#I still worry about him and I hope he’s doing okay 💚

[vbecker10]

Bucky comforting reader after a nightmare?🥺

You're Okay Doll, I'm Here

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Y/N) established relationship

Summary: You have a nightmare while Bucky is away on a mission and he comes home just in time to comfort you.

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this request! I absolutely love it. I hope you enjoy it 💚

The second the jet lands, Bucky picks up his gear and stands at the rear door waiting impatiently for the ramp to lower. As soon as it begins moving, he waves to Steve and Natasha over his shoulder without turning to check if they are following him. "I'll do my part of the paperwork in the morning," Bucky tells his teammates.

"Sure, that works," Steve responds, his attention focused on the checklist in his hand. "Night Buck," he adds a moment later but by the time he looks up, his friend has disappeared into the Tower.

"I guess he's in a bit of a rush to see Y/N again," Natasha laughs lightly as she switches off the last computer system in the jet.

Bucky shifts his bag to his other shoulder and presses the button for the elevator, hoping it will come quickly. Once the button lights up, he looks down to check his phone, hiding a yawn behind his metal hand. It's just a little after three in the morning, almost two hours later than he originally told you they'd be home.

As usual, your boyfriend had texted you when the mission officially ended and the jet took off to bring him home.

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Y/N: Yay! ❤️ Can't wait to see you!

Bucky: I'm excited to see you too, beautiful. It's going to be late though, we're still about five hours away. It's okay if you fall asleep before I get back

Y/N: I won't, I just started a new book 😊

Bucky: Ahh, I see. You're not waiting up to see your amazing boyfriend, you just want to finish your new book

Y/N: Lol you figured me out 😆

Bucky: That's how well I know you. I'll see you in a few hours doll, I'm going to try and take a nap

Y/N: Can't wait! Enjoy your nap 🥱 have a safe flight ❤️

Bucky smiles at your last text then closes his eyes, folding his arms across his chest and resting his cheek on his shoulder. He breaths slowly, thinking about the plans you made for next weekend to help him relax. With a wide yawn, he stretches then slips off to sleep a few minutes later.

An hour into the flight, Bucky's jolted awake and nearly thrown from his seat in the rear of the jet by heavy turbulence. He opens his eyes, suddenly wide awake to the sound of thunder surrounding the jet. The super soldier looks towards Natasha and Steve who are focused on flying through the driving rain.

After discussing the unexpected weather with his teammates, Bucky returns to his seat in the rear of the jet. The three of them agreed the storm was too large and violent to fly directly through and follow the original flight path. The decision was made to fly around the storm, adding at least an hour but possibly more to the trip home.

Bucky sighs deeply, looking at his phone unsure of what to do as the sky lights up from a large streak of lightening. If he tells you about the storm and how much longer it will take to get back, you'll stay awake worrying about him. If he doesn't tell you and he doesn't come home when he was supposed to, you'll worry something happened. The last thing he wants to do is cause you any more stress so he decides to close his phone and hope you're asleep when he gets home. Maybe you won't even notice how late he is.

Bucky opens the door to your shared apartment quietly, not wanting to wake you if you had fallen asleep on the couch like you had several times in the past. The living room is dark expect for a small bit of light that shines from under the bedroom door. He knows the light doesn't mean you're still awake, you've fallen asleep with it on while reading plenty of times.

He takes off his jacket then kicks off his shoes and places his bag down by the door. Bucky walks silently through the living room without turning any of the lights on and heads straight for your bedroom.

As he gets closer he smiles to himself, remembering when he came home from a mission a few weeks ago and you were fast asleep. Bucky will never forget how absolutely adorable you looked curled up in the large bed, hugging his pillow tightly and wearing his favorite shirt. After a few moments of watching you from the doorway, he slipped carefully under the covers and pulled you into his arms. You sighed deeply when you felt his arms around you and he kissed your cheek and neck softly until you smiled and mumbled his name in your sleep. When you opened your eyes, you had the most beautiful smile and told him your dream came true.

Bucky reaches your bedroom door and listens for a moment to see if your still up reading. Instead of hearing a soft giggle or pages turning, he hears you groan and say something he can't quite make out. He pushes the door open, his eyes quickly adjusting to how bright the room is.

The lamp on your side of the bed is still on and a book lays open on the bed but it falls to the floor when you roll over quickly and yank on the sheets. It takes Bucky a moment to realize you're not trying to get comfortable, you're having a nightmare.

You squeeze your eyes closed tightly and breath heavily as your nightmare intensifies. "Bucky... come home," you mumble, kicking at the sheet as you scream those words in your dream.

Bucky sits on the edge of the bed and tries to reach for you but you roll over once again, your legs now tangled in the sheet from trying to kick it away. He gently grabs ahold of the sheet and frees your legs so you don't make it worse, "Y/N, wake up." You don't respond to him or notice when he climbs onto the bed next to you.

"Please... come back..." you beg in your sleep as several tears land on Bucky's pillow. You turn your head and groan again in your sleep.

He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and talking gently to you. "Wake up, baby you're having a nightmare," he tells you as he pulls you onto his chest and rubs your back.

You open your eyes suddenly, gasping as the images from your nightmare repeat in your mind. "Bucky..." you breath out his name and try to catch your breath.

Your body tenses at the sudden contact and he loosens his hold of you but doesn't let go completely. He can feel your shakey breathing and rapid heartbeat as your chest rests on his. He kisses the top of your head lightly and rubs your back again. "Y/N, open your eyes for me. You're having a bad dream, you need to wake up," he says a little louder to break through your deep sleep.

"You're okay doll, I'm here," he says, his arms hold you to his chest, letting you know he's really with you.

"You didn't come home," you tell him as your eyes fill with tears. You press your cheek against his chest and hug him back tightly.

He rubs your back in slow circles and kisses the top of your head several times. "I'm so sorry, we hit some rough weather and I didn't want to worry you," Bucky says, his heart breaking when he realizes he is the cause of your nightmare.

You look up at him, "Bucky, I always worry about you. I'm always afraid you're not going to come home."

He wipes away a tear that rolls slowly down your cheek then kisses your cheek lightly. You give him a small smile and he says, "I'm sorry I didn't text you. I know I should have but I'm always going to come home."

"You promise?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

His fingers move under your chin and he tilts your head up so he can kiss your lips like he haa wanted to since he left you days ago. You kiss him back deeply, closing your eyes as his hand slides down your lower back. When he finally breaks the kiss, he smiles, "I promise Y/N. I may be late sometimes, but I will always come home to you, always."

You smile and place a quick kiss to his lips then rest your head on his shoulder. "You better, cause I really like you," you giggle and wait for his response.

"You really like me?" he repeats and you nod without lifting your head, smiling wider. "Well that's awkward cause I love you," he says.

"So awkward," you agree then jump as Bucky suddenly begins to tickle you. You giggle and squirm in his arms, trying to get away.

"Tell me you love me," he says with a smirk as he continues to tickle you.

You shake your head no but there's no escaping him. Bucky waits for you to lift your head so he can kiss your cheeks and nose, his fingers still tickling your body. "I... love... you," you manage to force those three words out between laughs and he smiles down at you, his hands now resting calmly on your back.

"That's better," he kisses your lips then reaches over and turns off the light. "Goodnight doll," you can hear the smile in his voice as he pulls the sheet back up around you both.

"Goodnight Bucky," you answer with a yawn as you curl up against him. You kiss his cheek and close your eyes, feeling more comfortable and relaxed than you have in days. His metal fingers run gently up and down your arm as you drift off to sleep.

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ohhh, can you do hcs for what the sdv bachelors say during sex?

Bachelor Volume Headcannons

18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI

PART II of the double feature!!! Happy New Year lmao I hope you enjoy this filth 😈 shoutout to @hopefuloverfury who did a HOT bachelor volume headcannon list very recently that I ate UP. Check that out Here

Poll said post as you finish and I had this finished so here you are everyone. As always, MDNI, NSFW content under the cut.

Harvey-

💚 Kinda loud, tbh.

💚 I envision him as captain dad noise already, so I think during sex it carries over and he’s groaning and grunting these hot gravelly moans.

💚 Genuinely. I could go on about the sounds this man is sure to make. Because DAMN. Somebody get him into ASMR sex audios he’d make a fortune.

💚 Now that said I don’t see him as much of a dirty talker.

💚 It doesn’t come naturally to him. He’ll do a bit and try his best to appease you if you’re into it, and he’s definitely a person who could learn, but it’s never been easy for him and won’t be.

💚 Gets too in his head about if what he said was hot or if it was weird. Takes him out of it worrying that he’s taken you out of it. Which, relatable.

💚 But he does know through empirical evidence that his sex noises are hot, so he doesn’t hold back. Especially if you two are going at it rough, or you’re sucking him off, it’s obscene.

💚 Will praise you with that same sultry rasp, because that’s another thing he thinks is safely in the always-hot category.

💚 Such a good job baby, feels so good, etc. Can never go wrong.

💚 Loud to the point his voice cracks when he cums 😇

Elliott-

❤️ My hot take is that I think Elliott would say the filthiest things you’ve ever heard during sex.

❤️ HEAR ME OUT!!!

❤️ I just think that as a man who is incredibly well read he knows what’s hot. And he’s not afraid to say it, either.

❤️ Especially with some of those dime novels that are his guilty pleasure, he’s picked up a thing or two.

❤️ Of course it’s still in a very Elliott way, but he’s a dirty talk king.

❤️ He’ll be worshiping your body while he details everything he wants to do to you. How he’s going to mark you with hickies where everybody can see that you’re his, how hard he’s going to ravage you with his cock, how many times he’s going to make you cum, etc.

❤️ Matches it with equal praise and romantic lines, too. It’s all about balance, and he wants to fuck you like a beast while still reminding you that you’re precious to him.

❤️ Grunts and huffs and moans, but not a lot unless he’s right about to cum. Man’s got more important uses for his mouth!!

❤️ Kind of irrelevant, but I see him as the type to passionately fuck you against the door to his cabin or overtop his writing desk or deep into the mattress. It’s not often that the furniture isn’t creaking and knocking in time to his thrusts.

Alex-

🤎 Okay so another hot take. But I think Alex is secretly incredibly shy and romantic.

🤎 Empirical evidence includes: his heart events imply that he puts on the machismo front as a defense mechanism, and he was raised by the most lovey-dovey old people you’ve ever seen.

🤎 SO. I think he would be very sweet in the way he talks in bed.

🤎 Lots of softness and nerves, but he’s still kinda noisy.

🤎 Tries to muffle himself because he’s embarrassed about making too much noise, but he can’t help it.

🤎 He’ll be about to tell you how good you’re doing, how much he loves it, and his words will warp off into a whimper because it’s too much.

🤎 I feel very strongly that he is a whimperer. I’m sorry. It makes sense.

🤎 Especially with his insane physical endurance he ends up overstimulating himself because he can’t get enough.

🤎 Like he can go a third round, sure, but he’s overstimulated and his voice is cracking and his cheeks are bright pink with exertion.

🤎 Lowkey he’d love it though I mean let’s be real. Let’s be so real. He wants to come until he’s crying. And he will.

🤎 Please don’t come for me abt this it’s just my take.

Shane-

💙 The curse words. The curse words.

💙 Listen. This man is already somebody who swears a lot so in bed? He’s letting FLY.

💙 Fuck that’s so good, you’re so goddamn tight, holy shit that’s hot, et cetera.

💙 Not much for moans but he does grunt so like. Same difference?

💙 Like it’s not that he’s stifling himself he just grunts and groans and swears instead of moans

💙 No whimpering I’m afraid 😔

💙 But he makes UP in dirty talk good lord.

💙Since he’s not a mean person just prickly from his defenses he’s well practiced in being mean even when he’s not.

💙 So ladies gentlemen and those of us that know better, we’ve got the makings of the PERFECT mean dom

💙 Dirty little slut, you’re so fuckin’ pathetic for it, beg on your knees just for the privilege, I could Go On.

💙 Only like that if you want it of course, but like with his gravelly sex voice asking if you think you’ve earned the right to cum yet? Somebody take me AWAY.

💙 Cums with a bit of a yell.

Sam-

🩷 It’s been said before I know.

🩷 But I must also agree. Sam is the loudest in bed. Far and away.

🩷 Good LUCK getting him to shut up honestly, between his whines and whimpers and moans he’s either apologizing for his lack of control or thanking you profusely for letting him hit.

🩷 Because Sam genuinely can’t control himself when he’s fucking half his vocabulary consists of sorry. He wanted to do it slow and sweet, but fuck, you’re so hot and tight around his cock he’s pounding you instead and he’s really sorry but he just can’t help himself.

🩷 I don’t see him swearing much tbh, not unless he’s completely fuck drunk. If he’s not babbling some pseudo-polite good boy nonsense, he’s whining. Maybe the stray shit or fuck, but not to excess.

🩷 Also throws in a ton of compliments. You’re so hot, you feel so good, you sound so beautiful, and so on. I just see him as an open complimenter, and when his mental circuit board is on overload he’s unable to stop himself.

🩷 Gag this man. Do it. I dare you.

🩷 He’ll be moaning and whimpering and drooling all around the gag, his eyebrows drawn up and in, eyes pleading for you to let him moan properly.

🩷 The most pathetic man you’ve ever seen and all because he can’t whine for you. God somebody just take me away, lock me up.

Sebastian-

🖤 King of being amused by how turned on you are.

🖤 He’s chuckling, huffing, asking incredulous rhetorical questions like “yeah? Already?”

🖤 I could see him falling hard and fast, so he’s probably using his dry sense of humor to hide how fucking gone he already is.

🖤 Because emotional vulnerability isn’t his thing so it gives him some distance while still allowing him to enjoy how fucking hot and adorable everything you do is.

🖤 As far as his own sounds, though, he’s not moaning or whining a whole lot.

🖤 He does whisper a lot of swear words, and he’s HEAVY on the panting, as a consolation prize.

🖤 Dirty talk gets a little spicy with him just because he lives to tease. He’s not the heaviest dirty talker even on this list, but he can definitely turn up the heat.

🖤 Lowkey I can see him being a hand holder because he can’t help himself. He can only keep his affections at bay so much.

