#[peach is away.💌]

[peachsayshi]

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ blessings ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

↬ summary: nanami kento tries to be the perfect husband and father but when a tough night fighting curses ends badly it results in nanami snapping at his daughter. 

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: nanami x female reader; hurt/comfort; nanami has a daughter; domestic drama; being a jujutsu sorcerer is hard; momotarō is a famous Japanese folk tale :c ↬･ wc: 3,383

↬ notes: hi, everyone! I'm currently not really active at the moment so please don't feel disheartened if I haven't been responding to your messages or tagged posts. I'm taking a small break and only coming online for a bit to catch up on some messages, read fics or queue posts. I'll be back to properly posting and interacting soon but in the meantime I wanted to share that I finished up this draft over the weekend. I was actually debating if I should post this but then just decided to go for it! sending all my love xx

nanami’s head is heavy, completely clouded with despair, and it tints his brown eyes a shade of murky gray. the walls of his beautiful home feel narrow, almost claustrophobic, which explains why he’s struggling to catch his breath right now. stepping into the hallway, he instinctively peeks into the dining area to find you and his daughter eating dinner together. she’s sitting on the chair, her legs far too short to even touch the ground, holding a half eaten onigiri between her small hands. you are by her side, sneakily tidying up after her as you brush away the stray beads of rice trickling onto the table. 

a little glow blooms in nanami’s heart at the sight of you both but there is a vicious creature residing in the pit of his stomach that veils the bright light away. 

he quietly takes off his jacket, his bruised fingers loosening the tie around his neck. he clears his throat before announcing with exhaustion to you both that he’s finally home. 

your eyes meet his, the muscles on your face falling immediately. he can practically feel the blood rushing through your veins as worry washes over you. the reaction makes his chest uncomfortably tight, but he knows that he can’t hide his expressions around you like he used to. 

you both move together so fluidly now, like a single body of water that ebbs and flows to its own natural current. 

he escaped the night’s fight with a few cuts and a couple of bad bruises, but there is currently a student on shoko’s table who barely made it through. the young man arrived at jujutsu tech only a couple of weeks ago, but his naive and charismatic qualities turned into fatal flaws in the world of sorcery.

he bit off more than he could chew by trying to take on a special grade curse.  

shoko promised nanami that she would heal the boy, but admitted there was only so much she can do in regards to the aftermath of his injuries. the sorcerer couldn’t bare to leave him behind, but gojo refused that he stay and insisted that he return back home to his pretty wife and adorable daughter immediately. 

“I’ll handle things from here,” is what his superior said, while nanami’s guilt climbed up his throat. 

that student was his responsibility... 

...and he failed him entirely. 

“papa’s home!” his daughter chirps. the pitch of her voice ringing in nanami’s ears to pull him back to the present and far away from the scene where life and death were dancing together in a tango.  “papa, look, look...mama and I made onigiri!” 

her feet bounces up and down, and there’s a touch of a pink against her cheeks when her mouth stretches into a beaming grin. the innocence in her eyes makes nanami falter and he can feel himself falling deeper into the abyss. for a minute he resents himself for selfishly bringing such a beautiful thing into this world, only to gamble with the fact that she may potentially be in his shoes one day. 

he begs for that outcome to never happen, beseeches whatever higher power above him that exists to spare her from this life. she should never have to go through this, never have to experience these heartbreaks that only wither a person down. 

“I can see that,” nanami replies in a low voice before shifting his attention to his feet. 

right now, he can’t stomach an ounce of her purity, and it radiates around her like a halo. she's so unbothered by his presence, so completely unaware of the sudden change in the atmosphere around her... 

“we made tuna, salmon, and veggies...” she babbles on. 

“how nice...” nanami curtly interrupts, before anxiously running his fingers through the strands of his messy blonde hair. 

“which one do you want, papa?” she questions eagerly, pointing her sticky hands at the plate to show off the selection of triangles. 

“sweets,” you interject just as nanami turns on his heel to walk in the other direction, “how about we finish up eating our dinner, and we can save some for your daddy tomorrow...”

“nooo!” she whines far too loudly, which forces nanami to stop dead in his tracks. he glances over his shoulder to see her puffing out her bottom lip with disappointment, “you said...you said we make it so we eat together!” 

she’s only six. 

she can’t perceive that her father is struggling to hold himself together. deep down inside nanami knows that, but it isn’t enough to keep his cool. he doesn’t know why his daughter’s insistence causes him to pinch the front of his brows with annoyance or why he shoots a frustrated look in her direction. 

he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly picturing shoko calling the student’s parents to deliver the news that the man who was supposed to protect their child was unsuccessful in his duty. 

he doesn’t know why he feels at fault for everything that happened, even though the circumstances of the events were completely out of his control.  

he doesn’t know why he’s imagining himself on the receiving end of a very similar call, or why he can’t stop picturing his precious daughter on that table instead…

all of this pummels into him, and the monster emerges out from it’s cave.  

“be quiet and stop making such a fuss.” 

his voice comes out sharper than expected, and the expulsion of his frustration allows him to see the crystal clear picture before him. 

the room is dead silent. 

your face is in full shock at the hissing tone of your sweet husband snapping at his darling baby girl who he only ever speaks to with a gentle voice. 

what truly unravels nanami is the look that his daughter is giving him - her angelic features are sullen, but her eyes remain wide with surprise. her bottom lip is slack, and the only sound he can hear is her uneasy breathing. her eyes, the most beautiful gems in existence, twinkle as tears begin to form and she tries to quickly blink them away before turning her attention back to her plate.  

nanami doesn’t know he managed to stop time itself but the three of you remain frozen in place. 

he regrets his words immediately. 

he wants nothing more than to pull his precious girl close into his chest and smother her with apologies. the part of him with sense tells him to follow through and make things right with her, but instead he begrudgingly continues to wallow in his own self pity as he walks over to his room. 

･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

the house is unusually quiet now, the music of domestic joy morphing into hushed murmurs and whispers outside your room door. you settle your crestfallen daughter into her bedroom before moving to check on your husband next. 

fresh out of the shower, nanami is seated on the edge of the bed with his exhausted eyes pressed firmly into the palms of his hands. he exhales a heavy breath, his dirty work clothes still piled just outside the bathroom, and your heart nearly collapses seeing him in such a state of disarray.

you kneel before him, two hands sliding across the soft material of his sweats as you brush them along his thighs before carefully bringing them up to circle around his wrists. 

“kento?” 

he allows you to pull his palms away but your throat constricts when a band forms tightly around your neck. you swallow the lump with an upturn of your brows as you are greeted with red, exhausted eyes. you cup that handsome face in your hands, your thumbs sweetly motioning back and forth across his cheeks as you try to soothe the tension away. 

after all this time together, it hurts you to see that he still tries to hide his tears. nanami constantly holds himself to the highest standard, always ensuring that he can solidify himself as the rock for you and your daughter to depend on through thick and thin. it’s so rare for you to see him crack, to watch him crumble under the overbearing weight of the things that he is burdened to carry. 

“you had a rough night,” you point out in a low, sympathetic voice and he simply just nods his head in acknowledgement. 

his eyes flutter close again when you lean forward to press a tender, reassuring kiss on his brow. “you want a talk about it?” 

the way his voice shakes makes you shiver, but you tentatively listen as he relays the events of the night before finally concluding that satoru called him only a few minutes ago to reassure him that the student in question is alright. 

“he lost an eye, but at least he’s alive...” he concludes somberly, the warble in his final statement prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him in for a protective hug. 

nanami receives it with gratitude, strong arms circling around your waist as he buries his nose into the crook of your shoulder and breathes in.

your scent is a reminder of his permanent sanctuary.

a safety, a reassurance of home.

you stroke his blonde locks between your fingers until he exhales, "i'm so sorry," he breathes, "I...I didn't mean to snap like that..."

a tiny smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you unravel yourself to cup his jaw into your palms once again. "I appreciate the apology, but I don't think I should be on the receiving end of it..." you hint sweetly.

nanami closes his eyes guiltily. "I'm a horrible father."

you click your tongue with disappointment, your face falling as your disapproval pinches between the space of your brows.

