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dee-writes-anime · 2 months ago

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haii!! blue here! 🫐

a birdie told me that your requests are open yehehe (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

thinking about keigo x reader where they promised to marry each other while they were kids just to met again years later

keigo x reader where reader is a single parent from a little kid

thankyouu have a great day or night <3

- blue

Soaring Sons with Hawks

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY Meeting your son for the first time :) (request by blue)

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, single mom, toddler/elementary age kid, hawks being super soft and parental (??)

AUTHORS NOTE Thank you so much for the ask, blue!! I hope I did your thoughts justice with this single-mom reader fic. I apologize for the shorter writing, my boss decided to up my hours this week so I've been dying between classwork and that T-T

Keigo had faced impossible situations before—battling villains, saving lives, even surviving high-profile scandals that shook him to his core. But standing in front of your door, waiting to meet the most important person in your life, he felt a nervousness he hadn’t experienced in years.

His wings shifted restlessly behind him, feathers trembling with the weight of his nerves. You had told him to take things slow—Ren was shy, and this was a big step. But that wasn’t what gnawed at Keigo’s gut.

It was the fear of not being enough. Not for you, and certainly not for your son.

The door opened, and there you stood, framed by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun, your smile gentle yet a little tentative. At your side, holding your hand, was Ren—small and quiet, his wide eyes staring up at Keigo with an innocent kind of wonder that made the hero’s heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, your fingers giving Ren’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Come in, Keigo.”

“Hey,” Keigo echoed, his usual playful lilt softer now, more cautious. He stepped through the door, folding his wings close to avoid knocking into anything, but his gaze was completely focused on Ren.

He crouched down, making sure not to loom over the boy, trying to make himself as unthreatening as possible. Ren stayed tucked behind your leg, peeking out at him, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“So, you must be the little superhero I’ve been hearing all about,” Keigo said, his voice warm and gentle, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He kept his tone low, not wanting to overwhelm the boy.

Ren blinked, his grip on your hand still tight but loosening just a bit as his gaze flitted between Keigo and his wings.

“You have wings,” Ren whispered, his small voice breaking the silence. “Like a birdie.”

Keigo couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Slowly, he unfurled one of his wings, letting the feathers shimmer in the light as they shifted softly.

“Yeah, pretty cool, huh?” Keigo said, giving his wings a little flap to show them off. “Wanna touch ‘em?”

Ren hesitated, glancing up at you as if asking for permission. When you gave him an encouraging nod, he stepped forward, reaching out tentatively with his small hand to graze the edge of Keigo’s wing.

Keigo watched the boy’s expression carefully, seeing the awe and wonder spark behind Ren’s eyes as he marveled at the softness of the feathers. There was a quiet patience to Ren, a shyness that mirrored your own, and Keigo felt his heart swell with a tenderness he hadn’t expected.

“Do they help you fly?” Ren asked, his voice a little louder now, his initial nervousness starting to fade.

“They do,” Keigo replied, his eyes soft as he glanced between you and Ren. “And they’re also great for giving rides to special little guys like you.”

Ren’s eyes went wide, his mouth forming a small ‘O’ of surprise. “Really?”

Keigo chuckled, glancing at you for approval. You smiled at him, your eyes glowing with a quiet warmth that sent a surge of affection through him. He hadn’t seen you this relaxed in a while, and it made him want to protect this moment, to keep it safe.

“If it’s okay with your mom,” Keigo teased, looking back at Ren with a playful grin. “I could take you for a little flight. Just around the yard.”

Ren looked up at you with eager eyes, practically bouncing on his heels. You laughed softly, nodding your approval. “I think we can manage that.”

Keigo’s heart swelled with something warm and light, and he stood up, unfolding his wings fully as Ren watched in awe. He crouched down again, offering his back to the boy, who scrambled onto his shoulders with your help.

Once Ren was settled, his little arms wrapped securely around Keigo’s neck, the hero stood up slowly, making sure the boy felt safe and steady.

“You ready?” Keigo murmured, his voice gentle as he glanced over his shoulder at Ren, who nodded with wide-eyed excitement.

With a single powerful beat of his wings, they lifted off the ground, gliding into the sky in a smooth, gentle arc. Ren let out a squeal of pure delight, his laughter bubbling up as they soared above the yard, the wind rushing around them.

Keigo’s heart soared along with them. He felt Ren’s tiny arms tighten around his neck, the boy’s joy infectious as they floated higher, and in that moment, everything else melted away. The worries, the doubts, the fear of not being enough—it all faded as he listened to Ren’s laughter echoing in the sky.

When they landed softly back on the ground, Ren was still giggling, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He slid off Keigo’s back and ran to you, his eyes bright and full of wonder.

“Mom! Did you see that? I was flying!” Ren exclaimed, his face lighting up as he looked between you and Keigo.

You laughed, crouching down to wrap your arms around your son, your smile radiant. “I saw, baby. You were so brave.”

Keigo watched the two of you with a soft smile, his heart full in a way it hadn’t been in years. Ren was still bouncing with excitement, telling you all about his little flight as you listened with a mother’s quiet pride.

And as Keigo stood there, watching you and Ren, he felt something settle deep in his chest. He wasn’t just some outsider, hovering at the edges of your life anymore. In this moment, he felt like he belonged—with both of you.

He hadn’t just met your son today. He had found a place where he was more than a hero. He was someone who could be part of your world, part of Ren’s world, and for the first time in a long while, Keigo felt at peace.

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blingblong55 · 2 months ago

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Earned release-König NSFW

Based on a request: Dom!konig breeding sub!transmasc!reader 😍 (or m!reader if you don’t feel comfy writing that.)

I can 100% imagine this man putting his partner into a mating press, entirely fixated on how he can pump his seed into reader without them being able to squirm away. Even if in the back of his head he knows he can’t *actually* breed them, he’ll still damn sure try. Grunting praises and compliments in german, knowing either way they wouldn’t be able to comprehend whatever he said from being fucked too dumb on his cock. ♡

(IM SO EXCITED FOR KINKTOBER, CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR CONTENT 🩵🫐)

A/N: oh anon you ate with this request, anyway...we are getting straight to it

---- Trans!Masc!Reader, M!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, unprotected!sex, MLM, established!relationship, husband!König, breeding!kink, Dom!könig, sub!reader ----

His blue eyes glisten in the dim light as König buries himself deep inside you, every vein of his cock pulsing with life. There’s no movement, no thrust from his hips—he's waiting for you to say the right words, the ones you both know will set him off.

"Look at me like a good boy, Y/N. I want to see that pretty face while I fill you again," König growls, his voice thick with desire. One of his large hands moves to your chest, fingers teasing your nipples as a moan escapes your lips, making his cock twitch inside you.

"Come on, Y/N, be daddy’s good boy and say it for me..." he continues, his voice husky, low, eyes heavy with expectation. He’s got you at his mercy, and the power play is as intoxicating as the physical pleasure.

You whimper, hips shifting slightly beneath him, desperate for more. You can see the faintest grin pull at the corner of his lips as he takes in your needy, submissive state. A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest.

"That’s what I like, mein Schatz. Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?" he purrs, his thick accent rolling out the words in a mixture of praise and possession. His mask hovers above your face, and you can feel his breath against your skin.

His free hand drifts downward, past your stomach, until it reaches your entrance. He teases you, circling your hole with his fingers, making you whine for more.

"You’re so perfect, so tight for me. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me properly," he murmurs, before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock, the heat of him radiating against your skin, the tension building between you.

"Tell me, Y/N. Tell me you want it. Beg for me to breed you." His voice is ragged, his patience wearing thin as he stares into your eyes, waiting for the words that will break him.

"Breed me," you moan, your brow furrowing as you pant beneath him. "Please... please breed me," you plead softly, almost breathless.

The second the words leave your lips, König is gone—lost to the primal hunger within him. With a deep, guttural growl, he thrusts forward, sheathing himself completely inside you in one swift motion.

"Fuck, Y/N... You feel incredible," he groans, his head falling back as he savours the feeling of you around him. His pace quickly becomes brutal, each thrust powerful, filling you up, stretching you most deliciously. The slap of skin against skin echoes around you, mixing with your desperate moans and gasps for air.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue claiming you just as thoroughly as his cock does. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you steady as he pounds into you, angling himself perfectly to hit that spot deep within you.

