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doumadono · 9 months

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Synopsis: The BNHA boys confess their love to you for the very first time

MASTERLIST

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku had been feeling his heart race whenever he was around you, his girlfriend, but he was nervous about expressing his feelings.

One evening, you were sitting together on a bench at the park, watching the sunset after a long day of hero training. The colors of the sky reflected in your eyes, making you look even more beautiful, in his little opinion.

Izuku took a deep breath and, mustering up all his courage, he gently took your hand in his. He looked into your Y/E/C eyes and said, "You know, being with you makes me feel like I can do anything. You've always believed in me, and I can't thank you enough for that. I… I love you."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and then a bright smile spread across your face. You pulled him into a warm hug, replying, "Izuku, I love you too. You've always been my hero."

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo had never been great with words, especially when it came to expressing emotions. But he knew he had to tell his girlfriend how he felt because keeping it inside was driving him crazy.

You were spending a day at the city center, and Bakugo had been trying to build up the courage to say those three words all day long.

As the sun was setting and the sky turned shades of pink and orange, you were walking down the street, hand in hand. Bakugo suddenly stopped and turned to face you, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Listen, dumbass," he began gruffly, "I… I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would. Hell, I… I love you, okay? So don't go getting any ideas about leaving me or some shit like that."

Your eyes softened, and you hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Katsuki. And I'm not going anywhere, my fierce warrior."

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto had always been reserved, and expressing his feelings was a challenge for him. But his girlfriend had shown him what it meant to love and be loved, and he wanted to reciprocate that.

You were at a peaceful park, sitting on a bench and sharing some ice cream after another day of your internship at his father's agency. Shoto was staring at the ground, trying to find the right words.

Finally, he looked up at you, his heterochromatic eyes filled with warmth. "You've brought so much light into my life," he said softly. "I never thought I could feel this way about someone. But I do. I love you."

You smiled, and a tear of joy escaped your eye. You reached out and touched his cheek gently. "Shoto, you have my heart. I love you too, with all of it."

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Despite being a pro-hero, expressing emotions didn't come naturally to Hawks. But his feelings for you were undeniable, and he wanted to be sincere in his confession.

He decided to write a heartfelt letter, expressing all the things he admired and loved about you. He left it on your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers (yes, deep inside, Keigo was a true romantic at heart).

Later that day, he received a call from you. You were thanking him for the beautiful letter. Hawks asked if you liked it, to which you replied with a teasing tone, "Well, Mr. Hero, you're supposed to be observant, right? What do you think?" Hawks couldn't resist the playful challenge and responded, "I think… I think you did. Y/N, I love you." He felt the weight of his heart lifting as he admitted his feelings.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Dabi had always been distant and reserved, but his girlfriend saw through his tough exterior and understood the pain he carried.

One evening, you were sitting together on the rooftop of LOV hideout, watching the sunset. The warm colors of the sky seemed to ignite a spark of courage within him.

Dabi turned to you, gently intertwining his fingers with yours, and whispered softly, "You know, I've always believed that my heart was frozen, but you… you've been thawing it all along. I never thought I could love someone so deeply, but I love you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you could see the sincerity in his words. You reached out and gently touched his cheek, "Dabi, you don't have to say more. I can feel it too. I love you too."

Shigaraki Tomura (Tenko Shimura)

Shigaraki had always been awkward with emotions, but as he grew closer to you, he found himself wanting to be more open with you about his feelings.

You had just finished a long and eventful day of planning their next move as villains. With everyone else occupied, Shigaraki and you found a rare moment of peace in the dimly lit common room.

As you sat on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, Shigaraki felt a mix of comfort and vulnerability, something he rarely experienced. He could feel his heart pounding as he debated whether or not to share his feelings. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your arm, and he finally gathered the courage to speak up. "Hey... There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice unusually soft. "You mean a lot to me. More than I ever thought someone could. You're always there, supporting me and understanding me. And... I love you."

You leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Tomura, I love you too."

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shockedemojiatsv · 4 months

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▪︎■☆New Years🎊☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞‼️NOT SAFE FOR WORK‼️🔞

☆ trans!bot!Miguel O'Hara / amab!dom!reader

☆ 2k words

☆ late (I faced multiple family issues during the first few weeks of January, so sorry for the delay 😭😭)

☆ words such as cunt, pussy, cock and hole are used to describe Miguel's genitalia

☆ please correct me if I missed anything 😓

°○☆ nsfw under the cut ☆○°

The sound of fireworks. Loud and colorful. One would expect to walk outside and see the display of reds and blues. Even purple or green. Or a wonderful mix of hues patterned together.

Fireworks were symbolic. Fireworks were for to celebrate the new year coming ahead. To celebrate the birth of new months to spend with the people you love the most and to make thanks for the previous year and all of its challenges and shortcomings.

Other people had parties over it. Charcuterie bords plated with soft cheeses and salty cold cuts, added with a side of fruits and oranges. Not to mention the flaky biscuits.

Other people spent time together. Blowing their horns and rambunctiously declaring out their love for all people to hear on the top of their lungs until their throats burned and their ears stung.

You and Miguel decided to spend time together. Of course, a blend of the two given directions to spend the birth of a brand new year.

There was a party held in HQ for the other spiderpeople who were also celebrating new years eve and you and Miguel enjoyed it but had leave sooner on account of celebrating it on your own with him.

"You do realize i could have bought all of that for you" Miguel says with his eyebrows raised. While feeding himself a piece of unflavored biscuit dipped in cream and biting down on the snack. His large hands made it look miniature..

"Well I wanted to treat you, obviously. It isn't fair if you're getting me so much. It's the least i could do. Especially for today." You mention as you sip your wine and smile. Leaning against the circular couch and watching the muffled fireworks from outside pop into colorful combinations with your loving husband.

"I like the Queso de Bola from your universe." Miguel mentions with a huff and a smile then buries his face on your shoulder to lean on it. You snort, then decide to speak, "There isn't a difference between the one from mine and yours... even if it's from the future. It's.. still a cheese ball"

"Yeah. But I can taste the difference. The ones I've got were made by machines. Not cows." You shrug. He has a point. But despite that there isn't much a difference in flavor.

Eventually you two settle on finishing up the charcuterie board and drink the wine you two had. Mundane conversations about life. All the while you had your hands on Miguel's stomach whole you cuddled with him from the back.

He was talking about atomic particles and the more he explained the more wine he drank. Despite his tolerance he became tipsy quicker than you both had planned. Not that anything changed. He just became more clingy and open. And a little sleepy. It was adorable to see honestly. Though, there was no doubt the warmth growing inside of yours and his stomach.

It settles with you both lying down in bed watching some movie that you can't really focus on right now because Miguel's kissing your neck and rubbing his clothed pussy against your thigh. The kisses were alright. You spared some back. But the sudden wetness you felt when his hips moved on your leg had snapped your attention to him.

You finally got your eyes off of the movie and looked at him. Most of his face is buried onto the plush pillows but his eyes had that half lidded look that always made you feel warm. Everywhere. He needed something. He needed you.

You both have done this before. More than once. Of course, he was your husband and he has needs. He has a lot of needs. And you were always receptive of fulfilling them.

Without a word you reached over to him without moving the sheets away and traced your hand down his body. He closes his eyes and sigh softly. Adjusting his own body so that it was now facing the ceiling. Snug right beside you with the blanket covering everything you two were doing.

Your palm brushed against his pecs. So soft. You squeezed on the muscle and he twitches and hums in response. You apologize by kissing his cheek.

You go lower and your hand is on his muscles. Thumb tracing against his torso. He was breathing faster and his squirmed a little. Impatient. You apologized by kissing his nose.

Your hand reaches the spot he had needed you to touch. His warm wet cunt. You wanted to tease him but decided against it. It was new years after all. Why derive your husband of the pleasure he deserved? As a little thank you gift for just being here with you. For existing. Because he loved you and you loved him and nothing will change that. Especially another year to spend with your darling husband.

He groans a little. With the way your fingers rub his cock, and graze against his hole. Overall spreading the wetness. The warmth that is, Miguel. You use your thumb to rub at the slit softly but fast enough for his liking. He pants and turns his head so that it's buried on your neck. His breathing is labored and he does as much as to lick at and bite your neck. His hand rubbing against your clothed throbbing cock to share his own effort.

You groan at the touch. Close your eyes for a second to focus fully on the way you pleasure him and how he pleasures you. You move your fingers down, 3 of them, entering his sopping cunt. Your thumb flicking his clit while moving your fingers back and forth and curling your fingers to press down on a spongey spot that has his seeing stars.

He whines. Growls? Could be both. What mattered was that it felt good his warm pussy felt around your three fingers that moved in a way that had him curling his toes. He gets your fat cock out of your boxers and strokes it properly. Now your distracted. Your fingers move a little erratically inside of his hole. Sucking more in. Greedy little thing.

You continued moving your fingers. In and out. Curling your fingers up at a degree that caressed his gspot in the right ways. Your thumb stimulating his cock. He was shivering. Not from the cold, a blanket ensured that. He shivered with the way your hands moved inside of him. For a moment he stops stroking you because his hands gripped the sheets tightly.

He chokes. And you move your head to kiss him. It's messy. Sloppy. But it's full of love. It's always full of love. Everything you do for this man has always over-poured itself with so much love, he even doubted if he deserved it at some point. Not that you wanted to linger on the thought. Because he deserved so much more.

And when he cums. You're there for him. He whines out when you prolong his orgasm with a few more strokes of your fingers. Thrusting in and out at his usual preferred pace whilst flicking his cock with your thumb. The more he gasps out while his gangs graze your tongue the better. He knows you love him he knows.

You're not even finished with him. Oh no you weren't.

Not when you moved the covers away from his beautiful legs and moved yourself to face in front of him. His eyes were lidded and he had himself waiting for you, legs spread and revealing his vulnerability in its full glory. Only for you. Always for you. You leaned down, kissing his legs. Every scar littered on his skin you appreciate quietly with a soft peck of your lips, maybe a soft bite or two. You can smell his heat approaching the further you go down and it's exciting but you have to remind yourself to be patient.

You leave a kiss on his happy trail and the little bit of soft fat on his abdomen, not giving it what it wants at first. Take it slow. Just the way he likes it. To take your time appreciating him and his body. And when your tongue will part the dark curls coated on his cunt and land your tongue on his hole, hold him down while he squirms and throw his head back.

You'll lap up the slick that's been dripping down his pussy lips since his earlier orgasm and drink it up the more you lick deeper, nose budging his clit. Hold him down, please do. With the way he'll call out your name and arch his back the faster you pressing your tongue deeper in his walls. He'll squeeze you inside whenever you prod and press against that area that has his pussy creaming all over again. When he comes, again, he squirts this time. At this point it's easier to drink up now that you're nearer to him.

He's so sensitive and his clit is throbbing. He's twitching against the bed and his grip on the sheets are evidently strong. Luckily he had made a way to make his bedsheets harder to tear so there was no damage done. He could tear and pull and scratch all he could but nothing would be damaged. Other than perhaps you, some red angry marks here and there on your back.

Like the ones forming now, with your face pressed against his and your own throbbing cock rubbing against his own heat. Wet shy slickness. Rubbing your girth against his clit and he can only whine and make half assed growls, demanding you to go faster. He's cute isn't he? All desperate like that, legs spread trying so hard to get your dick inside him, whilst his ankles pressed against your spine trying to thrust you in himself.

