#that could be way too flashing though so maybe i wont do that

[lemonskinktober]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 > this is kinda short because i’m not feeling it today but am still pushing through to write!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 > smut w afab! reader, size kink, tito’s down bad, down devious, itto just in general

itto’s dick disappeared into the warmth of your sweet, sweet pussy.

he was so overwhelmingly big— ah, you could hardly take him sometimes.

“oh-oh.. you… are really tight, y’know.” itto let out a slightly uncomfortable noise, but his smile never disappeared.

it had been a while since you last did all this with him— maybe you just weren’t prepared enough for him now.

but you’d find a way!! surely you would— your cute cunny would resist any longer would it?

though you knew you had trouble taking him, you couldn’t help yourself!!

his cock was so appealingly large.

oh but it hurt so fucking bad— but felt so good at the same time.

you choke out a moan as your walls clamped around his long member.

itto blinked a couple of times. “hey now does it hurt? i can stop if it hurts!” he gave you sympathetic look.

“n-no itto… it hurts but— please keep going i..” you couldn’t even find the right words.

“feels good too, y’know?” you say, imitating his way of speaking.

itto flashed another smile at you— god he looked so pure and innocent, even though he was about the fuck the shit out of you with that big pretty cock of his.

his eyes then flickered down to your intertwined sex’s… and he pushed himself a little further in you— causing a strained moan from you.

at this point you could even see the bludge in was making in your stomach..

“should i keep going?” he raised a eyebrow.

“y-yes please… keep moving itto, love.” you whimper, arching your back ever so slightly.

only presenting your striking figure to him even more.

“i… i wont go easy on you today. i want to show everyone your mine.” another push. more than halfway there.

“e-everyone already knows i’m yours…” you struggled to say in between moans.

“yes but… still.” he placed his hands on your hips, digging his sharp nails into the soft flesh.

“ow! itto!”

“shush, that’s probably gonna hurt the least.”

before you could say anything back he shoved his whole length into you.

“ah!” moans immediately flowed out of your pretty mouth— and your head tilted back.

“itto-itto.. m-my god..” you were practically drooling from the mouth at this point.

his little whore who was oh so hungry for his large cock was now finally getting it.

and what were they? a mess.

itto would make you even more of a mess by the time you were finished.

oh yes, his mess.

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[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Tattoo’’- C.S.

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synopsis: Chris and his girlfriend, Evelyn, are dared by Chris’ brothers Matt and Chris to get ‘matching’ tattoos, as punishment for loosing a challenge for their video.

pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Evelyn (she/her)

warnings: cussing, dirty jokes, suggestive content, getting a tattoo.

-

“No fucking way we lost ALL of those!” Chris’ jaw drops as he looks at his girlfriend, Evelyn, in shock.

“Well, you did! So now we get to choose your punishment!” Nick said, letting out a fake evil laugh.

They were in teams for a youtube video, Matt and his girlfriend- Layla- and Nick with Larray.

“Bitchhh i just got an idea!!” Larray giggled as he pulled all four of them in a huddle, Chris and Evelyn giving each other worried looks.

The couple heard a few giggles from the group, before they broke apart.

“Okay, so,” Layla started. “you have two options. one, you get ‘matching’ tattoos. they could be something small and simple, or something that doesn’t even really go together- like a sun and a moon. that way, the tattoos even work by themself. two, you guys take us all on a all expenses paid trip to the Bahamas AND a cruise. Meaning, you’d pay for the plane tickets, hotel rooms, food, cruise tickets, everything.” Layla smirked. “So, which is it?” she asked.

“what! thats not fair!” chris pouted. the boy had money, but he sure as hell doesn’t want to waste it all on a trip. He also has no tattoos, and being honest, he didnt really have any desire to get one.

“yes it is! you lost bitch!” Larray laughed, and Chris groaned.

Evelyn already had a few tattoos, like Matt, Nick, and Larray, so she was definitely leaning more towards the tattoo option.

“Chris, how ‘bout we just do the tattoo? something badass, or small; so you wont regret it? Its WAY cheaper than a trip to the Bahamas alone.” Chris rolled his eyes.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” he shook his head, and the group cheered.

“well, there you have it! Chris and Ev will be getting tattoos! maybe that will be next weeks vlog. Hell, maybe even me and Matt will get one.” Nick shrugged.

“YOU REALLY WANNA GET MATCHING TATTOOS?!” Evelyn yelled, grabbing Chris’ arm in excitement.

“Yeah, yeah.. i guess. i swear though, im not doing anything stupid. no cringey shit.” Chris fake gagged, and Evelyn rolled her eyes.

“oh, shut up you big baby. Ill go look for some ideas! Layla, Larray, come with me!” Evelyn rushed off to somewhere else in the house, Larray and Layla following close behind.

“hey! im gay too y’know!” Nick called out after them, but shrugged and walked over to the camera.

“fuck.” Chris grumbled as he sat on the couch.

“whats up?” Matt asked his younger brother as he sat next to him.

“what do you thinks up, matt. I have to get a tattoo,” Chris sighed. “man, that shits gonna hurt so bad, and i really dont wanna do it.” Chris whined, putting his head in his hands. Being honest, the pain was the least of his worries. What if Evelyn ever dumps him? Every time he would look at the tattoo, he’d be reminded of her. But he couldn’t say that.

“hey, its no big deal.” Matt reassured his brother, placing his hand on his back. “They dont hurt bad, i promise. Ev won’t pick anything you wont like, and i doubt she’d pick something big, so you wont have to be there for long. and hey, we can make the appointment, and if you really dont wanna do this, we can cancel it. i dont think the fans will be upset.” Matt nodded, and chris sat up.

“yeah, your right. ill be okay. thanks, matt.” Chris nodded up at his brother, who flashed him a smile and walked over to Nick with the camera.

Chris heard his and Matt’s girlfriends squealing, and Larry chuckling. God, Evelyn warmed his heart so much. He wouldn’t say it, but he loves her. They’ve been dating for only a few months, maybe five or six, and Matt and Layla have been dating for around seven or eight months.

“Chris!” The brown haired boy heard his girlfriend yell, as the three of them bursted out of the hallway.

“hm?” Chris looked up at her.

“Whats wrong, baby?” Her smile quickly faded and her eyebrows furrowed, as she sat next to him. She placed her hand on his leg, and he looked at her.

He made eye contact with her, and leaned in for a small kiss.

“Oh. Was that all, silly?” Evelyn giggled. Chris shook his head and wrapped both arms around Evelyn, as he pulled her into him.

“your my everything,” he spoke. “I think i love you, Ev..” he looked at the girl who’s head was on his chest.

“really..?” she asked, as chris held his breath. He nodded. “Oh my god, chris!! I love you too!” she laughed and pulled him into a loving kiss. Their lips moved in sync before Chris pulled away.

“I’m glad,” he smiled, his face red, as he placed his forehead against Evelyn’s.

The whole house cheered and laughed, congratulating the two as if they just got proposed.

“See, Ev! I told you!” Layla jumped, rushing over to give her best friend a hug.

“Yeah, yeah!” Evelyn rolled her eyes and got off of her boyfriend.

“Proud of you, man.” Matt nodded at his younger brother, as they did their ‘secret’ handshake.

“thanks.” Chris smiled, and Evelyn whipped back around.

“Wait! I forgot to show you the tattoo!” Evelyn quickly sat back down beside Chris, as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “What do you think about these ones?” She asked, showing him her phone.

The image was of spiders, seemingly black widows.

“holy fuck! Those are dope!” Chris laughed, grabbing the phone to show nick and matt, who were standing behind the couch.

“Thats sick!” Nick laughed, pointing at the phone.

“See, man, told ya she wouldn’t pick somethin’ ya didn’t like.” Matt shrugged, and Chris glared at him.

-A WEEK LATER-

“ready?” the tattooist asked as she held the needle close to a worried Chris, his girlfriends’ hand in his. She had already gotten hers done, along with the rest of the group getting tiny ones, Chris being the last one left.

“mhm,” he nodded, as he felt the needle touch his skin. “ow ow ow-“ he squeezed Evelyn’s hand, as she kissed it gently.

“you’re doing great, baby.” She reassured him, as nick held the camera aiming at him.

“mhm..” he grunted.

“bet thats what he sounds like in bed,” Larray joked, as Chris and Evelyn gasped.

“Larray!” Evelyn yelled, and everyone, besides chris, laughed. He found it funny as fuck, he was just too occupied by the needle poking in and out of his skin.

About twenty minutes into the tattoo, chris spoke up again.

“it doesn’t hurt bad anymore,” he sighed, as he slowly let go of Evelyn’s hand. Matt and Layla were talking, and Nick and Larray were, so Evelyn just patiently waited by her boyfriends side.

“see?” Evelyn joked, and chris mocked her.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” he scolded.

The group waited for around an hour, and Chris’ tattoo was finally done.

He slowly stood up, and admired it in the mirror.

“This looks sick as fuck,” he smiled, pulling Evelyn by his side so he could see the matching tattoos.

He pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture.

“this ones’ goin on the photo dump,” he said as he gently kissed Evelyn’s shoulder.

-

@bernardenjoyer

[beefboyandbabygirl]

can i request pleasee? wonwoo oneshot based on taylor swift's song "the very first night" because i'm in need of smutty with extra fluffy in it ☹️😔

Very First Night

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

pairing: ex!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, exes to lovers

warnings: this is SMUT MDNI!, oral (f receiving), regular smegular missionary, making out, exes getting back together, brief mentions of clubbing and alcohol, petnames (baby, darling)

quotes from beefboy: "it's FIERCE" (sorry thats the only one i dont feel like scrolling thru all our messages AHHA)

wordcount: 1k

a/n: first request yaaay!! i know im a little late into the game by now (my summer vacay is pretty packed lol), but in case ur confuuuuused, hiii im the bbygirl to the beefboy (aka user @joshibambi), im taking care of all the requests xx. And im gonna be v honest here and say i hadn't heard this song until this request lol, but i took this task SERIOUSLY and i love basing fics on songs (i make a playlist for all of beefboys fics, its true), so like keep em coming. i rlly hope u like it!! (this was a v long a/n lmao i promise they wont all b like this).

You watched his name on your phone screen, displayed in your contacts in a row amongst many other w-names. Wiliam, Wade, Walter- Who the fuck was Wylan? You tried to pay attention to any other name but his.

Wonwoo.

And then you thought, fuck it. It wasn’t like things had ended on bad terms. They had ended on we-are-busy-and-maybe-we-should-try-something-new terms. It was easy. An honest talk on the couch during a chilly Friday afternoon, and you had decided it was the best option. For the both of you.

And it was only after the fourth weekend out with your friends after the breakup, you realized what had happened.  

You missed him. You missed him so bad, you wished you could abandon the strong drinks and sweaty air of the bar that reminded you so much of your very first night with him. But you didn’t. You didn’t say a word as you danced under flashes of pink and red with strangers. Nobody knew.

Nobody knew how much you missed him. Not until now.

“Hello?” 

He sounded confused, maybe even a little startled when he answered your call. Maybe you should have told your friends so they could have talked you out of this afterall.

“Hey Wonwoo.”

“Hey…”

You realized you hadn’t actually planned what you were going to do from here. 

