#he kept giving me toys like 🥺

[leatherforhell]

everyone pity me one of the kids threw a toy and it hit my lip and now I have a bump and it hurts to smile :(

[arminsumi]

S. Geto ★ Adult Store | 3

★ Chapter index | Part 1 | Part 2

★ Synopsis : Sooo... his apartment. At six. Sex. No toys. Just you and him. Sound good?

★ Warnings : 18+ content, smut, semi-public m*sturbation (at work), sexting, exchanging nudes, dirty talk, creampie, cunnilingus, toys, solo male m*sturbation, squirting, multiple orgasms, wet dreams, mentions threesome with Satoru, "sl*t"

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"Just like that... I'm so close."

Suguru moaned your name to himself and rolled his head back, pumping you full of his sensitive cock. He was so close to blowing inside your soft pussy.

But just before his wet dream got to the good part, he woke up. Grumbling awake, he felt sticky precum smeared on his inner thigh. So much had dribbled out his cock while dreaming of you. He nearly came in his sleep.

Hardly giving himself time to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes, he rolled over to grab his phone. Seeing your morning message made his lips curl into a smile.

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You: morningg 🥱 Suguru: morning pretty girl Suguru: i woke up a bit too excited 🙈💦 You: aw hope you dreamed of me Suguru: i did [IMG] You: needdd ���� the curve ahh Suguru: bet you wish it was inside you huh 🖤 You: yes pls You: so excited for tonight. i can't think about anything but you

Suguru got butterflies.

His head got foggier, and his boner was still throbbing hot against his inner thigh. Your texts got spicier, so he lazily squeezed and jerked his cock through his pants while struggling to reply with one hand.

Suguru: i'll buy extra condoms just in case You: oh... dw i'm on birth control Suguru: oh? 🙈 what are you suggesting...? You: you can cum inside me 🤍

Suguru let out a shuddery moan and accidentally came in his pants.

****

Work was slow. The adult store was quiet for most of the day. Suguru lazed around and texted you.

Suguru: this one's also a best seller atm [IMG] You: wow i wouldn't even suspect that to be a toy 😂 what is it? Suguru: it's a suction pulsation toy. you put it on your clit. You: oh? 😵‍💫 hmm sounds fun but i'd prefer your tongue Suguru: 2 more hours left of work 🥲 You: 😔💔 Suguru: glad the store is quiet tho. i'm too horny to work. You: me too. i keep squeezing my thighs together when i see your texts. you got me all sensitive and you're not even here lol Suguru: aw you should have brought a toy with to help calm you down You: yeah 😔 rlly tempted to just take a bathroom break Suguru: you could just rub yourself under your desk 👀 You: only if you guide me through it 🤍

Suguru raised his brows and felt his cheeks warm up a little. He glanced around the store. Quiet. Not a single customer had entered for over an hour.

Suguru: stroke your middle finger up and down your pussy Suguru: very gently make it almost ticklish You: okay 🤍 Suguru: cup and squeeze it too for me pretty girl Suguru: how's it feel? You: really goodd 🤤 Suguru: yeah i bet. Suguru: rub circles on your clit nice and slow. just take your time. You: okayy You: this is rlly risky 🥺 Suguru: but you're turned on aren't you? You: yess Suguru: slut 🖤

Your clit got puffier and more sensitive as you started following Suguru's instructions over text. Every now and then you had to stop for fear of someone spotting you getting off under the desk.

Your chat with him got filled with spicier messages. Suguru kept turning you on more and more, making your clit buzz.

Work? What work? It was playtime.

Suguru: good girl. don't worry about anything just get those panties wet for me. You: are you stroking yourself too 🥺 Suguru: mhm. wanna see? You: yes please Suguru: [IMG] Suguru: all for you 🖤 You: omg You: need you inside me so bad :( Suguru: uh huh bet it sucks to clench around nothing You: meanie You: go faster with me please

He'd abandoned the checkout desk and went for a "bathroom break". Suguru stroked himself faster, imagining you touching yourself with him drove him wild. And the fact you were doing it under your desk while at work?

Suguru: i'm close 🖤 You: me too please cum with me Suguru: ok pretty girl. let's cum together.

His heart fluttered at your message, and he quickly felt his orgasm build up in his cock. Suguru threw his head back and bit his lip to hold in his moan while cumming a thick load.

Suguru: oops i made a mess brb You: lol 😂 Suguru: was it good? You: really good 🤤 thank uuu Suguru: mhm. see you later 🖤

****

He was practically shaking from desire while making out with you against his apartment door; moaning into your mouth then sucking on your tongue, eagerly squeezing your hips with his veiny hands.

He was breathless, "G—good to see you." he said.

"Y—yeah. Good to see you too." you replied.

He had you pinned against his front door. Yup, immediately after having arrived at his doorstep and walking in, the two of you just lunged for each other like two pathetically horny people.

He felt delightfully dumbed by the sexual friction between you and him. His hard-on pressed flush against your body, you could feel him already leaking precum.

You kissed, he backed away playfully. You followed. Then he kept backing away to tease you.

"Are you luring me like a fish?" you chuckled.

"Yeah..."

He backed into his bedroom door and opened it swiftly.

Leaning down to kiss you, his hands cupped under your ass and felt it up while you slid your hands under his shirt.

"Take this off, please."

"Take it off yourself." he teased.

Suguru's tummy flipped when you took his shirt off. Your eyes caught on his pecs and he noticed, so he took your hand and placed it on them.

You were a little taken aback. A shyness showed on your expression as you felt how firm his body was.

"Don't be shy; touch wherever you like. Just feel my body."

"But I'm kinda..." you giggled shyly.

"Shy? It's okay, I'll fuck the shyness out of you soon enough." he said.

Yeah, you'll be too full of my dick to be able to think, let alone be shy.

****

While he rubbed his cockhead through your slit, his stomach tensed up in excitement.

Fuck, and there I was just telling her not to be shy... and now I'm so fucking nervous. What the hell... why does it feel like I'm losing my virginity all over again?

Suguru prepped you a bit more, he slid his fingers into your hole and stimulated your G-spot with ticklish circles.

Finally sinking his needy cock inside you felt like heaven. He slid in a few inches deep, and shuddered at the feeling of your shape, the ridge and texture, the little squeezes of your walls.

"It’s not too big for you, right?" he asked caringly.

"N—no."

Nah. She's gotta be lying. I can feel her cunt struggling to take me.

Yeah, you were lying — he was so thick that the stretch was all you could focus on. Your lips formed an erotic O shape, expression turning slutty even though he wasn't even bottomed out yet.

"You sure?" he smirked down at you, two veiny hands at either side of your hips, denting the bed with his weight.

Suguru inched inside until you gasped.

"Fuck! Oh that's — mmm! — big!"

Suguru groaned softly, feeling your ring of muscle constrict around him. He slid in and out slowly to get his cock soaked.

"I don't know if I can take it..." you moan.

His cock curved up into your G-spot and you let out a shuddery moan.

"Don't worry. I'll stretch you out." he purred before giving you a hard kiss. "Just hold onto my arms."

****

“Fuck! Right there!” you screamed into the pillow.

Suguru softly grunted and focused his eyes on the sight of his cock moving in and out of your pussy. You fisted your hands into the messed up bedsheets.

When he felt his orgasm start to build up, he suddenly pulled out of you.

“Nooo, put it back in!” you cried, kicking your feet.

“Just a second, baby.” he murmured sweetly.

He smirked down at you and planted a hard slap on your ass, causing you to jolt forward and groan.

Sliding back in made him momentarily close his eyes, because your walls hugged him so perfectly.

“Mmm!” you kicked your feet around again when he started up his thrusting again.

Suguru wasn’t merciless with how he fucked you into the mattress, but he really wanted to be. He was holding back so hard just to make sure you could enjoy yourself completely.

Sometimes he’d start pounding into you and then self-consciously eased off when he heard you whimpering.

“Are you okay?” he giggled into your ear.

“Y-yes! Do that again, please.”

He flipped you onto your back and pushed your legs back, splitting them wide open for him.

****

Suguru fucked you into a quick orgasm and his own followed immediately after he felt your pussy milking his cock.

“Oh my god…” he giggled into the crook of your neck, “I’m so sorry. I thought I’d last longer than that…”

You laughed with him. Suguru hovered over your back, his bangs dangling over his eye, and he kissed from your shoulder down middle of your back. His two hands roughly grabbed and pried apart your ass cheeks, thumbing into your creampied pussy. Some of his cum dribbled out.

You hummed and wiggled your ass for him.

Fuck. I think I just fell in love.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he asked softly.

“Yes please. I feel so wet and sticky.” you laughed.

He smacked your ass again and slowly slid off the bed, scouring for your panties before his boxers. He helped you slide them back on.

****

While you went off to shower, Suguru dressed up and went into the thin kitchen.

He checked his phone.

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Satoru: stop ignoring me hoe Satoru: ARE U GUYS STILL HAVING SEX OMG IT’S BEEN 3 HOURS??? Satoru: WTF KINDA STAMINA DOES SHE HAVE Suguru: lol u sound lonely Satoru: omg finally 😿 Suguru: i think i wanna marry her 😔 Satoru: WAHT WAS IT THAT GOOD???? Satoru: UR STILL MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT?? Suguru: yes Satoru: is she down for a threesome???? 👀 Suguru: wtf satoru 😂 Satoru: JOKING 🙄🙄 ask her tho Suguru: i'm blocking you Satoru: babyyy don't b like this!! sharing is caring!! 😍 Suguru: 😑

****

When you got out the shower and clothed yourself, you smelled something good cooking. Suguru wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, so you went to the kitchen.

The tiny round table by the window was dressed up with a white cloth and a single candle in the center.

“What’s this, a dinner date or something?” you asked.

“Yeah, well, I just I thought you might be, uh, hungry…” he said shyly. “… after all that exercise, you know.”

You gave him a flirty look, then sat down to eat.

****

He was giggling hard. His cheeks were hot.

“So, what’s for dessert?” that’s what you had asked to fluster him.

“What if I eat you out right here on the table?” he suggested, and you both went silent.

Suguru tilted his head at you and waited for your response.

Your response? Spreading your legs on the table for him, of course.

Suguru nuzzled his face deep between your thighs, dark hair tickling your skin.

He placed worshipping kisses on top of your pussy, then swiftly stripped your panties off. They dangled on your ankles while he nosed in your pussy, kissing and licking it like it was his dessert.

Of course, Suguru Geto was the type of boy to get hard from going down on a girl. His cock pulsed and twitched in his loose sweatpants.

You gasped when he sucked on your clit and nudged it with his tongue.

He looked up at you through his messy hair, sharp eyes observing your reactions to his skilled-tongue fucking. Your juices gushing down his chin drove him nuts.

“Oh, shit that’s good!” you cried, grabbing a fistful of hair and eliciting a moan from him that you felt vibrating on your clit.

He gasped for a breath, pulled away momentarily but then dove right back in as if he didn't need air as desperately as he needed pussy.

As soon as you started squirming around, Suguru hooked his arms around your body to keep you firmly in place.

His back muscles flexed while he ate you out. Yes, his knees hurt a bit from kneeling on the tiled kitchen floor for an hour, but it was worth it to get you squirting all over his pretty face.

Suguru withdrew from your pussy and wiped the streak of your juices off his cheek with a swipe of his thumb.

“Thanks for dessert.” he murmured, “Tasted really good.”