And when you give him what he wants he'll scream again. He'll scream your name. He'll scream because he can feel your cock parting his warm, creamy walls. The soft and humid interior of his pussy. It has you both seeing stars. Just as colorful as the fireworks from earlier. You ram into him and the deeper you go he has his eyes rolling back and his words falling into mumbles. Soft moans and slight growling.

Words you'll hear would be please and thank you. Then it'd turn into curses and demands. Him asking you to hurry up. And if you thrusted into him just right he'd return back to his more polite pleads.

You can feel him squeezing so good around your cock. His hole, slick and just sucking you in. The crown of your cock hitting his cervix and it drove him hazier. He laughs, because the intensity of it all has him in a precious, soft, fuzzy delirious state and you kiss his forehead. To make it all better.

His walls squeeze at you. And it feels so fucking good it's driving you insane and he swears he can feel you deep back in his throat. Because he chokes on his own noises for a good second before his head falls back and he whines again. Rutting against the knowledge of you knowing you'd end up filling him to the brim. Stuffing him full of your cum and your scent will just overwhelm him because you're his and he's yours and anything about you. Your personality, your voice, your scent. He wants every ounce of it and it only multiplies I'm sensation when he knows he's leaking with your love. Your scent and your very DNA in its pure form, as Miguel thinks to himself.

Well, one thing or another, the thought of you filling him up again has him squeezing you and he squeals because it's all so much. Too much. The way you kiss his face and mutter praises into his ears, your hands spreading his legs apart while the head of your cock hits him deep and I'm talking deep. He cums on your cock and arches his back, mouth opened for a silent scream as he growls next and twitches. Claws digging further into your back, he'd apologize for that tomorrow morning.

Right now he was focusing on experiencing the best fucking orgasm he's had for this year. This precious, brand new year. With you and in this bed. When he cums his pussy squeezes you and you couldn't help it either. Coming undone as well with a groan and filling him up full. Miguel's gasps because the sheer warmth of you is making him feel full. Feeling fulfilled. It could be for whatever reason but no matter what it'd be he's so happy to be here with you because he loves you so much and he's so full of your love. Literally.

One things for sure, you were willing to go a little longer. To thank him for being here with you..

(A/N: it's finally here!!! I'm really sorry for the delay afhfhrjjf (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ) but that's no excuse, so I finally finished this work :) I hope you guys like it. I'll make more soon. Please be patient with me ♡)

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astyrial · 3 months

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a dark roast darling bucky barnes x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: your favorite customer brings a friend to your coffee shop word count: 1k warnings: none, i’m a little obsessed masterlist | requests are open

a bright spring sun shines through the small coffee shop's windows. the little mural bringing in an array of vibrant colors and designs, bringing in the most unique customers. usually writers or artists will bring their supplies and relax under the warmth of the shop. however, there's one recurring customer who doesn't quite fit your usual clientele.

he'll walk in, leather jacket on and black gloves covering his hands. every time, he'd order a black coffee and question which baked good was your current favorite. the name he would have you write down is james, a rather common name for such an interesting man. james usually came in the earlier morning when the shop would be relatively empty.

except one time, an unusual event in which he brings a friend. his friend sporting a bomber jacket immediately greets you with a large smile on his face, "your shop is wonderful, my friend, bucky, here couldn't stop talking about it."

you take a peek over at james upon the new nickname, watching as a scowl grows on his face. his blue eyes carry a certain sharpness that only enhances as his friend talks you up. "thank you- i've worked hard to get it where it is now. i'm happy that, um, bucky enjoys it here. i do enjoy deciding my favorite pastry of the day," you give james a quick yet succinct wink.

through your peripheral vision, he's glancing in your direction and holding a nearly invisible smile on his face. "so, what would you guys like today? coffee? recently, some people talked us into making tea as well," you lean against the counter, hands pushing against the surface.

"just an iced coffee for me, some cream in it. if you wouldn't mind, beautiful," james' friend then hits his shoulder with the back of his hand, raising his eyebrows.

james nods and rests his hands on his hips, a certain strain of confidence overtaking him. the sun shines in through the windows and leaves a beautiful array of greens and oranges across his figure. you bite the inside of your cheek and look down at the cash register, unable to meet your favorite customer's eyes again.

"didn't peg you as an iced coffee fan, sam. black coffee... and uh what would you recommend for today?" james glares at his friend out of your view, embarrassed by his brazen behavior.

"well, buck, i definitely did peg you as a black coffee fan," 'sam' crosses his arms in front of his chest, pursing his lips.

as the two bicker slightly, you look over at the baked goods spread. from the croissants to the beautifully glazed donuts, you can't help but wonder which one he hasn't tried. on the very left sits a banana nut bread. it's not the most popular at your store by any means, but when someone likes it, they love it.

you finally look up at james as sam raises his hands in defense of something he said. james takes a look back at you and mouths a quick apology. his shoulders somewhat lowered in a clear expression of slight annoyance. not of you, of course, of his friend who can't help but antagonize james in everything he does.

"you should try the banana nut bread," you take a couple steps to the display and hover your hand over where the bread sits.

james nods and starts to pull out his wallet, "thanks, i appreciate the assistance, da- y/n."

"anything for you, uh bucky, odd nickname by the way. would ask you about that but i worry it may be a tumultuous name..." you take a glance at sam, grabbing the cash out of james' hand, feeling the extra thickness.

despite the add on of sam's coffee, it feels awfully thick for a thursday. you raise an eyebrow at him and begin sorting through the stack of ones. at the very end is an extra dollar for his black coffee that you always ensure him is not necessary. "what day is it james?"

"james?"

"thursday, however, i've brought an annoyance into your shop and i thought it was only fair," he rests one hand on the counter, trying to ignore sam's constant wondering about the name james.

you grab one of the dollar bills between your index and middle finger and reach it out to him. he nods, just barely biting his lip as he grabs it out of your hand, fingers brushing against each other. a string of electricity shocks you and sends your heart beating a little quicker.

"she calls you james? wow-" sam begins, bringing james out of the moment.

"sam, how about you wait outside and i'll come join you in a moment. then we can talk about this dilemma that you're so passionate about," he raises his eyebrows, demeanor slightly changing as he turns away from you, leaving you to begin on their drinks.

luckily both drinks are fairly easy to complete. meaning it doesn't take long for you to turn back around to find james standing there with an apologetic look. he purses his lips and opens his mouth without saying anything, like he doesn't quite know what to say.

"james, you don't have to explain anything. i actually have a friend who is very similar to mr. sam out there," you set down the black coffee and then the iced coffee, grabbing the banana bread to start cutting a piece from.

"but he still could've conducted this much better, i really am sorry, darling."

darling... for a moment, you had nearly forgotten about the endearing term he always calls you. heat rises to your cheeks as you pack up the bread to give it to him. when you finally do look up from the ever so intriguing bread, his gaze can't seem to find their way out of your eyes. you look away for a second, only to look back at him with a drunken smile.

he grabs the items and thanks you, taking a step away before turning back around and sighing, "actually, would you mind going out tomorrow night? dinner?"

"i thought you'd never ask, i close up at six," chills run down your back until it reaches your calves.

"great, once again, sorry for sam's behavior. he definitely won't be joining tomorrow night, darling," james winks and turns back around, exiting the shop to join his overzealous friend on their journey.

#bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #marvel x reader #marvel #marvel fanfic #sebastian stan #x fem!reader #bucky barnes #winter soldier

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mangogobibiboo · 6 months

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MSBY: LOST and FOUND

Warnings: children, lost children, screaming, kinda angst not really, very fluff. Let me know if there are more!

MSBY x FEM!reader

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leave a comment or a reblog, they are always very appreciated 💕

Hinata:

Haruto: Age 5

Hinata is a tad absentminded. Don't get me wrong, he is a hawk on and off the court, but he can get a bit distracted at times.

He gets so excited when focusing on something he loses sight of his surroundings.

Today had been a great day to go to the park. It was sunny but not too hot and a bit breezy too.

Hinata had gotten out of practice a little earlier because the gym was going through some repairs.

After picking up Haruto from his babysitter, he decided that it would be a great idea to play some soccer at the park.

They played for about half an hour before taking a water break. Hinata had gotten distracted by a text in the MSBY group chat.

In the short amount of time, Haruto had managed to wander away.

Now Hinata has a little sister, and I'm sure he must have lost her at some point, so he has some experience.

He is the calmest of all of them because he knows what to do. It's the same thing he used to do with Natsu.

Go to the top of the jungle gym and look for a bit of family face and a mop of fluffy orange hair.

And low and behold, little Haruto was standing in front of an ice cream cart looking around for him.

He hurried down to him and bought three ice creams. 1 for Papa. 1 for Haruto, And one more for Haruto so he doesn't tell Mommy.

Bokuto:

Nanami: Age 8

I love Bo, but don't get me wrong, but thinking about this makes my blood pressure spike.

Like so much yelling, precious eardrums were lost that day.

Bokuto had the day off, so what better way to spend it than to take his little princess on a toy run to the mall.

The plan was to get her some stuff she wanted, get some nerf blasters for a scheduled battle at sunset, and hit the food court before leaving.

The trip goes as planned. They ended up buying a whole kitchen set and a small car to be delivered later. He likes to spoil his little girl. Bokuto walked out of the store carrying a bag with two Nerf guns and another bag with random toys she picked out.

He swears he only looked away for a second to look at the menu, but by the time she turned to ask Nanami what she wanted, he was gone.

This man panics, asking every person he sees if they've seen "the cutest little girl ever."

He ends up back at the front of the toy store, visibly sweating and beyond stressed.

Then a voice comes on the intercom, "Bokuto Koutaro. Please report to the security office." You see, unlike your husband, your daughter had a calm and collected mind. When she couldn't find her Dad, she remembered what you said and went to ask someone to make an announcement on the intercom.

Manz runs as fast as he can. I mean, that's his little girl. It has to be

After almost suffocating Nanami in hugs and kisses, they finally get food and go home.

By the time you got back, the living was a mess with Nerf darts, pillows, and sofa cushions everywhere.

In your daughter's excitement to tell you how responsible she was today, she didn't see that glare you shot her Dad.

Bo looked like a kicked puppy.

Yeah, he slept on the couch that night, but not alone. Nanami felt terrible for getting her Dad in trouble, so she cuddled up with him and fell asleep.

Atsumu:

Hideki: Age 6

Mei: Age 11 months

Atsumu is extra at the best of times, and I can't imagine what he would be like his he lost a whole ass person.

Today was a beach day; the season had finally ended, and what better to celebrate than to rent a beach house for a week?

You had decided to stay back because it was too hot that day, and you didn't want to let the baby outside.

Atsumu was actually really happy about this because he hadn't spent much time with his son with practice, and the baby took up most of his time and attention.

This was going to be the best Father-son ever!

They were going to play volleyball for a bit, build a sandcastle, and stop by the store to get some meat for a barbeque before going to the house.

As expected, Hideki had inherited his father's volleyball skills, and those lessons he had been going to were definitely not going to waste.

Atsumu teared up at the thought of his son wearing his jersey one day.

Going on to the sandcastles, Atsumu had left for just a second to fill a bucket up with water, but when he got back, Hideki was gone.

There weren't many people on the beach, and he was still nowhere to be seen.

When I say this man screamed, I mean her screamed bloody murder; you heard it from the house.

He was thinking frantically about where he might have gone. He ended up running half of the beach and had called the police to report him missing.

Now, just like Nanami, Hideki had a much cooler head than his father, but he could be a little absent-minded.

He had wandered off because he saw something shiny near the cove where they were building their sandcastle.

After catching breath, Atsumu tried looking around the tide pool again.

Before, when he yelled, Hideki was too engrossed in a small shark he found in one of the tidepools to notice. By this time, the shark had gone away.