"Take it, take my cock like the good little boy you are. I’m going to fill you up so well, pump you full of me until you’redripping with it," he growls against your lips, his words sending shivers down your spine.

You can feel him getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his balls tightening as he nears release. König pulls back slightly, hot breath brushing over your face as he watches your expression twist with pleasure.

"Come for me, Y/N. Come on my cock, be the good boy I know you are," he rasps, voice rough with the strain of holding back. One final thrust has him buried deep inside you, his cock throbbing as he spills inside you, filling you with his warmth. His deep moan vibrates through his chest, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer.

Your legs wrap around him, your body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure. "Ahh... f-fuck...ngh~...König!" you cry out as you reach your peak, your body shaking from the intensity of your release.

Even as your orgasm crashes over you, König doesn’t stop. He grinds his hips against yours, ensuring every drop of his seed is buried deep within you.

"That's it, Y/N. Take it all. Let me fill you up," he groans, his voice rough, satisfied. He presses soft kisses along your neck and jaw, whispering in German, "Du machst mich so stolz, mein Junge. So perfekt."

You’ve been such a good boy for him, and he tells you that over and over, his hands caressing your face, wiping away the tears of pleasure that have fallen.

Slowly, König pulls out of you, a hiss escaping his lips at the loss of your warmth. He watches with a satisfied smirk as his cum leaks from your well-used hole.

"Look at that," he murmurs, "all my cum where it belongs." He scoops some of it onto his fingers and presses them to your lips. "Taste what we made together, Y/N."

You obediently clean his fingers, the taste of your shared moment heavy on your tongue. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close, keeping you safe in the afterglow of your passion.

Tags: @frizzseaberries @jinxxangel13 @enarien @ikohniik @sae1kie @sparky--bunny @konigssultwithghost @lovelyvqer @nobodys-coffee @a-goose-with-a-knife @foxface013 @marshiely @noodlezz-bedo @queen-ilmaree @avidreadee123 @luvecarson @aidey860

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nayedoll · 4 months ago

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Joost request where it’s there meetcute and reader is a tattoo artist and she’s tatting him up and he’s trying to flirt within the small talking without trying to embarrass himself and she finds it cute, idk just an idea, change whatever you like

like a tattoo; part 1

joost klein x reader

read part 2 here 🫐

a/n: pretend that joost has a “t’ komt goed” tattoo for the sake of this.

word count: 1.5k ☁️

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A light drizzle was falling as Joost quickly got off the bus and picked up his pace so as to avoid being late. His earphones hung from his ears as he reached the tattoo studio, catching his breath for a moment and fixing his hood before opening the glass door to the building.

The place was relatively small, though beautifully decorated with plants and low lighting. Joost looked around confused, noticing how there was no one there as he took a seat on the couch.

“Hallo?” he yelled out but got no response, the jazz music coming from the record player filling the silence of the rather empty room. His phone rang in his pocket and he picked it up, relieved to see that it was his tattoo artist, Alex, calling.

The call was brief as the man on the other line apologized for not being able to make it to the appointment and explained that a friend of his would substitute for him. Joost was skeptical, expressing his fear of trusting a complete stranger to ink his skin for life but his friend was quick to calm him down.

“Don’t worry man, she’s really good. She might be even better than me,” he laughed and that helped Joost relax a bit. “She’s also really pretty. And into blondes. This could be your lucky day, Klein.”

“You think?” Joost joked around some more before hanging up. As he did so, a door that he hadn’t noticed, opened and you came out smiling at him.

“Oh hi! Have you been waiting for a while?” you asked him, internally cursing yourself for losing track of time. Joost stayed silent for a second, taking in the sight of you. His friend wasn’t lying, you were beautiful and that caught him off guard.

“No, no I haven’t,” he replied, nervously averting his gaze from you, “I just got here, actually,” he added, smiling.

“Good, so should we start?” you suggested motioning for him to come inside the room. He got closer, your height difference becoming more noticeable with each step and extended his hand for a handshake.

“I’m Joost by the way,” he said and you scoffed, shaking hands with him.

“I know who you are,” you looked up at him as he puckered his lips fighting back a smile and nodded. His cold hand lingered on yours before you pulled away and headed inside the room.

Joost quickly followed you, taking a seat at the big black chair surrounded by plants and some posters on the wall. The room carried the smell of vanilla and citruses which he assumed was from your perfume.

“Soooo are you gonna tell me your name?” Joost furrowed his brows and looked at you while you were preparing the equipment, admiring how cute you looked when focused. You smiled, still not looking at him and gave him your name. “I like that name,” he said with an awkward laugh, “it’s pretty.”

You thanked him, laughing quietly to yourself. You had been to a few of Joost’s concerts before, from which you had formed the impression that he was more of the flirty and cocky type. However, his awkwardness —which you found cute nonetheless—proved you wrong a thousand times.

You turned your back to him for an instant to grab something from the cluttered shelves behind you. Joost took the opportunity to check himself in the mirror next to him, slightly fixing his hair and chunky glasses. He then quickly turned to you again as you walked up to him, grinning softly.

You put your hair in a ponytail, revealing your neck to him and he gazed at the little heart tattoo behind your ear. “Cute tattoo,” he remarked, pointing at the area behind your ear, then asking if you had more tattoos. You smiled, always excited to show them off.

“Here,” you pulled your sleeves up and got closer to Joost, showing him your fingers that were inked with various little tattoos. Joost lightly grabbed your hand to examine every inch of your tattooed digits, caressing them with his thumb every now and then.

“I have some on my fingers too,” he grinned as he lifted his right hand, showcasing the numbers tattooed separately on four of his fingers.

“Shit, you’re born in 1983?” you said shocked, initially expecting him to be around your age. “No, no, no,” he repeated, laughing and shaking his head. You nodded, feeling a strange relief at his denial.

“1997.” he smiled.

“We’re the same age.” you noted, watching as he raised his eyebrows.

“Lucky me,” he said with a cute laugh. You rolled your eyes, a big smile beaming on your face.

“Any more tattoos you wanna show me?” he suggested, changing the subject.

“Let’s get done with your tattoo first and then you can see mine all you want.” you responded, your words sounding flirtier than you intended them to be.

“Alright, alright.” he playfully put his hands up, getting another laugh out of you.

Joost gazed at you, charmed by your presence alone. This moment felt like heaven to him, your smile as pleasant as the warm sun on an early morning. He could swear he had never seen another girl as pretty as you, already mourning the moment he would have to leave and say goodbye.

“Where do you want the tattoo again?” you asked him, breaking his intense stare. He pulled the sleeves of his hoodie up, exposing his forearm adorned by numerous tattoos and little blonde hairs. “Here,” he pointed at the side of his forearm near his wrist. You nodded and gently grabbed his hand, cleaning the area with some rubbing alcohol.

You didn’t talk much for the next hour, seeing as you were too focused on perfecting his tattoo. Joost didn’t mind as he got to study your face, noticing the way your lips slightly parted while concentrating or how you tightened your grip on his hand as you held it down in place. You caught him staring a few times to which he responded by smiling softly, the pinkish blush on his cheeks becoming more visible each time.

“Aaaand we’re done” you backed away, carefully looking at Joost to see his reaction. His face lit up at the sight of the tattooed phrase on his hand, ‘t komt goed.

“Do you like it?” you asked, biting your lip anxiously.

“Are you kidding? It’s perfect,” Joost scoffed. “You’re really good.” he praised you.

“It was an easy one,” you humbly stated, rolling your eyes as a form of sarcasm which earned a cute laugh from him.

“Maybe next time I’ll challenge you with a harder one,” Joost replied and you raised your eyebrows at him. Next time? you thought, feeling a jolt of excitement in your stomach at the impression that he’d be coming back.

“Who said I’ll do your tattoo next time?” you joked as you enveloped the tattoo with a plastic wrap, your warm touch making Joost’s heart pound faster than ever.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure of it. You’re better company than Alex,” he chuckled as you furrowed your brows, turning to face him briefly.

“You think?” you asked, he nodded with a sweet expression, his stare painting your cheeks with a discreet blush.

Some minutes passed, in which Joost waited for you to finish putting everything in its place like you were tasked to do, seeing as his appointment was the last one of the day. The closeness between you grew stronger by the minute, what started as a random encounter slowly turning into a precious friendship—or more.

