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churipu · 5 months

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Hellooo! I saw ur reqs wer open and I wanted to know if its oknif ok if u can write abt the jjk men being their for their gf's performance/exhibit for school or work when their family or friends can't make it?

(I love how how the way you write them as well! I found u through the nanami oneshot and I've just been on ur masterlist reading through all of ur fics and drabbles, esp now with me going through the same thing as above 💛)

𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐓 .ᐟ

❪ jjk men showing up in your art exhibition when nobody did ❫

────── 𝕴 . featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, itadori yuuji x fem! reader

────── 𝕴 . warnings. none :)

note. hi nonnie :( thank you so much for the love, i'm so sorry for the delay, i'm so sorry that happened to you. i'm 100% sure whatever you were presenting to everyone was awesome! i love you <33

𝜗𝜚 . GOJO SATORU

gojo has received your heads up regarding an art exhibit a week prior. he'd notice the way you've been very very excited about having your art work presented for people to see. and he's happy to see you happy.

he made it extra clear he wanted nothing with the jujutsu world the day your exhibit was held — all he wanted was a nice and peaceful day to spend with his partner. gojo woke up extra early to send you off, helping you get ready.

the way your smile lit up his morning, he couldn't even get back to sleep right after, seeing how happy you are with today. gojo can't even wait for the time to struck twelve for the exhibition opening, and so he got there an hour early.

he was silent with his movements, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his grasp as he paced around the crowded area — blue eyes averting everywhere to look for you. with his height, finding you wasn't too hard for him.

pushing through oceans of humans, he stood right in front of you. the solemn look on your face doesn't go unnoticed, "hi, baby."

you look up to see him and crack a smile, "you came."

gojo grins down at you, "of course i did, can't miss my girl's exhibition, can i?" his large hand covered the top of your head, "why the frown? are you not happy to see me?"

chuckling, you shake your head, "no. my parents couldn't make it, they were too busy with work."

and you were so excited to show them your art work too. gojo didn't forget the way you rambled on about how your parents were going to love it — especially when it was dedicated to them. and they butchered it up by choosing work over you.

this time, gojo frowns along with you, "they didn't show up?"

with a shake of your head, gojo pulls you into his embrace, "i'm sorry that happened, show me everything? i arrived here an hour ago to see you, you know?"

"one hour? so early and for what?"

"to see you, silly. i couldn't wait to see all your works," he pressed his lips onto your forehead, "and this is for my beautiful girl."

he handed you the bouquet and laced his fingers with yours, "let's get some food after this? it's a date."

"it's a date!" you smiled, no longer feeling upset.

𝜗𝜚 . NANAMI KENTO

people always tell you to never get excited over small things, but you couldn't help it — the slightest things made you really happy, but at the same time, the slightest things made you sad as well.

i'm sorry, can't come to the exhibit. something came up, i'll try to swing by next time y/n! maybe next year? sorry :(

you read the text over and over again. this should be fine, (friend) was probably just busy with their day so they couldn't drop by — no matter how hard you try to convince yourself that it was fine. you didn't feel like it. they promised.

"i'm sorry i'm late, y/n."

turning around to look at the source of the voice, there stood your boyfriend. sweat dribbling down the side of his face, hair disheveled with shallow and rapid breaths. he looked like he just ran a marathon.

"kento? i thought you couldn't make it—"

nanami shook his head, "i made time for you, i will always make time for you," he gave you a small smile.

"you're not late, just in time actually," you switched your phone off, shoving it inside the back pocket of your jeans, "thank you for coming for me."

he wiped his sweat, standing up straight, stepping towards you, "where are your friends? they should be here now, are they not?"

the corner of your lips tugged downwards. it was embarrassing as it is, and now you had to tell him that they weren't coming. it's like a slap to the face, "um . . . they aren't coming. something came up, and i guess they couldn't come."

nanami's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he said nothing. his hand reached out for yours, giving it a slight squeeze, "spend the rest of your day with me?"

you blinked, "how about work?"

"don't worry about my work, you come first, understood?" he brushed his fingers through your hair, pulling you in for a brief kiss.

𝜗𝜚 . ITADORI YUUJI

maybe the fact that your parents were workaholics made you a better person. maybe the fact that your parents were workaholics pushed you to do better — like a cry for attention. but for some apparent reason, they never seemed to be satisfied with what you're doing.

"art brings you no good, what are you going to be? an artist? do you know how much they earn a year?"

don't be an artist this. don't be an artist that. it was pretty expected that your invitation for them was discarded with no thoughts behind. hell, they didn't even spare it a glance.

and yet, the little girl in you still hoped that they'd show up — even just for a while.

they didn't, it should be obvious. you saw it coming, but it still hurts anyways. however, itadori yuuji showed up; and he was like a ball of sunshine, so you couldn't help but to be happy as well. especially with how packed his schedule is, he still made the time to stop by.

"baby!"

"yuuji!"

he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a tight hug, carrying you around with ease, "sorry i came a little late, kugisaki needed me to bring her shopping bags back to the cab. where are your parents? they should be here, right?"

right. they should have.

"no, they didn't come," you murmured into the crook of his neck before pulling your head back with a sad smile plastered to your face, "but i'm okay, you're here now!"

yuuji puckered his lips out slightly, "i'm going to pester gojo-sensei to let me off for the rest of the day, i need to be here with you."

you shake your head, "you can't, what if you have a mission?"

"fushiguro can take over, pretty. don't worry about my missions," yuuji replied, nuzzling his nose to the side of your face, "plus, how can i leave you alone here, huh?"

"you're the sweetest, yuuji. but what if it's an important mission?" you pinched his cheeks gently, pulling them.

"fushiguro can take over, he's strong. and there's kugisaki, and the second year students. they'll manage," he retorted, pecking your cheek before letting you down.

"you're too nice, yuuji."

"i love you. and show me your works, i can't wait to see them, you know? kugisaki wanted pictures!"

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minminyoonjii · 8 months

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What about minchan smut where they go out to a convenience store together to grab snacks for their movie night only to bump into someone and instantly fall head over heels with them and end up bringing them back to their house and railing them into oblivion turning them cock drunk and brain dead?

-🤍🦇 if I may

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🕯Summary: Movie night snacks are always essential. Who knew bumping into a wall would lead to this?

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Definitely, 🤍🦇-nonnie hehe. First fic after a while, I hope it's good.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 2.3K

"Hyung, did you get everything?" Minho asked, hooking his chin over Chan's shoulder. "Looks about everything. Are you sure this is enough pudding?" he teased, running his fingers through Minho's hair. Minho tsk, nipping Chan's ear, "Very funny, hyung," he muttered. Chan chuckled, "If that's all, we should be good then," he said, walking ahead, facing Minho. A firm grunt escaped his lips when he bumped into something.

You winced, thankful that the cans you held didn't fall on you. Chan's eyes widened, "Oh shit, sorry," he apologised, helping you up. You coughed up a laugh, "It's fine, but to my defence. I didn't expect a walking wall." you said, eyeing Chan's build. He chuckled, rubbing his neck sheepishly, "Yikes, sorry again," he said, picking up the things you dropped. Minho snorted at his boyfriend's blush-tinted cheeks.

Chan gulped, taking a good look at you as he handed the cans. You smiled, oblivious to his blatant stare, "So, movie night snacks or just stock up?" you asked, gesturing to the handful of snacks. Minho blinks, hitting Chan's shoulder subtly, "Movie night, what about you? That's quite a number of canned fruits," he rambled, snapping out of his daze. Minho chuckled inwardly, "Don't you think it's rude to question a person's grocery choices, hyung?" he teased, rubbing Chan's ears.

You giggled, "Well if he's being rude, then I'm ruder for bringing it up," you said, taking Minho aback. Minho's jaw dropped into a slight agape before he blinked out of it, "I didn't mean like that, I just-," he said, flustered by your comment. Chan chuckled, rubbing Minho's back, "Deep breaths, baby," he said, egging Minho on. Minho scoffed, biting his tongue before burying his face in the crook of Chan's neck. You cooed, "Aww, I'm sorry if I made you shy," you said, looking at Minho sympathetically.

"It's okay," Minho mumbled, peeking out briefly. Chan felt his heartthrob, "Since you have the drinks and we have the snacks, why don't you come to our place for a movie?" he suggested, letting his emotions take the lead. You freeze, "Huh?" you questioned, wondering if you heard wrong. Chan cleared his throat, "I meant what I said, would you like to hang out with us?" he asked, his fingers over Minho's firm arms wrapped around his waist.

You bit your lips, weighing the pros and cons until you decided 'Fuck it, they're hot,'. With a deep inhale, "I'm down," you agreed, smiling at them. Chan mimicked one back, "Great, our car is out front. If you don't mind we can ride it together," he prompted. You nodded your head, "Fine by me," you said, laying your purchases on the counter. Minho turned to face you, "My name's Minho," he said, waiting for yours in return. You chuckled, answering him, "And you?" you questioned, looking at Chan.

"Oh, I'm Chan. I didn't realise the late introduction," he said, carrying the items. You shrugged, "Me neither," you said, growing comfortable with their presence by the second.

"Nice place you got here," you said, setting the ingredients aside. Minho hummed, "It's very minimal," he said, pouring the snacks into containers. You nodded, "I bet your rooms showcase your personalities well," you said, mixing up the punch. Chan nodded, "Our shared bedroom has its spin, but if you really want to know our personalities I suggest a visit to our studio," he said, taking a sip of the punch you made. Puzzles connected in your head, 'They're a couple', you thought.

Minho stood far back behind you, instinctively eyeing the curve of your ass. He tried his hardest to look at something else but he wanted nothing more than to watch your bottom meet his palm. Chan was holding his composure slightly better than Minho, "What were the actual plans for your night?" he asked. You hummed, tasting the punch from the ladle, "Casual night in with shows to binge," you said, deeming the punch sweet enough.

