#his arm sleeve 🥰🥰 he is so cute

[jrueships]

THATS NOT NOICE >:[ 👨🏽‍🎨 🇫🇷🥖*SMACKS*

[ma1dita]

Hi Jo! So excited for your monster mash 🥰 Can I get one ticket for the graveyard mash starring Spencer Reid with a 🍫 and 🌭 please. Thank you!

freaks come out at night

[STARRING: SPENCER REID x reader ; “Really? Now? God, you have terrible timing.” “Please just play along.”] wc: 1.9k warnings: MDNI — afab!reader, semi-public van sex, choking with a belt, no protection p in v, totally against regulation, errrr i saw discourse that spencer doesn’t fuck but with the amount of smut on this hellsite… yeah right. anyways. that man is a freak. consent is sexy, enjoy. title from the whodini song

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“Excuse me? Mr. Officer?”

Your heels clacking against the pavement catches Reid & Morgan’s attention. It’s dark on the street you’re on, the shadows of your face illuminated by the red and blue hues of light from the squad cars that surround the house where the unsub was apprehended. They've been on this case for a week, and everyone’s ready to shake hands and go home. And so are you, it seems; your confidence always gets you into difficult situations; however, asking cops for a ride home instead of staying with the creep at the club sounds like a better idea.

“Hi sweetheart, what’s wrong? This is a crime scene,” Morgan croons smoothly, leaning against the van as he looks you up and down, “you don’t look like you belong here.” It’s condescending almost, the suave tenor of his voice making you feel like you’re being talked down on.

All you want to do is go home, charge your phone, and go to bed. Spencer is too busy fidgeting with the buttons on his dress shirt as he rolls his sleeves back down to look more professional. But it’s hard to impress a pretty girl in a sparkly dress at three in the morning, especially when you don’t even glance his way.

“Yeah, there’s been this guy following me for a few blocks now. Can I get one of you to drive me home? It’s not too far,” you say dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest as the wind picks up. You shiver slightly, hands brushing the skirt of your dress down. Someone calls their attention from near the house, closing down the investigation and Morgan nods lightly with Spencer looking into the distance behind you, trying to find the person giving you trouble.

“Who’s giving you a problem? Want me to talk to him?”

He means it so earnestly, but nothing about Spencer Reid screams intimidating. Tweed blazer, clubmaster glasses, and Converse adorning his frame—-he looks like the kids you knew got bullied in middle school. It makes you giggle, “No offense, you’re not scary, Mr. Officer. Please just play along and let me ride it out.” Morgan hides a smile behind his shoulder and claps Reid on the back as if to say, all yours, pretty boy. You’re pointing at the black van, tapping it with your hand, “This one okay?” But you’ve already opened the door to the passenger seat and climbed in, dress riding up your thighs and giving them a view of your underwear. He swallows hard, looking at his friend who will surely never let him live this down, “Wanna come? I don’t like driving.”

Morgan rolls his eyes at how dumb the smartest man he knows can be when it comes to women, “Just get in the van and take her home, Reid. I’ll meet you back at the hotel.” The car keys are thrown (ie. fumbled) into Spencer’s hands as he sighs and walks around the front of the vehicle, mumbling, “Actually, I’m a doctor…”

“Your badge says you’re an agent,” you quip, watching him slide in and start the ignition. He turns the car lights on, looking your way as he pulls out onto the street, “I’m both.” 

Impressive.

Giving him the directions, you sit back and admire the profile of his face in the dark. He’s cute, you suppose—pushing his glasses up to avoid the glare of passing headlights, nose scrunched up in concentration as he tries to not let his mind wander while you tell him about your night.

“Yeah, and then after he was being nice to me, he groped me on the dancefloor. I mean, what a jerk! Can you imagine that, Doctor?”

“Spencer,” he mumbles, making you hum in acknowledgment. And no he cannot. He’s really trying not to. You’re expressive when you speak, hands flying in the air and touching everywhere from the dashboard, to his arm, and then his thigh. His hands clench around the steering wheel, wondering how you’re able to be so blunt with a complete stranger.

“You look like a Spencer.”

“Do I?”

Crossing your legs and leaning against the window to face him more, you look sinful in the passing shadows that blur behind your head. He blinks, reminding himself that he’s in control of the car, and redirects his focus on the road.

“Yeah. Too bad I’m not into nice guys,” you smirk, biting your lip, “Nice guys try to fuck me in public without even asking, apparently.” The car swerves the slightest bit, and neither of you says anything until he pulls into your apartment parking lot.

“Right here should be fine.”

He puts the car into park, lights flicking on as he unlocks the doors and the only thing you can see is his boner straining through the material of his slacks. The sheer sight of it and the hilarity of the situation make you bark out in laughter, “Really? Now? After I tell you about my shitshow of a night, you get hard after hearing that?” His cheeks redden in the dim light as he folds his hands in his lap, sputtering out a response, “I d-didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”

“I’m not like him, I promise!” But you’re already getting out of the van and Spencer quickly files this into the section of his brain where he keeps suppressed memories because this is humiliating for him, actually— and then you’re opening the door to the backseat.

“Not like what, Spencer?”

His brows furrow as he watches you, frozen and calculating every possible way that tonight will go because it’s rare that Spencer Reid is surprised— “What?”

“Are you a nice guy, or are you a creep?”

And he pushes his glasses up, expression pressed into something you can’t read—maybe it’s something they’ve taught him in the FBI, you think, and he clears his throat, insisting, “I’m a nice guy. I’m one of the good guys.”

“You have terrible timing. Are you moving back here or not? I’m not fucking you in my apartment. I barely know you after all.”

So your confidence does put you into difficult situations. 

But you never thought it would get you bent over and fucked in the back seat of a cruiser with half your body sprawled over the center console. It’s a tight fit, your slick skin sliding against the leather and you don’t suppose a nice guy would do half the things Spencer is doing to you now, and his big hands are gripping the fat of your hips as he watches you bounce on his thick cock with bated breath.

The difference between him and other ‘nice guys’ you’ve encountered is that he’s verbal with his wants and makes sure that you’re enjoying yourself—and despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head and fervent moans, you’re still not sure he believes you.

“Ngh—fuck! Just like that…” you whine as he takes control, maneuvering you so that he can pull you up and down by his hold on your forearms. Spencer eagerly lifts his hips to meet yours, his length pistoning into your tight hole, the sound of skin and squelch echoing through the vehicle as he groans loudly, “This okay? Does this…feel good?”

“More! Mmm…harder, Spencer…I—”

“Not what I was asking, pretty,” he pants, thrusting into your soaked pussy with a jolt and stopping. Your cheek smacks against the gear shift and you cry, knees going weak at the sound of his voice, “I said, is this okay?”

“Yes! Stop asking!”

He slams into you again at the sound of your agreement, your belly hitting the console and squeezing around his cock as you lay there almost begging for him to do it again. But spit drips down the side of your mouth, along with the words you can’t string into a coherent sentence. The material of your dress is bunched around your torso, and his hands slither up your spine, feeling the way you breathe under his touch; you can’t see him from here but you know he’s smiling.

“I need to hear it, pretty girl,” he coos, tracing the letters of his name across your shoulder blades, and all you can do is laugh.

“Yes, your cock feels really good,” you hum, looking back at him and biting your lip, “In fact, you could go harder. You’ddo that for me, wouldn’t you, Mr. Nice Guy?”

“Doctor Reid…” 

He’s breathing heavily at your stare, noting the streaks of mascara down your cheeks and how your eyes seem to glint at him in the moonlight. So he yanks you up into the backseat with him, pressing you into the same position; ass up and face down and you shiver at the sound of his belt buckle clinking in the dark, “What are you doing?” you mumble, catchingyour breath while you can.

“M’gonna choke you if that’s okay.” 

It sounds so innocent coming out of his mouth and you’re grinning at the feeling of leather wrapping around your neck, fastened tight but not so much so that you’ll asphyxiate. You know he’ll be taking your breath away regardless, and he’s whispering into the shell of your ear, asking if you’re comfortable and pressing a soft kiss that feels incandescent against your skin.

One of Spencer’s hands spreads your cheeks open for his dick to make its way through your warm flesh, arching your back into his hold as the other hand tugs on the belt to pull you up. The choked sound that leaves your lungs is so filthy he has to try not to cum right then and there. 

“Please,” you whine, wiggling your hips as your hand slips down the glass pane, “Need you to fuck me.” Every inch that slides in has you moaning louder, and Spencer’s the one laughing now, “Should I still ask if you’re doing okay?”

“Oh…Just fuck me already Spencer!”

His jaw clenches as he starts fucking himself into your warmth, one hand on your shoulder and the other wrapped around his belt making you wheeze. Your ass shakes with the car, the force of his cock pounding into you with vigor, and Spencer moans, “F-fuck! You’re shaking…” His balls clap against the plump of your body as your throat feels the pressure of his efforts, and big hands pull you into a seated position so he can get a better look at your face. It’s puffed up with the lack of air and your pupils are unfocused, fucked stupid, and happy at the feeling of his rigid cock against the soft of your walls, mumbling incoherently as your eyes connect.

“Yes, yes, yes…So fucking deep…”

Spencer slides his hand around your torso, putting his fingers beneath sweaty fabric so he can touch your skin, thumb rubbing against your belly button and tongue licking up the side of your collarbone, still rocking into you as he loses it, finally letting go of the belt. You fall over with a shaking gasp and hear him groan, hot spurts of cum painting your motionless back. Noticing the car windows are foggy, you smile to yourself. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into? Reaching down to grab your underwear, you stop when you feel Spencer delicately wiping his cum off you with a handkerchief.

“Mmm. You really are a nice guy.”

He helps you readjust your clothes first before his, “I told you that.” It’s quiet in the car again, and you’re not sure what to say, but there’s no point in being shy now.

“You wanna see my apartment?” you muse, smiling sweetly at him, and he quirks his brow, “I thought you didn’t let strangers into your apartment.”

“I think we’re past that, don’t you?”

Spencer doesn't make it back to the hotel until right before check out the next morning.

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ma1dita's monster mash is closed for requests but ongoing for the rest of october!

[hoe4hotchner]

Rebecca!!! Can i request Aaron Hotchner + taking care of his kid (girl or boy) who is sick and super clingy but in a cute way ? and just him being a soft, cute dad? 🥰 thaank you!🩷

Under the weather | [A.H]

Pairing: Girl dad!Hotch | WC: 0.7k | CW: Undisclosed illness, fever, emotional vulnerability…. fluff

A/N: Raph!!! This turned out so cute!!!! OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH. Also dying a little at girl dad!hotch

Aaron Hotchner was no stranger to long nights. Sleepless hours in the office, mountains of paperwork, or lingering over cases that refused to crack — those, he could handle. But the sight of his daughter curled up on the couch under a quilted blanket her grandma had made, her flushed cheeks pressed against her favorite stuffed animal, was something entirely different.

She looked so small, her cheeks standing out against her otherwise pale complexion. She was young but already had her father’s stubborn determination — she’d tried to insist earlier that she wasn’t sick, that she could still go to kindergarten. The glassy look in her eyes and her pitiful cough had told him otherwise.

Aaron put down the cup of lukewarm tea he’d made for her and crouched beside her. The weight of his knees pressing into the carpeted floor didn’t bother him nearly as much as the sight of her miserable expression.

"Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft enough not to startle her.

She blinked slowly, her big, watery eyes fixing on him like he was some weird creature. She sniffled and let out the tiniest whimper before reaching up a hand, her fingers trembling as they clutched at the sleeve of his shirt.

"Daddy," she croaked, her voice was barely audible through her scratchy throat.

Aaron’s heart twisted at the sound. He reached out, brushing gently over her damp forehead. Her fever wasn’t dangerously high, at least not high enough for him to rush her to the ER (yet), but it was enough to sap her energy.

"I’m here, baby," he reassured her. "How are you feeling?"

Her bottom lip trembled before she whispered, "Bad."

Aaron didn’t hesitate to lean closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I know, sweetheart," he said gently. "But we’re going to get you feeling better, okay? Want to cuddle for a bit?"

She nodded immediately, her tiny arms stretching toward him. It was rare for her to be this clingy; usually, she was an independent little whirlwind, who needed constant supervision when out, or else she would wander off. Yet tonight she was all fragility and softness.

Without hesitation, Aaron slid his arms under her, lifting her as carefully as he could, almost as if she were made of porcelain. The quilt wrapped around her slipped slightly, and he tugged it back into place, cocooning her in its warmth. She burrowed against his chest, her cheek pressing into his shoulder, her breaths coming in uneven little puffs against his neck.

