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[maenecoon]

Role Reversal KP lives rent-free in my mind. Chay is like a cute idol (with a stage name) and Kim is a big fan who also happens to be a feral street fighter and thug for money. He has a body pillow and posters and whatnot. He glares into nothing at the public bus while listening to Chay's bubbly playlist on loop.

One day, Kinn mentions he suggested Kim as a plainclothes bodyguard for his mafia sugar daddy, sorry, for his mafia boyfriend's little brother's event at a local bar, and they pay well and it's one-off so Kim accepts it without thinking much about it.

When Porsche takes Kim to introduce him to his charge, the last thing Kim has been expecting to see is his favorite singer sitting in his dressing room, very much underdressed in a tiny satin robe and nothing else.

if you were the anon who's sent me role reversal kimchay stuff before, welcome back! <33 i love your ideas!

first of all kim with a BODY PILLOW is so fking hilarious, i can totally imagine that to be his fanboy thing (in lieu of a photo wall LOL). also the idea that he's such a grump listening to chay's bubblegum pop songs is so fking adorable, im loving the duality of that.

kinn having a mafia sugar daddy (porsche) was not on my bingo card but that would be so interesting! i think kinnporsche with this reversed dynamic would also be cool to see ngl, like how would they have met, why, etc. perhaps kinn works as porsche's bodyguard instead🤔🤔

chay underdressed in a robe tho..,, kim would be salivating. kudos to him for keeping his shit together. i think it helps that chay isn't the demure thing he portrays himself to be, but someone with a bit more bite. makes it easier to pull himself out of his fanboy delusions and focus on his job. (i say that, but if kim wants to fuck the attitude out of chay anyways,, then,,, then that's on kim!)

[ginkgo-phyta]

At elementary school I bent down next to an open window, when I stood up I hit my scalp with the "corner" (I don't know the exact word, English is not my first language), hurting myself (even though I didn't tell anyone because I was embarrassed about it). Since then, I pay more attention to edges, always covering them with my hand. So it got me thinking, Spencer Reid x Reader where Reader, during dinner with the team, drops something and crouches down to catch it, when they move their hand to cover the edge of the table (in order not to injure themselves) it touches Spencer's hand (I'm being delusional about that video of a man doing it for his gf while I do it for myself, because I'm lonel an independent woman). Thank you for reading this <33

A/N: ahh i’m so sorry that happened when you were younger! i love this prompt tho, reminds me of all those moments in kdramas ehehe i too would want spencer reid to do this for me *swoons* i hope you enjoy, my love!

Summary: Spencer notices you covering corners of sharp surfaces to stop yourself from getting hurt. One evening, he decides to do it for you.

fluff, gender neutral reader, no warnings(?), 1.8k words

It was normal for Spencer to pick up on others’ behaviors, completely in-line for him to observe his coworkers and mentally note their different habits or time how long it ordinarily takes them to complete a task. Usually, he finished his desk work quicker than his counterparts, granting him plenty of time in between to people-watch. For some reason, however, he observed you the most. At this point it had been five months, one week, three days, fourteen hours and thirty-six minutes since you were introduced to the team, since you were officially a part of the BAU family, and Spencer was acutely aware of your movements for every one of those seconds. 

I’m just being cautious, he’d try to reason with himself whenever he’d catch himself staring a little bit too intently at you, watching your every moment a bit too closely. The other profilers around him, however, knew the true reason. Unbeknownst to Spencer, hushed whispers, knowing looks, quirks of eyebrows, twitches of smiles all passed around him every time he’d observe you. You were none the wiser, simply too engrossed in whatever task lay at hand to be privy to any peering gazes.

There were a few of your quirks that struck Spencer the most: the way you lightly tapped your fingertips against the computer keyboard as you brainstormed what to type next; how you made sure to thoroughly wipe your shoes on entrance mats before stepping into any space- even deceased victims’ homes; your habit of humming random, seemingly made-up tunes as you ate your lunch; and lastly, yet most strikingly, the way you would diligently cover sharp corners with your hands, obviously incredibly wary of them. The way you maneuvered around certain tasks confused Spencer, at first, but he found out the cause of your behavior purely by luck. 

The first time he picked it up was watching you make coffee at the BAU kitchenette three weeks, two days, six hours, and fifty-five minutes into starting the job. Unlike Spencer- who would swing the cabinet open without a care in the world if it hit him in the head, too concerned about simply getting his caffeine fix- you would gingerly open the door at a forearm's distance. He noticed the way you’d wrap your palm over the bottom corner of the cabinet door, holding it that way while putting your coffee together with the other hand. The second time he noticed was five days, ten hours, and seventeen minutes after the first, when the two of you were looking over a crime scene nestled in the unsuspecting suburbs of Los Angeles. You and Spencer were combing over the murder site in the master-bedroom when something caught your eye. You had slowly approached the source of glinting on the baseboard below a window where the unsub was thought to have entered the home. Even though your eyes never left the mysterious material, your gloved hand came up to cushion the corner of the wooden blinds that had been left swung open as you crouched below them. 

Spencer had given this habit of yours much thought over the next week, three days, four hours, and forty-nine minutes until Derek had revealed the wizard behind the curtain. 

“What happened here, sugar?” the broad-shouldered profiler asked you from where he leaned against your desk, hand coming up to quickly and lightly tap your temple.

“Oh, this?” you breathe out, your own fingers replacing where the man’s had just grazed, pressing into the barely-noticeable scar. You chuckled at the memory, “When I was a kid, my head hit the corner of a window’s molding pretty hard…” your voice trails off a bit, zoning out as you massage the miniscule indent.

Derek audibly winces at the mental image, “Must’ve hurt like a bitch, huh?”

You nod in response, “I never told anyone, though. Now you know my deepest, darkest secret.” You shot him a playful grin before turning back to the case file on your desk where Morgan was helping you with a consult. 

