#he’s literally heart shaped. i don’t know what to tell you
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Icarus
(Part 1)
Pairing: mob!Bucky x tattoo artist!reader
Summary: you come home from work, only to find a mob boss in your house looking for your roommate.
Warnings: mentions of a gun, mentions of arms and drug trafficking, murder, kidnapping, torture, swearing, tattoos, gambling, think that’s it
A/n: I’m a simple girl. Mob!Bucky makes my brain go whurrrrrr. This is pure self service because I have this tattoo lol. Been along time guys what’s up?
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“Late night?” The deep voice came from the dark.
“Holy-” fear spiked through your heart from the unfamiliar sound, your arms dropping the bags and your back crashing into the closed front door, “-who.. who are you?” You asked the unfamiliar voice. Turning slightly you see the long haired, leather covered man sat in the dining room. His left arm rested on the table, the prosthetic shining, the light from the street lamp outside shining through the window. His face was half shrouded in darkness, the other half showed his eyes, a little confused but also amused.
“You’re not Caleb.” He replied, sitting back in the chair, tilting his head to the side and moving something that looked suspiciously pistol shaped off of the table and into the inside pocket of his jacket, you reached up and flipped on the light.
“N-no no, I’m not. I’m his roommate.” You said, finally registering who you were talking to. The now fully visible metal arm was a pretty big giveaway, if nothing else. ‘There is a mob boss sat in my kitchen, what the fuck’.
“What do you want with Caleb? Does he owe you something?” The thought was out of your mouth before you could stop it. “Oh god no sorry forget I asked. Sorry... sir? I don’t-”
“I’m assuming from that reaction you know who I am,” He said, smirk on his face as he stood and moved closer, your back pressing flatter against the wall beside the door with every step he took.
“Of..of course I do, everyone in New York knows who you are..Sir” You replied.
“Hmm, I’m gonna take that as a compliment doll,”
“It is! Sorry! Congrats on all the… mafia shit.” Did I just say ‘mafia shit’ to a gangster.
The silence is awkward, his face blank and all you can think is ‘Oh my god I’m gonna die.’ His face twists into a …smile.. you think, y’know its hard to tell, fear has your vision all fuzzy.
He then starts to..laugh. He’s laughing? He’s actually laughing.
“Is this something you do before you kill people? You laugh, give them a false sense of security then shoot them?” You ramble quietly, confused at what’s happening.
He moved his left hand to rest on his stomach, the metal catching the light, shining right in you eye and it fully registered that, holy shit, James fucking Barnes, The Winter goddamn Soldier is in my house. This man is literally wanted by every law enforcement agent in the country, he’s in control of one of the most ruthless organisations in the world, they traffic arms and drugs and gun down anyone that gets in the way. Apparently, at least that’s what the news said. The stories about him though, way more upsetting.
The rumor was that after he left the special forces, he was captured by an organisation that wanted him to work for them. When he tried to escape the first time, they took his arm, and he was stuck working for them for a decade. The story goes that after he finally escaped, he tracked down everyone that was a part of it and killed them all, by himself. Alone. Just him. On his own. Then he took over their supply and demand and built his empire from the ground up.
“Oh god.. ‘congrats on all the mafia shit’, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while…” he pushed out while chuckling. “I’m gonna get that shit tattooed, I swear,” he said.
“I could do that for you,” it was out of your mouth before you could stop it. ‘Oh my god, shut up Y/N’ you thought to yourself.
“What?” He asked, eyes flitting over to yours, his piercing stare causing all sorts of feeling to rise inside your chest; fear, confusion, attraction. Attraction? What? Damn him and his pretty face. He’s a killer Y/N, remember that?
“Nothing, sorry” you answered, looking down at your feet.
“No what did you say Y/n?” He asked again, his voice more stern than before. If you weren’t so scared, you would have questioned how he knew your name.
“I said that I could give you that tattoo, sorry, just slipped out” you replied, unsure what his response would be to your completely unnecessary comment.
“Stop apologising would’ya doll, there’s no need.” He said, sort of sweetly, a small comforting smile on his face, the pet name causing all sorts of lovely feelings inside.
“Sor.. yes Sir,” you corrected yourself.
“And stop calling me Sir darlin, only my employees call me that,” he said, “well my employees and some others..” he said with a dirty smirk, causing your eyebrows to raise sky high.
“Sorry Sir,” you said quickly, not even thinking. “…shit.”
“Seriously doll, you don’t need to be so scared of me,” he stated, his right hand reaching out and landing on your shoulder, your muscles tensing for a second then relaxing when you saw the look in his eye, he was telling the truth
“Ok.. then can I ask why you are here?” You ask, some fear creeping it’s way into your voice despite his reassurance. He kept his face carefully still and he looked you up and down, the feeling of being examined was strong, like he was trying to decide if you were worthy of knowing his business.
“You got it right earlier, your roommate owes me something, and I came to get it from him,” he removes his hand from your arm as he spoke after a tense silence. He was being purposely vague, trying to gage your reaction, to see if you were really clueless or you were playing with him.
“It’s money right, I mean it has to be, what else could he owe you. I told him to stop freaking borrowing money I swear I tried to stop him, but he never listened to me..l”
“You’re rambling darlin, you realise that?” He cuts you off with a smirk on his face.
“I’ve been told I do that when I’m nervous. I don’t know how much Caleb owes you and I don’t know what the situation is but.. if you.. I mean..”
“What doll? What are you trying to say. I won’t be mad, I swear,” Barnes responds, one side of his lips tugging upwards at your mumbling.
“Could you give him some more time?”
He was not expecting that. ‘Brave little thing’ he thought.
“I mean I don’t know how long he’s owed you for but he’s getting back on track I swear, he’s getting better, he is, in-fact he’s at a gamblers anonymous meeting right now, and he has a job interview tomorrow so he can pay rent and pay back people he owes money to.” You rush out, trying to help your friend, “Of course he never told me that he owes money to a mobster but that besides the point” you add quieter, more to yourself than anything but Barnes still heard it. He chuckled and ran his flesh hand through his hair, pushing back the long strands out of his face.
“He does owe money to a mobster, quite a lot in fact so I’m gonna have to say no to that request darlin, I’ve given him long enough.” He responds, his tone dripping with authority, the Brooklyn drawl on the pet name he threw out made your heart beat faster.
“Please. Please just think about it Sir.. uh Mr Barnes.. Sir. Caleb’s had a rough go of it lately, he lost his father not too long ago and he’s been a mess ever since, if you could just give..”
“I already said no once doll, I don’t like repeating myself.” His tone was final, and even though his words were not that intense, the threat in his voice hung in the air like poison gas before slamming into your chest, the fear that had previously been quelled came racing back, sitting on your shoulders like a lead coat.
The silence stayed for longer this time, you eyes firmly fixed to the floor to a sound even the possibility of upsetting the man that had broken into your home.
“So you’re a tattoo artist huh? He asked, his low voice calming you some. Huh he’s trying to make me less afraid of him, what kind of ruthless criminal is he?
“Yes..um I am,” you answer, incredibly aware of the position you were in, better to go along with whatever he did.
“You got a flash book?” He questioned, genuinely interested.
“Uh yeah I do.” You reply awkwardly, not sure where this new line of conversation was coming from.
“Can I see it?”
“…sure,” the word came out as a question.
He nodded at you, and you took it as a sign that you were good to move. Turning slowly and moving away from the wall to your bag on the floor, you reach down and grab your flash sketchbook and hand it to him.
“Are all of these available?” He asked, flipping through the pages, taking in each design.
Seeing him like this, calmly looking through the sketchbook makes it very easy to forget who he was, a ruthless calculating Mob Boss, wanted for almost every crime under the sun.
“The ones with the X’s over them have been done before but could be repeated if someone really wanted it,” you answered, slightly more confident in yourself as you were talking about something you loved.
“This is Latin, right, what does it mean?” He asked, moving to stand next to you pointing to a design in the book, an alien inside a bottle of wine.
“‘In Vino Veritas’, it means ‘In wine, there is truth’” you say, “ I though it was funny, y’know.. ‘the truth is out there’..aliens..” you trailed off, not sure how to explain that design
He let out an quiet amused sound, his shoulder brushing yours, sending a trail of chills down your spine.
“This one is beautiful,” he said, pointing to a different design on the next page.
“Thank you, it’s Icarus, I have it tattooed on me, it was hard as hell doing it on my own leg,” you say, proud of the design you created.
“Icarus, what’s his story? I can’t quite remember, ” he asks.
“It’s a Greek myth y’know, Icarus and his father were held captive by King Minos in a tower, his father created wax wings so they could fly away from their captors. The father warned Icarus from flying too high or too low, but he ignored his fathers warnings and flew too close to the sun and his wings melted. It’s a moral story to warn against the dangers of complacency and hubris, but to me it’s just a tragedy.” You say, turning to face him, making eye contact with the man. He listened intently to the story, his face unreadable but you thought you saw a flash of something in his eyes, maybe he related to the myth, a man that was once held captive, now with everything in his hands, in danger of losing it all if he flew too close to the sun himself.
“A tragedy huh? I don’t think there’s anything tragic about it. He was warned not to do something dangerous and he went and did it anyway, it’s his own damn fault,” he stated, something slightly argumentative in his tone.
He looked straight at you while speaking and you couldn’t help but feel as if he was looking into your soul, like his statement was some kind of test.
“I agree with the idea that he got what he deserved, but I meant it as a tragedy for his father. Creating something so pure for you and your child to escape from captivity, only for your child to ignore your warnings and pay the ultimate price for it. His father probably spent the rest of his life regretting escaping his prison because that was the action that ultimately lead to his sons death. It’s heartbreaking if you see it from a different perspective,” you say back, not really expecting him to engage you in a philosophical debate.
“Hmm.. that’s an interesting way to see it, I’m not really one for looking at different perspectives, mine suits me just fine,” he answered, the fact that this man was dangerous came screaming back to you with the look on his face, blank like he was devout of all emotion at that moment. You got the feeling he wasn’t speaking metaphorically anymore.
The tension was palpable, you not knowing what to say next and him deciding he was done talking for the time being. He placed the book down on a side table, and turned back to you. “Y’know what, I want it.” He said, confusing flooding your brain.
“Want what?” You ask calmly, not wanting to push your luck with the man.
“That tattoo, the Icarus one, I want it.” He answers, leaning back against the side of the table he was sat at earlier. His crossed his arms, which should have been intimidating, but for some reason the only thought floating through your head was Damn his arms are bigger than my head. Gimmie.
“You want the Icarus?” You ask, somewhat stupidly and he had just said that.
“Yes I do,” he answered simply, “Are you free tomorrow?” He asks, smile on his face.
“Umm not really, I have a few appointments tomo..”
“Move them, hell cancel them. Block out a spot long enough for me to get this tattoo.” He states, cutting of your sentence.
“I can’t do that, it’s too short notice and I could loose..”
“I’ll pay what ever you lose for cancelling the appointments. I’m getting this done, tomorrow.” He cuts you off again, a finality in his tone that warns you it would be pointless and probably rather stupid to argue.
“Uh..ok” you respond, shaking your head a little, still trying to figure out what just happened.
“Great.” He clapped his hands together and the sound made you jump. Barnes either didn’t notice it or just didn’t care. “Give me your phone.”
“Huh? Why do you want my phone?” You question.
Barnes just rolled his eyes, walked forward until he was stood right infront of you, toe to toe, staring down at you with a semi amused look on his face.
“How am I supposed to find out where your shop is if you don’t text me the location?” He said sarcastically.
Literally a million different ways, google it for starters, get one of your goons to find it, stalk me and follow me there.. c’mon man think. Obviously you kept these thoughts to yourself but Barnes smirked as if he could hear them anyway. Pulling out your phone and handing it to him you ask, “What time do you want to come in for?”
“Around 1-ish doll, that ok?” He asked, knowing that it is, as he’s already told you to move/cancel your other appointments.
“That’s fine by me Bar..Mr Barnes” you answer, slipping up, almost forgetting the level of respect you should probably show to the gangster in your home.
He calls his phone from yours, adding the new number to contacts in both phones, “there, now you can let me know the address of your shop.”
“I’ll sent it to you tomorrow.. unless you want me to send it now?” You asked he hands your phone back , uncertain of what he wanted
“Tomorrows fine” he answers, walking backwards towards the front door, “I’ll see ya in the afternoon doll,” he says while opening the door and mostly leaving until he pauses completely, slowly turning back towards you.
