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samuelsdean · 1 year

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If you won't do it, I will.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: you were so engrossed with images of you kissing Reid and him kissing you back that you forgot one detail—the man could wake up at any moment without you noticing. and he did wake up. You just failed to notice, too busy ogling his pink lips.

genre: fluff & angst

word count: 3.7k

author's notes: another tooth-rotting spencer reid fluff because i said so! you can listen to watch you sleep by girl in red & out of my league by fitz and the tantrums while reading this because those were the songs i listened to while writing this and i think they fit really well with this fic.

THAT DARN SUNLIGHT, YOU SHOULD GET YOUR BLINDS FIXED WHEN YOU’RE FREE—THEN IT HITS YOU. You just got it fixed about two weeks ago. You are definitely not in your room.

Scrambling to get up, you were about to jump off whichever bed you ended up in last night when you felt a warm, lithe arm tucked underneath yours, clasping you in a soft embrace like a lover. Now that you think about it, you could feel this person’s hair tickling your chin and their warm breath against your neck.

This is seriously freaking you out. You have no idea who you are cuddling with. Jesus Christ, how many shots did you drink last night? Why would the team let you go home drunk with some guy?

Gently, you removed the arm wrapped around your waist and slowly pushed away the brunette positioned snugly between your head and shoulder. No way.

The person you are cuddling with is none other than your genius coworker.

Dr. Spencer Reid.

Like any other normal person would do—no person in their right mind would sleep with their coworkers, literally and figuratively—you checked yourself for any presence of clothing. Thank God, you did not completely lose your mind last night and slept with Reid. But it still doesn’t explain why you were wearing his faded Star Trek shirt and one of his pajama pants.

Fucking hell, did he change your clothes for you? You were ready to catch the next plane and disappear at this point.

You were about to start berating yourself for getting into this mess when you noticed how the sunlight made the man beside you look more angelic than usual.

The sun seemed to caress every freckle on his face, the slight pink tinge from the cold morning air, and his hair—although unruly from the tossing and turning during the night—could pass for that of a shampoo model. Pretty.

And his lips.

They looked even more inviting right now, pink and full and parted slightly, as he breathed in and out small puffs of air, finally sleeping soundly following a week of sleepless nights tracking down an unsub. You roamed your eyes once more on his face, starting from his hair and down to where his upper body was covered by an old shirt and the blanket you shared—forgetting your initial dilemma as to how you ended up in bed with your coworker (whom you have a big crush on).

Thank goodness you did not have sex with the one guy you were practically in love with for years. It would be nice to remember every detail of that rendezvous—if that ever happens. You groaned inwardly. This is not the time to fantasize about your coworker, Y/N! You need to get out of bed and out of his house.

But a part of you longs to keep pretending that this is real. That sleeping next to—cuddling, let us be honest—Reid is a usual occurrence. Pursing your lips, you closed your eyes and willed yourself to go back to sleep. Let the future version of you worry about how you will handle waking next to your coworker. Except you could not.

You wished you could tattoo what Reid looked like in the early morning light when he was asleep and without that crease between his brows that seemed to be etched permanently from all the stress of chasing unsubs around the country.

You gotta admit, some days, you yearned for Reid’s eidetic memory. You wished you could have memories of him engraved in your brain that no matter what you do, you could not help it. He would be there. A persistent thought. But then again, you were in too deep with your feelings for the man that you think, even without an eidetic memory, you could definitely recount all your favorite memories with him in a heartbeat.

So, you chose to stay awake.

This is not looking good for you. How else would you explain to someone—your coworker, of all people—who just woke up why you were staring at them while they slept. God, you are down horrendously.

He looked so peaceful like this. Pink cheeks, freckles, and messy hair. He looked so adorable you wished you could pepper his face with kisses and bury your face in his chest. And he is snoring lightly. He is endearing.

You are never getting another chance like this. This will not hurt anyone, right?

Hence, you took in every tiny detail, every freckle, every mole, and every scar you could see. You committed to memory every inch of skin your eyes could reach before the man beside you woke up. You tried to learn by heart what this man looks like when he is untroubled and at peace—what he looks like in the eyes of his future lover when they wake up next to him because that would never be you.

It would never be you.

And that could happen any day now. Reid was bound to find someone who would love him. He was the easiest person to love. He was not a prince charming nor the male lead of a romance novel kind of guy, But he has this boyish charm.

Let us be real. Reid was probably the most uncoordinated guy alive and the most socially awkward person ever. But you were taken by him. The moment he started spewing facts and statistics about anything and everything under the sun, you were done for.

He could talk to you about why worms were called worms and the probability of people dying on their birthdays. And you would listen to him willingly. You were that taken by him. Not to mention, it does not help your case that Reid was probably the prettiest person alive. Well, not literally, but he was that close to being the prettiest person—in your opinion of course.

He had messy, brown curls that looked like they barely experienced the touch of a comb, but you knew they were soft. You knew because every time Reid did something endearing—everything he did was endearing, for you—you always ruffled his hair. This would make him grumble about how he had to fix it again and to which you would reply with a cheeky, You know what a comb is? And Reid would roll his eyes at you.

He had hazel eyes that reminded you of a puppy dog. They were mostly brown with a tinge of green. Most days, it reminded you of being cozy, drinking hot chocolate by the fire. They looked like you were coming home. They always looked like they were pleading for you to stare at them. And you admit you have lost count of the many times Reid had to flick his fingers in front of you with a matching Earth to Y/N and a mini history lesson starting with a Did you know that the history behind that phrase comes from science fiction movies showing people on earth sending messages to people in space?

And Reid always wore the fluffiest cardigans and sweater vests, reminding you of your teddy bear collection at your childhood home. It was crazy how if you saw anyone else in the law enforcement track having the same fashion sense as Reid, you would probably think of them as ridiculous. He wore a pair of black converse sneakers, among other things. For heaven’s sake! Come on! You have to go after seasoned criminals—you at least have to look the part. Right? You have to look imposing and menacing to intimidate them in interrogation rooms. However, the teddy bear look—as you’d like to call it—works so well for Reid.

What is more, is that Reid fits your ideal type. He is probably the poster boy for it. Ever since you were never into the macho guys and their big muscles. No offense to them because those are their bodies. They look good, but you like your men a little scrawny. You liked lean and really tall men. And Reid is definitely that. He may have failed his fitness test a gazillion times, but the man was in no way, shape, or form, unhealthy. He had the right muscles at the right places and besides, he literally goes after serial killers. He is fit alright.

Lost in your thoughts, you were damn near ogling the man beside you and ended up looking fixedly at his lips. You always thought he had kissable lips, minus the fact that it is probably because you were practically in love with the guy.

You wanted to kiss him so bad it is killing you right now. But in your good conscience, you couldn’t and you wouldn’t. You were completely aware of Reid being a germaphobe, and he has mentioned countless times, kissing is more hygienic than shaking another person’s hand, kissing a sleeping person was out of the books for you. One, the person couldn’t consent because they were unconscious. Two, you were not his lover. Kissing him while he was asleep would be a violation to him. Not to mention, unwelcomed and creepy as hell. Imagine waking up and someone has their lips slobbering your face. Icky!

You were so engrossed with images of you kissing Reid and him kissing you back that you forgot one detail—the man could wake up at any moment without you noticing.

And he did wake up. You just failed to notice, too busy ogling his pink lips.

“If you won’t do it, I will.”

You froze in place.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, you rushed to leap out of Reid’s bed—almost toppling over on the floor in an unladylike fashion. You probably would look worse than Reid when he was huffing and puffing during his last fitness test mandated by the bureau.

But before you could jump out and run away from the man beside you, Reid had all but effortlessly pulled you towards him. You ended up burying yourself into his chest face first as you clutched his shirt to break the fall. It is not even 8 am in the morning yet, and you have managed to embarrass yourself enough for your parents to cut off all ties with you. You would rather dig yourself a hole to die in than be here.

Knowing you have nowhere else to escape, you believe it was time to lie on the bed you made. Sluggishly, you pulled your face away from the lean chest you descended on and peeped up at the angelic face you’d been staring at for the past hour with a sheepish smile.

“H-hi, Reid!”

This is just pure torture. Reid probably knew why you looked like an actual tomato with how red you are, at this moment. He is smiling at you like a cat who ate the canary as he suppressed a laugh.