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[neoarchipelago]

Just saw a TikTok where a kid send their favorite stuff animal to his dad who's deployed. Just imagine this happening with 141 🥺 (I'm actually sending this to my favorite writers hoping I can get a cute scenario 😅)

That sounds adorable... I melted at the thought. Sorry it got very angst with Ghost but I'm feral for this man and I'd give him babies any time he wants.

Warning: slight NSFW, f!reader, angst and comfort

Price:

Price would frown but have a little smirk, watching the recruit hand him a cardboard box. His smile spreads when he notices figures of who it is from.

He wouldn't mind opening it in front of the team. They'd be busy bickering anyway.

He swears his heart stops for a second and he sees the soft thing. He could recognize it in the middle of the battlefield, the awful thought putting a ping of anger in his heart.

He'd be silent for a moment, looking at the round pink thing, his mind instantly wandering home, to you and your daughter.

He took the tiny note, scribbled a bit. "Keep you company daddy. Love, mom and me"

He swears he could cry right now.

He keeps it in his barracks, hidden so well no one ever glanced at it until he left. He wouldn't dare taking it with him, not wanting to soil it with he horrors of the battlefield.

He hugs it at night, until the day he returns, his daughter running to him as he holds the stuffed animal who kept his sanity strong.

He makes sure to worship you that night, thanking you silently for making him the happiest man on earth. In the morning you're sore but oh so happy. He whispers sweet nothings as he helps prepare breakfast, thanking you for giving him a daughter and home to come to.

Soap:

Soap would be thrilled to see the box for him. He wouldn't even wait to open it, under the amused gazes of the team.

He'd smile brightly at the sight of the little shark, immediately taking the note to read it out loud "to help you fight daddy!"

He run around the room, holding it up in the air, voicing to his team how happy he was, how proud of his son and how he absolutely loved you for giving him such a gift .

He'd keep it at all times at base. The round thing on the table in front of him during meetings.

He calls it Sergeant Sharky, everyone starting referring it by the same name.

At night he hold it tight, it's more intimate. He can let himself feel the way he misses home, almost tearing up. He knows you're waiting for him at home, probably preparing for his arrival.

He swears he's the happiest man alive.

When he gets home he tells stories of Sergeant Sharky on the battlefield (never anything gory) his boy being in absolute amazement over how his favorite stuffed animal was a hero with his dad.

He absolutely ravages you that night, almost begging you for another kid, begging to make him a daddy again. He just praises you for being the best mama, the best wife. He has you limping by morning as he holds his son, running around with him as he winks at you, subtly hinting to his son to ask you for a sibling.

Gaz:

I feel like gaz would open it with the team too. Though he'd be much more hidden and private about it.

He immediately smiles when he sees the little white bear inside of the box. He can't help the sadness and yearning he feels almost immediately.

The images of you, laughing in the morning as his son jumps on the bed to wake him up makes his throat burn slightly.

He found the indulging gaze of Price who noticed the fluffy thing.

He'd read the note to himself, hiding it from anyone's gaze.

"to take care of you daddy" he has to blink away the blurriness.

He'd be more secret about it, but as soon as his in his tent the toy is with him at all times. He finds himself sometimes talking to it. "Yeah... I miss home too. We'll go back to them."

He finds himself with a new strength, the battle almost feeling less heavy on him. He's doing it for you. For his son. To try and make the world a better place.

He almost runs home from the airport, throwing the front door open, bags dropping to the floor as you see him. Your mouth opens slightly, shocked, but he sees the relief in your eyes. He kisses you deeply, the sound of tiny running footsteps from the hallway making his heart stammer in his chest.

He's home. That night he makes love to you, lovingly, sweetly and with such love that you find yourself crying and clinging to him. He finds himself absolutely loving the way your son runs into the room by morning, waking him up. He doesn't give a shit how tired he is.

Ghost:

Oh god... Here I go...

When he's handed the box, he frowns. He immediately retreats to his tent to open it. He freezes when he sees the white and brown bunny.

He's scared to touch it. His gloves feel disgusting and tainted with horrors. He rips them off his hands, putting the box down on his bed to rush to wash his hands. They're clean, albeit sweaty but he just can't seem to shake away the feeling of blood on them.

When he finally let's himself touch the soft thing he holds it like it's the most fragile thing he ever touched. It shouldn't be here. So close to him when he's a monster right now.

The note breaks him. "Come back to us" it's your writing, she's too small to write. But there's a tiny sun scribbled in pencil next to it.

He rips off his mask bringing the bunny to his forehead as his head bows down, closing his eyes. He's crying. He feels guilty from being away from you. From his daughter. From home. Home that you allowed him, after he had thought he'd never be worthy of it.

It stays in his things. Hidden. He very rarely takes it out. Tries to not look at it too much. He's almost protecting it from even witnessing the base. Keeping it away from Ghost. That he tried to keep at the front door every time he came home.

When he gets home he needs time. It's always the same. He calls you, announcing that he is back. He takes 24h to remain on base, letting himself split from the battlefield. He needs time. You know it. You understood it.

When he gets home you notice something else this time. His eyes look at you with such adoration that you catch yourself almost hyperventilating. He often looks at you with love and care. But right now he looks at you like you were his goddess, his air and life essence. The same look he gives your daughter, like she's the only thing that ever matters to him.

He sits on the couch later, handing the bunny to his daughter who beams at the sight of her bunny back. He softly thanked her for sending the bunny to him. Softly explains that she should keep it home, it'd get dirty with daddy. You noticed the subtle message underneath his words. You want to hug him. But of course she understands. Such a clever girl.

He fucks you passionately and hard. He marks you with hickeys and bites, he gets lost in you, lost in your scent, the soft sheets are freshly clean. Your moans anchor him to his new found paradise.

He's got a small need to breed you again. But he'd talk to you about it. Beg on his knees if necessary, hoping that you'd be merciful to grant him another miracle. (As if he needed to do anything else but simply ask. Like you weren't the one who'd kneel for him if he asked.)

If you were the one to start the conversation, about, perhaps, maybe, if there was a chance, at some point "just spill it out love" "I want a baby... Again"

Absolutely feral. Literally throws your pill to the trash. It's on.

Doesn't let go of his daughter for days. She's in heaven as daddy holds her whenever she wants, reads her stories and plays with her. He keeps bending you over the nearest surface if she's napping or playing at a family's house (extremely rare, he's a protective wolf over her)

Spoils her rotten, he feels so guilty for leaving for such long periods of time. Spoils you as well.

[xo-cod]

Simon rubbing your clit and playing with your nipples while kissing you not even sexual but just to calm you down and make you fall asleep😴🥺 it's just so comforting is it just me??

i love this so bad nonnie, you're def not the only one 😩😙 god i need him so fckn badly :")

cw: fingering, nipple sucking, ooc/soft simon (again), v v rushed ‼️‼️ but i can also go into depth if you'd ever like <33

simon noticed your restlessness, he'd noticed just how unsettled you were in bed as he watched you with observant eyes fidgeting around. he knew you were exhausted but your mind kept you awake for some reason, he didn't know exactly what. but he had the remedy to help, turning on his side to properly face again. you looked guilty, about to apologise yet again for keeping him awake by tossing and turning though this time he had simply reached forwards and captured your lips with his before you had the chance

"you want me to help you relax?" he asked softly, breaking the kiss for a moment as his head leaned a hair away from yours big brown eyes shining knowingly. it only resulted in a soft sigh, eager nods and whispered 'yes please' from you to prompt him further

so his hand slid down your body slowly and purposely, pushing your underwear to the side as you felt the thickness of his fingers coning into contact with your entrance. his breathing hitched softly, a soft hum of appreciation as his thumb rubbed against your puffy walls feeling your arousal coat his fingers.

"there we go, honey" his encouragement was soft as you feel him finally relieve the ache that had been growing inside you for the better part of the day. finally being able to calm down and relax, your body unwinding just by his touch alone. he keeps your legs apart with his knee, using his fingers to massage and toy with your pussy while his head leaned in to kiss you. his lips nudge yours, nibbling along the skin while he makes his way down your neck and across your chest. relishing in every part of your skin he could manage to dote upon

his pace remained the same, never deviating even the slightest. his mouth leaned down to gently toy and suck on your nipples. kissing on the mound of skin before working his way to the top, his tongue swirling on the bud to feel it harden against the muscle. his lips clamped gently around it, sucking and licking until he was content and releasing with a gentle pop as he gave the other the same attention in the hopes that it'd give you a little more relaxation. he wasn't as intense as he usually was, his touch soft and light with a purpose. a purpose to aid you in relaxation and sleep.

his fingers dipped up towards your clit, running deft circles across your swollen nerves. he didn't add a finger like he usually would, knowing it would get you worked up and his intent was the very opposite. so he continued to rub against your pussy slowly with two of his fingers, the other hand going towards the back of your neck. his other thumb swiped on your lower lip, chuckling softly at the look on your face. dancing alone the line of exhaustion and pleasure, too tired to do anything but lean into him. and simon kept you close to his chest, huge arms wrapping around your waist to keep you against him.

"there you go, sweetheart. rest your eyes f'me, yeah?" he hummed softly, his lips planting a gentle kiss against your temple as he felt your body grow weary in his arms

[thejujvtsupost]

Hello, I am a first timer here. I would like to humbly request something. Can I please request for a Platonic Nanami and adopted daughter reader. The reader is not used to a normal environment and they are used to fighting and surviving

Girl Dad Transformation

I’ve been stewing over this so hard bc it’s been giving me the cutest ideas!!!! And ofc Yuuji is so big brother coded here.

Notes: F!reader, brotherly!Yuuji, Nanami and his adopted daughter 🥺. That’s it.

Nanami didn’t think about the long term impact of adopting the orphaned sorcerer. Surely he wouldn’t change that much…

All he knew was there was a 5 year old girl clutching her only toy- a stuffed bear, who could see ‘scary monsters’ and no longer had any family, thanks to the curse that was tormenting humans for fun; he was just a little too late.

The poor thing was terrified. In the blink of an eye his hand was seized by a freezing, much smaller one with a death grip.

Nanami got you looked at by Shoko and you refused to let go of him the entire time. By the looks of it, you were malnourished and you frequently got injured from curses. Your home life was fairly unstable too, financial issues and absent-detached parents. Shoko got a lot more information from you than he ever expected, piecing together some of your history from your seemingly unrelated answers, as children do.

“She’s going to have to stay for observation, probably several weeks until we can get her healthy enough. She’s going to need a special diet too, I haven’t seen a case this bad in a long time and she’s too young for cursed energy.”

His heart was crushed for you, when was the last time you had somewhere stable? “Why are you telling me?”

“You found her, she’s clearly attached to you and you know you can’t turn away now. You look at her like she’s Itadori. It’s just until I can find a place for her at a home or foster.” Shoko never fails with her dead pan demeanor and sass.

She was also right.

He looked back at you, you were passed out in your hospital bed covered by several blankets and hugging your bear. Finally, you were warming up. Finding you a home could take months if you went to a foster or orphanage… “Don’t bother,” he swallowed thickly, “I will adopt her.”

Shoko’s face softened further, “You can’t go back on it, you already earned her trust. If you’re really sure then I think this will be good for both of you.”

He did his best to be at your bedside when he could, and you were quiet but clearly in need of comfort. Your favorite thing to do was have him read to you with cartoons on a low volume in the background. “Nami, book?” Nanami picked up a book off the stack Shoko brought and started reading. No complaints, and after the first few days he didn’t bother hiding his smile anymore.