This is it, he’s been messing with me this whole time and now he’s going to shoot me.
“Tell Caleb he has 6 weeks to get my money back to me or I’ll be paying him another visit, ok doll.” He says, no question in his voice. He waits until you answer with a “Yes, Mr Barnes,” and disappears into the hallway outside your apartment.
It takes about 5 minutes for the shock to fully wear off, and it causes you to stagger over to the couch, fall backwards onto it an ask into the empty room, “What the actual fuck just happened?”
As soon as the question was out of your mouth , your phone buzzed in your hand.
James:
Don’t ever call me Mr Barnes again Y/n.
It makes me feel ancient.
I hate that.
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fic#mob!bucky#bucky barnes#mob!bucky fic#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel imagines#bucky imagine#bucky x y/n#bucky x you#tattoo artist!reader
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I have a silly request: al continuously licking or nipping at reader's ear just to tease them bc he finds it cute making them twitch
but when reader goes to have their payback and pet al's ears, al just melts and goes full sub even when his pride is trying to deny it���
I wanted this to be super cutesy and fluffy, sorry if its super short ;)
Alastor enjoyed teasing you. Your surprised yelps and blushing face always gave him a good laugh. Especially, when it came to your ears.
You were currently reading a book on the couch in the lobby, while Alastor had a lone arm around your shoulders as he read the newspaper.
It was blissful silence.
But your ears always told your emotions, and whatever you were reading was getting to you. Your soft ears flicked and twitched as your eyes scanned the pages. You didn’t know that their movement had caught the demon’s attention.
Alastor watched with a soft smile as your ears moved. Sometimes they would twitch and flick about on your head, others be alert, or they would be relaxed.
Maybe it was the animal instincts, you were a doe in distress (youre literally read a book-) or maybe he found the faces you made so entertaining, because as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder;
Alastor tugged at your soft ear, sharp teeth nibbling at the appendage.
You paused your reading, trying to figure out what the demon was doing.
You gasped as his teeth were replaced by his lips and he grazed your ears softly, giving them a lick here and there.
”A-Alastor?” You tried to swat him away, shaking your head slightly to rid his assault on your ears.
Thinking maybe they were in his way, you pinned them to your head, hoping the action would tell him you were sorry.
But he was still nipping at the soft tips.
”S-Stop that” you said as he chuckled as your ear flicked in a trembling circle to get away from his mouth.
You huffed as he blew on them, swiveling your head around to finally look at him
”Something the matter my dear?” He asked. You pouted “Why are you petting me?” He let out a laugh, soundtrack rolling “Why my dear to see the entertaining faces you make of course!”
You continued to pout, trying to keep your ears as flat and away from him. The thought of how you were going to get your payback started to brew.
You found Alastor up in his radio tower, flipping through his scripts.
You were on a mission. Pet the red tuffs that stood at the top of his head.
Alastor always was nipping at your ears. Tugging at them when you least expected it, laughing when you flicked them about or flattened, whining.
You were just gonna give him a piece of his own medicine.
You crept up behind him and your attention was on the tall tuffs.
Alastor must have sensed you and turned to around, his face dawning a soft smile. His lips fixed to greet you when the weight of your hands found his head. Your eyes were wide with curiosity as your fingers rubbed at the fuzzy tuffs.
Soft.
definitely were ears
What you failed to notice was the record scratch Alastor had let out as you played with his ears.
The way you held his ears were quite a contrast on how he handle you.
You softly felt up his ears, you didn’t tug them or pinch.
Alastor pulled you into his lap as you petted him.
He was resting his head on your shoulder, letting you play with his ears, every so often twitching them when you teased the base.
”How come your ears don’t make you jittery?” You pouted.
You tugged a ear with your mouth, lips covering your teeth so its playful.
Alastor let out a deep purr and you mouthed on his ear (think like how babies teethed, just gummin it)
You giggled as you felt him melt, he was nuzzling into your neck, vibrations like a engine.
”Alastor…do you LIKE being petted?” You cooed, scratching his scalp.
He hid his face in your throat, giving you a growl
”No”
You caught sight of his shadow and as you toyed with his ears, his shadow seemed to whither in a smile on its face, eyes in the shapes of hearts.
You giggled “Your shadow is telling on you Al” you pressed your lips to his ears, enjoying how Alastor was practically a kitten.
Who knew the feared Radio Demon was such a softie
#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor the radio demon#alastor#alastor x reader#alastor x y/n#hazbin hotel fanfiction#jyoongim#hazbin hotel fluff#alastor fluff
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Friends - Chris Sturniolo
summary: you and chris are friends with benefits until you notice a change in his behaviour, he starts to get angry about how clingy you are.
contains: fwb!chris, arguing, angst, yelling, crying, making out.
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chris and i have known each other since we were barely able to speak, i've known him my whole life and we've always just. been. friends. until around 8 months ago. i don't even remember how it happened but suddenly his hands were roaming over me, and we fucked.
we both decided after that experience that would be friends with benifets, how could we not after getting a feel for eachother? it was so convinent because i'm always over at their house with nick and matt, they're also my closest friends.
7:39pm
i lay on the sturniolos couch in my small shorts and a tank top, nicks laying beside me as we talk about absolute bullshit.
"nick, you're seriously yapping now" i laugh, "no but tell me thats not the best wednesday video ever, i'm getting matt." he declares, heaving himself up and running out the room, he comes back with matt.
"i will happily cook salmon tomorrow for the wednesday video." matt says with a deadpan face, he speaks like he's being held at gunpoint.
nick claps, "let's go get the shit now" he says with a know it all smile on his face, "dickhead." i scoff to nick, he shrugs with a wide grin.
"you wanna come get the stuff from the grocery store with us?" matt asks, i shake my head "i'm not dressed for the occasion" i joke.
he laughs before grabbing the keys which are attached to his jeans loop, he walks with nick outside, shutting the front door behind him.
i put my phone down on the pillow beside me before standing up, aimlessly walking upstairs.
i open the door to chris's room, "chriss" i say with a smile before entering the room.
"why aren't you with nick and matt." he says, sitting up against his headboard. "hello to you too." i say sarcastically, jumping into bed beside him.
i lay my leg over chris's thigh, my hand reaching out and tracing random shapes on his arm, he pushes me off casually, an awkward silence filling the room.
“can i not touch you now or something.” i say jokingly, chris snaps.
“can you fuck off for once?” he raises his voice, i sit up in bed as my heart thumps. “what?” i say, slightly shaken up.
“all you do is touch me and be around me,” he starts, my mouth falls open slightly.
“we are FRIENDS with benefits, i don’t know why the fuck you act like we’re together?” he says, emphasising the ‘friends’.
“so for fucks sake, act like it, act like we are normal friends because the only thing different about us is we fuck, nothing. else.” chris finishes before standing up off his bed, walking out of his room and slamming the door behind him.
tears pool in my eyes, first of all he knows i can’t take being yelled at, he also knows that i’ve always been insecure about how clingy i can get.
i didn’t have any friends other than the triplets when i was growing up, they were all i really needed. so i’ve stuck to them majorly,
i always ask nick if i’m coming over too much, and if they want me to stay at my apartment i can, but nicks always shut down that, telling me that he will literally lock all doors so i can’t leave.
but that was just nick, nick wanted me to stay, did chris like me round?
i sit alone on chris’s bed, replaying each word than came out of his mouth over and over in my head.
“i don’t know why the fuck you act like we’re together”
“can you fuck off for once?”
i let out a small sob, tears starting to paint my cheeks. i bring my knees up to my chest as i bury my face in his pillows
i let out shaky breathes, having a poor attempt to calm myself down.
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7:46am
i don’t know when i fell asleep, all i know is that i’m slowly starting to wake up in chris’s bed.
his arms are wrapped around me, spooning me as he snores lightly into the back of my neck, i stir as i look down.
i sit up in bed, chris’s arms still on me as he lets out a tired groan. all events of what happened last night start coming back to me. i instantly try to get out of bed but chris has a firm grip around my waist,
“chris, let me go.” i whisper yell, he shakes his head.
i place two hands on his wrists and try to pry them off of me. chris is slowly waking up, i feel tears start to form again, knowing that he most likely had to sleep next to me cause i fell asleep in his bed.
i let in trembling breathes, chris sits up. “sh shh.” he says, pulling me down onto his lap as he sits up against his headboard.
“can i please talk to you.” chris says, his voice hoarse.
“chris.” i say, small droplets of tears rolling down my cheeks as i fight his grip.
“i’m going home now.” i say again, “no you’re not.” chris starts.
“i am so sorry.” chris says, grabbing my face and making me look at him.
“i am so sorry.” he repeats, rubbing my arm with his free hand lightly
“i am so sorry for opening my mouth last night , i am so sorry for making you cry, i am so sorry for walking out of the room, i am so sorry for yelling.”
“i love you so much, more than you understand and there is actually no excuse for what i said, i don’t know why i said it. i have never felt truly loved by someone other than my family so it’s really throwing me off that you want to touch me, you want to be near me.”
“i think i’m so scared of getting to attached to you and then you leaving, because i can’t handle that, i don’t want you to leave, ever.”
he finishes, my tears came to a halt as soon as the words ‘i love you’ left his mouth.
“do you mean it..?” i ask, looking up at chris.
he grabs my jaw staring at my lips,
“chris, i have morning breath.” i laugh slightly
“i do not care at all.” he says, slamming his lips onto mine,
his arms holding me tighter than ever, he doesn’t let me go for the rest of the morning no matter how much i protest.
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#sturniolo#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo headcanon#chris sturniolo edit#chris sturniolo fic#chris sturniolo fluff#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo smut
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Hi! I love your works but the poly!marauders have my heart and soul. This is literally my first request ever but could we have poly!marauders as emts, where they are already in a relationship with the reader and reader keeps getting dizzy and passing out without a clear reason. Or literally anything established relationship and hurt/comfort with them.
I’m so bad at communicating and I hope you know and trust that people sincerely think you are amazing and believe in your talents even if we don’t know you in real life.
Much love and happiness for the new year <3
You're so sweet omg, thank you!! I slightly varied your dizzy/passing out idea but I hope this scratches the hurt/comfort itch <3
cw: severe dizziness, vomiting (this actually happened to me as a kid and I still have no idea what it was but it was ROUGH)
emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words
You wake with a whine already tearing from your throat. The room is dark, and yet somehow it’s spinning. You know this more by feeling than by sight.
You breathe heavily, patting the bed next to you until you find something that’s not sheet. You’re holding your head as motionless as you can. You think it’s slowing.
“Hm?” Remus grunts.
“Help.” Your voice is scratchy, choked with panic. “I don’t—I’m so dizzy.”
“What?” He shifts on the bed, and your plan to keep still is instantly foiled. The slight movement of your pillow sends your head rolling again. Terror claws up your throat. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” you stress. “I just woke up and it’s like I’m spinning, Rem, I can’t see and—”
“Okay, shh, shh. Calm down.” You feel his spindly hand set down on top of yours.
The sheets whisper as the other boys rouse, and then a light turns on. It’s instantly better and worse. You can make out vaguely that you’re in bed, but everything in front of you whirls. At least now you can detect movement as a brownish shape enters your field of vision.
“What’s going on?” James’ voice is groggy. His hand stretches across your clavicle. “Why’re you looking up like that?”
“She says she’s dizzy.” Remus lifts his head above yours, or you think he does, a smear of pale skin and brown hair. “Is everything still spinning, dove?”
You try to hum in affirmation, but it comes out a bit like a whimper. “It hasn’t stopped, but it gets worse anytime I move my head.”
“Sounds like vertigo,” Sirius says. You recall he’d fallen asleep on Remus’ other side, but you don’t know if he’s moved since then. It’s odd speaking to them like this, disembodied voices you can touch but not see.
A warm hand lays across your forehead. “No fever,” James murmurs. “Is it getting better when you’re still like that, angel?”
You swallow. Maybe it’s because you’re in a vulnerable state, but his concerned tone is making your sinuses hurt.
“A little. Not enough to see or anything.”
You feel the bed dip, and then someone’s knees are digging into the sides of your hips. “Alright, gorgeous,” Sirius says, “let’s sit you up.”
“That sounds not fun,” you voice your concern hastily.
He coos, enfolding you in a hug that presses you securely against his chest. “I know, baby, but it could help us figure out what’s going on with you, okay?” He starts leaning back slowly, pulling you upright with him. “There, good girl.”
