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[aureatchi]

passing you some tissues, how was beast volume 3? hope you’re ready for 4

oh my gosh this one rly had some kick. 🤧 i’m going to ramble a lil about it here…

gin stabbing akutagawa ?? when they finally reunited ?? i was acc so :< like no ofc there’s no happy ending tht easily. THE WHOLE ODA MEETING DAZAI AT LUPIN ?? i’m so scared for what this entails in the next volume & it almost made me scream when the scene cut off before oda could say anything.

i did not think what happened to atsushi’s orphanage director could get any more upsetting than what happened in bsd…but beast made it so. much worse :’) his entire backstory in general was so sad i don’t js want to give him a hug i wish to rid his soul & body of all the trauma he went through. tht whole scene happening during his birthday too. are u serious.

[haechani4ever]

dreamies taking care of you (or not?) when you fall sick, but you're in the midst of a big fight 🤧

(also youre so precious you deserve all the asks in the world 💞)

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: taking care✧

╰┈➤ nct dream taking care of you but in the middle of a fight

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing ot7 x gn!reader

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff, agnst?

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote omg, tysm for this. u dont have idea how much i love you all and how i really appreciete every request, like, repost, follow or anything 😭🫶

✦➼mark lee

✦- you don't remember why the fight even happened in the first place. what you do remember is that it was pretty intense and you both ended up angry at each other. the next day you woke up feeling sick and a little ill. you decided to go to bed after work. when mark came home and saw you like that he felt bad immediately. first he apologized to you for arguing "i'm so sorry , now let me take care of you" he stayed by your side and helped you with things like medicine and such.

✦➼huang renjun

✦- first he pretended not to care, he even thought you were doing it to get attention and for him to apologize. but after you proved otherwise, he felt ashamed for thinking that. he decided to put the fight aside for a moment and take care of you. days later he probably had forgotten that you fought and started to take care of you completly. when he rembered the fight, he went to you to apologize.

✦➼lee jeno

✦- he already felt bad from the fight because he hates to argue and tries not to. so when he saw that you fell ill days later it was worse. he approached you while you were lying in your shared bed with a wet cloth to lower your fever and a puppy face. as he brought it to your forehead he whispered an "i'm sorry, angel." since his love language is acts of service he continued to take care of you until you felt better.

✦➼lee donghyuck

✦- he's a proud boy, so it will take him a while to apologize and give in to taking care of you. he'll probably start doing it when he sees that you're having a hard time doing it on your own. it was when you were trying to open a bottle of pills that he took it out of your hands and he did it himself. since you were fighting, you didn't say thank you, which made him a little irritated. "hey, i'm sorry, okay? i just wanted to help you," he said as you walked away. you forgave him and agreed to let him take care of you while you recovered.

✦➼na jaemin

✦- after the fight you two didn't talk for a few days. that's when you got sick. he saw that you had gotten sick, but since he was still a little angry about the fight he didn't take care of you. that stopped when he heard you sneezing from the kitchen, so he handed you some tissues. you thanked him and he gave you a little kiss on the forehead in response. although he didn't apologize with words, he did it with actions, he did. then he continued to take care of you until you were finally able to get better.

✦➼zhong chenle

✦- he's a proud boy, so it will be hard for him to soften up. small arguments were common in your relationship since you both had quite a temper. when he saw that you had gotten sick, he acted like it didn't matter to him, but he was actually quite worried. he'll probably soften up a few days later, when you were a little better. you were preparing a bath but it was a little harder than usual because you were a little weak. "do you need help?" he said indifferently from the other side of the door. you nodded and he finally agreed to take care of you.

✦➼park jisung

✦- this boy is so cute and sweet that he wouldn't hesitate to take care of you as soon as he noticed you were sick. at first he would take care of you with simple things, but hardly speaking. he would just happen to pass by the room while you were struggling to fix the bedspread and he would do it for you. until while he was adjusting your pillows so you would be more comfortable he apologized. he said he was sorry and that he didn't want you to argue like that again. you forgave him and asked him if he could take care of you, which he clearly accepted because he was dying inside.

[catiuskaa]

*cough cough* no, me kisses.

SUMMARY: he may have lost his opportunity to ask you to become official, but boyfriend or not, there’s only one thing Hannie wants needs: your kisses. All over his face. Right now.

WC: exactly 1.3k baby!

CW: it’s too fluff!! ahhh!! (scared) lol, mentions of the usual sick thingies like headaches and mucus (ew!), mentions of lipstick stains (because YES), use of petnames.

REQUESTED! by pookie dookie @4ln-stay8 right here. I owed you one for reading my angsty fics, so I gave my best with this one. tysm for your support, my love! <3

A/N: inspired on the jeekies bc this singlehandedly changed my brain chemistry (melts n giggles)

[☆★🧣★☆]

Jisung wanted to groan.

Meanwhile, you only wanted to giggle and take millions of pictures of him.

What for? Well, first of all, little Hannie was cutely hiding under his duvet.

Only Jisung’s big boba eyes blinked repeatedly as he sniffed, not because he was crying, but because the poor little thing couldn’t even smell anything. He kept the half down of his face under the blankets of his bed, as he surely knew he was blushing due to you being in his room.

He hadn’t been expecting you, and he wanted to groan and put on a tantrum —or however you use that word in a sentence— because you had to be there at that moment.

“Aw, Sunggie,” you melted at the sight of him, holding back the need to coo and pet him and treat him the small and cute hamster he so was. “Lix called,” you clarified with a toothy grin. “He said you were sick, and buzzed me in before he left.”

Jisung made a note to himself to remember to tickle Felix to death for that.

There was one thing he wanted, and while it was you the one who could give it to him, he felt quite shy from asking, as far as refraining from doing so just yet.

Because it was not like you two were dating officially. Yes, the big, fat crush he had on you was as obvious as shit, to put it in elegant words, but he hadn’t asked you yet.

He was going to ask you, but he got sick.

And that one thing he wanted from you was your sweet pouty lips peppering kisses all over his face.

You sat next to him, and sheepishly shook your head. “Let me tidy up this place for you and bring you some medicine and more tissues, yeah?”

Your voice felt soothing, he wanted to use it as a blanket and stay wrapped in it for the rest of the week.

His heart sent more blood to his cheeks. As if there wasn’t enough, he thought with a huff, big eyes watching your movements as you picked a plate that had been left there since the night before and started picking up the used tissues from the floor.

“…hi…” Jisung mumbled, his voice hoarse and his throat dry.

Was he sick? Sure. I mean, his head hurt, his eyelids felt heavy, his nose was runny and he had surely filled the floor of his room and a decent part of his bed with used tissues.

But despite all that, the thing he wanted the most was to cuddle you to his hearts content.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you snickered softly, and he couldn’t help but smile with you. “Want some water too?”

He coughed in response, and you giggled. He cracked his knuckles underneath the bed sheet, his hands tingling, wanting to take you by your shoulders and hug you like a boa constrictor.

“Guess we have to cancel for tonight,” you mumbled with a small smile, your hand tenderly stroking his hair away from his forehead. “I’ll go leave my coat and bag in the living room and I’ll come back, yeah?”

He pouted without realizing. “Mmhhh…” he hummed with a small frown, almost like a whine.

You were about to mumble a soft ‘what’s wrong?’ before he shoved the covers away from his face as he gingerly raised his hand to grab your wrist and settled your palm back on his forehead. He sighed in small relief, melting into the coldness that lingered in you from being outside.

“Headache?” You said almost in a whisper, hearing the butterflies’ wings going crazy in your stomach.

He nodded. If he had been a cat, he would be purring, even if your hand had already turned warm against his skin.

“C’mon, Jisung-a,” your voice felt even softer than before. “I’ll come back before you know it.”

He sniffed. “…you will…?”

Your heart crushed, unable to handle how cute Han looked. It was too much, so much that even the butterflies in your stomach started to have their own butterflies in their stomachs.

And with a smile, you moved your hand to his cheek and planted a shy tender kiss on his forehead.

“I will. Pinky promise.” You chuckled softly, a blush slowly creeping up to your cheeks.

His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.

Oh, no. Now he knew what one of your small kisses felt like.

Now you couldn’t leave. Not before… oh.

He grinned slyly, making you raise your eyebrows, wondering what could he be thinking in that cute little head of his.

“…we’ll… make a deal…” he stated as firmly as he could.

You shrugged lightly, secretly enjoying the faint pink hue of your lipstick that had stained his forehead.

“Sure, Hannie.” Your smile only made the fact that you’d leave for, like, ten minutes —or God, maybe even more— feel a lot worse.

“I… want… more of those…” he blushed deeply.

“More of those?”

He took your hand and covered his eyes with it.

“I want more kisses.” He sniffed again.

Your mouth quickly formed the shape of an ‘o’, as your blush quickly turned a deeper shade of red, as if to compete against his.

You giggled, moving your hand from his face.

“You want my kisses, jagi?” You teased with a smirk.

He felt his heart going crazy in him, a tight feeling in his chest that turned his ears red.

“Aww, but aren’t you too sick for that?”

Oh, no.

You weren’t just going to give him a small kiss and then not continue all morning and all evening… right?