“We should hang out normally, you know, without a tattoo getting in the way,” Joost said, nervously playing with his hair as he walked with you to the bus stop. The weather was sultry with raindrops drizzling over you, in classic Amsterdam fashion.

“I agree,” you looked at him, watching as a shy but satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth. The dim street lights highlighted his face angles perfectly and you couldn’t help but stare as he talked about his interests with so much excitement.

“Ladies first,” he stepped to the side, urging you to get in the bus first. You scoffed, hurried in and Joost followed with a sly smile. You rested your hand against the metallic bar of the bus since it was too crowded to sit. Joost slightly towered over you, leaning against the window to stabilize himself. His fingers lightly brushed against yours as he touched his hand on the bar as well, sending a rush of electricity through you.

“Where do you live?” he asked and quickly shook his head, “That didn’t sound creepy at all”. You laughed, answering his question.

“That’s a pity,” he replied, “I have to get off at the next stop.” You made a sad face, a tiny pout forming on your lips. Neither of you wanted the night to end, feeling like you had hardly gotten to know each other in those three hours.

“Give me your phone” you said and he handed you his phone with curious eyes. You saved your phone number in his contacts before giving him the phone back with a satisfied expression. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure will.” Joost responded as he hesitantly got off the bus and you waved at him shyly. You gazed out the window, smiling every now and then as you recalled the past evening with Joost. You didn’t exactly know where this was going but you were excited to find out.

#joost klein #joost #joost klein x reader #thanks anon!

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stuckwthem · 1 year ago

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soother | eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie helps you calm down when you're starting to have a anxiety crises.

word count: 1.5k

i was a bit anxious so i just wrote a little blurb :)

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in between cleaning chores in your room, you find yourself curled up against the wall side of the bed, quiet and static. to be honest, you don't even remember how it started, the whole overthinking process that led you to a motionless state. the feeling of an unknown guilt, sadness and even a bit of anger consumes you out of the blue putting you through a loop of every silly mistake you could ever done. even though it's uninvited, it's a familiar feeling. anxiety — a useless, chaotic thing that has been haunting you the past few months, or years.

today is supposed to be different. eddie is set to arrive at your house in a few minutes, ready for a day filled with shared meals and quality time. it's his day off, and his desire to spend every minute with you extends beyond stolen kisses during his work breaks throughout the week. you don’t answer the door when he knocks, which he finds odd. eddie's curiosity lingers, you always welcome him with a delightful smile and open arms. so, he waits a few minutes until he’s using his spare key. you hear eddie entering down the hallway, and a thin line of relief makes the queasy feeling lessen.

he enters the room, all smiles and excited to spend the day with you when he sees how tiny and muffled you look on that bed. he’s worried, you don’t move or say anything, an unusual thing for when he’s entering your room, but you don't seem like sleeping when he hears the sniffling.

“baby?” eddie asks, approaching gingerly your body. he leaves his tiny package of goodies he brought you on your bedside table, and sits down on the bed, and now, closely, realizes you’re shivering a little. his calloused hand goes to your leg and then goes up until your arm, caressing it, but you don't turn around. instead, you try to stop crying, to not look weak or just a crybaby in front of your boyfriend. c’mon, you’re a grown up now! but it gets harder to suppress your tears when he’s there, and you're swept away by a wave of emotion that you can’t even comprehend.

he lies next to you, putting his head on between your shoulders and head, kissing your temple gently. eddie carefully takes his shoes off while getting comfortable around you, and you can just hear the stomping of his boots hitting the floor, and it's a strangely comforting sound, knowing he’s gonna stick around.

“wanna tell me what's wrong?” he whispers, not demanding, but there's a genuine preoccupation on his tone, a subtle acknowledgment of the recurring battles with anxiety that he's witnessed before.

“nothing” you whisper back, your voice raspy and tired. “just…i don’t know, it seems like there's too much in my head and…i can’t…” you struggle to cry and breathe and talk at the same time. eddie nods with his head towards you, with a knowing gaze, squeezing your arms so you know it's alright, you can take your time. but there's nothing to say, just a big knot on your throat and a heavy feeling on your chest.

"it's okay, it's okay," eddie assures you, and suddenly he's babying you, gently pulling your body into his chest, almost as if you were a fragile, precious thing. his fingers gently run through your hair, brushing a few strands away from your damp face, and then he embraces you with his other arm, intertwining your fingers as he reaches your cold hand. eddie takes both hands - his and yours - to your chest and takes a deep breath. "come on, breathe with me. will you, sweetheart?"

and you try to follow his request. your mind seems to become less clouded, gradually less noisy, and you stay that way for at least fifteen minutes, in complete silence, lying on his chest as he helps you to calm down. it's comfortable and familiar, something that makes you feel at home, as if you could break down all your barriers and never leave.

as eddie holds you close, the rise and fall of his chest becomes a calming rhythm, a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. his reassuring presence acts as a grounding force, bringing you back to this moment, to the present. the soft strokes of his fingers on your back provide a soothing cadence, creating a cocoon of comfort.

"it's all right," eddie murmurs softly, his breath a reassuring whisper against your ear. "you don't have to do this alone, sweetheart. i'm here for you, okay?"

his words echo through the quiet room, offering comfort and understanding. gradually the tension in your body begins to dissipate, replaced by a deep sense of security.

time seems to stand still as you lie there, wrapped in the warmth of eddie's embrace. the minutes stretch into an eternity, yet each passing moment brings a subtle ease to the turmoil within. it's as if eddie has created a haven where worries are momentarily set aside and you are enveloped in a sanctuary of shared breath and shared comfort.

"feeling a bit better?" eddie's voice is a soft murmur, breaking the silence without disturbing the stillness. you manage a nod, the weight on your chest lightening with each passing second.

eddie tilts his head and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“thank you, eds.” a breathy sound comes out your lips. you feel embarrassed, your whole face feels swollen now after crying and your head hurts bad now. you’re not ashamed because its eddie, no, he would never make you feel bad about showing your emotions, never. being vulnerable in front of him is easy, he’s your confident, after all. but the crippling anxiety makes you feel like a burden. “i’m sorry, i didn't want to ruin our day”

“hey, no no no, shh” eddie seems almost offended now, scowling at you.. he grabs your face, his two chocolate globes looking through yours, shaking his head. “our day just started, don’t say that. you didn’t ruin shit!”

“so-” you’re about to apologize when he stops you, giving your pout a kiss. a little laugh escapes when he catches you by surprise.

“no apologizing, you did nothing wrong.” eddie's voice is firm, dispelling any lingering doubts.

but he breaks his scowl into a big smile, showing his sweet dimples, and you can’t help it but reciprocate. its a weary and shaky smile, but he looks at you as if you just opened a window to a sunny day. encouraged by his genuine warmth, you let out a small chuckle, a release of tension that had been building within. his fingers, still gently intertwined with yours, offer a comforting squeeze.

"see, not ruined at all," eddie declares with a playful glint in his eyes, his tone lightening the mood. "now, how about we enjoy the rest of our day? what do you say, peach?"

it seems impossible, but eddie shows you colors brighter than they could be.he makes you feel loved, secure and like you can do no wrong. that makes you want to crawl towards him and simply fuse into one, cause no matter how close you were, never seemed enough. there's no gratitude in the world that could express the feeling, but you felt like god, the universe or whatever blessed force, made him just for you. healing every wound, taking any doubt.

you nod at him, a small positive sound coming from your lips, and he beams at you, loosening the embrace just a little to take the small bag you recognise from the bakery downtown, from the bedside table. from it he takes a glazed blueberry muffin, your favourite. as if he could predict you would need it.

“oh my god, i love you so much” you exclaim tenderly, sitting more comfortably to face the boy as he hands you the treat. you take it, feeling lighter and giggly again like a little kid.

you take a huge bite from it, closing your eyes as you did so, savoring the sweet and sour combination. you hum with pleasure, and hear a chuckle from eddie. between bites, you steal glances at the boy, who's watching you with an adoring gaze. you offer the muffin to him, but he refuses it, letting all the joy for you.