He spent a fortune on converting his spare bedroom into yours. He didn’t even know what 5 year olds liked, but according to the first years and Shoko, he needed to make sure you had various toys (he bought everything Yuuji pointed out to him- Yuuji definitely went overboard but Nanami didn’t stop him), clothes and of course you’d need signed up for school.

When the adoption was final and he brought you home for the first time, he was thoroughly instructed how to parent by then, he was ready.

You… weren’t. Not yet. You didn’t know that your room was yours. All the toys and clothes, everything was yours. ‘Nami’ kept the ‘scary monsters’ away too…

“Hey it’s okay honey, I know it’s a big change.” He wiped the tears from your chubby cheeks and smiled softly. “You belong here, you’re safe now.”

A grown up was taking care of you, for good this time.

It was a journey every day but worth it as you came out of your shell, and he encouraged you with a gentle hand. Of course there were setbacks too. He wasn’t perfect, he definitely wasn’t good at laundry at first.

He was new to parenting and it was exhaustingly difficult to navigate yet he was completely whipped for you, never turning down a tea party or invitation to watch cartoons together. He became a complete girl dad overnight.

All it took was, “Nami! Play!” And he’d be on the floor in the living room playing with the doll you handed him.

You started eating more, even requesting different meals when he asked what you were in the mood to eat. “Nami, can we have soba?”

Nanami couldn’t say no to you. “Soba sounds great.” He’d have the softest smile on his face too.

You played more often, and eventually made friends! Yuuji claimed the title as your first friend but you were encouraged to make more- he helped you practice asking your classmates about themselves and how to invite them to play with you.

And Nanami… he never forced you to call him dad. He loved you more than he ever thought possible. He was always proud to call you his daughter, bragging about your excellent kindergarten grades and your recent achievement of becoming the line leader at school for the week.

But the first time you did happened a month in, while doing your bedtime routine and picking out a night night story. Instead of ‘Nami’ he was gifted: “Daddy, can you read the star book?” He let out a tear and hugged you tight.

Nanami tucked you in, kissed your forehead and sat on the edge of your bed, “Yeah honey, I’ll read you the star book.”

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open and stay tuned <3

[avatar-anna]

would you ever write about harry and y/n finding out that they’re pregnant again with charlie 🥺

yes!

(for context: in a recent oneshot in this universe, it is revealed that harry and reader have a seventh and final child when they're in their thirties)

It would definitely be that cliche of Y/n and Harry going to some red carpet event, and Harry sees Y/n all dressed up and is just like...

"Fuck, Mama, must be the luckiest man in the world."

Y/n blushed and looked down at the gown she and Harry Lambert picked out some time ago. Being a mother of six, she didn't dress up much, but when she did, she tended to go all out. Perhaps part of her wanted to relive all the proms, homecomings, and formals she never got to go to, but she appreciated the art in a beautiful garment too.

The one she wore now fit her like a glove, the lace, almost handkerchief-like bodice draping over her shoulders beautifully, and the rest of the black-as-night velvet hugging her hips perfectly.

Harry was never one to shy away from paying his wife compliments, but each time he did, she felt it right down to her core. Every sweep of his gaze over her body, every earnest word, every searing touch, it all lit her up from the inside out.

This time was no different, so when Harry tried to unzip Y/n from her dress, she didn't notice at first, too caught up in his touch. Once she did, she tried to make lame attempts to ward him off to at least claim that she tried later on.

It was safe to say they were on each other all night. Whenever he could, Harry pulled Y/n away, desperate to get his mouth on her. It was no easy feat with the considerable length of the dress, but he never seemed to care or mind. All night, they whispered back and forth to each other, toying with jacket lapels and bare arms.

"You need me again, Mama?"

"Where's the zipper on this thing?"

"Quickly, while no one's looking."

"Keep your hands away from my tits, H."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

All night they went back and forth. Teasing and giving into each other and sharing stolen kisses when the cameras weren't pointed in their direction—though the next morning they found out they weren't as discreet as they originally thought, with photos of them in the background kissing and Harry's hands all over Y/n cropping up online.

At some point during the night, a friend even asked where Harry and his wife kept disappearing to, another if that was a hickey on his neck, and both of them stumbled through a lie as they blushed furiously.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Y/n's period was late, but it does. She thought she had put her pregnancy days behind her, so she went to the doctor thinking she had some kind of stomach bug, only to find out that she was pregnant. Y/n wasn't upset by the news, just caught off guard, though she couldn't help but daydream about having a little baby in the house again now that her other babies were growing up.

Harry found out on accident. Y/n missed a phone call from the doctor's office, and they called Harry's number, which was also listed in her information. Thinking someone got hurt, Harry picked up in a panic, only to hear, "Hi there, Mr. Styles! We're trying to get a hold of your wife to reschedule her ultrasound. Will the following week work?"

Harry answered in a daze, agreeing to an appointment time and date without really listening. Part of him knew he should be excited, but all he could think about was why Y/n hadn'told him yet.

"Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked later that night. They were both watching TV, a show they'd been watching every night before bed the last few weeks. He'd been itching to get Y/n alone all day so he could finally ask what the phone call, and after picking up and dropping off at friends' houses and volleyball practice and study groups and one big family dinner, now was finally his chance.

Y/n hadn't caught on yet, so she just shrugged. "Collette is convinced she's going to Paris Fashion Week by herself, and I don't have the heart to tell her she's not going without one of us."

This was news to Harry, but he tabled that conversation for later. "I got a call from the OBGYN's office. They asked to reschedule your ultrasound."

Harry could feel Y/n stiffen beneath him as she sighed deeply. Before she could say anything, though, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," she promised, kissing away the furrow in her husband's brow. "I wanted to tell you and the kids at the same time. And you know how hard it is to wrangle everyone up. Maeve wasn't even at dinner tonight."

"Oh." Harry had spun a number of different answers Y/n might've come up with, but that hadn't been one of them. "Do you...want to keep it?"

Y/n could tell Harry was asking for her sake, not his. He'd been dying for another baby for years, slowly giving up hope every time she turned him down. Now that they faced the prospect of actually having another baby, though, he didn't want her to feel pressured. He never had, but he wanted to make extra sure.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do," Y/n said, resting her and Harry's hands over her belly. "I'm just...kind of shocked."

"Really?" Harry asked. Now that he'd had time to think about it, about which night in question could've been the one, he wasn't that surprised at all.

"Yeah, I—I guess I thought that part of my life was over. But... I'm glad it isn't. I'm excited about this."

"Me too."

Y/n gave him an amused look as if to say, you finally got your wish. But all she said was, "You just like that I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

Harry gasped dramatically, which made Y/n toss her head back and laugh. "That is not even remotely true. Maybe. Sort of. It's perhaps in the top ten things I'm excited for, but not the first."

"You're ridiculous," Y/n said, shaking her head at her husband. "And I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in to kiss Y/n, the feel of his lips on hers more familiar than anything else in the world. He knew every part of her, every inch of her body and soul, and she knew his. It was comforting, it was home.

"Any chance those hormones have kicked in yet?" Harry murmured jokingly as he kissed her neck.

Y/n held her husband by the back of his hair so she could look him in the eye. "Absolutely not. I love you, and I love the twins, but we're not doing that again."

"What? Come on! We're way past that window," Harry reasoned. "And the doctor said it was rare."

"Yeah, so is getting pregnant at my age, but here we are."

"At your age?" Harry asked incredulously, looking down at Y/n through heavy lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were lit as she watched him, the way they always were when they joked around. He was pretty sure no one amused her more than he did, and that was saying something considering the collective craziness their children engaged in regularly. "You're just winding me up, aren't you? You want me to remind you how young and fun we are."

"I don't know if that's—Harry!"

"Shh!" Harry said as a laugh bubbled out of Y/n as he yanked her down until she was lying flat on the bed, her arms pinned high above her. "Do you want them to hear you, Mama?"

That sobered her up a little, her laughter subsiding. Then, she smiled up at him, her hand reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. "We're having a baby."

Harry's grin was immediate, excitement filling his whole body from those four words alone. "We're having a baby."

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader Masterlist

[thecampjuicebox]

I can’t stop thinking of how exasperated Raphael would get if his Druid!Tav kept bringing little creatures into the House of Hope. Like he comes home to find them talking with a snake or something and Tav is all like 🥺 ”they reminded me of you”

I imagine Haarlep would find it very amusing.

AHHH this is such a cute idea!! okay okay lemme see, lemme see. This one will be kinda short but eeeeeee so sweet

The Little Serpent

Pairing: Raphael x Tav(gn) x Haarlep

Rating: 18+

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: Very subtle master x servant dynamic, Raphael's general distaste for small creatures.

Raphael has one very important rule in the House of Hope. No small creatures. He despises them. The chaos from the mortal world never mixes well with the hells. And still, here you sit, small black serpent coiled around your delicate hand. It flickers its tongue up at you, slick midnight scales glittering in the lanternlight. Gentle fingers stroke down the length of its smooth back. As much as you live to abide by Raphael's rules, you're a Druid. Nature calls to you like the moon to the tides. You're sure Raphael will be unhappy with your uninvited guest. Furious, even. You giggle as the snake slithers up your arm and to your shoulder, carefully wrapping its languid body loosely around your neck. Leaning back into the velvet bench you rest on, your eyes flutter closed, skin soaking in the warmth around you. A wave of sadness washes over you, thoughts of your time in the Emerald Grove flooding in and out of your mind. A firm hand shakes you from your daydreaming and your eyes snap open.

"Hm. Raphael is not going to be happy with you."

Haarlep grins down at you before taking a seat beside you on the bench, legs stretching out and crossing over yours. You sigh quietly. Raphael is a hard man to please, but you generally get away with breaking many rules. A luxury most of the servants and even Haarlep would kill to have.

"I can't help it. Look at him. So gentle and sweet, aren't you little guy? We've been having a lovely conversation about mice."

"Mice? How.. Ironic."

You unwrap the snake from your neck, allowing it to regain a comfortable position around your wrist before holding it out to Haarlep, earning a tiny smile from the incubus. He reaches a finger out and strokes it over the length of the snake's head.

"Kind of looks like Raph, if you really stare at him."

A laugh rumbles in Haarlep's muscular chest, chains rattling at the movement of his shoulders and he relaxes into the bench. His fingers finding a comfortable spot on your thigh. The air around you thickens, a tell-tale sign that the master has returned home. This could go really well, or really really bad. A heavy exhale leaves your lungs. You both jump from your seat on the balcony and hurry to the boudoir, taking your assigned seats on either side of the bed. The small snake stays carefully coiled between your fingers, tongue lapping gently at your soft skin. The tall cambion saunters into the boudoir, massive wings trailing behind him like a regal cloak, Haarlep's lips turn up into a grin and he flicks his eyes from the snake, to you, to Raphael. You give him a stern look and quickly smile up at Raphael as he approaches the bed, eyes fixed on the snake.

"What.. Is THAT?"

A large red finger reaches out and points at the serpent, sharp teeth gritting through the question. You innocently hold the small creature up in Raphael's direction, blinking slowly at him. Your teeth toy with your bottom lip nervously.

"A friend. Isn't he sweet?"

