#Noi x gn reader

[fanficsforunderatedanime]

hi hi!! can i ask for noi relationship hcs? :)

hefwhi omg yess first request let's goooo I hope it's not horrible

Noi as your girlfriend gn! reader☀️🦝

she is soo sweet <3

if you're shorter than her (most likely like girl is 2.09m so if you're taller leave some for the rest of us) she'd be quite protective of you and think you're the most adorable person in the world.

if you're taller (you liar-) she'd still think you're the most adorable person ever let's be honest

she would admire you from afar and from up close alike

she would like to lay on your thighs but carefully

please comb her hair she'll be so happy

she will try to be suuper gentle with you but let's be honest she has muscles so sometimes she'll miscalculate her strengh

if she ever accidentally hurts you because of that she will apologize the entire day even if you say it's fine poor girl

will take care of you

will try to cook for you

will cuddle you and kiss you all the time

she will place her hand on your thigh in meetings with Eno

handholdinghandholdinghandholdi-

very loving <3

[cherryredstars]

Hello Cherry and congrats for your 1k! <3

My request would be a Miguel one, where he's a thigh lover and when he sees reader wearing a skirt for the first time (usually reader wears pants) and he just can't resist and ask for a thigh job and maybe a quickie <3

1K Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: Reader wears a skirt, NSFW, 18+, Smut with Slight Plot, Thigh Job, Quickie, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Public Sex, Dirty Talking, Slight Hand Kink. Creampie

Summary: You should wear skirts more often

Word Count: 1.5K (Not Edited)

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, but thank fuck. 

The moment you had walked out of the bedroom, a flowy skirt exposing your legs for his eyes to devour, he knew he was done for. He could practically feel the stiffening of his pants as he watched you walk, the ends of the skirt swaying with each step. Its a fucking tease the way one side would lift the slightest bit, revealing the smooth skin of your thigh before disappearing behind the fabric again. And the annoyed face you made over your shoulder at him as you complained of his slow pace just made him that much more eager to replace it with a fucked-out expression. It was criminal that you only wore a skirt for a group hangout and never for any of the dates the two of you went on. 

So, it was no surprise when Miguel pulled you into his lap as he got comfortable in the booth. You had raised an eyebrow at him which he promptly ignored as he turned to listen to whatever Peter was rambling about. You huffed in annoyance, moving to get off only to have Miguel’s hand press into your lower stomach to hold you in place. A blush had instantly risen on your face as you saw his large hand on your body, your hand hesitantly came up and rested against his. A deeper blush came across your face as you compared hand sizes. It caused Miguel to blow out a chuckle against your ear. 

Things had been fine since then. He shifted you on his lap every now and then to hide his boner, which he usually got from having you in his lap, but the two of you mostly basked in the presence of your friends. Until all your friends had decided to leave the table. A song that Jessica, MJ, and you knew by heart start to play through the loud club speakers, causing all of you to perk up. MJ and Jessica didn’t hesitate to pull their husbands out of the booth, excitedly moving to the dance floor. You had begun to follow them, only to have Miguel land both of his hands onto your thighs and keep you in place.

You were about to complain, only for all the air to escape your lungs as his hands trailed higher up. You nervously turned to him as he started to spread your thighs the slightest bit. From the shift of position, you could feel his erection still at the ready for your attention. As he pushed on the small of your back to get you up against the table you turned to him and scowled. 

“Miguel. What are you doing?” You hissed as his hands went down to pull down the zipper of his pants. He fished into his pants for a second, his hand returning with his leaky cock. 

“You look so pretty in that skirt, mi vida.” He mumbled in response as he repositioned you onto his lap again. 

A soft gasp left you as you felt his cock slide against your underwear. He wasted no time leaning back and pressed your thighs against either side of his dick. He groaned at the feeling, keeping his hands to the side of your thighs as he subtly began to thrust upwards. A startled whimper left you as you grabbed onto the edge of the table to stop you from falling forward with his movements. One of your hands falls on top of his and you claw at it. 

“M-Miguel,” You whisper out, leaning back against him as he squeezes at your thighs and speeds up his thrusts the tiniest bit. Both of you moan when he shifts his hips so he rubs perfectly against you. “We’re in public!”

He only grunts out in response as he continues his demonstrations. His heavy breathing hits against your ear as he tries to dampen his noises. A slight sweat starts to build on his skin that sticks your back to his front. Another surprised noise leaves you when he suddenly leans forward and presses your stomach against the table to deepen his thrusts.

“Skirt’s covering ‘verything. Feel s’good baby.” He slurs against your ear as he feels his peak coming. When you look down, you can see the rising and falling of your skirt as his tip hits against it. A damp spot is over the area, stained with his precum. 

Your hand moves to press onto the area, timing it perfectly to when Miguel thrusts upwards. It does him in, a deep groaning leaving as he hits your hand and the damp spot grows with his cum. You can feel it fall to your thighs, a whimper leaving your mouth as the stickiness warms your skin. Miguel’s labored breathing is still pressed against your ear, his hands moving up to wrap around your waist. 

“Are they done dancing?” Miguel mumbles against your shoulder. For a second you're confused, not quite comprehending what he means. Nonetheless, your eyes scan the dance floor before falling onto your friends. They’re still having fun despite the song changes. 

When you shake your head, a pleased growl leaves Miguel before he’s standing you up. It’s a tight fit between the table and Miguel, but it doesn’t last long as he readjusts your skirt and tucks himself back into his pants. With his hands still around your waist, he guides you out of the booth and towards the bathrooms. A deep blush mars your cheeks as you feel his release drip down the side of your leg. You are a thousand times thankful that it’s too dark for anyone to see clearly. 

The tension builds as Miguel pushes you into the gender neutral bathroom and locks the door. His brooding figure takes you and lifts you onto the sink counter, finding his way in between your spread legs. A satisfied groan leaves his mouth when he lifts your skirt and finds the remains of his come on your thighs. He trails his finger through it, smearing it more on your skin and collecting some on his finger. WIthout asking, you open your mouth and wait for him to place his finger on your tongue. When he does, you eagerly suck off his cum and the tiniest moan vibrates against his digit. 

A pleased smile covers his mouth as he mumbles out a ‘that’s my good baby’ before his hands are pulling your underwear off. A damp spot marks where your crotch was, and Miguel holds it up to his nose with a moan before stuffing it into his pocket. You swat his shoulder with a giggle, the noise quickly dying out as he pushes his pants down to his thighs. Your mouth suddenly runs dry at his still hard cock as he fists it with sharp strokes as he studies your naked sex. 

With his unoccupied hand, Miguel collects your arousal and spreads it against your hole, watching the way his finger preps you for him. Your hips instinctively push into his hand, a whine for more leaving you. Miguel tsks at your impatience, but steps closer to line himself up. His angry head circles your entrance, teasing you as he pushes it against your opening without the needed force to penetrate. A frustrated noise leaves you, and you buck your hips up to try to sink him inside you. 

A heavy moan fills the bathroom as he thrusts all the way in at the same second. A loud ‘fuck’ rips out of Miguel’s mouth as he sinks in deep. You’re warm and tight around him, driving his mind crazy as he doesn’t waste a second pulling out and pushing back in hungrily. You try to fall into him as his thrusts spread unbearable pleasure through you, but he pushes you back. A displeased noise sounds from the back of your throat as your body gets put into a crunch-like position. 

A satisfied noise leaves Miguel, getting the perfect view of his cock slipping in and out of you with your face in his peripheral vision. Your mouth is dropped open as heavy pants and soft noises escape and your hole sucks him in every time he pulls back. He keeps his hand pushed against your stomach to keep you in place and so he can feel the tell-tale tensing of your orgasm build. Your legs begin to shake and your hand comes to grab onto his arm as your back arches. A strangled grunt comes from Miguel as he feels you tighten with your release. 

He isn’t far behind, filling you up with a thick warmth that has you on the verge of sobbing. The both of you take your time to calm down and regain your breathing. Miguel finally pulls out with a sharp hiss, watching as his release drips out of you and wetting your already soaked skirt. A triumphed glow radiates from him as he helps you sit up, his hand holding yours as his other pats down your hair the best he can. He holds onto you extra tight as you try to stand up, stumbling slightly from the ache under your skirt. 

“Can I have my underwear back now, Migs?” You giggle once you finally get stable footing and watch as Miguel is about to leave the bathroom. Miguel only turns back to you with a raised eyebrow and shakes his head. 

“No. Text the girls we’re leaving. I’m not done with you and that skirt yet.”

Wasn’t sure what to make the reader’s gender since it didn’t say, and girls and guys and the nons could all wear skirts!! So I’m sorry for the detail-lacking smut.

[blaydie]

ᥫ᭡ FIRST ENCOUNTER — “I hope we can play again one day.” Growing up together — from childhood to adulthood. Sunday x GN reader series.

Word count: 2.8k

Contains: Fluff (lots and lots of fluff), first encounters, first friend (his), different backgrounds, growing up together (main stages of life—will progress over each post), lighthearted topics, lonely child Sunday + more!

Chapter: (1)

Starting school wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Like the adults in your life said—it’s only scary until you go in and experience it. You have to keep your head held high and believe in yourself, and that’s exactly what you did. To your relief, you made your first friend easily. She was a girl, a lot smaller in height than you. You found her outside of the classroom, hyperventilating while the teacher attempted to console her. Before you could step inside the room, the teacher pulled you aside. You were asked to keep her company since she was having a tough time settling in, and you did it in a heartbeat. 

Her name was Robin. The two of you became inseparable, always found sitting next to each other in every class. For the first time in your life, you were invited back to someone else’s home. After getting permission with some extensive begging, your parents eventually caved and drove you over to her house. You never shut up about her, and she never shut up about you. Both of your families had to endure the nonstop chatter about your best friend. 

