#twice x gn! reader

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₊˚⊹ 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗔𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 ⊹˚₊

Featuring: Dabi ✧ Shigaraki Tomura ✧ Kurogiri ✧ Overhaul (Kai Chisaki) ✧ Twice ✧ Stain ✧ Mr. Compress ✧ Spinner

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Reminder! These head-canons are all about keeping it realistic—flaws and all. So let’s Step into the unpredictable world of the LOV and find out how each one might love… or destroy.

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Dabi

Their Dynamic in a Relationship: Dabi is emotionally unavailable, distant, and self-destructive—not exactly the kind of guy who showers you with love. If you expect softness, don’t. He keeps things casual at first and doesn’t do labels. You might not even know if you’re actually dating until he starts getting jealous over stupid things, like you talking to Twice for too long.

His way of showing “affection” is dark humor, teasing, and physical closeness, but he won’t open up emotionally. If you push for anything deeper, he’ll push back—hard. He’s reckless and doesn’t care if he gets hurt, so seeing someone care about him makes him uncomfortable. But deep down? It scares him even more that he wants to care about you.

Dabi’s biggest red flag? Disappearing for days without warning and expecting you to be fine with it. His biggest green flag? Once he’s actually attached, he’d burn the world for you.

Who He’s Drawn To: Someone who can keep up with his dark humor and cynicism but isn’t naive enough to think they can “fix” him. He likes people with bite, someone who calls him out on his BS but won’t get overly emotional about it. He might say he prefers someone detached, but the truth? He will fall for who make him feel something, even when he doesn’t want to.

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Shigaraki Tomura

Their Dynamic in a Relationship: Shigaraki is possessive, emotionally intense, and socially awkward. He doesn’t trust easily, and even if he likes you, he’ll push you away at first—partially because he doesn’t want to be dependent on anyone, partially because he’s scared of literally decaying you.

He’s territorial as hell but not in the traditional way. He won’t be the type to glare at people for looking at you, but if someone disrespects you? They’re dead. No hesitation. He doesn’t believe in showing off love publicly, but privately? He’s clingy, needy, and desperate for validation.

His biggest struggle? Controlling his emotions. If he’s angry, he needs space—otherwise, he might say something he regrets. If he’s hurt, he’ll shut down completely. You need patience to be with him, but if you stick around? He’ll worship the ground you walk on.

Who He’s Drawn To: Someone patient and understanding, but not weak. He hates being pitied, so he’s drawn to people who see him for who he is and accept him without trying to change him. If you’re overly emotional or clingy, he’ll get overwhelmed, but he also can’t handle people who are too distant. He needs a middle ground—someone who gives him space but never actually leaves.

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Kurogiri

Their Dynamic in a Relationship: Kurogiri is calm, composed, and weirdly protective. He acts like a caretaker, making sure you’re safe, fed, and taken care of—but in a way that feels more paternal than romantic at times. He doesn’t show love in words, but through actions. He always remembers the little things, like your favorite drink or when you need rest.

He’s insanely loyal, and once he considers you his, nothing will shake that. He’s also the least toxic of the bunch, but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless. If anyone threatens you? They disappear. No questions asked.

Who He’s Drawn To: Someone intelligent, mature, and emotionally stable. He doesn’t do chaos—he already has to deal with Shigaraki’s tantrums. He prefers someone composed but not lifeless, someone who understands when to push him and when to back off. If you’re reckless or impulsive, he’ll spend most of his time cleaning up your messes.

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Overhaul (Kai Chisaki)

Their Dynamic in a Relationship: Overhaul is controlling, distant, and obsessive—but in a cold, calculating way rather than a passionate one. You don’t date Overhaul. He chooses you. And if he does? You belong to him. He doesn’t do casual relationships, and he doesn’t tolerate disobedience.

He doesn’t show affection traditionally—he shows it by protecting you, providing for you, and keeping you “safe” (aka isolating you from anything he deems a “threat”). He expects complete loyalty, and if you betray him? There’s no forgiveness.

His biggest red flag? Treating you like an extension of himself rather than an individual. His biggest green flag? He’d do anything to keep you safe—no matter what it takes.

Who He’s Drawn To: Someone obedient, disciplined, and composed. He doesn’t do messy, chaotic people—he sees them as weak. If you’re too independent or rebellious, he won’t waste time on you. But if you’re someone who follows his rules? He’ll protect and care for you with unwavering devotion.

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Twice

Their Dynamic in a Relationship: Twice is chaotic, affectionate, and emotionally all over the place. He falls fast and hard, and once he loves you, you’re his world. He craves constant reassurance and hates being alone, so he’ll cling to you like a lost puppy.

He’s funny, playful, and makes you laugh constantly, but his mental instability makes things unpredictable. One second he’s showering you with affection, the next he’s spiraling into self-doubt.

His biggest struggle? His identity crisis. Sometimes he questions if he’s real—and he’ll need you to ground him when that happens.

Who He’s Drawn To: Someone patient, fun, and good at handling emotions. He needs stability in his life, but he’s drawn to kindness and warmth. If you can’t handle his highs and lows, it won’t work.

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Stain

Their Dynamic in a Relationship: Stain is intense, ideological, and hard to get close to. He doesn’t do casual relationships—if he’s with you, it’s because he sees you as worthy. He respects strength and doesn’t tolerate weakness, so he’s more likely to be your mentor before your lover.

Affection? Extremely rare. But if he does love you, he shows it by guiding you, protecting you, and believing in you.

Who He’s Drawn To: Someone strong-willed, independent, and unshakable. If you’re weak, he won’t respect you. If you’re shallow, he won’t even look at you.

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Mr. Compress

Their Dynamic in a Relationship: Mr. Compress is charming, theatrical, and deeply intelligent—he’s the kind of guy who always knows the right thing to say at the right time. His relationship style is playful and flirtatious, but not shallow. He enjoys keeping you on your toes, teasing you with smooth one-liners, and making you feel like you’re in a storybook romance.

Despite his playful nature, he’s calculating and highly perceptive—he knows exactly what makes you tick, and he uses that to his advantage. He’s not controlling, but he is manipulative in subtle ways. If he wants you to do something, he won’t demand it—he’ll persuade you so smoothly that you think it was your idea all along.

Affection with him is grand yet personal—he loves dramatic gestures, deep conversations, and making you feel like the protagonist in his performance. But underneath the showmanship, he’s guarded. You might feel like you know him, but in reality? He only lets you see what he wants you to see.

His biggest red flag? Keeping secrets and only revealing what benefits him. His biggest green flag? He will always keep things interesting, and he deeply values intelligence and emotional depth in a partner.

Who He’s Drawn To: Someone quick-witted, playful, and not easily fooled. He loves a good verbal sparring match, and he needs a partner who can challenge him intellectually. He’s drawn to people who have a strong sense of self, because as much as he enjoys the game of persuasion, he respects someone who can’t be easily swayed.

If you’re too naive or gullible, he’ll find it boring. But if you’re too closed off, he’ll get frustrated trying to figure you out. The perfect balance? Someone just as clever as him, but who keeps their cards close to their chest.

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Spinner

Their Dynamic in a Relationship: Spinner is loyal, nerdy, and awkwardly devoted. Out of all the LOV members, he’s the most “normal” boyfriend, meaning he actually tries to have a healthy relationship—but his insecurities hold him back.

He’s used to being overlooked and underestimated, so if you show genuine interest in him? He attaches quickly. He’s not the best at flirting, and he might even doubt that you actually like him at first. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, but once he trusts you, he’s ride-or-die loyal.

He’s a dork at heart, so expect gaming dates, deep talks about hero society, and late-night rants about Stain’s ideology. He wants someone to believe in him, and if you do? He’ll worship you.

His biggest red flag? Low self-esteem, which can lead to him being overly dependent on you for validation. His biggest green flag? He genuinely wants to be better for you.

Who He’s Drawn To: Someone supportive, patient, and willing to see past his flaws. He doesn’t expect perfection, but he needs to feel respected. If you belittle him or make him feel like he’s “lesser” than other villains, he’ll shut down.

He’s most compatible with someone who makes him feel strong and valued, but also someone who won’t let him obsess over his inferiority complex. He needs a grounded, steady presence in his life.

« So, you went for the bad boys, huh? But what if you had a hero instead? If you’re curious about the softer, more righteous side of love, check out the Heroes x Reader version. »

Let me know if you have any feedback or if there’s any warnings I need to put on my post, I also take any requests from all fandoms that I know of. I hope you enjoyed reading this!

[halsinsheart]

a/n: welcome to kinkmas day 1 aka me delving back into writing.

summary: halsin & reader get distracted while mushroom foraging.

tags: NSFW MDNI, size difference, gn!reader, pet names (love, little one, songbird)

wc: ~1.8k

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“Woah, look at that one there!” You pointed to a unique shape poking out from the rotting wood of a felled birch, garnering the attention of your large companion who chuckled softly at your childlike fascination.

“Some Purple Jellydisc; inedible but interesting to look at nonetheless.” Halsin crouched down next to you, his expression equally as captivated by the fungi as yours was.

Food rations in the camp were stable at the moment, but considering how your party seemed to grow and with inclement weather looming on the horizon, you coaxed Halsin into foraging with you. However, coaxing might have been an overstatement because the druid all but jumped up from his spot where he was whittling in favor of joining you on your excursion. You were a decent distance into the forest now with a basket on your arm that was slow to fill, but in your defense, you were understandably distracted.

Halsin stood sturdy against the incoming storm’s wind, a pleasant buffer between you and the elements. It was also the most opportune moment for you to admire just how broad he was while your mind wandered with thoughts of him. The irony of the man built like a tree worshipping the Oak Father wasn’t lost on you, although you wondered exactly what type of oak he would be. Perhaps a Southen Live, with its wide expanse and evergreen foliage? Or maybe the Bur with its massive heights and impressive longevity?

“Ah, here we are- Lion’s Mane! Edible and full of flavor.” Halsin’s deep voice shook you from your rambling thoughts and as you took in the mushroom he was slicing, it was your turn to laugh.

“They really know how to appropriately name these guys. Shame that Turkey Tail isn't edible, it’d be funny to serve it with actual turkey. Hey, wait, there’s Old-Man-of-the-Woods!” You scrambled over one of the broken trunks in front of you to squat down in front of the fungi and cut the fruiting body off before placing it into the basket with the others.

“I’ve been here the entire time, little one, ripe for your harvesting.” The joke was delivered with his usual charming smile as he held his arms out in a gesturing manner towards himself.

Thoughts faltered within your head for a moment as you processed his words and tried to grapple for a response that didn’t make you sound like an immature teenager. “Ripe for my harvesting, yeah? If we don’t find too many more edible things I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“Of course, I'd hate to see you starve. By all means, consume me, little songbird.” His voice lowered at the same time he leaned in closer while his stance widened and his chest puffed outwards, only making him appear larger.

Swallowing the air stuck in your throat, you braced yourself on the tree behind you and looked up into the hazel irises of the druid. The pet name nearly made you whimper as he loomed over you, but his words gave you confidence. You would consume him wholly and entirely. Lips met in a fevered kiss and your hands cupped his face gently while his own covered a wide expanse over your hips, squeezing ever so slightly. Again and again, you kissed until you were gasping for air, leaning your head back to obtain some oxygen, yet Halsin persisted with kisses along your exposed neck.

“Breathtaking.” He whispered against your skin while his hands massaged your ass before he plucked you off the ground.

A surprised squeal of excitement left you as you clamored to hold onto him while you were lifted several feet off the ground. Finally, at eye level, you took advantage and kissed him again, reveling in the decadent noise that left his lips when your hands tugged at his hair. After a couple more tugs, his hair fell from its half-bun to frame his face and tickle at your cheeks. Your legs wrapped around his thick torso, though you didn’t have a chance of crossing your ankles around his back, your legs simply too short and his body far too wide. 

