#i just need to smoosh his face and give him a forehead kiss
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frnkiebby · 1 month ago
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i am—
pls someone i am not okay
i might legitimately sob look at how happy he is he’s so fucking gorgeous and i am losing my shit over his crinkles h e l p~🎃
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tojisun · 3 months ago
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the apple that rolled over to the tree
!! fluff; f!reader; parenthood!!; simon-centric hehe >:3 // divider by @/plutism!
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there is a… kid attached to your hip when simon returns home from a mission, his exhausted body stumbling into the kitchen where he finds you and it.
“what—”
he can’t even fathom the emotion coursing through him at the moment, what with shock triumphing over everything. still, you’d probably need to give him credit for not losing his goddamn mind at seeing a whole child — he couldn’t have been more than two years old with how he’s only three apples tall — clinging to you like a baby koala.
“oh my god, you’re back!” you squeal, unfazed at how dumbfounded your fiance has become, before shuffling close to embrace him.
simon reciprocates the hug anyway.
you step back, your lips still wobbling in your tears as you stare up at him, all awed like you couldn’t believe that he was back and simon wishes he can press his promises to your lips because he will always find a way to come back, he swears on his life, but also—
the child.
“sweetheart?” he begins, soft as to not spook you or the kid. “who’s, uh, who’s that?”
the child shifts, turning his little face from where it was burrowed onto your neck at the sound of simon’s voice. he rests his head on your clavicle, smooshing his already chubby cheek, before the biggest brown eyes that simon’s ever seen stare up at him, all doe-eyed and jarringly innocent, and simon, he—
well, not even babysitting tommy’s kids prepared him for this.
“this is yasha,” you murmur, pulling simon’s attention back to you. “or yakov, or james if he would want an english name.”
the boy reacts to you calling his name, and simon watches as those curious eyes tip up at you in question. you swipe your finger over his nose, the little thing scrunching up at the ticklish feeling, and simon becomes breathless at seeing the unadulterated joy in your face.
it is all parts soft and tender, but also anxious and worried, and simon begins to puzzle out the pieces.
“he’s my foster child. or ours, i guess, now that you’re here.” your voice is so fragile as you reply to him, your hand now beginning to rub soothing nothings on the boy’s back. simon wonders if it’s more to calm yourself down than it is to comfort the boy.
your lips purse, hesitating, and simon waits because while he he’s pieced out what you want to ask, he knows that this is something you would want to truly talk to him about. it is something he knows you have mustered up the courage to bring up so he gives it to you, open and ready, and he hopes that his face and his gait show that whatever it is you would want to say, simon will always support you no matter what.
“si?” you begin, looking heart-wrenchingly small in your worry. “i think i wanna adopt him.”
simon hums, stepping close but also being careful not to crowd yasha, before he curls his arms around you two — his family — and nuzzles his face on your other shoulder. “i’d love that.”
he offers you a smile, and squeezes your arm in comfort, then he watches as the tears come, easily springing up from your eyes. yasha startles, whirling to look up at his mother in worry. simon’s throat constricts at the thought of you being a mother and him, a father; how, now, there is someone else for simon to come home to. someone to fight for.
jesus. he’d need to tell the lads and maybe get wasted as a celebration.
“owies?” yasha asks, chubby fist balling your shirt.
“they’re happy tears, sweetie pie,” you reply, crooning. “i’m just so, so happy.”
yasha hums, nodding, probably already distracted, and simon takes that time to straighten back up. he pushes your hair away from your face, before he pitches forward to press a kiss on your forehead.
yeah, he’s happy too.
.
yasha gets spoiled, not that simon’s complaining given that he’s been the one doing all the spoiling.
“really, si? a new toly?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest in your exasperation.
toly or anatoly, or tory because yasha still can’t speak properly, is the name that yasha gave to all of his new stuffed toys. it all started with a dog plush that simon bought from the supermarket on a whim and gave to the boy. it was laughably quick how yasha had abandoned his blocks to make grabby hands to the toy, before squealing out that name.
the next stuffed toy that yasha received, which was just the softest and roundest penguin plush toy that simon’s ever seen, was also named toly. so was that teddy bear you bought for him. or that reindeer he got for christmas. somehow, every single one had been named toly.
the only thing you and simon can find about toly was that anatoly means sunrise. simon was so sure it was the russian word for animal, because why else would yasha repeat it, but who would have thought that their little fish is so imaginative?
like, of course he’s going to name all of his toys toly because they are as warm as sunrises. see? smart kid.
but this one, this new toly, set off world records. it was a camel plush that simon saw at the airport when he was out, pretending to be a civilian.
(garrick had been assigned with him for that mission, and was quick to spot and mention simon’s on-duty purchase.
“it’s for my boy,” he grunted in reply, forgetting the fact that he’s yet to truly break the news to his squad. garrick had never looked as surprised, and next thing simon knew, the news made its way to their group chat.
price was amiable about the whole thing. mactavish? not so much.
he just about begged to see a picture of yasha — “and yer girl again, if you wouldn’t mind.” — or even visit him. then he invited garrick to come and price invited himself too, so now the guys are going to swing by some time soon.)
when simon gave it to yasha, their boy had stared at it for a solid minute — simon counted — before screaming and then running to snatch the toy from simon’s hold. he hugged the camel close to his person, his little head nuzzling against the plush face of the camel, all the while absolutely vibrating in unabashed excitement.
he picked up thundering footsteps and turned around just enough to see you literally slide into the room. yasha continued to hug the camel, ignorant of the distress he caused, while you looked on in your panic, buzzing with worry because you just heard your boy scream, damn it!
“he’s fine, bub,” simon said before you could ask, and he watched as you came down from your frenzy, your breathing slowing down at the rationalization that if simon was not panicked, then everything’s alright.
then, your eyes landed on the new stuff toy.
“really?” you asked.
in his defence, yasha adores camel-toly.
in your defence, yasha’s room is running out of space for his tolys.
…well, simon does have all that military money. gonna have to spend it on something else, right?
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[charlie foxtrot]
sriley: link
john2: ????
sriley: new address.
garry: oh? congratulations.
sriley: thanks.
johnp: 👍
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yasha was shy when saying hi to price, then outright cried when he saw mactavish, which made simon bark out loud in laughter. yasha only stopped sniffling when he saw kyle. in no time, yasha absolutely adored garrick to the point that he would not even let him go.
dinner was prepared and while you called them all to eat, simon ambled out of the kitchen, where he had been helping you, and walked towards kyle and yasha to pick up his son and seat him on his high chair. but yasha had only looked at him, his head tilted in question, before ignoring simon and clinging onto kyle.
hell, he had even let go of camel-toly so that he could use two chubby fists to hold onto kyle. surprised, simon didn’t even know how to react and watched as his sergeant offered him an apologetic smile before carrying his son to the dining room. kyle rounded the table and sat yasha on his high chair, only, yasha made a scene when kyle did so, and he released a lungful of screams and cries, breaking everyone’s eardrums and their hearts.
kyle stood there, worried and confused, and hovered because he did not know what to do. hell, none of them did, and then you walked out of the kitchen, rushing to yasha, and hummed songs to comfort your son.
you crooned when he made grabby hands to be picked up and you did so with no hesitation, your touch soothing the boy into quiet sniffles. but even then, yasha wouldn’t settle down as he wriggled in your arms, short limbs reaching for—
simon glowered.
yasha was reaching for kyle. you were quick to giggle, asking kyle if it was alright that yasha would eat with him, and simon had glared at his sergeant, daring him to deny their son of anything, before reluctantly nodding his approval at kyle’s happy trill of, “of course, ma’am!”
yasha had finally calmed down when you sat him on kyle’s lap, and his boy was even polite enough to actually eat his soft veggies every time kyle beckoned him to open his mouth for a new spoonful.
simon did not startle, but it was close, when your hand landed on his thigh.
“you okay, baby?” you asked, eyes furrowed in your worry.
“yeah,” he remembers replying with, his throat all choked-up because he knows yasha must be excited to have new people to play with, but still, there was something that stung when his boy chose garrick over him.
not that it was kyle’s fault because he is a dear for even doing all that he did for yasha, but simon had hoped that he would always be yasha’s favourite.
too lost in his thoughts, simon had almost missed yasha’s call.
“-ddy? daddy?” yasha asked, startling simon.
it was not the first time yasha called him that, but every time he did, it never fails to make simon melt.
“yeah? what’s up, buddy?”
simon pretended that no one was watching the interaction.
yasha giggled, hiding his food-smeared lips behind his little palms, before turning to use garrick’s front to hide from simon. you snorted, murmuring to kyle how you swear you would wash his shirt before they go, but it’s all buzz to simon because his son — his darling boy — wanted to play with him during dinner.
yasha peeked at him again, before giggling once more when he caught simon’s eyes. this continued on until dinner ended, with simon occasionally miming growling monsters to induce more hearty giggles from his son, and being rewarded with the happiest laughter ever.
simon turned to you, with his heart on his throat, and beamed.
“aww,” mactavish sang from somewhere beside him. “ain’t that adorable— argh!”
simon had swung his arm out and thumped his fist on johnny’s stomach. thank god, yasha had chosen that time to hide his face again on kyle’s stomach.
.
“unca’ john?” yasha asks in a stage-whisper because everyone within earshot just heard him even with his attempt to be quiet. it’s only their training that stopped simon from acting like he’s noticed.
“yeah, bubsy?” john replies, sounding so utterly soft that this version of him is so foreign to simon.
“this tory,” yasha says and simon discreetly peeks to see which toly is being introduced to uncle john — it’s the elephant one.
price gasps theatrically like he hadn’t seen yasha drool all over this elephant toy before, and puffs out, “how cute!”
“mhmm,” yasha says, nodding, then smacks the face of the toy on john’s face. the trunk smooshes against john’s nose, and thank god that elephant-tory is soft because that aim would have been lethal if it wasn’t.