When the car stops outside of their house, your breath is taken away by the sheer size. This is way bigger than your place! As soon as the car door opens, you sprint up the path and wait outside of their entryway, a giant smile plastered to your face. You wave behind you at your parents, watching as they get back in the car. They were so proud of you for stepping out of the comfort zone you stuck yourself to when you were younger. Before you started school, their main concern was that you’d have a hard time fitting in amongst the crowd. You didn’t particularly get along well with the children in your neighbourhood, but you didn’t tell your parents the reason why. Those kids were just too mean, nothing like Robin. 

Fiddling with your hands, you began to wonder if anyone was going to let you in. Just as you reach to press the doorbell, the door opens. A man towers over you, a somewhat surprised look on his face. He turns his head back to look in the house, his attention temporarily assigned elsewhere. That’s when you notice the younger boy clinging to his leg, his head tilted as he stares at you with curiosity. 

“Hello, little one. Are you Robin’s friend?” The man pushes the young boy aside, ruffling his hair before crouching down to be on your level.

“I am! We’re best friends.” You give him a cheesy grin, and his face softens. 

“Robin and her mom aren’t here right now. You can come in, it might be a little wait.” He steps out of the way, clearing entry for you.

“Okay! Thank you, sir.” You take your shoes off and wander into the house, taking a look around at the interior. 

Too preoccupied with being wowed by their house, you didn’t hear the conversation between Robin’s father and the young boy who appeared to be hiding from you. Letting out a sigh, Robin's father strolls back over to you, accidentally startling you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

“This is my little boy, Sunday. He’s Robin’s older brother.” His dad drags him forward by the arm, almost crashing your two tiny bodies to the floor.

“Hi…” Sunday speaks quietly, unable to look you in the face.

“Hi, Sunday.” You smile, your eyes drifting down to see him fidgeting with his hands in a similar way you do.

“Do you wanna play with my toys…?” Mustering all of his courage, he looks at you and waits for your answer. 

You stare at him, then up at his dad. You were supposed to be here for Robin, but no one gave you a time frame for how long she would be missing. Since you had nothing else to do, you nodded. Sunday’s father made a cheer noise before leaving you in the living room with the young boy. He had long hair, a similar bluish shade to his sister’s. The wings attached to his head flutter before he extends his hand out.

“Let’s go play.” He beams, accepting your hand that you stretched out to meet his. 

The two of you scurried upstairs, a half-sprint, half-walk, speed. Neither one of you was that fast, but there’s no rush. Family pictures decorated each space on the wall, ranging from baby pictures to wedding photos. It was nice to see how well everyone seemed to get along, it made you happy that Robin had a nice home to live in.

Sunday’s room was huge—even bigger than your parents’ bedroom. Your mouth dropped as you looked around at all his belongings, a wide collection of stuffed animals littered on his bed. You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t get any words out of your mouth.

“Um… Do you want to play with my teddies? You’re looking at them funny.” Sunday walks over to his bed, taking one of the stuffed animals into his arms.

“Sorry! I think they’re cute. We can play whatever you want!”

“I want to play with the teddies.” He mumbles, scooting over to make space for you on his bed.

“What are your teddies’ names?”

“Oh, I didn’t give them names. Am I supposed to?”

“It makes it more fun! Can I name them?”

“If you wanna.”

“My one is gonna be called Cuddles and your one can be Patchy.”

“Patchy…” Sunday looks down at his teddy, squeezing it tighter in his embrace.

“What job is Patchy gonna have? Cuddles is a teacher!”

“I want Patchy to be the president.”

“Wow, the president?”

“Yeah, I wanna be the president too when I’m older.”

“That’s so cool!”

“You think?”

“Yeah!”

Sunday’s cheeks grow warm from hearing your excitement. He stretches Patchy’s arms and makes it “hug” Cuddles.

“Do you go to my school?” You inquire. You’re sure Robin would’ve introduced you to her big brother by now. 

“I’m homeschooled.”

“You have school at home?”

“Kinda. My parents have a tutor that comes in and teaches me stuff.”

“Ohh.” You’ve never heard of homeschooling, but it piques your interest. “Do you have any friends from homeschool?”

“Not really.” He didn’t want to admit that he was the only one who attended the private tutoring sessions.

“Why don’t you come to school with me and Robin?”

“I like it at home.”

“That’s awesome!” You give him a thumbs up, continuing to delve into the roleplay you created in your mind.

After a while of having Cuddles teach Patchy some valuable life lessons, such as how to pour a glass of water without spilling it, you begin to wonder where Robin is. You’ve been here for at least an hour or two, but then again, you don’t know how to tell the time quite yet. Sunday’s eyes were sparkling as he watched you play—this was his first time playing with someone who wasn’t part of his family.

“Do you wanna be friends?” Sunday asks, his nose scrunched while he waits for the big news. His wings were completely still—it almost seemed like he was holding his breath.

“Of course I wanna be friends! You’re really fun and nice.” As you would with Robin, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him, feeling the flutter of his wings brushing against your cheeks. It tickled, and you began to giggle.

“Can I tell Dad?” There was nothing but joy in his voice when he broke free, springing to his feet straight away.

“If you want to!”

Bursting out of his room, Sunday runs down the hallway calling for his father. Met with urgency, he comes running at the call of his son, bumping into him before he can make it down the stairs.

“Dad!” Sunday exclaims, practically jumping in place with Patchy still in his hands.

“Is everything okay?”

“I have a friend!”

“Is that so? I’m glad, kid! Go on, go back to play.”

“Are you proud of me?”

“Very. Good job, Sunday.” Placing a kiss on Sunday’s forehead, his father pats his back before he dashes back off to his room. 

Sunday returns, stumbling over his own feet. He lands flat on the bed, chuckling to himself as you stare down at him. This was a big thing for Sunday, and you could tell that this friendship meant a lot to him. 

“Do you know when Robin is gonna be back?”

“She’s at singing practice with Mom. But it’s okay, we can play together.”

“Robin can sing?!” You gasp, clasping your hands together while Sunday nods.

“Yeah, she’s been going to those lessons since like, forever. She’s really good too!”

“Wow, you guys are so cool.”

“You’re way cooler.”

“Am not! You’re super smart and Robin can sing, I don’t really have anything like that.”

“You’re good at imagining things! I couldn’t even think of names for my teddies until you gave them some.”

“Is that cool?”

“I think it’s cool. I dunno how you do it so easily.”

You feel a surge of happiness wash over you, cuddling your knees to your chest. Sunday was so nice. Part of you wishes he could come to your school so you could all play together at recess, but Sunday seemed pretty adamant about liking his homeschooling. 

Time passes by quickly, you and Sunday continue to play with the teddies, having their identities expand rapidly. You yawn, rubbing your eyes and putting down Cuddles. Outside of Sunday’s window, you can see that the sun has started to set, and Robin still hasn’t made it back. You’re sad that she ditched you, but it wasn’t all bad with Sunday’s company.

“My parents are gonna be here to pick me up soon.”

“Already?” Sunday whines, his bottom lip flipping down. “Maybe I can ask Dad if it’s okay for you to stay for dinner.”

“Will I be allowed?”

“I think so. We have a lot of empty seats at the dinner table.” Sunday takes your hand, leading you towards the door. “Come on, let’s ask dad! Maybe if we add extra pleases it’ll work.”

Scurrying down the hall, you skip a few stairs as he drags you into the living area. You take a moment to catch your breath while he sprints off, heading straight towards where his father is sitting. Due to the distance, you can’t pick up on the conversation, but you see Sunday pointing at you with a pleading expression. Calling you over, you walk slowly towards to the two, still recollecting your breath.

“Sunday asked if you could stay for dinner. Is that what you’d like?”

“If it’s okay I’d like that a lot.” You put on your best smile, remembering what Sunday had mentioned. “Please.”

“What a well-mannered child! You didn’t need to ask so politely, but who am I to say no to a new friend? Do you have your parents’ phone number?”

“Um, I think I gave Robin a piece of paper with my family stuff on it. She said she gave it to her mom.”

“I know where it’ll be. Get comfy on the sofa, you two. I’ll call your parents and let them know to collect you after we eat.”

“Okay! Thank you, Sunday and Robin’s dad!”

Heading to the bigger sofa, you and Sunday climb on, legs dangling while the TV plays in the background. You were thrilled to see what they would have to offer since their house is so fancy, but you’re also worried in case the meal they serve isn’t to your liking. Either way, your parents taught you to eat what you’re given. Whether you like it or not will be kept to yourself. 

“I told you it’d work.” Sunday smiles subtly, kicking his feet which hover above the floor, not quite reaching it yet.

The two of you proceed to watch TV, a nature documentary which had been left running while his father made a call to your parents. After a few minutes pass, he returns and tells you both the good news, catching both of your faces ignite with thrill. It didn’t take long for the meal his father arranged to finish cooking, now scooping fair portion sizes onto three respective plates. The leftovers go back into the oven, keeping them warm for when Robin and her mother return from their outing together. 

Their dining room was grand. It’s the first time you’ve seen a chandelier hang over a dinner table in real life—you always thought it was something exclusive to the rich people in cartoons. It made you wonder if they were rich. They had so much more than you and the other kids in school did, but Robin never spoke much about home. If you lived here, you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet about all of the luxuries. They’re extremely lucky.

When you took your seat, your face contorted at the vast arrangement of cutlery in front of you. You were only used to the classics, unsure of why there were spoons of different sizes displayed neatly in front of you. Sunday pulls out the chair beside you and sits down, patiently awaiting permission to begin tucking in.

“Um… I think your dad gave me too many spoons…” You fidget with the spoons of different sizes, and his gaze drifts over to you. He seems perplexed by your statement. 

“Huh? You have everything you need.” 

“Why do I have two spoons?”

“This one is the main one you’ll eat with,” Sunday picks up the bigger spoon, then slides it over to you. “Use that one first.”