And there was his baby boy squatting down, hugging his knees on a rock while looking into the water.

When Tsumu screamed his name, he almost fell in LOL.

Anyway, queue all the kisses and hugs, the man almost suffocated him.

Then Hideki held up a handful of shiny shells that he picked up to show you and Mei so you wouldn't feel sad because you couldn't come.

Afterward, they picked up some meat and ingredients for side dishes at the store and went home.

But your time together was interrupted by a police officer dropping by to follow up on a missing child report.

Tsumu slept on the couch that night after profusely apologizing to the officer.

Sakusa:

Eichi: Age 4

Ayumi: Age 7

Unfortunately, you were called into work at the last minute and had no way of getting a babysitter in time, which meant the kids would have to spend the day with their Dad at practice.

Eichi and Ayumi took after their Dad in the aspect that they were really good at sticking to a routine. They finished the morning rituals and headed out the door at 10:00 a.m. sharp.

Even with two kids, he is a little clueless about being a dad. Don't get me wrong; he loves them tho.

Anyway, when they get to the gym, he sits them down on the bench near the couches; every water break, he checks in to see if they are okay, makes sure that they eat their snacks and lunches, and makes sure that they stay hydrated.

It was halfway through practice, and there were fewer breaks; the kiddos started to get bored, as kiddos do. They wandered outside for a bit to see if they could find anything to play with.

Ayumi ended up finding some rocks and sticks and convinced her brother to play make-believe as witches.

And somehow, nobody noticed two little children wander off.

When Sakusa looked over to see that they were gone, everyone was wrapping up to go home, and he freaked out.

Everyone was kind of taken aback by him suddenly screaming their names, but the rest of the team noticed they were gone, too.

Atsumu and Hinata managed to calm him down and offered to look for them.

After about 20 minutes of unsuccessfully looking around the gym and calling their names, sakusa couldn't have been more stressed.

He stood at the gym entrance, ready to cry, until he remembered hearing Eichi and Ayumi yell about rocks.

He remembered that there was a little garden with a bunch of pretty rocks; he rushes there and finds his two precious babies sleeping under one of the trees, cuddled up under his MSBY jacket.

He carried Eichi while Bokuto helped bring Ayumi. They didn't wake up until you got home, and they just excitedly told you how much fun they had at practice with their Dad and if they could go again.

The kids never even realized they were lost, and Sakusa never mentioned it to you. It could be his little secret.

a/N: Lot of my stuff has been fem reader. I will try to be more g/n in my h/c's; please bare with me.

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hwaitham · 5 months

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𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓸 ꒱ྀིა . ｡˓ ❤︎ ˖ ݁ blade ( yingxing ) x gn!reader. sfw. established relationship ﾉ suggestive ﾉ set during da high cloud quintet era ﾉ no prns for reader but dey r dressed in a dress n' mary janes ﾉ u're called bunny at some point hehe c: ﾉ repost frm old bloggie ! i just miss him tremendously ‎o(TヘTo)

you bring yingxing’s lunch to his smithy, precisely at noon when the mechanical birdie above the door chirps 12 times as you walk in. before you can enter his frame of view, a small smile already begins to quirk up on his lips.

(he's grown familiar with the clickity-clack of your mary janes and the spring of your step— he swears on his life that he'd be able to recognize you from the sound of your footsteps alone.)

“yingxing, i brought you lunch!” you greet him cheerfully and rub your nose against his in a bunny kiss, leaning over a bench decorated with multitudes of nuts and bolts and "little spinny wheels" and "puffy air blowers"— as you like to call the names of tools you're unfamiliar with.

(he’s thought time and time again about educating you on proper terminology but decides against it every time.

your silly whimsies are rather endearing.)

your lover melts at your affection, feeling the warmth of the sun through your thumb that sweeps over the smudge of charcoal on his chin, your lips that land on his brow, and then his nose, and under his eyes and over the apples of his cheeks and finally his own lips.

he smirks over your mouth— amused by your sweet desperation to feel more of him, the happy little noises that bubble in your throat, the way you paw at his chest.

so eager.

surely there must be a tail wagging somewhere behind your back.

"how am i expected to eat my lunch when it can't stop kissing me?" yingxing whispers lowly, voice lilted the same way it always does whenever he tries to pry you from the orchard and into his bed. "i'm hungry, dear."

and you taste so sweet, like strawberries and butterscotch and cream and everything precious in this world and, aeons, won't you allow him just one bite?

"naughty! not here—" your giggle breaks off into a squeal when he pinches your waist, and then into a dreamy sigh when he kisses your lips once more.

and your jaw. and over the muscle lining your neck. and inside the hollow of your clavicle.

you've allowed him three bites too many, because now you're putty in his hands. cookie dough for him to knead and shape and eat however he sees fit.

"at least... not now..."

"so, later, then?"

(he's as charming and boyish as he was when you first came to know him years ago. and perhaps just as shameless.)

"you're such a glutton," you tease, gently slapping away the wandering hands that slide up the skirt of your dress before they're given a chance to devour you whole. "look, lunch."

your fingers find his chin to avert his gaze from your face to the steel tiffin box and wicker basket full of tangerines that you've laid on his countertop— perfectly orange, peels unblemished, tiny dewdrops of cool water clinging to the surface.

“tangerines?”

they're his favourite.

“mhm!"

after you, of course.

"i picked them from the orchard this morning.” you take the basket in one hand and reach out for him with the other, palm facing the sky, hair flowing gently when you step closer to the daylight and into the wind-chime breeze flitting through the open window.

his hand finds a home in yours, then you smile— all teeth and scrunched-up eyes and it feels like he's seeing you smile for the first time all over again and he falls and falls and falls.

“won't you enjoy some with me, yingxing?"

and it's almost as if the daylight is shining just for your eternal honeymoon love when it kisses both your faces so tenderly— sitting with yingxing on the sill under the saturday sun, your legs slung over his thighs as he peels tangerines.

he feeds you the cleanest pieces, white fibre picked off and sticky on his hands because he knows you don't like how it tastes.

and he gets messy with the juice, lets it run down the strong vein that lines the back of his palm because he enjoys when you lick it all off, suck on his fingers and kiss their tips all the while looking up at him like you don't realize how you wring his heart and twist it into a ribbon.

(you call him a glutton but he reckons you are just as greedy with your love.)

and he splits the tangerines into single slices and feeds you the biggest ones because it's ridiculously cute how you like to stuff your cheeks with them, fitting as many as you can into your mouth.

"you look quite adorable when you're eating." yingxing's voice is silky, quiet, yet it catches you off guard when he leans into your side to softly pinch your full cheeks between two fingers, jaw falling slack and wide eyes unmoving while you gaze up at him curiously. "my little bunny."

"'myourbunny?" you laugh and question shyly, lashes fluttering as your eyes close and wrinkles crease at their corners, the tangerine slices filling your mouth threatening to pop past the seams. with your wobbly lips, you smile the best you can, wrap your sticky fingers around his wrist and lower his palm to cradle the side of your face.

when you nuzzle into his touch, yingxing sees the brightest star in his sky.

he feels the way your fingers slip between his own and he feels how perfectly they fit, and that feeling creeps along his neck, moves to the corners of his mouth to tug them up until his smile grows wider than your own.

there's a seed caught between his teeth that's now on display.

he could care less.

you two share touches with rind-covered fingertips, kisses with juice dripping from your chins. giggles and breaths and honeycomb words and a dozen tangerines.

yingxing wishes you had picked some more. and he thinks about how much he loves you.

and he wonders if you can tell.

🐾 special taggiez 4 bladie'z sweethearts @blushfwul @culturity :3

#𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 ⑅˚˖ ݁ ˓ ෆ #blade x reader #yingxing x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #huwwo i just think he is so lovely . . ‎(╥﹏╥)

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justagalwhowrites · 5 months

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Perhaps a Fucksgiving prompt: Joel, in grey sweatpants. (I can't be the only one so affected by grey sweats, right?!) Doesn't even matter what universe it's in because I think it could work in Lavender, Yearling, or NIT. Or something new. Just...have fun with it, lol.

AHHH BESTIE!!!

I love this, thank you so much for this ask. So here's NIT!Joel being an absolute fucking menace in gray sweatpants.

LOVE YOU!!

Fucksgiving 2K23: Gray Sweatpants

Joel makes an... interesting wardrobe choice for Thanksgiving dinner prep. A New in Town BestFriend'sDad!Joel drabble that can be read as a stand alone.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (both from New in Town)

Warnings: SMUT :D No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 1.8k

“It’s too early for this,” you groaned, face down in your pillow. “It’s supposed to be a holiday…”

Joel chuckled, his large, warm hand spreading over the bare skin of the small of your back.

“You stay in bed,” he pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades. “I’m the one who decided to smoke a turkey.”

“No,” you sighed, turning your head against the pillow so your voice wasn’t muffled anymore. “Not going to make you get up on your own. Just do me a favor and start the coffee?”

He laughed again.

“Whatever you say, Beautiful.”

You listened to Joel getting dressed for a moment before you forced yourself to get out of the warm, comfortable bed.

You loved Thanksgiving with the Millers. So many traditions, so many delicious foods, so many people you loved who loved you back. But the smoked turkey thing was new and, as it turned out, you’d been a lot more excited about it in theory than in practice. Morning sex was not an option when your boyfriend needed to be cooking before 8 a.m. Joel had gotten you some cute festive pajamas, at least - not that he ever left your clothes on long once you were in bed - and you pulled on the orange plaid pants and matching thermal before toying with your hair enough that it wasn’t a disaster and shuffling to the kitchen.

The coffee pot’s brew cycle was just sputtering to an end when you got there and you pulled down a mug, pouring yourself a big cup and adding Irish cream before making Joel a cup of his own. You glanced at the clock. 7:18 a.m. Joel was never allowed to smoke a turkey again, you decided. Being up this early on Thanksgiving was a bridge too far.

“You look exhausted,” Joel laughed as you squinted against the morning light.

“You’d be exhausted, too, if you’d gone out with Sarah and her high school friends last night,” you groaned, passing him his favorite chipped mug, the one with an owl on it. “I swear, I feel like I’m still in my 20s and then I go bar hopping…”

You made your way over to a lounge chair by the pool and plopped down on it, taking a long sip of coffee. As the caffeine settled over you, you actually opened your eyes and took in the golden fall morning, the sun reflecting off the pool, the crisp air, the smell of wood chips as Joel got the smoker running, the outline of your boyfriend’s huge cock clearly visible through his gray sweatpants.

You damn near choked on your mouthful of coffee when you noticed it, shooting up from the lounge chair coughing and sputtering. Joel frowned, watching you.

“You alright over there?” He asked.

“Oh I’m fucking great,” you coughed, beating on your chest a bit to get the rest of the coffee down. “You’re getting changed before Sarah comes over, right?”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it,” his frown deepened. “She’s bringing cinnamon rolls over in…” he glanced at his watch. “‘Bout an hour or so. Was just gonna wear this until closer to dinner. Why?”

“Because, babe, I’m pretty sure I can tell from here whether or not you’re circumcised and that’s not because I had your cock in my mouth last night.”

Joel’s eyes went wide and he looked down before looking over at you again.

“They’re just sweatpants, baby.”

You snorted.

“They’re gray sweatpants,” you replied. “Those are an entirely different animal.”

Joel’s frown deepened.

“What? Why?” He asked. “They’re… they’re sweatpants!”

“You really don’t know this?” You laughed a little. He shrugged, still looking at you like you were just a bit crazy. “Oh, babe…”

You set your cup of coffee down and went over to him, looking him up and down.