“jesus—” price gasps out.
“language!” simon hisses, and ducks his head back down just before yasha could catch him peeking.
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yasha is now four and he still gets teary eyed when he sees johnny. simon placates his friend and says it’ll pass soon. maybe.
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basically, i wanted to write a fic wherein simon’s reaction to being presented with a child is “what— oh okay, sure why not” and (literally in 20 minutes) “i will kill everything for this child” and so here we are
a simon spinoff - it takes a rampage (to be a dad)
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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months ago
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Hiiiiiiii
Could you please do reader x batboys
The reader gives a surprise kiss while smooshing their cheeks like they’re so kissable. —- The batboys could be rambling or whatever works for you writer.
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Dick was going on about something that you had forgotten about as you soon found yourself occupied by how cute his every expression was while telling the story, so much so to the point it was hard to contain just how much it had effected you.
You couldn’t help it as everything within your body urged you forward to squish his cheeks until his lips were puckered like a fish with a hand before planting a series of kisses to his lips and pulling away to a wide eyed Dick.
‘What was that?’ He asks incoherently from your hand squishing his cheeks.
You shrug, unable to find any logic to any of your actions other than wanting to shut him up with a kiss. ‘You were being adorable so I kissed you.’
‘You could’ve just asked for a kiss instead of stealing one, how shameless of you babe.’ He jokes as he rubs his cheeks after you let them go, unable to hide his smile at your spontaneity.
‘Says the one who loves it whenever I kiss him out of the blue and practically begs me to do it again.’ You retorted, recalling the time where Dick would follow you like a lost puppy after kissing him when he came back injured from a night of long patrol, you genuinely thought you were going to loose him and kissed him in the heat of the moment out of fear.
Dick huffs as he leaned himself into you and puckering his lips. ‘Gimme another kiss.’
‘No.’ You said.
‘Please.’
‘No.’
‘Stop being mean and withholding my kisses privileges and gimme.’ Dick groaned, pushing his face closer to yours as you chuckled at his goofy attempts.
‘Fine, I guess I can give you another kiss.’ You sighed playfully as you pressed another couple kisses to his lips, falling for Dick’s trap as he was quick to place a hand to the back of your head to keep your lips on his, just as his other hand sneaked to your waist and pull you onto his lap, smiling into your lips in pride.
Jason was telling you about the many, many stories he had regarding himself and Roy whenever they went on patrol together, but you had found yourself lost in the movement of his lips and taking notice of how plush yet slightly chapped they were, yet to you his lips were perfect non the less.
You were very aware of how attached to the hip Jason and Roy were from the times where you were greeted home by both men talking up a storm in the kitchen and laughing as they shared a drink or two.
So you weren’t surprised that at the height of their boredom they would do something stupid or borderline reckless to alleviate said boredom, if anything it was expected at this point but that didn’t meant you wanted either of them to come to harm, which meant that you oftentimes acted as their medic for these situations.
So while Jason was mid sentence you reached a hand to squish his cheeks and and kissed him on the lips before pulling away, rendering him speechless as he blinked once, twice and three times as though he were trying to come to terms with what had just happened.
‘Did-did you just kiss me while I was in the middle of trying to tell a story?’ He’d ask.
‘Yes, yes I did because you were being cute.’ You replied and Jason couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you in close by the waist and resting his head against your forehead.
‘Do you not feel guilty of your crime?’ He asks in a low voice, his pretty eyes occasionally glancing towards your lips, causing a familiar warmth to flood throughout you.
‘No, in fact I’d do it again if given the chance.’ You told him truthfully.
Jason raised a brow. ‘Oh really? Would you then care to steal another kiss from me right here right now?’
‘It’s not stealing when the other person is asking me to kiss him while looking like he wants to kiss me himself.’ You said, seeing the way that he was struggling in holding himself back from acting on his wants and needs for confirmation that you wanted him to kiss you. While you loved the fact that Jason always asked for permission to kiss you, you sometimes wished that he’d just kiss you without a second thought like he had on several occasions, for you’d always say yes whenever it came to Jason.
Jason didn’t say anything but his hands on your waist tightened and you knew he was growing desperate for that kiss and so you squeezed his biceps and leaned in close to his face and said. ‘Take what you want and don’t feel guilty about it Jason, just kiss me already.’
Jason didn’t need to be told twice as within seconds his lips were on yours and everything in your life felt right and perfect the moment his lips touched yours, something you’ve jokingly called the Jason effect in the past, but it couldn’t be truer in this moment as you pressed yourself further into him and allowed yourself to sink into the sweet kiss.
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annwrites · 1 month ago
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⸻ trick or treat one-shot collection.
· pairing: jacaerys velaryon x twinsis!reader · type: modern!au | (collection) · summary: you & your family attend a fall fair. · tags: twincest, rhaenyra & harwin approve, lots of family fluff · word count: 2,989
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Your mom and dad decide to take you all to the fall fair on a Saturday. 
You and Jace eventually break off on your own while your dad, Harwin, seats your youngest brother, Joffrey, on his shoulders, and your mom, Rhaenyra, keeps Luke between the two of them while they all explore and play games.
You wrap your arm around Jace’s, and he looks at you with a grin before stepping up to a ring toss game.
He slaps a five down on the counter before you can tell him to save his money, and the attendant hands him five plastic rings in return. 
He gives you a wink before turning back to the game…and he promptly misses his first throw.
You stifle a giggle and Jace sighs before trying again, and losing again.
Three tries later finds him as having hit only one bottle, and the two of you walk away without a prize to speak of.
He frowns, wrapping your arm back around his. 
“I just wanted to win you something,” he mumbles.
You smile warmly up at him, then press a soft kiss to his shoulder. 
“I already have you,” you reply.
He gives you a peck against your curled hair and he then smiles when he spots a photo-booth.
He jerks his head toward it. “C’mon.”
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Jace pulls you into his lap, but pauses before feeding the machine so it can start taking pictures.
He slides a hand under your skirt and between your legs—rubbing you over your tights. “We’re alone in here. Do you…want to mess around some? Let it take pictures while we do?”
You shift in his lap and drape an arm over his shoulders. “All it takes is someone pulling back the curtain, Jace. Or it spitting out photos and someone walks near the dispenser and sees?”
He leans back and he removes his hand from between your legs, instead resting it upon your knee. “Alright, fine.”
You grin, taking the five dollar bill from his hand and shoving it into the slot. “We can still kiss, though.”
You lean down and cup his cheek while pressing your lips to his and the flash brightens the space before a countdown begins on the screen.
You and Jace press your foreheads together then, gazing into one another’s eyes, and it snaps another picture.
Next, you press your lips to his cheek while he beams at the camera, and it flashes again. 
Jace then does the same to you and you giggle happily.
For your final photo, you and Jace smoosh your faces together and give toothy grins to the small lens in front of you.
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When the two of you exit the booth, you smooth the skirt of your dress while Jace retrieves the small camera roll and he looks the captures over with a smile before handing them to you to put away inside your bag for safe-keeping.
“What next?” You ask, twining your fingers between your brother’s.
He looks around at the assortment of carnival games, rides, and food and merchandise vendors. 
“Bumper cars or Wild Mouse?”
You think for a moment. “Wild Mouse. I’ll text mom and see if Luke wants to play bumper cars with us.”
He nods, leading you over to the coaster ride.
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While the two of you wait in line, you shoot your mom a message, telling her and Luke to meet you and Jace by the bumper cars in fifteen if he wants to play, before tucking your phone back away into your bag. You then cuddle against Jace’s chest and your eyes flutter closed while he wraps his arms around you. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t…” He sighs. “I just really wanted to win you something.”
You pull back and he slides his hands down to your waist. 
You reach up and cup his cheek. “I don’t need some stuffed animal to lug around all night, Jace. It’s okay, really.”
He nods. “I know. I just… We’re…together. And that’s something I’m supposed to do, isn’t it? Win my girl prizes at carnival games?”
You smile warmly. “‘Your girl’?”
He grins, nodding. “Mine.”
The line moves forward, and you and Jace wait patiently to be the next ones up. 
He turns back to you. “There’s only so much we can do publicly. At least right now in this town. I wanted to at least do that.”
You stand on tip-toes and brush a kiss over his lips. “You can try again later, if you want? Jace, I’m just happy to be here with you. I’m always happy to be with you. Whether at school watching you at lacrosse practice, or at home in your bed watching movies or playing games on the Xbox… Jace, I love you, whether we have to be discreet or not.”
He shrugs, twining his fingers between yours. “Things will be different once we both go off to college where no one knows that we’re related. We can be open about it, then.”
You smile and tuck a curl behind his ear. “I know. Just wish we could now.”
The line moves again, and you and Jace are guided into your seats and you raise your hands while lap-bars are lowered and locked securely into place.
You take his hand in yours then, and grin widely before the car shoots away from the terminal and begins to head up a small hill before sliding in various direction, spinning you both round as you laugh happily.
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The rest of your family are waiting for you by the bumper cars, and Luke is practically jumping out of his skin to get in one.
Your mom smiles before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your hair while Jace goes to talk to your dad—the two of them have been holding a place for the two of you in-line, and you’re nearly the next ones up.
“Where all have you two been so far?” She asks, rubbing her hand against your back. 
“Jace played right toss—”
“Oh yeah?” Harwin asks. “You win your sister anything?”
With furrowed brows, you make note of the strange facial exchange that takes place between he and your mom.
Jace shakes his head and you take a step closer to him, disliking the dejected look on his face. 
“We can always try again later,” you say quietly.
“Then we went in the photo booth and rode the Wild Mouse coaster.”
Your mom smiles while Joffrey clings to her side. “Can I see?”
“Hm?”
“The pictures,” she replies.
