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sintiva · 1 year

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COD MEN FAVORITE POSITIONS (AND SOME KINKS)

includes: könig, ghosty pooh and price

content: black fem!reader, penetrative sex, different positions, cream pie, slight power dynamics, hair pulling, nudes!, size differences, minor sub/dom themes, spanking (briefly hinted at), each individual has their own tags!

notes: FINALLY WRITING FOR VIDEO GAME CHARACTERS THAT DAY DREAM ABOUT DAILY😣 i feel like i just worked off a heavy load, please enjoy this though it was very short. i hopw with this i’ll feel more comfortable with writing for them, plus some more in the future! feedback is greatly appreciated 🫶🏽

KÖNIG > missionary ☺️

| könig loves this position for many reasons, but his biggest reason for pinning your legs up by your chest, folding you in all the right ways, is because he absolutely adores looking at your face during sex. your praise, soft coos and gorgeous expression’s makes his cheeks burn out of embarrassment and how easy you make it to lust for you.

…“a little harder,” you pant and plead with the heavy man on top of you. könig has sharp ears and everything you say is responded to in little to no time. he’s come to learn that when you ask for it harder, you don’t mean fast and hard, but slow, and really sensual.

he realizes that he loves this position so much, because he loves seeing how much of his dick you can take, and he loves insatiable the both of you become.

his hips swing down harder, it’s skin to skin. your pussy takes all of him, but not without a little resistance. not without him knocking the air out of your lungs. your pants grow louder, and your body is getting pounded into the mattress with each of his thrust. you can feel him all in your stomach, placing all his weight into each individual thrusts. he’s itching to hear something though, forgetting that he’s fucking you absolutely senseless.

sometimes he hates that he likes this position so much, because when he ends up fucking you harder, listening to your every command— you lose all ability to respond. he’s fucking you relentlessly. making your body tremble, the words you can manage, rarely make sense; everything’s slurred. “come on, y/n? is’t good?”

“gimme something, please?”

he gives you those sweet, innocent puppy eyes of his. soft, warm kisses to your lips — that he ends up tugging on cause he loves, loves, loves your lips and how they make him feel… during other activities.

“‘s goo’” you mumble, your finger nails dig into the skin of his back, and you squeezing him in all the right places. könig grows so overwhelmed during missionary with you, he gets so loud and whiny. your pussy is the perfect fit, every ridge gets a feel, he scratches that itch so sweetly — he’s in so deep and won’t pull out. is the absolute king of ‘i tried to, really, i did, i just couldn’t you felt too good.” let’s not talk about how embarrassed he gets either, and how much he loves letting every single drop of cum empty out of his balls right into your pussy. do

and his eyes.!.!..!.!.!. puppy eyes all through missionary omg 🥺 <<< looks at you like that when you beg for his strokes to be not so deep

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GHOST > doggy/backshots, asphyxiation, little bit of brat taming

| myself, personally, thinks that simon’s favorite position doggy. there’s something enticing about seeing how your ass and thighs ripple from each thrust, and hearing the sound of skin clapping together. and he definitely likes ass, no questions asked. him and his buddy price who i will get to next☺️

…simon has some obsession with being in control of many things. he needs answers, solutions and plans that keeps him in charge. but all that kinda goes away during sex. sex with you ends up being different. first your snobby, giving him attitude, then you’re begging for his attention, and then somehow you end up crying because he tends to get really aggressive and dominant when it comes to sex.

so it’s taken quite a while to find out how the both of you could find some common ground during the deed; which just so happened to be learned when you both tried doggy.

it keeps him grounded, the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips, being able to pull your hair, and all the ways he can finesse your body and make you feel just how pent up being GHOST gets him. hanging with dudes all day, and getting soft core nudes/videos from his s/o doesn’t make his days any easier. which explains why he comes through the door fuming, a bulge you can clearly see through his work pants and an irreversible silence.

he’s all big, strong, hot, an overwhelming and brute full man. he rarely gives you time to think, he’s pulling you onto his lap, tossing whatever spoon of food you have into the sink, parting your legs and stuffing two fingers into your mouth. then he’s filling you up with them. he’s stirring your insides with his fingers, just enough to get you wet and prepped, because every time you have sex with ghost, it feels like he’s reaching your throat. it feels like he’s stretching you out for the first time, “s-simon.”

“don’t.”

AND HE’S LITERALLY CHOKING YOU. thick fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, tears streaking your eyes, yet, you’re getting wetter on his fingers. he love’s that look in your eye when you start to get a little dizzy. eyes rolling into the back of your head, and you’re so close to cumming on his fingers. don’t ask me why, and if i get into it i will lose my mind.

and little you just loves to tease. you like to cry and act all innocent when he’s getting ready to put it in. he lines up his tip, and he’s literally throbbing, his dick feels like it’s ready to burst. just thinking of putting it in makes him squeeze your ass a couple of times, but then you’re always moving around or shying away from it. he’ll spank you a couple times, “stop acting like a fucking brat, or i’ll fuck you like one.”

“mhmm,” one wiggle of your hips, “do it then.”

a mission he never takes lightly. your face is stuck in your pillow, moaning and whining as he fucks you like a slut. one foot up on the bed, your ass all up in his hands, your back hurts from how deep your arch is, but you find it physically impossible to deny how good it feels. on top of that it doesn’t take long for him to cum — in this position, but it takes him a while to get burnt out. which causes long nights of sex, and love making, and it leaves you bruised and fussy for the next couple of days until your begging for more, which is a common reoccurrence.

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CPT. PRICE > reverse cowgirl, daddy kink 🪖

| now listen… price loves when his partner is in control of sex, not because he’s submissive, but he likes when you control your pleasure, and he’s a man who loves to please. just lay him down, hop on top and you won’t here the end of it, and he likes it in reverse cause he gets to play with your ass while you ride him.

“who’s daddy’s good girl?”

“m-me.”

you sniffle, ruby red lip stick smeared all over your cheeks — puffy sore eyes from so many tears that bled black from your mascara.

“good girl, keep riding daddy’s dick just like that.”

he plops his hand down right on your ass, with one hand gently positioned behind his head as he falls in love with the view of your ass completely swallowing up his dick with each bounce of your hips. pussy managing to accommodate his girth, how’d he get so fucking lucky.

price is one helluva man, and he truly adores making you overstimulate yourself til you’re twitching on his cock, sensitive and bruised all over. every inch of you, from the fluff of your hips, to the dips in your back. when he’s doing anything, really, he likes to keep his hands on his pretty baby at all times, and he stands by that. it’s full on princess treatment with him.

but back to this position, price will gently tell you how he wants it, he’s a totally different man when he’s talking to you, but is nurturing about it. “let me help you, princess, gimme your hands.”

you pull your hands from his thighs and extend them backwards, and he will literally pull them back. hips pistoning up into you, carving his shape into you till you feel numb. it’s tiring, but he’s a soldier who’s done work far more excruciating. the moment he has your hands threaded among his own, your ass his big meaty thighs, that he definitely loves to see you sitting on, connect over and over. the sound of wet smacking, ‘plat plat’ ringing through out the room.

heeeee adores it! and will never not have sex without letting his favorite girl sit on her throne and take a sweet ride.

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dark-night-hero · 1 year

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i love the imagine u wrote where zhongli would give us up for the world 🥹🥹 and it got me thinking:

what if the reader gets incarnated to the current timeline we have and meets zhongli again? they don’t have the past memories but somehow zhongli feels familiar for them. Z thinks this era is the right time for him to take back the past and do things right so he spends time w them but he somehow finds out that reader has a lover (maybe another playable character). Z begins to asks questions abt their lover and idk how their convo would play out but I just imagine where reader gets a question where they answer with “i would give up the world for them (their lover)” and zhong is just hit with past memories and regrets wishing how he could have done things differently idk i j imagine it rly angsty 😭😭

Sorry to disturb but this has been on my mind i cant stop thinking abt it and i wanted to share 😭😭 Anyways, i look forward to more of ur works!! keep up the good work ur doing great 🥺🫶

: following zhongli (world > you)

Imagine how had Mor- Zhongli tried to get close to you, you who obviously was rather uncomfortable with his presence. And the only key to it was the traveller, the same old traveller that had help Liyue and Monstand and is now away on their venture in Inazuma. That being said, nowadays he had been keeping you company.

"You've been off since the departure of the Traveller." Zhongli spoke as he stand right beside you in the harbor.

"Really? I didn't notice." You have him a small smile.

"But I guess you're right, I've been missing the traveller so bad nowadays." You chuckle.

Imagine, at that very moment, Zhongli hoped he didn't not see you. Not when you're looking like that. Not when you're looking so soft, so lovely, obviously longing for someone, someone who definitely wasn't him.

Imagine the way his heart dropped to his stomach. The way his hand clenched around nothing before realising it. And after a few moments of silence.

"Do you.. Perhaps have feelings for the traveller?"

Imagine the way his voice shaken, obviously did go unnoticed by you. The way his amber iris were shaking, hoping and trying to deny reality as best as he can. He had hope for a chance. He knew this time, nothing can go wrong with the two of you. So he approached you, he tried to get close to you, he really did. But perhaps it was already too late, or was it? Did he even had a chance in this new persona he now possess?

"Honestly, I'm not sure myself." You chuckle.

"Or so I thought before the traveller left. Did you know? The traveller confessed to me, but Traveller also told me that they had so many things going on at the moment so.." As you look beyond the sea, you smile genuinely.

"I was wondering that in the world was the Traveller even thinking confessing and leaving me just like that, but now that I think about it. Its wasn't so bad."

Imagine the way you smile, the way your brush back your hair, trying to fix it upon the harsh breeze that have been messing with your hair earlier.

"If the world wants me dead, if the world see me as a threat, what would you do?"

"Huh?"

"What was the question that suddenly came into mind as soon as te Traveller confessed."

"What was the Traveller reply?"

Imagine the way you laugh, the way you smile genuinely as you recall the answer of that silly, adventurous, kind Traveller reply.

Imagine the way Zhongli kept staring at you, you who looked all refesh and happy, bright as you were before. Oh how much it hurts him he was no longer the reason why.

"How about a new world?"

"What?"

"I'll just have to take you to a new world. As you are already aware I wasn't from this world. All we have to do is to escape and find a new world where no one can take you away from me. Although my twin always somes first, I cannot afford to loose you, you know?"

"..." "(First name)? Are you o-?" "Pfff.."

"Did I say something funny?" "No.. hehe, I'm just.. I don't know." Was it relief that you felt?

Imagine the way you let out a sigh. Thinking about the Traveller only makes you miss them more. Perhaps you should have given the Traveller a reply back then but both of you agreed to put more thought into it and give them a reply upon coming back.

"Escape." It was just one word.

"I see." Zhongli replied, this time he looked away from you.

"If you don't mind me asking." "What is it?"

"If it's for the sake of the world, would you be willing to kill them?"

Imagine the way you once again let out a sigh, as you went quite only for a few moments, you face him and tug his sleeve.

"If that person meant the world for you, isn't that enough reason to be selfish?" You chuckle.

"Isn't a world without your beloved would only felt like a living hell?" You added as you never once look away from him.

"It goes on without saying that it's them over the world. That's how much they matter to me, that's how much I love them."

Imagine the way Zhongli chuckle and the way his lips form a bitter smile afterwards nevertheless, he agreed to you and eventually excuse himself. Leaving you all alone in the harbor, all waiting for the Traveller and not him. But it's alright, one way or another, he deserves this.

Imagine as Zhongli walks away from you, you stare at him and as you do so. He looks so lonely. But then you blink as a harsh breeze passes by, turning your look into the horizon, the sun was peacefully setting. How beautiful yet it left a bitter taste in your mouth in which you soon ignore.

"Escape huh."

Imagine, it's not like he did not think about it. But back then, the best choice was to kill you. But after hearing what you said, he starts to doubt if he did perhaps made a mistake, leaving regrets behind. After all, you were right. A world were he couldn't embrace you when you were right in front of him was like a living hell.

Imagine the way it was making him wonder if he was only a little bit selfish, if only he did not listen to the pleads of his people, his friends. If only he tried to find another way. If only he choses the other way. Would the two of you be happy and still together like you were back then?

He doesn't know, after all, those were the choices he didn't take. And this was the consequence he had to face.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: I think I strayed away from what was asked. Crap, did I do this right?

