friends forever, you and me, always, forever" You looked at the stars, and Remus, then the stars.

"Well, love, I want more than that" Remus said.

That's when Sirius snapped out of it. He realized what remus ment was not oh 'I want more than that like money,or something else's but it was 'I want to be more than friend's.

That evening, Sirius walked to the hospital wing, to see Remus.

"Where's y/n? " Sirius asked. "Oh, she just left, I told her to, she looks tired" Remus said, the pain in his eyes were still visible even though it was hours after the full moon.

"I need to talk to you" Sirius grabbed a stool, sitting closely to remus. "I know you fancy my sister, it's obvious! The way you look at her, the way you're a complete gentleman towards her, bloody hell you like my sister"

Remus's face looks like the moon had come early, "n-no", " Oh dont deny it, moons, I'm fine with it! " Sirius smiled.

"Okay, Sirius, i- I don't just like your sister, I fell for her--the way she acts, her beautiful hair, her pretty face, her soothing voice, and she's everything to me! But you'll hate me for falling in love with her"

"Seriously Remus? Gosh it's obvious that you love her, I mean go for it, ask her out, or something" Sirius smiled.

"Really? " Remus smiled, and Sirius nodded.

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! I really like your writing!

Can I request a MacCready x reader where he's patching you up? If possible, can he be denying/ ignoring being in love with you, too?

Wounds ↠ MacCready x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic, Pinning ➼ A/N » Sorry for the wait, love! I couldn't figure out how I should write him for the longest time, and I still don't feel like I did him much justice, but it's done!

You never imagined that your relationship with the sniper would evolve into anything more than business partners. He made it clear from the start that he didn't have any intention to be your friend. You paid him, he did his job, and that's all the two of you would ever be - until you ran out of currency, that is.

You can remember the exact moment you walked into the Third Rail. A pile of newly attained caps in your pocket that jingled together whenever you jostled your leg too quickly. It was a wonder how you managed to make it that far into town without being mugged, but you supposed the vibrant welcoming from the Mayor himself had more to do with it than you actually appearing as a threat to anyone.

You only wandered into the VIP section out of curiosity. You'd always been a sucker for bar fights, so when you heard an argument brewing up in the back, you couldn't help but be a bit nosy about it.

"You have to tell me when something like this happens." He chided, inspecting the gash on your leg with evident concern. "It's too dangerous out here for you to be ignoring something like this."

"Don't get soft on me." You teased, jerking your leg back at the sting that came when he began pouring water on top of the wound.

You knew you probably shouldn't be joking around at a time like this, but what else could you do? You hated the thought of burdening your companion like this, and after you were so close to arriving at Sanctuary too.

His eyes flickered up to meet your own for a minute before casting them back down at the blood he was washing off your body, "I'm not." He hissed, "I'm making sure my only source of caps stays alive."

You hummed in response, "It's only a scratch. It's not like I'll die. Once we make it back to Sanctuary, I'll have Curie take a look at it, and we'll be back on the road."

"Yeah, well, until then, I'm going to make sure you don't get an infection."

You winced again from the feeling of cold water roughly scrubbing at your wound before gazing apologetically at him.

"I'm fine Mac, really," You said, "It's been healing fine on its own for the past couple of days now"

He takes his hat off of his head and runs a stressed hand through his hair.

He did that same motion in the bar where you'd found him, right after Winlock and Barnes were done confronting him. It made you frown slightly when you saw it.

"Are you.. ok?" You asked slowly, resting a hesitant hand on his shoulder, worried that you might've upset him.

"Are you ok?" He retorted, gesturing vaugely toward your injury.

"I feel fine. Really. I'll be able to make it to the settlement without any support." You assured him - or at least tried to, he didn't seem to be feeling any less concerned, though.

"I just - why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew you'd stress about it." You sighed, "It's nothing, ok? I'll be ok for the time being. Once we're there I'll go straight to the Medic house, alright?"

"Whatever." He muttered, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back until we can get you too a real doctor."

You scoffed playfully, "You're too scrawny to-"

"Get on." He spoke, cutting you off. "I want to get there before it gets dark."

You stared at him for a moment before letting out a sigh and grasping onto his shoulders.

He slotted his arms under your knees carefully, and it was clear by the way he moved over debris that he was trying his hardest not to jostle you too much.

His actions only brought you back to the day you had met. You smiled to yourself as you remembered him counting the caps you'd handed to him before he explained he wouldn't be caring for you in any capacity. He was a bodyguard, not a member of the Minutemen. If you couldn't patch yourself up, then there'd be no reason for him to stay.