Haarlep places a hand over his mouth to quiet a chuckle and turns his head away. Raphael eyes the snake in irritation and frowns at you, leaning towards you and reaching a hand out to cup your cheek before roughly grabbing your chin. His thumb swipes over your plush bottom lip sweetly, giving it a tug downward and letting it snap back into place. Your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson.

"Little mouse. What did I say about bringing creatures into my house?"

"To.. Not to."

You poke out your bottom lip at the devil, large eyes glossing over. You know exactly how to appeal to Raphael's soft side and you use that power every chance you get. He has a special fondness for you and your shenanigans, one that Haarlep often envies, despite being a creation of Raphael's exact likeness. The little snake slithers its way up towards your shoulder again, head raising to come eye level with Raphael's bent over body. Its small tongue flickers out into the air. Raphael shifts his eyes to the creature and scowls, eyebrows knitting together before groaning and letting your face go. You giggle up at him and wiggle your legs off of the side of the bed. Haarlep turns his attention back towards the scene and crosses his arms over his chest, the devilish smirk still lingering on his lips.

"He reminds me of you, you know. Scaaaary on the outside, oh so sweet and charming on the inside."

Raphael quirks an eyebrow. A large hand moves out towards the snake, fingers shifting carefully over its back. The snake hisses in delight and makes its ascent up onto Raphael's hand. He coils the snake around his fingers, watching intently. He blinks down at the creature for a moment, chewing on his next words carefully.

"I suppose, if anything, a serpent isn't the WORST creature to be compared to."

Haarlep leans back into the large pillows of the bed and sighs heavily, crossing his legs. Lowered eyelids hide his obvious disdain for the situation. You sit up on your knees to watch Raphael handle the snake, gentle fingers reaching up to pet the creature and you place a gentle kiss to Raphael's thumb. His eyes dart to you and soften, free hand coming up to stroke back your soft hair before gripping it gently in his hand. The sensation makes you mewl and lean into his grasp.

"No more pets, do you understand me? It's bad enough I have to keep an eye on the two of you."

[plussizefantasia]

Hello ❤️❤️

Me Again, i loved the drabble so much so i decided to ask for another one (if it is possible 🥺🙏❤️)

I will ask for nr. 17 with Bucky Barnes 🙏🙏❤️

Also i want to ask if its possible to write smth witt Moon Knight? From the pro t list ofc. Thank you love ❤️❤️

Cat Dad

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is being held captive and you're the only one who can save him.

Word Count: 700

A/N: I would like to try something for Moon Knight! Let me know what you'd like to see. (No promises it won't be garbage though.)

If you ever told the rest of the Avengers that Bucky Barnes was a complete cat dad, they would scoff and laugh in your face. But they didn’t get to see him like you did. The times he would spend at least half an hour in the toy aisle every time the two of you went to buy Alpine more food always saying “C’mon we have to get this for her, she’d love it!”. When he refused to move anytime she curled up on his lap, or the time he insisted she needed a soft bed in each room of the apartment, lest she wanted to curl up near you guys but couldn’t find a comfy spot.

You wouldn’t be the one to tell him that she never used the beds he had purchased and would more often than not find herself curled up and purring in your reading chair that was conveniently located underneath the window so the light hit it just right.

He always said he would do anything for you two, “his girls” he had called you. Except for that tonight Alpine seemed to be pushing every single one of his buttons. Bucky is a patient man, he’s always in his head so it’s sometimes hard to see what he’s feeling. But you had gotten really good at reading him and you could read the tension in his shoulders and the slow and pronounced breaths he was taking that something had him on edge.

You slipped out of the kitchen and towards the living space, Bucky was on the couch, his back leaning against the arm of the sectional and his legs stretched out in front of him, holding up the laptop that he was using to finish up his mission reports for Sam. The boys weren’t officially working for the government but had some affiliations which meant that a paper trail needed to be kept. You could immediately see what was getting Buck worked up, Alpine had taken it upon herself to position herself in her dad’s lap in such a way that she was covering half of the keyboard. The sight was hilarious, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. Bucky was so sweet, and despite the fact that this report needed to be finished today, your sweet boyfriend was not going to move the cat off of his lap, even if it would make his life so much easier.

When the sound of your soft laugh reached his ears, Bucky’s eyes shot up at you. They screamed for help. You wouldn’t be able to stop the smile that spread across your cheeks if you tried. 

“What’s going on in here?” You innocently asked.

“Doll, thank God. Can you please take her?” You could hear the desperation in his voice, he really didn’t want to push her down but he couldn’t get his work done while she sprawled across him.

“I don’t know Buck she seems pretty comfy, I would hate to disturb her.” he shot you a look that screamed betrayal. “Don’t look at me like that she’s your child.”

“You’re doing this to mess with me. You normally don’t have any problem moving her especially when she’s in your chair,” he called you out.

“But she’s not in my chair so I don’t need to move her” You cheekily threw back at him.

“Honey, Princess, Love of my life would you pretty, pretty please take our girl off my lap so I can finish my work?” He pleaded with you.

“Hmmm, what will you give me if I do?”

“Anything you want Doll, I’d give you the world if I could you know that.” He was trying to sweet-talk you into helping it out, and it almost worked.

“That’s sweet but I think I’m gonna let you suffer a little longer, you should think of this before you eat the rest of my cookies next time. The Girl Scouts only sell those things once a year.” You turned and started to walk away.

“When she gets up you’re gonna get it.” He called out after you.

“Looking forward to it Baby,” You called back.

[noroi1000]

Please 🥺 I beg you for more Yandere Geto❣️ What about...love at first sight with y/n , she's the only kind and lovely whit him? The only thing, she's a not sorcerer. I hope you want. Thank you ~💖

Little Monkey, My sweetheart

Paring: Yandere Geto x reader

words: 2k

warnings: kidnapping, yandere behavior, Mention of murder, stalking

summary: When he met you, he knew you were an ordinary person who had no place in his world. But you were so cute and kind and pretty that he thought he couldn't hurt you. No one will forbid him to have a cute little pet whom he will love.

Ever since he walked around the city after leaving school, he looked at people with disgust.

Every time someone pushed him in the crowd or bumped into him, he would shoot a deadly glare at that person, and sometimes he would quietly utter some insult.

So what if it offended the people who stood next to him, and there were moments when someone became more aggressive towards him.

When he passed there, he didn't care that those people had their own lives and minds. They didn't respect anyone...

And the dumbest were such that they only respected themselves. Even if their lives had no meaning at all.

When someone was attacking him, he didn't care if anyone was watching or not.

He killed without even looking at who was lying next to him in a pool of blood.

He was already a mass murderer, and all sorcerers knew that if they saw him, they were to catch him. Even though if they tried, they would die...

He had no joy in life.

He didn't need toys to play with.

Monkeys are boring. People are ugly. Their lives are terrible and selfish.

That's why he hated them.

Well, he had a family that supported him.

However, there was no one in this family who was love for him.

And now he had no way of finding a female sorcerer who would fall in love with him.

He could take her. But there was one problem. There was none he was interested in... There was no one who had cute features and also the will to fight. Who would even accept him. Sorcerers are different, crazier. That's why he had no way to find a normal girl he liked.

He would have a chance to get such a girl among normal people.

But it would also be difficult to find a person who will show humility and that someone is weaker in some moments.

Such people exist.

However, the search would take an eternity. And also this search may not be fruitful at all.

Because things that can be good often happen by accident.

When he was 23, he still continued to walk around the cities. Despite his disgust with this noisy place. He went into stores, looked at things, and always kept to the free space. He exuded an ominous aura, which indicated to people not to approach him.

It worked.

Until one day he felt something land on his back.

He sighed as he stopped.

"Monkeys..."

Slowly, he turned around and stared at the shorter figure who quickly moved away from his back.

His pupils dilated a bit as he saw a small blush of embarrassment on the face of the girl who was standing there nervously, and she started apologizing to him.

"I'm really sorry... Someone pushed me and I... I didn't mean to bump into you... It's... I'm sorry.” You said nervously, still being nice.

You bent down to grab the small bag you were carrying.

You showed that you were sorry, tilting your head slightly to let him know you were sorry. You were nice.

But he had something else to test.

He put one hand in his pocket, unhooking the shiny dark ball Mimiko and Nanako had given him for his keys, and quietly tossed it onto the pavement.

If you really are what his gut tells him, he somehow needs to know who you are and where you're going.

Before the ball fell out of his pants, he quickly imbued it with his cursed energy as much as he could at the moment.

He walked away, giving you a small smile, saying that nothing happened and it's fine.

And that was his first nice encounter with a normal human being.

In a moment he felt a light tugging on the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

He knew it was you. You exuded such a pleasant and kind energy. He could immediately sense that you had nothing to do with the cursed energy.

"I'm sorry sir, you must have missed it." You said as he looked at you.

In your open hand lay a shiny ball with the clasp of the keychain unfastened.

He took it from you, and suddenly put it in your hand again.

"You can keep it." He said giving you a smile.

"But-."

"You will pay me back next time." He grunted and started walking away.

It's possible that when he comes home, the girls will kill him because he "lost" a gift from them. But if he explained the situation to them, they would surely understand.

You always kept that ball with you. Hoping you'll see this man and give it back to him.

You didn't know that you were being watched by this little object.

It bothered him a bit that you weren't a sorcerer, but his gut told him that you were someone for him.

You're the only normal person who doesn't disgust him. Because you don't think you're more important than him.

But he could have made you more important than all the other non-sorcerers in the world.

You're not a sorcerer because you can't see the little curses he's unleashed in your house to keep track of whether you're where you're going, and know everything about you that was possible for him to know.

To meet the same man two years later. Whose hand closed around your neck as you walked quietly in your house.

He stopped you with his hand, and stepped out of the black hole that appeared behind you.

He stopped in front of you, covering your mouth gently with his other hand.

"I've come for my property." He gave you a smile that seemed dark but combined with a kind one.

Something grabbed your back and started pulling you into blackness.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at the man's smile.

While your hand itself remained uncovered in black, you felt his lips place a small kiss on the back of your hand.

"My property. My little Monkey. My sweetheart~."

You woke up feeling completely different.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was clothes with a golden cover on a man.

Your head rested on his thigh as he sat with one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. Leaning the book he was reading on his upraised leg.

"You're awake." He said without taking his eyes off the text.

What moved on your head in a nice way was his hand gently stroking your hair.

You felt a bit like a pet to be petted.

Or maybe he thought you were something like that?

He came for his property... Then why did he kidnap you?

Why are you now lying on his thigh and he is stroking you?

You looked at your body.

You were wearing a white kimono.

Someone changed you?

"I see you moving your head. Is it the clothes?" He said, now looking at you seriously. You nodded, unable to speak from your nervousness.

You were awake and scared, but at the same time you felt so calm and sleepy as he stroked you.

But that's not right. You don't even know him! He kidnapped you!

You must call the police!

You felt pressure on the back of your neck and his fingers digging into a spot near your spine. Even a nice shiver ran through your body, and instead of tensing up, your body fell softly.

"Your eyes got a little dizzy. You panic because you don't know where you are or who I am. Although I sincerely believe that you remember me." His fingers massaged your neck.

He put the book down and straightened the other leg before pulling you onto his legs and with you on top of him he sat cross-legged, placing you between his knees. With your back against his leg on one side and your legs against his other leg.

His arm started to hold you, resting your head on his chest.

"You're taking it better than I expected."

"What did you give me...?" You asked quietly, feeling slightly tired.