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Spencer had overheard the whole thing. It all made sense now, the event clearly occurred at an impressionable age, leaving traces of trauma spurring your muscle memory. The young doctor made sure to file that information away in the recesses of his mind. He took a few minutes to think about it first, along with the other habits of yours he’d picked up on. Spencer’s mind began to wander, dreaming of the different possible backstories for each quirk. He wondered what other traits you might exhibit that he had yet to have seen. Was there anything you stopped yourself from doing, anything you were made to feel embarrassed about? He knew how cruel people could be. The prospect of someone humiliating you had him fisting his hands against his thighs, jaw clenching ever-so-slightly. That would be ridiculous, absurd even! All of your whimseys were just that; intriguing, charming, and…endearing. Wait, wait, no! Spencer shook the thought out of his head- that’s not what he meant! He turned back to his own work, deep in thought: Or…was it?

One month, one week, five hours, and twelve minutes after Spencer clued in on the lore behind your little habit, everyone was gathered at Rossi’s house for a team dinner. The eldest agent wanted to properly welcome you into the team, even though it had been quite some time since you started. Five months, one week, three days, fourteen hours and thirty-eight minutes. Everyone sat around David’s long, rectangular dinner table where he stood at the head, wine glass raised. He spoke your name, loud and welcoming. 

“Chiedo scusa, I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to have you here. But, I want to quickly say how grateful we are to have you part of this team. People have come, people have gone, but you will always be part of the BAU family.” With a flourish, he urged everyone else to raise their glasses, “Salute!” 

“Salute!”

“Here, here!”

“Cheers!”

“We love you!”

The mix of happy voices and delicately dinging glasses praising you warmed your cheeks in delight. The job was tough, but having people like these to work beside made everything easier. The flush painted over your ears and tickled the back of your neck when you glimpsed over to Spencer who gazed back at you with fond and tender eyes. 

“Cheers,” he whispered, leaning in just a bit to clink his glass with yours, “We’re lucky to have you here.” 

All you could do was shake your head as you chuckled, sheepishly taking in the way Spencer’s soft oak eyes peered at you over the edge of his water glass. You went to pick your fork up from the table mat, but your hands felt weak and palmy from being so close to the fluffy haired genius, causing the utensil to fumble out of your fingers. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, you were forming a not-so-subtle crush on him. 

“Damn,” you whispered to yourself, craning your neck to see where the fork hard landed on the elegantly patterned rug. Quite a bit away from you under the table, unreachable by stretching foot. With a light groan you pushed out of your chair, settled on the idea of crawling under the table to get the fugitive cutlery. Out of reflex, your hand flew up to hold onto the edge of the dinner table to prevent any possibility of bumping your head against it. Instead of feeling smooth, rigid, temperate wood under your palm, you felt something soft and warm. Immediately, your hand flinched away and you looked up from the floor to see Spencer hands, large and steady, cupping the profile of the table. 

“Oh, sor-” 

Before you could even finish apologizing, his raspy timbre sang out, “Don’t worry, I got it.” 

Your heart swelled with an unplaceable emotion. The flush from earlier returned with greater heat, spreading over every square inch of your body. It took you a moment of just staring at him in shock before his voice pulled you out of your daze. 

“You can go, it’s okay,” his laugh was shy this time, eyes running from your gaze to focus on the conversation your tablemates were having. 

You snapped out of your bewilderment, crouching down and fetching your fork before emerging back into your seat. Spencer kept his hand in the same position the whole time, picking at his own food and laughing with the others who didn’t seem to notice what you were up to. 

“Thank you,” you said, all settled into your chair. Your words returned Spencer’s attention to you, a kind smile growing on his face. 

“It’s no problem,” his hand lingered for a split-second longer than necessary before sliding into his lap. It had been a reflexive action, his subconscious fearing you would hurt yourself, but as the seconds passed he started doubting himself. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. I know it’s happened before.” The unexpected confession caused Spencer to look away from you, fearing he’d made you uncomfortable. With a light cough, he brought his napkin up to his face to feign wiping his mouth when in actuality he was attempting to hide the blush creeping across his cheeks.

“How’d you know?” You were surprised, but Spencer was relieved to hear no hint of distaste in your voice.

“I, um…” Another small cough pierced his train of thought, “I heard you telling Morgan a while back.” His chip dipped down a bit as he gulped down his worries.

“Wha-” Surprised, yet again, you couldn’t find the right words, your eyes searching for them in the intricate motif etched around the china plate staring up at you. “But that was so long ago…” your hands lay unmoving on the table, fingers picking at the corners of the place mat.

“One month, one week, five hours, and twenty minutes ago.” Spencer mumbled, gently yet matter-of-factly, picking at the pasta slumped before him.

Your eyes whipped up to look at him, mouth slightly agape in surprise. Moments pass by as you take him in, absolutely floored at his memory. You’d seen him quote passing time before, that wasn’t shocking at this point, but the fact that he retained something so trivial about you left you dumbfounded. He sat there, chewing on the smallest pieces of pasta you’d ever see a person put in their mouth, acting as if his actions were embarrassing instead of…heart-warming.

“And you remembered?” Your voice was quiet, unbelieving and cheerful. It beckoned Spencer to you like minnow reels in trout. 

He peeled his eyes up from his meal to look at you; your face, benevolent and compassionate; your smile, small yet loving; your eyebrows pulled up by a slivered string of affection. The hand resting unsurely in his lap moves up to gently grasp his water class, his pinky grazing against yours. He left it there, your own inching over indiscernibly to gain just a fraction of a bit more comfort. 

Spencer smiled at you, balmy and adoring, his words widening the grin on your face.

“Of course I did.” 