You supposed something must've changed between then and now, as he did the one thing he told you he wouldn't.

"What are you breathing in my ear for?" He asked defensively. You could feel his face heating up ever so slightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You smiled a little wider, "No reason."

[neverbeurs]

WHEN HE’S BACK HOME FROM TOUR . ⌯'▾'⌯

huang renjun × g!n reader

warnings: just pure tooth rotting fluff bcz i miss him :(

ꕤ

you sighed, staring at the bright screen of your phone that illuminated part of the dark room. it’s been about almost an hour since he’s texted you that he was on his way back.

you knew this was his job and that he would be gone,, but you just can’t help but miss him. miss his cuddles, his warmth, his sweet words, just him in general.

its been almost four months, and you’re honestly starting to have renjun withdrawals. you miss his smile, his soft voice, his adorable giggles..

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“baby!” he smiled, opening his arms for you to hug him. you smiled so widely you could feel your cheeks hurt.

“junnie!” you melted into his arms, inhaling the scent you’ve missed so much.

“hi my love..” he mumbled into your hair, arms wrapping around your waist as he waddled in.

you sighed, closing eyes and just letting yourself melt in his arms. “hi.. i missed you.. you looked so good, im so sad i wasnt there..”

he chuckled, wadding over to the bedroom with you still in his arms. “saw some signs that made me miss you a-lot, baby..”

you smiled, laying on his chest and just listening to his heartbeat as he talked about his experiences in all the different countries and the fans and the things that reminded him of you.

“-and then i saw this really cute kitten and- …” renjun looked down at you, smiling as he saw your eyes slowly flutter against your cheeks. “you tired, baby..?”

you drowsily hummed, nuzzling into him further. he fondly stroked your hair, cooing at your sleepy state. you always got like this, and it warmed his heart knowing that he could calm you like this..

“good night, baby. i love you..” he murmured, kissing your forehead and tenderly rubbing your back. you let out a hum, mumbling an “i love you” back to him and dozing off into your sleep, holding onto the man you loved.

a/n. i sobbed

© neverbeurs 2024. plagiarism is a crime.

[issdisgrace]

Hiya it’s my birthday in about three days and I was wondering if u could write a fic of Otis and his family celebrating readers birthday (preferable reader is dating Otis) I wanna know if they’d have any fun firefly traditions :3 (he/they pronouns for readerpls)

CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY WITH THE FIREFLY FAMILY

WARNINGS: Murder, mayhem, the usual Firefly family antics, little nsfw

A/N: This was intended to be a fic but I didnt quite know how to put my thoughts into a coherent fic. Also I’m trying to get out of writers block so sorry if it kinda lacking. But HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have a good birthday.

There are two things that a certain when celebrating anything in the Firefly family, those being alcohol and murder.

But the whole day isn't spent partaking in those things.

The morning starts off with Otis waking you up for breakfast and you two getting a little hot and heavy before heading down for food. Both of you getting teased for your slightly disheveled appearance.

Otis told them to fuck off that it was your birthday so you got to enjoy yourself. You agreed and the family moved on from it.

You guys then had a nice breakfast before all piling into the living room to watch something of your choice. You guys ended watching tv for a couple hours before it was time for your first gift.

Your first gift was from Baby who got you a young married couple to play with and make pretty. You appreciated the gift and spent the next couple of hours playing with and making them pretty in crimson until they both unfortunately died.

But what was not unfortunate was by the time you were done and cleaned up a little lunch was done. They made all your favorite foods which was nice and very delicious but that could have also been the fact that Spaulding was the one that cooked everything with only some help from the others.

Anyway after lunch the family gave your gifts that weren’t people.

Spaulding got you a taxidermy racoon and possum cuddling because why not. Also he said that it reminded him of you and Otis. You being the racoon reminded and Otis being the possum.

Mama, Tiny, and RJ got you some movies and tv shows that they thought you would like and enjoy.

Baby got you a nice blanket and made you a voodoo doll of Otis so you could prick it when he made you mad or annoyed you. Which Otis grumbled about saying that he wasn’t that bad and a voodoo doll of him wasn’t needed.

Then Otis, your love, your man. He painted the two of you using god knows who blood. But it was very well done, very detailed, and very pretty. You were already thinking of where you were going to hang it up. So you could see the master piece everyday.

But I digress after lunch and gifts, you and Otis spent a little one on one time in your guys room fooling around. Otis offering his whole self to you to do whatever you pleased with him.