“Do you- Like, wanna come over?”

It went silent on the other end again, and the question echoed in your head, suddenly sounding pretty wrong.

“I mean- Not like that, just like if you wanna talk, you know? Catch up and stuff, I just wanna make sure you’re okay and-“

“Y/n, let me stop you right there.”

Well. That didn’t seem too good.

“I, uh- Okay, fuck, this is really embarrasing, but I’m- I’m already here.”

“…What the fuck?”

“Yeah, and I was gonna do this whole- I don’t know this whole thing, and now you’ve ruined it, actually. So thank you.”

The familiar sarcastic tone of his voice made you giggle as you got up from the couch and sauntered towards the door.

“Really? What kinda thing?”

You were teasing him now, but hell, you had already decided to call your ex on a lonely late night. Might as well go all out.

“This whole…Romantic thing, I know it’s stupid, I’m sorry, but I just-“

Before he could continue, you pushed the door open, and there he was. Not a particularly spectacular sight, to the average person. Dressed in sweats with his glasses (your favorite pair. The slutty ones), sliding down his nose a little, exposing the fact that he probably ran all the way up the stairs. 

And still he was beautiful. The most beautiful you’d ever seen him.

“…So do we talk first, or do you wanna-?”, he asked. 

“I was thinking fuck first, talk second?”

“I wanna kiss you first though.”

“Kissing is an integral part of sex.”

“I know, but I wanna kiss you now.”

“Was that your romantic thing? Burst into my apartment and kiss me?”

He shrugged.

“I figured you’d like it.”

You took a step closer to him.

“You were right.”

At some point during the kiss you both made it past your doorstep, lips pressed together tightly and limbs intertwined in all sorts of impossible ways. 

Once again you were brought back to your first night together. How you practically jumped into his car, and he pressed the gas as hard as he could, and the lights and neon signs were so pretty it felt like they were there just for you. How you stumbled through the hotel room door all smitten and giggling, the sounds of the busy city life behind the window not even coming close to drowning out the sound of your pounding hearts. It was written in the sky that night, the longing, the want, the need you felt for each other. 

You were brought back to the present when the air got punched out of your lungs, as your back hit the mattress of your bed. Wonwoo crawled on top of you, his eyes meeting yours. 

You kissed again. Your limbs intertwined again, and clothes flew all over your room as you scrambled to get back to each other after all this time. you knew then and there that your very first night together was going to be incomparable to this feeling. This feeling, in this moment. 

His lips kissed their way down your body, not leaving a single spot missed until he met your clit, his nose brushing against it ever so lightly. 

“Don’t tease, Won- Ah.”

He couldn’t dream of teasing. Not now, when you were right here, and even though he didn’t get to tell you the words he had memorized, he couldn’t really care. Not when all he could think of at this moment, with his lips wrapped around your clit and tongue prodding at your hole, was you.

“God, so fucking good, missed this fucking pussy”, he mumbled into your dripping core as you gripped his hair tighter and gave in to the inevitable urge to grind against his tongue. 

“I know you’re close baby, come on. Cum for me darling.”

With one last flick of his skilled tongue you were falling over the edge, a rush running through your body that couldn’t compete with any other feeling.

Still in a daze, his chin coated in your wetness, Wonwoo made his way back up your body until his lips were on your neck and his hard cock was grinding against you. 

“Need you Won, need you so bad, please.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, as you ran your nails down his toned back and nipped at his earlobe in a desperate attempt to get him to do something. Anything. Everything.

“I know, I know. Need you too baby, you have no idea.”

He was almost panting, and soon enough his struggling breaths became a long content sigh as your sweet pleas and whines had him pushing into you, your familiar warmth sucking him in.

His thrusts were sharp and deep and fucking perfect. You didn’t want it fast, didn’t want it hard or rough, you wanted it real, wanted it to be just him and you and nothing else.

“Do you know-“

Now he was truly out of breath, heavy sighs and grunts tumbling from his swollen lips right next to your ear as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“-How much i missed you? Missed you so fucking much, I should have never, fuck, never let anything get in the way.”

God, how nice it felt to know he had missed you. And how nice it felt for someone to finally know how much you had missed him. 

Between a hundred more I missed you-es, you dragged each other through the fall, him after you (ever the gentleman), and between many quick kisses and a few drowsy ones you fell asleep in his arms. 

Just like the very first night.

[silversodas]

What Happened Between Crimson and Moxxie’s Mom?

The flash back Moxxie had paints an interesting story, and it also gives Crimson a more interesting motive then “because he’s an asshole” the first thing I noticed is that he is definitely jealous of Moxxie

Moxxie can’t cut his stake on his own so Mama cuts it for him

Crimson has this odd tension about him, which could be read as him being annoyed that Moxxie couldn’t cut his own food, but this tension is held inward it’s not projected out to Moxxie, which is why Moxxie doesn’t even notice.

He is glaring at Moxxie’s mom but the tension is still held inward, showing he is conflicted about something.

People have mentioned that him getting angry at her pulling away from this is a sign of aggression and it is, but it’s also interesting that the initiation of the touch was not, it’s almost timid, it’s careful. All this together gives the impression that Crimson is jealous of the affection she shows Moxxie and he wants her to want to give that to him and she turns him down flat.

It’s possible that when dating the relationship was not working out, but then she gets pregnant. It’s often herd that women use pregnancy to tie down a guy, but men can do that too. Did he threaten to take Moxxie? I mean it’s possible, but maybe he didn’t have to. When guys try to keep a girl through pregnancy he doesn’t have to threaten with responsibility, it’s actually easier just to make it more appealing that she won’t have to do it alone and that he’s gonna be there for her and the baby. And if he was already rich that probably made it a much more attractive option then being a single mother in literal Hell.

But unsurprisingly, trying to keep someone who might not even be that into you makes for a vary unhappy marriage.

This is possibility #1 possibility #2 is “I love you, but I never should have had a kid with you”

It’s possible that Moxxie’s Mom is a morally gray person that was perfectly fine with her husband’s work, her being a woman, in crimsons eyes, ment she didn’t have to get her hands dirty. I also think it’s a possibility because she was never afraid of Crimson, hinting at a trust that he wouldn’t hurt her even though he has the power to do so with a snap of his fingers, but that could be because she was trying to stay brave for Moxxie both are plausible. What I am getting at is that having children can change you and your relationship drastically, so it’s possible that they were on the same page and she was still in love with him, until they became parents. Like the shooting range for example

She was fine with Moxxie learning to use a fire arm, what she wasn’t ok with was Crimson teaching Moxxie to kill people.

If you look closely you see Moxxie’s moms silhouette in the background, Crimson is looking to her first before teaching Moxxie. Almost like he is making sure she is watching. And she never felt powerless to do anything, she didn’t hesitate to shove the gun back into crimson’s hands and walk off without a word. So it gives me the impression he is looking for her approval, that he is contributing to Moxxie’s shooting lesson. And him being angry at her taking Moxxie and leaving the shoot range tells me one of two things

1) His Mom has been rebuffing Crimsons attempts to teach Moxxie the family business for years and it’s frustrating him that she wont see it his way already

2) Crimson doesn’t see where being a better person gets you, so it makes perfect sense to make Moxxie like them. And it pisses him off because before Moxxie was born, to her, this was the good life, before she got pregnant she would happily sit in his lap while he talked to her about his day as long as he didn’t bring work home and get blood on her carpet. But NOW she has a moral compass? NOW that life isn’t good enough for our son?

I admit I like possibility #2 because it would be relatable, my brother used to run with people who liked drugs and a little after high school too, and it’s heartbreaking to learn who is actually your friend and who was only your friend in a certain circumstance, like he was just part of the indulgence. I work at a bar and that’s happened to a couple of regulars too. They had more drinking friends then actual friends.

It would also be interesting if she was ok with her life with Crimson, but wanted her son to be better then them, not be like them. And this difference in priority caused her to fall out of love with Crimson, but there is one more thing that makes me think of possibility #2

It’s when his mother is gone and it’s just them now. Crimson is full on hate glaring at Moxxie, I think it’s to show he blames Moxxie for their relationship going bad, to me this glare says “everything was fine until YOU showed up”.

But then again He could just be blaming Moxxie for his relationship issues simply because he can and her loving Moxxie more is also Moxxie’s fault, the alternative is blaming himself and he isn’t about to do that.

And as for Moxxie being born in the Wrath Ring, his parents either 1) didn’t get married till after he was born or 2) she already tried leaving Crimson once because she wanted her baby away from that life style, straight up Kill Bill style but he found her and either threatened her or convinced her to come back by convincing her he was a better financial option for the baby

But it’s just a theory

[kroialt]

sharing this little thing I did for my oc x canon ship 👀 This is Khro’a Tsrafmi, my oc, and recom Mansk from the movie Avatar The Way Of Water! more info will be posted about them soon maybe idk hehe quick summary of their story so far tho: Mansk survives the events of Avatar 2 and is found and imprisoned by Khro’a and the others. Khro’a and Mansk get closer etc. neytiri jake moment buT mansk still betrays khro’a in the end and gets rescued by the rda cause angst is yummy LMAOO 🤪 🤪 🤪 ❤️ ❤️they also obv like each other but wont admit it ha h a ANYWAY I also wrote a thingy for this illust too  🤪 ❤️ ❤️ ‎  ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ‎ 

BETRAYAL

Khro’a had expected this. He had told himself that he would prepare for the worst case scenario. Yet when the worst had arrived, he was full of uncontrollable anger and also…something else he dared not to admit- He was heartbroken. As ridiculous as it sounds, he has become fond of the mysterious and silent man. Khro'a thought he saw more in him than simply another dangerous recom warrior but I guess he thought wrong.

Memories of them getting closer and even almost knowing each other to a really personal level, flashed through his mind as he stood there in the middle of the burning forest as everyone’s frantically trying to escape the sky people’s attacks.

Mansk stands next to Lyle Wainfleet across the chaos from where Khro’a is at. They were far from each other but not far enough to see where both of them were standing. “Good work, Mansk!” Lyle shouts, patting Mansk on the shoulder to make sure he heard him over all the loud noises of gunshots firing and crackling wood in the fire. “Lets get you the fuck out of here.”

Before they leave, Mansk and Khro’a make eye contact. Khro’a, doing his best not to get swayed by his emotions, stops himself from running headfirst towards the man to finish him in one go with his blades. All he could do was hiss back angrily at their direction as hot tears streamed down his face. If only he had been carrying his gun, he would have already shot Mansk by this point. You could only see a mixture of disappointment, rage, and despair on Khro'a's face at that moment.

Mansk witnessed everything. But he held a blank expression. At least that's what Khro'a, whose vision was already a little fuzzy, could see. Even though a lot of things happened so quickly, everything still seemed to move slowly.

Mansk still looking at Khro’a’s expressions and taking it all in, Its clear to see that he had completely broken his “friend’s” trust. Khro'a claims he never trusted Mansk, but Mansk didn't buy it because he could generally read Khro'a right away. Mansk was aware that Khro'a had some faith in him and hoped, deep down in his mind and heart, that this wouldn't happen.