Yeah, you got to see Joel every day. You lived together, after all, and moving in together hadn’t exactly lessened your sex drives. The only day you hadn’t fucked in recent memory was when you had a stomach flu and you were too sick to have anything going into you, including Joel. But you still loved to look at him, at his shaggy, graying hair; at his soft, brown eyes; at his strong, broad chest. Even without the… advantageous sweatpants, you’d been enjoying the view. He might have been in a threadbare Texas Longhorns shirt that was probably the same age as Sarah he managed to look fucking gorgeous in it, the shoulders stretched a little tight and the sleeves a bit snug on his thick biceps, the outline of his soft stomach just visible through the drape of the fabric.

“Let me demonstrate,” you said, locking your eyes on his and reaching down to trace over his cock through the fabric, starting at his tip with the lightest pressure. He gasped softly when you made contact with him and you smiled ever so slightly. “I can tell your head starts right here…” He moaned a little and you ran your fingers down to the ridge of him, tracing back and forth over the flare of his tip. “And that it ends right here.”

“Fuck, beautiful…”

You smiled and moved lower, down his shaft.

“Can tell just how big you are,” you said, voice breathy. He moaned and you kept going until you were at the base of him, tracing him there, too, before wrapping your hand around him as best you could with the fabric between you, starting to stroke him. He whimpered, dropping his head to your shoulder. “And I can tell that you’re getting hard…”

“Not giving me much choice in that, Beautiful,” he groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ…”

You took your hand back.

“But you’ve got a bird to smoke so…”

You turned to go grab your coffee again, smirking once your back was to him. But Joel reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into him with a needy grunt.

“Don’t know where you think you’re goin’…” he growled, pulling you tight against him, so tight you could feel his hardening length on your stomach.

“Me?” You said, feigning innocence. “I just don’t want to be in the way of the chef…”

“Shoulda thought of that sooner,” he kissed you firmly, desperately, his tongue opening your mouth and sliding inside. You kissed him back until he pulled away from you, breathless. “Gotta make this quick…”

He took your hand and pulled you in the house and you laughed as he started tugging at your shirt the second you were in from the cool morning air. He tossed it on the couch and his mouth was almost immediately on your breast, sucking and licking at you as he maneuvered you back toward the couch. He pushed your pants and panties down as he did and you stepped out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. You pulled at Joel’s shirt and he almost reluctantly pulled his lips from you as you exposed his chest. He nudged you down onto the couch so you were sitting on the middle cushion and he spread your legs wide before shoving his pants to the floor.

Joel knelt between your thighs and hooked his hands in the crease of your knees, pulling your ass to the edge of the cushion as you let out a surprised yelp. He notched his head against your dripping hole and took hold of your thighs before thrusting fully into you in one sharp, firm motion.

“Fuck!” You moaned, the stretch of him burning in the most satisfying way.

“This what you were tryin’ to get me to do?” He panted as he fucked into you, fingers sinking into your flesh. “Tryin’ to get me to fuck you silly? That it?”

“Fuck, yes!” You groaned and he slid one hand to your lower stomach, his thumb finding your clit as fingers spread wide over your skin. He pressed down on you and the sensation of him filling you grew impossibly stronger. You could feel his hand pushing on where his cock was opening you and your body was already getting tight and hot and needy. “Fuck, Joel, holy shit…”

“Gonna fill you up real good, Beautiful,” his voice was strained. “Leave you so fuckin’ full of me, make you feel it all day.”

You moaned at his words, at his thumb working you, at the slide of his thick, heavy cock as he pushed deep into you.

“I’m gonna come, Joel,” you panted, all but squirming below his touch. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” he fucked into you even harder. “Come for me, come on my cock, want you to milk this cock, give it to me, Beautiful, fucking come for me.”

You obeyed, your hand flying to Joel’s forearm and digging your nails into him as your pussy fluttered and pulsed over him.

“There she is,” he fucked you through it. “Jesus Christ, feel so fuckin’ good, gonna fill you up Baby, leave you so full…”

He pressed deep, to the very end of you and you felt him spill deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he filled you with rope after rope of his come.

“Fuck,” he moaned as your orgasms both ended and he collapsed onto you, his head on your chest as you both panted for breath. You scratched your fingers through his hair and you kissed the top of his head, breathing in the fresh, clean smell of him that was now tinged with sex.

After a moment he sat up enough to kiss you deeply as he pulled himself out of you and he got to his feet. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth, gently cleaning your messy slit.

“Just because I probably shouldn’t say this around your entire family, can I say that I’m thankful for your dick?” You teased.

Joel laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m just thankful for you,” he said, leaning over and kissing you. “Pussy’s a bonus.”

He passed you your clothes before gathering his own. He put on his shirt and underwear but tossed his sweatpants over his arm before heading back toward the bedroom.

“What…” you began, but he cut you off.

“Clearly can’t trust you around the gray sweatpants,” he teased. “Better change before you got me worried about a different kind of stuffing…”

You groaned as you pulled on your shirt.

“Oh shit, I forgot, you still have to actually get the turkey in the smoker!”

He laughed.

“Don’t worry, Beautiful,” he said. “Think that was worth dinner starting a bit late. Might have to make it a new Thanksgiving Day tradition.”

You laughed, too.

“We just might.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #new in town #smut fic #fucksgiving #joel miller x oc

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mssonepiece · 4 months

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You said you wanted one..

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Content~Fluff

From this poll.

You and Satoru have decided to take the next step in your relationship by moving in together. You've been dating for five years now, and after bringing it up so often you decided to shoot the bullet and ask Satoru if he really wanted to find a place to grow and start a family of your own. You were nervous asking him such a question at first but he agreed that you'd been dating so long that you might as well live together. Adding that it would be much easier to sleep in the same bed when you aren't having to travel to each others houses every night. It's been a serene few weeks breaking into the new house and creating new habits. Picking a house that suited both of your requirements was very stressful on you and finally being able to relax knowing all the furniture was in place, was everything that you needed with this move. With everything being in order, you and Satoru were able to spend days at home resting on the couch or in bed. The move has brought you together much closer than you've ever been. It felt like you didn't need anything else from life in this moment. However, Satoru walking past a pet store on his way from work couldn't help himself from getting pulled into the shop. He took his time browsing around all the fish, birds, dogs, and eventually cats that were in the back of the store. There's a range of colors to pick from of small kittens, they have to be at least 3 months old. Instantly Satoru knew that he had to bring one of these kittens home to you. He remembers how you mentioned loving animals and wanting a few of your own one day, which is only temping him to buy one more. A yellowish-orange kitten with a cream colored patch covering half of its face stretches up the glass as far at it can reach, catching Satoru attention. He can't help but let out an audible 'aw' at its actions, smiling brightly at the thoughts in his head. He takes a minute to watch all the kittens play before walking up to the staff to show them which cat he will be taking home.

You got home from working at your office job about an hour ago, deciding to unpack a few of the remaining boxes lying around the house to tidy up a bit. It’s an attempt at trying to keep yourself busy while waiting for Satoru to get home from a "hard" day of teaching, though after a while you notice it seems to be taking a little longer today than normal. It’s not long before you get tired of emptying boxes and opts for putting on a tv show to past the time instead. Half an hour later the click of the front doors lock and the footsteps of Satoru's boots pulls away your attention from the show you put on. "I'm home," He shouts in a sing-song tone. "and I got something for us!" Closing the door behind him and taking his time to take his shoes off. You lunge off the couch and walk through the living room/kitchen to where the main entrance of your newly shared home is.

"Hi baby. Whatchu get?" You try getting on your tippy-toes to look around his frontside. He was attempting to hide something in his jacket but wasn’t doing a very good job as he was revealing the surprise to anyone in front of him. Satoru giggles, doing his best to not just show the cute kitten he's got on his detour to his lover. "Hey!" dragging out the 'y' when he still doesn’t show you what he's hiding. "Show me already Satoru!" You grab onto his sleeve, starting a small tug of war with him and his arm. Finally you pull him to face your direction with all your might, all he says is a quick 'tada' before presenting the small orange kitten to you in his large hands. "Oh my god.." Your jaw drops for a moment. Before you can register what's going on you're grabbing the kitten out of Satoru's hands.

"Be careful!" He jokes.

"I know. Oh my god Toru. I can't believe this! I've literally been wanting an orange cat for so long!" The smile on your face is more than worth it to Satoru.

"The worker said that this was one of their favorite cats in the store and she's such a little cuddle bug." Satoru laughs at the employees words, enjoying the view of the new responsibility. "She was climbing all over me on the walk home. She's a cutie, just like you sweetie."

"Aww. Really? That's so cute!" Your smiling so hard its starting to hurt but your certain your already in love with this kitten Satoru got. "I love her!" Cuddling the kitten up to your face you feel her purring lightly. Satoru feels a rush of heat flow through him as he watches his girlfriend with the small animal. His smile is also starting to hurt his face but he doesn’t care.

"What should we name it?" Satoru grabs your waist and pulls you into him. He has the perfect view of his girl and his kitty.

"It! Satoru!" You pet the kitten comfortingly as if it understood Satoru's comment. He rolls his eyes, giggling at the face you make and taking the chance to pull you closer. "We should name her.. hmm" You look down at the kitten to see if it'll ignite any ideas in your brain. "How about-"

"How about we name it Suguru?" Satoru chuckles.

"Shut up. We aren't naming her Suguru." You roll your eyes which only making Satoru laugh larger. "We need to pick a cute name, not our dead best friends babe." He juts out his bottom lip. He looks so cute that it makes you laugh. Your laugh always makes Satoru's heart do cartwheels, it makes him feel lightheaded knowing that he's the one making you laugh or smile. He drops his head to your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. The kitten puts its small paws on his face, causing another cute laugh from you. "Aww, you look so cute together." He smiles at your comment, bringing one hand up from your waist to pet the kitten. "Let's name her Honey. Because her furs the color of honey, and she's super sweet." There's no response, you only feel Satoru nod and his hair tickling you from in your neck. You're sure you haven't dropped the smile from your face since Satoru walked through the door. Who would have guess he would have gotten you the kitten you've been wanting to get yourself for years. You always put it off due to work, worried that you wouldn't be home enough to actually take care of a kitten. Now with Satoru around it will be much easier to raise an animal. His warm breath against your neck and collar bones is relaxing, and the view of him petting and admiring your new kitten is causing butterflies in your stomach. You let out a satisfied hum as it seems life could never be better than it is now. Finally moving in with your long-term boyfriend, having a beautiful home, a stable job, and now a new pet to top it off. It truly feels like you are starting a family with Satoru after all these years..

Would y'all be interested in a part 2?

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hoenoredone · 8 months

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH – nanami kento

a/n: sorry for the inactivity, exams have been kicking my ass

contents: nanami is starting to get old. he used to be able to withstand nights of drinking until he passed out and the subsequent work day, but now the a/c gives him a cold. tags: sfw, enstablished relationship, married au, non sorcerer au, fem!reader, talks of snot and fever, unbelievably self indulgent.

unbelievable. un-believable. you knew something was wrong when nanami had made himself a cup of chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey the night before. he had told you he was just tired from work, but – realistically – who wants to have hot tea in the middle of july? he had been clearig his throat way too often before going to bed, and he looked like he was struggling to swallow whatever food you offered.

after years of marriage you knew better than to ask him about it, he'd only deny feeling unwell. so you do the next best thing: slip him a tablet for his sore throat with the usual vitamins he takes every night. he fell asleep almost instantly, his body already tired from fighting off the illness. he unintentionally woke you up at around 4am from blowing his nose a little too hard, causing him to cough into the tissue.

he struggled to fall asleep again after that, tossing and turning every couple of minutes, no doubt from not being able to breathe properly. it's in that precise moment (5:33am) when you decide that he's taking the day off tomorrow. he's an icredibly responsible worker, he has more than enough sick days accumulated to be able to use at least one.

you wake up before him – miraculously, considering how little sleep you got – and make him some breakfast as quietly as possible. you decided not to turn off his alarm clock because you knew he would not listen to you and simply rush straight to work if you had done that. so you opt to set the table and place the freshly squeezed orange and ginger juice next to his green tea and a bowl of honey-banana oatmeal.

you hear the familiar beeping of the alarm clock as you're pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and patiently wait for your husband to come into the kitchen. you must be lost in thought because you almost don't notie him until he rests his head on your shoulder and tries to stifle a cough.