"Absolutely nothing. I promise." He smiled and raised his eyebrows sadly. "It's just that I know human anatomy well, and you were knocked unconscious by one blow to the neck. Perhaps your whole body hasn't woken up yet. And it's possible I accidentally woke you up. Sorry."

"Who are you..."

"I know you met me. My name is Geto Suguru. And I have some options for you. You are my pet and you call me Geto-sama, Suguru-sama, or Master. You are my love, and you call me baby, honey, sweetheart, at first it may just be Suguru. Or there is another option. You refuse me and die as the monkey without the cursed energy."

You widened your eyes at his smile.

And as he started to get closer to you, you pushed him hard, and clumsily jumped out of his grip.

You fell off the step he was sitting on, and, ignoring the pain, you were moving away from him, staring in horror at the dark man.

Are you going to be his pet, love, or die?

You have to run away from him...

You don't want to have to choose...

If maybe you had a chance to know him longer... Maybe living with him would be nice, but you don't know anything about him!

You got up and started running, turning into the first nearest corridor in his house, in this temple...

"Oh." He grunted as he looked at you. Suddenly he smiled. "I like a little bit of aggressiveness. If you get tired of running, why don't we talk?! You won't make it out of here!" he shouted for you to hear.

You were running blindly, you didn't even know where.

You just ran ahead.

You turned around to see if someone was chasing you. There was no one behind you.

Was it a trap?

You turned another corner, suddenly running into something large.

Before you could pull away, two strong hands grabbed you and pulled you into a hug.

"Don't do that again." He said holding your head against his chest. "You can't escape from here, and if you keep running like this, something might happen to you."

You heard some concern in his voice.

And he hugged you too. And it wasn't done to upset you. He was hugging you to keep you next to him.

But somehow you managed to escape from him.

He sighed with the same smile.

"I can see that cute little monkeys need some running to calm down, huh... I'm starting to like it more and more."

He slowly started to follow you where he ran.

You came to a corridor that ended in a door.

You pulled the handle to open the wooden door, but you couldn't. It was closed.

"This is the entrance to my room. You're tired? I can let you in to rest and sleep. I can also offer you food and a warm bath if you wish. Because here you will stay." He continued to smile. "You look so pretty in that kimono. I chose it especially for you. A white kimono for a nice, innocent girl. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you here. Because you are already my love. And I can tell you without hesitation that I reject option three."

You leaned against the door as he approached.

But as he stood in front of you, he extended his hand towards you, and waited for you to place your hand.

And he waited until you finally realized there was no point in running away if he was going to catch you anyway.

You placed your hand on his hand.

He immediately connected your fingers with his and moved closer.

Kissing your forehead tenderly, he leaned down to hug you.

And he spoke in your ear:

"You will be my pet whom I will love. You will be my beloved person. And I will always love you."

[seasidepierre]

Hii! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write something with domestic vibes with Charles. Just something really fluff and homie because lately I can't stop thinking about how good he would be at home, you know? He gives me such good boyfriend and family guy vibes, especially after the vlog he recorded in Monaco where he says he wants to have three children 🥺❤️

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNsm1CXW/

Charles was barely through the door when you found yourself hung at his neck, resulting in a small huff from your lover as he took you in before he even got to say hi.

“I missed you,” You whispered in the crook of his neck, your favorite place to hide your face in. “I missed you too,” He replied in the same quiet tone.

You didn’t have to say much else, as he let his bag fall to the floor in a controlled thud so his hands would be free to grab your thighs and hoist them high on his own hips, so you wouldn’t be in an uncomfortable position anymore. He kissed the tender skin of your neck and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, bypassing the couch where you had been reading your book to go straight to bed. It was well past midnight in Monaco and you had been trying your best to stay awake for him to come back home, to come back to you. Your eyes had dozed off a couple times but you had valiantly fought and came victorious as you managed to witness him walk through the front door of your shared apartment.

“What did you do this weekend?” He quietly asked. “I cleaned the bathroom between the FP3 and the qualis,” You yawned. “I baked a cake, there’s still a good portion of it in the oven, waiting for you. Also, I read an entire book, because it was really good.” “That’s nice,” He nodded, the tip of his nose caressing your cheek. “Have you managed to call the moving company?” “I did,” You confirmed. “They said they had everything to bring your new piano here, we only have to call them back to confirm the day and hour. I prebooked a slot for next week, because you should be home by then.” “Amazing. I have to go in Nice tomorrow to grab a few things, do you need anything?” “Can you bring back those sweets I like? The violet ones?” “Sure, my love.” “Also, we need toilet paper.” “That I can grab as well.”

There was something strangely soothing about getting Charles back after a racing weekend, where he was drowned in glamour and glitz, only to get back to the very mundane things of life like grabbing toilet paper and planning a delivery. His hands couldn’t find a resting spot and they kept toying with the little thread of your sweatpants, though their fave place remained the skin on your hips. The taste of his skin wasn’t that different than usual but you learned to recognize the faint smell of rubber and gasoline that stuck to every pore of his face and to his hair, which you liked. Because if you smelled those, that meant you had just spent several days without him, but he finally was back where you wanted him most: next to you.

“I’m exhausted,” Charles yawned. “Me too,” You murmured. “Let’s not pretend we’re amazing people with social lives and let’s just go to bed,” Charles suggested. “I need a quick shower and then, I’m off.” “Seems like the best idea you could get,” You confirmed. “I’ll wait for you.” “If you say so,” Charles kissed the tip of your nose.

He knew you wouldn’t be able to follow through with your promise, but he didn’t care. And sure enough, when he came back to the bedroom, his hair damp and his torso still glistening with a few droplets of water, you were fast asleep in the middle of your bed. Charles sleepily smiled at your starfish position and gently grabbed you to pull you back slightly in your half of the bed, so he could have more than thirty centimetres of the mattress to sleep on. He pulled the covers back on you, kissed your forehead and slipped right beneath you, so your head would rest on his chest. You sleepily kissed his sternum and he hummed in response, ready to drift off for good.

You didn’t need him to bring back shiny diamonds and expensive champagne, from the tracks he lived at more than your home. You only needed him to come back to you, and luckily, that’s what he always did.

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[curtsycream]

I saw that u write for kiribakudeku x reader and I have a idea

Cg kiribakudeku x little reader in a young headspace where she uses paci and loves her paci bc it makes her happy so when she sees one of her cgs sad she crawls in their lap and put her paci on their mouth and when another cg ask why she does it and she is like "mwakes me happwy so daddy happwy" and there are like "it's very sweet of you but its ur paci and daddy dont uses pacis" 💕💕💕💗💗😻🥺💖

What Makes Them Happy

KiriBakuDeku x Little!Reader

Tried to be fair and focus more on Deku and Kiri since I know the last one was Baku centric. I’m trying to even out the dynamic since I’m working with three very different personalities. Hope you like it though <333

If there was one thing she kept closer than her boyfriends it was her pacifier. Anytime she get anxious, alone, or worried she would simply pace it in her mouth. Having it nearby always made her happy but what made her happier was sharing it with her caregivers.

Tuesdays were always slow due to Kirishima being free and not having hero work to do. It just so happened that today was a slow and sad day for Kirishima as he sat on their shared bed with his head in his hands. That was until she made her way into the room her pacifier hanging out of the side of her mouth as she grins.

Upon seeing Kirishima’s upset form she frowns making her way onto the bed and then into his lap. Even in her headspace she showed she cared as she pressed kisses to the backs of his hands.

Kirishima noticed her attempts as he removed his hands from his face with a half smile. That didn’t seem to appease her as she pressed her pacifier to his lips. “Gon be okay, promise,” she said.

Kirishima let out a laugh as he opens his mouth the speak just as she puts the pacifier in his mouth. His eyes bright with amusement as he removes it from his mouth, “thank you, Princess. But I’m fine I don’t need your paci..it’s for you.”

When he tries to give it back she shakes her head, “don’t be sad.”

His eyebrows furrowed as his look softened, “you’re too good for me.”

She shakes her head putting her pacifier in her own mouth.

“You can’t deny the truth, that’s not how it works,” he chuckled at her antics. Though he couldn’t be upset anymore as the attempt left him unable to think much about why he was upset to begin with.

Later that night when Izuku was giving her a bath she still had her pacifier in her mouth. Her attention on her bath toys when she heard him hiss in pain. Looking up she frowned noticing he slammed his finger in one of the sink drawers.

She watched his face morph into a look of pain as she took her pacifier out of her mouth. She held it out to him, “here!” She called out grabbing his attention as he smiled.

“I’m okay baby, I’m fine…I promise!”

His reassurance only made her shrug as she put it back into her mouth. Her attention back on her rubber duck as she glances at him from time to time. Izuku caught on to her look a she smiled, “why do you do that? Try and give us your paci?” He asked the question that had been on his mind for months now.

“Makes me happy…wanna make you happy too, daddy.”

“You’re so sweet pretty baby, but daddies don’t need pacis. Daddies have pretty babies like you for that.”

Deep down they all felt that way, no matter how sad or angry they were. She always made them happy, she’s what makes them happy.

[pahtoosh]

In one of your lates work lee said she is a brat.. can I request something based on this?

Like when she gets upset that HE her DADDY called her something mean . How does he earn her trust and forgiveness back? 🥺

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18+

wc: ~1200 words

warnings: name-calling, lee gets very mad in this, apologies and tears with one reallyyy long hug. gets a little preachy at the end which i normally don’t vibe with but it felt appropriate for this au

a/n: i cannot even BEGIN to tell you how excited i was when i read this request! i tried writing it immediately but the story got away from me several times🤭 anyway today i managed to stay on track! woo! thank you so much, lovely anon. i hope you like this one🫶

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean

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“And look! Now Bingo Bunny has a hat to match his brown pants.”

“That’s nice, sweetheart-“

“Oh! I forgot his brown glasses too!” You ran back to your room to pick up yet another tiny accessory to show Lee. Ever since he got home an hour ago, you were running back and forth between his office and your room to show him your new treasures. Each toy had a story that reminded you of another toy which also had a story that connected to a totally different toy.

Lee sighed. He’d seen your entire toy collection by now. This little show-and-tell had started with the toys you bought by yourself today and devolved into a near encyclopedia of your entire collection.

Lee wanted to indulge your need for attention, but he needed to make one last phone call before he was officially done with work for today. Lee found he could never truly relax if he knew he had something to do or somewhere to be.

“I got the glasses! Look at Bingo, Daddy!” You held the bunny out and made him do a little dance.

“He’s lookin’ sharp, sugar.” He beckoned you over and leaned a little closer, then began to speak as if he were telling you a secret. You stopped buzzing for a moment to give Lee all of your focus, he knew just how to excite you and get your attention.

“Why don’t cha make a few more outfits for Bingo and do a fashion show for me later, yeah? Spend a long time on ‘em now. Make sure they’re perfect.”

“Okay, Daddy!” You left your daddy’s office once again, unaware that he was just trying to distract you.

Lee took advantage of this moment to swiftly lock his door and make the phone call. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could be a proper daddy to you.

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What was supposed to be a ten minute call ended up getting to forty minutes. Lee and Deputy O’Connolly were trying to review the security plan for the county fair, but they kept running into issues. Lee was nearing the end of his rope.

“What kinda idiot put Burke and Smith on entrance security? Those two ain’t nothin’ but trouble. Put ‘em together and add the pretty girls entering the fair into the mix and the line’ll grow ‘till it’s near half a mile!”