Chan nodded, feeling the drool pool below his tongue at the sight of your glossy lips, "Self-care is important," he said, bringing the things to a coffee table. You purse your lips, "Yup," you said, knowing damn well you were going to spend the night edging your aching cunt. A deep exhale escaped your lips as you tried to shake the idea away. Minho took a seat next to you, "What movie would you recommend to us?" he asked, subtly reaching his arm over your head.

You hummed, "Well there was this show I wanted to start," you said, clicking it. Chan smiled, "Good choice, I think I heard it from somewhere," he said, getting comfortable as he took a seat. All was going well until you remembered why this show was infamous. You gripped the glass, staring ahead. Chan shifted, crossing his leg over the other to hide his growing semi. Minho took deep breaths through his nose, shutting his eyes every once in a while to distract himself from the sheer pornographic moans.

A weak whimper escaped your lips, body heated both from the alcohol and the initial neediness you had. Chan gulped, hearing your sweet whimper over the actor's grunts. Your thighs trembled, pleading for any form of pressure to subdue the craving in your abdomen. Minho grunted, turning down the show "Do you want our help?" he rasped, hair tousled from how much he was brushing it back to distract himself.

You blinked, "Huh?" you questioned, voice barely above a whisper. Minho got on his knees, rubbing your calves, "Do you want us to help you, princess?" he whispered, careful to not make you uncomfortable. You gulped, embarrassment running through your veins at the thought of you being so utterly obvious, "Please?" you questioned, thoughts running through your mind. Chan stroked your hair, "Don't worry, we'll stop the moment you tell us to. Just give us the word and we'll back off," he reassured, patting your shoulder.

Minho nodded, "We just want to help you, sweet thing," he said, letting you rest your palm on the top of his head. You gulped, undeniably horny at the thought of two gorgeously looking men prioritising your consent. Chan hummed, "You can make the first move, little one," he said, tracing circles on your shoulder. You pressed your thighs close, "Kiss?" you asked, turning to face Chan. He chuckled, cupping your cheek, "Close your eyes for me," he instructed, pressing his lips against yours.

You moaned into the kiss, feeling his plush full lips sync with yours. Chan groaned, slipping in his tongue, teasing the roof of your mouth with the tip. Minho grunted a whine, nipping at the fabric of your tights. "Shit, angel. You kiss so sweet," Chan chuckled, pulling back. Low heavy breaths huffed between you, and Chan couldn't help but lick your spit-glossed lip. You shivered a moan, lifting your hips for Minho to tug down your bottoms.

Minho wasted no time to mark your supple skin, nipping and sucking deep bruising bites. Chan cooed at his boyfriend's possessiveness, "Can't leave the kitten to his own devices for too long, princess. Why don't you tighten that grip of yours?" he prompted, kissing down your neck. Your cunt ached to be touched, soaking through those skimpy panties you wore on a whim. You tugged on Minho's roots, bringing his face closer to your warm pussy.

Chan removed his top, defined muscles on sight, "May I?" he asked, brushing his fingers up your top. You nodded, spreading your legs further for Minho to comfortably bury his face against your panties. Chan gripped your waist, pushing the fabric up to show your cute tummy, his thoughts spun at the idea of his cock bulging at that specific spot. "Fuck me," he mumbled, tugging the fabric past your head to admire your body.

Minho worked his tongue the moment his face was inches from your clothed cunt. Drool pooled his mouth, soaking the panties you wore. He pushed the fabric aside only to wrap his lips around your throbbing clit. You bit back a squeal at the sudden zap of pleasure electrifying your abdomen. Minho moaned, hooking your thighs over his shoulders, "So fucking pretty," he grunted, licking down your slit. You whined, arching your back into his mouth "Ah! ah, ah," you moaned, breathlessly.

Chan groped your chest, lips sucking around your sensitive nipples, "They're so hard, princess," he groaned, flicking his tongue. Tears pooled in your eyes, pleasure swimming in your head. Minho shifted lower, using his nose to press on your swollen clit as his tongue stretched out your hole. Your back arched at the intrusion, "There, please, please, please," you pleaded, clawing your nails into the sofa below. Minho huffed out a growl, adding his fingers with his tongue.

A silent scream escaped your lips as your orgasm broke over the edge. "Shit, shit, fuckk," you dragged, moaning. Minho licked your orgasm clean, sucking on the entrance of your cunt. Chan pulled off your chest, "I need to see that expression again, princess," he groaned, manhandling your body across the sofa. You moaned at his strength, arms wrapping around his firm thighs, "Chan," you whined, looking up.

Minho groaned at the aches in his knees, "Hyung, the condom?" he slurred, shaking off the pussy drunk haze. Chan leaned back, grabbing a box, "Here, baby," he said, handing them to Minho. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Fuck, I forgot to ask if you both are clean," you grumbled, the underlying pleasure still clouding your mind. Chan chuckled, brushing your hair back, "We are. I'm guessing you are too?" he asked, kissing your forehead.

You nodded, "Got a test a few weeks back," you said, eyeing Chan's clothed bulge. Chan followed your line of sight, "Ask and you can have it, little one," he said, holding your jaw to face him. You bit back a whine, "Please, Chan. Let me suck your big cock, please," you begged, needing to feel the weight of his throbbing cock on your tongue. Minho moaned at the sight of your curved back, finally able to touch the mounds of your ass, "Sweetheart, this might just kill me," he grunted, slicking his wrapped cock against your folds.

Chan cooed, stripping off his boxers, "Such a sweet little girl," he praised, stroking his cock. You whimpered, slacking your jaw, sticking your tongue out. Minho spread your folds, lining the tip of his cock with your stretched hole, "Relax for me, darling," he whispered, pushing inch by inch into your cunt. You moaned, pressing your cheek against Chan's thigh, "Fuck," you hiccuped, crying at the burning white heat stretching your ribbed walls.

Minho grunted, leaning forward to pant against your shoulder, "She's so fucking tight, hyung," he chuckled, easing his length with gentle strokes for you to get used to. You mewled, urging Chan to shift closer so you could wrap your lips around his throbbing cockhead. Chan cooed, "Aww, don't cry, princess. My cock isn't going anywhere," he said condescendingly, tapping her bottom lip with his leaking slit. You whined, sucking on his sensitive cockhead, melting at the sheer taste of his precum hitting your taste buds.

Chan threw his head back, "That's it, gorgeous," he growled, thrusting his cock firmly. Minho groaned in tandem, dragging his hips to make languid thrusts. He smirked, hitting your ribbed gummy walls "Just look at her fall apart," he grunted, angling his thrusts just the way you needed it. You choked on a sob, bobbing your head to Chan's pace as he held your hair firm. Chan growled, "Uhm, she takes it so fucking well," he praised, feeling the bulge of his cock sliding in and out of your throat.

Your face slicked with tears and drool, broken moans muffled by Chan's girth filling your mouth. Minho slipped two fingers into his mouth, drenching them in spit before reaching down to rub figure eights’ on your sensitive clit. A muffled cry vibrated through your throat around Chan's cock. He groaned, feeling the air get knocked out of him as your throat convulsed around his cockhead. Your body quivered, teetering at the brink. You sniffled, peeking up at Chan's half-lidded eyes.

Minho noticed, quickening his pace when your warm pulsing walls tightened around his cock, "Is our sweet princess about to cum? Go on and cum for us," he grunted, gripping your waist to lay merciless pounding. Chan felt his knees buckled when you sank your nails into his thighs, "Fuck! Gonna, shit, cum," he growled, thrusting his whole length down your throat. You choked, sputtering around his orgasm, trying your hardest to swallow every last drop.

Chan hissed through his teeth, easing his cock out, "Good girl," he chuckled, pushing back his sweat-drenched hair. Minho nosed your neck, marking your skin, "Please, please, princess. Need to feel you clench around my cock," he rambled, grunting into your ear. You whimper, moans falling freely as your body gave out, abdomen tense when your orgasm broke "Fuck, fuck, ah," you mewled, clenching hard around Minho's girth.

He choked on a groan, veins on his neck apparent, "Oh fuck," he keened, filling the condom to the brim. Chan chuckled, kissing you to ease down your high, "Such a perfect little girl," he hummed, pampering kisses all over your face. Minho lifted his head, kissing your cheek, "Took my cock perfectly, princess," he praised, shifting to pressing his lips against yours. You weakly mimicked his movement. Chan brushed your hair back, "I've got a warm bath prepared, do you want to wash up now or more kisses?" he asked.

You gave him a fucked out smile, "Kisses, please," you whispered, growing sleepy by the second. Minho grunted, slipping his cock from your warm walls, "Let me help you up, angel," he rasped, lifting you onto his lap. Chan smiled, standing in front of Minho with your back facing his chest, "More kisses, as granted," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss you until you're satisfied.

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chvoswxtch · 3 months

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hi! could i request a fic where frank is helping reader with urges to relapse in s3lf h@rm? or maybe they already relapsed? if this is not something you’re comfortable writing please feel free to just ignore this :) i’m struggling w/ this lately so it’s just self indulgent for me lmao and your writing is ADDICTIVE. you have such a talent and i hope you’re doing well!! x

my sweet sweet sweet nonnie. I am sending you all the love I possibly can. I am so sorry that you are struggling. I know what it's like to struggle with this, and I promise you it does get better. I know everyone says that and sometimes those words can sound so hollow, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart. it can't rain all the time darling 🖤

I hope you are doing well today, and I hope this brings you the comfort that you need. thank you for trusting me with this, and know that I love you and am so proud of you

just a quick psa to everyone on my frank taglist, because this is such a sensitive topic, i'm not tagging anyone in this one. if you are not comfortable with this topic or if it could be triggering for you, please sit this one out. you will not hurt my feelings, I promise.

warning: mentions of depression & self harm word count: 775

let it out.

Frank noticed everything. He was trained to look for subtle clues of threats everywhere, to anticipate them and quickly conjure a counterattack, or eliminate them before they even got a chance to strike. After that tragic day in Central Park, his sense of hypervigilance only became even more extreme.

Which is why he knew that things were getting bad for you again.