“I didn’t know you had a clumsy side to you, Y/L/N,” Reid snickered.

What?

“What?” You frowned, which made Reid chuckle some more, shaking his head.

“Nothing,” you scrunch your brows as you tilt your head in confusion, “You just seem so formidable on the field and interrogation room. I’d hate to be the one you’re tracking down,” Reid responded.

“Oh, um,” you grinned as you thought of the perfect rib for the man in front of you, “Just because I’m an FBI agent doesn’t mean I can’t be uncoordinated every now and then. I mean, I know plenty of agents who are quite the klutz on the daily,” you peered at him while he gawps in protest.

“Hey!” He argued, scowling at you.

God, he’s endearing.

“I didn’t mention any names,” you chortled, raising your hand in defense, which made him roll his eyes.

You cracked up at his juvenile actions. In turn, Reid smiled in amusement.

God, you can’t believe that you’re laying on a bed beside Reid. With Reid—like it’s an everyday thing. The smiles. The banter. The laughter. This is crazy. You could get used to this. Sleeping next to him and not just next to him—like the ones you have during your cases where you get to be roommates. No, sleeping on one bed, next to each other. Waking up next to each other. Hearing his gruff morning voice.

You could get used to this.

You can’t.

You shouldn’t.

Reid is your friend. A coworker. You shouldn’t be fantasizing about sleeping and waking up next to him, that is unprofessional. Not to mention, you would be breaking one of the golden rules of the bureau. Never fraternize with a fellow agent on the same unit.

Seemingly lost in thought, you retreated from the man beside you, as you grimaced.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Reid,” you smiled glumly, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” you patted his cheek gently.

“Is this about you waking up in my bed? I swear no—”

“I know, Reid,” you sighed, “You would never hurt me. I was drunk last night. I’m sure you brought me here because you were too tired to take me home. We just got back from a case and I shouldn’t have drank a lot of shots after all the sleepless nights,” you were slowly sitting up now, “But thank you, Reid. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always, Y/N.”

This made you smile.

Trust Reid to always make your heart flutter at the tiniest gestures. He’s probably the most genuine and compassionate person you know. It breaks your heart every time you remember that his actions might make you feel butterflies in your stomach, but he does them not because he sees you romantically—he just does them because that is just how he is—caring.

“I’m gonna get up now,” you muttered.

“So, that’s it?”

This made you pause.

“What do you mean?” You looked at him, to which he scoffed.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.”

“No, I really don’t, Reid,” you scowled, growing irritated at this whole situation, his riddles, and him, for being so perfect, “So, you better tell me because you scoffing at me is slowly infuriating me.”

“You spent an hour, eighteen minutes, and thirty-eight seconds watching me sleep,” Reid shared as matter-of-factly, as if to say "You aren’t slick, Y/N, " which made you sputter in indignation. At this rate, you wouldn’t be surprised if Reid would be considered by the Guinness World Records as the first omniscient person on earth with his brilliant mind. The man has an IQ of 187 for Pete’s sake!

“If that doesn’t tell you anything, then I don’t know what will,” he finished.

“First of all,” you started, “I did not watch you sleep.”

This made the man raise one brow at you. Liar.

“Second of all, if I did watch you sleep and you felt it,” you continued pointedly as if to tell Reid you weren’t watching him sleep. “Shouldn’t you have called me out on it? Why did you let me be then?”

“I don’t know. Okay?”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You pushed, crossing your arms.

“I woke up just a few minutes after I felt your stare,” Reid began rambling, “Did you know the reason why we feel someone is looking directly at us is that we have this system called the gaze detection system? I woke up a few minutes after I felt you staring.”

You smiled fondly at the man prattling facts from the back of his brain. This was your favorite version of Reid. The one who knows anything and everything under the sun and can probably talk about them if you asked him to. But right now, you have had enough of that. You won’t allow him to distract his adorable babbling from knowing why he let you stare at him.

Maybe he shares the same feelings with you.

“Reid,” you exhaled, “that still doesn’t explain why you let me watch you sleep.”

This made the man’s cheeks start dusting with pink. You were aware of the fact that it should have been the questioning done the other way around. You literally breached his privacy in his own home but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to know if he feels the same way as you. You wanted to know everything now rather than later. You know you’d probably get rejected but you wanted to get it over with.

“I wanted you to kiss me.”

This made you gasp, eyes widening—you think they were about to come out of their sockets. Reid blushed some more with your shocked expression.

“I didn’t know what to do,” he continued explaining, “so I pretended to be asleep but I wanted you to kiss me. I thought that you would kiss me but you didn’t. So, I waited.” He looked down at his lap and bit his lip.

With your initial shock wearing off, you practically looked like a wild animal pouncing on the bed. Reid yelped at how quick you moved from where you originally stayed put. Without further ado, you reached for him. Thumbs caressing his rosy cheeks, you stared at his hazel irises.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked gently, wanting to be sure that he wants this just as much as you do. Before you could say anything else, Reid pressed his lips against yours.

As soon as you felt his lips against yours, your eyes closed. His lips were warm and soft—a little chapped but you didn’t mind. It feels perfect against yours. You didn’t want this to end but you want to see him—feel more of him. So, you did. You buried one of your hands in his curls as you caressed his chiseled jaw. Warmth blossomed in your chest as you realized you were kissing the guy you’d been pining for years and he is kissing you back.

You could taste your shared breath and feel the flutter of his long lashes against your cheeks. He tilted his head slightly in the opposite direction and nudged his nose against yours as your lips parted slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

You wanted to open your eyes. You wanted to see the faint constellations on his face, admire the slight scrunch of his brows when he’s focused—you had a feeling after this kiss is over, being with him won’t be as easy as it was before. You would be ruined knowing what it was like to kiss him. But you were so tired of longing for him. And his mouth was the softest mouth you have ever kissed. And nobody has ever kissed you like this before—loving and warm.

You didn’t stop kissing Reid until you felt like you were running out of air from running. So, you held his shoulders and distanced your face from his. He tried chasing your lips but you dodged him. Instead, you looked down at your lap. You felt your tears and willed them to not fall. Not here, not now, not in front of him. You wouldn’t want him to pity you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Reid placed his warm hand against yours, “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” His thumb caressed your hand soothingly.

“That’s the thing, Reid,” you explained, looking up at him right now as he flinched, noting the tears glistening in your eyes, “Nothing’s wrong. The kiss was perfect. You’re perfect.” You could see his shoulders sagging in relief after what you said. “And because of that, I can’t just pretend that what happened was normal because it isn’t. I know it won’t happen again so I can’t get used to it. And you know I’m not the type to kiss someone unless they mean that much to me.”

You were about to explain some more when you felt Reid pull you. You gulped when you felt the tickle of his breath in the junction of your neck and shoulder. “I really like you, Y/N. If it isn’t obvious,” Reid muttered shyly, “I’ve liked you for quite some time now.”

“Oh.”

If this was difficult for you, it was difficult for Reid as well—if not more—to be vulnerable about his feelings. You knew about how difficult it was for him growing up, being the only twelve-year-old prodigy in a public high school. He’s been through so much with his dad leaving and having to take care of his mom. He’s never had a proper experience with just about everything from making friends, being a normal kid, and in this case, harboring romantic feelings for someone—you.

So, you did what you thought could convey that the feeling was mutual. You gently wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his brown locks. He smelled of crisp pages of a book with a hint of pine. If you thought your favorite version of Reid was him rambling about facts and statistics, you’re probably going to give that version a run for his money. Because this version of Spencer Reid right here—the one who chose to be vulnerable, the one who chose to open up to you not knowing if the feeling was mutual—is probably your new favorite version of him.

“If it isn’t obvious to you, Dr. Reid,” you began, “I’ve liked you for quite some time now too.”

With that, you pulled him away from being tucked into your neck and kissed him again. You felt him grin widely, as you showered his pretty face with pecks, and you could not be happier. Before you could shower him with more kisses, Reid started spouting statistics about office romances.

“One in ten heterosexual couples in the United States meet at work.”

“Lucky for us,” you said as you tried to bury your nose in Reid’s neck, which made him giggle. "We are that one couple in the BAU. Now, shut up, so I can kiss you some more.”

This made Reid guffaw.

You couldn’t be happier waking up next to your coworker.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 4 months

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Happy Birthday, Daddy!