Traveling your hands down his neck to his torso, you pulled at his tunic until the front laces came loose. Halsin shuffled you around in his arms like a mere burlap sack so he could shrug his shirt off, while you were left to ogle at his combined balance and strength until he brought you back to him. His warm chest was now bared to you and his hands made quick work of your shirt, being mindful not to tear it while he discarded it. When your bare skin met, it felt like a jolt of electricity coursed through you and ultimately ended as a pulse to your core.

“Please,” your voice wavered as you pleaded with him, tugging at his hair to no avail in an attempt to remove him from the sensitive part of your neck, only earning a breathy chuckle before he responded.

“Please what, my love? Share with me your fantasies and I’ll make them a reality,” his breath fanned across your neck as he relished in your scent, hands caressing up and down your back while his eyes closed.

A desperate whine left you when you realized he was making you voice your desires out loud, still, you were desperate enough to obey the demand, “Please, touch me more. I want all of you.”

“I’d love nothing more,” his last words were nearly a growl, reverberating down through your bones and back.

In one swift motion, you were laid in a soft patch of white clover that embraced you as gently as the druid hovering over you did. Your limbs splayed out as they welcomed the caresses from both plant and druid, the latter of which ever so slowly slid your bottoms off until they were discarded to the side. Halsin sat back on his haunches, fingertips still ghosting your skin while he simply admired the view of you splayed out just for him.

A shiver ran down your spine at the teasing sensation and you parted your legs in a silent beckon for him. Never one to ignore the call of nature’s desires, especially ones that concern your desires, Halsin obeyed. His movements were skilled and experienced, much more than that, he listened. Every movement, every noise, and every twitch you gave told him everything he needed to know about how you were feeling and what you needed from him. 

So much so, that it didn’t take long for you to be drowned in ecstasy not just once or twice, but until your body movements were beyond your control and any attempt you made to quiet your noises was futile. Only by the grace of the gods were you finally able to beg for him to stop, and even then he took you over the edge one more time.

“You always taste divine, I can’t quite help myself,” he chuckled under his breath as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “but now you’re more than ready for me, little one. And I intend to give you all of me.”

“Ha, I’d expect nothing less,” you responded breathlessly, still recovering from the praise his mouth and fingers gave you, trying to ignore the way he used your words from earlier against you now. 

Sweet kisses were peppered across your face as Halsin slowly slid inside of you, making sure to pause every time one of your small hands squeezed at his bicep. Your mind melted as he pushed deeper inside of you, each additional inch making your eyes roll back. The stretch burned yet the way his heavy hands massaged your hips emboldened you to take more.

Once his tip reached the deepest part of you, he pulled away from leaning over you to down at where you were joined and back up at you, “Well, not quite all of me, though I’m sure we can improve that.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you mumbled while your face heated with embarrassment at his words and your lower half relaxed in anticipation of what was to come.

“Fair enough. So long as you sing for me, my love,” his lips pressed kisses into your hands before holding them to his heart and leaning down once more to shield your smaller form from the rest of the world, his forearms resting in the clovers next to your head.

Nodding, you both agreed to his request and gave him the okay to start moving. He kissed you one more time before giving a testing thrust, after seeing you adjusted to that alright, he slowly picked up a rhythm as smooth as the flowing river. You weren’t new to this, weren’t new to him, you knew what to expect. And yet, when he put his efforts into chasing your high, you found yourself gasping and hands flying to hold onto his shoulders for stability.

The sounds of the daily nature activities didn’t stand a chance at drowning out the noises that resulted from your coupling. You only hoped you were far enough away from camp to avoid the walk of shame, though shame was far from any emotion you had over this. The number of times your pleasure crested was impossible to count while in your current mind state, with some ebbing right into another high.

Halsin was familiar with your body inside and out, and he could see the focus leaving your eyes as your mind went white from the overload of pleasure. His words of praise and sweet promises kept you grounded long enough for you both to worship and relish in the other’s body for one last, deliciously sweet high.

Heavy breaths mingled as your foreheads rested against each other and Halsin’s movements ceased except for the adoring caress of his hands that rubbed back and forth over your thighs. As your lucid thoughts returned to you, a smile spread across your face and your own hands reached out to brush a piece of hair from his eyes.

Decadent bliss filled the small clearing that you shared as pure unfiltered adoration radiated off of one of you flowing into the other and returned tenfold. Within this solace, where the forest surrounded you and hid your tryst away from the rest of the world, you longed for an eternity more of sharing your life with the large druid, whatever may come.

Whatever may come. Including the vampire elf’s near-tantrum when you returned to camp after many hours with less than adequate storage provisions.

©halsinsheart ~{2024}~ you do not have permission modify, copy, repost, or enter works into AI.

[cceanvvaves]

coffee mugs; p.jh

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: none

You glared, so she glared harder.

Moving in with Jihyo is, so far, the biggest step you two have taken in this relationship. You used to fantasize about it - think of all the late night talks and breakfasts and bed there would be! However, the first few weeks - months, even - were... worse than expected. The two of you had never lived together before, which meant that you didn't know each other's living habits.

You always fought about little things: where to leave dirty clothes, whether to keep the curtains closed or open, what time to wake up on weekends, and so on, and so forth.

Thankfully, you and Jihyo had sat down and talked and came to agreements, so things became better, and living together became natural for the both of you.

That doesn't mean you didn't get into disagreements from time to time.

Jeongyeon had come over earlier that week with a mug set for you and Jihyo. Unfortunately, you didn't get the chance to open it until now.

There were two mugs inside: a brown mug with the words 'TOP' in white, and a white mug with 'BOTTOM' in brown.

You and Jihyo simultaneously understood that this was one of Jeongyeon's not-so-funny pranks, but the competitive flames in both of you ignited. Neither of you would accept to use the 'BOTTOM' mug, because that would admit that you were... well, the bottom in the relationship.

Of course, the mugs didn't actually connect to your real-life dynamics, but you felt the need to show your dominance nonetheless.

"Y/N, please," Jihyo repeats for the nth time. "Just take it. It's not as if you'd be crowned 'World's Biggest Bottom' or something."

"You begging like that doesn't seem very 'top' either," you point out, somewhat teasing.

"I'm not begging." She huffs. "I'm simply trying to convince you."

"Not gonna happen."

The two of you stand there for a couple more minutes, glaring with your arms crossed in an attempt to intimidate the other. Neither backs down.

"It's just a mug," you finally sigh. Jihyo's eyes light up, but her face falls with your next words. "You take it, it fits you more."

Her lips part. "Are you crazy? What if the girls come over and see me holding that? They would never live it down."

"Then why don't we just keep it in the cupboard?"

Jihyo blinks. It's a logical solution, but she shakes her head. "I'm really close with Jeongyeon. She might feel bad if she doesn't see us using it."

"Then you take it." You purse your lips to prevent yourself from laughing at Jihyo's expression. "I'm pretty sure Jeongyeon only gave this to us for a laugh, Jih."

"I knew that the moment we opened it." She smirks. "I just wanted to see you admit that you were a bottom for me."

"What?" You gasp. "If anything, you're the one who-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence because a pair of soft lips smash onto yours. You immediately melt, hands falling to rest gently on her hips, smiling when you feel her playing with the hair on the back of your neck.

Jihyo's lips part, allowing you to deepen the kiss. You're pretty sure this kiss wasn't innocent - this is definetely still related to the mugs. And you're not losing.

You turn around to pin her carefully on the counter, making sure not to hit the mugs so as to avoid breaking them. Cleaning up wasn't on your to-do list today.

Jihyo's grip on your hair tightens when your hand slips underneath her shirt, your cold fingers caressing her stomach.

Smirking, you pull away only to put your lips on her neck instead, kissing and even softly biting at her skin.

"Not in the kitchen," she forces out, a blissful sigh escaping from her throat when you reach that certain spot.

She whines when you stop. "I'm thinking you didn't kiss me because I looked hot, did you?"

"No," she admits. "I wanted to catch you off-guard and make you agree to take the white one."

"That's cheating," you complain. "But it didn't work anyway, did it?"

"No," she repeats, rolling her eyes.

"Instead it was the other way 'round." You grin.

Jihyo frowns. "I didn't agree to anything."

"Your body certainly did."

"Y/N!" She scolds, lightly slapping your arm.

"What? Forget about the mugs." You're laughing now. You take her hand in yours and kiss the pout off her lips. "You said not in the kitchen. What about in the bedroom, my love?"

[cherubiyeon]

Can I request? Maybe something that involves married life with TWICE Sana. If it's alright, maybe for gender neutral reader? Also, love your works. Keep up the work, dudette. Your one of my favorite writers here haha.

calico skies | twice minatozaki sana x gender neutral reader

chamomile tea and bread, you and your wife, underneath the calico skies, after work.

✩ warnings. just fluff, you're married to sana, mentions of food

✩ word count. ~1.7k words

✩ playing. calico skies [paul mccartney]

✩ notes. HAHA this is so short sorry anon but tysm!! btw requests r open feel free to request!! i appreciate requests !! <3

y/n trudged wearily through the front door of their cozy apartment, the weight of the day's work clinging to every step. the apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of lamps casting warm, inviting pockets of light. the scent of something delicious wafted through the air, a familiar comfort that made the exhaustion in y/n's bones ebb away just a bit.

"hey, you're back!" sana's voice, tinged with excitement, reached y/n's ears even before she came into view. y/n turned towards the living room, a tired smile forming on their lips as they saw sana standing there, her eyes bright and a grin that could light up the whole room.

sana's arms opened wide, and without hesitation, y/n found themselves enveloped in a warm, tight hug. the embrace felt like a soothing balm to y/n's weary soul, a reminder that they were home, truly home. y/n wrapped their arms around sana in return, burying their face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"missed you," sana murmured, her voice a gentle whisper that sent shivers down y/n's spine.

"missed you too," y/n mumbled back, their voice muffled against sana's skin. it was a simple exchange, but it held a depth of emotion that words alone couldn't convey.

sana's grip on y/n loosened, but her touch remained, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on y/n's back. then, with a soft chuckle, she pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting y/n's with unspoken affection.

"rough day?" sana asked, her brows furrowing with concern.

y/n let out a tired sigh, a mixture of frustration and relief escaping with the breath. "yeah, you could say that."

sana's fingers brushed a strand of hair away from y/n's forehead, her touch gentle and soothing. "well, good news is, i've got something that might help."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "oh, really? and what might that be?"

with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, sana leaned in, her lips brushing against y/n's ear. "a magic remedy called 'sana's hug and kiss therapy.'"

y/n couldn't help but chuckle, the heaviness of the day slowly dissipating as sana's playful spirit worked its charm. "oh, is that a new medical breakthrough?"

sana grinned, her expression infectious. "absolutely. doctor's orders."

before y/n could react, sana's lips found theirs in a soft, lingering kiss. it was a kiss that held the promise of comfort, of home, and of shared moments that could chase away even the darkest of days. y/n's eyes fluttered closed, their arms instinctively winding around sana's waist, pulling her closer.

when the kiss finally broke, y/n's lips curved into a genuine smile. "i think i'm already feeling better."

sana's laughter was a melody that filled the room. "see? miracle cure."

y/n pressed their forehead against sana's, their eyes meeting in an unspoken exchange that spoke volumes. "you have no idea how much i needed this."

sana's fingers threaded through y/n's hair, her touch tender and full of love. "well, lucky for you, i'm here to provide all the hugs and kisses you need."

with a soft chuckle, y/n nuzzled their nose against sana's, a playful glint in their eyes. "do you offer a money-back guarantee?"

sana's response was a gentle peck on y/n's lips, her smile soft and full of adoration. "no refunds necessary. just a lifetime supply of love."

y/n's fingers brushed a strand of hair away from sana's face, their touch feather-light. "well, then i'm definitely getting the better end of this deal."

sana's laughter was a melodic sound that filled the room, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "you're always trying to find loopholes, aren't you?"