And all the while you guys were having fun the rest of the family was setting up the main event of the night. They got a shit ton of alcohol, set up a big bonfire to burn, and got the bunnies ready for the night.

Once it was dark the family came and got you and Otis. You got the honors as the birthday boy to light the bonfire. You also got to hunt the first bunny of the night before the others got to hunt theirs.

Anyway you all got plastered, had fun, played a couple of games, joked around, got bloody, and you snuck off once or twice with Otis but that’s beside the point.

You had an overall great birthday, got some nice gifts, had a nice time, and you couldn’t wait for your next birthday.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif by @r66dus

RJ: Is Santa the only person with a naughty and nice list?

Carol, setting the table: I suppose so.

RJ, beaming: Yay! Uncle Daryl is Santa!

Y/N, chuckling: Why do you say that, RJ?

RJ: Cause he was telling you what a bad girl you’ve been last night!

Y/N: …

Daryl: …

Y/N: ……..

Daryl: …….

Carol, trying to speak through laughter: This is the best gift ever.

💚Happy Holidays❤️

[rubyreduji]

JJ!!! In case I haven't said this already, congrats on one year on here and 3K!!! All absolutely deserved 💕

Okay so, as we all saw I had a very...strong and public reaction to those pictures Soonyoung posted. I also know you're likely swamped with drabble requests so, I'm opting to send you a nsfw link instead because 1. Hoshi has been rotting my brain and I need to suck his soul out (DID YOU SEE THE VEINS) and 2. So I don't write something for him myself lmao. I also felt represented by the woman in this wearing glasses lol.

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AHHHHH RJJJJJJJJ i love you sm <<33 i hope you enjoy hehe (i actually have no clue how long blurbs are supposed to be?? but this is around 500 words which seems right to me)

[minors dni!] [cw. oral (m. rec), cum eating]

"that's it, baby" soonyoung coos as he slowly lowers his cock in and out of your mouth, your lips closing around his length as he does so. you stare down your nose at his cock, watching it disppear into your mouth before pulling back out. your eyes trail up his torso, your mouth watering a bit at the sight of his tight, toned abs and the pretty veins that lead back down to his cock, your glasses giving you the perfect hd view.

soonyoung's cock is heavy on your lips, the salty taste of his pre-cum spreading across your tongue as he pushes his tip further into your mouth. your tongue presses flat against the bottom of his cock and you can feel the ridges of his thick veins as his length runs in across the surface.

"so fucking good," soonyoung grunts above you. all you can do is hum, sending vibrations through his cock, making soonyoung grunt even more. "fuck, keep that up and 'm gonna cum"

soonyoung's hips start to quicken their pace, his cock sliding further each time, until his tip finally reaches the back of your throat. you lay there, letting him fuck your mouth as you do your best to get him closer to completion, your lips sucking as hard as they can as your tongue runs along swirls around his cock.

soonyoung's breathing gets more labored as your mouth gets slicker, a mixture of spit and pre-cum dribbling down your chin and onto your chest. you're an expert at taking soonyoung's thick cock between your lips and you can feel he's close by his shallow thrusts and rapid pace.

"a-ah, shit, shit," soonyoung huffs as he quickly pulls his cock all the way out of your mouth, a pop sounds as his cock is ripped away from your lips.

soonyoung reaches down and grasps his cock in his palm, tugging at his length brutally as he aims his tip at your face. you open your mouth instinctively, ready to catch his cum on your tongue. you gasp a bit when his cock spurts out right onto your glasses, the thick substance splattering against the lenses. soonyoung continues to milk his cock (some of it finally landing your mouth), before he drops down next to you on the bed with a sigh.

"sorry 'bout your glasses," he mumbles.

you just laugh, "it's okay, i'm just glad you didn't get it my hair."

you reach up and take your glasses off, scooping the cum up with your pointer finger before popping it into your mouth. soonyoung groans slightly at the action, making a smirk spread across your face.

"you're turn now, pretty boy," you tell him, pushing your soaked panties down your legs before throwing a leg over his head, your bare pussy now straddling his face.

[amberbeach]

"YOUR PATH IS MY PATH."

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When RJ returned to Jungle Karma after being captured by Dai Shi, you were upstairs above the pizza parlour, training to keep your mind occupied while hatching a plan to rescue him. You were startled when he stumbled in. The first thing you noticed was his torn clothes and how exhausted he looked.

Despite the pain and exhaustion weighing him down, seeing you again gave him the strength to smile. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you."

"Oh my god, Robbie." You rushed to his side, hands hovering, afraid of touching any injuries.