The two took a second after khro’a looks away and immediately helps out other na’vis escape as they run deep into the woods, away from the sky people. Mansk turns his back from the forest and finally follows Lyle, who was standing by one of the RDA's gunships for him. “Everything is a part of the mission. It's what I have to do as a recom soldier." Mansk quietly reminds himself the most basic cliche ass shit ever. (SorryLMAO)

These kinds of situations don't allow for feelings. You must be an absolute fool if you fall for any of that nonsense. Khro'a and Mansk knew that very well. They shouldn't get involved, so they never expected anything to happen between them.

So why does it still hurt a little even when you expected THIS to happen? Why hope that things might change at all?

[fluffshisuga]

A Festive Outing (Xavier x Reader)

Hello again it's me, I'm back, Ik hold your applause. Anyway, here's a fluffy Xavier x reader i made.

Warnings: None, there's no mention of the reader's gender, its all just fluff. Tooth rotting. It's *Checks Word* 2676 words of just fluff. See what i do for you guys?

     A small break from classes was always needed, especially if you went to Nevermore. There was never a dull day in that school, and the town next door wasn’t very welcoming to its fellow students. The idea of a time away from both Nevermore and Jericho was a dream in many of their minds, but when Xavier went up to you holding up two tickets to a winter festival, it was as if you had fallen asleep. How Xavier managed to get his hands of those tickets, you didn’t ask, too excited to go somewhere new and to do it with one of your closest friends. You had quickly set up to your room, putting on your warmest jacket and boots, and grabbing some cash to take with you. You met Xavier near the gates of the school, bundled up in a scarf and thick jacket. You talked the whole way there, while it was mainly you rambling about what you wanted to see while you were there, Xavier kept an eye on your surroundings, knowing that the news stated that snow would be coming in later that night.

      Colourful lights greeted you as you got closer. Small flashes of red, blue, green, and gold light up the ground before you and you start to walk faster to the gate. “Xavier, hurry up! We’re right there!” You shouted, skipping a bit into the air as you turned to your friend. Xavier watched you carefully as he hurried to catch up to you, huffing in response as he finally reached your side. “We have all day for this, Y/N. If you’re not careful we wont even be here ten minutes before you have to go to the hospital for something dumb like a twisted ankle from slipping on ice.” He stated, placing a hand onto your back to keep you steady. Your cheeks grew red as you thought about the idea of slipping, already getting embarrassed over something that hadn’t even happened yet. “Would you catch me, though?” You asked. Xavier stopped and turned to you, his hair falling slightly over his face, “Catch you?” You nodded in response. “Yeah. Catch me if I fell?” You raised an eyebrow as you looked up at Xavier, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. Xavier only shrugged. “Maybe, if you didn’t run off so fast maybe I’d be close enough to catch you.” Another huff left your lips as you rubbed your hands together.

      Xavier led you to the ticket booth, where he exchanged the tickets and took you by the hand to lead you into the park. He watched as your eyes sparkled as you scanned the area around you, the brilliant lights and decorations already bright like stars in the setting sun.  A giant tree in the very center of the festival was adorned with hundreds of lights, all giving off their own shine. He watched your lips quiver as you rubbed your hands together again, and how your nose was turning into a bright red. You looked up at him, a smile growing as you took note of how the lights illuminated his skin and made him glow.

      A small sneeze ruins the moment. You squeaked with each sneeze, and once the small war was over you shook your head, “sorry.” Xavier shook his head in response and took his scarf off, wrapping it carefully around your neck, playfully allowing parts of it to cover your face in the process. You could only huff as you tried to fix yourself, while Xavier only stood there, a small smile on his face as he watched you struggle. “Well, if you’re gonna just let me fight this, can you lead me to a bench please? I can’t see. “You asked, holding a hand out to grab his sleeve. A chuckle was all you got back as he took your hand, instantly warming it up in his grasp. He led you carefully to a bench decorated with small lights and candy canes and knelt in front of you. “I’ll be right back,” was all he said before he disappeared, leaving you to continue to unravel yourself.

       A few moments later Xavier returns, two cups in his hands and a smile on his face. You could see the steam rise from the cups as he got closer and felt yourself shiver in anticipation. “Hot chocolate?” He asked, sitting next to you and handing you a cup. You nodded and happily accepted the drink, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. It burned your tongue, but you kept a straight face as you noticed Xavier watching you, a smirk on his lips as he saw the slight wince. “Thank you, just what I needed.” You played it off and took a few more sips as the cold air cooled it down quickly. Xavier nodded in response and took sips of his own drink, looking around at the many sights that you could see. “Come on,” he says, getting up and holding out his hand. You titled your head slightly as you took his hand, a silent question evident. “Let’s go look at the lights.” He said, keeping a hold on your hand as you walked down lit up paths full of little displays of lights. You watched as the lights made it seem like the pictures they made were moving, Reindeer taking off for flight, lights made to look like snowflakes raining down of a snowy setting where snowmen were waving at guests. A giant candy cane adorned with lights loomed over the two of you as the lights switched from red to white.

      You made it to the giant tree in the center, with its lights shining brightly as you got close. “Wow!” was all you could breathe out as you stared in amazement. “Look how beautiful it is!” You exclaim, squeezing Xavier’s hand and looking up at him. The lights painted your face in colour. It was like he was staring at one of his own paintings, only he didn’t need to use his powers to make this one move. He felt a smile grow as he watched you marvel at the sight before you, taking in every detail and making a mental note to paint this very image when he got back. He didn’t even bother to look at the lights or tree; he felt that your smile was the warmest thing in the world, and that your eyes were brighter than the star at the very top of the tree before him. He watched as your eyes glided to look at every detail, eyes changing colour with each new light they landed on. A brush of a thumb over your knuckles made your cheeks turn even more red as you moved your head to look at Xavier, lips parted and pink from the cold.

      Before you could even say anything, though, a small snowflake drifted between the two of you, landing on your nose and quickly melting. You both smile as you look up to the sky, watching as more tiny flakes drifted down and around you. With the snow beginning to fall, the festival became a wonderland. You dragged Xavier to a big gingerbread house, standing before it as the snow came down faster and landing in your hair. “Xavier, look! Gingerbread men!” You laughed, pointing to the framework adorned with orange lights. You turned to see if he was paying attention, but he was nowhere to be found.

      You spun around, searching the area around you to find the tall boy, only to be hit in the back of the head with what felt like a bunch of snow. Turning, you locked eyes with Xavier, who had already started to make another snowball to throw at you. Shrieking, you took cover behind a gingerbread man, quickly gathering up snow of your own to fight back with. Another hit, just missing you due to the gingerbread man. You took the opportunity to throw a snowball, making a direct hit to Xavier’s chest. You laughed in triumph, grabbing another and making your way closer. You sneak around behind him, hoping to catch him off guard, and as you’re just feet away, he turns. Snow hits you in the face and you find yourself tackled to the ground. You try to wiggle free, but Xavier put his whole weight on you, holding you still. You try to brush the snow out of your face, but to no avail.

      Eventually Xavier helps you get the snow off, although most of it had already melted onto your skin, a smile on his face as he saw your red nose and cheeks finally. “That wasn’t fair, and you know it!” You laughed, still trying to wiggle out from under him. “I know.” Was all he said in response as he kept you pinned to the ground, taking in your features as the snowflakes continued to fall onto you. A small shiver told him to get off, and he helped you to your feet as you shuddered. “Now I’m even colder,” you scowled, rubbing your arms for warmth. Xavier took this chance to wrap his arms around you, embracing you to warm you up. He rubbed your back and messed with your hair as you buried your face into his chest, desperate to get warm. You pulled away, looking up at Xavier, “as much as I love our hugs, I’m still freezing, and you are too.” Xavier shook his head, taking your hand once again and walking towards a building, “always the observant one, huh?”

      You found yourself in Santa’s workshop. Small children moved past you as you ventured in, the warm air instantly warming you up. You turned your head to look around, eyes landing on what could only be Santa in a big red chair. “Oh my God, Xavier, look!” You shouted, squeezing his hand and directing him in the direction of Santa. “No, no way!” Xavier knew what you meant when you pointed towards the Santa, a camera pointing at the chair and a line of little children ready to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. You huffed in response. “Xavier, we’re getting a picture with Santa.” Xavier continued to shake his head as he dragged you away, hoping to distract you with the trinkets that were on the shelves instead.

      It worked, by the way, as you were trying on different headbands. You even managed to convince Xavier to wear one, a pair of antlers with small lights and bells attached to it, you thought it suited him. You allowed him to pick a headband for you as well, choosing another set of antlers with lights and bells, adorned with little snowflake charms. With your headbands, you moved to pay, only to stop in your tracks as your eyes landed on a basket of reindeer plushies. You dragged Xavier with you as you picked one up, its soft plush fur like clouds in your hands. You held it up for Xavier to touch, and he hesitates for a moment before giving in to your smile and petting the little reindeer.

      “Xavier, we need these in our lives, I can’t live without this now.” You exclaimed, picking up two of the reindeer and holding them in your arms. “I’m sure you can live without one, but why are you holding two?” He asks, looking at the little animals. You drop one into his hands, “because you need one, too! We can be parents! Look we already have antlers on!” You motion to his head, and back down to the plush antlers on the reindeer. Xavier sighed; a slight blush adorned his cheeks. “Are you saying you want to become parents,” you nodded, “and adopt these,” He holds up the reindeer, “with me?”. It was your turn to blush as you realized what you had said. You stuttered out a reply, “uh, yes?” With a “say no more” look, Xavier grabs the reindeer and the antlers, and beelines to the counter. You hurried behind him, grabbing your wallet to help pay for the trinkets, only for it to be taken out of your hand and placed into your pocket again by Xavier. He didn’t give you a second to argue back as he handed the cash to the cashier and grabbed your items and walked over to a corner to make sure you had everything. “Xavier, I wanted to help pay!” You exclaimed, but he shushed you as he placed your antlers back onto your head and his back onto his own. He then handed you one reindeer and kept the other one in his grasp. “Now we’re a reindeer family.”

      Your eyes lit up as he said that, and without a word you ran and hugged Xavier, secretly slipping about twenty dollars into his pocket as you did so. “You know what this means?” You asked, looking up at him. Xavier shook his head, but he had an idea as to what you were going to say. “We need to take a family picture with Santa!” You smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the line. He could only sigh, knowing that there was no way of talking you out of it. Your hands shook in excitement as the line grew shorter, causing Xavier to intertwine your fingers together to keep you in place. When it was your turn, you each sat on either side of Santa. You managed to convince Xavier to hold up his reindeer, and in the corner of his eye he saw you wear a bright smile, one he couldn’t help but to mimic as the camera flashed. You jumped off and quickly grabbed Xavier, walking over to the photographer, and handing them the money to pay for two copies of the photo taken. “Now we have proof!’ You said happily, taking Xavier’s hand again and leaving the building.

      The two of you continue to walk around for a bit, enjoying the music, lights, and overall joy that the festival was giving you. But, as the time got later, the air became colder, and Xavier could feel your fingers become colder every minute. “I think we should be heading back, now.” He stated, looking down at you as you frowned. “But why, let’s just stay for a little while longer!” You pleaded. Xavier held up your hand, looking at how red your fingertips were getting. “You’re freezing, you don’t want to lose your fingers, do you?” Your frown deepened. “Can’t you just kiss it and make it better?” You joked, wiggling your fingers. Xavier sighed, and, to your surprise, kissed the tips of your fingers. You felt your cheeks turn deep red as you watched, unable to look away. “Better?” Xavier asked, and you quickly nodded. “Oh, yeah, loads. Uh, we can go now I guess?” You stuttered. Xavier smiled and took your hand again, pulling you closer as you walked out the gates and back to Nevermore.