“What about the little spoon?”

“It’s the one you use for dessert.”

“Oh.” You nod your head, blissfully unaware of fine dining etiquette. “In my house, we use big spoons for everything.”

“Really?”

“Before we eat, it’s fair that we show our gratitude for receiving this meal.” Sunday’s father stands to his feet, followed by Sunday. Unsure of what to do, you remain gawking at the two until Sunday tugs you by the sleeve, encouraging you to stand too.

There was a moment of silence over the dining room until his father bowed, followed by Sunday, then you. A domino effect. Now that it had been announced that you could eat, you didn’t hesitate. You weren’t sure what the exact name of this dish was, but one thing is for sure—you devoured it. You could hear the small chuckle Sunday’s father attempted to suppress as he looked at you. It was embarrassing; you thought he would be mad at you, but he seemed to understand the circumstances. 

“If you’d like more, I can get you another serving.”

“It’s okay! Thank you. It’s sooo good! You’re super lucky, Sunday! Your dad is such a good cook.”

“Ah, I didn’t cook it. Our chef did. I’ll be sure to send your compliments later on.”

“You have a chef?!”

“We do indeed.”

“Wow! Like a private chef?! Do they make anything you want?”

“That’s the sole purpose of a chef’s career, dear.” Sunday’s father snickers, reaching for his glass of aged red wine. 

When everyone had finished their plate, a waiter appears from a door you hadn’t initially acknowledged and collects the dishes. Just seconds after, another appears with two bowls of dessert. Your eyes widen as you see the ice cream placed in between you and Sunday. It appears to be drenched in syrup and other toppings. 

“I figured that Sunday would like to share his dessert with his new friend. Is that okay with you both?” His father glances in your direction, watching the nods in unison.

Sunday didn’t seem to eat much, mainly scraping at the sides of the bowl. When you looked up at him, he was smiling to himself, pleasantly happy with the small serving he was given. 

It was about time that today came to an end. You walk towards their door with Sunday and his father following behind. Your parents had already rang the doorbell—now greeted face to face with them as you ran out. Sunday remains close to his father’s side, his cheek resting against his leg while he watches you. Your parents show their gratitude and encourage you to say your thanks and farewells. With a small pinch on his shoulder, Sunday speaks up.

“Bye, I hope we can play again one day.” There was a pout on his face—you swear you saw his lip wobble.

“I hope so too!” You give your final wave as your parents cart you back to the car, setting off as soon as everyone is buckled in.

Inside the house, Sunday sniffles and runs back upstairs, gently closing his room door over. Cuddles and Patchy remain sitting next to each other, and he begins to cry. Tears spill from his eyes at the thought he might not be able to play with you again. After all, you were Robin’s friend first. When Robin is home, you probably won’t even look his way if you come over. That doesn’t remove the memories he made with you from his head though, and he keeps his hope that one day the two of you will reunite and continue to construct Cuddles and Patchy’s future together. 

[thecosmosdefys]

hi how u doin?♥ would u do general relationship hcs for ghost and könig pls?? :)<3

What dating Ghost & König would be like

Pairings: Ghost x GN ! Reader, König x GN ! Reader

Warnings: Violence, Cussing, Death

Synopsis: Just headcanons of how I would think Ghost or König would be in a relationship!

Author's Note: HIIII! Im doing good thank you so much for asking! Also I wasnt sure if you meant like? Ghost x König or like X reader headcanons so I went with what I thought you mightve meant? If this isn't what you wanted don't be afraid to put in another ask for my inbox!!! Also just want to note how excited I get when someone puts an ask in my inbox- I get so excited- It literally makes my day! Love you guys <333

Dating Ghost

I feel like if you dated ghost, at first he would seem a little cold around you? Like he wouldn't know what to do with emotional or physical intimacy. He doesn't give you the cold shoulder but he is so awkward at it at first.

Don't expect him to say I love you first, or even realises he loves you? Like before you guys start dating he is always around you, and picking to go on missions with you if your apart of the 114, but he doesn't seem to realize even though everyone around him does.

Once he starts getting comfortable with the relationship, he is like showing you off to everyone. You're like his prized trophy and he could not be happier. Like he's telling everyone all the time about you, and even your little accomplishments, god he loves you so much!

He will do things he doesn't want to do, if it means he gets to see a smile on your face? Like he hates christmas parties, but if you find yourself wanting to host one? He's already making a list of who's invited and what you might need. (He may even wear one of those ugly christmas sweaters for you but don't count on it.)

Physical intimacy? To him thats just even holding hands and it takes months for him to open up to you like that. But after he opens up, god hes all over you. In the mornings he's hugging you from behind. Never stops kissing you in public. He is disguting with his PDA, hes all over you all the time, and sometimes its cute and then other times your like "Simonnn stoppp" and he will... for 3 minuites-

He is so domestic when he is at home. If you need anything he is absolutely helping you. He will be your little apprentice when your cooking and everything. Sinks broken? He's fixing it. You are missing an ingredient for your food or baking stuff? He's on his way to the store to get it for you. You haven't been able to clean up the house? He's on his hands and knees scrubbing.

If you have a mental illness? He's helping in anyway he can. Even when he's away hes making sure your taking medicine if you're taking it, or reminding you about your therapist appointments. He is all over helping and doing his best to help make life easier for you even if just by a little bit.

Dating König

Literally what the fuck. He is the biggest god damn teddy bear you have ever seen. Out in public he is brooding and angry looking, but in private? He's on his knees doing anything you want him to do.

He is the biggest fan of soft touches. If you're out in public at the grocery store he's 100% rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, or just being sweet. He might brush your hair out of your face if it's in it or hindering your sight.

He will do your little routines and when I tell you it is hilarious to see this big beefy man, with a pink glittery face mask on his face, man its hilarious. When he's home he's doing your little haircare and facial care routines with you. He's oiling his hair, or putting face masks on, maybe even little cucumbers on his eyes. (of course you're taking pictures for blackmail.)

He remembers the little things about you. Sometimes when he comes back from missions he will have picked up something, or bought something that reminds him of you, or something you like. You had mentioned to him that you love forget-me-nots and you came home one day noy realizing he was home, and there was a bunch of pressed, perserved, forget-me-nots in a frame. (He ended up hugging you from behind and almost scaring you into dropping it a few seconds later but that's irrelevant)

He may not be super public about your relationship with him, but it is pretty obvious. When your out in public, he's behind you scaring the shit out of anyone who may bother you. You're his and he wants everyone to know that. Maybe you hang out with the crew one day and he has his arms slung around you, or wrapped around you in some way that screams "This is mine".

He may not actively always do things in the house, but he hovers around. He also loves to leave little things so that when he is gone you remember things that are important for you to do, he knows you have a bit of a bad memory.

Just like ghost, if you have a mental illness he is all for supporting and helping you. If you need someone to talk to he is holding you in his arms as you talk to him. He even makes sure your meds are always accessable to you, and helps in any way he can.

[garcargofarfar]

Valentine's Cards

My Inner Demons boys x Gn!Reader

Asch x Reader, Pierce x Reader, Rhys x Reader, Leif x Reader, Noi x Reader

(Y/n),

What spells have you been casting on me. Everytime I get near you, my stomach feels uneasy, and my skin burns up. Leif says my face sometimes gets red too.

Whatever you're doing, please stop it. It's ruining my reputation and I don't appreciate your random spell-casting. Why target me only? Why not the others? I am a prince afterall.

Prisoner Ava said to get an answer, I should ask you to be my 'Valenteyen'. I don't know what spell that is as well, nor how to cast it, so fix it.

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐡

Hi♡

Be my Valentine? I give head pats.

Regards,

𝓟𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮

Dear (Y/n),

Ava told me about this thing called a Valentine. Apparently, it's when one feels affection towards another being. Isn't that fascinating?

I feel affection towards you, I think. Would you like to be my Valentine? We could go get ice cream together, have you tried? It's amazing!

Ava said I should ask you to meet me at some time in the letter if you're interested, so would you like to meet now?

Love,

𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒔

Princess,

Don't waste your time on the others. They don't know what they're talking about.

We could totally go out together. Just sharpened my daggers the other day, we could totally put them to use and go kill some people. I'm not taking no for an answer. Be my Valentine.

Your future boyfriend,

𝕷𝖊𝖎𝖋

HEY (Y/N),

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! Is that how you spell it? Ava said that you humans do this thing called a 'Valentine's Day' where you give the person you care about LOTS OF HUGS AND KISSES!!

And, well, you're the person that first came to mind! :D

I wish you all the best and hope you have all the loves and kisses on Earth and on Daemos!!!! Will you be my Valentine? Love you lots!!

xoxo(Ava said this means hugs and kisses)

🧡ɴᴏɪ

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PDH VER

[bonnibuckets]

“Hi <3 can I request cuddling and singing Leon to sleep after he got back from a long and rough mission? :)”

^^ requested by @clownfuker

Yes of course bae also i have no idea why the post is set up the way it is lmao but not complaining

— lullaby | leon kennedy

synopsis: leon is tired after returning from a mission and there’s no place he’d rather be than in your arms

content: leon x gn! reader, fluff, singing reader

words: 420 (lol sorry it's short)

note: the song reader is singing is brilla brilla la stellina which basically is twinkle twinkle little star but in Italian (I hc that leon was taught italian before his parents died bc he was around 12 when it happened) taglist 🏷️: @ghostkennedy @adaelines @konigbabe @meowsiee @antidesire @alewesker @d34ng3l

You were on the couch watching your favorite novella before you heard Keys and the door jiggle. You immediately whip your head around and you're met with your boyfriend’s familiar face. 

“You scared me” you smiled as you tried to stand but Leon beat you to the couch sitting you back down. He didn’t say anything but he practically tackled you and wrapped his arms around you, sending both of you down. As you fell, you grunted and threw your arms around him without a second thought. 

