#i need to smooch his face so badly

[darlingshane]

Jon Bernthal as Brett Hamilton ORIGIN (2023)

[toruskiii]

The Kiss Economy!

Synopsis: What's a more charming way to trade things than using kisses as currency? Genre: Fluff Character: Veritas Ratio x Gn!reader Warnings: Smooches, established relationship, both you and Ratio are teachers! Maybe a little ooc [masterlist] [about me]

Ratio sighed, running a hand through his hair as he paced the halls of the space station. Sometimes, he simply couldn't stand the reckless fools who were his students. It hadn't even been half a day, yet there was already so much to do— or more precisely, so much to clean up.

His classes ranged from young, aspiring teens to adults, who, in his mind, should be capable enough to handle equipment properly and behave responsibly in his absence.

But no.

The moment he stepped into the laboratory, his eyes fell upon a scene of chaos. Panicked students darted about, glass shards littered the floor, and expensive apparatus lay broken in the sink. Imbeciles, he thought with a mix of frustration and disappointment. Why did they always have to prove him wrong about their competence?

Now, he found himself troubled with seeking out you— another teacher who happened to be his dear beloved. He wasn't one to shy away from ranting about the incompetence of his students in private, often grumbling about how he wished his students were more like yours. After all, you never seemed to complain much about your own classes.

His perspective shifted, however, when he knocked on the door of your class and swung it open, only to be greeted by an expression of dread on your face—an expression he found somewhat amusing.

"Hm? You look distressed. Care to explain?" he pointed out, observing as you hunched over the lab sink, your expression deadpan as you glanced back at him.

"Veritas," you whined, facepalming yourself with a groan. "One of my students accidentally disposed of the platinum black powder while clearing out the empty containers." You could feel his stare, his raised eyebrow silently questioning how your students could mess up this badly.

"I think Herta is going to kill me when I report this to her," you added with a fake sob, walking over to him and tugging on his shirt for comfort. He let out a huff, shaking his head and ruffling your hair in a gesture of reassurance. "Just report it to Asta, she'll help you deal with it."

"Do you know how much that powder costs?!"

"Of course I do. But do you think this will make a dent in any of their accounts?"

"...Ah."

You let out a pout, smoothing your hair before directing a confused gaze at him. "Anyways, why did you come to look for me?" you questioned, genuinely curious. It was a rare occurrence for him to seek you out during work hours; he usually adhered strictly to his schedule and dismissed any potential distractions. A mischievous grin spread across your face as you continued, crossing your arms playfully. "Orrrr…did you miss me? Hmmm?"

He scoffed, flicking your forehead lightly as you yelped in surprise. "Don't be foolish," he retorted, but there was a faint hint of amusement in his eyes. "I came to ask if I could borrow some equipment from your lab."

"Equipment? Why? Don't you have everything you need already?" you asked, rubbing your forehead in mild exasperation as you watched him rummage through the cabinets in your classroom. "Those idiots managed to break almost half of everything in the lab, including several crucial apparatuses," Ratio grunted, rubbing his temple in frustration. You couldn't help but silently pray for his students, who would soon face his wrath upon his return to the lab.

Shrugging, you gave him a nod of confirmation to rummage through your cabinets for whatever he needed. "Yeah, go ahead. My class won't really be needing anything today anyways."

As he finished grabbing the necessary items, he paused when he felt another tug at his shirt. Turning around, he looked at you with a puzzled expression, noting the mischievous glint in your eyes— he knew that look all too well. "What is it?" he inquired cautiously.

You grinned cheekily at him, chuckling softly. "Just because I'm allowing you to borrow my stuff, doesn't mean I'm giving it to you for free."

He frowned, genuinely puzzled as to what you could possibly want in return. If you were anyone else, he might have already told you off and demanded you keep your hands to yourself. But you were his dear significant other, so he decided to play along. "Do tell me what it is that you want."

You hummed thoughtfully, continuing to fiddle with the purple fabric draped over his shoulder. "Hmm… I don't know. Why don't you take a guess?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. "It's something you forgot this morning," you added cryptically.

He stared at you with an unreadable expression, his mind working to decipher your words. "Something I forgot?" he muttered to himself, setting the basket of apparatus onto the table before narrowing his eyes at you. "I'd appreciate it if you'd get straight to the point, my dear," he said, a hint of impatience creeping into his tone.

With a sigh, you raised a finger and tapped it against your pouty lips, gazing at him with a mock frown.

Ratio paused, his mind working through the puzzle until the realization finally dawned on him. Ah, so that's what you were huffing about.

How childish.

"You want a kiss? Is that it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, half-amused and half-exasperated.

When you finally nodded with a triumphant smirk, Ratio felt his shoulders relax, shaking his head in quiet amusement. The corner of his lips twitched as if fighting the urge to curl into a smirk at your foolishness. "You're so childish, my love," he murmured, his voice soft but teasing.

He leaned in closer, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you gently toward him. His other hand came up, fingers brushing your chin as he tipped your face upward.

You couldn’t help but smile giddily, heart fluttering in anticipation. And then, with a warmth that melted every teasing remark, his lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle, affectionate— everything you had wanted.

He pulled away, a soft blush dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears, though he tried to maintain his composure. His thumb brushed teasingly against your bottom lip, causing you to meet his gaze with playful mischief in your eyes.

"That's it?"

He blinked, confusion flickering in his expression. "What do you mean 'that's it'?" he scoffed, gently pinching your cheeks in mild exasperation. "I gave you what you wanted— what else is there?"

You pouted dramatically, crossing your arms. "You took so many of my apparatus and other equipment. You think one kiss is gonna be enough? Scam!"

Ratio’s eyes widened for a moment before he let out a low chuckle, realizing you weren’t going to let him off the hook so easily. "A scam, you say?" He leaned in close again, a smirk tugging at his lips as his fingers traced your waist. "Alright, what will it take to settle this 'debt' of mine?"

You pretended to ponder, your eyes tracing over the familiar contours of his face. "Hmm… your total will beee…"

"Ten kisses," you declared proudly, flashing a playful grin. "And that’s with a discount!"

He rolled his eyes, letting out a barely audible groan. "You minx," he grumbled, though the way his fingers squeezed your waist and the softness in his eyes betrayed his affection. "Fine then, I won’t bargain any further."

With a defeated sigh, he leaned in and began peppering kisses across your face; nine quick ones, each accompanied by a light laugh from you. He saved the last one for your lips, pressing against you gently but with a familiar warmth that fit like the final piece of a puzzle.

Just when you thought it was over, he decided to push it a little further, keeping his lips locked with yours for longer this time. The kiss lingered, deep and slow, until you playfully smacked his shoulders with a soft whine. He finally pulled away, chuckling at the flushed look on your face, only to sneak in one last kiss— an eleventh.

You blinked in surprise, staring at him in mock disbelief as he casually turned back to pick up the basket of equipment. "Wha— that was eleven kisses!" you protested, though you weren’t exactly complaining.

He shrugged casually, walking out the door with a final glance over his shoulder. "Keep the change, sweetheart."

Before you could protest with a panicked look, he was already gone.

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Ratio returned to his class a few minutes later than he'd intended, the usual sharpness in his stride slightly softened. As he entered, he noticed his students staring at him. Some with wide-eyed confusion, others with flushed cheeks, and more than a few giggling quietly amongst themselves.

Frowning, he set the borrowed equipment down on the table, neatly arranging it as he always did. "If there's something you'd like to ask, do speak. It is rude to stare," he said curtly, glancing up at them with his usual sternness.

There was an awkward pause before one of the braver students spoke up, trying to stifle a grin.

"Uh, Sir Ratio…there's lipstick on your lips."

His hand froze mid-motion, eyes widening slightly in realization. The clatter of glass breaking followed as two of the newly borrowed apparatus slid from his grasp and shattered on the floor.

The room fell silent.

He shuffled awkwardly, bending down to collect the shards of broken glass, his face a deep shade of red. Raising a hand to cover his mouth, he muttered curses under his breath, embarrassed by the situation. Clearing his throat, he tried to regain some semblance of composure. "Ahem— I apologize. Please continue with your reports while I clean this up."

Now he was 10 kisses in debt.

[bexalert]

Jjk characters and physical affection

CUZ IM A WHORE AND I NEED THEM BADLY !!!

(Itadori, Fushiguro, Inumaki, Choso, Maki)

Itadori Yuji:

AHHHH

Ok this man is so into you first of all

Like he is not ashamed

PDA!!!

He’s always got an arm around your shoulders, or around your waist, or holding your hand

He’s a huge teddy bear

When you cuddle it just becomes a tangle of limbs

Like he’s all over you

Borderline suffocating you, and he’s so hot (temperature wise)

He falls asleep so easily too

You’ll be dying, crushed under his weight and he’s just slumped

He loves to just squeeze you!!!

Pecks all over your face

Anywhere he can reach he will be smooching!!!

He likes to sneak up behind you and pick you up

Tickle attacks 😔

HE JUST LOVES SEEING YOU SMILE AHHH

Just always has this big stupid goofy grin on his face when he’s with you

He’s cool with any cuddling position, but he likes when you lay on his chest

He’s just the biggest sweetheart at all times!!!