You recognize the feel of James’ hand as it splays on your back, drawing big, sweeping circles. You feel like you could be sick. You close your eyes, but can’t decide if that helps. Everything is worse. There’s no escaping it.
Remus’ bony knuckles brush your forehead, rechecking your temperature. “Can you hear us alright? Are your ears ringing at all?”
“I don’t think so.” It’s hard to tell when everything else is already so disorienting. Could it be a quiet ringing? You’re not sure you’d know it if you heard it. “I can hear you fine.”
He hums. James’ hand leaves your back and the mattress shifts as he gets out of bed. You turn your head on instinct to see where he’s going. It’s the worst idea of your life. You groan as the spinning intensifies, dragging you along on a tilt-a-whorl you’d never agreed to. It’s the feeling of the drunkest you’ve ever been times a thousand.
Before you know it’s coming, bile rushes up your throat and spews out onto the bed.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
One pair of hands grips you by the shoulders, keeping you from pitching forward into your own sick, while another gathers your hair away from your face. You whimper as saliva strings from your mouth. Someone wipes it away with their sleeve.
“I’m sorry.” Your throat hurts, your voice flagrant evidence of how close you are to tears. Your hair is secured behind your head with a ponytail. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright, darling, it’s not your fault,” Remus shushes you, using that tone he does when he’s trying to cover his own worry and soothe someone else’s at the same time. You once heard him talk this way to a kitten he was trying to coax out of the road. “Do you feel any better now?”
A sob catches in your throat. “No,” you confess.
If anything, the feeling has gotten worse. It’s like you’re swimming in your own head. You grope blindly for something to hold, and a cool hand presses itself into yours. Sirius.
“I’m really scared,” you choke out.
His fingers squeeze yours. “I know,” he says. “I’m sorry, baby, I know it has to be terrifying.”
He presses his lips ardently to your forehead. Wetness drips from your nose, and you grip his hand hard. It’s horrifically disconcerting not to be able to see your boyfriends, to be robbed of your sense of place, but their touches are grounding. The contact makes everything feel a bit more solid.
“James is getting some things ready to go to the hospital,” Remus says softly, and you realize they must have been having one of your silent eye conversations while you couldn’t see. Stupidly, you feel a bit left out.
“You can't help me here?” You’re pleading, your voice raw and wretched. You don’t want to make them feel bad, but what good is it to have three medically-trained professionals for boyfriends if they can’t utilize their expertise here at home?
“I’m sorry, dovey.” Remus’ thumbs stroke your shoulders. “Vertigo this severe is probably an ear infection, but it could also be something more serious. Either way, we can’t get you antibiotics without a doctor.”
“The quicker we go, the quicker you could be feeling better,” James says, signaling his return. “Here, honey, I brought this to clean you up.” He doesn’t tell you what this is, but a second later a warm cloth swipes across your mouth and over your chin, wiping away the vomit there.
“Thanks,” you say weakly.
You can hear the smile in his voice well enough to picture it, small and sympathetic. “My pleasure, angel. Do you think you’ll be sick again?”
“No.” You can say it with moderate certainty. Your head is still roiling, but it’s no longer taking your stomach with it.
“Okie dokie,” he goes on with his usual determined cheer. “I’ve got a change of clothes for you in the car, so I think we’re all ready to go. Hold your head here for me?” He presses it gently to what you suppose must be his chest, the neckline of his pajama shirt rough against your cheek. “I’ll try to keep as still as I can.”
Remus and Sirius let you go as James’ arms wrap around your shoulders and under your knees, lifting you off the bed. You push your face into his collar, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Your vision swirls.
“Fuck,” you mumble.
“I’ve got you, my love.” James’ lips come down on your forehead, warm and sweet. “We’re gonna take such great care of you, I promise.”
#poly!marauders#emt!marauders#emt!marauders x reader#marauders au#poly!marauders x reader#poly!marauders x fem!reader#poly!marauders x you#poly!marauders x y/n#poly!marauders x self insert#poly!marauders fanfiction#poly!marauders fanfic#poly!marauders fic#poly!marauders fluff#poly!marauders hurt/comfort#poly!marauders angst#poly!marauders imagine#poly!marauders drabble#poly!marauders scenario#poly!marauders one shot#poly!marauders oneshot#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter x reader#sirius black x reader#remus lupin x reader#the marauders#marauders x reader#marauders fanfiction#marauders fandom
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roommate choso x fem reader
MDNI
mutual masterbation, dom choso, very light degrading missionary , literally fucked to sleep, he calls you pretty
“o-oh shit”
Nothing can help make this situation any less embarrassing for you.
Slowly making your way out of your room to go to the bathroom, a loud groan comes from your oh so dear roommate Chosos room. Stoping in your tracks, head turning, eyes focusing on the slight light under the door of choso’s room also suspiciously where the concerning noise came from.
taking steps as quietly as you could making your way to just the outside of his room. Almost slimey-wet like noises came from inside with additional moaning or groaning.
Placing your ear by the door, your legs turning to jelly as you hear your name come out of his mouth in the most melodic unholy way.
“y/n~” choso moans.
The feeling of wetness and heat on your lower parts getting harder and harder to ignore; slowly sliding your fingers down from your torso and under your silk pajama shorts, hoping on some sort of relief. Rubbing your clit slowly, ear still pressed against the door listening to his desperate cry’s for you.
“Cumming, cumming OHH” , you can just imagine his face twisted in pleasure as he finally lets go.
Fingers pumping in and out of your gushing pussy the desire to release making it harder to stop. Your unoccupied hand over your mouth trying to keep the noise of pleasure from escaping.
The sudden noise of footsteps coming close to the door forcing you to stop, heart beating fast as you take your fingers out of your shorts quickly, but not quick enough. Just as you turn away the door opens.
“Y/N?” He says almost like he was out of breath.
“I was just about to use the restroom but I don’t need to go anymore, uh sorry” you apologize turning to face him, internally curing at yourself for being nosey in the first place.
“Really because it looked like to me you were outside of my door..”
you stay quiet. He flicks the hallway light on, now looking at your embarrassed face eyes shifting to his face then shamelessly to the side.
“You were listening to me weren’t you” choso says, you’re not looking at him but you he has one of those stupid smirks on his face.
“N-No! I swear choso I wasn’t I-“ he interrupts you.
“Ah-ah no need to lie to me y/n y’know you’re a really bad liar” he laughs. He grabs your warm face with slightly cold hands.
Tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. How embarrassing!
“You’re just a PRETTY LITTLE LIAR” he laughs bringing his face closer to you until there’s no space between you. He was like a starved man from the way he was kissing you. His hands sliding down your back until he got to your ass; occasionally kneading it. The way he’s gripping on to you would make any person weak.
Breaking the kiss your breath heavy staring at the man in front of you. The not so secret bulge grinding against your heat.
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“You’re such a pervert y/n, listening to your own roommate get off” he laughs
You moan at the sight of his thick fingers pumping in and out of your pussy.
“please” you don’t know what your asking for. To cum? Dick? Who knows.
“Please what hmm?” he coos taking his fingers out of you and putting them in your mouth, a loud muffled whine comes out of your stuffed mouth. Licking up your own juices, swirling your tongue against Chosos thick long fingers before he takes them out. Staring at your fucked out drooling face his dick getting impossibly harder by the minute. The feeling of emptiness in your pussy making you grind against his hard cock.
“Fuck doll you’re making me crazy just tell me” he buries his face on the crook of your neck grinding his clothed hard cock against your wet pussy.
“Fuck me please” you mutter out
Lifting his head up making eye contact with your dazed eyes, his pupils in the shape of hearts from hearing that one sentence. He kicks off his boxers and excitedly lines up his cock to your welcoming entrance.
The sight of his size makes your squirm.
“Choso that’s not going to fit!” You say eyes wide closing your legs shut.
“We’ll make it fit I promise I’ll be gentle baby, please” he begs using his big hands to open your legs once more, he lines up again putting just his tip inside already creating a stretch for your poor pussy. :(
Just halfway inside you he’s already bottoming out.
“You’re so t-tight, relax f’me pretty” you both whine as he puts his heavy dick all the way inside your warm pussy.
“Choso~ move plea-“ his thrust cuts you off, the sudden movement making your eyes roll back. his rhythm was something you’ve never experienced before just his size alone was something new.
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𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍
𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍
𝖳𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍
How many times have you came? Too many times to remember, maybe 3 or 4?
“One more just one more please” he begs. his poor bed creaking with each thrust into your poor pussy, your face twisted in pleasure as Choso hits your g-spot with every thrust. Oh how he wishes you can see your face right now, Drool coming out of your mouth, biting your lip with your eyes are rolled back. “You look so p-pretty” the longer he stares at your fucked out face the less he can stop himself from cumming inside you again. uh oh to late he already did! :c
The warmth of his cum filling your womb up once again. He slowly slips himself out of you, watching your mixed cum dripout of you. He moves his eyes away from cunt to your face but shockingly he finds you sleeping. “I think I’m in love with you” he says to himself lying down next to you before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.
erm was this good idk EHEHEHE I’m also changing my theme 😋 rebloggggsssss are super duper appreciated!
#Choso smut#choso#jjk#gojo#jjk smut#Geto smut#gojo smut#megumi#Choso jjk#anime#anime smut#smut#roomate#Satoruscumshot#x reader#happy new year
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genshin boys takin care of u on ur monthly
im back from the void of no content
im feeling berry soft and fluffy so enJOY the boys taking care of fem!reader on her period :)
characters: wriothesley, lyney, alhaitham, xiao
tw: periods (duh), staining sheets in wrio’s one, lmk if i forgot anything :D
also also i wanna make a pt. 2 pls drop any characters u want in my asks or comments ily guys enjoy
also does anyone know how to add the blue
read more tag on mobile/browser? tyty
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wriothesley
- kay so idk him really well needa finish archon quest but he would treat you like a QUEEN
- whatever u need he has it
- bro is chill af and knows what hes doing
- will get cuddly LMAO
- he js wants to pamper u
- so he does :D
- if u stain anything he’ll be calm and change the sheets and everything while u take care of urself
- cooks for u
- reminds u to take painkillers if u need them
- soft kisses heh
- movie marathons!!
- takes care of ur EVERY CRAVING
lyney
- determined to do ANYTHING to make u smile
- so he’ll pull random bouquets out of his pocket and present them to u
- or pretend to do a trick and kiss ur nose instead
- he is SO asking lynette for advice
- poor boy panics a lil even tho he knows how normal this is and he has a sister
- but he’s never really bothered too much abt it before
- he knows how to deal with it but he just wants to make u happy
- he treats u so well aww
- cooks for u
- makes everything cheesy
- like little smiley face rice balls
- or an egg cooked in a heart shape
- so many cuddles
- i love him
alhaitham
- so chill and nonchalant
- gets u wtv u need
- cooks for u
- ion think he’s a very big cuddler but if u need him he’ll hold u
- forehead and nose kisses
- he’ll hold ur hand a lot and like run his thumb on the back
- when he does hold u its u sitting on a couch binging movies with ur head on his chest and his fingers in ur hair
- he does acts of service to help lessen ur load
xiao
- he’s basically js confused
- ‘human women… bleed… for a week every month… and don’t die??’ WHAT SORCERY IS THis
- like lyney poor boy panics a bit
- he’s been around for millennia but this thing can get him flustered
- always nervous to hold u and kinda doesn’t want to but he will for u
- cooks for u obv
- always checking up on u, asking if u need anything
- ‘here, i got this for you’ (insert literally anything he randomly saw and thought would make u smile)
- constantly asking if it hurts
- you tell him to chill and he goes ‘HOW CAN I WHEN YOURE HURTING’ and ugh hes so soft and silly
- takes extra care of u
- constant vigilance
- so sweet
GUYS i think i’ll make a pt. 2 so again, if you have any reqs for this or any other fics drop ‘em in my asks or comments ily all <3
#genshin fanfiction#genshin impact#fandom#fanfiction#wriothesley#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley x you#wriothesley fluff#lyney fluff#lyney x you#lyney x reader#lyney#alhaitham fluff#al haitham fluff#alhaitham x reader#al haitham x reader#alhaitham x you#al haitham x you#xiao fluff#xiao x reader#xiao x you#xiao#alhaitham#al haitham
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familiars
Mammon, Satan, Asmo || 0.8k wc || crack post [to make up for all the angst recently] ft. menace mc (Tannie's is my favorite bc that's literally me)
Mammon
The second born was on his way to Lucifer’s office again when he saw you plopped on the common room floor
You had tons of materials surrounding you : scissors, needles, thread, fabric, small stickers— even glitter glue!