Your eyes widen. “O-oh. I think—”
“It must’ve been out of ink,” Jace replies. “I wasted five dollars so it could print out blank photos. We just threw the roll away.”
Your parents exchange another look, and just as you’re about to ask if something is going on, the attendant calls for three individuals to fill now-empty cars. 
You, Jace, and Luke take your seats in different colored cars before strapping yourselves in and promptly slamming into one another.
“Jace!” You shout before Luke slams into you from behind with satisfactory laughter.
“Oh, you little…” You mumble, spinning your car around, slamming into a stranger before heading for Luke who’s desperately trying to get away from you while howling with laughter.
And then Jace sweeps in from the side and bumps into him, and he shoots you a wink before doing it again.
You consider, then slam into Jace.
“Hey! I was defending you!” He shouts.
“Get ‘im, Y/N!” You hear your dad shout, and you smile widely before doing it again.
Jace spins his wheel in your direction and you scramble to get away from him, but he quickly chases you down, along with Luke—the two of them now on your tail—and they each cage you in from either side, continually bumping you back and forth like a ping-pong ball.
Your head rolls this way and that, and turning your wheel does you absolutely no good with the way you’re trapped.
And then a buzzer finally sounds and you breath a sigh of relief.
“Oh, thank God,” you murmur, hoping you don’t end up with a splitting headache later.
Jace helps you out of your car and Luke runs up to you and pokes you in the side.
“I win!”
You frown, crossing your arms. “I was outnumbered.”
He shrugs. “What do I get for winning?”
Your brows raise. “We didn’t bet anything!”
He stares up at Jace. “Make her give me something.”
Jace grins, placing a palm against his back, leading him out to where your parents are waiting. “We’ll think of something once we get home.”
You snort. “That’s likely.”
Luke turns back to you. “Can you make me those one cookies that have the pumpkins on them?”
“The Pillsbury ones?” You reply.
He nods.
“Sure, I think there’s a couple packs in the fridge still.”
He throws his arms around your waist. “At least you’re not a sore loser.”
You shove him away, toward your mom. “Get lost, Luke.”
He smirks, joining your dad at a table where Joffrey is getting his face painted by a woman in French braids.
“Where to next?” Your mom asks, draping your curls over your shoulders.
You glance to Jace.
“Maybe we’ll go on the Ferris wheel,” he suggests.
Your mom takes a step back, raising her palms. “That’s all on the two of you. Perhaps if I were twenty years younger.”
She nods to your dad. “Think I’ll stick to watching Joffrey and Luke while keeping my feet on the ground.”
"Oh come on, it's not that bad," Jace insists. "It's a slow ride."
She shakes her head. "I don't need to watch others swinging their seats while I'm desperate to get back down."
You smile, give her a hug, and then Jace wraps his arm around your shoulders before leading you away.
You don’t catch the knowing look she gives the two of you as you head in another direction.
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While you wait to move forward in the extraordinarily long line for the Ferris wheel—you're surprised it's longer than the one for the rollercoaster had been, but it is a 'classic', after all—you blink up at Jace.
"Did...you notice the weird looks mom and dad kept giving each other?"
He crosses his arms. "Not really. What do you mean by 'weird looks'?"
You shrug. "Like when dad asked about you winning me something at ring toss he looked at mom right after, and they did it again after you told them the pictures didn't print."
He chews the inside of his cheek. "What're you trying to say?"
You take a small step closer to him and reply quietly. "You don't...think they know, do you? I mean, I know marrying cousins has been kind of common in our family. And like you said that one time: people have always talked about mom and Great Uncle Daemon, but siblings are different."
He considers for a moment. "I guess, unless they say something, then we'll just let it lie. I don't really want to open that can of worms and end up with a super uncomfortable conversation on our hands. Besides, maybe it was nothing."
You nod, now lightly sweating despite the cool air, worried the two of them know about something the two of you have tried your best to keep hidden, but now think maybe you've both become too lax in hiding it as time has gone on.
You shake your head then.
If they do know, and that's what the looks had been about... They hadn't exactly looked angry or upset, at least. You wonder how they're not. And why they haven't sat the two of you down yet and told you that it has to come to a stop immediately, and that they'll be watching the pair of you closely from now on to ensure it never happens again.
You press yourself against Jace's warm side then.
You don't know that it's because your mother at least understands. And that she's known for a long while. And she refuses to humiliate either of you, because she's simply grateful that you are each with someone that loves you unconditionally—all she's ever wanted for you when the time finally came and the two of you grew up and began looking for someone to be with.
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Once you and Jace are seated together, the lap bar is lowered, and he pulls you snugly into his side.
And then the seat begins to slowly lift off of the ground before gradually picking up only very slight momentum until the two of you are all the way up at the top.
You stare in wide-eyed wonder at being able to see clear across the park. You take in all the twinkling lights and rides and people who mill about below and smile widely.
A tear nearly slips down your cheek at how happy and content you feel in this moment.
You have a young man who loves you, a lovely home, and a perfect family.
You're not so sure that you wish to stay in dorms for college then, since it will force you to leave it all behind.
You decide to speak with Jace about it at some point, even if you know he's eager to go because, like he'd said, the two of you can finally be open at that point about what you are without fear of judgement.
Your twin then tears you from your thoughts of making impossible choices by cupping your cheek and turning your face toward him, and he begins to kiss you gently. He then pulls slightly away and whispers 'I love you' before kissing you again and again, and you smile softly against his lips.
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"I'm hungry," you say while twining your fingers between Jace's which are now cold from the cool night air.
Your face feels chilled as well, so you press yourself against his chest and he wraps his arms around you.
He glances around, seeing that the area you're in seems to be primarily occupied by carnival games.
"We'll walk around and see what we can find. What're you in the mood for?"
You shrug. "What do you mean?"
"Like, do you want nachos and soft pretzels, or candied apples and funnel cake?"
You snuggle closer. "Mm, all of it."
He grins. "C'mon, then. We'll decide once we've found some food trucks."
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Jace and you are both currently sitting at a picnic table sharing what is most certainly the furthest thing from a healthy dinner.
For drinks, you'd ordered a hot chocolate, while Jace had gotten an apple cider.
And for food, you did indeed get a candied apple, as well as a whopping plate of cheese fries, while Jace had ordered for himself a cheeseburger and a side of fried pickles.
You take a pickle from Jace's plate, then rest your head on his shoulder while following up with a cheese fry.
And then his phone buzzes and he sighs.
"What's wrong?"
He tucks his phone back away. "Mom said to wrap things up. That we're leaving in about twenty."
You raise your head and nod, taking the last bite of your apple, unsure that you'll manage to finish your fries as well, which is a shame, since you hate waste. But offering them to Luke or Joff to finish in the car is a bad idea, to say the least. So a trash can is the safest place for them to end up.
"I'll take a shower first when we get home so I can start on Luke's cookies," you say, taking a bite of another fry.
You glance to Jace then. "Do you know what movie is on tonight, for the 31 Days of Halloween thing on TV?"
He pulls his phone back out, quickly pulls up Google, and he begins to type.
"Nightmare Before Christmas should be on by the time we get home."
You shrug. "At least Luke and Joff both like that one."
You study Jace for a moment and watch as he picks idly at his food.
"Are you okay?" You ask.
He looks at you. "I'd still like to win you something."
You press a kiss to his cheek. "Once we're done we'll find another game."
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"Winner, winner!" Cries the attendant behind the counter and Jace beams down at you before laying one on you from joy.
"Alright," the man says gesturing. "You can pick anything from the prizes you see hanging over me, or a smaller one if you prefer."
You narrow your eyes, looking at a lone orange and green dragon that's hanging in the back right corner of the stand, which you quickly point to. "I want that one."
He retrieves it for you and you thank him before the two of you step away, going to meet up with your family in the parking lot.
Your phone dings and your mom begins spamming the family chat with all the photos she took tonight to ensure she has them backed up somewhere before she can sit down at her computer once she's home.
"So," Jace says. "What're you going to name it?"
You consider for a moment.
You want it to have a name that makes it sound like it came straight out a fantasy novel, instead of something like...Jerry.
You scroll through a few of the photos while you think, glancing to your carrier at the top of your notification panel, which is Verizon.
And then the wheels in your head start to turn.
"Ver..." You begin, then stop as you look over a photo of Luke and your dad standing in line waiting for a drop tower ride, which is called 'To the Max!'.
"Max," you finish.
"Vermax?" Jace asks with a raised brow.
You glance up at him with a smile. "Yes."
He presses a kiss to your forehead. "I like it."
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llamagoddessofficial · 11 months ago
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I can’t stop thinking about it now, but nose nuzzling with siren boys? -oh wait they don’t have noses-
Hmmm… gentle and affectionate forehead bonking?
Gentle siren forehead bonks??? ON MY CHRISTIAN BLOG?????? How obscene!!!
Sans: Forehead touching? Nuzzling? He might actually hesitate a while. He may even pull away, once or twice, if you go in for one. Those kinds of casual and universal displays of affection were commonplace in his old pod, and the memories can sometimes be a bit much for him.
... He won't hesitate for long, though. He's affection starved. Be careful, though- giving him nuzzles really solidifies in his head that you're his forever mate. He's gonna start getting aggressive with anyone he thinks is a rival for your affection.
Red: As a shark, he's used to much more tough displays of any affection. Biting, scratching, roughhousing... so he'd actually be pretty flustered by a forehead bonk or a sweet nuzzle. It's just so soft? So unequivocally gentle? He sits there momentarily stunned, before needing to sink under the surface of the water for a little while to process what just happened. One of very few times you're going to see Red being the flustered one.
Skull: Going in to give siren Skull a forehead bonk is a dangerous game to play. He'll see you leaning in as 'wife is giving open invitation to kiss and nuzzle'. If you don't heed the warning of his eyelight getting huge and excited, as soon as you're within range, you're trapped until he's had his fill of affection. Which could be anywhere from a few minutes, to nearly an hour. With tentacles and dexterity like his, escape is not an option.