Fushiguro Megumi:

SHY

He might hold your hand in public, but don’t you dare make a big deal

Or else he’ll huff and pull his hands away

I feel like he does get a little jealous though

Like if people hit on you he’ll all the sudden wrap an arm around your shoulders and glare at them

“They’re taken.”

And then you’re walking away

He’ll deny it to anyone, though, if it’s brought up

LITTLE SPOON!!!

He won’t admit it, but he likes being little spoon

He also just like holding your hands

Like facing eachother in bed, and just holding hands

He likes to admire you while you sleep

Not in a weird way, he’s just too embarrassed to do it while you’re awake

He’ll hold your face and just memorize all your features

He’s so gentle ☹️☹️☹️

Treats you like porcelain

He loves to kiss your forehead

He’s just such a cutie

Inumaki Toge:

He loves to hold your hand

Like your hands are always intertwined, no matter WHAT

He doesn’t care if anyone teases him

If people hit on you he’ll be like 🤨 huh

Cuz do they not see you’re holding HIS hand

He’ll stand in front of you, blocking the persons view of you

“Bonito flakes.”

And the person is just left in awe

He’s a little basic

He just likes hugging

Just you two holding eachother ☹️

Obviously he’s very quiet, but he loves to hear you talk

He’ll listen to you talk about your day and just be like mhm mhm

He kisss you on the tip of your nose 😭😭😭

He’d spell things onto your skin and have you guess what he’s trying to say

He’d tickle you, but he WILL NOT let you tickle him

Like bro genuinely starts tweaking

He runs away

Like a kid playing tag then going “I DONT WANNA PLAY ANYMORE” that’s him

He’s ticklish ok leave him alone

He kisses your knuckles sorry I don’t make the rules

HEHEHE I LOVE HIM OK

Choso:

He’s a little shy 🤭

But he’s got the spirit!

Like he’ll hold your hand, and then hide his red face in his other hand

He loves giving back hugs

JAW KISSES 💔💔💔

He’s very vocal about how he feels

“You’re so pretty.”

And he’s kind of matter of fact about it

Like if you’re insecure about how you look he’ll be like “🧐 What?”

And then proceed to point out how and why everything about you is GORGEOUS

He likes giving piggy back rides

He’ll hold your hands, and stare at every little detail.

Your cuticles, your nails, your joints, the wrinkles on the skin

He kisses your neck

He’s a thigh man.

Big spoon

But also little spoon

He likes them both !!!

Zen’in Maki:

She keeps her arm FIRMLY around your waist or shoulder

Everyones gonna know that you’re with her

She thinks it’s so funny when people try to hit on you

She’ll laugh at them

“No, go on.” while she’s making fun of them

Cuz she knows they’re not competition

She teases you

A little mean, but she can’t help it

She just loves seeing your face when you’re flustered

She likes holding you, like being big spoon, or your head in her chest

As long as she can hold you tightly, she’s happy.

Shoulder kisses no doubt

She’ll hold you from behind and leave little pecks across your shoulders

She likes forehead kisses

Move her bangs and give a little smooch and she is gone

Absolutely whipped but she won’t ever admit it

sorry guys I’m freaktastic

[daisynik7]

cw: established relationship, explicit sexual content, smut - cunnilingus

Author's Note: Barely proofread, completely horny. Enjoy. Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

When Nanami comes out of the bedroom for breakfast, he notices you’re already set up at your work desk, expression serious as you face the monitor. 

“You have a meeting right now?” he asks, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. 

You relax a bit from his loving smooch. “Yeah. I don’t even need to be in this. My boss just said to hop on and listen in. Said it’s a learning opportunity.” You make air quotations with your fingers at those last two words, rolling your eyes. 

He hums, massaging your shoulders, which are stiff and tense with stress. “I’m sorry.” His thumbs work out a knot; he always knows how to put you at ease at times like this. 

You lean back, tipping your chin up to catch his gaze, smiling. “Thank you, honey. I’m just…annoyed.” Glancing back at the screen, you sit up straight, muttering, “Oh no, it’s starting.” With a click of your mouse, you’re in. A few of the attendees are already chatting, so you keep yourself on mute, not bothering to greet them. 

Instead of heading into the kitchen for his morning cup of coffee, Nanami remains behind you, bowing down to whisper, “Do you want a distraction?” His mouth grazes your ear, his hands gliding up and down your arms. 

Although you’re on mute, you mouth a silent, “What?” to him.

His voice gets lower, sultry. “I’m hungry. And I’m craving my favorite treat right now.” He nuzzles his nose to yours, flashing that lazy smile of his you love so much. “I’ll be quick.” Too much. 

“Kento, are you serious?” The rational part of you knows this is crazy, especially while you’re actively attending a meeting. However, the horny part of you, which seems to supersede everything else, wants your husband’s distraction so badly. The temptation to do something you shouldn’t be doing is too alluring to resist. And besides, you’re virtually non-existent in the conversation happening in front of you. Might as well do something else productive.

He nods, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, just enough to tease a moan out of you. “Baby,” you whine. “We shouldn’t.”

And the two of you know what that really means.

Soon, he’s under the desk, sliding your pajamas bottoms off one leg at a time while you pretend to pay attention to whatever nonsense your coworkers are discussing. Your panties are already wet and Nanami takes his time peeling them off you, biting his lip at the way it glistens with your arousal. 

He wasn’t lying when he said he was hungry. In fact, he’s starving. He proves that with how voraciously he eats you out, your legs open wide for him to spread his tongue all over you. His grip is firm on your knees, keeping you split apart, licking and sucking on your clit, coaxing every drop of cum out of you. You can go the entire meeting with his face buried in your wet cunt, his drool mixing in with your slick. 

Suddenly, and to your absolute horror, your name gets called by your manager. “Any questions?”

You try to shove Nanami away, but he’s relentless, latching onto you tighter, sucking on your clit harder, louder. You squeeze his cheeks tightly with your thighs, practically smothering him, but it doesn’t do anything except make him hum, the vibrations only adding to the divine sensation. 

Before this long pause gets any more awkward, you swallow all the saliva pooling in your mouth and unmute yourself. “I’m good, thanks!” you blurt out, muting yourself once more as you let out a drawn-out moan, coming for the fifth time on your husband’s tongue.

The meeting is dismissed shortly after. You shut your laptop closed, scolding your husband, who’s now kissing the plush of your thighs, chin and nose shiny with your cum, a wickedly charming smile on his lips. “Thought you said you wouldn’t have to say anything,” he teases, trying to feign innocence. 

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently. “Thought you said you’d make it quick.”

He comes up from beneath the table, meeting your face with his. “You know nothing is ever quick with me, sweetheart.” Then, he kisses you, pulling you close to him, cock stiff against you, leading you into the bedroom.  

[lovelykil]

how to SHUT izuku up

ᯓ izuku midoriya

note; he's a yapper but he's my yapper

ᡣ𐭩 you ever tried kissing him? Maybe a peck? When he's rambling and everyone is so LOST in what he's saying, just kiss him.

“but then again if we go left and attack the villains there, they probably expected us to do that! So we need to go right... but what if they expected that too? Cause what if they have a quirk that allows them to predict moments? They already cornered us so they have to have a quirk rela—"

peck!

"Izuku, what we need right now is a plan. You think you can think of one izu?” Your lips part ways with his cheek and your hands fall on his shoulder. Izuku's face reddens as his eyes look over at you in shock then quickly avert away. He rubs the cheek you kissed him on.

“o-oh yeah, I can..”

you smiled while everyone (class 1-A) seemed to be relieved. bakugo on the other hand looked like he was about to pop a vein.

ᡣ𐭩 a hug, hug him. He barely gets any maybe it will distract him from how BADLY you injured yourself in training.

“uh y/n is your leg alri—” you quickly latch yourself around him and laugh nervously.

“it's never been better !!.. ow."

he's still for a moment, confused by the sudden hug, but hugs you back tightly.

“your leg is bruised isn't it?” he asks a few seconds later, still hugging you.

your leg suddenly locks and you hold onto his for dear life with a cry.

“...ummmm, no.. shut up.”

ᡣ𐭩 grabbing his face,,, he's cute you love to grab his chin or his cheeks to get a reaction.

“I feel like I'm not trying hard enough, I still haven't gotten fully used to my quirk just yesterday I lost control and—hmph!?” you squish his cheeks with your hand and make him look at you. His eyes dilate while yours remain solemn and full of sincerity.

“midoriya you idiot, you are trying your best if you say some dumb ass shit again I'm going to squish you like an ant.” you state, your eyes looking deep into his soul. He blushed.

“o-ohm?!” so scary..!

ᡣ𐭩 you ever just tell him to shut up?... Don't do that, he'll get sad.

ᡣ𐭩 okay full on KISS him. He'll definitely shut up.