🖤 And I bring that up only because he’d lose his breath the moment your fingers twined with his and reward you with a soft, stuttering moan.

🖤 Definitely bites you to keep from making noise when he comes. He’d probably end up whining if he didn’t.

[xomakara]

Birthday Cake

SUMMARY |  It's Mark's birthday and you have a very special surprise for him. PAIRINGS | Mark x Reader GENRE/CONTENT/WARNINGS |  non-idol!Mark, non-idol!Reader, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (both male/female receiving/giving), praise kink, pet names, dirty talk, food play, messy cake sex?? RATING | Mature, NSFW, 18+ LENGTH |  4093 words TAGLIST | -- NETWORKS |  @k-vanity AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Firstly, I apologize if it sounds rushed and probably not one of my best works. I literally wrote this in like 3 hours lol. I still hope you all like this though lol. Secondly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK. We all love you 💚

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Mark Lee always considered himself a lucky man as he was surrounded by friends and loved ones who gathered for this dinner party for his birthday. Smiling from his seat, his hand was placed on your thigh, softly caressing. His eyes wandered over to yours. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.

You smiled and nodded. "Why wouldn't I be okay? My man's birthday is today."

"Good. You look so beautiful tonight, by the way."

"Thank you." You leaned in to kiss him. "And you look so handsome today."

"We get it. You both love each other." Johnny rolled his eyes jokingly. "Can we start the celebration already?"

You pulled back, a smile still on your lips. "Yeah. Let's celebrate."

Mark had planned a quiet and private party with the closest people in his life. As the night progressed, it turned into a rowdy one. Johnny and Yuta were playing a drinking game while Jungwoo, Jeno, Jaehyun, and Hendery were cheering them on. Ten was in the kitchen, preparing another batch of food with Doyoung. Taeyong was nowhere to be found, but he might've left with Kun since neither of them was here.

You and Mark watched them. You were sitting in his lap while his arms were around your waist.

"Having fun?" he whispered, placing a kiss on your neck.

"I am." You turned to him, arms around his neck. "Is the birthday boy having fun? Did he get all his presents?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. I did. Although I'm still waiting for the best present."

"Oh really? What would that be?"

Mark looked into your eyes. "The most beautiful girl in the world."

"And who would that be?"

"It's you." He gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

"You're so cheesy." You giggled.

"You love it."

"Yeah, I do."

You were about to kiss him again until Johnny interrupted. "Hey, you two lovebirds! We're going to sing Happy Birthday now. Stop being gross and pay attention."

"We weren't doing anything." You called out, Mark laughing.

Johnny raised a brow at you, clearly not buying it. "Uh huh, sure. Get your horny asses over here."

Mark stood up with you in his arms, placing you on your feet before standing beside you.

"Okay, guys, gather around!" Yuta called out, waving the cake in his hands. "One... two..."

Everyone sang, their eyes glued on Mark. You looked over at him, a fond smile on your lips. He turned to look at you, his heart fluttering as your gaze met. After the song ended, he blew the candles and made a wish. Everyone cheered. You went back to your seat beside Mark and held his hand. "So, what did you wish for?"

He shrugged. "It's a secret."

"You know I won't tell anyone."

"But you'd find out sooner or later."

"That's true."

Mark squeezed your hand. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

"But your friends—"

"They'll understand. I just want to be with you tonight."

"Okay." You nodded, a smile still on your lips.

Doyoung looked up from where he was standing. "You two better be responsible!"

You turned to him. "Don't worry. We're just going to hang out."

"Uh-huh, sure." Ten rolled his eyes.

"We're just going to hang out!"

Ten smirked, his eyes moving between you and Mark. "Dressed like that? I doubt it. Don't forget to use protection."

Your face heated up at his words. Mark only chuckled. "We're leaving."

"Take care, you two." Doyoung waved, watching you both leave.

As soon as the door closed, you took off your heels, sighing in relief. It was nice to feel the ground beneath your feet again.

"You could've worn comfortable shoes," Mark said.

"I wanted to look pretty for you."

"Baby, you always look pretty to me."

You smiled at his words, heart racing in your chest.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. "Where do you wanna go?"

"My place? I got you a gift. And it's more of a private one."

"Okay, let's go."

You got a cab and went to your place. You fished your keys from your purse and opened the door, inviting Mark inside.

"Stay here, Mark." You said. "I'll be right back."

He nodded and went to the couch. Meanwhile, you went to your room and looked through your drawers, trying to find that sexy, crotchless lingerie you bought for special occasions. Mark didn't know that you own one. Hell, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Finally, you found it and you quickly changed, looking at yourself in the mirror. After putting on the lingerie, you fixed your hair and you threw your clothes back on so that he could unwrap you when you got to the bedroom.

You came back and smiled at him. "Do you have the present?" he asked.

"It's not a tangible gift."

He frowned. "Then what is it?"

You moved closer to him and sat in his lap. "It's a surprise."

Mark wrapped his arms around you. "Will I like it?"

"You will." You gave him a soft kiss.

His hands wandered to your waist. "Can I open it now?"

"Not yet." You laughed as you got off his lap and made your way to the kitchen. "Wait for me. I'll make it worth your while."

"You always do."

You came back with the cake and a candle. Mark was already waiting on the couch, smiling when he saw the cake in your hands. "Baby, we already blew the candles earlier with the guys."

"But that’s with the guys. Right now, it’s me.”

"Wow, baby, you're so thoughtful."

"Anything for the birthday boy."

Mark looked up at you, eyes twinkling. "Can I blow out the candles now?"

"Of course." You nodded. "Make a wish."

He blew the candles, the light from the flames flickering as it went out. At the same time, you were on your knees in front of him, your hand already massaging his growing bulge.

"I hope it's coming true," you said, looking up at him.

"It is." He nodded, leaning back against the couch. "It sure is."

Your hand rubbed the bulge, slowly unzipping his pants and taking his dick out. He was already hard.

"Already excited?" you asked, kissing the tip.

"It's my birthday. I should be excited."

You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. He placed his hand on the back of your head, gently encouraging you to continue.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, his voice low.

You continued sucking, licking the underside and the tip, and swirling your tongue around. He was moaning loudly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your hands were gripping the base of his shaft, jerking him off as your mouth worked him.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Keep going."

He groaned your name as his grip tightened, pulling your hair. "Your mouth feels so good. So fucking amazing."

You felt his cum coating your tongue. You kept sucking until the very last drop. After that, you let him rest in your mouth, the sweet taste lingering. He looked down, a little surprised that his dick was still hard. You let him go, and it slipped out of your mouth. 

You sat up, wiping the corners of your lips. "Didn't you like your gift?"

Mark smiled, pulling you towards him so that you were seated on his lap again. "I did, very much."

"Well, that was part one."

"What's part two?"

"Take off my clothes and see."

Mark obliged and removed your shirt, revealing the lace covering your breasts. "Oh? What else are you hiding? Wait... are you...?"

You smirked, your fingers fiddling with the hem of the tulle skirt. You raised it to reveal your dripping cunt in the panties that barely covered anything. "Part two, crotchless panties.”

His eyes widened at the sight, his hands automatically wandering to the bare skin of your legs. He stroked the insides, squeezing. Your thighs were a weak point for him, something that he used against you whenever he wanted something from you.

"Wait," he stopped. "Let's just go to your room. I wanna ravish you properly."

"Oh?" you raised a brow.

"It is part of my gift, right?"

"Part of it," you nodded.

"Okay." He looked up, gazing into your eyes. "Gimme more."

"Okay, birthday boy. Whatever you want." You giggled, playfully smirking. He carried you and rushed to your room. Laughter escaped your lips as Mark tossed you onto the bed. "Someone's eager to open their gift, isn't he?"

He looked you over hungrily, biting his bottom lip as his eyes fell to your breasts. "Because she looks so fucking hot."

You pressed your back against the headboard and spread your legs, offering yourself. Mark climbed into bed with you, kneeling on the mattress.

"Take what you want, Mark," you seductively told him.

His eyes darkened. He licked his lips and leaned towards you, capturing yours. He devoured your mouth, groaning as you opened up for him, letting him push his tongue past your lips.

After a few seconds of kissing, he pulled away and looked at you. "Hands on the headboard."

You did as told and reached behind you, latching on to the edge of the headboard, spreading your knees wide. Mark started trailing his lips and teeth across your neck. You shivered at the sensation, especially as his lips went lower and lower.

Mark squeezed your nipples between his fingers as he licked and kissed your skin. You gasped in surprise as he captured your right nipple between his teeth and tugged it. Your grip tightened and you whimpered, arching your back as he rolled the hardened nub between his teeth.

He then licked a trail downwards, placing open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and between your breasts. When his tongue flicked over one nipple, you gasped, arching your back off the headboard and pushing your breasts into his mouth.

"Did you like that, baby girl?" he asked. His voice was muffled as his mouth was otherwise occupied.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, since you're enjoying this, I'll do more of it. But after I fuck that tight little pussy of yours."

"Thank you," you panted, feeling his tongue flicking your other nipple.

"God, you're so sexy."

Your eyes followed his head as he continued his way down your stomach, biting your lip as he licked all over the lace fabric. You'd bought it in dark blue because Mark complimented you in that shade of color before. It seemed he appreciated the gesture since he was practically worshipping your body in that outfit.

"Shit," you whispered, panting.

He hummed, sending a vibration down your core. Your back was arched, hands desperately gripping the wood behind your back, thighs trembling on each side of your lover's face.

"I bet you'd look so hot with cake frosting all over your tits," he spoke up, licking a line across your folds.

Your legs shook at his words, a soft moan escaping your lips. You felt him smirk against your core, clearly pleased with the reaction you gave him. "There is cake in the living room," you reminded him, your breathing was getting erratic.

Mark paused, eyes still focused between your legs. Then he looked at you with a smirk. "We'd have to change your sheets and shower afterwards."

"Worth it if it means you get to enjoy it on my body."

He growled as you wriggled underneath his gaze. The pressure of him being so close and yet so far away is driving you mad. You loved when Mark was gentle with you, but sometimes you also needed roughness.

"So, are you up for it or do you want to just fuck the shit out of me now?" you teased, leaning back against the pillows with a devilish smirk.

"Baby girl," he breathed, a predatory smile appearing on his face, "it'd be my fucking pleasure."

"Bring the fucking cake and decorate my body," you suggested, snarling playfully as you got rid of your bra and threw it somewhere.

He gave you a smug grin before he rushed out of the room and came back shortly with the cake in his hand, his finger dipping the frosting out. "Hmmm..." he purred, eyeing your body, "where do I start?"

"Wherever you want, birthday boy," you replied in a soft voice, almost a whisper.

A small mischievous grin appeared on his handsome face before he grabbed one breast and held your right nipple between two fingers as he applied the sugary substance over it. You squirm underneath his touch, goosebumps running along your skin as the chilling cream came into contact. He let go, looking pleased at the work he'd done before his eyes flicked to your face, checking to see if you were okay.

His voice sounded velvety as it reached your ears, "Do you want the other one to have the same amount, baby?"

"Mark," you gasped, swallowing down the lump of lust in your throat, "yeah, cover me with icing."

Mark's lips curled upward in satisfaction while his pupils dilated slightly from excitement, "Gladly, my love."

He grabbed another fistful and brought his hand down, starting his art, applying layer by layer in an attempt to replicate how beautiful his cake was. He then proceeded with applying frosting on your left breast while you moaned softly every time he touched the sensitive skin with the tip of his fingers. Once satisfied, he scooted closer and added final touches by using his tongue to give some details, making you squirm as it left a wet, sticky path across your chest. He blew on it, making you gasp for breath, your voice coming out as a mixture of whimpers and moans.

"This is fucking hot." Fingers still coated in icing, he brought them to your lips. "Suck," he demanded, watching with dark eyes as his fingers disappeared between your lips.

You obeyed and tasted the sweetness of the icing mixed with his masculine scent, feeling like you could come any moment, especially with the hungry look he gave you, eyes filled with lust and anticipation for the feast. 

"Good, huh? Want me to continue?" he asked.

A soft moan escaped you. You were eager to have his mouth on your cunt.

"Answer me, darling."

Your eyes widened and you let out a strangled cry, "Yes."

"Such a slutty little thing for me, baby. What would people think, hmm, seeing you like this? All covered in sugary mess for my enjoyment? To consume you whole."

Your breathing came short and fast. You couldn't see anything other than Mark's heated gaze as your pussy twitched underneath his touch, his voice deep in your ear, coaxing more noises from deep within your gut as he used his tongue to circle around your icing covered nipple. He licked down to your stomach, circling his tongue around it, painting a picture for your senses. You felt yourself becoming wetter each time he dipped his tongue into your navel, the heat growing in the pit of your stomach, flames licking up your spine, begging him to touch your most sensitive parts.

"I'm going to devour you, darling," his low tone sent shivers running through every nerve ending, "all of you."

Your toes curled. A shiver ran down your spine.

"Yes, yes, please," you pleaded, voice husky. You wanted him more than anything. Wanted to feel every inch of his thick, delicious length in your pussy, spreading your walls wide open and filling you.

The room was silent except for your shallow breaths and Mark's heavy ones, both anticipating the moment he'd thrust inside you. Finally, he inched forward, hovering above you as he ran his tongue over your nipple once more, swirling the tip in slow circles before taking it completely between his teeth and giving a soft bite. Your hand slipped over his shoulder, fingertips digging into his shoulder blade as you arched towards him.

"Please..." your voice trembled as you felt yourself clench and tighten under his grip, preparing itself for what was to come.

Mark smiled into your chest, the smile stretching across his face until it became a full-on grin. He pulled back and slid his body down between your legs, taking his time to take every inch of you in before settling there, propped up between your thighs. His hand glided over your stomach and down to your mound, fingers pressing softly as they traveled between your legs. His palm lingered on top of your heat, fingers rubbing gently at the swollen skin as you shivered and squirmed, a light sweat coating your upper lip.

"Fuck, baby," Mark moaned. "You're so wet."

His fingers traced circles, leaving the combination of cake icing and your wetness trailing down the side of your leg. He dragged his lips down and his tongue swept against the inside of your thigh, leaving a slick trail of cake icing and saliva along the length of it, then up.

