#nonnies 💌

[starzify]

wanna suck on dean’s thumb in bed while we kiss :(

The dim light cast a golden glow over the room as you lay against Dean, wrapped in his warmth. His arm was draped around you, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on your skin. Everything about this moment felt unhurried, like he wanted to savor every second.

He tilted your chin up, eyes flickering over your face before leaning in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was soft at first, his lips moving against yours in a steady, unhurried rhythm. His hand cradled your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheek as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. You melted into him, letting him take his time, feeling the heat build in the space between you.

When he finally pulled back, his thumb traced over your bottom lip, his gaze dark with something quiet and consuming. You parted your lips instinctively, and he slid his thumb inside, watching with quiet fascination as you wrapped your lips around it, sucking slow and sweet. Your tongue swirled around the pad, your breath warm against his skin.

Dean inhaled sharply, his fingers tightening slightly on your hip. “Sweetheart…” he murmured, voice thick and warm, almost awed. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

His other hand drifted down, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, his fingers brushing over your clit through the fabric. He pressed gently at first, his touch teasing, then started rubbing in slow, steady circles. The pressure increased gradually, the movements deliberate, sending waves of pleasure washing over you. Every time his fingers made contact, you couldn’t help but gasp around his thumb, the sound muffled but full of need.

Dean’s breath hitched, his hand never stopping, his fingers now moving with more purpose as he rubbed your clit with a little more pressure. The sensation had you grinding your hips against his touch, the desire building quickly between the soft, unhurried strokes. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered, his voice thick and full of affection.

You nodded, sucking a little harder, your lips moving around his thumb as his fingers continued their rhythm, the pleasure starting to overwhelm you. He responded by moving his hand more insistently, the circles over your clit now firm and unrelenting, pulling you closer to the edge with every stroke.

“You’re perfect like this,” Dean murmured, his voice rough and filled with desire. “Let me take care of you.”

The way his fingers worked, the way he slowly built the tension inside you, it made you feel completely undone, completely his.

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[thedollydiaries]

imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

[baekhyunsbestie]

Are your requests open ? If so can you do What it's like having baekhyun as your husband ?

hubsand!baekhyun is the absolute sweeeeetest 😭🥹💘💞💓💖💗 (these r all facts btw bc it’s me i'm his wife n can confirm everything below is true) — gets nsfw under the cut!!!

✶ a menace, but he's your menace – baekhyun is the type of husband who makes life feel like a never ending sleepover. he teases you endlessly, whether it’s stealing your food mid bite, tickling your sides when you’re focused on something, or singing exaggerated love songs about you in the most ridiculous voices just to see you roll your eyes. but you can always tell—it’s adoration disguised as mischief.

✶ clingy, always touching you – always finding a way to touch you no matter what you’re doing. cooking? expect a back hug with his chin resting on your shoulder, swaying you side to side like a lovesick puppy. movie night? forget personal space—he’s pulling you straight into his lap, arms wrapped tight like you might float away. even the tiniest moments don’t escape him. passing each other in the hallway? forehead kiss, no second thought. like this man just needs to be touching you, even if it’s something as small as hooking his pinky around yours. it's like you’re his personal source of oxygen, and ofc he wouldn’t have it any other way.

✶ insists on a goodnight ritual – no ifs, ands, or buts. it’s something sweet and silly, maybe a very specific order of forehead, cheek, and nose kisses or a whispered “i love you even more than yesterday” before bed. and if you ever try to skip it? oh, he’s pouting. full on, arms crossed, huffing dramatically until you give in and make it right. he swears he just can’t sleep without it. and honestly? neither can you.

✶ the most competitive lil shit alive – you really thought just cus you're married, he'd mellow out? LMAAAOOOO nope. board games? video games? who can finish their drink first? it’s all a competition, and he has to win. and if he doesn’t? suddenly, you cheated. somehow. even if you’re playing something as foolproof as rock-paper-scissors. and don’t even think about beating him at mario kart unless you’re ready for war.

✶ loves when you wear his clothes – like actually forgets how to function for a second. his oversized hoodies? his t shirts drowning you? yeeeaaah, he’s obsessed. he’ll pause whatever he’s doing just to admire you, eyes shining with pure smugness before he pulls you into his arms, all warm and satisfied. “jeeeeez. you just love smelling like me, don’t you?” he teases, grinning because he knows he’s being insufferable. (and yes, he’s definitely smirking. yes, he’s eating this shit up.)

✶ has made it his personal mission to find you the cutest, most random little trinkets – ever since you mentioned liking them, he’s been on the lookout everywhere he goes. he could be out running errands and spot a tiny keychain shaped like a strawberry and immediately think, yep, that’s for my baby. now you have a growing collection of the most useless but ridiculously adorable knick knacks, all because he saw them and thought of you.

✶ dramatic when he misses you - gone for two days and acting like he’s been stranded on a deserted island for years. sends you voice messages full of exaggerated sighs, texts “i miss you” every hour on the dot, and makes you pinky promise you won’t forget about him while he’s away. but the second he’s home? he’s tackling you onto the couch, clinging onto you like a koala, whining about how unbelievably heartless you were for making him suffer this long.

✶ marriage does not mean he’s letting up – in fact, it’s only made him worse. if you thought slipping a ring on your finger would slow him down, think again. baekhyun still flirts like he’s trying to seduce you for the first time, still backs you up against the counter just to murmur the filthiest things in your ear, his breath warm, his voice all silk and sin. and then he just walks away, leaving you flushed, thighs pressed together, and completely at his mercy.

✶ has no shame about needing you – when he wants you, you’ll know. doesn’t matter if you’re busy, he’s sliding in next to you, fingers already tracing slow, lazy patterns up your thighs. his head rests heavy on your shoulder, lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “baby, i’m so fucking hard it hurts… fix it for me, yeah?” and if you even think about ignoring him? oh, he only gets bolder—hands wandering, voice dropping, teasing you until you give in just the way he likes.

✶ teases you just to see you get impatient – drags it out just to watch you squirm—he loves making you unravel. slow, so agonizingly slow, barely touching, just enough to make you whine, to make you crave. his lips brush your ear, voice dripping with amusement as he whispers, “hmm? what's wrong, baby? not enough for you?” like he doesn't already know the answer, like he isn't enjoying every second of your frustration.