“I tell ya, this is the last time I trust anyone else to do shift assignments,” Lee groaned.

The two men continued talking as they made edits to their respective paper copies of the security plan. Then, Lee heard your little hand trying to wiggle open his office door.

“Hold on a second.” Lee covered the receiver and shouted to you, “I’m a bit busy right now!”

You shouted a response, but your voice didn’t project as well as Lee’s and it was muffled by the door.

“I’ll be out later, bunny! Just give me ten more minutes!” Lee thought that was the end of it, but you continued shaking the doorknob and started trying to push the door in.

“For the love of- I’ll call ya back later, Deputy.” Lee hung up the phone and stomped to the door, opening it with a huff.

You were still leaning on the door, but you managed to find your footing after the wood abruptly slipped away from you.

“Oh! Daddy, hi!”

“What is it? Is there a fire?”

“I got Bingo all dressed up! Come look!” You tried pulling Lee’s hand so he’d follow you, but he stayed rooted in his spot.

“Not now, bunny. Daddy’s on a very important phone call.”

“But you said-“

“Well now I’m sayin’ ‘not now’, aren’t I? You know the rules. Ya can’t interrupt Daddy at work unless it’s an emergency and ya sure as hell can’t go around trying to break down every door that stands in your way!”

“I just wanted to show you my Bingo,” you said quietly.

“And I’ll look at him later, but right now I’ve gotta explain to Deputy O’Connolly why I hung up on him ‘cause you’re too much of a damn airhead to know what a locked door means!”

You froze in front of Lee, too stunned to react.

He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “Shit. Baby, I-“

Before Lee could continue, a whimper made its way out of your mouth, breaking you out of your trance and allowing you to run away.

Your daddy watched as you sped into your room and shut the door. He felt pathetic for taking his anger out on his baby. The sheriff wasn’t used to the feeling of white-hot anger and shame rolled into one. These weren’t the actions of the man he prided himself on being.

Lee took a few deep breaths before trying to open your door. You’d taken a page out of his book and locked it this time. You didn’t usually do this. Even when you were upset, you’d leave it unlocked, not even thinking to keep Lee out.

“Bunny, please open the door. Daddy wants to say somethin’ to ya.” Lee leaned his head on the door.

“Daddy gonna say somefin mean ‘gain!” you sobbed.

“No I’m not, I wanna apologize to ya.” Lee sighed. “I’m gonna get the key to your door okay? I need you to hear this.”

“No! No! Don’t wanna hear anything! Just leave me alone!”

Lee’s heart broke at the realization that he had lost your trust. He was your daddy. He was supposed to love you unconditionally and protect you from people who said mean things: people like him.

A tear slid down Lee’s cheek. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Daddy’s so fuckin’ sorry he said those mean things to ya. You’re not an airhead. You’re my smart, sweet, beautiful baby. I don’t deserve a perfect little thing like ya.”

Lee leaned against the wall. He was willing to wait as long as it took for you to let him in. To his surprise, not a minute later were you bursting through the door and wrapping your arms around him.

“Hey there, bunny. There’s my sweet baby,” Lee cooed.

You were still crying as you clung onto him. Lee continued soothing you with his words and touch.

“I know, I know.”

“Daddy’s so sorry, baby.”

When the last sobs left your body, Lee apologized again. It wasn’t perfect. Lee was never great with words. But it was soft and real. A gentle whisper in your ear while he hugged you so tight that you felt his tummy rumble with each passing syllable.

“I forgive you, Daddy.”

“You don’t have to, bunny. Daddy was awful to ya. Give me some time to make things right.”

You shook your head against his chest. “I forgive you,” you repeated, stubbornly.

Lee was at a loss for words. How could he ever repay your love? He settled for kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment. He thought about how lucky he was to have you and, for the first time in a while, Lee prayed. He prayed to someone, anyone, that he’d be able to make this up to you.

[obey-me-disaster]

Omg I'm so sorry ab that car following u that sounds so scary like omg I'm so glad ur okay 🥺🥺 Take care of urself after that experience

BUT ALSO THE SIDE CHARACTERS WITH THAT SCENARIO?? PLS?? SOBS I'M SORRY I like the prompt, I just do not like that it happened to u irl and will promptly go beat whoever was in that car up for u 😁

MC gets followed by a car while driving home

A/N: Thanks for worrying about me but now I am more than fine! It's been like 2-3 months since then. And it took me a week to start joking about it.

First part with the demon brothers can be found here: Part 1

TW: Stalking under the cut

Side characters x gn!MC

Driving during the night was relaxing in a way. There were barely any cars around, making going home after meeting with a friend back in the human world so much easier and relaxing. No need to worry about traffic, being able to go at your own pace without annoying others, it was a really nice way to end your day.

 As you were singing along to one of your favourite songs a car passed by you. While you didn't exactly pay too much attention to it, you couldn't help but notice that the car was full of guys, and that one of them was giving you a hand sign as they passed by your car. At the time you didn't stay and think about it too much, they were probably just friends having fun.

The car seemed to go on a street that led elsewhere. Just as you passed that street, the car was behind you again. You thought it was a bit weird, but you ignored it, in favour of thinking they were just taking advantage of the empty streets during the night to drive around, after all you often used to do that with your friends too.

But they kept being weird. They would pass by you, only to stop on the side of the road to let you get ahead of them so they could start following you again. Again and again. It was as if you were a mouse getting chased by a cat, and it didn't stop just at that either. Giving you weird signals with the lights of their car, getting so close to you, that if you were to stop, they would crash right into you. They were probably having fun toying with you like that.

You took note of their car, from the brand to color, the license plate and whatever details you managed to notice while driving. You were afraid to go home cause what if they followed you there? You didn't think of calling the police because what would you have told them? You didn't know what street were you on or how far you would drive. You didn't know what their intentions were either.

In the end you manage to lose them. When they passed by your car for what you thought to be the millionth time, you took the chance to go on a side street that you knew well enough. They couldn't turn their car to go after you so you were safe. You stopped the car at what you thought to be a safe place to calm yourself. 

You were away from them, you were safe, so why were your hands trembling so much. You even flinched when you saw the light the of what you thought was a car but it ended up being two girls on their bike that were probably going home. You knew you wouldn't be able to get home in this state. You would probably end up in an accident if you got scared of the lights of another car. Seeing you didn't have any other choice you decided to call someone to come get you.

Diavolo

He was stuck doing paperwork that he procastinated on earlier that day. When he got your call.

When he saw your name on his phone he got relieved thinking he could finally take a break to catch up to you, but any thought of a break or papework ceased to exist as he listened to you describe what happened

He immediately called for Barbatos to open a portal to the human world so he can go after you.

He felt guilty in a way. In his mind he felt like the only place you could ever get hurt was Devildom and that in the human world you would totally be safe. He was so confident in his thinking that he forgot that humans can be quite cruel too.

He just felt happy that his naivety didn't cause you any harm, despite this situation being out of his control.

By the time you got to the Demon Lord's castle a room was already prepared for you and Barbatos was waiting for you with a drink to calm you down.

The paperwork could wait for another day, right you were his priority. barbatosprobablyfinishedthepaperwork

Whatever you needed, he will give you. Want a specific type of dish or drink? Done! Need a warm bath and really fluffy change of clothes? Didn't even need to ask! Any products/medicine you need before sleep? Those will be waiting for you next to your bed. A shoulder to cry on and a hug? He is already wrapping his arms around you and giving you a forehead kiss.

He is the prince of Devildom and has a lot of contacts that can help him both from Devildom and the human world. Those guys are getting tracked down in less than 24 hours.

!!Spoiler for season 3!! Remeber when Diavolo nearly sent an army after a guy that tried to shot Belphegor? You'll have to stop him from doing that right now !!END OF SPOILER!!

He is a bit hesitant to let you go, but your freedom and happiness are more important to him than his own worries.

Barbatos

Calling the guy that can easily open a portal is honestly a smart move.

He just finished cleaning the kitchen after preparing a snack for Diavolo when he got your call. He already had a bad feeling about something, and your call confirmed his worries.

In less than 10 minutes not only were you in the Demon Lord's Castle, but a room, a light snack and a drink were prepared for you.

Diavolo was informed of the whole thing, but he decided you needed your privacy after such an incident. He also gave permission to Barbatos to look in the past to see who those guys were to make finding them way faster.

Despite everything his demeanour never changes. Getting anything you may need, finding those guys, and comforting you seem like a child's play from the outside. If you didn't know Barbatos well enough you would think he doesn't really care

But on the inside he is fuming. You could see that from the slight thighter grip he had on plates and cups or from the way his shoulder seemed for tense than usual. He did seem to calm down once he saw that you got better

If it weren't for the possible horrible consequences of messing with the past, he would have changed it in a way that this whole incident would have been avoided.

I am pretty sure he has a torture chamber that he can put to good use in this case. Imagine one minute being in the human world then you wake up in a strange chamber with a demon form Barbatos right in front of you.

You don't need to know about what happened to those guys, he will just tell you they were dealt with.

Once it's finally time to sent you home he checks to see if you are 100% fine before he lets you go. When you get home you also find a box with some of your favourite cakes made by Barbatos as a surprise.

Solomon

I don't remember if it was from the main story or from an event, but it's canon that Solomon is a nightowl and he tends to stay up until late to do magic experiments

And this time was no different. He was deep concentration trying to test out a potion he has been working on when he got your call.

He nearly messed up the potion but that's besides the point.

Once he heard about your situation put everything away and teleported to your location.

A sigh of relief left his mouth once he got to you and made sure you are fine. He put a spell on the car that would make it invisinle to othet people. No need to attract unwanted attention.

He took you back to his home in the human world. He offered you some food and drinks but you declined saying that all the stress killed your appetite. noneedtodietonight

After accepting that you really couldn't eat or drink at the moment he lets you vent out your frustration and fears in order to let it all out. Depending on what you want he will either hold you keep his distance.

He offered to use a spell that could let him see into your past so he could collect for information about the car that followed you. No need to make you talk about the situation any more than needed if he can help it.

He has pacts with 72 demons and Barbatos is one of those demon. You can bet whatever you want that he is using everything he got to track down those guys.

Since Amso is one of his pacts, the demon brothes also find out quickly about this and cause a scene because you are all the way over at Solomon's house. At least they think about sending you some food that wouldn't kill you.

After everything is resolved Solomon gives you a magic charm that should protect you from danger.

Simeon

For the sake of this sceneario let's pretend he was over in the Purgatory Hall and not in the Celestial realm.

He just put Luke to sleep when he got your call. He knew you were in the human world in order to meet up with a friend, so he thought you wanted to tell him how it went.

Instead of hearing about your meet up with your friend he listened to you explain what happened to you.

Went after Solomon to ask him to open some kind of portal to the human world. Seeing how worried he was, Solomon quickly figured out something must have happened to you.

When Simeon finally got to you he didn't take you immediately to the Purgatory Hall, instead he sat with you in the car until you calmed down a bit.

After calming down he suggested you drive home, and he will come with you. let'spretendyoudon'tlivewithyourparents

He wanted to get you to a place that feels both familiar and safe, and your house seems like a better option than Purgatory Hall.

He prepared something to drink while you told him what happened in order to get it off your chest and to get details about the car that followed you.

After all of that was said and done he asked about your meeting with your friend, as a way to distract and to get you in a better mood. When he saw that you were starting to get tired he suggested you go to sleep while he talks over the phone with the others about the whole situation.