“here, there’s some…” he says, pointing to somewhere imaginary on your face, encouraging you to clean it. you follow his lead, attempting to clear away the nonexistent crumb, but you can’t seem to get it right, so he grabs your face again and with his thumb takes a trace of sugar, licks it off. you give him a weird grimace, a false expression of disgust, and with a mischievous grin, he mimics you. the room is now filled with laughter, a sweet melody that erases the lingering traces of anxiety. in this shared moment of lightness, you realize how eddie's presence transforms the ordinary into something extraordinary.

he can’t help himself when you look at him with those eyes, with such affection, passionate, staring at every little detail on his face, wondering how you could get so lucky, eddie has to break the little distance and meet your lips, tasting the sweetness of it, the memory of the glazed muffin awarding him with saccharin kisses.

you felt full. you and eddie in that room, or anywhere, really, you need nothing more.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb

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mountttmase · 2 years ago

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Can you do a smutty one when the reader has to use the safe word then they end up having a romantic soft sex xoxo

Blueberries 🫐

Note - I had three requests for this 🙊 i hope this is okay and please let me know what you think 😘💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 3.1K

Warnings - smutty and fluffy and a tiny bit of angst

It was only Wednesday yet you felt like it had been the longest week in your existence. You were tired, fed up and were in the mood for some comfort however the only person you were seeking said comfort from wasn’t home yet.

Mason was at some event for expensive trainers with a few of the other boys from the England team and even though you thought it might of been good for you to have some time on your own, you were missing the warmth of Masons arms and the feeling of his lips on your skin.

It was only around 8pm, but you were in bed already, having had dinner alone in front of the tv before you washed up and had a quick shower. Your mind wouldn’t settle enough to watch a film so you opened up your book whilst you played some quiet music in the background so you didn’t feel so lonely.

You were so in the zone you didn’t hear the front door open, or the footsteps downstairs as he paced around looking for you or even the sound of him running up the stairs. But your heart nearly leapt out of your throat when burst through the bedroom door, yelping in surprise at the sight of him.

‘Mason! What the fuck’ you shouted as he practically double over with laughter. Holding onto his stomach as he lent into the door frame to steady himself and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit too even though your heart was beating out of your chest.

‘Ahh, I’m crying’ he laughed, straightening up to wipe his eyes as he looked over to you. ‘I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it I promise’ he told you, walking over to he could place a quick kiss on your forehead. ‘Just gimme like five minutes to have a shower yeah? I’ll come join you’ he told you with a laugh and you nodded gently as you got settled again, taking a few deep breaths to relax yourself again.

He emerged sometime later, dressed only in his boxers and you felt your whole body tingle as you looked over at him just like usual. You loved his body and you wanted him under your fingers as soon as possible knowing the feel of him would comfort you instantly after a rough few days. He smiled at you as you reached for him, sighing contently as you tucked yourself into him and breathed in his scent.

‘What you doing in bed so early?’ He asked, hands roaming your naked back under your top and you shivered at the contact.

‘Just felt like it’ you told him, your own fingers lightly dancing over his skin as you felt yourself relax into him. ‘How was your event?’

‘Same old same old’ he shrugged, kissing your forehead sporadically. ‘They had fifa set up on this massive screen and I had a game with Madders. I won’ he winked as you smiled into his neck at his cockiness.

‘Of course you did’

‘Yeah I’m feeling pretty good about myself’ he told you, his voice dropping a few octaves and you knew that only meant one thing. Mason was in the mood for you.

Due to your hectic work schedule you hadn’t been near each other properly in a few days so it was only a matter of time before he needed you and even though you were tired, the thought of Mason making you feel good was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up as you were pretty desperate for him yourself.

He didn’t say another word, just tilted your head back and kissed you forcefully, practically knocking the wind out of you as his tongue invaded your mouth. You were struggling to breath a little bit as he devoured you and you were close to pushing him off so you could get some air when he pulled back, separating from you completely before rolling you onto your front quickly and with force.

You were overwhelmed by his sudden change in attitude but it didn’t shock you that much. Mason knew you loved it rough a lot of the time and he was more than happy to give it to you that way but after the last few days you’d suffered you wanted a little softness and some love, not just a fuck whilst he dominated you but your face was pushed too far into the pillows to be able to say anything right now.

You felt him part you thighs with his knee before slapping your bum pretty hard and the pain rippled through you. You moaned into the pillow at the stinging sensation as your eyes pricked from the pain and he took this as a sign to keep going, soon pulling your underwear down your legs before laying half over you. He hooked one leg around yours to keep it trapped so they’d be open as he traced over you clit a few times causing you to moan ever so slightly.

‘Good girl, that’s it’ he whispered before plunging a finger into you. You weren’t expecting it and the shock made you jump causing Mason to chuckle behind you.

When you were thinking about being close to him earlier, this isn’t what you’d pictured at all. You wanted softness and eye contact, for him to take care of you and for you to feel wanted again but this was the opposite and you didn’t know what to do. You tried rolling over but his body was keeping yours in place and in your panic you did the only thing you could think of.

‘Blueberries!’

You’d done it. You’d said the word that both of you had never used before but you both knew exactly what it meant.

He was off of you in an instant, pulling away from you fully and you felt him sit up next to you on his side of the bed. The silence was deafening but you wanted to let him know everything was fine as soon as possible, quickly scrambling up so you could face him and you felt your chest tighten at the sight of him.

He looked petrified and full of guilt as he looked back at you but also full of confusion so you quickly moved over to him, sitting in his lap and cupping his jaw as you stroked over his cheeks. He kept his hands by his side as he was clearly still unsure as to what was going on and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable but when you pulled him into a hug he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

‘Sorry, Mase’ you breathed into his neck, overcome with guilt yourself and you thought maybe you’d overreacted slightly but you felt him shake his head on top of yours as his body finally relaxed a bit.

‘Don’t be silly, I’m sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something? I didn’t mean to-‘

‘No, not at all’ you breathed, cutting him off and pulling back to look at him and you could straight away see how unsure of himself he looked and you wanted to reassure him instantly. ‘I’m fine I promise, I just…’

‘What baby?’ he asked you softly, cupping your jaw as he made your look at him and your eyes watered at his softened expression. ‘Talk to me’

‘I’ve had a shit few days’ you laughed wiping your eyes as you tried to find the best words to reassure him everything was fine. ‘I guess I just wasn’t in the mood for you to chuck me about like that like I wasn’t expecting it’

‘I was too rough?’

‘A little bit’ you laughed and his whole face softened at you.

‘I’m sorry baby, if you don’t wanna do anything we don’t have to’

‘No I do, I just wanna see you’ you laughed, rolling your eyes at how silly you thought you sounded. ‘And maybe we can go a bit slower?’

‘Of course, I’m sorry I shouldn’t of just jumped right in like that I should of double checked. I just got a bit ahead of myself but that’s no excuse’ he told you, kissing over your cheeks as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms gently. ‘Are you sure you’re okay? I really am sorry I feel awful’

‘Yes I’m alright’ you laughed, reaching up to kiss him softly. ‘I’m fine I promise. Come lay down with me’ you whispered shuffling down the bed as he came with you, wrapped up in his arms as you turned to face each other.

‘Sorry I haven’t asked you what happened this week, I guess I’ve been a bit caught up with stuff myself but that’s no excuse. What’s happened, love?’ He asked you, his big brown eyes searching yours and your heart thudded at his concerned he was.

‘Just work stuff. I’ve had a lot to do and no time to do it, plus that new girl keeps making things difficult for me’ you told him, nestling into him for warmth as he stroked your skin softly. ‘She doesn’t listen to a word I say and she talks over me constantly to tell me I’m wrong. Like anyone would think she’s been the one working there years, not me’

‘You want me to come and sort her out for you?’ He joked and you shook your head with a giggle.

‘I’ll be okay, but thanks for the offer’

‘Just say the word and I’ll do it. No one upsets my girl’ he joked, ticking your ribs lightly as you wriggled about next to him.

‘Mason stop’ you laughed before leaning over to kiss him. You didn’t pull back, if anything the pair of you just held each other a little bit tighter as you kissed each other softly and it wasn’t long before Masons lips were making their way across your cheek and too your jaw. ‘Doesn’t help I’ve missed you like hell’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah, all I’ve thought about is having you next to me. I need some looking after’ you laughed and you felt him smile onto your skin.

‘My baby needs some loving, yeah?’ He whispered against your neck and you felt yourself melt into the sheets, knowing he was about to give you what you needed now you were on the same page.