"Mark, please." you begged, desperately wanting him to end this torture and finally slide his cock in you, making you writhe against the soft mattress. You felt a warmth building deep in your belly as he moved his mouth closer to your pussy.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he crooned softly into your ear. "Tell me exactly what you'd like me to do right now and maybe I'll give it to you."

"Ughh, please!" you cried as his thumb brushed against your clit, causing sparks to shoot across your body and setting every nerve ending aflame.

Mark let out a low chuckle, enjoying every bit of it. You bucked upwards again as he moved his finger in circular motions around your opening before slipping the tip in. "Tell me more, I'll hear you loud and clear," he urged, his voice thick with lust as he added more fingers into your slick entrance, pushing deeper inside as you hissed out your pleasure.

"Take me, Mark. Please! Make me yours." You screamed. "I want you inside me so badly. Want to feel every inch of your amazing, perfect cock buried deep in my wet cunt," your nails dug into the mattress beneath you.

"You ask so nicely, but remember who's birthday is this. Say it." he cooed, his breath tickling the sensitive skin near the shell of your ear. He nipped the lobe, then ran his lips down your neck as his thumb rubbed the aching bud on the hood of your clit, sending fireworks along your spine.

"Y-your birthday." You stammered. "Please take me for your birthday."

His fingers reached lower. One last stroke with the pad of his thumb against your clit and your body was a trembling mess, walls squeezing, pulling, sucking around the two fingers pumping in and out. You were whimpering and groaning, lost to everything other than the movement of his fingers and his intense gaze focused directly on you.

"Please!" you sobbed, your pussy spasming around Mark's fingers and hips grinding helplessly up and down.

Mark withdrew them with a satisfied smirk on his face, cock so hard you could barely stand it as he pressed a thumb to the corner of your mouth, pushing a mix of icing and your juices into your mouth, which you eagerly swallowed down greedily.

"Fuck, I knew you could handle it, but damn, baby girl," Mark groaned, dragging a single digit along your slit, collecting your slick, watching intently as it clung to his fingers and dropped to the bed below. "That was one of the hottest things you've ever said to me."

Mark smeared the mix of icing and your liquids down his erection. He didn't bother to hide the pleasure he felt at the sensation, nor how hard he had become simply by teasing you and making you scream for release. And it showed. 

"Ready?" he asked, the tip of his member already nudging your entrance.

"Yes." you gasped as your arousal began pooling. "Fuck me."

Mark didn't waste any time. Without a second thought, he pushed himself forward, sheathing his entire length inside your pussy in one smooth motion, moaning with satisfaction as his skin met yours. You arched up off the bed, the sweet smell of the cake still permeating your senses, mingling with Mark's scent, along with the unmistakable musk of sex.

Mark grabbed hold of your thighs, pushing them up, your legs on his shoulders. He pressed his head into the crook between your shoulder and neck and whispered to you, "Let's fill you up with my cake icing."

You moaned lowly, the sound almost inaudible over Mark's soft pants, as he slowly began rocking back and forth, the gentle movements turning into rougher strokes the longer he thrusts into you. It's not enough. Your body is tingling from the way he stretched your pussy out, and while it isn't the rough fucking you were hoping for, it's certainly an appetizer to the main event.

"Come on, Mark," you groaned, pressing down against him so that every thrust made him sink deeper and deeper, pushing you into the bed until his cock brushed up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. "Don't you want to take charge on your special day? Don't you want to show me who's in control here?"

Mark growled, the noise coming from the back of his throat sending vibrations down to where your skin met his. He pressed his lips together tightly as he struggled to retain his composure and composure be damned because now was his turn, time to show how good he could fuck when he was set to.

He didn't know if he could even wait to start but god help him if he didn't do something about how incredible his girlfriend looked right now, writhing beneath him, covered in icing and sex-messed hair stuck against her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, baby girl," Mark purred, lowering himself until his forehead pressed lightly against yours. "This is the best gift I could ever ask for." He nibbled lightly on your lower lip and whispered against it, "To have your pussy all nice and warm for me, letting me use you any way I like... I'm gonna wreck you, Y/N."

You moaned at the prospect and at how goddamn sexy he sounded when he was turned on.

"Make me cum," you rasped. "Use my pussy however you want and make me cum, please!"

"Your wish is my command." he grinned cheekily.

Mark's hips picked up pace, plunging harder and faster into you, filling you fully again and again.

You moaned as he slammed inside of you. Every time his pelvic bone struck yours was a sharp shock wave of pleasure flowing through you, making your brain swim. Your legs quivered at the contact; your heels dug into Mark's back and drew him forward, urging him to keep fucking you with that amazing dick.

You had never seen your boyfriend move this quickly before, the sound of his breathing and the loud groans you were hearing were all coming from inside your head. In and out. His thrusts were powerful. Hard and steady, almost machine-like as he buried his cock within you time after time.

And you loved every second of it.

Mark leaned forward, resting his weight on his palms, his face mere inches away from yours. His fingers tightened their grip in your hair before pulling you closer towards him and pressed his mouth onto yours. 

As Mark broke the kiss, his breath hitched, body shuddering, cock spasming inside of you. Hot bursts of liquid shot deep inside, coating your cunt and filling it to the brim with semen. You held onto him tightly as his entire frame trembled with orgasm, trying to not collapse on you. He struggled to breathe while keeping his hands firmly anchored on either side of your head, locking his elbows so that he wouldn't fall over. He never broke his eye contact.

Finally, when both your orgasms had waned and you could think straight again, you began speaking, your voice sounding strained as it came out in short huffs. "You liked it that much huh?"

"Shit," he gasped between breaths, nodding as sweat ran down his face, dripping onto your chest.

"But..." His tongue flicked over your neck, licking the side before whispering hotly into your ear, "There's something I want a bit more."

Your breath hitched at his statement. "Hmmm?"

"A few more rounds for my birthday," Mark smiled playfully. "And then a bath before bed, babe."

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

2012 tmnt boys with a reader that’s having a rough period week? Like normally it’s bearable but this week it’s just, struggling to walk, feeling dizzy and sick, not really eating and just laying in bed?

Hope you’re having a lovely timezone! Take care of yourself :]

Rough Period (Fluff)

2012!Turtles x reader

A/N: I just started my own really bad period, so this just seemed very fitting to get done😂 Hope you’ll enjoy💚

Warning: Periods so bad that you will puke, cry and maybe even pass out.

Leonardo:

Since this isn’t the first time you’re having your period around Leo, he isn’t too alarmed about it. At this point he even seemed to know your cycle (probably also because he was able to smell it on you, but he would never tell you that), and had pads and tampons in his room, just in case you needed any.

But this time Leo could tell that it was bad before you even got out of bed. You were in an incredibly bad mood, struggling to even sit up or move, and even tried to push him away when he tried to cuddle you, only for you to break down crying due to the pain.

Leo would not take any words or action of yours personally. He knew it was just your hormones and the stabbing pain that was speaking. So he kept his distance without ever going too far, patiently taking every single que, look and noise you gave him. He got you painkillers without you even asking for it, and would lay next to you, just in case you would need to be hugged at any point.

At some point you would finally crawl into Leo’s arms, before finally falling asleep with your head against his chest.

Raphael:

Have you ever seen the couples that mockingly will yell at each other, acting like they are fighting, but just smile and laugh while saying things that an outside person might totally misunderstand? Yeah, that’s you and Raph when you’re on your period, laying angrily in bed, feeling tired of the whole world. But somehow, you and Raph’s small back and forths always seemed to get a smile on your lips.

And somehow, when you’re having a particularly bad period, leaving you unmoving in bed, unable to eat anything, feeling like throwing up, Raph still had a way to put a small smile on your lips. He would bring you something to drink along with some snacks, hoping to get something inside of you, before taking a seat next to you, coming with a sarcastic yet somehow funny; “have I ever told you how beautiful you look when you’re on the verge of dying?” That made you snort.

But when your cramps would get particularly bad, Raph would drop any funny acts, in order to solely focus on how to help you. Water? Bucket? Heating pad? Blanket? Sweatshirt off? More snacks? Raph got it all, and he somehow always seemed to be able to know what to do, without asking you what you needed.

Donatello:

Knowing as much about human anatomy as Donnie did, he never got particularly worried when you were on your period. That did not mean that he didn’t feel bad for you. With every cramp and every small pained whimper, Donnie felt his heart crack a little for you, as he tried to find a way to make the pain less for you. But so far nothing had been working, but Donnie never wanted to turn you into a guinea pig, to test something that may not work. No, instead he would stay by your side, holding you close and keeping you company as you got through it.

But one particular day, your period was way worse than usual. You were sick, throwing up, with cramps so bad that you were left crying on the bed. That really broke Donnie’s heart.

That day Donnie did not step a foot in the lab, but stayed with you, not leaving your side unless absolutely necessary. He even went so far as to check your vitals, just to make sure. He tried not to fuss, even though it was hard. He just wanted to make sure that you were alright, though it could take several days.

To be honest, this was probably the hardest thing Donnie had to go through in your relationship. And when it was over, Donnie was just happy to know that you were okay.

Michelangelo:

Whenever you had your period, Mikey always had a little moment of panic. He HATED seeing you in pain, and whenever you would curl up in bed with cramps, Mikey was about to cry and scream in fear, thinking that he was about to lose you. Bit of a drama queen really. Sometimes you had to give him a hard knock, and remind him what was going on.

But then one day, you had a really bad period. So bad that you almost couldn’t speak. And that made Mikey very worried, fussing around you with words of fear. But when you tried to stand up, only to fall back on the bed, the world spinning around you, Mikey went into total panic, running laps around the room before running for Donnie.

While Donnie did a check on you, Mikey stood over his shoulder, staring like you were in your dead bed with just moments left. He almost broke down crying, until Donnie turned and told him to tone it down. “She’s just on her period, your nob. I’ll get her some pain killers. Get her something to drink and some comfort food. There isn’t much else than to make her comfortable”.

In the end, it was more like you were the one making Mikey comfortable, reminding him that even though you were hurting for the moment, it would be over a few days later.

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Public Displays of Affection

Requested: Heeyy, love your writing! I wanted to request a preference with the boys + HM and SB about how they would be with PDA. Thank youuu 💚💚💚💚 - anon

A/N: Thank you for requesting my love!! I hope you like it! This was so cute to imagine omg :D Feedback is always appreciated 💕

Butcher is allllllll about PDA. Most of the time, it includes a hand on your ass, but he's not against more of the innocent touches. To make a point, he'll kiss you pretty passionately, making sure the person who was hitting on you knows you're together. He's all about touching and being close. He doesn't even realize he's doing it. He just sort of gravitates towards you when you're together. He's really possessive and protective, and it just comes out through PDA. He's not big with words. He might call you "love," but he's far more comfortable with physical affection than anything else. Everyone groans or makes jokes about the PDA between you two, but neither of you care. He says they're jealous, and that makes you smile. Maybe it can be a bit much sometimes, but you know it's just because he cares, he worries, and he needs you close. When you're afraid or worried or just tired of this life, the PDA can be a huge comfort. It reminds you, you have Butcher. That, through it all, you'll always have him. He'll be your constant even through the hardship.

Hughie can be pretty shy with PDA. He really loves hand holding and playing with your fingers, but that's about as far as it'll go. Hughies pretty awkward when it comes to relationships and PDA. He's also really shy and awfully aware anything could make you uncomfortable. He never wants to step over the line, so he sticks to the most innocent forms. When he's scared or worried, he'll instinctively reach out and squeeze your hand. That's when you know this life is getting to him. You squeeze back, neither of you looking at one another, but using these moments to reassure one another wordlessly. You're never the first to let go. If or when he's okay again he'll let go, but you never want to leave him alone with his fears when he's feeling overwhelmed. Whatever kinds of affections Hughie shares are cherished. He's so shy with his love, so careful, it makes it so much more special when he does decide to show off a little.

Annie isn't as shy as Hughie, but she definitely knows what she can and cannot do. Because she's a public figure, she wants to do everything in her power to keep you safe. Homelanders allies and fans will do anything to hurt her and, by association, you. You've gone to a few red carpets together, but since she's stepped back from The Seven, her PDA has changed a lot. She used to pose for pictures with you and kiss you in public and now it's a lot more subdued. She'll hold your hand, but she scared if she did anything more, Homelander and Firecrackers fans would come after you. Not to mention the paparazzi that still follow her (and you) around on occasion. She loves you, of course she does, but she doesn't want your name dragged through the mud because you're in a relationship with her. Not that she listens to it, but she's heard from coworkers that Misty, on her show, talks shit about you and your relationship together. She wants to do everything in her power to protect you.

M.M. doesn't really "do" PDA. He has nothing against it. It's just not something he partakes in for a variety of reasons. The biggest is safety. He might not be in the limelight like Annie, but this life is dangerous, and it puts a target on your back when others know you're important to someone. If any Supe ever found out that he cared for you, and that got you hurt, he'd never forgive himself. Another reason is that he doesn't love constant contact. His hands get sweaty, and he's never sure if it's the right moment (because something is always going wrong - is there ever a good moment?), so it's just easier to avoid. He's affectionate with words, often calming you down or reminding you how much you mean to him, but the physical aspect just isn't something you do as a couple. Of course, he'll always hug you and make sure you're okay, but that's about as far as it goes. Neither of you is big on PDA, so it's not a big deal. He just wants to keep you safe. You're in enough danger as it is, he doesn't need Homelander or a Supe seeing him holding your hand, kissing you, etc. That puts an extra target on your back. If anything ever happened to you because of your relationship he'd never forgive himself.

Frenchie can go either way. When he's got something on his mind, when he's feeling particularly bad or guilty or ashamed about his past, he pulls away from PDA. He isolates himself from you. Not because he blames you or anything, but because he doesn't think he's deserving of your love or affection. When he's feeling less self-deprecating, he's all about PDA. It can hurt when he pulls away, but he makes it clear you have done nothing wrong. It's a cycle he follows where he pulls away, retreats into himself, only to understand you're hurt by his actions, and comes back at full force. It's not a short cycle. You often have a lot of time together full of affection. It's when it starts over that makes you feel like you've done something wrong, said something to make him feel bad. Frenchie feels horrible when he realizes what he's done, but he just can't bring himself to stop it. It definitely creates issues in your relationship. He never meant to do this, it's just something that he feels he has to do as a way of repenting.