He also tells Solomon to not tell Luke about why he is in the human world until everything gets resolved.

Even when you said you were fine he insisted on helping you around the house the following day.

After the others find those guys, he will make sure to have a talk with them. There is a reason a good part of the cast are afraid of Simeon when he is angry

Bonus Luke

Why the fuck would you call a kid in this situation?

When he wakes up he finds out Simeon is in the human world and that everyone is busy

While he didn't exactly knew what happened he could guess that it wasn't good.

He found out when he overheard Mammon and Levi talking about it. He demanded to be taken to your house where you and Simeon were. Again I hope you don't live with your parents.

He hugs you and gives you one of his bessings to keep you safe from now on(for those who don't know, his blessings are quiet powerfull!)

He also bakes for you! And don't worry, Solomon gave him money to buy ingredients so he wouldn't use the ones at your house.

He says that he wants to have a talk with the guys that stalked you. Don't worry, no one let Luke near them.

All around great emotional support chihuahua!

[likesunsetorange]

Clingy mikasa 😭

“You don’t want to share a closet with me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”

eren looking at her like she’s insane bc he’s literally giving her a room in his house bc he wants her to be there more permanently and she’s just like “but why don’t you wanna share a closet with me anymore” and he’s just like 😐 mikasa

lol i can kinda drabble-fy this i think let’s go!

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The sound of giggles blended harmoniously with the hums of the cicadas—a usual customary provocation. An otherwise summertime nuisance to Eren, but when paired with the joyous sound of Mikasa’s sweet laughter, it was easy to overlook the annoyance they typically caused him.

Rather today, there were more important summertime delights to focus on. Like the feeling of soft skin beneath his fingertips, calloused fingers inching beneath the cotton of her tank top, skirting along the small of her waist. Or there was the way every kiss pressed along the span of her shoulder, skin exposed to the humidity and the summer sun, eliciting squeals, something that miles upon miles of distance kept him from doing on a regular basis.

“Eren,” Mikasa said through bated breath, gently pulling away from him. Her back was pressed against the porch column, Eren's head tucked into the crook of her neck. They hadn't made it past the porch steps before his lips found hers, her usual weekend bag still slung over his shoulder, keys half dangling out of his pocket. The two of them had just arrived from the airport only minutes before they found themselves huddled on the front porch like two teenagers eager and lustful, something that made him grateful he lived on his own these days.

“Hmm,” he hummed into her neck, earning a shiver out of Mikasa. He wasted no time resuming his previous actions, his mouth finding the sweet spot just below her ear. The three weeks that kept them apart—the longest they’d been apart in months—made him give little importance to whatever tiny beads of sweat had already begun to accumulate in the sweltering sun, her skin flushed pink for more reasons than one.

A hitched breath escaped her as his lips pressed against the corner of her jaw, Mikasa squirming beneath him at the sensation. He started his trek along the trail of her jaw, but she squirmed again, pulling herself from his clutches, leaving Eren with a pout on his face.

“Eren,” she repeated. Her fingers cupped his face in her hand, delicate fingers toying at the stubble he hadn’t quite had the time to shave before her last minute flight. “Can we at least go inside first? It’s hot,” she mused.

His fingers brushed along her waist, viridiana eyes scanning her face, finally able to take her in fully since she arrived. Shades of crimson painted her cheeks, flushed from the sun and being flustered; her bottom lip sat between her teeth, toying with it; and her brow sat quirked, knowing he was staring rather than bothering to act on her inquiry, only prompting a smile.

Eren had seen her in couture make up, fresh off the runway, through the screen of his phone, on billboards—and so many other ways. But nothing topped the moment he got to see her right off the plane after not seeing her for weeks at a time, he was almost certain it was when he felt she looked the most beautiful. Something about the way it made his heart do a little flip, seeing her for the first time in what felt like an eternity, reminding of him of when he saw her for the very first time all over again. Even if she felt she looked a little disheveled, or her eyes a little tired—it never lost the novelty—he didn’t think it ever would.

The corners of his mouth turned up. “I’m sorry,” he said, breaking free of her hold. “Feels like—” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “—I haven’t—” a kiss to her nose, “—seen you in forever—” a kiss to her cheek, “—and I just—” a kiss to her lips, “—really missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said through giggles. “But for real, let’s go inside. I’m getting bit by bugs—this is the one thing I never miss about here.”

“Okay, okay,” he finally conceded, helping her up from against the porch.

The two made the trek inside, Eren carrying her few belongings up the stairs, Mikasa following close behind him. “Hey, let me put this up for you and we can eat,” he said as they walked up the stairs. “I know you probably haven’t eaten since before your flight.”

“What’d you make for us?” She mused.

“Vodka pasta—without all the extra vodka,” he teased, referring to her poor cooking skills. “We can go out if you wanna get drunk, my love.”

Her face scrunched into a scowl. “That was one time! Are you ever gonna let that go? We can’t all be good cooks; I’m good at plenty of other things,” she pouted.

“I know you are,” he winked over his shoulder before walking toward the spare room down the hall from his own.

Mikasa stopped in front of his bedroom confused. “Hey, where are you going?” She asked.

“Oh, come in here!” He called from the other room. It only took a few moments before she appeared in the door frame, her brows furrowed in confusion. “I put your clothes in the closet in this room,” he said with an accomplished grin. “Now you have more space for all your clothes, and there’s an extra dresser in here too.”

He motioned toward the closet with her rows of clothes hanging neatly, almost organized exactly like how she had left it when it was in his closet. After almost a year of being together, she had amassed a collection of clothes in Eren’s closet after all the back and forth between New York and Texas, leaving little pieces of herself in the form of her closet here with Eren. Over time, her clothes had taken over Eren’s own closet, leaving him with little to no space of his own, his closet overrun with a collection of designer, couture, and PR—a thing he didn’t know existed prior to meeting Mikasa.

There were a few moments of silence before he saw her lip turn up, big steel eyes glossing over.

“O-oh, thank you, Eren,” she uttered, looking through the closet filled with her clothes, fingers threading through the perfectly arranged items, almost as if she had done it herself.

He eyed her with intent, questioning her sudden change in demeanor. It was always obvious when Mikasa was bothered by something, her emotions right on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Eren asked.

Mikasa bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes softening. “You don’t wanna share a closet with me anymore?”

A chuckle escaped his lips, her question catching him off guard. “Mikasa, you’re upset because I don’t wanna share a closet with you anymore?” He teased, walking toward her, bringing her into his hold. “I thought you’d like having your own space, you always hate when I leave all your stuff folded messy because I’m trying to find my stuff anyways,” he chuckled.

“W-well yea, but…” she started, her lip stuck between her teeth as she pondered how to phrase what it is she wanted to say. “I liked sharing one with you. It makes me feel like… like we’re more serious. Like I have a more permanent place here, I guess.”

His fingers tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, a smile stretching across his face. This is the woman he loves—always one for theatrics and antics he could never quite predict, but he wouldn’t have her any other way. “Mikasa, don’t you think that me giving you an entire room in my house shows how permanent I think you are in my life?” He mused. “I think that’s a bit more serious than the few feet of closet space you had before. This is your home too, so you should have a space that reflects that, more than just something that’s shared.”

“You’re gonna make me cry—I was just being dramatic at first. But now here you are being all sweet,” she laughed through teary eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Now let’s go eat—it’s been three weeks since you’ve had something other than Door Dash.”

“You’re terrible, you know that?”

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[🧸] Fireworks and Anxiety

In which the reader has anxiety over fireworks and any explosive sounds. Now that everyone is welcoming the new calendar year, people started to get festive and set off fireworks as part of the ceremony.

But of course, your beloved won't let you suffer from your dilemma.

Starring : Albedo, Alhaitham (Separate)

Tags / Warnings : 🧸 [Comfort] Mentions of guns and explosives; Implications of anxiety and/or trauma related to the sounds of fireworks (trauma could be from gunshots / explosives / accident related to fireworks / etc); Actually... It's like an auditory anxiety; The Genshin hubbies comfort me you through various means❤️; These are short scenarios only though 🥺; Also, Alhaitham is too blunt (?); Continued to write while sleepy and no proofreads from others; As per usual... Petnames (if it bothers you); Childe and Kaveh when?

Links : Pinned Post, Moral Support (Albedo)

Reader is gender neutral.

To whoever is reading, I hope you are doing well and please enjoy.

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🐇 Albedo

"My love, are you feeling comfortable? Would you like me to prepare you a cuppa? How about your pillows?" Albedo asked as he catered to your needs while you snuggled with a stuffed toy underneath the warm blanket of your shared bed.

Albeit shaking, you shook your head in response and smiled kindly at your lover. You felt lucky to have such an accommodating and caring boyfriend, seeing that he did his best to give you the best treatment during your anxiety attacks.

"I'm doing well, my love. Please don't worry," you whispered in a hushed tone and it was quite evident that something still made you anxious.

You were already recovering when a faint sound of explosion boomed from afar, immediately alerting you as you froze with a heightened sense of hearing. Albedo recognized this behavior of yours and stared at you with a concerned look on his face. Your distress over the sounds of fireworks were evident and seeing you skittish and uneasy state made him feel helpless to console you.

"My love, please relax. You're safe here in Dragonspine with me. There is nothing to be afraid of," Albedo said as he lovingly held you in his arms, caressing your back and patting your head in an attempt to comfort you. He wanted to tell you that you would not be harmed in any way and even the sound of Klee's loudest bomb-fishing explosives would not be able to reach his laboratory in the mountains.

You snuggled with Albedo and responded with a tight hug. You were aware the sounds of the fireworks were muted in Dragonspine. It was just that your anxiety heightened your senses on full alert that you were actually hearing explosives inside your head. However, your imaginative brain kept thinking there would be imminent danger that made you skittish.

"My love, you're here. You're safe...," Albedo whispered in your ears as he peppered your face with kisses.

Just a few more minutes and Albedo's calming potion would be ready. Hopefully, it should help your mind relax as he cuddled and comforted you. He was an alchemist after all and he would use everything in his arsenal just to keep you safe and happy.

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🐇 Alhaitham

The dark sky lit up with various attractive colors followed by the booming of fireworks ringing everywhere. Everyone welcomed the first hour of the new calendar year with loud noises and the poor you couldn't help but yelp and whimper from the thunderous sounds.

"They're just fireworks," Alhaitham remarked bluntly as if you weren't stressing over the noises.

"I know!" you hissed before squeaking from the fireworks that had just decorated the sky.

In moments like these you wished Alhaitham would be more empathetic over your feelings. However, Alhaitham could not grasp why or how you acquired your sudden auditory anxiety that he failed to console you.

Tilting your head away from Alhaitham's view, tears streamed down your face as you felt stupid and helpless over your emotions. Yes, you were aware that these were just fireworks but for some reason, the sound just makes you feel tensed. Meanwhile, Alhaitham observed you - analyzing your behavior while browsing through the catalog of knowledge in his mind as to how to help you in any way.

The two of you were too occupied when another set of fireworks brightened the night sky beautifully. To this, Alhaitham immediately held you in his arms as he knew you would enter another state of panic.

"Hey. Look at me," Alhaitham demanded, tilting your head while covering your ears from the fireworks.

You weren't able to conceal your tear-stained face and could only obey Alhaitham as you looked at his sharp eyes, your body shaking from the unwelcomed noises ringing in your ears.