A/N: okay okay OKAYYY ANONN how was this?? ugh i loved this prompt sm i wish i had spencer reid to look out for me…even tho i, too, am a lonely i mean independent woman

does this count as a belated valentine's day fic? teehee

[rotisseries]

ALRIGHT SO THIS MIGHT BE LONG. BUT I COME BEARING FIC RECS!!!

first off. since you said you were in an sskk mood. i'm going to recommend you my own fic 🫶 it's called the memory of your name and is an amnesia fic, which i've admittedly never read before. it's based on this prompt, which i just really liked :))

i also have to be seen in the light (but wander in the dark) by confusedwritingrat, which is basically just uh. a lot of akutagawa angst tbh. tw include torture and a LOT A LOT of injuries, it's a 5+1 of people not noticing when akutagawa was injured

How To Wreck A Schedule In One Easy Step by valleykey is transfem kunikida. that's it that's the fic (but holy FUCK is it a good fic, cannot recommend it enough)

Misunderstandings are extremely embarrassing by EMILEHCM is just. they're idiots. sskk but also dazai. all idiots.

Bad At Love by silent_knives_wielder is so so so good, it's skk soulmates and it's short but Silly :33

EHEHE okay so Striped and Destruction, Resolution by AliceInHyruleBastion are both sskk soulmates, the first is from atsushi's pov (and was written first) and the second is an akutagawa version, they're both AMAZING. liike geuinely so good that i binged every singe one of the author's fics afterwards like holy FUCK, they've got some more sskk but also a bunch of skk so definitely recommend their entire ao3 account bc i've got half of their fics bookmarked

dismal disquiet by Kala (assushi) is hanahaki and uh. it's short and it's painful. you should read it and then sob.

something to get used to by shipeo is so fuckign good, it's a character study on akutagawa and his partnership with atsushi set during the cannabalism arc, which is my favourite part and it makes me INSANE

now. now the series Soukoku Fics by NeonGanymede/StarshipDancer is a collection of all the author's skk fics. and when i tell you that i binged all 300k+ words of it over a weekend. it's INSANELY good, it's 90% domestic fluff with hurt/comfort and some angst, but the characterization and the dynamics are absolutely fucking AMAZING. there's also about 7 explicit fics, all in a row, but otherwise there's no smut and those fics are very easy to skip if it's not your thing. i sincerely recommend this series because the author Gets Them. if not all of them, there's an odango wedding one and the most recent one i'd recommend above all.

okay now i KNOW that you love cannabalism and blood and gore so here's a funky little vampire fic for you! i called your name 'til the fever broke by forest_raccoon is SO SILLY SO GOOD I'VE READ IT MULTIPLE TIMES IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD OKAY

idk if you like fyolai but Sins of Flesh by BoredsoIRead absolutely fucking blew my mind. they're so fucked up but so perfect for each other and so so fascinating. i LOVED this one.

It's Rotten Work by Egosdelirium is an skk fic, written during the wait between episodes after the one where dazai got shot.

also @/creantzy's bernadette fyolai animatic is a must-watch it literally changed my brain chemistry

so yeah!! hope you enjoy the fic recs :3

THANK YOUUUU I CAN'T WAIT TO READ THESE🫶🫶🫶

[inkykeiji]

I am in love with how much you write for Dabi and Touya but would you ever write something with just Tomura? not so much similar to Touya-nii series because thats like my favorite haha but maybe something with just Tenko? I know you have bmb but I feel like he'd also be a good character to write other stuff or a series for! and i just love your work so much!

yes!! absolutely!!!!!! it’s funny you bring this up actually, because i was literally just talking to my boyfriend about how i really want to write a sole series for tomura/tenko, especially since i have a sole (huge) piece for keigo that i’ve been slowly working on; i just don’t have any ideas yet!!! i’m hoping season five will inspire me tho!!

i think he’s SUCH an incredible character and so so so interesting so i’d truly love to write something that really just focuses on HIM, but i don’t exactly have a plot or story in mind yet!! hopefully soon tho!! there’s a lot of aspects of tomura that i haven’t gotten to explore in my work yet, so!!!!! in short: yes, definitely <3

also also are u referring to the touya-nii series as a whole or puppy virgin tomura who exists in the touya-nii universe??? because i have been DYING to write something for him too (in addition to a sole tomura story! i just miss that iteration of him so much)

[pearlneow]

Ok since reqs are open, how about Aether and somnophilia? He comes home one day (night in this case) exhausted from all those commissions he did. Now he wants nothing more than to snuggle in your arms.

Once he reaches the room though, it appears you're fast asleep! Aether can't help but stare at you from the doorway. The rise and fall of your chest is so peaceful and.......wait. Is he hard?! Just from watching you sleep?! He's such a pervert!

His face burns in embarrassment but his eyes suddenly fall between your legs. The nightgown you were wearing rode up your thighs, giving him a peek at the pink panties you were wearing. Aether is snapped out of his 'trance' when his cock throbs painfully. He ponders to himself. Should he get off by himself or could he perhaps use you? You wouldn't mind, right? Surely you'd let him indulge himself a bit and if he was careful, he wouldn't have to wake you either.....

Btw my @ is @galaxynebula-12

୨୧ ꒰ aether + somnophilia ! ♡ ꒱

written by a minor!! please dni if that makes you uncomfy!!

summary : EXTENSION OF WHAT MEENA WROTE EHEHE <333

word count : 0.6k

content / warnings : dom!aether + sub!f!reader?, somnophilia, he cums inside but no breeding mention really, dubcon? (aether admits to it the next day & reader doesn't care)

note : i've never written somnophilia before but it was fun to try!! i hope this is alright, was v helpful to have a prompt to go off of so thank you! alsoo it's nice to have a new moot & i hope ur having a lovely day <33

the silence of you and aether's shared house was broken by the sound of the front door clicking open. aether trudged in and to his room where he got changed into more comfortable clothes, exhausted from the long day of commission after commission.

finally relaxed and ready to fall asleep with you in his arms, he came into the bedroom where you were sleeping and his breath hitched instantaneously.