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wheeboo · 11 months

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tu es belle | yoon jeonghan

SYNOPSIS. in which you and jeonghan are invited to paris fashion week. PAIRING. idol!yoon jeonghan x idol gn!reader GENRE. fluff, secret relationship au, two suggestive lines if you *squint* WARNINGS. reader is wearing makeup, terms of endearment (angel, darling) WORD COUNT. 1.9k

requested by anon: hiii I have a request 🥺I was thinking about idol!oc x jh in Paris during a fashion week?👁️👄👁️ like they’re together and they were both invited 🫣

notes: secret relationship w hannie just hits different yk.

You close your eyes as the makeup brush makes contact with the crease of your eyelid, your hands fiddling nervously on your lap with the material of the outfit you wore. You shouldn’t have any reason to be nervous𑁋you have done these kinds of events plenty of times.

But the only reason you felt this way is because your own boyfriend was pretty much right under your nose. Even though the two of you arrived in Paris in separate flights at different times, the thought that you know he is here in the same hotel as you gives you a mixture of anxiousness and excitement. You love knowing that he is here, but at the same time, you can’t help but think at the risk of getting caught together.

Yet you can’t deny how much you’ve missed him. Your schedules have been filled to the brim and it’s been so long since you spent the day being in his arms, and risking your careers by going on dates together. There have been so many close calls, but somehow, fate had kept your secret intact. But now, being in such close proximity, the temptation to run to him the moment you lay eyes on him only grows stronger.

As the makeup artist finishes her work, you thank her and watch as she exits your room. The soft evening glow of the city of Paris filters through the large, lavish window, casting a natural warm ambiance throughout the hotel room. Soon, you would have to leave to attend Paris Fashion Week, where you would meet other celebrities and idols... as well as Jeonghan.

And speak of the devil, the moment you hear your phone ring, you run over to it instinctively, eyes lighting up to the sight of Jeonghan’s name.

“Hannie?” You lower your voice down, even though you were the only person in the room. “Are you alone right now?”

“I wouldn’t be calling if I wasn’t,” Jeonghan responds teasingly. “I miss you, angel.”

You settle yourself down at the edge of the bed, releasing a contented sigh. “I miss you more.”

“Are you all prepared and ready?”

You take a glance at yourself in the mirror, swaying your body from side-to-side to admire your outfit. “I am. Just finished doing my makeup, so you called at the right time.”

You swear you can see the smirk playing at his lips.

“Hmm, I wish I could be in your room right now, see how beautiful you look, take you all in for myself...” Jeonghan says, drawling his words out purposely. “but you know I also love surprises.”

You feel the heat spread throughout your face. He knows the effect he has on you. It never takes him long for you to be wrapped around his finger.

“You are just... a menace,” You murmur, but you know he hears you.

Jeonghan chuckles, the sound making your heart swell. “Can’t help it, angel. It’s so easy for you to take my breath away.”

Before you can respond, a knock at your door startles the words out of your mouth. And when you look down at the time displayed on your phone, you realise that it’s your cue to leave and probably Jeonghan’s too.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” You quickly say into the phone. “I love you.”

As you utter those words, you can imagine Jeonghan's warm smile on the other end of the line. "I love you too, darling. See you tonight.”

Hanging up, you let out a relieved breath before approaching the door, frowning at the bittersweet ache to your heart. When you finally open it, it reveals your manager who tells you that you need be down in the lobby in a few minutes.

You nod and swiftly grab the designer-branded bag that you were representing. The thought of seeing Jeonghan lingers in the back of your mind. Even though you can’t be seen fully interacting with him, you wanted to at least be close enough.

Following your manager down to the lobby, you feel the anticipation boiling. The sound of your shoes against the marble floor echoes through the corridor as you make your way downstairs. You notice the lively business outside, already seeing a multitude of cameras all clicking and flashing at a few celebrities and fashion icons before disappearing into the crowd. You try to look if you can see Jeonghan anywhere, but you have no luck. Gosh, where could he be?

As you near the entrance, you take in a deep breath and mentally prepare yourself for the onslaught of people coming your way. And the moment you step outside, you are immediately engulfed by a sea of flashing lights and fans trying to pry their way through.

“Y/N! You look so beautiful tonight!”

“Oh my gosh, is that really Y/N?”

“They look so elegant!”

The voices of the fans and photographers merge into a jarring abundance of white noise. You smile graciously to as many as you can, acknowledging their presence while staying focused on navigating through the chaos. The vibrant energy of the crowd buzzes around you as you find yourself breathing in the evening air of the bustling Paris streets.

Despite the chaos surrounding you, your heart still longs for a glimpse of Jeonghan𑁋just something, anything. You march through the crowd, and your eyes scan each face, hoping to catch sight of any familiar features. You know he is here. Somewhere.

Suddenly, nearing the entrance to the Carrousel de Louvre, you overhear voices calling out a familiar name.

“Yoon Jeonghan! Yoon Jeonghan!”

“Wow, he’s so much more handsome in person.”

It makes you come a halt, and you look back to see a frenzy of fans surrounding a figure heading slowly in your direction. And when your eyes catch sight of his familiar dark hair, you feel your heart skip a beat.

His outfit consists of all black: a chic, trendy oversized peacoat and some black pants and leather boots. Yet even despite the solid colours, he always manages to stick out of the crowd. His beauty is unmatched, and his aura radiated an ethereal charm that captivated the eyes of everyone around him. But he captured more than your eyes; he captured your heart as well.

As Jeonghan nears and you stay put in your spot, the two of you meet gazes, and for a split moment, the world around seems to fade away. A spark of recognition bursts in his face, and a soft smile plays at his lips as he takes in your beauty with his eyes in while coming closer.

Your thoughts tell you to approach him, to draw him into your arms for a heartwarming hug that you deeply cherished, but you both know you can’t do that. Not in front of all these people.

With a heavy heart, you muster a smile and give Jeonghan an acknowledging nod as he strides past you and inside the building, your shoulders slightly brushing against each other. It's a silent understanding between the two of you that you must maintain the façade at least until the end of the night.

Releasing a sigh, you wait a few moments before walking inside as well.

Inside the Carrousel de Louvre, the world transforms into a universe of high-class fashion and elegance. The grandeur of the venue makes you gasp as you take in the regal appearance of the runway. You sense the eagerness in the air as models, designers, celebrities, and other idols talk amongst each other, all ready for the showcase.

You find yourself talking and greeting a few recognisable faces, but not enough to strike a conversation. Plus, you were more focused on one task only: finding Jeonghan.

As you navigate through the sea of attendees, you realise everyone beginning to take their seats. You feel the panic arise as you try to look around for an available seat somewhere, but it didn’t help that other people were doing the same as you.

However, your eyes settle on an empty seat next to a familiar face. It's Jeonghan. The realisation hits you like a wave𑁋surprise and nervousness. Sitting next to Jeonghan would mean risking exposure, but jeez, how did every seat manage to be taken in a matter of seconds?

Letting the courage takeover, you approach the seat next to him, trying to remain composed despite the fluttering in your chest. You see the surprised look to his face once he turns his head and catches sight of you walking up to him. A knowing smile dances on his lips as he scoots over slightly to make space for you.

You sit down next to him, chest tense with nervousness but also a sense of relief. The proximity of him next to you sends a surge of warmth through your body.

Jeonghan glances curiously in your direction, leaning in ever so slightly to be able to whisper, “You look beautiful tonight.”

A blush rises to your cheeks as you meet Jeonghan's gaze for a moment before looking away.

“And... you look stunning tonight as well,” You reply shyly.

Jeonghan's eyes flicker with mischief. "We make quite the pair, don't we?"

Ever the tease, You think, shaking your head playfully, but you can’t help the grin at your lips.

The two of you don’t say anymore words after that, just exchanges of stolen glances and affectionate smiles.

As the lights begin to dim, everyone shoots their gazes towards the runway, voices fading into hushed silence. Your eyes follow the first model that paces down the runway, entranced by their alluring presence and the way they seem to command the runway so easily as they showcased their outfits. As more models travel down the runway, you find yourself immersed in the show.

But in the midst of all this, you feel your hand grazing against Jeonghan’s between your seats. Your breath hitches nervously at the touch as you struggle with the dilemma of interlocking with his or taking it away. His presence resembled a magnet; your heart yearned for him as much as he does for you.

So you let your hand lock with his, the underlying fear of someone seeing briefly taking over, but the gentle squeezes he gives reassures those thoughts away.

As the fashion show unfolds before you, your focus shifts between the runway and Jeonghan, an admiring smile to your face as you take in the impeccable beauty of both. This is a little secret that only the two of you know. Sometimes you wish you can love for the whole world to see, but maybe you weren’t ready for that just yet. You and Jeonghan felt perfectly content in the shared intimacy of each other’s presences.

You didn’t need the world’s validation to tell you how and who to love.

As the show reaches its finish and the final model takes their last walk down the runway, the crowd erupts into applause. You and Jeonghan, along with everyone around, all stand up to give applauses of your own, but you have to sneakily let go of each other’s hands.

When the crowd begins to disperse, you feel a hand grab your arm and pull you to the side. You turn to see Jeonghan as he leads you away from the crowd. He brings you to a secluded corner of the venue away from the bustling sounds of the fashion show.

“Hannie? What are you doing?” You whisper, feeling the paranoia sink in.

“Put on some comfortable clothes when you get back to your room,” Jeonghan tells you quickly. “We’re going on a date.”

You lift a suspicious eyebrow. “But what if we get caught𑁋”

"We won't get caught, I promise.” He gives you a warm smile. “Trust me, angel."

You feel the hesitation, but you couldn’t say no. You have been missing him for way too long to say no. Being apart has been torture.

And so you nod. “Okay, I’ll be ready.”

Jeonghan lets his eyes rake over you once more, drinking every inch of your form, finally getting the opportunity to properly check you out. A smirk crosses his face.

Then he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. “I can’t wait to have you all for myself tonight.”

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cinnamon-girl-writes · 23 days

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dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 2/4

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: nanami, toji, yuuta, geto | see: part 1

kento nanami:

(we’ll say you guys live together and are dating/engaged)

ok so nanami mostly just wants to spend time with you so he’d choose somewhere that’s more private

he thought a lot about where to take you because he wanted somewhere you’d like

but he’d never be caught dead asking gojo for advice so 😭 he had to come up with something on his own

i think he’d pick a nice quiant little ramen place 🥰

y’all haven’t been there before but you see it one the way to work and you’re always mentioning it

when he tells you where you’re going, you’re obviously super excited 💜

he’d dress up all nice in a white button up and blue slacks and brown dress shoes and-

i’m sorry i could go on about him forever. anyways

you’re wearing an adorable frilly yellow sundress he bought you a few weeks ago and has been silently praying that you’ll wear (nanami, you horny bastard)

NO BUT Y’ALL LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER WITH Y’ALLS COORDINATING OUTFITS I-

the ramen place is so cute 😌 the chefs and waiters are so sweet and treat you like family it’s adorable

you order miso ramen and nanami orders spicy tonkotsu ramen and it’s delicious! :)

he loves seeing his girl happy and where would you be happier than at a ramen restaurant??

