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These worms are so cute!! Thank you for the tag~ <3

Tagging: @auniverseforgotten , @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth , @shadowmellow , @thatlittledandere , @koolkitty9 , @lanliingwang , @floweryuu , @otakushrew , @ryoseii , @zenzenzence

If I missed anyone who wants to participate, consider yourself tagged! Treat yourself! Make yourself a little friend~ =D Or just enjoy the little friends already here~ >v<

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Not mine btw!!! All credits to original maker!!!

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soooo what about the jjk men cuddling reader idk it's been on my mind lately and it won't go away😭 also stay healthy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

YESSSSS omg so freaking cute and such a lovely idea!!! Thanks for sending in this request, I really hope you enjoy this <3 :) sorry it’s kinda short even tho it took so long!! Much love to you, stay healthy as well!! <3

Cuddling with the JJK Men!

Fluff

JJK Men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Yuji:

I see Yuji as a hugger and that trait definitely extends into his cuddling with you as well. You're the tree and he's the koala--his arms and legs would be wrapped around you at all times, especially after an exhausting day or when he's feeling upset about something. He finds comfort in holding on to you tightly, giving your cheek a sweet kiss when he’s feeling extra sentimental. Cuddles with him happen often when you two are watching a movie!

Megumi:

Megumi is a reluctant cuddler. He's not huge into physical touch, but he loves being close to you. Therefore, he likes when you take the initiative and lie your head on his thigh or lap, that way you two can enjoy each other's company without invading personal space too much. In that position, he enjoys resting a hand in your hair while he reads a book or scrolls on his phone.

Yuta:

Suuuuper clingy after he gets over his initial shyness around you. I think Yuta would love to keep a protective hold on you while cuddling, opting to be the big spoon if you were lying down together. He finds comfort in resting his nose in your hair, the scent of your shampoo having a calming effect on his nerves. You love to cuddle him after a particularly stressful day!

Inumaki:

This boy is clingier than plastic wrap when it comes to cuddling. He doesn’t want to know where his body ends and yours begins, that’s how close he loves to be with you. He keeps his arms tight around you as if you were a teddy bear and he likes to tuck his head into your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He loves to cuddle after playing video games with you.

Noritoshi:

I feel like Noritoshi would be a very classic cuddler; he likes to rest an arm around your shoulder while you cozy into the side of his body, nuzzling your face into his soft robes. Cuddling with him as you both watch the rain gently run down the window in front of you is your absolute favorite.

Todo:

This man oozes passion with everything he does and cuddling is certainly no exception. Aoi loves to scoop you up bridal style and set you on his lap while on the couch, one hand moving from under your knees to on top of your thigh while you get comfy against his broad chest. You two love to cuddle while listening to music (yes, you too have a fondness for Takada-chan!)

Ino:

Ino is a big sweetie and I think his goofiness would carry over into cuddling sessions as well. He loves to cuddle face to face with you, the feeling of your breath fanning against his nose bringing him copious amounts of joy. He also likes to playfully boop your nose with his finger or his own nose, giggling like the lovesick fool he is. You find yourselves cuddling as often as possible—he’s very touchy!

Gojo:

Ah, the human pretzel Satoru. His legs wrap around yours in ways you didn’t think were humanly possible, yet is surprisingly comfortable. This position is perfect for him because he likes the comfort in knowing you’re still there beside him all throughout the night. You two find that the best time to cuddle is when you fall asleep.

Geto:

Suguru, being the tall man he is, likes to envelop your entire body as the big spoon while cuddling in bed. Even if you’re his height or taller, he doesn’t care; he loves to keep you close to his chest while resting his chin on your head. Cuddling normally happens first thing in the morning since you drift apart sometimes during the night and he misses feeling your touch.

Nanami:

Kento loves the idea of keeping you within arm’s reach, but isn’t the biggest fan of always having somebody in his personal space. His favorite way to cuddle you is having you drape your legs across his lap while on the couch. That way, he can lovingly caress your legs with the swipe of his thumb or give you a leg or foot massage while you can gaze upon the chiseled jawline of the handsome man in front of you. Cuddles normally happen after dinner!

Choso:

This man LOVES to cuddle you from behind while you’re standing! You could be doing literally anything and you’ll know his hands will snake around your waist while his chin rests on your head or the crook of your neck. Choso relishes in the feeling of having you in his reach at all times, loving how your bodies nestle perfectly together. More times than not, he cuddles you while you wait for dinner to be ready.

Toji:

Toji adores having you sit between his legs with your back pressed against his sturdy chest. It makes him relaxed to know you’re safe in his arms and he’s keeping a protective yet loving hold on you. It’s also the perfect spot to plant sneaky kisses onto your neck and shoulder. It takes some effort to get him to agree to cuddles, but he enjoys them the most after he showers and is ready to relax after a long day of training or working.

[satosugusandwich]

His Angel and His Brat

Part 3!! Final part!!!

Part 1! Part 2!

Hard!Dom!Geto x Brat!Gojo x Sub!Afab!Reader

(I write stuff to be racially ambiguous!)

Summary: Gojo is a mega-brat to y/n and Suguru and likes to push buttons cuz he can so Suguru decides to overstimulate Gojo until he thinks he’s broken. (Key word: thinks.) To add to Gojo’s humiliation, he ensures that the reader is getting princess treatment while watching Gojo suffer endlessly. But, of course, things don’t always go as planned with Satoru Gojo. Or for y/n. Geto and Gojo have… motives.

CW and whatnots: Overstimulation, cum-eating, vibrators, dildoes, handjobs, touch of dom satoru at the end, spit, touch of humiliation and degradation, condescending!geto, usage of the word “cock”, gojo’s boundless stamina and cocky attitude, praise, cocksucking, angel ass reader that ends up in trouble cuz gojo can’t shut his mouth, geto is actually so mean to gojo but so soft cuz he’s actually a teddy bear dw. Use of “brat, princess, angel, cockslut, and slut.” There is aftercare in this part cuz imagine leaving pathetic Satoru and reader a cum drenched mess. Poor baby. :((( Also it’s very fluffy at the end :)))

Suguru wiggled the wand around, making you instinctively twitch away. He snickered at your sensitivity, pondering how he could get the most out of you. It was impressive how long he’s gone without getting off and it’s evident by looking at his cock that it’s begging to feel something. It’s reddened now, his cock typically a lighter shade of pink blending into his own skin color. The balls are heavy and begging to be touched, he’s probably doing his best to ignore the throbbing of it to focus on his lovers. How selfless of him.

Satoru, on the other hand, is slobbering all over the big, fat cock in his mouth. He’s a messy one, spitting on it and doing all the things you both like to see. Sadly, only you have looked at him this whole time. He was determined to make Suguru look at him even if that meant he had to behave for him.

Him sucking on the plastic cock was a sight to see for you, Satoru’s deepthroating skills never seemed to disappoint you, he’s become so good at it over the years of Suguru fucking his face until cumming straight down his throat. He keeps looking at you as you thrust up into the air, your hole clenching and beckoning him over. Suguru would never allow him to give you what your needy pussy is begging for as much as Satoru wants to give it.

“Please.” You whine, your first orgasm of the night rearing its head. “Suguru, I’m gonna cum.” The words rushed out from your mouth in a hushed way, as if you didn’t want to admit it.

Suguru cocked his head to the side slightly, pursing his lips. “Already?” He wiggled the wand again, making you cry out. “Poor girl, you have a rough time ahead of you.”

“I’m cumming, Suguru!” You looked back at Suguru, your mouth agape and eyes clenching shut.

Your volume increased, making a laugh huff from your dom’s nose. “Good girl. Let’s see you make a mess.”

Your orgasm was intense, your clenched fists were clawing at the pillowcase above you, your toes buried in the sheets, your breathing practically stopped, and your cunt spasmed so strongly, Suguru almost wondered if he should stop before you end up kicking him from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Suguru! Oh my god—!” You sounded insane, babbling streams of cuss words all while you tried to calm down… but that wasn’t on the plans tonight. The second your body said no more, you instinctively tried to escape the pressure, but Suguru’s hand followed.

“No, no, no. Can’t have you escaping your punishment, can we?” He used his other arm to hold your leg down while sitting on the other one. “There, thought you mind need some help staying still.”

“Fuck! I don’t know if I can take it! It’s so much!” You still tried your best to move your hips around, finding any escape you could and you were grateful he didn’t stop you from doing that.

However, Satoru can’t help but feel a little jealous, if it were him trying to wriggle away, Suguru would tell him he can’t move or else he’d raise it a level. He babies you way too much! Regardless, he was getting to his limit, watching how Suguru looked at you so lovingly while looking nowhere in his direction. He’s tired of this boring plastic cock! It tastes like silicon and it doesn’t feel good hitting the back of his throat. Not to mention, there’s no pretty dark-haired sorcerer moaning about how good he’s doing. Instead all he gets to hear is—

“See, good girl, you can take it.” Watching as your eyes water and body twitches makes his own cock throb. And as much as he wants to ignore Satoru, the sounds of him whining around the cock and slobber pooling around the base of if is intense. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Satoru’s spit roll off onto the sheets, leaving a wet spot right beside him. You look so perfect, pulling at the sheets like you’re holding on for dear life, and if he turns to look at his other partner, his heart might fall out of his chest. Or he might cum just from watching Satoru fuck his own throat.

Each time you looked at Suguru, he was smiling with a twinge of sadism in his eye and each time you happened to look at his face his eyes would snap from your cunt to your face, to see how beautiful you look. And each time you looked at Satoru, his eyes would be on you, hungry and desperate for something else. He’d briefly look at Suguru, or really, his weeping cock, and hope he’d be blessed with the privilege of either fucking you or getting his face fucked instead.

You repeated Suguru’s name over and over with pleads spilling from your tongue. Please stop or please don’t stop, does it matter? Once that initial torture is over, you’re ready to cum again and you suppose that’s the fun part. But then you remember you’ll have to deal with that non-stop over sensitivity again. To cum or not to cum, beg for mercy or beg for more? You were at a crossroads, indeed.

“Ah, I can tell you’re getting close again, let’s just do three, hm? Your sensitive cunt is addictive, but I think for being such a good girl, I won’t torture you for too long.” Suguru leans down to kiss your stomach, vibrator pressed firmly against you.