Kimiko can be pretty shy with PDA. You're her first official relationship. You're both unsure, a little awkward, and shy. You never want to cross her boundaries or make her feel uncomfortable. There's a lot of communication between you. It's actually pretty sweet, genuinely innocent. The first time you grabbed her hand for reassurance, scared of Homelander and the future, you apologized after. She just smiles and tells you she liked it. It was surprising, but not in a bad way. It's one of your go-to's: holding her hand. Occasionally, when you're feeling more carefree, you'll hug her from behind and kiss her cheek. Your friends all poke fun at you for being so shy around one another. They could all tell you liked one another. One of you just had to build up enough courage to tell your feelings. As time goes on, you and Kimiko become more comfortable, allowing yourselves to be more affectionate in the open. When you're separated and end up together again, she's always eager to hug you, hold you, and check for any injuries.

Bonus! Homelander is all about PDA as long as the cameras are rolling and the crowds are cheering. It's nothing against you. It's not as if he's done with you when the curtains close. He's stressed out and angry and dealing with so much, mainly Butcher and The Boys. He doesn't really think about PDA outside of the public eye. It's a stark juxtaposition you have to learn to get used to. He's so loving and sweet and kind when you're being interviewed. As soon as it's over, his smile drops, and he becomes his upset, distant self again. The first time it happened, you felt wounded. Did he hate you? Was it all just an act? When he notices this, he assures you it had nothing to do with you. He's just stressed. It's not easy being the leader of The Secen nor is it easy keeping Vought together when it seems like everything is falling apart and everyone is a complete fucking idiot. It's not about you or the way he feels about you, it's just how things have to be.

Bonus! Soldier Boy's PDA borders on vulgarity. He's always got his hands or lips on you. When he loves, he loves with his whole being. That means serious make out sessions in front of people who assumed you were single or his arm around your waist, showing everyone that you're together. He gets insanely jealous over the smallest looks, the most innocent of comments. He can bet pretty handsy and, at times, go a bit overboard to the point of being inappropriate for most viewers. When you're around The Boys, they're pretty vocal about your PDA and will cut it off if they think you've gone too far. Ben can't help it. You're his everything. He makes sure everyone knows that you're his everything. That you're with him. He also loves the more PG13 touches like hand holding or hugging. He's constantly touching you one way or another. It brings him a lot of comfort knowing you're around, close by, that you're there for him no matter what.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

soooo babe, what do we think about a little fic where auston facetimes you before every game because you are his lucky charm?🤭💚🤞🏼

*bing, bing, bing, bing*

You had been waiting with your phone next to you for the last hour, anticipating Auston's call. You were sitting on the sofa, leaning with your back against the arm, knees pulled up and wrapped in a large blanket. When his video call invitation took over your screen, you wasted no time answering. You were so excited that you had to be careful not to spill the hot tea you had been sipping when you heard it.

"Hey, mami," Auston said with an instant smile, seeing you on the other end.

"Hey, sweetheart! How are you feeling?"

His brown eyes looked like caramel against the sunlight streaming in through the windows he was seated by. You could tell he had just gotten up from his post-practice nap, and obviously couldn't wait to call you. A man of many pre-game rituals, Auston had his habits and one of them included giving you a call --either on video or by phone as he drove to the arena-- before every single game, since the two of you had become an item. The first time he had done it, the Leafs had won, and he just felt like keeping the habit going, in the hopes that maybe it would happen again. Not to mention, he just really liked talking to you.

"I'm pretty good, still waking up. What about you? I hope you're feeling better." You watched as his eyes wandered over you slightly. "I'd love to be there with you. You look pretty comfy."

"You know you're welcome anytime! And I'm okay, doing better than yesterday, so I can't complain." After dealing with the flu for the past week, you were thankful to finally be feeling like yourself. That had been the reason you weren't going to the game tonight.

Auston smiled at you while you spoke, just in love with the sound of your voice much as you were with his. Everything about him made your heart flutter: from his smile, his laugh, his little gestures, all of it.

"I wish you could be there, but I understand why you can't. You've got three days to get better," he laughed lightly. "Need my lucky charm sitting next to the bench with me."

You could feel your face grow hot. Why had that made you blush? Was it the fact that Auston was confessing how much he meant to you --calling you his good luck charm-- and honestly meaning it? Was it him making you the center of his world whenever he could, especially during busy game days? Why were you so surprised?

He caught the change in your face, "Are you alright? Your face looks flushed."

You tried to hide it by taking a sip of your tea, peering at him over the rim of the cup, but it was no good. "Mhm, yeah, I'm-- fine!"

Auston raised an eyebrow suspiciously, smiling. "Are you blushing?"

"No! Well-- maybe!"

"You're adorable."

"See, it's stuff like that that does it!"

His whole face lit up as he smiled wider, looking down. Was he blushing now? It was hard to tell against his tanned skin tone, but it made you feel better thinking that he was just as flustered as you were.

"It's good to see you smile," he added, finally returning his face to look at you. "I was worried about you."

You appreciated his concern, and moved quickly to reassure him that everything was alright, "It was just the flu, baby! I'm okay now!"

"I didn't know you could sleep that much," he teased. "I missed you."

Playfully, you rolled your eyes, "I'm sure you were just fine~"

"I was lost without you," Auston replied, giving you his best puppy dog eyed pout. "You left me all alone...for days!"

You had to laugh at his dramatic display. Even though he was just hamming it up for you, to make you smile, you had wished that you could have given him a little more attention --check-ins-- during that span of time, but being sick had taken more from you than you had realized.

"I'm sorry~ Forgive me?"

"Only because you're so damn cute."

Both of you shared a laugh followed by a quiet moment after. You knew he couldn't stay on the call too much longer, and neither of you were ready to let the other go.

"I'll call you on my way home, okay? Well, I'll text you first, make sure you're awake."

"I'll be up! I'm going to watch the game!"

Auston smiled, "I know, but that post-game stuff takes a bit. You still need to rest. I can always call you in the morning."

"But--," you tried to interject, but failed.

"Mami-- you need your rest. I'll still text you good night. Don't make me feel bad because I woke you up," he frowned slightly. "Be kind to your body."

His protective nature had your heart fluttering. He was so kind, so considerate. "If I get tired, I'll go to bed. I promise."

"Thank you," he winked, before catching sight of the time. "Hey, I've gotta get Felix out and get around. Like I said, I'll text you, okay?"

"Mhm," you nodded, sad that he had to go, but understanding why. "Be careful tonight, and good luck!"

"I will," he promised. "I love you."

"I love you more!"

Before Auston ended the call, he left you with one more reason to blush, "Next goal is for you."

[loulou-land]

Congrats on your milestone!!

I'm not good at giving prompts but here it is: Salbucktommy with possessive Sal and Buck over Tommy. I also want to see them head over heels for Tommy, who has them wrapped around his little finger!

Hope that inspires you to write something... and if it doesn't, that's more than ok!

🧡 🧡

Dani! Thank you so much 😭💚 You’re the sweetest and I’ll never forget you were one of the first lovely humans to welcome me into bucktommy nation and talk to me about Brilliant minds.

Thanks for sending a prompt! I swear I set out to write exactly what you wanted but uh…instead, it took a mind of its own, Sal grabbed the reins and well this happened. I really do hope you still enjoy this salbucktommy and keep an eye out because I loved exploring their dynamic and definitely plan to write some more of them.

💚💚💚

They’re at their usual Queer-friendly bar, having opted out of joining their respective teams at a Badge & Ladder. They’ve wanted a night to themselves for weeks now and after a streak of conflicting shifts and canceled plans, they’ve finally carved out a night just for the three of them.

Sal’s come straight from a shift, still smelling faintly of smoke, while Buck and Tommy are twenty-four hours into a rare shared off.

Tommy just went to the bathroom, leaving Buck mid-ramble about something—Sal had stopped tracking the topic ten minutes ago in favor of trying to keep up with the game’s score. Something about the history of…Sailors tattoos? Or was it fire codes in New York? He's not sure. Buck had a way of diving headfirst into topics like they were burning buildings and half the time Sal just lets him go. It’s distracting as hell, but also weirdly endearing.

Suddenly, Buck’s steady stream of words cuts off. Sal glances at him, concern building up in him when he follows his line of sight and ahh. Some stocky, overly confident guy has intercepted Tommy on his way back from the bathroom. The guy leans in closer and Tommy, to his credit, looks relaxed, even amused.

“Easy there, Cujo.” Sal murmurs, noting the way Buck is all tightly bound energy at the moment. “Don’t go off maiming any ankles. I like this bar, don’t wanna get blacklisted.”

Buck frowns, bouncing slightly on the barstool like he’s ready to launch. “You seriously okay with some random asshole flirting with Tommy? I mean, who does that? Just stops someone coming from the bathroom—”

Sal shoots him an unimpressed look, as he takes a long sip of his beer. “Tommy can handle himself. ‘Sides I know exactly who he’s gonna be under tonight and whose hands it’ll be on him. Don’t you?”

Buck startles as Sal’s boot hooks around his ankle under the table—slow and deliberate—and his cheeks flush red. He’s never known anyone so capable of undressing him with his eyes like Sal does. That look Sal’s giving him…makes him feel stripped bare in more ways than one. Seen in a way he never was before. Until them. Tommy and Sal.

“Y—yeah. I know that. Just…”

Buck’s eyes flick back to Tommy, tracking the way he tilts his head and nods at something the other guy’s saying. He doesn’t look uncomfortable. But Buck still bristles.

Sal watches him with something close to fondness and worry. Watching the way Buck slightly hunches in on himself, looking unsure. He sighs.

These two—emotional wreckage wrapped in muscle and good intentions—so in love with each other they lose their heads the majority of the time. They really did a number on one another. It’s a wonder Sal fits in at all with them. This whole thing working far better than they believed it would. But sometimes, adding a third to a relationship doesn’t complicate things. Sometimes, it completes them.

Besides, these two idiots need a lot of loving. And if that has to be up to him…well he ain’t exactly complaining.

He glances back at Tommy, and their eyes lock—something sparking between them, part challenge, part question. Tommy’s lips twitch, and Sal feels his own curve into a smile before he can stop it.

Bastard, he thinks, fond. Playing us like a damn fiddle.

He feels heat pool low in his gut and suddenly, he needs to be back home. With both of his men.

Time to move this along.

He reaches across the table, fingers curling under Buck’s chin, gently tilting his head until their eyes meet.

He smirks as Buck’s eyes widen and his mouth parts, pretty pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Baby, go get our man,” Sal says, voice low. “Time to head home.”

Buck nods quickly. “Uh-huh. Yeah. On it.”

He doesn’t move.

Sal arches a brow.

Buck jumps. “Tommy. Right. Okay.”

He slides off the stool, nearly tripping in his rush, but stops when Sal calls, “Hey, sweetheart?”

Buck turns, cheeks flushed, eyes already dilated.

“No maiming,” Sal says with a wink.

Buck visibly shudders. “No promises,” he mutters, but grins and sticks out his tongue at Sal, savoring the low chuckle he gets in return before weaving through the crowd toward Tommy. His heart hammering with all the filthy possibilities the night promises.

[hanafubukki]

Summary: Malleus offers you a happy ending.

[Can be seen as Lilia’s route/sequel to this fic]

“Take my hand YN, and I’ll make your happiest dream come true.”

You were frozen. It was tempting, especially now after seeing the hell Lilia went through. Your heart yearned to reach out and take his hand, but your mind screamed otherwise.

But the look gentle look in Malleus’ eyes-

“I-”

A hand concealed your vision before you were pulled backwards into someone, the familiar scent had you relaxing.

“What’s this? You’re trying to steal My YN away? What a petulant boy I raised.”

“I merely offered what will bring them happiness.”

“That’s my job. Tsk tsk I can’t believe I have to worry about one of you trying to steal them away from me. It seems I have to teach you a lesson still.”

“HAHAHA, you think you can take me on?”

“Of course I can! Who do you take me for? Now get ready!…and RUN!”

A hand pulled you away from the group as a malicious laugh echoed.

The calm after dealing with Malleus’ OB was very much needed. Your body aches in places you didn’t think possible, especially given that you were asleep most of Malleus’ blot.

But that was done, and the family was still healing. At least everyone was on the same page now. Lilia understood how much he mattered and his sons were able to express themselves to him.

A few strings were pulled and Lilia was allowed to stay, you are pretty sure that Malleus threatened the Headmaster or the Queen.

Either way, he wasn’t going anywhere which you were grateful for.

“Hot chocolate?”

You looked at the cup Lilia offered you.

You gave him a look, “Who made it?”

Lilia gave you a deadpan look, “I can make hot chocolate.”

“I don’t want it.”

Lilia sighed dramatically, “Silver made it.”

“Then I’ll gladly take it.”

“My son makes it and it’s okay, but if I make it-”

“I’ll die.”

You smiled into your hot chocolate as Lilia grumbled to himself.

The talk did them all good. I’m glad to hear him call Silver his son. Good for both of them.

“Curious minds can’t help but wonder.”

“Well, curious minds should ask.”

“What would your dream have been? If you had taken Malleus’ hand?”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, “I wouldn’t have taken it.”

Lilia pulled you closer, “Why not?”

“Because reality brings me more happiness than any dream could. I have you and everyone else here. No dream can beat that.”

You took his hand in yours, “Besides, only reality can give me what I truly wish for.”

You tapped on a certain finger, smiling at the slight widening of his eyes.

I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.

The smile Lilia gave you then had you falling for him all over again.

Bonus:

“Boys! YN proposed to me! Oh~ I am so flustered~”

You don’t look flustered. In fact, you look like the cat who ate the canary…I wonder if it’s to late to ask Malleus to put me to sleep.

...I seem to keep writing proposals in my Lilia fics 😂🥰

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4. “You’re naive if you think he just wants to be your friend."

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Jack would like to think he is a pretty self-assured and confident guy. 

Because he is. He doesn’t really doubt himself, not even when he is at his lowest. Even during his rookie year, it was more frustrating than anything else because he knew he could be better, he just needed to show the rest of the world too. And outside of hockey, he is no different. He knows who he is and he is secure in himself. 

Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop Jack from feeling very human and not-so-secure feelings—like jealousy. 

It felt as frustrating as his rookie year. He knew you loved him and he knew your relationship was secure and he fucking knew that you weren’t even flirting back. But something about the way this guy was blatantly eye-fucking you and attempting to charm you—right in front of your boyfriend—made Jack’s eye twitch. 

The guy knew you were with Jack. He knew you were here with him tonight considering Jack was nominated for one of the awards. He knew and he was still doing it like he had any right to do so, and it wound Jack up. 

And honestly, he was feeling far from gentlemanly in that moment. 

“He seems nice,” you commented casually once you returned to Jack’s side, the two glasses of wine in hand that you originally went to the bar for. “I think he is a big fan of yours.”

Jack let out a disbelieving snort, taking one glass from you and letting his free hand wind around your waist until you were tucked into his side. “Yeah, I’m sure he is.”

“He seemed a bit lonely,” you continued, unaware of the green-eyed monster whispering in your boyfriend’s ear. “I think he just wants to make some friends. I don’t blame him though, these events are insane—”

“You’re naive if you think he just wants to be your friend,” Jack blurted out before he could even think twice. 

You blinked before raising your brows. “You good?” 

“Yeah, I—” He paused for a moment, his brows furrowing together before he shook his head and placed his wine glass down. He then fully turned to you, both hands on your hips to soothe something in his chest. “Actually, no. No, I’m not good because that douche thinks he can just flirt with my girlfriend as if I’m not right here.” 

Your lips twitched. “You’re jealous?”

Jack frowned a little. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.”

He shot you a look.

“Okay, I am a little,” you said, unable to fight the smile growing on your face as you placed your wine glass down next to his. Before he could say anything, your hands were cupping his face as you looked at him, eyes full of adoration. “Because you have absolutely nothing in this world to be worried about.”

“I know,” he grumbled, his cheeks squished together lightly. “But the way he was just so unbothered that I was here made me feel…”

“It makes him a loser, to be honest,” you said, something in your heart warming at the way he snorted in response. “You know I only love you, right?”

His cheeks warmed. “I know.”

“And that no one could ever replace you?”

He grinned. “Duh, baby, I’m one of a kind.” 

“Good,” you smiled back before leaning in, kissing him until the last of the tension melted from his body as he sunk into your embrace. “Plus, he said his drink of choice was a tequila shot which is just…ew.”

Jack grimaced. “He couldn’t even lie and say some fancy whisky?”

“I think you’re giving him credit for being smarter than he actually is,” you retorted, though it was mostly muttered under your breath so only he could hear you. 

Jack’s expression turned fond. “I love you.”

“I know,” you smiled back before leaning in to kiss him again, chasing away the bitter feeling in his chest he had minutes ago.

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[vbecker10]

Hi Neighbor (Part 2)

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (in progress)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: You try to help Bucky find his runaway cat then spend the afternoon getting closer then you thought you would. Bucky starts to open up to you about not being able to sleep in a bed and all the things he's never done for himself before.

A/N: This is going to be a multi-part series with a bit of a slow burn between you and your hot new neighbor. I'm not sure how many parts yet but I already have the ending all figured out 💚 I hope you all like it!

"Cute cat," you both look down and smile as his pet comes slowly towards you.

"Alpine, go back inside," he orders gently but the cat ignores him, rubbing against your ankle until you bend down to scratch behind his ears.

"Alpine?" you ask. "That's an interesting name."

"Thats what they called him at the shelter," he answers. The moment Bucky takes his eyes off his cat to look at you, Alpine takes off down the steps towards the sidewalk.

"Alpine!" Bucky calls as he runs barefoot down the sidewalk after him.

"Oh shit," you swear, following Bucky to see if you can help.

That's a really fast cat, you think as you jog down the sidewalk then cross the street behind Bucky. The super soldier clearly isn't putting in any effort as he gets further ahead of you and closer to his runaway pet. Alpine crosses another street and Bucky looks both ways briefly then follows him.

Breathing heavily, you start to slow down dramatically after the fifth or sixth street, I think I need to start doing more cardio. And that cat needs a leash, holy crap.

You watch Bucky, almost two blocks ahead of you finally slow down as Alpine turns off the sidewalk and hides under a bush. You give up on running completely, leaning over to rest your hands on your knees while you catch your breath. Wiping a bit of sweat off your forehead, you barely hear Bucky over your pounding heartbeat. When you look up, he's standing in front of you looking just as calm as he had before the chase.

Smiling in victory, he holds Alpine close to his chest with his metal arm. The feisty little feline hasn't given up yet though, he's still struggling to get free.

"Did you say something?" you stand up straighter, hoping he won't notice that your very obviously dying.

"I asked if you were okay?" he says and you can tell he's trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, yeah," you nod, forcing a wide smile. "Totally fine," you give him a thumbs up. "I love running."

He can't help but chuckle as he starts to walk back towards your apartments, "Yeah, that doesn't sound like a lie at all. Don't worry, I'll walk slow so you can keep you."

"Oh, that was mean," you laugh and he smirks.

You shake your head in response to the show you're watching as you finish folding the laundry. Just as you place the last piece of clothing in a drawer your doorbell rings. With an annoyed sigh, you grab your phone and check the video from your camera app. I'm not talking to one more person trying to sell me something, you think as it loads.

"Holy crap," you say outloud then walk quickly to the door. "Hi," you open it and smile at Bucky. "Your little fur ball escape again already?"

He shakes his head and chuckles, "Not yet. He isn't going anywhere for the moment and I think he's pretty angry with me about it. He needed a bath and then I had to put him in his crate cause he decided to test out his claws on my arm."

"Oooh, the metal one I hope," you cringe.

"Yeah, thankfully," he smiles then gets a bit more serious. "I've only had him for a month so we're still getting used to each other. He hasn't been this upset since I first brought him home from the shelter. I don't think he likes new places."

"Probably not," you agree. "But he'll get used to it here, he just needs a little time to adjust and you seem really good with him."

"I'm trying," he sighs and looks down for a moment to folded menu in his hand. "Anyways," Bucky changes the subject abruptly and smiles again. "I was going to order some Thai food and I was wondering if you wanted any, you know as a thank you for helping me find him."

"I'm not sure I really helped very much," you tell him, cringing internally when you think about how you nearly died trying to keep up with Bucky. "And I think he escaped cause of me in the first place."

"At least you tried," he smiles and you know he remembers you dying as well. He adds, "Just between us, he's a really smart cat and I think he was planning that escape since last night."

"You sure?" you ask. You're hopeful he won't change his mind but you are afraid to seem too eager to accept his offer.

"Absolutely," he nods which makes you smile and relax.

"I'm still unpacking so don't judge me too much," he says from a few steps ahead of you as you follow him up to his apartment.

You smirk, "Oh, I'm definitely going to judge you."

He smiles at your response and explains, "I'm waiting on some furniture to come in but the living room is mostly set up."

"Yeah, I noticed you didn't get a bed delivered," you say when you reach the top of the stairs and he turns to look at you. "Okay that sounded stalker-ish," you giggle nervously. "I have a camera on my door and it sends me a video anytime there's motion so if someone walks by or you open your front door I get a notification."

"Ahh," he nods in understanding. "Slightly less stalker-ish then."

You blush awkwardly, "Yeah, slightly."

"You're right though, no bed yet," he says as he walks towards the kitchen.

"So you're sleeping on the couch?" you continue to follow him through the apartment.

"I've slept in worse places," he shrugs and you bite your lip because you have no idea what to say to that. The two of you become silent, both of you ignoring his comment.

Bucky opens the fridge, "I didn't get to go grocery shopping yet so I've got water and beer."

You laugh and peak around him, "Is that really all that's in there?"

"Yep," he nods proudly. "Actually the beer isn't even mine, Sam brought it over last night when he was helping setup my TV and forgot it."

"Water is good," you tell him. "I'm going grocery shopping tonight, want to come?" The words leave your mouth before your brain can even process them. Seriously, shut up. He's a grown man, he doesn't need you to take him shopping and- your thoughts are cut off by his quick answer.

"Sure," he agrees. "Sam told me I was an idiot for getting a bike and not a car, mostly cause I'm not sure how to carry groceries and stuff on it yet."

"I think the bike was a good idea, you look pretty good on it," the words bypass your brain and you fight the urge to literally cover your mouth with your hand.

He smirks when he makes eye contact with you, "Thanks." You look away quickly, staring at your feet as you blush and clear your throat.

He pulls out the pitcher of water and opens the cabinet near the sink. A giggle escapes you when you see six identical black mugs arranged neatly on the middle shelf. Bucky looks over his shoulder at you, "What's so funny?"

"All of your mugs say Stark Industries on them," you point out. He chuckles and nods as he takes two glasses down and places them on the counter. "Wait, did you steal them from work?" you ask unable to stop giggling.

"No, of course not," he says defensively. "Steve did," he adds with a shrug.

"Shut up! Captain America stole them?" you gasp in surprise.

"Steve's literally the reason we were always in trouble as kids. He's done way worse then pocket a few mugs," he chuckles and hands you a glass of water. He pausesadd if he's thinking and adds, "He's still getting me in trouble actually."

"Wait, really?" you ask, not quite believing him.

He walks to the couch and you follow him while he talks, "Really. He even taught me how to steal cars."

"No!" you laugh, "That wasn't in the museum."

"I'm sure it wasn't," Bucky doesn't seem surprised. "It's all part of the image of Captain America, they needed him to be perfect. Always following orders, not breaking any rules," he smiles, "Pretty much the opposite of Steve."

"That's a shame, he's a lot more interesting now," you take a sip of water.

"I'll tell him you think so," he chuckles then his attention shifts to the sound of the doorbell.

You look around the still unfinished living room, smiling when you see a faded picture of him and Steve in their Army uniforms from the 40s sitting on the windowsill. He looks damn good in that uniform, you think. Not quite as good as he did when he opened the door with almost nothing on this morning of course. Oh my god, stop, he's sitting right here, you yell at yourself for your rouge thoughts.

You shift on his couch while he unpacks the food, your thoughts shifting. This is a pretty small couch for such a big guy to be sleeping on it. How does he even fit? He's gotta be a foot taller than it is long. It's at that moment that you notice a blanket folded in the corner of the room and look up at him while he unpacks the food.

"Bucky, are you sleeping on the floor?" you can't stop yourself from asking. His jaw clenches and he doesn't answer, pulling the last container out of the paper bag. "There's no way you fit on this couch," you add even though you know you should drop it. "You're too tall."

"It's not a big deal," he shrugs and picks up the remote in his metal hand, hoping to end the conversation quickly.

You put your hand on his forearm and the vibranium plates shift under your fingers causing you pull your hand back. "Sorry," you apologize knowing you've completely overstepped. You shift away from him further to give him space.

He's quiet for a moment, the sound of a random show playing in the background. "Beds are too soft," he says, his eyes drifting towards the blanket.

"Did you even buy one?" you ask but you're pretty sure you know the answer.

He shakes his head, "No. I will, probably just so the room doesn't look weird but I don't think I'll use it."

Maybe not for sleeping, your brain tries to make a joke but thankfully you don't let it slip out. This definitely isn't the time for that.

You sit quietly and wait, thankful when he starts talking again. "Once in a while, I'll fall asleep on the couch when I'm watching TV but I can't seem to last the night. I don't know... I'm just not used to being comfortable I guess. It feels weird, almost like it's wrong. I'm not sure how to explain it but I can't even use a pillow most of the time."

"Have you talked to anyone about this?" you ask him, feeling more worried about him as the conversation continues.

"Steve knows," Bucky answers with a light nod. "I don't think he gets it though."

"Oh, I meant like a therapist..." you stop yourself, "I'm sorry this is none of my business."

"No it's okay," he says but you can tell he's uncomfortable. He flexes his hand, the metal whirling as it recalibrates and the plates shift. "I've been avoiding the one SHIELD set up for me to talk to."

"Why?" you ask, not meaning to push but you're too concerned about him to just drop the subject.

"I'm not ready to uh..." he pauses and you can see he's really trying to think of the right word. "Trauma dump, that's what the kids call it now right?"

You can't help but laugh lightly at how sincere his question is, "Yeah, that's what the youngsters call it."

"Don't make fun," he smiles for the first time since you brought up his sleeping habits.

"I'm not," you promise. "Who's teaching you slang anyways?"

He chuckles, "Peter." You shrug having no idea who that is. "Peter Parker," he says as if that should help but you still look at him blankly. "He's umm..." he stops himself, "He's a high schooler who's interning for Stark. Smart kid from Queens, way too much energy though."

You giggle, "So you went straight to the source huh?"

"Just trying to catch up," he opens the container of food closest to him.

"How's that going for you?" you help him open the other one.

"Most of what he says makes very little sense," he laughs. "I think he's messing with me a lot."

You smirk and agree, "He might be. I know I would."

"I have no doubt you would," he says as he divides one of the containers between your plates.

You watch him smile as he focuses on the food but your eyes drift back to the blanket tucked away in the corner. "Bucky," you clear your throat a little and he looks up at you. "Try not to put off the therapist for too long okay?" He nods and you add, "And if you ever wanna talk I'm around. I'm pretty good at just listening."

"Thanks Y/N, I really appreciate that," Bucky hands you your plate. "You know," he smiles, "If you keep offering to help me with things, I'm going to start thinking you like being around me or something."

You shake your head, not willing to admit you've got a serious crush on him that inky seems to be getting worse. "I actually just want to hang out with you to get closer to Alpine."

"Ahh, I knew it," he laughs as he sits back on the couch with a smirk.

You follow Bucky to the kitchen, throwing out the garbage while he places the dishes in the sink. "Not gonna use the dishwasher?" you ask him.

"Oh," he looks over at the appliance then you. "Um... I haven't figured that one out yet."

"Add that to the list of stuff I need to teach you," you joke.

He chuckles and grabs a pad off the fridge, placing it on the counter next to you with a pen. "Go ahead," Bucky says.