he’s not the type to take pictures of his food but he absolutely sneaks in plenty of pictures of you (both with and without your knowledge😉)

he also orders edamame to share but ends up letting you eat all of it

afterwards, he drives you back to your shared apartment and the two of you shower together and then get ready for bed

once y’all are in bed you cuddle for the rest of the night, just enjoying eachother’s presence 🥺

bonus: he lets you pick the movie you fall asleep to that night; you pick notting hill *cut to nanami crying at 2 am because he stayed up to watch it*

toji fushiguro:

toji may seem like a tough guy on the outside but he’s soft for his girl 🥰

it’s your four year marriage anniversary so he wants his princess to feel special ✨

he decides to take you out to a fancy michelin star resetaurant that you’ve had your eye on for a few months

you’ve quite literally been stalking their instagram account because the food looks that good

the two of you get ready together in your shared apartment (stop because I could write a whole drabble about domestic!toji- I have to stop myself-)

anyways, you’re wearing a dark blue bodycon mini dress with gorgeous silver heels and your wedding band shimmering on your finger ✨

toji doesn’t usually dress up much, but for his girl he will, especially on an important day like today !! he’s wearing a white button up shirt (that you can see his muscles through 👀) and black slacks with a brown belt (!!!) and brown dress shoes

he wears a dark gray wool coat over his clothes because it’s very cold outside (hey, it was his idea to have a winter wedding 🤷🏼♀️)

but you know it’s gonna be super cold outside !! so you attempt to force him to wear a scarf (mostly because it’s cold, but also- imagine that big huge scary man wearing a cute lil scarf 🥺)

after a good deal of complaining, he finally consents and puts the scarf on �� it’s dark red and it compliments his hair and skin tone so well and-

anyways, he drives y’all to the restaurant for your reservation at 8:30

when you walk in, the waitress greets you and leads you to your table

a different man comes after her to pour champagne into fancy glass cups for you

the two of you converse idly, selecting several items from the menu to try: spicy edamame, pork gyoza, crab rangoon, and tempura shrimp for starters

y’all decide to share several sushi platters along with miso soup and tonkatsu that toji insisted you order because it's your favorite 💜

somehow, the two of you finish all of the food on your combined platters (toji ate some of your leftovers after you decided you were done) but not before also selecting a fair selection of lavish desserts that were served with exquisite decorations on the plates

after your meal, toji surprises you with a diamond studded necklace that matches your wedding band almost perfectly. of course you love it and tell him that he shouldn't have, but he doesn't care about money, he'll do anything to make his girl happy 🥰

on the drive back home, toji tells you how much he loved you before carrying you inside your shared apartment since you fell asleep on the ride home 💜

tucking you into bed, he plants a kiss on your forehead, brushing your hair out of your face and wishing you sweet dreams 💞

yuuta okkotsu:

when i tell you that yuuta is SO WHIPPED for his girl-

he’d quite literally give you the world if you asked 😌

anyways, he told you the two of you were going out to dinner that night and asked you where you wanted to go

you guys looked up restaurants for a while and then you found a cool anime-themed sushi restaurant

you guys decided to keep it casual tonight; you’re wearing a sweatshirt (yuuta’s sweatshirt) and a black skirt and he’s wearing blue jeans and a forest green crochet sweater that you made him last winter (that he absolutely ADORES and CHERISHES btw)

you guys really like it there !!

it’s decorated really cool with anime posters all over the walls

you order a couple platters of sushi to share (his favorite is spicy tuna don’t ask why but I know)

he asks you a bunch of random would-you-rather questions during your date because he thinks it’s so cute to see your thinking face or you all flustered 🥰

of course, he already knows what your response is gonna be because y’all know each other so well 🥺

once y’all have eaten half the restaurant and are super full, he takes you out to walk around the city

you’re in a shopping square that’s full of cute little shops

you drag yuuta into one store in particular because you saw a stunning dress hanging in the shop’s glass window that you desperatly wanted to look at

it was a gorgeous lavender color with silky ribbons for sleaves and pleated fabric that practically made you drool

until you got inside and checked the price tag to reveal that it was $80 😞

you happily continued your date anyways, strolling the rest of the stops and even picking up some yummy street food for dessert 🍡

you get home later that night, tucking into bed with yuuta to watch some tv before you fell asleep (i can 1000% see yuuta being a true crime fanatic so you watch a documentary about unsolved mysteries)

bonus: three days later, you find a certain pleated lavender dress hanging on your door with a note that reads: -from yuuta with love <3

suguru geto:

(this is gonna be set when they’re students at jujutsu tech and geto isn’t a curse user yet because i didn’t feel like writing evil geto today ✨)

so you and geto (both jujutsu sorcerers) have been dating for about a year now! 💗

you two had planned to spend some time together today and just wanted some chill one-on-one time

so when satoru invited the you guys to go out, he was pretty disappointed to find out that you already had plans (you can just hear him muttering about ‘damn lovebirds…’)

y’all decide to order take out and watch anime

you decide on watching blue lock, which is one of geto’s favorites

you just started watching the show recently but you really like it! your favorite character (so far) is isagi

your food getes there eventually; you both ordered pan fried noodles (though you ordered chicken and geto ordered and beef) and a plate of tempura shrimp to share 😈

after you finish eating, geto sits against the wall in his bead and pulls you onto his lap between his legs to stroke your hair while you watch the show

you love spending time like this with him where there’s no pressure from the world or threat of imminent death over your heads

you wished that you could create a world that was perfect just for him 💞

due to the food you just ate and your comfortable position, you fall asleep, geto adjusting your head since it started to lull to the side slightly

he absolutely cherishes you and wants his girl to be comfy and get some good sleep 🥺 he plants little chaste kisses on the top of your head every once in a while, starting to get tired himself

eventually, he turned the tv off and transferred you to a more comfortable position: laying down on your side with your back against his chest. he dozed off, wondering how on earth he had ever deserved someone like you

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #nanami x reader #nanami jjk #jjk smut #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuta

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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if i may. Dad!Nurse! Steve Harrington where his little girl is sick with the flu and crying for her dad to make it better and he does everything to help and is all worried and loving 🥺🥺

AN | Okay but no; nurse dad Steve to the rescue🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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Steve Harrington could handle this.

Totally. Absolutely. No doubt about it.

He worked in the ER and constantly handled a myriad of emergencies and situations that had him thinking and needing to use his wits and keep his cool. So…realistically he could handle just about anything.

But he was terrified of the idea of having to watch your daughter alone for the weekend. Despite his assurances that he could manage (he could kick himself for being so stupid), he suddenly felt so unsure and nervous. You had a weekend work conference to go to that would keep you aware for a whole two and half days. You’d been reluctant to leave your husband and your daughter, but he insisted that he’d manage, that he didn’t want you to miss out the conference. And so you’d accepted what he said and left.

Now Steve was home alone with his four-year-old daughter. Fuck.

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He’d managed to survive the first alone without any issues. These were his days off, so he was able to be home and tend to the house along with his daughter. She’d been at preschool until the mid-afternoon, and once he’d picked her up the two of them were having fun. He really did adore his daughter, and more than anything he was nervous he’d somehow mess something up. He wouldn’t; you knew he wouldn’t - he was an amazing, doting, loving father.

He’d even made her favorites for dinner, which currently consisted of dino nuggets and mac and cheese and the two of them watched a movie before it was her bed time. Things had gone off without a hitch; he was sure he could use that to his advantage when he asked about seriously trying for baby number two. Look honey, I kept her alive for three days all by myself - want to have that next baby? Yeah, something like that would work anyway.

He was reading in bed, missing you and the late night conversations the two of you always had. But it wouldn’t be terrible - he could handle two nights on his own. Even if it really sucked. Any worry or self-pity he had was quickly wiped away when he heard the tiny knock at his bedroom door. He’d left it half open and looked up to find his daughter looking at him, the same big, soft brown eyes he had staring back at him.

“Daddy,” she poked her head into the room, looking at him nervously. Steve dogeared his page and put the book on his bedside table before motioning for her to come in. The small girl padded into the room and he instantly spotted the tear tracks on her cheeks as she sniffled.

“Camila,” he cooed softly, moving so he could easily pick her up. She ran the rest of the way over to him, throwing herself into his arms. He picked her up and settled her in his lap, tenderly wiping away the few remaining tears, “oh baby. What’s wrong, Cami girl?”

“I don’t feel good,” she pouted, her bottom lip trembling with effort as she tried not to cry again. She reminded him so much of you, how resilient and independent you were. She hated asking for help, wanting to do as much for herself as a four-year-old could, so he knew something was up if she was coming to him late at night when she should have been sleeping.

“Oh sweetheart,” he brushed a few rogue curls out of her face before kissing her chubby little cheeks, “what’s wrong? Why don’t you feel good?”

“My tummy hurts,” she frowned, “and I feel all cold, even with my blankies.”

As Steve listened to her, he placed his hand against her forehead and frowned when he felt how warm she was. He paused for a moment and inwardly groaned when he remembered that the flu was going around right. It usually disproportionately affected children, especially school age children. And here she was, going to preschool almost every day with a bunch of other kids. She’d had her flu shot, but there was only so much that would do and so many precautions they could take.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, my love,” he pulled her onto his chest so he could hold her properly. Cami buried her little face into the crook of his neck as he soothingly rubbed her back up and down, “I’ll take care of you, okay? Daddy’s got you.”

“Okay,” she sounded so feeble and meek that it broke his heart. He wished he was the one having to experience this, not his baby girl.

“I’m going to get up and get a few things, okay?” he whispered softly, “you can sleep in bed with me tonight, does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” he delicately moved her so she was on the side of the bed that you normally occupied, covering her with the soft blankets, “can you bring me Peter?”

Peter was the stuffed bunny that she’d had since the day she was born. She’d gotten it from her aunt Robin and loved it more than any other toy, “of course. I’ll be back in a few minutes, Camila.”

She murmured something, burrowing her face into the pillow, seeking some sort of relief. Steve looked at her for a moment and shook his head sadly; this was his baby girl and she was sick. He couldn’t do anything about it except try to make her feel better while she fought it off.

He went down the hall to her bedroom and grabbed her bunny before stopping in the bathroom and grabbing a thermometer, some acetaminophen, and then made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a few water bottles to bring with him but paused before leaving, staring at the phone. Before he thought too much of it, he grabbed the cordless headset and dialed the hotel room number you’d given him. He hoped you weren’t sleeping yet; he didn’t have to wake you on top of it all.

It rang a few times before he sighed in relief when he heard your soft voice, “hello?”

“Hi angel,” he ran a hand over his tired face, smiling when he heard your little sigh of happiness, “did I wake you honey?”

“Hey my love,” you’d only begin for the day but you already missed him and Camila more than you cared to admit, “I just got out of the shower. Stevie…I miss you.”

“I miss you more than you can ever know,” he admitted with a warm chuckle, “god, it’s been less than a day and I feel so lost without you.”

“I’ll be home soon,” you promised, your heart clenching softly at the realization of just how much you missed the two of them, “what’s wrong, love?”

“It’s Cami,” he admitted after a few moments of tangible silence, “she woke up and said she’s not feeling good. I think she’s got the flu, I was just about to take her temperature and see if I can make it so she can at least get some sleep.”

“Oh no,” your maternal instinct immediately ramped up; you wished you were home with the two of them, “poor little thing. Do you want-”

“No, no, no honey,” he immediately shook his head as if you were there, “I don’t want you to worry, or jump on a plane to come home. I just wanted to let you know, but I’ll take care of our baby.”

“I know you will,” you laughed softly, “I don’t think there’s anyone I’d trust more. If anything changes or you need me…let me know. I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he promised, “I also just wanted to hear your voice…”

“Such a sap, Stevie,” you teased, but honestly? You missed his - all of him - too. The two of you were such suckers for each other, “it’s not too much longer. I’ll let you go, okay? Try and get some rest, there’s no use worrying about something we can’t change - I know you’ll take good care of her. I love you both so much. Tell Cami I said hi, yeah?”

“Of course,” he promised softly, “I will. I love you too, honey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed, “good night, Stevie.”

He returned the sentiment before hanging up the phone and setting it down with a small sigh. He felt better after talking to you, but he still worried about his daughter; he was always a worrier. He couldn’t help it, it was just a part of who he was.

He gathered up the supplies he had gathered before heading back to his bedroom. When he quietly popped inside, he was relieved to see that Cami had fallen asleep. Even if it wasn’t for long, he wanted her to be able to get some rest. Steve placed Peter the bunny next to her so when she woke up she’d have him. The rest of his supplies went on the bedside table.

He gently climbed back into bed, doing his best not to disturb the small girl and snuggled up next to her. Realistically he knew that he should be able to sleep just fine and she would wake him up if and when she needed him. He also knew that this would be a sleepless night for him. Camila had never really been sick before and while he was used to dealing with sick children at work, it felt different now that it was his daughter. It felt horrible.

Exhaling softly, he tenderly brushed her hair out of her face before grabbing his book to read. Might as well do something with his time, right?

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“Daddy?” he’d noticed her stirring and was already prepared to give her his full attention. He glanced at the alarm clock and saw that it was nearing four in the morning. His poor baby girl. She turned around so she could look at him, her eyes dazy and face slightly flushed, “‘m thirsty, Daddy.”

“I’ve got some water for you, Cami girl,” he cracked the top of one of the water bottles before carefully handing it to her. She took it in both hands and chugged it down, finishing almost the entire bottle before Steve slowed her down, “slowly sweetheart, you don’t want to make your tummy ache from too much at once.”