"you're just human," you remind him defensively, "you're a wonderful father, the best man that our daughter can look up to"

"did you see the look on her face?" he replies, his voice unnaturally small. the tender expression he gives you is filled with regret, and it's enough to make your heart ache all over again.

"kento," you contend, "don't do this to yourself. we're both going to have days where we mess up, but that doesn't mean that the problem can't be fixed."

you thread his hair between your fingers, like your brushing through rays sunlight. "she's waiting for me to read her a bedtime story," you explain, "but I'm sure she would rather be with you instead..."

"I doubt that," your husband replies as he reaches for your hand to kiss the inside of your palm.

"we will always love you, kento," you answer back, "unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"

he didn't even know how desperately he needed to hear that, for your certainty to remedy away all his sorrows, until they actually left your lips.

your husband's throat tightens, tears pricking his eyes once more but he hides them away when he leans in to seek out a kiss from the woman whose heart he deeply adores.

･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

nanami leans his shoulder against the frame of his daughter's room. his heart patters lightly, making him realize that he might actually be nervous. it's strange, he thinks, that he would feel hesitant to approach his own child considering that he was her guardian but nanami had never allowed his professional life to fracture into his personal one like this before.

she's seated on the floor next to a pile of books and her stuffed rabbit secured tightly underneath her arm. there's a warmth in his chest when when he makes note of the soft toy, because he purchased that himself the day she was born and the pair have been inseparable ever since.

he clears his throat, bringing his scuffed knuckles to gently knock on the door.

"my love?" he calls out to her.

his daughter perks up, her breathing changing slightly as it rises and falls with a hint of apprehension. she glances over her shoulder to see him.

"where's mama?" she asks, her question shattering the man into a million pieces at her subtle dismissal.

"taking a shower," he answers cooly, "but I'm here to get you ready for bed..."

her lovely eyes refuse to lock into his own, and she simply tucks her lip between her bottom teeth to avoid giving nanami a reply.

she looks so much like him when he was a child. he remembered when his parents used to scold him too, and how he would also hide away in his room. the only difference is that nanami's parents were far more traditional - a time where elders were never submissive to young hearts.

"may I come in?" he requests politely, ensuring that his daughter knew she had a choice if she wanted to speak to him.

her nostrils flare slightly while she considers him, but to his relief she nods her head eagerly.

nanami steps into her room, always feeling largely out of place amongst her things. "did you find a story for bed?" he asks.

she again quietly nods her head and picks up her favorite book; a compilation of japanese folktales with beautiful illustrations. you both have been reading one for her each night ever since she got it it as a present from her grandparents.

he crouches on his knees to meet her at eye level. "you've really been enjoying this one, haven't you?" he carries on, hoping to coax more words out of her.

“yeah,” she replies in the same mousy voice of uncertainty. she shifts her attention away when she stands on her feet, clutching onto the stuffed bunny tightly while her other hand swings the book by her side.

“and what tale are we reading tonight?”

she shrugs her shoulders with indifference, a hint of pink blushing her cheek. “I dunno. I��I can just until mama is ready…”

nanami visibly slumps. her rejection an entirely new painful experience that he's never endured before. he scratches the back of his head anxiously, finding himself at a loss for words. the seconds pass, an awkward bubble surrounding both father and daughter. it’s only broken when nanami exhales a sigh, and reaches his hands towards her waist to draw her into his frame.

“darling,” he addresses tenderly, “can you look at me?”

“no, you were mean…” she blurts out, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

nanami’s heart sinks.

that’s the first time he’s ever heard those words from her lips.

“I know,” he murmurs shamefully.

her mouth forms into a tiny button of a pout but she meets his eyes for the first time as he acknowledges his behavior.

nanami arches forward to kiss her forehead, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, sweetheart. I’m so sorry if I upset or scared you”

she fidgets with the book in her hand. “did you not want onigiri?” she asks, her innocence tugging the corners of her father’s lips into a small grin.

“it wasn’t the onigiri, my love,” he reassures, “daddy just…had a bad day at work…”

“why was it bad?”

nanami sighs once again.

she still doesn’t know that he’s a sorcerer. you’ve both reduced his position to her by simply explaining that nanami “helps and protects people".

thankfully your daughter doesn’t pry too hard to ask any further questions.

“someone I know got hurt. so, daddy was a little shaken up when he came home…”

"shaken up?"

"scared, my love"

his daughter shakes her head in disbelief, “nu-uh, you never get scared, papa” she rebuts.

nanami huffs out a laugh, flashing her a full grin now as he brings his fingers to his chin to to ponder her sweet statement. he quirks his brow and cheekily replies, "we can't all be brave like you," in an attempt to lighten the mood.

his daughter narrows her eyes towards his hand, her mind instantly distracted with other things already. "you got hurt too papa!" she gasps, dropping the bunny by her side to point at his knuckles.

nanami glances at his fingers covered in red marks.

"wait!" she exclaims as she places the book by his side. "I have something!"

she spins on her heel and rushes towards one of her drawers. meanwhile, nanami just takes her in with his love soaked eyes, watching as she rummages through her stuff with determination until she scurries back his way.

"got it!" she squeaks with a smile, and to his surprise she jumps right into his arms with such nonchalance it nearly make him crumble on the spot.

your voice echoes in the back of his mind: "we will always love you, kento. unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"

"mama bought it for me," she explains, regaining her father's attention once more.

nanami rests his cheek on her shoulder, and inhales her powdery scent as he keeps one arm warmly secured around her waist. he watches her peel off the plaster of the band aid, lbefore grabbing his hand and placing it unevenly over his knuckles.

"now a kiss!" she adds, as she brings his hand to her mouth and exaggerates a loud "mwah" sound for emphasis. "mama says the kiss is what makes it all better"

nanami instantly feels significantly better from this remedy of love. he extends his digits out, and looks at the hot pink "hello kitty" band aid that now rests comfortably on his knuckles.

"thank you, my darling," he coos and peppers her cheek with a few kisses before turning her to face him once again. "you made me feel a lot better"

she flashes him an equally large smile in return, showing off her missing teeth.

"I did?"

nanami chuckles as he scoops her up in his arms to give her a well deserved bear hug. she laughs as he stands on his two feet, and sheds away any lingering thoughts of apprehension that may have stuck.

"you always do," he reassures, his soul vibrating back to life when he feels her return his embrace. “you think you can forgive me for how I spoke earlier?”

“yeah,” she confirms and squeezes him just a little tighter. "I love you lots, papa"

"oh, my angel," he hums, "you have no idea just how much I love you too..."

･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

after winding down from your evening pampering session, you decide to pass by your daughter's room to check on your little family. you peer through the cracked door to find nanami spread out on your daughter’s bed, with your daughter curled into side and her head resting on his chest.

“did I come from a peach too like momotarō?” you hear her ask, but your heart flutters at the sight of your husband’s pearly whites.

you’ll never get over how much you love seeing him smile with such genuine emotion.

“no,” you hear nanami reply calmly, his finger lightly holding the page open. “you remember your mother explaining how you used to live in her stomach first?”

“oh yeah,” your daughter replies with a hint of disappointment over the fact that she was not birthed from a piece of fruit as mentioned in one of her favorite folk tales.

“shall I carry on?”

“uh-huh,” she answers and she readjusts her position to get even more comfortable. "I think if we look hard enough we might find momotarō..."

"you think so?" your husband wonders with honest curiosity.

"I know so, papa!"

"how many peaches do you think we need to check?"

"hmmm," she mumbles, "maybe a million?"