That couldn’t be allowed. Was it? He tsked at the thought. He had to make sure it wasn’t.

He coughed, pouting.

“No.” He coughed again. “Me. Kisses.” He sniffed. “Now.”

You laughed loudly, a sort of laugh that went right in Han’s little heart and filled it up with energy. He didn’t feel that gloomy sensation that being sick could cast over someone.

Instead, he squinted at you playfully.

“You have ten minutes, missy.” He said, already looking much better, emotionally wise at least. “Or else.”

You giggled, sheepishly pecking the corner of his lips.

"You can set up a timer, you cheeky idiot."

He moved his hand to his heart in an overly dramatic gesture that made you cackle, as he chuckled too, trying to ignore how fast his heartbeat felt under his hand.

Nine minutes and forty three seconds later —forty four, forty five...— you had settled a plastic bag next to his nightstand, had stolen a tissue box from the living room, and right now, you were smiling, walking one step in front of the other, carefully so to not spill over the soup you had made for him.

"It's amazing. You have to try it, I've outdone myself." You chuckled as he sat up on his bed, gingerly waiting. You left the tray on his crossed legs, moving his desk chair and nonchalantly taking a seat close to him.

"C'mon." You snickered. "Eat up." He finished it without a single complaint.

"Good boy." You teased, cackling loudly when you saw him blush.

"That's not fair," he mumbled with a pout.

"Scooch aside, Mr fairness."

You moved the pillows and laid next to him, shyly putting your arm below his neck, and then passed the other over his chest.

His face was practically in front of you.

"Hi." You grinned cheekily.

"...oh, h-hi." You giggled at his shyness. You hid the fact that you had reapplied your lipstick in the kitchen before bringing the soup, and started peppering soft kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, the corner of his mouth...

Oh, you were surely going to catch whatever he had.

[☆★🧣★☆]

~Kats, who doesn't understand why tumblr won't let her stack pictures when answering asks, reason why I post them separately, lol. Thanks for the request, gorgeous!

[nadvs]

i have loved your work for some time now and you always outdone yourself with every new thing you write. im obsessed with the sleeping with the enemy blurbs🤍🤍

can i request rafe getting into a fight because he heard someone talking bad about reader and he goes to her dorm and she cleans him up and he doesn't confess what happened because she would mock him or something like that?

YOU’RE SO SWEET OH MY GOSH THANK YOU 😭 i loved writing the one-shot and i’m so pleasantly surprised and touched that so many readers like the au!! tysm i love this request!!

based on this fic

before he knows it, rafe’s knuckles are pulsating with a sharp ache. it all happened so fast.

he’s at a bar off campus. he’s painfully sober. his team lost at an embarrassing margin today. and then, he heard one of the guys who’s dating a girl on his team’s cheerleading squad shit-talking his best friend.

he called her an attention whore. said she purposely hikes up her skirt when she dances at games and will say yes to any guy who asks for ‘you know what’.

rafe knows the truth. this guy likely got caught looking at her by his girlfriend and is now overcompensating by saying how gross the hawks’ cheerleader is.

even though his words were bullshit, they were more than enough for rafe to start swinging. unfortunately, his victim had friends near by. they got a few punches in. then he got kicked out of the bar.

at this point, she’s the only person who can make him feel better. so, he’s knocking on her door soon after. he invited her out tonight, but she told him she’s staying in to study.

she gasps when she opens the door and sees him holding a red stained tissue up against his mouth.

“what the fuck…” she breathes. “are you okay?”

before he can answer, she pulls him in by the crook of his elbow and guides him to sit on her desk, pushing her textbooks away.

she lowers his hand, eyes worryingly searching his face.

“how much does it hurt?” she says with a wince.

“it’s not that bad,” he says. it’s true. the adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet, but he’s sure he’ll be bruised up and sore tomorrow. “but i fucked up my hand.”

she looks down at him flexing his hand. his knuckles are red and swollen. she holds his hand in hers, her skin warm and soft, and shakes her head.

“shit,” she whispers. “i’ll be right back.”

she rushes out to the bathroom and comes back with paper towels, some damp and some dry. then, she pours him some water from her mini-fridge and puts a bottle of painkillers beside him on the desk.

rafe watches her in awe as she scrambles to help. he’s not sure he’s ever had someone be this worried about him. this determined to make him feel better.

he keeps his hands on his lap as she leans forward, dabbing the damp paper against his skin.

“lay it on me,” she says quietly. “and spare no details.”

rafe already rehearsed this in the car. he hates to lie to her considering the fact that honesty is basically the cornerstone of their friendship. but repeating what that jackass at the bar said is a waste of breath. it’ll just hurt her. he can’t hurt her.

“some guy was talking shit about the game,” he fibs.

“sorry. it was a rough one tonight,” she says. “last thing you needed was that.”

he had a game at a college an hour away tonight, so she had a stream of it playing as she studied. she watches his games whenever she can.

rafe is an amazing player. she never followed or cared this much about the career of any athlete she dated. and she’s not even dating him.

“it was bullshit,” he mutters.

“it was,” she agrees. she slowly runs the dry paper towel over where she moistened his cheek. “how many times did they rebound foul? i actually lost count.”

“exactly,” he says.

“and if i’m out of line, fine,” she continues, “but what the hell was morrow doing? was he tired? he was practically handing them opportunities.”

rafe nods. he laid into eddie morrow, his team’s small forward, for his shitty defensive transitions tonight.

“he told me he had a bad sleep,” rafe scoffs.

“great excuse,” she breathes. she straightens, looking at his cleaned up face.

it gives him an opportunity to stare at her. she’s so casual about it all. how quickly she swept in to clean him up. how much she knows about the game he lives and breathes. how beautiful she is.

how could anyone say anything bad about this woman?

“you’re a little swollen but still pretty, for what it’s worth,” she says with a smile. “i just hope your hand’s okay in time for your next game.”

even if it isn’t, rafe knows that punching someone for shit-talking her was worth it.

“take one if you want,” she tells him, picking up the bottle of painkillers. “get ahead of the pain.”

he pops a painkiller and gulps down the water she poured him.

“you wanna hang out here while i study?” she asks. “my room is way more exciting than some bar.”

she’s being sarcastic, but honestly, hanging out with her does sound like more fun than going out.

“sure,” he says simply. he’s exhausted. and being here feels good.

throughout the evening, rafe lies on her bed, scrolling on his phone while she studies at her desk. every so often, they fall into easy conversation. but it’s no surprise. everything between them is so effortless.

eventually, he starts dozing off and is about to stand to leave, but she tells him he can just pass out in her bed.

as rafe falls into his slumber, smelling her on her pillow, he tiredly mumbles that he wishes he met her sooner. she turns to look at him in surprise, feeling butterflies over his words when she knows she shouldn’t feel that way about her friend. his eyes are already shut.

he falls asleep thinking about how good she smells. she continues to study thinking about how nice is to have him around.

[luveline]

hi love ;)

i have a request for hotch and pregnant reader if thats okay w u, how about reader having terrible morning sickness btu not wanting to wake hotch up because he was away on a case and got home super late and she wants him to rest up BUT hotch obv wakes up and uk coddles her

i hope u have wonderful day/ night and tysm for writing such wholesome stories <3333

thank you angel 💌

cw sickness / throwing up

You’re mostly asleep, occasionally and briefly awoken by a panging ache in your spine. You only know Aaron’s home because you sigh in pain and he shushes you gently. 

With the weight of his arm over your stomach, you mumble, “What time is it?” 

He whispers back. “Nearly three, honey. I’m sorry for waking you.” 

“Didn’t.” It’s the achy back.

Aaron gets the memo. He shifts your weight onto his chest, and that stretch of your shoulder is all you’d needed. You’re asleep again in moments, his breath warming the shell of your ear. 

You wake again a few hours later. It’s still dark out, the alarm clock blinking a bleary 5:42AM. You clutch your tumbling tummy and hold your breath even as your mouth fills with saliva, determined to fight it today. You’re sick of being sick.

Aaron snores behind you. His hand has moved up to your chest, though it’s not a salacious touch where his hand rests on your breast. His fingers cover the skin above your heart, his face pressed to a shoulder like he’s desperate to be near. 

Oh, no, you think. You’re not eager to throw up, but it’s not what panics you. He only got home a few hours ago and he’s hard not to wake when you move, he’s hyper vigilant even in sleep. But if you don’t get up soon, you’re gonna be sick in your white sheets. 

You pant a hot breath and peel away from him slowly. Climbing out of bed is a pain, and you hold your hand to your mouth to stop from throwing up as you stand. You shuffle, disorientated but urgent, to the en-suite bathroom, palming along the wall for the light. You barely have time to grab the toilet lid. 

It doesn’t get easier doing this every morning. You eat light before bed and it doesn’t matter, it hurts regardless, your eyes tear up and you feel wholly miserable. Worse when a familiar creaking comes from your bed. 

“Ugh,” you whisper, hanging your head, hand tight-knuckled on the lid. 

“Why don’t you sit down, Y/N?” he asks softly. “Come on, kneel down on the floor. That’s it, honey. It’s alright.” 