"You’re warm," she mumbled, her voice muffled by his shirt.

Aaron chuckled softly, adjusting her weight so her head rested against the crook of his neck. "That’s because you’re a little heater right now," he teased his tone was light despite the ache he felt seeing her like this.

He carried her to the armchair by the living room window, settling into it carefully so she wouldn’t be jostled. The chair creaked faintly under him, but she didn’t seem to notice. She curled into him like a kitten, her arms winding around his neck as if letting go wasn’t an option. Her bunny was wedged between them, its stitched smile poking out from under her chin.

Aaron leaned back, one hand supporting her while the other ran through her soft, damp hair in slow, rhythmic strokes. Her sniffles quieted, and he could feel her body begin to relax against him, though the occasional raspy cough reminded him that she wasn’t out of the woods yet.

"Daddy?" she murmured.

"Yes, my love?" he answered immediately, his lips brushing the crown of her head.

"Will you stay with me forever?"

The question was so small, so heartbreakingly sincere, that Aaron felt his chest tighten. He cradled her just a little closer, his hand rubbing gentle circles on her back.

"Always," he said softly, his voice firm despite the lump forming in his throat. "I’ll always be here for you. No matter what."

She sighed, a content little sound that warmed him even as she snuggled deeper into his chest. "Promise?" she whispered, already teetering on the edge of sleep.

Aaron rested his cheek against her hair, the faint scent of her strawberry shampoo still lingering from her bath earlier despite the sweat from her fever. "I promise.".

As he rocked her gently back and forth. His phone buzzed on the coffee table — a work message, no doubt — but he didn’t even glance at it.

Work could wait. The world could wait.

Tonight, all that mattered was his little girl in his arms, and he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

[cutielando]

the last social media au was so cute!! maybe one where george’s gf is a famous romance book author and when they make the relationship public his friends cannot believe posh “arms against the wall 2023 intro package pose” george could be the inspiration for all the smutty scenes his gf is famous for (only if your comfortable of course!)

romance is in her books | george russell

social media au

synopsis: in which you write romance books

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yourusername working on something very special 🌸

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george 🩵

i might have just fucked up

y/n ❤️

you're hopeless

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do you think people saw the comment?

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judging by the way my phone has been blowing up, i think they have

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i'm sorry, my love

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it's okay, don't worry. now we can mess with the fans for a bit ;)

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yourusername “racing hearts” is now yours, my lovelies. this book holds a very dear place in my heart and i hope that it will speak to you like it spoke to me when i first started writing it. thank you to everyone who came to the book signing yesterday, you make my life all that more special ✨❤️🌸💞

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georgerussell63 beautiful book, who were you thinking about when you wrote it?🤔

yourusername you know, just a random Brit

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user1 never beating the dating allegations now

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user3 George is the luckiest man in the world😭😭

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can u do a ben shelton fix where we get jealous as his gf and he realises and finds it cute xx🥰

jealous, jealous, jealous girl

🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒a ben shelton oneshot ﹒ ᶻ ᶻ

𝐚/𝐧: i love this request omg!! wrote this as a blurb and then got carried away… anyway enjoy lovelies xxx

requests are always open <3

in which: ben can’t help but love when you get possessive, which, with his line of work, is often.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none!

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: jealous - eyedress

the afternoon light seeped through the windows, and into the fancy café were ben sat, opposite you. it wasn’t often he got to take you out on really posh dates, with his job and the constant travel that came with it. but, whenever the opportunity struck, he would take it, and god, he made it worth it.

he’d dressed to the nines for you, showing up in his best cornflower blue button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his favourite fancy trousers, and his least-casual pair of sneakers (black and white adidas sambas, obviously).

he sat opposite you in the café he let you choose, twirling his wine glass gently in his hand.

“… this tastes like ass.” he said eventually, watching the clear liquid slosh back and forward to the movement of his hand, almost hypnotised.

“maybe don’t get the cheapest wine they’ve got, then. you don’t even like white wine.” you retorted, but you can’t hide your smile as you watch your boyfriend try the drink (for the fifth time), just to grimace and make stupid faces again.

before he could respond, you both heard the familiar giggles. two girls, maybe early twenties, had began to approach your table, clearly recognising ben. they snuck up to the table, giggling and whispering, as ben shot you an apologetic glance.

they never properly approached the table, but walked past the two of you, slowing down to giggle in ben’s direction. their whispers become obnoxiously loud as they skipped by.

“oh my god he’s even prettier in real life!”

“do you reckon he’s single?”

“what if he’s with that girl?”

“his arms are so hot oh my god!”

“d’you reckon he’s as good in bed as he looks?”

you bit the inside of your cheek as they finally passed, using all your patience and self control to not say anything. unable to resist, you sent them a glare. and if looks could kill, they’d be six feet under. you took another sip of your gross cheap wine, watching them like a hawk as they sat on the other side of the café.

as much as you’d hoped otherwise, your jealousy did not go unnoticed. ben let out a stifled chuckle as he watched you, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“you’re jealous.” he stated simply.

“what? no. i just … would rather they kept their comments to themselves.” you responded, just as quickly.

“not appreciating my fans?” he asked in mock innocence, resting his head in his hand as he fluttered his eyelashes at you. his big, brown eyes bored into yours.

you rolled your eyes at his teasing, in an attempt not to give in to his puppy eyes. “not when your fans prefer your face to your tennis.”

“but you prefer my face to my tennis.” he replied immediately.

“but i’m your girlfriend. so it’s allowed.”

he raised his other eyebrow at that, before laughing again. “you’re so cute when you’re jealous.” he said between laughs.

you glared at him again, shovelling a spoon full of pasta into your mouth. “stop changing the subject.” you huffed as you swallowed the mouthful.

he chuckled, and raised his hands in mock surrender. “sorry!” he said with a laugh. “can’t help it if you’re cute.”

“you’re still changing the subject.”

he fluttered his eyelashes at you again. “can’t help it if you keep distracting me with your cuteness.”

you rolled your eyes at his blatant attempt to sweet talk you. the giggles fade away as the girls leave the café, and you give your boyfriend a pointed look.

“i’m gonna make you pay for this.” you said, taking a sip of your wine. you sat, appreciating the silence in the girls’ absence, before ben responded with a smirk.

“in cuddles, preferably.”

[nadvs]

thinking of rafe and cheerleader reader having a baby, and just dressing them up in his nba team merch on courtside and all the fans are obsessed

based on this fic

SO CUTE omg and she would definitely have a little newborn-size jersey of the team he plays for with his last name custom-made to announce it to him!! she’d record it secretly and then show him and then he’d forbid her from posting it because he cries in it 🤭

when the press finds out, a reporter mentions a congratulations to him on a post-game courtside interview, and rafe actually tears up and is so humiliated lol but she thinks it’s so sweet.

then they find out it’s twins. once the babies are old enough, she brings them to some of rafe’s games in cameron jerseys and the fans eat it up because it’s so adorable.

and basketballplayer! rafe is the type to get all tatted up with sleeves on both arms. first thing he gets is her name and his kids’ names 🥰

[noroi1000]

Can you do one with Gojo and his really tiny newborn daughter ( I’m feeling a bit nostalgic because my niece)

When Gojo meet his daughter for the first time. He really taken back because how tiny she is. He like y/n sweetie where is the rest of her? In sweet way of course.

Her tiny little hands can’t even rap her his finger

Even the newborn baby clothes that he got for her don’t fit her. They have to roll up the little sleeves on her onesie😭

He show his baby to everyone and said look how cute she is and how small she is. Also keep asking Shoko is he baby a normal size for a newborn baby and she like yes Gojo.

He just loves his little girl so much.

Basically a really fluffy request Noroi and also Noroi if get any idea or scenarios please feel free to the request the more fluff the merrier🥰

Just really want to see Gojo being all cute with baby girl and wife🥰

Little Loved One

Summary: Gojo have very little daughter.

"I'm late! Sorry!" Your husband ran into the room, not caring to be quiet.

You didn't blame him for being late. Nothing happened. You knew he would be here as soon as he found out about it.

He quickly took off the blindfold and came closer, looking at your condition.

It was obvious that you were tired. But the sparkle in your eyes only proved that you were also happy.

"Where is she?" he asked you, looking around.

"You'll see her in a moment." You said with a smile and reached for his hand, then feeling his fingers gently hold you.

He took a chair and sat it next to your bed, running his fingers over your hand and the wedding ring you were wearing.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. Everything's ready." Another woman entered the room with a small bundle in a blanket. She came to your side, placing the baby in your arms.

Her every step was carefully watched by your husband.

"Are you the father?" she asked with a smile, and then suddenly realized the similarity of his appearance and that of a small child. "Congratulations."

She gave you another smile as she left.

And with his help, you sat up on the bed differently and moved closer to him, showing your little sleeping face. The little girl's slightly pink skin seemed so soft just by looking at it.

His eyes scanned his daughter as she lay there.

He reached out a finger to lightly caress her cheek.

He always thought that babies who were just born were ugly. So pink and they don't move. And they just cry. But not even an hour after she was born, his daughter was so sweet. Fine white hair on her head and only slightly pink skin. And suddenly the child's hand reached for his finger. The tiny hands couldn't wrap around his finger.

"She's so small." he said, moving closer.

"Do you want to hold her?" you asked.

"Me?" He pointed at him.

"Who else? You're her daddy."

"This... What if..."

"Satoru." you interrupted his uncertainty. "She's your baby. Nothing will happen."

With a bit of uncertainty, he stretched out his arms, catching the baby.

She seemed even smaller in his hands! It was as if he could hold it in his hands and there would be enough space.

That's why he was afraid that he might tighten his hand too much or do something wrong and hurt her. With his little child, he can't be the strongest. He must be careful and gentle.

He smiled at the sight of her next to him, and when she moved slightly, he laughed.

How could such a little thing cause you so much trouble for so many months? Even though she was smaller compared to him, she was tiny. How could such a little girl keep you up at night? How could such little legs kick you from the inside?

"Have you named her yet?" he asked, grabbing her hand with two fingers, watching as her tiny fingers tightened on his nail.

"I thought maybe you would want to." You reached up to her head, stroking her little white hair.

And after a moment's thought, he spoke up.

"...Aiko?" He looked at you, waiting for your reaction.

"Aiko... Gojo Aiko. Do you like it?" You smiled. "What does that mean?"

"You could say Little Loved One."

He suddenly gained courage and kissed her forehead.

"Welcome to the Gojo family. My little Aiko."

  "I didn't know you'd be happy with my baby, Utahime." He laughed, leaning against the baby stroller, watching the woman's hand gently touch her little hand.

"Your child is not you. I can't believe this little angel could be like you. Her name?"

"Aiko."

"Even if I could deny it, I see that you are the father..." She looked at the white hair and long white eyelashes.

Gojo is so beautiful, so you both knew that your daughter would be beautiful.

Her daddy is a little overprotective. And you can be sure that her teenage years will be strange.

Satoru who chases all the boys away from his little daughter. This will be a sight you won't regret seeing.

It's all ahead of you, but you know that your daughter will attract a lot of eyes. Just like Satoru. But there will be someone to protect her.

Daddy's little girl.

Because now you constantly see him walking around with her, never leaving her for a moment. It was a lovely sight.

"She's so tiny. Was she born earlier than she should have been?"

"Shoko..." Gojo exclaimed, wanting her to explain.

"Everything is fine with her. But she's just a little smaller than she should be. She should make up for it as she grows. She's just smaller, but there's nothing to worry about."

"That's good. But I'm worried about what kind of father she has." She growled, a vein throbbing in her forehead.

"Hey Hey! I am the perfect father!" he said loudly and suddenly reached for his little daughter in the stroller when she woke up because of him. "Look at that little sweet face! She's happy to have a daddy like me!"

Cuddling Aiko against his broad chest he watched as her eyes opened and he looked at her. Her arms reached out to him as she let out a slightly dissatisfied moan.

"Aww, daddy is here." he moved her higher, watching with glee as her arms flailed around awkwardly. "Don't worry. Daddy will take care of you."

Walking into the room, you wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling lightly into his side.

Your husband simply loves your family so much.

"It's delicious, isn't it?!" he laughed, giving a spoonful of food to Aiko and she started laughing.

Long legs kneeling next to the baby chair as he fed her.

You couldn't be jealous of your child. He gave a lot of attention to your daughter. But did it matter? She is your child. And you love her just the same. It's impossible not to love this baby.