"a million?" your husband dramatically replies, "that's a lot of peaches don't you think,"

"I mean, it's less than a billion..." she responds quite matter of factly.

you catch his gaze from between the door that’s ajar. his expression fully relaxes, and you smile knowingly in his direction at the sight of father and daughter making up.

“papa?” his daughter questions upon his sudden silence, but your husband keeps his focus on you as he hums in acknowledgement before replying, "you're not wrong, but it'll still be quite a challenge to cut through a million peaches..."

"we might need some help," your daughter adds on.

you blow him a secret kiss as to not interrupt further, and quietly close the door before heading back to your bedroom.

[peachsayshi]

I am so so so so soft

.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. it’s late at night and you try to cuddle with sukuna. keyword; try.

wc. 1.2k

tags. true form!sukuna x female reader. fluff, angst (+comfort). heian era. size difference (readers referred to as small). sukuna’s a bit mean, but he also has a soft spot for you. miscommunication ? it gets solved. reader gets called ‘woman, doll’.

“what are you trying to do?” sukuna sighs. you’re up to something again, he figures. his red eyes follow your body as it crawls up to him on the bed.

you’re both tired after a long day of fulfilling some duties here and there around the estate. all you need is a big beefy man wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm and safe.

the perfect man for that is sukuna. those four arms of his wrapped around your small body feel like heaven.

“it’s called cuddling,” you retort. the sarcastic tone you used triggers a deep sigh from the sorcerer. sukuna holds back the urge to say something sarcastic as well.

he doesn’t utter a single word once you snuggle up to his chest. you’ve taught him how to cuddle during the first time you asked him to hold you. sukuna was awkward with showing any type of affection back then.

. . he still very much is.

“hug, please,” you remind him. the cold-hearted man scoffs, though listens to your polite request. all four of his arms imprison you against his chest, your small body nearly disappearing behind his limbs.

that’s what you like most about those cuddles you share together; how you fit so perfectly in his strong arms. it’s much more comforting than you thought it would be.

a pair of hands rests on your waist, the other pair on your hips. sukuna glances down at you and immediately notices that smile on your lips. even after all this time, he still cannot fathom why you’re so carefree around a monster like him.

and that inability to understand you and your love for him is accompanied by an urge to push you away.

“you got your hug, now get up,” sukuna interrupts the silence. his voice is cold and devoid of emotion—he uses that voice when he talks to other people. not with you, “i have better things to attend to.”

thus, it hurts. when he talks to you like that. like you’re not the person he secretly cherishes most. though, you remind yourself of sukuna’s own words. the ones you heard him say a while ago.

‘love is meaningless’, he said. you remember. and yet you kept hoping that he’d change his mind about that statement. you hoped and eventually saw exactly that: your presence and your affectionate gestures mellowed his heart of steel.

but all that effort seems to go down the drain every time sukuna pushes you away.

you know it’s because he’s unfamiliar with the feelings of love. he may not say it nor show it, but you know that sukuna’s afraid of hurting you. so, he creates a gap between you two every now and then.

you know and yet you’re patient.

“oh, ‘kay,” you nod in understanding. you pull away from his embrace and get up from the bed. your bottom lip trembles.

sukuna is not gullible. he’s anything but oblivious. especially if it’s about how you feel and act. he notices every single change in your mood; whether you mask it or not.

you walk to the sliding doors—ready to open them and step out into the hallway. your eyes are a bit watery, but you quickly blink the tears away and take a deep breath in. you reach for the door.

“come back here, woman.”

sukuna’s booming voice makes you stop. you glance at his form over your shoulder. he’s leaning against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

is he. . . upset?

“why? you said you had better things to attend to.” you answer with a shrug. you try your best to not make it seem like his earlier words had effected you. you turn your head towards the word with a huff, “go on, then.”

sukuna narrows his eyes. he sucks at communicating what he actually desires—what he actually wants. right now that want is for you to stay. even though that completely contradicts his previous words.

the sorcerer doesn’t know what to do. when you’re with him, he pushes you away out of guilt. when you’re away, he wants you back with him.

love is complicated.

“you. . .” sukuna grunts in frustration. all those feelings for you inside of his heart are playing with his rational thoughts. he doesn’t like seeing you upset. he wants the usual you back, “tsk. fine then.”

silence, followed by the creaking of the bed frame. seems like sukuna’s getting up to do whatever ‘business’ he needed to attend. at least, that’s what you thought.

you slide the door open and set a foot outside of the chambers. before the other could follow, you’re suddenly lifted up in the air by a strong pair of hands. your vision turns upside down as your body is effortlessly hoisted onto a shoulder.

“woah!” you gasp and feel the blood go to your head. your eyes are fixed on the back of your lover. you kick your legs in protest, but only get a smack to your ass in response. you whine at that, “put me down!”

“watch it, doll,” sukuna hisses at your fierce demand, a warning to fix your tone. he puts you back down on the soft mattress. he’s surprisingly gentle when he settles you in place—not throwing you on the bed or anything similar, “should’ve listened when i told you the first time.”

your eyes meet sukuna’s and you notice how much they’ve softened. that alone makes the lump in your throat disappear. your love for him isn’t one sided—you’ve always kept that in the back of your mind—yet your thoughts made you overlook the little things he does for you.

his actions speak louder than his words. that’s the kind of man he is.

sukuna’s trying to open up more, though that process is slow. you’re fine with that.

especially when there’s that faint pout on his lips as he stares at you. his eyebrows are still furrowed, his crimson eyes sharp yet warm.

“oh, you want me back in bed this bad?” you tease once you get the opportunity. the man in front of you clicks his tongue and grabs your cheeks with one hand, turning your head up to face him.

sukuna’s eyes are focused on yours. the eye contact is intimidating, but you’re hypnotised. you physically can’t look away. he leans in and bites your lip with his sharp canines, “shut up.”

that raspy whisper alone confirms your assumption. you giggle at his attempt of refuting your point. you’re used to all those intimidating words and actions he pulls to get you to stop your teasing.

those empty threats—it’s becoming rather cute with how hard he tries to deny everything. he fails nearly every time, however.

“come,” sukuna lays back against the pillows after placing a quick and sloppy kiss against your lips. he pulls your body against his and presses your head against his chest, right where his heart is beating, “continue with your.. ‘cuddling’ thing.”

he put your ear right above his heart, because he remembers listening to his heartbeat calms you down. you told him that a while back. sukuna doesn’t understand why you like it, but his fingers massage your scalp either way.

that’s also something that brings you comfort.

you’re surprised by how much he knows about you, but appreciate it anyway. he remembers both the big and small things about you. ‘that’s how he probably shows his love,’ you conclude silently.

[aboutkiyoomi]

ex factor | an atsumu miya x reader

"loving you is like a battle and we both end up with scars." 💌

❂ an atsumu x f!reader

❂ cw: childhood bestfriends to lovers, some exes to lovers lol, some angstty teenage feelings (nothing too heartbreaking), atsumu sucks at feelings and some suggestive content. everyone is still in highschool and a bitt ooc📫

❂ cw will be at the beginning of every chapter. i love how silly but absolutely stupid i made tsum in this.