He could see it. That bright sparkle in your eyes that could put the stars to shame grew more and more dim until it was nothing more than achromatic ash. The heaviness weighing down on your chest that turned the subconscious act of breathing into a relentless struggle and made your movements lethargic was like an astral presence only his eyes could detect. He could hear it in your voice, the melodic warmth replaced by an echoing numbness. It seemed as though each day another of your vibrant petals withered and fell until you were rendered a bare and hollow stem.

It killed Frank to see you like this. He wanted so badly to help, he just didn’t know how. You wouldn’t talk to him about it, wouldn’t tell him what you needed. But he didn’t get upset with you, because he figured you might not even know what you needed. He was growing increasingly worried because nothing he was doing seemed to help at all. Fear was an emotion Frank very rarely experienced, but he was terrified that he’d lose you to your own cruel mind.

Things were bad right now, but it would pass. You’d fallen from the clouds of progression, backsliding until the cold hard impact of relapse bruised and rattled your bones, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t find your way back up again. It didn’t erase all the breakthroughs in your recovery. And if you couldn’t make it back up on your own, Frank would carry you himself.

Frank sat with you in the bath, enveloping you in the comfort of his body and the hot water, hoping it would soothe you. Taking care of yourself had become as hard as getting out of bed, but it was okay. He could help you with that. He’d washed your hair, taking his time to massage your scalp before gently rinsing the shampoo out completely. His large and calloused hands slowly and tenderly lathered your skin in the suds of your body wash, not missing a single inch of you.

Your face was as blank as a pure canvas, but there was raw sorrow in your eyes and agony building up along your lash line. Frank held onto you tightly, tracing your self-inflicted scars with the pad of his thumb, applying pressure with each stroke while he spoke quietly in your ear.

“I know it hurts, baby. But you ain’t gotta let it out that way. You can get the hurt out without hurtin’ yourself. You gotta feel it, sweetheart. I know you don’t wanna, I know it feels like it’s too much, but you can’t distract yourself with a different kinda pain. It ain’t gonna make this one go away.”

Frank knew you were listening. He could see the saltwater slipping down your cheeks, your expressionless face slowly morphing into a portrait of unrefined grief. He pressed his lips softly to each of your scars, holding you even tighter in a protective embrace.

“It’s gotta heal from the inside, baby. I know it’s hard, but you ain’t gotta do this alone. I’m right here, sweetheart. Just let go, I got you.”

He could tell that you were fighting it. That you were scared once you opened that door, a tidal wave of misery would devour you entirely and trap you beneath the current until you drowned, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. His deep voice was laced with sincerity and promise as he spoke into your ear again.

“I got you.”

The choked sob that caught in your throat broke his heart. The wail that tore from the depth of your soul was the worst sound he’d ever heard. Your shoulders shook from the impact of your overwhelming emotions, but when you shattered into a thousand jagged pieces, Frank was there to collect them all. He’d patiently help you put them all back together, no matter how long it took. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, gently rocking you as he soothingly ran his fingers through your hair, pressing a reverent kiss to the crown of your head.

“There ya go, that’s it. Let it all out, sweetheart. Take as long as ya need, I’m right here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Just let it all out.”

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catscidr · 8 months

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hi.. hello... may I request a dottore fic w/chronically ill reader? chronically ill as in, can't get enough sleep due to pain, doesn't clean themselves/shower, or doesn't eat a lot due to the pain and loss of appetite.

this part is a bit self indulgent but maybe reader can't walk properly due to it and needs assistance by dottore (or his segments) to hold her hand and let her cling onto them as they walk?

absolutely understandable if not! hope you have a good day :) 🕊

yes!! absolutely!! (included this other ask too bc i felt they were similar enough) im sorry i disappeared for a bit, life happened and this and that and i didn't have time to write and when i did i just.... couldn't write LOLヽ(；▽；) i don't have a chronic illness so i did my best with what i had (google and my own experiences with body pains n stuff(?) ) so pls lmk if there's like. any wording i should change and whatnot. big smoochies to u nonnie i hope this makes you feel at least a little better ♡♡ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a whole lotta fluff, established relationship, dottore is probably a little ooc bc he's very soft, him and The Clones are doting on reader HARD. reader is shorter than the men includes: fem reader, dottore and his segments (Omega is the oldest, Delta is webttore, Iota is the youngest), Columbina is mentioned, fatui npcs are also mentioned wc: 2,3k

The doctor was infamous for being cruel, aloof and barbaric. From his experiments to his way of treating his coworkers, practically everyone that worked in the Fatui wanted nothing to do with him, since even if they happened to not get on his bad side, even being associated with him meant other members of the organization would look at them funny. The only people the Harbinger spoke to daily, apart from you, were his many segments.

The same couldn’t be said for you though. When you could, you’d spend time with Viktor or Ekaterina whenever they were in Snezhnaya, hang out with Damselette when she was free or simply just make small talk with anyone willing to stop by for a chat. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to enjoy other people’s presence since your body’s been feeling quite sluggish as of late, exhaustion seeping into your limbs much quicker than it should. Your predicament made it so that you were confined to the four walls of your room most days, human interaction being limited to Dottore and his clones.

Not that you particularly minded, since they were an entertaining bunch. Dottore took care of you most of the time, but since his job was quite demanding, he couldn’t be there for you all the time. Which is where his segments came in.

“The soup isn’t that hot, and I already blew on it! Just eat already,” Delta grumbles loudly, his patience wearing thin as it made way for aggressive worry to take place. You stick your tongue out at him, a tired and petty act of rebellion despite your situation.

“I dare you to take a sip. For sure it’ll be able to melt your mechanic tongue right off,” you huff in annoyance, both from the minimal hours of sleep you’d been getting and your own patience coming to an end. The man makes a tsk sound, torn between wanting to prove you wrong by humoring your suggestion or wanting to just grab an ice cube and tossing it in the bowl in malicious compliance. He doesn’t have time to decide though, because two people come into your room right as he opened his mouth to reply.

“Prime told me to check in on you,” Omega says as he breaches the doorframe. “You’re taking too long.” he adds, crossing his arms. The older segment stares down at his maskless coworker, lips curling down in a frown. Delta scowls, readjusting himself on your bed- he was sitting to your right, his legs thrown over the side of the bed. He glances over his shoulder at the interruption, scowl now much more genuine as he glares daggers at the older segment.

“I would have been back a long time ago if someone,” he doesn’t hide the way his eyes glance over at your sulking form, “had cooperated with me.” Still holding up the spoon he had tried to feed you previously, he lowers it into the bowl while gesturing for Omega to come closer. The latter walks over to the bed calmly while Iota saunters over to your left side, chatting up a storm about how he’s missed you and asking when you’ll be joining them back in the lab again.

“Maybe if you knew how to speak to women,” the oldest taunts, lips curling into a small grin, the only feature visible on his masked face. You giggle as Delta bites back an insult, purposely ignoring his superior to instead try to make you get something in your system one more time.

“Where’s Dottore?” you ask the Omega segment, turning your face away from Delta. The latter glares at you, handing over the bowl of soup to the other man. Iota suggests feeding you but is quickly dismissed by the other two, much to his dismay.

“Busy. Although he said he would come by to test something, if I recall correctly... didn’t mention what it was, though,” the masked segment says, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off. You nod, eating the spoonful when Omega presents it to you, earning a look of disbelief from Delta. “How are you feeling today?” the oldest asks, tuning out Delta’s many choice words aimed at him. You do the same, focused on eating and taking your time swallowing the food so as to not upset your already sensitive stomach.

“Could be better,” you respond with a sigh. “I feel pain... everywhere. And I’m tired but I can’t sleep,” you add between spoonfuls. Omega nods, letting you rant as he silently listens to you while subtly observing the way your chest heaves up and down, as if your lungs were working overtime to accommodate to an elevated heart rate.

He hums, dipping the spoon in the bowl to feed you again. You shake your head at him and put a hand up in front of your mouth, your brows creasing your forehead. The clone doesn’t push further and instead hands Iota the unfinished bowl of food, quietly asking for him to put it away. The young boy nods eagerly, happy to be of use as he scurries away. Delta follows after him to make sure he doesn’t break anything, but glances behind his shoulder to take one last look at you, worry obvious on his usually irked face.

“How long has it been since Prime has last given your previous dose of aspirin?” he asks, leaning closer to you to push your hair out of your face. Expression scrunched up in discomfort from the sudden food intake, you make a noise of discontentment, a vague answer to his question. He frowns but doesn’t voice his displeasure aloud, instead comforting you through your nausea. Noticing pearls of sweat beading up on your hairline, Omega pulls your bed sheets away slightly, making you more comfortable.

“Can you try swallowing for me?” he asks gently, tilting his head forward and to the side to look at your throat. It takes you a hot second but after some struggle you do as he instructed and swallow, your throat bobbing up as you do, and the segment hums in satisfaction. “Good,” he murmurs quietly, placing one hand on your shoulder to help you straighten your back.

“Let me help you up. Hold onto my hand for me?” Omega asks, helping you slip out of bed, putting a strong arm under yours to help you stand up. You wordlessly interlock your fingers into his own and wobble slightly, knees weak and devoid of strength, but he holds you up, bending his own knees slightly to accommodate your height. The wave of nausea comes and goes, making your legs unsteady as the clone helps you walk towards the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

Delta comes back without Iota in tow and immediately notices your discomfort. His legs work faster than his mind and he’s to your left in the blink of an eye, supporting your weight as well to help you and Omega out. The three of you reach the sink counter and as the oldest helps you sit up on it, Delta squints at his fellow clone.

“Can one of you get my bucket,” you manage to croak out between deep breaths, head slumped forward to rest against Omega’s shoulder. While he rubs soothing circles on your back Delta quickly grabs the bucket you kept in your room, footsteps as silent as he could as to not disturb you. You murmur a quiet thank you to him, sitting up to the best of your ability as you shoot him a grateful smile.

“Are you feeling well enough to bathe or are you still lightheaded?” Omega asks, one of his gloved hands coming up to your forehead. He feels some heat seep through the leather fabric but waits for your answer nonetheless, crimson eyes covered by his mask staring into you. You nod, leaning into the coolness of his hand.