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"Hmm... I thought the clothes would fit this time." He groaned sadly, watching as the sleeves on your child's arms were too long.

"We'll go buy smaller ones. These will come in handy later." You stroked his arm soothingly, leaning into the kiss he gave you.

"I'm waiting for her to grow. My little one~."

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"Look at her! She's so cute!!!!" His voice was howling as invisible arrows pierced his heart.

Your daughter just hugged a teddy bear that was almost bigger than her.

Isn't it perfect to see your husband with your daughter?

He who is constantly taking photos.

A man who was afraid to take her in his arms because he was afraid he would break her. Now he could take her everywhere with him. Because he doesn't want to leave your side.

The old worries about your daughter being tiny disappeared as she started to grow. She started to be like a normal child her age. Even though she was still tiny in your husband's hands.

He couldn't help but love his family.

Gojo's family is not so small anymore. Now he has two people he loves more than life itself.

And only one question appeared in his mind as he held his sleeping daughter in his arms.

"Honey, could we have another baby like this in the future?"

[klttn]

hellooo i hope you’re having a nice time i have a request if you are interested in writing it ? :D i wanted to ask about thoughts on Vox with a bimbo reader ?? i highkey loved your Alastor one (thanks to whoever suggested 🙏) & i honestly just love the idea of a cute ditzy gf with her sophisticated older bf 💞😫

P.S we’re mutuals now omg thank you for that honor 🥹🥰 keep writing good stuff !!

~🧸🍃

𐙚 ⋆˚ 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 ⋆ ｡ ྀི

— 𝜗𝜚 vox x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : sophisticated older bf vox with his cute ditzy bimbo gf. nsfw. smut. age gap. slight power play. dumbification. daddy kink. lots of praise. size difference.

age gaps. not something vox thought he’d ever be interested in. but, when a pretty young thing like you came stumbling at his feet begging for safety and promising him your mind, body and soul in return. how could he say no?

it was supposed to be an ownership of sorts, you were supposed to just be another bimbo he owned. someone he could use and abuse under his power, nothing but another pawn. however, all that changed the minute he asked you to put your pretty lips on his. he couldn’t deny the tug he felt in his heart and his cock when your lips met, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, which only made it all the more enticing — considering his age.

speaking of experience, he certainly showed you the lack of yours. bringing you new pleasures you could only dream of. he took delight in coercing you, molding you to be his perfect girl. neither of you could argue with how thrilling it was, the looks, the stares, famous overlord vox and his cute ditzy bimbo that he’d drape over his arm.

sure there’d be some that would disagree, silently of course, not to piss of the man. but it was hell, there was far worse than a couple with a legal age gap. hell, vox had done far worse than that. and happily so. he just adored being your older man.

vox’s cuff links clattered on his desk, groaning as he rolled his sleeves up his arms. “where’s my little girl?” he keened, loosening his tie and taking his blazer off. his voice was loud and slightly strained after constant online meetings but sure enough, you heard him.

a small head poked around the corner, peering through his office door in your shared home. “hiii.” a big smile on your face as he beckoned you over, sighing but smiling at his cute girl.

“daddy could really use you right now, baby.”

you frowned, following his call to go over to him. “you look, stressed,” his hands now guiding your hips into climbing atop his lap, “i hate seeing you like this.” your brows furrowed but he wasn’t paying attention, he was too focused on his hands on your hips and his shirt draping off your shoulders.

“so cute when you’re worried about me,” vox hummed, finally looking up at you, admiring the soft pouty expression on your face. “look at you, looking all tiny in my shirt, all sleepy and small.”

you blushed, kissing his screen where his nose should be, causing him to laugh. he let his hands wonder your body, slowly lifting your top up over your hips. “come on, voxy, come to bed with me, please.” that earned you a sigh.

“baby, you know i can’t, i’ve got work to do,” you rolled your eyes, “just wanted to see my little girl for a bit.” his hands were stroking your bare hips and waist, pausing for second to look, “naughty girl, no panties?” you shook your head, proud of yourself.

“please, just a little break,” you fluttered your eyelashes, cutely batting them in front of the older man, “for me?”

he shifted his hands, pulling up the fabric over your tits and resting it there, taking a handful. “oh fuck it,” he groaned, rolling his neck back. “you’re a nuisance, little girl,” a soft slap landed on your chest, tits bouncing at the abuse causing you to whimper. “knowing i couldn’t deny such a pretty young thing in my lap like this?”

another moan slipped past your lips, “vox..”

a soft hum left vox’s mouth, pushing his hips into you, letting you feel his hard on in his slacks against your bare pussy as he continued groping your soft body. “how would you feel about riding me, baby?” cocky smile forming on his screen, “daddy’s been working so hard, why don’t you show your old man what he’s taught you, show him how good you can ride his cock now.”

your lips parted, pushing your hips down onto vox, cheeks turning pink as you looked away, “can— can you put it in- please?”

vox cooed at the sight in front of him. such a dependant thing. he loved that. “silly, silly girl, i know you get dumb fast when daddy’s around but now you’re just being stupid. how can i fill you up when im still in these baby?” he moved his hands from gliding your skin to force you to palm his dick, pre cum staining his slacks.

you gripped your bottom lip with your teeth, shifting your hands to vox’s belt, unbuckling the leather agonisingly slowly, “stop teasing, little girl.” a sharp smack landed your thigh. when his belt was off, vox took it out your hands, leaving you to unbutton his slacks and zip them down, pulling his cock free from its confines and letting it spring free. “let’s get me inside that sweet pussy of yours.” he growled, lifting your hips and sliding you down onto his thick length “fuck, baby, no matter how many times i fuck your little cunt it’s still so fucking tight.”

your hands gravitated towards vox’s chest, bracing yourself on the white fabric there, clawing handfuls of his shirt, “so big..” you whispered in a muted whimper. “too big.”

“awh come on baby, what’s a matter? daddy’s got you that ditzy already? you’re so cute when you’re full to the brim with my cock.” with a soft thrust of his hips, he had you whining, “no going that dumb on me baby, show daddy how you can ride.”

you weakly started bouncing in vox’s lap, mewling as his cock pulsed in and out of you. a sigh of relief rushed through him, god your cunt felt amazing. his arms fell to your thighs, rubbing and squeezing them. “good girl, just like that, just like i taught you.”

rolling your hips, you started getting desperate, addicted to the feeling on him inside you, bouncing and grinding like you were made to, eyes closed and mouth gaped. vox’s eyes were glued to you, watching you do all the work, all the pleasure taking you over. he smirked grabbing his shirt that fell back down, pulling the hem up and resting it in your mouth. “hold this for me, babygirl, let me see that pretty little body of yours.”

your eyes fluttered open, glossed over with tears of pleasure, drool already beginning to soak the fabric in your mouth. he feels so good, big veiny dick pushing against your walls and spreading you til your seeing stars. muffled moans spewed from your lips as you got closer n closer to cumming. your nails now digging crescent moons into vox’s chest.

vox was grunting and groaning with every bounce, his hands tracing every inch of you, thriving off the way your tits bounce every time you buck up. revelled in knowing he taught you how to do this, just how he liked it. he was getting closer too, hard not to with such a view of your perfect body.

it wasn’t long til your libido started to falter, bounces getting sloppy and hips getting tired. “doing so good for daddy, little one, keep riding, that’s it, good girl.”

your whole body was flushed the prettiest shade of pink, jumping up and down in vox’s lap, it was so embarrassing how desperate you were, but you couldn’t keep going for long, needed vox to take the lead, finish you both off. the cotton slipped from your lips, panting and whining now evident. “please, please daddy, can’t anymore,” you breathed out inbetween moans, “need you to do it, make me cum.”

vox’s large hands came wrapping around you, picking you up and stilling you before you could continue any further, your legs instinctively wrapping around his slender waist, arms latching around his neck, “hold on tight, pretty girl, daddy’s gonna fuck you up against his desk real quick.”

your back felt the harsh coolness of the wood as he rest you there, your arms falling to splay over the scattered paperwork and screens. it didn’t matter if you broke any, he owned the company they were from after all.

“please, vox, please, i wanna feel it, wanna cum and be filled,” you begged, using your heals to push his hips further into yours, creating a new angle that was euphoric, his thrusts controlled and steady, focusing that pretty bundle of nerves. your glassy eyes slipped back as your tongue fell from your lips, out of it and reeling in the pleasure. “please i’m so close, please, please, i just wanna cum, please.”

“so cute, little girl, but that’s not my name is it?”

you could barely focus on anything but him, looming over you, covering your body with his own, large hands either side of your head. his forearms veiny, shirt threatening to rip at his bulging muscles. “say my name, babygirl.”

it came out as a moan, breathless and needy, “daddy-“ you sounded like porn, lewd and everything vox needed out of you.

“good girl.”

you were so close, so so close, the only thing stopping you was permission. “please daddy, can i cum? please i’ve been so good, please.”

a sadistic like chuckle left vox’s lips, he loved you begging for him, god the power was thrilling, sure he owned your soul and could force it out of you but seeing you like this, willing, by your own hand, fuck, that was hot. “cum for me, pretty girl and show me that pretty face you make when daddy ruins you.”

your back arched, leaving the desk as vox continued his assault, keeping you in place through your orgasm. “that’s my girl.” your moans turned to whimpers, overstimulation taking over fast and hard, mewling and writhing in his hold. “no no baby, stay there, thats it, that’s a good girl, fuck, daddy’s gonna cum too, just, shit, let me keep using you.” vox’s hips were stuttering, pace irratic and uneven. a band had snapped and now you had cum he didn’t give a fuck about anything but his own climax.

your pussy squeezed impossibly tight around him, milking him and drawing a loud groan and shout as he spilled inside you, “fuck, baby, fuck, so good, so good for me,” he was barely breathing, words but a pant as he caught back his air, leaning down to kiss you. “swear this little cunt was made for me.” you giggled at that, chest still rising unevenly, pulsing your pussy to prove a point.

“love you,” you whispered, nuzzling up into his shoulder, his dick now flaccid but still inside you, sweat bleeding over the both you.

“i love you too, babygirl,” vox sighed, “now let’s get you cleaned up, i suppose daddy’s coming to bed after all.”

now after hearing that it wasn’t your fault if a cocky grin made its way to you face. you got exactly what you wanted. what he wanted to… he just needed to realise that.

[lipglossanon]

If You Could Only See

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(Alcoholic) Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

For the anon who requested alcoholic stepdad Leon with cute smut; I hope you enjoy! I kept it pretty sweet in this one 🥰 got super lucky and struck with inspo for this 🤭

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, drunk Leon, kissing, sweet Leon, unprotected sex, creampie

Not proofread ✌️

Title from If You Could Only See by Tonic

part ii

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You hear the keys jingle in the lock a few times and cursing before the front door finally opens and Leon comes stumbling inside. 

You watch him from the couch as he comes into the apartment, struggling but still able to close and lock the door.  He kicks off his shoes and drops his keys on the little table near the entrance. 

“Oh hey sweetheart,” his voice is whiskey rough as he walks further into the living room. 

“Hey,” you smile at him, “late night?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, shoulders relaxed and easy as he sways a little on his feet, “a couple of guys from the office wanted to celebrate a promotion. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

You glance at your watch then back up, “Eh it’s not too late, plus it’s the weekend so I can sleep in tomorrow.”

“Amen to that,” he chuckles, soft eyes taking in your bare legs before dragging up the rest of your body to look you in the face, “I need t’go to bed, sweetheart.”

“Wait,” you stand up quickly, tossing your phone down on the couch. 

You pad over to him, and tug his arm until he leans down into your space. 

You press a sweet kiss to his stubbled cheek, “Night dad.”

“Night, baby,” he rumbles, pulling away, and unsteadily making his way down the hall.

You watch as he disappears through his door and hear it close. Butterflies flutter in your chest as you settle back down on the couch. You finish out the show you’re barely paying attention to, then shut everything off and make your way to your room. 

Pausing outside Leon’s door, you lightly knock but no reply. You twist the handle and poke your head in and look around. You seem him sleeping on his bed, clothes halfway off. Shaking your head, you smile to yourself at how hopeless he can be sometimes. 

You step into his room and quietly walk over to his bed. Gently, you pull his slacks the rest of the way down and set them on the floor. You unbutton the last few buttons on his shirt and tug it away, moving his arms through the sleeves. 

“Baby?” his voice slurs. 

“Shhh,” you whisper, “just getting you ready for bed.”

“Too good f’me,” he mumbles, laying back on the bed, “my pretty baby’s so good.”