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 9K

SUMMARY || Saying goodbye to your boyfriend and twins will never be easy, but knowing you're leaving right before Tony's birthday makes it even more difficult. However, he doesn't know that you're going to surprise him on his birthday, and when you show up on his special day, it will become a day he will never forget.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. No powers AU. Everyone lives AU. Modern AU. Young!Tony Stark. Dad!Tony Stark. Established relationship. Kid fic.

WARNINGS || Tearful goodbyes. Use of nicknames. Use of Y/N. Reader is described as tattooed. Referenced insecurities. Talk about conceiving, labor, and delivery. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Daddy kink. Praise. Marking. Hickies. Hair pulling. Nipple play. Grinding. Fingering. Oral sex (F receiving). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Multiple orgasms. Cream pie. Cockwarming. Aftercare.

A/N || This one-shot is written in honor of the birthday of my greatest love, Tony Stark, and of course, this story has to be part of my favorite little AU. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for everything you do for me, and I could not have written this without your support. Eu te amo 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Body Art Masterlist || @kinky-things-happen || Marking

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

Usually, being away from your family - your boyfriend Tony and your twins, Hudson and Orion - is acceptable for you. Still, today is different, as this will be the first time you won't be sharing Tony's birthday all together. Instead, you must go for a work trip you can't get out of, and he's now dropping you off at the airport with the twins.

"Are you sure you have to leave soon, Sunshine? I'm not sure I can miss you on my birthday," Tony said with a slight pout. He's holding your hands, squeezing softly as he looks into your eyes. Hudson and Orion are strapped in their stroller as they happily babble away with one another.

"I'm sure, My Love. But I'll be back before you know it," you tell him as you get up on your tiptoes, capturing his lips with yours in a soft, sweet kiss that sets your insides on fire. Instead of pulling away, however, Tony gently grabs your face as he slowly deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless momentarily.

"W-what was that for?" you ask shyly, a burning sensation forming in your flushed cheeks.

"Nothin', I just felt like kissing my girl," he says with a smirk, and you're practically melting on the spot with those words. Before you can say anything, he leans in again. He bumps his nose against yours before kissing you again, his lips melding with yours effortlessly.

"I'm so lucky to have you and our little family," Tony whispers as he pulls away, a slight tremble in his voice as he knows the goodbye is getting closer by the minute.

"Oh no, I'm the lucky one, My Love. I wouldn't be standing here today with our beautiful Munchkins without you. Ti amo amore mio," you tell him, and his eyes widen as he hears the Italian words slip from your tongue.

"Ti amo, mio sole," Tony tells you in a soft voice, feeling overwhelming emotions as he pulls you in for another kiss. He can't stay away from you or your soft lips for too long, needing as much time tasting you as he possibly can.

"Can I say goodbye to your babies now?" you ask jokingly, and Tony agrees with a chuckle. He lets you go, so you bend down to grab Orion first while Tony gets Hudson out of his side of the stroller.

"Mommy is going to miss you so much, Babygirl!" you tell your three-year-old daughter, Orion.

"I miss you too, Mommy," she says in a small voice as she places her head on your shoulder and her chubby arms around your neck. As she melts into your warmth, Hudson also stretches his arms out, needing to be held by you.

"Me too, Mommy! I miss Mommy," he tells you before doing the same as his sister so you can cuddle both simultaneously. While they do this, you must try your hardest not to cry as you fight against the tears threatening to escape.

"I will miss you too, Babyboy. But I promise to call you daily and will return before you know it. Until then, you two get to play with Daddy, Gramps, and Glamma every day!" you try to tell them excitedly, but they pull themselves closer to your body.

"It's okay, Sunshine; you don't have to stay strong all the time," Tony whispers against your forehead as his lips brush against it, tears flowing down his cheeks as you let yours flow, too. Each goodbye is hard, but this one takes an even bigger toll on you and your boyfriend.

"I love all three of you so much, I can't even begin to tell you. But I promise to be back as soon as I can, okay? And I'm sorry I won't be home on your birthday, My Love. I wish there were more I could do," you tell him, though you don't mention that you plan to surprise him on his special day.

"You don't have to say sorry, Sunshine. You have tried everything you could, and we will FaceTime extra long on my birthday, just like we promised," he tells you, and you nod.

All four of you stay like this for as long as you possibly can, but now, it's time for you to leave; otherwise, you will miss the window to board the plane.

While you strap Hudson back into the seat, Tony's holding a sniffling Orion. These goodbyes always hit her the hardest, and even though Hudson doesn't like seeing you leave either, it's nothing compared to the way his sister feels about you going.

"I love you, my beautiful Babyboy," you whisper before kissing his cheek, making him giggle. Then it's Orion's turn to say goodbye and be put into the stroller, which she accepts.

"And I love you too, my beautiful Babygirl," you tell Orion before giving her a big kiss on her cheek, and she smiles through the tears as you pull away.

"And, of course, I can't forget about you, My Love. Because I love you more than anything in this world," you tell him before pulling him into a big hug, and he pulls you close against his body. His hands are fisted into the oversized hoodie you're wearing - his hoodie, to be exact - as he inhales small whiffs of your perfume.

"I love you so much, Sunshine. And I can't wait to have you back in my arms again in two weeks," he tells you in a small voice. After a few last hugs and more kisses, you let go of your boyfriend, ready to head through the check-in and towards your flight.

As you walk to the check-in line, you constantly look back to see all three of them looking and waving at you, and a giant smile appears on your face as they do. You wave back when you can, and once you're all checked in, you turn back one last time.

You raise both arms above your head to wave to all three of them and send them air kisses for as long as you can see them. Hudson and Orion are waving like crazy, and Tony mostly sends kisses through the air between waves until you're out of sight.

Tony feels the lump in his throat tighten as he looks at you as you walk around the corner. He grabs the stroller with his twins to turn around, but before he can do that, you run around the corner to wave one last time, and he waves back with a significant smile.

"Let's go home, Munchkins. Gramps and Glamma will be more than happy to see your sweet faces again," he tells the twins, who immediately get excited at the thought of seeing their grandparents.

Leaving your family behind always sucks, but the reunion is going to be more than worth it, especially when it comes at an unexpected moment for one of you, but you don't get to worry about that for another week. You will have to cross that bridge when you get to it.

You've been busy with work and planning the biggest surprise of Tony's birthday for the last week and a half. You've been constantly texting Howard and Maria to get everything in order, and now you're waiting on the airplane back home.

You get up at around 5 AM to get ready, as you must board the plane at 8:30 AM. This has been quite a challenge, seeing as you're not a morning person in the slightest. Despite this, you have arrived at the airport bright and early and are now sipping on a steaming cup of coffee while waiting.

As you're still trying to wake up, you grab your phone out of your bag and open the messages to look at the cute photo Tony sent you yesterday right after dinner. It's a picture of Hudson and Orion having smeared spaghetti sauce all over their faces and noodles in their hair, as well as the biggest, brightest smiles you've ever seen as they look at one another with pure happiness.

As you save the photo to set as your background, you think about how lucky you are to have two amazing children with the man you have fallen hard and deep for. Tony, Hudson, and Orion complete your world, and you couldn't have wished for a better life after moving to New York.

Before putting your phone away, you send Tony a message wishing him a happy birthday and telling him how much you miss him and your babies. Right after hitting 'send,' you're being called to board the plane. Perfect timing.

MEANWHILE, AT THE STARK HOUSEHOLD

Tony woke up a little earlier than usual. After slipping into his comfortable sweatpants, a simple shirt, and glasses, he was on his way to wake up your son and daughter. While walking to their bedroom, he's already smiling from ear to ear as he can't wait for the love he'll get from them.

"Good morning, Munchkins!" Tony says as he cracks open their door. Much to his surprise, it's not Hudson but Orion who's awake and ready to start the day. She's usually not a morning person, which is a trait she definitely inherited from you.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!" Orion says softly as she holds out her arms, ready for Tony to gather her for a much-needed cuddle this early morning. As he gets comfortable on her bed, Orion settles on his lap, and your boyfriend can't help but notice the resemblance between you and her, making his heart skip a beat.

"Good morning, Babygirl," Tony whispers before smoothing her long, dark hair out of her face and kissing her forehead, making her smile at the itchy feeling of his facial hair. Tony smiles into the kiss, a flurry of butterflies going wild in his stomach.

Tony gets lost in his thoughts momentarily as they're taken over by the love he feels for his amazing children. They have brought more joy and love than he could ever have imagined, and sharing that love with you makes it perfect.