there you were, on the bed in your pink lacey nightgown, fast asleep. without thinking, aether's eyes trailed from your resting face to your nipples peaking through the thin fabric to your clothed cunt, exposed by your nightgown which had ridden up.

he felt his throat get dry and reluctantly tore his eyes away to regain his composure. unfortunately, however much he tried, aether couldn't ignore his cock throbbing and straining against the fabric of his pants.

surely you wouldn't mind.. after all, he was your boyfriend, and he had needs too! the poor thing had been out all day working without a break, and now he finally had the perfect chance to relieve himself of the stress it had brought.

his breathing got more ragged as he approached the end of the bed where your legs lay. with shaking hands, he hooked his fingers around your pretty pink panties and slowly dragged them down off your feet.

you frowned momentarily and shifted and the cool air hit your now bare cunt. aether went dead still until you stopped, resuming your peaceful expression. he released the breath he’d been holding in and moved on to the bed and over you, gently spreading your legs as he aligned his cock with your hole.

precum with already dribbling down his length as he pushed in, groaning softly as his neediness was finally being relieved. he paused as you tensed and let out a quiet mumble in your sleep. was that his name he heard..?

aether had intended to be careful, he really had, but with your wet, warm walls around his pained cock he couldn’t help but throw all caution to the wind and keep moving in even as you squirmed and moaned.

soon he was moving much quicker, whining out incoherent pleas to your sleeping figure as he approached his orgasm. when it finally crashed onto him, aether had to clasp his hand over his mouth to stop himself from making a noise too loud.

after taking a few seconds, he pulled out and pushed himself off the bed to admire what he’d done and replace the panties he’d taken before practically collapsing next to you in exhaustion.

->

the next morning, you woke up in a daze. thinking nothing of it at first, you went to change, and to your surprise found your panties soaked - you’ve had wet dreams before, but never anything this extreme.

by breakfast you’d pretty much pieced together the events of last night. aether was fidgety, hadn’t spoken a word to you, and wouldn’t make eye contact.

it was in the middle of your meal when the guilt finally got to the poor boy.

”ah.. i need to tell you something..” he mumbled, pushing his food with his fork. you took a bite and nodded, prompting him to continue.

“well, last night i got home rather late. and, erm- while you were sleeping i might’ve..” he trailed off, flustered. swallowing and letting out a laugh, you gave him a pat on the hand.

“it’s okay, aether. i figured.”

his eyes went wide and his face flushed. ”y- you did?” you nodded. “it’s okay, though- i don’t mind.”

aether let out a sigh of relief.

“..i only ask that you do it hard enough to wake me up next time.”

[landoncrris]

hi love you can you write where mason and you have a three years son and he’s a mummy boy but also a dadda’s boy because he loves football just like his dad (he also looks like mase). one time after spending a week apart, mason just came home and having quality time with you, watching movie together, showering you with kisses and your son is jealous of his dadda kissing his mummy because he said you are his mummy only.. and he’s upset at mason until mason stop kissing you and playing with him instead ehehe if this makes any sense to you <33

this was my first time writing a dad!mason fic so i hope i didn’t fuck it up,, but thank you so much for requesting this anon i loved writing this!! <3

kisses - dad!mason

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

warnings: english is not my first language

word count: 1.7k

You waited patiently for Mason and your son Milo to come home, setting the table and putting the finishing touches on the dinner you had cooked. Mason had been away on an international break for the past week and to say your son missed him would be an understatement. He always had to call him on your phone, tell him everything you had done during the day and always show him the new things he had learned at preschool.

So the first thing Mason wanted to do when he got back to London was to pick up his son from preschool and spend the rest of the day with him — also because he hoped that he would go to sleep early and Mason could have a relaxing evening with you as well as a great day with his son. He let Milo decide what he wanted to do, who of course wanted his dad to play football with him because he couldn’t do that with you. So that’s how they spent the last few hours until, over the sizzle of the pan, you quietly heard the turn of the key in the front door, which immediately prompted you to turn down the heat and go into the foyer to greet your boys.

“Mummy!” Milo gasped excitedly when he saw you, making you crouch down as he ran into your arms. “Hi baby, how was your day?” you asked him as you took his cap off his head and ran your fingers through the short, messy strands of his hair.

“Daddy taught me something new,” he replied with the usual joy in his voice as you undid his laces and unzipped his jacket, “want to see?”

“You can show me later, Milo, take off your jacket and shoes so we can eat first, yeah?” you explained, to which he nodded with a little ‘uh-huh’. You presed a kiss to his forehead before standing up, your eyes wandering for the first time to Mason, who was in the process of hanging up his jacket.

“Hello, love,” he murmured with a bright smile on his face as he saw you approaching out of the corner of his eye, “thought you’d forgotten about me.”

“Nah, your perfume is too strong not to notice you’re there,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips. It was a tender kiss and you could feel him smiling against you, “I really missed you, Mase.”

“Missed you more, babe.” he whispered before pulling you closer by your waist. No matter how long you’ve been together, you’ll never get used to him leaving for at least a week every few months, as the house didn’t feel complete when he wasn’t there. But the kiss was quickly interrupted by Milo calling for his father, which made Mason pull away from you and turn his head to his son, who had already taken off his jacket.

“Can you help me, please?” your son asked, showing he wasn’t strong enough to take off his shoes. Mason then turned back to you and planted one last quick kiss on your cheek, your arms falling to your side so he could leave, “Sure, buddy.”

“There you go, now you can tell Mommy all about your day while she cooks,” Mason said as he had taken off his shoes and set them aside, his eyes following your form as you walked back into the kitchen. He ran his hand through his son’s hair, a habit you both had, because his hair was just as soft and beautiful as Mason’s, but at the same time he hated it just as much as his father did when someone messed up his hair like that,

“But don’t tell her we just ate ice cream, will you?” His words made the little boy nod and a laugh escaped his lips, knowing that you hated it when he ate sweets before dinner, but Mason let him anyway, as a kind of present for being back home.