Heat flares in your stomach as goosebumps raise across your arms. Biting your lip, you ignore his words and continue removing his shirt from his broad chest. 

“Baby,” his palm reaches out to touch your face but his fingers graze across you lips, “sweet and soft.”

“Dad,” you laugh softly, ignoring the giddiness taking over your chest, “can you push up so I can get the covers over you?”

“Mm course,” he groggily raises up enough for you to pull his blankets and sheets out from underneath him. 

You tuck him in and smooth his covers down. Pressing a soft kiss to his head, you turn to leave but his hand snags your wrist. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” his voice is deep as sleep tries to pull him under, “don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You step closer and brush some of his hair from his eyes as they flutter to stay open. 

“You’re being silly, again.”

“No,” he tugs on your wrist until you’re kneeling on the bed, “I love you, baby. My pretty girl.”

He tugs you harder and goes to kiss your cheek, but in his inebriated state he misses and his lips land on your own. He groans and tugs you closer, his other hand sliding into your hair to hold you still. 

“Love you so much, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth, licking back in to taste you more, “my sweet girl..”

“Dad,” you whine, kissing him back, feeling dizzy and hot all over, “love you too, so much.”

He pulls away, a string of spit connecting you two until it snaps with distance. 

“M’sorry,” his eyes turn down, “I shouldn’t—“

“It’s okay,” you whisper, patting his cheek, “don’t worry about it, okay? We can talk tomorrow.”

“Okay, baby,” he agrees easily, eyes slipping shut as sleep overtakes him. 

You press your fingers to your lips with a smile. You look over Leon’s handsome features, feeling a sudden urge to bite into his jaw line. Shaking your head, you get up from the bed and leave to head to your room. 

You close your bedroom door behind you and change for bed. Looking in the mirror as you take out your earrings for the night, you giggle at your reflection. Every time Leon goes out drinking with his coworkers, he always comes home pretty drunk and you always help him get into bed. He also always ends up kissing you, a little more dirty than a stepfather should, but it’s exciting and you look forward to it every week. 

You climb into bed with a smile on your face and relax into your comfy sheets. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off. 

The next morning you wake up to the smell of coffee. You rub your eyes and stretch before getting out of bed. You don’t bother to change, just wearing an old baggy shirt of Leon’s and some sleep shorts that you can’t see unless you lift the hem of the shirt.  

You wander into the kitchen to see Leon standing there, wearing a rumpled shirt and sweats, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” he tosses over his shoulder, rough voice making your nipples tighten. 

Hoping he won’t notice, you stand next to him at the counter to pour your own cup, “Morning, dad.”

He sighs into his cup and you stifle a laugh, “Too much to drink?”

He groans and props his hip in the counter, “Yeah, I don’t even remember how I got home last night.”

You hum and finish adding sugar to your coffee, “Well you made it home in one piece.”

“I suppose so,” he grumbles into his mug, “I got some work I gotta catch up on, so I’ll be in the office. Please knock if you need anything.”

He gestures to the closed door down the hall, “I just might be on a call so don’t just come barging in, okay?”

You roll your eyes good naturedly, “I know how it works.”

“Just saying,” he grins at you, pinching your side.

“Stop,” you laugh, pushing his hand away. 

“Mm well remember to yell if you need me,” he kisses the crown of you head and ruffles your hair, then walks down the hall into the home office. 

You bite your lip as you watch him leave, broad shoulders flexing under his shirt making you clench your thighs. Blinking, you turn back to your coffee and away from Leon. 

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Morning gives way to afternoon then to late evening. Leon still has yet to leave the office and so you drum your fingers on the door. 

“Come in,” you hear his muffled voice and push open the door. 

“Baby,” he coos at you, face flushed as he smiles wide at you. 

“Hard day?” you ask, catching sight of the empty whiskey bottle on his desk. 

“Eh,” he shrugs, loose limbed and bright eyed, “just the usual assholes.”

He covers his mouth, “Sorry, I mean jerks.”

You grin at him, “I’ve heard words way worse than asshole.”

“Hey,” he frowns at you, but a smile tugs at his lips, “language, young lady.”

“Mmm my bad,” you laugh, coming over to his desk.

You step around the corner as he spins his chair to face you, thighs spread out. 

“Sorry I worked so late today,” he murmurs, eyes taking in your appearance. 

You’re still wearing Leon’s old college tee that he tossed out ages ago along with some skimpy barely there shorts. 

He leans forward and tugs on the hem, pulling you to step between his thighs. 

“Why’re you wearing this ratty old thing, baby?” His voice is deep, making your thighs clench. 

You shrug, demeanor going shy, “I like it. Reminds me of you.”

His eyes soften and he pulls you until you’re sitting in his lap. 

“You’re so sweet, baby,” it comes out muffled as he buries his face in your collar bone. 

Your thighs bracket his as you settle down on his lap. He brings his hands up to squeeze and pet your waist. 

“My pretty girl,” he coos, “god ‘m so lucky.”

You laugh and scratch your nails through his hair which makes him let out a sinfulgroan. 

“S’good, baby,” he tilts his head back, eyes shut, as you keep running your fingers through his hair, “perfect pretty girl.”

You don’t mean to but you roll your hips down just a little, biting your lip when you realize what you’ve done. Leon doesn’t seem to notice, just sighs into the soft touches to his scalp. 

“Hate that your momma left,” he mumbles unprovoked, “but I thank god she never took you with’er.”

“Yeah?” You whisper, eyes wide as warmth pools in your belly. 

“Mmhmm,” his thumbs rub circles against your hips, “get to come home to such a sweet, pretty girl everyday. Always taking care of me.”

“Of course,” you smile at him although his eyes are still closed. 

“Got everybody at work so jealous,” he sighs, “got my own pretty baby, so sweet  to me. All mine.”

“All yours,” you let your hips roll down, pressing your wet center down onto his hips. 

His eyes flutter open, hands gripping your waist, letting you keep grinding down on him. 

“Baby,” his voice is raspy, pupils darkening, “what’re you doing?”

“Just want you to feel good, daddy,” you whimper, feeling his cock filling out underneath your thighs. 

He groans, pulling you down as you slide your hands down to grip his shoulders. 

“Perfect,” he groans, letting you grind your hot pussy down onto his hard cock, “perfect girl, god, but we can’t do this.”

“Why not?” you whine, “I want to and you want to.”

“Fuck,” he clenches his eyes shut, bucking up against your cunt, “don’t know how bad I want it, baby. But you deserve someone better.”

“Mm but I want you, daddy,” you kiss his cheek, “you’re so big and strong,” you press a kiss to his other cheek, “and you take such good care of me.”

You press a chaste kiss to his lips, teeth nipping his bottom one as you pull away. 

“You sure baby?” he murmurs. 

“Positive, daddy,” you smile at him, “take me to bed and show me how much you love me.”

He kisses you sloppily, whiskey on his breath. He grabs you under your thighs and stands up from his chair, carrying you out the office and into his bedroom. You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“So strong, daddy,” you coo in his ear. 

He stumbles against the bed and drops you on his messy sheets. You giggle up at him as he climbs on top of you, caging you in with his thick biceps. You wrap your arms around his neck again. 

“Promise I’ll get better honey, stop drinking so much,” he mutters into your hair, kissing the shell of your ear. 

“S’okay,” you pet his hair away from his face, “you’re not mean or anything. You’re actually really, really sweet when you’ve been drinking.”

Leon noses down your cheek and kisses the corner of your lips. 

“Still,” he kisses your lips, “I wanna be good for you, baby. You’re everything to me.”

“Daddy,” you sigh softly, tears pricking your eyes, “kiss me, please.”

“Anything, baby. I’ll give you anything,” he promises you, pressing a sloppy kiss into your mouth, tongue licking past your lips to taste your sweetness. 

You kiss each other softly over and over, tongues lapping at each other until spit drips down your chin. Arching your back, you whine into Leon’s mouth. 

“Daddy, please,” you roll your hips down onto his cock. 

“Okay, baby,” he kisses your neck, “might just take me a while to cum since I’ve been drinking, sweetheart.”

Red hot fire flares throughout your body making your toes tingle, arousal curling in your veins, and making your clit throb.

“That’s okay,” you whimper, nails scratching at his skin, “totally fine, we can take as long as you need.”

“Oh yeah?” He grins, eyes warm and happy, “seems like you like that, baby. Want me to love on you all night, pretty girl?”

“Leon,” you gasp, “yes, please.”

He chuckles, pressing another kiss into your neck, “As much as I love you in my shirt, gonna need to take it off.”

“Okay, daddy,” you quickly slip it off and then take the initiative to shimmy off your shorts and panties. 

A punched out groan leaves Leon’s throat, his eyes roving over your body not able to look at any one spot. 

“Pretty, pretty baby,” he rasps out, eyes hot and heavy as they look back up in your face, “so lucky.”

“Your turn,” you tug at his shirt, “wanna see you too.”

He takes your hand and kisses your palm before letting go to take his shirt off. Next he pushes his sweats down and kicks them away. He’s not wearing any underwear so you’re able to take in his full, thick cock already dripping with precum. 

“Oh, Leon,” you breathe out, tongue darting out to wet your lips. 

He takes his cock in hand to stroke it slowly, “This okay, baby?”

“Yes,” moaning, you shakily drag your hands across his shoulders to grab his biceps, “so big, daddy.”

He groans, hand speeding up as he jerks his cock, “You like that? Like that daddy’s so big and hard for you?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, eyes not able to stop watching as he pulls his foreskin back so you can see the fat, leaky tip.

You reach down and spread your pussy for him, “I’m so wet for you, always make me this way, daddy.” 

His hand stutters over his dick and he grasps the base in a tight fist. 

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, “daddy makes you that wet? That’s so sexy, honey, nearly made me shoot my load early.”

“Leon,” you mewl, arching your hips up so he can see more of your spread cunt, “need you so much, been wanting you forever.”

He groans and lets go of his cock; he cages you in again with his arms and kisses you hotly, tongue sloppily licking back into your open mouth. 

“I gotcha, honey,” he says between messy kisses, “let me just ease it in.”

You both moan as the fat tip of his cock spreads open your fluttering hole. Leon slowly pushes into your wet heat, making sure to praise you and press kisses into your skin wherever his mouth can reach. 

Once he bottoms out and is snugly pressed flushed against your pussy, he settles his body weight onto you. You moan loudly, legs wrapped around his waist and nails digging into his broad shoulders. 

“So good, daddy,” you kiss his cheek, “feels so good.”

“I do too, baby,” he grunts in your ear, “such a perfect girl for me.”

You whine, pussy walls fluttering around his dick making his hips push deeper into your hole. You gasp as his tip kisses the opening to your womb, cunt eagerly milking his throbbing cock. 

“Sorry, baby,” he slurs into your neck, “you just feel so tight.”

“So deep,” you moan, “please, daddy.”

“Shh, shh,” he kisses across your jaw and down your neck, “I’m gonna move now, okay baby?”

You nod your head quickly, “Please.”

He pulls halfway out before slowly pressing back inside you, your cunt squelching with the movement. Leon starts a slow steady motion, making sure to not go too fast or toohard, letting you adjust to the stretch of his hard dick. 

You sigh softly and pull him to your lips for more messy kisses. You lose yourself to each other as he slowly takes you apart under his tongue and rolling hips. You feel his hand slip between your bodies so he can rub his thumb in firm circles on your clit. 

“Want us to cum together baby,” he pants hotly into your mouth, no longer kissing just tasting the same air, “think you can do that for me?”

“Uh huh,” your toes are curling from the slow heat building in your belly, “wanna cum, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he kisses the corner of your eye, “daddy’s pretty close now too.”

“Inside me, please?” you look up at him, eyes wet and pleading. 

He bucks into you harder than before, “Y’sure baby? God, I shouldn’t. I should probably pull out, sweetheart.”

You shake your head almost wildly, “Want it. Please, Leon,” you pout up at him, “you said you’d give me anything.”

He keeps thrusting harder into your pussy before catching himself and going back to slow, deep thrusts. 

“God, I did say that didn’t I baby,” he groans, “yeah I’ll cum in you, sweet girl. I’ll give you everything I can.”

“Thank you, daddy, oh thank you, thank you,” you chant, nails digging deeper in his skin, “m gonna cum, Leon. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Then cum for me sweet baby, my perfect girl,” he murmurs, pressing the praise into your skin with hot kisses. 

His thumb keeps circling your sensitive clit and when he thrusts a little deeper on the next roll of his hips, you see stars behind your eyelids. Your body shudders as you moan brokenly, pussy clamping down on Leon’s fat cock. 