"You're ridiculous," you roll your eyes but take the cap off the pen. "So we've got a lot of horrible adult things. Using a dishwasher, going grocery shopping, doing laundry-"

"I actually don't mind laundry," he interrupts you.

"Seriously?" you look at him surprised.

"Yeah, it's so easy now. You put the clothes in one machine, push a few buttons and come back when it's clean. Then you've got a whole separate machine to dry them," he explains. You laugh at how cute he is when he's excited and he continues talking. "You have no idea how annoying laundry was back then," he says seriously. "I had to boil the water, use a washboard which is an absolute nightmare and you had to do it on a nice day so you could spread it all out on the clothesline."

"You're so old," you cover your mouth, laughing at the thought of Bucky bent over a washboard.

"Ow," he pretends to pout but he chuckles when he makes a friendly threat. "He nice to me or I'll tell Alpine you prefer dogs."

You gasp, "You wouldn't!"

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hiiiiiii, your fics are sooo adorable!! I love your demon slayer fics so much!! If you are still accepting requests, then can I share one with you if thats okay? If you dont want to do this then please dont feel shy to say no! Can you please do a modern AU where Yoriichii and Michikatsu are Muichiro's uncles and they decide to spoil their nephew with some tickles?? I love the family dynamic they have in modern AUs! Thank you so much for hearing (or reading? hehe) my idea!

Thank you so much! Omggg this idea is so cute!!! How I never thought about that? Hope u don’t mind that I added my little boy Yui! Hope u like!!!! 💛💛

Uncles' Visit

Omg this one represents this fic so much haha

Lee: Muichiro Tokito, Yuichiro Tokito

Ler: Yoriichii Tsugikuni, Michikatsu Tsugikuni (if you don’t know, that’s Kokushibo)

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Ships: NONE (family- you know-)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Yoriichii and Michikatsu slowly and silently opened the door to the apartment

They had come as a surprise to visit their two favorite nephews! They were going to love!

Upon entering the apartment, they caught a glimpse of a blue-haired figure sitting on the couch, so they ran over and shouted

"Surprise!"

The teenager looked up from his cell phone to look at them

“Oh, hi”

The mood was broken, ‘oh, hi’? What was that answer?

“Yuichiro? I could have sworn it was Muichiro” Michikatsu said

“Why are you confusing me with him?” Another figure appeared, coming from another room

The adults were confused

“Sorry, Yui, it’s just that he has such a serious expression that I thought it was you” Michikatsu laughed “come give uncle a hug!”

Yuichiro rolled his eyes “it’s hot, I’m not going to hug anyone”

It was true, the day was terribly hot, the two boys looked practically the same, in tank tops and shorts, with their long hair tied in buns, only able to be differentiated by Yuichiro’s black tank top and Muichiro’s white one

“Oh, we’re here, and do you intend to sit there all day?” Yoriichii said

“Ah, uncle, it’s sooooo hot, I don’t have the energy to do anything” Muichiro said, lowering his cell phone a little to look at his uncle, but soon continuing to use it again

Yoriichii and Michikatsu left the room and went to talk in the kitchen

“It’s a serious case of laziness” Yoriichii shrugged “what do you plan to do?”

“Let’s do what we always did when they were younger, they loved it~” Michikatsu smiled, his brother understood exactly what they were saying

“Alright, alright” Michikatsu sat on the couch next to the younger twin “but I’m sure we can convince you two”

Yoriichii sat next to the other twin

“And how do you plan to do that, huh?” Yuichiro said, with an air of contempt

The uncle who was sitting next to him just smiled, pointing to the other two sitting on the other end of the couch

“Uncle! Please! NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Muichiro yelled, Michikatsu had started tickling him, and the boy couldn’t resist.

“Your turn~” Yoriichii teased.

“H-hey, that’s childish, let go of me!”

“Childish? Oh come on, Yui, you can have some fun, you know?”

“Your brother is finding this really funny.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Muichiro was too ticklish, and his belly was being attacked.

“I don’t hear a no~”

Yuichiro didn’t have time to pay attention to his brother, he should really be worrying about the situation he had gotten himself into.

“No, no, no! Gehehehet ohohohoff!” He fought back the giggles as his uncle’s hands dug into his sides. “Shihit”

“No need to hold back~”

“Pfff, I’m nohohot gohohohoing to-“

“No going to what?” Shit, Yoriichii's hands found his upper ribs

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“That's it, Yuichiro! Let go”

At the same time, on the other side of the couch, Muichiro was almost dying

“UNCLEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHA”

“Poor Mui~ too sensitive for his own good, huh?~”

Muichiro blushed, he was too embarrassed by teasing

“Is your belly your weak spot?~ I wonder what happens if I press this little button here~” Michikatsu circled the boy's belly button with a finger

Muichiro shook his head asking for mercy, but he wasn't understood, the tickling in his belly button started and he threw his head back

“NOHOHOHOHO *snort* EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA”

“How's the little grumpy boy over there, brother?” Michikatsu asked

“Have you already let out all the cute giggles you have inside you?”

Yuichiro blushed and covered his face with his hand, trying to suppress the embarrassing sound he was making

“And the other one?”

“I think I’m going to kill him soon~”

Tears rolled down Muichiro’s face

“PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE”

“UNCLEHEHEHEHE”

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP” the two said at the same time

The two adults immediately raised their hands, respecting the request

“Ready to go out with your favorite uncles?!”

“Michikatsu, let them breathe” Yoriichii laughed, always being more careful than his brother “we almost killed them”

Muichiro took a deep breath, wiped the tears from his face and got up from the couch

“I'm going to change my clothes” he went over to his uncles and hugged them “sorry I didn't say hi properly! Come on Yui”

“Okay, okay, I'm going” Yuichiro got up from the couch “that was childish”

“Another round?”

“Eep! Get off me!” The teenager ran to his room, his face flushed and a small smile on his face

Everyone laughed, the visit from his uncles was really nice that day

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[penkura]

You want ideas, I'll give you ideas owo I know you like Zoro too, so best of both world I assume. Reader got hit during an attack and when reader wakes up she can't remember anything/anyone at all. Zoro/Sanji is in a realtionship with reader and feeling unsure if reader forgot it as well. Reader is super shy/nervous and interested in some else. (If you go for Zoro as bf, maybe reader is interested in Sanji and the other way around) Another idea: You've been dating for a long time and Sanji still hasn't proposed. One evening you get impatient and are completely drunk and proposed to him. He loves you but reject it, cuz he believe that this is a "Man's job" to do.

Of course this would work for others as well if you don't see Sanji in this kind of scenarios :) If you need more inspiration/prompts (especially Law/Penguin/Shachi) hit me up. My mind is overflowing with ideas right now.

Take care of you <3

I love the second prompt and may have to come back for the first one later on. 👀

For now though! Sanji gets more attention from me, and I made this one in a modern setting, hope that's okay! 💚

It’s very rare for you to indulge in alcohol as much as Zoro normally does, but for once you’ve let go and decided to have more than what you usually do. It’s not your fault that you’ve been seeing your friends get engaged or married lately and it makes you feel like you and Sanji are way behind the rest of them. You two have been together for a few years, but he still hasn’t proposed or even asked you to move into his apartment with him, what’s the deal? It’s been so long, you just want to know you aren’t wasting your time with him.

Okay, maybe it is all on you, since you haven’t even voiced this to Sanji, only to Nami and Robin, the two looking concerned when you cried over your drink to them, before they started to drag you to Sanji’s place for the night. You sleep over there enough as it is, you really should just move in already, even Nami has said that multiple times.

Sanji isn’t even expecting you that night, you’d told him you were going out with Nami and Robin, so he’s surprised when they bring you buy and you’re a crying, drunken mess when you see him and you’re shoved into his arms. For a moment he worries someone did something to you, he’s ready to find out which bar you’d gone to and fight whoever upset you, before Nami just sighs.

“She’s upset with you, so you better hurry up and make it right.”

He’s confused, but Sanji doesn’t question Nami as she leaves, instead turning to you when you whine and snuggle your face in his shirt. It makes him smile and kiss the top of your head, before you push yourself off him and give him a glare that doesn’t really work with you being drunk.

“My love, are you all right?”

“No……I’m mad at you…”

He tilts his head, especially confused when you lean against him again. Sanji takes that as his cue to lead you into his kitchen and start making you some tea, after he gives you a glass of water. He’s got to start sobering you up, it might be the only way he gets an answer out of you as to why you’re upset with him. While he works, Sanji has you set at the table with a glass of water, but the tears in your eyes while you watch him don’t go unnoticed, he gives you a slight smile that makes you try to glare again.

“What is it, love?”

“I wanna marry you…”

“O-oh…yeah?”

You pout with a nod, as Sanji goes back to making your tea. It’s like he doesn’t even care, you just you want to marry him. He should be happy about it right? But he just ignores you almost, and it makes you even more upset.

“Sanjiiii…”

“Hmm?”

“Will you,” you hiccup a bit which makes him smile, “will you marry me…?”

Taking a breath, Sanji waits a moment before he responds to you, wondering if you even realize that you’ve said. You’ll probably forget by morning, but he should clarify things for you.

“No, my love, I can’t accept that proposal. “

“Why nooooot?”

“Because it’s my job to ask you that.”

You stay quiet after that as Sanji finishes making you both some tea and brings it over to you. You don’t touch your drink for a few minutes, Sanji asking if you were okay while you look at him still with tears in your eyes.

“…why haven’t you asked me yet?”

Another deep breath, Sanji sighs and places a kiss on your forehead, causing you to lay your head on his shoulder. He hopes you’ll sleep quickly, but you put your arms around his shoulders and just look up at him, though he can tell you’re starting to doze off so he doesn’t push for you to drink more of your tea, instead picking you up and taking you to his bed to tuck you in.

“Because,” Sanji makes sure you’re properly in bed and asleep before he smiles to himself while he watches you, “It’s not your birthday for a few more weeks. But I promise, I’ll ask you then.”

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Ok ok hear me out, the turtle brothers and the reader on Christmas?

Don’t forget to take care of yourself! Get food, water, and rest! You are wonderful and amazing! Happy holidays! 💕

🎄🎁

💜💙🧡❤️🐢

Christmas Crush Stories (Fluff)

2003!Turtles x reader

A/N: So, I am Danish, and we celebrate Christmas on the 24th, which is tonight. I don’t know a lot about American Christmas food or traditions, but I’ll see what I can do. So here’s a quick one before the family gets here💙❤️💜🧡🐢 PS. It started snowing big time as soon as I started writing this😂💚

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Some small Christmas stories with the turtles and you, their crush💚

Warnings: Christmas fluff and chaos🎄

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Leonardo:

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”, Leo asked as he watched you, standing on top of an impossibly tall ladder, all to decorate a damn Christmas tree. Who’s idea was it anyway to get a tree so tall, that not even the ladder could reach the top? If Leo could find them he would give them a stern scolding. Just because it was a long way to the ceiling of the lair, that didn’t mean their tree should go up all the way! “It’s a far drop, (Y/N)”.

“I got it, mom”, you teased, poking out your tongue at him, making him cross his arms. You knew very well that Leo only meant the best, and that he was only looking out for your well being. “Besides”, you continued, picking out another brightly coloured glass orb to place on the tree. “Someone has to decorate the tree”.

“I would much rather have a naked Christmas tree than you getting injured”, the leader in blue retorted, looking unimpressed at the tree. How dare it be the reason you would put yourself in danger.

“Relax, Leo”, you said, closing your eyes as you rolled them, causing him to uncross his arm, ready to catch you in case you would fall. Okay, maybe he was a worry hen, but closing your eyes was a recipe for disaster! “Nothing is going to happen. I’m a grown woman! I don’t fall from a ladder. Have you seen me in high heels?”

“Yeah, but when you fall while fearing high heels, the fall wouldn’t break your bones”, Leo said, feeling himself getting more and more anxious.

“I’m not gonna fall, Leo”, you sighed, getting just slightly more frustrated. In the beginning his worries were cute, but now they were starting to plant the first roots of irritation. You let go of the ladder to place your hands on your hips. “Will you please stop worrying? I’m not a child-”.

You and your big mouth. Of course the ladder shook under you, causing you to yelp in surprise and lose your balance. It happened so fast. You fell off the tall ladder, plummeting towards the ground in what felt like less of a second. Leo was just as fast, having seen this situation happening a million miles away. He was ready right underneath you, catching with ease, holding you in a bridal style. Your face burned hot under Leo’s gaze, not just from the fall, but the close proximity of his face to yours.

“Are you still sure it’s a good idea?”, he asked, letting a smug smile show.

Raphael:

“You don’t get to hawk the mistletoe all day”, Raphael grumbled at Casey, as April walked away from him one more time. Casey sighed, having hoped that this was the way to finally get a kiss from her. And it didn’t help that his red clad terrapin friend was now bugging him. “Some of us also have plans for tonight”.

“Good luck”, Casey said, stepping out from under the mistletoe on the clothing line, hand on his head, thinking of a new way to gain April’s attention. “If (Y/N) is anything like April, the only kiss you’ll get is a knuckle kiss”.

“I’ll manage”, Raph smiled as he jumped to get the mistletoe down from the clothing line, before setting out to find his long time crush; you.

You weren’t very hard to find, as you had been in the kitchen most of the day, making dinner with Mikey, Splinter and some of the turtle’s other guests. Raph managed to catch you, right as you were leaving the kitchen, trapping you in the doorway, his sudden appearance making you jump back in surprise.

“Long day, (Y/N)?”, he asked, a friendly smile on his lips. Goodness, he hoped that this would work. You still didn’t seem to have noticed the mistletoe he was holding over your head.

“Obviously, Raphael”, you said, sounding a little bitter. Oh, crud. That hadn’t been part of Raph’s plan. “I have been in the kitchen all day, and have you been helping? No! Your brother and father have been so nice to help me, but you? No! You have been playing mistletoe hunt with Casey and April!”

“Uhm… (Y/N)”.

“Christmas Eve is tonight, Raphael, and it would be nice with some help!”

“(Y/N)...”

“What?!” Raphael pointed towards the mistletoe in his hand above your head. The sight making your blood boil once more. “So that’s why you wanted to talk! I’m working my ass off in the kitchen, and you want to kiss!?”

“N- no, (Y/N), that was not-”.