While you set the rest of the table and put the food on the plates with Mason’s help, he babbled on about his day. How they played football and how he proudly told how he managed to score a goal against his dad, how they visited Uncle Dec for a while — because Mason had to pick up something that had somehow ended up in Dec’s bag. But he listened to Mason and left out the part about how they stopped at an ice cream parlour on the way home.

After dinner, Milo was the exact opposite of tired. He still found topics to talk about, but also something to occupy Mason, that kept him from spending time with you. After a while, however, Mason found something to keep him busy with, as your son loved doing puzzles. Mason brought him a puzzle he had bought when he was away, which he was now solving while sitting on the carpet next to the couch, paying little attention to anything else around him.

The concentrated look on his face with his mouth agape reminded you so much of Mason, the only thing missing was the tongue that darted out from time to time, but they still had so many similarities it warmed your heart. “You pick the movie for tonight, love.” Mason said as he came back from the kitchen where he had just made himself a drink and settled down next to you on the couch, pulling you close to him with your head on his chest.

“Mmm… What about Madagascar?”

“Seriously?” he asked with a snort, his breath brushing against your hair, and he reached for the remote next to him to turn on the TV.

“Yeah, that was my favourite movie when I was a child,” you pouted, seeing the judgemental look on his face as he smiled down at you, “Besides, it’s kid-friendly, it’s not like your son doesn’s catch what’s happening on the screen.” you added, but he remained silent, continuing to look at you with a growing smile that made your cheeks flush.

“What?” you laughed shyly, to which Mason shook his head and pressed his lips together as his gaze wandered over your face, “I just really love you, you know.” he whispered and his gaze briefly wandered over to Milo, who was still busy with his puzzle, before he approached your face, making you feel his warm breath on your lips.

“Guess I love you too.” you mumbled before pressing your lips to his, hands gripping his shoulders while his held your neck to pull you closer. It wasn’t long, however, before he pulled away from you and began to spread wet kisses over your face instead, causing you to giggle adorably, which caught your son’s attention.

“Daddy,” Milo called out, at which Mason turned his head towards him, his puzzle already finished as he got up from the floor and walked over to Mason, tugging on his hand to pull him with him, “I’m tired.” he just mumbled as he rubbed his eyes overdramatically, indicating to Mason that he wanted him to help him get ready for bed. You rolled off Mason with a grumble, whereupon he squeezed your waist affectionately before standing up.

“Come on then,” he playfully tossed his son in the air, making him laugh so hard his eyes crinkled, and carried him up the stairs as he nuzzled his head into Mason’s neck, “do you want to put on your spiderman pyjamas tonight?”, you heard Mason asking quietly before the door to the bathroom was closed.

So Mason helped him brush his teeth and put on the said Spiderman pyjamas, which had a Spiderman face on the top and lots of webs on the bottom, making Mason’s heart burst every time he wore it because he himself loved Spiderman so much. “Do you want to go to sleep now?” asked Mason, to which Milo shook his head sulkily as he didn't want to leave his daddy after him being away for a whole week.

“Well come on then, let’s go back downstairs.” Mason signalled with his hands for him to come into his arms, from where he sat on the changing table — although he didn’t need it any more, you still hadn’t put it away, as it fitted the look of the room perfectly. But Milo just shook his head again and crossed his arms in front of his chest, which made Mason frown.

“Only if you stop kissing Mummy.” Milo pouted and gave Mason his best angry look, which almost made him laugh at the sight of it, “And why’s that?” he asked, squeezing his cheek between his fingers to try and cheer him up, but it didn’t.

“Because she’s my mummy.”

“And she’s my girlfriend.” countered Mason, but the little boy in front of him just shrugged, “You still can’t kiss her.”

“Would you rather I kiss you instead?” asked Mason, his hand wandering to his son’s belly, starting to tickle him lightly, at which he tried to stifle his laughter and shook his head again. “No?” but Mason didn’t give him time to answer, instead he attacked his face with kisses and tickled him even harder, whereupon he giggled and shrieked loudly, filling the whole house with the delightful sounds.

“Now I want a kiss too.” said Mason as he stopped when the shrieks became too loud. At his words, Milo leaned over and pressed a kiss to Mason’s cheek, whereupon a bright smile crept across his face. “I want another kiss too.” Milo said, whereupon with a loud ‘mwah’ Mason also gave him one last kiss on the cheek.

“Now come here and we can all cuddle together. Does that sound good?” asked Mason, taking him into his arms again as he nodded. “Promise?” he held out his pinky, a thing he’d picked up from you because you did it every chance you got. Whereupon Mason’s finger wrapped around his son’s tiny one,

“Promise.”

[xkotaro16w]

Can I ask for SFW 17, 32 and 33?

—𝟻00+ 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝—

Prompt: 17. Nickname, 32. Proposing, 33. Wedding.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.

CW: Fluff, priest (mentioned), grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: OHH THAT’S VERY CUTE OMG SKEJGBSGJBESJGB  ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ I SEE U R IN2 FLUFFY THINGS EHEHE ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ I HOPE U LIKE THIS ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

17. NICKNAME

Leona will still call you the same HERBIVORE! BUT! He has a lot of nicknames for you, just to tease you.

Herbivore, mouse, kitten. There are the top 3 of nicknames from Leona! SOMETIMES, sometime, Leona adds... “MY” in front of the nicknames. My herbivore, my mouse, my kitten. He’s just... A jealousy kitty cat, ok.

If you complain to him about the nickname he gives to you, he’ll huff and try to tell you the reason why those nicknames suit you. But still will give you another one or try the other if you hate it and uncomfortable.

He occasionally calls you by your name, especially on your comfort time.