"hey, it's my job as the 'skeptical one' in this relationship," y/n teased, their tone affectionate.

sana's fingers trailed down y/n's arm in a slow, soothing caress. "and i'm the 'hopeless romantic' who's here to prove you wrong."

y/n's lips curved into a soft smile, their gaze locked onto sana's. "you're doing a pretty good job so far."

sana's grin was tender, her voice a gentle whisper. "well, there's a lot more where that came from."

as their eyes met in a lingering exchange, the unspoken words hung in the air like a promise—one that needed no formal declaration to hold its weight.

a contented sigh escaped y/n's lips, the earlier weariness now replaced by a sense of calm and belonging. "you know, i'm starting to think that 'sana's hug and kiss therapy' might just be the best remedy in the world."

sana's fingers intertwined with y/n's, their touch warm and reassuring. "it's a patented treatment, only available to a select few."

y/n leaned in, their lips brushing against sana's ear. "lucky me, then?"

sana's laughter was a soft, joyful sound, and she pressed a gentle kiss to y/n's temple. "lucky you."

after a few more moments wrapped in each other's arms, sana reluctantly pulled away, a playful pout forming on her lips. "as much as i'd love to keep you here forever, i have a special surprise for you."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "a surprise? now you've got me curious."

sana's grin held a touch of mischief as she took y/n's hand, leading them towards the balcony. "it's nothing big, just something to make our evening even better."

the balcony was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of twilight. sana's touch was a gentle reassurance as she guided y/n to the railing, their eyes drawn to the canvas of colors that stretched across the sky.

"wow," y/n breathed, their voice a mere whisper. the sky was painted with shades of pink, orange, and lavender—a breathtaking masterpiece that seemed to stretch on forever.

sana's voice was soft, filled with wonder. "two years of staring at this view, and it still takes my breath away."

y/n's gaze shifted from the sky to sana, their heart swelling with affection. "you know, the view might be beautiful, but i think i prefer staring at your face."

sana's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and delight, her fingers gently brushing against y/n's. "oh, shut up."

y/n chuckled softly, the sound a warm melody that danced in the air. "hey, i'm just stating the truth."

sana rolled her eyes playfully, a fond smile tugging at her lips. "you're such a charmer."

"only when i'm with you," y/n quipped, their voice tinged with sincerity.

sana's laughter was soft and melodious, a harmonious blend with the evening breeze that rustled through the balcony plants. "alright, alright. enough with the flattery, you smooth talker."

y/n feigned offense, a hand placed over their heart in mock hurt. "smooth talker? i'll have you know that every word i say is backed by irrefutable evidence."

sana shook her head, her laughter bubbling over. "evidence? is that what we're calling it now?"

y/n's grin was infectious, their fingers intertwining with sana's once more. "you're just jealous because you're not the smooth talker in this relationship."

sana leaned in, her lips brushing against y/n's ear. "oh, really? want me to prove you wrong?"

y/n's playful smile turned into a mischievous smirk. "i'd love to see you try."

sana winked, her tone teasing. "later, perhaps. right now, i've got a surprise for you."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigue sparking in their eyes. "a surprise, huh? you've definitely piqued my curiosity."

sana grinned, her fingers giving y/n's hand a gentle squeeze before she turned and disappeared into the apartment. y/n leaned against the balcony railing, a soft smile still playing on their lips as they waited for sana's return.

it wasn't long before sana reappeared, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of chamomile tea and a plate of freshly baked bread. the fragrant aroma of the tea filled the air, mingling with the warm scent of the bread.

sana's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she approached y/n, setting the tray down on a small table by the balcony. "ta-da! chamomile tea and bread—your stress-relief combo."

y/n's expression softened as they took in the sight. "you remembered."

sana's smile was tender as she poured the tea, the liquid cascading gently into the cups. "of course i did. i know how exhausting work has been for you lately."

y/n reached out, their fingers brushing against sana's wrist as she handed them a cup. "thank you, baby." y/n's fingers brushed against sana's as they reached for a cup, their touch lingering for a moment. "you really do take care of me."

sana's smile was soft, her gaze unwavering as she met y/n's eyes. "it's my favorite job."

as they settled into the chairs, y/n cradled the warm cup of chamomile tea in their hands, the fragrant steam rising and mingling with the evening breeze. sana took a sip from her own cup, her expression one of pure contentment.

"can't believe how lucky i am," y/n murmured, more to themselves than to sana.

sana raised an eyebrow, her voice gentle. "what was that?"

y/n's cheeks tinged with a soft blush, but they met sana's gaze with sincerity. "i said i can't believe how lucky i am."

sana's fingers reached across the table to brush against y/n's, a tender smile curving her lips. "i'm so lucky to have you too,"

they shared a moment of silent connection, their fingers entwined on the table—a touch that conveyed more than words ever could. and then, y/n broke the silence with a soft chuckle.

"you know, i think i'm going to request 'sana's surprise tea time' as a regular thing."

sana's laughter was like a melody, the sound carrying a promise of warmth and comfort. "you don't have to request it. it's already in the contract."

y/n feigned surprise, a hand over their heart. "oh, i must have missed that clause."

sana playfully rolled her eyes, her gaze dancing with affection. "it's in the fine print, right next to 'y/n's endless hugs and kisses.'"

y/n's grin was unabashed, their voice tinged with playful mock. "well, it's a good thing we're both committed to upholding our contractual obligations."

sana lifted her teacup in a playful manner, a soft smile gracing her lips. "here's to us, two and more years of marriage."

as their cups clinked together, the warmth of their affection enveloped them. and as they sipped on chamomile tea and savored the simple pleasure of each other's company, y/n and sana found themselves exactly where they belonged—in each other's arms, under the canvas of calico skies.

[betweenujb]

cherry wine

nayeon x gn reader

warnings: straight up fluff, a little bit of wine

The way the breeze passes through the leaves and the warm air brushing against Nayeon’s skin makes it feel like a dream. Dating an idol was nothing short of busy and with your 40-50 hour a week schedule, you rarely had time off to spend with Nayeon. Your schedules finally lined up, so you decided to take Jihyo’s advice and go to Bali for a week away.

The view from the mountain villa you had rented was breathtaking. Nayeon stepped out to watch the sunset while you took a moment to rest. Days filled with the most beautiful scenic hikes and walking around the surrounding villages was fun, but still tiring.

Over the past four days, Nayeon wished she could paint every sunset as she looked out from the balcony over and through the dense forest. Tropical birds passed through the orange glow of the sunset, giving Nayeon the opportunity to take pictures in the hopeless effort to capture the peace she felt.

Time ticked by as Nayeon leaned against the wooded railing. The sun had gone down at least half an hour ago and the mountain was lit up by the stars. A few crickets chirp to harmonize with the rustling of the leaves. The sticky heat of the day mellowed out with the cool breeze, making Nayeon never want to leave her spot on the balcony.

Once you adequately rest your sore legs, you push yourself off the plush mattress. You shuffle over to the cart in the room that held a few bottles of wine and other spirits. Pouring yourself a glass of red wine, you turn the lights off before you step out onto the balcony and quietly slide the door open and shut behind you.

“The stars are out.” You make the obvious comment just to break the silence of the night as you slip a hand around Nayeon’s waist to pull her close to you. She jumps and playfully smacks your arm but immediately settles into your embrace.

“You scared me.” She whispers and even though there are no other people around you, it feels right. It’s so quiet except for the sounds of nature filling the night.

You chuckle and lean down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before sipping your wine. A comfortable silence falls around you as you look up into the sky. The stars and the moon are just bright enough to highlight every beautiful feature on your girlfriend’s face.

As you stare up at the sky, you feel your wine glass being carefully pulled from your hand. Without looking down, you smile and rub small, soothing circles with your thumb into Nayeon’s hip. “Sure, go ahead. I didn’t bring that out for myself or anything.”

Nayeon just thanks you by placing the wine glass back in your hands and leaning up to kiss your cheek. “Think of it as payment for scaring me.”

You shake your head with a fond smile drawn across your lips, your focus still on the night sky above. It’s like a black blanket, well decorated with twinkling diamonds.

After a few minutes, you look down at Nayeon. She has a content look on her face as she stares out into the forest below and the peaks of the mountains on the horizon just past the tree line. “You’ve been out here for a while. Everything okay?”

Nayeon looks up at you with that look in her eyes you fell in love with almost two years ago. She places a gentle hand on the side of your face and gently strokes your cheek with her thumb before looking back out. She nods and relaxes even further into your embrace. “I don’t think I’ve felt this happy in a long time.”

A hum of agreement leaves your lips as you take another sip of your wine. Your grip tightens a little around Nayeon’s delicate waist to better support her as she sinks further into you. “Bali was the perfect choice.”

“Even though it’s blazing hot out during the day?” Nayeon asks through a small laugh and glances up at you.

“Sure, it may be boiling hot during the day. But at night… it’s perfect.” You smile down at Nayeon before looking out at the mountain peaks, taking a deep breath. The earthy smell of the forest and the slightest hint of the salty ocean that’s been carried over by the breeze fills your senses.

“The second you start to feel just a little too hot, that breeze passes through to cool you down again. It smells like the Earth and carries with it just a hint of the ocean.”

Nayeon looks up at you, her eyebrow raised in disbelief. “You’re getting all of that from the breeze, huh?”

You give her a small nod and take another sip of your wine. Another comfortable silence falls over you before you set your glass down on the small table set up on the balcony. You scoot the table back to a far corner and pull your phone out.

Soon, a slow song fills the air, and you extend your hand before you put your phone down beside your wine. “Care to dance with me, Miss Im?”

“You certainly are a charmer.” Nayeon laughs, the sound filling your heart with love as she takes hold of your hand.

The space on the balcony is large enough for you to sway with Nayeon along to the gentle beat of the music. It reminds you of the first time you asked her to dance. When your hands were so sweaty that you had to keep wiping them on your pants so Nayeon wouldn’t be able to tell you were that nervous.

“You have such a nice speaker that you brought, yet you’re using the tinny speakers on your phone?”

Twirling Nayeon around, you let out a soft chuckle. “If I go get my speaker now, then I miss out on time that I could have spent dancing with the most beautiful girl in the world.”

A soft blush makes its way up to Nayeon’s cheeks. She rests her head against your chest and notices your heart’s beating a little faster than usual. “Is your heart beating faster from the oh so strenuous dancing, or are you suddenly getting all shy on me again?”

You keep Nayeon close to you as the song changes to something even slower. It gives you a moment to gently rock back and forth with her in your embrace. “Neither. My heart always beats this fast when I think about you.”

Nayeon pauses for a second as she looks up at you. She keeps the gentle motion you have with her and asks you in a soft and teasing voice, “What are you thinking about if I’m right here with you?”

The sudden but very welcome feeling of your lips against her forehead causes Nayeon’s eyes to flutter closed. “Well,” you say as you slowly pull back, “I’m thinking about you.” The slow song playing from your phone fills the momentary silence between you.

“I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you.” You press another kiss to Nayeon’s forehead.

“I’m thinking about all the ways I wish I could make time go slower right now.” You press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“I’m thinking about how you took a chance on a goofball like me.” This earns a small chuckle from Nayeon as you press a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“And I’m thinking about how you shine brighter than the moon itself.”