✶ talks you through it – bc if there’s one thing this fucker loves, it’s running his mouth. and in bed? oh, he’s even worse. he keeps his eyes locked on you while he ruins you, voice all low and smooth as he murmurs, “you feel so good, baby,” “love watching you like this,” “yeah? you like that?” he’s greedy for every little sound you make, chasing your reactions like they’re his lifeline. and if you try to bite back your moans, try to stay quiet? yeah, good luck with that—he’ll just push deeper, go harder, until you have no choice but to give him what he wants.

✶ gets so smug when you’re needy for him – cocky grin, slow, lazy touches that never quite give you what you want. the second you’re the one reaching for him first? oh, he’s fucking insufferable. lips brushing against yours, teasing, barely there, his head tilting like he’s amused. “hmm? what’s this?” he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. “couldn’t wait for me?” and then he just—stalls. watches you squirm, drinks in every little impatient sigh like it fuels him. “say it, baby,” he demands, voice low, lips ghosting over your skin. “tell me how bad you need me.”

✶ possessive, but in a devotional way – he doesn’t give a damn about anyone else looking, bc he knows you’re his. but when he’s got you to himself, when he’s showing you exactly what that means, that’s when it gets dangerous. his grip on your waist turns bruising, his breath hot against your ear as he drags you closer, voice thick with need as he mutters, “mine. every inch of you. every fucking part of you—mine.”

✶ fucks you like he’s obsessed, like he can’t believe you’re real – like he’d drop to his knees just to taste you if you asked. he never shuts up, either, murmuring filthy praise between ragged breaths, telling you how fucking gorgeous you are, how tight, how warm, how you were made for him. even when he’s fucking you rough, when his fingers dig in hard enough to leave bruises, there’s that same reverence in his voice—like he’s been aching for this all day, like he exists just to make you cum, like nothing else in the world matters except the way you fall apart for him.

✶ lives for aftercare just as much as he lives for wrecking you – bc as much as he teases, as much as he pushes, he’s even softer when it’s over. he gathers you up in his arms, pressing slow, lazy kisses all over your face, whispering sweet nothings like he didn’t just have you trembling beneath him. “aw, was i too rough, baby?” he murmurs, fingers tracing over every mark he’s left. “lemme make it better, yeah?” and he does—tending to you with warm hands and soft words, like he’s making up for every filthy thing he just did to you.

[jumpingjoltiks]

Um hiii!! Could I request an x reader for ingo and emmet (seperately) with a reader who is autistic but like. REALLY masks? Like a level of masking where the boys don't even know that they're autistic at first, and they're VERY different when they aren't out in public/don't feel the need to mask. I love ur writing btw >_<!!!

AAAA Thank you smmm! I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed my work! <3 <3 <3

I’ve already written a little bit about the twins being autistic already, so I’m happy to get to finally write some x reader stuff to go with it!

Biiiiig mood. I've spent most of my life masking, so I think a lot of this will probably come from my own experiences. I ended up making this a few different sections instead of just one, all coming out of different ideas I had. :)

The twins with someone who is also autistic, but masks heavily

Ingo Gets It. He understands the fear and the pressure to fit in. Emmet doesn’t, but he tries his best to respect your decision (though, secretly, he wishes you’d be more yourself. Both boys love when you’re being the most authentic version of you, but Emmet really wants to see it all the time).

Being actually comfortable around them takes a while (as it would with anyone) – its hard work to decondition yourself like that, to convince yourself you’re really, genuinely safe being yourself – but the twins’ (especially Emmet’s) refusal to mask is enormously helpful in this regard. Their unabashed devotion to being exactly who they are is inspiring.

Emmet devotedly listens to your infodumping, especially if it’s something he’s also interested in. Ingo is thrilled to find someone else who will listen to him too. Late in the evening, when Ingo is cooking and you’re all three in the kitchen together, you all talk like no one has ever looked at you strangely before – open and honest and genuinely excited just to share knowledge and enjoy this moment together.

There’s a certain amount of bluntness between you three, but none of you really mind. If hurtful words are ever said, you can be sure that they weren’t really meant to be cruel. You can always talk things out. Emmet, in particular, has trouble with his straightforward attitude, and sometimes says things that come out wrong – do you as well? He knows how hard it can be to find the right way to say things.

And if you don’t feel like spending time together right now, the twins understand that too. There have been plenty of days when one or the other will come home and lock themselves in their room for a while, just to cool down. If you should come home from your job or a grocery run and need some time, they’ll handle the rest.

Decompression

Would it surprise you to know that it’s Emmet who catches on first? There’s a good reason for that! He’s had a lifetime of keeping an eye on his brother, who also used to heavily mask.

Your own tells are different then Ingo’s, to be sure, but they’re there regardless.

After a tough day, you’re taking the subway home. He notices that your posture and gait are different & your expression is stiffer. You’re clinging to your sense of self-control.

He’s got things he needs to attend to, but you’re a dear friend… your wellbeing comes first, he decides. Emmet doesn’t hesitate to fall into step next to you as you traverse through the station.

“Good afternoon! Are you doing alright?”

You know he’s not one for small talk… so what is he doing? The flash of a puzzled look crosses your face before you smile up at him. It’s humiliating, but you can’t seem to summon up words right now. This will have to do.

Emmet knows smiles. Yours is tight and strained, not at all like your usual smile. And you haven’t answered. He doesn’t like this at all. All signs are pointing to a systems crash.

“Your engine is overheated. I can tell. Do you need a place to step aside for maintenance? My office isn’t far.”

You stare at him blankly, trying to parse exactly what kind of metaphor he’s making.

But you’re too overstimulated and tired to put too much thought into it. Eventually, you sigh and nod. He leads you through the crowd with swinging arms and legs, and people part before him.

The office is an open space that is fastidiously tidy. A sofa is tucked against one wall, opposite is a set of shelves with all kinds of books and files neatly arranged. A pair of matching desks are stationed toward the back of the room. You’ve never been in here, but somehow you instinctively know that this is a safe place for you.

“I have a mini fridge. You are welcome to any of the snacks and cold waters I have. There are also noise cancelling headphones if you want. I know that Gear Station can be verrrrry noisy when overstimulated.”

You think that’s the longest stretch of words you’ve ever heard Emmet say, and you can only stare up at him wordlessly in response. You didn’t realize he had you figured out. Shame threatens to creep in, but then he smiles as he holds out a bottle of ice water to you. He smiles like he knows. There isn’t a single trace of pity or belittlement in it, only understanding.