You've also now opened the pandora's box of unwittingly informing him that nuzzling is one of your ways of showing love. He wants to show love in ways you understand. Expect him to drag you in and smoosh his face into yours at any chance he gets. Doesn't matter what you're doing near his tank, you will be leaving with a wet face and messed up hair.
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diazsdimples · 6 months ago
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Fuck It Friday
Hi, it's my weekly "Fuck It I started a new wip bc I have commitment issues Friday" post. Decided to hop aboard the Buddietommy train with my usual introduction to a ship (give them kids).
Tagged for FIF by @aroeddiediaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @dangerpronebuddie @inell @daffi-990
and @neverevan (btw I'm so over this tagging glitch of Tumblr's, when will it end??)
This morning, Buck wakes up in the middle. It’s his preferred spot, with Tommy’s arms circled around his waist and face smooshed into his shoulder, while Buck’s head rests on Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s arm is slung haphazardly over Buck’s shoulder, his fingers tangling in Tommy’s soft, brown curls, and his cheek is pressed into the top of Buck’s head. He can feel his hair fluttering with every one of Eddie’s exhales, and he’s pretty sure Tommy is drooling on his arm. On the bedside table beside them, the baby monitor crackles to life as a small, high pitched whine pierces through the silence of the morning. Eddie’s chest hitches as he wakes, and he shifts beneath Buck’s weight as he moves to silence the monitor. “G’mornin’” he mumbles when Buck presses a kiss against his pec. “How long you been ‘wake for?” “Not long,” Buck replies with a yawn. He’s dying to stretch out, his legs cramping a little, and there’s the small matter of an awake baby that needs tending to, but Tommy is a dead weight against his back, and the man shows no signs of waking – not even when Eddie traces his finger from Tommy’s hair, down his nose and over his lips. “We gotta go get the gremlins.” Eddie begins to gently ease himself out from underneath Buck, pressing a kiss to his birthmark when he whines in protest. “It’s okay, I’m just gonna bring them in here. Stay in bed.” “You can’t carry them all by yourself,” Buck retorts as he begins to wiggle out from underneath Tommy, sending Eddie an exasperated look when the older man tightens his arms around Buck’s waist, his brow furrowing in his sleep. “Help me out here?” Eddie snorts as he watches Buck shimmy across the bed with Tommy chasing after him the whole way. Tommy’s always been a clinger in his sleep, something Buck was delighted to learn, but it has made early morning wakeups difficult. It’s not unusual for Eddie to have to step in, as he does this morning. Circling the bed so he’s on Tommy’s now-empty side, Eddie spreads himself out so he’s blanketing Tommy from behind. Tommy’s arms slowly loosen around Buck as Eddie cuddles Tommy close, pressing a small line of kisses from his shoulder, up his neck and onto his jaw. “Tom, hey, let go of Buck, sweetheart, he’s gotta get up,” Eddie whispers as he kisses up to Tommy’s ear, finishing with a gentle brush of his lips over Tommy’s earring. Tommy turns in Eddie’s arms, rubbing his nose against Eddie’s jaw, and yawns deeply. “Whassgoinon?” he slurs sleepily as he squints his eyes up at Eddie. Buck watches his boyfriends from the foot of their bed, his heart swelling until it feels fit to explode as Eddie kisses Tommy’s forehead and strokes his fingers through his curls, slow and gently bringing Tommy into the land of the living. He itches to join them, to burrow back under the covers and hold Tommy and caress his fingers over Eddie’s arms and kiss their knuckles, but a quiet, yet insistent cry permeates through their bedroom wall from the room next door, and Buck is reminded of why they’re getting up in the first place.
NP tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @bidisasterevankinard @babybibuck
@spotsandsocks @bibuckbuckgoose @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @jesuisici33
@wikiangela @loveyouanyway @exhuastedpigeon @kitteneddiediaz @thekristen999
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luvv4j4ybe11 · 7 months ago
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I'm tired of being horny,I want love😭😭
can you give us some fluff headcanons with teyam,please??🥹
YES OML! I love writing headcanons sm😭
Warnings~ none! Enjoy the fluff everyone<3
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★ Neteyam is the type of mate to make you stay in bed on a rainy day, no matter if you guys have things to do or not. He just loves spending time with his girl.
★ speaking of which, his family completely adores you. They’re always asking for you to come over and spend time with them(mostly neytiri and Jake saying this bc you’re literally like a daughter to them)
★ tey absolutely ADORES whenever you spend time with his family, especially his siblings and ESPECIALLYY with tuk, you act so well with all of them that it makes him want to give you a family of your own.
★ his love language is definitely acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch. So definitely expect to be gifted with things you’ve always wanted while he’s hugging you and whispering all sorts of praises and I love yous into your ear.
★(this hc is for human!reader) if your ovulating/on your period, he will never leave your side, always giving you whatever you need since he knows how painful your periods can be. (And also because your smell gets stronger, and he doesn’t want any of the males in his clan thinking they have a chance with you. Because they don’t.)
★ speaking of this, he definitely is extremely protective of you. Like, yes he knows you’re fully capable of handling yourself, but he just can’t help it. You’re his girl, how could he not protect you?
★ if you need an example of how far this man would go for you, just remember that one time where he came home with bloody fists and a bloody nose because he overheard a group of boys sexualizing you(lo’ak jumped into the fight too bc he didn’t want to hear you or his parents lecture him about leaving Neteyam by himself to get beat tf up😭)
★turns into such a baby when he’s tired. Poor boy will come home completely exhausted, it’s so obvious in his features it makes you sad. He’ll grumble when you ask him how his day was, hurriedly taking off his uncomfortable garments and picking you up and carrying you to the bed, placing you down on the soft pillows before placing all of his body weight onto you. You let out a little huff from the suddenness of it, but it turns into a giggle when you feel him smoosh his head into your boobs.
★“Awh, what needy little babyboy. Just needed some cuddles, hm?” You’d tease while placing a kiss on his forehead, left hand rubbing his scalp soothingly as your other hand trails down his back in a content motion.
★(hc for modern!au) you guys would definitely do a whole bunch of couple TikTok’s tg, and literally everyone loves you guys sm
★ would secretly learn all your favorite foods and make them whenever your sad/on your birthday.
★ does this thing if your walking past a group of people that make you uncomfortable, he’ll put himself between you and the group, so he’s acting as a barrier almost
★ loves the sound of your voice/laugh so much, And it SHOWSSSS. lo’ak made fun of him one time because teyams tail started wagging when you laughed at a joke he made
★ also loves carrying you/manhandling you (gently ofc) js bc he likes to see the surprise on your face whenever he does. All those years of training and building his strength being put to use frl🙌🏼 he also does it bc he has a strength kink and size kink..BUT WE ARENT GONNA GET INTO THAT!!
★he has a sweet spot in the middle of his scalp that makes him purr really loud and kick his leg slightly, you found out about it one of the many times he fell asleep on your chest. You never told him you knew about it though because you know he’d probably get embarrassed, but whenever he does fall asleep on your chest you always massage that spot just to giggle at his reaction.
★(black!reader hc..so me!) love to play with your hair and braid it, also loves to participate in your wash days. Like this mf will be more hyped to wash your hair than you are(you barley lift a finger during your wash days because he insists you just sit down and relax while he does everything)
★ made a wash day playlist with all your favorite songs on your phone without you knowing, so when you asked him where the playlist came from he just giggled at you before telling you where it came from. (You cried and hugged him because..he’s a fucking sweetheart?)
★ always talks about starting a family with you, and the look in this man’s eyes whenever he talks about it is completely adorable. You’re literally the love of this man’s life
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A/N~ I need a man like teyam frl🥹 also I’m flattered you guys love my neteyam works sm, it really means the world to me<3 but could we mayhaps send in requests for different characters? I’d love to hear what you guys have in mind for them. Other than that tho, stay safe and hydrated. I love you guys sm💕
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spdrvyn · 1 year ago
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needy — miguel o'hara drabble
fluff. teensiest bit suggestive. wanted to write something nice, sweet, and sleepy before actually getting to work on the stuff i really need to do, enjoy!!!
you were selfless, it was your greatest strength and miguel's greatest weakness. he'd insisted countless times that whenever it hit midnight and he still wasn't home from work that you should just go to bed without him, but you argued that you'd wait as long as you could.
you were overly ambitious, equipped yourself with a ton of remedies to combat any sort of drowsiness. coffee, caffeine shots, sugary treats, anything that could keep you awake. to see miguel again.
you were also weaker than you'd like to admit. once miguel got home, silently sliding the windowsill up so that he wouldn't disturb you, he saw that you were absolutely knocked out on the couch. your phone was screen flat on your cheek and he had to bite his lip to suppress a small laugh from escaping.
nevertheless, he found it adorable. how you'd put in so much effort to see him every night, knowing full well of his inconsistent schedule, and you'd end up falling asleep anyway. he didn't need to think another thought before he scooped you up into his arms effortlessly, carried you into your shared bedroom, and laid you down on the bed.
he draped the blanket over your limp body, tucking the duvet into the gaps of the bed frame to make sure that you were nice and snug. he wanted to just jump in with you, but he had a few more tasks that needed completing first. also a shower. can't forget that.
however, just as he's about to walk away, a small tug on his wrist caught his attention and his head turns. looking down to meet your hazy eyes, your cheek is smooshed from pressing up against the pillow, it makes your voice a little muddled.
"stay," it was so soft, quieter than a pin drop, but it was a plea. he could hear it in your voice how much you needed this, but he couldn't blame you. all of that to see him again, to bask in his presence.
"haven't even taken off my suit yet, corazón." his lips left a tingling sensation on your forehead as he pecked the surface of it, one hand cleared your face of any stray hairs.