“Okay,” she handed him back the bottle before she realized that Peter was next to her. She squealed in delight before grabbing the stuffed bunny and clutched it tightly to her chest, “you brought Peter!”

“He was missing you too,” he smiled gently at her, “can I take your temperature? And I’ve got something to help you feel a little better.”

“I’m cold,” she pouted as he grabbed the thermometer and stuck it in her mouth. She already knew the drill and had opened her mouth. Steve tutted at her lightly, already planning to grab her a few more blankets that should help. He pulled the thermometer out when it beeped and read the little screen. 101. A mild fever but nothing too bad, fortunately.

“You’ve got a little bit of a fever,” he grabbed the acetaminophen and water bottle, “this will help and I’ll get you some more blankets today? I want you to rest and your fever should break soon.”

“I miss Mommy,” she pouted as he popped the medicine into her mouth and handed her the water to finish off. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Steve; oh no, she absolutely adored her father almost more than anything, but she loved you too. She was used to having both of you around.

“Me too,” he agreed, “I talked to Mommy while you were sleeping and she said to tell you hello and that she loves you. But she’ll be home soon.”

“Good,” she gave him a firm little nod, “can we have dino nuggets later?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her lightly before kissing the side of her head, “we’ll see, Cami. Right now I want you to try and get some sleep, okay? Once you’re up we can see about getting some nuggets and a nice warm bath.”

“Will you stay with me?” she looked at him with big, soft doe eyes and he nodded. As if there was anywhere he would rather be.

“I will,” he helped to tuck her back under the covers, making sure Peter was with her, “I’m going to grab a few more blankets and I’ll be right back.”

She was already fast asleep by the time Steve made it back with a new load of blankets. He bundled her up as best as he could, hoping her fever would break soon. All he could do was keep an eye on her wait.

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The next two days passed in a much smoother manner than that first night. Cami was about to sleep off her fever and slowly began to feel better with each passing hour. Of course, it probably didn’t hurt that he was indulging her every whim and fancy to the best of his ability. He wouldn’t call his daughter spoiled…she just wasn’t told no very often. But on the flipside, she rarely asked for things and was always polite and kind to everyone. She was a good kid, after all.

But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t more than ready for you to come home. He was practically counting down the hours - you were too. You’d been a little sneaky and told him that you’d be home a few hours later than you really would be, wanting to come home and surprise the two of you.

When you did, when you finally made it home and let yourself into the house as quietly as you could, you found the two of them at the kitchen table, eating exactly what you expected - man n cheese and dinosaur nuggets. It was such a simple but beautiful sight that melted your heart.

“Hello my loves,” you whispered as you set your bag down. Both of them turned to look at you, eyes widening in excitement before rushing over to you.

“Mommy!”

“Sweetheart,” felt a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs and another pair of arms around your shoulders as your two favorite people enveloped you with love, “you’re home early!”

“Surprise,” you leaned in and kissed him softly, wishing you could have more, more, more but remembering that your daughter was still right there. You’d have all the time with him later, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispered in return before picking up Cami and balancing her on his hip so she could get a kiss too. You brushed her rogue, wild curls out of her face before pressing big kisses to her cheeks.

“Hi Cami girl,” she looked so happy to see it that it made your heart melt, “I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Daddy took good care of you, huh?”

“Mhmm,” she grinned happily, “we even got to stay up and watch princess movies!”

“Oh you did, huh?” you looked at your husband, who gave you a sheepish smile accompanied with a shrug that said what can you do? You touched his cheek affectionately, “I’m glad you’re feeling better, my little love, and I’m glad you took such good care of her, my love.”

“Do you want some nuggies, Mommy?” she asked excitedly and you couldn’t turn down that adorable face, “we made lots!’

“I couldn’t think of anything better.”

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Steve was already in bed, eagerly waiting for you as you finished your little night time routine. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d miss just sleeping next to you. But then you appeared, all big smiles, soft eyes, and cozy pajamas that consisted of a pair of old shorts and one of his sweaters. It was easily his favorite sight in the entire world.

“You’re so beautiful,” you playfully rolled your eyes before walking over to him, taking the outstretched hand that he offered you. He threaded your fingers together before pulling you into his lap. He leaned against the headboard as you straddled his waist and rested against his bent legs, “god, I missed you so much. And you were only gone for three days.”

“I missed you too,” you admitted, reaching over and gently tracing along some of his freckles. You liked mapping them out with your fingers, and even more so with your lips, “next time there’s a conference or anything that requires me to be gone, I’m bringing you both.”

“Same here,” he laughed softly, taking your hand and bringing your hand to his lips and reverently kissing your palm, “three days was too long.”

“But at least I know that the two of you are able to survive without me,” you teased and a pretty flush of pink rose up in his cheeks, “you did great, Stevie. Seriously.”

“I will admit that I was a little nervous,” he confessed quietly as you giggled at him, “it’s a lot of pressure taking care of a young, sick kid on your own!”

“I know,” you acknowledged, “but you did wonderfully.”

He hummed in content as the two of you looked at each all starred-eyed before exchanging soft, sweet kisses. He pulled back after a few moments and you could see that there was something on his mind. You tutted lightly before putting a finger under his chin and turning his face up to yours, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh..”

“Hey,” he gently squeezed your side as you squirmed in grasp, “Cami’s in preschool now, and we’ve discovered that I can manage a kid on my own for days…I-I guess I’m just kind of wondering what your thoughts are about trying for that second kid?”

Your face lit up and Steve took that as a good sign. You were silent for a moment before reaching for his hand and settling it on your tummy, “how about in like seven months?”

“Oh,” his eyebrows rose in confusion. It took him a second to process but he nodded; it was you that was doing all the hard work realistically. He could easily hold off on trying for a while, “okay, angel. We’ll start trying in the new year.”

“Stevie,” you were laughing now; he was so smart and so wonderful, but he was so oblivious at times, “I didn’t mean…waiting. I meant…how would you feel about meeting your new daughter or son in seven months?”

“I…what?” his mouth opened and closed a few times and then it hit him, “you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed softly and his whole expression practically melted into heart eyes and a big lovesick smile, “I found out a few weeks ago…I’ve just been wanting for the perfect opportunity to tell you. And I guess now is as good of a time as any. Surprise, my love!”

“Wow,” he exhaled shakily before laughing you into his chest and kissing you softly, “what a perfect surprise. That’s…fuck, that’s wonderful. I love you so much. You, Cami, and the new baby.”

“Blob Harrington number two,” you teased, causing him to groan softly. You’d referred to Cami as Blob throughout most of your pregnancy because she just looks like a blob! He nudged his nose with his before brushing his lips over yours again, “I love you too, Steve. So, so much.”

“Oh my clumsy girl,” affectionate fondness laced his words, “I’m going to be thoroughly outnumbered. Three girls against me? Unfair.”

“How do you know it’s gonna be a girl?”

“I just know,” he insisted cheekily, “it’ll be a girl.”

“Oh,” you stook out your tongue at him, “wanna bet on it? I say it’s a boy.”

“You’re on,” he held out his hand, “it’s a girl. Terms of winning to be determined.”

“Just…don’t ruin it for yourself or me this time,” he had accidentally spilled the beans with Cami, not that you minded, “so no close looks for you at ultrasounds.”

“I’ll accept your terms,” he agreed as you shook his hand, “I love you, angel.”

“I love you more, Steve.”

“Impossible.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st #nurse!steve

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pink-apollo · 1 year

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Krueger and König cuddling headcanons

I’ve fallen into a deep depression and slowly trying to get myself out of it. I’ve tried to tell my mother hey I feel very OFF. Like I might need actual help. And she just dismisses it saying it’s the weather….Please if you need help, get it.💕 much love

Anyways enjoy two sweet Austrian bois🖤

❤️Somehow always wakes up finding himself curled up behind you with his arm secured tightly around your waist, head nuzzled in your hair, his soft breath hitting the back of your neck

❤️Enjoys it when you’re snuggled up next to him and trace his tattoos on his stomach. Tickles a little but sees it brings you comfort and lets you do your thing. Gets a little choked up if you kiss the scars that’s all along his arm and side. The x on his side bothers him to a degree but knows you love all of him when you kiss it

❤️Is like an absolute furnace when under the covers. He just radiates heat like no other which is perfect if you’re always cold! Although hates it if you put your cold feet on him😅

❤️Adores the sleepy cuddly pillow talk time!! Just laying their together talking about one another’s day, nothing but giggles filling the room

❤️Will poke your butt just because. He knows cuddle time is cuddle time but can’t help but to goof off and cause just a liiiiiittle bit of trouble

❤️Krueger isn’t really one to talk when you guys are cuddling, but he loves to know your thoughts in such an intimate moment like this. His voice a little husky and low, pressed right up giants your ear, fully knowing what he’s doing but enjoys how you react

❤️Teaches you a bit of Austrian if you ask to. Simple things like “can I kiss you” or “can we snuggle?” Which has begun to stick with you!

❤️overall the silent sleepy type of cuddly guy, but will indulge to make you happy. As soon as he’s laying next to you he instantly is at peace by your side. Content.

💜Sweet boy was unsure the very first time when you cuddled together. He didn’t want to squish you out of fear because of how much bigger he is which required a lot of convincing on your part

💜But once you had laid on top of him, your head laying upon his chest, König placed his hand on your back and his other hand on your head so he could run his fingers through your hair

💜In all honestly he prefers you laying on top of him. Feeling the weight of his partner helps him to relax and be able to touch you if he wakes up from a bad dream when cuddling

💜Has a tendency to play with your a hair a lot and just stare at you, in a daze if you will. Sweet boy never had a partner and wants to do right and make sure you’re comfortable!

💜You know when you hug someone and they do that little tight squeeze? That’s König. His love that he feels just oozes out of him and can’t help but to gently squeeze you and smile while doing so🥺

💜Loves it when you drape your leg over him and pepper his face in kisses!!

💜König favorite cuddling position would either have to be with you laying on top of him or with him laying in between your legs, head laying in your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair. Either one is paradise for him

#sebastian krueger x reader #headcanons #mw2 #cod #x reader #modern warfare #modern warfare2 #König x reader #Sebastian Krueger headcanons #König headcanons

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daddyhausen · 8 months

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Hey girly, I was wondering if you can do dialogue prompt 62 with dominik mysterio? Maybe where he like misses something important or like an important day like your anniversary and then just shows up at 3 am 🥺

• missed call — dominik mysterio •

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{ summary } — after forgetting your two year anniversary, dominik tries to make it up to you by showing up to your house at three am

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 601

{ pairing } — fem!reader x dominik mysterio

{ genre } — fluff

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{ 62 } — “it’s three am. What are you doing?”

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you couldn’t sleep

thoughts racing over and over in your mind

like a car whose brakes had been cut

the turmoil was never ending

your mind in shambles trying to process exactly why he did not show at the restaurant this evening

it was your two year anniversary

something you were certain dominik would not forget

yet here you were

in your bed, all by your lonesome

tears stained your pillowcase

a salty film clung to your cheeks in trails where your tears had dried up

only breaking the silence that consumed the room with a sniffle or a choked sob

your phone continued to buzz on your nightstand

knowing it was him yet choosing to ignore it

whatever his excuse was you did not want to hear it

at least not right now

another twenty minutes it continues

the soft vibration only irked you, disturbing whatever little slumber you could achieve before silencing for the night

somehow the silence made your attempts at sleep futile

it made you focus on the thoughts you’d been pushing back since you’d left the restaurant

thoughts that you certainly did not want to reminisce on now

little taps could be heard from your window

little pebbles rapped against the glass in an attempt to gain your attention

it did

climbing out from beneath the covers, letting the winter air freeze your bones as you wrapped a throw blanket around your body

you peered through the glass

seeing dominik standing below

the only warmth shielding him from the frozen air was his denim vest

the material worn and fraying, it did very little to help

you opened the window, staring down at him with a mix of worry and disdain

“it’s three am, what are you doing?”

you replied coldly, feeling only a shred of sympathy for him amongst noticing the slight chatter of his teeth

“i’ll explain everything, just let me inside…please?”

his eyes were glossy

as if he’d been crying just the same as you

you gulped down a sob, practically rushing to unlock the door

you did not want to see him freeze

you opened the door, noticing he’d already made his way to your front porch

yet you kept your distance

despite the pleading look in his eyes

arms wanting to outstretch and hold you close

yet he refrained

“how could you forget?”

you pressured him for answers, feeling the tears well in your eyes once more

not allowing him to make himself comfortable inside your home

“baby, i didn’t forget-“

“then where were you?” you accused.