You can’t stop yourself from resting your arm on the seat. It might be unhygienic, but you’re exhausted, and the effort it takes to throw up has depleted everything you had. Aaron pauses to touch the space between your shoulders, before he flushes the toilet and kneels down beside you, bringing a wad of toilet tissue to your face. 

“I was hoping your morning sickness might’ve gone away while I was in Georgia,” he says, his open hand coming up to cup your back, while the other wipes at your chin. 

“It can go all the way to your third trimester.” 

“I know, but I still hoped.” He rubs the brunt of his palm gently over your back. 

“I’m so sorry. You look so tired.” 

“I don’t mind. Do you think it bothers me?”

“Just wanted you to rest.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” —he kisses the skin beside your eye carefully— “honey, it’s fine, we’ll sleep again when you’re finished.” 

He jinxes you, summoning another round, but it is admittedly less horrid to go through with his hands at your face and neck. You struggle to breath when it’s done, gasping unsuccessfully for a full lungful of air. 

Aaron encourages you away from the toilet with some loving manhandling. “Sit here. Just take a deep breath.” He blows one out for you to follow, and another in. “You got it. Let me get you a glass of water.”

“Can you help me up? I’m done. Just want to be out of this room.” 

He’s quick and strong, hands under your arms, pulling you up. You fully believe he could get you into bed if you didn’t get your feet under you, but you do, and he walks you back to your room with a sluggishness you know to be a great deal of care. He goes slowly with you as though you might break. You press your face to his arm and think, Well, at least he loves me.  

Being sick is awful, but that’s a certain truth. 

“I should’ve made you brush your teeth,” he says, ushering you down onto your side of the bed.

The idea of a toothbrush near the back of your mouth gives you chills. “Maybe in ten minutes.” 

He fluffs the pillows behind your back. He seems tempted to kiss you regardless, but he just touches his nose to yours for a brief second and then pulls away. “Drink this,” he demands, passing you the glass from your nightstand. His hands are careful tucking the sheets over your legs and up against your slight bump. “I’m sorry.” 

“You should be.” You take a couple of sips. “I wish I could hate you for this.” 

You’re joking makes him laugh. “That’s okay. It’s my fault, honey. Hate me all you want.” 

“I don’t want to,” you say. 

He cups your face. Like you didn’t just throw up, no hint of disgust in his touch, only love. “Thank you.” His clumsy thumb on your cheek betrays how tired he is. You move over and usher him onto your side of the bed for hugging, your face hidden in the place between his shoulders. 

“Don’t be sick without me,” he says sternly, his hand reaching back to hold your arm. 

You try not to think about it. “Ugh.” 

[readsaboutreid]

Aaaa!!! Lavender roses is so fucking sweet!!!

Absolutely adorable!

If I could request something where the reader works at the BAU, but in like the last week the reader has cone in with allergy symptoms, red itchy eyes and nose. And she's just feeling terrible, eventually Gideon or Hotch dismisses her fot a couple days, and Spencer's been worried as hell and goes to check up on her but it turns out she was given a cat by her friend, (the cat got dumped and the friend caught take care of it) but the reader is allergic but doesn't wanna give up the cat, sorta "I'll get used to it, it sucks nie but he's just a baby!!!" Vibes?

tysm! and Absolutely! I've lived this scenario out myself in slightly different settings so I can easily put myself into the situation lol I think one may be a bit shorter though if that's oki?

contains: fluff, concerned Spencer, kitties!, bau!reader

"Achoo!" Spencer heard the sneeze from the desk adjacent to his, the sixth sneeze he's heard in the past half hour. He looked over to (Y/N), who was sitting at her desk with a box of tissues she had opened just that morning, already now half empty.

"You, uh, you feeling okay, (Y/N)?" He tentatively asked her, his inner germaphobe screaming at the proximity he shared with her. Sure, she was very good about covering her nose and mouth each time she sneezed but the anxiety still raced through his veins, exacerbated by his concern for his friend's wellbeing.

"I'm fine, Spencer, nothing to worry about!" She attempted to sound chipper, but instead just sounded congested.

"You've sneezed 6 times in 28 minutes, 36 seconds! I'd say that's a little less than 'fine', if you ask me," he retorted, raising his eyebrows as he spoke.

"Well, it's a good thing you asked me, then, and not the other way around, isn't it?" She shot back with a light (but still congested) tone.

"Well if you ask me," interrupted the voice of Derek Morgan, loudly, "you're sick and you need to go home before we all end up sick."

"I'm not sick, it's just allergies, I swear—,"

"That's what people say in movies before big deadly disease outbreaks occur!" Penelope Garcia piped in from her spot leaning up against Morgan's desk.

"Well it's a good thing this is real life and not a movie, isn't it?" (Y/N) quipped before quickly reaching for a tissue before her next sneeze.

"Go home, (Y/L/N)," everyone's head turned as Hotch walked out of his office and called down to them. "You're sick and I don't need the entire team coming down with it. That's an order."

Defeated, (Y/N) sighed and gathered her things and left the bullpen.

Spencer walked out of the pharmacy with bags full of cold medicine, water bottles, Gatorade and Powerade (just in case she preferred one to the other), and underneath it all a container of warm chicken soup that he had made (he wasn't sure if it was any good, but he followed the recipe exactly as it was written so he hoped it was okay, at the very least). He knocked on (Y/N)'s door and nervously waited. He hoped he wasn't overstepping, it wasn't like they were dating or anything (although the two had been on one date about a month ago, the job getting in the way every time they'd try to arrange a second date, much to his chagrin).

The sound of the door unlocking pulled him out of his head and the door opened enough for (Y/N) to poke her head out, as if trying to keep him from seeing inside. "Oh, hey, Spencer! No, you little demon, shoo!"

"O-oh! Sorry," he began, "I was just gonna bring you some medicine and food but I can go if you're not feeling up to having anyone—"

"Oh god, no! I wasn't talking about you! I'm so sorry!" Her eyes widened in panic before she said, "here, why don't you come in and you'll see."

She opened the door a little wider and stepped back as he slid inside. And was immediately greeted with two small pairs of yellow eyes. "I, uh, I had a friend who found two kittens but couldn't afford to take them in." Her eyes were red and watery and she sniffled slightly. "Turns out I'm allergic to cats!"

"Oh! Do you need help finding someone to take them?" Spencer asked, recalling something Emily had said about maybe getting a cat. "Because Emily recently—"

"What?" She asked quickly. "Never! Why would I give them up?"

"Because you're clearly suffering?" He reasoned, a smile tugging at his lips at her (admittedly adorable) pout.

"I have an appointment with a doctor about allergy shots," she argued, "come on, you can't say you don't already love them!" She whined.

As they both began rubbing up against his legs he couldn't deny that maybe she had a point.

[kurooandkenmasslut]

𝐒​𝐂​𝐄​𝐍​𝐀​𝐑​𝐈​𝐎​:​ silly toru was js joking abt :,( he didn't mean it, he swears! what happens when reader takes his comments to heart?

a little errors here n there, petnames (baby, angel & darlin) suggestive at the end

⭒​𝐆​𝐎​𝐉​𝐎​ ​𝐒​𝐀​𝐓​𝐎​𝐑​𝐔​ ↫​

based on this link!! tysm nonnie for requesting! love ya lots luv, hope ya enjoyy!

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flicking through the list of shows blankly, you dropped the remote next to your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, who was staring at the tv in boredom.

"there's no good shows to watch, put something on, and not something stupid like last time. I mean it, satoru." You say, swiftly moving your feet to help yourself to something to eat.

"jeez, you're so boring."

you stopped in your tracks, craning your head to look at the white haired male on the couch.

"What did you say?" raising an eyebrow, you now faced him fully with your arms crossed.

"I mean, you have bad taste in fashion. your clothes are something my granny would wear!" satoru chuckled, his crystalline eyes staring at your clothes. you looked down at the clothing you wore. did they really look like that? you soured your face at the memory of being excited up at the till buying it. Is this really what he thought?

"And your hair! it looks so unkempt, you look like you just got electrocuted! Haha!" He sneered. you flattened your hair, you didn't think much about your hair when he texted that he was coming over.

"And not to mention, your face! Did you take a trip in the toilet or something? Why do ya got brown on your face, hah?" He smirked, seeing your frowned lips. You were gardening earlier, it must of slipped your mind to check up on your face. wiping your cheek, the dirt smeared on your palm.

Clutching your hands, you decided you weren't gonna let you discriminate you like that. Opening your mouth, but the lump in your throat didn't budge. Nothing came out. No voice you were expecting to ring in the room. Nothing.

Biting your lip, through a blurred vision, you hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behinf you and locking it.

Gojo's smirked widened, thinking he had the upper hand. That judging grin quickly faded when he heard a whimper and sniffing. Cursing himself, he wondered what he should do.

A. Ask you if he can come in and comfort you.

B. Wait until you calm down and leave the bathroom.

after pondering for a bit, Gojo decided to grab your favourite snacks, the ones where you were originally going to eat.

With his free hand, he gently knocked on the door, trying not to startle you.

"Hey darlin, I uh.. brought your favorite!" Gojo beamed, his attempt of brightening the tension even just a little.