‘Yes please’ you giggled, revelling in how soft his touches were now as he kissed down your body.

‘I got you’ he told you his lips trailing over your ribs before making their way over your hips and to your inner thighs. ‘Just relax for me yeah, I promise I’ll be gentle’ he whispered and you felt yourself let out a huge breath as he repositioned you. Your thighs were resting over his shoulders soon enough as his fingertips lightly stroked over the top of them before he began licking up your folds. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as you felt him, threading your fingers through his thick locks as he focused all of his attention on you.

‘Fuck Mase’ you breathed, your skin tingling all over as he stroked your skin gently, keeping his pace slow but just enough to drive you wild. He was alternating his movements but when you let out a particularly loud moan he knew what he had to keep doing.

Your eyes were shut, but you chanced a look down and he was looking right back at you through his lashes and you felt your heart give a squeeze as he smiled up at you making you laugh lightly before you had to moan out loudly as he sucked away at you. His mouth was like magic and tonight he was really putting a performance on for you.

You felt him shuffle, he left arm reaching up so he could hold your waist while his right came between your legs, dipping his fingers into you gently causing you to moan at the new sensation. His lips carried on sucking away as he worked inside of you to bring your high to the surface and before long his name came stuttering out of your mouth as you came.

You could feel his lips on your hip after he’d ridden you through it and he let you come down fully, soon hovering over your face and you smiled up at him when you eventually opened your eyes.

‘You got one more in there for me?’ He whispered against your lips and you nodded as you tasted yourself. He rolled off of the side of the bed, standing to the side of it before he gently pulled you by your hips until he your were perfectly lined up with him. He carefully held you by the backs of your thighs so your legs were spread for him before he carefully thrusted into you. ‘That good, baby?’ He breathed and you felt yourself shiver. Mason loved this position because he told you he could get a good look at you this way and the way his was biting his lip was sending you insane. You also got a pretty good at him yourself and watched his muscles flex under his skin was turning you on more than anything.

‘So g-good Mase, f-fuck’

He gently let go of your thighs after a while, his hands now holding you at your waist before he let them wander up to your chest as he pushed your baggy shirt up. The feel of his fingers on you and every thrust of his hips felt so good to the point you could feel tears rolling down your face but it was the fact he was being so gentle and really looking after you that made your heart flutter the most. The look of love on his face as he began to lean over you sent a shiver down your spine and you almost lost your breath.

‘This better? This what you wanted?’ He whispered, resting his forehead on yours as he kept his thrusts at a steady but gentle pace. You nodded as you brushed your hands up his toned arms to rest them on his shoulders and he shut his eyes at the feel of your thumbs stroking up his neck. ‘You’re so good for me, no one makes me feel like you do’ he uttered, his lips lost on your neck before he bit your ear gently. ‘You look so good like this, I love watching you when I’m inside you’

‘Mase, kiss me please’ you whimpered quietly and not even a second later his lips landed on yours. Kissing you deeply as he continued to rock his hips into you. ‘I love you so much’ you whispered against his lips and he smiled

‘I love you, too. Every inch of you’ he told you, his fingers now coming back to help you along and over the finish line and you moaned into his mouth as you fluttered around him. ‘That’s it, good girl. Let me hear you’ he murmured before letting himself go as you moaned his name aloud. He rested his forehead gently on yours as you both got your breath back and you opened your eyes to look at him when you felt his fingers caress your cheek gently. ‘You okay’ he laughed and you nodded with a smile.

‘Better than okay’ you croaked before he kissed the end of your nose and pulled himself up so you could run to the bathroom and sort yourself out. When you came back you found the bedroom empty but the lights had been dimmed and you felt your body relax as you pulled your underwear back up your legs.

He walked back through the door seconds after, a few bottles of water tucked under one arm and a tub of your favourite ice cream with two spoons in his hand. He looked a little bit shy as you made eye contact with him but he padded over to his side of the bed and got himself under the covers before patting your side of the bed for him to join you.

‘Ice cream?’ You laughed, crawling in next to him as he passed you a spoon with a smile.

‘Yeah, thought you deserved a treat’ he laughed, popping the lid so you could both dig in and you couldn’t help but look at him with a loving stare. ‘You alright there, love?’

‘Yeah’ you sighed, kissing his cheek softly as you felt his hand on your thigh under the covers. ‘I just love you. Thank you for this’

‘That’s alright. I love you too, baby. And I’m really sorry about earlier-‘

‘Don’t’ you laughed, cutting him off as you knew he was about to blame himself for earlier and you wanted to let him know you’d moved on and forgotten about it. ‘It’s okay honestly. I’m fine, we’re fine. Let’s just forget about it’

‘I know but it’s not fine really. I don’t want you to brush it under the carpet’ he told you softly. ‘I’ll remember to check with you next time’ he smiled and you gave him a soft nod to let him know it was all in the past before he let you rant about work some more and he showed you some pictures of tonight’s event.

‘Not gonna be able to sleep after all this sugar’ you laughed when the pair of you finally settled down to sleep, your head on his chest as he brushed through your hair lightly.

‘Would you like me to sing to you?’ He whispered with a smiled in his voice and you laughed into his neck.

‘I’m trying to get to sleep, Mase. We don’t want to attract all the local dogs and have them howling along with you’

‘Wow’ he laughed, tickling your side as you kissed his neck in apology.

‘I’m kidding, sorry Mase’

‘No no, my lips are sealed now’ he laughed, pulling you closer to him and kissing your cheek. ‘Speaking of dogs though, you fancy going for a walk tomorrow after work? Ben said we can borrow Oscar for a few hours and I thought it might be nice for us to get out for a bit?’

‘Really?’ You smiled a and you felt him nod against you, knowing how much you’d love a dog of your own. ‘Yeah I’d love that Mase, thank you’ You told him as you kissed his chest, feeling happier than you had for days.

‘Anything for you, gorgeous’

#mason mount #mason mount concept #mason mount smut #mason mount story #mason mount blurb #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #mason mount angst #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount request #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n

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mr-urple · 21 days ago

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» The only god I believe in is me.

>> Greetings, random onlooker. I'm Donatello, but I more commonly go by Don. I'm just your average ninja mutant turtle teen with a penchant for violence and chaotic shenanigans. As long as you follow my rules, I wouldn't mind having you around as company.

⚠️DNI⚠️

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meloarto-me · 2 years ago

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Hello sweet 🍬🍭cheeks may I have a request for Jason, bo, vincent, lester, michael, Thomas, Bubba, and brams with, S/O who really cares about them and has the character and attitude that is very suitable to be a wife. Not forgetting their sweet lips which always managed to make them kiss those lips AND ALSO SEXY.

You are free to ignore this request of mine. Plus I really like every story you make.

This sweet is just for you sweet cheeks 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍌🍉🍇🍓🫐🍈🍒🍑🥭🍍🥝🥨🧇🥞🍧🍨🍦🥧🧁🍰🎂🍮🍭🍬🍿🍫🍩🍪

LOVE YOU

Hhehehe! I like this idea! English is not my language.

Slasher with s/o who is fit for a wife and gives them lots of love.

Michael Myers

- I feel like at home?

- He hasn't felt love since he was in the institution.

-But having you by my side I feel this strange emotion called Love.

- Your sweet behavior will make his heart stop more than once.

-You made him dinner and waited for him? He won't admit it, but it made his heart weary.

- Hug him, ask for help with typically masculine things? I feel important and loved!

-He even started thinking about getting engaged to you.

-But he also loves when you kiss him sexually or not.

-The feeling of your lips on his body sends shivers down my spine.

-He also loves it when those sweet lips of yours do sinful things to him.

-Or moan his name like a prayer.

-God, why are you so perfect for him?" you make me feel more normal and loved.

Jason Voorhees

-I feel loved!

- You give him so much love and home warmth that his cold heart bursts with love and warmth.

- He will be such a cuddle for you that every stuffed animal hides.

-Your home warmth ignites family relations in it.

-Thought he would propose to you. his mom would like it.

- You're perfect for a wife.

-But your mouth.

-God melts as soon as your lips touch his skin.

-Always trembles when you kiss and touch him.

-Just looking at your lips makes me have sexual thoughts.

-When this happens, he runs away to the forest to calm down.

Brahms Heelshire

- You started as his babysitter so he already saw those domestic qualities in you.