“do you know how embarrassing it was for me? sitting there all by myself waiting for you for hours, people starting to stare-“

“baby please” he outstretched his arms, he grabbed you by the shoulders to try and jostle you from your own ramblings

“i’m so sorry i didn’t show up, they kept me back at work. i tried to call you but my phone died”

you remained silent for the moment, still trying to process his words

“you’re so special to me, i’d never forget our anniversary.”

he cupped your cheek daintily, you could not help but lean into his palm with a heavy sigh

“how could i ever make it up to you, love?”

you contemplated for a moment whether or not you should kick him out into the cold again

but his words seemed genuine

how he silently pleaded with you to forgive

“just stay here and hold me”

he gave a small sigh of relief

engulfing you into his embrace

his palm smoothing your hair

“anything for you, my love”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio fanfic #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wrestling imagine

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imeanitplsmorenamifics · 8 days

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OMG BLESS YOU FOR YOUR WORK HERE 😭💘💘 I'm starving for more Nami fics as well and I'm so glad I found you. Plus your writing is delightful omg. <3

I just have to drop by and make a request of my own now 🥺 could I please please have some Nami hurt/comfort? I feel like she needs it so much. I was thinking of something along the lines of right after the ending of season 1, Nami has had feelings for the reader for quite some time now but was too scared to act on it, especially because she was afraid of what Arlong might do if he found out she cares about someone. And now that she's finally free of Arlong, Nami realizes that she doesn't know what to do, because she never had something real like that, someone she cares about and actually wants to do things right with. Nami thinks the reader wouldn't reciprocate her feelings, so she's basically in this state of admiring and longing from a distance, until maybe something happens and they are alone together, and the reader is being all soft and gentle with Nami (insert Nami being touch starved here because I jus know she is), and Nami gets like, all emotional 🥺 and the reader is worried and asks what's wrong, if she did something wrong; and Nami finally admits that "I'm sorry I don't know how to do this, but I like you so much"; and then just Nami getting all the hugs, kisses, love, and reassurance that she so deserves. ❤️

I'm sorry that was a little big 😭 you can change anything you want, I'd just love some angst/hurt/comfort with her. Thank you so much already. <3

Hi! And thank you so much! I was tired of the lack of Nami fics and couldn't stand it anymore. I needed content and I was going to make it myself if I had to 😭. Don't worry about it being long, it actually gives me a lot more to go on when writing so I don't mind it! I would be more than happy to write this for you so I hope you like it! This felt like more of a headcanon request to me so I wrote this has a headcanon post. If you want an imagine/oneshot instead, message me and I'll rewrite it! Also, this has some minor spoilers for the Alabasta arc so if you don't want to be spoiled for it if you're not far then I would advise that you don't read this. Flower Asks Hozier Asks Taylor Swift Asks Masterlist Rules Taglist Request Characters: Nami, Fem!Reader, Arlong (mentioned), Strawhats (mentioned), Vivi (mentioned), Dr. Kureha (mentioned), Chopper (mentioned) Pairing: Nami x Fem!Reader TW: Trauma, fears of one-sided feelings, angst. That's all I can think of but tell me if there's more!

The Art of Pining

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The last thing Nami needed was to fall in love. Her life was too stressful and too dangerous to have any kind of relationship. Being forced to work with Arlong to buy back her village would do that to a person. But, somehow, some way, she ended up falling in love with you.

She tried to deny it. She really did. But it was impossible for her to deny being in love with someone as amazing and beautiful as you. You had somehow captured her heart in a way no one ever had, despite not even knowing each other for that long.

Guilt was mostly what she felt when she realized there was no pushing those feelings down. She felt guilty for unintentionally putting you in a risky situation. She felt guilty for not being able to deny herself of something she really wanted to keep you safe. Still, either way, there was no way she could be with you. Not with Arlong still around. Especially not while she was working with him.

There was a part of her that was worried about what you would think when you found out she was only going to betray you and the others when the time came. She only joined up with the crew to have her hands on the map of the Grand Line. If she got some money and jewels along the way, it was a bonus. There was still a tremendous amount of remorse she felt. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt you. But that was what was needed to keep you safe.

So, she revealed herself to be working with Arlong during Luffy’s fight with him at the Baratie. She couldn’t bring herself to look at you. She could already feel the look of betrayal and hurt on your face without even facing you. A pang was sent through her heart at just the thought of seeing that expression so she avoided looking at it altogether. Still, as she was walking back to Arlong’s ship, she managed to catch the smallest glimpse of you. The look you were giving her was one that would be seared into her mind for as long as she lived.

Quickly, she covered up the feelings she had let slip through onto her face. She didn’t need Arlong to be suspicious of her. That would only put you in danger if he found out about her feelings toward you.

She honestly didn’t expect to see you again after that. She thought that you and the others would walk the other way, licking their wounds, hating her for doing what she did to them. She was more than shocked when she showed up at Coco Village just to see you and the others there. Nothing could stop the panic that she felt upon seeing you there. This was too close to Arlong. You were too close to him. This would get you hurt.

So she did what she had to do. She said whatever she could to make you guys angry or sad enough to leave her alone. She put as much false hatred into her words as she could to get the point across… But you all just wouldn’t leave.

After Arlong worked with the Marines to take the gold she had been stashing, she thought that was the end. But as she lay broken on the ground, knife in her hand, wound on her shoulder where Arlong’s symbol was etched, she was met with you and Luffy. Both of you staring at her with no judgment, understanding was in your eyes. While Luffy was the first to take off to fight Arlong, you stayed behind to tend to her. You treated her wound as gently as you could and gave her all the care that she had been lacking. What a horrible time to feel as she did toward you.

To her shock, Arlong managed to be defeated by Luffy. For the first time in a long time, Nami was free from him. She could do whatever she wanted, go wherever she wanted, and speak with whoever she wanted without fear of having to leave them behind.

You’d think that with this opportunity, she would go for it with you. She would try to see where things landed and tell you how she felt. None of the sort happened. Something inside her still stopped her. The threat was no longer there so why did she hesitate?

It was fear. She was scared that you resented her for betraying the crew like she did. She was afraid that if she told you how she felt, you would laugh in her face and reject her. Nami had never felt love and care since Bellemere died. All she had been met with was manipulation and abuse. What if she put herself out there only to get hurt in the end?

Time passed and she still couldn’t bring herself to tell you how she felt. Eventually, the crew met a princess named Vivi whose country was falling apart. The crew agreed to help her. Everything started out rocky but seemed to get even worse when Nami got sick. Everyone was worried for her, but you seemed especially worried.

Nami was in and out of consciousness the whole time. But every time she would regain consciousness, you would be there, taking care of her. It was almost like she never left her side. Then, when she woke up in Dr. Kureha’s castle, she found you asleep at her bedside. That’s when she found out that you had, in fact, never left her side.

You took care of her while she was unconscious. The others had to beg you to get something to eat, to shower, or to at least sleep in your own bed. When they had to take Nami up the mountains of the Drum Island, you were one of the first ones to volunteer to come along. When they said you couldn’t come, you snuck your way with them, joining them and not listening to them when they said to go back. They got too tired of fighting with you and it was already too late at that point so they relented.

It warmed her heart to hear everything that you did for her. It made her wonder if you did actually feel something toward her. She could’ve been connecting dots that weren’t actually there, but a small part of her hoped that it was true.

So when you woke up, she took the chance. Dr. Kureha could sense that it was an intimate moment so she left you alone and had Chopper tend to the other two so you could be alone. You were thrilled to see her awake and fine, you practically tackled her in the biggest hug.

When Nami finally managed to get a word in (you fretted over her for the first few minutes, it was hard to get a word in), she spilled her feelings. She told you she didn’t know how to say it but she loved you and she has been in love with you for as long as she’s known you. No matter how much she tried to tell herself she didn’t, she couldn’t deny it.

It was silent once she was finished. She was worried that she did make up everything. That was until you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips. When you pulled away, you locked eyes with her and said one thing, “I was waiting for the day you would say that.”

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Taglist: @3v37773, @marvellousdaisy

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minggukieology · 1 year

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Happy FACE era and happy Jikook days to all!

I promise I'll write a few in depth reflections on the latest Jikook interactions and also will address 편지 in another post but I just wanted to get a few things off my chest so I wanted to post this first. (Sorry, this post will mostly include my reflections and no profound analysis so if you're not interested in my ramblings, you can skip this one)

*inserts these pics to catch your attention lol*

I guess I'll start off by this: I did make the conscious decision to lay off the petiness a few months ago though I can't help but think these few days (even weeks) happened for the sake of all the hateful trolls who have been making rounds even on here revelling in the fact both Jimin and Jungkook were mostly off-grid and Kook spotted having a social life, which somehow automatically discounted any possibility of him keeping in touch with/seeing anyone else for some reason.... but anyways... for the sake of keeping my karma clean let's move on.

Being an ARMY with a special fondness for 3J and Jikook I have to say my life is pretty easy, I just lay back and enjoy as their appearances happen and let things unfold without having to get angry or hateful. Mostly because my love for them doesn't hinge upon a never-ending need for validation for what has been a constant for the past 10+ years. And I hope by communicating and trying to explain more closely to you how especially Jimin and Jungkook interact, trying to help you bridge the language gap, I really hope you feel this sense of calmness as well. There is never anything to question, to fuss or argue about. (Not to stray too much off topic, but rest assured I deeply value and appreciate each and one of your replies and messages, despite the fact I am notoriously bad at replying to them 🫣)

Watching Jimin and Jungkook interact always feels like home, like you have been granted an insight into a familiar scene, with people that are so close they can't help but joke around or poke at each other yet at the same time can't hold back on their appreciation and softness for each other. (If you need a visual representation just take any moment Jimin talks about/with Jungkook and automatically gets all giggly and soft and Jungkook's last live where you could see the little goofball laughing at ex. the teasing scenes but at the same time couldn't hold back his starry eyed expression 🥹)

I have to admit though, I myself got proven wrong when I confidently posted about how they are both missing ARMY based on the Weverse interactions and then proceeded watching Jungkook turn on a live barely interacting with the comments (even remarking on the fact he isn't checking them yet people keep writing lol) just to watch over 1hr of Jimin content and admit to have been staying on top of all his promo releases...To then read Jimin's reply in which he left no room for debate. 국민 정말 미안해ㅠㅠㅠ

So what have we learned over the past few days?

Jimin and Jungkook are fine, in fact better than fine, and not seeing them in public proves absolutely jack sh*t (reverting back to a bit of my pettiness here)

Jungkook was involved with the album more than we could have ever imagined. (can't wait to talk more about 편지, I have to say not many songs have ever touched me as much as this one, for various reasons...)

Jungkook visited Jimin's rehearsal (and was really interested in watching him record for a music show too 🥺) and was also for that reason so confidently announcing that something "amazing beyond words" was coming before the teaser for Set me free pt. 2 dropped

As expected Jimin's latest schedules are recording/company-home-eat-sleep and repeat so he has barely any time left and Jungkook misses him a lot :(

Jungkook is as supportive and admiring of his hyung as ever- his words not mine (still a huge Serendipity stan though 🤭)

And once again highlighting: their communication feels very warm, friendly and familiar, there is no sign of them not knowing about each other or being distant

This was all I just had to write down before my head started spinning, I will be back with more of my nerdy language analysis posts, thanks for reading if you decided to! 😊

#jikook #민꾸기 #just my personal rambles #reflections

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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Huge congratulations for hitting 500 followers!! Your blog is one of my favorites and is always the first place I go when I need to read fluffy, comfort fics (or get completely unhinged and horny because goddamn you write good smut 😫)

ANYWAY, can i possibly get some headcanons on how matt acts when you beg him to cum inside you for the first time 😵 I'm spiralling just about how he'd fuck his cum into you, and when he pulls out he'd be so mesmerised watching it drip down your thighs 😫😫

SCREAMING

first off, thank you so so so so much. this made me smile and blush so hard, thank you 🥺 it means the absolute world to me that you've said this, i often doubt myself and it really helps when i read words like yours.

i hope i can do you justice for your incredible, amazing request! <3

p.s. also tagging @mindidjarin and @itwasthereaminuteago as per our conversation from a couple days ago ;)

check out my 500 sleepover!

smut headcanons | matt's breeding kink

matt stills himself inside you, his grip around your throat and stomach loosening. there's no way he heard what you said correctly–

"matt."

he arches his eyebrows as he moves his hips, drawing out a moan from you. "huh?"