After about a minute, he heard the door click open. He didn't mean to, but he unintentionally rushed in immediately.

He saw you hunched over the sink, washing your face. You looked at his tall frame in the mirror. It doesn't take a genius to realise that you have been crying. A few tissues decorated the edge of the sink, but you quickly threw them in the bin. Your eyes were red and your nose & cheeks were tinted a pink shade.

Dropping the snacks on the closed toilet seat, Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your shoulder. The eye contact through the mirror was intense.

"You know I didn't mean it right? I was just trying to get something out of you, ya know? you've been less talkative than usual n' I didn't mean it, baby." He mumbled, massaging your hips with his fingers. Finally breaking the eye contact, you took sudden interest of the cracks in the tiles.

"I didn't mean it, 'm serious. You're my cutie, ain't that right, angel?" You slightly nodded your head, not really believing him.

Gojo sighed, then took you in his arms, carrying you in bridal style. His long legs weren't long taking you two out of the bathroom. "If ya don't believe me, ill show ya, angel."

Looking at his face and over his shoulder back and forth, putting your hand on his chest.

"H-Hey.. wait! The snacks!"

"I have my snack here, we'll be alright.."

𝑫​𝑰​𝑫​ ​𝒀​𝑨​ ​𝑬​𝑵​𝑱​𝑶​𝒀​?​ ​𝑫​𝑶​𝑵​𝑻​ ​𝑩​𝑬​ ​𝑺​𝑯​𝒀​,​ ​𝑹​𝑬​𝑩​𝑳​𝑶​𝑮​𝑮​𝑰​𝑵​𝑮​ ​𝑶​𝑹​ ​𝑪​𝑶​𝑴​𝑴​𝑬​𝑵​𝑻​𝑰​𝑵​𝑮​ ​𝑰​𝑺​ ​𝑨​𝑳​𝑾​𝑨​𝒀​𝑺​ ​𝑯​𝑬​𝑳​𝑷​𝑺​!​ ​

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[hoshigray]

So I saw this tweet and thought then and there: Toji's fingers and how deliciously thick they are. Just imagine you always looking at his hands and being in absolute awe every time you look at them...And Toji uses this little infatuation to his advantage, to which you have no complaints.

A/n: Now I know it seems like I'm stalling my make-up sex Toji fic, but please accept this as a gift from my procrastinating ass (I swear idk what's wrong with me, I'm recently getting back into drawing and trying to relearn everything waaaaaahhh)!! I saw the new trailer and squealed seeing Toji (nothing new, lol), but then that tweet popped up right after, and I noticed how thick they animated his fingers!! So I just ran to my keyboard, and boom! Here we are!! Also, tysm for 400+ followers like???!!! Y'all are far too sweet and kind, ya know that!? Tysm~~~

Cw: dom! Toji x fem! reader - fingering (obvi) - fingers in your mouth - Daddy kink - breast fondling - finger sucking - praise - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, kiddo, sweetie, sweetheart) - clitoral play (pushed down by finger)- mention of violence (reason for Toji's scars) - ends with overstimulation (fem! receiving).

Wc: 1.5k

There is no doubt that you love Toji unconditionally and blatantly. That is the truth. There's no denying he isn't an ideal man; both of you understand that. He has many flaws that you're perfectly aware of. Yet despite said imperfections, you choose to stick beside and love him as if he's worthy (which baffles the older, tall man).

There are many things you love about Toji. But if you could pick one thing you loved about Toji, it would be his hands. When he holds them, your hand is dwarfed by his big palm. When he pulls you close to him by the waist when you two are in a crowded area. Or when he cups your face and kisses you before leaving for hitman work.

Palms are rugged and large that effortlessly warm you up. Fingers calloused and decorated with faded scars that each hold a story. Veins that stem from the bulky arms contour all the way down to the back of his palms.

His hands. His big, rough, warm, and scarred hands. You love them so much. And you're not the only one who knows this.

Toji is no fool. He can sense your eyes observing him from across the room as he's washing the dishes from the kitchen. He doesn't have to lift his head to see you on the living room couch where you're supposedly reading something on your phone. But it was apparent your attention wasn't on the small screen in your hands.

"Whatcha lookin' at me for?" Again, not looking at you and finishing the dishes. His scarred lip twists into a smile when you cough nervously before responding.

"Oh, you know. Just looking at my man being so handsome washing those plates." You internally sigh in relief, saving yourself with a quick excuse.

Now Toji looks and grins at you, placing the last plate into the dish rack and drying his hands before walking up to the couch to sit comfortably beside you. His left arm is positioned behind your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. Your heart skips a beat.

Toji grabs the TV remote to change the channel to something interesting, probably sports or some sitcom. Not that you care, because you just watch his fingers press on the channel buttons and place the remote back onto the coffee table. His right hand then moves to his chin to scratch the slight stubble, and your orbs trace the outlines of the tiny scars that harbor on Toji's knuckles. He never entirely told you how those faded tissues came to be, but he'd say that he came out way better than the guy on the other side of his fists ("Fucker had it comin', sweetie. Shouldn't bring a knife to a fist fight.")

Despite coming from such rough events, you don't mind the scars on his fingers. If anything, they make his hands even more attractive to look at.

"Somethin' wrong with my hand, kiddo?"

Uh oh. Your eyes drift to Toji's face, sharp green eyes leer at you, and a smirk is plastered with a mischievous expression. I got caught!

"No, nothing's wrong with them." You place your phone on the coffee table, and your hands move up to grab hold of Toji's hand resting on his chin. "They're...I just like looking at them."

Toji lifts a brow as he hums, removing his hand from your grasp and placing it on your cheek. A big thumb lays on top of your plump lips. "Is that right, darlin'? Ya like my fingers, yeah?"

You nod sheepishly while turning into putty when his fingers squeeze your cheeks with affectionate warmth. The left hand that once rested on your shoulder snakes down to your chest, and small gasp results from the sudden grasp on your soft mound.

"You want Daddy's fingers, baby?" He asks while massaging your breast, lowering his head to your ear so his gruff voice makes you shudder. You answer him with hooded eyes and a wistful nod, his eyes narrowing slightly at the blissful sight. "Lay down fr' me then."

You follow his instructions as he spreads his legs, your upper body resting on his right thigh while the other stations your ass for him. He whistles before rubbing and kneading your ass, while your breathing becomes irregular when he removes your leggings, revealing your panties.

The position limits your view, so you use your senses to feel his fingers teasing from your spine down to the wet spot on your underwear. Your shivers aren't missed by Toji. He laughs. "Gonna be a good girl and let me use my fingers on ya, right, angel?"

"Yes, Daddy." Toji sneers at the title and slides your panties down, your pretty pussy glistening for him to see. Your breath hitches when you feel his left ring finger nestle between your folds. The thick digit slowly but surely makes its way inside you, and a short squeal leaves you when it's entirely within. "Relax, princess. Bein' so good fr' me right now." The older man coaxes you as your cunt adjusts to the finger, his right hand caressing your cheeks for comfort. He pushes the finger further when your breathing returns to a steady rhythm.

Even with the sound from the television present, Toji only listens to the mewls you let out every time he pushes and pulls his thick digit inside you, rubbing on the walls of your tight slit. He enjoys the view of your bare ass and cunt for him to see and toy with, silently humming to himself when listening to your cries of pleasure.

When he feels as though you've adjusted to his ring finger, his middle finger brushes between the lips of your pussy, prompting you to clench hard on him. He laughs at your reaction, "Easy, sweetheart. I know you can take more of me." Toji sneaks his middle between your wet cunt, and a giant gasp quits your body as your hands grip his grey sweatpants. The soft pants from your open mouth fill the room, only for Toji to insert another pair of fingers into your mouth. "It's okay, cry on these hands you love s' much."

And that's all you could do as you let the man bully your poor pussy, your mouth sucking on his right fingers in your mouth while his left-hand abrade your insides. Thick digits stretch your aroused hole, causing your heart to race and your skin to heat up.

"Mmmm, Mmmph!" Words are muffled, and a scream is prevented when you can feel the digits make a 'come hither' motion. The tips of his fingers scrape your velvety walls, your brain turning fuzzy while tears and drool render your face from the stimulating abuse you're going through.

His fingers slide in and out of your slick-covered pussy faster, and you accidentally bite on the digits in your mouth. But Toji doesn't mind, for he knows he's making you feel so fucking good. "Yer grippin' on me so hard, sweetie." His fingers switch to a slow pace, making sure the pads of his two fingers tantalizingly graze your hypersensitive sex. "Gonna come on Daddy's fingers?"

Finally, Toji frees your mouth. Heavy pants exit your lips pooled with drool, saliva from your mouth coats his right middle and forefinger that retreat to holding your face once more. "Yesss, Daddy. Haaaah, I wanna come on y— Aaahh!! F-fingers..."

How can he deny you when your tearful eyes beg for release? His emerald orbs go dark in hunger, and his grin widens with his teeth emerging from under his scar.

The rough digits in your cunt quicken in reckless haste, forcing out moans to fill the room yet again. The middle and ring fingers assault the gushy walls deep inside your squelching cunt, the noises on par with the thrilled whimpers that exit your mouth.