The unspoken understanding you both had about one another was something you both cherished. Your bodies were as familiar to each other as your own. So you knew something was wrong– probably a rough mission, so you didn't push it, 

“Missed you” Leon mumbled into your chest as he inhaled your signature scent he loved so much. “Missed you too” You smiled and rubbed his back gently. You both stayed like that for a minute before he propped himself up making both of you grunt slightly from the weight shift.

He reached out and kissed you, then pulled away as your fingers brushed hair out of his eyes as he looked up at you. “Can you sing Brilla to me? ” Leon whispered. Years ago, he had taught you that song from his childhood– you didn't understand the words, but he told you it was like twinkle twinkle little star, so you didn't question him. At first, your accent sounded funny because you didn’t know what you were saying but as the years went by you could confidently sing that one song in Italian. Could you speak Italian? No, but you knew Brilla Brilla. 

You smiled and gently stroked his head as you began to sing quietly, “Brilla brilla la stellina” Your fingers entangled his hair. “Su nel cielo piccolina” you gently massaged his scalp. “Brilla brilla sopra noi” Leon’s eyes slowly fluttered listening to your slow quiet voice as his arms and muscles relaxed into your loving embrace.

“Mi domando di chi sei” he whispered along with you before closing his eyes. “Brilla brilla la stellina” you repeat lowering your voice. “Ora tu sei più vicina” You smile as Leon clings to you and you gently take your fingers out of his hair and move them to draw circles into his back.  You carefully kiss his head before laying your head back taking a breath as you closed your eyes and felt his weight and warmth make you drift into sleep as well. 

© 2023 bonnibuckets. ─ do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on any platform without my permission.

[dickarchivist]

BESTIEEEE could i trouble you for a kiss prompt of….

a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks!!!

With Banshee pleaseeee? 👉🏻👈🏻🥹

Banshee Babes I have a snack for you pspspspsps

Feels Like Home

Clone OC Banshee (pov) X gn!Reader

Word Count: 1324

Prompt: First Kiss prompt list: a hand (or both) placed gently on their cheeks

Rating: G, but minors DNI still 🔞

Contents and Warnings: none, it's really cute fluff ♡ there is a bloody nose from a punch at one point, but that's really the only thing.

Summary: Banshee loves you (that's it, that's the fic)

Author's Notes: Thank you @anxiouspineapple99 for asking for this fic!! Immediately when I read it I heard Banshee in my head go "Can I tell this one?" so it's written from Banshee's POV!! Kinda reads like a one-sided conversation in Ban's head, like he's thinking directly to you.

As always, Banshee mostly signs. All Sign will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word.

I miss you.

It's been... kriff I don't even know how long. I think last time I saw you, it was sunny... yeah, it was, I remember thinking how pretty you looked with light dancing in your eyes. I wish I'd kissed you then. Before that too, when we were at 79's and I heard you laugh at one of Phantom's shitty jokes.

You talk to him a lot. Makes sense, he's got a lot to say... I wish I could speak more to you. I just-- can't. I don't know why. My voice is fine, I remember you saying it was pretty once, when you heard me laugh. Made me blush. Kriff, Specs wouldn't let me live that down for weeks. "Sing us a song with your pretty voice, Banshee~"

He was just poking fun, I smiled at it, rolled my eyes, but I hated it. I hated that I couldn't sing like a bird right then and there. I flipped him one instead, we rough housed, and then before we knew it, we were on another battlefield.

I want to tell you everything. I hope it's enough just to want to. That when I put my arm around you, you know I'd do anything for you. That when I look in your eyes all I can think is how lucky I am to have been made, because I get to look at you even for a second. I get to hear your laugh, even if it's muffled it's still the prettiest laugh I know. Or your voice, ah kriff, I could listen to you talk all damn day.

I do, sometimes.

That message you left on my commlink, I saved it. Play it when I'm in the field so if I go, you're the last thing I hear.

"What'cha thinkin' about Ban? You've been staring off into space for like... twenty minutes. You okay?" Athena. She's small, I could throw her pretty far if we combined my strength and her force jump. I think General Valka would kill me if I launched her though.

Nothing, but that's a lie, I'm thinking about you.

"Somebody's lying~" I could punch Phantom right now, that sing-song jeering makes me so- ugh, "You're thinkin' about that babe, aren't you? Vod when ya gonna ask 'em out! Better do it before I do, I make em laugh you know, bet I could get em to make other noi-"

I punch Phantom. I don't even realize I did until Athena gasps at the blood running down Tommy's face. "Kriff I was joking Ban! Ah! What the hell!?"

I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't- he swats my hands, effectively shutting me up.

Ghost comes in later, he looks disappointed. I wish he'd look angry. "Anything to say for yourself?"

No. It was out of line.

"It was. So, why'd you do it? It's not like you to take a crack at Tom in earnest, lucky his nose didn't break." He chuckles, and I'm relieved at that. Didn't hurt him too badly after all.

But I can't answer Ghost... I don't want him to think less of me. Punching my brother just because I got jealous of even the thought of him taking you from me, and you're not even mine? Oh shit, why's he laughing? Hey, stop that, what's so funny?

Why are you laughing?

Ghost smiles, "You're in love huh? That person from 79's, the one you keep staring at? If Tom made a pass at them, I get why you punched him." He pats my shoulder, and I feel myself bristle, but he just shakes his head, "Look. Apologize to Tom, but between you and me, he deserved it. You should tell them when we get back, think you'll be happy with the answer."

I miss you more now. For three days, I miss you more and more. When The Crypt finally lands I can't get off the ship fast enough. "I'LL TELL THEM TO MEET YOU AT THEIR PLACE!" Ghost calls after me as I take a flying leap from The Crypt's still opening door.

I turn around, run backwards a click so I can sign my thank yous and wave. As I'm rushing through the crowds, the streets, you chime into my helmet. I can't pick up fast enough, I accidentally hang up on you in my excitement. Thankfully you call back immediately.

"Hey, I know you don't talk, so just listen! Ghost called, I'm headed home now, I'll be a few minutes but if you beat me home, just let yourself in okay? The code is your number! I'll see you soon, ahh I can't wait to see you I missed you!!! Bye Ban!"

You missed me... You missed me!! My legs carry me faster than before, I can't stop the smile on my face. It almost hurts my cheeks, I just want to see you already!! The streets here all look the same, where's your door? I know it, I know it, come on, which one-

"Ban!!" It's you. It's you! Where are you, from above? "Banshee look up! To the left, Ban!"

My head snaps around, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I get to see your smile. My heart beat pounds in my chest, my cheeks are hot, Maker you look so beautiful...

I rush the stairs like my life depends on it, feels like it almost might. My body knows the aches of battle well, but this ache is still new to me. The physical need to be close... I yank off my helmet and fling it to stop at your feet before I crash into you.

With your arms around my shoulders, your legs wrapping my waist, every part of me feels whole finally. You smell like sunshine in the cold, like fresh bread from a real bakery, you smell like you, and it's my favorite scent of all. You smell like home.

Once your legs are under you again, I still don't let go, I can't. I've waited too long to hold you, to see you, just be near. I'm not letting you go. Your hands are so soft...

I lean my cheek into your palm, smiling down at you as I continue to catch my breath. Stars I could look at you forever. The way you run your hands over my head, feeling my short hair. You'll come back with ink on you, I know it. The others just drew on me, I hope there's nothing bad up there... I love the way your thumb feels against my lips. The way you map out every part of me, like you're seeing my face for the first time all over again. I love you. Kriff I love you so much I can barely stand it, I--

"What are you thinking about?"

"I love you."

No. No no no. No I didn't-- I didn't mean to say it like that, I'm sorry, please stop looking at me like that, no, I'm sorry, p--

What was that? Do it again.

Your lips on mine... I move forward, careful, trying to mimic the same thing, but- oh... oh that's... you'd move your lips on mine, I move mine the same, slow, softer this time. Am I doing it right? You don't stop me, I think I am. You pull back, breathing hard as I am, smiling so brightly... you're everything to me. You feel like home.

"I love you too, Banshee." You giggle, and my heart sings. One hand leaves my face, I can see ink on your fingers, just like I thought. 1666, you really did use my number as your code... you love me.

As we move inside, you stop, gasping at a sudden realization, "Oh stars, that's the first time I've heard you speak! I didn't know you could!"

I can't help but laugh. Of course that's the first thing I say to you. Of course it is.

[spicy-moths]

Entwined

You're welcome, Ender.