You take the bottle of water with a small, genuine smile of your own. It’s the first one you’ve had all day.

When you sit down on the couch, Emmet takes off his coat and places it over your shoulders. It’s pretty big on you… but it’s also really heavy. You hadn’t realized it was weighted this whole time. The pressure feels nice, and you bury yourself into it. Emmet seems pleased, like he knew this would happen.

“I am going to do some paperwork at my desk. Would you like the lights off?”

You nod wordlessly and he flicks the light switch off in response. The only light in the room is the warm glow of a desk lamp, focused down onto his work station and away from you. Even the faint hum of electricity that would usually come out of a lamp like that is silent, which is an enormous relief.

The only sound for the next hour is Emmet’s pen near silently sweeping across the pages of his work. You stay quiet and buried under his coat, eyes closed and dozing somewhere between sleeping and waking. You feel safe.

After what feels like an age, you shift from under the coat and re-emerge, feeling much better. Emmet’s eyes flick up to you.

“Do you feel any better?” he asks. His voice is quiet.

“Yes.” You answer, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

He cuts you off. “Do not apologize. Ingo and I have spent many afternoons doing the same. I’m just glad I was there to offer help.”

From that point on, things are… different between you and the twins. Emmet must have told his brother about what happened, because Ingo is more open around you.

You’ve been friends for a long time, but something seems to have unlocked now. The three of you quickly catch like a struck match.

Parallel Play

You spend a lot of time over at their place, and they at yours. Expect Ingo to politely ask if he or Emmet or both can come spend time with you.

This worried you at first, when you were still friends and not yet dating, but the twins don’t actually want your attention, per say. They just want to be in the same room as you while they do their own thing. Not having to “host” takes so much pressure off of you that you wonder why anyone entertains any other way.

Ingo will be reading, curled up in one of your chairs or on a couch, so still you’d think he was asleep if not for the intermittent turn of a page. Emmet is reviewing battle plans and notes, spread out across your table, one leg bouncing. Occasionally, he gets up to pace and mutter to himself, not looking at either you or his brother. You’re working on one of your hobbies in the living room. Not one of you bothers the others. It’s�� peaceful. And nice, just having them unobtrusively nearby.

Do you stim? They have a cache of puzzle-y, twisty toys and clickers in a drawer. You’re more than welcome to them, or to anything else you need.

Eventually, if you’d like, you can curl up with Ingo underneath the weighted blanket he’s got spread across his lap. He’ll swing an arm around you without looking up from his book, and you listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing as you nod off.

Or Emmet might come over to you and quietly offer you a warm mug of hot chocolate. The two of you sit back-to-back in silence, sipping your drinks and working on your respective projects.

How nice it is, you think, to spend time with those who understand.

[chuluoyi]

CHUU I MAKE ALL HAIL EMPRESS FANART

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Congratulations for finishing series, chuu. Should appreciate to finish one because it's hard. I try to draw one shot manga for competition before and didn't submit because below my standard (2 july is deadline and give up on last day). You're great to finish it as you wish, chuu *´∨`* — 🍼

MILK NONNIE I’M SCREAMINGGG😭😭😭🩵

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omg thank you so much for drawing it!!!😭 i can’t believe you really did and it’s stunning!!🥺 milk nonnie, gosh you’re so talented and— i’m utterly speechless i don’t know what to say :’) wow, just wow… i really don’t think you should be discouraged at all!! whatever you draw, so long as you work hard on it, the result matters later— i wish you’ll enter more competitions in the future bc everyone deserves to know how talented you are!!🥺🫶🏻

[screampied]

Hey horn- I mean honey!

Quick! All the positions u would like to try with jjk men if u had the chance and with who and why! Shoot!

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OMGGGGGGG

sukuna — full nelson 🌚 especially in his true form omg the size kink would go crazy. why, because i like crazy positions yay

choso — missionary so i can kiss his face. i feel like even with this position he’d be so shy but id make direct eye contact w him and tell him how good he’s doing

toji — prone bone 😞😞😞 he’d be such a nasty bastard, and i love to hc that when he’s hitting you from the back he likes to put his foot on/over your head while talking so filthy to you🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

geto — face riding just so i can tug on his hair while he eats me out 💔 i feel like that’s the only right answer bc his hair is just SOOOOO.

gojo — maybeee cowgirl. i think gojo would love to have a girl ride him after coming back from like a long stressful mission. especially riding him after he finishes n he’s a big whiny mess :,)

higuruma — doggystyle 🙇‍♀️ i feel like he’d do backshots so good idk 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

nanami — i’d say missionary too, he’s such an intimate man <3 he’d hand hold and stare right into your eyes, talking you through it all before asking if you need a second to breathe / need water omg

shiu — cowgirl / reverse 🙈 everytime i see shiu i just imagine riding him and he kisses me and then shotguns his smoke from his cigarette into my mouth idk 💔💔💔💔

[buckgasms]

what would daddy Bucky do if princess forgot her safe word but was clearly not enjoying whatever they were doing?

Hi Nonnie 🩵 thank you for your question 😘 I have taken this a bit further along than your request because it's a good idea to look after our Daddy Bucky too 💙

I think he would notice the changes in his princess and figure out a way to stop without upsetting you more.

So let's say you had your hands tied and he was watching your face and your lip was wobbling and you weren't making much noise, which is not usual. Sometimes you cry or whatever but it's normally like happy, spoilt tears. These ones are different.

So he slows his movement to a stop, drops his face down to yours and presses kisses to your cheeks. He gives you a moment to respond but you can't. It's too much.

"I've got a job for you princess..." He says softly and you nod, limbs shaking. "I want ten kisses babygirl.... Ten kisses, take as long as you want, but I need ten..."

As your brain catches up, you press soft, gentle kisses to his cheek. You do a few and he asks, "how many was that angel?" Gentle and kind and you stumble over your words. "It's ok Princess, can you start again...Count for me, out loud. I know you can do it Princess."

You breathe out a smile and start again. Your hands have been untied, and he's wrapped you up close. Your warm bodies are pressed together and before you even know it you are back down to Earth and pressing your tenth kiss to his lips.

"There's my girl" he whispers as you shiver a little and cling to him, teardrops gathering on your eyelashes. "M'sorry Daddy... I couldn't say it, couldn't say my words..." Your breath shudders and he holds you closer, stroking your back and telling you everything was ok.