You can call him whatever you want BUT if you call him with couple nicknames (babe, honey, darling, etc) he’ll tease you for being cheesy yet deep down he LOVES it!

Uh, don’t call him weird things (furry, etc), he’ll be angry, annoyed, and ignore you for the rest of the day. So don’t do it.

Just calling him Leona is ok for him as well, he still love it!

The way he calls you is weird yet gentle for you, his voice turns softer and huskier with you. From all of the other students, only you who gets a special nickname from him. It was an insult, but it turned out to be sweet as the time passed.

The lion beastman switched his position to cuddle you again, his face is on your shoulder, he yawns and hugs you tightly and closer to him. As he starts to nuzzle his head to your neck, he proceeds to open his mouth to call you, his only S/O, his mate.

“Herbivore…”

32. PROPOSING

IF Leona proposes to you first, his words are straightforward and to the point, man doesn’t waste his time. The propose is in a private place, it’s Leona after all, right?

His voice will be soft, deep, low, and gentle. Uh, he looks confident but actually he’s afraid you’ll reject him. He only brings a ring for you, no flowers. Simple yet meaningful.

He’ll choose a great place, because it’s an important occasion, right? It’s a private place, beautiful view, calm, only the two of you, and romantic.

If you propose to him, oh, he’s very happy! This beastman WILL tease you for the rest of the day. So his herbivore decided to propose to him first? You have the nerve, huh. 

He won’t stop smirking at you! Ugh, annoying yet attractive! Actually he feels like “I should be the one to propose you but you’re so brave to do it instead of me and that’s attractive” thing.

The sunset is about to start, the wind blows at the two of you, the flowers sway along with his brown long hair and his beautiful braids. The only panorama you can get in Afterglow Savannah is in front of you.  There is no one beside the two of you in there.

A muscular palm leaves from your body, as you look at him, his palm reaches a tiny box inside his pocket. When he opens it, it’s a ring with an expensive jewel in it. A smirk curves his lips, he opens his mouth to speak.

“Marry me, herbivore.”

33. WEDDING

The wedding is a small wedding! But the party is a fancy ball (tell everyone his brother does this for Leona)! 

The wedding is simple, in his hometown, small wedding (only family and closest friends of both of you who attends), and you use Leona’s country traditional wedding outfit. Because his hometown is pretty hot so their traditional outfit is the best choice!

Let see, Leona in ponytail again? YES! With a traditional wedding suit? YES. The wedding’s place is beautiful! As you expected from a royalty.

Actually Leona doesn’t want to do a fancy ball, but his brother and his sister-in-law wanted to do it for him and you! The ball is full of nobles both from his country and the other countries.

Not to mention Leona takes you out from the ball to a private balcony sneakily. Slow dance with him in the balcony? YES! Well it’s hard to convince him to dance with you, he’s already tired and can’t wait for the honeymoon. But if you REALLY want to dance with him, let’s do it then! Make sure to pay him later after the ball (you know what it is, right?).

Several people begin to silent when the priest starts to talk about the wedding. Your eyes couldn’t take off of him, his appearance is charming and enticing, especially him with a traditional wedding suit. The ponytail is captivating for you.

Your gaze gets noticed by him, it’s a pretty intense gaze after all. His predatory eyes stare back at you, for him, you look stunning as well. The lion beastman couldn’t believe it, he’s getting married and will spend the rest of his life with you. When the priest starts to ask him, his answer is indubitable.

“I do.”

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[hongbeanmochi]

hi! since you asked about malec draw prompts and i love the soft way you draw i was wondering if you could do some this-world-inverted!malec being cute? but honestly anything you draw is pretty :D

awwe thank youu,,you're too kind<33

anyways,, I hope u like animals and malec eheh:"<

[pinktatertots99]

Hnk prompts- 33 for Zirc and Yellow? A dominating Yellow would be nice ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

i had a feeling i’d have to write a top yellow sometime lol.

HNK writing prompts

33. “If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to have to do something about it“

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those big orange golden eyes staring at yellow as zircon sat in their lap, making yellow move to holding and gripping them firmly. “if you keep looking at me like that i’m going to have to do something about it~.”

zircon looked up and smiled a bit. “maybe i want you to~.” they giggled and looking up at yellow with those eyes, yellow chuckling as they did.

moving their hands down the curly haired one’s shorts zircon bit their lip whimpering as they felt yellow’s hand rubbing them. “like wanting me to do this~?” they teased as zirc panted but nodded in response. with a chuckle yellow kissed and gently nibbling their lip. “good~.” they cooed as they let go temporarily to take off their own shorts. rubbing their length to them zirc panted more. “want more~?”

“w-...why else would i give you that look for to not have more?~” yellow smirked as they pushed in, zircon panting and moaning as they did, moving to slowly ride them as the blonde slowly bucked their own hips up at them. “don’t do too much work now~.” they moaned as they took a hold of zirc’s hips and swiftly picked up and moved them to lay down on the chair, holding their legs apart as they thrusted slowly inside them, leaving the orange bobbed younger moaning louder. “oh...g-god...” they moaned out as they moved their hips to yellow’s, who took the hint and started going faster.

“th-this...is a better face...i love to see...on you~.” they moaned as they went faster, feeling a climax coming, they had a feeling zirc did too with their legs going around their waste tightly. hands on their hips they could feel zirc quake and moan their name as yellow vibrated and let their own climax wash through. both panting as yellow pulled away and moving them to lay on the chair with zircon laying in their lap.

...they gave them that face again as yellow chuckled. “oh geez again?”

“i mean, i can’t help it ehehe.”

“nasty little zirc-y aren’t you~?”

[jastiss-blog]

Ehehe. Prompt list 4 for Gladdy-daddy & fem!reader! Please and thanks! ❤

Hello hello dear anon!  Thanks for your patience on this.  I decided to flip the script and go a different route with this one.

Prompts taken from this list.