You wrapped an arm around his waist and walked with him to the bedroom as you asked him about what happened during his capture. RJ left out some details, knowing how worried you would have been the past few days, and he didn't want to worry you further by mentioning his shattered connection to his wolf spirit.

After a shower to freshen up, and an examination for any injuries, you joined the team in the living area. RJ knew you were acutely watching him for any signs he was lying about any pain he was in, so he acted as he did before, and after a few hours when you were listening to his heartbeat as you spoke in bed about what he'd missed, RJ sensed your worries leaving you for the moment, granting you peace to sleep.

While you slept peacefully, his night was more eventful. In the morning he caught a news reporter detailing a supposed animal attack that left people injured and from the claw marks, RJ suspected he was the cause. He had arrived in the early hours of the morning before you had woken, slipping into bed without you noticing, and while the events were cloudy in his mind, RJ wasn't willing to put you or the Rangers at risk.

The parlour was busy that afternoon and Fran had enlisted your help to cook in the kitchen whilst the three Rangers took orders and got customers their drinks and take out their food, keeping the service running smoothly. In the few hours you were gone RJ began to pack a backpack with essentials, believing he could sneak out undetected. However, he had not expected you to come upstairs where you caught him closing the carved box containing his morpher and he quickly replaced the box on the shelf inside the red cupboard, closing the doors. He turned when you spoke and his chest rose and fell with a silent sigh when he saw your expression.

"What are you doing?"

RJ glanced away when he noticed your eyes squint, knowing you could read him better than anyone.

"Were you going to say goodbye?" You continued softly, moving closer. "Of course not." His eyes lifted to meet your gaze when you scoffed and you tilted your head. "I knew something was wrong. I could feel it, but I chose to ignore it because I didn't want to overwhelm you with questions on your first night back." You paused when he sighed. "I can't help if I don't know what's wrong."

"It's my animal spirit. Ever since Dai Shi attacked me," He held his shoulder, his features portraying the pain he was experiencing since the attack, before continuing, "I can't control my animal form."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked quietly, glancing at the wooden floors.

"I didn't want you to worry. And I didn't tell the Rangers because they would lose focus on Dai Shi."

"So you were going to - what? Sneak out when everyone was downstairs?" Your gaze lifted to meet his apologetic stare which only intensified when he saw your tears. "How could you do that? After everything we've gone through - you were just gonna leave?"

"It wouldn't be forever. Just until I learned to control it." RJ explained.

"I can help you."

RJ shook his head, "The Rangers need you now. To be their mentor in my absence."

"If you think I'm letting you go through this alone, then you're wrong." You stepped forward and when he glanced away briefly you knew he was faltering, unable to leave while you were looking at him with nothing but understanding and love that showed through everything you did. "Remember what I told you when I diverted the Masters path they planned for me?"

"Your path is my path." RJ recited.

"And I meant it." You placed a hand on his chest, tilting your head up to hold his gaze. "Let me help you."

RJ lowered his head, slowly nodding as he met your gaze. "I don't want them to know." You nodded in agreement, the Rangers had enough to worry about with Dai Shi who was growing more powerful every day, and their worry for RJ would be a distraction.

You smiled softly at the man you had risked everything for. While the Masters voiced their opinions about your relationship, you and RJ knew you were stronger together than apart and so you left your position at the academy to join him in preparing the Rangers to defeat Dai Shi and you hadn't looked back since.

RJ lowered his shoulder, letting the backpack fall down his arm before allowing it to drop on the floor, and wrapping his arms around you. He closed his eyes when you kissed his cheek, promising that everything would be okay.

And he knew that it would be because he had you by his side.

[slasher-jax]

House of 1000 Corpses/3 From Hell Masterlist

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[one-of-thewalkingdead]

We need to bring back the whole "if daryl dies we riot" thing because I stg if they kept him alive all 11 seasons just to kill him off in his own spin off I'm suing someone for emotional damages.

[plushyvi]

"can't stop thinking of you!"

game: fallout 4

character: robert joseph ‘rj’ maccready

summary: maccready, hired gun, finds it hard to keep your relationship professional. one night on lookout makes him think that maybe that’s okay with you.

warnings: g/n! reader, no pronouns used, overall fluff

when you said 'goodnight' to maccready and turned to face the wall, he had expected that to be the last thought of you he would have for the night. after all, he needed to be on lookout until you woke up at around 2am. he was dead set on doing a fantastic job since you had paid him 250 caps to tag along with you. but it seems that he isn't able to do that for you.