❂ taglist is open! send a dm or a request to be added !

m. list 📮

indicates major writing chapters - [📨]

indicates minor writing chapters - [💌]

intros : twins + adopted triplet , the inarizaki bunch + certifiedcitygurls!

i. she won't go away

ii. the atsumu miya effect [💌]

iii. honey

iv. time machine

v. is it that me, espresso? [📨]

vi. i wish you roses [💌]

vii. reflections

viii. where'd all the time go? [📨]

ix. right my wrongs [📨]

x. distraction [💌]

xi. whatever she wants [💌]

xii. meet me at our spot [📨]

xiii. peaches and cream

xiv. melting [💌]

[thewriterg]

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭...

pairing(s); john price x gn!reader, 141 x reader

summary; trying to find as most comfort as you could in your predicament youd do what any rational person would… bake, but it was a bit difficult when you had six foot rodents in your kitchen —flufftober day; 4—

word count; 1.0k+

warning(s); readers callsign is peach, papa price, small argument price just cares, fluff, kisses, pet names, and language

playlists; lover, you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley

A/n:—GIFs; @madesh & @campesine-moved—

When you step towards the door you made sure to knock on the old wood in the rhythmic order agreed on so you wouldn’t be gunned down where you stood or dead before you had a chance to hit the floor

When the door creaked open a gun was put in your line of sight before it was took away so you were able to take a step into the old safe house immediately bombarded with questions as you put down the crate of goods down you body layered in a thin sheet of sweat under all of the clothes essentially tuning out your surroundings after being hyper aware for your hourlong journey

You stripped of one of Ghosts many balaclavas, Prices god awful bucket hat, Soaps pair of sunglasses, and Gazs too big gloves as you began tune back into the conversation that suddenly wasn’t as loud as it was while Price stood in front of you his voice demanding and gruff

“Where were you Peach? I won’t ask again don’t make me pull rank.” You sucked in a sharp breath using your fingers to crack your knuckles at your side before taking in another breath way smoother than the first before you responded

“I want to a market a few miles from here you wouldn’t have to worry so much if you read the note I left on the fridge” You responded voice void of emotion and it was Prices turn to suck in a a breath

“You could’ve been followed, someone spotted you and made the connection and use you as leverage, You had no backup! And no team!” The brunette that was beginning to grey began to get louder his voice carrying a pitch Price hated to yell at you anyone but you but right now it was one of those times where he had to be you captain rather than your lover

“I think you forgot I used to work alone. If it was one of the boys would you react like this please tell me!? We were running outta of food and safety percussion is that you don’t go out for the first 72 hours after locating in a safe house it’s been 96 excuse me for looking after my team Captain” With a snatching of the crate from its position on the floor you stormed through what you all deemed to be the living room with the harder than rocks couch and worn down wood coffee table making your way into the kitchen

Price ran a stressed hand through his hair before making his way out to the porch his boots thumping against the creaking hardwood floor as he went before lighting up a cigar

💌💌💌💌

There wasn’t much for you to work with in the kitchen it wasn’t the worst shelter you’d been in but it certainly wasn’t the best but you appreciated the small things lying around like an old cutting board, a small eating bowl, one stray pan and even a janky but working oven

You cut down on the apples with a little more force than needed using your combat knife as a kitchen utensils after you had washed it god knows how many times to rid of any… unwanted extras in your treat

“You need something Captain?” You questioned and John mentally grimaced at the title as you dumped a small bag of brown sugar over your cut fruit he knew after things like that you needed time but 40 minutes was all he could stand it was one of those rare situations he had to be your captain and your lover even though he strictly preferred being one or the other

“I wanted to apologize I didn’t mean to yell at you but, I need you to understand that that call was risky and not the safest route” The greying brunette stated his voice soft yet still had that gruff underlying accent

“Maybe so, but it’s deeper than that if it was anyone else you wouldn’t have reacted the same… You would’ve praised them for sharp thinking” You shook your head with a the twitch or your lips downward Price straightened up his stance now entering the kitchen fully

“Come one Peaches that’s not true, I would’ve reacted the same for any other it was a risky thing to do and I needed to call you out on it as your Captain the situation at hand just had a little more emotion involved” John just about pleaded for you to understand as you sighed stopping your motion of roughly mixing the apples and sugar together

“I just… want you to know that I don’t need protecting John I’m just as capable on my own than with anyone else” You mumbled turning to put the sugared fruit in the pan the burning eye on the stove giving it heat to cook down before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist eyes peering over your shoulder

“And I know you are, I never doubt you. I do however worry about you because I love you and care for your safety” His tone now matched yours your and he began to smile when you leaned back into him

“I know, I’m sorry for worrying you” You whispered and Price pressed a kiss to the crown of your head in response as you stirred the filling gently momentarily having a second to yourselves before the sound of whisper shouting made its way through the room

“We were wondering if you needed a hand?” Soap questioned bashfully Gaz standing at his side while Ghost stared at the the two from his position at the small dining table with the roll of his eyes

“Tempting boys but, we all know how that would work out” You playfully rolled your eyes and Price chuckled from beside you his heart warm in his chest even if you were younger than Soap and Ghost you still referred to all of them as “the boys”

“Oh come on, that was Soaps fault!” Gaz pleaded and you snickered as the Scott let out an offended noise before the pair began to bicker with one another of who did it as you smiled and giggled at the sight Price watched you with love in his eyes

The sight was as sweet as apple pie.

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[peachsayshi]

does my desire to put myself at your will make your uncomfortable

This fucking guy-

"you know I'd do anything for you."

"ken..."

"I mean it," the yakuza boss persists, leaning forward as the two of you sit in the comfort of your shared matrimonial bed, 4 months of marriage with yet no arguments to be seen (to the surprise of everyone around you: maids, friends, your mother, and you). kento has been all the accommodating in this transition. even when he knew half your heart did not want to settle in like this, in this world.

"you don't have to say that," you hope the softness in your voice can lessen the weight of your words, "we don't have to do this... thing,"

"does my desire to put myself at your will make you uncomfortable?"

"i-it's not that-"

"then will you allow me?" he asks, "not as my wife, but as you," the way he says your name makes your heart skip a beat, your throat contracts as he leaves you with a question you were not expecting.

"I don't know what you're asking of me." you almost flinch when he sighs, fearing you've made this entirely worse, but at your question, your husband takes your hands in his.

"allow me to join you for brunch," you know exactly what he means by this. every saturday, you liked to eat outside the porch. with a book in hand or a pen, you used these objects as a means of comfort.

you now realize he was trying to be the same.

"okay," you breathe, sighing shakily as you nod. "do you... want to start tomorrow?" he nods.

"I'd like that, thank you."

[peachsukii]

💕 My Hero Academia Love Letter Series 💕

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✉️ Message received from: Katsuki Bakugo 💌 confession - i love you

i'm only gonna say this once...for now, 'cause you know how shit i am with words. i don't know how to thank you for the time we've spent together over the last few months. sure, we've been friends for years at this point, but that's different from now. you make me feel...invincible, like no obstacle is a challenge and you help lift me up to achieve anything i want. somethin' as stupid as your smile is enough to calm me down. the way your eyes light up whenever you laugh and my heart beats faster when you walk into a room. i used to hate those feelings, shovin' them away to deal with later on. but now? i never want that feeling to go away. there isn't a day that i don't think about you and how our future will turn out. all i know is that i want you to stay by my side through it all. god dammit, this is so lame of me to say over text instead of to your face, but that doesn't make it any less true. y/n...i love you. you're the spark that keeps my fire burnin' hot. we're gonna kick ass as pro-heroes after graduation - together. like it or not, peach, you're stuck with me. i'm never leavin' your side, no matter what. love ya, sweets.

dividers by @/jilval

[deesseshesca]

PAC :What are they gagging about u, again ?

Again… A fucking again. Nothing new, nothing changed. 

Good morning, pretty souls, today we are diving into the same mess people keep their mouth running regarding you. What’s the remix this time ? What have you done to upset the haters ? Like WTF do they want now ? 

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I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

TW: PANIC ATTACK

Pile 1

Check in : y'all come from a rich abusive household. You are about to run away. Or some of y’all might actually just move. 

What’s the gag ? 

King pentacles 

People are yapping about you,  are  your classmates or close friends . Y’all come from an abundant family heritage and are living the dream some will never get to even grasp. Let’s not forget your amazing composure. You can get anything you want whenever you want. Probably walking around with an Amex card. Book a ticket overseas at least 4x a year. Whole education in private school even high profile nanny. If you  are black, u hear often … « you talk white … ». I fucking hate that statement because what is that supposed to mean 😑… LOSER . They think u must have a very traditional way of thinking. Especially if u are white, they think u lean more towards far right ideologies. And the fact that u call your parents « papa » or « mother » is not helping your case. 