“Come here you!”

But before you could manage to land any punches, Raphael started running, with you closely following on his heels. Casey saw this and started clapping his knees in laughter.

“I told you, Raph! Hahaha!”

Donatello:

“Did you know that in Denmark, they eat duck instead of turkey for Christmas?”, Donatello said, watching you and April work in the kitchen. Or you, more specifically. Sweet Donnie had been walking after you all day like a lost puppy, spouting random facts about Christmas, all in an attempt to keep your attention on him. Poor fellow didn’t seem to know any other way of doing so.

“Is that so?”, you asked with a small smile. You knew about Donnie’s little crush on you, and you had to admit that you found it very adorable. He would blabber about whatever small fact he had learned, sharing everything he knew with you. And you enjoyed every minute of it.

“Yeah”, Donnie said, smiling bright at your interest in his small facts. “They also eat something called browned potatoes, which is like caramelized potatoes made with butter and brown sugar”.

“Okay, that actually sounds pretty good”, you said.

“Yeah, it does”, Donnie smiled. And then he continued on with his many random facts and information. Like said before, you enjoyed every minute of it. You liked having Donatello around, and to be honest, you love hearing him talk. But April, not so much. You see and feel how she was growing more and more frustrated with Donnie’s continuous talking. So you decided to take action into your own hands.

“Hey, Donnie”, you said, causing him to stop in the middle of whatever he was saying.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Can you keep an eye on these for me?”, you asked, pointing towards the boiling potatoes on the stove.

“Of course!”, Donnie said, stepping in beside you to take a look at the potatoes. That was when you leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. Donnie let out a sound of surprise, before placing a hand on where your lips had met his skin. He turned to look at you with wide eyes. “W- what was that for?”, Donnie asked, his face burning hot.

“Well, in Denmark, when someone helps you in the kitchen during Christmas, you’re supposed to kiss them”, you smiled with a shrug.

“R- really?”, Donnie said, a smile spreading on his blushing face.

“No”, you laughed, placing your chin on his shoulder. “I made that up. But you did really look like one that could use a kiss”.

“Well, I think I could use more than one”, Donnie mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.

“Then I guess I’ll have to catch you under the mistletoe”, you said.

That comment caused Donatello to leave the kitchen in a hurry, screaming and yelling. “Casey! Raph! Quit playing around! I need that mistletoe!”

Michelangelo:

“Drop the snowball, young lady! Or you will be arrested!”, Mikey yelled at you from behind a tree, his beanie and scarf almost covering his face.

It was almost Christmas. The snow was laying in a thick layer in Central Park, so you and your best friend Michelangelo decided it was the perfect opportunity to take a night stroll through the park. But with you and Mikey being the way you were, that stroll had pretty quickly ended up in a snowball fight. It had now turned into you having backed Mikey into a corner behind the tree, searching and praying for an opening in your attack.

“It will take more than the turtle police to get me!”, you yelled back with a laugh, throwing the snowball just as Mikey looked out from behind the tree. He managed to duck, just as the ball flew past his face.

“Turtle police?! It is the Turtle Titan you’re talking to!”, he yelled, throwing a snowball blindly in your direction. You dodged that with ease.

“Is that so?”, you asked in a teasing manner. “Then come and get me, oh mighty Turtle Titan!”

That was the opening and motivation Mikey needed, He jumped out from behind the tree, dodging the balls you threw his way. “By the power of the mighty Turtle Titan, you’re going down, (Y/N)!” And with that he started running after you.

You yelped and started running in the opposite direction. But Mikey and his mighty ninja skills and trained legs managed to catch up with you easily. But even a trained ninja would not fight the power of an icy path. Mikey slipped and yelled, causing you to turn just in time before he fell on top of you, causing both of you to fall to the ground. Your back against the ground with Mikey on top of you.

“What was that for?”, you asked.

“I thought you would like to make snow angels”, Mikey smiled down at you.

“If that’s the case, then why are you still on top of me?”, you teased.

“I don’t know. You seemed cold”, he said. You caught him looking down at your lips for a second, causing you to sigh loudly.

“If I kiss you, will you get off?”

“Yes ma’am!”

[ollie-lolly]

Hiya, Ollie! Hope you're doing good whenever ya read this. And if you're not, I have a fluffy request for you:

For the Brothers and dateables, where would they take someone for their first date, what would they do, and how would the day/night end?

Sending you hugs and cuddles, friend! Have a great day/night! ♡

Authors note: Hi I know you’ve requested this in September and I haven’t been writing in FOREVER, but I’m so happy I am finally feeling up for it again! Enjoy!! I’ll just start with the brothers first, if people still think I write decently after all these months I’ll write the letter rest! Also 700+ followers WOW I love y’all.

Lucifer💙

He likes his everything dates very organised. He plans everything out to a tea, he knows he will win you over, but it takes time if he wants you to love him exactly in the way he already fell for you. I think he would take you to a museum, then to a restaurant he somehow knew you wanted to try the food from. Making a reservation to guarantee the best table. He will subtly compliment you throughout the whole day. As a subtle way to tell you he is having a great time. At the end he will walk you to your room and bid you goodnight. His lips touching your knuckles as he kissed your hand. He is the eldest brother, but that doesn’t hold him back from thinking about you all night after the date ended. 

Mammon💛

He will NEVER admit he was nervous even asking you out, but you knew. He likes to be flexible on his dates. Really going with the flow while subtly showing off how much he likes you. I’m mostly thinking of him taking you out to go shopping together, while he secretly takes pictures for the things you find ‘to expensive’ so he could buy you them later when he will make sure his debt declines. Then if you’re that kinda person going dancing together! Either way I think you two will both end up a little tipsy at the end, Mammon accidentally giving you a kiss on the cheek as he drops you off. Remembering when he finally fully sobered up in the dead of night. He would text you about it the next morning, preying you didn’t mind and maybe would want him to give one on the lips next time.

Leviathan🧡

I’d like to think he asked to hangout in his room and if you ask if it is a date, he would throw his phone the moment he replied with: “If you’d be okay with it!”. Safe to say he is scared shitless at just the thought. He preys Asmo will help him with the fact he is sweating buckets. It will most likely be a date in his room, watching a movie or playing a video game with him you expressed interest in. He can’t even enjoy the movie or video game most of the time, because he is constantly worrying if you’re enjoying yourself or not. I think he could finally calm down the moment he would see you smile while eating the take-out you and him ordered. If you ever suggest feeding him some of your food he will be flustered and nod. Avoiding eye contact as you feed him. When the date ends he tries not to be sad you’re leaving already.

Satan💚

He finds your comfort the most important thing at all times. He is extremely considerate, who said chivalry is dead? Because then he would be dead. He is still a little nervous, but that’s because you’re so attractive to him. The date will most likely be to a book store where the two of you would pick a book for each other to read. I think then he would take you to a cat cafe. Him paying all of it with a smile. Just don’t give the cats all your attention, because he wil get a little jealous. I think he would ask to hold your hand on the later part of the date, giving you his jacket as you two walk beside a river on the way home.

Asmodeus🩷

He is over the moon. He will must look his best because he wants you to be entranced by him every second that he is with you. From the outfit, the perfume, the make up and the hair. Everything is top notch. When he sees you, in his mind you couldn’t look better. It doesn’t matter if you choose something more simple to wear and he definitely lets you know how he feels. Our sweet Asmo is most likely taking you to shop together then a self care spa at the end. He is quite touchy the whole time if you don’t mind that of course. Holding onto your arm, complimenting you, he might as well yell to the whole world he is madly in love with you. He might take you to his room by the end if you’re comfortable with it.

Beelzebub❤️

He wil be smiling throughout it all. When you would meet up at the spot he would have his usual blank face, the moment he would see you his sweet smile would appear. His bouquet of sunflowers in his slightly happy and nervous shaking hands as he gave it to you. I think you and him would do a workout class or go to a sports game together. He really pays attention to the things you like and talk about as you two talk in between breaks. Taking you to eat your favourite foods at the end and sharing desserts.

Belphegor💜

This sneaky little cow is most likely showing you the stars constellations in the planetarium on your first date. Little picknick blanket laid out as he would explain all your questions about the stars. Having lavender and chamomile tea and biscuits beside the two of you. The conversation eventually deepening to the thoughts in your heads to the memories the both of you have collected over the years. Belphie eventually placing his beloved cow pillow under your heads as the sleepiness slowly overpowers any nerves you might have had. Holding your hand as the two of you drift to sleep under the starry night above.

[loulou-land]

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mayhaps i request so salbucktommy where they take care of a sick tommy who refuses to admit he’s sick? 🥺👉👈

Lovely Via! 💚 thank you so much for this prompt. I've fallen in love with salbucktommy and have had so much fun writing for them. So much so that uh...this came out way longer than I planned (I say as though that hasn't happened with every other prompt). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fluffy sickfic 🫶🏻 | 2.6k words | ao3

“Tommy, you’re sick.” Buck’s voice is a mix of disbelief and worry, hands braced on his hips. “You can’t go to work like that.” 

The words come out sharper than he means them to, but it’s hard to stay calm when they’ve been going back and forth over this for the past five minutes. With Tommy refusing to acknowledge he's not feeling his best, even as he sways like a tree in a storm, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded like he’s seconds away from kissing the floor. 

“I’m fine,” Tommy croaks—then immediately winces, probably realizing how unconvincing he sounds. 

He clears his throat. “It’s just allergies. Nothing major. Besides, I'm on the ground today.”  

Buck watches him, crossing his arms tight over his chest to stop himself from reaching out and physically dragging him back to bed. 

Tommy moves to the counter, leaning against it as he tries to stay upright through sheer power of will. 

Allergies, my ass.

Buck lets out a breath through his nose. God, he wishes Sal were here right now. Sal would’ve taken one look at Tommy, rolled his eyes, and helped Buck double-team him into submission—in the cozy, caretaking way of course. They’d both corner him with blankets and tea and zero tolerance for bullshit. Unfortunately, Sal still had 12 hours to go on his shift. 

“Okay,” he mutters to himself. “All up to me then.” 

He moves in slowly, like he’s approaching a spooked cat. “Babe…” 

Tommy doesn’t even look up, too busy patting down his jacket and rifling through the mess inside the bowl on the countertop. “Have you seen my keys?” he mumbles. 

Yes. Buck’s seen them. Specifically, he saw them when he hid them in the back of the kitchen drawer this morning, right after realizing Tommy was sick and that his sweet but incredibly stubborn boyfriend was going to try and pull this exact stunt. 

But he’s not about to say that. 

Instead, he steps close and gently rests a hand on Tommy’s hip, turning him just enough so they’re face to face. Tommy blinks at him, looking slightly dazed. 

“Evan,” he mutters, softly. He looks like he’s gearing up to argue his case again, so Buck cuts him off before he can. 

“Just let me check on you,” Buck says, keeping his voice low and even. “Please.” 

Tommy hums and doesn’t pull away when Buck presses the back of his hand to his forehead. The heat radiating off him makes Buck frown. 

He bites his lip as he considers what to do, how he can make Tommy lay down and rest, and get some medicine in him. 

“How about you sit on the couch for a bit? Just while I look for your keys” he slides his hand up, brushing it gently through Tommy’s curls.

Tommy hesitates, but then his shoulders sag, the fight slipping out of him. “Just for a couple of minutes,” he says, voice tired. “I gotta leave soon.” 

“Sure,” Buck lies smoothly, guiding him to the couch carefully. 

He presses a kiss to Tommy’s temple before pulling back. “Just a couple of minutes,” he says, watching Tommy yawn and sniffle. Yeah, he’s going to be out in seconds. 

As Tommy sinks into the couch and closes his eyes, Buck heads into the kitchen—already thinking of warm soup, cold compresses, tea, and maybe even talking Sal into coming home a little early. 

The more he thinks about it, the more he craves Sal’s steady, no nonsense presence right now. With a sigh, he glances at the clock, then mutters, “What the hell,” under his breath. At the very least, he’ll let Sal know Tommy’s sick and have him pick up some medicine for him on the way home. Buck sets off in search of his phone. 

An hour later,  Buck stands at the stove, stirring the pot of soup with one hand and drumming his fingers on the countertop with his other. Every few seconds, his eyes flick over to the couch. 

Tommy is curled up with a pillow, barely visible under his favorite blanket, except for the top of his sleep-mussed curls. He hasn’t stirred much in the past thirty minutes, much to Buck’s relief. He hopes Tommy is getting some much needed rest. 

The front door creaks open, followed by the soft thump of shoes hitting the wall and footsteps padding inside. Buck doesn’t even have to look up before the familiar voice cuts through the house. 

“All right, where he at?” Sal drawls from the hallway. 

Buck doesn’t turn around, just raises his voice slightly as he stirs the simmering pot. “Shhh…he’s finally resting. Don’t wake him up.” He shoots a glare over his shoulder for emphasis. 

Sal appears in the kitchen doorway, holding two overstuffed bags. He lifts them along with his brow in mock surrender. “Well, hello to you too, cucciolo,” he murmurs, but he lowers his voice automatically when he speaks. 

Buck sighs, setting the spoon down, lowering the heat and wiping his hands on the towel before stepping around the counter. “Sorry,” he says softly. 

Sal leans in and kisses him. 

Buck melts into it without hesitation, grounding himself in the familiar press of Sal’s warm lips. The kiss is brief, but it settles something in his chest—just like it always does when both Sal and Tommy are near. 

“How is he?” Sal asks once they pull apart, already turning toward the counter and unloading the bags.

Buck watches him work for a beat before answering. “Running a fever and stuffed up to hell. But he insists it’s just allergies,” he says with a tired huff. “I had to hide his keys and practically trick him onto the couch. That was a whole thing.”

Sal snorts. “What? Your pout didn't make him cave in under five seconds?” He gives Buck a disbelieving look, then shakes his head. “He must really be sick.”

“I don’t pout,” Buck says automatically—while, of course, absolutely pouting. 

Sal smirks but lets it go. It’s not the time to rile up his cute, slightly fretful boyfriend. They’ve got more important things to focus on, namely, their better half currently passed out in the living room. 

Buck leans on the counter, watching as Sal continues pulling out items out of the bag. “Hon, did you rob a pharmacy?”