“okay so in math we're solving these complex equations, I know you weren't there yesterday but do you at least remember the lesson befo—” smooch.

smooch , smooch , smooch !!!

you hold his face as you press your sweet lips against his own. You have him leaning against his bed as you slowly crawl onto him. Your lips move at such a pace with his that it makes him overwhelmed, he grips your arms as he makes tiny noises into your mouth.

you smile and pull away.

you two breathe heavily, his hot breath felt on your lips as you stare at one another. He looks completely caught off guard while you look quite amused.

“you talk too much, izu.”

[sumiire-creates]

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𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘙𝘌: fluff.

𝘍𝘛; amber, kaeya, lisa, jean, diluc, venti, albedo, rosaria, eula, mika.

𝘊𝘞:

‣ gn!reader [mentions of female anatomy] | slightly suggestive(?) [on kaeya, venti, and albedo] | a ton of kisses | a ton of fluff/a bit of comfort.

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▏𝘈𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙;

- amber loves to kiss your face.

- amber is so sweet about it too

- like if she has the chance, she’s take your face in her hands and just smother you with kisses until you’re both all giggles

- she enjoys pecking your cheek or nose or forehead

- she ADORES goodnight forehead kisses. like, she gives you one EVERY. NIGHT.

- she’s so gentle with her lil smooches

- she’d kiss you any chance she got

- when you’re cuddling in bed? smooch

- pass by each other when you’re doing your own thing? quick kiss on the cheek

- training? hell yes.

- if you were a fellow knight, she’d spar with you and like get so close just to give you a kiss and hit you so hard you fall to the ground

- but like it's okay

- because if you tell her it isn't, she gets really disappointed and sad and pouts about it for the rest of the day

- you better make it up to her

- like later when y’all are going to sleep, trap her in a hug and return the favor! she’ll cheer right up

▏𝘒𝘈𝘌𝘠𝘈;

- kaeya loves to kiss your lips.

- flirt.

- tease.

- he’s such an ass with it

- like he knows what he’s doing and he loves to just make you feel those annoying little butterflies that make you happy

- but then like

- he’ll also get super close, and you just wanna kiss him really badly

- and then he pulls away.

- like SIR??? >:(

- i'm not done come back here

- his kisses are soft and loving

- with gentle lips on yours, he’ll kiss you anytime he finds the moment to be perfect

- he’s the definition of romantic

- like your first kiss was probably on starsnatch cliff at sunset and looked so damn perfect

- gentle breeze and everything

- this mf couldn’t have timed it better

- he likes romantic kisses

- he also likes to just peck your lips

- but that's only if he can’t snatch you away and make out with you

- straying a little off topic but

- kaeya fucking LOVES cuddling you at night and making you face him so he can just smooch you right there whenever he wants

▏𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘈;

- lisa loves to kiss your hands.

- such a gentlewomen <3

- she’s, like, so fucking sweet

- she’ll take your hands in hers and kiss your knuckles and it's just so soft and UGH

- when handing you books, she’ll snatch your hand and give it a quick kiss before waving you goodbye

- literally just

- i can’t stop saying this but,

- she’s SO SWEET.

- lisa would hold your hand tightly as you two walk down the street, occasionally bringing it up to her mouth as she’d kiss your knuckles and give her a smile

- she’ll never pass up a chance to kiss your pretty hands

- she’ll never pass up a chance to kiss you in general, honestly

▏𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘕;

- jean loves to kiss your forehead.

- goodnight kisses on the forehead as she gets in bed beside you >>>

- she’s probably taller than you so its like the most easy to access place for her tbh

- jean is so sweettttt

- so gentle and loving with her partner

- she’d kiss you and give you a small reassuring affirmation afterwards

- “you’re doing great, love, keep it up.”

- “i love you so much, you know that, right?”

- “i’ll never leave your side, even in death.”

- “let me know if you need anything, okay?”

- it’s just

- so goddamn cute

- she’d only do it when she felt like its needed though

- taking her face in her hands as she pulls you in so she can kiss your forehead when you’re stressing out before embracing you and hugging you while gently rubbing you back-

- she even gives you the option to shove her away if you want, and she won’t get offended or upset or anything

- she’s just so comforting with her kisses <3

▏𝘋𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘊;

- diluc loves to kiss your shoulder.

- first off, this man isn’t too big of a fan of PDA…

- so kissing in public is a no no unless nobody is looking

- then he often slips you a quick peck

- but he much prefers to kiss when he knows you’re alone

- his favorites are when he’s cuddling you in bed and just kinda kisses and sucks on your shoulder bc its soft and feels nice to him

- he’ll trail up your neck, to your lips, and then back down

- he’s super gentle about it AGAIN

- also i imagine that he’s just super duper warm

- he already wears that heavy ass coat

- but the pyro vision automatically makes him warmer to the touch

- he’s fine, i promise, just really warm

- so like imagine being held in his warm, strong arms while he gently gives you shoulder kisses

- its so cuteee

- diluc also likes it when he’s doing paperwork at his desk and you come to pester him. he likes it when you start whining and get in his lap to distract him

- because then he’ll just trap you in his arms

- “is this what you wanted?”

- and then, if nobody else is inside or if the maids have a day off, he’ll probably just kinda slide your shirt off a bit and smother your shoulders and neck in kisses

▏𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐;

- venti loves to kiss your neck.

- VENTI.

- its so bad

- especially when he gets tipsy

- he’ll literally just kinda blend bodies with you and his lips never leave your neck

- also he knows where your soft spot/sweet spot is so just be warned, he’s gonna target it

- he’ll hold you from behind and find your favorite spot, sucking and kissing it before slowly trailing off… and then he comes right back to it, 2x the effort.

- he gets really handsy when kissing

- like he’ll probably grab at anything

- so yk

- be warned

- you can also bribe him to give you more kisses

- just promise him a drink and he’ll endlessly kiss you

- but like uphold your promise

- because you’re not getting anymore kisses until he gets that damn wine

- he’ll kiss you in any situation

- he prefers to kiss your neck from behind, but he can do it from the front too

- he also likes the back because he can just bury his face in your hair and it smells good so

- why wouldnt he want to ?

▏𝘈𝘓𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘖;

- albedo loves to kiss your chest.

- “its for science”

- no its not.

- he just likes to kiss your chest.

- he’ll only go as far as your clothes allow

- tbh it's probably because they’re warm

- he isn’t particularly gentle or anything, actually

- he’s more rough with them tbh

- albedo likes to run his tongue along your skin before suckling on it

- then he’ll actually kiss it

- he’s a weirdo

- tbh he probably doesn’t kiss you that often

- it's more like

- spread out

- unless you ask specifically for him to kiss you more

- which he may or may not do

- he may just give you a look because he’s busy

- or he’ll indulge you

- who knows

- tbh i can’t tell with this man

▏𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘈;

- rosaria loves to kiss your cheek.

- she definitely doesn’t kiss often

- or like

- at all

- but when she does, she kisses you like a ghost

- as in you almost can't feel it

- she much prefers to kiss your cheek, as its a soft and simple gesture that she can do at any time

- but again, she doesn’t kiss often

- so when you do find this blessing upon you, don’t hope for too much

- she won’t give you the proper kiss to the lips that you may want, because most of the time she’s busy and doesn’t have the time or feel very deserving of sharing such a nice moment with you

- so a peck on the cheek will do and then she’s off again

- tbh she hates the church and protecting mondstadt

- because she doesn’t have the time to kiss you like the wants

- but dw

- she’ll make it up to you

▏𝘌𝘜𝘓𝘈;

- eula loves to kiss your knuckles.

- she was raised by aristocrats

- so like

- kissing is a thing

- she won’t do too often

- until you’re married

- because why waste her kisses on someone who’ll break up with her?

- no

- she’ll take her vengeance if you leave her

- so like

- don’t.

- anyways

- eula likes getting down on one knee and kissing your knuckles

- because it's romantic

- and she’s a knight

- isn’t that what the night typically does for his princess?

- as far as she knows, yes, yes it is

- so she’s gonna do it for you

- as a greeting

- and a farewell

- and just because she can

- of course in private she won’t make such a big deal about it

- she’ll just kinda snatch your hand (regardless of what you’re doing), and press her lips to your knuckles

- she really really enjoys doing it because it reminds her of those little stories about a princess and a knight

- you’re her prince/princess and she’s your loyal knight <3

▏𝘔𝘐𝘒𝘈;

- mika loves to kiss your nose.

- shy.

- shy.

- shy.

- again, does not kiss you often

- but it's more often than like rosaria or albedo or eula.

- he’s just really really really nervous to kiss you

- like what if he messes up???

- he doesn’t wanna mess up!!

- so instead of kissing your lips

- he kisses your nose

- why?

- because he thinks your nose is cute

- but also because it helps him a little

- concentration wise

- this way he cant mess it up!

- right?

- right..?

- he’s telling himself that

- he just likes to kiss your nose

- mika thinks it's soft and cute but so is your whole face!!

- he’d pepper your face in kisses if he could

- but most attention kissing-wise is given to your nose

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thank you for reading !

have a great day/night !

Requests: OPEN

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[dancingdonatello]

Hi! Your work is awesome!