Gladio x fem!reader kiss prompt #33 …where it hurts

For many years, you find that your dream has been to join the Crownsguard.  There’s just something about the regality they hold themselves with, the sense of duty instilled within them and Six, those beautiful uniforms.  You want to serve your country in the most meaningful way as possible.

Having been dating Gladio for some time, you decided to broach the subject of how one goes about joining.

“Uh… Gladio?” you ask tentatively, gaze downcast as anxiety fills you.  “Can I ask you something?”

The Shield wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his firm chest.  “Ask away, babe.  What’s up?”

It’s at that moment you almost lose your nerve; why would the Crownsguard want to recruit a girl like you?  Maybe you should just-

“Don’t hide away in that pretty little head of yours,” Gladio gently scolds.  “You wanted to ask me something, so go ahead.”

He’s right.  He’s always right about these things and so you gather your courage and snuggle briefly into his chest.

“I want to join the Crownsguard,” you say in a rush.  “How do I apply?”

As it turns out, the answer isn’t exactly simple.  The two of you talk at length about the general things Clarus and Cor look for in potential recruits, what sort of weapon you’d like to try and what sort of training schedule Gladio would like you to be on.  It’s all a bit overwhelming, but you’re determined to make your dream happen.  Not only will you be making yourself proud, but if Gladio’s excited answers are any indication, he’ll be just as proud of you.

“Now, don’t expect me to go easy on you because I love you,” he warns, poking you in the side for emphasis.  “And don’t expect me to try to sway my dad, either.  You’ll get in on your own merits.”

A few days later, you find yourself outside of the Crownsguard training room, trying not to panic.  You’re not that familiar with weapons but you were determined to master a greatsword; Gladio’s weapon of choice had absolutely nothing to do with that.  Well, that’s what you’d tell people, anyway.

The two of you go over some basics: how to hold the weapon, how to compensate for its extreme weight, the various kinds of attacks.  After an hour or so, Gladio decides he wants to test you knowledge so far to establish a baseline and you break into a cold sweat.  Now or never.

“Ok, now raise your weapon into attack stance - yes, that’s good,” he instructs.  “Now, come at me.  I’m just going to deflect and guard for now.”

You rush forward, intending to attack his weapon but you trip while trying to shift your weight and land a blow squarely in the middle of his forehead.  He barks out a startled noise as you land on the floor at his feet, staring down at you for several seconds before bursting into laughter.

“That was…” he begins, dissolving into chortles again.  “That was unique.  You got my face pretty good, there.”

Already, a bruise is blossoming against his fair skin, a little bit of blood trickling from the center of the contusion.  Embarrassed, you jump up, pulling on his shirt to drag his forehead to your lips.  Though he draws in a sharp breath, you ghost your lips over his skin in the gentlest kiss you can manage.

“Oh Six, I’m so sorry, Gladio,” you apologize as he straightens.  “What a mess.”

“Nah, no worries,” he denies.  “Let’s try again, but this time, maybe with fewer bruises.”

[nyaitsu-writes]

Hi there! I was the Aira anon (and coincidentally the places-to-buy-merch anon 😳) and I just wanted to say that I loved the direction you took the prompt in! It was so cute and romantic! My heart races everytime I re-read it! Aira means a lot to me and so I really wanted to say thank you again for writing for him ❤️ I hope you have a wonderful day!

aww gosh i'm so happy!!! i was really really worried o(╥﹏╥)o i've read so little alkaloid content that i was worried that i'd mess aira up somehow,, see, i live pretty close to the sea and i've always thought beach dates are super cute and that aira is totally the type to make in depth research about hot dating spots to take his s/o to even if his entire point is just... getting cuddly together. i can't blame him ehehe <33

but aaaa thank you so much for taking time to come in here and tell me you liked it ; v ; receiving this kind of asks makes me super motivated to write more and more and better!! (❁´◡`❁) also glad to see you back!! <3

[inkykeiji]

I did! It was amazing! I'm probably gonna read it again while I 🍃smoke🍃 because it was a week ar work for sure. Thank you so much for understanding. I've actually been kinda working on a thing as thanks. Gotta figure out how to send it to you when finished. Probably have to come off anon.

Have the next two days somewhat to myself so hopefully that's enough time to get caught up on all you've written lately!

Please take care of yourself, we all love you!

-♠️

OH YAY I’M SO GLAD U ENJOYED IT!!!! <33333 and of course my love, absolutely!!!

WAAAAAAAH WHAT????? YOU ARE!? oh my gosh i’m so so so flattered but please know that you absolutely are not obligated to thank me in any way!!! thank YOU for sending that prompt in, and i’m sorry it took me literal months to write it!! <333

i appreciate the gesture tho ofc!! that’s super super sweet and thoughtful and i am so so touched but i just wanted to make it clear that you totally are not in any way obligated to do that if you don’t want to!! <3 in other words, don’t feel like it’s something you must do or something you have to do; i wrote that piece for you because i loved your prompt so dearly, and you do not have to repay me for that <3

if you’d still like to send it tho, you and i can work out some sort of way to get it to me, i’m sure of it!!! once again i am literally so grateful and just waaah HONOURED to hear that but please don’t feel obligated either <333

sorry i’m RAMBLING LMAO i just wanted to convey that i’m thankful but i don’t want you to feel obligated!!! that’s all <333

oh thank you so much precious lil ace, i missed you dearly!!!! <333 i am trying ehehe i pinky promise you, and i love everyone here so very much 🥺 i hope you are taking care and treating yourself kindly as well!! <33

[inkykeiji]

hi clari!!! i was just woooondering if you ever plan on writing for haikyuu again :000 i love all your bnha works but that dai-nii one rlly spoke to my soul i have never read a more beautiful daichi piece to this day honestly i am very interested in how you’d write (longer pieces) for characters like bokuto maybe but there’s no worries if you arent planning on it!! i rlly hope this doesn’t come off as me forcing u at gunpoint to write hq i am so sorry

hi sweetpea!!! ehehe don’t worry bb this doesn’t come off as you being forceful or pushy at all!!!! it’s really sweet and i thank you for being so respectful n also for your interest!! <33

i do plan on writing for hq again!!!! at the moment, the next hq piece that will be a longer piece is for terushima and i’m so so sooooo excited about it ehehehe it’s been bouncing around in my head since october!! i only have about 300 words written for it right now lol so tiny but i can’t wait to dive into it aaaaaah

but with the official confirmation of dabi as touya my whole brain literally went DABI!!!!!!!!!! for the entire month of november, and then i spent the entirety of december writing my christmas fics!!