Nayeon’s eyes twinkle like the stars. She takes a second to find her voice before she speaks. “You think I shine brighter than the moon?”

Your answer is a small nod and a soft kiss against her lips. The song plays out, leaving you to listen to nature’s music. The lingering taste of your wine on Nayeon’s lips makes you smile as you listen to the night serenading you once again.

[fuckingstrange]

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| Day20: Irritated |

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WARNINGS: Narrowly avoiding a meltdown, accidental shouting, caring!reader, brief mention of Accidentally Mean!Morgan

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WORDS: 987

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

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Reid's version of This fic from Day11 and inspired by the gif

The genius is vulnerable to getting overwhelmed and mad too, just like every mf working as much as he do

No fucking joke, had to remake this twice and I'm so mad.

Reid walks into the apartment, shutting it a bit harsher than he meant to. He takes a second to pace around the living room, his head feeling like it's spinning. It's dark out, and last he checked the clock it said it was one in the morning. He runs his hands through his hair, resisting the urge to tug it from how frustrated he is.

He kneels down, practically trembling from how riled up he is. He can feel a meltdown wanting to take over, tears springing at his eyes as he buries his head into the carpet like some puppy getting punished for pissing indoors. He doesn't know how he got so frustrated, only that the teasing comments from Morgan was the last straw.

Reid waits until his trembling dies down, the fact that he curled in on himself and hid his face in the carpet having managed to soothe him a bit, feeling hidden from the prying eyes he swears he can feel through the walls of his apartment. He stands back up, the frustration still lingering enough that he harshly tugs off his tie, ripping it off from over his head and tossing it on the couch. He decides to put his face in his hands, taking a couple deep breaths to try and calm down the lingering tension.

Just as he feels like he's calm, his phone rings in his pocket. He nearly sobs as all the anger and irritation just comes right back as it vibrates in his pocket, his hands moving to pull it out and answer the call, pushing it to his ear and shouting “Why the fuck are you calling me!?” to whoever is on the other end.

Your eyes widen at his yelling, leaning back in your chair and clearing your throat. “It's just me, baby. I wanted to know if you wanted me to get some Thai delivered to you, I won't be home in time for us to eat together unless you're fine with eating at like four in the morning.” You say, tone gentle in contrast to his harsh one. Your voice, even though gentle, over the phone makes Reid just get even more pissed off. “I'm not hungry.” He practically growls, clenching the phone so tightly his hand trembles and his knuckles turn white.

You lightly nod your head, remembering he can't really see your nonverbal responses, you just reassure him “Okay. That's alright. If you get hungry just text me and I can get something delivered for you-” You say, getting cut off as he delivers a harsh shout, saying “I'm a grown man, I can feed myself!”. Reid feels guilty for yelling at you, but he can't help it, the guilt only fueling his rage. “..I know you are. But, I know you didn't feel the best today. Morgan pushed it a bit too far. It's not my place to apologize for him, but I can apologize for you having to go through that.” Your gentle words of understanding seem to help Reid calm down a bit.

He falls to sit on the couch with a groan, moving to massage his temple with his thumb. “Y-yeah.” He chokes out, letting his head fall against the back of the couch. “He was too.. he took it too far.” You can only hum in response, asking “wanna talk about it?” In the least pressuring tone you can grasp. It's silent for a minute, neither of you speaking. Reid eventually croaks out a small “I don't know why he treats me like that.”.

His pained voice nearly breaks your heart, and you look down at the paper you're stuck at work from sitting on your desk, more than half of it done. You weigh your options, deciding to stay on the phone with Reid as you pack up, putting the files in your bag to finish before work tomorrow. “Morgan just can't see when you get uncomfortable. You're pretty good at hiding it, baby. I'm not trying to defend him or scold you, but we should work on getting you to use your words more.” You explain, the reassurance that you're not scolding him helps Reid calm down a bit more. “Yeah.. I'll, uh.. be more communicative in the future.” He mumbles in response.

You stay on the phone with Reid, letting him vent about the day, hearing when something triggers him and makes him talk a bit harsher, and hearing the positive impact your intake on the issues have as he loosens up a bit more. You don't tell him that you're on the way home, deciding to stop by the Thai place to get some takeout you offered him earlier, knowing he probably is hungry and just wasn't able to pay attention to his needs from how overwhelmed he was with the anger.

You wait until you're walking up the steps to his apartment to say, “Hey, I'm outside. I'll be right there.”, waiting until he hangs up to put your phone in your pocket. You reach the door, and Reid opens it before you can even knock. He immediately wraps his arms around you, head tucking into your shoulder as he mumbles a “welcome home”. You just smile, kissing the top of his head as you guide him backwards back inside, into the living room and setting the takeout down before you wrap your arms around him to return the embrace. He looks at the food, eyes lighting up. “I knew you'd be hungry. Thai.” You whisper, motioning to the bag.

Reid smiles at you, pulling you to sit on the couch with him. You each immediately begin to dig in, hungry as fuck after having such a shitty and long day at the bureau.

[labrujitadelamor]

Imagine #6:

They placed their hand on your thigh while you both sat in an empty parking lot and watched the bright lights of moving cars pass by. You leaned forward and bit their lips. They pulled you by your neck and gave you a kiss like you'd never experienced before. Their tongue had a flavor that was a cross between cigarettes and gummy bears. It tasted bittersweet~, exactly like the relationship between you both. 

[rowretro]

ITZY MASTERLIST

Yandere fluff angst

✧OT5✧

try again later...

✧HWANG YEJI✧

try again later...

✧CHOI JISU✧

try again later...

✧SHIN RYUJIN✧

try again later...

✧SHIN YUNA✧

try again later...

✧LEE CHAERYONG✧

More than friends

[shigaraki-housewife]

Happily Never After

Dabi x GN!Reader

Cursing, fighting (arguing), angst ending, cheating, kissing (Slight dub con?), and a bad wedding

Summary: When you was ready to walk down the aisle you find out that Dabi cheated on you.

A/N: This is my first fanfic I ever wrote for anime, Dabi is probably ooc.

Your wedding day is supposed to be the most beautiful and happiest day of your life. And Y/N believe that, ever since they were a kid they thought of this day so many times. But now that it is happening they’re nervous. What if they messed up their vows? Or if they trip while walking down the aisle? These thoughts filled Y/N’s head while Toga was helping them get ready to walk down the aisle, Twice was also in the room for support and helping Y/N with their nerves.

“You look stunning, Y/N!” Toga said loudly while she smiled and clapped her hands together. “Thank you Toga! And thank you Twice for being here to help me with my nerves!” Y/N said smiling brightly at the both of them “You’re welcome!” Jin said “Anything for you cutie!” Twice chimed in, making Y/N chuckle a little. “Jin, can you check to make sure Dabi is ready?” Jin stood up and quickly nodded “Of course, be right back!” Jin said while he left the room to look for the groom-to-be.

“You still nervous, Y/N?” Toga asked as she sat on the chair next to the mirror where Y/N was checking themselves out, They turned their head to look at Toga and smiled a little “A little, I never thought this day would come.” Toga tilted her head to the side and frowned softly “What do you mean? You are gorgeous! Anyone would kill to marry you!” This made Y/N laugh, Toga has always been so sweet to them. “I love you Toga, You have always been by my side and I truly appreciate that.” Toga gave them a big grin “I love you too! Let’s go over your vows! Okay?”

Y/N nodded before facing the mirror again and taking a deep breath “I always thought about my wedding and what I would say to the person I would be marrying, but yet I have nothing. No words can express how much I love you, and how much you mean to me. You are my soulmate, my best friend, and my other half. I promise you from this day onwards I will always love you through everything. I promise you that I will always be with you in this life and any other life after this. You are truly the one person I want to spend every life with. For you are my person. I love you.”

Y/N smiled and looked at Toga to see if the vows were any good “That was so beautiful Y/N! I bet if Dabi could cry he would be crying when he hear this!” Toga said with tears in her eyes, Y/N smiled a little “Toga, why are you crying?” They asked while carefully wiping the tears from her eyes so she wouldn’t ruin her makeup before the actual wedding.

Jin quickly came running into the dressing room “Y/N! We have something to tell you!” Twice said his voice loud startling Toga and Y/N “What is it Twice? Is everything okay?” Y/N asked, “You might want to sit down for this.” Jin said walking towards Y/N and pulling the chair out but they didn’t sit “Jin, whatever you need to tell me I promise I can take it.” Jin looked at Toga and his eyes told her that whatever it was it was very serious “Y/N, I think you need to sit down.”

The tension in the room became thick “Guys, just tell me!” Y/N said sternly with one hand on their hip “Rip it off like a bandaid okay?” They added hoping It would get Jin to just tell them what was the problem. “I went to look for Dabi like you said. And I found him,” Jin started but Twice cut him off “We found Dabi cheating on you!” Y/N eyes widened as they slowly sat down “You’re lying.” They said with tears filling their eyes, Dabi wouldn’t cheat on them. He wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Jin said all Y/N could do was shake their head.

“Where is he, Jin?” Y/N asked looking up to meet Jin’s eyes “He’s in his room, but I don’t think you should go see him!” Jin said but his advice fell on deaf ears and Y/N stood up and made their way towards the door “Y/N, Jin is probably right, you shouldn’t go see him. It’ll hurt you more!” Toga chimed in trying to get her friend to stop, but to no avail. Y/N walked out of the room and made their way to Dabi’s. As they made their way to his room he saw one of the guests leave his room fixing their clothes and hair.

Y/N knocked on the door waiting for Dabi to give them the okay to come in. Once he did, they opened the door “Doll! I’m not supposed to see you until the actual wedding.” Dabi said as he looked at them “Twice told me.” Was the only thing Y/N said as they placed their engagement ring on the table in front of Dabi.

Dabi looked at the ring and back up to his partner “Y/N it’s not like that at all!” Dabi replied as he stood up in front of Y/N, who was looking at the ground, afraid to meet Dabi’s eyes “I can’t be with someone let alone marry someone who cheated.” Y/N replied, Dabi grabbed their face slightly, lifting it to meet his gaze. “I love you, more than anything!” Dabi said as he kissed them. Y/N just stood there for a moment not reciprocating, how could they? Knowing that the man they loved cheated on them. Dabi tried deepening the kiss but Y/N pushed Dabi's chest back, making him stop kissing them. 

“Dabi stop, You just making it worse.” Y/N said as they turned around to leave, but Dabi grabbed their wrist “It was a mistake, Y/N.” Dabi replied as he gripped his partner's wrist tighter. “Let go of my wrist.” Y/N said as they pulled their wrist out of Dabi’s grip, “So this is it? You throwing 5 years away, because of one stupid mistake?” Turning around Y/N looked at Dabi “A stupid mistake? Cheating isn’t a mistake, it’s a choice. You choose to cheat. Not only that but you decided to cheat on our wedding day!” Y/N said as they jabbed a finger on Dabi's chest “You choose to throw away 5 years not me.” Dabi sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair “You being overly dramatic, people cheat on their wedding days all the time.” Is he being serious right now? “You joking right? Do you think people decide to go on with the wedding if they catch their partner cheating? Are you trying to justify your cheating by saying ‘People cheat at their wedding all the time’?”

Dabi sat back down on his chair “Look, I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N, you make me a better person. You are the only one I want to be with no one else.” Letting a tear slip from their eye Y/N sighed “If you love me like you say you do. You wouldn’t have cheated.” Dabi looked down at the table looking at the engagement ring he gave them, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen.” If Dabi could cry he probably would have let out a tear. “I’m sorry too Dabi, I’m sorry that I trusted you with my heart for 5 years.”

Y/N sighed as they turned to leave the room before Dabi could say anything else. Once they were outside of Dabi's room, they started to walk down the hall, before they started to run until they ran out of the back door. Collapsing on the ground and letting out a choked sob “You were supposed to be my person!” Y/N cried as they buried their face in their hands.