-you were jealous of the doll. he wanted you to kiss him, not a doll!!!

-he loved your food, eyes, style, laundry, cleaning. everything about you and about you.

-Your love made him start a little but it helps you a little.

-Home wife, god loved it.

-But your lips and goodnight kisses.

-I'll tell you it jumped on something other than just one goodnight kiss.

Bubba

-You survived because you were perfect to take care of their home.

-Imagine how messy and muck there was.

-You've gone to work ever since.

-Bubba watched your actions from the sidelines and felt your heart beat every time you looked at him with a smile.

-You were cooking and Bubba was sure he was in love with you.

-He already knew you would be his wife.

-But when did you kiss him for the first time? God. he was in heaven.

-Your mouth drove him crazy.

-You turned him on and you didn't even do anything."

-He had to deal with the problem for a while. please leave him alone for now.

Thomas Hewitt

- whatever, but he knew you'd be the perfect wife.

-he knew it from the moment you helped Luddy May in the shop.

"But when did you start showing love to him?"

-It melted.

-Love for you grew involuntarily.

Your family already considered you a member of the family.

-But Thomas secretly thought you were the perfect wife for him.

- She'll tell you one evening.

-Do you want to excite him?

-kiss his hands, tell him how strong and beautiful he is.

-I don't promise you won't scream his name tonight.

Bo Sinclair

-At first he had a plan to take you to the basement in his workshop, but when you started talking to him with such love in your voice.

- He's held off for now.

He let you into the house and told you to stay there.

-He came back in the evening and was in complete shock to find the house tidy, dinner ready and you talking to Vincent.

-Can you feel jealous? maybe a little?

-But it passed quickly when you ran up to him, asked how his day was.

-Did you offer dinner, back massage, beer?

-God.

- You were perfect and you knew each other for one day.

-It took him a while to admit to himself that he loves you.

-Another plus about you is those plump lips.

-Bo loves to kiss, to see on his body.

-But he loves it best when they're wrapped around his cock.

Vincent Sinclair

-How did it come about in your home behavior?

-he himself don't know.

-It just kind of worked out.

You treated him normally

You didn't judge, you wanted to spend time with him.

- you kept it clean, you prepared the food.

-Even his brothers liked you.

-He fell in love with the feeling of your lips on his.

- He even noticed that he often painted them in different situations.

"When there's more going on between you two, she'll kiss you fervently."

-You have his lips on yours all the time

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers #jason voorhees x s/o #michael myers x reader #michael myers x s/o #brahms heelshire #slashers #brahms heelshire x you #bo sinclair x s/o #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x s/o #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #thomas hewitt x s/o #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #bubba x so #bubba

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intheticklecloset · 8 months ago

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before you close your lemonades event, may i pls request 🥡 &🫐 with atsushi trying to tickle dazai only for his plan to backfire? no pressure if you don’t feel inclined ofc