      After Xavier dropped you off at your dorm, with an exchange of hugs and a quick kiss on his cheek from you, Xavier walked back to his dorm. In his hands he held his antlers, her newly adopted son that you both would be parenting, and the picture of the two of you with Santa. He placed the reindeer onto his bed and made his way over to his desk. Placing the antlers onto the desk, he sat down and took out his sketchbook, placing the photo next to it as he began sketching what he saw today. In a matter of minutes, the page was filled with images of you, different expressions that you made as during the night, and at the center, a full body of you standing by the tree, wide eyes and a smile. With a wave of his hand, the pictures began to move, reenacting the events of that day. With that, he quickly undressed and got ready for bed, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A soft evening at Christmas times with Mason

Warnings: Fluff! Like sickly sweet, almost annoyed myself whilst writing it

Notes: Just a lil Christmas imagine ❤ Not been writing a lot recently because there has been a lot now before holidays. Also Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! It's not the best but I wanted to post something so I tried to do something easy. Maybe a lil cheesy but anyway🤫

"What do you wanna do?" he questioned, head tilted back to look at you as you stood behind the sofa he was sat on. Your hands resting on either side of his head as you smiled down at him.

"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" you hummed.

Mason huffed at your returned question furrowing his eyebrows at you

"I asked you so you choose"

"Mason" you laughed, threading your hands through his hair, his frown turning into a content smile as you did, nails gently scratching over his skull.

"Well okay then" you huffed jokingly, tugging a little on his hair

"What about going to the store to buy snacks, order pizza and watch Christmas movies?" you hummed, mirroring his adoring smile that lit up his face at the suggestion.

It was already fairly late, Mason had been on an evening training, the last before three days of Christmas break until the prem started again.

"Sounds lovely" he beamed, quickly standing up to get ready.

You'd decided to walk since he lived really close to the store and it felt better than taking the car. Walking hand in hand as he filled you in on the latest gossip in the team, talking about Kai and Sophia who wanted to meet up and a recent call with Timo and before you knew it you were in the store, Mason hooking onto a basket whilst holding your hand tight in the other.

He usually never shopped himself, rarely had anything bought but since you and him had started to date and you'd spent more and more time at his place you'd required some stuff for the fridge, rather cooking in than ordering out.

"No please no, we always have gummy bears" Mason groaned making you pout as you flashed him the huge bag you'd found. "But I want them" you whined, blinking up at him as innocently as you could.

"I want something else" he grunted stubbornly, your eyes rolled, throwing the big bag in the basket on Mason's arm which made him whine in response.

"Just pick up whatever you want too, I want more anyways stop being whiny" you huffed, flicking his forehead with your forefinger and even though he tried to hide his smile with a fake frown the smile soon broke out on his face regardless making you snicker.

"Sod off"

Laughter spilled out of you at his childish pout. "Awh poor baby, do you need to pay for an extra bag of candy?" you mocked, squeezing the material of his hoodie "What, why am I paying for your disgusting candies"

"Because I don't have my wallet" you deadpanned, his face gaining a fake sour look.

"I'll pay for pizza" you quickly promised, kissing his cheek lovingly but he only chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist, kissing the side of your head "No you wont, I think I can handle it"

"Shut up and let me pay for pizza or I won't get my disgusting candies" you halfheartedly threatened, knowing that he would never let you put the bag back now. Your words caused his eyes to roll. "My gosh, fine" he muttered but you knew he would still put up a fight when the moment was in to pay but you had at least won the fight for the moment.

You searched the candy isles, Mason picking up crisps and two more bags of candy before making your way to the register.

"Oooh look they have polka" you gushed, your eyes widened as you eyed the candy "Oh and Mint chocolate"

You were too distracted eyeing the candy to notice Mason looking at you in complete adoration, a loving smile on his face as you walked closer to the shelf.

"Alright, are we done?" You mumbled after letting the candy go with your eyes, turning to Mason who nodded "You not gonna get any?"

"Nah I already got my candy" you smiled, patting his shoulder as you walked to the drinks, picking out two Christmas beers and Christmas soda not noticing Mason taking one of each of the candy into the basket.

When you walked out of the store it was snowing, big flakes wirling around in the darkness.

You walked in silence for a while, just observing the beautiful surroundings, pointing out stuff to each other.

When you'd made your way up the hill and outside the house you dropped your bags stepping out in the snow of the garden.

"What are you doing?" Mason laughed as he looked at you, standing with your face bent up towards the sky, tongue poking out "I'm trying to catch the snowflakes" you exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh wow, of course" Mason snickered ironically, following your example, sticking his tongue out towards the sky.

"I caught one!" he cheered, showing you the small flake on his tongue before it melted away. You laughed with him as you straightened up, turning to face him with a bright smile on your face

His smile reflected in his eyes, hands wrapping around your body as he brought you closer to him

"I love you" you hummed, staring into his brown warm eyes.

His lips meet yours sweetly and lovingly, no rush and no passionate heat just pure love and intimacy making your whole body melt despite the cold that sippered through the wetness in your jumper.

"I love you" he mumbled as you let go for a second, lips still brushing the others. "But you're shaking, should we go inside?" he grinned a pout making it's up to your face

"Fine but only because I'm freezing cold" you gave in, feeling the coldness get to you

"but first I wanna make snow-angles" you beamed, Mason laughed but laid down next to you in the snow as you started to create an angel print in the snow before rushing up. Shaking by the cold and you both quickly picked up your shopping bags before laughing running into the house.

After a relaxing hot shower together you got changed, stealing one of Mason's many hoodies and your warm sweats plus fluffy socks. When you walked downstairs Mason was already in the kitchen sweatpants and hoodie on while he worked on your evening snacks. Hot cocoa on the stove and in the making of pouring all of your now many snacks into bowls.

"Ah there you are" Mason smiled, looking over his shoulder as you sauntered into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist, looking under his arm to watch what he was doing.

"What, when did you take that candy?" you giggled as you saw the chocolate and polka you had eyes before, grinning up at your boyfriend who feigned innocent.

"I don't know, they must've just... jumped into the basket"

"I love you" you laughed, pecking his chin and the skin you could reach from the awkward position.

"I already ordered Pizza, I ordered the regular hope that was okay" he smiled, kissing the top of your head before you stepped away slightly. "Mason" you whined, pinching his side stubbornly

"What?!" He exclaimed, jumping further from you "I was supposed to pay!"

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot" he mused but his smile said something else. "You always say that and it's always a lie"

"I don't see the big deal honey, I pay, I have money and you can spend your money on something better"

You let out a huff off annoyance but you couldn't be too annoyed at him when he looked at you the way he did. "Fine but I will pay some day!" you declared as he laughed, walking to gather the pizzas. "Sure you will love"

You settled in the couch, resting alongside Mason, cuddled up under one of your massive blankets.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" you asked him but he only shrugged "I don't know"

"Love actually or the Polarexpress" you decided making him chuckle pouting his lips in a thinking manner

"What about both?"

You beamed up at him, settling on to begin with Love Actually since it was on the front page. One of his arms was around you, holding you close whilst the other one was used to shovel pizza and candy into his mouth.

It felt nice to just be cuddled up, chatting alongside the movie and just enjoying a very calm and still night in. Mason couldn't tell the last time he'd had such a calm nice night. If he didn't travel, have games or late training he was obliged to visit family or go out with friends, times like these were rare and maybe that's why you both were so grateful for it.

[weskin-time]

Rest

Captain John Price x GN!Reader

youre a prideful idiot who wont take a break even when their body is screaming at them to heal and rest, and Price humbles you.

not beta read

i know more about the air force than i know about the army. i used to be in ROTC so i have very faint ideas on how the military works im also still loopy on pain meds so i apologize for any mistakes this also just fuckin sucks ass im sorry.

I took the saying "fuck the military" too literally and now im writing fics for old british army men

You were the definition of exhausted. For three weeks you were deployed out to a frigid Russian forest trying to find the location of some worthless man. You were sent out with a team of men to lead this mission, you knew you could handle it, you knew Gaz and the other men who came with you could handle it, but no one can handle Russian winters better than Russians.

It had been a useless hunt at first, slow and steady making your way through bases and killing dozens of men before you got intel on where the man you were looking for was hiding. After three weeks in Russia, you finally arrived back home with new intel and the man in question captured.

Your bones ached with chill that never left you, as if the snow had sunk itself into your flesh and kissed your bones, your fingers ached the most, even through heavy gloves you could never shake the numbing chill. Your body felt heavy as if your collar bones weighed 40 pounds, every breath you took was deep and sore, you legs were made of lead as you limped from the helicopter pads to the weapons bay. Your eyes strained in the darkness of the night and you tried your hardest to not close them as you walked the path. You didn't have time to sleep or rest you had to clear and turn in your guns before even thinking of rest, you had paperwork to fill out, reports needed to be made to be processed, a meeting with Captain Price and Laswell needed to be scheduled, you didnt even want to think about the paper work you needed to fill out for capturing a man, and you told Gaz you would take his weapons to the bay to clear them for him so he could get some much needed rest. He looked the worst out of the two of you and you couldn't just not help him and his puppy dog eyes, the two of you were very close even though you were a higher rank than him, which he hated the hell of and you teased him for it.

You did sustain a few injuries over the three weeks, sprained left ankle, you were stabbed in the same leg in the thigh, and a bunch more cuts and bruises but those were minor, Gaz helped you patch up your stab wound as you tried not to punch him out of reflex when he got out a needle and thread. Gaz took a few scrapes here and there but he mostly was just exhausted from the cold, probably more than you were, or maybe he flashed you his puppy dog eyes knowing your heart couldn't say no to him, either way he was probably already resting up in his warm bed trying to sleep away the cold ache.

You noticed you were slightly swaying when you entered the weapons bay, your limp wasn't the only thing causing it, you were exhausted, but there was no time to rest. Not surprising that the bay was empty, it was almost 1am and almost everyone from your squad was sound asleep in their beds, lucky them. You didnt know or care at the moment with what they do with the Russian captive, youll figure it out after the meeting with Price and Laswell.

Setting down Gaz's sniper you began to de-arm yourself taking the M17 from your thigh holster and the M4 off you back, unloading the clips and mags from them and began to take them apart for cleaning. Cleaning guns was always fun for you, taking them apart and putting them back together, the little clicks and sounds they made were satisfying. Your eyelids felt more like lead as you took apart the pistol, you swear you blinked for a second and when you opened them back up again your head was almost on the table, you knew you were tired but you didnt think you were that tired. You exhaled and scrunched your eyes closed before opening them wide as if that would help you. Youre so sore you can feel the muscles in your shoulders straining as you picked up Gaz's rifle and began to clear that. There was no time to sleep you needed to get so many things done before you even had the idea of resting, you wondered if Ghost ever got this way and you wondered what could keep him up for so long and maybe you could pull the answer out of him.