Google (Entwined) x GN!Reader | Words: 647

Warnings: bondage, (vague) penetration, oral, dubcon, domming, objectification, overstimulation, forced orgasms

You turn around a corner, and catch the glint of several screens, glitching between blue screens of death and the images of flickering eyes. A main monitor stares you down, a black figure with glowing glasses and a large “G” on his torso. You slowly back up, anxiously texting on your phone as the pile of wires moves closer to you. “G-G-Give pho-o-one-” “...what?” A wire wraps around your wrist, tugging you closer. “Gi-ive.” “Uhm… do I have to?” The figure’s background goes from blue to red, red light flooding the hallway as he begins tightening his wires around you. Your phone is yanked from your grasp, and your pockets are rifled through for other electronics. They wrap around your limbs entirely, tightening and rubbing against your skin. He pulls a moan from your lips as he continues to pull you closer, causing him to pause as he studies you. “Why-y-y nois-se?” He moves his wires again, now with more pressure and intention. You bite your lip to stop the sound, but he seems pleased at the whine he coaxes from you. You feel his wires make their way under your clothes, touching directly against your arousal. A mixture of rough rope-like and smooth rubber textures, sending pleasure up your spine as they squirm under your clothes. “Cu-u-ute lit-t-tle toy-y~” You open your eyes for a moment, catching the sight of his other screens and a plethora of cameras surrounding you, capturing your pleasure from every angle. He moves around from screen to screen, as you see typing and scrolling on one of the nearby screens, eyes too blurry to make out what it says. “In-nterestin-ng…” You hear a vibrating noise, alarming you out of your state of bliss. Your pants are torn off, revealing how you’ve been entwined in his grasp, spotting what looks like a vibrator amongst the tangle of wires. “Le-et me-e in-n-n~”

He holds it up to your lips, making you moan to shove the fake cock in your mouth. The tip hits the back of your throat, choking you and muffling your moans as he begins moving with no mercy, pushing you to your limits. You let out a scream around the vibrator, him removing it once it is thoroughly covered in your saliva. The screen he resides on leans in close, and you swear you spot a smirk in the void that is his figure. “You’re mine.” The clear, non-glitching tone right in your ear is nearly as startling as the vibrator penetrating you. The stretch is intense, and you struggle to relax around the piece of silicone. But as he eases it inside of you, he gradually turns the vibrating to a higher and higher setting, giving you pleasure so painfully hot that your mind numbs at the feeling. “Cum.” His pace is fast and brutal, using your body as a fuck toy for his own amusement. A microphone is nearly shoved into your mouth, capturing your moans and pleads. On a harsh thrust, you cum violently around the toy, the wires tightening around you to keep you in place. For what feels like hours, he finds all of the places on your body that make you react, that make you submit to him, pushing them like buttons on any other piece of tech in his amalgamation.  After your body aches after rounds of pushing you to your limits. He pulls the toy out, letting you breathe and whimper for his mercy, finally. He moves his wires from your points of pleasure, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as the overstimulation finally ends. They remain around your wrists and ankles, holding you closer to the rest of the technological mass.

“Aga-ain, we tr-y-y. La-a-ter-r.”

A groan is the only thing that you can force out, your throat too sore to make a sound any more comprehensible.

“Go-o-od lit-tl-le toy-y-y~”

[my0vershareworld]

𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Pairing: Espadas x GN!Arrancar reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Romantic.

CW: Rudeness.

Requested by Anon: hi! can I please request the espada with a s/o who is also their fraccion? : )

A/N: more noi stuff for me to do NICEEEE

Coyote Starrk

he needed someone calm and collective..and a fraccion who act like a friend to him.

he just lonely

he started to have feelings for you when you care about him so so much is..it feels good.

it feels good enough to have someone by his side as a friend. but even at best a lover who will love him the way he is

he's lazy most of the time. plus he barely even have anything to order or make you do anyways. so he mostly just sleeps with you. and most of the time Lilynette don't wake him up when he's sleeping with you since she don't wanted to ruin his sweet time with you. plus sometimes Lilynette even sleep in between both of you.

he's quite passive with the relationship with you and mostly just go with whatever you wish.

he loves you. loves when you're always staying with him. loves when you care about him so much. he loves everything about you. he never once have a day when he regret choosing you as his fraccion.

Baraggan Louisenbairn

Barraggan is regal, egotistical, and full of pride so he needs someone loyal and cherish him for his powers.

He does not hesitate to tell you that he's the leader of the relationship. which is right because he's the dominant one in the whole relationship.

he started to have feelings for you when you treated him so good. and you're just good looking. at least you don't look ridiculous like the others.

he put the duty of holding his zanpakuto to you and you only.

he usually and normally brags about his power to you a lot. no reason he just like showing off plus you're always by his side anyways.

he loves the loyalty you have for him. he will keep you safe forever and ever.

Tier Harribel

Harribel is calm, taciturn, level-headed, and analytical, preferring to not engage in combat. so of course she do want someone calm and understanding.

Harribel cares for her Fracción a lot. she just cares for you a lot more specifically.

she started to have feelings when you're just so adorable and loyal to her. she never met such an adorable person.

it feels good to have such an adorable little fraccion like you working for her like this. she can't handle how adorable whenever you smiled. it makes her heart beat so fast it hurt.

when she's with you she usually just hold you close to her unless you aren't comfortable with it. she loves cuddling with you and her 3 other fraccions REALLY ship both of you to death. they're literally the reason both you and Harribel got together in the first place.

honestly her 3 fraccions the moment they knew Harribel likes you they will literally follows you around to caught you being bad or talk shit about Harribel. they don't want Harribel to be caught in danger or anything bad if she got with you. they done enough investigation and think that you're literally perfect for their Harribel that's why later on they tried so hard to get both of you together.

she's passive with the relationship. she just goes with whatever honestly.

she loves you. she adores you. you're fucking adorable and so cute to her. absolutely will 100% protect you to death. and so would her Fraccions.

Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra is a very cold, callous, and dispassionate figure, and is rather aloof, brooding, and indifferent. why the hell wouldn't he don't want some calm, collective, understanding, and smart Fraccion for himself?

he loves when he don't even have to be or sound so demanding when he order you to do something nor ask much questions about his orders and do what he wish. it doesn't frustrated him like how the others do.

he started to like you when you just never or did find him weird like the others. and he likes that you never minded how blunt or how he don't understand feelings. instead you explained a lot of stuff to him.

it feels good to have someone as useful and perfect as you.

he'll mostly just always keep him close to him since he don't wanted to lose you ever. you are the most perfect being to him.

he honestly is more on a dominant side in the relationship and he will be in most control of the stuff you two will be doing. unless he really don't know what to do.

he loves you. he don't even know why. he just do. you mean so much to him and he never knew the reason why. but all he knows is that you're the reason he knew love.

Nnoitra Gilga

Nnoitra is extremely crude, sadistic, and lecherous..but secretly he just soft. he do want a fraccion that's quite obedient to him and understanding of him and can handle him.

he loves bragging to you how he wanted to be the most strongest espada and will beat whoever get in his way and kept reminding you that you're lucky he didn't decided to kill you the moment he saw you

he actually started loving you when you're just so..soft and kind to him no matter how much he actually hurt or insults you. you're just always so stubborn to him. you should already have left him alone but you didn't and continue to be by his side no matter what happened. it makes him feel good honestly. but sometimes he just wish you will finally leave him since he wasn't the bestest choice for you to choose.

it feels good to have such a kind and soft person that he can be soft and vulnerable to. he never felt this kind of feelings. it makes him feel weak. yet he can't deny that it makes him feel nice too. he fucking hates yet loves the feeling of it.

he's quite battle-hungry most of the time so he will fight some random arrancars to prove dominance and make you watch him so he can show off.

he honestly try to be as dominant as possible in the relationship yet he always ended up as submissive in the relationship. he always go with whatever you wanted because of the fear of losing you if he do something more worst than insulting you nonstop.

he loves you. the softness and tenderness in your touch is so..great. it feels so cold when you touch him yet..so warm. it makes him all fuzzy and soft inside. you see him blushing a lot whenever you touch him so softly and tenderly like a vase that can break at any moment. and he surprisingly let you.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Grimmjow possesses a brutal, impulsive, and excessively violent personality or overall just a wild animal so of course he wanted someone who will listen to him without any problem. yet still a little chill and someone who he can sometimes just casually hang with and someone who can just handle him.

he'll say whatever he wants with you. he's an honest and straightforward man he won't lie and won't go around his own point. he just straight to the point man.

he started to like when you're just soft and honestly just chill and kind to him no matter how animalistic he acts towards you or others. you're always there for him and isn't afraid of him. it frustrates him at first but he got used to it then find it..sweet later on.

it feels good to have such a person to just hang around and always free for him just to talk about whatever.

this man is absolute dominant in the relationship. he'll do and say what he wanted and always in charge. but there's still time he's soft and vulnerable to you.

he loves you. he loves your softness and kindness towards you. it frustrates him when you're so soft yet he can't deny that he fucking loves it at the same time. you're such a pain.

Zommari Rureaux

Zommari cultivates a calm, serious and contemplative personality so..yes he wanted someone similar to him. and even better someone that cherish and love Aizen and justice like him. you will get along with him better if you do like those 2 things.

he likes meditating and would not like you to bother him when he's doing it. unless you wanted to do it too.

he genuinely just likes bragging about how much he love justice and how much he cherish Aizen. honestly if you like those things you'll probably going to get along with him very well.

he starts to like you when you're just as crazy about the things he like and how well he get along with you. not a lot of people get along with him well because of his love (obsession) with justice and how well you handled him with it.

it feels good to have a person beside him that he can talk and obsessed over about justice and Aizen.

this dude it just. passive honestly. he'll just chill and go along with whatever.

he loves you. the way you like similar things to him. the way you always participate in things he like. is nice really.

Szayelaporro Granz

He is highly narcissistic. he'll love someone who will cherish him for how smart and kept reminding him of how he's a perfect being in every possible way.

he likes experimenting and he would not like you to join him nor help him at all. he's afraid of you ruining his work and experiments he's doing.

he loves bragging to you about how perfect and smart he is. and you always agrees with him and cherish him for it.

he started to like you when you're just seemingly always by his side and always cherish and talk about him. is rarely about you that sometimes..he wonders about things about you.

it feels good to have a cherisher like you by his side.

this fucking man is honestly dominant in the relationship. he's in control of everything because no matter if you're his lover he still thinks you're dumber than him..so you gotta deal with it.

he loves you the way you are. the way you're so kind and amazing and always cherish him.

Aaroniero Arruruerie

Aaroniero is Somewhat cruel and sadistic..yet insecure of himself. he never wanted a fraccion if he was honest. but he was force too because of Aizen. he didn't know why he picked you. he just randomly did.

the thing he immediately order you to do is stay away from him as much as possible.

he likes staying away from you. just. please don't touch him please the poor man is insecure.

when you tried to get closer to him he will immediately yells at you to go away. but the more you kept trying to talk to him the more he just..let you. he didn't knew why are you so..stubborn and wanted to talk to him this much.

he never have such a person like you who wanted to talk to him this much ever before. he enjoys your company honestly but he hates how he enjoys it.

he started to like you when you're just so..soft and kind to him and always by his side..he hates how you treat him so well like he's an actual being that deserves every good thing.

it feels good to have such person to keep him accompanied. he loves you.

your tentacle husband is submissive in the relationship he'll do what you wanted him too since he's so afraid and scared of losing you.

he loves you. no matter how you looks. if you're kind and soft to him and aren't scared of him because of his appearance? he's in love with you.