“Mmhyeah, jus’ help me out a bit,” you mumble sleepily, exhaustion taking over your nausea. Delta doesn't need to be told twice as he turns on the tap to fill up the bath, keeping a hand beneath it to make the sound of water splashing in the tub quieter to avoid bothering you.

✧✧✧

With a towel resting over your head and newfound energy flowing through your limbs, you saunter into your partner’s main lab to find him. Omega had left shortly after you finished bathing, begrudgingly telling you that he had to go back to work- but Delta stayed with you long enough to keep you company while you let your eyes rest. He gave you some painkillers- nothing like what Dottore gave you to keep the pain at bay, but it worked as a temporary solution- and you felt energized enough to leave your bedroom to get ahold of Dottore.

Delta walked behind you, not wanting to go back to the laboratory just yet but the last thing he wanted was to leave you alone, his mind working up a multitude of scenarios in which you’d get hurt. Although he was all bark and no bite, he still cared about you immensely- more than he’d ever admit. He watches your hair drip water onto the pristine white tiles as you walk and steps on the water with his boots, smudging the liquid to wipe it away.

“Dottore!” you exclaim happily, eyes lighting up when you finally catch sight of the familiar mop of blue hair paired with his matching tired eyes and scarred skin adorning his face. The Harbinger looks up from his work, eyes displaying a mix of surprise and something akin to irritation- a result from catching him off guard.

“Darling,” he says softly, quietly enough that you barely catch the loving nickname slipping past his chapped lips. “Did you eat?” he asks, brushing the dirt off his hands on his slacks. You engulf his torso in a warm hug, immediately comforted by the familiar faint scent of his cologne and whatever cleaning supply he used in his lab. He returns the hug gently and Delta looks away immediately, flustered at the sight of his boss being publicly affectionate.

You respond with a muffled mhm, refusing to pull away. “Didn’t eat much but it was something. Omega ‘n Delta helped me bathe. Took something for the pain. Now I’m here,” you summarize, face still smushed against him. He hums in approval, but concern still creases his brows as he uses one of his hands to rub up your back and the other to dry off your hair completely using the towel on your head. Delta murmurs an excuse before leaving the premises, not able to withstand the pda.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed,” he says sternly but softly. “I’m working on something that’ll help you in the long run, it’ll do you good to allow your body to recuperate as much as it can. Have you been sleeping alright?”

You slump against him. Of course he’d notice how tired you were even if he couldn’t see your face.

“...No,” you mumble. He doesn’t respond, but you feel his head moving as he looks around his workspace, seemingly looking for something. He lets out a quiet aha when he does and he brings his arms down to your shoulders to push you away.

“I have something you can take to help you sleep. You shouldn’t feel nauseous nor dizzy when you take it as well,” Dottore says, immediately talking about the possible complications before you can even open your mouth to refuse his offer. “I tested it out myself,” he adds, lips curling into a small smile when he sees your face change from a pout to bewilderment.

“You? The great Dottore, ex-scholar of the Akademiya, willingly taking medication to make him sleep? You never get rest, and you expect me to believe you when you talk about sleeping medication?” you say with an amused scoff. Dottore raises a brow at your teasing but doesn’t comment on it, instead he chooses to brush his pointer finger’s knuckle beneath your eyes.

“You should believe me because I never get rest, my love,” he says fondly. “And because your dark circles are so prominent, I could probably see them from the other side of the laboratory.” he adds. You huff but lean into his touch, eyes drooping from the burst of energy catching up on your body. You hear him chuckle under his breath as he shifts his body to grab the medication in question and a syringe with a sterilized needle, preparing the equipment to administer it to you.

“If you get an adequate amount of rest, I’ll take two days off work to take care of you properly. How does that sound?” he asks lightly, flicking the syringe to let out any air bubbles out. You look away with furrowed brows and roll your eyes, but still give him your arm.

“Now you’re just trying to bait me,” you say, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. He shrugs, not arguing with your accusation because you were technically right. When he’s done with the syringe you feel his arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body making you sigh pleasantly.

You can’t tell what it is that makes your body grow so incredibly tired so suddenly; if it was the medication, the strain on your body or if it was because you just felt that comfortable in Dottore’s arms, but you didn’t really care. As you felt Dottore move you to one of his couches, you reach out to grab onto his sleeve to keep him nearby.

He complies, crouching to be at your level as you crack your eyes open to look at him. You murmur a quiet love you and shut your eyes contentedly, smiling softly once you feel his lips make contact with your forehead as you hear him clearly say I love you too back.

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bvckleyydiaz · 1 year

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hi e! I saw your requests are open. Could I get reader discovering how easy it is to make Aaron blush at work? They’re not together (yet) and reader discovers that every time they reach across a table in front of him or brush their fingertips around his handing him something he goes silent and red! I think it’d be a very enjoyable button to push sometimes

sorry that this took so long, nonnie! hope you enjoy!

title: touching, feeling

summary: you decide to have fun making aaron blush at work.

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

word count: 516

warning(s): none that i can think of

a/n: this takes place in the same universe and makes a reference to my fic leap of faith which can be read here. you don't have to read it to understand this, though.

The first time it happens is an accident.

You’d been staying late–or, later than you usually do to finish paperwork that you’d been putting off so that you didn’t have to bring it home with you. You thought that even Aaron had left by now to be with Jack.

“Y/N, do you know where the files from the recent Boise case are?” Your boss’s voice sounds a few feet to your left. He’s overloading himself again.

“Uh, yeah. They’re right here.” You point to the stack to the left of you. He turns toward the sound of your voice, and his eyes find the stack of files he’s looking for.

“Okay, great.” He walks to your desk and reaches his hand out to take them under his arm. You pick up the stack to hand them over to him, and his fingers graze the back of your hand. The skin where he’s touching you tingles with the tiniest zaps of electricity. You both just stand there for a moment, not saying a word to each other, until Aaron clears his throat, thanks you for the files, and goes back to his office.

And once you’re left alone with your thoughts again, you file that interaction away for later.

–

The second time it happens is not an accident. Not in the slightest.

It was another slow morning for the Bureau, so you were using that time to catch up on your case reports. With the file you need in your hand, you make your way back to your desk. That’s when you spot Aaron and Derek deep in conversation at the latter’s desk. The desk that happens to be directly behind yours.

Time to test my theory, you think to yourself.

Passing by Aaron on the way to your desk, your hand comes up to the middle of his back as you go by. “Sorry, boys,” you tell them as you squeeze past them. “Don’t mind me.”

Derek gives you an easy smile. “You’re fine, pretty girl.”

Aaron, for the first time in the many years that you’ve known him, is speechless. He says nothing to you as you pass by him and Derek. Turning to sneak a glance over your shoulder at him, you could've sworn that his ears were pink.

–

“You’re doing it on purpose,” is the first thing Aaron says to you when he sees you later that afternoon as you take your lunch bag out of the break room fridge.

You throw a glance at him over your shoulder. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Touching me,” he clarifies. “You’re touching me on purpose.” There’s something in his voice, but you don’t know what to call it. Not yet, anyway.

You set your lunch bag on the table in front of you and feign a sheepish smile. “I suppose I’ve been caught.”

He tilts his head in bewilderment. “Why?”

You look up at him through your lashes, and the smile from seconds ago has softened into something small and intimate. “Don’t you remember, Aaron? I have a mystery to solve.”

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 year

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Awwwww, I loved your tony fic 🥹 I need to make a request for you. Fem reader is dating tony, and she's virgin (legal age, of course hehe), but she's ready to give her virginity to tony, he's the most romantic and caring with her, the cutest lovemaking, please please ❤️

Touched for the very first time

PAIRING | Tony Stark x Virgin!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.9K

SUMMARY | You and Tony have been going steady for a while, and you're finally ready to take the next step in your relationship. Tony wants to make sure your first time will be unforgettable and takes out all the stops to make you feel like the most special and beautiful woman on earth, which you will always be in his eyes.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Age gap (Reader is in her mid 20's, Tony is in his late 30's), smut [ fingering, protected sex, implied aftercare ].

A/N | Oh, dear Nonnie, thank you for this lovely request! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you will enjoy it too! I'm sorry it took me longer than expected, but I hope it will be worth the wait! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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It is a rainy Sunday night, and you and Tony enjoy a simple dinner with some Italian take-out and a sappy rom-com on the television. These nights are your favorite since you have already spent the entire day by his side in his lab and are enjoying a relaxing evening in the Compound.

However, there is something on your mind, and you need to figure out how to bring it up to your boyfriend. The two of you have talked about the fact that you're still a virgin, and he is very understanding, for which you are incredibly thankful. Right now, however, you're ready to take the next step in your relationship, but you don't know how to tell him.

Tony can feel your eyes practically burn a hole in the side of his head, so he turns his head to yours after pausing the tv. "Is there something wrong, Bubble Butt?" he asks, and you immediately turn bright red at the nickname he gave you when you started dating.

"I, uh, no. I'm sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts, is all," you say, but the flush on your cheeks doesn't go away when Tony keeps staring at you like that.

"And am I allowed to know what you are thinking about?" He asks, taking your hands in his to calm you down. "If there's something on your mind, you know you can tell me, right? Without judgment," he says, and you nod.

"Yeah, it's just… a little uncomfortable for me to talk about," you tell him as the red color on your cheeks deepens even more. "I… Uhm, I want you… to… well Iwantyoutotakemyvirginity," you ramble, but he doesn't quite hear you.

"What is that you said?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to ensure he can hear you.

"I'm ready to take the next step in our relationship, and I would like you to take my virginity," you say as your eyes are screwed shut.

"Okay, as much as I'd love to do that, I want us to talk it through first. It's not a decision to take lightly, so I'd like to talk about it," he says, and you nod.

"Okay," you whisper, cuddling into his side for now.

"First of all, I'm honored that you're asking this of me, but I want to do it right and make it absolutely unforgettable for you. You only have this chance once, so I want to make it special for you, Bubble Butt," he says, and it makes you smile to yourself.

"I appreciate that, but how were you planning on making it special?" You ask, wondering about what he is planning.