💙

I think once you were feeling better and maybe you'd had a little doze while wrapped up in his arms you feel Daddy slip away into the bathroom.

You wait for a little while for him to come back but he doesn't come back, but you can't hear the shower or anything. So you slip out of bed and tiptoe into the bathroom where Daddy is standing staring at himself in the mirror and leaning heavily on the counter.

"Daddy... What's wrong?" You whisper and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his back. His heartbeat thuds heavily and his breathing seems slow and tight. He turns around and hugs you, pressing his lips to your head.

"I'm so sorry I scared your Princess. I never wanna hurt you baby.... I fucking hate it... I'm supposed to protect you... I made you cry..."

He holds your tighter and his breath shudders, so you grip his soft muscles and skim your hands up and down his body. "Daddy" you whisper, "you don't...you didn't hurt me Daddy, I promise..." He grunts a little but you just squeeze him tighter. "Daddy listen... I mean it..."

He hmms again and you move back a bit to look at him. You stroke his chest and face, wondering what to do, how to take care of your perfect daddy. Suddenly you smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

"Come on Daddy, I'll make you feel better..." He lets you drag him over to the big shower and watches as you turn the water on, smiling as you jump at the cold water, humming until it turns warm. Your outstretched hand guides him into the stream of water and you smooth your hands, guiding channels down his skin.

Taking a loofah and some of your fanciest soap and rub it all over him and you in the process. It doesn't take long before you are the bubbliest people in the world. As you wash, you ask him to pick his favourite things about you, and you pick your favourite things about him. He grips your waist gently, keeping himself grounded as you whisper pretty things and tell him how much you love him.

The water washes away bubbles and discomfort. You do your best to dry him off with a fluffy towel, but you are getting a little worn out now. Daddy is finally feeling more himself too, and takes up the task of drying you both off.

When you both slip into bed you are both wondering what to do but the exhaustion of the night takes over. It can wait till morning.

💙

You wake up to his kisses on your face, you both smell of your chosen shower gel and you feel absolutely warm and safe.

You spend the morning in bed, discussing safe words and perhaps a new way of expressing discomfort when words are hard. That makes you both happy. And he thanks you with endless kisses and praise for taking such good care of him when he was feeling sad.

You spend the rest of the morning tucked up with him in bed, and the worries of the night before have long gone....

[kissingmilfs]

Sev experiencing dom drop and Mel comforting her through it. i love it when they’re just soft & cute 🙇🏾‍♀️

ugh this is the cutest thing ever 😭 i hope you like it!!

once sevika unties mel from the restraints and frees her from the spreader bar, her fingers tremble seeing the marks covering her ankles and wrists. mel groggily rubs her eyes as she sits up. she rotates her ankles and wrists to get the blood flowing again. she crawls towards sevika but notices the frown on her face.

when mel reaches up to cup sevika’s cheek, she’s alarmed when sevika shakes her head and pulls away.

“sev…baby…what’s wrong?” mel doesn’t attempt to touch her again despite her fingers itching to.

sevika shakes her head again but tears easily slip from her. mel’s worried expression grows. she knows sevika said not to touch her; however with sevika’s current disposition mel heeds caution. mel inches closer and wipes the tears away rolling down her face.

“do you want to talk about it?” mel whispers.

sevika sniffles and drops her eyes to the marks on mel’s wrist. “how could you possibly let me do those things to you and still love me?”

mel furrows her eyebrows in confusion and follows sevika’s gaze. “oh sev…” mel presses a kiss on sevika’s cheek. “don’t forget i eagerly consent to everything. i even suggested the bar, my love.”

mel cups the back of sevika’s neck and carefully guides them down on the bed. sevika’s head rests on mel’s chest as she wraps her arms tightly around mel. mel continuously strokes sevika’s undercut while peppering kisses on her forehead.

“i love you so much, sevika. i’ve never had anyone care about me so deeply and passionately. you’ve never given me one reason not to trust or love you.”

sevika’s arms tighten even more. mel can feel the tears pooling on her chest.

“and i promise i love every single thing we do together. and if i didn’t, my love, i’d tell you. i know what our safe words are. you make me feel cherished and adored. i’m your queen, remember?”

sevika laughs weakly at the reminder. “and i’m your knight in shining armor.”

[starzify]

i’m on my hands & knees begging you to write for a women 🥀🥀. ur talent is being wasted on m*n..

just kidding I LOVE YOU!!! (seriously tho write for a girl)

OMG i would love to but idk who to write for :( gimme some characters

[thedollydiaries]

Ooooo oh my god that Simon anesthesia story was so good 😭

And omg What about a flip of that situation?? Kinda based on that one video where the girl is under anesthesia and her boyfriend kisses her and she’s like “THAT CUTE GUY IS KISSIN ME!! :0”

this is such a cute idea, i love it. i hope it's up to your expectations! sorry it took so long and that it's so short T^T

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 364

warnings: none really, lots of fluff. mentions of surgery, mentions of dental surgery.

a/n: ahhhh first fic since i came back, sorry for the long wait everyone T^T when i regained motivation, i got locked out of my blog for a few hours ans it was very stressful but all is well now and i'm really trying to stick to writing now, so send in all your ideas n requests!

if you were to rate how you felt on a scale of 1 to 10 right now, you’d probably answer 11 with a giggle just from how whacked you were from the anesthesia after your surgery.

simon couldn't take you seriously right now, and it was kind of adorable actually, trying to stiffle his laughter at how shy you were acting around him as if he wasn't your boyfriend.

“how’re you feelin’ there, luv?” he asks with a grin on his face.

“’m great, thanks doctor.”

oh cute. you thought he was your doctor.

“you know who i am, (name)?” simon chuckles.

“i… definitely do. yes.” you reply slowly, confusion evident in your voice but you were determined to not give away the fact that your memory was hazy right now.

“do you now?” another soft chuckle leaves simon as he continues to press you. he leans a little closer to you, suppressing his chuckles when your face begins to burn a little redder from his proximity to you.

“mhm.” you nod, looking up at the man who was clearly trying to tease you into an oblivion.

“well that’s good.” simon says, tipping your head back to look up at him with a gentle grasp on your chin, his tumb and forefinger gripping your face softly yet firmly.

he leans down to press a quick, loving kiss to your lips and the reaction you have is absolutely priceless to simon.

your face is as red as a strawberry and your eyes are wide like dinner plates as you stare up at him in pure shock and awe. simon can't help but let out another, deep chuckle at your reaction.

meanwhile, your mind is racing a million miles a minute.

this cute guy just kissed me! oh my gosh! what do i do? what am i supposed to do?! he just kissed me!

when the man speaks up, you swear you’ve never felt dumber as the memories come back to you like a flood.