"Tell me five things you can see," Alhaitham asked, this time his tone had a hint of concern and kindness.

"Five things...?" muddled, you asked in confusion and continued to stare at Alhaitham only to be answered with a firm nod and a gentle smile.

"Five things... I can see your eyes. Erm... There's a lamp on our table. Also, your book is on your lap while we are underneath our sheets. And then... I can see your smile? Does that count?" you replied meekly, hoping the five things you mentioned were enough for Alhaitham.

"That's good," Alhaitham hummed contentedly while caressing your cheeks lovingly. "How about four things you can touch?"

"Four things I can touch? Uhm... Your hands; the book; the blanket. And - uhm... Our pillow," you replied while getting a feel of the items you mentioned earlier.

"Heh... Alright. How about three things that you can hear?" Alhaitham added.

"I - I can hear the fireworks...!" you squeaked skittishly.

"What else?" was Alhaitham's patient reply.

"I - I can hear the people having fun. And - and your voice... You sound a lot kinder now," you answered, catching yourself melting in Alhaitham's hold.

"That's good... How about two things you can smell?" Alhaitham added, not minding the remark you mentioned about the lace of concern in his tone.

"Two things I can smell...," you hummed before sniffling in the air to which your eyes twinkled in delight. "I can smell your body wash and the fragrant incense you lit. Is it lavender this time?"

Alhaitham chuckled and nodded as he continued to caress your cheeks lovingly, his overall demeanor now more caring.

"Yes, it is lavender. Now the last question is a bit tricky. Give me one thing you can taste?" Alhaitham whispered.

"One thing I can taste?" you confirmed while trying to actually describe the flavor you had in your mouth.

But even before you could respond, Alhaitham brought his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss that made you momentarily block out the sounds of fireworks.

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To whoever is reading, thank you for your time. Here, have a snuggly stuffed toy 🧸.

I now feel sleepy enough and hopefully I really would be able to sleep.. 🥴🥺 Good night everyone. ❤️

Childe : "What about me???"

Me : "Shh... In due time... Good night, Ajax~ Good night, Kaveh~"

Edit : Oops! I forgot to remove Childe and Kaveh from the tags before posting this. 😅

Links : Pinned Post, Moral Support (Albedo)

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Ask from @bitchesforlife69 ! Edited and reposted. No clue why my phone went wild when I tried to correct something but, oh well.

"Could u write zdog x single mom reader who has to take her kid on the mission with them and zdog is watching them or something plz 🥺"

So excited for this one!

TW : mention of infertility

Zdinarsk was walking down the hall with her pack going to meet up with the other recoms when someone called out. “Excuse me? Can I get your help?” Her head swiveled around until she backtracked and poked her head into an office, seeing you, another blue human/Na’vi hybrid waving your fingers at her. She warily stepped in and saw a few packs set on the desk and then nearly tripped over a small wooden child’s toy.

You grimaced and said, “Sorry, they tend to get left everywhere. Thanks for stopping. I assume you’re part of the recom team?” A nod from Zdinarsk. You stuck out your hand to shake hers. “Y/N. I’ll be accompanying you today.”

She grasped your hand quickly and said, “Zdinarsk. These packs coming with us?”

You nodded. “Gotta have my supplies in case something happens.”

She cocked her head, ears twitching toward rustling under your desk.

You leaned down, arms reaching under and coming back up. Her eyes widened, seeing a small Na’vi body in your arms. The child wiggled against you, babbling and patting your face. He turned to Zdinarsk, intrigued by a new face and handed her his small toy car.

“Uh. Are they coming too?” she asked.

“He is my son. He goes where I go.” You clutched him close, soothing and picked up a wrap off the desk, twisting it and tying it around your body to hold him close.

She nodded and picked up the heaviest of packs, slinging it over her back. “So.. what’s your job?”

“Trauma surgeon when I was a human. That’s the reason they brought me around again. Figured my skills could be helpful especially if there’s any plan to go up against the Na’vi in the future. Just patch up the humans and send them back out again to mess things up again. He’s a bonus of the new body.”

Zdinarsk tilted her head, a bit confused but nodded, following you out of the room.

~~~

After meeting up with the group and introducing yourself, you hovered near Zdinarsk and climbed carefully into the helicopter. You packed the bags away and moved into your seat, putting a pair of headphones over your son’s ears. His face scrunched up, unhappy with the unfamiliar sensation and you cooed gently to him, tapping his nose with your finger. He gave you a bright toothy smile which you returned. You glanced up, feeling eyes on you and Zdinarsk met your gaze offering a kind smile.

~~~

When the helicopter landed, you climbed off, thanking the other recoms who had helped unload your packs. You slung yours over your shoulder, another on your back and Zdinarsk took the third. It definitely felt like overkill but if something happened, you’d be glad to have it.

You readjusted your son on your chest as he squirmed around. Zdinarsk waited for you to follow the group, her hands on her weapon pointed down. You fell into step beside her and she kept glancing your way, her presence impossible to ignore. “Is there something you want to say to me?”

She winced, embarrassed, and said, “Sorry. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I was just wondering how he got here?” She gestured to your son.

You grinned at her. “So I don’t know that you are aware of this, but I was the first recom. I had valuable skills and they wanted to see if it would work. Figured they’d give a test run on someone useful to them so if it succeeded then I could work closely with the recoms that came after. Then, they asked be if I’d be open to artificial insemination. I went for it. My human body wasn’t capable of conceiving and I was interested in having children at some point so I figured why the hell not? They did an egg retrieval pretty much the same way as you would back on Earth, combined it with male Na’vi DNA they used back then to make the avatars, put back it into me and boom. About a year later, this guy comes into the world. They wanted to see if these bodies would be capable of successful pregnancies and so.. here we are.”

Zdinarsk’s eyes widened as you finished your story. “Damn.”

“Pretty much!” You burst out laughing and she smiled at the way the sunlight came through the trees, highlighting the stripes on your face.

~~~

“So.. how do you feel in this body? I know as a soldier it’s been helpful to have more strength but I know it might be different for you.”

You glanced at your fingers, balling them into fists. “I feel a bit useless sometimes. There’s not much of a need for me at the moment, but I almost wish it would stay that way. I know I’m supposed to care more about humans.. but for about 2 years, I’ve been alone. A few people woke up earlier from cryo and my body had developed enough for it to be pulled and have my memories put in. So I was the only big blue around here. Until you guys.”

“Shit. You got pregnant pretty soon after you woke up, then?”

“Yeah, those days feel so hazy. I know I made the right choice for me and I can’t imagine not having him here.” You squeezed your son closer. “But I wish I could have had someone there with me. Who really understood how lost I felt at the time.”

She nodded, walking with you in companionable silence. Shouts broke the silence ahead and the two of you sped up a bit, coming into an area tangled with roots. Ja was sitting on the ground, his knuckles clenched, groaning. Wainfleet relayed that he had stepped into a sinking mossy area, fallen and twisted his ankle, breaking the skin on a sharp rock as he fell.

“My time to shine, I guess.” You put your pack down, pulling your suture kit and bandages out of it. Everyone else dropped their packs, taking a minute to be without the weight. You untied your wrap, laying it across your packs and held your son out to Zdinarsk. A panicked look crossed her face. “Please, will you hold him? Just while I suture and wrap Ja’s leg. You’ll be fine. I believe in you.”

Haltingly, with slightly trembling fingers, she reached for your son and pulled him to her chest, which he promptly snuggled into. You smiled and squeezed her shoulder. “I won’t be too long.”

Zdinarsk looked down at the small child in her arms, careful of his queue and bounced with him awkwardly. She hummed quietly, lost in thought. She’d always been fun aunt material, nowhere near ready to be a parent. Holy- her nieces and nephews had to be grown by now. She’d missed so much of their lives. Tears streamed down her face and she turned away from the group, wiping them.

She held your son closer to her chest, murmuring gently to him. After a little while she sat down to rest against a tree, propping him against her bent legs. He stared at her, wide-eyed and curious. His little hands gripped her thumbs and he squeezed so tight.

“Quite the grip, little guy.”

“Yeah, his mouth hurts like hell, too.”

She startled, not having heard you come up beside her. You wiped a few beads of sweat from your forehead and crouched beside them. Looking up at her, you noticed her eyes were swollen. “Hey, you okay? I’m sorry if I put too much pressure on you to hold him.”

“No, I promise it’s not that. I was just thinking about my family. How they probably don’t even know I’m alive and if they did… what would they even think?”

You nodded in understanding. “We are not who we were. This is our home now. Our world to protect. Our People.” You smiled down at your son, before your face hardened, looking back to hers. “It is only a matter of time before we are disposable to the humans. I will not allow that to be the world my son grows up in. He will never be a weapon wielded by another’s hand.”

Zdinarsk shuddered, chilled by your words.

~~~

You sat with Ja for most of the afternoon while everyone else mapped the area and learned more of the terrain. He was very sullen about getting hurt so early on. Thankfully, Na’vi bodies had a slightly faster rate of healing. Warren hovered nearby as protection if needed. Eventually, your son fell back asleep and you rocked him until it was time to go back.

~~~

Zdinarsk helped you with your bags on the way to your office, putting them on the countertop near your desk. You gathered up your shower bag and a foldable bassinet for your son to nap in.

“What are you doing?” You paused, turning at her voice, ears flattening.

“What do you mean? I’m going to shower.”

“And you take your kid with you?”

You frowned, tail flicking in irritation. “There isn’t exactly a Na’vi child daycare around here.”

“Well.. yeah you’re right but I mean, I could watch him.. if you’re okay with that?”

Your ears perked up. “Really??”

She nodded. “I know we don’t know each other well, but I’ve got some experience with my nieces and nephews and babies like me a little bit I think.”

You walked to her and squeezed her biceps, and a blush creeped up your ears as you felt the muscles under her skin. You shook your head to refocus and met her gaze. “I am seriously so thankful. I haven’t had much help and- anyway, I’m grateful. Come on.” You turned and walked to the door at the back of your office, opening it to a Na’vi size studio apartment.

You hurriedly cleaned your couch off. “Sorry. Obviously wasn’t expecting a guest.”

Zdinarsk waved you off, looking around the room, not expecting such a homey feel. She walked to a screen that rotated through photos. One came up with you right after birth, smiling at your son. Her chest buzzed with warmth and she turned back to you.

“Here’s the remote. Watch whatever you want if you want. Toilet is over there if you need it. Just press the red panel on the wall to open the door. I love this space for us but it’s pretty inconvenient they couldn’t fit a shower in it too. I’ve got him in this crib, if you’ll just sit with him, he sleeps pretty well and I’ll be back in a bit. Thank you so much.”

~~~

It had been an everything shower. You were scrubbed, renewed and felt like you were floating down the hallway. You opened the door to your apartment quietly and smiled softly when you saw the scene inside. Zdinarsk's hand was resting against the bars of the crib. Your son's fingers were stretched to touch hers and his other hand was balled into a small fist. Zdinarsk was asleep, head lolling back on the couch, mouth open.

You covered her up with a blanket and sat beside her to read on your tablet, turning the light down so it wouldn't bother her. She leaned in closer to you, head rolling onto your shoulder. You started to shift and she mumbled grumpily in her sleep, curling into your side. You huffed softly and settled beside her, pulling the blanket over you as well. As you sat, hearing your baby's quiet coos and felt Zdinarsk's warm breath on your neck, you wondered what a family could look like in this strange world that had become your home.