"I would like to make it an entire special day, so I would love for you to have a morning at the spa for a massage and get your nails done, both mani- and pedicure. Afterward, I want you to pick out the most beautiful dress and lingerie. I hope you can wear it to the restaurant I'm taking you to that evening. Afterward, I want to make sweet love to you," he says, and your insides are feeling warm and fuzzy at that idea.

"That sounds like the perfect way to do it," you tell him, and you sit up, letting him capture your lips with his pink, soft ones as you moan at the thought. The rest of the evening is spent with many cuddles and kisses, unable to leave each other alone for even a few seconds.

When it's time to go to bed, Tony grabs you and carries you over to the bedroom, plopping you down with a soft thud. "I love you, Bubble Butt," he says, and you grin big, enjoying the nickname he always calls you.

You still remember the first time he called you that in front of all the Avengers. You were over at the Compound and had met everyone for the first time since you weren't an Avenger or a part of S.H.I.E.L.D., to begin with.

He just introduced you to all of them, and now he pulls out your chair like a true gentleman. "Here you go, Bubble Butt," he says, and you sit down with a polite smile, but the both of you are getting a lot of weird looks from everyone.

"What? I think it's sweet he calls me that! Right, Bubba?" you ask Tony and all he can see is pure adoration in your eyes. He nodded in response before leaning over for a small kiss.

The morning you and Tony had talked about finally arrived, and now you're getting ready to go to the beauty salon. He has booked an entire morning for you to get a massage, a full body wax (which you requested), and have your nails done.

You step out of the shower and get ready for the day, putting your hair in a ponytail and grabbing your glasses, not wanting to bother with contact lenses today. You wear a black and brown outfit, ready to take on the day ahead.

Tony invited you to sleep with him at the Compound last night, and you happily agreed; you always love sleeping over there because he has a huge bed, a luxury you can't afford for your small apartment.

Tony already left for an early meeting, and you know he's in his lab working right now, so that's where you're heading; ready to say goodbye for now.

When you open the door, he immediately notices you, and his face turns into a big smile, which Bruce and Steve notice, giving each other a knowing look. "Good morning, Bubble Butt; you look gorgeous today!" he says as he walks over to you.

"Mornin' Bubba. Thank you, I'm heading out to the beauty salon right now, so I'm just saying goodbye," you tell him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him closer, one of his hands on your cheek.

"I can't wait to see how much more beautiful you will be once you come back," he whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss underneath it, teasing just ever so slightly. "I'll probably be busy when you return, but you can let yourself into my apartment and start getting ready for dinner. I'll be up there no later than 6 PM," Tony tells you, and you nod in agreement.

"Okay, good luck with work today. And I can't wait to see you again tonight," you say as you pull him closer by the back of his neck, capturing his lips in a breathtaking kiss. When the two of you pull apart, your biggest grin is on your face, and you wave goodbye to Steve and Bruce. "Bye, guys, it was nice seeing you again!" with that, you're on your way.

Tony hands you one of the keys to his car, and you walk over to it, opening it when you're close. You usually don't enjoy driving his cars, but his newest Tesla was the exception to his rule. Every time you borrow a car, it's this one since it's the least intimidating in your eyes.

The drive to the beauty salon is smooth, and you arrive on time, meaning you can immediately go on with your massage first. "Good morning, I'll be your-"is all the guy who massages you says before stopping mid-sentence.

"Bucky? You are a massage therapist here?" You ask, seeing the super soldier in his white tank top and jeans. His hair is slicked back into a high bun, making him look stunning. "Since when?"

"I've recently started working here a few days a week to get a break from being an Avenger. The calm here relaxes me too, and I enjoy putting my metal arm to good use," he explains as he shows you his metal arm.

"Wow, that's so cool! Sorry if I'm overstepping here, but do you mind if I touch it?" You ask, utterly starstruck by the metal limb, tracing the gold patterns on the black metal.

"Uh, only if you want to," he says, a blush appearing on his cheeks. He's not used to someone reacting that way to his arm. He walks over to you and puts it in front of you, letting you grab it and look at it from all angles.

"This looks amazing…" you whisper, and it makes Bucky smile a little. "Well, thanks. But shall we get started with your massage? You can check it out more when you're at the Compound," he says, and you nod.

"Yeah, sorry," you say, and Bucky leaves the room for you to strip down and get ready on the bed, a towel lying over your butt, covering it. "You can come in, Bucky," you say, and you hear the door open.

The next hour is spent massaging your back, shoulders, and legs, getting you completely relaxed, and having a light conversation between you. "Alright, I'm all done, I will leave now, and Jessica will be with you shortly for your next appointment. It was nice seeing you again," he says, leaving with a smile and a small wave.

You didn't have to wait long for Jessica to arrive because you were barely seated and covered like usual, and she knocked on the door. "Come in!" You say, and a woman with a bubbly personality walks in the door.

"Hi, and welcome to New York Beauty! My name is Jessica - but you may call me Jess - and I believe we're doing a full body wax today. Is this your first time, or have you gotten this done before?" She asks while she prepares the wax and puts on gloves.

"I've gotten this done before, just not here. My boyfriend suggested I'd go here; he comes here often for massages," you tell her, and she nods.

The wax is also over before you know it, and you feel smooth like a baby butt when you're done and ready to pay. The girl at the front desk tells you the total, but you want to add a tip for both Bucky and Jessica. "Will you add a 50-dollar tip for both of them?" You ask, and she happily does.

When that's done, you walk out of the salon, and it's almost lunchtime, so you visit your favorite small bakery. You get your favorite pastry and some s'mores cookies for Tony, together with an iced coffee. When you're about to sit down, your phone rings, and it's Tony FaceTiming you.

You grab your AirPods out of your bag and put them in before answering Tony's call. "Hey, Bubba," you say as you put the phone against the napkin holder on the table, so you can eat.

"Hi Bubble Butt, how is everything going? Having fun without me today?" He asks, sitting down in his office with his own lunch.

"It would be more fun if you were here, but I guess it'll do," you chuckle. "Had a great massage, and I'm all smooth again, so I can't complain. Also, I got some of your favorite cookies!" You tell him excitedly, showing the small box they have been put into.

"Oh, you're way too good for me!" He exclaims with a slight grunt, thinking of the delicious cookies heading his way later. The rest of your lunches are spent with him on the phone until you go to your nail appointment.

"Sorry, Bubba, but I have to go to my nail appointment," you say, and after your goodbyes, you head out and walk there; it's close by, so you decide that's easier.

When you arrive at the salon, you tell the lady behind the desk you have an appointment for both a manicure and pedicure, and you're taken to a big chair for your pedicure first.

"What color are we doing today, ma'am?" The lady asks you, and you look over to all the colors on the wall, finally deciding on emerald green.

She makes quick work of both your feet and hands, and in less than 2 hours, you're done, ready to pick out a dress, a pair of black heels for tonight, and a set of lingerie in the same color as your nails.

You drove back to Tony's apartment around 4 PM, and Tony wouldn't be home for another 2 hours, so you decided to work from home a little; there were still a lot of emails that needed your attention.

By the time 5:30 PM rolls around, Tony is done with work, and he heads to his apartment instead of staying late for once, wanting to see you again. He puts his key in the lock and opens the door to some soft music, and he finds you on the couch with a blanket around you while working.

"Hi Bubble Butt," he says when you look at him walking in, immediately putting your laptop to the side and getting up to greet him. "Hey, Bubba, I'm happy to see you again!" You say as you jump into his arms, cuddling him like a koala bear.

"Shall we take a shower together?" You ask when you have pulled back a little to look at him. He doesn't answer you but walks to the big bathroom and puts you on the counter.

He undresses you and leaves kisses everywhere he can, his fingertips sliding over the places his lips can't reach. Once fully undressed, you give Tony the same treatment but get impatient as you know what's coming later tonight.

"I can see someone's a little eager, but I want to treat you right, Bubble Butt. It's the least I can do to make your first time absolutely special," Tony says, and you pout a little, which he quickly kisses away.

The shower took longer than expected because the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other, making the soaping and washing much more complicated than necessary. Still, the many shared kisses, cuddles, and sweet words were worth it.

You decided to change in the walk-in closet instead of in the bedroom with Tony because you wanted to surprise him with the outfit you got. You let your hair fall naturally around your shoulders just like Tony, and your makeup is relatively minimal to not take away from the outfit.

"Are you ready?" You ask and open the door just enough to poke your head through. He nods, and his mouth practically drops onto the floor when you walk out.

"Wow-"

"I had a feeling you would like this," you tell him, and you twirl a few times for him, feeling like an absolute goddess right now.

"I have one more surprise for you, Bubble Butt," he says and walks over to his nightstand, opening the drawer to find a big, square velvet box. He grabs it and walks over to you.

You open the box from him, revealing a gorgeous silver layered necklace. You turn over the rectangular pendant on the bottom and find a date. "Is that the day we first started dating?" you ask, and he nods.

"It is; I wanted you to wear it close to your heart so you would never forget it," he says, and you hold out the box so he can get the necklace out of it and hang it around your neck.

"I love it, Bubba. I can't believe you got me this after everything you've done for me so far," you say, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"I want nothing but the best for my best girl," he says, kissing you softly on your cheek.

Dinner went by way too fast for your liking since you were having so much fun with Tony, but you were also starting to get a little nervous about what was about to happen.

The two of you have made your way to the bedroom, and right now, Tony is peppering your neck with soft, sweet kisses to calm you down a little bit.

"Don't worry about what's going to happen, Angel. If you want to stop, you can always tell me, and we will stop. You can let me know if something's uncomfortable or painful, and we will stop. I won't ever do anything you're not okay with," he says, his thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks.

"I-I know, it's just... I'm nervous," you say with a shy smile, and you drop your line of sight to the floor.

"And that's perfectly normal, but I will take it easy tonight. I'm not going to overwhelm you with doing every single thing at once. Tonight is about you and your pleasure, and we will take it slow," he says, and you nod, feeling a little reassured now.

"Now, let's get you out of this dress and see what gorgeous lingerie you're hiding from me," he says, and you can't help but laugh at his comment.