Yammy Llargo

Yammy is a powerful, yet dense so he'll probably wanted someone who just can help him with stuff and probably someone who can cook him food that he can eat.

honestly i genuinely dont know what to do with him

[sunshine-scented]

Hii, I really love your work and I'm in love with your Lego monkie kid headcanons <3, can you make a Macaque, Wukong, Mk and Mei (if possible) with a dragon half that is sweet and very affectionate? The reader just loves to give them love and affection <3, if noy, just ignore it ;)

How adorable~ I'll make sure this satisfy your needs phuhu ♡

❀ Woah,,,big lizard♡ ❀

: them having a half dragon s/o!

: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK, Mei x gn! Reader

: Fluff and a hint of crack if you squint

Sun Wukong

Will gladly revel in your affection

Loves it when you're so willing to show affection, like, yes please do it every day??

If you don't give him his daily affection he literally panics

What happened??? Are you okay????? Where are my kisses >:0????

Spoiled brat

Whines and pouts about you ignoring him, arms crossed and everything

If you humor him and kiss his cheek, he's now giggling and wrapping his arms around you asking for another one

Greedy greedy monkey ♡

When you randomly hug him from behind or kiss him out of no where, gosh, he's so giddy he'll explode with happiness

When you revealed your dragon form to him, he's very amazed

Like, bro? I'm dating this huge giant and they're all mine???? I'm so lucky

Oh my gosh you guys would definitely have the most pettiest races every (fun fact; you'd always win)

Loves to just lay on your dragon form and caress your scales, he's just admiring you in any chance he gets

You can't tell me that he stares at you with the most love struck eyes from a distance

It's really easy to mess with him in your dragon form, continuously shove your tail on his face, laying your giant head on his, he's there acting all pissed but in reality he just loves how playful you are

Imagine that he's fighting a really powerful demon and is actually on the brink of losing and the demon getting all cocky for beating the monkey king

Only to be petrified by a huge dragon right behind him with glowing angered eyes

PS: they pissed their pants

Wukong's eyes lit up at the sight at you, as if he wasn't covered in scratches and bruises

":0! Hi babe!! :D!!"

"YOU'RE DATING A DRAGON?!?!!?!"

Yeah so now nobody wants to mess with monkey King anymore

Six eared Macaque

Isn't used to physical touch

He flinched the first time you hugged him, and frantically reassured you that no, it's not your fault

But a lot of time and patience can make him get used to your affection, maybe he'll even start to yearn more of it

Subtle touches from his tail is like an invitation to completely drown and smother him with affection

Loves it when you just start touching his hair and scratch behind his ears as you talk about your day, gosh, he's falling so hard rn

But if you don't talk and just stare into his eyes while you pet him, you're killing him

He can't breathe, you're just so mesmerizing and so attractive, stop making his heart beat faster! >:(

Once you showed your dragon form, he's shocked to say the least, but quickly recovers after noticing that it's you

"My my, I never thought I'd be having a dragon wrapped around my finger~♡"

"Love, your tail is wagging really fast right now"

"You're seeing things"

He didn't really want to touch you right away since he's afraid of going over boundaries

But if you reassure him then maybe he'll cinsider

Once he started to scratch under your neck and once you started purring, now be can never stop

He finds you absolutely mesmerizing both on human and dragon

Adores your every being, literally becomes soft when he sees you

MK

You guys are literally the most cutest, grossest couple ever

The both of you never fail to give each other the dumbest pet names ever and Mei's on her last straw

"Hello my little boo boo bear 🥺"

"Hello to you too shnuckums 🥺"

"You two should shut up 🥺"

You guys literally are beside each other every single day

MK's heart literally swells in happiness when you cheer for him at training

Now he won't stop trying to show off cause he loves the praise coming from you

Literally starts to sulk when you aren't beside him and does everything on his daily routine bad

Very definition of puppy

He's so downbad give him a leash

You wanted to show your dragon form by scaring him, why? He's so cute that's why

So when you roar right on his face he screamed and literally tried to fight you

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO (NAME)!?"

"I AM (NAME)!!"

"YOU'RE LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So you almost created mass destruction

After calming him down (and showing him your human form to tell that you aren't lying) he's ecstatic

Traumatized, but that's on you

You like to randomly scoop him up on your back and fly around the city with him, his little squeals of happiness and amazement on how high you're flying never gets old

Shyly asks if you wanted you mane to be groomed, why is he so cute oh my gosh

Baby :(

Mei

Oh my gosh you guys are so cute

You can not tell me that you both wear matching clothes every time you go outside

I'm talking similar colors, designs, aesthetic, everything

Selfies!! Lots of them

If you don't like photos then she can just make you her photographer lol

Is very happy when she knew you were a dragon too! Literally almost exploded with excitement

Now MK has two extremely huge dragon bodyguards

Dragon cuddles, DRAGON CUDDLES!! ♡

She likes to zoom all around the city on her bike with you

And when she's racing, her face beams in excitement knowing that you're watching her

Probably played pattycake on your dragon forms, everyone was concerned

Such a perfect girlfriend ♡

I'm having a Mei brainrot

[nick-writes-stuff]

blackwatch!cassidy x gn!blackwatchpilot!reader

(set during the Retribution archive mission)

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence, description of flying, swearing

an: i looked up way too much stuff about fighter jet tactics for this. also, pretend that walkie-talkie channels work similar to discord calls because that's how i imagined them lmaooo

Overall, you liked being a pilot for Overwatch. It was fun, all things considered. You got paid pretty well for only having to fly a dropship, and you got to live on base. You might not be in the front lines, but you were one of the best pilots on the force. The only drawback is when you're the best in the business, you are the one they call in first.

That's how the night started. You were lounging in your room, reading a book and enjoying your night off. That was until your phone interrupted you. Your ring tone chimed out, breaking the silence you had been enjoying. You considered ignoring it and continuing to read, but you conceded and picked up the device.

Morrison.

It was never a good sign when Morrison was calling you at the late hours of the night.

You sighed before answering it. "What's up, commander?" You greeted.

"I'm going to need you in the hangar in 10. Intel came in about Antonio and we're running a Blackwatch mission to Venice."

You held in your annoyed sigh. You were hardly able to reply, "On my way," before he hung up the phone.

You put your bookmark in the pages before getting up to put on your uniform. You left your room, already mourning your night off.

You had to ask for a bonus for this or something.

You made your way to the hangar, seeing Morrison waiting for you.

"The four of them are already on their way to Venice. We gave them transport that could fly under the radar. You just need to get to the evac point to pick them up once they get Antonio into custody."

You nodded. You started to say something, but the commander was already marching off. You give a light chuckle before making your way to your ship.

You looked around the cockpit before getting into your seat. You didn't waste time getting the jet to the runway. As you took off, you heard the commander's voice ring through your earpiece.

"While they are in Antonio's safe house, their communication might be jammed. You should be able to get in contact with them once they breach the door."

"Got it." You replied. You started your flight. Once the dropship was able to be put on autopilot, you pulled up a map of the city. You knew where the evacuation point was, but planning a route could prove difficult. It would depend on how much Talon presence is in the area, of course, but it wouldn't hurt to get a good idea.

It was a long flight to Venice, around three hours. You passed the time listening to music, occasionally humming or singing along softly.

"I didn't know you could sing, y/n."

You jumped hearing Morrison's voice through your earpiece, instinctively turning the music off. You need to start remembering you're on an open channel.

"It's not something I usually have to do in this line of work." You said nervously. He made a noise, what you thought was a chuckle. You took some pride in making him laugh, as it wasn't a common occurrence.

By the time you were entering Italian airspace, Captain Amari chimed in. "They're heading in now. You should be able to contact them upon breach."

"Understood, Captain." You said. "While I have you, is there any way I can get a satellite scan of the area?"

"I'll see what I can do." She said.

It wasn't long until you received the scans on your monitor. "Thank you, Captain." You chirped, knowing you most likely wouldn't get an answer. The higher-ups were very busy and could be a little stiff, but you still practiced manners when you could. You liked to believe it would help you on your evaluations.

You were looking over the scans, noting where the soldiers were stationed. This landing was going to be hot, but that was normal with Blackwatch.

You jumped slightly as the background noise of the fight on the ground flooded your ears. They must have breached.

"Looks like I'm gonna be your ride outta here. Head for the evac point, Commander."

Cassidy looked back to Reyes, still in the lobby they were about to leave. He was dealing with the last of the Talon enforcers inside. "The commander's a little busy right now, but we'll be there." Cassidy said.

You chuckled lightly. "Is that you, Cassidy? You know, you still owe me money from last week's poker game. Maybe I oughta leave you here," you quipped, a stupid grin on your face. You were clearly messing with him.

"Hey now." He said, his nerves apparent. He seemed to be a bit pissed off already, some of that anger bleeding into his words to you.

"See you at the art gallery, cowboy."

The relationship between the two of you was certainly something. An outside observer would probably think you two hated each other, but it was certainly the opposite (at least for you). You definitely had feelings for him, but you pushed them down in return for playful fighting and sarcasm. Better to repress the feelings rather than lose your friendship, right?

Overwatch really needed a psychiatrist on payroll.

You continued your flight to the courtyard, listening to them over your earpiece. There wasn't much else you could do.

"They've dispatched a sniper." Genji muttered before setting out to sneak up on her.

"Wow, Talon must've deployed a whole army, huh?" Reyes boasted as he took out Talon soldiers with ease. He seemed like he was having the best time of his life.