You nodded weakly and watched him cock an eyebrow. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”

He nodded and hummed along, rubbing it in circles now. “At least one of you has manners.” He finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, looked at his cockslut of a brat to the left of him. “Satoru, why don’t you entertain me a little once she cums this second time?”

He pulls the toy out, ecstatic and grinning. “Oh, yes please!”

“Did I say stop?” Suguru warned him and Satoru quickly went back to fucking his own throat, knowing that Suguru showing him any mercy is a rarity. Bedroom or no bedroom.

“Suguru, I’m gonna—“ You brought their attention back to you.

“Yes, that’s right. I bet you love watching Satoru fuck his own throat, yeah?” He cooed.

“Mm-hm, yeah.”

“Does it turn you on to know he’s watching you get punished? I know it does. Admit it.”

You could barely focus on words, but you knew you had to answer. “I love it when he watches.”

“So cute, our pretty angel doesn’t seem so innocent now. You really wanted this, wanted it so bad. That’s so sweet. Go ahead and cum for me, angel.”

“I wanted it so bad! So bad! Thank you!” You came with a cry, not even able to finish your praises for him, just shaking and throwing your head back. You didn’t even care that your noggin hit the headboard, fuck anything else in that moment, all you could focus on is how your pretty pussy gushed and spilled for him.

“Ah-haha!” Suguru couldn’t help but laugh at the sound of your head hitting the board. “Is it that good, baby? Not even Satoru has done that!”

You couldn’t even protest before the pleasure became overwhelming again. This time, your wrists flew down to push him back against his own orders but he wasn’t mad, instead it only made him laugh more.

“Oh, angel, can you not take it?” He laughed. “Come on, please, I know you can. Here, let me show you some mercy. Count to 5.”

He lifted the vibrator off and you knew you had to count. “1…2…3…4…5.” And in that brief respite, all you could do was just count. It was immediately back on your clit and somehow it was even more overwhelming. “Oh my fucking—GOD!”

Satoru sighed beside Suguru. “I’ve should’ve warned her.”

Suguru looked to Satoru, their eyes meeting. “So, wanna talk her through it, for me. You’re just so much better at making people melt. As a reward, you can stroke my cock for me, yeah? Then once I cum on her pretty cunt, you’ll lick her clean?”

Satoru nodded and spat on his hand, moving it to Suguru’s needy wanton cock, then he looked at you.

You accepted your fate. With this level of pleasure combined with Satoru’s nasty mouth, you might die when you cum.

Satoru was more than eager to help you achieve heaven. “Look at that pretty cunt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this swollen, have you? I bet if I were to just stick one finger inside, she might scream.” Oh hell, Satoru was really gonna kill you. Letting out a chuckle, he continued. “Aw, look at her whine, it’s like she can’t hold it in, never thought that she’d break down like that.”

You clamped your eyes shut, his condescending tone sending you further into pleasure but also embarrassing you, you almost wanted to hide. He would just chase you down anyways.

“Ah ah, open your eyes, I need to see them on me. Can you cry out for me? Keep begging for me? I wanna hear you say what you want, baby.” You didn’t say anything, the words caught in the back of your throat. Then Satoru suddenly grabbed one of your hands. “It’s alright, I got you baby.” He held on tightly.

“Fuck—fuck you guys!” You didn’t know if you were serious or not but that made both of them smile.

“Sorry love,” this time Suguru spoke up in-between panting and sighing, “but I think you might pass out if you fuck us.”

Satoru harrumphed in agreement. “She can barely speak, it must feel so good.” Satoru sped up stroking Suguru, knowing that you were already getting close and Suguru was too focused on you. “Our angel seems to be getting close again, much faster than earlier, you really like it when I talk to you huh? You like it when I hold your hand while Suguru tortures that clit of yours?”

“Yes-yes-yes!” You repeated, that familiar feeling coming up again. “Please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. If I get to see you squirt all over Suguru again, it’ll give me more motivation to keep on fucking you, to keep on letting Suguru punish me too. I know our pretty angel has a mean streak, she sure does, but she’s at her best when she’s begging for more. Do you want more?”

“Yes!”

“Oh you’re cumming?” Suguru mused in a breathy, desperate voice, knowing that his own high was approaching soon after yours.

“Yeah she is! She is! Cum for us baby!” Satoru encouraged you and right when you hit your peak, he could feel your nails dig into his palm, clutching onto whatever you could with the strength you have left. “Good, that’s our angel, good girl.”

“That’s right, that’s right.” Suguru echoed. “That’s my girl.” He turned off the toy and you breathed in like you’ve never breathed before.

Satoru chuckled and looked at Suguru now, who was grunting and mumbling about cumming all over you under his breath. “Please, Suguru,” Satoru’s tone changing. “Cum for me please, I wanna taste it, cum baby, please.”

And once you calmed down, you joined him, spreading your lips wider to give him a perfect shot. “Cum all over my cunt, please I wanna feel it.”

His brain was going numb with both of your praises and begs. “Gonna cum all over your cunt and Satoru is gonna lick it up like a good little brat.” He grunted through his teeth.

“Please Suguru, I wanna lick it up, feel it on my tongue!” Satoru pleaded once more and you could see Suguru’s eyes roll back as his cock exploded.

It was messy and it was a lot. Thick ropes covered your clit, your abdomen, and rolled down between your ass cheeks. Satoru’s eyes widened like he was looking at his last meal as it spilled all over you. Suguru watched as Satoru immediately lapped at your stomach and travelled down to catch all that he could. “Thank you.” Satoru snickered, smirking as his tongue gathered his cum.

You and Suguru watched him, but you were the only one who could feel his hungry tongue, somehow pressing into your cunt like he wanted to taste all of Suguru and all of you. When he finished lapping up what was left on you, he licked Suguru’s pretty cock clean, licking each drop like he’s starved. “Thank you for the meal.” You heard Satoru say, his tongue finally disconnecting.

You spoke up. “I wanna taste.” Satoru leaned back and kissed you, swapping your tastes back and forth, relishing in how you worked to match his energy despite your exhaustion.

Suguru watched his pretty babies kiss and smile into each others mouths. Once you both noticed him staring, it was instantaneous the way you both went to kiss him.

“Hey!” Satoru pushed your face back down and you bit at his finger. “Don’t bite me!”

“One at a time.” Suguru said gently. “Since you’re so needy, I’ll get Satoru first.” You didn’t actually mind it, knowing he endured the most torture today. Their kiss was passionate but gentle and when it came to be your turn, Suguru leaned down to connect with your mouth. You caught his face in your hands and shared a breathy, open-mouthed kiss and then finished with giving him a peck on the nose.

“I’m exhausted.” Satoru plopped down beside you and rolled onto his stomach with his face in the pillow.

“Me too.” You giggled, copying him.

You could practically hear Suguru roll his eyes. “Such children.” He picked up all the toys from the today, the dildo, vibes, and Satoru’s cuffs from earlier and rose from the bed. “I’ll be back.”

Satoru moaned obnoxiously. “Abandoning us, I see.”

“Imagine not immediately taking your perfect, amazing, and gorgeous subs to the bathtub and lighting like 5 candles with rose petals.” You ran your hand up Satoru’s back and he turned his head to face you, still on his stomach.

“Honestly, what kind of person doesn’t worship their subs, so weird.” Satoru joked again.

From the bathroom, Suguru shot back. “You’re a switch, Satoru.”

He pouted and whined. “But not tonight!!!!!”

Suguru reemerged from the bathroom with a wet towel and started to wipe in-between your legs, gentle enough to not stimulate you again. You rubbed your head into Satoru’s shoulder, smiling. Suguru gave Satoru the same treatment. Suguru also had another clean towel on hand to wipe your heads, paying extra attention to your sweaty ass forehead. Satoru was the first to get up, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching. You got up and went to the bathroom to piss, looking at yourself in the mirror and splashing your face with cool water. Meanwhile you could hear Suguru strip the bed of “sex sheets” and bringing out fresh ones. Satoru also walked into the bathroom, poking you with a water bottle on your cheek.

“Yes, yes, I’ll drink.” You snatched it from the grinning man and gulped practically the whole thing down. Satoru drank the rest of what you left and kissed your cheek.

“How are you feeling?” Suguru was now as the door to the bathroom.

“Naptime. I feel like nap time.” Satoru answered first.

You nodded and turned on the shower. “Shower time.”

Suguru looked content, placing a brief peck on Satoru’s cheek. “Were you okay with everything? Is there any feedback?”

You shook your head. “You didn’t go too far or anything. You were still so sweet the whole time. I really liked how you made sure me and ‘Toru both were entertained.” Checking the temperature of the water, you waited to hear anything else.

Satoru looked over to you. “Sorry if what I did was too unexpected, I just know you’re kinda scared to admit what you want sometimes. It’s pretty common with chicks.”

“No, it’s alright. It was actually really fun.” You admitted, mirroring Suguru’s kiss on his cheek. “If I wasn’t okay with it I would’ve said something.”

Suguru stretched and popped his neck. “Next time, we should talk more about what we’re doing.”

Satoru whined. “Predictability can be boring though!!!! But I guess it’ll help avoid bad things.”

“Satoru.” You both say, but you let Suguru finish talking. “We can still be spontaneous, that’s been basically our entire relationship.”

“I know.” He whined again and stepped into the shower. “I’ll be the spontaneity!”

After the three of you shower and wind down, you end up snuggled between both men, just talking the night away. You really couldn’t ask for more from them. Satoru made jokes the entire night, mostly cheesy, but all funny. Suguru started to get overly curious about what all you’re afraid to admit and you realized you’d rather be interrogated by Gojo, because at least whatever you say it’s nowhere near as freaky as Satoru’s brain.

“Hey.” Satoru poked your cheek.

“What?”

“Stop assaulting our angel.”

“Shaddup, I have an important announcement.” He rolls over and whispers in your ear. “I love you.”

Suguru puts his hand to his ear. “What was that?”

You follow suit. “Yeah, say it again.”

“I hate you both.” Satoru rolls over, now a red mess.