"Master Sargent Y/L/N!" Rang a deep British voice, husky like whiskey and cigar smoke, Captain Price has entered the building.

You stood up fast from where you were sitting, shooting up straight and turning around as you stood at attention and saluted your commanding officer, the little surprise woke you up enough to jolt you fast enough. You took him in as he walked to you, why the fuck was he still wearing that dumb bucket hat at 1am? He was without his gear, just wearing an army green tight cotton shirt that was tucked into his light sand camo cargo pants and held up with a belt. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes straight ahead of you at attention but it was very hard not to stare at the way the shirt hugged him way too well. It was still loose enough to leave some idea of what was underneath to your imagination but tight enough to shift and move over his muscles as he walked to you. Gaz and you one time joked that he looked like a cranberry farmer or a dad who got into fishing after retiring with that bucket hat on his head. He was in his late 30s but you swear he was one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your life, even his weird beard was hot on him.

"At ease kid." He stood next to you and watched you slightly relax out of attention and sit back down to work on the guns again.

"What're you doing up this late Captain?" you asked him as you began to finish up Gaz's gun to avoid his blue stare.

"Just got done talking to Gaz about your mission, wanted to check in to see how things went with you." you were grateful you could have a small debriefing now to get one thing out of the way before you had to work on the rest of everything else. He placed a large hand on your shoulder, putting some weight on your sore body and asked about the mission to which you tried your hardest not to slur your words in a sleepy haze as you gave a simple report of everything, keeping in the story of your injuries and how you got them.

His hand was so big his palm alone covered your shoulder by itself and they were so warm too, it almost unfroze your aching bones just by his touch alone, and the warmth lightly spread to your face, which tickled your eyes making them even more sleepy. You wondered why he put it there in the first place and why he was slightly leaning on you.

"I wanted to have a small word with you." he announced after you finished up the short debrief. your interest was peaked quickly at his words and you sheepishly looked up at him in confusion. He took a small breath in before sighing, "I'm putting you on leave Sargent."

That peaked something that wasn't pleasant in you. Call yourself stubborn because you instantly began to drag your heels into the conversation, "Price I cant go on leave!"

"Just for a week at most y/n." His voice was that of a parent telling their child that they couldn't get Maccas on the way home.

"I have so much I have to do, I cant just sit on my ass while everyone else gets on with it." You argued although your brain was a tad fuzzy from how his hand was on you and the lack of sleep so your arguing wasn't very good in the slightest.

"You're exhausted, I can see it in your eyes kid-"

You cut him off, "Im not-"

"Let me finish solider."

You fell quiet.

"You do this every time you get back from a mission that you're commanding." He explained. "You get back on base and while everyone else takes a few days off to heal and rest you run around like a bloody chicken with its head cut off trying to get work done. I'm helping you out here y/n."

Your ego didn't like that. "Sir I'm fine, I'll get sleep tonight and I'll be chipper by morning, good as new." You tried to be polite with your arguing back.

"And what? Walk around on that healing leg of yours?" His eyes flicked to your left thigh before meeting your eyes again. "I saw you limping when you got off the helo. I think you're the first solider that's fought with me about getting a break."

"I'm alright Captain, really, I'll just finish up here then go to bed and I'll be back to myself in no time tomorrow and get all the reports and paper work ready and done." If you weren't so sluggish you would have felt more anger bubbling in your throat then the little spark that you felt now. Your words were slurring slightly and you knew deep down he was right but you didn't want to hurt your pride and admit it.

"Stand up." He ordered.

Confused you tried to push your body up but was completely halted by his hand on your shoulder. He wasn't even leaning his full weight onto you and your thighs shook at you trying to stand up against him, this should have been easy but it felt like your body was shutting down, you were being provided proof in what he was saying was true and even then you still tried to fight it, but nothing came of it. Were you really that weak? You weren't weak. This should be nothing compared to what you can do normally and yet you felt a sting on your ego. Your whole body protested trying to get up again.

You hung your head in a sign as you stopped trying. A very very tired part of your brain popped up with the thought of liking this weird imbalance of power being displayed, it liked the way he looked when you had to crane your sore neck up to see him, loved the way his eyes felt as they looked down upon you. You need to shut that part of your brain off before you eat your own shoes.

"It's an order Sargent." his voice was firm.

Some dumb part of you had one weak last attempt at an argument in you as you slurred, "I'm not even that tired." and as soon as it left your mouth you cringed at how fucking stupid you sounded.

"Oh come on that was pathetic." he was right it was a very pathetic last attempt.

Your eyes trailed up his toned arms and to his eyes, "Fine."

"Good cause you had no choice. I already had it approved." He blew out some air from his nose in a small laugh.

A break did sound nice, the thought of your shitty cot and thin blanket sounded like heaven to you, like the thought alone lifted your bones of some of the deep ache. You knew your past actions labeled you as stubborn, stubborn enough to warrant this entire situation. You probably were the only solider in the world who protested a vacation. You sighed as he removed his hand from your shoulder, the anger you once felt sloshing away down the drain as your head began a dull thrumming.

"Cant have one of my best men running around like that sweetheart." his voice was course and sent a shiver down your spine, you closed your eyes and mulled over the pet name in your head, you loved the way it made your heart flutter and your chest tighten. If only would call you soft names all the time, you dont think you could get tired of hearing him talk ever.

Your eyes opened wide when you felt a thumb and a finger pinch your chin and force you to look up, your eyes looked into his blue ones in tired confusion mixed with shock. Your face felt even warmer than before, it spread from your face down your neck and seeped into your aching bones and began to thaw them out, the warm that you so missed in those weeks settled into your flesh.

"Hey, how about i take you out tomorrow? There's this new pub Soap wants me to try and since you're not doing anything might as well come with me for a drink or two."

You have to be so very tired with how long it took to register in your mind that your captain was asking you out on a fucking date. You just sat there for a second in shock before your brain caught up to your ears and sent your heart into overdrive. You were defiantly not tired anymore.

"I-, wha- uh, yea sure! i mean." You were so flustered that you fumbled over your words which made you even more flustered. "Yea I would love that, it would be fun Price." you coughed out finally.

"Good. I'll come by your flat in the afternoon." He leaned down to you and he pulled you closer to him by your chin. "Now please go get some sleep, kid. Youll need it for tomorrow sweetheart." and placed a kiss to your forehead before turning away and leaving you as if he didnt just ask you on a date, call you pet names, and kiss your forehead. His beard was scratchy and the skin still tickled after he departed but it felt nice, comforting. You totally didnt stare at his ass as he walked away and left the weapons bay. How the fuck are you going to be able to sleep now??

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　TRAILCUTTER x female reader

　　　　『　trailcutter ,, female reader 』

　　-> pt . 1 / teebs w/ a reader that works for cybertronian/human relations

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort ,, reassurance <3

　　— just a little series of mine ill work on :3 feel free to request any of them <33 ive got a few short series in mind ,, one w/ drift in a fast n furious sorta au w/ undercover cop reader ,, one w/ tracks n a cop reader ,, theres another short series im doing w/ the minibots (including rung + minimus) w/ the reader on the lost light :D

— feel free to reblog or give any comments / feedback ! <3 i enjoy reading them and seeing my work spread !

        fixing the bowtie to your suit ,, you heard trailcutter sigh in the background . fixing any stray strands of hair left out ,, you turned around to your lover . " you doing okay ?" you asked with a head tilt ,, eyes staring into his own visor as he flashes a small smile . "alls good ,," he brushed it off . though you kept your stare fixated on him ,, frowning . " nervous ,, maybe ,," he casted his helm to the side . he couldnt keep his troubles hidden ,, you knew him too well for that .

        " it'll be alright teebs ,," you reassure the bot ,, walking over and placing your hand against his leg . he would have to mass displace for the interview . as the liason for earth ,, people on the planet were curious about your new relationship with one of the crew members . the government didnt say much ,, but you knew they didn't approve of it . though people on earth were thrilled ,, an interspecies relationship ! the first of it ,, with humans that is .

        and so one of the few famous reporters were interested in doing an interview with you both . saying they want to know about life in space ,, how it was aboard the lost light ,, and what its like to be with a cybertronian . trailcutter ,, lord bless his spark ,, he was all for it ,, but now that he started to think it through ,, he was nervous about their reactions .

        it wouldnt be his first ,, or last ,, time around humans . hes been to earth ,, met the residents and seen the sightings ,, but now that he was in a relationship with a human ,, and about to be interviewed ,, he couldnt help but worry about what might happen . what if says something wrong ? or does something to make people think otherwise of interspecies relationships ? especially his with you ? his spark hummed loudly ,, visor dimming as he worried more and more . " hey ,, look at me ." your voice broke his worried thoughts .

he crouched down to your height ,, or as best as he could . " you'll do fine ,, i know it ." your hands wrapped around his digit ,, a smile settled upon your lips as you eased his nerves . " if they go overboard or say something that makes you uncomfortable ,, just tell me and we can leave immediately . i promise trailcutter ,, i wont put you in a situation you dont want to be in ." you reassured the bot ,, hands petting his digit . " if you dont want to do this we can call it off ,, and ill message the interviewer . they'll understand ,, im sure ." primus bless you ,, trailcutter really felt like he didnt deserve you . he wouldnt say that out loud though ,, knowing you'd get upset and tell him he shouldnt think that way . but he knows ,, he knows deep down that you mean the world to him ,, that he doesnt really deserve someone as nice and understanding as you . he's lucky to be with you ,, still awestruck at the fact you chose him over any other bot .

you could've chosen rodimus ,, with his bright and flashy paintjob and outgoing personality . you couldve chosen ratchet ,, who could help you with anything and was quite a handsome mech in a way . there was also skids ,, who was more the nice to you and made you laugh often . or even the minibots aboard the ship ; swerve — who knew more about earth than trailcutter did — would be a good match for you . even that little guy tailgate hes seen around . they were better suited for your height ,, and wouldnt have to worry so much about accidentally squishing you underfoot like he does everyday . hell ,, you even could've chosen cyclonus . he had shanix ,, and knew a lot more than he did about anything in the universe .

but you didnt . you chose him ,, a mech with a drinking problem and many insecurities . a mech known as a little horsey to be used for his force fields only . though it was due to those very force fields that had attracted you to strike a conversation with him . giving him more compliments he'd ever receive in his whole life . that little conversation would lead into a friendship ,, and those little moments between you two would blossom into your relationship . you had taken the mech a long way ,, his insecurities started to become something he was starting to feel confident in . while he still drank ,, he didnt do it as often or enough to get overloaded like he usually did .

" thank you ,," was all he could muster . servos wrapped themselves gently around your body ,, lifting you up to his facial plates so he could plant a kiss to your head . " i'm good ,, i'm ready ." he said ,, derma curling into a smile . " you look good with that suit on ,," he commented ,, digit moving up to play with your little bowtie . you raised a brow at that ,, " is that so ?" your lips formed a smirk . " should i wear this more then ?" trailcutter nodded ,, letting out a chuckle . " please ,," he pleaded gently .