You hear him moan as he pumps his hips harder and harder into your spasming cunt. He buries himself as deep as he can and fills you with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum; there’s so much it drips out of your stuffed hole and onto the mussed sheets. 

“Love you, baby,” Leon kisses you deeply, “my sweet girl.”

“Daddy,” you smile at him, feeling tired yet sated, “love you too.”

You lay together in the afterglow, trading soft words and even softer kisses until you fall asleep. 

[jakevwebber]

can you write hamzah just casually mentioning his gf in videos/on the pod ☺️🥰😋😜🤭😎😻

accidents happen sometimes - hamzahthefantastic / fluff

2:20pm

today hamzah and me were goin to martin and mandy’s place , originally was just hamzah but mandy wanted me to come help her clear her closet out so i obviously accepted.

it’s finally autumn so my autumn outfits are ready to be worn , i’m wearing black knee boots tights a black mini skirt with a red long sleeve button up top and a black bomber jacket .

hamzah was wearing black baggy jeans a red hoodie and a black coat with adidas sambas same as me , we didn’t mean to match but it just happened.

at the moment we’ve just come out about our relationship so i’m still getting the odd few horrible messages but mostly people saying they love me already and they ‘guessed it’

i grabbed our car keys from the table and get into our car it takes around 15 minutes to get there so it was no rush.

we just arrived and hamzah started getting excited to see martin like extremely excited.

martin opened the door hugging hamzah and jumping on the spot spinning , i took a video of them and then i pushed them so could get to see my girl mandy .

i said bye to the boys and said enjoy and walked into there bedroom and sat down with mandy beginning to help get rid of clothes.

hamzah pov -

me and martin sat down and began recording our youtube video , today we’re filing us playing episode because it’s a very popular choice of game.

“hey slushies “ martin says making a stupid face and i side eye him laughing

“ok today we’re playing episode because you love it as much as we do”

we get onto the game and began thinking of a name for the girl we’re playing as

“what about chloe , lily , emma , y-“

martin looks at me smiling and laughing

“didn’t mean to say her name oops oh well who cares !”

martin laughed again me too

“erm i cant think what about ds-“ he says

“dsstiny” we both start laughing very loudly

“okay perfect everybody welcome dsstiny”

time skip to 6:42pm

“is y/n still here?” i ask martin

“obviously she is”

“wait i wanna check”

i get out of my seat and go into their bedroom to check she’s still here

i see her laid on their bed and mandy on the floor folding clothes

“having fun ?” i ask both of them

“oh the most fun baby” y/n rolled over smiling at me

“yeo so much fun hamzah , when are you gonna be done ?”

“ like ten minutes mandy”

she put the thumbs up and i closed the door saying bye to them and sitting back down next to martin

“i told you”

i turn my head and smiled at him carrying on playing.

another time skip to when there back at home.

7:58pm

“how was filming?”

“it’s was okay i brought you up a couple times by mistake”

“you scared of people thinking stuff ?”

“yeah i know eveyone knows now but people can still be mean “

“i don’t care i love you and accidents happen even if you did bring me up it’s cute that you always think of me “ she moves to layed down next to me leaning her head on my chest kissing my cheek.

“ i love you too” i wrap my arm around her closing my eyes.

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i think this was the quickest i’ve ever wrote something lol hope you guys like it! send more requests pls the more you send the more posts there is !

[timidpumpkin]

Can I get a reaction when reader want to go to carnival or other fun places and then they got lost and ended up at their own home

Is the reader going to escape or go back to their daddies TYSM🤗

Hiiii🥰🥰🥰💜💜💜. I loved this idea sooo much and it really helped get me out of the writer's block funk I was in! It’s a litttle bit different from what you asked so I hope that’s okay and you still like it!! Thank you so so much, I loved writing this!!~~~~~💖💖💖💖💖

(pictures are not my own)

Helpless (Stucky x reader)

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, stockholm syndrome, forced age regression, mention of previous kidnapping, reader gets lost, mild injury to reader, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames (as usual).

Word count: 4.1k

Tagging a few of the absolutely lovely people who have supported me this whole time. I love you and appreciate you all more than i can express. @haleyhunwritess @ppatricia34me @hoplessfussybambi @canyonmooncreations @sapphyslittlenook

P.S. i'm gonna start a tag list so lemme know if you wanna be added <3

It was getting a bit cooler now. 

The previously bright day had been overtaken by navy shadows that bring nippy wisps of air that catch on your exposed arms, sending chills throughout you. 

“I told you we should have used the long-sleeved one,” Steve remarks to Bucky as he watches you make a tiny shiver.

Bucky rolls his eyes at him, knowing you were the one who insisted on this specific onesie when he dressed you this afternoon. With an eager look on your face, you held it up to him, proudly showing him how it would match perfectly with some leg warmers you found in your drawer. He couldn’t argue with that, not when your giddy smile and sweet eyes looked at him while holding it up as high as you could for him.

“Come here babydoll,” Bucky says, squatting down a bit to get closer to your level. 

You don't hear him for a second. Not even your numbed fingertips could distract you from the bright lights that reflect off your eyes. You’ve been watching the multicolored Ferris wheel since you got here. You wanted to go on it so bad. 

Thus far, you’ve only been allowed to play the ground games. Though, you can’t complain too much now that you’ve collected quite a load of new stuffies to bring home. You’d like to think yourself pretty talented at these games–maybe too talented. 

You’ve all but completely missed the harsh glares Bucky gives the poor workers when they tell you “awh too bad” when you miss the target, but then proceed to hand you whichever stuffed animal or toy you’d been wanting anyway. You’d turn around to your daddies, excitingly showing them your prize and proudly exclaiming “I won! I won!” and Bucky would always tell you how good of a job you did every time.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls again, bringing you back to reality, his voice sweet, as if he’s teasing you a bit, knowing how much you've enjoyed this outing.

It was a tough call. Bringing you here. They knew how much you wanted to go. Ever since Peter babbled on and on about his trip to the carnival at his birthday party a few months ago, you’ve been begging them ever since. It’s not that they didn't want to take you. It could never be that. They just weren’t sure if it would be safe…

“There’s all kinds of creeps at those things!” Steve argues to Bucky, turning around as if that’s the last word and final say about it. 

“I know. I know. But…she really wants to go. Plus…it’s not like we’ll ever let her out of our sight.” Bucky tries to reason, knowing it was something they would enjoy too. He has several fond memories of dragging Steve along with him through the bustling crowds of people just so he could play–and win–all the games he could, always asking Steve which prize he wanted before promising him he’d win it on the first try. Long before he knew of what true cruelties lived beyond their hometown, Bucky had already mastered the art of staring down unfair showmen who would poke fun at Steve’s then narrower figure.

Bucky just couldn’t help the almost giddy feeling he got just at the idea of holding you up high while you throw one of those balls with all your might to win some oversized stuffed animal that you’d undoubtedly insist on carrying on your own despite it being twice your height.

“We could even get one of those leash things,” he suggests, the idea popping into his mind like it’s the most brilliant thing, remembering how he showed the leashed froggy backpack he saw a while ago to Steve.

“It’s not just that,” Steve admits, brows furrowed as he sits on the edge of the bed, a sad and worried look overtaking his features that makes Bucky want to cave to anything he’d ask. “what if…” he trails off, not meeting Bucky’s gaze, “what if…she tries to run off?” he says quietly as if the fear itself would be brought to life if he spoke it too loudly. 

It had been a long while since you tried to run away. All things considered, you seemed to be fully adjusted now. Every so often you would act up, but only in the way that all little girls would every now and then. They would always punish you appropriately, the way all good daddies would, reminding you that your life with them is your life, and that the horrid life you had before you was one never meant for a sweet innocent little girl like you. 

They saved you. Steve routinely reminded you as such, but he didn’t have to. Bucky could tell you knew it was true now just by the way your bright eyes greeted them every morning. You knew that you were only good and safe with them to take care of you. His little girl couldn't even function without them now. It was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Bucky thinks for a moment, walking closer to Steve and kneeling on the floor in front of him. He pushes his way into him, maneuvering himself between Steve’s legs, and scoops his distressed hands into his, kissing them both before looking back up to Steve. 

“She won’t.” he says, thick air questioning if it's true. 

But his words say more than just that. The meaningful look in Bucky’s eyes tell Steve that no matter what, they’ll always have you. And that there was no way you could get away from them. Bucky knew it wasn't just the fear of physically losing you, but the fear of hurt that they would feel if you even tried. 

Steve smiles a bit, his hands pulling Bucky up so that he’s now standing between his legs. He takes his hands, sliding them down from Bucky’s sides to his hips where they rest for the moment. 

“Alright,” Steve sighs, looking up to Bucky, and pulling him a bit closer by his belt loops, “but any sign of trouble, we leave” Steve states, seriousness in his tone, the same kind of voice he uses when they’re on missions together. 

“As if it would be any other way.” Bucky remarks, a smirk teasing his face as he dips his head down a bit to meet his lips with Steve’s. Steve sighs into his kiss, feeling the tension leaving his body just by Bucky’s stable words and secure presence.

“You think too much Rogers” Bucky teases after breaking from the kiss, thinking of all the times Steve would try to worm his way out of Bucky having to go on a mission with him in fear of his partner getting hurt–whether it be mentally or physically–Steve couldn't bare the thought of having to see Bucky like he was when he saw him for the first time in this new world. 

“Can’t help it,” he breathes, Bucky never ceasing to take his breath away from his all-encompassing kisses. “I love you two more than anything,” he says earnestly as if it’s the only known fact in the universe. 

“I know” Bucky smiles, “I know.”

“Oh-sorry Daddy!” you turn around, not meaning to ignore him. He holds out a sweatshirt and you instinctively hold up your arms so he can help put it on you. “Did you see the Ferris wheel Daddy?” you ask excitingly for the third time that night. Bucky chuckles a bit. 

“Yes, I did,” he answers as if it’s the first he’s hearing about it while putting some soft-knitted mittens he had in his pocket on your hands. “M’not sure if Dada heard though,” he whispers to you, “maybe you should go tell him,” he informs you with a wink. 

You hurriedly run over to Steve, jumping in place over and over again in front of him. 

“Dada! Dada!” you take his hand and drag him a bit closer to where you had the best view of the colorful wheel. “Look!” you point and turn to him with an excited expression. “Can we go? Please? Pretty please? Please please please please-” you babble over and over again while continuing to jump up and down until you’ve all but run out of air in your lungs. 

Steve looks at the contraption suspiciously, not trusting of the achy-sounding metal, and certainly not wanting his little girl near anything dangerous. He catches a glimpse of Bucky though, who’s contagiously smiling at you both, and remembers how often Bucky tells him not to worry so much. 

“Okay-okay” Steve caves, unable to help but smile at your hyper manner right now. “Just this once, then we can go home and get you all nice and warm” he teasingly pinches at your cold cheeks.

“Yayayay!” you literally scream out, not even caring one bit that he said it was only once or that you had to go home after this. You were more than overjoyed that you got to ride it at all. 

You start to make a sprint for it, only getting a few feet when resistance yanks you back, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to steady yourself from the unexpected halt in momentum. Steve hadn’t even pulled on the backpack at all, it was just your pure running and his not moving an inch that caused you to ricochet back a bit. It’s a wonder you didn't fall flat on your behind. 

“Heh-sorry!” you sheepishly laugh it off and wait patiently for them to catch up with you in basically two full steps for them. 

As you make the short walk to the diminishing line in the late hour, Steve stops to tie his shoe, occupying both of his hands. You swing your arms aimlessly around waiting for him to finish while looking around. 

As you mindlessly scan the area around you, your head does a double take as you recognize something. 

No–someone. 

You watch the stranger in confusion until the remnants of memory come back to you. It was a friend. But this person wasn’t Peter or Wanda…no. It was a friend from…before.

It disorients you, confusion washing over you and placing a pit in your stomach as your life before now was mostly forgotten and placed in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your mind’s vaults. 

You watch as they walk away, towards where you know leads to the parking lot. And as if something takes over you, you start following their footsteps, unhinderedly drifting away from where Steve and Bucky are. 

As you mindlessly follow, several feet behind, memories of your past life replay in your mind. They playback in black and white as if you’re watching one of those really old movies Steve likes to show you sometimes. 

Then you hazily remember when they first found you…took you. Emotions of how scared and confused you were overtake your mind. You remember how they kept you in the house, never letting you leave. 

“Sily girl, Dada can’t kidnap what’s already his,” Steve would tell you every time you’d harshly accuse him of kidnapping you. 