And Toji uses this to distract you from his forefinger aligning with your clit. When the index finger comes down and swipes around the tender bud, your moans turn into electrified screams, hands gripping the man's leg holding you up. With the erratic pace of the two fingers deeply scraping your pussy, along with the forefinger pressing down on your clitoris, your orgasm hits you with no warning.

You chase out your climax with a euphoric sob, walls fluttering around the fingers responsible for your hips stuttering. After a few moments, your body relaxes onto Toji's legs which keep you still. His right-hand rubs circles on your back.

"Did so good, darlin'." He praises you, and it ends with you blissfully dozing off on his lap.

...Or so you thought.

Because it hasn't been a full minute before he starts moving his fingers in your wet vulva yet again, the abrupt movement pushing out choked cries from your throat. You send Toji a confused look which is answered with his childish smirk.

"Oh, sorry, sweetheart," No, you're not! He's absolutely not. The speed of his fingers getting faster proves it, your sensitive clit getting overstimulated by his forefinger brushing against it. "But don't think I'd let you come just one time. Make a mess on my fingers, baby. Make 'em real dirty like you."

[benevolentbones]

hi!! could i request an elle greenaway x bau!reader fic where elle gets sick (like a bad case of the flu or smth) while the team is away on a case? and like she keeps insisting that she isn’t sick until she finally lets reader take her home and take care of her. tysm!!

stubborn girl | elle greenaway x reader

warnings: none really? gender neutral reader

word count: 0.9k

a/n: i hope this is okay!! first time writing an elle x reader but love her to death<3 feel free to request more characters!!

elle greenaway was as stubborn as they came. you would know, as you had been dating her for just over a year.

you were aware of her habit of never backing down from a case until it was over, never taking the easy way out of things. which you really admired about her at first, but at this stage it was just dumb.

the team was on a case, just a state over from headquarters. everyone had set up in the local police department and were gathered around for a briefing.

“we know the unsub is a male in his late twenties, he’s nervous-“ elle paused before letting out a loud string of sneezes.

you let out a sigh, leaning back in your seat. you had tried to convince her to go home, leave the case to the rest of the team as she clearly wasn’t well, but she wasn’t taking it for an answer.

so here she was, sinuses blocked, killer headache and a temperature.

“elle, you don’t look too good.” reid commented, giving a concerning glance your way. you simply shrugged, giving him a defeated smile.

“spencer’s right elle. you need to go home.” hotch stated, his lips pressed in a hard line.

“no, i’m fine seriously.” she let out a cough, pulling a tissue from her back pocket and wiping her nose.

you locked eyes from gideon who was sitting across from you, you shot him a pleading look and he immediately understood.

“greenaway, you’re off the case. go home and rest up, it’s an order. l/n, you drive her home, make sure she gets in.” gideon stood up, and reached to grab the case file that was in front of elle.

she let out an exasperated sigh, before grabbing her bag and walking out of the room. you mouthed a small ‘thank you’ to the team and followed her out.

elle trudged out of the building, to where you had parked your car. she raked her hand through her brunette locks, her harsh eyes softening when you came to stand in front of her.

she looked upset, and you understood why. it was an intense case, and it was coming to a close. but she had been sick for the last few days and it was just getting worse, so it was best for her to leave it.

“i’m fine, y/n. really.” she huffed, folding her arms over her red shirt.

“mhm whatever you say, baby.” you smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her temple before opening the car door for her.

the drive back to elle’s house wasn’t too bad, after her initial fifteen minutes of complaining she had fallen asleep. her head rested against the passenger car door, her feet tucked up on the seat.

you looked over every so often, to make sure she was doing alright. she looked so peaceful. god you loved that stubborn girl.

you pulled into the driveway, putting the car in park. your eyes flickered over to your girlfriend’s sleeping form. after reaching over to unbuckle her seatbelt, you got out of the car, strolling over to the passenger side.

you swung the door open, scooping the sleeping brunette up in your arms, and shutting the car door with your hip. you often thanked that the physical aspect of your job allowed you to lift her with ease.

you finally reached elle’s bedroom, after struggling to open the front door whilst holding her. you laid her down onto the soft sheets of her bed, pressing a small kiss to her forehead.

“mm where am i?” she began to stir, big brown eyes blinking the sleep away.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to wake you up, you’re at home in bed now. you wanna change out of your clothes? i’ll make you some tea.” you smiled sweetly.

although her hair was somewhat dishevelled from her nap in the car, dark rings plagued under her eyes and there was a slick sheen of sweat covering her forehead, you thought she looked beautiful.

one thing you noticed about elle throughout your relationship was, when in public she always wanted to be independent. she didn’t want any help from anyone. but behind closed doors, in the company of just the two of you, oh she loved to be looked after.

she nodded yes, sitting up amongst the plush pillows. you wandered over to her wardrobe, pulling out a pair of pyjama pants and one of your hoodies that she had stolen a few months ago, passing them to her to get changed into.

“i’ll be back in a minute, elle.” you smiled to her, before going back downstairs to make her a drink.

on your way back up to her bedroom, you could hear the faint sound of the tv.

you pushed open her bedroom door to find elle, surrounded by a mountain of pillows and blankets, big doe eyes transfixed on her tv which was playing an episode of gilmore girls.

“good choice.” you smiled, she scooted over in bed to allow you room to sit beside her. you passed her the ceramic mug and she took it gratefully.

“i’m sorry.” she mumbled, taking a sip of the warm liquid.

“why’s that babe?” you quizzed, leaning back into the soft pillows.

“i know i’m stubborn, im hard work for you. and you do so many nice things for me..” she trailed off.

you reached over to grasp her hand, her tired eyes staring into yours, her eyelids heavy.

“you’re not hard work, i love you just the way you are.” you smiled before leaning in.

she leaned away for a second before speaking. “i don’t want to get you sick.” she pouted.

“i don’t care.” you cupped her cheek, and she leaned in and closed to gap between you, pressing her soft lips against yours.

she pulled back, pressing her forehead against yours.

“i love you too.”

[ashlynlovestlou]

cuddling with abby <3

꩜ synopsis: just lil headcannons because abby is a gentle giant

꩜ content warning: gentle! abby , sub! reader , cuddle content , abby is a gentle giant , fem! reader , mention of separation anxiety (awh)

꩜ a/n: sorry i've been inactive! i dont have any ideas so PLS put your requests in my inbox. tysm for 100 followers ily all mwah!!!

masterlist

sfw

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.ೃ࿔* idc what anyone says, abby is the most gentle person ever. especially w you, she will treat you like you're so fragile.

.ೃ࿔* when you're not with her at night she'll set up some pillows that match your height and she'll hug those instead. poor girl has such bad separation anxiety that she needs to be held to fall asleep :(

.ೃ࿔* she is the ultimate caretaker when you're sick. she'll hold the tissues on your nose when you sneeze and wipe your lil boogies away. she gives you head and face massages to try to soothe your sinuses and gets frustrated when it doesn't work.

.ೃ࿔* on date nights where you torture her with skincare and face masks and stuff she'll only do it to please you because she loves you so much. every time she has a face mask on and you try to take a picture she'll get all mad and embarrassed.

.ೃ࿔* abby LOVES scalp massages. she'll do anything to get your hands through her hair, even if it's just a little bit. i feel like her love language is massages, and i will die in that grave.

.ೃ࿔* when you're sleeping together she'll be the big spoon (duh) and she'll put you in the strangest positions, like right on top of her because the feeling of your weight on her body is really grounding

.ೃ࿔* always holds your hand or your waist in public. her hands are never not on you in public, just to remind people that you're hers. she eats that shit up fr.

.ೃ࿔* silly! abby is the type to put her mouth on your skin and blow as hard as she can and then she'll laugh because the noise is so loud. she thinks it's the funniest thing ever and will do that repeatedly to your arms, tummy, legs, etc.

.ೃ࿔* she's the type to put you on a leash of some sort of you ever went on patrol with her. she would be terrified of you getting lost, so she'd tie a little string from your backpack to hers to stop you from wandering off

.ೃ࿔* abby loves proximity. being close to you, feeling your warmth, smelling your scent is her fave. she'd do literally anything to hold you or be held because she's just a big baby i love her sm

[daydreams-after-dark]

Hellaurr

I had a very interesting dream plz I'm desperate for Minho to facefuck me so so so so rough plz I'm literally foaming in the mouth for his cum (desperate ass call for desperate measures 🤣🤣🤣)

(with lots of degrading plz)

Hehe if ur comfortable could you make it a male!reader? If not it's fine hehe just make it gn or fem, heheheheheheh tysm 🎉✨💅

I was so excited when this ask hit my inbox. Thank you @chuuchuu1224 for sending me my first ever request for a male!reader 😘

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and it was so fucking hot in my head, but now I’m about to post it I’m a little nervous. As much as I love writing from a guys perspective (usually skz member’s perspective with fem!reader), I’m not a guy. So I’m never going to truly know the experience. I hope I did ok 🫣

To my female readers: I really hope you give this a read because I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it if you generally enjoy my work. Minho face fucking is a need.