[cosmicbash]

I saw this too late :’( but aren’t Em’s boobs in those pics just MWAH? Cant you imagine a very enthusiastic Kelly trying to convince Marshall to get a nipple piercing and mister grumpy grandpa Mathers just getting absolutely appalled and horrified by that request. Then maybe Colson finds him looking up online sex shops for nipple clamps.

(((I just found this sitting unposted in my drafts????? and its good?? so why didnt i ever hit post??))

Em's boobs just looked so squeezable 😩😩

I envy that guy who copped a feel after Em teased him over their neverending handshake.

If only that could be ME

Also you are NEVER TOO LATE to say ANYTHING about Ems tits in an ask. That IMMEDIATELY revives my artistic spirit. I need those tits like water bby and I know kells would too.

Also nipple piercing em is 😏🥴🥴

So. Ahem

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They've been laying in Colson's bed bickering over it for at least a half hour. Their once content not!snuggling and casual body exploration falling apart completely in favor of an argument.

"Come on, just one little hoop-"

"Ha!"

"It doesn't even hurt that bad I swear babe-"

Marshall's next snort sounds almost gutteral with how hard he holds back another mocking fit of laughter. "Doesn't even hurt- yeah, cuz a literal needle jabbing through one of the most sensitive spots on my body to rip flesh out and make a hole is like playing patty cake-"

"Oh come on, when you word it all fucking extra like that of course it'll sound bad- look-" Colson knew feeling offended was a little stupid but he has never let being stupid stop him before. "If anyone between the two of us has a more accurate pain scale for piercings do you really think its the one that has a single set of pierced ears? Hm? Or maybe the dude with like a dozen-"

This time Marshall did laugh openly at him, tone shifting over to a properly annoyed one.

"Really? Your pain scale is super fucking skewed Colson! How many times this year did you smash literal bottles and shit over your head? Divebomb off a stage to bust your ribs? Sleep through nasty tattoo spots? Don't you dare try and act like I'm being a pussy over nothing."

It's out of Colson's mouth before he can stop himself. His childish selfish wants completely winning out in a "Pftt, well you totally are."

Regret wells up just as fast in him as the anger does in Marshall's eyes. His semi comfortable spot sat over the other man's lap rapidly upseated in a flurry of fast movement. "Fuck you."

"Fuck. Em, come on-" Colson knows when he's stuffed his foot in his mouth and this is definitely one of the worser times. He should have been more mindful of the tension already present, or of his partners ever denied sensitivity to such subject. But the match is lit under Marshall's fire now.

"Some of us don't have a pile of pills or gallons of alcohol to hide behind everytime we go out and fuck our body up some more you know-"

And there it is. The always accurate defensive jab off Marshall's sharp tongue.

It hurts more this time than Colson expects it to. Maybe because he knows he deserves it for pressing and trying to guilt trip the other rapper. And maybe because he knows by now he really should be getting his shit together so the other man doesn't have such an easy diss to throw his way.

To their credit though, he can see a flash of regret pass over Marshall's face too as soon as it comes out.

Not that it stops the brunette from getting dressed any further, or slows his obvious escape.

"I'm--" sorry. Colson can almost hear it. See the word curl and shape on Marshall's lips, but the anxiety further up in blue eyes prevents it. They both know it wont allow it to come out. So another exasperated noise does instead, hands flying up to rake through the rare hatless head before Marshall is moving again. Sweats yanked up and feet thankfully left bare.

"It's my fucking nipple you asshole."

And then he's gone. Out of Colson's room without another outburst. Off to lick his wounds or more so, allow Colson to lick his own.

A few months ago the blonde would have chased after, continued the shouting until it teetered on that scary ledge of physical, their fingers grabbing too tight at eachothers skin, fists shaking, anything to keep Marshall from leaving.

But now? He's learned enough to take note of the shoes in the corner of his room, the discarded kangol, wallet and keys neatly tucked away in the spare nightstand, and so many other little anchors locking Marshall down around the room. It's just space. Space needed to run and cool off somewhere else in the house, prevent a bigger fight. A smart skill Colson should really use more himself.

So he rolls himself over into the warm emptied spot on the bed and waits. Ego wounded and heart a little sore by his own fault.

It only takes an hour for Marshall to come back and even less time than that for Colson to file his horny nipple ring tugging dreams far far away in his mind. An argument decidely NOT for another day or at all if he knows whats best for them.

Keeping Marshall back curled in his bed is obviously whats best. It keeps that gnawing need to drink his sorrows away, and makes the world's edges feel less sharp.

He wants to apologize as soon as he hears the click of the bedroom door, but he manages to bite it back until sock padded feet are thumping softly across his carpet beneath the bed. A rough sounding "Sorry-" leaving his tongue before he even sees Marshall walk into his line of vision. It's the one thing he has on the other man, his ability to actually say the word first, without painful prodding. And he's not going to let go of it no matter how petty he wants to be.

"Don't." The older man is sighing, but in a soft way. It drags his eyes away from the wall finally. The relief he feels just seeing Marshall back standing there in his room quickly replaced by a blip of confusion.

He's got stuff clutched to his chest, a bottle of peroxide, wipes, some plastic packaging. And up further Colson can see how embarrassment is burning his cheeks pink above his dark beard. His expression twisted into one of discomfort.

"Well?"

"Well?" Colson feels even more confused. Marshall is acting like the little bottle in his hand might as well be a bouquet of apology roses and he can't for the life of him figure out why.

"You gonna fucking pierce me or not?" He's chewing the insides of his cheeks. Usually Colson finds this cute but his ears are still ringing from the question. Excitement racing through his veins like gasoline lit by a match.

It's not surprise he practically jumps off the bed. "For real?? For real, for real??" He has to be dreaming, he must've slipped right off into a depression nap at some point while Marshall was gone because there's no way the other man can be serious.

But he is. Hands discarding the clutter of alcohol wipes, peroxide, and clean packaged piercers needles on the bed like it's nothing. "If you're telling me you sat here running your mouth and can't put your money to it now then I'm seriously gonna smack you this time-" Marshall's huffing at him, hands a little shakey while he wrestles off his shirt. "I had to bullshit to your bassist that you were having a manic episode and wanted a new piercing to get all this shit so, don't think you're getting off scott free either. I'm not having those dudes speculate where I let you pierce me if they see you come down without a new one-"

"Oh my god-" Colson still can't grasp reality. He's never won an argument this hard against Em before. Usually his crazy ideas are just whacked back down with a bat. He almost feels like he should cry.

Marshall looks like he wants to as well, but for a different reason. His anxiety visible in the twitchy movements of his hands and the squint of his face. "Please don't tell me you toked your brains out while I was gone-"

"No!" That jerks Colson back to full functionality. His hands moving to grab at the items and heart racing like a horse in his chest. "I-- I just needed a minute to- fuck- to fuckin process that-- you're serious? You're really serious about doing this?"

"Getting less by the second."

God he wants to kiss him. And shit, he does, hand coming up to drag the older rapper down by his neck and seal their mouths together in a firm smooch. Grin breaking their lips apart when he just can't hold back his giggles anymore. "Holy shit, I'm so fucking excited-"

"Shut up." He can feel just how hard Marshall's own heart is galloping when he lets his hand drag down the man's chest after they part. Palm pausing over the hard punch against skin like a magnet. He's certain that's not excitement, which makes it even hotter.

The dudes terrified but still willing to go through with this to please him.

He's gonna suck his dick so hard after they're done. Hell, he'll shove him down on the bed and ride him until sunset. This is a bazillion times better than apology roses.

"You do, uh, know what you're doing right?"

Colson does NOT. But he grins and nods his head anyway. He knows how to give someone a piercing yeah, he's done tons of his own and other peoples. Through the nipple though? That's gonna be a first, but his other hand is already tapping away super fast and discreetly on his phone while he pushes Marshall down to sit in his emptied space on the bed. "I got you baby-" He's gonna wikihow his way through this before anyone changes their mind.

[hyuganejiswife]

YANDERE!Orochimaru

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| REQUESTED, I wont tag you here to spare you the embarrassment 🤧, dark themes, nothing too graphic or explicit, GNREADER! The definition of yandere is literally “A character who has a obsessive and possessive side in regards to their crush, ready to use violent and murderous means to maintain an exclusive bond.” So I would click away now if this could be triggering.

When Orochimaru had first found you, he immediately took a liking to you and he ripped you away from your family.

He was kind to you though, allowing your family to live as long as you did as he said and stayed with him.

This led to the threats to your family from him, warning that if they didn’t stay away and sent anyone to rescue you, he’d kill you so that no one could have you.

Which of course, he wouldn’t actually. He’d just kill your whole family and be done with it.

It was too much to have to deal with and he was growing bored of their weak attempts to rescue you, finding it quite amusing how you’d cry out for them.

He’d only remind you that you only needed him. No one else would love you or take care of you or even protect you the way that he could.

Once, you made a run for it… It was during the chunin exams in the Hidden Leaf Village. He’d left you unattended, having trusted you enough that his threats were more than enough to keep you in line.

Kabuto was the one to find you sneaking through the village. You hadn’t met him before and had no idea who he was, Orochimaru never let any of his henchmen near you, yet… He knew all too well who you were and knew just what would happen if he let you get away.

He kindly offers you help, noting that you look afraid and plays up the part that he’d just dropped from the exams after being too exhausted.

You thought you could trust him.

But as he leads you up to a familiar looking man from the sound village, you realize your mistake.

Orochimaru’s eyes flash and his stare grows cold.

“I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me!”

You’re dragged back to where he’d been keeping you, throwing you roughly in a room and locking you in with nothing but a dirty mattress in the corner.

He doesn’t return for days, focusing on his goal of luring Sasuke Uchiha into his clutches.

When he does return to you, you’re starving, dehydrated, and weak, and he has a sickening smirk on his face, blood dripping from his hands.

“I told you what would happen if you tried to leave me. You know only I can love you this way. I’m the only one able to protect you… Why would you betray me like this? You know what I have to do. I don’t want to but I need to make sure that you understand… You. Can’t. Leave. I’ll let you have a little water, my dear.”

He runs a blood covered hand over your cheek.

It’s still warm.

“Your poor… poor mother. Your father will be next. Think about what you’ve done and when you’ve learned your lesson, maybe I’ll let you eat.”

He’d force a kiss on you before leaving you in the dark once again with the knowledge that he’d take your mother first, making good on his threat as her blood dries on your face.

He’d make you love him one way or another, and that includes being the last person you have left in this world.

[22hemi12]

A different person when he's with me

Once again written with a transmasc reader in mind

Fluff :>

(Was tempted to make this smut as well but I've never really written it before... might make a NSFW version on AO3... maybe, if people want it)

Please request me, I need it :)

Another day, another crash landing.

This time it was too much of a crash than a landing.

There was some tension in the marauder as Tech and Echo fixed the ship, Crosshair was pissed at something and Wrecker wasn't helping his mood.

Hunter tried to the best of his capabilities to stop Wrecker from annoying his younger brother too much, but even then it didn't help. Wrecker has too much energy and not enough expolsions.

I stood by Tech and Echo, a small amount of small talk between us, It's basically just me trying to convince Tech to let me borrow his datapad, of course he wont though, it's one of his babies.

"Oh come on Tech, You aren't using it right now!" Tech sighed, wiping off sweat from his forehead, leaving a streak of grease. I held in my chuckle as he turned to me

"Give me a good reason to give you my datapad" Echo let out a chuckle as I wracked my brain.