Mammon didn’t have the time to stop and ask why, he just chalked it up to his little human just doing their weird little human things
After he was dismissed from Lucifer’s office (and after a 3 fucking hour long lecture), he made his way back to the common room, but you were gone
In your place was a yellow sticky note that read “Hey Mammon! Don’t freak out, I just went outside for a bit <3”
And that made him freak out even more
Because it was raining like all fuck out there
So he scrambles to the entrance hall and throws open the front door, ready to yell, when he just stops
You’re crouched down on the steps with an umbrella over you while his crow familiars hop around your feet
They’re all decked out in tiny rain hats, rain coats, and some of his older ones even have small rain boots
Currently, you’re putting a glittery gold lookin set on Mammon’s youngest crow and the demon’s heart swells
The crows notice him fairly quickly and begin to jump around even more, making you look back and beam
“Hi Mamoney! Alright little fella, you’re all good to go now! Go say hi to Mammon!”
He could cry. Literally sob at how fucking cute this is
“Aw, guys! Look at ya!” He pets them over their hats, grinnin’ ear to ear, “Mc. You didn’t tell me you wanted to parent the kids with me.”
You laughed, making him grin even more. “You mentioned them getting cold when they got rained on so I figured I’d help out! Don’t they just look so cute?!”
Mammon’s eyes were practically heart shaped, “y-yeah…”
(he absolutely gets you and him a rain set so you can all go out in them like a big family)
(and yes his brothers made fun of him for it and no he didn’t care— especially not when you slapped them with your wet rain hat)
Satan
You and Satan were out on a simple walk. A relaxing, uneventful walk
That is until you get approached by a fucking unicorn
You don’t know what the hell to do or say- you just kinda stand there staring for a minute while Satan pets his uh…friend. He chuckles at your response, raising an eyebrow when you hold a single finger up
“Someone either slipped me some severe drugs or you’re just a stone cold traitor who did not tell me he was bffs with this gorgeous creature. Both of which I will take offense to.”
“I deeply apologize for my transgressions, my love.”
You glanced at the unicorn with a look of ‘can you fucking believe this guy’ before raising a hand, “May I?”
You received a neigh, to which you leaned in closer and stroked up its nose, where you then received a delighted huff
“I would die for you.”
Satan snorted, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. His laughter only got louder when his familiar looked at him with the equivalent expression of ‘how dare you keep this human from me’
“Yes, yes, I should’ve introduced you two sooner. Are we done pouting now?”
You and the unicorn looked at eachother. Then at Satan. Then back to each other. “No.”
He smiled, still amused, “then how about a ride through town? I’ll walk beside you.”
“Like the peasant you are. Alright- onward, Uni! Let’s go kick a guy in the gut.”
...perhaps Satan had been leaving you alone with Belphie for too long
Asmo
For once (though not for long), the House of Lamentation was peacefully quiet
Most of them were doing their own thing in the common room, existing without a hitch beside each other— a perfect day, in Lucifer’s opinion
“EEEEKKK!”
The sound was extremely high pitched and cracked, but it was written off as ‘just Mammon doing something stupid again’
Yeah…until he walked through the door asking what the hell that noise was. Then they all did a headcount- you were the only one not present
Asmo turned into the world’s biggest track star in that moment and made his way to you first, finding you floating in mid air at the entrance hall
And on the floor was a sleek black scorpion just…sitting there
“Hon…don’t tell me you’re scared of my gorgeous little baby?!”
You stared at him like he was fucking nuts— which you thought so in that moment. “I’m sorry, I was a bit too focused on the stINGER!”
“He doesn’t sting anyone unless I tell him too, Hon, no worries!”
…’no worries’ he says, as if the creepy thing wasn’t among the most dangerous animals to humans. And a human, you were
In fairness, the scorpion was not so horrible looking. It’s tail faded into a hot pink like Azzy’s horns and it’s feet(?) we’re tipped with gold. And it had a faint sparkly coat. Of course.
“Okay…I can deal with this…I guess he is..kind of..pretty..?”
“Indeed he is! I shine him myself! You wanna hold him?”
“No, that’s alrig— STOP BRINGING IT CLOSER!”
#obey me x reader#om x reader#mammon x reader#om mammon#satan x reader#om satan#asmo x reader#om asmodeus
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butterflies
(how they would give you butterflies)
contains: bf!hyungline x fem!reader (individually) | genre: fluff | tw! making out in Sunghoon’s one, argument in Jake’s one | wc: 0,5k
reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!
author’s note: be sure to check out Butterflies pt. 2 (how they would get butterflies)
for maknae line go here!
Lee Heeseung | 이희승
➶ eyes you up and down *ೃ༄
not in a perv way (unless,,,)
you could be doing nothing
he just stares either devouring you with his bare eyes
or scans through your new outfit
either ways he has a smile plastered on his face whole time
you blushing just makes him do that more and more
pls he’s a menace but we love it
➶ raises your head by your chin *ೃ༄
he would do that to gain your attention whenever you’re too lost in your phone
he would see your expression and literally hold his laugh because of how flustered you were
he knows whatever he’s gonna say you’re not gonna hear, because of the daze he caused
this man i swear
he knows what he’s doing and often overdoes it
always with the same effect though
Park Jongseong | 박종성
➶ grabs your waist *ೃ༄
pls doesn’t it scream park jongseong????
he would do that whenever he just feels like
he just likes having your body as close to his as it’s possible
does it in such nonchalant way i don’t think he even knows the effect it has on you
like you could be blushing, hiding your face in your hands
but he would frown and straight up ask
“why are you covering your face” 🤨
oh well, you tell me, sir
➶ massages your shoulders *ೃ༄
now when it comes to that
he certainly knows whenever he does it your heart beats faster
(probably cuz he can feel your heartbeat through your shoulders)
that’s why whenever he has an occasion to do that he sneaks up from behind you
and puts his hands on your shoulders, feeling how goosebumps fill your skin
that makes him smile
he likes knowing how wrapped he has you around his little finger
but not more that you have him
Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤
➶ puts a strand of your hair behind your ear *ೃ༄
you could be lecturing him after he did something wrong
or just arguing
but whenever he reaches to the side of your head to put lone strand behind your ear
you just forget what you wanted to say
that makes you lowkey angry
but seeing his pure expression just melts those feelings away
i can’t do this…
➶ sends you good morning and good nights texts *ೃ༄
even though he does it everyday
and you’re sure you’ll have a new message from him whenever you wake up
it just never fails to bring tons of butterflies to your stomach
sometimes it’s just plain text with simple emoji
sometimes it’s accompanied by a photo of him
(still in bed, no shirt on, hair messed up)
or sometimes he writes some cheesy stuff which makes you smile
but the butterflies stay the same
Park Sunghoon | 박성훈
➶ kisses your jaw behind your ear *ೃ༄
often does that while you make out
whenever he does that and senses you getting shy, he just smiles against your skin
and pleaseeee it just adds fuel to the fire
i feel like it just boost his ego and confidence
like he still has shy moments with you
especially if you’re confident by nature
but honestly for him whatever you do you emanate pure confidence and girl boss energy
but it makes him realize that he can have just as much control over you like you have on him
➶ picks you up *ೃ༄
pls he doesn’t work up for nothing
of course he wants to feel better and stay in shape
but if he can pick his partner up why wouldn’t he take an advantage of such amazing oppourtunity??
he enjoys it not only becaeuse of the consequences of it (your red ears and blush on your cheeks)
but also how close he has you then :(((
lowkey princess treatment
would pick you up after long day at work/school
or after a date
or literally after you did anything
man is WHIPPED
thank you for reading! back to the masterlist
#enhypen headcanons#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen#sunghoon enhypen#heeseung enhypen#jay enhypen#jake enhypen#heeseung headcanons#jongseong headcanons#jaeyun headcanons#sunghoon headcanons
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Okay but hear me out Hotch's love language is acts of service. That man is a caregiver and maybe I'm projecting because I'm currently taking care of my own stitches but like if you were hurt in the field and got cut by a knife or something he would absolutely go out of his way to clean your wound and rebandage you as needed. Or like if you burnt your hand grabbing a hot pan or something while you guys were making dinner 🥲 he's just so soft
Yes. Absolutely. This is literally him.
Aaron’s always gonna blame himself, no matter if it really is his fault or not; so taking care of you in any way, shape, or form is always gonna be an opportunity Aaron will take.
Even if you aren’t dating Aaron still wants to help patch you up because thats just the kinda guy he is :))
im giggling thinking about being in a relationship woth Hotch and him sitting you down to rewrap a bandage, put vaseline or aquaphor on your stitches, or even putting ointment on a burn.
Boyfriend!Hotch fawning over tou after you burn yourself making dinner for you, him, and Jack!!!!!!! He would undoubtedly drop everything and run over after hearing you hiss in pain and cuss quietly (he admires how you try not to cuss in fromt of Jack). “Oh, honey,” he’d coo and pull you over to the sink. I NEED HIM TO CALL ME ‘HONEY’, YOUR HONOR.
Can you imagine him kissing the bandage too after you cracked a joke about him kissing Jack’s boo-boos?? 😥😥 i actually need him.
OKOKOKOK
imagine you just got cut by an unsub:
It wasn’t Hotch’s fault, no matter how much you tried to reassure him as the medics stitched up the admittedly deep cut on your thigh.
The unsub, you tried to reason with him, was just a hunter with very good aim and a warped mind. But Hotch wouldn’t have it. He literally wrapped your arm over his shoulder so he could walk you out to the medics, paced on the ground outside the ambulance, and refused to let you drive to the plane and hotel without him.
So that’s where you are now: opening your door for Hotch and Jack to enter your house.
“Hi, y/n!” Jack greeted, throwing himself out to hug y/n’s legs. You patted his back and ran a hand through his hair.
“Hey kiddo,” you greeted, trying to hide the wince on your face before Aaron saw.
But he did. “I, uh, told Jack you got hurt and he… decided he would throw a fit until he came to make sure you weren’t sad.”
That made you smile; yeah, Hotch, blamd it on Jack. “You’re the sweetest, Jackie-boy. No way any one could be sad around you,” you practically sang, picking the boy up. “Come in, Hotch. I see that first-aid kit you have.”
Hotch pretended not to see the way you favored your uninjured leg over the other when you set Jack on the couch, already knowing what movie he wanted to watch.
“Hey,” you said finally, “Jack’s watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier.” You took a seat at the table.
“He was excited about coming to see you,” Aaron admits. “He told me that you’re his favorite because you ‘like Captain America, always have candy, and make sure he’s never sad’, according to him.”
You laugh a little, but your heart is swollen up in your chest like a balloon. You’re Jack’s favorite? “So… tell me why you’re really here, Hotch.”
“Aaron.”
You pause, seeing Hotch’s eye contact falter. “What?”
“You can call me Aaron. We aren’t at the office, so I don’t see a problem in you calling me Aaron. And my son is on your couch, so…” He trails off, a smile pulling at his lips.
You think you can feel little a butterfly volcano erupt in your stomach. You’re hot boss is smiling at you. Inside your house. “So,” you start again, voice quieter this time, “why are you here, Aaron?” You want to scream. Hotch’s name on your tongue felt foreign but you really wanted to get used to calling him by his first name.
“I wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself after getting,” he paused, thinking of the blood staining your pants when he first saw you, “cut up by the unsub.”
“If you want me to take my pants off, you just have to ask,” you scoffed, tugging down your sweatpants to reveal a bloodied bandage wrapped in gauze. Your shirt was oversized, falling to just above the end of the gauze. “I changed the wrap a couple hours ago, but I got bored and moved some stuff around and it probably started bleeding,” you explained, watching Aaron pull set your leg on the chair he was sitting in to rewrap your injury.
“Y-This is okay?” He asked, large hands hovering directly over your skin.
After nodding, you swallowed as you watched Aaron carefully unwrapped the thin gauze and inspected the dark red patterns staining the bandage.
He doesn’t say a word as he rips the bandage off, not saying a word when he feels your hand fly to his shoulder for support- something that makes him flush a little.
“Aaron, I can do it mysel-“
“Let me take care of you,” he interrupts, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes that he does so well and you know you’d listen to him if he told you to rip your heart out of your chest and give it to him just because he’s got you wrapped around his pinkie.
“Okay.”
Despite the movie in the background, you both fall into silence; afraid to break the silence.