Lastly, degradation is a challenge for me (I’m a praise baby, but I love reading degradation). I’m sorry if it’s not degrading enough 😬.

CW basically everything in the ask 👆

‼️⚠️As always MDNI⚠️‼️

You watched Minho perform every single week at the local theatre. Saying he was your favourite dancer was an understatement. You were well and truly obsessed with him. Your eyes would be glued on his incredible physique from start to finish, not even noticing the other performers.

Minho was everything. Strong and controlled. Fluid and graceful. He had an expression of disdain one minute, a cute flirty glimmer in his eyes the next. And the way he rolled his hips whilst looking down at himself? Well, that always got you leaking, right there in the theatre.

Every week, you'd grow hard in your pants while sitting in the audience, hoping the person who sat next to you didn't see the boner your were sporting.

You'd think about him all the way home, and more often than not, you had to fuck into your hand before you even made it into the house. You always made sure to keep a packet of tissues in the glovebox of your car.

Tonight, Minho's performance had you hornier than usual, and you made an executive decision to go find the bathrooms to alleviate your situation, before anyone had a chance to see the state you were in.

"Y/n? That is your name, right?" A voice stopped you just as you were about to walk into the bathroom. Startled, and a little panicked, you turned to the person speaking to you.

Minho. Fuck. Your hands quickly tried to hide the bulge in your pants.

Minho's eyes followed your hands to your crotch. "hmph." he grunted and raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes...that's me." you smiled sheepishly whilst dying inside.

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"I've seen you here before, y/n." Minho said as he stripped the last of your clothes off your body. "Many times, in fact."

You were laying completely naked on a huge couch in a back room of the theatre. You gripped your cock as you watched Minho casually undress himself, tossing the garments to the floor. "Do you come to watch me?" he turned and smirked at you, before his eyes dropped to where you held yourself. “Tsk tsk. I didn’t say you could touch yourself now did I?”

You immediately released your cock, letting it lay against your lower abs, and swallowed hard in anticipation. What was Minho going to do to you?

“I see your pretty little face in the audience. Every. Single. Week.” He sauntered towards you and ran his hand up your leg, then your torso, causing you to tremble. “Watching me with that slutty mouth hung open.” He cupped your chin. “And you know what I wonder to myself every time I see you?”

Your eyes grew wide as they stared up at the man you’d admired from afar for so long.

“What that mouth would look like choking on my cock?”

You groaned and closed your eyes, your dick hardening even more.

“Hmm.” Minho stroked your cheek. “You like the idea of my cock rammed down your throat.” He forced your mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. You moaned again and sucked on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient boy you could be.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, dragging your saliva all over your chin.

Minho moved to grab your legs and pulled you further down the length of the couch, then climbed over you to straddle your chest. His magnificent dancer’s thighs pressed down on your chest, and his delicious, mouthwatering cock, was mere inches from your face.

“Beg me for it.” He said coldly, gripping his cock with one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other.

Your eyes started to water at the desperation you felt. You wanted him so bad you’d do anything to have him just use you. Use you for his pleasure and discard you when he was done. You’d thank him for it.

“Pl-please… Minho… need…your cock. Need your cum.” You whined.

Minho rubbed the head of his cock along your lower lip, swiping precum on it like it was lip gloss. You started to wriggle, you needed him to put it inside you now!

“Use me… please…I wanna be your cockslut.” You sobbed. Minho kept rubbing the tip of his cock along the edge of your mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you good? Destroy your throat, hmm?”

You nodded desperately.

“Okay. If you think you can take it. Open.” He demanded, and you complied instantly. “No touching yourself or me.”

He pushed his cock deep into your mouth and hissed as it passed over your tongue.

“That’s it.. take it down…Such a fucking slut. Yes. Open wider.” He pulled out halfway and thrust his hips to push himself in further.

You couldn’t breathe. He filled your mouth so good. He tasted like soap and sweat. His skin so velvety and smooth, and the way the veins felt along you tongue did things to your insides.

Minho fucked into your mouth furiously, hitting the back of your throat every single time. Your eyes watered and you hoped with everything you had that you didn’t gag.

“You’re taking this a little too well.” Grunted Minho. With the hand that was gripping your hair, he pushed the back of your head into the couch, and angled his hips to push his cock in until your lips were wrapped around the base. The tip squeezed past your throat, making you gag with a gurgling sound, and your face turn red.

“Finally choking on it properly now.” He slapped your cheek, and fucking you harder still.

You were pinned under his strong legs, unable to escape - not that you wanted to. Your legs started moving about, and your hips began to jutt against thin air. You wanted some friction, but your poor cock had to just lay there, swollen and neglected.

Your hand came up to rest on Minho’s thighs. That was a big mistake.

Minho paused, still lodged deep in your mouth. “What did I say, slut? Take your filthy hands off me.” He said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered around his cock as you removed your hands.

Minho sighed and looked up to the ceiling, before looking back down at your fucked out face. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked himself.

He pulled out of your mouth and climbed off you. Your eyes widened. “No… please! Minho… I can be good… I wanna be good… please… need you..”

Minho simply ignored you and moved around behind your head to drag you so your head was hanging off the edge of the couch arm. Then he disappeared momentarily, returning with a soft belt from a bath robe.

“Little boys that misbehave must be punished. Don’t you think?” He said tying your hands together, then moving back to wear your head hung.

“Open wide little cockslut.” He said in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. Of course you obliged, opening as wide as you could.

You knew he wasn’t going to be gentle. His cock pushed past your tongue and deep into your throat, until he was all the way in. The more you struggled and the more you gagged, the harder his cock became, and the further down your throat he forced himself.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to choke on it.” He growled as your lips pressed against his pelvis. “I’m gonna be real nice and give you exactly what you want. I’m gonna make you fuckin’ choke.” His hand came to your throat and pressed around where his cock was stretching you open.

“Fuck…so tight…shit…fuck.” He hissed, slamming himself into you brutally.

You had no choice but to gladly take it.

“So fucking pathetic, with your leaking cock. Bet you’re gonna cum untouched… so desperate… so fucking pathetic.”

You whimpered, moaned, thrashed around as Minho held your head in place with his cock and his hands. “That’s it. Take it like the desperate little cockslut you are.”

Your neglected cock was well and truly leaking, tears were streaming from your eyes, and your mouth was dribbling messily. Yet you needed more.

You needed Minho’s cum. You wanted him to completely fucking ruin you. Just the thought of tasting his cum had you on the edge of your own orgasm, and your demise came when you opened your eyes to get the perfect view of Minho’s ass. Your cries were muffled as the coil inside you snapped and you felt ropes of your own cum land on your stomach as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.

“So pathetic.” Grunted Minho when he saw you make a mess on yourself, then he was filling you up. “Drink it up… That’s it… Like a good little cockslut.” He panted as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, then he pulled out to paint your face with the reminder of his seed.

“Fuck!” He growled throwing his head back as he allowed himself to calm down.

You tried to catch your breath whilst trying to desperately lick as much cum from around your face as possible. You didn’t want to waste a drop.

Minho began to redress, raking his eyes over you as he pulled his sweats up. You thought he was going to just leave you there, naked and used. If you were honest with yourself you were thrilled with that thought.

Unexpectedly, Minho knelt beside you with a towel, wiping you up and untying you.

Then he did something more unexpected.

He took you in a deep kiss.

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𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜..

𓂸𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩

𝗌𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋!𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽...

𑁍𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 (𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒...), 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻𝗌.

𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮: @bernardsbendystraws tysm queen!

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

ఌ❥

y/n found herself at a party, which was rare because y/n’s friday night usually was to sit in her room and listen to 1989. But tonight her friend Sadie had driven her here because y/ns boyfriend had broken up with her.

As y/n and sadie enter the party, the smell of weed, alcohol and smoke filled y/ns nose. “Girl, im going to go for some drinks”. Sadie says leaving her all alone. Y/n stands in the middle of the party when she recognizes a guy on the couch, with a cloud of smoke surrounding him. Matt, the guy in her highschool who sold weed.

Fuck it.

Y/n went over to Matt. When she got infront of him, Matts eyes trailed down her body, watching the stunning light pink shirt that showed her breasts perfectly and her skirt that hugged her curves and ass, and ofcourse her signitire bow. “what do you want, princess” he asked looking at her. “I want to buy some”. Y/n says shyly. “Girls like you shouldn’t be buying weed” he stands up infront of her getting close. “You dont even know me”. She says. “I’d liked too”. Matt says pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

Y/n and Matt go to a bathroom where he sells her some weed. “So. What are you doing here?” He asks her sitting on the toilet and y/n leaning against the sink. “My friend dragged me here because my boyfriend broke up with me”. “Oh shit im sorry”. he says. “But shouldnt you be at home listening to taylor swift or some shit” he continues. “Thats exactly what id liked to be doing right now”. She murmurs and matts stands up coming closer to y/n and puts his mouth to her ear. “Would you like me to help you forget about that boyfriend of yours?”. Matt says. “maybe” she says teasingly and Matt starts kissing her and y/n kisses him back. The kiss gets deeper and matts hands rest on her thighs. He slowly starts moving his hand further.