"goodness..." he mumbles to himself as he stands by the windows in the other room. he holds his rifle in one hand and fixes his hat with another. every so often, he'd look through the doorway to check on you. maybe it wasn't just to see if you were okay, but just to look at you. when he realised that, his heart burst in his chest. "what am i gonna' do now?"

he's spent the past two months with you on a personal journey. you had heard from some people in goodneighbour that maccready was the merc that could do it all — the best shot in all of the commonwealth. so you had hired him in hopes that he would help you. he was sceptical at first; he wasn't a babysitter for hire. but as soon as you pulled out the caps without hesitation, he decided to join you.

but over the course of your time together, maccready's grown quite fond of you. he doesn't find it annoying to give you some spare ammo when you ask, nor does it hate it when you ask him to carry a helpful item for you. he's been a lot nicer to you and has ever shown you around the commonwealth in your free time.

the mercenary doesn't know what to think of it now, or rather what to think of you since he can't seem to stop.

"maccready?"

he looks over his shoulder to you from his spot on the window nook seat. he watches you wipe your eyes and stifle a yawn, a smile laying on his face.

maccready's gotten used to you saying his name a lot. in fact, it's one of his favourite sounds now. sometimes when it's quiet between the both of you, he just replays it over and over again. and when you suddenly ask him something, he's out of it and telling you to repeat yourself.

"hey, sleepyhead," he chuckles out to you. you walk closer to him as you stretch your arms above your head. "what're you doin' up? you still have three more hours 'til you gotta' take over."

"i can't sleep..." you annoyedly say, even though you were sleeping soundly for the past two hours, "do you wanna' switch early?"

"no, it's alright," maccready responds, "you look like you're gonna' pass out soon anyway."

you sit down at the other end of the window seat, him with one leg hiked up and resting on it too. you have your own gun in your hands, a sniper that maccready gifted you last week. you were both in diamond city and while you were trying to order something other than noodles from that robot chef, maccready struck a good deal on a nice sniper with one of the vendors. when he came back to you with the present, you lit up in a way he's never seen before.

you just did something to him to make him act differently.

"what are your plans after our deal is done?" you ask him as you look out at the dark sky.

"hm. never thought about it." he lies.

he has thought about what would happen after, and quite frankly he doesn't want to think about it. he wants to be around you for forever. he secretly hopes that you never complete your personal mission, just so that he can see you from sunrise to sunset. he would never sabotage you, but he wishes that you find yourself wanting to stay too.

"no? hm, i find that hard to believe," you comment as your lean your head against the window. he stares at you as the moonlight hits your face so nicely. he could kiss you right now. "a mercenary like you would always need a plan to stay afloat."

"i guess i just expect you to need me around," he chuckles, "i still gotta' teach you how to shoot that thing properly."

"right," you sigh back as you check your ammunition, "i think i'm getting pretty good though, right?"

"oh, i dunno' about that," he says with a shake of his head, "but it's alright, that's what i'm here for."

"yeah," you mutter out as you lean your head against the wall, "it's good having you around, maccready."

he can't even suppress his smile anymore, and he doesn't even want to. you two talk for a bit longer until he notices that you are falling asleep. he doesn't try to keep you up longer, only telling you to sit in that chair in the corner to rest. you reluctantly do so and fall asleep without a second thought.

maccready is left on duty as you snooze away. and he thinks about it even more, how it would feel to wake up next to you and spend morning, noon and night by your side. maybe you’d be even more softer with him then.

hours later, you wake up to the makeshift alarm maccready had made you through broken parts. he looks over to you sleeping on the couch where he put you.

“hey, it’s okay, sleep s’more,” he tells you. maccready walks over to you snug on the loveseat with his jacket strewn across your shoulders to keep you warm. you blink at him and wipe your eyes. “you’re much cuter when you sleep than when you run your mouth at me.”

you sit up and grab your rifle that was leaning against the armrest.

“no, i got it,” you yawn out. maccready ruffles your hair and pulls his jacket off of you. “your turn to rest, maccready. i’ve got this.”

you hold your weapon in your hand, but you’re already dozing off to sleep. maccready chuckles, reaching out a hand to hold your face gently up.

“no, you poor thing, you’re already fallin’ back asleep.” he says to you.

“what about you?” you hum out to him, “you haven’t slept yet.”

“i’ll manage,” he replies. you sit up more, tugging at his hand. “what?”