Thank you so much for reading this! I take nicely worded constructive criticisms <3

Also my ask and request boxes are open! So if you have any questions or requests please don’t be shy to ask or request them!

[inkbyme]

It’s the anon with the bad ex can you do villain to and I’m sorry if that’s to much it’s okay if your busy I get it

✶˚₊‧° MHA Characters Comforting You After a Breakup °‧₊˚✶

Featuring: Dabi ✧ Shigaraki ✧ Kurogiri ✧ Overhaul(Kai Chisaki) ✧ Twice ✧ Stain ✧ Mr. Compress ✧ Spinner

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I saw your request and of course I got you—here’s the villain version of the comfort headcanons! You deserve all the support, and I hope this brings you even a little bit of comfort.

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Dabi

Dabi is the type to mock your ex into oblivion just to make you laugh. The second you tell him what happened, he scoffs, lighting a flame on his fingertip.

“Pfft. ‘Too hard to handle?’ Sounds like a weak little bitch to me.”

He’s not the softest, but he’s protective in his own way. If you look like you’re about to cry, he throws an arm around your shoulders and drags you out to do something distracting—vandalizing a hero billboard, setting something on fire, whatever gets your mind off it.

“C’mon, let’s go make some trouble. Best way to get over someone is to have more fun than they ever will.”

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Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki is weirdly insightful about emotional pain. He listens to the whole story, red eyes narrowed, tapping his fingers against the table.

“Hmph. Typical. People only want what’s easy.”

He doesn’t say much at first, but later, when you’re sitting around together, he casually nudges a snack toward you or tosses a blanket over your lap. He’ll also offer revenge, half-joking, half-serious.

“If you want them gone, just say the word.”

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Kurogiri

Kurogiri comforts you like a tired but kind bartender. He listens patiently, nodding thoughtfully before saying something like:

“That must have been very painful. I’m sorry you were treated that way.”

He’s big on gentle reassurance and makes sure you take care of yourself. If you haven’t eaten, he brings you something warm. If you’re exhausted, he insists you rest. He won’t push you to talk, but he’s always willing to listen.

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Overhaul (Kai Chisaki)

Overhaul is cold, but extremely protective. He hates hearing that someone mistreated you—it offends his sense of control. His voice stays eerily calm, but his golden eyes sharpen.

“So. Where do they live?”

If you’re visibly upset, he won’t immediately comfort you, but he does things to make your life easier—fixing things for you, making sure you’re healthy, subtly taking over responsibilities so you don’t have to stress. His version of “cheering you up” is eliminating any inconvenience in your life.

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Twice

Twice is super emotional about it. The second you tell him, he’s furious on your behalf but also heartbroken for you.

“What kind of asshole would let go of someone like you?! No, actually, screw them, you deserve someone who worships the ground you walk on!”

He’s all about hyping you up. He talks you through the pain by being overly dramatic in the best way—screaming about how they were clearly an idiot and how you’re way too cool for them anyway.

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Stain

Stain doesn’t do “comfort” the traditional way, but he respects strength—and to him, going through this pain and surviving it is strength. He watches you for a long moment before saying:

“Their weakness is not your burden to carry.”

It sounds harsh, but it’s his way of saying you’re worth more than someone who couldn’t handle you. He won’t try to distract you, but he will remind you of your value in a no-nonsense way.

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Mr. Compress

Mr. Compress is a gentle but firm comforter. He listens patiently, then gives you a knowing smile.

“Heartbreak is a tragic tale as old as time. But you, my dear, are far too dazzling to be held back by one poorly written chapter.”

He cheers you up with storytelling, theatrics, and humor. He might steal you a little gift, something small but meaningful, just to make you smile. His goal is to remind you that life is still full of wonder and excitement.

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Spinner

Spinner is awkward but super genuine. He kinda panics when you first tell him, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Damn… that’s rough. Uh. You want me to fight them or…?”

He’s not great at deep talks, but he’s great at distraction. He’ll drag you into playing video games or doing dumb stuff together so you don’t have time to feel sad. If you open up, he listens carefully and offers honest, dorky reassurance.

“ Hero version “

Anon, you’re never asking too much! I love writing for you, so feel free to send in whatever’s on your mind. You’re always welcome here!

Let me know if you have any feedback or if there’s any warnings I need to put on my post. I hope you enjoyed reading this!

[kohyuuu]

🎧🐢🤠❤️

once in a lifetime (pt. 3)

elias and scarlett poly study date scenario part 3 started: april 21st, 2025 finished: the same day!!!!1111!!1

(androgynous reader)

(this is the song that's playing on scarlett's speaker <33 and yes i love twice)

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scarlett texts you her address and reminds you that she and elias are waiting at her house

while the two waited for you, she and elias studied for their ela test that they forgot about. it was literally tomorrow. (last minute studying lets goooo!!!!!)

they heard the doorbell ring. scarlett ditches elias for a sec and bolts to the door. while you were outside, making sure you weren’t missing anything from your backpack. 

scarlett opens the door excitedly, and hurries you in.

“COME IN COME IN COME IN!!! bro we’re studying right now and like it’s gonna be so much fun and stufffff”

“alright scarlett.. 😭” -you

you arrived in scarlett’s room, where the three of you would study.

elias and scarlett were done studying for their test, now they were just working on missing work.

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“eli can you help meeeeeeeeeeeeee pleaseeeeeeee”

“what do you need help with? and you gotta be specific, silly.”

“giving your mom backshots”

“girl don’t start with me. 😡”

"okay fine, math. there's this stupid question i'm on and i hate it so much bro"

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while elias was helping scarlett with her math homework, you were just sitting there, not really knowing what to do. you pulled out your phone to see all the tiktoks scarlett sent in the group chat.

unbeknownst to you, scarlett couldn’t help but steal glances from you time to time, and kept on getting distracted by your charm. elias couldn’t focus much either, but he’s trying his hardest to stay on task.

they both wanted to admit their feelings for you. elias was scared you would find the idea of polyamory weird, and that you would reject him and scarlett. he didn’t want that to happen, no, it couldn’t!

scarlett felt the same way. she has never felt like this about anybody before, and couldn’t bare the thought of losing that feeling. 

even though she and elias barely had any dating experience, to them, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. they needed a way to express how they felt to you.

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a/n: did you guys miss daddy

JUST KIDDING im sorry ive been out for so long, ive had absolutely no motivation to write and ive been holding off on this for so long. but i am BACK!!!!! also i finally know what to name this story:

LMFAO yes i pulled that right from the text and im gonna name it that guys

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[gloomwitchwrites]

Been absolutely feral for this idea but - request for a reader that matches their partner's freak. Is forward and horny. Throws them a pick up line, slaps their ass, whispers something filthy in their ear 😂 catch the boys off guard but quickly make them love it 🤭

Ty ty!

Ah! Anon, I love this. I love this idea. It's so fun. I think all of us are used to the guys being forward, but not necessarily their partners. This is a nice spin on it, and I'm here for it! Enjoy!!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader) *Price is f!reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, dirty talk, established relationship, shenanigans, pick-up lines, implied sexual content

Word Count: 600

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John Price (w/ f!reader)

“I want to bounce on it,” you announce.

John blinks and looks up. Bounce on it?” asks John over his tea mug.

You nod downward toward his dick, and John’s head tilts slightly.

“I mean—I want to sit on your face first. But then I’d like to bounce on it.”

John stares, and you’re not sure if he’s heard you correctly. But then he clears his throat, setting down his mug and the morning paper on the coffee table.

He reclines on his back, resting his head on a pillow. “Come here then,” he purrs, gesturing at his face.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Hey handsome.”

Kyle glances up from the stove, one hand clutching the handle of the pan in front of him. He looks around the kitchen as if there is someone else in the room.

“Me?” he asks, pointing at himself.

With a little swagger in your step, you saddle up beside him. Kyle beams, extending his unoccupied arm to accept you into his embrace. You slide your arm around his middle and place your hand on his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Who else?” you reply with an alluring sweetness that has Kyle grinning like an idiot.

“You’re being awfully affectionate,” he muses, kissing your forehead before returning his attention to the pan.

You rub your hand against his chest, pressing in even closer. “Maybe I want something,” you murmur.

“Like what?” he laughs. “My wallet?”

“Like this,” you sigh, reaching down to gently cup him.

Kyle exhales deeply through his nostrils as you continue to rub back and forth, urging his dick toward hardness.

“I’m making dinner,” he breathes, eyelids fluttering slightly as you dip beneath the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

“You can still make dinner,” you reply softly as you slowly sink to your knees.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“There you are,” muses Johnny.

He strides forward, arms encircling you low at your waist, hands resting on your ass. You drape your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him even closer. A mischievous smile spreads across Johnny’s face.

He has no idea you’ve got the same thing on your mind.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.

“Missed you, too,” you reply, going in for your own.

“You did?” he asks, an eagerness in his tone.

This time when you go in for a kiss, you slow it down, stretch it out. Lingering. Lingering more until he softens, the tip of his tongue teasing your bottom lip.

“I did,” you affirm, opening wider to allow him in.

Your hands descend, slide under his shirt, caressing bare skin. Johnny shivers, and then he’s grinning.

“What are you after?” he asks with a cheeky smirk.

You draw back slightly, giving him your best smile. Leaning in, you press your lips to his ear, whispering. “I want you. Naked. Right now.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” groans Johnny, taking a step back as he starts stripping.

You admire the reveal, salivating over every discarded piece of clothing.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Simon.”

“Yes, love?”

You cozy up beside your husband, casually draping your arm around him. Simon leans into your touch.

“Let’s pretend I’m a shark,” you begin.

He glances at you. “A shark?”

“And you’ve got some swimmers I need to swallow.”

Simon stares at you for a long second before he chuckles. “You—”

“I’m not a meteorologist but do you think I could expect a few inches tonight?”

Simon guffaws. “Bloody fucking hell.”

“So, anyway,” you sigh. “Wanna go fuck?”

He sighs, shakes his head, but you see the smile.

“Simon,” you sing-song.

“Get to the bedroom, love.”

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[cceanvvaves]

pretty face; m.sn

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: swearing

You've been feeling eyes on you for hours.

There's this girl in the restaurant who's been eyeing you since you walked in, and it drives you crazy because there's just something about her that makes you all hot and uncomfortable in the button-up you were wearing.

And, mind you, the aircon was on full blast.

The only reason you were seated in such a fancy place is because of your friend whom you haven't seen for literal years. She'd called you the day before, suggesting dinner plans, and because you've dearly missed her you'd agreed.

You were finished with your meal, and now you were leaning back on your padded chair with your legs crossed. Here and there you pause your conversation to have a sip of wine, or to steal a glance at that girl again.

When your head turns for the umpteenth time that night, you find her already looking at you. Her chin rests on the back of her hand. Once the two of you hold eye contact, she smirks.

The tips of your ears burn. You were sure she knew just how she affects you: there's no way she doesn't notice how quickly you avert your eyes. Unfortunately, your friend also notices.

"Woah, Y/N." F/N sets down her glass of wine. "I brought you here to catch up, not to find a girlfriend."

"I don't know what you mean." You deny, fumbling with the ring on your left middle finger. F/N laughs, reaching towards you and grasping your hand. You jerk a little, surprised at the sudden skinship.

"Oh, yes, you do. Did you think I wouldn't notice you staring at her every time I tried to ask you about life?"

"I don't stare."

"Well, she definitely is right now."

Sure enough, you saw the pretty stranger looking in your direction again. But this time she wasn't focusing on you, but rather yours and F/N's intertwined hands. You pull away.