Y/n whimpers. “Oh fuck” matt groans. His hands get to y/ns light pink panties. “Can I?”. He looks into her eyes. She nods. Matt moves the panties away and slides two fingers slowly down her folds. “Please Matt”. She whines. He finally puts them in. “Fuck matt” y/n moans. “I need you inside me” she breathes out. “Yes ma’am” Matt teases. She starts helping him unbuckle his belt and pushes down his pants and boxers.

His cock springs out, hard and big. Matt grabs a condom from the bathroom because of course in this types of parties people fuck in the bathroom. Matts tip lines up with y/n hole. “Matt please-“ y/n is cutoff by Matt thrusting inside her. They both moan. Their heavy breathing muffled by the music. Matt thrusts get faster and deeper, y/n knows she is not going to last. “Fuck baby youre so tight”. Matt groans. “Matt im coming”. She manages to breathe out. “Im right behind you baby, release for me”.

With on final thrust the pair become undone, Matts head resting on y/n’s shoulder. “Fuck princess that was amazing. He says slipping out of her and putting on his pants. You climb off the counter and adjust yourself. “Yeah it was”. “I go to go princess heres my number, text me when you want a round two”. Matt says giving her a piece of tissue with his phone number. “Okay”. Y/n knew she was going to text him, even if he told herself not too.

𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌

𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺❥シ

a/n: my first smut 😭 tyy soo much for reading, its badly written smut but i tried my best love yall

[bxeckersz]

Bloody Nose | PB x female reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, language

Summary: Paige and her secret girlfriend Victoria accidentally go public at a game after an incident on the court 🤭.

Me and Paige had been secretly dating for 6 months. The only people who knew were her team, my siblings and parents, her siblings and parents, and my best friend. Me and Paige were planning to keep it private until our 1 year anniversary.

Paige had a very tough game right now with a good college. Paige is the number 1 scorer of the night. Every point the other team makes, she goes right back and makes a point, tying the game. The game was tied right now, 39 to 39.

The game had started to get really heated. Like really heated. Smart remarks were made from girls on the other team and paige just brushed them off because she didn’t want to get into trouble, but i knew she was cursing them out in her head.

One of the girls from the other team had the ball and was going to the basket. Paige went to steal the ball and the girl elbowed her in the nose and made a three pointer. Paige’s nose had started to bleed really bad which caused me to stand up, looking at her in worry.

And when i mean really bad, I mean really bad. The team and medics ran over to her to check on her but she pushed them out the way walking off, cursing. She wouldn’t listen to anyone. She was so mad.

“Tori! come down here please!” Azzi yelled at me. It was no secret to everyone that i was a friend of the teams, but it sure was a secret of who i was dating. I immediately ran down the bleachers, excusing myself.

I walked down to see Paige yelling and pushing the medic away. “Thats bullshit!” I heard her yell before she walked off. “Paige!” I called out, following behind her. I called the medic over and asked for the tissue. “Let me do it” I told the medic, grabbing the tissue. She nodded and stepped out of my way.

“Paige come here.” I said. She walked over to me, shaking her head. “Bro, you seen that shit, right? i mean that was obviously a foul! they had to pay those shitty ass refs off” She rambled. “I know, baby, I know.” I replied, holding the tissue up to her nose.

I knew my choice of words were risky as there were cameras everywhere - but i really didn’t give a fuck. She needed to calm her ass down before she got in trouble and sweet talking was the only way to get her calm.

She shook her head and put her hands on her hips as if wiped off the dripping blood. “Calm down, P” I said as held the tissue to her nose. It felt like everyone there had their eyes on us, watching intently as she didn’t listen to anyone else but me.

“Bro those refs are paid off. I mean, that was clearly a fucking foul.” She stated. “I know. Just leave it, okay? you’ll get in trouble, paige. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” I said, removing the bloody tissue to her nose to replace it with a clean one. I watched her closely as she licked her lips, still shaking her head slightly.

I removed the tissue from her nose when it finally stopped bleeding. Her ass was still rambling on about the refs not calling that a foul. At this point the game had went on and Uconn was currently winning by 5.

“Go let the medics check your nose and make sure it’s not broken, ma.” I said. I knew she liked it when i called her ma and she needed to calm down. She smirked at me and nodded before she started walking off. “Wait, P” I called her back. “Huh?” she replied, turning around to make eye con with me.

“C’mere” I said as i motioned her over to me. She walked over to me, confused, and looked at me. I pulled her into a soft, short kiss and a tight hug, not noticing that the camera was pointing at us.

“I love you.” I said, pulling away. “Love you too, baby.” She replied. I gave her a quick smack on the ass before she walked off and i went to go sit back down.

The clip of me and paige was released and needless to say, the editors had a field day with that one 30 second clip.

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Tysm for reading!

[violetarks]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 3K VI !!!!! THAT'S SO EXCITING !!!! could i pleaseeee get something with denji !!!! with patching each other up and rivals ???? TYSM 😘

"why are we so complicated?"

anime: chainsaw man

character: denji

summary: being devil hunter yourself, you have to be there for the other workers. when one of the more annoying hunters gets hurt, kishibe places you in charge of fixing him up.

warnings: g/n! reader, no pronouns used (you didn't mention any specifics, i hope this is okay :D), reader and denji don't like each other because they think the other thinks they're better than them, reader and denji are the same age

"ow! you pinched me so hard!"

"oh, no i didn't."

you make sure to squeeze his cheek a little harder between your thumb and index finger, to which he yelps at again. he pushes your hand away from his face after you apply the square bandage to his forehead. he glares at you while you innocently look through the first aid kit.

while you respected your older fellow devil hunter, kishibe, you were pissed art him that he put you in this position. denji got himself scratched up during the last mission, and nobody wanted to donate any blood for him to consume and heal himself. kishibe, your captain, assigned you to patch him up while the rest either went to a briefing with makima or helped the clean up crew deal with the debris.

you offered to switch with someone else like kobeni or arai, but both of them sourly refused, as they didn't want to spend more time with the devil who prolonged their mission by two more hours for being stupid and messing around.

"ugh, i can do it myself!" denji groans as you wipe away at the cuts on his arm. the antibacterial wipes seemed to be working well so you ignore his pleas. "y/n! you're not even listening to me!"

"can you just shut up for a second? you love to hear yourself speak." you grumble out as you discard the red tissue in the bin beside you.

you regret even letting denji step foot in your apartment, but per kishibe's orders, you had to take care of him before sending him back to aki.

“y/n, you’re so mean,” he grumbles back to you as you pop open a spray bottle of disinfectant, “could ya’ stand to be nice for once?”

“could you stand to not die every single mission?” you scoff at him, “god, you make my job so much harder. ultimate devil chainsaw man, bleeding out in the bathtub.”

he looks away from you with an angered expression before you spray his cuts. he jolts and you narrowly evade his elbow as he hisses at you.

“you act all high ‘n mighty and you can’t even deal with some first aid,” you groan as you toss the disinfectant back into the box, “i don’t get what makima sees in you.”

“i could say the same about you!” he yells back with an accusing finger, “you think you can just show up n’ be the best!”

“i was here before you!” you argue back.

“nuh uh!”

“yuh huh!”

he grits his teeth as he forcefully looks away. you roll your eyes at him as you press the bandaid to his wound.

you didn’t really know when you started disliking denji, but you think it was around the time he saved meowy to cop a feel. your opinion of him went down when you stood next to aki while he called upon his devil to dispose if the enemy. the whole entire time you were deadpanning with your weapon in hand.

denji decided he didn’t like you because you were always getting praised by makima. she pat your head once and he got even more jealous when he saw that you looked embarrassed and irritated. you didn’t deserve it, he thought.

however, everyone else was just a little confused. why would you two hate each other? you never interact unless it’s to insult the other.

“drink that,” you sigh at him and hand him a glass of water and medicine, “i don’t want to see any dirt on my floors. clean up your mess before you go.”

leaving him in the kitchen, you go back to the bathroom. he reluctantly chomps down on the medicine and gulps down the water. his face sours before he hears you let out a hiss of pain.

peeking into the bathroom, he sees you with your back to the mirror, looking over your shoulder to see the slash the devil made on your skin. you let put a groan and drop your tissue in the bin. denji scans you in your tank top, how your muscles move with your hand as you try to wipe away all the dried blood on your shoulder. you din’t even notice denji watching until he clears his throat.

“you, uh…” he begins. you glance over to the doorway. “need help?”

“from you?”

“who else, dumbass?”

“don’t get quick with me, smartass…” you grunt towards him.

you think about it. you’ve seen denji try to patch up aki, and it looked like he didn’t know half of what he was supposed to be doing. though, you’re too embarrassed to call up aki or himeno to help. so you roll your eyes and nod your head.

denji makes his way over and you face the mirror, hands bracing the sink as he grabs an antiseptic tissue for medical use and presses a bit too harsh against your cut.

“ow!” you hiss and lean away from him, “denji—!”

“my bad,” he mutters out before gently wiping at the dark blood, “sorry.”

“‘s fine,” you reply shortly. you hang your head with your button up and jacket slung on the bathtub. your grey tank top was drenched on the shoulder and upper back areas. “what are you guys havin’ for dinner?”