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

~~~

In retrospect, reaching out to poke Dazai’s exposed underarm when he was extravagantly trying to eat a grape had probably not been the smartest idea, even if it had been worth it for a few glorious seconds.

Atsushi had felt proud of himself – catching the man off guard was rare, and making him scramble back in a panic while laughing at the fingers in his sides was even more rare. It was probably because Dazai hadn’t been provoking the attack that it flustered him so much, but when it was over a few seconds later, the wicked glint in his eyes told Atsushi he’d made a mistake.

Not a bad one, but a mistake nonetheless.

“Think that’s funny, hmm, Atsushi?” the detective asked now, reaching for his ankle to keep him from running. “Why don’t I give you something to really laugh about?”

“Nohohohohooo, wait, I’m sohohohorry!” Atsushi pleaded, already giggling despite nothing having happened yet.

Dazai chuckled and gave his ankle a hard tug, pulling Atsushi closer to him and riding his shirt up in one fell swoop. Before the weretiger could hope to cover up, the brunette was straddling him and catching his wrists in one hand expertly. He reached for the picnic basket nearby.

“Have you tried a grape yet, Atsushi? They’re delicious,” he said, completing his earlier interrupted action of popping one into his mouth in an overly grand gesture. He then turned to smirk down at his newfound prey, enjoying the panicked giggles spewing out of him already. Atsushi’s cheeks were pink and his eyes alight – exactly what Dazai wanted to see.

“But you know,” he continued, settling himself in a bit more, taking one of his protégé’s wrists in each hand and pinning them to the ground, “I have a feeling you’ll like raspberries better~”

“Nonono wahahahait, please, Daz-AHAHAHAHAHAHAI!!” Atsushi squealed with laughter when his friend’s lips found his tummy and blew, sending wildly ticklish sensations all up and down his body. He sucked in two gulps of air when it was over, then was immediately sent back into throes of hysterical cackles when Dazai resumed.

“Oooh, looks like I was right~” the detective teased, throwing in some random scribbles and squeezes to his sides here and there. “You seem to love raspberries!”

Atsushi couldn’t even protest – he was too busy laughing himself silly to think about it.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #lemonade event #bungo stray dogs #bsd #atsushi nakajima #dazai osamu #playful #cute #fluff #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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lowkeyrobin · 7 months ago

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currently working on list! (so no one gets confused and we can avoid any misunderstandings)

(in chronological order of how they were sent) (they won't be posted in this order) (also your reqs might take a minute for me to post/complete, so pls understand that I'm busy/unmotivated but if your req is here, I am 100% working on it) (the 🔜 means it's done and in my queue/I have to post it)

brellie ben ; dance scene (paytonxlee24) 🔜

fearful five ; polycule goes crazy (ladydigianna) 🔜

brellie ben ; painter

klaus ; germaphobe🔜

ranboo ; YouTube compilation

foolish ; horror freak 🔜

maxggs ; slow dance

uma ; under her wing

walker scobell ; theatre kid 🔜

morgie ; royalty doesn't mean purity

monty finch ; standing up 🔜

tommyinnit ; huh... (🦢)

mcyt ; digital artist (🪩) 🔜

stan barber ; dating hc (🗡) 🔜

five ; child at his side (knyontop)

carlos ; lovesick 🔜

five ; twists and turns

ghostbusters ; school clubs (🫐) 🔜

ziggy berman ; dating hc 🔜

aryan simhadri ; just hanging out

morgie ; scarf tugger 🔜

demetri ; senseis kid 🔜

simon ; playing with ghosts

non-requested works

none atm

event works

no events active atm

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the-tulpar-daycare · 8 days ago

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☆ intro post ☆

(previously pastel-yellow-dreaming)

☆ name

we prefer being referred to individually when we can, but Oscar or Yellow collectively!

☆ pronouns

he/him collectively!

☆ big age

not comfy saying, but bodily a minor!

☆ little age

2-4!

☆ dni

syscourse, radqueers/transID (excluding good-faith identities like transspecies), proshippers, standard criteria, anyone uncomfortable with our fictives

☆ requests

stimboards, banners, userboxes, icons, headcanons, drabbles! current status: open!

(divider by @lxttlx-faerie!)

☆ alters

📗🌿 Jimmy - he/him - host

💥🍂 Grant/Curly - he/him - co-host/caregiver/protector

🌺🌸 Daisuke - he/it

🫧🫐 Anya - she/her

🦢🪓 Swansea - he/him - caregiver

🌃🌘 Nightmare - he/reign/crown - prosecutor

🐦‍⬛🪦 Reaper - ey/hy/he, just hys name

🧣 Dust - he/they - prosecutor?

⚔️ Cross - he/him

🔱🌊 Poseidon/Seb - he/him

☆ tags

#babbles - talking

#other's stuffs - not ours

#my stuffs!! - ours

#keepin this!! - save tag

#frens - friends/mutuals tag

#talkin 2 me - ask tag

#sad bby - vent/sad tag

☆ byi

nightmare can be very mean. he tries to tone it down, and reign doesn't really post here, but crown is very egotistical and blunt. reign is also demiplatonic and slow to trust.

dust is also mean. like straight-up, he's just a jerk. again, he doesn't normally post here (or at all), and we try to reign him in

jimmy is canon-divergent and very sensitive/anxious. we've had issues before, and i am not afraid to be rude or aggressive to defend him. just be nice, and then i'll be nice. we don't mind good-faith questions at all.

we might use all-caps a lot or babytalk, please feel free to let us know if it's too much or if you need a translation. we're fine with all-caps and babytalk.

we're all okay with doubles! don't hesitate to come chat :)

jim, swansea, and i are all very appreciative of touch, and we all are welcome to comfort if we're sad. jim especially likes being treated like a dog, as he's a puppy regressor and also just a dogboy. he's completely sfw.

we always provide plain text for colored text on our posts

our main is @yellow-computer-mouse

☆ fandoms (will do stimboards + headcanons with fandoms in bold. will do everything with fandoms in italics. will accept any fandom for userboxes, banners, + icons)

Wings of Fire

Epic: the Musical

Mouthwashing

UTMV

Hamilton

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Transformers: Rescue Bots

(all userboxes by us)

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saradika · 4 months ago

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J! DEAR FRIEND oh my goodness I am SO SORRY I’m showing up late to your soirée 😭

But I did come with extra snacks and drinks of course 🥺 🥂🍇🫐🧀🥐🍷✨💕

If it’s not too late I’d love to join in the fun (if it is then I completely understand!!!)

🖼️ I’m sending in Joel Miller & Soulmate AU and I can’t WAIT to see what you come up with!

Thank you so much for putting this all on and I hope your summer has been so good and kind to you!!! Stay hydrated and take care lovely! 💖✨

hi hi erika, you are not late at all!! 💖 thank you so much for the birthday wishes, you are the best and I am so thrilled to be your friend. So hope you’ve been having a great summer as well ☀️

And ohhhh I loved your request - I tried to make this dreamy and woven with love. I love a soulmate au and ahh the possibilities with Joel 🥺💖 thank you so much for sending this in!

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[saradika’s summer soiree - closed]

#kedsandtubesocks #saradika’s summer soiree #moodboards

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jestermarotte · 7 months ago

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i don’t know if you take requests so you can ignore this if you like, but what about pinup mattie to complete FACE !! 💗💗

great idea!💫 I'm in :}}

give me some time🌚🤝🏿🌝

Update 🍀🫐🫐

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spoiledberry · 2 years ago

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idk if you do requests but could you write alpha and omega trying to comfort/soothe a crying baby dew, nothing is working till they hearing singing coming from somewhere and it calms dew down plz? the person that's singing is mist ;D

I wasn't planning to make requests but after this one I just can't help myself. Again, sorry if this is hard to read, hope you enjoy-🫐

"Sing for me"

Content warning: Parenting difficulties, Mental breakdown, "Former" anger issues struggling, Implied previous child abuse (Alpha's parents with him), Omega/Alpha, Alpha/Mist Implied, Angst, Hurt/Confort.

It had been four hours since Dewdrop had started crying.

"Shhh, it's okay, buddy... Daddy's here."

Alpha was walking back and forth around the room in what looked like a vicious cycle. Black circles already starting to form under his eyes and weighing his eyelids almost closed as he patted the back of his kit in a desperate attempt to soothe the endless screams leaving his little lungs.

Omega was outside the Church accompanying Papa and some other Clergy members on a two-day procession for the Dark Lord, and as always, he had expressed his concern and guilt about being away from home for such a long period of time and "abandoning" -in his words, not Alpha's- his mate and son alone like that. And, as always, Alpha reassured him, saying that omega wasn't abandoning anyone, and that this was a good opportunity for him to take a break. Besides, Alpha could handle taking care of Dew alone just fine...

Except he couldn't. And nothing was "fine".

The whole day had been complete shit. First, he needed to mediate a stupid fight between Nihil and Imperator that he had not the slightest part in and yet still needed to be around to prevent the Sister from ripping off any other body parts of the former Papa.

Not an hour after that, he was called to get rid of some Christian lunatics that were threatening to burn down the Church's forest if the "Children of Satan" didn't be handed over to them for an exorcism. Very cute.

But of course it couldn't be just that. Those motherfuckers needed to bring holy water with them and nearly melt Alpha's skin as he escorted them out of The Clergy's territory and fuck his new uniform, only to have him more yelled at for not being "careful enough" by another Sibling. Even after that, Alpha's day apparently still wasn't bad enough and fucking Ifrit had to break one of his guitar strings while was practicing with it. At that point the lead guitarist couldn't even hear his excuses anymore. He was so fucking fed up that even screaming his shitty lungs out to Ifrit wasn't going to help it. So he just hissed a "fix it later" to him and left so he could make Dew's dinner and get to bed.

And now, when he finally thought he could get some rest, Dew just wouldn't stop crying. He had done everything he knew in hell and on earth to soothe him,make him as much comfortable as possible so they could fall asleep, but Dew just would not stop. He wasn't so inexperienced as to not know that sometimes babies cried just because they needed attention, but for fuck's sake, wasn't four hours enough?!

And yet, even with his mind screamed with all the anger and frustration boiling up in his gut, Alpha knew it wasn't Dew's fault. He was fully aware that his feelings were not his kit's responsibility. Dew probably was just missing his dad, and just as tired as Alpha was after all of this. He could be upset and frustrated all as he wanted, but he would never blame Dew for that. He would not be that type of father to his kit just as he promised the day he found him.

But Satanas, he was so tired...

"Come on, that's enough for now... You are safe, you are fed... Let's just go back to sleep, yeah?" Alpha whispered, sitting up in bed with her knees about to give out. Dew's weeping grew louder. "Dew..." he called, feeling tears start to well up in his own eyes. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Dewdrop, please..." Alpha begged, hugging Dew tighter to his chest " please, i'll do anything, just please go back to sleep...." He had already given up all hope at that point and was just trying to expel some of all that emotion, but then… He heard it.

Singing. Someone was singing.

And Dewdrop had heard it too. Suddenly, his crying had stopped, his little eyes, still red from his tears sought with small sobs the source of that melody with him. Alpha knew that voice, he just couldn't place from where. It was sweet and calm, refreshing him like a cool river bath after a hot summer day. He couldn't help but follow after it's notes corridor after corridor.