If requests are open can I please request the rise universe where days after the movie Casey Jr accidently (or accidently on purpose) letting it slip that Leo and his girlfriend are married in the future?

rise leo x gn reader

Casey had finally grown comfortable to a point where he could share stories from his past (or your guys’ futures). Anytime a familiar scene would come on a movie for family movie night, he’d share a snippet or two.

He tried to keep things small, not wanting to spoil anything too big in your lives. All of you didn’t know what he meant. Did you meet people important? Why would it spoil to know if you met someone?

Donnie was still upset over the fact he couldn’t ask for lottery numbers.

You didn’t find out what Casey could possibly be hiding until you were all gathered in the living room and watching shitty romance movies. There was a wedding that was thrown together, small and cheap, but it was very happy. Casey pointed it out and how it was similar to “Your and Sensei’s Wedding.”

He had said that exactly as you went to punch the turtle for stealing your blanket for the umpteenth time.

“Our wedding?” Leo squeaked.

His brothers laughed at the obvious embarrassment on your faces. Splinter let out a way too real relieved sigh.

“No way I get married to… him.” You faked a disgusted look at the turtle, trying to hide how badly that affected your heart rate. You felt the need to fan your face.

He wrangled an arm around you, ignoring your attempts to shove him away. “You love me!” He smothered your face in obnoxious sounding kisses, making sure to make that iconic smooch noise as you tried to escape his grasp. “Who wouldn’t want to get married to me?”

You two managed to play off your embarrassment pretty well. You succeeded in making them slowly turn their attention back to the movie as you two slumped into each other in relief.

You two knew the teasing would return, when you would eventually argue ‘like a married couple’ or eat cake together or do something somehow barely related to weddings or marriage.

“So, what kind of wedding would you actually want?” Leo asked when the movie night was over and you two were in his room. He rushed to clarify at your expression, “In the future! Obviously…” He rubbed his cheek, avoiding eye contact. “Unless you do want to get married. I can forge some documents. Well, Donnie can. And I can convince him to do it.”

In your opinion, getting married at your age was a crazy thing to do. But as you and Leo went to the Hidden City Library to look up Yokai Marriage Laws, it seemed a little less crazy.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Knock knock, whos there?

A reader who's very sad at how empty the Ftm Reader X Jason Todd tag is.

Can we get something sweet between the two of em? Maybe just something depicting a slow morning? Thank you if so, <3 Im longing for more food.

-🐊🪶

Jason Todd x FTM reader

Headcanons

Im basing the readers experiences off of myself, so it may not fit all trans readers and what they’ve gone through. I also gave them pet cats, because I love cats. The reader being trans doesn’t fill much of this, since it doesn’t effect their relationship a lot, but I hope you still like it.

On days where there we no plans, no druglord word, no Red Hood or batfam work, and you had time off from your job or classes, Jason and you liked to take it slow.

The two cats Jason had found on patrol one night laying splayed out on the bed like they owned the place. One was a very large tomcat with big puffy cheeks, even after being neutered, the second cat was smaller, scrawnier but so very long. They had smartly been named Tomcat and Longcat by Jason.

On days where you two liked to sleep in, you could find yourselves being awoken by the beautiful sound of Longcat yowling like was dying, because neither of you had filled their bowls on time. Tomcat was a big baby, but liked you more than Jason, so the moment Jason gets up to feed Longcat his spot is stolen.

Since he’s already up and his spot had been stolen by a cat the size of a medium sized dog, Jason just decides to start going about his day. He ends up finding outfits for you two for the day, and if you wear a binder hell ask if you want to wear one today or not.

Your handsome partner always gives you a kiss before leaving the bedroom, Tomcat tries to get in the way though. It just results in Jason giving Tomcat a bit smooch too, which the cat just wags his tail at.

You’ll keep lying in bed for maybe another 15 minutes, just snuggling with Tomcat and listening to the sound of Jason taking his shower and brushing his teeth, sometimes at the same time. Longcat is meowing the entire time of course, thinking that Jason is drowning.

You let Jason finish up before getting up, tucking Tomcat in after getting up as you should, before going about your own routine. After your shower you stand and airdry for a while if you have to put on a binder, since you can’t pull those on with damp skin.

This is where youll stand half asleep and brush your teeth, Tomcat and Longcat both watching you, one from the tub and one from on top of the toilet. Its also where Jason likes to come up behind you and just hug you as he buries his face into your neck for a bit.

The morning hug and kiss is needed for his day to go well, that’s what Jason says anyways. If he doesn’t get a kiss from you then his whole day is doomed to go badly in one way or another.

He makes sure to hug you before you apply your T gel if you use that, since he knows he isn’t allowed to touch you after applying it. Hes also an expert at helping you inject T if you need it, and you do it from home. Or if your injection point is still aching from your last injection, then Jason is your guy in making it feel better.

If you’re a breakfast person you two will go into the kitchen to make something. On days like this, Jason can be tempted to make a bigger for complicated breakfast. Most days breakfast is an easy and quick affair though.

Longcat is of course still meowing for treats, acting like he hasn’t been fed and like hes still a streetcat living on scraps. Tomcat is just your big hovering shadow, watching from the doorway into the kitchen with his tail neatly curled around his front paws.

You two end up just eating breakfast on the couch as you watch whatever you two can find, though its most likely a comfort show or movie, something you two have watched many times before.

Jason takes the empty bowls or plates into the kitchen before coming back, so you two can cuddle some more as you’re both still quite tired after Longcats very loud awakening.

Jason never minds what you wear or how you wear it, as long as youre comfortable, so you being trans doesn’t really make any difference in your guy’s mornings together. Just what Jason finds for you to wear, and if your hormone treatment makes any differences.

It’s very hard not to fall back asleep on the couch, especially as Jason pulls you to his chest and wraps a blanket around you both.

Tomcat and Longcat obviously quickly join you, both of the cats curling up in whatever nook and cranny they can find and purring up a storm, making both you and Jason more and more sleepy.

You both don’t mind that you fall back asleep on the couch together, since there’s nothing planned for the day, and what’s playing on the tv is something you both know front to back. It just feels nice to be able to let go and drift off again together, even if it’s not in bed.

[haruchuiyo]

husband!ran haitani

content: pure fluff + literally only fluff + established relationship + fem!reader + ran is so husband in this cmon

husband!ran who loves to press kisses anywhere on your back. wear a dress and you need help with the zipper, he kisses your spine before helping you zip it up. Anywhere and anytime he sees a chance to kiss you on your back, he will take the chance.

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husband!ran who loves to hug and cuddle you from behind, cause he gets more access to your neck. If your hairs up and he sees the nape of your neck, best believe he’s gonna press soft kisses there. With that, he also gains access to the sweet spot behind your ear and below your earlobe, he loves the sounds you omit when he leaves kisses there.

husband!ran who wakes you up before going to work, cause he has this need in him for you to see him before he is gone for hours. And to get his morning kiss from you he have never ever forgotten to get. (if he does, you make it up to him by coming to his workplace and give him the kiss he so desperately needs and wants.)

husband!ran who loves to see you wear his shirts and sweatpants, seeing how his much larger clothes engulfs your smaller form. You look so cute he wants to hug you right there and smooch all over your face.

husband!ran who loves to give you wet playful kisses on your face, loving the sound of your laughter. And he absolutely loves it when you do it back to him.

husband!ran who loves to place his chin on top of your head when he’s standing beside you, while he’s hugging you from behind. You fit so perfectly in his arms, how can he not do that.

husband!ran who loves to snuggle with you below layers of blankets, enjoying the close proximity with you.

husband!ran who has a subtle proud smile on his lips and hearts pounding fast when he hears you say ‘’my husband’ when introducing him.

husband!ran who loves to bother you when you’re cooking, that is by hugging you from behind and never letting you go. Pouts and says you pay more attention to the food than him, and you flick him on the forehead which he giggles at. (he offers to cook if he sees you need extra help)

husband!ran who wants to be the one to plan the dates. Cause that way he gets to put your interests and what you like first and foremost. He just wants you to the enjoy the date and being with him. He loves seeing you smile so wide, eyes glistening in happiness as you hold onto his hand so tightly while telling him how much you love what he planned. He feels accomplished in making you smile, it’s one of his favorite things of you.

husband!ran who can’t stay up late. On so many occasions he have fell asleep in the midst of a movie you’re watching together, he’d mumble your name so cutely while hugging you closely

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I want him so bad like REALLY badly he’s my cure to everything

check out husband!rindou

If you've come this far, a like, reblog and feedback would be sooo so much appreciated :3

[dinogoofymutated]

So I'm warming up to the idea of Cable now with this new animation style. And now I can't help but imagine a mutant reader seeing him shirtless for the first time 👉🏽👈🏽. Maybe she's helping him treat a wound he cant reach on his back and he's too worn out to rely on his telekinesis for it. Sure she knows that he has a metal arm. Techno-organic viruses were nasty business. But she never imagined she'd get to see the stark contrast of metal and flesh up close. Just a tender moment where she gets to see him at his most vulnerable. Preferably sfw. Sorry if this is too long winded or specific. Really love your writing and enjoy what you share with us regardless if u choose this one or not 🫶🏽

SFW!Cable/GN!Reader OOOOGHHHH when I tell you I have been thinking about this since you sent me the ask!! I've been dying to write this but forced myself to follow a schedule :( I've never really been a Cable girly but this scenario has been in my head non-stop! I just hope this fic does the same to others!!! Speaking of which, I hope this isn't too OOC for him! This also might get a pt 2 with some smooching 😘

Read pt. 2 Here :)

-Ps- Heads up, finals week is coming up for me and I have a lot of essays and work to do. my writing is sadly going to slow down a bit. I don't think I'm going to close requests for now but it's not out of the realm of possibility! TWs: Can't really think of any. Gross depictions of techno-organic shit. As always, Reader written while picturing fem! but no pronouns mentioned. The reader is short in this one, sorry to all my Amazonian friends.