“i’m your boyfriend, darlin’. simon, remember?”

you have never felt more embarrassed in your life.

and simon’s never felt more in love.

[b1mbodoll]

hii it’s me again I’m back currently thinking about cockwarming jay while he has a full bladder, or honestly just fucking him while he’s bursting, grinding and bouncing his poor cock on your thigh because he’s so desperate

pairings: park jongseong x f! reader

warnings: omorashi + handcuffs + daddy kink

💌: lets talk asap ☝️ hihi thank u for this omg ur brain is so big for this also i was gonna do a lil cockwarming scenario but then i couldnt help myself so i hope this is to ur liking ^^ ps i didnt know how to end this so sry if it seems rushed :x

while jay is usually the one taking the lead in the bedroom and pleasuring you, he’s not opposed to letting you use him to get yourself off which is how he found himself handcuffed to your bed, cock leaking as he begged you to let him go.

but how could you when he looked so delicious?

“don’t worry daddy, ‘s okay ‘m gonna make you feel good.” you purred, straddling him and slipping his thick cock inside your cunt.

he bit his lip, handcuffs clanging against the headboard as he struggled to contain himself when you clenched around him. “d-don’t move princess, please, oh fuck! i cant-”

he cut himself off with a moan, mouth hanging open while you rode him, dragging your nails down jay���s chest before harshly pressing down on his abdomen.

“let go daddy, wan’ you t’fill me up so bad, i need it,” you mewled. the sound of your wet cunt filling the room along with your soft cries of pleasure and jay’s breathy pleas to stop moving, but you couldn’t help it!

you were so close and the thought of making him feel so good he pissed himself as he fucked you was too enticing.

a choked out groan escaped him and he started to thrust into you, matching your pace in an attempt to help you cum faster. “fuckfuckfuck, feels soso good daddy ‘m gonna cum!”

jay felt like he was losing his mind as you rode out your high. he couldn’t hold back anymore, a continuous stream flooding your tight walls as you milked him for all he was worth.

you can tell when he’s done and you’re so overwhelmed by how full you feel. “god, you’re evil, sweetheart. you’re a filthy little thing aren’t you? takin’ advantage of your daddy like this,” a faux pout adorning his face as you unlock the cuffs, leaning down to press a quick peck to his lips, “‘m sorry daddy, jus’ wanted to make you feel good.”

[baekhyunsbestie]

expanding on baekhyun beating it to his so's pics to say imagine him facetiming her in the middle of it cuz he needs to really see herrrr and ur like hi bby wait why is ur face so concentrated and also why is ur arm moving up and down underneath the camera and OH o_o

omgggg i can picture this sooooo vividly it hurts 😭😭😭😭 i literally had to write about it!!!!

18+/MDNI!! | wc: 1.6k+

you and baekhyun have each other’s locations shared, as couples and loved ones often do these days. he’s currently out of the country for a packed schedule and won’t be back for a few more days. you’ve both adjusted to the chaos of his life, as hard as it can be. but the bond you share? unshakable, no matter the distance or time apart.

tonight, though, he’s lying alone in his hotel bed, missing you more than usual. he knows you had plans with your friends, a rare night out you’ve been needing for a while. he checks the time: 11:30 p.m. back home. too early for you to be back, and he knows it.

still, he can’t help himself. he checks your location.

still at the bar.

he exhales, sinking deeper into his pillow. he doesn’t want to bother you. you deserve this—an escape from the stress that’s been weighing you down. he’d rather you enjoy yourself than feel guilty for being out late.

so instead, he unlocks his phone and opens instagram, likely to doom-scroll through endless posts, letting the minutes slip away as he waits for you to get home safely and for the comfort of your nightly goodnight call.

but then, your story flickers onto the screen, pulling him in, a sudden spark in the otherwise dull scroll.

the first post is a mirror selfie: hair falling just right, effortlessly perfect, makeup soft yet glowing, and that simple black dress—one of his many favorites—clinging to your curves in all the right ways. when he notices the timestamp, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. you sent this to him first. it’s a small gesture, but it makes his heart swell.

the next slide is a quick clip of you and your girls, all glammed up, drinks in hand, raising your glasses with laughter as the music blares in the background. your happiness is so tangible, so infectious, and it warms him to see you this carefree.

then, there’s a repost from your friend. it’s a grainy but adorable video of you and her dancing, swaying in sync with the beat. the way you playfully twerk on her, both of you giggling uncontrollably, is far from suggestive—just two besties reveling in the moment.

but baekhyun is a man. and men? they think with their dicks.

his mind wanders, lingering on the way that dress clung to you, the way your body moved. and now, no matter how much he tries to focus on how happy you look, he’s suddenly cursing the miles between you, wishing for the kind of proximity that doesn’t involve a screen.

he checks the time again: 11:37 p.m.

the urge to reach out to you—text, call, anything—burns hotter with every passing second. he’s jittery, restless, the kind of edgy that leaves his leg bouncing uncontrollably. would you even answer if he called? the thought gnaws at him. god, he misses you. he misses the nights you’d stumble out of bars, dialing him with drunken, slurred words. how you'd insist you weren’t done drinking because the only thing left on your menu was him.

shit. the memories alone have him stiffening in his bed, blood rushing south faster than he can stop it. the sound of your drunk giggles, your uninhibited honesty spilling out between hiccupped words. the way your hands would roam without permission, needy and brazen. he exhales a shaky breath. the ache in his boxers is unbearable now.

he can’t take it anymore.

his fingers unlock his phone, navigating to the photos app to access the hidden folder only you know about. his secret stash. a digital gallery of you: alone, with him, under him, and on top of him. his free hand drifts to his leaking cock as his thumb swipes through the memories.

you knew about this folder, of course. you had your own—filled with matching treasures. you both had this shared indulgence, a mutual obsession. pictures and videos from every angle: your hands clutching the sheets while he buried his face between your thighs. you straddling him, his camera catching the perfect view of your curves. shaky, raw footage of backshots, his hands leaving fiery-red imprints on your skin as you moaned his name into the mattress.

you needed these to survive the nights apart, a remedy for the distance that stung like a wound that wouldn’t heal.

truthfully, even if you saw each other every day, you’d still keep these folders. you both had a thing for cameras, for the thrill of capturing your rawest moments together.

his fist wraps around his length, the other clutching his phone as he presses play. it’s a video of you riding him, your hips grinding against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. the camera shakes slightly—it’s shot from his perspective, the faint tremble of his arm betraying how badly he was already losing it then.

his lips part, breath hitching, and his heart pounds loud enough to drown out the rest of the world. but it’s not enough. it never is. he needs more.

he needs you.

he taps the screen, fingers shaking as he hits 'facetime.'

you answer on the second ring.

it’s 12:55 a.m.

your face comes into view, filling the screen with a teasing smile as you nudge open the door to your shared penthouse. the faint hum of city lights spills in behind you, but all your attention is on him. one glance is enough—his brows are knitted together, lips slightly parted, the cool glow of his phone illuminating his face and glistening off his glossy lips. you know exactly why he’s calling.