“Love you too.” Suguru says first, reaching his head across you to kiss Satoru one more time.

“I love you both.” You say, pulling the covers up and then attaching yourself to Satoru like a koala bear.

Satoru huffs and grabs your arm that wrapped around him. “If you didn’t we’d have a problem.” You nuzzled into the back of his neck and soon after, Suguru’s body weight shifted so that he had a hold on you. In one big triple spoon, you closed your eyes and just before you finally got to sleep. Satoru repeated himself. “I really do love you guys.”

[ovaryacted]

hi baby i just wanted to ask for ur thoughts on like.. how leon likes being touched and caressed and stuff! like kisses on his shoulder over the scar where he got shot, a gentle but possessive hand on his thigh, rubbing his back as you hug him, lightly dragging your nails against his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, etc <3

OMGG, hey boo <3. Of course, I’d love to talk about how Leon likes to be touched, especially because I headcanon him as someone who is touch-deprived and wouldn’t beg for touches but he would crave it. I also didn’t choose a specific version of Leon for this answer, it’s more like a general perception of how he’s receptive to touch, but if you want to pick & choose which one fits a version of him best, feel free to do that! Hope you like it! :)

For the most part, Leon is a big fan of being touched gently and with consideration. He’s been through so much shit, body slammed, squeezed, pummeled…the general consensus is that Leon has been put through the wringer. So to be touched like he’s made of porcelain reminds him of his humanity and helps him remember that not all touches are violent or threatening.

He likes feeling your hand cupping his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone in soft swipes. It brings back fond memories of how his mother used to do the same after a long day of playing outside, wiping the dirt away from his face with a gentle smile. He’ll nuzzle his face towards your palm, wanting to bury himself into your warmth and never leave.

His favorite thing to do is probably cuddle for two reasons: one, he gets to be as close to you as possible, and two, he gets to be warm. He doesn’t mind being the one who holds you on top of him, but he likes being the one to lay on your chest or be the small spoon. It makes him feel like he’s being babied, using your chest as his personal pillow and wrapping his arms around your waist. You felt like an oversized teddy bear, pressing his nose against your neck so all he smelled was you, easing his senses and calming him down.

While he is resting on top of you, you’ll run your fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back and doing it repeatedly like a tide against the shore. The touch makes him hum happily, purring like a cat when your nails rake down his scalp and towards his neck. You’d squeeze his nape, moving your hand up to make sure you got every part of his head and releasing the pressure he may or may not have. He likes it when you run lines up and down his back, outlining the curve of his spine and coming back up to trace or scratch the top of his shoulders. His body would be completely lax against you, closing his eyes and starting to doze off with ease.

If you want him to completely knock out, you’ll run your thumb over the bridge of his nose and eyebrow, pressing into his temple before moving to do it again. You could also rub the outer shell of his ear, sometimes it will tickle but usually it makes him feel good. It’s a trick that works on babies, literal babies, and somehow it also worked on Leon because once you did this, he’ll be out cold in 3 minutes flat. He’d think you’re some magician, that you’re doing witchcraft on him to give him the nicest 50-minute nap of his life. He usually has such a hard time falling asleep on his own unless he’s on the verge of collapse, but you make it so easy for him that he just lets it happen.

Cuddles and napping aside, there are other ways you show your affection by being physical with him. Coming up to squeeze him from behind, you’d give him kisses on his neck and keep your hands on his stomach. Sometimes it would make him blush, and most times it makes him smile, but he always likes waking up a little bit earlier in the morning so you can do just this.

Out in public, he likes it when you hold his hand or squeeze his arm as you’re walking with him. It’s like you’re showing him off to the world, showing everyone that he’s yours and he belongs to you. He especially likes it when you’re sitting next to him at dinner and put a hand on his thigh, giving him a faint squeeze and keeping your hand there. It short circuits his brain, and if you’re at some work event or having dinner with friends, it makes the small act of possession even better for him.

When you’re both alone, you’d give him a sneaky smack on his ass when he has his back facing yours, either doing laundry or washing the dishes. You’ll do it when you’re passing by him, your hand lightly tapping him and walking away as if it were nothing. Better yet, when you give him a squeeze on his rear it makes him flustered, rolling his eyes and trying to hide the way it makes his cock twitch.

As for the touches that make him the most vulnerable, it definitely involves his scars. He wouldn’t mention them outright, his scars would just be something you see and don’t mention again because you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. But after some time of dating him and getting comfortable with knowing how he acts and behaves, he’ll let you trace and kiss over every single scar on his body. Every bullet graze, scratch, or faded bite will be touched by you, and in a way, it’s like you’re kissing away his pain.

You’d carefully run your thumb over the most significant scar on his shoulder, kissing it over and over again and feeling Leon shudder underneath you. Whenever you do this, you see Leon for who he is, accepting all of his flaws and trauma, and acknowledging his pain and survival. You’ll remind him that he’s strong, that he’s enough, and that he’s human, things that he often doubts and never has time to appreciate himself. It’s moments like these that he’ll fall apart above you, being more open and vulnerable than he’s ever been in years, but he’s no longer scared that you’d run away because, in the end, you choose him and you’re here to stay.

[anton-luvr]

can you do riize helping/comforting you when you’re on your period??🫶🏼

# WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x fem!reader | fluff | tw: periods ⚝ note ; is it weird if i say this is one of my fav tropes... its just so sweet to think about riize taking care of you :( + reqs are open !

# SHOTARO. - the moment you tell him that you're on his period, he'll run off to the store to get you everything you need. he'll stride down the feminine care products aisle without any embarrassment or hesitation, already knowing which type of pads you use. also buys you your favorite chocolates and snacks, and a cute teddy bear just to cheer you up :3

# EUNSEOK. - period hormones can get wild, so it's not unusual for you to lose your temper easily when you're on your period. even the smallest things could tick you off, like realizing you were wearing mismatched socks. but eunseok stays patient and understanding, gently calming you down with a kiss before he gets socks that aren't mismatched and helps you put them on.

# SUNGCHAN. - like the health and gym fanatic he is, he'll take you out on a small walk. you despised the idea at first, your cramps making it feel like your back was being split in half. but after sungchan's five minute long ramble about how light exercise helps with cramps, you decided to take him up on his offer. surprisingly, it does help! walking around the park hand in hand while watching a beautiful sunset makes you feel better than anything.

# WONBIN. - he will treat you like absolute royalty. no, you will not be getting up to wash the dishes. no, you will not be getting up to switch on the tv. wonbin will do it all for you. he knows how painful and exhausting periods can get, so he wants you to relax as much as possible. he'll even cook for you and bring it into your bedroom for you, and if you need it, he'll even feed you. he will do anything for you <3

# SEUNGHAN. - he runs a hot bath, adding some epsom salt to help with your cramps. he carefully helps you into the bath, leaving you to relax alone while he plays your favorite songs softly on the speaker in the bathroom. when you're all done, he'll lay you down on your bed so he can massage you all over, using your favorite scented massage oil and helping you relax.

# SOHEE. - whatever you want or need, he'll get it for you. need a heat pad at 3am? he'll warm one up for you even though he's half awake. you want cuddles? he'll stop whatever he's doing and cuddle you for as long as you want. you want to be alone? he'll let you have all the peace and space you need, because he knows how clumsy and loud he can be. whatever it is that'll make you feel better, sohee will do it with zero hesitation.

# ANTON. - when you first started dating, he had no idea what to do when you got your period. but as the months went by and extensive research was done, anton was prepared. the next time you tell him you're on your period, he'll have a box of pads, heat pads, snacks, essential oils, and whatever it is that you need already prepared for you. he keeps it at his place all the time, so he can always help you out when you need it. he's just such a sweet and practical lover <3

© anton-luvr, 2023.

taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart

[jiggy-manda]

gf!casey novak headcanons [2]

part 1

sfw

she was the one to make the first move

she was so nervous to ask you out but a good pep talk from olivia and slight bullying session from alex finally pushed her to go through with it

overthinks a lot about her relationship with you because she thinks you deserve better

you always remind her she’s perfect for you but she’s just nervous sometimes 💔

she loves watching movies with you after a long or particularly stressful shift. she doesn’t enjoy the movies as much as she does clinging to you throughout them, though.

she always makes you choose the movie!! sometimes you can finally make her give in and choose one for once, but she’s just so determined to please you that she’ll end up picking one she knows you’ll enjoy

loves taking you out to fancy dinners

but also recognizes that it’s not completely your scene

she pays attention to you during these situations to see if you need to leave or take a break from the event <3

she lets you play your music in the car, even if it’s not the type she usually listens to or enjoys

she LOOOOVES showing you off!! she’s a bit protective at first ofc and kind of wanted to keep you her little secret but eventually she just couldn’t hide her obsession w you anymore

lots of non sexual intimacy like when you shower together and she cleans you <3

gets SUPER nervous any time something even seems slightly off with you because she needs to make sure you’re 100% okay all the time

defends you to the ends of the earth even if you’re wrong (she’ll let you know later and scold you when nobody else is around)

nsfw

tends to have a really high sex drive after closing a satisfying case

her sex drive plummets after a particularly hard or draining case tho

BUT sometimes after those hard and draining cases she’ll let you eat her out to calm her down and give her some relief <3

if you ever attend a court proceeding where she’s the prosecutor, she’ll make sure to show off during her close-ups

she loves ruffling your feathers when she knows you can’t do anything about it; when you’re at a restaurant, when you’re at the store, when you’re at the table next to her entire team…

everything she does is purposeful. even if it seems like she stuttered a bit during her “performance” or made a mistake, it’s always something she does to make you go insane or get more desperate— or just to make you impatient

MESSYYYYYYY when she eats you out. she loves basically destroying you with her tongue and getting as many orgasms out of you as possible. the sounds she makes when she’s eating you out >>>>>

she’s obsessed w the sounds your pussy makes when she’s eating you out; it’s part of why she’s so messy with it

she’ll take you out to nice events with super expensive outfits just so she can rip it off you later. she has the salary of an ADA; she can just buy you a new one :>

buys you expensive lingerie just to ruin it

again, she can just buy more

loves dressing you up in different pieces <3 you’re like her little sexy barbie doll

her hands are fucking insane we all know that… and she uses it to her advantage!!!! that little shit….

wears outfits that highlight her cleavage when you go out on expensive dates

teases you during the dates <3 especially when she leans forward to talk to you

loves taking care of you!!! sexually or just emotionally!!

always comes up with new things to try; she loves experimenting!! especially with you as her little test subject 🫣

could spend a whole day in bed with you, genuinely. the amount of times she’s almost ignored her work calls just to continue pleasing you is borderline truant.

loves being a service top <3 she doesn’t even need you to reciprocate because satisfying you gets her off

SOOO SWEET LIKE YEAH SHE CAN BE A HARD DOM SOMETIMES BUT DEEP DOWN SHE’S JUST A SOFT TEDDY BEAR WHO WANTS TO PLEASE YOU <333

AAAAAAH CASEY NOVAK JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

[thesirencult]

A LETTER FROM YOUR FUTURE SELF

Sometimes the golden threads of the past, the present and the future get entangled. We get to look out of the window and witness what lies ahead or, in reverse, we can look from above to the present and past time and re-evaluate the situation we used to be at. May this letter serve as a reminder that there is a version of you down the line which has escaped on the other side of the veil and they are ready to share their wisdom.