Suddenly, Tony feels the bed shift, and he opens his eyes to see Hudson's bright smile and messy curls as he joins them on the bed. Your boyfriend allows him to get comfortable on his lap alongside his sister.

"Happy birthday, Daddy," Hudson mumbles as he settles, his eyes falling shut as sleep threatens to take over again. With a large smile, Tony places his head against the wall behind him, feeling more fortunate than ever. However, the only thing that would make today even better would be if you were here to complete his day.

"I love you both so much; do you two know that? I'm so lucky to be your Daddy, and today, I feel even luckier because I got to spend my birthday with the two of you," Tony tells them with a large smile.

"We're lucky too, Daddy," Orion says, and Tony brushes her hair out of her face again, looking at the flush on her cheeks. It makes him think of you, as he loves how you look with flushed cheeks after he compliments you.

"Yes, we're lucky because you're our Daddy, and Mommy is our Mommy!" Hudson then tells Tony, who can't help but smile like an idiot at their words before pulling them tight against his body. The three of them stay like this for just a few more minutes until it's time to prepare for breakfast.

"Daddy loves you both very much, but I can tell you two are having some hungry tummies! I can even hear one of them roaring with the need for delicious waffles!" Tony says as he tickles both of them on their sides, making them squeal from laughter.

Both Hudson and Orion quickly wiggle out of Tony's grasp to escape the tickles, and they're ready to get dressed and have their hair done. Orion is wearing a dress with a unicorn - her favorite - while Hudson is wearing a matching set of dinosaur clothes.

"If you two go and ask Glamma to do your hair, I will get ready and make you two some breakfast," Tony says, and with a pat on their butts, he sends them out of the room before doing a quick tidying of their bedroom, and then it's time for him to get dressed and ready for the day.

Tony opts to wear a relatively simple outfit today. The weather promises to be excellent, and he'll most likely be swimming in the pool this afternoon with the twins to cool off. Combined with his glasses and tied-back hair, he looks at himself approvingly in the mirror before breakfast.

However, before he does, he decides to look at his phone, and much to his surprise, there's a message from you. He didn't expect to hear this early from you, but he smiles from ear to ear as his eyes read over the message.

Sunshine ☀️ 💛 >> Good morning, My Love! ❤️ I wish you the happiest birthday today, and I can't believe you're turning 25 without me! I deeply miss you and the Munchkins and look forward to our FaceTime call tonight. I love you so much, and I can't wait to be home again with you all ❤️

Tony can't stop smiling as he reads the message, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he thinks about everything he has planned during your shared FaceTime call tonight. After a short moment, he texts you back with a thank you, how much he misses you, and a thousand I love you's, and then it's officially time to head down for breakfast.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!" Hudson and Orion enthusiastically say as Tony walks into the large dining room. He's greeted by all the decorations Howard and Maria have used to decorate the house and his twins, who are happily bouncing in their places.

"Thank you both so much!" Tony says as he smiles widely and sits on his knees for some more cuddles with the twins. Maria takes plenty of pictures to send you later, which will be the highlight of your day once you land.

After both Hudson and Orion have gotten a big kiss on their chubby, rosy cheeks, Tony goes to Howard for a hug and his birthday congratulations.

"Happy birthday, Son. I'm sorry Y/N can't be here today with us, but I'm sure she'll be thinking of you from the other coast," Howard says as he pulls Tony close, and Tony nods and sighs softly. This is his first birthday without you, and it feels like a piece of his soul is missing while you're gone.

"Thank you, Dad. I appreciate it," Tony says before pulling away. Then it's Maria's turn. She has to stand on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around her son's neck, but she doesn't mind.

"Buon compleanno, bambino," Maria whispers in Tony's ear, and he smiles widely at the words. Each year, his Mom wishes him a happy birthday in Italian, making him warm and fuzzy. They share something unique and something he looks forward to every year.

"Grazie mamma. Ti amo," Tony whispers, and Maria hugs him tighter at his words. She's the first one to let go, but before Tony can go too far, she grabs his cheeks and kisses his forehead, and Tony smiles at the touch.

"Although Y/N isn't here today, she still wanted you to have something special to wish you a happy birthday," Maria says. She turns her son around to find Hudson and Orion holding a card and a small present.

"It's for you, Daddy! From Mommy," Hudson says as he gives Tony the card, and Tony can feel a lump forming in his throat.

"Thank you, Baby Boy," he whispers as he takes it and carefully opens the envelope. Inside is a card with photos of you and him throughout your relationship and a few with the twins. He opens it to find a beautifully handwritten note from you.

My Love,

Even though I cannot be with you today, I want you to know I think about you every second. I hope you will make today a day never to forget, as you only turn 25 once, and I am happy to celebrate you when I'm back in New York.

Thank you for everything you have done for me over the last couple of years, as I know I wouldn't be where I am today without your support and love. Seeing you go from a sweet, shy boy to the most loving, fantastic father anyone could wish for has filled my heart with endless joy, and I cannot wait to see where the rest of our lives will take us.

I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and soul, and I can't imagine living without you. With all my heart, I love you, Tony. I can't wait to see you again.

Love you forever and always,

Your Sunshine ☀️

As Tony reads the card, he can feel the tears burning in the corners of his eyes as he smiles widely. A sniffle escapes before he can help himself, and he wipes away the tears slowly trickling down his cheeks.

"No being sad, Daddy," Orion said softly, and he shook his head.

"Sometimes it's okay to be sad, Babygirl. I really miss Mommy today, which makes me sad. But there's nothing wrong with being sad and crying. We can't always be strong, even when it's our birthday," Tony says, and she nods.

"We miss Mommy too," Orion says before hugging Tony again, and Hudson joins in on the hug before confirming his sister's words. Tony sighed deeply as he took in the moment, allowing them to pull away when needed.

"I love you too so much, and I'll be sure to FaceTime Mommy tonight with the two of you, okay?" he asks, and they happily agree, the sadness already forgotten.

"Here, Daddy," Orion then said, and she gave him a small package wrapped in beautiful paper with hearts on it. As he unwrapped it, he found a lovely family photo taken last Christmas, in which the entire family was wearing matching Christmas pajamas. In front are Tony and you, together with the twins, and Howard, Maria, and Virginia are behind the four of you, completing the photo.

He's smiling from ear to ear as he looks at the photo, but he can't take his eyes off you. Your bright smile and beautiful eyes have him falling in love all over again, and his heart beats faster as his eyes roam over your visible tattoos.

"My beautiful Sunshine," Tony whispers as he looks at you for a few more short moments, and then it's officially time for breakfast. Maria has prepared a large stack of waffles with many toppings, and the twins get to indulge in something sweeter today because it's a special day.

After cutting up the waffles for Hudson and Orion and putting them on their plates, Tony asks his Mom, "What's on your mind, Mamma?"

“Not much, il mio bellissimo figlio. I've just been thinking about how fast you're growing up," she says with a small smile, thoughts of the day he was born flooding back. The happiness they felt when they found out they were expecting a baby, and how amazing it was to hold Tony in their arms for the first time.

"You're turning 25 today but will always be my beautiful baby. I was thinking about the day you were born and how happy your Papà and I were when we held you for the first time. How loved I felt in that moment when you grabbed my finger," she says as tears form in the corner of her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. Howard nods as he listens intently to his wife, love clearly visible on his face.

Tony can't help but tear up, too, as he felt the same way when he saw his beautiful twins for the first time. Holding them for the first time has been a highlight of his life, and he will cherish it forever.

"And now, you have your amazing children with the most loving and sweet girl to grace the face of the earth. Every day, I thank my lucky stars for how your life turned out," she says, and Tony is utterly speechless at her words.

"Seeing you grow up and become the man you are today is such a blessing for us, Tony, and I am proud of you. There's not a day that goes by in which I'm not proud to be your father and to see you take care of your Munchkins the way you do, even without Y/N by your side, shows us how devoted you are, and it truly warms our hearts. You give them everything we gave you and more, and to see that makes us the happiest, proudest parents," Howard adds.

Instead of saying anything, he gets up and walks over to their side of the table to hug them both. Howard first, and Tony cannot thank him enough for everything.

"I love you, Dad," Tony says, and Howard smiles at him before saying his I love you to his son. Then, it's time for Maria to get a hug, and she can't help but burst into tears when she holds her son. Like Howard, Tony also lets out a few tears of his escape.

