Deefigs

ー мιуαησ мαмσʀυ ❀ 宮野 真守 ♦️ נυηє 8

                 ɪᴄᴏɴ. ꜱᴇɪʏᴜᴜ. ꜱɪɴɢᴇʀ. ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇʀ. ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ. ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴇʀ. ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ. 

Words will never be enough to say how much I love you, Mamo-chan. Thank you...thank you for blessing our lives, with your wonderful talents. 

Don’t swear by the moon The moon is always changing O swear not by the moon

“You’re getting the batter everywhere!” Laughter spills from your throat as you watch Jackson struggle to ladle the pancake batter into the frying pan. He ends up spilling it on not only on the stove, but himself too. “We’re not going to have any left!”

Jackson presses a batter-covered finger to his lips, “Shhhh... I’m a professional, baby! Don’t worry about a thing!”

You hold back another giggle and return to making the eggs. However, your focus is once again disrupted when Jackson suddenly leans forward to press a sloppy kiss against your cheek—smearing sticky batter all across your skin.

“Baby-!” Your whine steals a coo from your boyfriend, who sends an innocent smile your way before returning to the stove to flip what is supposed to be a pancake.

Pairing: Jackson/F!Reader

Summary: Spending a month without your boyfriend was bearable, worthwhile when you knew that he’d always come home to you in the end, arms open and smiling from ear to ear. Your happiness upon seeing Jackson step in through the front door after what felt like ages was expected.

Your intense horniness the second he had his hands on you, however, was not. Sudden, desperate reunion sex, however, was absolutely not something you were going to complain about.

Features/warnings: short fic, established relationship, fluff, Jackson and reader are so whipped for each other, hints of reader being a little shy, Jackson is a very sweet boyfriend, dirty talk, unprotected sex, partially clothed desperate fucking up against a wall, partially clothed desperate fucking on the floor, this is yet another one of my totally self-indulgent pwp pieces nobody judge me goshdarnit

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Jacks: be home in 20. can’t wait to see you.

It hadn’t yet been twenty minutes, but you’d continued on with your restless pacing and quietly eager shuffling, bare feet moving with almost whispered steps across the cool, cherry wood floors. Your efforts to avoid checking the clock on your phone or glancing down the hall towards the apartment’s entryway had largely failed, gaze darting towards passing digits and a still closed door too many times to count. The idea of watching TV or listening to music had hardly crossed your mind, seeming too easy to ignore when the only thoughts clouding your brain were of the man on his way home to you.

Hey sweetie! Thank you so much ♥️

You definitely can have two ships :)

For the Harry Potter ship, I think you’d best fit with:

George Weasley.

Because: you’re extrovert, so you wouldn’t have any trouble to laugh with him through his pranks or even plot one of your own, you like kids, liking kids would mean you’d like their jokes and so you would be able to handle George when his pranks get too bad. You’re quite on the emotional side, just like George you’d rather laugh it off with a prank, making the most out of the least.

As for StarWars, I think you’d make a good ship with;

Poe Dameron.

Because you’re a smart girl who is perfectly capable of handling someone like Poe Dameron, his cockiness and flirty side. You like basketball and baseball so that would mean there is a competitive side in you, however small it may be, Poe could appreciate a good match. The fact that you learn new languages is something Poe would like, he would love to listen to you speaking your new learned language.

You always do his laundry, put his stuff away, and make/order a meal. It was routine and ensured he’d have some relaxation time when he first came home. Per usual, you relaxed with him for awhile with no problem before going to get his bags and wash his clothes. Once you opened the bag and started separating the clothing into piles that’s when he shouted. “Stop going through my stuff! You’re not my mother, (y/n)! I’m a grown man I can do things on my own!”

So, now you sit on a park bench in the park close to your apartment. The park you first met at. Letting Jackson cool down. You looked around at the couples walking hand in hand casually and happily and you thought back to all the secret nights you and Jackson would meet up to not get caught by anyone.

“Remember when you climbed half way up that tree?” You looked up to see Jackson, wearing a mask to avoid being noticed. “It took me an hour to reassure you that you wouldn’t fall coming back down.” He chuckled and it made you smile. Not only the memory, but his cute laugh you loved so much.

“I couldn’t see anything...” you smile up at him. He sat beside you and looked around. “I remember the first time we went here during the day...” you again, smiled at the memories.

“I’m sorry, (y/n).” He stated seriously while looking you in the eyes. “I just... I don’t want you to feel like you have to mother me.” He spoke, “You do a lot and I want to make sure you get rest too.” He nodded and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Jackson Wang. You have yet to put a ring on this finger, if I’m doing anything for you it’s definitely because I want to do it.” You teased with a smile. “Trust me, if I really didn’t want to do the things I do. I wouldn’t be doing them.” You nodded reassuringly. Despite the mask you knew Jackson was smiling gratefully under his mask.

happy birthday to my love, jackson wang

A/N: A long blurb I wrote to get back into writing. I know I’ve been away for a long time. This is my first time dipping into the BCS world, and writing Nacho, so I’d LOVE your feedback. I think I’m going to write more Nacho, since there seems to be a shortage of him on here. 

P.S. This ends suddenly

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: Explicit sex, Violence, Drugs, things typical of the Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul universe. Might not be for everyone

Pairing: Nacho x Reader

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“Will I see you tonight?”

“I don’t know, I’ve still got a lot to do here,” he said, looking at the warehouse where the exchange was to happen.

She sighed. “Please? I miss you, Ignacio.” She continued dramatically, “It’s so lonely in this bed.” She stretched out seductively as if he could see her.

Nacho breathed a laugh. “Okay, baby. I’ll come by after I finish up.”

“Promise?”

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