He had to admit, Aaron hadn’t felt so giddy in a while. Even here, on his knees in your home, Aaron found himself once again questioning if he wanted to make a move. He felt you squeeze his shoulder a little as he dabbed some cold ointment on the stitches but he wanted to feel your hands on him. Rewrapping the bandage would be the awkward part: having to get his hands very close to your sex.
“Do you want to do it?” Aaron asked.
“I think you should. I might mess it up or something,” you shrug, clearly lying. But Aaron wanted you to lie.
So carefully, gingerly, Aaron wrapped the guaze over the bandage, hands gliding over your thigh to make sure the thin material would stay.
“Done,” he announced. “Does it feel okay? Not too tight? Too loose?” He asked.
“Perfect.”
He looked up at you. “y/n?”
“I think… my thigh’s a little sore. You uh, might need to kiss my boo-boo to make sure I feel better.”
A sly smile grew on Aaron’s face while he watched your face turn red and you avoiding eye contact.
So Aaron leaned over and pressed his lips to the sterile gauze, kissing the material covering your skin.
The butterfly volcano had successfully self destructed, making every body part possible buzz at the sight of Aaron leaning over you.
#ssa aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner fic#jules writes 📓🖊#kj.answers#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner fanfic#aaron hotchner angst#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner one shot#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner x fem!reader#aaron hotchner x gn!reader#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotchner smut
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#his secret spouse (part 2)
— just a series where you are their secret spouse… but you didn’t know because you weren’t from teyvat after all! (until you have memories of him and you every time you two touch)
CHARACTERS. self aware! Isekai! gn! Reader; Xiao, Zhongli, Childe / Tartaglia, Aether
THEMES. sagau (self aware genshin au), isekai, fluff/crack, questionable but real established relationship, domestic, slight angst on Childe’s part. And severe angst for Xiao as well bwaahhahah
WARNINGS. reader lets out a few curses from surprise here and there (i made it so that it looked realistic); unedited still
NOTES. i swear i did not mean for xiao’s to turn out like that. i promise i did not make it so that it’s too angsty, but well… also i made this quite different from the part 1
part one - scaramouche, al-haitham, tighnari, heizou
XIAO
You have to admit, it was your greed that brought the consequences right after.
The thing is, you yourself realized that you were indeed in the world you had been playing your favorite game at, and to test out your theory, you did the one thing that first came to your mind–to call out the name of your favorite (bestest) boy, “Xiao!”
To say that you were surprised to suddenly see a literal person appear in front of you from a sort of green smoke was an understatement–heck, you probably almost had a heart attack that all you had to say was “What the fuck?!”
“Did you just curse at me?” he lets out a click of his tongue, “You have no respect for the Adepti.”
You trembled upon the sudden familiar voice that enveloped the air, as well as the pressure that appeared so suddenly–could it be? Is this the real feeling of having to face him?
So you weren’t dreaming at all?
“Y-you’re really… Adeptus Xiao?”
For a second, you thought you saw the pained look on his face. Actually, it did cross his expression, but it soon vanishes and turned cold, almost like he froze for a moment and…
“Don’t tell me…” your heart sank at the look and tone he was giving you, but for a moment, you thought that it was out of fear. But it turns out, it wasn’t.
He gulps before continuing, “-you don’t remember… anything?”
You felt… this urge to go and run to him, to wrap your arms around him, but the moment you stood up, he backed away. Your eyes, however, drop down to something that shined upon the glow of the moonlight and the darkness of the sky–a necklace, one that held a pendant that was shaped like a ring, its lace wrapped on Xiao’s neck. You could have sworn that the Xiao in-game did not have a necklace just like that–
“Wait, Xiao!”
And then, he vanished. Before you could even touch him.
The pressure in the air did not disappear with him, but this time, they were all in your chest.
You honestly did not know where to go and found yourself following where your feet take you. It just happens to be Wangshuu Inn, and once you had gotten inside, you were greeted by a lady and a green-haired man. Oh, and some purple-haired kid that… looked a lot like Verr, Baizhu, and Qiqi. Actually, it seemed that they really were them.
When your hunch was right, they soon explained to you that they were there upon the Adeptus’ call–to check up on you, though he did say that they were not supposed to say that it was him who asked for it, Qiqi slips it out and the secret did not last long.
Soon, you had gotten them to explain what it really was that you did not know… or at least “remember”, as per what Xiao had said. It was Verr who told you everything.
That even if you were supposedly a “secret”, Xiao had to tell the situation to her, and even to his “lord”, who soon advised him to try and seek for Baizhu’s help.
And that ring on his necklace… well, it matches with the one on your finger–how could you not realize you were even wearing one?
“Xiao…” you called his name for the first time after a few days. For some reason, despite your lack of memories from him aside from the ones that came from the game in your real world, the lack of his presence… suffocated you. It felt like something was missing from your life.
And you knew the answer right away when he reappeared right in front of you; your whole body easing up, the corners of your lips pulling up oh-so-slightly. You could see how he also visibly relaxes, but the frown on his face was evident as well, looking so conflicted that you barely had the heart to speak what you intended to say.
But it was inevitable.
You held out your hand to him.
At least once again, let me be greedy, you thought to yourself.
And as if he heard your wish, he reciprocates your desire, holding out his own hand and wrapping them around yours. Without any warning, you pulled him into an embrace, one that he lets you be, and even wraps his arms around your form, kist like how you did to his.
You intended to break the news to him–that he did not deserve to hurt when you’re like this when you’re just a shell of the person he knew, and that maybe, it was for the better to break things off.
But then… you started to “remember”. And by then, the tears were starting to fall off of your eyes.
“Y-Y/n? Are you crying?!” he attempts to pull away to try and see your face but fails when you insisted to continue to embrace him, burying your face on his shoulders, but not before pressing a small kiss on his neck, tightening up your hold on him as the scenes of the “memories” you had over the years with him started to play in your mind.
Even if you did end up telling the truth to him or not, he will most likely not try to push you away. He couldn’t. Even if his morals tells him that it was not right, he could not just let you go.
ZHONGLI
When you saw him, you actually did not recognize who he was, nor where you were, actually. Though for sure, you were transported somewhere you definitely did not know–and you weren’t dreaming.
It will not be long for you to realize where you are when you saw a statue not too far away from the place you had woken up from.
“Ah, shit.” Don’t tell me this is real–for sure, this is not real, you convinced yourself, only to be proven wrong.
“I did not know you could utter curses so… easily, my love.”
You turn around with a gasp. Who was this man? Even with his physique, you could tell that he was… quite familiar. His voice too. And even the tone on his words, but you could swear that you’d never even met him before.
It turns out, someone was trying to find you all this time, and he did so with a “statue”--this statue.
And did I forget to say that he calls himself your lover?
You were already walking with the said “spouse” when you found out that he is called Zhongli and you pieced everything together, realizing that you have probably been transported to the world of Teyvat, the game you were playing before ending up falling asleep not too long ago. And the statue where he found you was the Statue of the Seven, one located near the Liyue Harbor. His statue.
And wait… he could hear voices through his statue???
Does it mean you just got “isekai’d”? You probably were, or you might have just been lucid dreaming or something. You still did not believe anything and everything that you were seeing, Heck, who would’ve even thought that you’d be dating such a handsome man–a god in this world, even.
Though you knew the story of the Adepti and his identity (both from the game and in here)… you “memories” told you that he actually did not announce any of the Adepti of his marriage with you. At least… not yet, or not quite. He did say he will settle with someone, but he did not say your name.
You could feel the discomfort upon remembering this memory. But then, your “sin” was quite similar from him. So you couldn’t really call him out.
Of course, you hid the truth from him, merely riding along, which turned out to be quite easy as he was the type of person to fill up the silence if he sensed that his companion was not in the mood to initiate the conversation. He did not question your “weird” actions either, which was admittedly quite sweet of him, too much that you began to feel guilty for hiding something from him.
Even if he did notice your odd behaviors, he would not have realized that you were a soul from another world–or that you had merged from the one that was currently occupying the “You” from this world. This curiosity, however, would probably be too much for you and you’ll end up sharing it to your husband. It did take a long while until you felt comfortable about it though, but unlike your expectations, he takes it quite well.
“I see… so that was why you were acting quite strange that day. But I assume you had gotten back all your memories now? Then, I suppose your soul from this world probably merged from your soul from the other world.”
“Tell me, how is it like? To have memories of two worlds?”
“You are truly special, my love. I suppose even the higher beings who had arranged such a circumstance had seen the beauty of your two souls,” he says so with a gentle smile and a soft caress on your cheek, “I must say… I am beyond grateful to have you in my arms still.”
CHILDE / TARTAGLIA
When you woke up, you were beyond horrified… You thought you were dreaming.
By the time you came to, your gazes landed on worried glances sent your way, all of them wearing unusual clothes and faces you could barely even think existed in real life. (From what you remember, you weren’t in a cosplay convention with Fatui cosplayers all around you—though where did they buy those? They looked hella real.)
You screamed before you could even realize that you were in the world of the game you were playing. Of course, that possibility was the least in your mind, only to come up with the conclusion once you saw his face and heard the others call his name.
“Lord Harbinger Tartaglia… I think they are in a state of shock. This might be a result of the… attack that they had encountered before you had come to save them, b-but fear not! The healers had done a good job to check if there are any injuries and there weren’t many that proves to be fatal.”
You were attacked?, you began to think to yourself, trying to remember anything, but…
Nothing seems to be ringing a bell at all!
That was until…
You saw him reaching his hand out to you, his intense gaze glued to yours, almost as if… he was asking you if he could hold your hand. Without voicing out anything, you let out a small nod, and it seems that your intuition was right. He reaches out to you and before you could even internalize what he was doing, you found yourself gasping upon the ring that he so easily slipped on your finger, almost as if… they were yours.
“I found it near where we found you… I…” he trails off, and the astonishment you had vanished almost suddenly upon hearing the voice of the ginger breaking off on its own…
You have never seen him like this.
“I thought I had lost you.”
The voice inside your head sounded a lot like you, and so does the gripping pressure on your chest–a sort of feeling you get when you had failed over something back in the real world. Now, the question lies… which one is the real world, even?
You did not tell him the truth. Despite the guilt that you felt, a nagging feeling inside of you told you that you shouldn’t–not because of your selfishness, but because of the fragility of the body that you occupied.
He kept you well protected. No one from the Fatui originally knew about you, but now that they had seen their Harbinger let out tears and slip a ring on your finger, they now do.
Childe, it seems, had always been afraid that you would leave him for his identity–it was not to the point that he showed you this every day, but it was just a feeling–one that the “you” from this world seemed to have felt as well, according to the memories in your head.
And so, you shall keep this secret for as long as you can. Because even with the underlying fact that no secrets can be left unturned, this one, you prayed will never be.
AETHER
You woke up with a beaming and rather… annoying voice. One that you felt was quite familiar. And as soon as your eyes fluttered open and the haze in your gaze faltered you felt like you were dreaming.
“Paimon? Is that…”
“Oh, look! Traveler, they’re awake!” the little flying fairy shouts–very much like how she would in the game… wait.
Your eyes blasted wide open and your body reflexively sat up and backed away. As if the world wanted to surprise you even more, the face of the character you had been playing with all this time comes right in front of you, eyes glazed with worry as he tries to reach his hand out to you.
“Wait, you’re-!”
The words, however, die down from your mouth the moment his hand touches your arm.
As soon as you “remembered”, you stiffened upon his touch and the “memories” got cut off as soon as he instinctively felt your discomfort, however, you're reaching back to him was beyond your plans, lacing his fingers with your own, each second triggering a scene play in your mind. Then that specific scene made you stop in your tracks and gasp.
“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Paimon questions, her eyes sparkling with the same look as Aether’s, “Did the Traveler and you have a lover’s quarrel?? Or wait… should we call it a marriage quarrel now? Oh no! You two… you better talk it out! Traveler, are you sure you didn’t do anything to make Y/n mad at you? I’m not siding with you if that’s the case!”
You were still trembling from the initial shock (or shocks at this point), but refused to let go of Aether’s hand–my god, is he truly your spouse now?! Secret spouse, even! How was it possible??? Everyone knew of the traveler but no one knew of you. You have all the memories to prove it but…
“Wait… don’t let go,” you frowned when he attempted to pull his hand away, insisting that he should check if you were injured or hurt somewhere, “I’m alright… just… surprised. I had a bad dream, ‘s all…”
If you do end up telling him about the truth, he’s quite reluctant at first, but does not push you away, rather, try to help you solve the issue as much as he can–even if it seemed impossible, with him, you felt that it was indeed the opposite.