"Ti amo, Mamma," Tony says after Maria pulls away. When she's calm, he bends down to kiss her cheek, which makes her beam up at her son. He might be quite a bit taller than her, but that doesn't matter. He will always be her little boy, and her love for him is indescribable.

"Ti amo, Anthony," she whispers as she softly caresses his cheek, and then it's time for breakfast. Hudson and Orion have been happily munching on the waffles Tony cut up for them, and they're enjoying every second of the special breakfast today.

After breakfast, Tony spends most of his time playing with the twins and talking to his parents until it's time for lunch outside and swimming after. While Tony is in the shallow end of the pool - Hudson and Orion both in their pool floaties - and Maria is dangling her feet in the water, Howard is on his way to pick you up from the airport, though Tony doesn't know that. Yet.

The moment you pick your suitcase off the large luggage belt, you let out a sigh of relief. Your flight was delayed for over an hour, meaning you're home later than you would have wanted, but those thoughts immediately melt away when you think about the fact that you'll see your boyfriend and babies again soon.

Once everything is accounted for, you walk towards the doors leading to the large arrivals hall, where family, friends, and acquaintances are waiting for people to get off the plane - and where Howard is waiting to pick you up.

As soon as the doors slide open, you search for your father-in-law, and you don't have to search long before you see his bright smile, which makes you smile in return. With a bit of a jog, you approach him before he pulls you in a tight hug.

"Welcome home, Y/N," Howard says as you melt into his arms. From the moment you met him, he has treated you like his daughter and stepped in where your father has been absent from your life. He's the father you've always longed to have.

Once you let him go, ask, "Hi, Howard. How's everyone doing back home?" He immediately puts on a mischievous smile.

"He doesn't suspect a thing, but keeping it a secret has been difficult. I had to tell them I "forgot" something at the store to go and pick you up just now," he says, making you laugh.

"I'm glad to be home again and to see everyone, too. I'm sure his reaction will be priceless," you tell Howard, who nods in response.

Before you know it, you're seated in his truck on the way to their house, and with every mile you're getting closer, you're also getting a bit nervous about his reaction. You don't want to keep secrets from him and ultimately know it's for the best, but that doesn't make it any less difficult.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Howard says after you've been zoned out for a while.

"Hm? Sorry- I just zoned out," you tell him apologetically, and he gives a reassuring smile in return.

"Been thinking about Tony's reaction; maybe he won't like me showing up out of nowhere after telling him countless times I won't be here today," you say softly, and Howard listens for a moment.

"And what gives you that feeling?" he asks, and it's your turn to let his words sink in with you.

"I-I'm not sure; he has never given me that feeling, but I guess it could be past experiences..." you tell your father-in-law as your voice trails off near the end.

"Well, I can assure you that Tony will be thrilled to see you today. When reading your card this morning, he cried and told Orion it was okay to cry, of course. He misses you so much, and he can't wait to have you in his arms again," Howard says, and your heart simultaneously seems to go faster and skip a beat at his words.

"Really?" you ask, and Howard nods.

"Really. He loves you so much, Y/N, and he's very lucky to be with you if you ask me. And Hudson and Orion are fortunate to have you both as their parents, as they couldn't have possibly had a more loving set of parents than the two of you."

You swallow the lump in your throat before speaking again. "Thank you, Howard, that means the world," you whisper, and the rest of the trip home is spent with light conversation between you two.

The moment Howard pulls up into the driveway of their house, your heart starts beating faster, and the butterflies in your stomach go wild as the seconds seem to turn into hours.

"Ready?" Howard asks, and you nod.

Tony is seated on a large blanket in the grass, underneath a large beach umbrella, with Hudson and Orion while Maria sets up the dinner for everyone. This arrangement is perfect; she can set an extra plate just for you.

Howard walks into the house before you, and you quickly slip into the bathroom to freshen up. While you're doing that, Howard says he got what was missing and that dinner can finally be finished, so he, Tony, Hudson, and Orion get ready to sit at the dinner table. Your boyfriend is facing the door, which you will walk through in a few short moments. Once Maria gives you the all-clear on your phone, you take a few more deep breaths and walk through the house, straightening your dress as you walk towards the large garden.

"We have one more surprise for you today, Angioletto," Maria says, looking at her son with an adorationful look, and Tony can't help but smile. The bond they share is near and dear to his heart, and hearing his Mom call him Angioletto, the nickname she gave him as a baby, has his heart bursting with love.

However, before Tony can respond to his Mom, he hears footsteps coming from inside the house, and his attention is pulled to it. For a few short seconds, it doesn't register to him what's happening, as you suddenly appear in the opening of the door, but once his brain has finally caught up to him, he shoots out of the chair he was sitting in, making it fall backward and onto the tiles of the terrace.

"Sunshine!" is all Tony can say before capturing you in a bone-crushing hug, your fists holding tightly onto his shirt as you smell your boyfriend's warm, musky cologne, his strong arms enveloping you as tears start trickling down your face, and he can't help but cry a little as well as he's holding you.

Tony is the first to let go, but instead of saying anything, he softly grabs your face as his thumbs wipe away the tears on your cheeks, and you can't help but smile up at him. A small smile brightens up his features, too, and he finally leans in to kiss you. His soft lips are kissing yours gently, and the kiss is very unrushed, making every nerve ending in your body feel like it's on fire as you squeeze his biceps.

"I can't believe you're here right now, my beautiful Sunshine! I thought you wouldn't be here today, but there's not a single present better than having my sweet girl with me," Tony whispers, making your cheeks heat up at his words. You bite your bottom lip as you smile up at your boyfriend.

"I'm here, My Love; I'm here on your special day," you whisper before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him again, your eyes slipping shut when you feel the softness of his lips against yours again. This time, however, he deepens it by letting his tongue glide over the seam of your lips, and you part them happily to feel his tongue against yours. You will never get enough of kissing him, and you've never been happier to have fallen in love with the man making you feel nothing but loved every day.

When the need to breathe finally becomes greater than the need to kiss one another, you pull away as you smile at your boyfriend. "I love you so much, My Love. Happy birthday." He mouths a 'thank you' before placing a few more pecks on your lips and grabbing your hand to go and say hi to your babies.

"Mommy!" they say in unison as they run over to you, and you crouch down to catch them in the middle of an enormous hug. They both wrap their arms around your neck, pulling you as close as possible in their hugs. Feeling the love of your twins is something you cannot put into words, as it's so unique and rooted deep inside all of you, but it's the best kind of love possible.

"I missed you both so much, you know that?" you tell them as you look at them, and they nod, making you and Tony laugh out loud. Their rosy cheeks beautifully frame their bright smiles, and you place a big kiss on them, making them giggle. Hudson turns a little bit shy, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red.

"I like big Mommy kisses," he says softly as he blushes, and you smile even wider at his admission.

"And I like giving them to you, Babyboy. I like them so much that you will get them for the rest of your life!" you tell him, making him feel even happier as he bounces on his feet.

Tony then crouches down next to you and pulls all three of you into a much-needed hug. When he finally lets go, it's time for dinner, and instead of being seated on your chair, Tony pulls you into his lap.

"Today I'm the birthday boy, so you're sitting with me for dinner, Sunshine. Now that you're home, I want you as close to me as possible," he says as he tucks some hair behind your ear, and you nod in agreement. You lean in for a soft peck, and Tony knows he will never get enough of these moments of having you close to him as he kisses you.

Once dessert rolls around, it's time for you to give Tony his official birthday present, and you have come up with something extraordinary over the last few weeks. Maria happily grabbed it for you so you didn't have to get up, and now it's time to see his reaction.

"I bought you something special for your birthday, My Love. Something very near and dear to my heart, and this way, you can always carry it close to yours as well. I love you," you tell him as you hand him a small box wrapped in red paper with a gold bow around it, and he can't stop smiling at you.

"Thank you, my sweet, beautiful Sunshine, and I want you to know that I love you more than I could ever explain," he says before kissing the back of your hand, followed by your lips. Then he moves to open the present. As he opens the box, he finds a square silver pendant on a silver chain with your name, followed by the names of your children on it, and there's room to add even more when you have more children.