What’s actually gagging ? 

8 swords

Y’all are going through it with your family. I don’t have any vision regarding what’s going on behind closed doors. But I see you pulling a big bright smile after closing the front door of your house. I see y’all acting literally like a robot. The second that your parents ask for something. You do it. No question or critical thinking involved. Y’all are literally suffocating in your household. This time no amount of money, clothes or first class trip is cutting it. 

Bonus💌333, The universe is advising you not to run way. They know you are an individual with good values and you hate acting out of character. But they are giving you the green light to act like a spoiled child and throw a fit. So you can get your own apartment and enjoy a semi independent lifestyle before blowing the big gun. They will hate to see struggle in the real world when u already been through hell in your own home.

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PILE 2 

Check in : You guys recently got a face piercing. People around u wondered if u are a sex worker. You come from a small town. Y’all have the perfect hourglass figure or peach. Anyway, your ass is fat. 

What’s the gag ? 

Judgment (reverse)

They feel like too many bad things happen to you. Everyone in town is in your business. Which is not surprising. Like nobody actually minds their motherfucking business ( I’m sorry … I hate when people are in people's business, especially mine . Since I’m a toddler my fav sport is to mind the thinking that pay me … is so annoying when I run around individuals that fucking don’t This is why I never over read in y’all energy even in a collective setting. Like c’mon). I’m sorry pile 2, y’all lost u’re high school sweetheart. Y'all got married but it all scrambles down. They feel like you need Jesus. They think u are bitter, old  and alcoholic women. You need to give your heart to God and turn your life around. 

What’s actually gagging ? 

Queen swords (reverse) 

They are partially right (and i oop-). Nah, I have to stay serious. This is a serious matter. You lost the only good thing in your life. I would be turning bitter myself 2. In that nasty old town, where people never let you be in peace. First because of your mom's reputation then because of your beauty. Out here making fun of u because u gain weight. Bitch people are at the gym killing themself to have your curves. Some are dying on the bed of doctor Miami… for what ? I sense that it is constantly like that. Since you’ve been young they made smart comments about you. When they realize, u only get prettier from there… game over. Now they are calling you fast. Then calling you old, they wish. Y’all are between 25-27 like… ok, yeah ok, pipe down bitch (meme reference). You are pondering on doing a 360 of your life right now. You spend all this time  trying to please people around you and acting according to people's expectations. Now you want to live in a rather carefree lifestyle. Moving to the big city, where nobody cares about you and nobody deem to care. You might want to be a stripper. Not because you are missing funds or don’t have an education. You just want to go wild for a bit. Seeing if you still got it.

 Bonus💌777, When you are ready to share your story that's when great success is going to find you. You might documente your grief on social media or give guideline for other to heal. Some may write a book to help individual going through the trials and tribulations of loosing their ultimate soulmate. Y'all other going to share all the secret tip and tricks of being a stripper.

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PILE 3

What’s the gag? 

King cups (reverse)

Y’all must be athletes. The people gagging  are your teammates. They finally saw you crack. Some were even questioned if you were a human being. Because you are always put on a straight face no matter what. I sense that you had a panic attack in front of them. That was the only time you showed emotion and it was this intense. 

What's actually the gaging ? 

Queen swords 

You’ve been carrying a deep sadness since childhood. You guys are extremely disciplined and private. Y’all also give amazing advice. They think you lost it but you actually lost your mind Because you never really had your emotions under control. You barely know how to cope. The only time that this insanity seems to leave you is when you are practicing your sport. You are actually pouring all you have to the only thing that gives you peace. They will never know that.

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[peachesyeo]

obsession ── minjae peaches

💌 parings: yandere!minjae x fem!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: mentions of kidnapping, stockhole syndrome (if you squint), sister's boyfriend!minjae, delusional!minjae, allergies, minjae is borderline crazy, reader is terrified of minjae. 💌 word count: 0.5k words

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

You're allergic to peaches.

You sat on the couch, watching as your boyfriend Minjae slowly peeled the peach, revealing it's rich and ripe insides. You averted your eyes, staring at the dim light on the ceiling instead.

"Jagi, are you alright?" Minjae smiled at you, noticing your strange behaviour. He was a little disturbed at how uncomfortable you seem to be. "Is everything okay?"

With the best of your efforts, you managed a smile. "I'm fine, j-jagi."

The loving pet name stumbled on your tongue as it tries to make its way out of your mouth. You weren't used to the whole situation, but Minjae believed that in the future, everything would work out for the both of you.

Satisfied with your answer, Minjae hummed to himself, neatly placing the plate of peaches on a clean plate before making his way over to the couch area beside you. You closed your eyes as he placed a light kiss on your forehead, taking his place next to you. "You're such a good girl, jagi. should we watch the news?"

You nodded your head tiredly. Minjae grinned, switching on the television. the news was on, and you laid your head on Minjae's shoulder, your mind shifting away from reality.

"Jagi, look at this." Minjae's voice pulled you back. He sounded amused, as you moved your eyes to the screen.

The news anchor was reporting something about a girl missing. that got your attention. You stopped leaning on minjae immediately, placing your full attention on what was on the screen.

"...has yet to find the whereabouts of the young girl, and may any eyewitness who has the clues to her whereabouts step forwards and report to the police. Ms Kang's family and friends were still extremely distressed about her disappearances, or, as I may say, kidnapping..."

"Funny the police haven't found her yet, don't you agree, jagi?" Minjae's voice was deep, as he stabbed a piece of peach with a fork. "Do you want some, jagi?"

Your eyes widened in fear as you suddenly remembered.

Kim Minjae is not your boyfriend. He was your dead twin sister's boyfriend, who moved his obsession over to you after she had passed away from a deadly car crash. He had drugged and carried you away to this small town after one month of her passing, unable to get over the love of his life and searched for her shadow in you instead.

You moved away from him, from the peach. Your twin loved peaches.

"Minjae-ssi, i'm not-""Answer my question, jagi. Do you want some peaches?"

Minjae's voice was dangerously low. You shivered, as he advanced on you more. "Jagi? Answer me."

"N-no." You stammered. Minjae sighed, ignoring your flinches as he reached over and stroked your hair. "Alright, jagi. You could have just said that." He swallowed the piece of peach, placing the fork back on the table next to the plate. "You're acting really weird."

You were visibly shaking. Minjae was in his own world, drowned in his delusions. He wrapped his arm around you tighter, as the news anchor continues to report your disappearance on the television. You froze, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

"I really love you, jagi. I love you so much."

He pressed a light kiss on your neck.

"I'll never let you go."

[peachsayshi]

───⋆⋅THE WAY YOU LOVE ME (LINK TO FULL STORY)⋅⋆ ───

summary:  breaking up with your ex-boyfriend left your love life in a rut. so, you decide to start a physical relationship (no strings attached) with your close friend, satoru gojo. despite setting up rules, the two of you can't seem to keep your boundaries in check, and the lines that he's so carefully put in place blurs as your worlds slowly collide the deeper you both fall.

note: the entire fic is available on AO3. I originally had this fic posted on Tumblr, but have decided to stop updating on this platform. I do not use wattpad or any other platforms for my fics. If you see anybody else posting this story it has been plagiarized.

fic status: complete

[f10werfae]

My Little Peach

Pairing: Chris Evans x Short!Reader

summary: Chris Evans bringing his short sized girlfriend! Reader to the park for their date. They are having lots of fun and Chris is in the "mood". Pantie vibrator, ass touching, pussy clenching and naughty whispers (requested by anon) (smut)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Requests are open/ Chris Evans Masterlist, full masterlist, taglist form💌

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“Baby dont’cha look all pretty” Chris cooed standing by the door frame of their bedroom, his eyes stuck on his girlfriends behind, which was dressed in the prettiest red lace to offer. “I love it bub, thank you so much” She smiled skipping over, practically naked in only the red underwear, pressing what she thought was an innocent enough, sloppy wet kiss onto her man’s lips.