He slides the dress off your shoulders, and it falls around your feet in a silky puddle so you can step out of it and show Tony your lingerie in its full effect.

"Wow..." he sighs at the sight of you covered by the emerald green lace. Your ass looks absolutely to die for, and you're showing him why he gave you the nickname 'Bubble Butt' right now.

Tony captures your lips in a sweet kiss but doesn't deepen it immediately, knowing he wouldn't be patient if he did that.

"Let's get you out of this suit, hm?" you tell him, and he nods, so you quickly take it off. Not long after, you're lying comfortably on the bed with your head on the pillows; Tony is lying beside you as his hand trails slowly over your body.

Your lingerie has already met the same faith as your dress and is lying on the floor, leaving you entirely bare for him.

Once his hands reach your thighs, he takes it slowly, letting your legs fall open when you're ready. His lips have found your neck again, and he's softly sucking on the spot below your ear, turning you into a moaning mess underneath his touch.

As if they have their own will, your legs spread, and Tony walks over to your glistening cunt, slowly tracing his fingers between your folds to find your clit.

"T-Tony, yes!" you say when he finds it and starts rubbing short, quick circles to tease you. Your back arches off the bed, and your head lulls to the side, giving him even more access to your neck.

"Yeah? Does that feel good, Bubble Butt?" he asks, and you nod, unable to respond right now, only soft moans coming out.

"This may be a little strange, but it's okay. Just relax," he says, and you do right before Tony finds his way down to your entrance and inserts a finger.

Your legs immediately close at the feeling since it's weird, but you don't push him away.

"F-Feels good," you say as he slowly moves his finger in and out of you, your legs releasing their grip on his wrist, and he speeds up ever so slightly.

"Do you think you're ready for one more?" he asks after getting used to having one of his fingers inside you. You nod in response, and before you know it, you feel very full.

"Oh, f-feels... feels odd," you manage to say, and he nods.

"It's okay, you can take it; I won't add any more. Just relax into my touch and experience the pleasure," he says, and you do.

He moves his thumb to your clit and starts thrusting in and out a little faster while stimulating your puffy clit at the same time, making you cum on his fingers in no time at all.

"T-Tony! Fuck!" you scream out as your hips buck up and into his movements, your back arching off the bed too.

"Such a pretty girl when you cum for me. You're doing amazing for me," he says as he rides out your orgasm with his fingers and pulls them out carefully.

"Are you ready for me, Bubble Butt?" he asks after you take a few minutes to come down from what happened.

"Y-Yeah, I think so."

Tony grabs a condom from the nightstand and rips open the package after taking his underwear off and revealing his hard cock. You can't help but reach out and wrap your hand around it.

"Oh, yes, that's so good, Baby," he says as you move up and down a couple times, getting used to the feel of him in your hand first.

Your eyes snap up to meet his, and even though he knows what you're thinking, tonight is all about you.

"Don't worry, Bubble Butt, you can have a taste next time. Tonight is all about you," he says before leaning over and capturing your lips in a slow, heated kiss, your hands finding their way to his shoulders where your nails leave red marks as you accidentally scratch.

When he pulls back, he makes quick work of the condom and sits between your legs. "I'll go slow, I promise," he says before leaning in for another kiss.

His tip is pressing against your entrance, and just like he promised, he pushes in slowly, constantly giving you time to adjust while giving endless praises.

"Doing so well for me, you're amazing like this. Taking me so well; look at how well you're taking me right now. You feel so good," he says, and before you know it, he's buried deep inside you.

When the last bit sinks in, and he's completely buried, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in, followed by a long moan.

"Please, start moving. Feels so good inside me," you say, and he does, starting with slow movements, which make you moan even harder.

"G-god, I'm close!" you say after he picks up his pace and thrusts into it steadily, and his thumb finds his way to your clit to pull you over the edge.

"Keep squeezing like that, and I'll come too," Tony grunts, and you do, falling over the edge simultaneously as him. He rides both of your orgasms out, and when he's completely soft again, he finally pulls out, ready to take the condom off.

The two of you take a bath afterward and talk about the entire experience, if there is anything you did or didn't like, and if there's something you might want to try later.

It has been a couple of weeks since your first time with Tony, and you're finally at the Compound again. He was gone for a mission that took longer than expected, but you decided to surprise him with his favorite cookies.

You were quickly distracted, however, because you saw Bucky, Steve, and Nat when you walked by the living room.

"Hi guys, I'm sorry to interrupt," you say, but they don't mind.

"Hey, it's no problem! You're always welcome to interrupt when we're sitting here," Steve said reassuringly.

"Bucky? Can I finally take a closer look at your arm like you promised?" you ask, and he laughs loudly.

"Of course, you can, doll," he says, and you plop yourself down on the couch on his left side, completely enamored by his arm, the plates shifting when he makes specific movements and the black and gold design.

"So cool..." you whisper, and you don't notice Tony walking in too.

"Well, it appears I'm not getting my girlfriend back for a while," he jokes as he grabs the box of cookies and kisses you on your head.

"Yeah, yeah, see you later," you say with a slight wave, never tearing your eyes away from Bucky's arm. Right now, you're busy; you will catch up with Tony later.

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chaithetics · 9 months

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yes yes yes i wanna see the barbie fic!!! i know im gonna love itttt -barbie anon

Porcelain and the Shark: Barbie Hosseinis

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 2.6K

Prompt: porce forcing stewy to take the day off to take her and the kids to see barbie… he buys the kids a new barbie toy each and buys porce some cute barbie merch… porce relates to barbie’s existential crisis…. and gets just a touch sad at the parts about mothers and their daughters… stew cheers her up by reminding her that she’s an incredible mom to the kids and she goes and sees oppenheimer with him the next day as a thank you. that’s all xo 🫶

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, wholesome fluff, existential crisis mention, some not great Roy dynamics are alluded to. Not beta read sorry!

Authors note: thank you so much for sending this through Nonnie and your patience, you're an angel! i really hope you enjoy this, please let me know what you think! There's a slight change, I actually don't think Stewy would be super into Oppenheimer for a few different reasons. I hope that's okay?! I hope you all enjoy this, I am sorry for the absence lately, enjoy and let me know what you think, I love engaging with you all via comments, reblogs, and asks! Live for them! Lots of love to all you tumblr hotties (you're all hotties) let's pretend the gif is a barbie reference lol.

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You’re kneeling on the floor in Tillie’s room as you help your young daughter change into her outfit. It was cute but you hadn’t expected it to be so complicated to put on. Mainly because Tillie was so excited, wriggling and bouncing as she chatted, she couldn’t stay still for very long. After a couple of minutes you’d been able to finish up her outfit and kissed the top of her head as you finished putting her hair in the neat bun she’d asked for to match her new but beloved doll sitting next to her.

“Wow! You look amazing and you’re both matching! How cool!” You excitedly say to Tillie who giggles and nods.

“We’re both ready for space now!” Tillie exclaims as she grabs her astronaut Barbie doll.

“You can play with your toys now that you’re dressed, practice for space. I’m going to check on dad and Jonathan now, okay sweetie?” You place another kiss on top of her head and she nods, happily focusing on her toys again. It makes you chuckle how quickly she goes back to playing now that your interruption of dressing her is over.

You start to walk towards Jonathan’s room but pause when you hear Stewy’s voice coming from his home office, you think it’s odd that he’s in there as this was a day that he was meant to be completely offline from work and just for family. Changing the route to Jonathan’s room you walk to his office until you’re leaning against the door watching him. Stewy’s pacing back and fourth in his office as he continues his call with an earphone in. He looks at you and with a small smile before taking a sip from his morning cappuccino in a ridiculously tiny cup as he hums along to whatever is being said on the opposite end of the phone.

“Uh-huh, yeah, well yeah, we’ll just need to circle back to that later. Uh-huh, I’ve gotta go. Mmm, yeah, sure, bye.” He quickly ends the call, removing the earphone and placing it on his desk before turning to look at you as he carefully places his coffee cup down on the desk.

“You’re not in pink-” You start.

“Neither are you.” Stewy immediately quips back with a small teasing smile as he looks you up and down adoringly.

“Well no, I haven’t changed yet. I was getting the kids ready.”

“Okay, go get ready I’ll finish up whatever needs finishing up and then you can head out.” He says as he comes over giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“We head out.” You correct, emphasising the word as you’re already not a fan of the direction this was headed in.

“Honey…” Stewy says with a sigh and it’s clear that something has come up, he needs to cancel. The guilt is written all over his face like a ghost came up and tattooed it on as soon as you walked into the office.

“You promised.” You say rather bluntly. The work-life balance is important to you and after experiencing all that your childhood had to offer in terms of swinging between sheltered neglect and highly-criticised surveillance. You refuse the notion of having your children growing up without a father or experiencing the wonder and insult of what it’s like to have a father miss out on what’s meant to be memorable and special family days. You know Stewy isn’t like that, he’s just busy and he’s always there but you still can’t help but take it personally.

It almost feels like a childhood defense and you feel your lip quiver a little as you look at him, knowing he had promised this and now he was going to break the promise to you and your children.

“I know baby, but something’s come up at work and-” He continues with wide eyes, trying to diffuse the situation as he can see how upset it’s making you.

“I’m not happy about… I’m not happy about this Stew.” You admit quietly as you look down while leaning against the wall more.

“I know. I know. I’ll make it up to you and the kids, we’ll do something later on. I’ll buy them some more toys.” “You’re not becoming that father who uses money and presents to make it up to children.” You say softly.

“I won’t do that.” He chuckles and comes over to you and wraps his arms around you softly. “I love you and you’re so pretty, you know that right?” He presses a few soft kisses to your jaw and neck.

“You’ve said it before…” You whisper back, as he holds you in his arms.

“Mm… Good. I just wanted to remind you.” He whispers against your neck and you feel his breath and words tickle your neck.

“If you’re not coming, you’re the one who needs to break that news to their cute faces and you do owe them. And me.” You can’t help but sigh in his arms as you relax into him, finding comfort in his presence as you always do despite how you’re annoyed with him over this.