You can book your tarot or astrology reading with me by directly messaging me ❤️ Till then, enjoy this general message waiting to find you 🌙

PILE 1

"I was going through albums full of photos, hugs, love, tears and sadness. I know that we've come a long way now. Sometimes I want to forget and other times to remember. There is always this book that I reread over and over again whenever I want to meet you again. It feels so long ago yet it was what? 5 years? 7? Certainly not that long ago. Yet so many things have changed. That book holds so many memories of us. I love you. You are my little teddy bear. I can not comprehend how we made it or how badly people treated you in the past. There is a place in my heart I keep hiding you in. I talk to you constantly in hopes that you will hear me at some point and realize that we are meant for so much more and we will get that. We just have to wake up and break free from the chains and constraints of others. I love you, for all the beautiful moments we spent together and all the times we cried alone on a cold pillow. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Yours forever and ever and ever,

U 🌧️

PILE 2

"When I try to find the words to talk to you I struggle. I don't feel that much of a connection to you. I've changed a lot and I see my timeline as fragmented. I don't feel proud for you but that doesn't mean I resent you. How could I? You brought me here. You were the one who transformed and broke from the pain, but it was a rough time for me and I try to distance myself from addictions and betrayalz.

Anyways, I wanted to let you know that it's done. We are safe. You wake up in the morning feeling calm and rejuvenated. We don't need it anymore. We don't need them anymore. We take joy in the mundane. Don't roll your eyes! Boring is safe and learning to be still in a world that's always moving will help you ground. Stay safe love ❤️

Yours, faithfully.

(I don't even know why this name came out but maybe it resonates with someone, so I will mention it. Ashley.)

PILE 3

"We are free. We found a lover that let's us breathe and we no longer fear our power and beauty.

We no longer feel threatened by others and we don't have to hide our true selves.

I passed by our old house today and I saw mom and pops. They are doing fine. I went by the doghouse of our old pet and I still cry after 10 years without them, but it's okay, we've loved and we kept a piece of them in our hearts. They still visit us in our dreams you know. A friend like that never leaves you.

Our lover is sweet and safe. They are disciplined and a rock for us. We are still tumultuous and unorganized and they can withstand the dark clouds same as they do the sunny days out. They are a champion and they don't find us difficult to love. They marvel in our strength.

You will grow old together and built a few different houses but the home will always be in your hearts.

I remember you all the time. You would be grateful if you stayed. Don't go, we'll get there. Don't leave me please, I don't want to miss my lover and our home. No matter the weather stay.

Yours now and forever.

[appleblueberry-pie]

I just read your fic and my brain went into thinking mode again :(

Reader just being wholesome with children. Like using Mayday as a therapy method for self-trust issues.. Def babysits May to trust herself with touching other people 😭❤

IT'S 3 AM HELP ME.

What Isn't There To Love About You?

im just writing these for pure amusement now. HATE being formal with my own writing and realized i can literally have fun.

"So, this was where he was last night." Miguel pulls up footage from last nights fail at capturing some random universe's villain. It wasn't that doing investigation work was boring or anything. It's just that it's been four hours trying to get to the bottom of this disappearance into some other universe. And then trying to find the probability of capturing this villain and the whole shazam. You don't know how Miguel did it. Maybe it was the 6 coffees he had in one day or the random sass and anger fueling him to keep running, but you weren't made out of whatever he was made out of.

You kept your stone face as you watched the footage and leaned forward to point out his glitches here and other possible universes that had a strange pop-up weirdo at around the same time frame. "...because right here..." You zoomed in and before you could further explain, a childish squeal broke you out of your trance. You and Miguel look up and see the beautiful baby girl that was Mayday hanging off of her few webs from above.

You dramatically gasped and called out to her. "Now, who left you here hanging unattended?? Who would do such a thing??" You playfully placed your hands on your hips and she babbled back at you, lighting up your clouded mind. Miguel rolls his eyes. "Actually, she's been there for about 30 minutes." He grumbles. You turn around to glare at him. "You let her stay up there for that long?" "She's a distraction."

You scoff and hold your arms out to her. She wastes no time in dropping down to you, letting you squeeze her like the teddy bear she was. "There's my favorite girl! How've you been?? Aww, look at your hair, you messed it up again. Where's that brush I had, Miguel??" You held her on one hip, bouncing her as you dig through the drawers to find the comb that was no longer in the room. "......." Miguel tries to slyly steal glances at you as you handle Mayday like she was your own child.

Your loud and bubbly talking to her eventually calm down to you holding her to your chest as you calmly talk to her. "I wonder how you'll be when you start school. You're already so smart, swinging around the place like it's nothing." You laugh to yourself and instead comb your fingers through her hair. It was honestly such a breath of fresh air compared to staring at screens at hours on end. You stop leaning on the desk and hum quietly to her, looking back over to the monitors, only to find Miguel staring down at you over his shoulder.

".....What?" He sighs and turns back around, typing again. "......it's her nap time." You raise your eyebrows and look down to actually see the girl falling asleep in your arms. You wonder why Peter left her unattended like this. Speaking of the devil, the man comes swinging onto the platform before you can go down and sees his daughter asleep. "Oh my god, Y/n, you are a lifesaver. I was looking for her everywhere. And you are a magician to get her asleep on time. She usually makes a fuss...." He goes on to talk for the next few minutes, not before shifting her into his arms to take her back to his universe.

This time, you couldn't really pay attention to his long speech, instead staring longingly at the girl asleep in his arms. When he leaves, Miguel is already leaning back on his work table, staring longingly at you. ".....I've always wanted a little girl." Miguel smiles at you and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck. "Yeah? Serías una madre increíble." (You would be an amazing mother)

You smile at his words. "Me vuelves loco con lo talentoso que eres. Y verte así con ella me enloqueció. Déjame tenerte." He almost seemed to growl the words, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. He holds you tighter and trails his hands to where your zipper began. "Here?" Miguel groans at the fact that he's still at work and stops himself from unzipping you. He removes himself from you entirely to angrily type up another report and you instead stand behind him and rub his back. "That's okay, you can just show me how you feel when you get home." A growl erupts at his throat and you laugh. (You drive me crazy with how talented you are. And seeing you with her like that drove me wild. Let me have you.)

Miguel looks over his shoulder and down at you to glare into your mischievous eyes. "Watch that mouth." "I'm serious." Miguel doesn't like hiding from you. Seeing him stare down at you like you were a piece of meat made you look away and he curses under his breath. He hated how restricted he was to just sit with his cock hard until he had the option to leave. And how it seemed like you were free to torture him with your bratty attitude and beautiful face and body. He hates this and loves you. The only angel he'll let fall into his arms down from what he calls heaven.

[robin374]

I saw that your requests were open and I jumped into action lol

Any ideas for the Mercs and reader with an “only one bed” trope? (Love the stuff youve written btw <3)

One Bed Trope with the mercs (part 1)

I'm gonna start with Demoman because he is my husband and gets the privilege of being the first.

Demoman ❤️

He just wanted to sleep man 😭

When you two finished the assigned mission that Miss Pauling gave you two, you went to the hotel/motel (how do you call it in English?). When you entered the room the first thing you two saw was a single big bed, for two people.

You looked at Demo and he was awkwardly standing there. He couldn't believe his eye

👁️👄

"I'll sleep on the floor, don't worry Demo." "No, Y/N. I've slept in all kinds of places, I think I can handle sleeping on the floor" "And that's exactly why you are sleeping in the bed"

At the end, you two decide to sleep in the same bed. He couldn't help but feel nervous, like yeah, he has slept at the top of Edinburgh's castle. Or with some random seals at a random beach. But he's never slept with the person he's in love with.

With that said, he remembers those words his Mom told him once.

"You better get a job, Tavish!"

I could give him a good job-

I don't know why he remembered that, don't ask me.

HE'S SO WARM KSDKAODJAKL I feel like his body would be so warm, because of the amount of alcohol he consumes.

He snores a little bit. Just tiny tiny tiny tiny little bit. 🤏

Not as much as Heavy at least.

He's a heavy sleeper so good luck trying to wake him up

I feel like he would see it as an opportunity to confess his feelings. Like you two are talking while laying down in bed, and casually spits it out. By the time you realize what he said, he is already sound asleep, his back facing you.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N" "Hmm? What did you say? I didn't hear you *Scottish snoring*

Scout 🤡

HE DOES NOT HESITATE 🗣️🗣️

He knows what these situations are about and he will not let it slide so easily.

He doesn't even ask you if you are okay with sleeping with him, he just says "I'm so tired, let's sleep!" And he launches himself towards the bed.

He will pat the space next to him silently telling you to sleep too.

But then reality hits him like a rock, he is sleeping with you. He is really happy, any girl would've slapped him at tha exact moment, but you just accepted your fate.

He doesn't snore, but he does this thing that dogs do that is moving his legs as if he was running.

You better be a heavy sleeper because he talks while sleeping.