“i dunno’,” denji responds with a shrug of his shoulders. he sees your downcast eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “aki said he’d call you when he can pick me up.”

you sigh and lift a hand to brush your neck, “right… well i’m cooking curry tonight, if you want some.”

“really?” he chimes with raised brows, “i can have some?”

“yeah,” you huff as he drops the tissue into the bin. you hand him a patch to put on top of the slash. “it’s like 6:30. i’d feel weird eating dinner while you were sittin’ there all sad and hungry.”

he rolls his eyes at you with burning cheeks. “shut up…”

his fingers gently press the bandage to your shoulder, smoothing it out shortly after. his fingertips dance across your skin, as if itching to get closer. but he pulls his hands away and shoves them into his pockets. “all done.”

you seemed so tired but denji’s never seen you so relaxed around him. you were always uptight, sure, but now, you were more loose. it took him a few seconds, but he realises how nice you look in the lighting. messy, yes, but still… you looked good.

“thanks,” you mumble to him as you roll your shoulder and turn around to him. grabbing your shirt, you button it up and look to him. “you’re gonna’ help.”

he nods slowly as you look to the mirror again and wash your hands and face. splashing water onto your face, you feel denji bump his hip against yours, trying to get closer.

“denji…” you groan as you pat the water from your face with a towel, “what is it?”

he furrows his brows at you with a heavy blush taking over his face. you blink at his state before a smile breaks out on your lips.

“oh,” you hum as you tap your own cheek to mirror the patch set on his, “want me to kiss it better or somethin’?”

denji doesn’t reply when you laugh at his reaction. he only grows a little more irritated at your response. “w—what? stop laughing at me!”

“i thought you hated me, denji,” you state, stance now up straight, “look at you now.”

“i do! shut up!” he argues back to you, “you’re so stupid! i don’t like you!”

his stammering stops as you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his bandaged cheek. your lips are warm and it distracts him enough that he lets your fingers dance along his other cheek.

your kiss leaves him confused. why would you do that if you didn’t like him? were you playing with him?

when you pull away and notice the hot blush on his face. his surprised is permanently painted on his face, which causes you to chuckle and your gaze to soften. he’s a good guy, really. but he just needs a little guidance. even though you’re the same age, he’s so vastly different from you. the thought makes you sigh and reach out, hugging him tightly.

“it’s okay, denji,” you mutter against his shirt, “you’re pretty alright.”

“i—… whatever…” he grunts as he squeezes you back. you let out a slight hiss and he pulls away as you rub your wounded shoulder. “sorry.”

“‘s fine,” you reply whilst craning your neck, “let’s go make dinner. don’t want you rummaging through aki’s cupboard when you get home.”

he watches as you leave the bathroom, early following after you. you weren’t so bad after all, but he’d never admit that out loud. it was his little secret that you knew all too well.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey i just broke my own hymen a few days ago and it bled. I'm not worried about the bleeding because it seems to have stopped normally and I'm in no pain, but will I have to wait for it to heal before trying penetration again? Are the edges of the torn hymen like a small raw wound that I just can't see? I havent really been able to find info online about what comes immediately after doing this. Tysm

hi anon,

so, let's talk about the hymen, and the language that we use when we talk about the hymen. this is a good starting place:

the hymen doesn't really "break," per se, it just stretches wider over the vaginal opening. that stretching can definitely be painful, for sure, but no part of you is broken. bleeding is also common upon early attempts at vaginal penetration, rarely from the hymen but much more likely from delicate vaginal tissue being abraded by rough, unlubricated penetration. even for people who have had penetrative vaginal sex many times, microabrasions - tiny tears within the vagina - and accompanying bleeding are very common. these itty bitty injuries usually heal up quickly and without difficulty, because the vagina is generally pretty good at keeping itself squeaky clean.

the hymen is not an open wound; the membrane is meant to open wide enough to allow entry. but there are likely tiny tears within the vagina, and avoiding further penetration, whether it's fingers, toys, or tampons, for a few days can help make the process easier and avoid reopening any tears up before they can properly heal.

[m00nkissedlover]

Hi! Can you write a Regulus and fem potter! reader raises four year old harry after his parents are killed?

・｡Little Rabbit 🐰

You've ordered: vanilla ice cream! enjoy!

"I'll be the only dream you seek."

post Hogwarts! Regulus Black x fem! Potter! reader | word count: 925 words

Summary: after your four year old nephew comes to you for comfort after a nightmare, regulus questions whether he's still capable of being a father.🐰

Warnings: not really a warning, but reader is james's sister. in this, regulus doesn't become a death eater. no real warnings, basically just domestic fluff!

Note: hi anon! tysm for this request, it was really fun to write! ☺️ i hope i did your request justice and i hope you like this short little drabble :)

The feeling of tiny hands shaking your shoulder broke you out of your dreamlike trace of sleep at what seemed like...5:00 am. You rubbed your eyes, turning on the lamp on your bedside table, your vision slowly adjusting to the dim light and making out the small figure on your bed.

"Harry? Sweetie, what's wrong?" you murmured, your voice groggy with sleep. Harry, your four year old nephew, sat at the edge of your bed. He was clutching a stuffed rabbit plush you had bought him, his bright green eyes wet with tears, a bit of snot dripping from his nose.

"I-I had a nightmare..." the poor boy sobbed, clutching the rabbit closer to his chest. You felt a pang of sadness through your heart, grabbing a tissue from your bedside table and holding it to him nose. He blew his nose into it, sniffling as you wiped his tears with another one.

"Can I sleep with you two tonight?" You obviously couldn't say no, your heart going out to the four year old. It had been 4 years now since he lost his parents and was put under you and Regulus's care. Speaking of Regulus...just where was he?

Oh, that's right, he was sleeping next to you, groggily blinking his eyes as the sound of Harry's sobbing woke him.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked, his voice a little gruff. He scooted over to sit next to you, watching as you pulled Harry into your lap.

"He had a nightmare again." you muttered, holding the small boy to your chest and gently stroking his hair. "Aw, no. Want me to do the thing, bub?" Regulus asked, playfully poking Harry's cheek.

The little boy giggled softly, sniffling and nodding his head. Regulus got out of bed and padded over to the closet, rummaging through it and pulling out his wand. He closed his eyes for a moment, walking back over to the bed and taking Harry's rabbit plush. He set it down on the bed, raising his wand and muttering a spell he'd used countless times before.

Upon casting the spell, the little rabbit plush seemed to come to life, lifting its head and wiggling its ears. Regulus pointed to Harry, the rabbit facing the little boy before it started to do a silly little dance.

"Look, Harry! He's doing a different one this time." you hummed, Harry's crying subsiding. He clapped his tiny hands, a laugh that could put a smile on anyone's face leaving him. Regulus waved his wand once again and the rabbit plush walked up you Harry, crawling up his body and giving him a hug, its face in the crook of his neck.

"Aw, how sweet." you sighed, glancing from the heartwarming scene to your husband who was making his way back into bed. "Feeling better, Harry?" Regulus asked, Harry nodding his head a squeezing the rabbit.

"Thank you, papa Regulus." Regulus felt a surge of warmth run through him at the sound of Harry calling him "papa." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the boy's cheek, ruffling his hair.

"You're welcome, bud. Now come on. It's time to get some sleep."

Harry was now curled up between the two of you, rabbit plush clutched to his chest. He looked so peaceful as he slept, like he didn't have a care in the world (which he probably didn't). You gently caressed his cheek, glancing over at Regulus who seemed to still be hung up on Harry calling him "papa."

You reached out and squeezed his hand, his attention now turning to you. "James...He would be beyond proud of you for stepping up and taking care of his son. I swear on Merlin's name that James and Lily are smiling down on you right now."

Regulus let out a sigh, squeezing your hand in return. "I know, I just...I don't want it to look like I'm trying to replace him, you know? He was a really great friend and an amazing person, I-"

You cut Regulus off by leaning over and pressing a kiss to lips, just a small one. The two of you carefully moved and got out of bed as to not disturb Harry as he slept. You walked out into the hallway of your cozy cottage, cupping Regulus's face in your hands. "Reg, no one thinks you're replacing James. Just think about it; if we had a child and something, god forbid, happened to us, do you think James and Lily would do the same for us? Absolutely, in a heartbeat." you said, resting your forehead against his.

"He loved you, Reg. He probably trusted you more than any of the others. I know that if he could, he could tell you take care of Harry." Your words stirred something within Regulus, the dark haired male's eyes getting watery.

You wrapped your arms around him, his own arms immediately returning the hug. "He'd think I'm a good father to his son?" you heard him mumble, his voice cracking a bit.

"He'd think you're a wonderful father to his son." you reassured him, rubbing his back and stroking his hair.

After a while, you two made your way back into the bedroom, getting into bed and laying back. You pressed a soft kiss to Harry's head, Regulus doing the same before giving you a quick kiss.

"Good night." he whispered, intertwining your fingers underneath the duvet.

"Good night." You squeezed his hand back, smiling to yourself as your head hit your pillow and sleep finally took over.🐰

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