“Hmm is it comfortable for your pussy?” He asked sneaking his fingers around the thin waistband to tug her closer, her breath hitching when she felt the fabric press up against her sensitive clit. “Chris! Stop being so vulgar” She gasped smacking his chest lightly, walking back over to the bed to pull on her leggings and burnt orange jumper, which was actually Chris’

“M'sorry honey, ya know I jus can’t resist you, jus so gorgeous” He chuckled keeping his bottom lip held by his teeth, holding out his hand for her to hold, and when she did oh did he feel a burst of dominance. His little peach was what she went by to him, that was even her name on his phone till this day. All sweet and juicy just for him, despite not being as tall as the other girls around her, Y/n was definitely a bubbly fierce one.

“C’mon peach, let’s get this forest trail done before it gets dark” He breathed out as they both slipped on their walking shoes, and started their journey down the street. With his hand softly rubbing over her knuckles, he couldn’t help but smile at the way she hummed at every step, nothing could ever ruin her mood. A lovely ball of fire.

“I’m so gonna take a well needed bubble bath when I get home, might even slip in a muscle soak” Y/n spoke out, turning her head towards her boyfriend, his eyes already on her and his lips may as well have been permanently etched into a smile. “Is there not a ‘we’ in that sentence my love? Can your big ‘ol man not join you?”

“I-I mean of course you can, I jus didn’t know whether you’d want to, with your game being on and stuff” Y/n stuttered out, her face starting to feel that tiny bit warmer. “Ya kiddin? Why would I miss out on some one on one time with this piece of ass?” Chris growled, letting go of her hand for a mere second to deliver a loud smack onto her ass

“Chris, behave! What if someone sees us-“

Walking onto the deserted forest trail, Chris smirked as he pressed the red button on the tiny remote hidden in his sweatpants pocket. Feeling his cock start to twitch when he felt his girl’s smaller hand clutch onto his tighter, her legs clenched tightly together almost making her look like bambi on ice.

“C-Chris what’s going on, w-why -oh fuck- why are my panties vibrating” Her free hand went to cover her crotch, her head turning to check if anyone had come onto the trail as well, which was stupid Chris thought. No one came onto this trail anymore, not with the new one being set up a few miles away.

“Oh baby maybe it’s just your imagination, here lemme check for you” Chris took his larger hand, swatting away hers and cupped her throbbing pussy in his hand. Y/n’s hands had now gripped onto Chris' biceps,

“I dunno peach, it seems to feel alright down here, why don’t you tell your man what’s wrong?” He taunted mockingly, watching Y/n’s eyes shimmer with built up tears due to the continuous vibrations abusing her cunt.

“I-it tingles Chrissy, fuck me, fuck I need to take these off” She grunted losing all sense of formality, stumbling to hide behind a massive tree and clawing to take off her leggings.

“Nuh-uh baby, we haven’t even gotten halfway through the trail yet? C’mon you can make it halfway for me can’t you?” Holding her hands away from her crotch firmly, he started tugging her poor self along the trail, watching her having to stop every few seconds as her clit brushed against the vibrations directly.

“C-Chris I really can’t, oh no, I-m gonna c-cum, oh shit oh fuck-“ Within seconds Chris had to hold her up fully, her hips grinding into the air erotically as she rode out her high as best as she could. “Baby you’re so fuckin naughty, be honest, did you soak the new panties I got ya?”

“M’s-sorry I couldn’t hold it” She whimpered looking down to see the massive wet spot on her purple leggings. Hunkering down on his legs, Chris brought his nose directly to her clothed pussy and inhaled deeply,

“Did my little peach make herself cum? Look she’s soaking wet honey. Smells amazing babe” Chris taunted probing her now very prominent pussy lips with his index finger, Y/n’s hands holding onto his shoulder for as much support as possible.

Bringing her up against a tree, Chris pulled down her leggings to her ankles, the vibrating panties moving as if it had a life of its own, before Chris pulled that down too.

“Aww babe, look at her coming out to play today, musta missed me too huh?” Placing a kiss onto her swollen clit, Chris licked a stripe up her slippery slit, remnants of her cum decorating her skin.

“Please baby, I need it so bad” Y/n moaned throwing her head back against the tree, feeling Chris practically make out with her pussy, his tongue darting in and out, all over her cunt. Before settling his lips on her clit and sucking on it crazily, a hum coming from his body imitated the vibrations of the panties he had strategically gifted her.

“Fuck you eat my pussy so good baby, need you to fuck me so bad”

“What if someone sees us Y/n, what then?”

“I don’t care, let them watch” She grunted starting to grind her pussy against Chris' face, one of her legs now thrown over his shoulder as she humped him. The gruff from his beard now itching her tingling pussy in the best way possible. “Chris i’m gonna cum all over your fucking face baby, gonna make you all wet, n’ I want you to look at me while I do it”

Y/n moaned out, holding onto the sides of Chris’ face as his big dark blue orbs made contact with her half lidded eyes, his eyes clutching closed when he felt her hole clench around his tongue, his tastebuds being coated by her sweetness.

“You’re so dirty baby, bet you’d want someone to watch me fuck your tight little pussy wouldn’t ya?” He groaned standing up right to smash his lips onto hers, his hands cupping her face tightly, as he felt her lick her own cum off his face; then her tongue ventured in to meet his. Sucking on his tongue passionately, letting her saliva slowly drip into his mouth filthily, God was he in love with her.

“Spit in my fuckin’ mouth” Chris groaned with his tongue sat out, watching as she smirked before doing as he said. Her eyes watching on as he pulled up her jumper over her head rapidly before spitting onto her tits. Her hardened nipples wet with a mix of their spit, his tongue going down to toy with her nipples.

“Come on baby, let him out to play” Y/n moaned reaching her hand down Chris’ sweatpants to fist his hardened thick cock, swiping her finger over the tip to wipe the precum all over it. Lifting her hand out to suck the liquid accumulated onto her thumb.

“You’re gonna get it baby” Chris pulled down his sweatpants to his ankles, his hands going onto Y/n’s waist before lifting her up to straddle his hips, his tip poking at her swollen cunt. Y/n reached her hand down and guided his cock into her soft wet cavern, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders as he basically hugged her to his chest.

Bouncing slowly up and down on his feet Chris watched his woman’s face turn into one of pure ecstasy, her mouth wide open with her eyes threatening to shut.

“You make me so wet Chris oh my- Yes hit that fucking spot, I love you so much” She cried out, trying to make herself bounce even faster if that was even possible.

“Fuck look at your titties peach, bouncing up and down for me, c’mon ma feed me, feed your daddy”

Chris moaned feeling his balls slap against her ass for the hundredth time that minute, waiting as she hoisted herself up that much higher to guide her left breast into his mouth. Listening as he slobbered and moaned all over it like some sort of wild animal.

“I’m gonna drain your balls baby, leave nothin, keepin it all for my sweet pussy” She smirked levelling back down for her lips to meet his cheek and lips,

“All yours baby, all yours n ‘ no one else’s ya hear me? Gonna fuck you stupid and keep you all to myself too”

“No complaints here bubby” Y/n whimpered feeling that same knot start to build up at the pit of her stomach, alongside Chris’ thrusts starting to get more irregular and deeper, meaning he was also close.

“I love you so so much Y/n, you don’t understand, fuck you were made for me n my cock” He groaned kissing up her neck and chin,

“Kiss me while you make you cum in my pussy, make me yours. All yours”

For the first time during this session, Chris and Y/n kissed each other softly, his lips gently tugging on hers with need. Her whimpers being swallowed by him and vice versa, his grip on her ass not letting off as his fingers gently probed at her tight ass just to tease her that bit more.