"Spy stole my chicken and now I can't eat my bullets. " "Scout are you awake?" "Fuck you Spy, I miss my chicken :("

He got so red when he woke up in the morning. You were still asleep, that's the first thing he saw after opening his eyes. He wanted to kiss you so bad.

"Good morning, toots. You've slept well?"

He's so in love with istg.

But he won't confess, he wants to keep this as a (really) good memory and confess after he's sure that you feel the same.

Scared of rejection I guess.

Engie 🤠

He's so casual about it.

He has to sleep in the same bed as his crush? Well, darn.

"It is what it is" energy.

You don't want him to sleep on the floor and he doesn't want you to sleep on the floor. Oh no, sadly we will have to sleep in the same bed :( (that's sarcasm for those confused)

"Come here, sugar, I don't bite." Unless you want me to.

He snores more than Demo sorry, it's bearable though. It's like having a horse next to you huffing and puffiing. A horse you don't mind to ride (ok I'll stop now sorry lmao)

He's like a teddy bear, he doesn't mind if you hug him. On the contrary, he will "unintentionally" pull you closer.

He would wake up in the middle of the night, because he's not used to sleeping like a normal person would do. So he will take advantage of it and admire your beautiful face. How the moonlight delicatedly lights your face, your closed eyes giving that feel of calmness... He will eventually kiss your forehead and go back to sleep.

He won't say a word about it in the morning. He will just greet you like always do in the base and get back to work.

In the inside he's screaming, dancing, running, whooping of joy. For him, it's one little step more to you being his pardner.

[whore-era]

college!Ellie comforting anxious fem GF with lots of kisses and back rubs?

a/n: i feel like this headcanon was so bad but i did my best <3 hope u enjoy <3333

college!ellie headcanon: comforting anxious gf

you were swamped. final exams were approaching, a 10 page research essay was due in 3 days, internships to apply to in time for the summer, laundry barely started — everything was piling up.

you felt as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders, and you had to keep yourself afloat. but you could feel it, you were about to crash.

the tab was still open, your research paper halfway done, and you were overwhelmed with anxiety. failing to hold back the immense emotion, you burst into tears, sobbing into the sleeves of your hoodie.

you just weren't sure if you had the power to keep pushing through these last couple weeks, you were drained out dry. weeping into your hoodie, you hear your phone ring.

sliding the button to answer, you press your phone to your ear. "h-hello?" you attempt to dry your face, concealing any evidence that you were just crying minutes before. "babe, i'm on my way over. just wanted to see if you wanted me to pick something up for you," ellie's voice come through the speaker, still unaware of your current state.

"uhhhh, i'm fine, els," you croak, "you don't h-have to come over right now. you must be busy and stuff and i don't wanna get in the way." there's a shakiness in your voice, and you hope to god ellie doesn't notice. she goes quiet for a second, "hmm. okay. fine." you let out a breath of relief, "call you later then, sweet girl," she coos, "i love you." "i love you, ellie." click

putting your phone down and burying your face in your hands, you let out a breath, allowing a few tears to fall down your face. it made you feel bad burdening ellie with your issues — she had her own stuff going on. the last thing she needed to worry about was you.

it wasn't long before you heard a couple knocks on your door. you furrowed your brows, knowing you weren't expecting anyone. still, you walked over and opened the door of your dorm, face-to-face with a big, brown teddy bear. ellie's face poked out from the corner of the bear's head. "we could tell you were bear-y sad, so we wanted to check in on you." you threw your arms around her, squishing the bear in the process. she let out a chuckle, pulling away to see your face, surprised to see your eyes filling with tears.

"hey, hey, hey," she whispers, "c'mon, let's get inside first." gently guiding you inside your dorm, she closes the door behind her. "what's been goin' on, sweet girl? talk to me."

"jus-just been feelin' so— overwhelmed," you breathe out, "f-finals, my p-paper, freaking i-internships—" tears begin to spill, "i don't k-know i-if i can h-han-handle it." you weep into her jacket, and she soothingly rubbed your back, letting you cry.

once you calm down a bit, ellie pulls away a little and cups your face in her hands. "what do you need from me, baby?" she asks, "anything at all, you name it. i'll get it."

"i just— i just want you to hold me."

you both climb into your tiny, twin bed. with her arm wrapped around you, you nestled into her side, inhaling her scent — cedar and mahogany teakwood. she rubbed slow and small circles on your back, calming your nerves.

"i don't know if i'm stuck out for this," you murmur, "college is jus' a lot. don't know if this is what i'm meant to do." you look up at her with big and glossy eyes. "hey," she whispers, "you are one of the smartest people i know, and you are so fucking hard working, always putting in 100 into everything you do."

a tear trails down your face and ellie continues. "you can do anything you out your pretty mind to do, anything, baby," she coos, "you're meant to do this." ellie leans down to press a kiss on your forehead, "and if you're still unsure about school and all, then that's okay too. you can choose something else you wanna do, and i'll be here, rooting for you every step of the way."

you heart warms up in your chest, feeling fuzzy. "thank you," you dote, "i'm so lucky to have you, els." ellie smiles down at you, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.

"always, sweet girl," ellie wraps her arm tighter around you, "now, come here. relax a lil' more, yeah?" you nod and cuddle back into her warmth, and she presses another reassuring kiss on top of your head.

[brotherwtf]

Hi hi! just gotta say love your work so so soo much! sorry if I'm being overly obsessive haha

Anyways, I was thinking about age gap!au, where John had a really bad day at work, and Gale is the only one to calm him.

Jonh would like barge through the front door and storm into the family room where Gale is curled up on the couch, watching mindless television.

Gale's face lights up at the sight of John, but before he can say anything, John sits down next to Gale and pulls him into his lap, stroking his hair and squeezing Gale like he's a real life teddy bear bc he's so frustrated and drained :(((

and gale is all 'uhm whats wrong bby???'

AH tysm! no rush to answer this btw, take your time <3

omg bestie don't be sorry!! the support keeps me going I love it :))

omg they're both each other's emotional support people, but somehow Gale provides more comfort to John than vice versa, all things considered

and so John has a really rough day, some kids got hurt or maybe even killed on a practice mission and he's close to drinking his problems away, that's what he did before he met Gale, but now he just wants to be around him, wants to hold him

can barely keep it together when he's driving home, feels bile creeping up his throat as he tries to choke down the emotions, he just wants to be home, just wants to be with Gale

when John gets home, his legs barely make it to the couch before he's slumping on top of Gale, finally feels at home and safe

Gale of course doesn't quite understand the gravity of the situation, makes fun of John a little bit, asks him if he worked too hard, can't be doing that at his old age, but then maybe John starts crying

John hasn't cried since he was a boy, had it beaten out of him during his training a long time ago, but he knows he can be vulnerable with Gale and Gale won't judge him, so he cries into Gales chest

Gale immediately comforts John, worrying and fussing and asking what's wrong, tells John it's going to all be okay, he's here now, he's going to be okay, and John just wraps his arms tighter around Gale's body and weeps

John will eventually move until he's laying on the couch, Gale on his chest, their cheeks pressed together while he comes down from his emotions, Gale will kiss him all over and tuck a stray piece of John's hair off of his face, tells him it's going to be okay

maybe Gale starts talking about his day of classes, tells John about the antics of one of his professors and how gross the dining hall food was, all mundane things compared to what John had went through that day, but it's making John feel better and he can't ask for anything else

John will tell Gale what happened eventually, but right now he's content to hold Gale and listen to him talk, likes being comforted by him all the same.

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ seungkwan edition

member: seungkwan x gn!reader genre: fluff, bullet points, established relationship word count: 834 summary: seungkwan's boyfriend things <3 warnings: mentions of kissing & mentions of food author's note: today is a sad day :( happy moonbin day & i hope he is resting in peace. in honor of moonbin day and woozi releasing what kind of future, here is some small seungkwan things to cheer everyone up. please take care of yourself!

He is the soft and cuddly teddy bear boyfriend and I love him for it 

There is this one guy on TikTok who like…gets dressed in front of the camera and shows his outfits as a plus-size man and istg that is Seungkwan’s vibe and !!! 

He also gives coffee dates and light academia and book boyfriends 

Quality Time 

Loves scrolling through social media with you before bed 

Dates! Oh gosh he loves taking you out and getting boba or ice cream :3 

Seungkwan’s definitely a big fan of watching a series with you too - like you would go to Netflix or something and find something you both want to watch but haven’t started yet and it becomes YOUR show 

Prefers to go out and explore with you rather than stay in (he’s an extrovert, what can I say?)

Loves teaching you things he loves! Like, for example, he would try to teach you a Wonder Girls dance and you guys would have so much fun with it 

Also loves being with you in moments of sadness - you’re his person and you make him feel strong, so he’s not ashamed to be with you and cry around you

At first, he would be super embarrassed to meet your friends, but after a while, they’d love him and he would be more comfortable around them

Words of Affirmation

Is always saying stuff like “You worked so hard!” or “I’m so happy that you are the one I get to spend my life with” 

I feel like he is very picky with his nicknames…like he would never use food related ones like “cutie pie” because they are overused, but he would love something like “sweetheart” brb sobbing 

Seems to enjoy receiving compliments too! Like you tell him that you loved the singing cover that he did and he’ll scream 

Also uses songs and lyrics as a way to express his love for you! Nothing fits more than music 

Was really shy when you first got together and would blush any time you spoke to him or even looked in his direction

Totally keeps a photo of you guys as his lockscreen on his phone, but one that he edits with cute stickers (aka he always places his phone screen-up so if someone asks about it he can talk about how much he loves you) 

Physical Touch

HE LOVES CUDDLES 

He is a clingy bf but in the way that if he has the chance to cozy up with you under a soft blanket with a movie playing in the background, he totally would go for it 

Loves when you play with his hair, but always manages to mess yours up and then feel super bad about it 

If he wants a kiss or something and you say no, he’ll be really pouty and sad about it until you agree, but of course with that look on his face, you can’t say no for too long! 