    Prime sentinels were like wasps. Squashing one could be relatively easy with the right tools, but it was difficult to handle multiples at once. It had been a rough day, and your ears were still ringing from the sounds of blaster fire when you got to the safe house. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, body exhausted from overusing your mutant powers. Bruises are forming all over you, and despite the pain and soreness, you know you got off easy compared to Cable. 

    He’s got an arm slung around your shoulder, using you as a crutch as you help him limp over to the table- although you’re sure you’re not a very good one, too short for him to properly lean on. His gun clanks on the floor as he sits, grunting as the movement sends shooting pains through his body. You can tell his left arm is aching, the techno-organic virus fighting to beat the telekinetic powers keeping them still. You weren’t the only one who overdid it today, but you also weren’t the one who had to keep a virus from eating you alive.

    Once Cable is settled, the routine starts. You cautiously make a round through the safe house, making sure blinds are drawn and entryways secured. Usually, the task was split between the two of you, being faster and safer than it would be alone- but he would take it over when you were badly hurt. It was only natural that you would do the same. You feel the sting of anxiety and worry in your heart. Cable had saved your ass today. He had done so many times, but normally the fighting wasn’t this extreme. You had been stupid, and he was suffering the consequences. 

    A series of pained grunts lead you back into the kitchen once you’ve finished, and you can tell Cable is pissed just by the tone of them. You’re facing his back when you walk in, noticing the large red stain that spans across the width of his shoulders. You try to hide the worry on your face as you approach him. He has the medkit sprawled out on the counter, sorting through the various items in it.

    “Can’t believe this thing doesn’t have a damn mirror.” He grunts. You hum in response, looking him over before examining the items on the table.

    “What do you need a mirror for?” You ask, voice coming out a little hoarse. You clear your throat, must be from the smoke earlier. Cable sends you a look, tossing his head towards his back. You mouth an “oh” before looking at him, unable to hide your worried expression. You’d seen him stitch his wounds up with his telekinesis before, when the fight was all guns and no powers. An action like that was child’s play for someone of his capabilities. For him to actively avoid it, and the way his arm seemed to be bothering him more than normal… It made you worried. It made you feel guilty. 

    You look down at the suture kit, open on the table from where Cable had unzipped it, and then look back at him, wordlessly asking. He gives you a cautious look for a moment, before it shifts into something much softer. He doesn’t bother nodding, choosing to simply take his shirt off instead.

    You blush a little but quickly get to work, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. They’re too big for you, meant to fit Cable’s sturdy hands instead of your own smaller ones. You try not to get distracted by the sight of him shirtless as you pick up what you need and get behind him. The air has shifted between the two of you, forming into something a little more intimate. Something that builds itself on words unspoken, truths that neither of you is quite ready to communicate yet.

    His back is broad and beautiful, dotted with scars and bruises. The gash on his shoulders is from a stray blast, starting at the top of his left shoulder and ending at the lower shoulder blade of his right. 

    You’re not sure if you had been ready to see the cut-off between flesh and metal.

    The cords of metal attach to the skin of his shoulder in a way that makes your skin crawl. They sprout from underneath the skin, winding against each other in a way that makes no clear sense to you. The top layers of skin are rough, keloid scarring having formed at the impasse of skin and metal. It's horrific, the way the virus has both eaten and forced its way under the skin. The top of the gash is somewhat deep, the deep inner cording revealed by the wound cutting through the top of his skin has you unable to look away despite the horror that has taken you.

   “I can feel you staring, you know.” Cable’s rumbling voice causes you to snap back to reality.

    “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trail off, not fully able to place the words. He sighs, and you mistake it for annoyance. You quickly get back on track and begin to disinfect the wound. Cable hardly flinches as you do so. You’re overly cautious as you stitch him up, focusing on each stitch being perfectly placed. You know they wouldn’t stay for long. Cable had a habit of tearing his stitches. You hope that maybe you’d be able to keep that from happening this time.

   You place both hands on his shoulder blades when you are done. The nerves have worn off as the pseudo-doctor in you took over. You’re trying to examine the stitches, but find that your attention keeps being drawn back to that stark contrast of his shoulder. If Cable notices, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at the back of his head, trying to gauge what he’s feeling. 

    Your left hand drifts a little. Cable shudders as your thumb gently traces that line of scarring, the metal of his arm feeling extra cold compared to the heat of his skin. You’re waiting for him to say something. To tell you to back off. To grumble and shake you off and avoid speaking to you like he used to when you first started to work together- when he was so determined not to get attached. 

   But he doesn’t say anything. Not at first, anyway. The tenseness of his shoulders slowly gives as the gentle touching morphed into more purposeful touches, working the stiff muscles- what was left of the organic ones, anyway. 

    It’s intimate. It’s quiet. It’s… nice. Part of you wishes it would last a little longer. Part of you wishes he would let you touch him like this more often. 

    Cable stiffens again as the thought crosses your mind, recoiling away from you. He stands suddenly, turning around to face you. His towering stature used to make you nervous out of fear. Now you’re nervous for a completely different reason. Part of you had forgotten about the glimpses he takes into your mind. A flicker of anxiety ignites when you realize how much he might have seen. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, his brown eyes hard compared to the softness from earlier. You hadn’t meant to think so much. You didn’t think he was horrific. It was the virus. What it was doing to him. The energy and effort it takes out of him. That was what scared you.

    Cable was used to the stares. The horror. Most recoiled at the sight of his flesh. It only made sense to him when you did too.

    But Nathan… Nathan wasn’t ready for the depth of your thoughts. The care in your eyes. He wasn’t ready for the depth of his own feelings. The ones that cause such a storm within him. The ones that cause him to be stupid. The ones that make him focus more on saving you than the goal of every mission.

    “Is this… Are we okay?” You ask. He didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the fear that has swelled within you. Most of your emotions were always written on your face. It made things easier for him when he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. That hardness in his eyes softens yet again, and he glances away for a moment. 

    “... Yeah.” Is all he says. His heart feels light when you finally smile at him, even though an underlying nervousness still resides behind that smile. You let out a relieved sigh, and he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Instead, he sits back down. He faces away from you, giving you the space to finish taking care of the wound on his back. 

    You don’t realize how late it is until you’re finished, and the mess on the counter has been cleaned and contained back in the medkit. The two of you sit together as you eat. The food isn’t great- consisting of an MRE that’s not exactly as advanced as the futuristic weapons and technology would lead you to believe. He doesn’t say anything when you lean on his shoulder, or when your breathing evens out, having fallen asleep on his side.

  The aches and pains don’t really bother Nathan as he carries you to bed, but the thoughts of you, your feelings, your thoughts… Those keep him awake longer than any wound would.

[your-highnessmarvel]

It's Just a Flesh Wound, Baby

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms : Hello dear, it's my bday tomorrow and maybe i couldn ask for a buck imagine :) Maybe where you both had a one night stand but avoid each other afterwards even though you're in love with each other. During one battle than you save him from something and get hurt badly, nearly dying. He stays with you till you wake up and then tells you properly that he loves you? maybe also his pov if you want :) thank youu *smooch* 💕💕

AN: first of aaalllll HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU!! I hope you're doing the things you love tomorrow or today or this week! You little scorpio (fun fact, i'm. scorpio too!)

Warnings: language

*gif not mine

MASTERLIST

"Y/N, get his six," Steve ordered through comms, causing you to grunt.

Of course, Steve was sending you with Bucky, of all fucking people.

"I'm literally standing behind Vision," you answered grimly.

You could practically hear Steve groan through comms.

"Vision doesn't need you to check his back, y/n," he answered. "Vis basically has 360 vision."

You rolled your eyes. "Wanda then."

"She's with Vis."

"But!"

"Just come here," you heard Bucky grunt, wrapping metal fingers around your bicep. He hauled you to him, watching as you almost visibly recoiled from him.

He let go of you like you were the plague. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, disgusted.

You looked up at him from under your brows. "Nothing, let's just go."

But it wasn't nothing. Even if the fabric of your suit had kept the metal fingers from your skin, you could still feel it. Not from now, but form the people living in your head, the Bucky groaning against your mouth as he thrust into you. The you in your head, gasping against his ear, grabbing at his hair to stay afloat because your orgasm was just a few seconds away.