I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE FOR BO YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDDDDD i just have NO ideas for him :((((( i would also love to do something for the daddy kuroo + mean kenma duo i had going on in my drabbles, and akaashi obv ehehe, and i have a half finished second part for dai-nii that i hit such a wall with and never finished :// i ALSO have a half finished piece for kei-nii (tsukki!) but my motivation dried up with that one.

i can’t tell you when the terushima piece will be out though; i feel very pressured to get the third part of bmb done (not pressured from you guys, from myself!!) and i also have six prompts that i wanted to turn into oneshots at some point (also from november) but every single one of them is dabi. SO ANON, please please PLEASE if you have a prompt or an idea for an hq boy (especially bokuto, akaashi, kuroo or kenma!!) PLEASE SEND IT MY WAY. i can’t promise it’ll get done in january but i truly do want to write more for them, i just literally have zero ideas (while my mind is always bursting with ideas for dabi lmfao figures)

aaaaaah it’s OVERWHELMING how much i wanna write just for dabi, tomura and keigo alone tbh my notebook is so full of ideas it stresses me out, but for hq???? literally nothing other than teru :///

thank you again for being so polite and respectful!!!!! i really appreciate it, and i appreciate your support and interest!! i love u very much n i hope you have a lovely day <33333 ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

[inkykeiji]

ahhhh omg i’m so happy to finally properly join the anon club clari !!!!! i hope you’re doing well and that you feel better soon bby !!!! i know you don’t usually write with quirks but is there any reason as to why you don’t? and if you did write in the normal quirk au, what quirk do you think touya-nii’s lil baby girl would have?? <33333 - 🧸

yay!!! i am happy to have you!! <33 aw ehehe thank you sweetpea, i’m hoping i start feeling better soon too, this SUCKS.

ooooh good question!! the reason why i don’t write in canon/with quirks is simply because it doesn’t interest me!! (i hope this makes sense but like) i’m all about character; like i prize and care about characters more than anything else (like plot, for example!) which is why all of my pieces are character studies!! so when it comes to writing with these characters that i love so much, i personally enjoy plucking them from their canon bnha world and throwing them into situations and scenarios that i’ve thought up (or been prompted with through suggestions!), and then trying to interpret how i think they’d act/behave in any given scenario.

i definitely don’t mind reading quirk fics/fics set in the bnha universe, i just have little interest in writing them myself! i technically have written two smaller pieces set in that universe, but for the most part, i enjoy interpreting their characters in other situations i’ve come up with or other worlds i’ve built!! i hope that makes sense!!

aaaah i think she’d have something that isn’t physical; like being able to read and manipulate the feelings of those around her!!

thank u for such good questions, teddy!! i hope you had a lovely day <33

[inkykeiji]

hello!! I’m here to request a Halloween matchup, for two or three hq boys. I’m 5’1” with short hair and big eyes, and I like to think I’m rather stylish. I’m suuuuper chaotic and loud, very friendly and can sometimes be a lil overwhelming, but I’m also very sweet and affectionate at times (hopeless romantic checkk). I also have 0 impulse control, and I’m an enfp. I really like writing and all forms of art, i can act kinda stupid but I’m also a nerd for science and history, and uhhhh (1/2)

aw sweetpea i think u misunderstood the prompt a lil, i’m sorry!! <3 you could send me up to three hq boys and i’d choose one to match you with! this option was only there for people who wanted to ensure that they were matched with one of their faves 🥰

THIS FACT THO PLS ILY i’m dead oh my goddddd ahaha happy halloween to you too bb!!

i match you with ⇢ tendou satori! first off, he’d fall in love with you the moment you told him that bat fact, hands down. like, there’s no doubt in my mind, he’d be yours instantly. surprisingly, your chaotic energy meshes almost perfectly with his, instead of clashing with it. the two of you can be a handful tho—not with each other, like y’all can handle each other with absolutely no problem, but your endless energy can sometimes wear others out a lil ehehe. he’s also a hopeless romantic, and his hopeless romantic tendencies reveal themselves to you slowly as your relationship progresses; he’d send you random flowers at work or school, leave cute lil notes for you to find, bring you your favourite tea before bed, etc. and he most definitely acts as your impulse control 90% of the time <3 he would absolutely love going to art galleries or museums with you, and would always be interested in any historical or scientific facts!!

what you carve into your pumpkin ⇢  dracula!! maybe even a few cute bats to match if ur feeling up to it!

which halloween candy you eat the most of ⇢  sour skittles + kitkat!

couples costume ⇢ a tooth and the tooth fairy (u choose who’s who ehehehe also v ironic considering he makes chocolate for a living)

how you celebrate halloween ⇢ WELL HE’S A CHOCOLATIER so naturally you’re making chocolate bars!!! OR omg since chocolate ice cream is one of his favourite things, you two (and maybe ur friends, too!) MAKE ice cream and then have a sundae decorating party, complete with all types of different syrups and sauces and toppings <33 it’s a lot of sugar, a lot of chaos, and a lot of fun. you also probably make a HUGE mess, but it’s absolutely worth it <3

clari’s 1k halloween matchups! 👻 requests are CLOSED <3