At the beginning of your relationship, he would try to hold your hand but get embarrassed but you love it 

Rests his head on your shoulder a lot :( 

Man survives on back rubs and hugs 

Acts of Service 

Loves turning on the shower or setting up a cozy bath for you <3 

Always offers you his coat when you go on walks together because he is afraid of you getting sick 

If you’re in pain or sick he’ll always do small things like brushing or tying your hair up, tying your shoes or even zipping your coat up 

Asks if you’re drinking water and making sure to eat throughout the day because it makes him sad when you forget and then are living off of snacks 

Likes making you calming tea before bed and makes sure that you take your vitamins/medication every morning/night

In the winter, he’d always shovel or clean off your car for you, so you don’t have to get up early and do it because he knows how much rest you need :((( 

Always sends good morning and good night texts when you are apart, just to let you know that he is thinking about you 

Gift Giving 

LOVES giving you his hoodies, as it makes him feel warm on the inside he’s so cute 

Also loves the idea of having those matching hoodies or phone cases, but when you tell him that those are too embarrassing, he’ll settle for something small like just wearing the same colors scheme or having matching bear keychains 

Makes you playlists when he finds a lot of songs that: he wants to show you, reminds him of you, or makes him feel strong emotions 

If he goes on any trip without you, he’ll always bring you back something cute, like a seashell or a snowglobe

Goes all out for your birthday or holidays that you celebrate - he is not afraid to spend hundreds of dollars on squishmallows if that is what you like 

He’s a simp when it comes to gift giving

[miwaqrsp]

Okay soo these are going to be some headcanons of our favorite Ghost <3 also I changed the colour of the text to a dark purple cause the normal colour would turn it black for some reason 🤷🏻‍♀️

♡- It would take this man years to open up but when he does, he’s like a clingy teddy bear.

♡- PDA is not really his thing in public but like I said in the previous sentence, he’s your personal teddy bear.

♡- he likes it when he’s a lil spoon, not all the time but especially when he has nightmares then him laying his head on your chest and hearing your heart beat as you gently pet his head is a must!!

♡- If you also worked in the military and lets say at the same base or in his team. He would get super protective of you. Basically if anyone looked at you the wrong way he would glare at them or if sumn were to happen to you he would send them to an infirmary.

♡- So Ik that in the original comic abt Ghost shows him with dark brown hair and now the new version of the MW2 shows him with blond hair. I feel like he’s insecure still about his past and dyes his hair blond in order to look like his mum (he still misses her a lot sometimes) because when he has his brown hair I feel like it would remind him a lil too much about his father and how shitty he use to be to both his mum and him.

♡- As much as he would deny this and say its bullshit. He wants a family of his own, a big one. He wants to be the father that he never had to his children because his was absolute shite. If you yourself have a large family and he caught you once holding your baby niece/nephew he would picture in his head of how would your kid look like. Would it have his hair or yours? Will they have your or his personality? Eyes? Smile? Anything. He would just picture himself holding a small being that both of you created and cherish it like a little drop of sacred water in his palms.

♡- When you catch his ass staring at you while holding said family members child he would just say “Your shirts a little dirty” or something like that. While trying to hide his embarrassment.

♡- Speaking of embarrassment. His cheeks don’t blush, like at all. Unless its freezing cold and he’s out with a thin balaclava on. But when he gets embarrassed the tips of his ears will get extremely red. Johnny would tease him about it.

♡- Privacy. On. Point. 100%. All the time.

♡- Will only disclose information about where you two live only to Price. Even your family has the wrong address of where you two live. Since he doesn’t want anything happening to his new family that would send him through a spiral like the last time it happened.

♡- Depending on how long you two know each other. Lets say that you two know each other for a long time now. He will keep his mask off at home. At all time. But outside in public he would still wear a balaclava or a surgical mask with a hood on.

♡- He likes it when you hold his hand when you’re outside. He just loves having your little hand in his and just holding it.

♡- HUMAN HEATERRRRRRR!!!!!! NEED DO I SAY MORE FELLOW READER????

♡- He’s not big when it comes to emotions but he will be there for you when you need him. If you want to just cry and for him to be there. He will. He would sit by your side focusing his gaze on somewhere else while the sounds you make are breaking his heart. Slowly chipping away at him. Until you two cuddle.

♡- If you want to talk about why you’re crying, he would sit there just listening to you while rubbing your back slowly and gently.

♡- After crying session cuddles are mandatory. Either if you or him cried to the point of finally letting go of everything, cuddles are a must.

♡- Loves it when you’re laying your head on his chest while the rains pouring on the outside. Something about it calms him so much its unbelievable.

A/N: I’m gonna make another part of these hcs but nsfw edition but if you would want me to add another one please say so or if you have any hc suggestions don’t be shy drop ‘em in the comments. Love ya 💗

[allmoshnobrain]

requests open? please write a fic where Dave Mustaine and the reader are sleeping in the same bed and a storm happens, the reader is afraid of thunder so to distract his partner, Dave masturbates and fucks the reader under the sheets (female reader)

this request has been sitting in my inbox foreverrr, but I finally got around to writing it and had a lot of fun! made it part of my spoil me rotten au just because i thought it fit their dynamic so well. hope you enjoy it too <3

from the spoil me rotten au | requests are open! send yours here

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older!dave mustaine x reader │ word count: 2k

"In the meantime," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with a small smile. "Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips softly. "I'm right here. You're safe with me."

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, +18, romance, fluff, smut, mxf sex, masturbation, age gap (r is in their middle twenties, dave is around his 40s)

You and Dave had only been living together for two months when it happened.

It was a cold day, with a steady drizzle all afternoon that made you just want to curl up under the covers for a nap. Luckily, your boyfriend seemed to get your mood and surprised you after a long day at the studio with a new teddy bear and some chocolate, which instantly put a smile on your face.

You loved dating Dave. Not just because you loved Dave, but because he was the most attentive guy ever, always making sure you were happy and spoiling you more than you thought you deserved.

You were sitting on your shared bed, munching on the chocolate Dave had brought while watching some late-night TV. You could hear water running as Dave took a well-deserved warm shower before bed. You hugged your new teddy bear, a small smile on your lips as you enjoyed the sweet taste of chocolate on your tongue. The night had everything to be calm and relaxing, except for one thing: the drizzle had turned into a big storm, and you could feel your whole body tensing up.

It was such a silly thing, really; how scared you were of storms. Not the storms themselves, but the thunder. Loud noises were never your thing, but thunderstorms freaked you out more than you could explain. Maybe it was the scale of it all, the way the skies turned gray as the clouds gathered, making you realize how fragile you were before it all, small, defenseless and afraid. 

You hoped today’s rain wouldn’t come with thunder… But of course, you were wrong.

You yelped when loud thunder rumbled outside, and, not even a minute later, everything went dark.

“Fuck!” you heard Dave shout as the water stopped. You stood up, trying to ignore how much your hands were shaking.

“Babe, you alright?” you asked, fumbling around in the dark until you found the bedside table drawer. You opened it, searching in the dim light until you found a small flashlight. You turned it on just in time to see Dave coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled. “I think the power’s out.”

“You think?” you giggled, and he laughed softly. You bit your lip as thunder rumbled again, trying to ignore how much it made your heart race.

“Give me a hand here, please?” he said. You nodded and walked over to help him find his pajamas. He opened a drawer, picked out some fresh clothes, and tossed them on the bed before handing you his towel. “Thanks, babe,” he said while getting dressed. You smiled softly. “Ready to get into bed? I don't think we're getting anything else done with this rain and no power,” he asked as he grabbed his towel and went back to the bathroom to hang it up.

“Can't wait,” you smiled when he came back, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek softly, and you chuckled.

You climbed into bed with a happy sigh, smiling as you felt Dave's warm body against yours. He took the flashlight from your hand, turned it off, and set it on his bedside table before wrapping his arms around you and giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead. You let out a small, contented noise and buried your face in his chest, the familiar scent of his skin calming you. It was perfect.

Then, you heard thunder crash again.

“You alright?” Dave asked, one hand soothingly stroking your back. You’d never told him how scared thunder made you feel, but Dave was perfect at reading your emotions, like always. 

“I’m okay,” you breathed, your voice shaking a bit as it boomed again, louder this time. You buried your face in his chest, cheeks burning as embarrassment and fear mingled in your chest. 

“You’re all tense, love,” Dave whispered, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “It’s just a little rain.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I know it’s silly, but… The thunder…”

"You don't have to be sorry," Dave said right away, gently pulling back and lifting your chin so you could look at him. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the way he held you close, keeping you safe. "Want me to turn on the flashlight?"

"Yeah, that'd help," you whispered. He turned around, switched on the flashlight, and aimed it at the wall so the light spread softly around the room. You blinked, getting used to the brightness, then buried your face in Dave's chest again as another thunderclap echoed.

“It’s okay,” Dave said in a soothing tone as he caressed your back slowly, "I'll grab some noise-reducing earplugs for you first thing in the morning, alright?"

"You don't have to, Dave," you whispered. "It's just some silly thunder. I shouldn't be this scared, but..."

"It's not silly," he cut in, firm but gentle. “I don’t want to see you upset, baby. So let me just help, okay?” He kissed your lips softly. 

“Okay,” you answered, your voice a small whisper as he kissed your forehead. You took a deep breath, trying to relax. Dave kept rubbing your back, his other hand cupping your cheek as he buried his face in your hair, his lips leaving small kisses all over your face.

"In the meantime," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with a small smile. "Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips softly. "I'm right here. You're safe with me."

"Thanks, Dave," you said quietly, a pleasant warmth spreading through your cheeks. “You know I love you, right?”

“I do. But it’s always nice to hear it,” he chuckled. “I love you too, by the way.”

You giggled, biting your lip softly as thunder rumbled again, relieved it was further away now. 

"It's okay," Dave whispered, his lips seeking yours, the sweet pressure of his warmth making you sigh. “It’s okay.”

His kisses started soft, just like he’d been all night, soft and sweet and tender. But slowly, you could feel it changing — the lingering pressure of his lips, then his tongue, exploring your mouth as small sighs and moans escaped you. You ran your fingers through his hair, laughing softly when he pulled you closer, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbones.

"Are you trying to distract me?" you asked, giggling. He chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Is it working?" he teased, and you hummed contentedly when he kissed you again, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed happily, melting into his kiss, pressing your body against his. He bit your lower lip gently, his hand moving to your belly before slowly slipping under your panties. "This okay? We don't have to if you're not feeling it."