"Oh my- it's- wow," Tony stammers out as he picks it up and turns it over to read the text you had engraved on the back. 'Our Daddy, Forever'. At first, he smiles at the words he's reading, but then the realization sinks in about the double meaning of it. A deep red blush spreads over his cheeks as he quickly turns it back over and meets your proud gaze.

You lean forward before whispering three simple words in his ear: "Happy birthday, Daddy."

After dinner, Howard and Maria cared for the twins and their bedtime, meaning you and Tony could have some much-needed time for yourselves. What was supposed to be a long, spicy FaceTime call has turned into a slow, sweet make-out session on your boyfriend's lap. He's now shirtless and proudly wearing the present you bought him.

Your fingers glide from his hair down his neck and to the pendant hanging from his neck, where your name and those of Hudson and Orion are proudly displayed, and there's room to add more in the future. Your thumb glides over the smooth surface as a small smile lies on your lips. "What do you think, My Love, of adding more names to your necklace?" you ask softly.

"I'd love nothing more than to add more names to it, Sunshine. Because how could I not want more babies after seeing how amazing our beautiful twins are?" Tony says as he leans in and bumps his nose against yours, making you chuckle at the gesture.

"Yeah? You want to have more babies together?" you ask, still unsure despite him telling you precisely that.

"I do, Sunshine. I'd get a whole football team's worth of babies with you if that's what you desire," he tells you as his deep, dark brown eyes stare into yours, his fingers gliding over the body art adorning your soft skin.

"I just- I never knew how to bring it up after the birth of the twins. I know how difficult it has been for you during and after the delivery, and I wasn't sure you wanted to go through it again," he admits in a voice laced with insecurity and worry.

"I know it wasn't easy, but I would do it all over again in a heartbeat and without a second thought, My Love. Seeing the joy on your face when you met our twins for the first time is one I will never forget, and I will do anything to see it again," you tell him reassuringly, and he smiles at your words.

"However-" you continue, his interest piqued. "I would like to wait a few more years so we can work on our careers and future together. If I happen to get pregnant again unexpectedly, I will be delighted, but let's wait a few years, My Love," you tell him, and he nods.

"Whatever you wish, my beautiful Sunshine. But all this talk about babies makes me want to make one with you now," he says as he wiggles his hips slightly, and you can feel how hard he is underneath you. A soft moan escapes your lips as he does, and he smirks at you as he knows how good he's making you feel right now.

Tony slips his large hands underneath the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head to leave you in nothing but your panties on top of him, and your nipples instantly pebble at the cold breeze going through the room. His gaze wanders over your beautiful body and the art adorning it, his fingers gliding over the beautiful tattoo on your thigh that bears his name and those of your two children.

"Look at you, Sunshine, so beautiful for me," he whispers before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and letting his tongue glide over it, sucking softly as moans escape your lips. While Tony takes his sweet time with your breasts, your hands slip into his long locks, and you pull the hair tie out of them to be able to properly roam your hands through the thick, soft, and dark strands, your hips rutting forward involuntarily as the pleasure builds inside you.

"D-Daddy," you suddenly gasp when the friction of your soaked panties and his shorts give you just the right amount of friction to stimulate your sensitive clit. Without thinking, you pull on his hair, and he groans against your soft flesh, carefully biting down on your nipples as you do. This little chain reaction builds your high quickly, the familiar feeling inside you quickly approaching.

"That's it, Sunshine, make yourself cum on your Daddy's lap," he growls against your soft breasts, his hands digging into the flesh on your hips to guide you over his thick, clothed cock until you're falling apart. Your head falls back as you pull on his hair, your legs trembling as you're cumming on his lap, moans now uncontrollable as they mix with Tony's loud groans.

Once you've ridden out your high, Tony trails a line of kisses to your neck, where he also leaves a few light purple marks, marking you as his. Your grip on his hair hasn't loosened much, and he only leans into the sensation as you pull him back by the strands.

"So perfect for me, Sunshine. My sweet girl," he whispers as his gaze roams over your body once more, his thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples to earn a soft whimper. You preen under his gaze, and warmth spreads over your cheeks as he lovingly looks at you. His hands glide down to your belly as he lets them rest there, thinking back to the conversation you two just had about having more babies in your future.

"A penny for your thoughts, Sunshine?" Tony asks once he meets your gaze, and you smile before telling him what's on your mind.

"I can't stop thinking about having another baby with you," you tell him as the warmth in your cheeks intensifies, and it feels good to admit it out loud finally. Even though you realistically know you want to wait a little longer, the thought is something you can't get out of your mind.

"Neither can I, my beautiful girl. Seeing how beautiful you were when you were pregnant with our miracles, the way your breasts swelled to the perfect size when they were filled with milk, fuck. And the glow you wore throughout it all? I want it all with you, Sunshine, but only once you're ready. That's the one thing I care about most: you being ready to have another baby," he admits, and you lean in to put your head on his shoulder, his hands gliding to your butt where he rests them.

"I love you so much, Tony," you say as you kiss the side of his neck softly, and his eyes slip shut at the feeling. You two share soft kisses, sweet words, reassuring touches, and loving glances. Nothing feels rushed, and there's nothing to worry about for now. It's just you, your boyfriend, and the entire night ahead of you.

"Sunshine," he says softly, and you lift your gaze to meet his deep, dark brown eyes. The same ones you've gotten lost in time and time again, and the same ones you're falling in love with all over again as Orion shares the same beautiful eyes as him, while he gets to fall in love with yours all over again when he looks at Hudson. They're the perfect combination of you both.

"I want to make love to you," he whispers, and you smile at his words before nodding. You climb off his lap, and as soon as you do, he already misses you on top of him. You get comfortable on the bed as your head lies on the pillows, and Tony makes quick work of his shorts and underwear until he's completely bare and standing at the foot of the bed.

Now, it's your turn to let your gaze wander over his body. Every little ridge and muscle is on display, and the length of his hair frames his face, which makes him look extremely handsome in combination with his facial hair. Once your eyes reach his long, thick cock you gasp softly before biting on your bottom lip and clenching your thighs together, earning you a disapproving hum from your boyfriend.

"Oh no, Sunshine, don't you dare hide that beautiful, sweet, drenched pussy from your Daddy," he says with a growl, and you instantly spread your legs to reveal your wholly ruined panties. He sits down on the bed before crawling over to you, and this time, he hums approvingly as he places a few kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with the feeling of his facial hair against the sensitive skin.

"Hmm, you're so responsive for me today, sweet mama," Tony purrs at you, and your cheeks heat up at the praise he's giving you. Your eyes slip shut when you feel the warmth of his breath over your soaked panties, and he sucks the lacey fabric into his mouth to get the perfect taste of you. The groan he lets out crawls up your spine as you grab the sheets to hold onto, your back arching into his mouth.

"You taste fucking amazing, Sunshine; I've missed tasting you and your sweet, delicious pussy so much when you were away," he says as he finally slides the panties down your legs and retakes his place between your thighs. This time, he interlaces one of his hands with yours while the other wraps around your soft thigh, and your free hand buries into your boyfriend's hair.

Without a second thought, he dives back into your dripping core, and you moan as he takes his time eating you out, alternating between suckling on your clit and diving his tongue as deep into your entrance as he possibly can. He's an expert in building up your high, and once again, the feeling you've come to know and love over the years is rapidly building.

"T-Tony, 'm close-" you whine, and he grins against your pussy as he notices you're already going sweet on him. Instead of calling him Daddy, you're already calling him Tony, which you usually do once you're getting to the point of being thoroughly fucked out after a long night together, and this one has only started.

"C'mon Sunshine, cum on Daddy's fingers like a good little slut," he encourages you as he works two fingers into you, opening you up for his cock later while his tongue expertly plays with your sensitive clit. Before you know it, you're squirming under your boyfriend's touch as you're moaning loudly, and your orgasm is one of the strongest you've felt in a long time.

He works you through it with a careful touch, ensuring you're not dropping from your high. The entire time, he's giving you endless praise and peppering your thighs and mound royally with kisses until you're finally ready for the next step. He's taken his sweet time working you open, and when he crawls over your body, you can already feel your senses being on high alert.

You're still lying on your back, the mattress feeling extra soft under you as you slip into the comfortable headspace you enjoy getting lost in during these moments. Tony's achingly hard cock is already leaking pre-cum as it rests on the crease of your thigh, his hands interlaced with yours above your head as your tongues explore each other slowly, getting lost in each other's tastes.