"please?" you tried again, miguel wasn't always the best when it came to self-control. you were a bad habit that he constantly found himself indulging in, he loved it.
"fine," he gave in, you scooched over to the other side of the bed to give miguel space and he consumed it, even through the unstable molecular fabric of his suit, you felt him. you needed more. "if i smell like shit, then that's on you."
"'s okay, mig." you rambled in your sleepiness, "it's all from protecting the city, hm? from protecting me, so brave you are."
shit. that caught him off-guard, he's so grateful to whatever deity is out there that you probably can't see the shade of red that covered his cheeks when you said that to him.
"... thank you." was all he could muster, that is until you said something that really tipped the scales.
"take off the suit, please."
the rate at which is heart raced could combat the speed of the flying cars in the city, ran faster than any bullet train in the past, present, and future. his grasp on you tightened. "i'm- i'm not—"
"i know," you shoved your face into the crook of his neck, hushed miguel's sentence with more kisses and he moaned. "but i missed you. i just want you to touch me then we can sleep, all right?"
scratch the selflessness. you alone were his greatest weakness.
"anything for you."
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i-literally-cant-with-this · 5 months ago
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okay like i know we all joke (?) about kafka's kaiju form being a biblical need but at the end of the day i just love human kafka and his lil stubble and his cute tummy and his adorable grin. he's just so boyfriend material i wanna smooch him 😭
A/N ::: Good God, Bri. You don't know what you've started with this ask. I went a little off script? Unhinged? Idk ... somewhere along the lines of quite unwell for this man. Like, it's not cute anymore. It's getting really close to psychiatric intervention (at my request) 🤣
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I would look forward to the times I got to wake up in the morning, hopefully next to him because nothing in the night pulled him away from me. I'd be so happy to get out of bed and do morning stuff with him. Maybe showering - and it doesn't even have to be anything sexual (but hello???). Just that closeness.
And yeah, his soft, wet tummy pressing against your wet body. Both of you sliding against each other as you talk about silly, inconsequential things like what you dreamt about or what you want to have for lunch today. While you're shaving his chin, prepping him for the day, he is already thinking about showing up where you're at and surprising you with something that you said you were craving a week ago, but you haven't mentioned since because things have been so crazy that you barely have time to breathe, let alone think about what you're going to eat that day.
When he does show up with food, you see him walking across the parking lot and you run out to meet him and jump into his arms. You both just stand there on the sidewalk, clinging to each other. Talking about how much you missed him and how lucky are you to have such a great man that listens to your blabbering and takes notice of when you say something that you want/want to do.
He feeds you the first bite because he wants to see when the flavors hit your tongue and your face lights up (he moves his hand away a lot faster than you do when you take a bite of something). The look on your face is nothing short of orgasmic - but he just laughs at the joy you're expressing over something as innocuous as a bite of food. That's what makes him the happiest - when something so simple can bring you such contentment.
And when it's time for him to go, you walk hand in hand to where he's parked, and he pushes you against the door of his car and he smooshes himself against you and puts his forehead against yours and thanks YOU for letting HIM bring you lunch. He talks about how much he loves that he can do little things like this - ok, too far? Idk. I'm in complete Lala-land over this man.
And he wraps that discussion up with a sweet, slow, soft kiss to your lips that leaves you kind of breathless. It's not the usual kiss he gives you when you're saying goodbye in the morning or hello in the evening - unless he's trying to sway your disposition.
But this kiss is almost a promise that better things are to come.
Staying true to his unspoken word, you walk in the door and all of the lights are off. In electricity's place, there are candles lit and scattered all about the living room. Something smells really good but it's not food.
It's Kafka. He's wearing a cologne he tried a couple of weeks ago when you were out at the mall. He tried it and wore it very well that day - really, for the next 8 hours after he put it on.
In those hours, you couldn't keep your hands or mouth off of him, much to his surprise/pleasure.
He heard the front door close, and you call out hello to him and he came from down the hall. Your eyes met; you noticed right away his brow was quirked in a suggestive way.
You were on him like white on snow and you had the best end to an already amazing day.
I WOULD GIVE UP SO MUCH TO HAVE THIS MAN BE MY BOYFRIEND. Goddamn it, I love him so much.
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@reiners-milkbiddies @southside-otaku @darkstarlight82
@trevengersprincess @arlerts-angel @bakubunny
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dmercer91 · 1 year ago
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i’m in a roll with luca and black cat-
anyway
black cat not knowing what to get luca’s parents, so she both gives them a few framed photos of the boys big moments, but also sketches one or two of them out on a canvas
and they’re so thankful, but don’t want yo make it awkward
and adam- because he beats luca to it- goes up to his parents while black cat goes to the restroom or soemthing an explains js how much it means fo ther to give them her drawings
and it makes luca all 🥹 for black cat and adam’s bond
i’ve come back from the dead (i’ve been gone for a day)
i was so tired last night i fell asleep on the couch and my dad had to bring me to my room like when i was 7
but i started a load of laundry so i could stay up and write (knowing something needs to be done before i sleep is the only way i can function i hate myself)
but yes!!!! she makes a series of these three moments from ushl to mich to draft day for their christmas present
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but like the boys are isolated and the backgrounds are all white
the middle one she’d done for a project (nobody knows this and she will make sure it stays that way) where she had to paint something with like visible facial expressions
but she felt like that wasn’t enough so she made multiple
she showed them to luca before they left for the holidays and he nearly sobbed on the spot
like he hugged her and held her head and smooshed her hair around in excitement and told her how much he loved her
and the hug lasted so long
fantilli christmas’ | opposites attract au, lf63
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you’d never woken up early on christmas mornings, you never really celebrated other than being happy to have the day off and exchanging a gift between you and your dad
you’d had trees and sometimes your dad would convince you to make cookies, but only when you were much younger
so it was definitely weird to be awake before daylight, greeted with a tree full of gifts and lucas mom handing you a plate of bacon, eggs and french toast.
your legs were laid over lucas, your head rested on his shoulder while you fought sleep, his hands gently running through your hair not helping your case.
while adam dragged himself into the room, tired and rubbing sleep from his eyes, luca tilted his head to the side to be level with you
you gave him a small grin and he tilted your head to peck your lips, moving back to his original position once adam dropped down beside him and caused a ripple in the cushions
“it’s too early for you two to be-“ adam gestured vaguely in your direction, grumbling to finish his sentence
his mom brought him coffee and his food, and then everyone started on gifts.
yours to lucas parents was buried at the back of the tree- since you felt a little embarrassed by it and wanted to put off letting them open it for as long as possible
when they finally got to it you gave a small smile and clutched onto luca, nerves kicking in full force
luca was giddy, all too excited for his parents to open up your present, so he squeezed your hand and kissed your forehead, trying to reassure you that everything would be okay
they opened it and right away, their mom looked up with a heartfelt smile while they’re dad was just staring
“you’re so talented, sweetheart. thank you,” she turned her attention back to the art and leaned on her husband, smiling.
when they both looked back up, their eyes were watering and yours went wide, looking up at luca who was beaming at his parents
adam sent you a reassuring look, so you looked back over to them.
“can i hug you?” his mom tilted her head, smiling softly while getting up from her seat.
you nodded slightly, feeling a little awkward and you untangled yourself from luca and wrapped your arms around her waist.
she squeezed you tight, cupping your face and pulling back to look at you
“thank you, y/n,” you smiled in return, nodding slightly and moving back to your seat, re attaching yourself to luca.
the five of you sat around the living room for a while after everything was out away, yourself mostly silent
eventually, you poked lucas arm and mumbled that you were going to get ready. he smiled and kissed you, mumbling an okay before taking his arm off from around you and watching you walk off
once you were gone, his mom spoke up
“she’s beautiful, luca. and she’s got the biggest heart,” all he could do was smile, his heart swelling in his chest at her praise of you
“she’s good, isn’t she?” adam beamed, nodding to the piece you’d painted that was safe on the side table until there was time to put it up
both of their parents nodded and adam continued
“she works hard, mama. she was nervous for you to see. think it’s cause she spent so long and wanted you to like it,” luca watched his brother, smile getting harder and harder to contain
“well, we love it,” she reassured, adam smiling
“she’s at michigan for art, so she would’ve had to take extra time on top of other pieces. and i know she prefers to draw, so i think you guys liking it was really important for her,” he finished, smiling to himself
he looked over at luca, who was just glowing with pride for you, and his cheeks flushed
“sorry,” he mumbled and luca shook his head
“she loves you, too, mo,”
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raindrop-21 · 11 months ago
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Scarred Love: Chapter Five: Talking In Your Sleep
A/n: Sorry for the late update, wasn't feeling 100% so I waited till I did so a half-assed chapter wasn't put out <3
Word count: 1,360
Cw: Ghoap x f!reader, soulmates, talk about scars, cuddly Ghoap x reader, nightmares (Tell me if I missed any)
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7~ Masterlist
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Johnny and Simon shared a look of uncertainty before looking back at you. It takes Johnny two steps, and three extra seconds, seconds, to all but belly flop onto the bed and wrap you in his arms. You giggled as you were pulled into his hug. Simon locked the door of the hotel room, turned off the lights, took off his shoes, and laid on the bed next to you and Johnny.
“Johnny, let the lass go, she needs to get comfortable on her own.” He grunts out gently as he moves some of your hair from your face.
Johnny begrudgingly lets go of you, but he doesn’t move from your side. You roll over to face Simon, and then roll back over to face Johnny. You curl yourself into Johnny, and wrap your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you and hums in satisfaction. Simon scoots closer to the two of you, and drapes his arm over you and around Johnny. Effectively smooshing you between them.
It's a comfortable smoosh, you’re pressed into Johnny and Simon is pressing himself against you. You feel warm, content. Your weighted blanket is nothing compared to this. This. This is much better than your blanket. Johnny kisses your forehead, and Simon kisses the back of your head.