“It’s fine,” you breathed, your heart beating a little faster, not out of fear now, but of something else entirely. 

You could see a small smile on Dave’s lips before he kissed you again, his fingers finding the wet spot between your thighs as you spread your legs a bit. Your breath hitched as he circled your entrance with his index finger, feeling your wetness before pressing it against your clit. You moaned against his lips as he started slowly massaging your bud.

“Dave…” you whispered, feeling your whole body heat up from his touch, the way he made those small circles making you shiver deliciously in his arms. He kissed your cheek, pressing his body closer to yours as his fingers made you forget, if only for a moment, anything bad you could’ve been feeling.

There was no fear, no tension — just his warm skin against yours, his scent, the soft touch of his lips on your skin. You closed your eyes, gripping your pillow with one hand as he slid two fingers inside you, moving them in and out slowly, making you squeeze around him with pleasure.

“Eyes on me, love,” he whispered. You opened your teary eyes to find his hazel warmth looking at you in a mix of love and desire. “That’s right, my sweet girl. You’re doing so well…”

You moaned again, his words lighting a fire inside you as you felt your face flush. Oh, how you loved being praised by him, being loved by him. How you loved him, the way he cared for you, the way his hazel eyes were always watching yours, making sure you felt good. And fuck, it did, the sweet, sweet pressure of his fingers curling inside you as your legs shook, the way his lips found yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth slowly as you drowned in his taste, his touch. 

You could feel your whole body tense up right before your climax hit, your pussy squeezing around his fingers as you moaned into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair as you pressed your body against his. Dave pulled away gently, kissing your temple and whispering sweet praises in your ear, guiding you through your orgasm as the pleasure became too much and then crashed over you like a wave, all at once.

You giggled softly as you came down from your high, meeting Dave's eyes as he smiled at your reaction. You grabbed his face on your hands, kissing his lips again and again as he climbed on top of you, sitting up to take off his shirt and then yours. You opened your mouth slightly, a small sigh escaping your lips as he pulled down your panties and then his underwear. Dave kissed your neck, biting softly before pushing his cock inside you, and you moaned at that familiar, delicious stretch.

You whimpered when Dave started rocking his hips, slow and sensual, moaning softly against your neck, and buried your hand in his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist to let him go deeper. He grunted, hands gripping the sheets as he pushed harder. You closed your eyes, wet with tears of pleasure, and he caressed your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheekbone before his lips crashed into yours. Dave moaned softly against your lips, his thrusts getting harder; he nibbled on your lower lip, making you let out a small moan as you felt your insides tighten around him.

“I'm coming again,” you whined, and Dave moaned softly, his thrusts growing erratic like your words just pushed him over the edge. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to kiss and suck on your neck’s tender skin, making you moan his name over and over as your second orgasm hit you hard. Dave grunted, picking up the pace, little moans escaping his lips before he reached his peak as well. You wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, keeping him close as he spilled inside you, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

You smiled as Dave kissed your lips gently, pulling away with a sigh before lying down beside you. You could still hear the rain, but it was lighter now, more like a regular rain than a storm. And thankfully, no more thunder - though you were pretty sure even that couldn’t mess with the happiness and relaxation flowing through you right now.

"You alright?" Dave asked, his voice a bit hoarse. You nodded, smiling. He grinned back, gently running his hand through your hair. "Not scared anymore?"

"I'm good," you said. "Thanks, Dave."

"Glad I could help, babe. And the sex wasn't bad either," he joked, making you laugh. "But I'm still getting you those earplugs tomorrow, okay?"

"You don't have to worry so much about me," you whispered, and he chuckled.

"Of course I do. That's what boyfriends are for."

"To worry about their girlfriends?" you asked with a soft laugh.

"To care for them," he smiled, his face getting closer to yours before giving you a quick kiss. "And to love them."

"Well," you said, kissing his cheek softly before laying your head on his chest. "I think you're doing an amazing job so far."

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In the heart of a bustling city stood a nondescript condo, its plain exterior hiding the extraordinary lives within. Six young men, bound by a unique shared experience, navigated the narrow corridors with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They had all moved here seeking a sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without judgment or question. Their paths had led them to these very walls, where they would soon embark on a journey that defied societal norms.

Apartment 2F was the designated birth suite for the evening. The walls had been painted a soft blue, a nod to the unconventional nature of the residents. The living room had been transformed into a makeshift delivery room, with medical supplies neatly arranged and a midwife on standby. Each man had brought personal items for comfort: a favorite blanket, a treasured teddy bear, a playlist filled with soothing melodies to accompany them through the night.

Number 3, the twin dad-to-be, lay on the couch, his stomach stretched taut beneath his shirt. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he breathed through each contraction, his partner, Alex, gently rubbing his back. The twins kicked in unison, a reminder of the life they were about to bring into the world. The anticipation in the room was palpable as the others hovered nearby, sharing nervous smiles and whispered words of encouragement.

Number 5, who was known for his stoic demeanor, began to show signs of distress. His labor had stalled, and the midwife, a seasoned professional named Rachel, grew concerned. "Looks like your baby is breech," she said, her voice calm yet firm. "We need to get you into a better position to help things along." Despite the pain, he nodded, willing to do whatever it took to ensure a safe delivery for his child.

The room fell into a tense hush as Rachel instructed Number 5 to move onto the floor, where they could attempt to manually turn the baby. The young man winced as she applied pressure, his grip on Alex's hand tightening with each push. The others watched, a mix of empathy and anxiety etched on their faces. They had all faced their own challenges in navigating this new aspect of their identities, but this was uncharted territory even for them.

Number 1, the youngest of the group, took a seat on the floor next to Rachel. His own contractions had started to come closer together, his breathing quickening. He was the only one of them who had chosen to carry alone, without a partner to share in the experience. The others had offered their support from the beginning, and now he leaned into it gratefully, drawing strength from their collective energy.

Number 6, who had been pacing the room to ease his own discomfort, stopped in his tracks. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his eyes darting between Rachel and Number 5. Rachel offered a reassuring smile. "It's normal for things to get a bit hairy before the big moment," she said. "But we're all here for each other, right?"

The group nodded in unison, their faces a tableau of determination. They had faced the world together and would face this challenge as one. Number 4, who was the most visibly anxious, took a deep breath and began to recount the story of how they had all found out about the condo. It was a tale of hope and solidarity that had brought them together in this very moment.

As the hours ticked by, the contractions grew stronger for all of them. The air was thick with anticipation and the occasional groan of pain. Rachel moved from one to the next, checking their progress, offering gentle encouragement, and reminding them of the breathing exercises they had learned in their prenatal classes. The apartment was a symphony of soft whispers, the rhythmic sound of breathing, and the occasional beep of the fetal monitor.

Number 2, who was in the early stages of labor, took charge of the playlist, ensuring that the music flowed smoothly to match the mood of the room. He had chosen a mix of slow jams and upbeat tracks to keep everyone's spirits high. As the contractions grew more intense, the volume was turned down, and the music became a faint background melody.

The midwife, Rachel, was a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. She moved with a grace that belied the urgency of the situation. Her eyes never left Number 5, whose pain had begun to crescendo. After several attempts, she managed to coax the baby into a better position, and the tension in the room eased slightly. The group collectively exhaled, the relief palpable.

Number 3, his contractions now mere minutes apart, was helped into the makeshift delivery bed. His partner, Alex, took his place beside him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. The twins were eager to greet the world, and the anticipation was written across Alex's face. He held Number 3's hand tightly, his thumb tracing small circles, a silent promise of support.

The midwife, Rachel, monitored the situation closely, her eyes darting from the fetal monitor to the expectant fathers. She knew that each man's experience was unique, yet she had seen the strength that bonded them all. They had faced ridicule and misunderstanding from the outside world, but within these walls, they had found a family that truly understood.

Number 1, feeling the pressure build within him, began to lean on the others for physical support. He wrapped an arm around Number 6's neck, and the two men held each other up, sharing in the pain and the promise of new life. Despite their varied backgrounds and experiences, they had all come to this moment together.

The air grew thicker as the contractions grew stronger for each of the soon-to-be fathers. The smell of anticipation mingled with the sterile scent of the medical supplies, creating a peculiar bouquet that spoke of life and fear. Rachel, ever the professional, maintained a serene countenance as she tended to each man, her eyes never straying from the monitors that signaled the babies' impending arrivals.

Number 3's breathing grew shallower as the twins descended. Rachel's voice remained steady, guiding him through the final stages of labor. Alex's eyes never left his partner's, a silent testament to the love that had brought them here. The twins' heartbeats grew louder, a rhythmic duet that seemed to echo the pulse of the room.

The first cry pierced the silence, a tiny, triumphant sound that filled the space with joy. It was the first of the twins, a little girl with a shock of dark hair. Rachel passed her to Alex, whose eyes filled with tears as he cradled her gently. Number 3's chest heaved with the effort of one final push, and the second twin, a boy, emerged into the world. The room erupted in applause and cheers, a cacophony that washed away the tension.

Number 5, inspired by the success of his friend, gritted his teeth and pushed with all his might. Rachel's face was a mask of concentration as she coached him through the delivery. With a final surge, his baby boy slipped into the world, immediately letting out a wail that seemed to resonate with the others' relief. The room grew warmer with each new life that entered it, a stark contrast to the cool, blue walls that surrounded them.

Number 1 leaned heavily against the arm of the couch, his young face etched with determination. His contractions had grown closer, and Rachel knew it was time to focus her attention on him. She knelt beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his knee. "You're doing great," she murmured. "You're almost there." Despite his fears, he nodded, drawing strength from the collective experience of the men around him.

The music grew softer as Number 1's breaths grew deeper, and the room fell into a rhythm that mimicked the beating of a heart. Rachel checked the monitor and nodded to herself. The baby was coming. The others gathered around, offering words of encouragement, their own pain momentarily forgotten in the excitement of welcoming a new life.

With a final push, Number 1's baby emerged, a tiny, perfect human squeezed into existence amidst the confines of the condo. Rachel caught the baby with a gentle touch and passed him to his father. The room was silent for a moment, save for the newborn's cries, before erupting into applause. Number 1's eyes filled with tears as he cradled his son, feeling the weight of his creation in his arms for the first time.