“Aether… my soul is actually not from this world. Or at least… I remember it isn’t… but I also remember my memories here and I don’t know who I am anymore at this point.”
You bit your lip as you told yourself to shut up–how in the world will you survive now if he ends up abandoning you? And those matching rings on your fingers… it hurts to think that you’d have to abandon it if-
The dark thoughts vanish without a trace the moment you felt yourself wrapped around a familiar warmth, and even with the scenes of “memories” flashing in your mind like a never-ending maze, you found yourself easing up and leaning your weight onto Aether’s form.
“Sh… it’s alright… we’ll figure this out, ok? Y/n? You’re still Y/n… I’m sure of it.”
You silently nodded and buried yourself on his neck, realizing just how much your heart seems to ache for this person without you even meaning to.
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Okay fluffy Vox ramble:
•I’ve wrote a little before about how I love Vox’s hands and I’m a firm believer that he is the type of person who always has to be doing something with his hands when he’s talking.
•That being said, doing something with his hands on you-AND NOT IN A DIRTY WAY FOR ONCE
•He will trace his claws along your arm while you talk or vent about your day or while he’s talking. Hell trace shapes and his name, especially his name, all over your arms, your hands, your chest, your back, wherever he can reach where he’s laying.
•If your hair is curly he will twist the curls around his fingers, and if it not he will still twist it between his fingers
•He sometimes gets it tangled by accident especially if he like zones out listening to you or listening to himself talk-
•He’ll order you your favorite food when your tired and/or upset because who doesn’t like getting their favorite food when their upset?
•besides he’s got the money to spare-
•Sometimes if he’s in the mood and/or you have the energy to do it, he’ll give you his card and straight up sugar daddy your ass and say go crazy!!
•I’m a firm believer that Vox NEEDS a dom in his life for both soft and spicy moments, but I also am a believer that he has sugar daddy energy and tendencies, and when you’re not spoiling him with love and attention and praise (or degradation if he is in need of it), his spoiling you with…literally whatever you want-
•C’mon he’s a CEO of a company in Hell-he has money falling out of his ass with how much he works
•Speaking of which, if you come home one day having a shit day, and he comes home having a shit day too, if y’all don’t fuck it out; he’s pressing soft kisses to your temple, mumble how much he loves you and needs you…
•When he’s too tired and just needs you, he can’t hold up the walls and just says what he feels
•Plus he knows that hearing that stuff helps you feel better too and he absolutely melts when you tell him things like that back.
•Will actually make heart eyes up at you while you sweet talk him and say how much you love and adore him, how much you appreciate him and how happy he makes you. He’s just so soft when he’s tired and when he needs your sweet words and he loves making you melt with his words just as much.
~~~I hope this helps you feel better Bimbo cuz your writing always helps me feel better when I have a bad day so I’m more than happy to return the favor~~~
BONUS Lucifer fluff!!!
•Lucifer wraps his wings around you when you’re having a bad day
•He just holds you close and wraps his wings around you like a warm blanket, while he combs his fingers through your hair and tells you how amazing you’re doing and how proud of you he is, and how much he loves you and appreciates you for all you do
•He knows you pour your heart and soul into him always, there’s no way in Hell he’s going to miss a opportunity to pour his all back into you too <3
THE CURLY HAIR THING MADE ME SMILE BECAUSE I HAVE CURLY HAIR 😭🫶
anyways you did very good with these, probably my favorite I RLLLLY appreciate it
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WE’RE BORN AT NIGHT
- in which you hold johnny cade like water, or, christ, you hold him like a knife (you’re worried that your touch brings up unpleasant memories for your boyfriend, but he feels differently. johnny cade x gn!reader, angst -> fluff but still bittersweet bc there’s nothing you can really do but hold him, yes this is based off of who we are by hozier because i am a heathen for the irish man).
word count: 1,022
a/n - my first johnny piece and the first piece that i’ve done in actual months 🥹 this is likely not my comeback though and i’m sorry for that 😭 i will always write and i will probably post most of it, but life has been rocky for me lately and my available free time reflects that. in any case, i hope you enjoy my short return (there will inevitably be more as i work things out), and plsss talk to me about the outsiders and literally anything else because i will most definitely love to hear it.
It’s not often that Johnny Cade comes knocking at your door, despite the fact that he’s been your boyfriend for three months now. He never wants to put you out, he says, but when he shows up with a black eye and hand-shaped bruises on his arm, you usher him inside as quickly as you can.
“What happened?” You murmur, eyes scanning over his injuries.
“Just my old man again.” He hesitates. There’s a sharp edge to his words, like they cut his mouth just to say. “Look, I shouldn’t have come.”
You cut him off, tone brimming with concern. If he doesn’t feel safe with you, with staying at your house when his is dangerous, then you need to try harder to keep his quiet heart intact. “You can always come.”
“I know. I mean, the gang’s all out at a party ‘n I guess I just didn’t know where else to go.” He shifts his stance uncomfortably as you hand him two bags of frozen vegetables. “As much as you say you want me here, I know there are some places where I ain’t welcome.”
You would kill his parents if you could. Fuck, you would send them straight to Hell without a second thought. Anyone that truly knew what was going on in that house would. All you can do, though, is take care of him as well as you’re able to.
“I promise, you’re welcome. More than anyone or anything else. I need you here, when things are rough and when they aren’t. Tell me you’ll come when you can.” You speak.
He looks so beautiful in this light, despite everything. You love him so badly that your heart aches from just the movements of his sad brown eyes. “I will.”
“Good.” You smooth down the collar of his jacket, making careful, delicate movements. You fear that if you go a hair too close, he will shatter like the glass bottles thrown at him. “Let’s go to my room, okay? My parents won’t be home until later. We can get you some rest.”
There’s a small part of Johnny that detests himself for holding you back. You could be doing greater things than pressing a wet rag to his forehead, and yet, you stay. You always stay. No matter how horrible the situation, you stay with a pinky linked around his and a warmth so hopeful he thinks he might implode every time he feels it.
You pull your thick blankets over him, uncaring of his grease and the slightly grungy clothes rubbing against your bedsheets. If he needs you, and god, does he look it, you will always be there.
You’re facing him in bed, hands outstretched to card through his hair, but they don’t make contact. His eyes are lightly closed. You wish you could just touch him, hold his hands between your fingers and warm your feet against his calves. There’s some sort of unbreakable barrier between you when you feel that your every movement could send him spiraling into memories of an unkind fist. And yet, an unconscious twitch sends your leg just a centimeter forward to touch his. If you think real, real hard about it, you might have felt him jolt.
“I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable, Johnny.” You whisper, shifting your legs so they’re no longer against him. “I’m real sorry. I know sometimes you don’t like that kind of stuff.”
“No.” He starts, opening his eyes. The rasp in his voice makes your heart sting like a bee’s last breath. “I like it, I mean, I think I do.” His gaze turns towards yours again, brimming with a kind of beautiful emotion, and his fingers move towards your sleeve. “It kinda… it tells me a bit that fingers ain’t always gonna ball up in fists and a palm against my cheek don’t have to hurt.” He breathes. You stare at him. He likes it? Lord, he likes it, and you like it, and you will die if you cannot swathe your entire body around him like you’re trying to keep him together. “‘S like you hold me like water, or, I dunno, a knife. Real gentle and secure n’ such.”
You travel the distance between you, tenderly wrapping your arms around his midsection. He pulls you closer, and suddenly, you feel complete.
If he was being honest, Johnny thinks you saved him. His whole life, he chased and chased the peace that evaded him every second of every day. Like a dog, kicked and dark-eyed, he put his nose to the ground and simply smelled the greater things on the horizon. They were out of reach to him, the silence just barely kissing the tip of his head before dancing so far away he couldn’t reach it if he sprinted. But you, God, you gave him everything he could ever want.
When merciful you came waltzing into his life, he thought nothing could ever be quite so horrible again. You have a forgiving hand and a quiet smile, laced with words that tickle his cheeks rather than grinding him into the earth. When he can reach out to you, gripping your warm arm like a lifeline, everything makes sense. He wouldn’t give that up for the world. He drinks in the affection you give him like sand in a bone-dry desert, and the thought that you could ever be worried about how much you love sets his heart ablaze.
“I’m glad.” You whisper. He can feel your breath against his shirt, and it makes him shiver in a pleasant way. “I love you.“
His breath hitches, heart picking up its pace, as he gently buries his warming face into the top of your head. “I love you too. And… and if you’re here, I want to be here forever.”
He squeezes you just a little bit, just enough to let you know that he never wants to let you go.
“Then I’m never leaving.” You smile. He smiles back, and for the first time that night, he thinks that he might be able to do more than just survive.
#solar eclipse.#johnny cade x reader#johnny cade#johnny cade headcanons#the outsiders#the outsiders fanfiction#the outsiders fandom#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders hcs#fanfic#angst#fluff
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✮﹒🧊﹐MIDORIYA IZUKU + ‘MINE, HM? ALL MINE.’
﹐♡﹒featuring : midoriya izukuuu ♡
﹐♡﹒infos : nsfw content below the cut // mdni , fem!reader, jealousy sex, drunk sex (both are drunk), reader is an attention seeker, brat-taming, heavy degradation??, choking, spanking, hickeys, ruined orgasm, mean!izuku, breeding, literally my first nsfw work 😭 ♡
﹐♡﹒summary : him being a jealous and possessive little guy ♡
your husband is a busy man. he leaves early in the morning and comes back late in the night. you could barely see him in a week. you were left alone all day, thinking about him, craving his touch and affection. izuku was addicting, and it was clear that you wasn’t getting enough of him.
when he came back home, you had hope he could cuddle with you, watch a little movie or even eat dinner with you, but he was always too tired. your texts from him was full of ‘i’ll be home late don’t wait for me’ or ‘i’ll miss dinner tonight’. you were honestly fed up.
but this evening, you wanted things to change. mina organised a little party between old yuei students, izuku was obviously going to see his classmates again and see how they grew. you were going with him, and you had so many plans for the night.
the clock showed 7:15 PM, you were getting ready in the bathroom putting your make-up on. you wore a tight red dress that would embrace your shapes beautifully. you felt so pretty.
“darling, we have to go.” his tone was so cold and tired, almost broke your heart. but oh, was he handsome. seeing him would make you clench your thighs instantly, whatever he did to you, it was so bad.
you just nodded and followed him to the car. and of course, all the way to ashido’s house was made in silence. if it wasn’t that muffled and slow song from the strokes.
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the party had now begun 1 hour ago, your husband was slowly drinking and chatting with tenya, glancing at you few times. but there was the entertainment — denki was telling several jokes and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. the way you looked at the blondie smiling and waiting for the next joke, he saw it. you felt his gaze on you and you loved every second of it. you started getting touchy with denki, his hair, his arms, his shoulders. each touch very slight but so noticeable.
denki tried to spice up things and asked “hey y/n, wanna play something fun?”. your husband perfectly heard what he said, he was glaring at you two with his dark green eyes. his stare would make you giggle, but you were still staring at denki. as izuku picked up the pace of drinking shots, he looked carefully at you, rage filling his body. the veins on his arms and hands were about to pop, as he bit his lower lip to calm down.
let’s be honest, your goal was to piss him off. i mean, why would he care if you flirted a little with another man, since he doesn’t give you the attention you need? so, with joy you agreed playing denki’s game. whatever alcohol game it was, you weren’t really paying attention but 5 shots were in front of you. you just knew what you had to do, drink as fast as you could. you took all the five shots in 10 seconds and everyone applauded as you drank it all. everyone except ur husband.
mina did the same, denki, hanta and ochaco tried but failed. it was your turn again with 6 shots, then you added 7 shots and you reached your limit. you couldn’t drink anymore as you felt your legs shaking, and your vision being blurry. you walked towards izuku who already stood up to leave.
“wait!.. izuuu” you ran after him as he got into the car. you did the same and you could see that he was really, upset. he didn’t even looked at you once. you could tell he was drunk too, with how red his cheeks was, how messy his hair was and that look in his eyes would make you regret how you acted.
he started the car, and turned off the music. he started driving fast, a little too fast. you hated going fast in cars, and he knew how much.
“izu, slow down.. you know i hate when you drive fast” he didn’t listen to you. “i..- i think you drank a bit more than me, wouldn’t it be better if i drive?” you asked, literally scared for your life.