“What?” Sal shrugs. “All the cold meds sounded the same. Didn’t know which was the best so I got ‘em all.” 

Buck raises his brows as another bottle clatters onto the counter. “I think you went a little overboard. Two of these were probably fine.” 

“Better safe than sorry,” Sal mutters, pulling out a couple of blue gatorades and a pair of fuzzy socks out of the bag. 

Buck blinks, reaching for the socks. “Are those…cats on the socks?” 

Sal looks at him seriously. “Tommy likes cats.” 

Buck smiles despite himself. For all of Sal’s bark and bluster, the man’s got the softest damn heart. He just doesn't go around showing it. But Buck sees it—in the way Sal tucks an extra blanket over them when he leaves for his shift before them, or the way he picks up romance novels for Tommy cause he knows he loves them and the way he sends random links to facts he thinks Buck might like.

“Speaking of,” Sal says, reaching into the last bag, “got that monstrosity Tommy calls ice cream.” 

Buck takes the tub of Funfetti-flavored ice cream with a grin. “I've never met anyone with a sweeter tooth than Tommy. And I have a niece who loves cake.” 

Sal shudders. “I swear it's unnatural.” 

Buck pops it into the freezer, still smiling to himself. 

The kitchen is warm, the soup smells good, and the house feels full in the best possible way. When Sal came into Buck’s life with all his snark and confidence, Buck figured he’d have to fight for space. He thought he’d be jealous of the easy camaraderie Tommy and Sal shared, of their past. 

But the first time he saw Sal really caring for Tommy—his sharp edges softening without him even noticing—Buck had felt everything but threatened. 

No, he'd fallen a little in love with him instead. 

“Why don’t you go check in on Tommy? I'm gonna serve him some soup and pick one of these,”—he glances, amused, at the pile of cold medicine taking up a quarter of the counter—“and bring it in for him in a couple of minutes. 

“Alright,” Sal says, giving Buck’s arm a quick squeeze before heading toward the living room.

*

Tommy’s head feels like it’s stuffed full of rocks, all shifting around behind his eyes. Everything’s heavy, dull and throbbing. He can’t smell a damn thing. Hell, he can’t even breathe through his nose. And there’s this constant tickle at the back of his throat, that he just knows is a coughing fit waiting to happen. 

It takes a stupid amount of effort just to sit up. His limbs feel disconnected from his body, slow and clumsy. Disoriented, he blinks around the living room. 

There’s a romcom playing on tv—one from his favorite stash. A half empty glass of water sits on the coffee table, next to a box of tissues. He’s wrapped in his favorite blanket—the soft-knit one Sal pretends to hate but it’s always the first one he pulls out when they snuggle on the couch. 

Tommy has no idea how he got here. The last thing he remembers is looking for his keys. 

He frowns. Isn’t he supposed to be at work?

“Hey, sleepyhead?” 

Sal’s voice drifts in from behind, warm with just the right kind of gruff. Tommy turns toward the sound, immediately regretting it when the motion sends a fresh throb of pain through his skull. 

“Babe?” he rasps out, voice wrecked and hoarse. “Is your shift over? What time is it?” 

“Nah, left early.” Sal shrugs, like it’s no big deal. Like walking out mid-shift doesn’t involve paperwork and leaving an acting captain. 

Tommy’s brows crease, guilt and confusion mixing in his already-foggy brain. He opens his mouth to say something, but Sal beats him to it, stepping closer and running a hand through the top of his sweat-damp curls on top of his head. His touch is gentle and grounding. 

“How’re you feeling?” Sal asks, voice low. 

“M’fine,” Tommy sighs, even as he leans into the touch instinctively, melting under the soft drag of Sal’s fingers against his scalp. 

“You’re warm,” Sal murmurs, his thumb brushing over Tommy’s temple. 

“It’s just…hot in here,” Tommy mutters weakly. 

Sal exhales, but doesn’t bother arguing. He just sits down beside him on the couch and pulls Tommy into his arms. Tommy goes easily, curling into Sal’s side, tucking his head into the crook of Sal’s neck. His whole body sags in relief and comfort, knowing Sal has the strength to take Tommy’s body weight.

He tries to inhale—feeling frustrated when he can’t smell that familiar sandalwood-spice scent he loves so much. The congestion blocks everything. He whines, soft and involuntarily. 

Sal rubs his back. 

“Tommy, amore mio,” he murmurs, against his hair. “Why are you being so stubborn?” 

Tommy shrugs guiltily. He doesn't mean to be, not really. But there’s an old, familiar voice in his head, one he’s tried so many times to bury.  The one that tells him he needs to push through it. That letting sickness stop him means weakness. That it makes him a burden.  

His throat tightens, and he forces the thought away. It’s something he’s worked on for years, something that’s gotten a lot better since being with Evan and Sal, but there are still moments like now where he can't help but feel like a burden when he’s not at his best. 

He’s supposed to be strong. He’s supposed to power through this, like a man. And he knows—that voice in his head belongs to his father, not him. He knows it's poisoned thinking. But knowing doesn't always make it easy to silence. 

It makes him want to apologize. For what he’s thinking. For being sick. For worrying them. 

“Sorry,” Tommy whispers, eyes downcast as he picks at a loose thread on Sal’s jeans. 

“Hey.” Sal cups Tommy’s cheek, gently tilting his head toward him. 

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” Sal says, firm but not unkindly. “I love your stubbornness. It’s part of you. Part of what drives you and makes you who you are. I wouldn't ever change it.” 

Tommy swallows hard, tears gathering in his eyes before one slips free without his permission. Sal catches it with his thumb, “And I know it's hard for you to be vulnerable, it feels like a weakness and it scares you. But, cuore mio, we’ll never think you’re weak for needing us. We want to be needed. To be there for you and to spoil you rotten and make you happy.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s forehead. “Okay?” 

Tommy sniffles—he’s not sure if it's from the cold or everything else swelling in his chest.

“Yeah,”he croaks. 

“Good,” Sal gives him a look. “Now, for the love of God, will you finally let our raggio di sole fuzz over you. He’s been reigning himself in, but I'm worried he’s going to burst soon.” 

Tommy lets out a wet chuckle and nods. And, as though conjured from their thoughts, in walks Evan. 

“Hey, handsome,” Evan says, appearing with a tray in his hands and setting it carefully on the coffee table in front of him. 

Tommy blinks at the spread. A bowl of soup, almost overflowing. Some toast. A cup of tea. Cold relief medicine. Water. And, even some throat lozenges tucked in there. 

“Sweetheart, this is…” Tommy’s voice catches before he continues, “you didn't have to do all this. Thank you.” 

Evan sits beside him, wrapping his hand around Tommy’s. 

“I wanted to,” he says, soft and certain. “You always take such good care of me—of us. I just…I want to take care of you, too. Please.” His voice is almost a plea.

Tommy feels something unclench inside him as Evan squeezes his hand and Sal settles a steady palm over his thigh, grounding him. How did he get so lucky? To have not one, but two amazing men loving him—wanting to care for him—holding him close even when he feels unworthy, like an absolute mess. 

But he knows, to them, this isn't weakness. It's not Tommy being any less. 

So why is he still holding on so tightly to the past? 

That voice in his head doesn't belong there anymore. 

His past is behind him. His present—and his future—are both sitting right here, on each side of him. 

“Okay,” he says simply. 

Evan brings Tommy’s hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss. Sal squeezes his thigh. 

Then Sal snorts. “Looks like the pout’s back in working order. You don't have to worry.” 

Evan groans from the other side. “I wasn't worrying!” 

Tommy blinks at the two of them, confused for a beat, before deciding it’s not worth asking. He reaches for the tea. 

Evan grabs the bowl of soup and shifts forward like he's about to feed him. Tommy opens his mouth to protest, but one squeeze from Sal’s hand shuts it quickly. And he lets Evan bring the spoon to his mouth, moaning at the savory flavor and comforting warmth—smiling when Evan beams at his reaction. 

Sal rubs his back gently as he eats. 

Tommy leans into the warmth between them, and soaks in the care, the ease, and all the love pouring out of them. He’d spent years thinking he needed to be strong, unmovable, unshakable. 

Turns out, with the right people, he doesn't need to be any of those things. 

He can just be Tommy. And trust that that’s exactly who Evan and Sal love

[salty-croissants]

if your still taking requests, can you do a Bullfrog and Rayman/ramon of their S/O is Pregnant? if you can't that's okay

Thank you for the request !

I apologize for taking longer than usual , I found myself in need of a break since I was feeling a bit too uninspired to write :,T

Anyway I’ve never really written anything for a pregnant reader before , so this was a pretty fun challenge :,) 

Hope it turned out okay ! 

Details : use of female reader ( thought I’d go for that given the prompt , hopefully that’s alright ! ) ;

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

Deep down , Bullfrog still can’t believe he is actually going to become a dad …

While he is definitely worried about how he is going to keep you and your future child ( or children :> ) safe , this frog is still really looking forward to start a family with you , and he will remind you of this a lot .

< y/n , my dear , I’m just so grateful to have you by my side , you know ?

I’m so happy about our child , je ne peux pas attendre … >

He is the absolute best at taking care of you , using all the spare time he gets when he isn’t out for missions to be there anytime you need something , no matter how small .

< I’m back mon amour ! 

Here , I brought you some more food in case you get hungry , and I also made some tea while I was at it . > 

< Thank you honey ! This is exactly what I needed , you’re amazing ~ > 

When you’re feeling a bit fatigued , Bullfrog loves to just rest by your side , with the two of you often falling asleep into each other’s arms .

And if you ever try to stay up anyway , well … your partner is very good at persuading you to do otherwise .

< Hmm … I’m not that tired , sweetie … we can still … talk , or maybe do … something else … > 

< Non y/n , you need to get some sleep … you had a long day today , and I don’t want you to stress yourself too much . 

I’m going to be right here with you mon cher , so don’t worry , alright ? > 

< Heh , alright , thanks Bullfrog … 

Oof , give me a second , the little one is starting to feel heavy … > 

Your beloved assassin adores those simple moments of intimate bliss he gets with you , and whenever he occasionally opens his eyes to check on you he can’t help but feel an overwhelming happiness , knowing that you’re the person that he’s going to share a family with …

Despite the uncertainty of your futures , Bullfrog knows that as long as you’re with him , there will always be hope for him somehow .

Rayman 🧡

Oh boy is he excited ! 

Rayman loves children , so the mere thought that he’s going to have a kid with you fills him with joy …

He never thought that he’d be able to have something like this in his life , given the way people see him despite his popularity , so you better believe that he will be showering you with affection … even more than usual . 

< Oh y/n , sometimes I still can’t believe this is happening , y’know ?

I just … god , I love you so much ~ > 

Unfortunately , I honestly doubt the Directors would show much care about the fact that their star’s partner is going through a pregnancy …

They need Rayman to be on the show , that’s what matters most to them , so as much as he hates the idea of leaving you alone he doesn’t have much of a choice …

< Damn it …

I’m so sorry … if I could stay with you I would , but the Directors … > 

< Hey it’s alright hun , I’m just gonna lay here and rest until you come back , I should be just fine . > 

< Mm … well , maybe I can convince them to let me go home earlier than usual : I don’t want anything to happen to you because I couldn’t be here , y/n … I … I would never forgive myself … > 

< Ray , love … you worry too much . 

Now come here , I didn’t forget about your goodbye kiss ~ > 

< Heh , thank you y/n … mm … ~ 

I’ll be here as soon as I can , I promise . > 

During the immensely frustrating hours where he can’t be with you , Rayman is still going to remain in contact with you by calling you and sending you texts … a lot .

“Hey sweetie ! 

This should be the last interview for today , I can’t wait to see you ! ❤️

How do you feel ? I remember yesterday night you couldn’t sleep much , did you manage to get some rest ? Oh , you should also remember to drink some water if you haven’t already , it really is important , especially now !”

“Hi Ray ! ❤️

I’m okay , don’t worry , I got some sleep and that really helped a lot !

I think our child is happy you’re coming home … I can feel it kicking since I begun writing you this message ! 

We’ll both be waiting for you ❤️❤️”

After Rayman gets home , I hope you’re prepared to be showered with love and affection for the rest of the day :

he just can’t express how much he missed you , from your voice to your beautiful face … you just make him so happy , and knowing that you’re about to start a family together is just everything he could possibly need .

Ramon 🖤

1 Now that he doesn’t have to care about his job or the orders of the Directors , you better believe that Ramon is never , ever going to leave your side , especially now that you’re pregnant .

He is terrified at the idea of losing his one chance of finding happiness in his otherwise bleak existence … he won’t allow that to happen .

< y/n , where are you going ? > 

< Ah , I’ll be right back Ram , I just wanted to go for a quick walk just outside , my legs are a bit sore and - > 

< I’m coming with you . > 

< You don’t have to do that , love … I know the wounds you got yesterday while fighting those Eden guys still hurt , you should rest . > 

< I don’t … care about that . I need to be there for you . I need to keep you and our child safe .

Please y/n … you’re all I have . > 

< Okay , okay … we’ll go together , hun . I won’t leave you . > 

< Thank you … > 

He finds it especially comforting to gently rest his head on your stomach , listening to the baby’s occasional small movements beneath … 

It’s in little tender moments like these that Ramon can finally put his mind at ease , momentarily forgetting about Eden and the mess you’re in .

< Does this hurt , darling ? > 

< Hmm ? 

Oh no , it doesn’t ! Don’t worry about it …

It actually feels very nice ~ 

Ramon’s mind often gets crowded with unwelcome thoughts about what kind of life will he be able to provide to your kid , given the critical situation you’re currently both in , and as much as he tries to keep those feelings to himself you’re able to understand what’s on his mind . 

< I know you’re worried about our future , I am too … but I just know things will be alright for all three of us . > 

< How do you know that … ? > 

< Oh , that’s easy Ram : 

I have you here with me , and that’s all I need to keep on going !

It’s not going to be easy , but I know we can face what comes next if we stick together , and we’ll be able to make our child grow happily in a good place . > 

< Heh … you always know how to make me feel better , y/n .

I love you so much , you know that … ? > 

< I love you too Ramon … trust me , we are going to be okay . >