Number 6 took a step back, his hand on his swollen stomach, feeling the first stirrings of his own impending labor. His heart raced as he watched his friends become fathers. Rachel, noticing his distress, made her way over to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You're next," she said with a smile. "But don't worry, you've got us."

The room grew quieter again as Rachel focused on preparing for Number 6's delivery. The others took turns holding the new twins, cooing over them, and offering gentle strokes to their downy heads. The babies' cries grew softer, lulled by the warmth of their new environment and the steady beating of their fathers' hearts. Number 5, now holding his son, offered a tired smile to Number 1. "You're not the only one who's a dad now," he said, his voice filled with pride.

Number 6 leaned against the wall, breathing deeply as Rachel checked his progress. He was a few weeks behind the others, but his baby was eager to join the world. His contractions grew stronger, and he felt a newfound sense of urgency. The young man looked around the room, his eyes meeting those of his friends, and he knew he was not alone. They had all been through this together, and now it was his turn.

The midwife, Rachel, sensed the change in the air and nodded to the others. "Alright, let's get him ready," she said, her voice steady and reassuring. Number 2 and Number 4 moved aside the furniture to make more space, while Number 3 and Alex helped Number 6 to the delivery bed. The twins, swaddled in matching blue blankets, were passed around the room, a reminder of what was to come.

Number 6 lay down, his face a mask of concentration. Rachel dimmed the lights and began to prepare the necessary equipment. The music grew quieter, a solemn melody that seemed to hold the room in a gentle embrace. The young man took deep, even breaths as Rachel began her instructions. He nodded along, his eyes never leaving hers.

The contractions grew stronger, and Rachel's voice grew more urgent. "Almost there," she said, her eyes never leaving the monitor. The room held its breath as the baby's head began to crown, the first sign of the life that was about to enter the world. Number 6 gripped the sides of the bed, his knuckles white with effort. His friends, now fathers themselves, offered words of encouragement, sharing the weight of the moment with him.

The baby's head emerged, and Rachel gently guided the rest of the body out. She placed the squalling newborn into Number 6's arms, and the room erupted in cheers. The young man's eyes widened in awe at the tiny creature that was his own, feeling a love so profound it was almost overwhelming. The group gathered around, each taking a moment to marvel at the new life that had just entered their unconventional family.

As Rachel tended to Number 6, the others couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. They were proud of their friend, but also acutely aware that their own moments of becoming fathers were drawing closer. Number 4, who had been the most skeptical about the idea of a communal birth, found himself tearing up as he watched Number 6's transformation. The bonds of friendship and shared experience grew stronger with each passing minute.

Number 6's baby, a beautiful girl with a thatch of blonde hair, began to calm down in her father's arms. Rachel offered a few words of congratulations before moving on to Number 4, who was now fully dilated. The room buzzed with excitement as they all knew the final moments of his labor were approaching. His partner, a man named Marcus, took his place beside the delivery bed, his eyes never leaving his soon-to-be child.

The air was a potent mix of emotions, a cocktail of pain, joy, and anticipation. Number 4's breath grew ragged as the contractions hit like waves, each one more intense than the last. Rachel's voice remained a constant, soothing presence, guiding him through each one. The others, now more seasoned in the art of birth, offered gentle encouragement, sharing their own experiences and tips.

Marcus held Number 4's hand, his grip tightening with each push. The room had become a dance of sorts, a choreography of pain and support. Rachel's eyes never left the monitor, her hands moving with the precision of an artist, ensuring that both father and child remained safe. The tension grew as the baby's head began to emerge, a crowning that was met with a collective intake of breath from the men surrounding them.

The final push brought forth a new life, a baby boy with a head full of dark hair. Marcus took him in his arms, his own eyes brimming with tears as he looked down at their child for the first time. Rachel stepped back, allowing them a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. The room was alive with whispers of amazement and the soft cries of the newborn.

Finally Number 2 turn came, he was the last one of the group. The room had taken on the aura of a sacred space, each contraction a testament to the strength of the human spirit. Rachel checked his progress with the same gentle efficiency she had shown the others, her eyes revealing nothing of the fatigue she must have felt.

Number 2, whose real name was Michael, lay on the bed, his face contorted with effort. His husband, Daniel, held his hand tightly, whispering words of love and encouragement. The room was a blur of faces, each one a bastion of support in this most intimate of moments. The twins slept peacefully in a makeshift crib, their tiny chests rising and falling in time with the rhythm of their fathers' breaths.

"You're doing great," Rachel murmured, her eyes never leaving the monitor. "Your baby is coming soon." Michael nodded, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The pain was intense, but he knew that it was temporary, that soon he would be holding his child in his arms.

The group had settled into a rhythm now, each one playing a role in the birth of their friends' children. They had become a cohesive unit, a team that worked together to bring new life into the world. Number 3, still recovering from his own labor, managed to stand and offer a hand to Rachel, his own babies nestled safely in the arms of Alex.

"You're doing amazing, Michael," Daniel whispered, his voice a balm to Michael's strained nerves. His eyes searched the room, finding the faces of his friends, now fathers themselves, and he felt a swell of pride and love for each of them. They had all faced this together, and they would all come out the other side forever changed.

The contractions grew closer, and Rachel's voice grew more insistent. "Okay, Michael, it's time to push now," she said firmly. Michael nodded, his focus laser sharp as he bore down, his body shaking with effort. The pain was intense, but he knew it was a necessary part of the journey. His breaths grew louder, a crescendo of effort that seemed to fill the room.

The baby's head appeared, a crown of dark hair, and Rachel called for Daniel to take over the encouragement. "You're so close," Daniel said, his voice cracking with emotion. "You're almost there." The others watched, their own feelings of anticipation and excitement reflected in their eyes.

With one final, monumental effort, Michael pushed and Rachel carefully guided the baby into the world. A moment of absolute stillness hung in the air before the room was filled with the sound of a new life's first cry. Rachel handed the squirming, perfect little being to Michael, who looked down at his daughter with awe and love. Daniel leaned over, placing a kiss on Michael's forehead, the proudest moment of their lives etched into their shared gaze.

The shared joy in the room was palpable as Michael cradled his newborn daughter, her tiny fingers wrapping around his thumb. Rachel moved efficiently to ensure both father and child were healthy, then stepped back to allow the men to bask in the aftermath of their collective triumph. The room was now a flurry of activity as they all tended to their new babies, their faces a mix of exhaustion and elation.

[tartigglez]

Hello tunblr user that I have NEVER spoken to before

Can I pretty please request dragon!zhongli doing dragon!Zhongli things

Like hoarding shiny things, and having a tail and hating random plants and squid 😭😭😭😭 idk I’m just hoping that something in this magically inspires your brain BUT feel free to ignore me

(I also really wanted to initiate ur ask box lol)

~ 🌷 anon <3

Why hello there tumblr user who i have also never spoken to! i hope this is uh,,, acceptable.

it was so hard to find a title for this oml

"my natural form...?"

zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff, pure unfiltered fluffiness, such fluff, many fluffitude

word count: 500-ish

tags: retail addict zhong bc we love to see it, possessive zhong, zhong hates fish zhong, protective zhong (hes a cutie patootie guys omgomomgomgomgogmogmHDKAJH), venti makes a cameo/reader is a traveller but not tHE traveller bc THEYRE MINORS I REFUSE TO WRITE THAT. thats kinda it

tw/cw: possessive dragon boi, it lowkey seems like lightly toxic behaviour but i think thats it

a/n: i wrote a little smol bit of this every night this week so its maybe a bit disjointed but whatever. this was fun to write ty tulip bb. zhongli is the cutest im so sOFT FOR THIS MAN AAAA. also send me asks, ples, pls, plsssssssss, pls.

dragon!zhongli who will buy pretty things without even realising that he quite literally has a retail addiction. will put things in random places in your house then get really confused when you move them. he keeps closely monitored stock of everything.

“darling, have you seen my golden vase anywhere”

“which golden vase?” 

“the one i purchased last week, at the market”

“i put flowers in it, it’s in the kitchen”

“okay, okay, good”

“you seem awfully worried about it”

“i am not, i simply… wished to know where it was… is all.”

“i see.”

dragon!zhongli who is lowkey possessive over you but refuses to admit it, also he feels that jealousy is not a good shade on him. But he’s a dragon, and you’re his most prized treasure, so it is only natural to him to protect you, right? it can’t be helped. he's got a really good sense of smell, so he can always tell who you’ve been around in the past few hours, but won’t tell you because he's afraid it’ll freak you out. 

(side note: he totally loves your scent and will compliment you on it all the time, like he’ll bury his head in your neck to calm himself down omg)

“my dear, who was with you earlier?”

“the guild had me teleport to mondstadt for a commission, why?”

“nothing my love, i simply- nevermind”

you look him in the eyes doubtfully

“tell.” 

“alright. you were with the anemo archon, yes?”

“i was. i was sent out to windrise to fight some hilichurls, i ran into him and he helped me defeat them, why?” 

“nothing, darling. the hilichurls didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“when has a hilichurl ever hurt me?”

“it is difficult to argue with that logic.”

dragon!zhongli who despite literally creating the harbour, refuses to go near the markets. he cannot stand the smell of the seafood that the merchants sell, so despite trying to “blend in” whilst in his mortal form, he will rarely be sighted outside the innermost parts of the city. 

“li’”

“yes, dear?”

“shall we take a stroll by the harbour? i have a free hour this afternoon and we should spend some time together. i haven’t spent much time with you this week, and i've missed you.”

“i have missed you too, love, however i think that-”

“you think?”

“i think that it is rather cold, down by the harbour. Shall we go to the teahouse instead?”

dragon!zhongli who is unconsciously protective of you in his sleep. he will wrap his tail around your form when cuddling, as a literal natural response. puts it around your waist and between your arms whilst spooning you so you can hug it like a teddy bear whilst he puts little kisses on your shoulders as you doze off. tells you the stories of years gone by as you sleep to vent his worries.

“li’”

“darling?”

“tell a story”

“must i?”

“yes, you must!”

“very well my dear, close your eyes.”