"Mist..." He announced, feeling the air stop in his lungs as he was swallowed by the sight in front of him.

The water ghoulette was sitting on the lawn, humming what must have been the instrumental of the song she sang earlier as the moonlight washed over her like a waterfall.

"Hello, Alpha." Mist smiled, half turning to face him. Dew started to raise his little arms towards her as soon as he could recognize who it was.

"Mish!" he tried calling out to her in his limited vocabulary, and Alpha soon knew what he wanted to do, walking slowly over to the bassist to sit beside her and let Dew climb into her lap. "Hey, lil' guy! What are you doing up so late?" She responded while taking Dew into her arms, snuggling him there almost instantly as he smiled and started playing with one of her earrings. Then, she turned her face to Alpha, expecting the answear for her question for real this time.

"He was having a bit of trouble sleeping... it hasn't been easy for him without Omega here." He mumbled.

Laying his head on his knees, Alpha sighed, feeling the weight of the day begin to tighten around his body, almost forcing him to lay down and sleep right then and there. It was extremely rare for him to let his guard down so much as to simply fall asleep next to another person like that. So far -with the exception of Dew and Omega- there were only two other times that his pack members could witness the Fire Ghoul falling into slumber so simply like that near them. With that clear in her mind, Mist didn't waste the chance to pull Alpha to lay hishead next to Dew on her chest, starting to stroke the red curls that ran down his nape as if she was cradling him too.

"And I suppose it wasn't easy for you either…" she commented, reading him like an open book.

Frowning his brows, Alpha's fingers tightened in the grass a little after what she. A battle between his tiredness and pride waged within his core, bringing with it part of his need to be strong and relentless at all times.

"It's just…" Alpha began, biting his tongue as if he feared saying the wrong thing and being judged by the ghoulette, despite the knowledge that she would never do that. Not in this millennium, not in a thousand more. "It's so fucking hard not to be like them, Mist. I'm feeling like i'm gonna lose it... Shit, i don't want to lose it! Not with him." His gaze drifted to Dewdrop, who had fallen asleep sucking on his tail and Alpha could feel the tears once again starting to run freely down his cheeks " Fuck... I love this kid so much!"

"I know." She soothed him, pulling Alpha even closer with him finally wrapping his arms around her to hug her from the side

"I just want to be a good dad to him..."

Silence hung over them for a few minutes, as Mist pondered between her words what was best to say at that moment, as she carefully returned Dew to the safety of his father's arms.

"...Do you think they would ever ask if they were really doing a good as parents?" She asked

He thought for a moment. "No..." Though the answer was already clear in his mind.

Mist didn't need to say more. Despite their opposing natures and elements, somehow she and Alpha had always been able to communicate without necessarily talking to each other, and even with just that sentence he knew what exacly what she meant. She was saying he was enough. That he was doing a good job… And honestly, that's all he needed to hear.

"Thank you, Mist..." Alpha whispered, rocking Dew in his arms slowly as he snuggled closer to her. "For everything..."

"Anytime." she smiled, laying her head on Alpha's shoulder

"Can... i ask you one more thing?"

"Mhm. What is it?"

"Can you sing for me again?"

Okay, that took longer than I anticipated. I'm really sorry if it didn't turn out so well... Anyway, I hope it met your expectations anon, feel free to make more requests!-🫐

#The baby Dew saga #the baby dew parents saga #dewdrop ghoul #alpha ghoul #mist ghoulette #ghost ficlet #gost fanfic #ghost headcanon #nameless ghoul #ghost band #shitghosting #ghost #the band ghost #omega ghoul

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kkarmiic · 2 years ago

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*sneakily pulls a request* Could I have Mirage with a gn!reader who just really really wants to spend Valentines Day with him, but they're WAYY too scared to actually say it? So it's a lot of gift giving, compliments, and physical nudges (all while reader is freaking out internally) before someone finally makes the dumb trickster realize what reader wants?? Thank you so much, sorry if this is super specific and have fun with it!! <3

# ‘ OBLIVIOUS GN!READER WITH ELLIOT 'MIRAGE' WITT - VALENTINE'S SPECIAL

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: you want to spend valentines with your favourite trickster, however, he keeps missing all your signals.

+* genre: fluff

# 'warnings: miscommunication, alcohol mentions, slight angst

// authors note: don't apologize about it being specific! I had so much fun writing this! posted in time for valentines too!

Valentine's was close around the corner, about a week away, and you already had someone in mind. One Elliot 'Mirage' Witt. Before it was only a puppy crush, occasionally shooting him small smiles, wanting to hold his hand, however recently, it had spiralled, and you just fell harder and harder. Now, you couldn't get him out of your head but how could you just tell him you wanted to be his valentines? You couldn't! It was far too embarrassing, especially if he rejects you. After all, you wouldn't doubt there were more people than you wanting to be his date.

So instead, you formed a plan, one you weren't actually sure was going to work. Soon, you put your plan into motion, beginning with a sweet treat with a bakery you went to.

You found the perfect time to give it to him by going to the bar he works at for a late-night drink to 'unwind' and there he was, pouring drinks, as usual. And now there you were, with a box containing a singular salted caramel cookie.

"Mirage!" You waved, smiling at the trickster, who perked up at the sound of your voice, waving back as you took your seat.

"The usual?" He asked, already beginning to pour it. This is why you like him. He knew your favourite drinks, food, your fighting style, and he held open doors for you. Mirage was a true gentleman and you couldn't ask for anything more.

You simply hummed in response, retrieving the cookie from your bag, and placing it on the bar counter. "A gift."

Elliot was taken aback for a moment, almost over-pouring your drink, simply flicking his eyes between you and the treat, before sliding your drink to you and peering into the box.

"Oh... I hate this." He spoke at first, and your heart just sank before he laughed. "Just kidding! This is my favourite!" He practically beamed at you, and you returned the expression.

However, your interaction soon fleeted, his job doesn't end when you attempt to flirt with him, he still has other customers to attend to.

The second time you tried to gain his affection, was during a movie night you had with Octane, Mirage, and Crypto. Apparently gift giving wasn't the correct approach, it didn't work last time, maybe that wasn't the love language he liked to recieve.

You knew it was going to be a horror movie, that's what you had planned around. And you knew you were all going in your pyjamas. After all, your legend clothes would be so uncomfortable.

You were the last one to arrive, and they were waiting for you on the couch, a blanket folded neatly on the side.

Mirage's head turned, a soft smile forming on his face, again, as you walked in. Even if you didn't know it, Mirage enjoyed spending time with you, every time you walked into a room he was over the moon. Completely ecstatic with your presence.

"You look really good!" You spoke, even while not saying a name, you were looking directly at him, at his pretty hair, his pretty eyes, and the stubble that you could tell was freshly shaved. He was ever so pretty, he made the butterflies in your stomach erupt, and your heart feel like it was running a marathon.

You really liked him, no matter how many times you pushed your feelings away, or lived in denial, you liked him. No. You loved him. You loved Elliot Witt.

"Thankyou you too!" He remained with his peppy attitude, moving over so you could sit next to him, patting the empty space.

Everything was going exactly like you imagined, and so you sat there, listening to the idle chit chatter of the boys talking about the movie, and you'd occasionally come in with your own quip.

It wasn't until the jump scare where you really put your plan into motion. Your heart hammered and you yelped, practically jumping out of your seat. The position you ended up in? Your face in the crook of his neck, gripping onto his bicep.

"Fuck..." You muttered, letting out a laugh, hot breath on his neck.

"You alright?" He turned towards you, his smile even brighter than it was before. However, you still didn't let go of his arm, instead, tilting your chin up and looking into his eyes.

"Don't act like you didn't jump!" You teased, shaking your head, to which he mirrored your actions.

He took a moment to speak, laughing. "Nah! I wouldn't jump at such a ri- Uh.. Rid- Uh-.." He stammered, taking a moment to think before re-forming his sentence. "Stupid movie!" Mirage was obviously joking, and you couldn't help but notice Crypto staring at you from across the couch.

"Uh- Anyways." You spoke, fidgeting slightly, hands trembling as you asked him the big question.

"Do you want to.. hangout February fourteenth? You know.. Tuesday?" You looked up with hopeful eyes, shaking. You didn't specifically say Valentine's for a reason, at least this way, if called out, you'd have the benefit of the doubt. And you're so glad you did.

"Isn't that valentines day?" Mirage questioned, furrowing his brows, and your heart practically stopped.

You took a moment, acting confused for a moment. Playing dumb. "Oh? Is it? Hah." You tried to hide your disappointment. "Never mind." You slinked off of his arm, resigning yourself into the couch cushions, sitting in silence for the rest of the movie. Only laughing half-heartedly occasionally, you just hoped they couldn't tell.

You soon ended up in your room, legs tucked to your chest on your floor. You knew that he wouldn't like you. You knew it. So why did you get your hopes up? Idiot.

You stayed like that, curled in your room for a couple hours, just mulling over your feelings. It was sad, but there was nothing you could do now. Valentines was two days away, and Mirage, quite obviously wasn't interested in you. It was hopeless.

Sleep that night was restless, constantly waking up in a cold sweat from bad dreams, or the sheets being too hot. You were more tired after you woke up, than you were drifting off to sleep.

The next time you awoke, was not to your body temperature being unregulated or a bad dream, but instead to a knock on your door. It sounded awfully urgent and so you pulled yourself out of bed, body too groggy to even compute what was happening. That was until you saw who was there.

Mirage. That woke up you up far too quickly. Eyes as wide as saucers. He was sweaty, hair dishevelled and gasping for air.

"Fuck- Sorry. I probably don't... Look... Good right now." He spoke at last, and you moved to the side, inviting him in and shutting the door behind you.

However, you stayed silent, eyes on the ground, why was he running to you.

"Crypto told me you were trying to ask me out? For valentines?!" He seemed shocked at that statement, you didn't expect him to find out. It was awfully embarrassing and you couldn't even tell how he felt about you, about you trying to ask him out.

Before you could get a word in, he continued. "Is that true? Because- If it's... If it's true I'd really like to go out with you too!" And then you looked into his eyes, how hopeful they were, how he was like a puppy dog waiting on your answer, and you smiled.

"Yeah. It's true Eli." After a moment, he blinked once. twice. thrice and then grinned.

One step closer. Two. "Can I kiss you?" And you let him, let him melt into you, felt the butterflies erupt and your heart race, let him hold you, it's all you'd ever wanted.

Elliot 'Mirage' Witt, was officially your valentines.

POSTED BY: APOLLO

#mirage x reader #elliot witt x reader #apex legends x reader #mirage x male reader #mirage x gn reader #elliot witt x gn reader #apex legends x gn reader

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