"i said, i want you to cum inside me."

he sputters, torn between two hard places, moving his hips again instinctively. a soft groan leaves his lips as you tighten around him, willing himself to back down from the edge you've so easily brought him to.

you moan again, throwing your head back into matt's neck. "i mean, only if y-you're comfortable with it. and i'm on the pill if that worries you."

"sweetheart are you... are you sure?" matt rasps. he's somehow harder than he was before, and your words spur a desire deep inside him, a desire he's tried to suppress for a very long time.

your change your tone. it's more stern now, more of a command than a request. "i want to feel your cum inside me. i want to feel it dripping out of me after. i want you to mark me as yours."

he growls, breath coming out in shallow pants as one hand finds your throat again. with the other, he brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, leaving your neck exposed. then, with his chest pressed into your back, his cock still deep inside you, he wraps his free arm around your stomach.

he's got you exactly where he wants you.

"you want my cum, sweetheart?" he grunts in your ear, grinning as he picks up on your racing heartbeat.

"yes, matty," you breathe, whimpering as he nips your earlobe, face pushing into the sheets.

"be a good girl and take it for me, okay?"

he pistons his hips into yours, ignoring the obscene slapping of flesh that echoes throughout his bedroom, relishing in the orgasms he coaxes out of you with his cock.

that angle is too good, too deep for him... and before long, he's groaning, sloppy thrusts an indication that he can't hold off for much longer. you're so wet, so tight for him and he's cursing and feeling your skin on his and...

he explodes inside you, crying out your name, burying his face into your back. you don't care his stubble scratches at you, that that vice of a hand grips your neck with a ferocity you've never seen.

"matty," you whisper, feeling his warmth spread inside you, feeling his muscles go rigid as he holds you close, cock still pumping.

"fuck!" he yells, dragging himself out of you until just the very tip of him remains.

before you can speak he fills your body with his again, the mix of both your arousals making it so easy for him to slide back in.

he fucks his cum into you until he's satisfied; until you can't give him any more and you're both spent beyond belief. when he eventually pulls out, he sniffs the air, chuckling lowly at the scent of his cum dripping out of you.

"you gonna clean me up, matty?" you ask, flipping onto your back and propping yourself up on your elbows.

his smirk runs a chill through your body. "you know what, angel? i think i'm gonna wait just a little longer."

#matt murdock #matt murdock smut #daredevil #daredevil smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fanfic #x reader #rhi writes 💻#rhi responds 💌#saintmurd0ck 500 milestone celebration

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with-love-from-hell · 8 months

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Heyy Storm 👉👈

I hope you're doing better again and that you can get some free time to rest too. I've been thinking about writing comfort headcanons for myself for a Mc with hypermobility but I feel like it'd be even nicer if someone else were to write it for me and I thought of you! Of course, there's no pressure and I won't be upset if you say you don't want to or can't for some reason /gen

My idea was writing smth about how they would try to help/take care of Mc when they get hurt because of their hypermobility, especially Beel and Barbatos for obvious reasons hehe. I do feel like it'd be really soft with Lucifer as well tho, and Simeon!

In case you're not sure about hypermobility, it means (in my case anyway) that I can bend/move my joints more than the average person and my cartilages are softer than usual too. Thus, they are more vulnerable and my joints can get dislocated easier, (I should only use 3/4ths of my strength) and sometimes even just a simple movement turns out wrong somehow and it hurts and click clacks. Especially my knees are a big problem because I struggle walking when they're hurt and they get hurt the most with me, which I do have support bandages(?) for but you'd still see me limping down the street tryna not cry :')

I am in another Lupus flair up, which is why my writing has been scarce, but I'm not flu-ish anymore! I can absolutely take this on, Oji! I'll try my best! (I hope you like it 🥺)

Mc with Hypermobility

Genre: Headcanons, Comfort Characters featured: Barbatos, Beelzebub, Simeon, and Lucifer Wc: ~ 1.9k Written for a Gn!Mc (you/yours) CW: mentions of disability and injury, some mentions of the boys helping you bathe/clean yourself, a little bit of over-protectiveness

Barbatos

First of all, don't expect anything less than utmost one-on-one attention, no matter the circumstances.

Obviously he has to serve Diavolo, but after your relationship solidifies, you are on par with his diligence to serving the future king (if not more important to him)

If he doesn't already know what hypermobility is after you disclose your condition to him, he will research the hell out of it to ensure he knows everything there possibly is to know about your condition and your needs, and will ask pointed questions about how your condition affects you as he feels the need to, to fill gaps in his research.

He knows how fragile humans already are, and he is already very careful and cautious about things that will cause you harm, but he can't predict everything (though sometimes it really seems like he can) and accidents happen.

When you do eventually get hurt for whatever reason, he will drop whatever he's doing to tend to you. It doesn't matter what or when or why or how, but he will make you his #1 priority.

Be prepared to be doted on for a very long time. You wont have to cook, clean, or do really anything on your own unless you are very insistent about it. He will even help you bathe unless you draw a firm line with him about it.

He will do what he can to mitigate any pain, and probably try to talk Solomon into finding a cure for your ailment using magic if he can. Obviously, you wanting said cure after it's discovered is up to you and he won't force it on you, but he doesn't want you to have to live in pain.

He will be more than willing to massage you or give you any sort of help with moving, doing his best to ensure he's well educated on the things he's doing to help. If you insist that it isn't his duty, he will at the very least help you get access to whatever care would be helpful in the human world- no matter the cost. (Also expect him to come with to every damn appointment and critique the PT or OT on what they're doing and how it could be better. lmao)

Beelzebub

Beel is a very active and motivated demon, so sometimes he forgets that his routines for exercising and other interests, as well as just his sheer strength and size, may take a lot out of a human- especially one who has hypermobility.

Despite the occasional air-headedness though, he always checks in to make sure you're okay with what you're doing when your with him, whether it be walking to a restaurant, helping him with his workout, or even just watching a movie and cuddling.

You are one of two most important people in the world to him, so he tries to be careful when he's doing anything with you, but he's not perfect, and neither are you, so sometimes you'll end up overextending or hurting yourself around him.

No matter how many times it happens or how often you reassure him that it's not his fault, Beel will still feel guilty whenever you get hurt- even if it wasn't involving him at all.

Because of the guilt he feels, Beel will often try to make up for it by essentially making it so you dont have to do anything. Like, ever.

I'm talking carrying you anywhere and everywhere, getting anything you need so you don't have to get up, or even feeding you.

Generally, after you're injured, Beel is extra cautious with you and ensures he treats you especially gently. He will also get very protective, and may even growl at one of his brothers if they are being too rowdy near you.

Expect lots of check ins- especially surrounding food. Are you thirsty? Do you want a snack? Are you sure you don't want a second helping at dinner? Oh, did you want this very specific condiment? He'll grab it, don't worry.

Simeon

Simeon is already so gentile by nature, but once he learns of your hypermobility, he somehow becomes even -more- gently with you.

Expect him to constantly hover where you are. Not suffocatingly so, but he's always within earshot, so if you call him he'll be at your side in a second.

He knows how dangerous the Devildom can be for any human, but it can be 10x worse for a human with a condition that makes them vulnerable. He has an inherent need to protect you, so he'll try his best to ensure you are safe from harm.

Unfortunately, he can't prevent -everything-, so there will be times where you do over-extend or get hurt. You've had the condition long enough to where you probably know how to handle it, but Simeon will be a difficult person to convince of this.

At first, before learning more about your condition and your needs, he will bombard you with questions of how he can help you. Once he learns though, the actions become second nature to him (You may have to remind him though that consent is important before he tries to pick you up and carry you somewhere lol)

Generally, he will try to be around you more when you're injured. It may take a lot of convincing for the brothers to let him spend the night, or allow him to bring you to Purgatory hall for a few days, but he probably wont take no for an answer and cart you off anyways, as long as you're willing. The brothers can be rowdy, so he wants to make sure you have a respite wherever you are.

He will dot on you lots, and get you anything you could possibly need- and then some. Often he will convince Luke to bake some extra sweets if you injure yourself, and you will always find him trying to do things to make you smile during times where the pain is really bad- like writing you a poem or doing something to make you laugh

Lucifer

Lucifer was already sort-of protective and helicopter-y over you before he would learn of your condition, but after you talk with him about your hypermobility, its going to be near impossible to get rid of him lol.

He tends to mother you quite a bit, and sometimes it can come off as nagging, but he generally does it because of how anxious he is. It might not be lectures, but just small reminders so you don't injure yourself. Ask when you need something in a difficult to reach place. Stretch frequently when you sit in odd positions. Make sure you don't push yourself too hard.

Lucifer constantly has an eye on you if he can. He will insist on doing any homework, projects, or cleaning in his company, though he cant watch you -all- the time, of course.

When you ultimately do get hurt or over-extend yourself, Lucifer's first instinct is to find out exactly where you're hurting, and do his best to tend to the area. His second instinct, though, will probably be to lecture you- especially if something that caused the injury was preventable with one of his many...many... reminders.

Despite the bit of callousness he may display when lecturing you, he will immediately take on a nurturing role afterwards.

Don't expect to really have to do anything. Often times you'll find he's already done the things that needed to be done. Any homework or projects will magically be finished, any chores or cleaning will be done with no mention of it, and there will always be plenty of your favorite snacks, desserts, and drinks within reach, even before you know you want them.

He will also neglect his own work to spend time with you when you're recovering or in any pain. He will distract you by playing a round of chess, or playing some music for you- either on one of his records or live in the music room. He will either constantly be in your room, or constantly have you in his. He wants to make sure you're as comfortable as possible.

He will also do any personal grooming for you if you allow him. Whether it be bathing, getting dressed, brushing/combing/styling your hair- any of it. He is more than happy to tend to pretty much any of your needs.

He may be a bit dictator-y about your time and activities while and just after you've been injured though. He will scold his brothers when they are too rowdy around you, and try to prevent you from getting involved in any of their activities out of fear that you may get hurt again.

His over-powering attitude toward your care can sometimes be annoying, but it definitely comes from a place of worry for your wellbeing. He hates seeing you hurt or in pain, and wants to prevent it as much as possible.

#obey me!#obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me beelzebub #obey me gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #gn!reader #gn!mc #om!#obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me headcanons #headcanons

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bunnyreaper · 1 year

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oh my god i,,, 🥺 i know i was JUST here but i am once agin. sliding into your asks to propose more father things--

the teenage/older child brings home their first partner, how would gabo handle it, and what do you think would be able to win him over? 👀

notes: angel hi!! im ngl this took me a while bcs i was half convinced this ask only happened in my dreams sksksk, i also struggled so if it's bad im so sorry, i went for a lil fic rather than hc's???

warnings: f!reader, slight overprotective gabe.

The second Gabriel lays eyes on the young man, you know he doesn't like what he sees.

Josh, as he introduced himself, holds himself with far too much confidence for an awkward 17-year-old, yet he tries to pull it off all the same.

When he smiles as he shakes Gabriel's hand, you begin to worry.

Your own greetings are much more friendly than your husband's, as you're intrigued to see your daughter's choice of guys. Seemingly a little different from your own at that age.

Motherly instincts take over, and you pull everyone to the kitchen, so you can get Josh a drink and see if he's hungry.

"Mama, he doesn't need feeding." Your daughter sighs, seemingly embarrassed by your maternal display.

Gabriel stands quietly, watching Josh from the corner of his eye as he makes himself at home at your kitchen island. You quietly watch Gabriel, ready to mediate at any moment.

"So Josh, I hear you're on the football team?" You mention, hoping to start the process of getting to know him somehow. Your daughter has been very tight-lipped about her boyfriend, even with you.

You can practically feel Gabriel's eye twitching as his brain makes all sorts of assumptions.

"Yes, Mrs. Reyes." He responds politely. "I'm a running back. Did you play football, Mr. Reyes?" He turns his attention to Gabriel. While you sense Josh is a well-mannered boy, you can see he's desperate to win Gabriel over.