“G’night love.” They sleepily grumble in unison.
You let out a little giggle and mumble, “G’night boys.” Into Johnny’s shoulder.
You quickly fall asleep, content with the warm embrace of your soon-to-be lovers. They follow suit and fall asleep with you. A few hours later, you wake up feeling parched. You slowly wiggle out of their hold, making sure to not wake them. You walk into the hotel room’s kitchen, and get yourself a bottle of water. You open it and take a few sips before heading back to the bed. When you walk back over to the bed beneath Johnny’s semi-loud snoring, you can just make out Simon mumbling in his sleep.
You wiggle your way back into the bed, between the two men. This time you’re facing Simon in hopes to hear what he’s mumbling about. 
“Johnny…. No… Get back here…” He mumbles with a slight tremble in his oh-so-quiet voice.
The tremble in his voice, paired with the small amount of context you have about their job you can tell it’s probably some type of nightmare. You’re unsure if you should wake him up or not. Should I wake him up? No, he could react negatively… Should I wake up Johnny? You wonder what you should do. You decide not to wake Johnny. You wrap your arms around Simon, enveloping him in a hug, you rub slow gentle circles on his back while quietly cooing at him.
“It’s okay, Si, Johnny's here. He’s safe and asleep.” You murmur quietly into Simon’s ear as to not wake Johnny.
You feel how Simon stirs as you speak to him; you can’t tell if you’re helping him or not. You reach one of your hands into his hair, and slowly start scratching his scalp. As you start giving his head light scritches, he lets out a sharp gasp. You halt for a second, wondering if you should continue or not. You decide to continue, and resume your ministrations. 
He lets out another gasp, this time a softer one that’s paired with a quiet grunt. As you continue, his arms wrap around your body. You can’t tell if he’s awake or not, but you don’t question it. Simon’s arms just seem to tighten around you as you continue trying to calm him down without waking him. As his grip gets tighter on you, you find yourself getting pressed more and more into him. You let out a little squeak when he squeezes a bit too hard on your waist. That little squeak just so happens to rouse Johnny.
“Mmm… Lass? What is it…?” Johnny mumbles out, his voice deeper and his Scottish accent much more present.
“S-sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” You squeak out.
Johnny turns on the light of the lamp on the bedside table, and sees you getting somewhat crushed by Simon’s big arms.
“Did he steal ye from me, Lass?” He asks with a slight chuckle.
“Y-yea… Kind of…” You say sheepishly, “I’m pretty sure he was having a nightmare, and I was trying to calm him down without waking him up.” You whisper, still not trying to wake Simon.
“Oh so that’s what happened.” He acknowledges with a half-smile.
“I-is this normal for him?” You ask, somewhat concernedly.
Johnny lets out a sigh, “It’s normal for both of us, Bonnie. Comes with our job, and part of ‘is past.” 
“Oh.” You say, your voice filled with what you can’t decide if it’s pity or sympathy.
Johnny looks at the two of you, amused at the vice grip Simon has on you. “Seems like you’re doing quite the job of bringing him away from whatever nightmare he was havin’.”
“Ya think so?” You ask, hoping Johnny’s right and you’re helping Simon.
“Yeah, I think so. He’s never looked so content while asleep before…. Well, except for when he’s holding me. I dun know who I’m jealous of, Bonnie; Si for holding you, or you for being held by Si.” He jokes with a laugh.
“Hey… Why don’t you come back to bed, join me in helping soothe Si.” You offer with a quiet smile.
“I think I will.” Johnny says with a smirk before lying down on the bed. This time behind Simon, wrapping him in a hug from behind that only helps to ease him.
You do your best to turn off the desk lamp while still stuck in Simon’s hold. Johnny finds it quite funny, letting out little snickers as you try to roll over and turn off the light. Once you’ve turned off the light, you roll back over, which is surprisingly easy. You kiss Simon’s jaw before falling asleep.
~~ Simon’s Nightmare POV ~~
It’s dark. Too dark. Where’s Johnny? I can’t find him. I round every corner, calling his name over and over like a mantra.
“Jonny? Johnny? Where are you?” 
I check every body I see, hoping to god it’s not him. I get lucky; none of the bodies are him. I’ve searched this building top to bottom at least seven times. I finally give up on searching the building. ‘Maybe he’s outside’ I think to myself. I go outside, the car we’re supposed to be leaving in is right outside.
Inside of it is Price and Gaz... No Johnny. I ask Price where he is. Price points me towards the opposite building… One that we haven’t gone into because all the enemies retreated into there. And Johnny…. Johnny’s running into the building... With explosives wrapped around his abdomen… I knew he could be reckless… But this… I never thought he’d be this reckless. I find myself running after him, shouting at him.
“Johnny! No! Get back here!” 
But, it’s too late; he’s inside the building before I’m halfway there. I try the comms, but get no response from him… He’s supposed to tell us, tell me, if he’s going to do stupid shit like this. I realize that this is a dream; I’ve had it a hundred times over, but it never fails to shake me to my core. I know how it ends: I run into the building right after it explodes along with Johnny, I dig through the rubble until my hands are bleeding, I don’t find any bit of Johnny’s body, right as I’m about to give up, I move one last piece of cement, and right underneath it is Johnny’s head, ridiculous mohawk and all. But that doesn’t happen this time.
I hear a soft voice come from nowhere, telling me it’s all right. That they’re here, that Johnny’s here, that he’s safe. Next thing I know I’m standing in a bar, Johnny’s alive, and next to me. And then there’s a pretty little thing in front of me. On instinct, I grab her, pulling her into a hug, a tight one. She’s soft, so soft I never want to let go.
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gomzdrawfr · 1 month ago
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[some oc drabble - fluff and massages - PriceRaven]
[note: it MAY sound suggestive on some part but this version is not focusing on that HAHA also sorry if bad grammar]
Price doesn’t know what to do when he’s cared for.
This is tricky for Raven, who wants to give Price massages. As much as she loves receiving them from Price, who never fails to loosen the tension along her shoulders and back whenever he can, working around the scar on her back slowly and gently, whispering soothing murmurs to melt away the pain, the searing discomfort, and phantom pain—she just, enjoys giving him massages.
But she has to fight him about it.
It always starts with a “Hey, can I?” followed by a “Not needed, Raven.”
Maybe it’s his ego that refuses to let others take care of him because he’s always been the caregiver. After all, he’s the one who provides care, the one who makes sure, everyone’s well, that she’s well. He wouldn’t know what to do if the roles were reversed.
But Raven is nothing if not stubborn, and she’ll nudge, push, and even physically drag him to the bed.
They’ll roll around. He’ll put her in a headlock. She’ll grab his legs and bend them awkwardly. They’ll huff and growl, then laugh and giggle until Raven finally pins him to the bed.
Only then does she get the chance to properly begin her “mission”—smooshing his face together and kissing his crinkled-up nose and beard, where some bits stick out strangely through the grooves of her fingers.
She’ll kiss down his neck and chest, her palm resting on his tummy. When he lays down, it’s softer, warmer, and she kneads it gently.
He’ll toughen up sometimes, flexing his core to prove some sort of point. If he does it too much, Raven bites his jaw or belly, usually earning a scowl, which makes her smirk and chuckle, palming and squishing his belly more.
“Relax”, is all she’ll say, Price will only grumble back defiantly.
But what Price refuses to admit is how good it feels when Raven works on his legs.
Her thumbs press, pulling and dragging down those taut muscles, easing the tension and tightness that fights against her hand, dissipating with it.
It’s finicky and sensitive because it’s either going to be extremely painful (and risk getting kicked, which happened twice—Price still feels bad about it, maybe that’s why he’s refusing the massages so much), or it’s going to feel heavenly.
And boy, does she love giving his legs the much-needed relaxation because the noises he makes? Divine.
The best part is when she rests his legs over her shoulders. For a moment, it feels... somewhat victorious? When she stares down and sees her man, eyes closed in absolute bliss, one hand fisting the sheet, the other either on his forehead or chest, breathing deeply with every knuckle and joint cracking.
She could get used to this, being on top and bending him over—but that’s another thought for another day.
It fills her with a sense of something— ah, satisfaction maybe? She’s not sure but it feels like it, eyeing his reaction closely like a hawk, and turning her knuckles on the right path and smiles when he goes “ahhhh yes yes right there— fuckkkk keep going—“
When the massages end, she peppers kisses down his thighs, whispering about how well he behaved (just to tease him) and feels his entire body practically melt onto the bed as she pat his skin with a small hum.
Bonus if he falls asleep and starts snoring.
She’ll crawl up beside him, brush his hair back, and kiss his forehead, letting him take a much-needed nap.
He won’t let her go, despite this. His hands will be around her waist, pulling her close when he feels the kiss and her hands, his face resting and nuzzling into in her abdomen, arms around her with a light grip.
Stay.
Price doesn’t know what to do when he’s cared for, but Raven is going to make him realize that all he had to do, is relax.
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rene-hl-trashcan · 3 months ago
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The gremlins quirks and habits. I wanna know them on a more personal level so I wanna see their cute lil quirks
The Gremlins' Quirks and Habits
I don't think they're particularly quirky people but they do have some habits. Most are normal but some are....eccentric. 🤣🤣
Sylvan
He likes flavoured milk/sweet fruit juice and would get absolutely whiny and annoying (poor Sylvia RIP girl) if he doesn't get his fill of sugary drinks for breakfast. He also has a habit of carrying sweets/food everywhere because he gets hungry so easily. Sylvan has a serious case of lack of boundaries since he tends to live by the rule 'give affection first, ask permission later'. Chaste kisses, bear hugs, head pats, handholding, arm-cling (yes, doesn't matter if you're like, half his size, if he feels like it, he will cling to your arm and put as much of his weight on you as he thinks you can handle) and hair ruffles are his way of greeting 99% of the time. He will only show restraint if his (typically ignored) internal social alarm alerts him that a person is aversed to touch. He has a horrible, terrible, and utterly shameless habit of biting anyone he thought cute. Cute aggression is real with this boy. You could have a totally normal conversation and accidentally do something he thinks is cute and if it's too much cuteness for his non-existent social restraint to stop him, he will just randomly...chomp. None of that bruising marking bite tho (he reserved that for private requests only), but just a light nom. This boy is so oral-oriented.