He'd thrown you off a precipice almost three months ago, and since then, it had been like meeting a wall with a wall. No one really talked about it. None of you had even addressed it after he'd finished in you, letting himself spill out of you. He hadn't even said a thing as he helped you wash up and put you to bed.

And now, this stupid mission.

You followed Bucky like you were told, checking his six with your own assault rifle.

You followed him, back to back, until he grunted and pulled you against the wall with his metal arm.

"Ow, Buck, that hurts," you grumbled.

"Shadows, two o'clock," he whispered. "It's gonna be a fight."

He told you to follow him as he shot upwards, avoiding bullets while you shot at shadows coming from the back.

"Bucky!" You couldn't see anything with the dirt flying in your eyes, brought up by the bullets finding the ground at your feet. And they just kept coming, like a black swarm of bees, clogging your vision until all you could do was lay down the trigger and hope a bullet catches.

Until one shadow, heavy and so warm, fell over you and you screamed, fighting with elbows and knees. But nothing got this man off you.

You couldn't see Bucky.

You couldn't breathe. With his hands around your neck, your vision was going black, dotting.

Something popped in your head, something slick and scorching hot splashing across your face.

When had you closed your eyes?

"Y/N!"

But something hurt in your ribs, something stinging across your flesh like lightning was slowly building beneath your skin.

You felt someone pull you into their arms, warm and steady chest meeting your cheek before you passed out.

But Bucky held on, running back to the jet, the breath in his lungs burning. He kept screaming your name, but you were out, bleeding from a wound in your ribs, bleeding and bleeding and the more he saw the red staining your suit, the faster Bucky ran.

When he got to the jet, no one had made it back yet. He could hear the faint pops of bullets behind him but he didn't care. He bolted for the med bay, laying your body down gently.

When had he started crying?

"FRIDAY?" he asked. After a beat of silence, "FRIDAY!!" His teeth bared, watched as the lights around the jet bolted to light and the AI came to life.

"Stab wound between rib 6 and 7, Mister Barnes," FRIDAY said, monotone.

"Can we fix it?" Bucky asked through gritted teeth. His hands had started shaking as he looked at you, fragile and bleeding and quiet.

"Yes, but we need to act now," FRIDAY answered.

"What can I do?" he asked, straightening, sniffing, eyes to the sky as if the AI was sentient. Oh wait. It was.

"Get the gauze," FRIDAY said. "I'll do the rest." Bucky scrambled to the cabinets, pulling them open, grabbing onto as much white fabric as he could see. By the time he turned around, FRIDAY was already stitching you up with Stark's mobile arm.

But you were still unconscious, lashes thick with tears, face so solemn and... pretty.

Bucky let the gauze fall to the table you were on. "You didn't really need this, right?" he asked.

"No," said FRIDAY. "I just needed you out the way."

Bucky snorted, for once actually felt something nice course through his veins. He gently patted your hair, moving thick strands behind your ear. He smeared the blood off your cheeks until they were clean again, tracing the outline of your cheekbones, your chin, your neck.

"She's waking up, sir," FRIDAY said lowly, and Bucky nodded, feeling relief when he saw you jostle. Feeling that dreadful fear lift from his ribs like smoke.

"Hey," he whispered, metal fingers in your hair as he watched your eyes flutter open.

"Mmm Bucky?" Your voice was thick. Even if you'd been out for merely 15 minutes, it felt like hours. "What?"

Bucky laughed, pressing his forehead to yours and completely basking in the fact that you were alive.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he said, stroking your hair, pressing his nose to yours.

He felt your hand trace his chin and he chuckled. "I'm so sorry," he whispered again. He pressed his mouth to your knuckles, watching your lips stretch into a smile.

"It's okay."

He shook his head, hiding hid mouth behind your palm. "No, I'm... I'm sorry about everything."

Your eyes glazed. "What?"

"About right now," he said, meeting your eyes with tear-stained lashes. "About two seconds ago. About an hour ago. About... two weeks and a month and three months when we..."

You reached up weakly. Stroked his face with your knuckles. "I know," you answered, smiling slowly. "I'm sorry too."

Again, he shook his head. "No. Y/n, it's... it's you." He brought his face closer to yours, as if he couldn't speak it into existence just yet. "It's always been you. And I was afraid, at first - "

"Bucky."

"No, let me finish," he insisted, tears brewing in his eyes, ready to spill. "I was afraid that if I let you in, I'd somehow hurt you. But now, watching you like this... I can't be here without you. Ever."

You smiled, rubbed your nose against his briefly. "I had to almost die to get that out of you?" you asked, ghosting your mouth over his, teasing him.

He shook his head but kissed you anyway, careful not to squish you or touch your wound. He kissed you so softly, so carefully, like you were made of glass, or shattered glass he'd put back together with store-bought glue.

When you heard the tale-tell sign of feet running up the deck of the jet, Bucky kissed your forehead and sat beside your bed, holding onto your hand until you were safely back home.

[anemptypuddingcup]

Aghhh! A returning character that needs more attention and love! I might eventually rewrite my cyclops Killer fic- This ones longer as well so I’m sorry about that-😭

Cyclops Killer!🎃

“Mmmgh~ Oh Killer!~”

You moan out Killer’s name all sweetly, your moans making his face flush a deep shade of red as his lipstick-coated lips curled up into a smile. A heavy huff leaves his lips as he stared down at your pretty body through his blonde bangs, his eye relishing in your body unfolded beneath his larger frame.

His thick and long blonde strands fell over his back, his long bangs falling over his pretty blue eye which hid it from your vision.

“Yer so adorable darlin’~ Am I makin’ ya feel that good?~” He asked teasingly, a heavy huff leaving his lips as he pepper a loving smooch to your neck. You let out a shaky mewl, your legs wrapped tighter around his hips as you pressed your lips against his cheek. You nodded and moaned out in response, your hands pushing up against his back as you urged him to get even closer to your smaller frame.

Killer obeys and moves in even closer, his chest pressing up against yours breasts while he slowly wrapped his arms around your pretty body. He continued to smooch and suck at the skin of your neck, his hips still thrusting into your pussy all lovingly and kissing your bundle of nerves.

After a little while, Killer slowly pulled his lips away from neck before admiring the lipstick stains and hickeys that decorated your skin. You wrap an arm around his neck and reaching up for his temple, his hips slowing down as he observed your movements.

Your hand reaches up to his temple and brushes his bangs out of the way, your eyes meeting with his big singular icy-blue eye while his face began to burn a bright red. You move in and whisper into his ear, your tone making his body shudder with delight as he listened. “I want to s-see you…staring down at me~ I want you to know how good you’re making me feel.” You gasp out shakily, your words making Killer’s eye soften before he’d smile at your words.

Killer nuzzles into your neck and gives you a soft smooch before chuckling softly, his fingers rubbing at the soft skin of your back while you gasp out shakily. “Ya wanted to see…m’eye that badly?” He asked you, staring down into your eyes as he fell flustered. You nodded softly before giving him a little pout and he chuckles in response before moving in closer to your face.

“‘Lright princess~ Ya can stare at it all night long while I watch ya melting under me~”

[mykoreanlove]

Scarred

„Ji, honey?“

His head was resting on your boobs, peacefully breathing along to the rhythm of your body.

„Hmm?“

The two of you had been dating for a year now, celebrating your love on your first couple‘s vacation. Jisung was head over heels for that idea, booking a private resort in Egypt right away.

You’ve spent countless days bathing in the warmth of the Red Sea, eating delicious dates and smooching publicly as much as you could.

Jisung needed this break badly, he was constantly overworked and under a lot of pressure. You knew how bad his anxiety could get, so you stepped in.

In the mornings you kissed his sorrows away and at night your pussy made him forget everything, including his name. So far, the relaxation had been working.

Ever since you made it to Egypt though you couldn’t help but wonder about his scar.

Surely you had seen him naked multiple of times, but it had never caught your attention in the way it did now.

It was placed on his left hip, an odd shape in a bright color.

„Can I ask you something?“

He nodded his head slightly.

„How did you get the scar on your hip?“

His whole body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly relaxed and matched your breathing again. You kept playing with his light hair as he told you the story of his body decor, his head still facing the ocean.

„Back then, when I was a little kid, I wasn’t a big fan of my mom‘s cooking. She always used to cook rice, drenched in soy sauce and I couldn’t eat it all the time. It makes sense though since we didn’t have any money. So one day, when I was feeling bratty I guess, I told her.“

He paused for a second, vividly remembering the incident.

„I was like ‚hey mom, I really don’t like your cooking. Can’t we eat something else?‘ and then she snapped. She took the hot pot off the stove and placed it on my hip, burning me badly.“

You felt your eyes tear up immediately.

„But you know, I kind of get it. We had no money and she was stressed and then I provoked her with my nagging. She probably didn’t mean it like that.“

It took you a while to understand his anxiety, you swore to study him like a book in order to love him better. And you did.

But chapters like these broke your heart. Not because he suffered abuse like that, but because he thought it was his fault. Jisung was living with unbearable guilt that was put on him for no reason.

„Ji“, your voice breaking from sadness.

He turned around quickly, eyeing you cautiously.