With his tongue tangling with hers passionately, Y/n couldn’t help but feel extremely vulnerable and emotional, this was them purely making love out in nature. Sure it was a bit weird in terms of setting, but she was with the man she loved, exploring each other’s bodies as if they haven’t already memorised them.

“I’m gonna cum inside you baby, that okay?” Chris asked detaching his lips from hers for a few seconds, before her lips captured his once again as she let out a “mhm” nodding her head frantically.

“Thank you baby” He whispered against her lips as he kissed her again and again as he emptied his balls into her, feeling her thighs relax in his hold as her pussy twitched and throbbed from its simultaneous release. Their hips slowly rocking together romantically as Y/n kissed all over his face and brushed his hair back away from his face, to see him in all his glory.

Chris on the other hand, felt himself blush looking at his precious girlfriend, his peach. Her face shimmered with sweat but that only made her that more beautiful, he even had to fight his thoughts just so he wouldn’t get hard again while still inside her warm pussy.

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“Ya happy honey?” Chris asked leaning back against the tub, watching his girl adjust the temperature to the way she wanted.

“Are you kidding? I got the shit fucked outta me and I got my bubble bath, i’m living the dream baby” Y/n leaned back onto his chest, letting his arms encircle her waist as he softly massaged her hips, a major hot fuck session was not necessarily easy.

“Now are you happy, Mr Evans?” Y/n asked turning her body halfway around to look at him, his eyes trailing over her face become pecking her softly,

“Oh you don’t even know baby, you don’t even know”

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[lostamongthestarz]

Summery: Staci Pratt - a broken man who never saw himself standing in prosperity. He was far from healed - he figured he'd watch the community grow from a distance.

That's until he met you.

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Fandom: Far Cry 5/New Dawn

Characters: Staci Pratt, mention of Jacob, Thoams Rush.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma/abuse, Jacob is a warning. Mostly fluff, Staci gets a therapy dog

Pronouns for reader: He/Him - Trans!male reader

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❗❗FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN❗❗

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When the world had seemingly ended - Staci never saw himself standing in prosperity, the sound of children laughing, the sound of dogs barking. Staci seemed to not be able to wrap his head around it, He had managed to survive the explosion - ducking into a empty bunker. The next 15 years were a blur to him.

All he knew was that the deputy he had known was gone, he had lost people - people that he considered his friends. The deputy was the one who risked their life to save him from Jaocb and even then it all seemed like it was for nothing. Staci floated around prosperity - helping when it was needed, doing what he could to be apart of the makeshift community.

Staci did everything he could to ignore his past, he had scars - both physical and psychological. Even after Jacob's death he held some sort of control over Staci, Carmina did her best to help - even having Rush talk with Staci daily. Eventually they found a good dog for him, just as scared. Staci didn't know what to name her, so he didn't. He just called her dog, he refused to even say the name peaches. Just one more thing that reminded him of Jacob's control. Eventually He and Dog bonded - Staci never went anywhere without her, it was odd to him. Staci was used to the wolves Jacob had but having a dog who didn't growl or bite at him felt - comfortable.

One night, prosperity was having a cookout - a celebration of how far they've managed to grow as a community. Sta ci had been given a plate - It felt good to have proper food. Staci was standing off to the side with Dog sitting right by him - the simple name Dog had stuck with Staci, and he didn't plan on changing it. He was surprised when you had walked over to sit next to him, Staci was confused until you introduced yourself. Staci was quiet at first but he slowly opened up to you. He felt comfortable with you, Carmina and Rush took notice real quick.

Over time, You and Staci bonded - Dog seemed you trust you and Staci? Staci enjoyed having you around. More then he would admit out loud to anyone.

He enjoyed your company

Your voice-

Your smile

Staci wasn't going to admit that he had a crush - could grown men have crushes? He didn't know. Carmina liked to tease him, Rush liked to give him advice. Staci always pushed them away - there was no way someone like you could like him. Maybe thay was just his doubt creeping in, maybe that was the fear of opening up about what had happened to him - what Jacob did to him.

Staci was sitting by himself, just thinking about anything and everything. That's when you suprised him - sitting next to him with that same smile. Staci couldn't help but smile back, maybe he could heal - maybe he would be able to open up.

Maybe being staying in prosperity wasn't such a bad thing - especially when he had you.

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[peachsayshi]

tagging my nanami girlies because I can't suffer reading this alone @delirious-donna @honeylavendr @kentonanamisupremacy @sleepygetou

i think nanami takes you shopping for sex toys the first time he’s called away on a mission that might last a few days. you’ve been together for a while now; whilst you two might not have sex every night (sometimes, a cuddle and the beating of one another’s hearts is enough comfort), you’ve grown used to the shape of him in bed - and when the two of you are intimate, nanami is not the kind of man who would ever leave his partner unsatisfied.

so he goes with you to the store, his hand a soothing warmth on your waist as the two of you peruse the shelves. he tightly but politely tells the assistant you will be fine on your own, and in a soft, low voice you discuss the merits of the various toys. he’s a little more extravagant with his purchases than usual - you don’t know what you’ll like yet, whether it might be a magic wand or a suction toy or something penetrative, a vibrator or something without the bells and whistles - but he is as determined in this as he is in all things.

and he makes sure to test them all before he leaves; so you have no shame when he’s gone. holding the wand against you until you gasp and writhe, helping you find the perfect angle to get the pretty silicone cock (awfully similar to the width and length of nanami himself) inside of you, kissing your tears away when the suction toy gives you such an intense orgasm you sob—

and, of course, knowing which ones make you feel the best means that when he calls you four days into his trip, his phone held up in bed, his eyes soft and sleepy as he watches you . . . he can request his favourites to be used whilst he watches.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

You had a hard long week and do a spa day face mask, hair treatment, body scrub and a long bath with your favorite peach bath salts Matt comes over even though you didn't expect him and all spa treatments he gets too. You sit together on the sofa with a glass of wine and a moisturizing mask on your face.

AH omg this is so stinking cute, I love it. I really enjoyed writing this, hope you like it💌 thank you

girls night with Matt (Matt x f reader)

wc || <1k

warnings || none (?)

masterlist + rules

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Work this week has been awful, your boss had been on your case all week, it just felt like everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Luckily for you, it was Friday, which meant you were finally able to wash away the week- quite literally.

You had spent the evening taking care of yourself, laying in a long hot bath with your favourite peach bath salts while your hair mask worked its magic.

Stepping out of the bath feeling like a new woman, wrapping yourself in a satin nightgown before you began painting your toes. Applying some cuticle oil to your fingernails, massaging it in.

Hearing your door knock you walk over to check in the peephole. To your surprise, it was Matt.

Beaming as you opened the door to him. “Well hello there.”

“Hello, my Angel, may I come in?” He sweetly asks with his hands behind his back.

“Of course.” Kissing his lips sweetly as he enters.

“These are for you… I heard about your week, I’m sorry.” He empathetically grins as his head tilts to the side.

Beaming wider when he pulls a beautiful bouquet of flowers from behind him. “Matt… they’re gorgeous. Thank you so much.” Pecking quickly all over his face.

“You’re always welcome, I think they’re your favourite- but I can’t actually tell.” He jokes in an attempt to make you feel better.

His joke caught you off guard which made a laugh burst from behind your lips. “They are. Thank you.” Kissing his cheek as you walked towards the kitchen, filling up a vase before trimming the stems and arranging them. “You’re just in time.” You say while placing the vase on your dining table.

“For what?” He questions, sounding intrigued.

“Masks.” You giggled as you paced up towards him.

His smile matches your excitement. You both loved having these kinds of nights, some guys are too insecure to enjoy some pampering, but not Matt. He loved it when you acted and spoke to him like one of your girlfriends. It was quite a bit of a guilty pleasure, except neither of you felt guilty when doing it.