Sylvia
Tea, and later as they grow older, alcoholic beverages. Sylvia has a habit of casually conjuring a cup/glass and proceeds to pour a cup/glass of her beverage of choice if she feels exasperated but knows that she couldn't nope her way outta there (98% of the time it's because of Sylvan's shenanigans lol). The world could be burning around her but she will still prioritise her drinks first. She stress-workouts. She needs physical activity to cope with stress and anxiety, and this includes the thought of having to socialise. Sylvia is extremely introverted when it comes to socialising. She could command, present, and debate with intimidating charisma but the moment she is asked to socialise in a casual setting, this girl needs her push-ups/laps/any physical activities (and drinks) first. Even then, she will still hide behind Sylvan/Mildred/Riz and avoid interactions at all costs. Has an endearing habit of puffing up her cheeks and scrunching up her face if she couldn't figure out something. She never realised it but every time she is stuck and can't solve/figure out something, she will do it and the next thing she knows her arm just got nommed by her brother; or she will get a random forehead kiss from Riz; or have her puffed cheeks being smooshed and smooched by Mildred. 🤣
Riz
Riz is a creature of routine and habit, and it's all for a good reason. Since he doesn't feel hunger pain, he charmed his pocket watch to vibrate every time he is supposed to eat and drink so that he doesn't forget to do so. However, he does have a habit of needing to have his coffee in the morning, his black tea any time after 3pm, and his chamomile tea/warm milk with honey before attempting to sleep. Among the squad, he might be the best at self-care. Of course, there's the routine self-check for injuries and healing procedure he conducts every time he gets to a safe place after a fight or when he gets home after spending time outside, but he also has other self-care habits that he indulges in. He likes scented things and that transfers to his habit of lathering his hands in lotion almost hourly, adding fragrances to his daily evening bath, and his need for lighting scented candles before he attempts to sleep. Also, around the squad, Riz has an automated habit of giving forehead kisses if he thinks they're acting cute. Since the gremlins have established their boundaries with each other early on, Riz is comfortable approaching them, gently tilting their chin with his hand and giving them a forehead kiss (and a soft 'thank you' for making him smile).
Mildred
Mildred needs her milk tea every morning. She also doesn't like breakfast because she feels the urge to throw up if she eats a full breakfast early in the morning, so she will pack her breakfast and snack on it at smaller time intervals throughout the morning. At Hogwarts, this is right in between classes, and for smaller food items, she would sneakily eat them in class. At home, she would spend at least 15 minutes before starting her day talking to her horse (Orion). While at Hogwarts, she does this with Hazel the Unicorn. If she's in any situation where she can't have Orion/Hazel to talk to, she will resort to her plushies to talk to. She also has the habit of conjuring her plushies and squeezing them whenever she gets nervous or needs a courage boost. Mildred is so attached to her plushies that she makes a plushie resembling everyone she has come to love in her life (yes, she has plushies of the squad.) Similar to Sylvan, she also has an outwardly affectionate habit she practices with everyone she likes. Mildred will smoosh and smooch. If she feels someone in this circle is acting cute, she will giggle and proceed to squish their cheeks in her palm before proceeding to kiss each of their smooshed cheeks (Permanent victim: Sylvan; Favourite victims: Sylvia and Ominis; 'Golden Pokemon victim': Riz 🤣)
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tellthatbrokebitch · 1 year ago
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it's after midnight so technically it's wip wednesday, here's a short little thing from the next chapter of the zombie au
Once the door is closed behind them, Will wiggles out of his jeans and shoes, then collapses onto his unmade bed. After a moment, the bed dips beside him, and he rolls over to press his face against Mike’s hip. “What did Steve want earlier?” he asks, words muffled where his mouth has ended up, smooshed against Mike’s leg. One of Mike’s hands comes up to card through Will’s hair, nails scratching pleasantly against his scalp. “Hm? Oh, that. I asked him to get something for me.” His fingers work through a tangle, and he laughs softly. “You need a haircut, babe. Going to start calling you Argyle.” “Oh please, I’m barely at a Steve.” Will nuzzles into Mike’s thigh, taking the chance to sneak a kiss, a little secret he’ll keep just between him and the worn material of Mike’s pants. “I’d go mad before reaching Argyle’s level.” ”Maybe. Hey, after the party, do you want to come back to mine? We can do a sleepover.” He snorts. “Sure, if you’re willing to subject yourself to Lucas’ snoring. El says it’s gotten worse since that cold he had last October.” The hand in Will’s hair freezes for several seconds before resuming its movement. When Mike speaks again, his voice carries an odd sort of tension that gives Will pause. “Actually, I was thinking it could just be you and me? Like in the beginning, and I can give you your present?” “Oh. Yeah, that… that’s good, too.” God, has Will’s voice always sounded so stupid? “That’s great. Why can’t you give it to me now, though?” To Will’s confused and utter delight, Mike turns a pretty shade of pink, and when he goes to speak, he stutters. “I don’t - you’ll like it better when we’re alone.” Will’s eyebrows shoot up to his forehead, and he makes an obvious show of glancing around the room. “We’re alone now.”
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lucky-traveler · 4 months ago
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A short drapple of my oc x a celestial guard that's been in my mind (*σ´ェ`)σ
"Um...what are you doing?" She asked with a confused look up to her boyfriend, who is currently placing his hands on her cheeks and smooshing them.
"You keep looking at that screen rather than at me. Why?"
Oh. So that was why he was doing this.
"Hun, I work as an animator, so of course I'll be spending a lot of time looking at the screen. Didn't I explain to you before?..."
"You did... but I just wanted you to look at me for a moment. I've been up the celestial realm all day. I missed you."
She sighed and put down her pen to place both hands on his face, gently guiding it down to her eye level. A small smile made its way up to her face as she looked at him, caressing his cheeks before she whispered to him.
"I know you do, and I missed you too. Just a few more minutes and I'll cuddle with you, okay? You can do that, hm?"
He sighed and nodded, leaning in just a bit to have his forehead touch hers. His hands then came up to cup her hands. Her hands were so gentle and softer compared to his. They were warm. They felt comforting, just like her.
"Can I let go?" She asked with a chuckle, still caressing his face and nuzzling his forehead.
"Mmm...alright. After this, you'll cuddle with me and give me kisses, please?"
"Pfft, you are a celestial guard and here you are, being a softie."
"Hmph."
"Alright, alright. You old man, I promise to cuddle and give you all the kisses you want after I'm done working, haha."
His pout turned into a smile and he gave her a quick peck, whispering into her ear "You're lucky you're so cute." before moving away from her work desk and sitting by the beanbag chair to gaze at her as she gets back to work.
Edit: I just now found out I haven't given these two their names (  ̄- ̄) I need to work on that.
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haitanisbug · 2 years ago
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❦ Head Over Heels ❦
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Pairing: Poly! Kokonoi x Reader x Inupi
Cw: contains some explicit smut and language. Minors DNI
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It’s late out, and the rain is starting to pick up just as you reach the lobby of your building. Work wasn’t supposed to drag out this long tonight, and you sigh in frustration at the incompetence of your co-workers who are to blame for your delay. As you’re riding in the elevator up the penthouse, you’re thinking about your boyfriends who are likely still up, worrying about your late arrival.
You walk through the foyer and kick off your heels into a pile by the elevator. Koko will definitely scold you about that later but you push that to the back of your mind as you think about the much needed warm shower and cuddles from your boyfriends that you’ll soon get. They don’t greet you at the door and you can see they’re not in the living room either. You wondering where in the penthouse they could be when all of a sudden you hear a loud curse and strings of apologies that follow.
“Hajime? Seishu? Are you in here?” Just as you turn the corner of your bedroom into your master bathroom a gasp falls from your lips. Koko is seated on the edge of the bathtub with Inui hovering over him. Koko is bleeding profusely from his head. His lip is busted up and there’s a deep gash on his forehead.
“Sei be more fucking gentle with that thing. Are you purposely trying to make it hurt more?” Koko is glaring at Inui as Inui is pressing a cotton ball to the edge of Koko’s lips.
“Of course not you bastard. Blood is pouring out of you if you haven’t noticed, I need to press hard.”
“Feels like you’re doin it on purpose.” Koko mumbles.
“Yknow what? You’re right Koko, this is punishment for making me worry.” As you get closer to your boyfriends, you see that Inui’s eyelashes are glistening with unshed tears. You sit down next to Koko on the tub and turn his head to face yours.
“Don’t chastise him Hajime.” You murmur. “We hate when you come home like this. Don’t blame Seishu for being worked up, baby.” You place a kiss on Koko’s forehead and gently grab the swab and alcohol out of Inui’s hands. “Why don’t you get the bandages Sei?” Inui leaves the bathroom, hands coming up to rub at the tears that have fallen onto his cheeks. Koko leans over and plops his forehead onto your shoulder, a shudder tears through his chest.
“It was a close one tonight, princess. I couldnt- couldnt tell Sei.” Koko raises his head and looks straight into your eyes. “I wouldn’t have made it out if Ran didn’t show up at the last second. I wouldn’t-” His voice breaks and you gently shush him, hand coming up to trail through his hair.
“It’s okay Koko. You’re safe now. That’s all that matters. You’re here baby.”
“Whatda we do with out you, huh angel?” Koko says. You let out a laugh as Inui walks back into the bathroom. He sits down next to your legs as he hands over the bandages. His head goes to lay on your lap as you start to patch up Koko’s face.