„Baby, why are you crying?“

He got up and hugged you, embracing you in his strong arms.

„I am so sorry“, you cried softly.

He shook his head. „Don’t be, I shouldn’t have said that, that’s all. I learned my lesson after.“

„Ji“, you broke loose from his hug and held his small face in your hands.

„No one deserves to be treated like that. Especially not as a little kid. You did nothing wrong, baby.“

His sad eyes filled with light, for a short moment at least.

You came to an understanding that your study of Han Jisung had only begun, multiple chapters tinted in trauma were still to come. You placed a soft kiss on his lips, promising to ease his burden as much as you could.

You couldn’t erase his scars but you could help turn them into marks of strength because that’s what he was to you: a brave embodiment of strength.

[m4rs-ex3]

s7 spoilers ✨✨

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ok

"death alive" fucking snipe me the insane death motif that seems to be present here is killing me pun intended

GRAAAHAHAHHGROWLS IM SO EXCITED I CAN TEVEN

"i don't want to be separated again"

"i don't want to be separated again"

stop it right tf now bc this is literally what i have been wanting one of them to say so badly. also smooch. dear christ

the fact that terry wants so badly for him and claudia to be free that he is pleading with fucking archmage aaravos himself. like ik they're partners in crime atp but still my guy has balls. the dedication. poor thing 😭

aaravos fucking leading claudia on with even more hope of viren being saved - his own backstory making the way he's manipulating her grief 10x more twisted - and terry seeing right through his bullshit..... im foaming at the mouth

fuckin.g- FOR ME?!?!?!?!?!?

CALLUM SOBBING OVER EZRAN??? (dreamer's nightmare was prepping us for this huh)

SOREN APOLOGIZING TO CALLUM?? (for what i do not know) EMOTIONAL CALLUM/SOREN HUG DEAR GOD ALL IVE EVER WANTED

the making of a primal stone, more moon magic, a quest for an ingredient, insane biblical imagery... once again, FOR ME??!?!?!?!??!

"AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!!"

NECROMANCY!! just what this show needed omg

astrid my love. i was a little worried post-s6/pre-date announcement that we really wouldn't see that much, if any, of the celestial elves, but oh ho ho i can't believe i ever doubted you tdp. like you're telling me that astrid is tired of watching, of being the wise observers (especially now that her own brother has been so far removed from, well, being a non-all-seeing prophet), and that all she wants is to, for once, do something about all the tragedy she knows is coming and hasn't been able to do anything about? christmas fucking morning i tell you

goddamn the true extent and emphasized tragedy of katolis has been brought up enough that you just know they're not messing around

NO STOP SEEING SARAI AND HARROW NEXT TO GROWN AND CURRENTLY FCUKED UP EZRAN IS GOING TO FUCKING DEMOLISH ME

obviously ez being angry is just wow omg teehee but just. immediately being so vengeful and wanting to "destroy him" with zero hang-ups is.......... yeah wow omg teehee

"it's great!" i genuinely trust that with my life

ok hello this will most certainly be the most incredible visual to ever exist holy shit. also this is making me realize that we've never actual seen ez on the throne in arc 2 and i mean that's insane enough

this is incredible what can i say. i can see it now: rayla shoving worms in his face like "JUST EAT THE FUCKING WORMS ITS GOOD FOR YOU ASSHOLE" and runaan fighting her like a toddler refusing to eat his vegetables (except it's the opposite bc it's a vegetarian father refusing to eat his grubs)

i love how out of touch aaravos is (makes sense after centuries underneath inside of a rock) bc in what world is this normal. i highly doubt they have snow white or the bible but still it's just human nature to be weirded tf out by that. also yes @zuppizup ur so right his affinity for fruit being played on is amazing

also corvus: yeah yeah uh huh right and what exactly is your name, sir? aaravos: ah yes my name! it's uh uhh i mean it's uhhhhhhhhhhh. jofus

TWO IN THE FIRST EPISODE (which worries me but anyhow) IN THE FORM OF A GOODBYE AND A REUNION AND IN FRONT OF EVERYONE TOO???? AS A TREAT??????????

i'm all for ezran ripping runaan to shreds but i can't exactly say i see the correlation here. although that is kinda funny. it's like when i can't find my phone or smth so i just look at my dog and go "whiskey did you eat it" (she's been asleep this whole time and also she has never eaten/chewed on an object in her life)

also help inigo montoya ahh

ok 1) i, much like everyone else, kinda presumed that the tension would mostly be between ezran and callum and he wouldn't really hold anything against rayla, but the act of straight up arresting him really makes me wonder how rayla's gonna react 2) i really need to see callum's reaction (mainly out of defending rayla, but also because i can see him kinda being like "HEY i JUST freed him bro fuck you") and 3) the way that it is emphasized that soren is the one to arrest him..... idk i just figured that between his love for rayla, his own daddy issues (+the fact that viren was the one to imprison him so it would kinda be like righting his wrong), and that harrow was in fact not his father so compared to ezran he'd have a lot less resentment (he was of course still his king and soren had to actually watch it so still some but like. comparatively) i didn't think he'd be this combative but i'm certainly not complaining. the more angst the merrier

AW YEAH BOYS SHES COMING TO KATOLIS!!!!!

this has been your incoherent, feral mars commentary.* thank you

[astermath]

tysm for your request! hope you enjoy <33

♡ aster’s 1K celebration ♡

tags: established relationship, flirting, mentions of sex, richie cameo

The restaurant is calm, for once. Well, calmer than usual. The regular outside viewer would still think the kitchen is a chaotic, stress inducing environment, but not to you. This is home. And tonight, it is peaceful.

Normally, this would make Carmen even more nervous. Is there a lack of customers? Is business going badly? But no, he’s stirring sauce as he usually would, though this time, there is less of a furrow in his brow. Less tension in his jaw. He’s in his element.

A family has rented out the entire restaurant for a birthday, and paid very well for it, no less. You have to do a fraction of your work for double the payoff, so needless to say, no one is complaining. Not even Richie.

It pleases you to see Carmen like this. It resembles how he cooks at home, for you. Less frantic, but just as calculated. He’s enjoying it, and so are you.

You can tell by the little things. He glances over at you more, quirking a smile every now and then. When he passes by with a curt “behind”, his hand lingers a little longer onto your lower back, a little more tender. He doesn’t shout, he doesn’t have to this time, he speaks firmly. He’s even taking less smoke breaks.

You work together in the kitchen, it’s how you met, and that can be… Challenging. Dating your colleague is hard, dating your boss and head chef is even harder. You make it work though.

Your station is a little more secluded from the others. You focus on presentation and garnishing, as you’re the most precise person out of everyone. If not for that, you help out wherever you can. Your distance from the rest of the crew makes it a little easier for Carmen to sneak a kiss every now and then. Normally they’re few and far in between during work. Tonight, you’ve been getting plenty. You’re almost starting to think he’s getting distracted.

You’re garnishing a few plates at once, delicately dressing a sauce over the dishes as you suddenly feel a presence looming over you. A familiar one, at that. Maybe it’s his cologne suddenly overtaking your sense of smell, or the sheer warmth emanating from his body, but you know it’s him.

“You making sure I’m doing my job? Or are you just trying to make me nervous, chef?” He doesn’t have to see your face to know you’re smiling, he can hear the playfulness in your voice.

He leans in a little more, chest pressed against your back, his head peeking over your shoulder. “Just like to watch. You’ve got a special technique.” He kisses your cheek. “And pretty hands.”

You can’t help but giggle like a shy schoolgirl at that. It’s not that he doesn’t compliment you, he’s just rarely that outright with it.

“Something gotten into you?” You turn your head slightly, his moving along so he can look at you.

“S’just never this calm in here. It’s like we’re in our own kitchen.” His voice is low, not being able to me masked under orders being yelled and pans clattering this time.

“Well, that’s not true. There’s usually jazz being played, you have to get my cat away from the stove every 10 minutes, and…” You look behind you to make sure no one is listening. “I’m pretty sure having sex on these counters counts as a hygiene violation.”

His eyebrows raise and he scoffs out a laugh. “I wouldn’t even wanna fuck on these counters. Who knows what they’ve been through.” He pauses, looking at you with a quirked eyebrow. “Would you?”

You think it over for a second. You‘ve fucked in his office, but that’s different. More secluded. Though the walls are still pretty thin.

“Maybe. Not right now.” You chuckle, and he can’t help but join you. Though the thought does excite him.

“Oh so you two can be smooching in the corner but when I take an extra smoke break I’m slacking off?” Richie’s voice pulls you both out of it, heads snapping over to where he’s standing, all sassy, with his hands on his hips.

“Was just checking if she needed help, don‘t get your panties in a twist.” Carmen presses a final kiss to your cheek, before peeling himself away from you and getting back to his station.

“I don’t have my— fuck off, cousin.” Richie stomps away, probably to take that extra smoke break he was bitching about.

Your eyes meet Carmy’s across the kitchen, a playful smile resting on both of your lips.

“Later?” he mouths to you, silently this time.

“After closing.” You whisper.