Eventually, he lets his kisses trail over your cheek and down to your jaw, where he sucks a few deep purple marks before finally letting go of one of your hands, instead caressing the side of your neck as he looks up at you.

"Are you ready for me, Hot Mama?" Tony asks, and you immediately perk up at the nickname, though a bright red flush appears simultaneously. He smiles as he sees the beautiful pink tint on your cheeks, and in his eyes, you're only getting more adorable by the second. He kisses the tip of your nose, and you smile up at him as you nod.

Tony takes his time lining up with your entrance as he coats his tip with your juices by letting it glide back and forth a few times, making you gasp each time he teases your sensitive clit. However, the moment he pushes into your warm, tight pussy, he can barely contain himself as he buries his face in your neck to keep his composure.

"Fuck, you take me so well, Sunshine; it feels like coming home every single time," he whispers before kissing the corner of your mouth, instantly leaving you wanting more as you follow his lips when he pulls away. This time, he captures your lips in a soft kiss as he bottoms out, effectively swallowing your moan in the process.

"Daddy," you gasp out when you feel how full you are, every inch of Tony's long cock filling you to the brim with perfection. The veins adorning it give you just the right amount of pleasure, and his length hits your sweet spot just right. Everything about your boyfriend is perfect, and how he manages to make you feel so vulnerable yet powerful right at the same time is the sort of power you're glad he has over you.

Tony sets a slow, comfortable pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot and smirks proudly as he looks at you. Your hands glide from his neck to his back as your nails dig into the flesh, earning you soft groans as his pace falters for a moment. He quickly picks himself back up as he rolls his hips at a pace that has you clenching around him.

"So full- 's so big," you mutter as Tony groans softly, your hands gliding in his hair this time.

"Yeah? You love being stretched by my thick, long cock, don't you? To be filled by Daddy's cock every single chance you get like a little cockhungry slut," he says in a teasing tone, but it only serves to heighten your pleasure.

"Y-yes! I Love Daddy's cock so much! Wan' it in me all the time," you respond, and it's a miracle you're even making sense right now with the way he's working his hips. Somewhere along the way, he picked up his pace just enough to have you bouncing up and down, and his gaze is locked on the sway of your breasts, as he can't get enough of them.

"God, I'm so happy you want more babies, Sunshine- Once your breasts are full of milk, I'm gonna drink from them every day and fuck this sweet, tight pussy when I do it. Fucking you so full of my cum every single day until you're round with my baby again, and after, I'll fuck you every single day to keep you stuffed with my cum, fuckin'- Jesus, you're tight!" he exclaims as you clench around his cock, on the edge of your third orgasm.

"T-TONY-" you exclaim as you yank on his hair, and he moans loudly when he cums without any warning, his cum spilling deep inside you as your orgasm crashes through your body like a flood, your vision going white for a moment as it does. Tony keeps himself up for as long as he can, but once you're both through your highs, he lets himself roll onto his side while pulling you with him, still buried inside you.

Tony's arms are wrapped around you as you're still trembling on top of him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still working its way through your body. His large hands run over your back in soothing patterns as your face is buried in his neck.

"I missed you so much, Sunshine, but I'm delighted you showed up on my birthday. I couldn't have wished for a better present," he tells you, and you smile at his words.

"Missed you too, amore mio," you whisper before lifting your head and meeting Tony's gaze. He tucks a few pieces of hair behind your ear as he smiles at you, making you fall in love with him even more. At this moment, you know you made the right choice by giving him a chance to get to know you, and it is the best decision you've ever made.

"I'm so lucky to know you, My Love. At first, I did think you were a bit odd, but I'm glad I stayed for the long run. If I didn't, I wouldn't have gotten to know the man you are deep inside, and I wouldn't have seen you turn into the loving father you are. And most of all, I wouldn't have had a chance to get to know my soulmate. Because that's truly what you are, Tony. I truly believe we were meant to be, and the universe brought us together in quite an unlikely way," you say with a smile, and he nods. If it weren't for you forgetting your wallet the first time you met, you two most likely wouldn't have looked at each other twice.

But here you are, wrapped in the comfort of each other's arms as he's still buried deep inside you after making love. You're glad to have given him a chance, as it means you met the man you will marry one day and grow old with. The one you will raise your children and grandchildren with, and you can't wait for that day to be here.

"Sometimes I still can't believe how lucky I am to have found my soulmate so early in life-," Tony tells you, and he leans up to nudge his nose against yours. "- to have found the woman I will love for the rest of my life and have two beautiful babies with her to top it all off."

You smile at your boyfriend before kissing his nose softly, making him smile in return.

"Shall we take a shower before bed? That way, we can relax even more before we go to sleep," he offers, and you nod. Tony carefully pulls out before massaging your hips and thighs, and you get onto the bed, allowing him to go and get the shower ready.

"Ready, my sweet Sunshine?" he asks, and you nod before getting up with his help, and he guides you to the bathroom. The water is already warm when you step into it, and the warmth immediately soothes your sore muscles. Tony gets in behind you, and his hands instantly touch you, making you smile again.

"Shall I wash your hair?" he asks, and you will never refuse him doing that for you. The sweet scent of the new strawberry-scented shampoo you got fills your senses as your boyfriend works his magic with his long, skilled fingers, relaxing you until you're moaning softly at the feeling of his massage.

He takes his time rinsing out the shampoo before putting it in conditioner to soften your locks. Once that's working its magic on your hair, Tony takes his time to get himself clean, too, while you're keeping an eye on everything he's doing.

"You forgot a spot," you tell him with a soft giggle, and Tony raises his brow in amusement. "Right here!" you say as you poke him in his side, where he is most ticklish. He laughs as he swats your hand away playfully before grabbing your face gently and pressing his lips against yours, your body melting into his touch. As you open your eyes, you look into Tony's brown eyes, and your heart flutters.

"I love you so fucking much, Sunshine. I can't even begin to describe how much, but I would say that to the moon and back is a pretty good start. Thank you for coming home on my birthday, as it wouldn't have been half as fun without you here," he tells you, sealing his words with a kiss.

"I love you too, Tony, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Your birthday deserves to be celebrated, and it wouldn't be the same without you by my side," you tell him before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him again. After a few more sweet words, he rinses out the conditioner in your hair and turns off the shower, ready to dry off and crawl into bed together.

Once completely dry, Tony guides you to the bed, where he instructs you to lie on your stomach. You do it without a second thought before being treated to Tony's nice, relaxing massage, and you've rarely felt happier. As his hands relax you, you realize that everything has fallen into place over the last few years and has come together beautifully, the way it was always meant to from the moment you met.

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nicorobinmywife · 1 year

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Law wants to sleep but you're getting on his nerves. | GN Reader x Law.

Contains: Law trying to be a patient boyfriend, reader is clueless and doesn't realize they're being annoying, his dick is mentioned.

- sleep well, y/n-ya. - your boyfriend lies down next to you and closes his eyes, getting ready to fall asleep after a stressful day dealing with his captain business.

a sigh escapes his lips as you lay your head on his chest as his arms bring your waist closer to him, you smiled slightly drawing imaginary lines on his tattooed chest.

- Traffy... - you call him and he let out a grunt indicating he is still awake. - if i became a worm, would you still love me? - eyes still closed, Law raises an eyebrow at the sudden question as you lift your head, waiting for what he has to say.

- go to sleep, y/n-ya. - this answer made you frown, but you chose not to argue, believing that he would still love you even if you turned into a worm.

after a few seconds of silence, Law was about to fall asleep, but you voice brought him back to the real world.

- who do you think is stronger, Zoro or Sanji? - A frown appears on your boyfriend's face, it looks like you took the night to piss him off, Law thought about pretending to fall asleep so you'd leave him alone, but he's a terrible actor.

- Chopper. - Law grunted in a sarcastic tone making you laugh lightly at his answer. - y/n-ya, let's go to sleep, okay? enough with the silly questions. - he moves a hand gently covering your mouth, hoping you'll fall asleep.

you look up and Law has already fallen asleep, with a little bubble coming out of his nose, he looks so handsome in his sleep, but there was another question that popped into your mind.

you felt you couldn't leave that question for tomorrow, afraid you'd end up forgetting, maybe Law won't be mad if you wake him up again.