“No one can protect you like we can,” Bucky would shush you after one of his punishments when you had pushed too hard. “Daddy only does this ‘cause he loves you.” he’d brush over your already bruising skin before carefully wiping away the tears that he had ignored for hours before.

Some nights you’d wake from nightmares, the specifics of it not mattering when Steve would find you crying into your stuffie. He never hesitated to pick you up and let you weep into his shoulder. Always whispering that you were okay, that you were safe. 

“It’s okay angel, Dada’s here. You’re safe with me. I’ll always keep you safe. Always.” he’d repeat to you sincerely, holding onto you so tightly, as if the slightest loosening of his grip meant the very air around him would harm you.

To him though, it was true. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. He’d carry you downstairs, where Bucky would tell you that nightmares didn’t matter “‘cause they aren’t real, doll…not like me and Dada.” he’d caress your warm cheeks while Steve fetched you some cold milk. They’d stay up with you as long as you needed, not even daring to shut an eye until you felt safe enough to sleep again.

And truthfully…you did. You did feel safe. 

Maybe it was strange…the way you sought their comfort…their touch…their love, when you fought it in the beginning. 

And you did fight…hard. 

But every retaliation you made only ended in harsh grabs. Every effort to push them away resulted in lacerated reminders. Every moment you spent denying what they told you only yielded unrestrained punishments. 

“My sweet girl…you’ll learn soon enough. Fighting us only makes it harder for you.” Steve would stroke your cheek through the bars of your crib. “All you have to do is listen to what we say. We know what’s best for you, angel.” he’d say before leaving you all tied up and alone for hours…sometimes days. 

And then, after you’d more than cried yourself dry, throat scratchy from lack of hydration, he’d appear to you, asking if you’d learned your lesson. Your body would somehow discover new tears as you’d plead with him, promising him you’d be a good girl. 

It’s then that he’d smile down at you so sweetly, lifting your limp body from its cushiony cage and shower you with endless affection. 

He’d drown you with attention, never allowing you to lift a finger. He’d clean you up with your favorite scented soap, and after you were all done, Bucky would present you with a new set of soft clothes they bought just for you for taking your punishment so so well. They’d play your favorite shows and message every sore spot on your tired body after ordering from your favorite type of take out, something you never even told them. There wasn’t a moment where they weren’t touching you in some way, dousing you with sweet words about how much they loved their beautiful helpless little girl. 

Helpless.

A word that reminds you exactly how you felt the very first time you bumped into Steve. All alone and scared, in a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You were lost then. 

Just like you were right now. 

You practically snap back into reality, the one where you’ve found yourself far away from the luminous festival lights and eerily close to where you can’t hear racket of activities anymore. It’s quiet, and you don’t even know where that funnily familiar person you were following went. Dread fills your insides as you realize you’re all alone. 

You turn around hastily, 

Anxiety fills your stomach as you rashly run in the opposite direction, before tripping on a wire that sends you spiraling down to the ground. You clumsily try to catch yourself, mittened hands harshly hitting the pavement, and asphalt slashes through your leggings, exposing the soft flesh of your knees to razor-sharp pain.

The sudden impact scares you, tears that were already forming from before start rushing out of your eyes. 

Instinctually, you cry for Steve. For Dada. But when after too many moments you don’t feel their comfort, you look around and remember they’re not there. Your heart pounds as people rush by seemingly unaffected by your fallen form. You swirl your head around looking for them and are instead met with the haunting image of your green leash’s end, its ghostly emptiness scorning you from where it lays.  

You cry harder, guilt and anguish now thumping alongside the throbbing in your chest that radiates to your body’s wounded limbs and you're pretty sure the only words coming out of your mouth are pathetic strings of ‘daddy’ and ‘dada.’

“There she is” Bucky spots you, both of them rushing over to you, distraught as they notice your scraped-up form. 

“Dada!” you cry, leaping towards Steve and wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up. You helplessly weep, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional strain your misplaced detour took you on. You cry for leaving them. You can't tell if it was on purpose, but you feel awful from even remembering your past life and getting so close to being lost.

“Fuck, angel. What happened?” Steve breathes, taking the scuffed mittens off your hands to examine you closer. 

“I-...I-” you try to speak through gasps of crying. They both question you on where you went and why you walked away. You barely manage to tell the story in broken sobs as to what truthfully happened. They listen intensively as you tearfully explain the details of what happened.

“But-but-I-I don’t wanna! Don’t wanna lose daddies! Don’t wanna! Didn’t mean t-to! I-I p-promise-I-I didn’t!” you stagger between breaths, gasping for air as your sob relentlessly in Steve’s arms. 

“Shh, hey-hey” Bucky caresses your head, directing your attention to him. “It’s okay, doll. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he consoles. Steve gently wipes your tears at the same time and helps in calming you. You look at them both through blurry vision and continue weeping apologies to which they both remind you that it’s okay. 

They were scared to death when they only took their eyes off you for a second and you were gone…but they found you, just like the first time. 

They bring you over to sit down on a bench so they can better help console you and check your injuries. Steve rummages through the backpack he was carrying to get a first aid kit, and Bukcy watches through tortured eyes as you miserably cry.

“Doll.” he tenderly tilts your chin up to him. Tearful eyes red from crying look up to him. “Daddy’s proud of you.” he states, earnestly, stern and true. It makes you cry harder though, with confusion written all over your face. Proud? How could he be proud when you almost thought about running away? 

“W-why?” you cry “I-I bad. bad!” you weep pitifully as you feel Steve cleaning your knees. 

“No angel. You’re not bad.” Steve states, only confusing you more, you were sure both of them would be upset with you…considering they had every reason to. 

“You know why?” Bucky asks, stroking your previously cold cheeks that have now been warmed by your tears. You shake your head no as more seemingly endless tears fall. “‘Cause you came back,” he says, wiping them as they come. “You came back to find us. That’s all that matters.” Bucky reassures you. 

It hurts, both his and Steve’s worst fear almost coming to life. 

But it didn't. 

And truthfully, no one understood that more than Bucky. He knew more than anyone what it was like to get confused. To see or hear something otherwise mundane that whips you back to a place where you feel out of control. 

The story you recanted to them rings all too familiar to him. It reminds him of shaky hands and paralyzed tongue that attempted to explain to Steve what it was like to not be in control of your own body. Your own actions. 

It didn’t matter that you wandered away. It didn’t matter where your thoughts went. All that mattered was that you cried for them. All that mattered was your tiny hands curled around Steve's shirt so hard he’d thought you’d hurt your own fingers. All that mattered was the way you pulled Bucky closer while weeping his name as he comforted you. 

All that mattered…was that you needed your Daddies.  

They both reassure as such in ways they knew you'd understand. Besides, it only made sense that their little girl would get confused sometimes. That’s what daddies are for. And you came back because you knew they always made the best decisions for you. And even if on the off chance that you hadn't…that really wouldn’t have mattered anyway either. They would always find their little girl because you belong with them. Always and forever.

“Which ones do you want little princess?” Steve asks you, offering a variety of colorful bandages in front of you. Your hysteria and their sweet strong words have all but distracted you from the pain of the scratches lacerating your knees. You point to the ones you like and Steve praises you for making “such a good choice babygirl.”

Bucky holds you close and lets you bury your head in his chest while Steve carefully puts them on. You feel guilt again when you notice that the soft mittens now have little scuffs and holes in them that match your pants. But Steve reassures you that it’s ‘no biggie’ and that they can always get you another pair. 

“How about Daddy and I get you some ice cream?” Steve suggests, knowing sweets was at least one way to cheer his sweet girl up. 

You sniffle, looking to him at the suggestion. 

“Ice cweam?” you say with a small voice “I-I wike ice cweam” you say softly, not meaning to slur your words. But you never did anyway, it always just happened beyond your control. 

“I think that sounds perfect, huh doll?” Bucky says lightheartedly and sweetly while picking you up from the bench and placing you in Steve's arms.

“Wif sprinkles toos?” you ask, rubbing your sore eyes. 

“All the sprinkles for my sweet little girl” Steve smiles at you while playfully poking at your side making you giggle a bit. 

The cold dessert cools your hot throat and brings a smile back to your face. Of course, what really made you happy was knowing your daddies weren’t upset with you, and even more importantly, that you were never going to lose them.

“Hey what’s that on Dada’s face?” Bucky points directly to Steve, making you turn to examine it closely as you're still in his arms. It gives Bucky the opportunity to steal a lick from your ice cream.

“Hey!” you laugh turning back to Bucky’s not-so-secret move when you realize there was nothing amiss on your Dada’s face. 

“What?” he puts his hands and shoulders up in a shrug of confusion while looking around and feigning confusion. You giggle more as obvious signs of ice cream are on the tip of his nose.

“Looks like daddy’s the one with something on his face” Steve teases, and you laugh with them while they let you finish your little treat.

“You still wanna go up on the Ferris wheel babygirl?” Steve asks after wiping your hands clean from any sticky residue. You look up to him with awe and shock, not expecting him to still offer it. 

“Really?” you question with a hopeful but weary look on your face from not being sure of why you deserve it. Steve nods at you and tells you yes. Maybe he was skeptical before, but nothing was better than seeing his little girl's face light up in a smile. 

Plus, Steve knew you were their little girl. More than that, he knew that you knew. In your heart, you came back to them. You needed them. And that’s all Steve could ever want. 

You’re squeezed between your two daddies as the wheel makes its way up to the top. They watch as you look in awe of how tiny everything looks from up above. This must be what it's like for your daddies to see all the time. You feel as though you’re at the tippity top of the wheel forever. You don’t mind as it’s beautiful and quiet up there with the only people in the world you wanted to be with. You tiredly lay your head against Steve's arm, signaling to him that you’ll likely sleep the whole drive home. 

“I love you,” you say contently, and they know you say it for both of them. 

“We love you too angel. So much,” Steve tells you, smiling down at his sleepy little girl, and looking up to see Bucky’s lightened up face too. 

He takes it all in, remembering the times when just he and Bucky would go out to these things–or really–when Bukcy would drag him to the carnivals. He knew how much Bucky loved this. He knew how much you loved this. And he loved it too. He loved you both, and that was all he needed.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

wait damn it i dont think i was anon making that request so HIYA AGAIN 💀💀 (basically this is just restating my request)

foaming at the mouth for peter quill (per usual) so this is a peter req! so maybe smthn abt reader stealing his shirt/s like hes trying to find one and hes like okay where did all my shirts go and then he sees reader all comfy in his shirt and he just MELTS 🥰

Hopefully you can do this soon, ur like famous so u have like 1000 requests LMAO have a great rest of your week/end!

-🪐

hii again🪐!! and dw you were anon for that request😭😭 this is so stinking cute! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 have a great rest of you week too<3 also wanna know something funny? I have 2 of his tshirts, he left them at mine ;)

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Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 0.8k

warnings || none just fluff

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There are many great attributes about Quill, and sometimes there are too many to list. But one thing in particular, is his style. Despite his knack for good music and food, there's just something about his clothes that often made you gawk. 

Over the years, Peter has acquired quite the collection of fun and funky t-shirts, most of them bought on various planets as souvenirs after a mission or even as little gifts from you. 

Quill has so many tops that he couldn't possibly have use for every single one, so more often than not, you'd find yourself riffling through his drawers to steal one or five of his t-shirts. His clothes always smell so comforting and homely that you couldn't stop yourself from stealing, even if you wanted to. Your favourite shirts of his are from his slightly chubbier days. They'd feel so soft and comfortable against your skin that you'd often wear them day and night. The bigger the top, the more loved it felt. But you weren't being picky because you loved literally anything he wore. He could wear a trash bag, and as long as it smelt like him, you'd wear that trash bag too.

So today, like any other day, instead of picking your clothes from your side of the closet, you scrounge over to his side, flicking through the hangers to see what you want to wear. 'Happening' upon his grey, long sleeve with white writing, you quickly remove his other t-shirt you were wearing, flinging it across the room into the dirty pile before dressing yourself. Slipping on a pair of joggers, you make your way to the living room, plopping yourself down on the sofa, and wrapping a fluffy blanket over you.

A few short minutes later, Peter is standing in the doorway with a towel draped over his lower half, tiny beads of water covering his chest. "Ahem," he says quietly, a sly smirk on his lips. "Uh- why can't I find any of my clothes?" he asks, sounding like he already knew the answer.

"Maybe they're in the dirty pile," you playfully lie with a deadpan expression, avoiding his gaze. "We haven't done any laundry in a little while. I'm sure there's stuff in there,"

"Hm, okay, right. But the thing is, I was sorta planning on wearing this one top today," sheepishly smiling, ruffling through his wet curls. "Don't suppose you've seen a grey long-sleeve?"