“hi, baby,” you slur, voice syrupy with just enough bite, “i miss you so much.”

“i miss you too, my angel,” he exhales, his voice barely more than a whisper, chest rising and falling in measured, aching pulls. from where you stand, you see everything—the way his shirt clings to his body, damp in all the right places, the faint quiver of his lips holding back words he’s too desperate to say. the sound of his breath, uneven and needy, fills the air between you. his gaze burns, molten and consuming, pouring his hunger into every inch of your skin.

you giggle, a sound light and teasing, as you saunter toward your shared room. "i can tell, lover."

his smile is shy, almost boyish, but not enough to stop the slow, steady stroke of his hand over his aching length. "home already?"

you nod, a quiet hum slipping past your lips as you step into the closet, the soft shuffle of your feet muted against the carpet. your fingers trail over the familiar fabrics until they find your favorite pajamas. as you pull them from their place, you cross the room to the dresser, propping your phone against its edge. the glow of the screen bathes the space in muted light, capturing him on the other side—his hand moving with practiced rhythm, his flushed face a picture of unguarded bliss, every gasp and twitch drawing you deeper into the moment.

"ya looked so beautiful tonight. fuck—" his words falter, the shaky gasp making your thighs press together. "y’know i love that dress on you. can’t believe i wasn’t—hah—there to fuck you in it."

you grin, a wicked curl tugging at the corners of your lips. “i could keep this dress on a little longer for you if you’d like me to, baekhyunie,” you purr, your voice a delicate weave of honey and innocence, teasing just enough to leave him craving.

his breath hitches, a sharp exhale breaking free as his head falls back, throat exposed in a display of surrender. “hah— fuck, s-say that again,” he rasps, eyes clenched shut like he’s bracing himself against the tidal wave you’ve unleashed. his hand moves faster now, the slick sound of his strokes filling the space between you.

you tilt your head, feigning naivety, your eyes wide and sweet like sugar dusted cherries. “huh? say what, baekhyunie?” your voice lilts with mock innocence, the act so it’s almost cruel.

as you shift, the delicate strap of your dress slips, baring your shoulder and collarbone—a canvas of temptation. soft, lickable, and oh-so-bitable. baekhyun's gaze sears through the screen, his mind unraveling with reckless fantasies, aching to bridge the distance and claim you, over and over again, losing himself in you until the sun rises.

the sight of you, the way his name drips from your lips—it’s his undoing. his rhythm falters, the once-steady motion of his hand becoming erratic, desperate. he’s unraveling, and you can see it in the furrow of his brow, hear it in the staggered cadence of his breath. you lean closer, your voice dropping into a sultry whisper.

“gonna cum f’me, baekhyunie?”

the way your voice softens his name, rolling off those plush lips, breaks him into pieces. the sensation crashes over him, an overwhelming rush that leaves him shaking, the heat of his release spilling in thick, white streaks across his toned stomach, splattering his shirt in wild, chaotic lines. your name escapes him in a breathless murmur as he rides the last tremors of his high.

you smile, satisfied with the mess you’ve made of him, the power you wield with nothing but your voice and a knowing glance.

as he comes down, his chest heaving, baekhyun peels his ruined shirt off, using it to clean himself up. when his face reappears on the screen, there’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, a wicked curve to his mouth.

“your turn, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice still rough with pleasure.

[kolyubov]

HIII!! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)/ I so love how you write Fyodor!!! Could I request Fyodor with a wise and optimistic s/o??? (it can be oneshot, headcannons, or drabbles :3)

To add on this, s/o is able to keep up with Fyodor's daily rants about philosophy or literature that includes deep meanings. S/o is sophisticated and quite esoteric with their world views, always drowning themselves in knowledge but never really being able to just fall into pessimism from the amount of awareness.

I just love imagining Fyodor bringing up how all sinners should be exterminated while s/o just completely turns his point around by giving some optimistic thought like, "All sinners are capable of redemption. Virtue reaches its limits once it approaches the complexity of man." (whatever that means) and then Fyodor's all baffled because why is his s/o like this??? And he doesnt even mean it negatively. Hes just shocked.

I feel that Fyodor would find it so refreshing to have an s/o like that. He may be a dedicated man who wouldn't change his plans just because his s/o talked him out of it, but he would still deeply respect his s/o and their views.

I APOLOGIZE IF THIS REQUEST WOULD BE TOO HARD(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) please take care and thank youu!! ^_^

Fyodor with an optimistic s/o!

✧ pairing. Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!reader

✧ word count. 996

✧ contents. fedya in love

✧ author's note. HIHIII NONNIEEE!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this request is so interesting! and thank u for liking the way I write Fedya, I try my best <3

I really like this trope. Fyodor being merciless about people and the reader being the complete opposite by being optimistic.

honestly I had to search what esoteric means,,, and I'm still not sure if I understood it correctly (╥﹏╥)

I hope you like this and I'm sorry that this took so long :((

It's impossible to change Fyodor's view of the world, the society, or its people. As much as you try to convince him of the opposite —with solid proof— of his negative beliefs in certain topics, he refuses to accept them. Of course, he utterly respects your opinion; you're very smart and he knows you have knowledge about whatever topic in hand you two might be facing, as well as many others.

You think it's maybe because of the way he lived; the things one experiences are the main reason why someone acts or thinks the way they do, most of the time. So, that means that Fyodor probably had experience meeting lots of people who were “sinful” and “foolish” as he describes them in every single deep conversation that the two of you have.