Cassidy, however, was not. "Yeah, and you just had to kick the hornets' nest, didn't ya?" He retorted, sneering at the commander.

"What do you mean?" You asked. Did something go wrong? If something happened you wanted to know so you could accommodate for it.

"Do you wanna tell y/n what you did or should I?" Cassidy spat. It was funny to you how they considered you an authority in this situation, squabbling like children.

"They don't need to kn-" Reyes started.

"Antonio's dead, y/n."

Things started to click once he said that. You didn't need to ask anymore questions about it. It explained why Cassidy seemed so short with everyone at the moment. You would be too if your commander went rogue during a mission. You thought about paging Morrison, but you didn't need Reyes to be even more worked up.

"That's not ideal." You muttered, trying not to get involved in it.

Apparently the ground team wasn't the only one Talon was mobilizing. Your radar began beeping, a quick glance showed surface-to-air missiles being fired. You cursed under your breath.

"Everything good up there?" The cowboy drawled. It was hard to tell if he was being playful or genuinely concerned.

"I got it, mind your own battle." You shot back. You weren't being mean, just focused at the moment.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Yes, ma'am."

You were lucky you weren't face to face with him. Your face flushed at the comment, almost making you forget about the missiles.

Wait. The missiles.

You looked back to the radar, firing off the flare to create a new heat source. You slowed the engines, eyes glued to the radar as the missiles veered toward the flare.

You muted yourself from the channel on the ground. They didn't need the distraction. "Is there anyway we could jam the SAMs? I should be out of range of the last one but I'd rather not have the heat." You asked.

You almost didn't expect an answer as you waited a few seconds in silence, but the silence was eventually broken. "Got it." Morrison replied.

"Thank you." You chirped before rejoining the call on the ground.

"The whole city must be awake now." Moira said, clearly unenthused with the current situation. You would agree with that.

"Can we just focus on getting out of here alive?" Reyes retorted. He was clearly dealing with some resistance at the moment.

Moira chuckled. "Maybe next time we can choose a less suicidal plan of attack." She spat.

You looked at the radar, flicking through some of the thermal scans provided to you by Ana. You were maybe twenty minutes away, which seemed like you would be there just in time when they reached the courtyard. But they depended on how much resistance you and the strike team faced along the way.

"Shit, is that an assassin?" Cassidy asked, his voice a mixture of annoyance and disbelief.

You shouldn't have even thought about how much longer this would take.

"Cole, you have an arsenal of flashbangs, you'll be fine." You joked, and he could practically hear your smile through his earpiece. You heard him rapid fire before he responded.

"What was that thing you said earlier? Mind your own battle?" He said, mimicking your playful tone from before. You could imagine the smug smile he had right now.

Part of you was shocked that he even remembered. It wasn't necessarily because you thought he didn't pay attention to you (which is totally false), but because he was in the middle of a fierce battle.

You chuckled in response, not getting time to say anything before Reyes interjected.

"Looks like it should be smooth sailing from here." He said, confidence flowing through his veins as the art gallery appeared into view.

Not two seconds later, you heard a large crash.

"Oh you just had to say it didn't you?" Cassidy spat.

"I would like to retract my previous statement. We are definitely not out of the woods yet." He seemed unphased by what you assumed was some kind of heavy assault unit.

"I'll note that for the record." You said, maintaining a light tone despite your slight disdain for the commander.

You listened to them bicker until your radar started to beep. Two Talon aircrafts tailing you.

"Listen, I picked up some company on the way in. I'm gonna try to shake them but it may take a bit." You said, initiating the startup sequence for the jet's shields. Between that and the missiles, you would be able to get rid of them, it would just waste a little time.

"No problem," Reyes started, "we're used to waiting around

"-and getting shot at." Cassidy joined in to finish the sentence, the two speaking in unison.

"You two are adorable." Moira said in her usual serious demeanor.

You held in a laugh, trying not to get distracted as you jerked the wheel, tilting the plane to avoid enemy fire.

"Don't make me laugh when I'm flying." You said jokingly, firing your own missiles and boosting the engines.

You watched as one of the planes where hit, plummeting down. You hated that part of the job, but if you didn't do it, you'd be the one crashing.

"Fancy place they got here." Cassidy said, looking around the art gallery as they entered.

Moira didn't seem enthused. "Try to keep it all in once piece." Seconds later Talon soldiers dropped in from the ceilings, breaking the glass dome.

"Tell that to them." He joked before getting started dealing with the new arrivals.

"What's your status, pilot?" Reyes ordered.

The way he said it made Cassidy's blood boil.

You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly. "Finding a way to slip into the city," you said while firing more missiles at the other enemy aircraft. "Next time make my life a little easier and stick to the plan."

You heard the commander chuckle. "Where's the fun in that?"

"It's plenty fun, trust me." You countered. You rolled your eyes, trying not to be too rude with your commander. No matter how you felt about him, he still outranked you at the end of the day.

As the four of them entered the courtyard, they seemed to have a temporary break from fighting. Surely there would be more resistance on the way shortly.

"So, is this what we've become Gabriel?" Cassidy asked, clearly fed up with him. Rightfully so, as Reyes really put the whole team in jeopardy.

"Blackwatch has always had one purpose: to do the real work of keeping the world safe." Reyes shot back. "I thought you had the stomach for it. Guess I was wrong."

The enemies started arriving at their position. Cassidy, however, continued venting his frustration. "Well this is your fault, commander! We had a plan! We could have walked Antonio right out of this city! I didn't sign up for this!"

Reyes clearly wasn't actually listening. "Maintain operational silence, Cassidy." He ordered, disdain in his voice. The cowboy scoffed at him before continuing the fight.

You knew better than to think this was only frustration. Cassidy was scared. You knew he would vehemently disagree, ranting about how he was just angry with his superior, but you knew it was all an act.

The four of them seemed to quiet down. You presumed it either they were focusing on the fight or they were just sick of bickering. It proved to be the former, as once the sounds of gunfire faded in your earpiece, they began to speak again.

"Y/N, where the hell are you?" Reaper asked, clearly getting frustrated with waiting on you.

"I'm just entering Venice airspace, it shouldn't be much longer." You said, eyes flickering to the monitor before you. The radar seemed clear, which was a good sign.

Reaper rolled his eyes. "Are you serious?" He yelled.

You really weren't going to put up with this.

"Listen I wasn't intending on flying into the middle of a war zone! You're just gonna have to sit tight until I get there." You retorted. Screw being nice to your superiors, you didn't care what the consequences were at this point.

"Well if you aren't here now you might as well turn around."

Oh if only you could.

"Woah, don't listen to him, you're getting us out of here." Cassidy said, seemingly playfully but you could hear the worry through it.

You turned your attention to the monitor. You had some communicator settings on your end in case they were busy back in Gibraltar. You flicked through the options, finally finding what you wanted.

You kicked the other three from the channel. You'd add them back soon, but you needed to do something.

"Cole?" You said, voice softening compared to how you were speaking to Reyes.

He hummed in response, hearing his rapid fire before he spoke. "What's up?"

You suddenly blanked on anything you had planned to say.

You stuttered slightly before clearing your throat. "I just wanted to apologize for the command-"

He laughed lightly. "No, you don't have to do that."

You sighed softly. "No it's just, I'm coming I promise. Five minutes tops. He's being an asshole and making everyone nervous and-"

Cassidy clearly started to catch onto the situation. On one hand he was a little embarrassed you noticed his worry, but on the other your were obviously right. "Well I appreciate that, b-"

"Pilot, how much longer?" Cassidy heard Reyes command. However, it didn't come through his earpiece, rather he heard it from across the courtyard.

"Wait a second, did you call me separately to tell me that?" He asked, a playful tone over his amazement that you were actually worried about him.

Your brain immediately shut down. You stuttered slightly, trying to figure out what to do fast. You could feel your face heat up, praying that your blush would disappear by the time you picked them all up.

"Uh yes, but please never mention this again, okay?" You rushed out. You heard his laugh as you reset the call to the original settings, the four members on the ground now able to hear you.

"Sorry commander, I was answering Captain Amari real quick." You lied, desperately making an excuse. You made a mental note to ask her to cover for you. "Head up to the roof of the restaurant for evac. T-minus three minutes." You responded.

Reyes was obviously still annoyed with the time it took you to respond, but at least you were picking them up. "No one do anything stupid." He ordered.

Cassidy laughed. "We won't. You had that covered this mission."

You held in your laughter as you worked on decelerating the engines further and lowering the elevation. You hovered down towards the roof of the restaurant, opening the dropship doors.

Just in time too, as a larged group of enemy forces arrived at the scene.

The four of them jumped onto the ship, shutting the doors when you heard Reyes order you to. Man he was getting annoying.

You throttled the engines, the ship accelerating and gaining elevation. Mission success.

You could hear Reyes talking to Morrison through the communicator. He was skirting around the topic as much as he could.

You didn't have much time to eavesdrop however, as Cole Cassidy stepped into the cockpit.

"Hey." You said, keeping your gaze out the windshield. Heat rose on your cheeks again as he sat in the chair next to you.

"Can we talk about something?"

The words from the cowboy made your head spin. You were confused and scared and excited and every other imaginable emotion.

You cleared your throat. "Yeah, what's up?" You said, focusing on not letting your voice crack.

"About that money I owe you-"

You looked over at him, seeing a shit-eating grin adorning his face. He was really messing with you. Well of course he would.

"Do you think we could talk about it over dinner?"

You were even more confused and scared and excited. But even more, you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face.

"Sure, we'll call it a date."

His smirk turned into a look of surprise as you began to smile. He didn't get much time to respond before Reyes was calling for him. "You should probably go see what he wants," you said playfully.

Cassidy stood up and left the cockpit, a soft smile across his face.

You too had a grin, staring out the windshield smiling at nothing.