F/N was snickering now. "What, scared she'd think you're taken?"

"I need to go to the restroom." You roll your eyes and brush off your pants, desperate for some time alone to compose yourself.

You let out a breath upon reaching the bathroom. The white tiled walls made it feel too empty, but all you need is the sink. You walk towards it, the heels of your sneakers - which did not match your outfit - slightly squeaking against the polished floor.

You bunch up your sleeves around your elbows and splash cold water onto your face. It feels good: your body instantly cools down and your head is much clearer. You were about to walk back out when you came face to face with a certain someone.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. I'm sorry, but you just look too good."

You get a full view of her this time. She's dressed in a gray knitted sweater, and the brown houndstooth she carries matches her shorts. The length of her outfit exposes her thighs, and you have to admit to yourself that this was one attractive woman.

You tear your gaze away from her perfect figure and meet her eyes, which were once again on you. Her brown hair flows down one shoulder, her jaw is sharp and the slope of her nose is flawless. Her skin is bright and smooth, and the pink tint on her lips accentuates the smile playing on them.

She walks towards you and reaches behind you, and you expect her to push you up against the sink but all she does is leave her jacket on the counter. She then kneels to the floor, still facing you, and your breath hitches in anticipation of what she does next.

But you worry for nothing. She simply takes your shoelaces in her hands and ties them tightly. "You shouldn't walk around like this, cutie," she states. You almost bite your lip upon hearing her voice for the second time - it's like honey, smooth and sweet and you need to hear it more.

This stranger looks up, still kneeling, you gulp and Oh my God, you think. Her eyes have this certain allure in them. Her irises are such a rich shade of brown, like deep pools that allow you to drown in them. Her eyelids are hooded as she eyes you like she's a predator and you're her prey. You can't look away this time, she has you fully under her spell.

"I'm Sana," she says as she stands up.

"You're fucking pretty," you blurt out, and once again a shade of crimson unfurls across your cheeks. "Please ignore me."

"I can't, cutie." She walks closer, her arms indeed trapping you against the sink. "I've been thinking of you all night. Wouldn't you be kind and tell me what to call you?"

"Umm." Your mind blanks. She's close, too close, but absolutely zero part of your body wants her to move away.

Sana laughs at your flustered state. "Come on, cutie. Or do you enjoy me calling you 'cutie' too much?"

"I'm- I'm Y/N." There. Finally. You did stutter a bit, but at least you managed to form a coherent sentence.

"Y/N." Your name rolls off her tongue effortlessly in that mesmerizing tone, and suddenly you want to hear her to say it all night. "Well, Y/N." Her hand reaches up and starts playing with the silver necklace around your neck. "Are you single? The girl you were with seems a bit.. touchy."

Picking up on the annoyance laced in her voice, you chuckle. "F/N's just a friend."

"Really?" Her hand falls to cup your jaw. "Then you don't mind giving me your number? It's not everyday I see a face such as yours, you know."

"Yeah, no, what?" You hurry to pull your phone from your pocket.

Sana takes it and enters her number. After returning it to you, she giggles, and wow that is another sound of hers you're addicted to. Her eyes seem brighter, giving her the look of a puppy who'd been promised a treat.

She takes back her jacket and walks to the door. Before she exits, she turns to you and winks. "I'll be sleeping well because of you tonight, Y/N."

And you're left there dumbfounded.

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙨! ♡︎

characters: sub!big men x gn!dom!reader

warnings: cock/strap/dick traditions, boob fucking, cumming on face, body, feminization, size difference, mentions of pregnancy, dumbification, lactation, feminine language used for the characters (princess, womb, maiden etc so pls tread with caution if that ain’t ur thing), read with optional bias character in mind

notes: nobu finally posting smt??????? nobu actually writing for once???????????? also this is just my obsession with boobs talking. dividers from cafekitsune. manga color tint by me

big men! with big chests that gets mistaken or joked of it being boobs by close friends and colleagues, who had gotten used to it. who at first used to get all blushy blushy but nowadays just shrugs it off with a disgruntled huff of “knock it off”

big men! who didn’t really see much problem when you started to favor their chest more, eventually opting to use them as a pillow rather than use your actual pillow since it gives them the advantage of falling asleep with you on top of them and they got to cuddle with you all night. a win-win situation in his book, as he could be quite clingy when behind closed doors. who laughs sometimes at the silliness of you smothering your face in between his chests, finding your obsession with his pecs to be endearing

big men! who didn’t realize how sensitive their chest could be until you decide to show it to them. squeezing, fondling the large muscles, tweaking his cute nipples occasionally and making him jolt in place with a cute blush covering his ears and cheeks. so adorable, like a meager bunny when he was nearly twice your size and could probably crush a grown man’s skull in with their hand

big men! who get so worked up over the dirty words you whisper when you pinch his hardened nipples, your words of “i could make your chest lactate”, “your boobs feel so heavy, darling”, “such a nice big tits you have” making him whine in the back of his throat, shaking his head as he shakily denies that “t-they’re not b-boobs… y-you nngh know that…”

big men! who gets manhandled by your smaller frame to lay on their backs, a cute surprised “eengk!” escaping his swollen lips as he looks up at you, pushing his tight shirt up until they’re resting over his chest, showing the big muscles you love so much. who cutely whine and wriggle in place under you as your fingers bully his hardened buds, pinching at the cute pinks, tugging on them before letting go, a noise of awe leaving your lips at the way his chest fucking jiggles while your bf could only jolt with words of “c-cruel… you’re so cruel to me. pu-unhh puppYAGH!”

big men! who get fucked stupid, brain churning into a mush by only having his nipples played with. pinched, tugged, even bitten till your fangs and teeth leaves a round mark closed around his areola that he slurs is too deep, acting like he is getting his tight hole spread open and fucked by your cock. whose face is so cutely flushed, eyes dazed over as he breathes heavily of “wan’ moowr.. ungh h-haah… annh♡︎ m-more please? touch me.. to-ouch me moore”

big men! who act like a sweet virgin who never got himself fucked by you when you kick off your pants, hardened cock already springing out and slapping against his cute boobs. who stare at your oozing tip with gaping mouth, letting out stuttered questions of “w-what… whaddaya doin’? h-hunny, noouw… no, don’t—♡︎!” before squealing when you squeeze his chest together, rutting your strap in between them

big men! who act like they have never seen your cock, never tasted it or even deep throated it before, acting like he never once took your dildo into his pretty hole until his legs shook as you fuck his boobs, moaning loudly like the cute bunny he is. who opens his mouth, jaw shaking as fat tears collect in his big doe eyes, messily sucking the tip, getting drunk on the taste of your pre already when you politely ask him to suck you off

big men! whose hands shakily grasp your ass, unintentionally helping you fuck their tits even more, pushing your strap even deeper inside his mouth as if he wanted you to just let go of their boobs and just fuck their throat instead. who lets out a cute confused noise, mouth full of your cock, batting his lashes up at you like the pretty little thing he is when you move his trembling hands to hold his boobs together instead of your ass. who tries to speak words of not knowing how to do it, still mouthful, as you give a tug to his cute bitten nipple, making him squeak

big men! who meagerly tries to fuck your cock in between his mounds, choking on your tip when you tilt his head down just enough so he could also suck you off, acting as if you just shoved your entire strap down his throat and was keeping it there, snuggly shutting him up. a whiny bf whose tears finally fall when you cum into his hot mouth, dropping of your cock when you came as if he was never drunk on the taste of your seeds before, letting some of it shoot over his face and hair instead. a hunky beast of a man, sniffling like a baby when he notices the mess you made of him, who dares to give you a half assed glare as if you forced him to make a mess

big men! who gets addicted to boob fucking after that one time thing, constantly thinking back on the feeling of squishing his own chest together to fuck your dick for you. whose hands finds themselves wandering to his pecs more often, pushing them together and moving them in soft round circles as if you would suddenly appear and fill the empty space between his boobs. who finds himself messing with his nipples over the tight fit of his shirt, finding himself to be perverted as he gets turned on by just fondling with his chest

big men! who, unable to keep teasing themselves anymore, start to touch themselves when you’re away on work or whatever. more specifically, their chests. rutting his clothed, hardened cock against a pillow that is squished between his thighs, tweaking at his nipples and tugging on them — just like how you do it — before letting go with a whimper. it hurt, but it also felt so good, he could feel his precum already wetting his boxers

big men! who finds out that his constant arousal by his nipples was a bad idea, as now every time he wears a tight shirt or compression vest, his nipples are rubbed and he finds himself getting horny. who, in desperation, decides to tenderly tape the cute pink nubs with a band aid, pouting to himself about how you were slowly but surely turning him into a perv

big men! who now finds it much easier to use his boobs to fuck you, quick to drop down to their knees in front of your clothed crotch, kissing the hidden thighs and inhaling at your natural scent with a love stricken look in their eyes. a cute, desperate bf who kisses your strap, rubbing you with his hands to try and get you hard as quick as possible. who hook their shirt over their chest, intentionally pushing his boobs together with his hands on his knees, creating the effect of round shaped breasts

big men! who impatiently watches until your cock is free, taking it into his mouth the moment you slide down your undergarments, suckling at the head just like how you enjoy it. who push you down to sit, so he could climb onto your lap, pushing his chest together so he could fuck your strap with his boobs, determined that now he had learned a good technique to make you feel good. who is quick to take the head of your dildo into his mouth, swiping the gathered pre with a pleased hum, looking up at your through his thick lashes with a drunken giggle before pulling away to spit on your hard on

big men! who drunkenly take the head of your strap into their hot mouth, suckling away at the delicious precum, unafraid to slobber all over your cock and his chest as he slowly moves the big muscles in a circular motion. who giggles in delight at your words of praise and groans, the tip of your cock that is still in his mouth vibrating with his drunk laughter. beefy bf who eagerly lap away at your cock head, slurping at the mess he made of his own drool and your precum before taking it back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks for you. only for you♡︎

big men! who pulls away again when you cum, watching with a cute mix of fascination and lewd anticipation as your hot cum shoots all over his jaws and chest, painting his skin in white. massaging your balls and stroking you through it all, opening his mouth slack as he stares up at you with hazed eyes, letting the last few drops shoot into his awaiting tongue, licking at his full lips with a pleasured hum. the salty, slightly sweet taste, a familiar one that he had gotten drunk on within the first round

big men! who straddle your lap, rubbing your wet strap on the round curve of his ass with a giddy giggle, feeling how the slippery wet tip doesn’t enter his tight hole without helping hands. finally, grasping at your dick with his hand, giving it a few strokes before pressing the tip against his entrance. your sweet bf who decide to be bold, sinking down onto your cock with one swift movement, a choked sob getting stuck in his throat at the sudden feeling of being “f-fughkk♥︎ a-aah haah mnngh♡︎ shooo fu-ull.. gut’s so ffuul of m-my [name]♥︎”

big men! who ride your dick all night, even as his muscles strain and his brain gets fucked into a stupid mush, slurring words of love and lust, saying all sorts of lewd things through his cum and drool covered pink lips as the kissable looking pair of muscles turn into a cute drunken smile. beefy big bf whose tits bounce all the while, their cute jiggles every time they sink down into your dick hypnotizing you to only focus on them. an adorable squeal escaping him as you tear away the band aids from his nipples, the stimulated nubs all hard and blush red as they greet you

big men! who squeeze their breast, forefinger and thumb squeezing around his nipple, as he grins at you with blown wide heart shaped eyes. “a-ain’t they cute…? dontcha wanna suck-unghk suck on them?” he asks, squishing his mound softly with a near delirious grin on his face. “come owwnn, don’t my [name] wanna taste my milk♡︎?”

big men! who lets out a pleased wet sob when you do give in, suckling, biting, squeezing at his jiggling boobs as he starts to bounce on your cock with a more fervent pace. who cries out at it being painful when you leave another teeth mark around his nub, one of his hands placed over his chest like one of the scared damsels in paintings. who slur out words of not being a damsel, of being a maiden, shaking his head as if he actually understood anything

big men! who gets their wombs filled with your cum for nth time that night, feeling his stomach start to bloat at the sheer amount he greedily took into his eager hole. fucked dumb bf who shakes his head at your words of getting off, refusing to lose the warmth in his stretched hole and filled stomach. who only notices when you pointed out, that his nipple was leaking, lactating a delicious white milk that dribbled down to his cum covered tummy. another drunk giggle follows, as he gets close to your ear to whisper a filthy slurred “now that i’m p-pregnant, my [name] better take responsibility♥︎”, having completely forgotten that he can’t get pregnant. but oh well, your beefy bf who is so adorable as he giddily speaks of carrying your young, rubbing at his belly with hearts swirling in his eyes, to the point you can’t bring yourself to correct him. only going slack on the couch with your sweet princess still on your lap

⇨ JOTUN LOKI, jiyan, diluc, alhaitham, CAPITANO, zhongli/rex lapis form, itto, wriothesley, JUNG YUAN, YINGXING, argenti, GALLAGHER, gepard, yhan, yuanwu, GLORFINDEL, maedhros, elu thingol, finarfin, FINROD, logan, thor, DIAVOLO, beelzebub, anubis (ennead), gyomei, YORIICHI, messmer the impaler + whoever you like!