"morning," he groggily says.

"sweetheart," you coo while turning to face him, "did you have trouble sleeping? i heard you coughing at some point. here," you place your coffee down on the counter and raise your hand to his forehead, "let me see."

you almost gasp at the heaviness of his eyelids and the unusual warmth of his forehead.

"kento, you look ill," and he knows you're serious, you never call him by his name.

"i feel fine," he tries, but he knows that it's useless. he doesn't feel too bad, just congested. and he has a headache. and his throat is killing him. he can power through.

"have some breakfast and go back to bed, i'll text your boss and bring you some medicine after," he can't even protest, the thought of having to get ready and go into that cold, cold office where his cubicle is inches away from the a/c sending chills down his spine. not like his protests would matter much, regardless, as you're already sprinting to his phone. so he sits down, alternates between sipping his tea and the juice you had made him (the ginger burns his throat but he forces himself to swallow). he tries to eat most of the oatmeal but his stomach just doesn't agree with him, so he leaves a little less than half of it in the bowl.

he's a good man, tidies up after himself even when oh so horribly sick, and goes back to bed. once you hear the rustling of the covers you know you've succeded. you exit the bathroom, a smidge of eye cream unblended on your cheek, and hand him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. you make sure he has enough tissues by the bed and leave him a bottle of cough syrup and a spoon on his nightstand. you tuck the comforter all the way up his chin and grab some clothes to get ready for work.

once you're ready you come back into the bedroom and almost decide to leave without giving him a kiss in fear of disturbing his rest. you opt against that, knowing how unusually whiny your husband gets when he's sick. so you place a gentle hand on his arm and leave a peck on his forehead.

"i'll try to be back for lunch," you whisper, "but if i don't make it there should be some leftovers in the fridge if you feel up to it."

he groans in response as you make your way to your shoe rack, a barely audible "love you" from him painting a smile on your lips as you quietly close the door.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

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lazyjellyfish300 · 3 months

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Breakfast for dinner🥞🌃

Miguel O'Hara x Reader s/o

Another Miguel fluff drabble for funsies to fuel the delulu idk. 🫶🏾🫠 Slightly suggestive. I say reader implying gender neutral but he does use "princess" as a term of endearment at the end, just a heads up.

Word count: 468 ish

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You guys went to your favorite 24 hour diner at 10 pm for breakfast, because why not. You ordered a hot cocoa with whipped cream and an orange juice because you couldn't decide. You pounded your straw on the table, allowing the flimsy white wrapper to come down about halfway. Miguel was sipping his coffee (which he always drank black, by the way) glancing down at the faded, water stained menu with blurry pictures.

The corners of your mouth turned up into a smirk when you put the straw between your lips, with the wrapper still rolled down halfway, aimed it, and blew sharply, launching it right into the middle of Miguel's unsuspecting forehead.

The look on his face when the wrapper smacked him made you bust into maniacal laughter, turning red and causing a couple patrons to give you the side eye, your waitress at the bar across the room raising an eyebrow as she wiped the counter, wondering what the punchline was.

"You-y-you..... pffftttttttt" *wheeze*

You couldn't get it together.

You got humbled real quick when another straw wrapper pelted you right in the kisser from across the table. Miguel looked at you with a fresh straw still in his hand with a little smirk.

"Don't start with me, because I'll just give it right back to you."

You give him a playful kick under the table.

"Ruuude!" you say in a fake offended voice.

Miguel grabs your foot and starts to tickle up your legs.

"Babe NO! ACK-!" your cheeks burn and you cackle even more, trying and failing to shoo him off with your free leg while he chuckles at your flustered reaction.

Needless to say, other diners looked at you crazy. Get those two a room.

"You're a menace." He says teasingly to you as he takes another sip of coffee.

"A cute menace." You correct him, sipping your orange juice.

"Mhmmm just wait til we get home." He says in a low voice as the waitress brings your food.

A hearty omelette for him with hashbrowns and a stack of strawberry pancakes for you. "I'm gonna devour this omelette, then I'll devour you. This is just an appetizer."

"Christ, babe!" You look embarrassed, hoping the waitress didn't hear that. Once she leaves, you shake your head at him. "We seriously can't go anywhere together."

"This was your idea." He scoffs playfully.

"Well next time, tell me no!"

He looks at you as though to say be fucking for real.

"You hate when I tell you no."

You get a smug look on your face. "You right....well, you spoil me too much! Not my fault. You created this monster." You smile like a chipmunk with your cheeks full of pancakes.

Miguel shakes his head and points his fork at you with a little smile. "Eat your damn pancakes, princess. We got all night after this."

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#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #spotify #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fluff #Spotify

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explosionkaboom · 24 days

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"Hungover with video games"🥞‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Jack Hughes

Jack Hughes fluff. Y/N=Your Name, N/n= Nick Name, Y/F/MK/C= Your Favorite Mario Kart Character

Word Count: 704

Jack Hughes/New Jersey Devils

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the night before you have had a bit to much to drink, so you had laid on the bed with a hangover and headache not bothering to get up or shower not even brush your teeth. Looking to the side to see Jack was gone, maybe at practice or with his brother, you didn't know, you just needed pain killers, but the scent of pancakes filled your nostrils making you drool the tiniest bit. You slowly got out of bed a bit wobbly but managed to walk down the hallway into the kitchen to see Jack standing next to the counter with pancakes cooking, while he was scrolling through Instagram.

you decided to sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist earning a little laugh and "Morning N/n", you chuckled looking at the stove "Morning" your voice scratchy and low. You looked up to Jack hugging him lightly eating a strawberry from the plate. "I do have practice later but I think Quinn and Luke might come over" Jack said going to flip the pancakes and taking out the whip cream, "that's good we could all hangout and play some games" you said going over to the fridge to pour 2 glasses of orange juice for yourself and Jack and setting them on the island. "maybe watch a movie or play some games" Jack commented placing the pancakes on plates and setting them next to the glasses of orange juice. You and Jack ate every last bite of pancakes and every last sip of orange juice.

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"Can we please head back to bed, I just want it to be me and you and to get rid of this headache" Y/n complained seeing Jack get up and taking both your and his plates to the sink "later you know i have practice" Jack said looking at his phone seeing the message from his brothers "well they can't make it, Quinn's stuck in Vancouver for practice and games and Luke is busy with practice, same with me, that reminds me i should get ready" Jack said heading to the room to get changed for hockey practice, you soon followed him into the room and getting back into bed whining about your headache. "I'll be back later and just take some pain killers, I Love you" Jack said kissing your forehead and leaving, and leaving you alone to sit and sulk with your headache. Time had passed and Jack returned with sweat on his face, "please Jack come join me in bed already" you said "I will just let me take a shower first!" Jack said putting his gear in the closet and grabbing his towel and heading to the bathroom and turning the water on, you on the other hand were being an Ass and also being clingy, you just wanted to lay in bed with your boyfriend and sleep or play some games, so you head into the living room to get the Nintendo switch and some chips, Jack had already come out of the shower in just sweat pants and was sitting on the bed, "can we at least play some games before bed?" you whined handing Jack the chips and placing the switch in the dock "Fine but were gonna play Mario kart 8" Jack said all that came out of your mouth was "Fine but I'm gonna be Y/F/MK/C" you said grabbing the switch joy con and pressing the character while Jack was Mario. An hour had passed and Jack was winning most of the laps, but alas your headache got the best of you and you had fallen asleep on Jack's shoulder. Once Jack noticed her had went to put the switch away and put you under the cover, kissing you on the forehead, "Night Y/n" Jack said laying his head on your chest

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I had taken no effort but lots of time to put detail into this, it had taken me a week to finish this mainly just dealing with school. but this is for practice this story.

#hockey #nhl #nhl players #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes blurb

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anfie-in-the-box · 4 months

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X-tra Dark Cream third anniversary

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I never mentioned it, never even payed it any attention, but the universe decided to remind me that one of my beloved works turns three on the twenty third of December. I don't celebrate any holidays at all, but sometimes I like to use them as a deadline that's not really strict and write something for my followers, and this time especially for @orange-dreamzer. Hope you enjoy!

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It's fun to decorate the coffee shop for some local festivities, especially with a good company. There's five of them — Nightmare, Killer, Dream, Cross, and Ccino himself. They work faster together, even with the cats getting in the way and all of Ccino's helpers having no clue where to put what. He ends up directing them more than actually decorating, but he doesn't mind; it's new, but not a bad kind of new. He used to be the one helping… But the past is in the past. He has a family now — something he'd never dreamed of, not since his hopeless, dangerous love for still corrupted Nightmare bloomed. That's also in the past. Ccino's better now. All of them are.

“Cross, I need you to put these lanterns above the door outside and a few inside as well. Do you mind me using blue magic on you?” Ccino says, getting the lanterns from yet another box. When Cross takes the lanterns and nods in confirmation, Ccino closes his sockets for a second, deeply breathes in and out, and then pulls. It's been a while since he had to use blue magic. Cross’ soul feels weird, part-human and part… something else, something more than soul traits, something that allows Cross to alter reality. Ccino doesn't understand that power, not even grasping the basics, but he thinks that's okay.

While lifting Cross higher, Ccino calls, “Dream, please place the origami I prepared on the tables. Be careful not to wrinkle them, alright?”

Dream asks anxiously from behind, “Are you sure I should be doing this? I'm not used to handling delicate things…”

Ccino can't help but soften. The curse has done a lot of harm to both twins, and it's crucial to remember that they don't realise just how loveable and reliable they are. If only they learned to love and trust themselves… But Ccino will support his family all the way. So he smiles, even though Dream can't see it — he can feel it, though, — and says with all the warmth and attentiveness in the world, “I have every confidence in you, Dream. Just try and put a few in their places, and then, if it doesn't work, I'll ask Nightmare. Okay?”

Dream hums an insecure “Okay,” and there's that. Ccino smiles and redirects Cross closer to the middle of the room.

“There are hooks everywhere,” Cross notices. “Are they for the lanterns?”

Am I doing this right? He doesn't ask, but Ccino understands nonetheless. He replies, “Well, yes. And for Christmas lights and tinsel, for example. All sorts of decorations.”

“How'd you do all this before?” Nightmare asks curiously. “Without someone to use magic on to put everything on the ceiling? I know you love this place, both Dream and I can feel it. But how?”

“I have a ladder,” Ccino admits. “But it's much easier and safer to use magic now that you're all here. Cats don't get in the way at all. Do they, Cross?”

“They certainly can try,” Cross laughs. “Your blue magic is so gentle, you know? I was trained to be precise and effective, as a Royal Guard. To feel how different it can be… It's eye-opening.”

“Thanks for trusting me,” Ccino says. Dream adds from behind, “Thank you for your care.”