“you don’t trust me, honey?” as soon as he talked , it ran shivers down your spine. his low and husky voice made you flustered, if it wasn’t the alcohol driving you insane. “i do izu, i trust you.”
few minutes passed and he spoke again, “had fun?” tightening his grip on the wheel, letting you see his veins. “yeah, you didn’t?” “y/n. don’t take me for an idiot, you know what i’m talking about. did you had fun acting like a fucking slut?”
drunk izuku was far, far again so far from the usual izuku. you played a dangerous game, making him upset. “i’m talking to you, y/n.” he said again, his breath being slightly heavy. “w..what do you mean?” you wanted to disappear suddenly. he chuckled, a nervous laugh. “i saw you with denki, it’s been few days since we haven’t done anything so now you’re looking for other mans? my wife’s being slutty now huh?” he grinned, as he saw you flustered and squeezing your thighs together. you could search for an hour or more for a reply to that but you wouldn’t find one.
“you really want to shame me mh? you want that on the news, don’t you? deku’s wife being a bitch in heat.” he tsk and shook his head in disappointment, “n-no..” you mumbled, you hated yourself from stuttering at this moment. he was being so vulgar, it wasn’t like him. but something in your lower tummy was screaming for more.
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you both arrived at your house and left the car. you struggled to walk straight. izuku closed the door of the house as he entered last. he looked at you with a serious face, his eyebrows down and his eyes almost opened. you wouldn’t dare to move. he walked towards slowly. each step of his made your heart jump. when he arrived in front of you, it was like he took all the breath you had away. you started panting slightly. he grabbed your chin and leaned closer to your face, as if he would give you a kiss but he stopped when he judged he was too close.
“do i need, to remind you who you belong to?” he slowly whispered, you could feel his breath on your lips. he was driving you insane, you needed him. you nodded shamelessly. he slightly smirked. his hand before on your chin, went down your neck and squeezed it.
“i’m wondering if you deserve a kiss right now, honey.” he was smiling at you struggling to breathe, that was his favourite view and obviously yours too. “please?” oh girl, you were down bad. he giggled, his innocent and friendly laugh was now sounding like mocking. “nah, you’re not getting a kiss. i only kiss my wife, not bratty little sluts like you, understood?” he whispered in your ear as he let go of the grip on your neck. “i wanna hear you, y/n.” he commanded, “yes deku..” you replied in low voice. “that’s it, baby. against the wall and turn around, let me see the pussy you wanted to give denki.”
you did as he told you, you couldn’t help but smile as you heard a hint of jealousy in his voice. “you think it’s funny mh? making me upset, you like it when i’m mad at you, don’t you?” he grabs you by the waist and pushed down so you could arch your back. he lifted your dress and caressed softly your ass cheek and planted a kiss on your shoulder.
“you wore that tight fucking dress to drive me insane mh? tell me you wanted this to happen, you wanted me to get mad at you and treat you like a slut.” he said against your shoulder, leaving a hickey on it. “i .. i wanted you to get mad-..” “louder.” he slapped your ass cheek, so hard you almost screamed. “fuck izu.. i wanted this to happen! i wanted you to fuck me like you used to..” you admitted, or maybe the alcohol made you admit it. “then if you wanted me fuck you like a whore you could’ve just asked, you didn’t have to make me so fucking mad y/n.” he whispered in your ear, bruising your hip with his grip.
you heard his belt coming off, his zipper going down and the fabric of his pants brushing against his thighs. his pants were going down as he freed his cock. he pushing your panties to the side. “soaking wet, aren’t you? who made you this wet, baby? tell me.” he asked, drawing circles on your clit with his middle finger. your whimpers and the wet sounds of your cunt were quick to fill the room. “y-you did!you made me this wet izu..-” “aw really angel? you want me to do something about it?” he questioned rhetorically, you quickly replied “y-yes! izu please..”.
“tell me who’s cock do you want inside you, y/n.” he tapped his hard cock against your pussy few times and teased your folds. “yours! i want your cock, izu.. please please..” you begged, as you pushed yourself on his dick to put it in. he chuckled, “fine, since you asked so nicely.”
he slowly goes inside and make you moan his name. it sounds like sweet music to his ears. he goes deep, so deep you could literally feel him. he started fucking you, and he kept his promise. he was fucking you like a slut. deep and hard strokes, the noises of your ass clapping against him was so loud in the corridors. he grabbed your waist tightly and went feral. izuku has always been vocal in bed, but drunk izuku was worst — or better — he was shameless.
izuku reminded you how much stronger he was than you with each thrust. “who’s the one who makes you feel this good, baby? who else can fuck you this good ? .. f-fuck.. you’re so tight y/n.” he tells you, going faster. “a-ah! only you.. c-can make me feel this good..! izu.. ‘m so close.. don’t stop please..” he chuckled then slowed down, fucking you with his tip only. “it’s cute thinking that brats like you deserves to cum. i’m not making you cum tonight, not even once you hear me?” you whined as you heard him, you were so desperate you just did whatever you could “i’m..- i’m so-sorry izu.. i’m sorry please! please i need to.. i need to cum..” you were out of breath, your legs were shaking like crazy and your clit twitching literally talking in morse codes.
“you’re gonna.. ah.. you’re gonna behave like a slut again? you’re gonna make me upset again, princess?” he asked, still thrusting into with his tip only, leaving you frustrated. “no izuku! i won’t, i-i’ll be good i promise!” you almost shouted, bringing your ass back so you could take him all the way inside. “nuh-huh baby, if you wanna cum that’s how you’re going to cum. on my tip, slowly.. just like that.. don’t you dare moving an inch y/n.”
like the good girl you wanted to be, you just arched your back and took his tip. tears of frustration ran down your cheeks. you were on the edge, so close. without realising, your eyes went shut when your ruined orgasm came into your body. you moaned quietly, “that’s it y/n, that’s how little brats gets off. you did so good.. but i’m still a little.. mad at you.”
right after you came, he pounded your pussy even harder than before. he was back at fucking you hard like a whore. “ah! deku.. it-it’s too muchh..” your words fell on deaf ears, he didn’t care at all. he even grabbed and pulled your hair fucking himself deeper into you. you couldn’t think straight, you were his brain dead little girl.
“i’m gonna fill you up, my love..” he whispered, loud enough for you to hear it. once again, he kept his promise. you felt him filling you up deep inside with his semen. “fuckk baby.. you’re mine, hm? all mine.” “yes deku” ♡
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEKUUU 🤭
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blessing
megumi fushiguro x gn!reader
you and fushiguro talk about names
content: nothing, light mentions of blood
an: your consolation prize - a megumi draft while I edit you belong with me gojo. if your name has a meaning, im sorry it doesn't anymore.
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“Do you think names are important, Megumi?”
Megumi flutters his eyes open and squints in the dark to direct his gaze to you. You’re splayed right against his bare chest, nimble fingers drawing indiscernible shapes onto his skin. He knows you can’t sleep after missions, which is the only reason he allows your needless rambling at four in the morning.
“Is this another of those angel sign things Nobara taught you?” he groans, lifting a hand to place it in your hair, the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting into his space.
“It’s angel numbers and astrology signs.” you respond, lightly nudging him with your elbow.
“That stuff isn’t real.”
“Maybe not Megs, but it’s fun to think about.”
You look over at him and Megumi can feel his heart thumping in his chest, your expectant eyes staring at him as you wait for a response. And he hates that your stupid eyes always make him give in.
“Okay, fine. Tell me.”
You grin and readjust yourself so you’re propped up on his chest, so you can get the perfect vantage point of the grumpy face he’s going to make at you.
“Some people think names have power. Like, depending on what the meaning of your name is, that can affect how you act and who you are and stuff.”
He frowns, reaching forward to flick you on the forehead, before grabbing your hand and resting your knuckles against his lips.
“So you’re saying, if we named our kid asshole, he’d be an asshole?”
“Our kid would be an asshole because you have an attitude problem. Not because we named him asshole.”
He rolls his eyes, reaching forward to pinch your cheeks.
“But think about it, Megs. For example, Yuu’s name means relaxed and caring. Don’t you think that fits him?”
“Itadori is anything but relaxed, Y/N.”
“Okay, well. It’s half true. Nobara means thorny. Doesn’t that compliment her cursed technique?”
“Uh huh. I still don’t buy it.”
“Or Gojo-sensei. Satoru means understanding, like enlightenment. He’s literally the strongest sorcerer.”
Megumi wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up closer to burrow his face into your neck. He loves the smell of your shampoo, of your flowery perfume - but loves it even more when he can smell it on himself the next day.
“You talk too much, Y/N.”
“Do you know what your name means Megumi?”
“No. I’ve never really thought about it.”
“Your name means blessing.”
Megumi has never wondered about his name or what it means. All he knows is that when he was younger his dad and Tsumiki’s mom disappeared one day, leaving the two of them alone. That is until Gojo showed up.
And unlike you, he’s never really thought about these things. Star signs, Enneagram personality types, birth charts, angel numbers. According to you, they’re little signs - from the celestials, the universe, something out there bigger than you two.
Granted, he knows you’re being silly. That you don’t really believe it. But he can’t help but wonder. If his parents saw him and picked out the perfect name. Or if they saw a baby book and closed their eyes and pointed till they found one they liked. If they named him blessing, because they thought he was one.
If they were intentional in their love for him, like you have been for the past year, the two of you have been dating. You leave a glass of water on his nightstand, so he makes sure to drink water in the morning. Pick up his drycleaning when you’re on your way home, insisting that it’s no trouble and you’re already there. Tell him to throw pennies in fountains and make a wish just because.
“I think it fits perfectly, Megs.” you whisper, tracing a little star onto the side of his arm.
He doesn’t respond, his blue eyes focused on the ceiling above you too.
“I just mean. Gojo-sensei was probably really lonely after everything that happened with Getou. But you were around and he had you with him, so he wasn’t really lonely. And-and I know Yuuji appreciates being here with you and that he really admires you. Nobara too and-”
“Y/N.”
You think back to the mission, earlier today. And it keeps replaying through your mind, every time it’s quiet enough to think about it.
You let your guard down for a few seconds. A few seconds too many because when you and Yuuji turned around, he was on the floor - thick, red blood spilling out of his forehead. And really, if you weren’t busy discussing what souvenirs to buy on the way out, if you were paying attention, maybe you wouldn’t be the one dragging him back to Shoko’s and watching from a distance with such an intense guilt that it made your stomach burn.
“I think you’re a blessing too, y’know? Maybe I don’t say it all the time, but I do. I guess it’s just hard to say how you feel sometimes when…I don’t know, we could die tomorrow Megs and-”
Megumi brings his hand back up to your hair, brushing through the tangles at the back as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You know Megumi. His hand in your hair - to drop it, to let it go. The kiss on your head - that he’s already looked past what happened.
“What does your name mean, Y/N?”
“Dunno. Couldn’t really find it in the books or anything.”
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You wake up to the left side of the bed empty, the mattress cold and missing a Megumi shaped space. His glass has been drained on the nightstand, meaning he’d probably left already for breakfast. You quickly pad back to your own dorm and pull your uniform on, before joining them all for breakfast.
You join the three of them at the desk - already loudly arguing about god knows what. You place a hand on Megumi’s shoulder as you slide into the seat next to him, granting you a small smile from him. He places a hand on your thigh and squeezes, another one of Megumi’s silent messages.
You’re okay.
Nobara and Yuuji are holding up the name book you had looked at the day prior, Nobara pinching the end of his ear as they argue.
“This name thing isn’t true. You’re full of shit.” Yuuji complains, pushing the book towards you and Megumi.
You open up the book, already open to Yuuji’s name at the end of the book.
“Who the fuck said I thought it was true? It’s just fun to look at.” Nobara responds.
“Well, why did you bring it up? You’re acting like you’re connected with some celestial body shit but you’re just making stuff up.” Yuji responds, standing up.
The three of them stand up, packing up their things as they get ready to head to training on the field with the second years. You’re still stuck on the book - flipping through to check everyone’s names. Gojo, Shoko, Toge, Maki.
As you flip through the pages, you note a dark indentation on one of the pages in the middle, and quickly try to flip through to find it again.
“You coming?” Megumi asks, bag slung over his shoulder at the door.
“Yeah. I’m coming, give me a second.”
The three of them shrug as they walk out, their incessant chattering still heard from the window outdoors. You finally find the page and the dark blotches of writing at the bottom.