“Have a shower first and I’ll get everything ready.” You gushed. “I’ll get your stuff from your draw.” Smiling as you ran into your bedroom, collecting some bits and pieces for Matt. “You want to stay over?”

“Great, thanks, and yes I’d love to.” Grinning at you while he kicked off his shoes and removed his coat.

“I haven’t moved anything in there so it should all still be the same, I’ll go get the snacks ready.” Kissing his nose before leaving the room.

Filling the tray with all kinds of goodies; cut up fruit, chocolates and other nibbles. Opening a bottle of chilled rosé, holding two glasses in hand as you balanced everything to the coffee table. Setting everything down, lighting some candles and incense.

Matt enters the living room while he put on his t-shirt, grinning at you before taking a seat on the sofa.

“All squeaky clean?” You joke as you unscrewed the container of your favourite hair mask.

“Indeed.” He leans over to kiss you tenderly.

“Ready for girls' night?”

“Always.”

“Chin up.” Sitting atop of him, straddling him as you rubbed the conditioner into his hair, being sure to massage his scalp.

Wiping your fingers on the hand towel on your lap, you began to delicately swipe on a moisturising mask. Smiling as you did so.

Doing the same to yourself, gently applying the mask. Getting off Matt’s thighs, washing your hands before you jumped onto the sofa next to him.

“May I offer you some wine, my good friend?” You jest, holding the glasses and bottle.

“Most certainly, kind chap.” He jokes back, extending a hand.

You had this fun ongoing joke where you’d speak in an odd and old posh voice, you didn’t know how it started, but you both couldn’t stop doing it.

Filling his glass halfway, doing the same with yours, maybe a little more for you, oops. Slumping back into the sofa with your legs curled up under you.

“Snacks?” Turning to look at him after taking a sip from your glass.

“Oh, yeah.” Digging into the fruit with his fork. “Good selection.” He smiles in between his chew.

“I know right.” You say with a mouthful of mixed fruit.

“What were you going to watch?” He asks as he dug into the bag of chocolate.

“I was going to watch real housewives, but I don’t know if you want to listen to them bicker.” You chuckle.

“Yeah put it on, I wanna know what happened after that dinner.”

Laughing to yourself as you flicked through the tv. You love Matt- a lot, but when he was comfortable with stuff like this, it made you fall even harder.

[renlyslittlerose]

💌 for the ask game ☺️

Thank you, peach! For this Ask Game~

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!:

I am in the editing stages right now of a Vampire AU that I started back in October. It's a blend of Star Wars lore and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (but don't worry, you don't need to know anything about Buffy to enjoy the story). Ahsoka is a slayer living in Coruscant, Obi-Wan is her Watcher, Padme is the leader of the Coruscant witches Coven, and Anakin is a powerful magic user with a prophecy surrounding him that's vague at best, downright confusing at worst.

And, of course, bad stuff goes down, Anakin gets bitten, and turns into a pain in Obi-Wan's neck and backside. There's lots of guilty Obi-Wan, magic, demon fighting, more guilty Obi-Wan, and aggressive vampire on human smut that I hope delights~ ✨

Here's an excerpt from chapter 18. Minor spoilers:

“What do you see?” Obi-Wan asked. “Millions of galaxies and millions of worlds, all filled with millions of potentials and millions of stories,” Anakin whispered, his voice deep and layered, warped by his magics. “Describe it to me.” “I see a world where we are happy, smiling, embracing a small child as she learns to walk. And another where we are floating through an ocean, caught in a storm, rigging tearing our hands open as we try to stay above the swell. One where neither of us exist but in the memories of others, their voices soft as they speak about us over cakes made from lemons and honey, soaked in sugars. And further yet, I see Padmé collapsed on the ground, pregnant with my children who I will never get to hold, surrounded by fire and rock. She is dying, and I am the cause. Your voice carries over the lashes of lava as you ask me to stop, misery choking us both as I continue on my path toward a destruction that I cannot walk away from. The pain is preferable to the love and forgiveness you have to offer. “I see these things and more like flashes, images flicking past, sensations felt and then forgotten, as the universe in all its multitudes spread out before me. It looks like liquid gold poured into dark waters, spinning and coiling out from long tendrils, streaking out across the galaxies, between stars and planets, dragging me along until I become a part of it all, broken into a million pieces until my form turns to dust and I cease to exist but in the memories of those I hurt.” As Anakin spoke his powers fluctuated, deepening before weakening, then spiking, hot energy prickling at Obi-Wan’s body until he almost cried out in pain. But he held Anakin’s hand through all of it, soothed and exhilarated by the experience. “In all of these possibilities we are together,” Obi-Wan said. He realized he was crying, voice tense with grief and happiness. “For good or for ill, we are together.” Anakin turned then, and for a moment Obi-Wan saw only the boy he fell in love with, cheeks pink, eyes bright and blue, lips soft and eager, skin gilded bronze. “In every reality, in every potential, in every universe.” “Never to part?” “Not even in death.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

💌📫 Of the ones you've written, what's your slowest slowburn? How slow is it?

Soooooooo I’m notoriously bad at slow burn because I want my babies to be together. I have a few in my No Love Like Your Love AU that have a semi slow burn thing:

Bucky and Beefcake was like 5k words before they did the deed.

Same with Nat and Peach.

Bear and Cubby not so much slow burn on them starting their relationship but I have several interlude chapters that go over their first few dates before they consummate things.

I’m also going to count Curtis and Flower mostly because it’s been so, so long since I started their story so for everyone waiting for their continuation it’s a super slow burn, lmao.

And same thing with Hal and his girl, whoops.

I know it was only supposed to be one but I got carried away as I tend to do.

[criticalsucc]

Is a tumblr ask a dumb way to confess that I did, in fact, find clarity? I'm thinking maybe not, considering this is where we met ❤️

You sent me a bunch of emojis and honestly I have almost all the same ones to send back:

🥀👍😊💋💐🕊️🍭🍸💘💠🌅🍒💕

💎: I don't usually like warm colors but you're making me fall in love with peaches and corals

💌: I didn't think I was missing anything but now I can't imagine not talking to you every day

But also: ✈️ Because I want to take you on an adventure, and together we'll be able to deal with any difficulties along the way.

I said before that the ✨sparkly✨ feelings are falling in love, the question is only what kind of love, and that I struggle to discern that in the beginning. I've found clarity. And you already noticed the color of the heart at the beginning, and the emojis already said it as well, but I'm going to say it again: Ti amo, ti adoro. The road from here isn't easy and circumstances will keep us apart for a while, but I'll be yours, if you'll be mine. ❤️

I am so fucking happy today I can barely contain myself! This is the perfect way to tell me. I love you, I love you, I love you!!! ♥️💜💛💖💗❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I have known I was in love with you for a good while now, and I knew that having the patience to see what your honest feelings would be was the right choice. You have helped me heal my heart, you have given me incredible joy and friendship and support. You have blown me away, just being you. Smart and wise and patient and incredible and loving and amazing and beautiful you. You have shown me that I'm worthy of love, and you have shown me why you are exactly the right person for me to share it with. I have long felt that we were such a good fit for each other. There is no universe where I would ever allow a day to pass by where we don't talk and reaffirm our connection.

No difficulty will deter me. I knew that with absolute certainty from the moment my feelings were clear. I told you that when I thought about the idea of us being together in the beginning, I felt that usual anxiety, not knowing how exactly things might work. And for the first time ever in my entire life, my feelings for you were so strong that they shattered that anxiety into dust. To me you were a storm, glorious and powerful and beautiful, and I didn't want to run, I wanted to ride your fucking lightning. After which I knew I'd find myself soaring through an open blue sky, happy and content and at peace. That revelation was exhilarating and overwhelming and empowering.

I would go anywhere with you. And you are absolutely right, together we will face anything, and we will keep moving forward. That is the future I want for us.

Ti amo, ti adoro. I will be yours, now, tomorrow, and long after my bones have returned to the stars. I love you. ♥️