“Hey! Can someone come see this?” Killer calls suddenly from behind the counter; some time ago, he asked several questions about the festivities and hid with his favourite knife.

“What have you got?” Nightmare responds, and then Ccino replies at the exact same moment, “A few more lanterns!” They don't apologise for interrupting each other, laughing instead. Barely a few seconds later Ccino hears Nightmare gasp in awe.

“Didn't you see what I was doing? It's just a look over my shoulder, and you'd see it!”

Yeah, Nightmare and Killer are both behind the counter, but while Nightmare uses his impeccable penmanship to write well wishes on sticky notes and put them on the cups, Killer has promised a surprise.

“Well,” Nightmare replies in a patient tone, “You asked for privacy, so I gave that to you. Besides, I have my own task to do.”

Killer makes a noise in half-embarrassment half-gratitude. “It's ready. Now you can see.”

Cross calls, “Hey Ccino, all done.” He puts him on the floor instantly, though carefully as usual, and together with Dream they all go to see what Killer has for them.

It's wooden figures of different animals, so small they'd fit in the palm, yet finely detailed, so beautiful it takes Ccino's breath away. “How long have you been working on these?..” he whispers, afraid to ruin the moment — or the miniature figures. Killer shrugs and waves his hand, “Since you explained to us how this whole festivities thing works.”

Ccino's eye-sockets begin watering. He feels… happy. So very happy, and so very loved. He hugs Killer, murmuring, “Thank you.”

“I didn't know you could carve,” Nightmare admits.

Petting Ccino's head, Killer explains, “Didn't really come up. It's a hobby for the times my LV acts up. Turned out to be useful now.”

“I'm so proud and so grateful. This is amazing. You are amazing, Killer!”

“I agree with Ccino. Very clever,” Nightmare adds, just a little bit stiffly, and for once Ccino doesn't hear any guilt in his voice. Only serenity and love.

“So we did it, right?” Dream asks. “How about a small celebration?”

“Excellent suggestion!” Ccino exclaims, reluctantly letting Killer go. “You go sit, I'll handle the rest!”

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“Tea? Coffee? Or a dance?” Ccino offers half-jokingly.

“Can I have more than one option?” Killer perks. Ccino nods seriously, “I don't see why not.” His hands tremble slightly, and he feels the heat of extra magic under his cheek bones. What's this impossible skeleton up to this time?

“Well then, I'd like to order a dance and a cup of my favourite herbal tea right after.”

Oh. Ccino's never danced in his life; maybe as a kid, but he barely remembers his childhood, so there's that. There's also not that much space between tables and chairs. Yet he can't refuse, and takes Killer's hand, lowering another on Killer's shoulder as if they are waltzing. He quickly realises they're doing exactly that, just in one place, not moving around.

“Shall we also give it a try?” Cross suggests.

Dream hesitates, “But Nightmare would be left alone…”

“That's not true,” Nightmare interrupts. “I'm still here with you, all of you, peaceful and content for once.”

Ccino can't help but agree. And then Cross and Dream join Killer and him, waltzing between a different set of tables.

Tomorrow's festivities have nothing on this lovely, so very lovely night.

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Credits

Ccino © black-nyanko

Nightmare and Dream © jokublog

Shattered Dream © galacii-gallery

Cross © jakei95

Killer © rahafwabas

Dark Cream © @zu-is-here

X-tra Dark Cream © me (anfie / anfie-in-the-box)

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Notes

Is this canon in the actual Turns, twists, and paradoxes? Is the curse finally lifted? Is Fluffynightkiller a thing already? So many questions, so little answers!.. I would love to hear your thoughts.

Also, this piece started from Ccino's phrase "Tea? Coffee? Or a dance?" and then grew both backwards and forwards. In Russian it's "Чай? Кофе? Потанцуем?", which my relatives and I use rather often.

#anfie writes #x-tra dark cream #ccino!sans #cross!sans #dream!sans #shattered!dream #passive!nightmare #killer!sans

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elinoracia · 10 months

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🕷🕸 MY SPIDERSONA // Tarentule 🕸🕷

→ Let me introduce you to my Spidersona: Tarentule!

Ref sheet + infos :

● Spider-name: Tarantula (in english) // Tarentule (in french) // Tarantel (in german) ● Universe: Earth-9 // Switzerland ● Full name: Paloma Pey ● Age: Between 20 and 25 ● Love interest(s): Garson Stein or Mateo-James Wagner (love triangle) // Miguel O'hara (after being recruited) ● Job outside of superhero activities: Receptionnist

If you want to know more about her ↓

Personality, appearance and more :

● Friends: She is usually very shy and doesn't have many friends. But her best friend is Neon-Spider (oc/spidersona who belongs to luma_oku on instagram). She met her at the Spider Society (Earth-928B) after being recruited by Miguel O'hara. She also became friends with Pavitr Prabhakar and Miles Morales. ● Canon events: Being bitten by a radioactive tarentula, The death of her first best friend (Diana Dixon), the loss of her mother and the death of her second love interest (Garson Stein) because she couldn't save him. ● Personality: She used to be very bubbly and social but the death of her best friend (Diana Dixon) changed this aspect of her character. She is now quite scared to form meaningful bonds with people and is very shy and anxious around anyone who tries to talk to her. She still likes to crack some stupid jokes sometimes (only when she wears the mask). However, with her few close friends, she is very sweet and affectionate. ● Appearance: She has long brown hair with greenish hazel eyes. She is 5'6 (167 cm). She has a beauty mark under both of her eyes. ● Likes: The color pink, her family (father, sister and brother), cats, spicy food, shrimps and ice creams. ● Dislikes: Feeling anxious, loneliness, the color orange, celery, very loud noises and agressive people.

What inspired her design and spider-suit :

● Black cat: She was my main inspiration because I just love her vibe so much. ● Black/Venom spidersuit: I actually bought this suit (not me in the picture) and I wore it to multiple conventions so it just reminds me good memories. ● Fluffy fashion: I am obsessed with fluffy/fuzzy clothes. So cute. ● Black tarentula: She is just so massive and pretty. Love her :) ● Me: Yes! The last inspiration for my Spidersona is me! (✿◡‿◡) Anyone can wear the mask so I decided to strongly base this oc on me and how I actually look like!

Fun facts about Tarentule :

● She absolutely hates the color orange. She feels nauseous just by looking at a bright orange color. ● She paints on her free time! She mostly paints landscapes because everytime she tries to paint people it ends up not good enough. ● Since she was 18, she was really close to two boys. Garson Stein or Mateo-James Wagner. While Mateo and her were on and off, she fell in love with Garson. She had to choose between the two boys. In the end, she put an end to her on and off relationship with Mateo to be with Garson. He then died after an attack of the Green Goblin. ● When she was personally recruited by Miguel, she eventually grew closer to him. She was always trying her best on missions to impress him and make him notice her. She learnt to love again after everything she went through even if Miguel's feelings towards her are still unknown. ● Her favorite song is "Can't help falling in love with you" by Elvis Presley. ● She is almost like a big sister to Miles. She always tries to make him feel better and to give him advice. She sees herself in him and that's why she wants to support him as much as possible and not make him feel like the outcast.

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fruity-cryptid · 9 months

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Okay so, I forced my boyfriend to watch good omens with me and he decided to write some small headcanons and he was okay with me sharing some soooo yea, I also put some of my own hcs warning season 2 spoilers

Crowley:

Genderfluid / Gay / Any pronouns

Used to smoke a lot to cope but Aziraphale helped him quit, though he started to smoke again after the kiss, he also drinks a lot more to try and cope

Normally doesn't cry but after the events with Aziraphale in season 2 he cries more often and easily

Doberman type of partner

Not a huge fan of Taylor Swift but really likes the reputation album + anti-hero

Wears cropped shirts sometimes

Has bad separation anxiety

Didn't talk about his emotions much until after he met Aziraphale + he mainly talks to Aziraphale about his emotions

Repeatedly listens to The World We Knew by Frank Sinatra and cries

Would often go to spots he and Aziraphale would hang around and just think

Had a slight punk phase in the 90s

Nail biter, especially when anxious

Rants to Nina often about what happened

Wears eyeliner ( my hc)

Hated himself for kissing Aziraphale like how he did since he always wanted their kiss to be perfect but now he ruined it ( my hc)

Secretly loved Aziraphales magician costume (my hc)

The Bentley sometimes gets small yellow bits and he just leaves it (my hc)

Is very jealous of Beelzebub and Gabriel but tries to hide it (my hc)

Sees Muriel as their own child and teaches them about earth (my hc)

Aziraphale:

Agender / Gay / He/They

Huge fan of Taylor Swift, Queen, and The Cardigans

Loves baked goods and is a huge fan of baking shows

Orange cat type of partner

Loves the nickname 'Angel'

He truly loved Crowley back but doesn't' want to admit it due to deep religious trauma

Is a huge people pleaser and was bullied often in heaven

Terrible at making decisions

Eats ice cream when sad

Really regrets leaving Crowley and wants to go back

Most of his decisions made are heavily based on what he thinks Crowley would have wanted hoping somehow Crowley would find out

Very oblivious

Whenever he'd go back to earth and saw black, grey, or red things he would immediately tear up and stare at said object

Hates working in heaven since its too empty ( my hc)

Sometimes gets angels to check in on Crowley (my hc)

His personality becomes much duller in heaven ( my hc)

Hates himself for the fact he didn't kiss Crowley back (my hc)

Beelzebub:

Nonbinary / Pansexual / They/Them, Zi/Zer

Black cat type of partner

Has body dysmorphia

Dresses gender neutral, masc, and fem

Fell for Gabriel almost immediately

Listens to Everyday by Buddy Holly all the time and never gets sick of it

Loves their flies like they were their children

Can't spell for shit

Loves causing drama

Still keeps in touch with Crowley who introduced them to Muriel who quickly grew on them ( Gabriel and Beelzebub become like uncle figures to Muriel since they Crowley is like a parent to them )

Hates hugs except from Gabriel and Muriel ( sometimes )

Eventually tried food and grew a liking towards it, very frequently watched cooking shows ( my hc )

Loves nicknames and comes up with new ones for Gabriel constantly; my sweet, dear, angel, etc (my hc)

Them and Gabriel have a garden together filled with plants that attract flies and just flowers Gabriel finds pretty ( my hc )

Has anger issues ( my hc)

Gabriel:

Trans (FTM) / Gay / He/Him

Loves plushies and owns tons

Also has anger issues but Beelzebub helps him with it

Loves hot coca

Can't be trusted in a kitchen whatsoever so Beelzebub does most of the cooking

Loves cuddling and often clings to Beelzebub

Loves knitted sweaters

He and Beelzebub moved into an apartment on earth

Loves Marvel

His memory is still sometimes slightly foggy and he has trouble remembering things (my hc)

He found out he loves sleeping and takes naps often ( my hc)

Takes Beelzebub on dates often to pubs and cafes ( my hc)

Huge fan of romantics ( my hc)

Goes hot coca tasting with Muriel and Beelzebub sometimes (my hc)

Muriel:

Non Binary / Bisexual / They/Them

Really enjoys Beebadoobee, Mac Demarco, and The Neighborhood

Knits and crochets

Has trauma and is also a people pleaser

Would be shocked if people found them cool

Certain things on earth interest them that most people don't care for

Loves sweet things such as chocolate chip cookies, hot coca, and tea with absurd amounts of honey and sugar

Loves hugs

Was glad to befriend Beelzebub and sees them and like an cool uncle type figure

Becomes close with Nina and Maggie over time and often visits the coffee shop to help out ( my hc )