"Nope, haven't seen it," you coyly grin, bringing the blanket to your neck, covering the evidence.

"Yeah?" he hums, making his way over to you. "You sure you haven't seen it?" 

"Nope," you repeat, shaking your head. 

"So if I just..." he says slowly, reaching for the blanket.

You copy him, reaching for his towel, playful eyes as you threaten to tug the fabric down. He looks down at you and shrugs. Grinning. "Do it. I don't care," 

"Okay, alright, fine. I'm wearing it," you cave, ripping away the blanket. "I couldn't help it," you bribe, sweet eyes dancing up at him. 

"How long you been stealing my clothes?" he asks, his tone full of warmth, chuckling.

"Not long," you lie. "But I really can't help it, okay, Pete? It's a problem. I can't stop myself," you say playfully, brushing over your arms as if to show your comfort. "See?"

He stares down at you, his eyes full of admiration. "Yeah? That why I have no clothes left?"

"You have tonnes of clothes. You have so many you didn't even realise they were missing," you say impishly, eyebrows quirking. "They just smell like you," you shrug, a sweet smile on your lips. "You're not mad?"

Shaking his head. "Nah, they look better on you anyway," he grins. "But, have you seen that dark blue one? The one with uh-- the um, light blue circle smile face thing?"

"Maybe... sorry. I wore that the other week," you playfully frown. "But it's clean," you bribe. "I washed it right after. It should be in that pile over there," Pointing.

"Mhmm," he says with squinted eyes and a grin.

He returns half-dressed with the t-shirt in hand, swinging it as he makes his way back to you. "I wanna wear that one," pointing to you. "I wanna smell you," he says quietly, practically inaudible.

"What?" you grin, only hearing fragments. 

"I wanna smell you, now give it," he repeats loud enough for you to hear, his fingers grabbing towards you. "I’m getting cold— look my nipples could cut glass, hurry,"

"But it smells like you," 

He boyishly grins as if he's thought of an idea. He puts on the blue top, rubbing over the fabric as if to transfer his scent before removing it and handing it to you. "Better?"

Sitting up with a smile, you undress from the top, putting on the new one as Peter did the same. He plops down beside you, draping his arm over your shoulder. "You do look cute in my clothes," he grins, kissing your temple.

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Gale had tried to wrangle Bucky out of “borrowing” two bikes outside the London pub they had just left, but Bucky couldn’t be told anything when he was sober much less absolutely plastered, so of course Gale had lost the battle and was now pedaling as carefully as he could through the dark streets, barely keeping up with Bucky who was weaving all over and singing at the top of his lungs.

It was after midnight, and though the blackout rules made sure hardly a sliver of light was visible, the sky was clear and the moon gave enough light to see by. They weren’t far from their hotel—apparently Bucky was a good navigator even while soused—and Gale began to slow down in preparation for their next turn over the uneven, perpetually wet cobblestone.

Bucky did not slow down. He swooped into the turn with all the valor of a fighter pilot, but when the front wheel struck a hole, physics prevailed. The bike flew one way and Bucky the other, the latter smashing into a stack of crates and rolling onto the sidewalk.

“Bucky!” Gale cried, skidding to a stop. Jumping off the bike, he rushed over to extract Bucky from the pile of broken crates.

“M’fine,” muttered Bucky, shoving Gale’s fretting hands away and clambering to his feet. His hair was a mess and his flushed, scowling face was enough to make Gale snort, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh that was funny was it?” Bucky griped, though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed him. He tried to take a step, but one foot had gotten wedged in a crate and he went down heavily in another clatter. His subsequent struggles to free himself made such a racket that a few stray cats fled for lives and Gale lost the battle with laughter, kneeling to save Bucky from his wooden assailant. By the time he was free both boys were wheezing and teary with laughter, and it wasn’t until Gale had pulled Bucky to his feet that he saw the telltale dark patches of blood on Bucky’s head and arms where his sleeves were rolled up.

“Ah shit, you’re hurt,” he blurted, still lightheaded from laughing as he grabbed Bucky’s elbow. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Bucky looked down at himself, grunted, and threw his arm over Gale heavily, leaning his entire weight. Gale rolled his eyes and adjusted to Bucky’s weight as he stacked the bicycles against the nearest wall, hoping their rightful owners would find them. With Bucky putting in minimum effort to walk, Gale wobbled them both the rest of the way to the hotel, frowning a little when he got a better glimpse of Bucky’s cuts and bruises under the lobby lights. They weren’t that bad, but still.

“Got a first aid kit in my bag,” he muttered. “You’re coming to my room first.”

Bucky hummed and offered no protest, so Gale took him up the elevator and to his own room, dropping him on the bed as he dug the little kit out of his belongings.

Bucky stayed unusually silent. Even when Gale returned and started examining the scrapes and small cuts littering his exposed skin, Bucky allowed the exam with half-lidded eyes. Only when Gale went to the bathroom and returned with a wet cloth did he break the silence.

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc?” he drawled, still drunk but not completely out of it. “Am I gonna live?”

Gale hummed reproachfully, focusing on cleaning the worst cuts, softening his touch when Bucky winced. This made Bucky scowl and shove at Gale’s thigh, the closest thing within reach.

“Stop babying me,” he said.

“I’m not trying to baby you,” Gale shot back. “It’s called taking care of you. And if you’d not make it harder I’d appreciate it.”

Bucky fell silent again, this time with a little pout on his face that Gale refused to think was cute. He finished cleaning and applied the cream, fingers lingering just a bit on Bucky’s warm skin. When he was finished, Bucky swallowed, licking his lips.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he slurred quietly. “Instead of my own room. I just…really don’t want to be alone right now.”

He sounded ashamed, not meeting Gale’s eyes, and Gale sighed.

“You haven’t been alone in three years, Bucky,” he said as he stuffed the supplies back in the pack. “It’s impossible in the air corps. Even when you’re on leave you’ve always got a girl or something.” Gale wasn’t exactly bitter, but Bucky’s words were pushing some sort of buttons Gale didn’t know he had, it was two o’clock in the morning and he was tired and irritated.

“It’s not the same,” Bucky muttered, picking at the blanket. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

Gale huffed and started to pull off Bucky’s shoes when he made no move to do so. “And what’s it supposed to mean?”

Bucky shrugged. He stayed sitting on the bed quietly as Gale went to change his clothes and brush his teeth, and when Gale returned Bucky had shed his own uniform down to undershirt and shorts, already nestled under the covers. When Gale looked at him flatly, hands on his hips, Bucky turned his big innocent eyes up at him.

Gale sighed again, pretending to be put upon when really, deep down, he didn’t want to be alone either. Turning off the light, he lifted the covers and slid in beside John, letting John pull him close and tuck his chin over Gale’s head. It’s something they never talked about, but didn’t have to. Little meaningless things like pilfered bikes and sharing a bed were sometimes enough to protect their hearts from the war raging outside. How could John’s breath in his hair, so tender, so fragile, make him feel so safe?

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Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 4 🍒

"Ride Along"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 2.610

Summary: during your ride along, you and Joel become a bit closer.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, sexual innuendo, flirting, Joel openly gawking at you, you gawking at Joel's delicious biceps, mutual pining (though you're both too nervous to make the first move), you now have a song 🥰, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), reader's race not mentioned, no use of y/n

Author's Note: this was one of the more fun chapters to write! It also brings us the song which (in part) gave me the idea for this story. Give it a listen and tell me you can't see yourself in Joel's truck on a sunny day, windows down, music blasting ☺️

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The rest of the weekend you spend in daydreams, imagining scenarios that are unlikely to happen, if only to prepare yourself for what may actually happen. Joel is not likely to sneak into your room through your window, nor to approach you in a dimly lit corner at your job. But you like to think you'd have a handle on what would happen next. You like to think he'd be impressed by your maturity, that you're not like other girls your age.

But you have to admit that at the same time you realize you have no idea of the bounds you're crossing, of what lies beyond those daydreams that play out quite safely in your head. You cannot control Joel but it's very likely he can control you, and you're not sure whether that thought excites you or scares you.

Trevor is out of sight, out of mind. He hasn't even bothered to give you a call. Whatever he sensed between you and Joel at the party that night has obviously hurt him, and he's run back to Houston to lick his wounds. You are surprised that you don't think anything about him except mild annoyance.

Should it scare you that an older man is attracted to you? You could easily shut him out, cut it off before whatever this is branches into something uncontrollable. Right now you're safe.

But what if you're tired of safety?

You're living in your cousin's house, per your mother's permission, driving a car that was handed down to you, attending a school that everyone thought was best for you.

So what's wrong with taking a little something for yourself? Figuring something out on your own, even if you might get hurt in the process? Even if you might get rejected?

Curiosity killed the cat, so the saying goes.. But is there any quote about luck? Because it's purely luck that carries you as you catch up with Joel just before he leaves for work one sunny day. Dressed in a white tee with the sleeves rolled up, high-waisted shorts and your favorite Converse high tops, you catch up with him at his passenger window. "I'm coming with you today," you say with more confidence than you feel, now that you're actually face to face with Joel again. You're taking the initiative because he hasn't reached out. Too late you realize you may be an inconvenience.

Joel looks like a deer in headlights, and for a moment you find it so cute. "Oh.. really? I, uh.. sure, that works." He pops the automatic locks on his door and waits until you step in to turn the engine on.

You smile brightly, heart hammering in your chest. "Good, because I'm buying lunch for us later." You put on your seat belt. "Where are we going first?"

He eyes you as you make yourself comfortable in his truck, and it doesn't escape you that his gaze travels up your legs and to your thighs. You wonder if he's remembering how they feel around him. Then he clears his throat and begins to back out of the driveway. "Well, we got two more new jobs that need to be done, so we'll head to those first." His arm reaches across the back of your headrest as he maneuvers the truck onto the street.

"What kinds of sites are they? Residential? Commercial?"

Joel glances at you and a smirk crosses his lips. "You've done your homework on the contracting business, haven't ya?"

You blush with pride. "There's this beautiful thing called the internet," you remind him.

"Ah, that's a foreign concept to a dinosaur like myself," his deep, warm voice sounds serious but there's a twinkle in his eyes. "Actually, they're both residential jobs. New roofing on one, and the other..." he trails off and you realize he's lost in thought, looking down, obviously distracted by the point where the hem of your jean shorts meets the flesh of your thigh. "The, uh, other job.. is rebuilding a garage." You smile as he forces his eyes back to the road, your heart skips several beats.

"Maybe it's time for some music?" you suggest, as the tension is palpable, and you know he can feel it.

"Yeah, sounds good to me." He reaches over and turns on the radio. The end of an oldies song blasts from the speakers, and is followed by another, and you immediately recognize the bright guitar melody, it's the opening of "Cherry, Cherry". With a grin you start swaying along to the music.

"I love this song," Joel says, his expression one of wonderment. "What's a kid like you know about Neil Diamond?"

"Just that this is one of my favorite songs," you reply with a cheeky grin. "And now it'll remind me of this moment."

Baby loves me, yes, yes she does Ah, the girl's outta sight, yeah Says she loves me, yes, yes she does Mmm, gonna show me tonight, yeah

When he smiles at you there's a warmth in his eyes. "It'll remind me of this moment, too."

"Then I guess this is our song," you say with certitude, leaning back against the seat, the wind ruffling your hair. "Joel, can I ask you something.. kinda personal?"

It looks like he's mentally and physically preparing himself for what your question could be. "Sure. What's up?"

You pause, second-guessing yourself. "So, why don't you have a girlfriend? I mean, I assume you're single." Your voice shakes a little as you ask, and you wonder if he can hear it.

Joel reddens slightly. "Well.. I've just been really busy with work and raisin' Sarah. Never really had time to invest in a relationship before."

You want to ask about Sarah's mom. It's been a burning question ever since you've known him, and you haven't been able to get any information from Sarah herself, whose face clouded at any mention of a lack of female presence in her life. For now it doesn't feel right to ask, and you don't want to put a dent in the fledgling friendship between you and Joel. That's a question you tuck away into your pocket for a later time. Your expression turns playful. "I guess it must be harder as you get older."

He gives a little chuckle. "Yeah, as you get older it gets harder. Women start to want kids.. want to get married."

"Are you against getting married?" you ask, genuinely curious.

There's a long silence from him and you worry whether you've crossed a boundary, brought up a sore subject. "I don't know," he answers with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I get it. Honestly the odds are against married couples. Over fifty percent of marriages end in divorce."