Aside from the debates, Fyodor adores being able to discuss philosophical things with you— his lovely partner turning serious as he speaks, carefully listening to everything he has to say with those big eyes just makes him fall deeper in love. He's never going to directly tell you how much he enjoys it, you just have to get the hint.

Currently, Fyodor was sitting on his desk, his ushanka resting on the table among a few documents scattered on the surface— documents with government agents' faces on them and long paragraphs, a lot of words were underlined with fluorescent highlighter.

He was completely immersed in his work until he felt a pair of soft hands massaging his tensed shoulders; which was enough for him to lose focus.

“Fedya, do you not feel tired?” Your words make him sigh. Maybe he was overworking himself again, but that doesn't matter when all of this is in order to purge the world from sin.

He closes his eyes, enjoying the gentle rub on his back that is eventually making him feel drowsy. Regardless of how dangerous of a man Fyodor is, the touch of his beloved reduces him into a soft lovesick puppy— though he tries to hide it.

A smile spreads across his face when you turn his head to the side, hooking a finger under his chin, and pressing a tender kiss on his cold lips that leaves him yearning for more when you pull away.

“Leaving so fast?” He asks when he sees that you're walking away. You might as well take responsibility for distracting him from his work. “Wouldn’t you prefer to have a small chit-chat with me?”

And since you have nothing else better to do, you decide to walk back to his desk, sitting across from him.

“You see, sweetheart, I have been reading these papers for the next meeting… All of these are government members who belong to the plague that must be eliminated from the world for the sake of it. They’re sinners.”

He leans back against his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Sinners tend to be selfish, only chasing their own tail in circles like a lost dog, doing anything for their own primal desires and then being hypocrites about it.”

A small laugh leaves his lips as he tilts his head to the side; Clearly, he knows this is the time when you're going to refute.

“People are not sinners forever...” You murmur while looking down at the papers, trying to give it a quick read, but Fyodor could perfectly hear your sweet voice in that slightly pouty tone.

Even as his partner you know you can’t change the way he thinks or stop him from reaching his vile goals, and as much as you don’t like seeing other people's lives slip away by Fyodor’s hands, you can’t do anything about it.

“Oh, love. I feel like if you were in my place, looking at all these faces and the stories behind them, you'd think otherwise.”

“No, Fedya.”

Fyodor's eyes widen at the way you said it, a stern tone that immediately gets his attention.

“Humans are fragile things, in body and mind.” You look at him straight into his eyes, not realizing how serious you sound by now, “And their mind can be corrupted by different situations they face during their short life…”

The man in front of you raises an eyebrow, carefully listening.

“That's how they turn “sinners”, by suffering through their life, but I think that they can be saved… not in the way you think, not by being exterminated… ending their lives is not the solution.”

“Then what do you think the solution is?”

Your eyes follow Fyodor as he stands up slowly, taking slow steps before standing behind you, “I'm all ears, dear.” The way he says it sounds menacing as he places a kiss on your cheek.

“Sinners are capable of redemption… There are a lot of ways one can be ‘saved’, some people might choose God, and others might choose their family or friends, but what matters is the capacity one has to be able to get out from the dark pit of suffering to stop being selfish and sinful.”

You don't dare to look at Fyodor, afraid of what he might think, afraid he thinks your optimistic way of thinking is just dumb.

But then you hear his soft laugh as he grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, “You're so cute.” A nervous laugh escapes your lips, and before you can speak, his lips are over yours.

Truth be told, he does take you very seriously, but his heart flutters each time you show that smart side of yours. Fyodor feels proud of having you by his side.

As he pulls away, he pecks your cheek again, “You surprise me every time, dear.” He walks back to his seat, still smiling softly at you.

“I'd like to keep talking to you but at the same time, I need to work… So why don't you help me choose who deserves to be my first victim to be saved?”

© 2024 pinklacydovey

[jumpingjoltiks]

Happy New Year I hope you had a great day and I have a request, you can refuse it if you want, I couldn't help but think what would happen if the reader had an accident or was attacked by someone obsessed with sugar daddy!submas or another situation, one day reader show up with some bandages all over their body?

Have nice day!

A very late happy new year and a happy early valentines day to you too! <3

TWs for sugar relationships, medical settings and practices, car crashes, and an attempted assault.

You’ve had an accident.

You wake up a little dizzy and weirdly numb. Wherever you are isn’t a very comfortable place to be laying down. The lights above you are a little much to be looking into, and you have to blink a few times before you adjust to it. The smell of bleach and other chemical cleaning products stings your nose. Your back can feel the frame of the bed through the thin mattress. A heavy cast is over one of your legs, which is elevated and hanging from a sling above you. Everything is a sterile white.

You look around and try to get your bearings. A hospital room. How did you end up there?

The last thing you remember was dodging out of the way of a bicycle as it came around the corner toward you.

You’d stumbled into the street.

A loud, blaring honk.

You’re lucky to be alive, you think.

The fabric of the bed is soft against your fingers as you stretch them, trying to determine how much range of motion you have. You lift your arm and reach for a remote that has a single button on it labeled “nurse”. Your chest hurts like hell when you do, but you manage to grab it and press down.

A very worried-looking woman rushes into the room almost immediately, her pink hair spilling over her shoulders – a Nurse Joy. She fusses over you for a moment before settling down again.

She explains that you were rushed to the hospital after being hit by a car. You looked a lot worse than you were, but you had a complex fracture in one of your legs, two broken ribs, and a mild concussion.

You’d been delirious with pain when the paramedics wheeled you in, and they’d had to administer sedatives in order to set the bones and start repairing the damage. You’ve been asleep all night.

She assures you you’ll make a full recovery, but that they’ll be keeping you for a day or two more to keep an eye on you.

You don’t have any emergency contacts formally listed, but someone among the staff has recognized you as the Subway Bosses’ partner. Nurse Joy asks if you’d like them to be contacted. You give assent, and consider putting them down as your contacts, but thinking too much makes your brain feel fuzzy – like the conclusions you want to draw are just out of reach.

Ingo and Emmet are there within fifteen minutes.

While you’ve been getting patched up by the doctors, they’ve been beside themselves with worry.

You were scheduled to have a call with them the evening before. You never let the phone ring more than once or twice, so when you didn’t pick up after several attempted calls and a half dozen texts, they decided to swing by your apartment… just to make sure you were okay. Of course, you weren’t there.