“come rest with me,” you ask pf him. maccready freezes up at your voice. “we’re relatively to diamond city’s security radius. we’ll be up in a few hours anyway to meet valentine.”

he doesn’t complain when you make him squish beside you on the couch. you face away from him with your legs thrown off the side of the armrest. maccready faces forward, his own rifle placed against the other armrest. you mutter out a small ‘goodnight’ before you start sleeping again.

maccready cannot think. his shoulder is squished against your back and he can feel your body heat radiating onto him. you’re just so warm, and he is so uncomfortable.

he carefully pulls his arm out from behind you, unsure as to where to put it until you lean against his side. maccready slowly rests his arm around you.

“goodnight,” he mumbles out quietly to you. you stir a little, turning your head against his shoulder. “damn it…”

he doesn’t breathe a word as he leans towards you and presses a kiss to the back of your head. his fingers dance across your side, not enough to tickle you but enough to drag your warmth along his fingertips. you let out a hum of serenity as you slip your fingers through his and hold his hand.

maybe you were inviting him. but he knew better than to just assume. he needed you to say it.

maccready kept a slick arm around your waist as you two slept. to be honest, it was the best sleep he had gotten in a while.

the morning comes with the smell of smoke hitting the air.

you open your eyes a little to see the morning light shine through the cracks of the curtains. you crane your neck to the side to see diamond city’s greatest detective leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his synthetic lips.

“mornin’, sunshine,” nick calls out from his spot. you rub your eyes and stare at him. “how was you’re lil’ nap with maccready?”

“have you been here long?” you ask as you turn your body towards him. maccready’s head gently falls onto your shoulder. he must’ve been more tired than you. maccready’s arm tangles up in yours. “sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“only about five minutes, kid,” he responds, “now wake your mercenary up, we gotta’ hit the road.”

he leaves the two of you alone in the room and makes his way outside to wait at the entrance. you finally lift yourself up from your seat, squatting in front of maccready as he continues to sleep. a smile dawns on your face as you tap the rim of his hat.

“wake up, maccready,” you chuckle out. he makes an irritated face before opening his eyes. “valentine’s already waiting for us. let’s get going. i’ll pack us something for the road.”

he’s still a bit in a daze as he stands up on his wobbly legs. he fixes his hat and goes to grab his rifle. you watch as he misses a few times, still swaying side to side.

“now who can barely stay awake?” you joke. you hold onto his shoulders to keep him up. he stretches his arms as you look at his tired state. “c’mon, fix yourself up.”

“yeah, yeah, just… just gimme’ a sec.” he yawns out. you smile at him.

“i’ll wait downstairs. don’t take too long.” you tell him.

he nods before you gently tug him forward and kiss his cheek. you linger for just a moment, long enough for him to come to his senses. a hand comes around to hold your by your hip. it feels like all his blood has rushed to his face and he is now awake.

as you pull away, you pat his cheek before you grab your gun and leave him be. maccready is left standing there, staring at the exit. maybe you were just being nice to him. you hired him to be your shooter, not your boyfriend.

he groans as he wipes his face. you were the best boss he could’ve ever asked for. hopefully you were gonna’ let him stick around.

[wassertoffatom]

Thighs (RJ MacCready x F!Reader)

Master List

Also Posted on A03

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Thigh Riding, Dirty Talk, Alcohol, Semi-Public Sex, Language

Word Count: 1.7

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Magnolia’s smooth voice resonates through the subway, barely drowning out the voices of people talking outside the VIP lounge. Not that you pay them any attention. Instead, you’re laughing at MacCready who pouts on the couch next to you. “It’s not that funny.”

He’s probably right, it’s probably not that funny, but with the alcohol coursing through your body, you find it down right hilarious. Shaking your head in denial, you place a hand on his shoulder, steading yourself as you struggle to regain your breath. “I’m sorry, Mac. I didn’t mean to laugh.” He frowns again, knowing damn well that you just lied to his face. The truth is, you love making fun of him. It’s an unspoken thing between the two of you where you joke on each other all the time, all in good fun. It makes the long nights and even longer walks tolerable.

“Yeah, sure. Laugh it up all you want. I know something that you don’t.” You sober right up. It’s clear he’s baiting you, but what does he know that you don’t? Should you take the bait? MacCready smirks, knowing he can play you like a fiddle right now and you wouldn’t even know it. Spreading his legs, he lifts his hips and readjusts his pants, arching back into a stretch to reveal his toned stomach. “Guess you don’t want to know what I know, huh boss?”

At the sight of his spread thighs, heat blooms under your cheeks. What does he know? “Alright MacCready. I’ll bite. What do you know that I somehow don't?”