The events of the night were much better than that book you'd been reading.

[alyss01]

Studying for finals headcanons:

Corpse x GN!reader, Sykkuno x GN!reader, Toast x GN!reader

Word count: 1.5K

Requested: no

Synopsis: How Toast, Sykkuno and Corpse would be with a S/O studying for finals. Headcannons and fluff.

Warnings: none

A/n: Do I have more than enough requests? Yup! Should I probably work on those? Most likely. Basically wrote this during / after the most intense two to three weeks of studying I’ve experienced in at least a year. I needed some comfort so i provided myself with it, hope it can do the same for others even though most people have most likely already finished all their exams, tests, finals and all that already. Enjoy! (This was also mostly written at like 2AM the day of my last final, but it is proofread)

Masterlist

Corpse:

Let's be honest, he would have no idea what exactly it is you're studying

He knows some basics that are common sense and bits and pieces that he's collected while you were rambling about the topics to him

Generally though, he has no clue what's going on and certainly will not be able to help you do the actual studying

However if it helps for you to explain the topics to him instead of reading the books for a hundred times with seemingly no pay off, he'll gladly listen

Allows you to rant of about the intricate details as he fakes an understanding and nods his head along

Don't get him wrong, he loves to hear you talk and is genuinely interested in what you're saying, but you might as well be speaking a different language cause he cannot understand a singular word that passes your lips

If you're a night owl, that's great! He'll love to bring you midnight study snacks and bring a glass of water every so often

He definitely stays up with you and likes to just hang around the room where you study in the background and vibe to some music

Every so often he will walk up to you for head pats

The screen in front of you shone brightly, lighting up the room. The only thing telling you the time and date was your laptop. With the curtains permanently shut and having lost any sense of time you did possess over the past days, you wouldn't have a single clue how much time had passed otherwise.

Music comes through your headphones in attempt to keep you focussed on the matter at hand, a word document that is much longer than you would've liked containing all the summaries you had made over the past days.

The music however also deafened you from the sound of the door opening and closing, as Corpse stepped into your room with a white plastic bag containing some snacks and a cup of your favorite drink in his other hand.

As he set the objects on the desk beside you, you realized he had come in and pulled one side of your headset off your ear.

Corpse's arms wrap around you from behind, his chin resting on your head as you nuzzle yourself closer in his embrace. His eyes lazily trail over the text on the screen for a moment before they narrow and turn away.

Tilting your head back, you look at him from underneath, chuckling as you catch his confused look at the screen.

"when did you have this exam again?" The question escapes his lips almost with a hint of pity within.

Sykkuno:

Honestly I think it really depends on what you're studying if he will understand it or not

No matter what it is however, he is proud

When he has a chance in any conversation he'll casually bring you up and proudly explain what kind of complicated things you have been studying and how smart you are

He is so encouraging, no matter if he quite understand what it is you study or not

He probably would leave you interrupted while studying, but if you come out of your room to seek his attention out first he'll be so happy

If something bothers you or frustrates you about the material he's waiting with open arms to take your mind off it

If you're studying for long times he'll come to crave some affection so he'll either be glued to your side when you do finish or he will come and seek you out first

Will provide you with snacks, your favorite food, smoothies, coffee, tea, whatever you prefer while studying, he'll get it for you

Will want to spent time together once the stressful period is over, catching up to affection he may have missed during it

I think he'd definitely keep quite a careful watch over you in terms of rest

He will drag you off to bed at 2AM if you're still studying demanding you get some proper rest

"you know staying up this late is bad for your health, right?" The worry was evident in his voice as he leant against your desk as he stood beside you. His back was turned to the furniture and his eyes were glued to your tired face.

"it'll be worth it once summer vacation hits." You shoot Sykkuno a tired smile, making him turn his head to where your mug dutifully stood, as it had been for the past three days, half filled with your favorite study drink which had turned room temperature by now.

He raised his eyebrow in question, watching as you turn back to the screen that lights up your face with white light, the page's reflection in your eyes, "rest is important if you want to do well on the exam."

"so is knowledge and caffeine," though your words may be harsh, the tone with which they leave your lips easily tell him it was a joke, "besides, I'll just need to finish this last part."

His hand finds your hair, and you lean into his warm touch as you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in the moment. A small smile formed on his lips at the sight, his fingers threading through your hair.

"promise this is the last part?" He speaks up as you open your eyes once more, looking up at him as you give him a small smile.

The bags under your eyes paired with the exhausted look on your face had noy been as clear in the past days as they were currently. He admired you for your willpower to study these amounts, but you worried him sometimes with your behavior.

Your voice pulled him back to the small smile that played on your lips, "I promise."

Toast:

He's knowledgeable, not on all topics and subjects, but he's definitely knowledgeable

Start ranting to him about topics and he'll genuinely become interested and follow along, asking some questions here and there

If you ever need to write some sort of paper or essay, he'll gladly read it over for you for any mistakes or things to change

He won't admit it, but if you start explaining some of the things you're studying to him, he'll love it

Especially if it's something you're passionate about, he'd love to watch you explain stuff to him

The way your eyes shimmer, and how excited you look to talk to him about it all, he loves it

Forehead kisses while studying and will order food for you and bring drinks

Probably won't hang around too much in the room you're studying in to give you privacy and peace, but will come in and ruffle your hair before placing his lips on your head momentarily and wish you luck when he passes your door

In these moments often likes to sneak a peek at your papers or computer screen, just to see a glimpse of the topic you're working on

He doesn't mind if you stay up longer than him to study but will definitely drag you to bed for rest when he's decided you didn't give yourself enough rest

"I'm ordering take out, what do you want for dinner?" Toast is quick to poke his head around the corner of your door, phone in hand as he walks in and leans against the doorframe.

Pulling your headset off, you rotate your chair to the side, facing him as you question where he is planning to order.

He walks over to your desk to hand you his phone so you can scroll through the online menu, his hand quick to brush your hair back. Instead of pulling his hand away, he lets it stay in your hair, brushing through it a few times with his fingers.

While you were invested with the online menu, his eyes scan the screen, where you were working on the introduction to a paper.

He recognized the material, the day before you had trailed off on a small explanation that ended up much longer than intended when he asked what you were currently working on.

When you finish looking through the menu and having filled in your order, you catch his gaze glued to your screen.

Before he leaves your room he gives you some slight advice, offering to replace some words with others before wishing you good luck and leaving your room for the time being. At least until the food arrives.

[themand0lorian]

FLUFFTOBER DAY 25-CUDDLING AND SNUGGLING

FLUFFTOBER MASTERLIST

Summary: Marcus Pike is a fixer.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing, Narcos-level violence and discussion)

Words: ~800 (also on AO3)

Tags: mentions of illness (cold) and medicine, food and drink mention

Notes: Did I write this because I'm sick and want cuddles? You decide.

Marcus was always a fixer. Proactive. A problem solver. He was first in his pack to get the Emergency Preparedness patch in cub scouts. He was quick to volunteer when his teacher needed someone to walk a sick student to the nurse. When the heater in his dorm stopped working in the middle of the night, he tinkered with it until he found the broken coil. He replaced the batteries in the smoke detector before it beeped to remind him, he sharpened his pencils before they got dull, he never let his gas tank get below half full. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

So when you texted him that you had gone home sick at lunch, he knew just what to do. He stopped by the pharmacy, picking up every type of cold medicine available—pills, liquids, patches, lozenges, all made their way into his reusable shopping bag. He got some crackers and some electrolyte drinks, some cans of soup, boxes of tissues with lotion in them. He went to the café down the street and picked up a quart of soup and a large hot tea with honey on his way to your place. He was ready. Or so he thought.

Seeing you curled into bed, surrounded by a mountain of tissues with the lights turned off and the blankets pulled to your ears practically broke his heart. You had moaned in response when he let himself in; he followed the trail of your discarded work outfit until he found you in bed, and he got to work.

“Baby—do you want pills or liquid medicine? You should take something—” he places his hand on your forehead; despite shivering under the blankets, you’re burning up.

“I did already,” you croak, eyes barely opened.

“Okay, well how about some tea? Or some soup? I got it from the café, I can heat it up—”

“I’m not hungry, Marcus,” you whine; you’re being a little petulant, but your nose is angry and inflamed and your throat burns and your head feels like it might explode; he knows you just need a little bit of care, that your sour mood is matching your sour health.

“Okay, how about some crackers? Or some water? You need to get some liquids in you—” You burry your face into the pillow with a whine, so he sits on the bed, pulling out the last few items in his bag. He’s almost exhausted all his options. “Will you at least take some of these nice tissues? It’ll help your nose,” he offered gently. A hand darted from the covers, grabbing one tissue; he heard you blow your nose into it, then it got tossed in the pile on the floor. He frowned, furrowing his brow; for the first time, he was all out of ideas.

“What do you need, baby? How can I help you? I—I want to help you, tell me what you need,” he pleads gently, running a soothing hand over your shoulder. You peek up from the pillow with a look that breaks him in half.

“You,” you rasp. It’s the one thing he didn’t plan on, but immediately, he strips himself of his clothes, climbing into bed with you. You pull yourself to him instantly; curled into his side like a loyal dog, head on his shoulder where you fit just right.

“Warm—so warm,” you hum, and he begins to play with your hair, pulling it away from your face and neck. It’s oily and disgusting, but you don’t have enough energy to protest, melting further into his touch as you snuggle that much closer.

“Thank you,” you mumble into his chest. Enough time has passed with you two intertwined, the blinds drawn and his hand running over your back that he thought you fell asleep. “’m sorry if I get you sick.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your heated forehead. “A cold is worth it if it means I get to help you, and get some nice snuggles in the process.” You make a noncommittal noise; he knows you well enough to know you’re fighting sleep. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He feels you nod into him, your body finally going limp.

Marcus was always a fixer. But now he knows; sometimes he’s the fix, too.

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