Somehow meets Eric the disposable demon and forms a quick friendship over how they both feel out of place ( my hc )

Adores the rain ( my hc)

Stargazes with Crowley who tells them about the different constellations (my hc)

Loves ducks like Crowley and goes with him to the park to feed ducks (my hc)

Likes painting Crowley's nails, they painted them yellow one time and it made Crowley cry bc it reminded him of when Aziraphale turned the Bentley yellow (my hc )

Loves learning about different emotions and especially loves the concept of love (my hc)

Eric The Disposable Demon (mainly my headcanons):

Demi-Boy/ Bisexual / They/He

Loves avocado toast

Loves smokey eye makeup looks

Is terrified of Crowley but also looks up to him (my hc)

Finds Muriel very pretty but doesn't feel worthy of being near them sometimes since they're so angelic and hes a demon (my hc)

They like to buy Muriel sweets anytime he visits them (my hc)

Very traumatised and is used to throwing himself towards danger (my hc)

Bonds with Muriel at the same park that Crowley and Aziraphale goes to (my hc)

Asks Crowley for advice sometimes on how to get closer to Muriel (my hc)

Nina:

Female / Lesbian / She/Her

Loves doing latte art

Makes tiktoks sometimes of herself making drinks or doing latte art, mostly to promote the cafe but also for her own enjoyment

Loves 70's and 80's music

Loves ABBA

Her ex partner made her worry over unimportant things constantly

Was sad but relieved when her ex partner broke up with her

Listens to music while cleaning

Black cat type of partner

Watched Stranger Things

Loves halloween and fall

Loves horror movies ( my hc)

Eventually warmed up to Muriel and gives them free food and drinks sometimes since they help around the cafe ( my hc)

Feeds stray cats that live near the cafe (my hc)

Maggie:

Female / Lesbian / She/Her

Loves flowers

Summer is her favourite season

Likes pop music

Golden retriever type partner

Loves sitcoms

Has crocheted stuffies

Has tons of records and plants at home

Goes to the cafe all the time to see Nina

Has a great skin care routine

Loves cats

She taught Crowley about eyeliner and helped him learn to apply it ( my hc)

She loves Muriel and teaches them about different musicians ( my hc)

Really likes Taylor Swift (my hc)

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jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby · 11 months

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Hi!

I love the character of Rusty Nail (especially his height and voice 😏) but I'm sad that there aren't enough fanfics or headcanons about him. So I was wondering…

Can you write Rusty x female!reader where they are both in a restaurant for a break but Rusty has to leave for a while (to smoke or go to the bathroom), leaving Reader alone. A guy takes advantage of the fact that she's alone to go and hit on her and when Rusty comes back, there's a big misunderstanding, thinking that Reader is receptive to the guy's advances when she just wants him to leave her alone. Rusty messes with the guy by showing that Reader is his which pisses her off and she decides to leave, leaving Rusty inside. She waits in an alley to cool off from what just happened and Rusty ends up finding her. If writing smut doesn't bother you, maybe add that he wants to make it up to her and give her a good time, not caring that he's in an alley and might get caught (Bonus idea, he can bite or give Reader hickeys where she can't hide them to show she already has someone?)

I hope this is to your liking darling anonymous…

Warnings. Smut!smut!smut!!..biting, blood, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cream pie. Rusty being rusty.

No minors please..or else I’ll tell you momma.

Sitting in the booth..I take a sip of my orange juice. Glancing at Rusty I see him staring at me. He smirks before leaning across the table and tucking my hair behind my ear. I feel my face heat up, no matter how long we’ve been together he still manages to make me blush..he takes my hand and holds it under his. My other hand is fiddlin with my dress.

He takes a sip of his coffee before grabbing my fork and taking a bite of my waffles. I swat his shoulder and he chuckles. He fixes his hat before standing, he kisses my head before saying “I’m going out for a smoke…I’ll be back” I nod and smile before taking a bite of my waffles and looking as he walks out front. I watch through the window and he pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

He taps on the window. I laugh and wave at him as he points over his shoulder..I nod. Watching as he walks a bit further smoking.

I don’t realise that there is a man approaching me. Feeling a tap on my shoulder I turn around and am meet with the sight of a young man. Furrowing my brows as the man leers at me. “Can I help you?” I watch as the guy smirks. “Yeah tell me what’s a cute thing like you doing with a guy like that?” Rolling my eyes I turn my head away from him

Grabbing my face he turns my head towards him. I slap his hand off me. “Don’t touch me…” he smirks and goes to touch me again but a hand grabs his hand. The man yelps, I look up and see rusty glaring at him.

“Keep your hands to yourself boy..” Rusty practically growls. I clench my thighs together gazing at the scene before me. The man hisses in pain as rusty squeezes. Standing up I lay my hand on his shoulder..”rusty, I’m ok let go…so we can leave” he turns his gaze to me before speaking. “I’ll deal with you later….” I frown, rusty might break this guy's no hand.

I try again to pull him away, Rusty turns to me shoving the guy away. He pulls me into a bruising kiss, I feel my face heat up and I slap his chest. Pulling away from the kiss I glare. “What the hell rusty…” I shove him away before grabbing my purse and storming out of the diner.

Walking on the sidewalk I hug my arms. Hearing Rusty shouting my name but I ignore him. I’ve walk quite the distance..I can no longer see the diner.I turn down an alleyway and lean against the wall. Rubbing my face in my face I sigh. “Fucking hell…” I bend down rubbing my ankle. It’s sore from walking.

Hearing my name be shouted I look up and see Rusty walking down the alleyway. “The hell sweetheart..?” I glare at him and stand up straight. “I should be saying that to you!!” He tilts his head before walking towards me leaning over me.

“It’s dangerous out here…you shouldn’t be out by yourself” I huff and roll my eyes. Grabbing my chin he makes me look up at him.

“We’ll after the show you put on in there i have a right to be mad…im not a toy..to be shown off” he frowns before pulling me into a kiss he growls pulling my hips closer to him. “I was only mad cause..I thought you might’ve been flirting back” it’s my turn to frown.

He slowly brings me back into the kiss. I slowly slide my hand up his chest and wrap them around his neck. He grins into the kiss before his hands find there way up my dress and slides it up my legs. Feeling my face heat up I slowly push away. “Um what if someone sees” I ask looking up at him. “I’ll deal with them after I take care of you” I lean my head on his shoulder hiding my flushed face.

Gasping as I'm suddenly picked off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist. He smirks before leaning down and kissing down my neck. Sucking on the sensitive skin. I gasp slowly sliding my hands up his neck into his hair. Knocking his hat onto the ground.

“Relax darlin..m’gonna take care of you” he mutters into my neck before sliding the sleeve of my dress off my shoulder, lavishing my skin with kisses. His hand slide up to my waist pushing me harder into the wall.

“O-oh..” I moan softly when he presses his clothed crotch into mine. He leans down and presses kisses onto the tops of my breasts slowly his hand reaches up and pulls the top of my dress down revealing my breasts. He grins before taking one of my breasts into his mouth. Gasping, I grab the back of his head.

His hand glides over my panties pressing into the little wet spot forming..causing a squelch. Turning my head away in embarrassment. Pressing my panties to the side he presses his fingers softly into my clit. I gasp and squeeze my thighs.

“Aww come one baby….spread your legs f’me” i open my legs further. He grins before sliding two fingers into me. I gasp and arch my back, he leans down kissed me, the hand on my waist squeezes.

He pulls his fingers out slowly before thrusting them back in aggressively. Gasping in shock I throw my head back. “O-oh rusty..p-please” his nose drags up my neck..taking in my scent, before smirking “what is it sweetheart…gotta ask nicely” I gulp and try to form a sentence but his pace he sets with his fingers..is so fast. I can hear the wet noises coming for me. “P-please…I-I want..it..” I moan loudly. “Want what baby come on…speak up”

Throwing my hands around him I hug him close to me pressing my mouth against his ear. “Please…fuck m-me” his finger slowly stop before pulling out. He grins, bringing his fingers towards his mouth. Sucking my juices off his fingers he groans. “You always taste so good…but I’ll give you what you want”

My hands reach down to take his belt off, struggling I hiss. Chuckling he helps me take his belt off. He pulls down his boxers taking his cock out. I stare down as he slides his cock up my pussy. I moan when I feel him slowly slide into me.

“Fucking hell….pussy all mine yeah?” I nod and he grabs my face, and makes me look up at him. “Answer me..all mine?” I gasp as I feel his harsh thrusts, he slaps my thigh when I don’t respond to lost in pleasure. “Y-yes..all yours” he grins leaning down and sucking on the skin below my jaw. He slams his hips into mine. I feel the drag of his cock, he presses me harder into the wall.

Grabbing my neck lightly he holds me and his bruising pace continues. His hand that was holding my neck slides down my body and lightly rubs my clit. I gasp and tighten my legs around his waist. He pulls his cock out leaving the tip in before slamming back into me. Gasping, I threw my head back.

“Ya gonna come all over my cock” I nod and grip his jacket he pulls me into a kiss and slides his tongue into my mouth. Moaning into his mouth his thrusts don’t falter one bit. Biting his shoulder I come around his cock. He hissed when he feels me tighten around him.

“Good job baby…now hold tight” I nod slowly before he holds my thighs and thrusts faster into me. Groaning he bites into my neck drawing a bit of blood.I whine from being too sensitive. I gasp and tighten around him once more. He grins before his hand supports himself on the wall beside my head. He groans before spilling into me.

Huffing beside my ear he looks down at my dishevelled form. He notes the bruising starting to form on my neck and shoulders. Leaning down he licks the blood on my neck.

“You ok baby?” He asks as he slowly sets me back on the ground. I nod and wobble a bit, he slides my panties back into place. Not before using his fingers to push his come back into me. Whining I swatted him, he chuckled , picking his hat up off the ground.

“Let’s get you back to the truck, so you can sleep” he slides his hand down my back before carrying me. I lean my head on his shoulder sighing softly. My worn out body lays against his chest. “S’ok baby…you did so good” I feel my eyes slowly close from exhaustion.

Once arriving back to the truck he puts me into the passenger seat and buckles me in before laying a kiss onto my head. He chuckled before brushing my hair out of my face. He gets into the driver seat before looking back at my sleeping form. A small smile formed on his face.

Only thought left on his mind…what to do with that asshole who had the audacity to try and take what’s his…he might have some ideas.

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Summary: The one where you want your stepdad, Harry, to take your virginity. 2.9k words

A/N: This was reader requested from @ky-harlow-bieber - thank you for the idea!

Warning: Stepdad!harry - dark content ahead - DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF THING. Smut, barely any plot - just filth, losing one's virginity, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter, breeding kink, cheating, cream pie (not proofread)

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Harry tried not to look at you, his stepdaughter with lust but you made it so hard for him. It was like you were trying to get his attention. Tonight was no different. Your mother had been called away for work and it was just you and Harry now. And Harry was not being sneaky about the way he was watching you. He thought he was, but you saw it.

You didn't really know how to control yourself around Harry to be honest. He was absolutely sexy for an older man and sometimes you'd catch him looking at you. He tried playing it off but you saw it with your own eyes. Even though you were completely inexperienced, had never had sex before, you understood what it meant when he looked at you the way he did.

When your mom was around, this wasn't an issue. But when she left for work and it was just you and Harry, you started acting up a little. Just to see what he'd do. Today, you chose to wear only cheeky boy shorts and a crop top (with no bra) as you pranced to kitchen, passing right by Harry.