"Basketball, mostly, but a little bit of football too." Gabriel offers a forced smile, and you can tell he's really trying to adjust to the newness of this scenario while fighting all his papa bear instincts.

"And please call me (Y/N)." You chime in, approaching your husband for a moment as you stroke his arm.

"I'd be scared to see you on the other team for sure." Josh laughs good-naturedly.

"He didn't always look that mean and scary, he was a lot dorkier in high school." Your daughter interjects, ignoring her father's scowl. "What? I've seen the pictures! Definitely not as big and burly as he is now."

Gabriel crosses his arms over his chest, sending your daughter a playful glare. "Well, a life in the military builds you up."

She rolls her eyes in the way she usually does. "Mom doesn't look like a tank."

"I know I've let myself go a little, but I'm not that out of shape!" You gasp, pretending to be offended by your daughter's comments.

"You're perfect, mi vida." Gabriel whispers, softening for a moment.

"Gross." She declares, her nose crinkling in disgust. "I'm gonna go change, okay?" Your daughter sends you a pleading look that begs you to keep things calm while she's gone.

She leaves the kitchen, and the room falls quiet before Gabriel fills the silence.

"So what are your intentions with my daughter?"

"Gabe!" You gasp, smacking him playfully. The poor boy was going to be traumatized.

"Uh, I just really like her, I swear." Josh's smile is soft and genuine. "She's sweet, she's been tutoring in Spanish because I've been struggling, and I help her with physics."

"She hates physics." You comment, knowing that the help would really be doing a lot for her.

Josh looks somewhat nervous, though entirely truthful. "We just realized we have a lot of fun together."

Gabriel simply nods.

"Happy?" You ask, brow raised. Time would tell what was to become of Josh, and what his intentions were--he really didn't need the interrogation.

"I understand." Josh offers. "My mom gave her a grilling too. She handled it really well, though."

You chuckle, though your chest flares with your own protective streak.

"As parents, we can't help but be overprotective." Gabriel adds.

"Some of us are better at keeping it to ourselves, but my husband is a barbarian." You nudge him with your hips teasingly. "I'm not going to pretend to understand you men."

"He's hardly a man." Gabriel comments and then is fixed with a sharp look from you. "No offense, kid."

"It's okay. When I heard her last name, I knew that if I hurt her, I'd probably end up in a ditch... sorry." Josh cringes, realizing that's probably a little too blunt.

"I wouldn't put you in a ditch. Too easy to find your body."

"Gabe!" You chastise, but the two are sharing a laugh regardless.

Gabriel is warming up to him, even if it's just a little bit. You know it'll take some time for him to truly trust Josh with your daughter's heart, but for now, it's a step in the right direction.

"Uh, Mr. Reyes," Josh begins the conversation again. "I was actually wondering, would you have any advice for someone looking to join the military?"

"Don't." Your husband replies without missing a beat.

"Hey now, if we both hadn't ended up in Overwatch, we never would've met." You add.

"I suppose." He says, before taking a moment to think of some actual advice. You can almost see him slip into Commander mode. "Whatever ego and pride you have going in won't get you anywhere. Leave it for your civilian life. And get a therapist sooner rather than later.

"Right, sounds good." Josh nods, a little taken aback.

"You know, if you're still together through your training, it's going to make things really difficult. Being with someone in the service isn't easy, and my daughter doesn't deserve to be hanging onto some guy who just comes and goes."

You cringe at Gabriel's harsh words, even if you're right there in believing your daughter deserves the best. "That seems slightly hypocritical of us to say."

Gabriel raises a brow at you. "It's not the same, you were right there with me."

"Don't go giving them ideas." You mutter. "But, it was still hard, as all relationships are. You can figure that one out for yourselves, though, I'm sure."

Josh seems to be absorbing the information. "Yeah. Thank you both for your honesty, though."

"Are you sure you don't want something to eat?" You ask, practically desperate to offer more hospitality.

"No, I'm okay, thank you."

"Piece of advice, if you're going to be sticking around." Gabriel begins, his voice not brash or challenging. "Accept the woman's cooking. She'll feed you one way or another." The words serve as a small olive branch.

"Yes sir." Josh nods, and you and Gabriel share a look.

"Everything okay?" Your daughter asks, returning to the kitchen with a skeptical look.

"Everything's fine." Her father replies, yet she looks to you for confirmation.

"It's good. I'm putting a pizza in the oven." You add.

"Of course you are, we're gonna go watch movies." She says, tugging Josh off of the stool.

"Not in your room, you're not." Gabe adds, ready to follow them both.

"Dad!" She cries.

"... I just wanted to spend some time getting to know the kid. Cálmate, chica." He smirks. "Besides, if we're all on the couch, you can cuddle up between your two favorite guys." Gabriel pulls your daughter into him, embarrassing her with kisses smothered all over her face.

She squirms, pretending to hate the attention. "Cállate la boca, papa!"

#gabriel reyes x reader #gabriel reyes #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes headcanon #reaper overwatch #overwatch fanfiction

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beachbabey · 1 year

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i've been so bad at sleeping and just want daddy!jake or daddy!rhett to make me sleepy and cozy :((

word count: 1.1k

Daddy!Jake x Little!Reader

warnings: fluff, age regression, sfw

a.n - this is such a cute request 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I get so sleepy on car rides too so I consider myself an expert on this

pspspspsppsp @sebsxphia

He tried to hide his worry as he saw your curled up form on the couch, some old 90's gameshow playing on the tv in the background, he quietly took his coat off and placed it on the hook, walking over to you, he can see your glazed over eyes, it was as if you were sleeping with your eyes open

Smiling, Jake leaned over the back of the couch, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your temple before sitting down next to you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand rest there.

“There you are, what are you doing down here?? it's 2am baby, I told you I'd be back late” he chides you. Looking shyly up at him, you hugged his hand tightly to your face.

“Hi dada” your voice barely above a whisper, turning your head back towards the screen.

"Hey sweetie," he said softly, realising the headspace you were in, you must've regressed after he left, and weren't able to get to sleep, you could never sleep without him. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

"Oh angel c'mere, come to daddy" he cooed, reaching over your shoulder to turn you towards him and cuddling up to him, your face buried into his chest.

"Couldn't sleep, little one?" He asks you tentatively, stroking the side of your face, intently watching your facial expressions as you stare off into space.

"Mhmm, just can't, feels weird without you dada, now I'm too awake" you whined, feeling frustrated at how hard communicating was for you.

But Jake somehow always knew what you meant, and what you wanted.

"Oh bubba, it's okay baby, it's okay," he said in a hushed tone, scratching at your scalp with his fingernails, squeezing you and keeping you as close to him as possible. Letting the silence fall over the room, seeing if it would help you doze off with no such luck, feeling you move every few minutes and huff angrily at how hard it was to feel sleepy. Jake sat and thought for a few minutes before an idea struck him, moving his head to perch on top of yours, humming in thought.

"What is it daddy?" you ask him, moving forward to look up at him

"Do you think if we went for a drive, it would help, Angel?" He questioned looking down at you inquisitively, you sat and thought about it for a minute, you did love car rides when you were little, and road trips always made you sleepy, especially when it's this time of year when there's flurries of snow and icy winds for weeks on end and it gets dark before 9pm. Jake usually blasts the heater on in his truck and keeps a blanket in there for you to snuggle up in on long journeys. Even going as far as to keep a spare paci in the glove compartment for you

"think so, dada, i like car rides" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes, trying to get rid of the itchy sensation from staring at the tv for so long, Jake gently takes your hand in his own, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your palm, bringing them up to his lips, brushing your knuckles over them before pressing a small peck to your fingertips, the light, ticklish sensation making you smile sleepily, you perk up a little as he looks at you, eyes all soft and loving, so much so that they shine in the soft light of the tv.

"Come on then honey, let's get you all wrapped up and go on an adventure" He reaches towards you and boops your nose, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you to your bedroom, unceremoniously dropping you onto the mattress, making you squeak and giggle as you bounce up as down, flopping down and watching him flitter around the room, getting your slippers and dressing gown out of the wardrobe and laying them on the bed, helping you sit upright so he could slide the sleeves over your arms, tying the belt snugly, grabbing your hands and pulling you up on your feet

After you were layered enough to battle the cool night air he places your paci gently in your mouth and clips it to your shirt, kissing it, before handing you your favourite plushie for you to cuddle.

"You ready angel?" He asked watching as you nodded your head sleepily, grabbing your hands to lift you onto your feet. Leading you downstairs before picking up his keys. Getting you into the passenger seat, buckling you in, before going to the driver's side, getting in and starting the car.

"You want the radio on Angel?"

"Nuh uh, like it quiet dada" you hum, settling into your seat, reaching out and feeling the hot air from the fans flow through your fingers, reaching for one of his hands, bringing it to rest in yours on top of one of your thighs, his thumb immediately rubbing circles into the back of your hand.

After around half an hour of driving, the feeling of small potholes in the road, the warmth of Jake's hand on your thigh and the gentle hum of the engine were enough to make you close your eyes, the fuzzy feeling of drifting into sleep taking hold of you, soft snores escaping your lips as you fall into a deep sleep. Jake looks over, hearing the snores, seeing your paci had dropped to your lap and softly chuckles to himself, a soft smile rests on his face as he circles back and begins to drive home.

Finally arriving home, Jake switches off the engine, reaching over to you, he slowly unbuckles your seatbelt before getting out and circling around to the passenger side, unlocking your door gently, and carefully, trying his hardest not to wake you. Gently getting his arms under your knees and across your back, lifting you up and settling you onto his hip, gently shushing you as you began to stir, hip bumping the door and locking his car.

Using one hand to unlock the front door and closing it with his foot, you whine and squirm in his arms, the bright lights of the hallway waking you up, squinting and hiding your face in Jake's neck.

"It's okay honey, we're back home, gonna get you up to bed real soon" He whispers to you, bringing a hand up to the back of your head, keeping you stable and comforted, carefully walking upstairs with you still on his hip, he sets you down on the mattress, pulling back the covers and taking off your dressing gown and slippers. Bringing your paci up to your lips as he moves down to bring you into his arms, pressing your back into his chest, wrapping his arm around your stomach, your hand unconsciously coming to cover his, interlocking your fingers with his, placing a peck to your temple before closing his eyes.

"G'night angel, dada loves you"

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x little!reader #hangman x reader #hangman x little!reader

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my-soupy-brain · 10 months

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I’m so new to requesting but I love your fics so much and got into them more recently. Could I possibly ask for some comforting Ted after having trouble sleeping at night? I go through this all the time and feel so bad about myself that I keep experiencing it.

I feel like that sweet mustached cuddle bear of a man would be there to wrap his arms around me and be someone to cuddle with telling me everything is going to be okay. I always feel like he has such a way with words that are so soothing and comforting 🥺

Hi, I'm the problem, it's me. I'm also a terrible sleeper and it's so comforting when someone can help you ease back to dreamland. He would be such a comfort, so giving with his love and helping you get the rest you need. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warning: None, all comfort

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You were so sick of this.

Tossing and turning. Your brain not shutting off.

You look at the clock.

If I fall asleep right now, I'll get 5 hours.

An hour goes by, more tossing and turning. Reading. Playing a game on your phone. Meditation app.

If I fall asleep right now, I'll get 4 hours.

You whimper as you keep looking at the clock, your mind racing too hard to slow down and rest. Somehow your physical exhaustion losing a battle to mental restlessness.

"Baby," you hear a low, husky, sleepy voice say behind your back, and a large, warm hand and arm draped over your tummy, sliding you backward against a broad chest.

"It's OK, honey'," he murmurs in your ear, soft kisses from soft lips along your ear, your neck.

"Can't sleep?" he asks, knowing the answer all too well.

You nod and whimper again. "Yeah..."

His hand caresses your arm, your shoulder, and your waist and hips, before tucking under your own arm and holding you close to his body at the chest. You can practically feel his heartbeat through your back.

Teddy is your own weighted blanket in moments like this. Wrapping you up in a coil of love, his long, muscular legs tangled with yours, his feet trying to warm up yours that poked through the blanket as you tossed and turned.

"It's OK if you can't sleep," Ted whispers gently. "Your brain will know when it's time to shut off. Sometimes it just has to work out the kinks. Just happens to be at a bad time," he continues...

You nod along, steadying your breathing with his.