“Deal.” He grins, and you both get back to work. Though it’s a little harder to concentrate now.

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[sunshineandspencer]

Most ardently (Part 10)

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

A/N: You’ll never hear me admit it, but there's a chance I got distracted by Stardew Valley and forgot that anything else existed, my apologies <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: Spencer fully exhausts himself waiting for her to wake up in the form of reading Pride and Prejudice to an unconscious person.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, Pride and Prejudice mentioned 6 times in this post (I apologise)

Parts: Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6, Pt7, Pt8, Pt9, End

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Waking up to the constant, familiar sound of Pride and Prejudice, heavily underscored by the throbbing in her gut, was not something she ever knew how badly she needed. Especially when the person reading to her is Spencer Reid.

Granted the lingering pain left her unable to open her eyes just yet, leaving her willingly bathing in the rasp of his voice.

He’s been reading her Pride and Prejudice while she is- was unconscious purely because he knows it's her favourite. The absolute and utter sap, she wants to smooch over his face.

It’s clear, however, that he’s been reading for hours, both from where he’s reading in the book and by the scratch to his voice. She knows he got injured too, remembered his blood coming off on her hands and trying to tell him to go get checked - as if she wasn’t bleeding out. But if this idiot is putting her health above his own, she will stab him.

A joke he likely wouldn’t see the funny side of for at least three years.

Shifting slightly to try and alleviate the pressure somehow on her gut, she realises that the weight in her hand isn’t the medication but his hand. Pressing into her own desperately, their fingers laced together.

Every now and then he would squeeze her hand, as if making sure she’s still there. Making sure she’s still stable.

She.. can still feel his wedding ring on his hand, and whenever he squeezes their fingers, she can feel her own still on. Occasionally feeling his fingers graze over the rings before settling again.

Forcing her groggy mind to clear, focusing on him and what part he’s currently reading. 

Truly, it could’ve been moments since she first woke up, or it might’ve been a few hours, she’s honestly not sure. But it was a testament to how exhausted he is, not even realising that she moved, just continuing with the story.

“-- I feel as if I had never done you justice, or loved you as you deserve..”

His voice broke on that, and he took in as deep a breath as he could manage without crying again.

The line was talking of a sisterly love, but it clearly got to him more than the original meaning. Hand gripping hers tight enough to bruise, finally getting her to pry her eyes open, not wanting him to cry for her when she’s awake and fine.

But her voice got caught in her throat as she finally saw him.

The room is dark, lit only by the lamp’s warm glow from the bedside table, giving her the darkness she had begged for before she passed out. Very grateful as it does feel like her head is about to start pounding.

Watching him closely for a few minutes, knowing he was really out of it if he didn’t feel her eyes on him. He forced his tears down and kept reading.

He looked like he hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep for however long she’s been out, which is easily likely knowing him. Eyes raw from where he’d clearly been crying before, and bloodshot from reading at such a low light. There had been glasses perched on his nose, and they’d left indents, but now they were sat on the bedside table.

With a soft sigh, she decided to finally reach out to press her free hand to the top of the book, ignoring the twinge in her gut. Pushing it down so that he’d finally look at her, meeting his wide eyes with a grimace.

“You look like shit. When was the last time you--”

The book got tossed at the bedside table, and hit the edge, falling to the floor. Leaving him free to rush to his feet and take her face urgently between his hands. Tired eyes restlessly searching her face.

Registering her words and giving out a reluctant huff of laughter.

“You’re one to talk, you’ve been asleep for three days.”

Blinking softly, she moved to hold onto his forearms, holding them both steady as she looked up at him.

“You haven’t been reading the whole time, have you? How many times can you even--”

“Ten.. and a bit.”

“You.. read me Pride and Prejudice ten times?”

Gulping thickly, his thumb smoothed over her face, as if to assure himself that she’s awake and actually talking to him. Nearly sighing in relief again when she leant into his touch and gazed up at him, clearly still waiting for an answer.

“It’s your favourite.”

As if that was all the reason he needed to sit there and read her the same book over and over again.

No one else, ever, would’ve sat by her side - while she’s completely unconscious and they’re not even sure if she can hear them - to read Pride and Prejudice ten and a bit times purely because it’s her favourite book. Seventy-two hours of reading the same thing to her.

This man is going to be the death of her.. she might cry.

Pursing her lips to stop them from trembling at the sudden onslaught of feeling for this man, but as she hid her face in his palm, he assumed it was because she started hurting again.

Panic flaring hard in his chest as he gently urged her to face him again.

“Maeve? How you feeling sweetheart? Should I call the doctor? Maybe the nurse- just to check you out.”

He kept talking but once his first name passed her lips, everything else was obsolete, everything around her dampened into nothingness besides savouring the way her name sounded on his lips. When he went to push the button for the nurse, however, her hand shot out to grab his, holding tight. Even as he started panicking about calling a nurse, she just cut him off gently.

“Spence.. you called me Maeve again. I thought I’d imagined it before.”

Not realising that he froze, coming to terms with the fact that she remembers everything from before she passed out. The names he called her, and.. The way he begged for her not to leave him.

She just kept teasing him gently, not catching on to his reaction and having missed it over the last three days she was asleep, listening to his voice.

“This mean you’re finally going to admit you don’t hate me? Pretty please?”

Spencer never got a chance to tell Maeve, other Maeve - God knows when she became the other Maeve in his life - and had only really just come to terms with the knowledge that he probably never did love her. She was sweet on him, and he was her only source of human interaction that wasn’t her stalker, it was proximity that made them fall for each other - like having a crush on someone you only ever see on the bus everyday.

What they’d had could’ve become love, eventually, but he never got to that point with her. The guilt in knowing that had passed, because his entire focus fell to Maeve. His Maeve.

The woman he’d sworn to hate because of her name, and he’d fallen for her anyway. Like a school-kid with a crush on a popular girl. Except they aren’t in school, they’re grown as adults, and he nearly lost her out in the real world without her ever knowing how he felt.

She’s here, alive and warm between his palms, her pupils dilated as she gazed at him.

“Maeve, I like you.”

She gave a soft laugh, and he immediately realised that she didn’t get it in the way he meant. Having, accidentally, confessed like a school-kid - damn his useless brain putting him on the wrong train of thought.

“Congrats, didn’t know I’d have to be stabbed--”

“Angel, don’t joke about it.”

Maybe it was the stern voice, or the way he’d called her angel again, but she immediately shut up. His jaw was tense and she softened, quietly whispering an apology as he forced himself to calm down. Wanting, desperately, to slide his hands down to her gut, to trace the stitches like he had hundreds of times in the past three days - making sure she’s all still together.

Wanting to firmly scold her for joking about it, knowing that he hates it, but holding off because he knows that’s her way of acknowledging the entire incident. Besides, he can’t get distracted now.

Sighing and taking her face back between her hands.

“No, Maeve, I like you. Fuck’s sake sweetheart, I’m in love with you. I want to take you on dates and call you my girlfriend.” His thumb gently brushed her bottom lip and their breathing fell out of sync for the first time since she woke up. “And.. I really want to kiss you right now, but you’re recovering so I won’t.”

He hadn’t caught the awestruck look on his face, too focused on the way his thumb brushed her lip, only looking up when her face changed and he caught it scrunching up unhappily. For a few painfully sparse moments, he could only watch as she thought of what to say.

Grounded from the pounding in his ears by her hands moving to cover his, gripping them tightly against her face.

“But that’s- that's not fair-” And there goes his heart, crumbling to- “I’m completely fine, kiss me anyway.”

It was as if he could feel his heart being gently put back together by her insistence. Trying to pull him closer, which obviously didn’t work. He only laughed, full of utter adoration and painful relief, leaning down to kiss her forehead instead.

“No. I’ll kiss you when you’re out, as an incentive to feel better. And to actually take care of yourself.”

Gaping up at him, she then playfully reached out to swat at his arm. Grumbling ‘unhappily’ under her breath.

“Stupid, responsible boyfriend.” His face lit up at that, and she couldn’t stop her own joy licking at her face. Making her grin even though she definitely didn’t want to, and she couldn’t stop even as she tried. “Yeah, yeah. I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”

“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing.”

Utterly aghast that she would say that as if it isn’t the best thing he’d ever heard, only giving in when she laughed softly between his hands. Leaning in to press their foreheads together, noses brushing.

He’s just close enough that, if she wanted to, she could surge up to kiss him. But that would hurt and probably rip her stitches.. and would definitely be worth it. As if he could read her thoughts - profiler boyfriend definitely could - he kissed her nose and backed off. No way in hell is he going to let her risk her recovery just for a snog.

“I’m going to get the nurse, don’t move.”

Leaving Maeve with this dopey little smile on her face, and if she were able to lie on her front, she would be swinging her legs like a ditzy little thing. Suddenly remembering something and calling out urgently.

“Spence!” He whipped around, still nervous that something would go wrong at any minute, but she’s just smiling at him. “I love you too.”

With a soft laugh, he tugs the blinds down a little more to ease the aching in her head, fucker knows her so well.

“I love you more angel. I’ll be right back, and I’ll grab you some jello.”

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