 “Lost. You two would be lost without me. But I don’t plan on ever leaving.”
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“Mmm that one was good, give me another Sei!” You’re splayed on the couch over Koko’s lap, while Inui is smooshed as close to Koko’s side as he can get.
“Don’t talk with food in your mouth, princess.” Koko absentmindedly mumbles, his eyes are trained on the TV that’s broadcasting news about a Bonten heist that had occurred earlier that evening. You give Koko a half hearted glare and crane your neck to capture the small piece of cake that Inui is feeding you. Your eyes practically roll back into your head at the decedent taste and Inui lets out a laugh.
“Okay well I guess that settles it. Chocolate is by far the best flavor out of the bunch. You only need to bring home the chocolate flavor from now on, baby.” This comment brings Koko’s mind out of its haze as he quickly looks at you and Inui.
“What? No I liked the lemon one.” Koko suddenly says. You and Inui start complaining and whining about Koko’s terrible taste in cake flavor, and Koko scowls at you both.
“You’re lucky I bring home anything for you two anyway. I’m at Bonten meetings all day long, have to deal with Mikey’s ridiculous budget and then I come home to your guys’ needy demands.” The tone of Koko’s voice is harsh but you know he holds no malice when Inui goes to tickle Koko’s shirtless torso and then Koko promptly sticks his tongue out in retaliation.
You giggle at their antics and lay back further into Koko’s chest. He looks down at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Ythink you’re so cute, being pampered with little cakes and giggling at our expense huh, angel?” Koko says.
“Yup!” you’re holding back another laugh as Koko’s scowl deepens at your response.
“So spoiled.” Inui cuts in. He gives Koko a side eye, “I think it’s been a while since we taught her a lesson, Hajime.”
“You’re absolutely right Sei.” Koko goes to grab at your body as you try to escape the inevitable torturous pleasure your boyfriends are about to shower you in. He flings your body back onto the couch and this time you’re splayed across Inui as he looks down at you. Inui’s tongue peeks out slightly to wet his bottom lip. His voice filled with unadulterated desire as he whispers,
“We’re not done with you yet”
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It wasn’t often that the three of you got to spend nights sleeping together. Koko was usually out at night, conducting Bonten business. But this was one of those rare nights when he was home. You were basking in the warmth of the sheets, Koko’s arm slung over your body and Inui cuddled up into your side.
Unfortunately, there were times when sleep didn’t come peacefully. With Koko’s sudden shifting and whimpering, it seemed like tonight was going to be one of those restless nights.
You were a light sleeper and it didn’t take long before you were awake, facing Koko’s distraught figure. He was shivering despite the warmth of your bodies, and you brushed back his hair to see sweat beginning to form against his brow. It was obvious he was having another one of his nightmares. They were few and far between, but when they hit, they hit bad.
“Koko” you whisper, tracing your fingers lightly against his skin, as to not startle him too much. “Koko, wake up.” You’re gently shaking him at this point.
Koko’s shaking gets more intense, and noises of distress fall from his lips. Inui gets up beside you, awakened by the noise. Concern is deep in his eyes, as he reaches over you to help comfort your boyfriend, Koko bolts upright. Choked gasps rip through his chest and tears fall down his face.
“A- Akane.” He rasps.
Your heart sinks as you and Inui share a look. It was one of those dreams, and you know you’ll be up for a while.
“Hajime” Inui whispers, he climbs over you and Koko, so that Koko is squished in between you both. “Hajime, it’s okay. It was a dream, look at me baby, it was just a dream.” Inui pulls Koko’s face towards him and brushes his thumb under Koko’s eyes, catching the stray tears that have fallen. You bring your lips to the back of Koko’s neck and brush kisses up the length of it.
When Koko has nightmares like this, he forgets where he is, and touch is the only way you and Inui have found that grounds Koko and brings him back to reality. Koko turns and slumps his forehead onto your shoulder; you and Inui rub your hands up and down Koko’s back.
“Don’t wanna do it anymore.” He mumbles, “don’t wanna see it all again, don’t wanna see you guys-“ he cuts himself off with another sob and your mind fills in the blanks of his sentences.
Usually, he only has nightmares of Akane and her death. But this time it sounds like you and Inui were included in this brutal illusion, which means Koko’s nightmares are getting worse.
Inui lets out a string of curses. “It’s Mikey and his damn agenda. He’s overworking you, Koko. You need to refuse him-“ you cut Inui’s rant off with a slight shake of your head. Koko’s shivering has gotten more violent at the mention of the gang. You carefully guide Koko down as you lay back on the pillows of your bed. Koko rests on top of your chest and Inui’s arms are slung around the both of you. All three of you are impossibly close, the weight of Inui’s arms are grounding.
“We’ll be here for as long as you’ll have us, Hajime.” Inui whispers into the air. Koko lets out a sigh a nuzzles his face into Inui’s arm. You know that’s all the confirmation you’ll get from Koko, but it’s enough to soothe your heart. He’ll be okay after this. He always is.
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All three of you are getting ready for bed. It was a Sunday night, the night that you guys dedicate to spend time to care for each other. After getting out of the bath, you guys are bumping around in the bathroom doing your own individual routines but still trying to stay close.  Inui walks over to you, one of his T-shirts in hand, and pulls it over your naked body. Your back is to the counter and Inui slightly pushes you until you hop up onto it, Inui slots himself between your spread legs.
 Koko has been watching the two of you out of the corner of his eyes, and he walks behind Inupi. He leaves a trail of light kisses on Inupis bare back that draws a shudder from the white-haired man. Inui begins to suck kisses at your neck. Your head falls back against the mirror and a shaky sigh leaves your lips. Koko now pushes into you to get in on the action. He’s on the outside of your left thigh, leaning onto the counter to suck at the opposite side of your neck.
“Too much- haaa” you’re whimpering at this point. The sensation of both your boyfriends attacking your neck sends tremors all the way down to your toes.  You go to lift your arms, your left hand threading into Koko’s hair and your right threading into Inui’s. The kisses continue up your neck, they’re sloppy and wet and they’re both making embarrassing sounds but none of you care. Not when the reactions they pull out of you are so good. Your moaning is shaky now. You tug their heads even closer to you. Inui manages to find the sweet on your neck that makes your head go blank and a loud gasp falls from your lips. Koko backs away and smirks at Inui, Inui is looking right back at him eyes gleaming with pride.
“Please.” you whimper. “Dont stop.. Don't-”
 “shhhh” Inui whispers into your skin, “We've got you, darling. Be patient.”
Koko goes to lift you off the counter and your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he carries you into the bedroom. You're looking over Koko’s shoulder through a lidded gaze as Inui trails behind. His eyes are locked onto yours and there’s a darkness to them, a lust that fills him so deep it almost scares you. You’ve only seen him like this a few times, and you know exactly what it means. As Koko plops you onto the bed, tugging at the shirt Inui just dressed you in, you know it’s going to be a long night.
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You and Inupi are trying on a bunch of new designer heels that Koko had surprised you with. You’re in the large closet of the penthouse and Koko is lounging in the chaise lounge in the middle of the room. He’s overlooking some budget document for Bonten, squinting at the small numbers on the paper under the harsh light of the closet. You and Inupi are giggling up a storm in front of the mirror.
 Koko tries for the best of him to concentrate. He’s really has to get this form rechecked and submitted to Mikey by tomorrrow. But the peels of laughter and the sound of heels clacking are definitely distracting him. When he looks up again, he see that Inupi has got one of your hands in his, and he’s leading you into twirl after twirl, until your a dizzy mess and collapse into Inupi’s arms. Koko can’t help but smile at the scene.
You guys don’t often have days of domestic bliss with just the three of you. And seeing the carefree smiles of the two people he loved the most, made Koko’s heart sink in guilt. He knows he’s not the best boyfriend. He knows he’s hardly around. And no matter how many treats, and shoes and wealth he showers you both in, he knows it’ll never amount to his physical presence. Koko sighs in defeat and places the papers next to him on the lounge. Mikey and his stupid ass budget will have to wait.
He gets up and walks to wear you both are admiring each other in the mirror. Koko tugs Inui around and dives forward to give him a hard kiss. When he pulls back, Koko tugs you into his arms and starts peppering your face with tons of kisses. You can’t help but laugh at the ticklish feeling of Koko’s lips all over you. He pulls you both closer to him, and places his head ontop of yours. All three of you are facing the mirror now, and Koko has a serious look on his face.
“I can’t imagine my life without you both.” Koko whispers. Inui squeezes Koko tightly in a hug and you link one of your hands with Koko’s.
“You’re being extra sweet today huh,” you say locking eyes with Koko in the mirror.
“Right, what’s gotten into you? Where’s our irritating boyfriend who lives to tease us?” Inui chimes in.
With both of your taunts, Koko’s demeanor changes instantly. The Bonten Executive aura shining through when he growls “That’s it”. He starts running his fingers up and down your torso, tickling you in revenge. You squeal at the feeling and collapse to the floor, but as Inui reaches down to help you with a laugh, Koko pounces on him. You all end up a pile on the floor , Koko’s fingers attacking any exposed skin he can find on you and Inupi. The both of you are squirming and kicking and cursing Koko, and Koko is laughing loud at the torture he’s inflicting on you.
“Accept my love or accept punishment.” Koko’s smile is manic and you reach up to grasp the back of his neck.
“I’ll accept both” you say, and pull Koko on top of you and Inupi as you give him a searing kiss. Loving Koko is tough you think. His busyness, his teasing and often sadistic nature, and his violent lifestyle all make it a challenge. But being the ones to bring him to his knees, to see him on the floor of your closet, the only ones who get to see Kokonoi Hajime, Bonten executive like this. ‘Yeah’, you think. The challenge is worth it.
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