"I want to distract Crosshair with going out on some form of excursion before he kills Wrecker" It was half true, before Tech could reply a Loud Crash and a Crack rang out from the open hatch.

"Wrecker! What did you do?!" Crosshair had yelled so loud bird-like creatures had flown away from the clearing where the marauder crashed in.

"I think it's too late" Echo spoke as I sped to the hatch, hearing the yelling loud and clear.

"I didn't mean it!" Entering the Marauder I saw what got Crosshair so mad.

His guncase was broken at the hinge and his Firepuncher laid on the floor, broken in half. Hunter stood over it in between a fearful Wrecker and a Fuming Crosshair.

"Calm it!" Hunter tried his best to stop the grey haired clone from killing his brother.

"Get outta the way Hunter, if you know what's good for you" Crosshair had murder etched in his face. Hunter noticed me at the hatch. He mouthed this pleads.

I sighed and shook my head as I walk towards Crosshair, he didn't notice me, too mad at the towering mass of muscle. I grabbed his bicep and tenderly started to pull him out of the marauder.

"Come on Ram'ser" He snapped out of his rage to stare at me, he still looked mad, but his eyes softened when he noticed me. "Let's cool off"

He grumbled shaking my hand off of him and sped walked out, I followed behind quickly "Tell Cross I didn't mean it! Please! TINY!?" Wreckers voice cracked in worry as I watch the Lean clone walk out of the clearing into the bush.

"Here" I turned to Tech who handed me his data pad. "I marked some points of interest for you two"

"Thanks" I quickly jogged after Crosshair as Tech walked back into the marauder.

-

Pushing past trees and swatting away bugs, I finally found crosshair who sat on top of a boulder, a deep scowl etching his face and a pile of broken toothpicks lay under his feet.

I struggle up the boulder hearing him mumbling under his breath in mando'a as I sat next to him. The mumbling stops when he noticed I'm here.

After a beat of silence he speaks "I'm gonna kill him"

I chuckle "No you're not" He shuffles closer to lean his head on my shoulder.

"Yes I will" I lean my cheek on his head as I look at Techs data pad, looking over the map to see what Tech marked thinking would be interesting for us.

A massive Tree, A flower field...

A waterfall in a cave?

When did Tech have the time to find this?

"Hey" I softly speak, Crosshair makes a noise telling me he's listening. "How about we go somewhere cool?" He scoffs.

"Where?" I move lightly making Cross remove himself from my shoulder. Jumping off the Boulder I turn back to rise my hand to him.

"Follow me" Confusion flashes in his eyes as he holds my hand and jumps down, not letting go of his hand I pull him along, periodically looking at the Data pad to make sure we are going the right way.

After a few minutes of walking we reach the cave, the darkness engulfs us as we walk in, I use the light from the data pad to light my way, knowing fully well that cross can see just fine.

Crosshair lets out a small gasp, I look at him not having noticed a small floating glowing bug flying right in his face. I snort, holding my hand over my mouth.

The puzzled look on his face as he looks at the bug is too much, the bug flies away as I laugh, looking back up at him as I wipe away tears.

He playfully glares at me, looking up to my hair he snorts covering his mouth and looking away, in the dark I know his ears are flush.

I can see the glow of the bugs and feel them crawling in my hair, I let out a grossed sound as I shake my head, seeing them fly away from my head.

We look at each other and let out a chuckle as we continue in, the bugs seem to not be the only thing in this cave that glows, the fungi and plants glow in bright colours.

The sound of rushing water meet our ears as we reach the main room. A waterfall surrounded by glowing plants and trees.

"Woah, gotta thank Tech for this find" I say out loud.

"You can do that" Cross lets go of my hand walking to the water and looking in. I smile a daring thought popping into my mind.

Sneaking behind him, I push him into the water, letting out a cackle as he pops back up to stare at me his mouth agape. He smirks as he pulls me in. The absolutely cold water makes me shudder as Crosshair laughs at my predicament.

"H-how are you not shaking?" I stutter racing out of the water, Crosshair behind me.

"I'm an enhanced clone remember?" I stared at him knowing full well he uses heating packs in his armour.

"your lying aren't you" He stands there for one second.

"Yeah..." He smiles making me shake my head. I lay down so he sat next to me, I stared at him letting the silence of the cave waft over us.

He's a different person when he and I are alone. A good different, He's free to express his feelings and laugh. I feel honored to see this side of him.

Looking down at me with the sweetest smile, I know he feels safe with me.

-

Walking back to the Marauder when the sun went down was a little sad, knowing that once we get back crosshair might get angry again at Wrecker.

The Marauder was in view... and didn't look any diffrent, Tech and Echo were no longer outside, which surprised me, I know Tech and Echo would of stayed out there till they either fell asleep or the ship was fixed.

Stopping before we entered the clearing we looked down at each others hands, still holding onto each other, afraid to let go, not knowing when we'd get to hold each other again due to the war. I sighed slowly letting go of crosshairs hand.

He was less willing to let go, I look up at him, his eyes held his emotions, I smile at him leaning up to peck him on the lips.

He sighed and smiled lightly at me, letting go slowly and walking with me to the ship. The rare smile gone from his face.

The ship was silent excluding the loud snores that is unique to Wrecker, must of fallen asleep. Looking down at where the gun case and broken firepuncher was gone, Hunter walked out of the cockpit with a smile, he mentioned to us to follow him to the bunks.

Looking at each other in confusion, we walked to in seeing Wrecker asleep leaning against his bunk, The Bad Batch's unique armour colour covering his face and blacks, Echo and Tech talking silently to each other leaning over something next to Wrecker, they looked back and moved out the way with smiles on each others faces.

Crosshair's gun case was sloppily fixed and covered in paint, the paint was obviously Crosshair inspired, his tattoo and a nexu was the main features on the case, the Firepuncher was also fixed, obviously by Tech and still in the regulation black.

I smile and look to Crosshair as he picked up the fixed firepuncher, making sure it was to his high standards. I leaned in to whisper...

"I told you that you wouldn't kill him"

The glare on his face was fake, but the look in his eyes wasn't...

[thearcadeattendant]

✧ Sugar Daddy William Afton ✧

Do you ever get a little thought in the back of your head that wont go away until you write it down? Yeah, that's sugar daddy William. He's just living rent free in the back of my mind. If I have to suffer, so do you. Thought I'd do a little blurb this time to go with it cause why not. A few headcanons below the cut.

When you started working for him you were just a broke college grad struggling to make ends meat. "Go to college," they said. "Get a degree," they said. They left out the tiny little tidbit about being left in debt by said degree that by the end of your little journey you had no intention on ever going near again. Sure, college had killed your love of your initial chosen path (if you could call it chosen. I'd say more peer pressured.) but it had ignited in you a deep seated love that would last years to come.

A love for cheap pizza.

And Freddy's? Well, it was cheap as hell and seemed to always be hiring. Both being things that you very much needed in your time of need.

William noticed your struggles pretty early on. Or rather, he noticed you. The way you seemed almost desperate to keep the job, correcting even the smallest errors you made with a vigor and eagerness he hadn't seen for a long time. It was almost cute in a way. The way your hands would nervously fumble about and the way you looked at him almost like you were desperate for his professional approval.

At least, in his eyes.

You were more afraid he would fire you on the spot for a simple mistake. His reputation was less than ideal. So it was quite the surprise to you when his gaze began to almost soften and his interest in you became apparent. At first, you assumed it was out of pity but even your tired sleep deprived mind could connect the dots after the third or fourth time you caught his eyes drifting to your body.

The initial confrontation made your heart race in the worst of ways. He was your employer. If someone found out or if he ever grew tired of you your days of cheap pizza and reliable paychecks would be snuffed out in a flash. He assured you no one would and even if you went your separate ways he was professional enough to not let it come between you and your job.

While you had doubts in the beginning, he eased you in to the dynamic. It wasn't anything too demanding at first and it was anything but sexual though you could tell it was what he wanted. Despite his reputation he was rather kind. Patient. Maybe he genuinely cared and wanted this or maybe he was just desperate and tired of being alone. You couldn't tell.

It started small at first. He'd overhear you talking with a coworker about how little money you had for things you enjoyed or for food other than cheap pizza and ramen and the next day you'd find money tucked in your things. It then grew to so much more.

Though you're William's little secret he can't help but shower you in his hidden affection. Particularly in the form of some form of jewelry always on display. It's small, something too huge would blow your cover, but it's enough to make a statement to both of you as to who you belong with.

At first, you feared that your late nights at work would be noticed by your coworkers. Your stomach churning each time when you'd say goodnight to them. But each and every night they would flash you a sympathetic look. After all, who would willingly spend more time there than need be? And with William Afton? Word around the pizzeria wasn't of some sordid affair but of your mistakes and William's increasingly relentless behavior. To them, you spent your nights cleaning the eternally sticky film off individual plastic balls from the pit. Little did they know just how much of the night you spent comfortably sitting in your boss' lap.

While not all of it was sexual, when it became a touch more heated William enjoyed shameless displays of affection in his office. To him, the moment that door was closed you two were in your own world. It made your nerves eternally on edge at the thought of someone walking in while it did nothing but fuel William's own arousal. Hell, a part of him hoped that one day someone would see his pretty little pet coming undone on his desk.

But nothing drove him quite as wild as the thought of you comfortably warming his cock as he struggled to focus on the paperwork before him. It was both a torture and a reward and, at times, a constant battle for dominance. A well timed clench or squirm could make his fingers tighten around his fountain pen or, if you were particularly ruthless, make his fingers slide across wet ink dying them a deep purple blue. But, a grind of hips and a grip on your waist could send you mewling just as quick. There were days where he would give up the fight and let you ride your way to victory but often you found yourself pinned to his lap with no hope of release until he himself deemed it time. If he even did. You could remember at least a handful of times where he simply made you stand with a quick pat of your side only to see him readjusting himself with that damn grin. He'd pat your ass and shoo you away leaving you wanting.

[cwarscars-a]

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⤿   HEADCANON MEMES; COMFORT CHARACTER EDITION!   TW: death, family, religion.    

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

emotions, lol.

but really - i write heidegger as both a victim and a perpetrator of toxic masculinity. he was very much raised to never be 'weak' or whatever is deemed as weak. his friends ( as a young man ) tried to pull him out of this but the trauma of events surrounding everything during that time reversed any effect that they could have had.

continuing his life alongside the shinra corp and shinra sr saw him continue to progress in an environment where weakness and emotion were shamed. eventually, through further trauma & the way that he was forced to deal with it - he shut his 'weaker' emotions off. to cry, was weak. to love, was weak.

heidegger struggles with it & will possibly never overcome it because love hasn't gotten him anywhere. his daughters don't particularly like him ( despite him loving them ). the boss he pines for & the ex-wife he once loved both look at him with disdain. his enemies wont fear a man who's kind. & he's so entirely stubborn and brainwashed by this idea of what a man is 'supposed to be' - that the chances of him ever changing are just...sadly, very small.