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy

Synopsis: Damian presented as an alpha, to everyone's despair. He announced he found a mate, to everyone's skepticism. You're the perfect omega, to everyone's delight.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; noncon/dubcon smut; noncon drugging; creepy batfamily members feeling attracted to Reader when they were still 15, but nothing sexual or romantic between them happens until they're 18; this chapter is mostly Damian x Reader; ABO, Reader is an omega, all the batboys are alphas; Heat symptoms; Damian and Reader are 15 at first, when the smut happens they're 18, Tim is three years older than them, Jason is five years older, Dick is 10 years older and Bruce is on his 40s; Implied future gangbang? They want to share Reader (polyamory) but right now the real action is just between Damian and Reader; Loss of virginity on both parts; Implied that Damian is also inexperienced on kissing and Reader knows a little more about that; Fingering!R receiving; Slight schoolgirl/boy/person!Reader; Reader wears lipgloss, nail polish and earrings; Omegas breasts produce milk during heat; Some breastfeeding; Breeding kink; Handcuffs; The word ‘rape’ is used twice; Lots of crying; Nipple play; Dirty talk; Slight voyeurism; Unprotected sex; Negative and selfdeprecating thoughts; Claiming ownership (biting); English isn't my first language.

Word count: 4,7k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: Planning on making one pwp chapter for each batboy, and then a last one with no smut. Also, I think I'm gonna start posting on AO3 since the tw are getting worse...

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Damian was territorial, dominant and temperamental since the family had known him. Maybe he was born like that, maybe he wasn't, they couldn't know, so, what they most hoped for was that those were just personality traits, maybe coping mechanisms, and the puppy would present as an omega or beta one day, and then maybe the hormones would make him calm down. It was a small possibility, but one could only dream, right?!

Well, those hopes were crushed when, at his fifteenth birthday, Damian woke up growling at the mix of strong alpha scents stinking his room, his territory, and started pacing inside there, not allowing anyone but the old beta Alfred to come in.

He calmed down after a couple of hours, came out of his room to eat breakfast, assessed and scented the rest of his territory (everyone's territory, really, the manor was the family’s home), and maybe humor his inner alpha by subjugating the rest of the pack. It didn't work, obviously, they were all mature alphas who went through puberty already and knew how to (mostly) manage conflict with a newly-turned alpha who still smelt like milk and was just overwhelmed with hormones.

After a full belly, it was decided he shouldn't have to go to school for the first few days (something the teenager was happy with), to learn to control his mood and impulses, visit a specialized doctor to be sure what kind of suppressants were better suited for his organism, and so he could go through his first rut in peace.

A few days later, Damian went back to school, nose itching from some not-so-pleasant alpha scents, some weak beta scents, some sugary omega scents, and a lot of milky scents coming from most students, especially unpresented puppies.

He wondered how adults live like this, if he would just get used to it, and it wouldn't bother him so much one day. One thing was to feel the smell of flowers or food, another thing was to feel people’s pheromones. But his train of thoughts were halted when he felt you.

Not even inside the classroom yet, but he could sniff you out and find you if he wanted to. Strong, yet suave, soft. Strawberries. And milk. It made his whole body shudder and tremble. Now he knew why his family occasionally asked where the delicious scent stuck to his clothes came from. Now he knew why alphas turned their heads and stared at you so much when you both were walking around. It was all you. His best friend.

Damian stared openly and unconsciously, while you made your way to him none the wiser and sat down at his side, and he almost got annoyed when, at first, you didn't seem to notice his new presentation, as if you didn't even acknowledge him as an alpha yet. But then you turned and stared at him strangely.

— Dude, why’re you staring so mu- Oh. — You blinked, finally having realized where the new musky scent was coming from. — You're lucky you smell good. My neighbor smells like feet.

When he came home, he announced he had an omega.

Obviously, that left everyone bewildered as to what he meant by that, it was impossible for during his first day back outside as an alpha, he already had a mate. But he didn't have to explain much for them to understand, the scent on his clothes was enough proof as to why he wanted you for himself.

After that, Damian invited you to hang out with him at the manor for the first time. It caused a reaction in everyone, and all of them were home, of course they were, Damian wanted to show off his future mate, and you had to meet the family, since he single-handedly decided you were going to join their pack already.

As you walked past each door on the way to Damian's room, everyone had a reaction.

The old beta and grandfather, Alfred, was very polite and nice, he smelt like tea. He smiled more freely with how sweet you were, amused by Damian's clear crush.

Next, you passed Dick by the gym, he smelt spicy, and his door was open, so he could peek better to satiate his curiosity when Damian's crush arrived, yet, he didn't expect to almost fall from his stretching position when he finally took a whiff from your sweet scent for the first time, instead of just the faint and weak thing that occasionally got stuck on Damian's clothes and hair. He managed to look mostly presentable even though he almost sprinted to the corridor to meet you. Dick was even more pleased to see you were beautiful, even in your modest school uniform. He forced himself to hold back and stay in the gym when Damian decided the interaction took long enough, and pulled you to keep walking.

Jason was next, he was in the library. His scent was thick. Woody. He coughed around his drink when he felt your scent, and Damian rolled his eyes at him. Jason’s whole body froze when he saw how soft you looked, clearly an omega. He noted that you looked older than fifteen, but Jason knew you were just a couple of months older than Damian, and you still smelled like milk. His attraction to you bothered him because he couldn't ignore your still-milky scent, and he was already imagining how you would smell like when you fully reached maturity. Your hair was shiny and looked soft, like clouds and cotton-candy. He wanted to stick his nose there and hug you. You looked the perfect company for a nap (and more). Damian quickly steered you away to keep walking.

Next was Tim, he was in his room, and he smelt like peppermint. He always kept the door closed, but during your visit, it was open wide, due to his curiosity to meet you, everyone knew that. Tim snapped his eyes away from his computer when he felt you, and stared at you wide-eyed when you appeared. You didn't even come inside, Damian didn't want to feel your scent coming off of Tim's room to haunt him every time he walked past that door for the next days. It would definitely make him want to kill his brother. Tim tried to burn your image to his brain to the smallest details. He noted the color of your nail polish, your earrings, the thing dangling from your backpack, the shine and rosiness of your lip gloss. Tim specially liked your soft-spoken voice, and it bothered him how polite, neutral and distant it was, because clearly you both didn't now each other, you were just there as Damian's friend, meeting his older brother for the first time, and just wanted to go hole up inside Damian's room as soon as possible to avoid the weird interaction.

Soon, your wishes came through, and you spent the next few hours there with Damian basically teaching you everything and doing your homework. It was a new behavior, he never did that out of instinct before, some people asking him for help would annoy him, others, like you, he would calmly help out of the hidden kindness in his heart, but he never took initiative before. You brushed it off as just new alpha behavior and just used his either gentlemanly or condescending behavior, if it meant you could gain things out of it and be lazy.

At dinner, you finally met his father. Bruce Wayne was the alpha of a pack full of alphas and a beta. His himbo and playboy persona gave you the impression that he wasn't the most dominant alpha around, but you were proven wrong when you felt his sandalwood aroma and saw his towering frame. His personality was the same you saw on the TV, though, pleasant like a TV host or just a popular guy. On the inside, he was fixated with you, ignoring your milky childish scent and your school uniform. He wanted you around the house more. God knows how much a bit more of softness could help the family’s dynamic. Maybe that was what was missing, an omega around the place. Like you. Actually, it could be you. He thought about convincing Damian to stick to living in the manor even after you were both married adults. Or you could be Bruce’s when you were of age. Wait, how old were you?

Alfred drove you and Damian to your place after everything was done, all the alphas with a heavy heart, bothered that you had to go, that you couldn't spend the night with them yet. Even if you were already theirs.

It took a lot to convince Damian to share you, but eventually, he begrudgingly agreed, they were a pack, after all, not just a family, they stick together, take care of each other and of each other's interests. Having something that wasn't just vigilantism in common would be good bonding for them, and the closer a pack could get, the better. That he knew. A pack sharing someone wasn't exactly unheard of either.

After that, Damian started inviting you to the manor more often. Almost every week you were there. Your parents started saying that Damian probably was interested in you, but you laughed it off, never thinking an alpha like him would be interested in an omega like you.

The family made the best of that time to get you used to them, to their dynamic, and to make you feel at home, safe, trustful. They also wanted your scent to get stuck everywhere. To get to know you. To learn everything about you. To make plans.

When Damian's 18 birthday came, you were already legally an adult too, and they invited you over, saying it was a birthday party. When you got there, the party consisted in only you and the family.

The conversation was nice.

They put drugs on your piece of cake that simulated an out of cycle heat.

It started with fatigue.

Then fever.

Your eyes got blurred.

You thought you were getting sick, and just planned on taking cold medicine when you got home.

The alphas were slowly coming closer and circling you, unnoticed.

You felt weird in your intimate parts, maybe you needed to pee.

You stood up, but your knees were weak, and you almost fell, if it wasn't for Dick, who caught you mid-air.

All scents became clearer when your eyes locked. You wondered what the look on his face meant, confused.

You felt their excitement, and arousal. And you felt something poking your thigh.

You felt your own underwear getting wet.

You asked them to take you home, but they denied. That made you feel antsy, so you tried searching for your phone to call your parents to pick you up, but you couldn't find it. It got especially hard when Damian picked you up and started walking up the stairs with you.

— It's okay, omega. You're okay with us. I’m going to take care of you… — Your hands trembled when he purred the word ‘omega’, mumbled those words, and nuzzled the side of your head with his nose, taking a deep breath from your sweet strawberry scent, and faint sex smell, due to the wetness between your thighs. No longer any hint of milk anymore, since you already reached maturity just a couple of months before him, and now he also didn't smell like puppy anymore.

— N-No… D-Dami… W-Where are you taking me? What a-are you gonna do? … I wanna go home… I’m not feeling good… — You whimpered and tried to weakly move out of his hold, it didn't work.