Stewy nods as he listens to your words, and caresses your back gently. “I’ll try…” He whispers, you know it’s less likely that he’ll actually end up working through the day and bailing on the much anticipated Hosseini family event of seeing the Barbie film with your young children.

Tillie then calls out for you and Stewy, you smile at him, squeezing his hand and walking with him, hand-in-hand into Tillie’s bedroom. Tillie jumps up when she sees her dearly loved parents walk into her bedroom and runs over with her doll. Some children had dinosaur phases, or princess phases but Tillie was one of those children who became obsessed with space as soon as her eyes could take in the moon and what it was. She had an astronaut Barbie in her hand which had become one of her most prized possessions since Stewy had recently brought it for her. It was in her hand at every playtime, bedtime, and seated next to her at each meal.

As Tillie jumps up to hug her parents, it is then that Stewy sees her outfit in full… Tillie is wearing an astronaut costume in pink. One that you’d spent a lot of time trying to find the right person to commission it and they had excelled. She was a cute little astronaut just as she wanted to be and it was perfectly in theme with the Barbie film that she was excited to see as well.

She ran over to her father and Stewy quickly picked her up, you could see his heart melting as he took in the sight of his precious daughter in her outfit, she looked adorable and Stewy loved how she was so young but already had dreams that were so out of this world.

Stewy swayed slightly while holding Matilda, he kissed the top of her head and smiled widely at her.

“Oh my God, look at you… this outfit is amazing….” Stewy said to Tillie with a smile. He pressed another kiss to her head and held her a bit tighter as he kept swaying with her. “Oh my…. Look at her! Look at her!” He said with the largest, most loving eyes to you and you couldn’t help but smile widely and nod. She was always cute and precious but this was an exceptionally cute look of Matilda’s. You also always appreciated seeing this moment between Stewy and Tillie, he was so in awe of her and she was in equal awe of her father as well. A polar opposite to what you and Shiv had known but it was what you wanted for your children, it was what every child deserved.

“How could you say no to that cutie, Stewy? You tease playfully, already seeing him mentally cave by her.

“I can’t… I can’t… I’ll make a call and then we’ll see Barbie, huh?” He says to Tillie and gives her a little nose bop which makes her giggle loudly and excitedly.

“Go change, dad Ken, not work Ken!” Tillie says with another giggle as she tries to boop her father on the nose in return. Stewy smirks and nods, kissing her forehead again as he swings her gently with a smile.

“What am I going to wear though? I need some pink, huh honey?” He asks Tillie and she smiles and nods.

“I brought you a pink turtleneck, it’s out in the room honey.” You say softly with a happy smile as you look at him, you couldn’t resist the chance to get him in theme and you always had a weak spot for Stewy in a turtleneck so this was just as much a treat for your family as it was for you. All just for different reasons.

“You’re a prize, babe. Thank you. Isn’t your mommy the best? I mean look at you and soon look at me and I’ll be just as cute huh?” Stewy kisses Tillie’s cheek and then puts her down and gives you a soft, loving, grateful kiss on the lips to say thank you for organizing that.

Stewy goes off to change and he looks so handsome in his pink turtleneck, you feel your cheeks immediately heat up as he comes back out. He kisses your cheek and whispers a sweet thank you.

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You, Stewy and your little Hosseinis all watch Barbie, everybody dressed up in theme in pink and looking like charming Barbies, Kens, and Allens. The children are all thoroughly engaged in the film and its bright visuals, there’s plenty of humor as well that’s sneaked in to appeal to adults which gets genuine laughs from you and Stewy.

You’re not quite surprised but you struggle for a moment as you feel quite touched, sensitive and yet vulnerable throughout several scenes of the film. This concept of identity, and having an identity that is separate from the men in your life, along with one that is separate to your identities as a wife, a mother, a sister, and a daughter. You can’t help but get teary at many of these scenes and think about what something like this means for your children, especially sweet Tillie, and the relationship between mothers and daughters. You love Tillie with all of your being, is that enough you wonder? It certainly wasn’t with your parents but that wasn’t the right love and you know it’s different with your children, you don’t let the thoughts in that your parents probably felt the same at some stage in. You’re already getting teary-eyed in this film, surrounded by those dearest to you, you don’t think you can quite handle an existential crisis right now.

Stewy notices your eyes becoming glassy with tears during these scenes and he snuggles a bit closer to you, pulling you into him more to gently kiss your cheek and squeeze your shoulder and hand. He caresses your arm gently from the first scene that brings you to tears and then throughout the rest of the picture.

“Hey, you’re a great parent… They love you more than anything, I’m in awe of you. You’re such a great mom.” Stewy promises as he whispers into your ear. You smile at him and tilt your head to kiss him softly on the lips.

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The children loved the film and it was a great family day that didn’t end in terms of quality time right after the movie finished. The children were all now tucked in bed and you were lying in bed now and Stewy had just finished brushing his teeth and was coming to lie in bed.

“Hi.” He whispered as he laid on the bed and looked up at you.

“Hey.” You smile back at him and can’t help but feel your cheeks heats up again, you loved him in the pink turtleneck but you also loved him out of it and any tops, just as much.

“And thoughts on the film that made all the men so angry?” He asks.

“I mean, it was a bit gentle on men, huh?” You say as you tilt your head to look at him.

“Uh-huh, far too gentle. It should’ve challenged my masculinity more than it did.” He says softly as he kisses your cheek and then your jaw gently with a smirk. “Ken did kinda feel like that incel-pipeline justification, right?” He says as he pulls away and looks at your face, Stewy starts to caress your arm gently as he leans back on the pillows.

You nod and smile. “Exactly! And you picked that up!” He chuckles at that and his cheeks heat up a bit as he continues to caress your forearm. “It still had some good stuff in it, Tillie really enjoyed it, ‘Yay space!’ Is going to be a new catchphrase for a while.” You say with a smile as you gently caress his cheek in return and giggle a little at the thought. That line alone and the acknowledgement of a Barbie in space was more than enough to make the day for Tillie and seal it as a classic for her.

“Astronaut Barbie was my favorite. Tillie and I have that in common now.” He says playfully and you can’t help but chuckle some more at that.

Stewy then leans back to grab his phone to do something that his mind has just thought of, you can’t help but feel curious.

“What are you doing?” You as with a smirk.

“I’m going to get one of those ‘I’m Kenough’ hoodies delivered to Kendall’s.” He says with a smirk as he taps away at his phone. You can’t help but laugh.

“That’s so thoughtful of you, he definitely needs it.” You laugh.

“Exactly, he really does.” Stewy says playfully, he finishes up, showing you an order confirmation email and then puts his phone down and kisses you softly on the lips.

“Since you’ve seen Barbie, does that mean I have to be your date to Oppenheimer now?” You ask as you look up at him. Stewy immediately scoffs and then laughs.

“No!” He laughs.

“No?” You ask with a small chuckle.

“I’m a dad, I’ve been exposed to the magic and art of Barbie and Bluey, why would I need to see Oppenheimer? Also it’s three hours long? It’s not for children, why would I go through those three hours?” He asks.

You smile and nod as you caress his cheek. “Very good points.” You whisper.

“How boring and convoluted must a film be to be three hours long? And if I have that much time for something shouldn’t I spend it with you and our angels?” You can’t help but smile widely at that.

“Isn’t it mandatory bro viewing now? What on earth will you talk about in the office on Monday?” You ask playfully before kissing him softly on the lips.

“I won’t watch a film because of peer pressure, if I felt insecure, I’d just read the Wikipedia plot and honey, I don’t get insecure.” He says proudly right before leaning over, closer to you in order to kiss your lips. The kiss starts off soft at first but Stewy quickly deepens it, he playfully nibbles on your lip as the kiss deepens on both your ends and Stewy steals a moan from your lips as you run your hands through his hair.

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grazi-your-rockette-queen · 6 months

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dave mustaine having size kink and not failing to notice the big difference in size between him and the reader (fem reader pls) <3

a/n (unrelated): i am back bitches i promise this time, thank u for the ask nonnie i lovee size kink dave, so sorry it’s been like a month. side note, i didn’t really have the mental capacity to write a structured fic, so here’s whatever this is. brainrot.

in case you guys haven’t ever seen late 90s- 00s dave mustaine, he’s sooo big n yummy n strong like aaaa. i wanna be in his arms, i wanna be gripping his biceps that i can’t even fit my hand halfway around while he’s fucking me like no tomorrow 😔

he’s calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside he’s losing his mind whenever the difference in size between the two of you is especially obvious, like whenever he stands behind you, he likes to put his hands on your slim shoulders. sometimes you tilt your head up so that you can see his face, and seeing your eyes sparkle and your cute little smile triggers something in him, a desperation to have you to himself entirely. and he can. he’s so much bigger and stronger than you are, so it’s no problem for him to sweep you off the ground into his arms or over his shoulder. he loves carrying you everywhere, might i add, he loves taking care of his princess obviously and it gives him a huge ego boost to have the control over your relatively small body that you let him. on days when you’re not at cooperative and decide to be a bit bratty, he only becomes more turned on and has no trouble getting his way with you and fixing your attitude… 🤭

his little size kink even shows up in more innocent, domestic situations, like you wearing his clothes. his tshirtsw swallow you whole, for example. you find so much comfort in wearing his clothes, and he finds it adorable. also note that he’s very handy around the house. since your much shorter than him, he’s good to have around the kitchen in case you need help reaching something on a high shelf <3

#grazilla’s thoughts #sorry about the quality of this lol #it just came out as completely unorganized thoughts tbh #but i hope you still like it #ask #dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x reader #megadeth #megadeth x reader

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kakujis · 1 year

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omg i love ur work so much- i wanted to ask if u can write fluff scenarios with ryusei sato since there arent many fics for this pretty boy its completely fine if u dont want to!