Someone’s written in the book, with a black marker. You recognize the handwriting immediately, Megumi’s freakishly neat handwriting inscribed in the book.
Y/N. Meaning: love or warmth.
You quickly shut the book and run out, where the three of them are already walking to class. Nobara and Yuuji are now peering over her phone, looking at god knows what, which you take as your opportunity to grab Megumi and lightly drag him back.
“Megs.”
“Hm?”
“Did you write in the book?”
He rolls his eyes, lightly nudging you with his elbows, as you guys keep walking on.
“No. I didn’t.”
“Yes. You did. I know your handwriting, idiot.”
“No. I didn’t. And even if I did, so what? The book was missing your name.” he responds, pinching his eyebrows as he looks at you.
“Okay. So you did write in it. But you can’t just give my name a meaning, we don’t even know if that’s true.”
“All words have made up meanings. If someone came up to us and told us that trees are actually called birds, we’d start calling them birds.”
“Okay but-”
“I decided. That’s what your name means. Because that’s what you are. Now, be quiet and focus on training.” he responds.
He drops your hand and walks past, stretching in between Nobara and Maki as the group of them start stretching out. He looks over and gives you a soft smile, the one he only reserves for you, and you can only think that you truly are blessed, to be loved by someone like him.
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Them as your Valentine
• OP Men HC • (Fluff)
Characters: Monster Trio, Usopp, Law
CW: some uggestive content, fluff, bit of humor
Cee’s Note: A bit late but Happy Valentine’s Day!!🫶🏽 Hope y’all had a wonderful Valentine’s.
Luffy
Didn’t even know Valentine’s day was a thing 😭
When he noticed you pouting and distant he was so confused until Nami practically smacked him and told him
After it was explained to him, Luffy would practically run all over the ship trying to find you
When he does find you he tackles you and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug
“Luffy what the-“
“Hehe will you be my valentine or are you still mad at me?”
Luffy won’t make big gestures but he definitely will be extra clingy and affectionate
Giving you lots of kisses and holding you close to him at all times
He will show you (more ways than one) how much he loves you 🥹
Zoro
Didn’t know that he still had to ask you to be his valentine even though you two were already together 😭
“Why do I have to ask? You’re my girlfriend”
“You still have to ask 😒”
“But why-“
“You don’t love me 😢”
Finally asked you only after you threatened to make Sanji your valentine 😭
Is knew to the whole romance thing so don’t expect huge gestures
At best he gave you flowers that he stole got from Usopp’s garden sgshdj
Even though it’s not much, he definitely will make up for it later that night in the bedroom 🤭
Sanji
Oh he was prepared for this 🤭
He asked you to be his valentine even before you even thought about it
The entire day feels like something out of a romance movie
He wakes you with heart shaped pancakes and a bouquet of flowers
Literally spent all his berries on gifts for you such as a neckace and a beautiful dress with shoes to match
After begging the rest of the crew to not interfere, he prepared a candle lit dinner just for the two of you
He is literally the perfect valentine and you were ready to get on your knees by the end of the night to show your gratitude 🌝
Usopp
Even though you two been a couple for a while, usopp still felt nervous asking you to be his valentine 🥺
He crafted a big heart spelling out “Be my Valentine” in his workshop for you
He also made you a bracelet he crafted himself
He may embellish a bit about the bracelet by telling his signature captain usopp stories sgdhdj
“Oh this isn’t an ordinary bracelet”
“Oh?”
“Yeah it was personally gifted to me from this queen from an island. It was a thank you for saving her kingdom by none other than I, the great captain Usopp!”
“🧍🏽♀️”
He’s lucky he is cute lol
Law
Just like Zoro, he doesn’t understand why he has to ask you to be his valentine when you two were already together
Even when you pout he still will think you’re being silly
You will practically give him the silent treatment all day and he acts unbothered by it but deep down he started to miss your presence while he worked
Will show up at your bedroom door when you least expect it with a sheepish look on his face and a book behind his back
After hesitantly taking the book, you were pleasantly surprised to find it filled with love poems
“Look on the back of the book”
You read it aloud:
“ ‘Sorry for being an ass. You mean so much to me. Even with your sass, my love for you will never flee.’”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the terribly written poem which caused Law’s cheeks to tint red, claiming he was a doctor not a poet shdhjddn
Nonetheless you gave him a kiss and spent the rest of your Valentine’s night under the sheets 😉
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||HOLD|| Written by me
Based on this pool results
Plot: Gojo holds baby Hotaru and something unexcepted and wholesome happens.
Tags: Gojo x Anon,heartwarming,cute,fluff,Gojo being an affectionate dad,first word
“Me? Hold him?” Satoru’s tone turns amused. He smiles, then nods. “Of course”
He takes Hotaru from you, and the baby cooes in his father's arms. He’s so tiny, so delicate… so vulnerable.
Satoru grins, staring down at the baby. He knows how precious this child is. How fragile. He wants to protect Hotaru with every means possible. As he looks into the baby’s eyes, he can’t help but see himself.He stares at Hotaru’s soft, sleeping face for a moment, his breath catching at the baby’s gentle expression.
“He’s cute” Satoru murmurs, gently holding the baby to his chest. Hotaru, still groggy from sleep, rests his tiny head against his dad’s body as Satoru stares at his closed eyes, feeling a sudden urge to cry.
"Don't tell me that you're gonna cry again" You said holding a chuckle, your husband was too cute for his own good.
“Shut up.” Satoru whispers, his voice breaking and throat tightening, trying to hold back tears for the millionth time. “He’s so goddamn cute… I can’t…” His eyes are glistening, on the verge of tears, as they fall onto the sleeping baby in his arms. He laughs softly “God, you’ve got no respect for my feelings…” He chuckles again, wiping away the tears.
Satoru sighs, wiping away any tears that threaten to appear. “God damn it… I’m just thinking of how adorable this baby is. Look at him” He leans down slightly and kisses Hotaru’s tiny forehead, making the baby move his head slightly without fully waking up.
“His big eyes and cute cheeks, that little smile, the way he just looks at me…” Satoru seems lost in thought and awe as his gaze wanders again. “I could just eat him up" He suddenly looks up after realizing what he just said. He’s just said something that makes it seem like he’s planning to eat Hotaru. “No, not… literally. I mean it as an expression” He clears his throat, trying to salvage the situation “Damn it. Just… You know what I mean.”
"jeez you're such a cutie when you acting like this? you really cant control yourself when you see Hotaru uh?"
“Don’t make fun of me…” He mutters, trying his hardest not to laugh at the situation. There’s some kind of strange power within this tiny baby. He can make his dad turn into a mush so easily. Satoru chuckles slightly at the situation, feeling utterly defeated in the face of his kid’s adorable cuteness. Then Hotaru yawns as he woked up “Aw… he’s awake” Satoru grins at the tired expression on Hotaru’s face. “You were having such a cute sleep, little guy” He kisses Hotaru’s forehead again, causing the baby to smile slightly before his lips curl into an "o" shape and he lets out a soft yawn. Hotaru cuddles up to Gojo’s chest and snuggles deep against it, as if craving the feeling of warmth. Satoru looks down as his son buries himself in his chest and sighs.
“This is your new favorite spot, isn’t it, Hotaru?” He whispers softly, kissing his head as the baby’s tiny face nuzzles into Gojo's chest with a tiny sigh.
“Dadda…” Hotaru makes a small attempt to pronounce the word, the tiny voice coming out as a series of gibberish that nevertheless fills Satoru’s heart with so much joy his eyes glaze over.
“You… You said it… You said it…” Satoru almost breaks into tears as he continues to caress the baby, holding him close to his chest.
"yeah! that's right that's your dadda" You said happily and stunned as you picked up Hotaru "and im you're mama can you say M-a-m-a?"
Hotaru’s tiny mouth tries to form the word “mama” but fails in the process. His lips pucker and his face scrunches up as he tries to pronounce the word multiple times. “Ma.. Ma…” Hotaru tries again, but as he struggles, he gets flustered and lets out a series of unintelligible sounds, ending with a frustrated whine.
Hotaru’s attempts at pronouncing the word “mama” only gets the little baby more frustrated. He continues to struggle at it, scrunching up his tiny face and letting out more frustrated whines.
Eventually, he buries his head against his father’s chest, almost as if he’s trying to hide himself because he’s embarrassed about failing.
Satoru gives the baby a gentle smile as he holds him close to his chest, rubbing his back softly. He feels the baby tense up as he buries his head into his chest, but his smile only grows.
“It’s okay, little guy. Don’t feel bad! You said “Dadda…” even if you’re not able to say mama just yet” He laughs, kissing Hotaru’s head as the baby tries to hide his face even further but Hotaru ends up wailing feeling frustrated and overwhelmed "oh no no no no baby" You said as you immediatly picked up Hotaru trying to make him calm down.
Hotaru’s wails become even louder, as he gets overwhelmed by the entire situation. As soon as you pick him up, he latches on to your hands tight, burying his face against your shoulder and wailing even louder. Satoru’s eyes widen at the intensity of the cry.
"do you have his pacifier with you?" you asked looking at Gojo and Satoru pulls the pacifier out of his pocket, having brought it with him to make sure Hotaru wouldn’t have any problems calming down.
He grabs the pacifier and gently places it in Hotaru’s mouth, and like magic, the baby calms down instantly and sucks down his pacifier quietly.
Satoru’s lips curve into a faint smile as he watches his son calm down with ease. He breathes in and out, relieved that the baby stopped crying so suddenly. Hotaru snuggles against his mother’s shoulder, looking completely at peace with the pacifier in his mouth and his tiny arms wrapped around her neck.
The atmosphere is filled with a sense of calm and contentment. Satoru watches the whole scene, a smile appearing on his face as he watches Hotaru cling on to your neck.
Your husband is deeply satisfied with how peaceful the environment suddenly became.
He reaches a hand out to gently pat Hotaru's head, letting him know that everything was okay now.
"he really wanted to say mama too" You spoke tenderly "don't worry Hotaru you will someday"
Satoru chuckles slightly, hearing your tender reassurances. "He'll be able to soon, don't worry about it." The baby has calmed down completely, completely content with sucking on the pacifier. Satoru stares down at Hotaru, who gives you a tiny smile and reaches out his hands to your face. "He really wants to hold your face..."
You leaned down so that Hotaru can touch your face with his tiny hands feeling your features as he cooed
Hotaru’s tiny fingers explore every curve on your face, making soft “oo” and “goo” noises the whole time. Satoru’s eyes narrow just as he watches the cute interaction between mother and son.
“Yeah… He wants to feel your face. You’re really his favorite.” He smiles, as he watches Hotaru’s hands continue to explore your facial features.
Hotaru continues to explore your facial features for a few more moments, making cute “oo” sounds of contentment as he goes. Then, he leans his forehead on your face, feeling your skin with his own head and letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a sob and a giggle. He rubs his little head against your skin for a few good seconds before pulling back and letting out a tiny yawn.
“Okay… He’s *really* cute…” Satoru laughs, watching the baby thrash around as his mother continues to tickle his belly with no regard to his feelings of mercy. You’re enjoying yourself, that’s obvious, because this is the first time you’ve smiled in days. It’s infectious, and Satoru is smiling as well.
"Gosh you're the cutest,just like your dad" you exclaimed tickling Hotaru belly and Hotaru laughs hysterically as his mother tickles him, squirming and waving his hands around in a futile attempt to escape. This only causes Satoru to laugh as well, watching with amused eyes as the child tries to avoid your teasing.
Hotaru finally gives up and lets out a squeal as his mother gives him one final tickle before she pulls away. He’s laughing hard, completely red in the face and breathless. His mother’s teasing has him giggling for several moments after the end of the tickling and he seems very content.
“He really is a bundle of joy, huh?” Satoru grins, looking at Hotaru with the warmest eyes. The baby’s smile is infectious, and it’s almost impossible to not smile as you look at the little bundle of joy and wonder at his cuteness.
“Yeah, he really is.” You reply softly, stroking the baby’s head and feeling him rest his warm body against your neck. The baby gives you a slight smile, as if he can feel your loving touch. Your son already has you wrapped around his tiny fingers.
“It’s almost like he already has our hearts wrapped around his hands already, isn’t it?” Satoru chuckles, watching your expression soften as you lovingly stroke your baby’s head. The two of you have a very different dynamic now, but the warmth of that connection won’t ever go away.
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Done hope you like this and I'm sorry for the long wait but I was full with homework stuff 😅
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