— You are home, beloved. And I’m going to help you feel better… With my knot. — Your eyes widened. — I will fuck you real good and fill you with my semen. I know it is your first time, it is mine too. But do not worry, your heat will make it painless and you will be satisfied with me. — You whimpered higher, your omega was preening, crying for a knot, your pussy squeezing hard, but your mind knew it was wrong. Clearly something was wrong. Why was no one helping? Couldn't they see you were caught by surprise with your heat and were saying no to him? Why were they looking at you like that? A cough coming from somewhere seemed to snap Damian out of it, like he remembered something. — Ah, right. And then, you will receive father’s, and my siblings' knots. I will go first since it’s my birthday and I claimed you first. — Damian blushed, despite his smug tone. 

You cried for help, at first, it came out weak, as your omega didn't want to make something the alphas would disapprove of, but the closer you got to the room they designated for the moment, the reality of what was coming was overtaking your instincts. Especially after your belly started to hurt at being empty of seed.

The alphas only shushed you, and you helplessly watched as Tim handcuffed one of your hands to the bedpost as soon as Damian laid you down on the nest they made for you, and Dick and Jason each started taking your sneakers off. Bruce was standing a few feet away from the bed, Alfred at his side. The oldest alpha’s eyes were glued to your laid down figure, hungry and serious. Darker than you had ever seen. You've never been more scared of him before. He occasionally commented something to Alfred, that you vaguely registered as instructions, that also started being given to his children.

You weakly tugged at the handcuff and tried to sit up at the same time, but Damian pushed himself between your legs, and held you down by the waist. Dick and Jason held your legs open to accommodate him better, and your overwhelmed brain barely noticed their hands also rubbing your ankles and thighs. You've never felt more aroused and more scared your whole life. 

Alfred exited the room to start doing Bruce's orders, and he kept watching. Tim, who had disappeared out of your line of sight for a second, came back holding a long, shiny and glinting pair of scissors. You tugged harder at the restraints and tried to push your body up to get away, thinking he was going to hurt you, but he just purred at you to calm you down, unfortunately, it worked, and your pussy tightened when Damian hissed at feeling your center pressing against his hard cock, when you pushed your hips up and against his. You could feel him poking your underthigh, only the clothes separating you.

— It's okay, omega, I’m just cutting off your clothes, it's gonna be easier to strip you that way. — Tim said soothingly, while purring and almost cooing at you. Your eyes widened when he said that, and actually started cutting your shirt open, until Dick was able to pull the ruined fabric off from under you. 

All three alphas started purring at seeing your braless torso, chest already swelling with milk and nipples darkened. Omegas body produced milk when they had a puppy to feed, or during heats, and ruts, when an alpha was in a rut, and the omega was helping them, because the body understood it was a rough period, where a lot of energy was spent and not much nutrition came, since both were too busy procreating and too weak to go searching for food, so the milk was a lot helpful in those moments. There were even historical moments where that skill was useful in other contests, when the economy got so bad that most packs were starving, and the omegas of the pack helped them survive with milk.

Damian bit his lips and brought his right hand up to your left breast, squeezing it softly. Everyone was entranced, watching a single drop of milk come out, the breast not full yet. You arched your back, it felt good, so good that for a moment you forgot why you wanted to get away. Damian also didn't help your train of thought when his thumb started rubbing your stiff nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through your body and forcing your eyes closed. You forced yourself not to make a sound.

You snapped out of it when you felt Tim cutting your pants and underwear off. Your eyes widened at the feeling of being exposed and the almost cold air that made your hair stand. Your legs trembled and you felt Dick and Jason's hands working, uncoordinated pads of fingers dancing across the inside of your thighs. 

Your arousal’s scent freely infastated the room now, and half of them growled, in exception of Bruce and Tim, who were keeping themselves more calm and collected. 

— It's time to go now, let Damian and (Y/N) have their moment. — Bruce announced and you watched as Damian smirked, then you hid your face, sobbing against the pillow. He cooed at you while his other hand went down between your legs and started rubbing slow circles while pressing against your clit.

Dick sighed.

— Take care of them, Dami. Have fun and enjoy. — Dick patted Damian's shoulder, but you weren't sure the alpha above even noticed you, too busy gazing at you and your body, enjoying how warm and wet you were. 

— Yeah, remember to do what we taught you, baby bird. — Damian only hummed at Jason's comment, and leaned down, pressing his chest to yours. He brought his mouth to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and started leaving a trail of kisses up your neck, and under your jaw.

It was your first time feeling someone doing this, when you read fanfics and books, you never thought this could feel good like the writing always described, but it actually did, and you hated that you liked it, crying harder against the pillow and hoping his lips weren't moving closer to your face because he wanted to kiss you. You felt his nose sniffing your scent gland.

Tim hummed.

— Be careful with them, and don't take too long, everyone wants their turn. — Tim warned softly and was the last to exit the room, closing the door, but not locking it.

Damian’s warm breath huffed against your neck.

— Finally alone… — Damian whispered with a hoarse voice that made your hair stand. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes harder.

— Please, let me go… You don't have to do this, I won't tell anyone- — Your sentence was cut short when one of Damian's long and thick fingers invaded your entrance delicately. Your mouth opened on a silent scream, and the alpha watched you with lust in his eyes.

— Beloved… Omega… You will come to like this, I promise you that… — He sucked a faint hickey on your scent gland. His right hand started exploring the rest of your body, fumbling and squeezing the softer parts he found out he liked the most. You couldn't control your panting and small moans when his finger curled upwards inside you, touching your sweet spot. 

— D-Dam-... A-Alpha… — You arched your back when he started fingering you faster, your sensitive walls milking a single finger, crying for a thick knot, thirsty for his seed, your womb empty of puppies. 

— See… — He kissed your cheek. — We barely started, and yet… — Another kiss, closer to your mouth. — You're already dripping and earning for my knot… — Your lips met, it didn't seem like he had much experience, maybe it was his first kiss? Either way, you knew a little more about what you were doing, and he quickly learned. In just a few minutes, he was dominating your mouth. The younger alpha gave a slow bite to your lips when a second finger joined the first in fucking you, wet noises eccoing around the room.

You gained some clearance after a few moments, when he took his fingers off. You whined, not knowing if it was to plead him not to rape you, or because you wanted his cock stuffing you as soon as possible. You tried to force your head away from his, and he relented, pausing the kiss, but only to start taking his own clothes off. If your face wasn't already hot from the fever and arousal, you knew it would be now, feeling shy with everything new that was happening and his naked body, and surprised that you never once noticed his muscles before. 

While afraid, you peeked down and saw his hard and bobbing dick, it was thick and above average, but not too much. Not too much for someone who wasn't a virgin like you were, that is.

You tried to sit up, to get away from him in a bolt of strength you didn't have until now, fighting your omega with as much as you could. But it proved to be no help, as it punished you by making your belly tug and hurt twice more. Your torso fell down on the bed again, powerless by pain, numbness, and the restraint around your wrist.

Damian only cooed, still kneeling above you and between your legs. You cried. You didn't feel his calloused hands holding and caressing your hips, but you felt the blunt wet tip against your entrance. You were ruined.

Your parents would hate you. They would say it was your fault for ignoring their warnings and shoving yourself inside a home full of alphas with no omega. They would kick you out of the pack. And if the Wayne's did good on their word of raping you one after the other, you would probably get pregnant, as you weren't on birth control. That is, if they didn't kill you or kept you hostage in their basement. And even if your pack wanted to, they wouldn't be able to do anything to get justice for you, as the Wayne's were much more influential and rich. You were only going to the same school as Damian because your parents worked as teachers there, for god's sake. You were doomed. And if they decided to mark you…

You cried harder, ashamed of being so aroused now and so dumb all along. For the first time, you hated being an omega.

But all those self-deprecating thoughts were muffled when he finally invaded you. It was slow, gentle, testing how things felt. Damian heaved a breath and buried his face on your neck, breathing your scent deep. It felt amazing, for the both of you. You were so deep in your heat that of course it wasn't going to hurt at all, silly you. Those alphas were right, they are always right. They can take care of you.

— … More… Please, I want more… — You moaned and tried moving your hips against his, forcing his cock to push against your walls faster. Damian's head snapped up, looking at you with interest and lust. You were already cockdrunk, as he was pussydrunk, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.

He bottomed out with more hurry, after pulling in and out twice to test if you really weren't in pain. He moaned deep against your face before shoving his lips against yours again, while he thrusted his hips. The alpha found the perfect rhythm while pulling almost all the way in and out, in a steady dance. Your moans got louder by the second, your inner omega happy with all the attention you were receiving.

Your free hand shot up to rest on his back, nails digging his scarred skin, not knowing what to do. Damian's hips gradually grew in force, until the bed was shaking and softly hitting the wall. The sound of your hips colliding and your wetness clear as day didn't bother you, as you only started begging for the alpha. To be owned. To be knotted. To be breeded.

— See how I take care of you… — He kissed down your collarbone, murmuring against your skin. — Make you feel good… — One of his hands slid down to grip your thigh, pulling your leg up, purposefully looking for a deeper angle to ravish you. You gasped as he found it, and his thrusts got harder. You mumbled a bunch of agreements to whatever he was saying, you just wanted his knot! — You're my omega now, our omega now… — He softly bit your pouting nipple, being considerate as to not hurt the sensitive and swelling area. Your hand trembled on his back and shot up to pull his hair in an overwhelming wave of pleasure. He pulled weakly at your nipple with his teeth scraping the nerves on the area, until he let it go. — We will stuff you full of cum everyday and every hour… — His lips trailed down your ribs, but the position didn't allow him to go further down. He wanted to leave kisses on your whole body, and now he could do that, because now you weren't escaping them. He growled, resigning himself to traill his lips up through the space between your breasts. Your body trembled with the sound. — Fuck you real good… You will never have to beg, omega, we will spoil you with everything you need, everything you want… — His huge hands trailed up your body until they reached your chest. He squished them for a moment, enjoying how soft they were, and how pliant you were, looking straight into your dazed cockdrunk eyes. Imagining how your perfect pups will look like. Milk started coming out in small drops, so silent that he only noticed when it was dripping down his hand. His eyes shot down to assess the view and his knot started growing at the sight of your swelling breasts and darkened nipples, giving up milk for him, for him, so soft his fingers were digging and moulding the flesh, all while they were dancing up and down, bouncing, seducing him. You were seducing him. You were stunning, ravishing, perfect without even trying. He was happy his pack was the one tying you down to them, he wanted to kill someone just for thinking that someone else could have you like this. — … And you will give us everything we want…

He tentatively, almost hypnotized, leaned down and sucked your stiff nipple between his soft lips, sucking a small amount of milk inside, letting It rest on his tongue for a moment, savouring the taste, before swallowing.

You were sensitive, with a dull ache, but his suckling helped with the pain and sent waves of flickering pleasure against your body. You could feel him forcing his knot with each thrust to fit inside you as it gradually grew, and gasped, whimpering pleas for more. Begging him to keep going and stuff you full. You were both getting close to orgasm. Damian shut his eyes hard, overstimulated with the growing pleasure. He let go of your breast when he started feeling his canines getting more protruded, itching to bite your neck and claim you, his eyes also getting brighter, his inner alpha waiting to take ownership over you. Strip you off the life you had before. Forcing you to subjugate, until the smallest cells in your body knew who you belonged to.

He didn't hold himself, of course, and your first mark soon made home above your collarbone, your souls locking together and the intimacy going to an extraordinary level when you reached the peak of pleasure in tandem, while his knot swelled and made you stuck together, stopping any drop of cum from going to waste.

Every single drop was forced to stay inside of you, and Damian lifted your almost limp head, you both drunk, still coming down from the waves of pleasure, and forced your lips against his neck, his scent gland, and you, whose omega and heat had taken over since the moment his cock invaded you, didn't hesitate to mark him back, locking the bond completely.

— Good omega, good omega…

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Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?” 

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips. 

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room. 

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10