"And if this keeps up sugar, we can find some ways to help you wind down every night a little better, make some sleep habits. I could use 'em too, I'm sure," he admits, and you understand -- his anxiety gets the better of him, too.

"I know I'm tired, I just can't seem to let myself drift off," you explain, and Ted kisses you ever-so-gently on your ear again.

"I know, baby..."

"I feel so foolish, being unable to sleep. It's such a bad cycle! I feel lousy and tired, I can't sleep, so I feel more lousy and tired," you continue.

"But it's just your tired noodle doing that," he answers quietly, squeezing you tighter. "When you're real tired, it makes your brain play tricks. It makes you feel bad."

You nod again, understanding.

"We'll get you some sleep, I promise, darlin'," Ted assures, tucking the blanket over both of you. "I love you, honey. I love you so much..."

Ted's soft voice against your ear, his breath fanning across your neck and cheek, seems to be the medicine you needed as you feel your eyes droop.

When Ted hears your breathing regulate, and your body calm, he smiles and joins you in dreams.

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I hope this was helpful, my friend! I understand the plight of bad sleep. My brain never shuts off when I need it. I feel like Ted's wisdom and body weight would shush us both off to dreamland real easily. Thanks for the prompt - and sweet dreams, I hope!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso comfort fiction #we all need cuddles from this man

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dontbelasagnax · 7 months

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thank you for the tag @lttrsfrmlnrrgby! I am so very behind on all the tag games oops

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

Technically 41 but 35 are fics and 6 are artworks.

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

150,270!

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I mainly write for Star Wars (codywan) but I also write for Good Omens! In the past I've also written fic for Doctor Who, Supernatural, Hannibal, and Criminal Minds. I think there's also a She-Ra fic that never made it past a couple paragraphs in my Google Docs 😂

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

1- kiss it better, baby: short and sweet destiel fic exploring sex repulsed asexuality in omegaverse

2 - Some Secrets aren't Meant to be Told: unfinished reader insert Criminal Minds x Supernatural crossover casefic I started when I was a teenager and abysmal at writing. Not to further disparage my age appropriate writing skills, but the formatting makes it nearly unreadable. We all learn and grow

3 - I'll Try and Somehow Make a Meaning of the Poison in this Place: 5 firsts between codywan as friends-with-benefits PLUS 1 time as boyfriends!

4 - catch me if you can (you already have): very sweet THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED codywan fic

5 - you're cute when you're nervous: good ol' codywan fic where they fulfill their promise of "after the war"

The blurbs are necessary because I do not recognize my fics by their titles 😂

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to every comment! Sometimes it just takes me a while because I've got anxiety and overthink everything. But I do always eventually reply! *glances at my inbox of 45+ comments and sweats*

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

If you discard the blip of an epilogue at the end of what's left unspoken, your heart will ache. I wrote the epilogue because after I finished the fic, I read it through, sat back and thought "ow, what the fuck". Couldn't leave myself and everyone else with that bittersweet open ending.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh God. Everything I've ever written has a happy ending. I don't even know, man. Maybe my fwb codywan fic since it has so many rocky bits that the ending feels all the more sweet?

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Very fortunate to say that I haven't!

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, yes I do. My smut exists as an expression of love and a vessel of emotional and physical intimacy between the characters. Even when I think I've just written something properly fucknasty, all my comments are like "wow this is so soft and sweet 🥺". Genuinely, my smut is so asexual. It's rare I write characters experiencing sexual attraction; it's all about how the characters feel, both physically and emotionally. I've not done a very good job of making this sound sexy. I promise people say it's hot too.

I really respect authors who write unabashedly horny things without the characters being in love. Hats off to you guys. I've got no fucking clue how that works!

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written one crossover (the one linked in the kudos question) but I don't think it was particularly crazy. Don't think I'll ever write another crossover but I do love fusions and I've done one of Sleeping Beauty and Star Wars! I'd definitely love to do something like that again.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't but that would be so cool.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope!

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh goodness. Well. Hm. My ships have all gotten me through the lowest points of my life thus far and led me to meet my most treasured friends. I don't think I could concretely give an answer to this because every ship is special to me in a different way. I will say that I find myself so unbelievably grateful for codywan these days.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a Hannibal coffeeshop AU (Hannibal is still a cannibal, he just falls in love (unhealthily obsessed) with Will who's the only barista at the overpriced coffeeshop he frequents to get his order perfectly correct every single time) that I loooooove but I genuinely have not been able to get into the right headspace and flow to finish it.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I'm really good at writing tender and heartfelt emotions. All the sap. It's my niche. If it's not implanted into every crevice of the fic just how sickeningly in love the characters are with one another, then it's not something I've written. I don't even do it on purpose most of the time. I sneeze and it appears on the page.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I cannot possibly comprehend drafts (for fic writing). Everything has to be as close to how it is in my head on the first try. This is why it takes me so excruciatingly long to write anything. I hunker down and overthink and rewrite the same sentence five times over the course of an hour. Yes I know this isn't a sustainable writing method, HOWEVER, I've never claimed to have a good method of writing. Also, I'm not changing it. I'm stuck in my ways and I like it here. I'm cozy.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If not done in a very specific way, it's definitely a pet peeve of mine.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who!

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

At the moment, it's you're cute when you're nervous. Everytime I read it--which isn't often because I like to give myself time and space from my fics so I can enjoy them properly--it hits me with violent waves of emotion. Everything feels so palpable. I just really love it.

I've got no clue who's already been tagged so, truly, these are no pressure tags: @shortcuts-make-long-delays @aquaticflames @inkformyblood @agreekdemigod @cillyscribbles

#lasagna rambles

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tiptapricot · 2 years

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I love the idea of the moon boys teaching each other things 🥺

Could you write one where Steven teaches Marc how to braid Layla’s hair? I tried to rack my brain for something Steven would know that Marc wouldn’t and that’s all I could come up with. Something else traditionally feminine would do too though ❤️

Marc loves Layla’s hair. He loves the feel of it, the way her curls twist through his fingers, soft against his skin, and make his nerves tingle. He loves the smell of it, of her, warm and gentle and tinged with coconut shampoo and amber. She grounds him, she completes him, and something about fiddling with her hair is just… nice. It gives him something to fidget with, something to calm his mind when it’s running too fast.

It’s embarrassing how often his hands find themselves tugging at it absentmindedly (gently always gently, he could never hurt her), but she doesn’t seem to mind. Instead she’ll push into his touch, curl closer, twist over to kiss him. Sometimes she even lets him brush it, or scrub soap into her scalp with slow, easy movements as her muscles unwind after a hard day.

“You can braid it, if you want,” she says one night when they’re curled up on the couch in Steven’s apartment, the TV turned low and the room dim. Marc’s fingers pause where they were playing with a stray curl by her ear, his brows furrowing.

He glances down at her, and an image runs through his mind of pulling her hair from her neck like some delicate treasure and weaving it through his fingers, dark and soft. He shivers. But…

“Can’t,” he says. “Dunno how.” It’s a simple admission, and yet somehow saying it out loud brings a mortifying warmth to his cheeks. Is he supposed to know? It never came up, but if she wants him to he could try. Does she want him to try?

Layla tips her head back to look at him, smiling. “It’s fine, Marc.” She scoots back further against his chest, turning over so her face is pressed into the crook of his neck. “Maybe I can teach you sometime.”

Marc nods, distracted, nuzzling into the crown of her head to press a kiss there. “Yeah, I’d like that baby.” He’d like it so much. He doesn’t deserve her.

Layla laughs quietly, little puffs of hot air hitting his collarbone, before they settle back into silence. Marc starts carding his fingers through her curls again, rhythmic, relaxing, and Layla hums, her heartbeat slowing against his ribs. Eventually her breaths smooth into the even lull of sleep, and Marc pulls her a little closer, tracing the shape of her skull each time his hand slides down.

These might be some of favorite moments, when he can just be close to her. He knows what it’s like not to have them now, not to have her, and he’ll never take them for granted again.

Marc’s never had a great track record with words (sometimes they’re just too hard, or his voice doesn’t work, or he finds he doesn’t have one at all), but he can always speak through actions. That’s what he likes so much about these moments. Layla will allow him into her space, like he was always meant to be there even if he wasn’t, even if he did so much to hurt her, and Marc will kiss her wrists or press against her back and hope she knows that it means everything.

There’s a certain shape to the corners of her eyes up close when she smiles, warmed with freckles and pinching tight with happy creases, and it always takes Marc’s breath away. Layla has so much to admire. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop.

‘Marc?’ Steven’s voice rises quietly in their mind, like he’s trying not to intrude. He’s been there most of the evening, though, hovering close to the front.

“Mm…” Marc hums aloud. ‘What’s up?’

‘I could help, if you want. With the braiding. I’m pretty good myself.’

Marc pauses, thumb rubbing against Layla’s temple. ‘Yeah? Where’d you learn that? Unless I’m missing way more shit than I thought we didn’t go to a lot of summer camps.’

It’s lighthearted, and Steven laughs gently. Marc gets the impression of him shaking his head.

‘No, nothing like that. I helped Dad prepare for Shabbat every week, that’s all. We did it together ‘cause Mum was always… tired…’ He trails off for a moment, going quiet. A small realization of sadness and guilt washes through Marc for a moment, though he’s not sure if it’s coming from him or Steven. Steven clears his throat harshly. ‘Sorry,’ he continues. ‘Sorry, sorry, my point was, I got wicked good at braiding challah, and while it’s not quite the same with the, like… extra strand bits and all that, when Dad was teaching me I started out a real knob at it, so we just did it the easy way for a bit, with just three bits to braid instead of six and—sorry I’m rambling aren’t I?’

Marc huffs, smiling. ‘You’re fine, Steven.’

‘Well what I meant to say is even if we didn’t make it the simple way much, I have a good handle on this type of thing so I can… I can teach you, if you’d like. If that would help.’

The silence that follows carries expectation. Marc worries his nail over the hairs laying on his fingers, focusing on the way he can feel the bumps of each little piece. He wants to say yes. It would be easier to say yes if he was someone else, but he’s not. He’s never been good at easy.

Marc puffs out a little breath and glances up at the ceiling. His hands start moving over Layla’s head again, threading through the locks like a comb.

He should say yes. That’s all he needs to say, and Steven would help. He just needs to say yes.

He fists a small chunk of Layla’s hair, nervous and tight, his other hand coming up to get its own handful. He hopes she doesn’t wake up.

He’s not jealous, he’s not. He knows there was a reason he wasn’t there for the shit Steven was, because that was the whole point of how they worked, some of them weren’t meant to be certain places. But that doesn’t stop a little part of him from aching a bit. He hasn’t had challah in… too long. It’s been too long.

His hands loosen on the two fistfuls, pulling them away from Layla’s head delicately and laying them against her back. Marc looks at them, at the shape of his knuckles, the little scars on the back of his hand. Then they move of their own volition to lay one of the sections of hair over the center piece, before doing the same with the one from the other side.

Oh…

Marc watches in silence as Steven braids Layla’s hair, their elbow scooting up the back of the couch to get a better angle. It’s quiet in the flat. The movement is mesmerizing.

When Steven gets to the end, their hands pull back, hovering.

‘Sorry do you…? Do you have a hair tie on you?’ he asks.

Marc shakes his head, eyes fixed on the messy braid trailing down Layla’s back. It’s pretty on her. It’s really pretty. He reaches out to touch it, and it’s him moving this time, the pads of his fingers tracing over it quietly. She shifts a bit in her sleep, the braid lolling off to one side.

‘Hmm… it won’t stay in without a tie. Maybe we can redo it again later?’ Steven offers.

Marc thinks of Layla sitting in his lap, leaning forward, of a bright string of hair ties layered down his arm as he weaves each piece over, and over, and over… He thinks of her laughing.

“Yeah…” his voice is barely a whisper when he says it, his fingers sliding down in slow motion to push through the braid until it’s undone beneath his palm. He arranges Layla’s hair back over her shoulders carefully, smoothing it out, making it look natural, and then he leans back, arm draped over her delicately. Later… again… Maybe I can teach you sometime. “That sounds good.”

(Also now on ao3!)

#they r just… yeah #SORRY this took so long holy shit #decided to bang this out today #it’s a bit rough but I think it’s sweet n I hope you like it!#moon knight #marc spector #layla el faouly #marclayla #steven grant #my fic #my-fic #the fruit is talking again #MK scene requests #fic

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