They spent the night wandering town, looking for you in every spot they could imagine. They contacted everyone they could think of to see if anyone had seen or heard from you.

So now Ingo and Emmet perch, relieved, at your bed-side, thankful that they didn’t have to file any reports with the police. Each holds one of your hands as they go over everything that’s happened with you.

Emmet assures you that they’ll take care of everything – the bills, the paperwork, whatever you need. All you have to do is rest and get better.

Ingo’s thumb gently brushes over the back of your hand. He’s unusually quiet, but as he looks at you with misty, silver eyes, you understand. There is so much he wants to say, but he can’t. At least, not right now.

They leave late that evening, and only when insistently ushered out by a very bossy chansey, with many promises to visit you again tomorrow.

A pair of large bouquets are brought in first thing in the morning, one black and one white, and are placed on the two bedside tables at either side of your head.

They’re delivered with a new cell phone (you notice appreciatively that it's the newest model), as yours was shattered in the accident. Ingo and Emmet’s numbers are already put in. They’ve each sent you a handful of texts, assuring you that they’d be visiting in the evening and updating you on the early morning events in Gear Station. Emmet has sent you a selfie of himself, Ingo, archeops, and haxorus that you immediately set as your background.

You rest easy the remainder of the day, knowing that Ingo and Emmet will be back again to see you when work ends, and that they’ll be escorting you home. Everything will be okay.

Somewhere, in another universe…

It’s a big night for you and the twins – you’ve been invited a charity gala.

You slip on the sparkling black outfit that Ingo bought for you the last time you went out together. You admire yourself in the mirror; turning this way and that, smiling as the shimmering garment catches the light like a thousand stars.

When you exit the room, both of the twins’s gazes fall to your figure.

Ingo is locked in place, staring, his mouth slightly open. What a vision you are.

Emmet smiles, but narrows his eyes. Next time you go clothes shopping, he’ll make sure you’re on his arm instead of Ingo’s. As nice as you look, you’d look even nicer in white.

---

The paparazzi are taking photos of you when it happens.

You haven’t even entered yet. You’re standing between Ingo and Emmet – each of them with an arm around you. You smile warmly to the crowd, waving as you pass.

Time slows to a crawl. A figure shoves their way to the front.

Someone jumps from the crowd and rushes toward you. Gasps and shouts ring out as they lunge toward you, a huge hand reaching directly for your neck.

A pair of security guards are on them immediately. The attacker is on the ground and pinned before they ever reach you.

Emmet has pulled you behind him, putting himself between you and the attacker, with Ingo covering your back. Both of them have a hand on the pokeballs at their waist. You’re shaken nonetheless, and who wouldn’t be? You’re all ushered quickly inside.

The incident was only a few seconds long, but it felt so much longer. Your heart pounds in your throat as you cling to Emmet’s sleeve and Ingo wraps his arm steadily around your waist. They’re silent as you three walk into the foyer, two stone pillars keeping you together.

You’re quickly directed to a private side room. Ingo holds you while Emmet has some very firm words with the organizer at the door.

After a bit, you pull yourself together. You assure them you’re okay, but that you’d like to go home. Ingo and Emmet nod in agreement. The night is completely ruined for all three of you.

The organizer has already prepared a small handful of security guards to escort you to the back entrance. You’re back in your limo within a half hour of arriving, never having even seen the inside of the gala. You sit comfortably snuggled between Ingo and Emmet; their arms are wrapped around you, trying to bring some sense of comfort and safety back to the world.

You spend the night at their place – none of you want to be apart from each other right now. Ingo puts a movie on and Emmet pulls out a huge, fluffy blanket that he wraps around all three of you as you settle onto the couch.

It’s the middle of the night when you feel yourself coming out of a doze. Your head is on Ingo’s shoulder. Someone’s hand is soothingly rubbing your back. The brothers are speaking softly to each other, as though trying not to wake you. Something about hiring personal security guards…

Whatever it is, you can’t find it in you to worry right now.

With someone you care for on each side of you, you feel safer than you ever have.

[blkkizzat]

There is an embarrassment you cannot describe with accidentally telling someone love you cause you aren't paying attention. I just did that AT work. So while I die of humiliation.

Accidental I love you to your jjk man.

Kento Nanami does not miss a beat and says it back. It's cute and romantic and he's smiling so gently about it.

Satoru Gojo teases the fuck out of you about it. "You love me? You looove me you wanna kiiiiiss me!" It's ridiculous and childish. And your head is in your hands as you die slowly of embarrassment. He's consistently trying to get you to look at him and say it.

Geto only raises an eyebrow and smirk/ smiles at you. You're embarrassing yourself trying to explain it. But there is no explanation. You're just stuttering and making it worse.

Sukuna grunts. He's not saying it back. But like...you can say it again. He enjoys how warm your face got when you said it.

waiiit lmfaooo like how was it like a "haha omg i luv u!" cause you can totally play that off. or maybe i just tell people i love them too easily cause i tell everyone "luv ya!"

bae remember its only awkward if you make it awkward! if you dont miss a beat other people wont either, even if they do think like "omg she said she loved me" they will start to think they the weirdos and took it the wrong way jkecajdbfckjsdhfb.

but i love this for the jjk men.

Nanami says this to me im melting in a puddle on the spot.

Gojo is getting slapped,

See Geto might make me sweat a lil bit. He the only one who can match my manipulation and bullshit. We would literally just have a staredown to see who would crack first.

Sukuna I'm saying it all the time cause I feel like if you say it enough, even just teasing hes gonna start to get a lil red too.

toji is just saying something stupid like "yeah ma I know ya do" and maybe slap your ass too kjchdkjhf.

choso is going to pass out. it dont even matter if you meant it or not. he thinks you did. and get ready for the cutest most endearing reciprocation once he wakes up.

[navybrat817]

ALPHA SILVERFOX BUCKY?????? TAKE ALL MY GODDAMN MONEY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

Also….is there any chance…..since yk it’s A/b/o…..that there might be some breeding kink in the mix? Asking for a friend.

I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH SND CANT THANK YOU ENOUGH AND CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS YOU ARE AN ANGEL

Too, too kind, nonnie! You lovelies are going to make me cry. And then our alpha is going to have to kiss away my tears.

I feel like it's against the rules of omegaverse if there isn't some sort of breeding kink thrown in there. Now that doesn't necessarily mean really breeding her. That's something they need to discuss. But the kink... 😏

But I can't wait to share more. Love and thanks! ❤️