You opened the fridge and bent over, swaying your hips back and forth, really giving your stepdad a good show. Harry looked away at first, but your barely covered bum and your soft thighs were begging for a bite.

You pulled the jar of orange juice out of the fridge and spun around, looking at Harry as you lifted the jar to your lips, taking a sip and purposely spilling a little down your chin. You kept your eyes on Harry and wiped your mess then licked your lips.

Harry swallowed and moved passed you to grab a bottle of water. You chuckled and then went into the living room, sitting right in his spot on the couch, and you took the remote to turn the channel.

"I was watching that. Turn it back." Harry stepped into the living room.

"But I really wanted to watch something else. Can we please turn the channel, Dad." You tried keeping a straight face.

Harry shook his head and put his hands on his hips, "Don't call me that."

"Why not? You're my new, Daddy now, right?" You knew you were pushing it. But you couldn't help yourself. You wanted his attention on you.

"Because I'm your stepdad. Just call me Harry. And get up, that's my spot." Harry walked to where you were sitting on the couch and you raised your brows with a frown, "But... I like sitting here. Please?"

"What is with you? Just get up." Harry gestured toward you.

You reluctantly stood from the spot and Harry sat down with a sigh. Then you decided to take it a step further, find out how far you could push Harry. So you sat down right on his lap.

Harry let out a startled gasp, "The fuck? Come on, Y/N. Stop."

"You don't want me to call you Dad, you don't want me to watch anything fun, you don't want me to sit in this spot and now you can't even compromise with me and let me sit in your lap? You're mean, Daddy." You pout and cross your arms but you make no move to get up.

Harry is working through a crisis in his mind and body. His young, very pretty stepdaughter is sitting in his lap and clearly trying to provoke him. And of course you're not even wearing real shorts. They're more like panties than anything else. He doesn't know where to put his hands and even though he's acting like he doesn't want you in his lap, that's a lie. He wants more than to just have you in his lap. But he can't let his mind go there.

You huff and wiggle your bum to settle in over his thighs and get comfortable. He hasn't made you get off of him, but you can tell he's trying to figure out where his hands should go.

"Can I lean back on you? Like this?" You lean into him, your back flush to his front and he grunts.

"Fine, but just this once. No more sitting in my lap after tonight." Harry hesitantly put his arms up and sits them along the tops of your thighs, "S'this okay?" He asks as his palms settle over the top of your thighs, his thumbs skim the soft inner side on each.

You nodded and smiled to yourself. This was going to be fun. You put your hands down over Harry's and shifted a little, spreading your legs apart slightly.

You made it a point to wiggle just a little every now and then and because of this Harry was fighting his body. He was thickening up in his pants just a little, but he was able to keep a full erection at bay with deep breaths and imagining the least sexy things he can conjure up.

That is until you lifted your hips and then gently settled down, your bum pressing right into Harry's sweatpants covered, half-hard cock. You heard him let a deep breath and felt it over your neck. You leaned back in to him again and feel Harry's palms squeeze at your thighs. You could feel Harry's dick grow under your bottom and you gulped at the feel. It was the first time you'd ever felt a penis against your body, even if there were clothes separating you both.

You sat still, not exactly knowing what you should do. Should you provoke him more? What did you want from Harry? You knew Harry was a grown man who had sex with your mother and that idea excited you quite a lot. Did you also want to have sex with Harry? Have him take your virginity? You supposed it could be worse.

You could have some young and inexperienced guy take your virginity but it'd probably be a let down. You figured that when you lose your virginity, you'd like it to be with a man with experience, who could make you come. You were able to make yourself come plenty of times, so you knew you could if it was with the right man. And maybe that was Harry.

You lowered both of your hands down to the couch, next to Harry's thighs and began shifting yourself over him.

"Fuck, Y/n... you need to stop. Fuckk..." Harry was fully erect and engorged at this point. You felt him solid under your ass and you were getting very turned on by the fact that you'd made him like this.

"You don't want it, Daddy?" You spoke softly and turned your head. You couldn't see Harry's face but you could tell by the way he was breathing and how his hands didn't release your thighs, that he didn't really want you to stop.

"Why would I want it from you? You wouldn't know the first thing to do. Wouldn't be able to handle it anyway." Harry scoffed as he spoke into your ear.

You couldn't help when you whined, "I can handle it. Just show me how to and I will." You continued rubbing your bottom over Harry's crotch and you knew you were getting wet already.

Harry closed his eyes for composure and decided it would be your little secret. But just this once. It would never happen again.

Harry applied more pressure to your thigh and rocked himself into you. Your eyes went wide, not fully expecting him to do that and now you wondered if he was about to give in.

"I don't think you can handle me. You don't realize what you're getting yourself into here little girl." Harry's lips moved over the back of your neck, behind your ear as he spoke and you panted at the feel.

"Please..." you whispered out and tried turning but Harry grasped the back of your hair to hold you in place, startling you a bit as he yanked your hair.

"Just remember, you started this." Harry said as he brought one of his hands up your inner thigh to the hem of shorts and because the material was stretchy, easily pushed the fabric to the side and found you not wearing any panties. He tsk'd into your ear.

"What's this? No panties? And you've messed your shorts now." He brought a finger through your slit and you spread your legs wider and watched his finger slide through your wet crease.

You chuckled, "Technically these are panties."

Harry pushed at you so you had to get out of his lap and you turned to look at him in question but then watched as he lowered his sweatpants and pulled his large cock out. He brought his eyes up to you and placed his hands at the waste band of your shorts and pulled them down to your knees. Then he grabbed your hips and pulled you back to sitting on his lap so you were facing the TV like before, only this time you had no panties covering yourself and Harry's hard cock was pressed against your bum now.

You began rubbing and wiggling over him again, wetting his thighs and the underside of his cock from your arousal. You were so turned on that you felt yourself shaking at the anticipation. And Harry could feel you tremble on his lap.

He brought a hand around over your tummy and slid it down so that he was brushing against the very top of your slit, right above where your clit is.

When he finally pressed right over you clit he spoke into your neck, "Ever played with yourself, using this little button here?"

You nodded, "Yes. It's how I make myself come."

Harry let out an unsteady breath and began rubbing circles over you, spreading your slickness around as you rocked yourself into his hand. He was as hard as he'd ever been. He couldn't believe he was doing this with you. But you were practically begging for it.

You let out a moan into the room and your hips were moving in synch with Harry's hand.

"Get yourself off like this first. Then I'm going to fuck you and make you come on my cock when I take your virginity."

You felt so good like this and you began to rock harder, trying to get more friction from Harry's hand so you could come faster but he wouldn't let you come too fast. He wanted to make sure you were nice and ready, wet, and open. And he definitely got you there.

After a torturous 15 minutes of edging you, his fingers softly stroking you and not giving you much friction, he finally began to apply more pressure and let you rock into his hand harder, making you come loudly into the room. Harry had to wrap his free arm around you so you didn't fall out of his lap while you pulsing round nothing.

When you'd caught your breath Harry continued running his fingers through your folds, but he avoided your clit, knowing it was too sensitive. He pressed the pads of two fingers over you entrance, "Gonna finger you for just a little bit so I can make your ready Daddy's cock."

You nodded you head as he pressed into you. Your own fingers weren't as long or thick as Harry's and tampons didn't really count because you didn't use those to masturbate, but otherwise, that was the extent of what you'd ever had in there, and Harry's fingers were by far the longest and thickest thing that you'd taken.

Harry was going feral. He couldn't wait to plunge into you and feel you around him. His cock was being severely neglected at the moment, but he knew relief was just moments away.

Harry continued his thrust into you, and soon, you were ready again. It felt felt good to have him with his breath on your ear and his fingers, shoved into your pussy.

"Please fuck me, Daddy. I'm ready to feel you take my virginity, feel you inside of me."

Harry closed his eyes and slipped his fingers out of you. This was the hottest thing he'd ever done with anyone and the way you were talking to him was right out of a wet dream.

Harry adjusted your hips upward and you turned so you could watch as Harry held the base of his cock and angled it up to your entrance, painting his head through your slick creases.

"Sit over me. There..." Harry let out a breath and held his cock up to you as you moved over him but he watched your face to make sure you were okay. He knew he was thick and quite long so you might need a bit of time and reassurance until you got used to him.

Your jaw dropped open as you kept your eyes on Harry. The feel of him entering you and pushing your inner walls apart was intense. You paused, with wide eyes when you realized he wasn't even halfway inside of you yet.

"S'okay. Take your time. It's big in there, innit?" Harry kept his eyes on you and as you slowly lowered yourself he couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you and so he couldn't help it when he pressed his lips to yours.

He was very gentle with you as you seated yourself on him. You appreciated his soft kisses and it made the moment feel better for you, "I think I'm there now."

Harry groaned and nodded, "Taking me all the way in like a good girl. How does it feel?"

You felt the way he stretched you and filled you and it felt incredible, "So, deep. It feels really good." You could barely speak, your words came out in a breathy whisper.

"Not a virgin anymore. Daddy took it from you." Harry wanted to slam his hips up and dip his cock into you deep and hard but he had to hold himself back since he knew you were so new to this.

"Yeah... you took it. Mmmm..." you began shifting over him and feeling the way his dick pressed into you so deep you were sure he was nudged into your tummy.

Harry put his fingers back over your clit and gently began to work over you again. And then slowly he began pumping up into you as much as he was able to in this position.

You leaned forward slightly and held onto his thighs as you worked yourself over his cock slowly.

With his finger over your clit and his thick cock slipping up and down inside of you, you could hear the noises coming from between you. It was wet and warm, and your arousal was all over Harry's lap and cock.

Harry was feeling quite good himself. Your little virgin cunt wrapped around him so perfectly that he wasn't sure he'd be able to resist you from now on. If you felt this good along with the sweet little moans and whimpers that fell from your mouth, and the way you called him Daddy (it was a bit of a kink of his that he'd been unwilling to let you mom know about just yet - but you called him Daddy without even being prompted) then he knew he'd be sneaking into your room at night to relieve himself of something your mom might not be able to provide.

Harry began to buck into you a bit harder now, and he could tell you were really getting into it, grinding yourself down over his cock and his fingers that ran over your clit. Your breathing got harder and your moans longer.

"Daddddyyy... fuck... it hurts but please don't stop, I'm gonna come..." you whimpered your words out between Harry's deep thrusts.

Harry could tell you were close and he moaned deeply into the room in ecstasy. He needed you to come first so he could feel you squeezing him and then he'd fill up your fertile pussy with his sperm.

"Come on my cock, Y/n. Give it to Daddy..." Harry was losing his mind. You were so slick over him and the way you moved your hips was perfect.

"Yes! Okay!! Oh my goddd..." you felt yourself tremble as your orgasm took over your senses. It was the first time you'd ever taken a cock and the first time to come on one and it was unlike anything you'd ever imagined. You'd always been told your first time will hurt, it won't be any good, you won't come, and the guy will come too fast. But that wasn't this. Harry was holding out for you, fucking up into you as you came around him, his fingers still at your clit, prolonging the sensation.

When you'd breathed out your last whimper and started to come down, Harry rocked up into you with a harsh thrust and came inside of you, glazing your insides with his orgasm until it began to drip out of you. He stayed inside, throbbing and nudging into you until the last bit of his come was milked from his cock.

You could feel the way his sperm dripped from you when he pulled his dick out of you. Harry kept his hands at your hips and watched the mess drip from your hole and moaned.

You stood up on wobbly, unsteady legs and Harry kept a hold of your wrist, turning you to face him.

With his legs still spread wide you saw how wet everything was in his lap, "Now get on your knees and clean up the mess you made all over Daddy's lap."

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