HAI NONNIE... u had me thinking of final timeline, future!ryusei.. like ryusei who works at chifuyu's pet shop cus WHY NOT. ngl is it really my writing if its not a LIL sad at some point? anyways here it is!

warnings: gn! reader, spoilers for the spinoff duh!, mentions of violence, height diff (reader is shorter), very very slight angst, not proofread ehe. thats about it! 0.7k wc

“ryusei…”

“hey.. earth to ryusei!” with the snap of your fingers, ryusei sato comes back to reality. one hand is placed on your hip, the other holding a dustpan. you’re in your pekejland uniform, head tilted to the side as you stare up at your boyfriend. his mostly white hair falls in front of his face, as he continues to blink at you, long lashes fluttering.

“uh.. sorry,” he says, scratching his head, “what were you saying?”

you sigh, “i asked if we were still getting dinner with baji, chifuyu, and kazutora after our shift.”

ah, that’s right. before he went off into another odd daydream about losing their friendship, all of them beaten and bloody, at the height of fighting yotsuya kaiden, the two of you were talking about dinner plans.

he shakes his head, physically trying to free himself from such thoughts, before he nods, locking up the cash register in the process, “yup! we can’t miss it!” he beams.

“you always act like you haven’t seen them in years.” you giggle, before you too finish cleaning up, setting the dustpan back into the supply closet. walking over you turn your back to him, “help me get out of this thing?”

he rolls his eyes, “you just use this as an excuse for me to touch you, right?” he says, giving a soft laugh. but he always does it anyway, untying your apron and lifting it off of you. “also, no i don’t.”

“you do,” you sing, before you’re beckoning him to turn around so you can take his off. “sometimes i think you like them more than me. bend down for me?” and he does, a smile gracing his face as you pull the fabric up and off him. you turn to leave and put them away, but he catches you before you do.

pulling you back against him, he buries his face into your hair. “what are you doing?” you ask and he mumbles, “just let me hold you for a little bit.” trapped in his embrace, you still. you reckon it has something to do with what he was thinking about earlier. it’s been happening more lately, the way he spaces off with a darkened face. you’re not sure what to do besides ground him back into reality, although, you do wish he’d tell you.

“if i did something stupid, like really stupid, would you stick with me?” he asks, the deep timbre of his is nice on your ears, especially when he’s this close.

“like eating cat food?” you tease, your hand rubbing comforting circles on his arm.

he groans, “that was baji! not me!”

you giggle, “mhm, mhm, sure.. to answer your question though, of course i would.”

he spins you around and before you can make a noise, he presses his lips into yours. you kiss him back, humming as he cards his fingers through your hair. you wrap your arms up around his neck, pressing into him. the two of you are so wrapped up in one another you don’t hear the chime of the door bell.

“you’re gonna suck face in my shop?!” chifuyu yells, scaring the two of you. you squeak as you pull away, turning to stare at your boss.

“no wonder neither of them are picking up the phone.” baji snickers while kazutora pops in from behind them.

“can’t believe neither of them asked any of us to join either,” he laughs as chifuyu shoots him a disgusted look.

“i’d rather die than kiss ryusei.” chifuyu comments and baji quirks a brow.

“you’d kiss y/n?” the other two ask in unison.

“as if i’d let you!” ryusei snaps, pulling you tighter into him.

“oh shut up, i don’t want them either.” chifuyu quips, but if you squint there’s a red tint on his face.

you decide it’s best to get things back on track, before ryusei gets on chifuyu again. “sorry guys, did you already get dinner?”

baji shakes his head before he smiles, holding up a convenience store bag. “nope! we got it right here.” he rustles it and you can see the boxes of peyoung yakisoba inside.

“ooh! yummy!” you clap, before tugging ryusei’s arm to stop the stare off he’s having with chifuyu, both of them practically snarling.

as the night continues to wind down, the pet shop is filled with the sound of laughter, especially as ryusei and chifuyu continue to bicker. but deep down, ryusei is happy. happier than ever, that he gets to live each day with his friends that light up his heart like a candle in the dark. man, what dumb daydreams to have.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #letters from baji keisuke #ryusei sato #ryusei sato x reader #ryusei sato x y/n #pibby writing

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j0elmill3r · 1 year

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I’m so sorry tumblr emptied your inbox. This website is amazing but has such horrible flaws and for what…

I hope school has been treating you well! I’ve missed you :)

Been having a hard time lately, something I’ve been thinking about lately is how joel holds sarah and ellie (look at his hands in the show) like 🥺

headcanons for how possessive/protective joel is over babygirl. Not in a yandere or dark way but like he’s lost one daughter and can’t lose his other one. I really liked that bit in one of your fics where babygirl is placed inside tommy’s backpack like a makeshift carrier.

if you read this, thank you for taking the time whether you write this or not :)

hey there anon! Tell me about it, the love hate relationship I have with this platform is crazy, and as for school...it's definitely been treating me some way. And I totally get the thing of how Joel holds Ellie and Sarah, that scene in the first episode when he's carrying Sarah? My fatherless self is on the floor rocking myself to sleep - But headcanons you want? Then it's headcanons you shall receive my sweet nonnie, hope you're well!

So in the days following the outbreak, it's rough. As much as Joel is very much grieving the loss of Sarah, he knows that he still needs to look after you, you're just a little girl.

As a way to keep you safe and off of the ground, Tommy and Joel take turns in carrying you strapped to their backs, your chest pressed against them with a backpack holding you in.

When they eventually reach some, albeit shitty, government aid, Joel is so reluctant to pass you over to get checked by anyone. He's not entirely sure on who he can trust at this point, so he's not about to hand you over to someone who could potentially cause you harm.

But then that situation goes, for a better lack of terms, tits up when the first wave of fireflies attempt to overrun the place - and bring a swarm of infected with them. Joel had never grabbed you so quickly, snatching you out of the cot you lay in and running out of the small medical camp, all while assuring you that you were okay.

Since then, Joel watched you like a hawk. Even when you had 'settled down' in the QZ in Boston and he was happy with Tess, he found it hard to trust her to be alone with you - He had seen what people would to each other, and kids were no exception to that rule. As much as he knew that Tess would never do anything to hurt you, he didn't know that for certain, so found it to be better safe than sorry.

He had already lost Sarah, he couldn't lose you too - Not his baby girl.

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lord-morpheus-ravens · 1 year

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I absolutely adore your work!! Could I request number 4 from the soft fic prompt list? Only if it sparks joy ❤️

Hiya nonny!! Sorry for the very late reply but I've been writing my thesis (and loving it, but it does leave very little room for anything else). Let's see if I can come up with something short and sweet for prompt 4. Neck kisses!

When Hob finally surfaced from his single-minded haze of grading, of poorly hand-written essays (cursive literacy might be the hill he had chosen to not-die on, but it was still a pain in the arse to have to sift through pages upon pages of shaky chicken scrawl) and weakly debated points, the light in the living room had dimmed, and the sofa clung to the shirt at his back like a second skin.

He unstuck himself and stretched, dropping the papers on the glass table before he stood, vaguely fancying a cup of tea, or perhaps a little water. Without bothering with his slippers, he crossed the hall, popping his spine as he went. The flat smelled like rain, clean rain, not the heavy, polluted kind he hadn't quite gotten used to in the 21st Century, and Hob smiled, peering inside the kitchen to find that at some point between noon and whatever hour of the evening this was, Dream had let himself into his home.

It was good that he no longer asked permission.

He was wearing one of Hob's shirts, the dear thing, and the neckline hung low and loose, exposing the smooth curve of a pale shoulder as Dream floated about the kitchen like a particularly sweet ghost, poking inside each and every cupboard like it contained the answers to all the questions of the universe. And he was singing -humming a gentle little tune under his breath, light and thoughtless and so achingly beautiful Hob found himself hovering by the doorway, just listening.

It was somehow at once familiar and unknown, like a half-forgotten lullaby, ancient and new, dotted with the sound of clinking china and Dream's catlike steps, the sound of home. Warmth bloomed inside Hob's chest, wetting his eyes, and his initial weariness fled him like he'd just woken from a long night of deep sleep.

"Hello, Hob," Dream said softly, and though his back was turned Hob knew he was smiling his shy little smile.

Breaking out of his mesmerised stupor, Hob rushed across the kitchen and gathered his lover's thin, unyielding body in his arms, pressed a kiss to the nearest cheekbone and took the honeypot from Dream's hand so they could twine their fingers. "Hello, my heart," he whispered, suddenly overwhelmed with affection for this otherwordly creature who had taken time out of his impossible duties to come and make tea for him. "It's so good to see you."

He reinforced the point by trailing his lips along the delicate shape of Dream's ear, pausing just beneath to touch his tongue to that sweet spot that always took the breath from him. Dream shivered, melting into his embrace, and raised his free hand to pet Hob's hair. "So I... ah... so I gathered."

Already half-drunk on the scent of him, petrichor and sugar and the sharp sting of star-matter, Hob parted his mouth just so and dropped slow, questing kisses along the white line of Dream's neck, so graciously exposed by his own ratty T-shirt (turned an obliging black to suit the wearer's tastes). Dream's blunt nails dug into his scalp at the tease, and Hob sucked a short-lived bruise into the tender skin in retaliation, splayed his palm over his beloved's stomach just to feel it quiver with tension.

"Come here, Dream, dove," he murmured, urging him to turn around so he could lift him onto the counter by the thighs; Dream's lashes fluttered over the ever-wet blue of his eyes, and he went easily, light as a feather, reaching for him arms and legs. "Christ, I'm the luckiest bastard in the universe."

Dream's huffing chuckle faded into a whine as Hob set his lips back over the curve of his throat, worrying the skin with his teeth. "I love you so much, sweetheart."

Throwing his head back to meet him with an arched spine, Dream folded himself around him and hung on, digging suddenly-boot-free heels at the small of his back. His cool hands fluttered restlessly about his body, finally finding purchase around the strands of his hair. "The tea," he panted, rolling their hips together even as he lifted Hob's face from the cradle of his neck. "The tea will get cold."

Hob cupped the dear face with gentle fingers and kissed his open mouth softly. "I will drink it cold," he promised. "And I will love it."

I hope you liked it!! It's a bit spicier than my usual, but the prompt WAS neck kisses, so...

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