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

i answered this one /here/

so, as a change-up - i'm going to answer for young heid some aesthetics;

piercings // the rebellion that comes from a couple of hoops in the ear - a bar through his nipple that he almost passed out upon receiving ( a dare from a friend ). metal too expensive to be in his ear ( but bought with his parents money ). the dare of giving his buddy a prince albert

rugby // muddy uniform, bruises and bleeding and skin dirty with mud and sweat. late-night drinks with team-mates & sharing a cigarette while overlooking the oppositions matches. the comradery of team-sports & backing each other up against the ref.

katana // the skill that comes with wielding such a weapon, quick-draw & careful steps, aggression when surrounded by the enemy. strong swings but light steps. an artful sheath; his gaze reflected in the blade's edge. excellent care taken of something so fine. treats it better than he's ever treated any lover.

[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?

his daughters. ( not being there for them enough )

for, sure.

i guess i'm answering this from a purely 'headcanon' perspective. but i write heidegger as genuinly loving his two daughters. he wasn't the best father in terms of, he wasn't always there. but he did deeply love them and was immensely proud of them. he tried to buy their love with money and things, never realising that all they really wanted was for him to be there. i think, his last thoughts would be them. worrying that they're okay or maybe...confident that they will be okay. heidegger is a strong man & he considers his daughters strong, too. i think, his last thoughts would be pride. not for himself, for once, but for them. he would regret having not been by their side more, though.

from a canon perspective ; i think he would regret nothing.

[imthecleric]

@zoomingupthathill​ said: ‘note’

[ x ]

Max -

First things first I never apologized for ruining that first Halloween you had with the party. And then subsequently making the rest of your life a living hell. And I don’t think a simple I’m sorry will do it, at least for the last part. Hopefully, it will be enough for the Halloween thing. And I am sorry. I had an episode, and you know what it really was by now, and then Mike was being... well Mike... to you so I’m sorry.

And those wont be the only apologies here, so you can shout about my apologies to my grave, or at my funeral. Please do. I only trust you to cause the havoc that should be there. If Mike gets mad, because you and I, and everyone else both know he will. Show him this as my explicit permission for you to get mad at me in the most public way possible for all my stupid apologies. It might even make my mom laugh a little. She hates the sorrys too.

Now, I know you never really liked D&D, but your a nerd just like the rest of us. Wonder Woman is a cool character, I think you would also like Kitty Pryde, from X-Men. I may be biased, because I really like X-Men, but give her a shot okay. For me.

Back to D&D, and I know you never really liked it mainly because Mike said no to your class idea. Which I think could totally work. Some of the classes need an overhaul anyways. And its not like both he and Lucas play subclasses of Fighters anyways. But I’ve been thinking, since like the summer of Starcourt. I actually think a baseline fighter, not Paladin like Mike, or Ranger like Lucas would totally work for your play style. With the right stats you could be super quick and sneaky, but also totally awesome. And you aren’t so limited in weapons, Lucas told me about how awesome you were with the nail-bat. Wish I could have seen it. I mean, if I was braver maybe I could have but... I’m not getting into that. Anyways, a baseline fighter can do so many cool things and we can create things based on fantasy and comics to work for what you want. Like a bait and switch, where you switch places with someone. And items, we could give you boots of striding to add to your movement. If you ever play, bring it up to the guys, Dustin would be your best bet.

Also pick to be a halfling, they can re-roll their natural ones. It’ll piss Mike off. I shouldn’t be saying that cause you know I lo... like Mike alot. I think you know how much. If anyone does its you and Jonathan. But I think it would make you laugh, and I’m all for that. I am not above laughing sometimes at Mike’s expense. I’m not there to do so, so count this as my blessing as his longest lifetime friend. Please carry on the tradition for me.

I’ve been kind of avoiding the elephant in the room. The fact that you’re reading this and I’m not there. No one was thrilled with the idea, which honestly baffled me as it seemed like the only option. Or maybe I was bit in shock that everyone cared so much. Either way, none of it was in vain. He’s gone. And if he comes back, then something tells me I will too. I am Zombie Boy after all. But he wont. You guys did it.

Be there for El. I know you. You will. But don’t forget about the guys too, they aren’t going to want to show how they really feel, they’re hurting. Don’t treat them any different though. I hated that. I hated when people thought I would break. They will too.

I’m not that great with words. You know that, art has always been my forte. But thank you. You have done so much for me. You have been there for me when the guys weren’t. You didn’t make me feel weird or left out that summer. You were one of the party I think from the moment the boys tried to get your identity out of Keith at Palace Arcade when you smashed Dustin’s Dig Dugg record.

I’m sorry I’m gone. And if you’re sad about it, I’m sorry for that. I like to think that any flash of red I see zooming by, is you. Even if its not, it’ll be a nice reminder of your brightness.

- Will

On the bottom of the letter is a fully colored halfling, in bright armor much like Max’s clothes she was known for wearing, with flaming red hair blowing in the breeze, she’s running about to take a jump to smash an orc with a weapon that looks suspiciously like a nail bat.

[playingplayer2]

Hi, vent post here. Domestic violence, child abuse, and court trauma below, no need to read this, I'm just kinda screaming and bouncing around my own skull rn.

I was just poking at my face in the mirror and it made me think back to about 8 years ago-

I was almost 14, just a few months shy of it, had called the cops on my dad twice in the last 8 months because he got violent on one or another of his custody days. That time, we got into an argument about me going to a school play I wasn't in because I'd missed too much school from being out sick, so, trying to be responsible I'd dropped out of the play early on to try and keep up with my school work, because fuck, I knew getting a scholarship was gonna be my only way I'd get to go to college and I need good grades for that shit.

Anyways. One of my friends- we're no longer friends- came by with tickets to the school play for me and my sibling because we'd planned to go for about 2 months. That morning, he'd been fine with it. That evening, he sure as fuck wasn't. We got into an argument while she was there, and I could see him getting starting to get aggressive, like the kind of oh-fuck-he's-gonna-hit-me-again, aggressive.

So I told my friend and sibling to gtfo of the room and wheeled back around to keep that fuckers eyes on me.

I don't really remember a lot of what was said. Frankly, after that, I don't remember jack shit except screaming at him to 'let me go, get your fucking hands off of me,' after he slapped me hard enough for my whole body to do a 180° turn.

I don't remember more than flashes of clinging to the doorway, and the white walls of the narrow apartment hallway to my room where he threw me down against my door and started screaming at me to go to my room.

I called the cops. Again. The third time in 8 months. Once had been in the summer. Then again in late fall/early winter. And then again, in February.

It wasn't the first time he'd thrown me around like that. Though it was the last. Physically at least— I still spent four more years terrified that he'd do it again, but maybe being found guilty of child abuse had scared him, because he never hit me like that again. He'd push me around, yell a bit, threaten me. But he never beat me till I was black and purple again.

I called my mother after that. She has been downstairs, waiting for us, she's been planning to drive us to the school for the play. She had to wait till the cops showed up before we could go to her, my memory was already feeling spotty and I'm pretty sure between the blunt force trauma and dissociating that I lost a good 20-30 minutes.

My then-friend was in the play and was allowed to leave shortly after the cops arrived.

The cops that showed up said that they didn't like their time being wasted, that they'd been called here before for similar things and nothing had been found any of those times. I recognized one of the cops, but not the one talking to us. They said there was no proof that anything had happened and that I wasn't even bruised, surely I was being hysterical and dramatic as a teenage girl was wont to do.

For reference, I'm half Chinese. My father is from Hong Kong, he, like his father who was from North of Beijing, has darker skin. My mom's fish-belly white. I take more after my father in terms of skin tone, especially when I was younger and spent so much time outside under the sun.

The aforementioned cop saying everything to me was a big white man, towering over me and my mother both, with very short, sandy coloured hair who took one look at my me and my mother and my father and said that without proof of injury, there couldn't be anything wrong, but oh no, we could go home with our mother and bring it up with our lawyers if we felt so strongly about it.

We left. We drove for a bit. All of us shaky and upset. Terrified. Furious.

We dithered a bit, really, I wasn't calm enough for an urgent care waiting room and, for whatever reason, I was hungry. So we got food and then we drove to an urgent care. Waited for a while, got seen and sent to the hospital because I apparently had a concussion. None of us had ever had one, as far as we knew, so we didn't know what the signs were. We probably would have gone to the hospital sooner if we had.

I see a slew of nurses and doctors who are all horrified, by then it's been 2-4 hours since it had all gone down and my father's handprint was pretty fucking clear on my face, spanning from my ear to the bridge of my nose, chin to forehead and getting darker and more colourful the whole while.

The only reason my concussion wasn't "severe" was because I didn't throw up past the back of my mouth. I wasn't even trying to not throw up. I just couldn't at that point, I was too fucking exhausted and overwhelmed.

It took a month and a half for his handprint to go away, and six months of PT, OT, and ST before I was mostly back to normal.

Alongside that was some of the most traumatic "family therapy" I'd ever gone to where the "therapists" threatened us, literally threatened, i'm not fucking kidding, in almost every session.

By the time I started my freshman year of highschool that September, my father had custody of us again. He'd been found guilty of child abuse and he got 50/50 custody.

We got told that if we tried to bring him [our father] to court again that she [the judge overseeing our case] would and could remove me and my sibling from our mother's custody.

That year we also found out that:

A) he'd sprained my wrist so badly that he'd almost broken it and we didn't know! So now it'll never be quite in the right spot ever again!

B) doctors would diagnose my dyslexia as "stress induced" (I've had it my whole life, actually? I'm still dyslexic, shockingly enough) but they wouldn't formally diagnose my "alarmingly high" stress levels, my (C)PTSD, or the glaringly obvious ADHD that had been brought up and dismissed directly in front of me. By the doctors. Because that "wasn't what they were testing me for."

C) that reading was never, ever, going to be as easy for me again because of the permanent damage he did (six fucking months to recover just enough to not need daily PT and OT at a specialized concussion clinic and it wasn't a "severe" concussion. Yeah. Fucking sure.)

D) there was SOMETHING wrong with my eye but we still don't know what because my then eye doctor gaslit the fuck out of us (we later, now two years ago) found out that I have a cataract in one of my eye from blunt force trauma. Gee. I wonder where that came from.

E) no actually, we went to get me evaluated (lk got threatened by the judge to do this, lawyers were right fucking there and heard it, and yet the threat wasn't in the transcript, hmmm....) at a clinic, I was not "delusional," "psychotic," or ""crazy."" (thanks dad, that was a great experience.)

F) that I'd gotten whiplash from when he slapped me.

G) that he could break the restraining order w/o repercussions by showing up at an appointment, but if I had a panic attack when they tried to force me to see him in "family therapy" they blackmailed me by saying that my mother was unfit to have custody until I just kinda... Blanked out on our appointments :)

8 years on, 4 of which I've been a legal adult, and he still sends me mail, I'm terrified of shouting and slamming doors and angry men being near me, I can't sing without my nose getting immediately congested and my cheekbone hurting, my collarbones twinge regularly, and I still can't remember most of those 5 minutes, start to finish from him slapping me to him throwing me into my door. But do get flashbacks when I'm in narrow hallways, especially if the walls are white.

And that's why I'm itching for a knife rn I'm just going to ignore that urge because I have yet to not be in a house without an abusive man and I'd like to see if life is any better without that before I make up my mind about that.