His hands fall to his thighs, veins popping out underneath his skin as he spreads his legs a little wider. Your mouth goes dry. “I know you have a thing for thighs.” Oh shit.

“That’s a weird thing to have a fetish for,” you comment casually, looking down at your cuticles and pretending to take interest in them, avoiding his blown pupils. From beside you, MacCready lets out a huff of annoyance. 

“Don’t deny it. I see how you look at Danse’s legs. Hell, even Deacon’s.” He hesitates, taking a sip of his drink for the extra confidence boost. “I know how you look at mine.”

Oh no, oh no, oh no. He’s onto you. Shit, silently cursing to yourself, you tilt your head to look at the young mercenary. “One, Danse is built like a damn bodybuilder. His muscles are defined as hell, which takes hella work getting them that detailed. It was an art during prewar. Totally normally to appreciate the dedication that a person takes for their body. Two, Deacon has something in his pocket that only appears when he crouches down and I’m curious as to what it is. Three, I like your bandolier. I’m thinking abo-,” you’re cut short when large hands reach over and wrap around your waist, dragging you onto his lap, your body facing him. “What are you doing?”

“I want to test something,” MacCready whispers against your ear, shifting you to where his left leg is slotted between yours, hands not leaving your hips. Not knowing exactly where he’s going with his demonstration, you try, and fail, to stifle a moan when his leg flexes. “Ha! I knew it.”

Swatting your hands against his chest, he laughs as you curse him out, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “MacCready you’re such a dick, you asshole.”

“Woah woah, no need to call me that. I’m not the one with a thigh fetish. And for the record, you’re still sitting on my thigh.” You rush to get off his thigh, but his hands hold firm on your hips. “Not that I mind.”

Well, this is just embarrassing. You want to scream. To cry. To run away and never see him again. Maybe you should join your former - dead - husband back in the vault. “MacCready, let me go.”

“No way. Not a chance in hell,” he raises his leg slightly, flexing his muscles again against your core and you really wish that you were not here. “You’re clearly into it.”

“It’s embarrassing-” again, you’re cut off from your thoughts by a pair of lips on yours. You and MacCready had never really put a label on what you were. Hell, you didn’t even know that he liked you like that, but with the way his leg continues to flex against your body and his lips fold against yours, it’s clear that he feels the same way. Pulling away, you look down at him, a lopsided smirk on his face, one hand holding onto you and the other reaching between his legs, unclipping his buckle, the bandolier falling onto the couch beneath you. “Mac?”

“Use me.”

“I- what? Huh?” His hand joins the other on your hips, bouncing you further up on his leg, slowly dragging your hips back and forth, causing a whimper to tumble from your lips. 

“Use my thigh like I know you want to.” He can tell that there’s hesitation. He can also tell that you just need a little extra push. “I want you to use my thigh to get yourself off.” 

Words can not begin to explain your thoughts. For all he talks about not having a filthy mouth, that surely didn’t include during sex. “Mac.”

“Bobby. Call me Bobby.” His blown pupils stare up at you as your hips start to move on their own, no longer needing guidance from his hands as your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of your clothed sex rubbing against his thigh. “Do you want to do this in your pants or do you want to get out of them?” Eyes snapping open, you peer down at him before getting off of his lap. You watch as his eyes drink you up like he’s dying of thirst and you’re the only water on this damned planet. Slowly, you move your hands to your belt, undoing the buckle before moving to the zipper. Toeing off your shoes, you allow your pants to fall to the floor before kicking them off, not ignoring the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Readjusting his legs, you can clearly see the evident enjoyment that he’s getting out of this. “Come here.” 

You don’t need to be told twice as you’re practically throwing yourself back onto his leg, your own resting comfortably on either side. Picking up your activity, you let a low moan spill from your kiss swollen lips at the feeling of rough fabric rubbing against your damn underwear,  arms bracing themselves on his shoulders. 

“Yeah, that’s right, slow and steady.” One of his hands roams the expanse of your bare thigh, causing shudders to ripple across your skin, while the other gently squeezes your breast from under your shirt. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” His fingers tweak a nipple as your hips rock against his leg languidly. “You’re the most gorgeous woman in the Commonwealth and here you are, making a mess of yourself on my thigh.” Your breathing hitches in your throat at his words, head tossing back as he leans up, placing sloppy wet kisses on the column of your throat, purposely jerking his leg up into you. “Been thinking about you for so long. How you would feel sitting all pretty on my dick.”