"Yeah. I know a lot of guy who've been burned in marriage."

You wonder if he's including himself in that number and your eyes soften. You feel it's callous to prod him and give pointless statistics. "One of my best friends back home is getting married soon. Her boyfriend proposed on graduation day. He's going into the Marines.. I can't imagine getting married at eighteen."

"Well, I can't say I'd be totally against marriage, if it was with the right person." Joel's smile is nervous, and he focuses on driving.

You could ask him what the qualifications are, and measure yourself against them, but you highly doubt 'teenaged college freshman' is one of the distinguishing characteristics he'll mention wanting in a wife. So you gracefully change the subject as you see the job site up ahead. "I'm excited to see you in action," you grin at him.

"You're excited to see me in action?" he repeats. "Well get ready. 'Cause I'll show you how I do it."

Your heart skips a beat and your blush at his innuendo. Is it innuendo?

It has to be, because he continues. "If you want, you can be my assistant. I can tell you exactly how I want things done." He gives you a side-eye and smirks. He drives up to the site and parks.

You bite your lip, taking the bait. "I'm a fast learner." You're flirting, yes, flirting back.

"I'll show you everything you need to know.."

You wet your lips with your tongue, your face still red. "I'll bet there's a lot you could teach me.."

"There is," his voice is husky, almost strained. "I'd enjoy teachin' you."

There's a tingling in your body as the flirtation seems to have taken a serious turn. Your brain locks up, taking the safest route back. "You're funny, Joel." Your smile is forced.

There's a moment of quiet, a silence that is rife with tension. "I'm not tryin' to be."

You look at him. A new tension fills the air, something exciting and new. You swallow hard. "Think we should get out?"

His countenance changes abruptly, back to factory settings. "If you want. They're almost done here, so it shouldn't take too long."

"Trying to get rid of me that quickly?"

He smirks again and hands you a bright yellow hard hat. "Come on, it's hard hat time. Can't have you gettin' hurt while you're my assistant, now can I?"

You put the hat on and it's a little bigger than you need. Seeing that smirk on his face has brought out something within you, and the words bubble up in your throat. "Can't do it without protection," you smirk back.

"Very true," he says, and you admire him with that yellow piece of plastic on his head. "But there are certain times for exceptions."

"Really? When are those times?" You watch him blush. "Come on, you're the expert. You tell me."

Now out of the truck he eyes you again, and this time you let yourself bask in how it feels. "Am I dressed okay?"

He swallows hard and gives a curt nod. "You won't see me complainin'." Just then a hopeful look crosses his face, as if he's remembered something. "You doin' anything tonight?"

Your heart leaps and you shut your mouth tight in fear it may just jump right out and land at Joel's feet. "Um, I don't think so. Why?"

He rubs the back of his neck and you watch, enrapt, as his bicep flexes. "Well me, Tommy, and some of the guys are gettin' together for a beer after work and Sarah's gonna be all by herself. I'm not sayin' she needs a babysitter, but I know she'd rather spend time with you than alone. Would you be okay comin' over, or her comin' to you?"

Your smile is wide so as to cover the hurt you feel that he didn't ask you out, and then you feel foolish for having thought it would happen at all. "Of course, Joel." Though Sarah probably would have come over even without her dad suggesting it.

"Yeah.. thanks. It's just gonna be.. y'know.. catchin' up with some friends who are in town."

You raise your brow, silently wondering if those friends include women, older women who have more confidence and experience than you. "You gonna wear something other than this?" You playfully tug at his gray t-shirt.

His grin is infectious. He obviously likes your teasing. "You don't think it looks good on me?"

"You look good all the time," you reply, walking ahead, smiling, blushing.

You watch as Joel checks out the site, giving instructions to different workers. It's a side of him you've never seen before. You watch him when you know he's not looking, taking in the way his clothes hug him in all the right places, especially his biceps: round, thick and smooth, half-hidden under his t-shirt sleeves.

When you stop for lunch at a sandwich place, you both sit in the bed of the truck, enjoying your meal. "So tonight.." you wash down your food with some water. "Should I have Sarah at my place in case you bring someone home?" It hurts to ask, as if by simply suggesting that such a thing would happen, that it already has.

Joel only shakes his head, a little amused by your question. "I don't think there's much of a chance of that happenin', sweetheart."

He calls you 'sweetheart' and it's like a caress on your skin. You have to remember to breathe. "You never know. You're hot, you have to know that." At this Joel nearly chokes on his food and you chuckle, patting his back until he's okay again. "There are some women out there who prefer a no-strings attached kind of thing."

"No-strings-attached isn't my thing," he says solidly. "I'm gettin' too old for that kinda bullshit. I want strings attached."

His gaze upon you is piercing, liable to steal your breath away. "I guess that's how it should be. Just two people for each other."

"Yeah.. two people for each other." He finishes his lunch and so do you. "We should be headin' to the next site."

He has to be teasing me. It's just meaningless chatter to someone young and inexperienced. He's having fun at my expense because I'm allowing it.

On the drive to the next, you keep quiet, thinking deeply. Oldies play on the radio but you block out the details of who and what is playing.

"Looks like you'll finally be rid of me after this," you tell him once you're parked at the second site. You get out together.

He chuckles. "Yeah, finally. Some peace and quiet."

You smile back. "Aw, you'll miss me."

"Oh, I don't think I'll miss you for one second." Joel puts his hands on his hips, a silly, defiant stance.

You poke his chest. "If you say so."

He pokes you right back. "Yeah, I say so."

"Come on, don't you have a job to do?"

"Yeah, come on, sweetheart. Let's get to work." This plays out the same as at the first site. Your eyes don't even take in the architecture of what these men are doing. You just see Joel.

"I thought I might get to see you in action," you say once you're away from the builders. "I thought I'd get to see you hammering or sawing.."

"You want to see me use my muscles or somethin', sweetheart?" He steps close to you. "I don't think you can handle it."

"You don't know what I can handle," you tell him with a little attitude, your hand on your hip.

"Sweetheart, you're about half my size. I don't think you could handle what I'm packing." He wears a smug smirk. "But I'd love to show you."

Not for the first time you feel a rush of heat to your core. "I'd love to see it.."

He's even closer to you now. Your entire body sizzles. "Maybe it's time I show you exactly what you'd be working with, sweetheart."

Joel's phone chirps and he frowns as he picks it up. The mood, while not shattered, has changed and you're both back on Planet Earth. You can't help but feel a little bummed.

"I have an emergency I need to tend to. Is it okay if I drop you off real quick?"

"Sure," you smile. On the ride home Joel is on his phone, talking to one of the men on his crew, discussing the problem in question. Your thighs stick to the leather seats. Once you're home he gives a quick smile and wave before driving off.

As you walk through the door you get a text from Hailey, a friend from the cafe. party tonight! finally 21! come thru

You said you'd keep Sarah company while Joel is out, but maybe there's a way you can do both..

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[whoahoney]

Y’all my waiter at Chilis was so Eddie coded I swallowed my tongue.

He had NECK TATTOOS (not to mention both arms sleeved) and CHUNKY RINGS and BROWN EYES

He seated my mom first and then looked at me said “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to get me, my names Cole.” And then WINKED AT ME.

I couldn’t look this man in the eye worth a shit and I’m GROWN! I have given speeches in front of rooms full of people, but one cute edgy dude with nice arms and a hot voice looks my direction and I’m WEAK.

He was great at his job, so he got a fat tip, but after we paid, he TURNS TO ME and asks, “is there anything else I can do for you before I go on my break?”

And I said “no, thank you 🥰🤤😅” and accepted my to-go box with shaking hands and then he disappeared into the kitchen, never to be seen again.

They had to wheel me out on a gurney because my heart exploded everywhere, how embarrassing.

Not me brewing up a waiter!eddie fic in the recesses of my brain.

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The Request: @fi-fi19 Hi ! Can you do nakagoshi × a reader who have an eating dis****order, please ( cute one ) and Reiji×a reader who self ha***rm , please! Don't turn me down, I've been waiting for so long to ask this request and thank you .

Don’t hide anything from me | Nakagoshi x reader / Reiji x reader

a/n: Hello, thank you for your request 🙏🏻 I hope you like your fic ☺️🫡 It is all fluffy and soft 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of eating disorders, mention of self harm

Nakagoshi x reader

Nakagoshi was watching his girlfriend carefully as they walked home. She looked away from him and smiled often, but he knew that this smile was a forced one.

No his girlfriend had done nothing wrong, no she still loved him. But what she was hiding hurt Nakagoshi deeply.

When they arrived in front of her house, the young girl turned to her boyfriend and smiled.

“Thank you for walking me home”

Nakagoshi smiled and put his hands in his pockets

“Are you sure you're not hungry? You haven't eaten anything."

Nakagoshi's smile fell as Y/n shook her head quickly.

“Y/n…why are you lying to me?”

When Y/n looked at her boyfriend in surprise, the young boy reached out his hand and took his girlfriend's hand. Nakagoshi was a very caring boyfriend, apart from the cold impression he showed on the outside.

“You don't eat anything near me or outside. You don't even eat all day. But you always say you're not hungry.” The young boy took a deep breath. "What's the problem ? Can't you eat when people are around?”

Y/n knew her boyfriend was aware of something. She just didn't think she could tell him that. She had lost weight rapidly and was determined not to gain that weight again. And she didn't care about her health.

“I… I'm not really hungry. I'm also eating-“

"When ? You're with me all day, y/n. I know the snack packets in your bag. You starve until you faint and then eat them, right?”

The young girl objected with fear

“No, not at all!”

Although Nakagoshi looked at his girlfriend in surprise for a few seconds at her rising voice, he could understand why she was panicking. When he and y/n started dating y/n always thought she was overweight. That's why she often said she was trying to lose weight. Even though he noticed that the young girl was getting thinner over time, he didn't say anything because she looked happy, but he couldn't ignore her disregard for her health.

“I won't ask what you did or didn't do. You don't have to tell me, but I care about you. I love you y/n. That's why I want us both to be healthy.”

Nakagoshi smiled as the young girl silently looked at her boyfriend's face

“From now on, we will eat together, if you want, we can do exercise together. But I won't let you starve, okay?”

The young boy was confident, and y/n trusted him even though she didn't know what would happen…

***

Reiji x reader

The young girl looked at the itchy scratches on her arm and sighed. The wounds on her wrist were itchy and red from scratching. And the material of the sweater she was wearing made her even more uncomfortable.

While she was scratching her arm, Reiji, who was watching her from a distance, raised one eyebrow, trying to understand what his girlfriend was doing. He first thought it was a mosquito bite, but the long-sleeved sweater she wore in this hot weather made her suspicious.

When he entered the door of the cafe and walked to the table where his girlfriend was sitting, the young girl raised her head and looked at the person approaching her. When Reiji smiled and looked at his girlfriend, the young girl panicked, quickly covered her arm with the sleeve of her sweater and stood up.

Reiji became even more suspicious when the young girl smiled nervously and opened her arms. He was sure she was hiding something from him but still chose to hug her first

“Sorry I'm late”

Y/n shook her head and smiled.

“It's okay, you're always late”

Reiji was sure there was no reproach in her voice, he smiled and sat down at the table. He listened to the young girl's day for a while and asked her what she was doing. But the question in his mind did not leave him alone. When he reached out his hand and touched the young girl's hand, he quickly frowned when he saw that she was startled.

“Y/n? What's the problem?"

The young girl laughed nervously

“I was just startled for a moment, it's okay.”

Reiji, of course, didn't believe it. He was sure that she was hiding something from him. He didn't want to upset her, but he didn't like her lying to him either. Before the young girl could even pull her hand away, he held her hand tightly and rolled up the sleeve of her sweater in one move.

Y/n couldn't even react. While Reiji looked at the cuts on the young girl's forearm in surprise, y/n took her hand away.

“I… I have to go.”

"You are not going any where."

When the young girl stood up, Reiji spoke in a calm voice. He didn't want to scare her, but they needed to talk about this problem.

“I don't want you to go anywhere without telling me what's going on. What's the point of me being your boyfriend, y/n, if you can't even share with me what makes you hurt yourself?"

When the young girl's eyes filled with tears, Reiji quickly hugged her. He whispered while gently caressing the young girl's hair.

“I'm not a good person but I'm definitely not a bad boyfriend… I love you so much y/n and I will do anything to protect you.”

Himuro Reiji was a scary person, but y/n had never been afraid of him. Because she knew that her boyfriend would be there against everything that scared her...

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