“Mac-” you moan out, hips thrusting with more intent as your hands dig into his shoulder. A sharp slap against your thigh causing you to let out a gasp of surprise. “Bobby,” it’s breathless as you pant, the feeling of his thigh twitching between your legs sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Been also thinking about how you would taste on my tongue. I bet you would taste sweeter than honey.” His goatee tickles your throat as his hands find purchase on your hips, grounding you into him, the fabric of his pants catching your covered clit.

“Bobby please.” You feel your orgasm slowly creep up on you, your hips rutting wildly against his thigh. “God, please.” Your head falls forward, burying itself in the crook of his neck.

“Do I make you feel good?” His leg begins to bounce up and down as you squirm, rubbing yourself shamelessly against him. “Tell me how I make you feel.”

“So good Bobby. Make me feel so good,” you can’t really process your mumblings but you can feel the knot getting tighter and tighter. “So close.”

Nodding his head, one of his hands reaches between your legs, fingers pulling your underwear to the side to expose your cunt, causing you to hiss at the cold air but jump when his thumb rubs against your swollen clit in tight circles. A sob erupting from your throat. “Come on (Y/N), cum for me,” his lips find your sweet spot as he nibbles, thumb still rolling against your clit as his leg continues to bounce you up and down. “Be a good girl and cum on my thigh.”

A loud moan echoes through the VIP Section as your body convulses, and if it wasn’t for MacCready dragging you into his body you thought for sure you would’ve fallen off his thigh. “That’s it. That’s it. Good girl. You did such a good job,” his voice is strained against your ear as he continues to rub you, coaxing you through your orgasm. “So gorgeous on top of me.”

Slowly stopping your hips, the blood in your ears drain as your senses come back. “God, that was so good.”

“I knew you would like it,” he smirks as you slip off his thigh onto the spot next to him, a dark green spot standing out against the rest of his pants and his eyes stare intensely at it. “That was insanely hot, you know.”

“Mac?”

“Hmm?” He rips his eyes from the spot on his pants to your body, chest heaving up and down, the neon light causing your breasts to glisten with sweat.

“What does this make us?"

He hesitates for a second before a lopsided smile graces his face. “Well, I know I’d definitely like to do that again, if you want to.”

“I definitely do,” you wink at him before throwing your leg over his waist, hovering over his raging hardon. “Now how about I help you out with that?”

“I’d love nothing better.” His lips capture yours in a fight for dominance, the both of you forgetting exactly where you are and whose establishment you’re in.

@friviott

[everydayyoulovemeless]

[MacCready Idolizes You]

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » Headcanons based on how MacCready treats you once Idolized.

MacCready pulls you into the biggest hug after you help get the serum for him. He's so incredibly grateful and might even start crying into your shoulder if you hug him back.

The entire event has made him consider giving Duncan a middle name based on you, but he won't tell you that. Nevertheless, fully expect to take on the role of his Godfather/mother cause you've already been given it, whether you wanted to or not.

He likes to take borrow some of the magazines and comics you've collected. A lot of the time you'll find him just sitting in the corner flipping through them.

MacCready actually really likes to help the settlers with their farm. Every night he'll come over to your house and drop off some vegetables for you.

Likes to see how many gunners either of you can snipe within a certain time period. It's a therapeutic game for him.

He loves hiking across the Commonwealth with caravans and would gladly bring you along to camp and joke around with as you defended the traders.

MacCready loves going to pubs with you, even if neither of you ends up drinking. There’s just something so refreshing about sitting in a booth at the Dugout Inn and telling each other stories of your past.

Throws his hat on top of your head a lot.

He relies a lot on you to keep him in check on whether he’s being a good person or not. He feels like he's in the clear whenever you allow him around Shaun.

When you both feel ready, he’ll ask if he can bury the little toy soldier he gave Lucy with something sentimental of your spouse’s to really give them both the proper burial they deserved.

He’ll end up being your roommate whether you wanted him to or not. He can’t help but feel comfortable around you and in your home, so he just kinda moves in.

Just cause y’all are closer doesn’t mean he’s stopped being your hired bodyguard. Just keep it in mind anytime someone starts an argument with you.

He'll make a very sorry attempt at decorating whenever you dismiss him to a settlement. He tries his best, he's just horrible at interior design.

Very physically affectionate. He likes to throw his arm around you or even just simply pat your back whenever the two of you survived something dangerous.

Honestly, though, MacCready's just happy to have found a close bond like he remembered having at Little Lamplight. It means a lot that you've put up with him for this long and, at this point, there's nothing you could do to get rid of him.