- Traffy...- in less than five minutes, you were already calling again, by this time Law had veins sprouting on his forehead, fighting for his life trying to be patient with you. - I was wondering, if you can remove people's hearts or their heads with your devil fruit powers, does that mean you can rip out your dick too? have you tried this before?

that was the last straw for your boyfriend, in less than a second he creates a room and you find yourself outside the cabin, now Law can finally sleep peacefully without you bothering him.

- stop asking stupid questions and go to sleep, y/n-ya! - Law grumbles behind the door with his face slightly flushed, covering his head with a pillow.

- hmm, he didn't answer my last question, i'll take that as a yes. - you chuckled lightly as you walked towards Bepo's cabin, thanking god he always lets you sleep with him whenever your grumpy boyfriend kicks you out of the room.

the end.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x male reader #one piece x y/n #law x male reader #trafalgar d water law #law headcanons #law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece law #law scenarios

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azulock · 10 months

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Hi!! I love your hcs and the way you capture the characters! Like the thing about kaiser with the tattoos (it reminded me that I actually have a rose tattoo on the back of my neck hahaha), or how Reo would definitely be a good boyfriend (just needs lots of reassurance and therapy..). Please can you do nsfw hcs for Reo?

Aaaaaaaawwww thank you nonnie I try my best to capture the characters <3 I'm a believer that Reo can recover his sanity with some love, a little therapy and getting away from Nagi, you can do better king. Also the tattoo thing, if that ain't the experience of having a tattoo where you can't see, I forget the one on my back all the time lol tho, a rose on your neck, yeah Kaiser would be very much into that. Anyway, here you go

reo mikage nsfw headcanons

⟳ A pleasure dom, a service dom, a man who can't sub cause he feels he needs to offer something to people to have any worth. The chance of making him sub isn't zero but it's pretty close. He likes to give pleasure more than anything, it helps fill his ego too when he sees you squirming and moaning because of him.

⟳ Praise kink, praise kink all the way. Will be praising you for anything and nothing at all. It delves into body worship too. He might be in control but he will be worshipping you all over. He won't ask for it in return but he'll fucking love it if you do, it's gonna make him feel fantastic.

⟳ Not very vocal, a bit shy about his own noises, but he still makes them, they are just low, he gets a bit louder when he gets close to orgasm tho. Besides he wants to focus on hearing your noises, so he will love it if you are very vocal. If you aren't don't worry, he might tease you a bit for being shy but he'll just take it as a reason to work extra hard to make you make more noises.

⟳ Loooooves getting marks on himself - prefers it if they aren't in very visible spots but he can deal with it. Oh please, bite him, scratch him, leave hickeys on his skin, anything. He looks at the marks like a trophy, a symbol that he did his job well. He's gonna leave some marks on you too but only on places that can't be see by others that easily, and not that many. Tho, if he knows you like marks too he's gonna leave more.

⟳ A guy with no rush, sure he can go multiple rounds if he ends up going fast, but he'd rather go for a slower and longer one. Likes to take his time to feel you entirely and to pleasure you completely. He wants to fuck you so right that your brain just resets - if you are the smart and capable type, he's gonna try to fuck you dumb, cause he knows it's tiring to be the smart one all the time and you can relax with him.

⟳ Likes giving oral more than receiving, to the point where he can forget himself - but please don't forget him, he deserves the pleasure. Will be praising you the whole time if you go down on him, that's probably the thing that would make him the most vocal. It's the best way to get him moaning and grunting and generally making sounds that are louder.

⟳ Likes intimacy, likes to see your face or to feel your body touching his, he just needs to feel you close, to feel you there with him. For that reason he loves cockwarming, having you that close to him is already blissful, don't even need to move. Loves to do it while you are watching a movie or lazying in bed together.

⟳ Reo is long, not the thickest - just thick enough to feel good but def long. It has a big curve up and it's thickest at the base. He is veiny tho, with a very thick vein on the underneath of his shaft. Also, he keeps himself shaved nice and clean.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage

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richeeduvie · 4 months

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ok there is a very real chance i’ve sent an ask about this before but i cannot remember soooo baby getting R tattooed on her somewhere as a surprise and roman dropping dead when he discovers it

"What's that?"

Baby's smiling at her smiley little girl. She presses her chubby finger against the small R on her mommy's bicep.

"It's a surprise for Daddy."

Baby Jr tilts her head. "For Daddy? He wants letters on you?"

"It stands for his name, silly. Roman."

"...I forget his name isn't Daddy. But what?! Is it there forever?"

Baby smiles a bit more. She combs her fingers through Baby Jr's soft hair as she rolls up her sleeve a bit more.

"Forever. And maybe...the first letter of your name can be right next to his. I bet he'd like that, but I won't tell you when I'm getting you tattooed, that would spoil the surprise."

Baby Jr breathes in hard, she's much too excited so suddenly and she doesn't want Mommy to make her use her inhaler, so she's trying to calm down - but Daddy is gonna go crazy for this, and Mommy get her name too? It's so much. She sits criss-cross-applesauce, rocking until she needs to sit in her Mommy's lap cause biting is good, biting is love, but she'll bite herself and that hurts, so Mommy's the next best thing.

"Daddy is gonna go coo-coo."

The front door swings open, a groan coming out through the room.

"I call death to the film industry. People are fucking - the risks they take is about the size of their assholes. Or...maybe not, maybe their anuses are huge and that'd explain the sticks they're able to stuff up there."

Baby Jr giggles. It's because of her Daddy being funny, but there's a secret on Mommy's skin and she don't know if she can hold it.

"Don't swear, Daddy - buttholes is also good word to use."

"Well everything's perfect when you say it, nobody is going to go anywhere near a middle aged man who uses the word butthole. Hug."

She's so giggly and Baby tries to hide her smile, elbow under her head. Baby Jr goes running off to Roman, hugging his legs. He takes her up into his arms in this obnoxious, smug happiness. But he blinks quick at how his daughter seems to just, heave. Cutely heave with laughter.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

And Baby takes to standing.

"I think she'll be more excited than you are for this."

"...What?"

"I just had an impulse, nothing too regretful - I don't think you'd like me to call it that but...I got a tattoo."

Roman looks to his daughter and blinks slow, a glaring turn back to Baby.

"Oh. Ew."

The ew is dragged out, Roman rolls his eyes and puts Baby Jr down. He rubs his face. To soothe, to show just how much he thinks that that is a stupid idea.

"A fucking tattoo? You wanted to go cool and ruined your skin? It's gonna be a fucking butterfly, or something like fu....like warrior. No, no - I married you, I would like to think you wouldn't get your skin etched with something as fucked as that. Please tell me it's somewhere that's not that noticeable."

Roman almost goes off, but he covers Baby Jr's ears. Baby crosses his arms.

"We don't do doggy, so like, if it's your back, whatever."

"Mm. Bicep."

Her voice is casual as his eyes widen.

"Are you kidding me?! I have my mouth there all the tim-oh my god. Next time you have a impulse, walk three blocks and kill a finance guy or a labor worker. Don't do this to me."

"Daddy. Stop being silly, please please - you are gonna love it!"

"I'll accept it eventually, Honey. Sure, but-"

Baby takes steps to Roman, rolling up her sleeve, pleasure under the casual, relaxed features of her face. As Roman's soften at the sight of the R.

"I could always get it removed. It's pretty small, so I assume it'll be easier than most. I thought you'd like it. But tattoos are permanent, I should've just bought a necklace or something."

Roman stares. He doesn't blink. Baby Jr giggles.

He swallows and does this almost cough before he scratches his head.

"Why did you get it so small?"

"...I think that'd be a good thing considering I'm just gonna get it removed-"

"No! Shut the fuck up - I just didn't kno-I didn't think it'd be this...me. For me. You're for me. Cool, it's..."

Roman blinks hard before his eyes just go small. Baby Jr makes hand motions for Baby to pick her up and when her mommy does, she's the one holding the sleeve in her little fist to look at her daddy's initial.

She mwahs a kiss on Baby's tattoo.

Baby smiles before her brows curve in confusion at the look of her husband, Roman's flexy and shifty hands as he keeps staring.

"Roman, you okay?"

"...Uh-huh."

He takes her arm, a face serious and Baby Jr can't understand why because it's so cute. Cute things don't need serious faces, but she won't question her Daddy.

"I literally...this means I can never get you for anything now. Seriously. Fucking one-upper."

"No, it doesn't. You really don't like it-"

"Shut up. I do! You kno-God, I do. But you don't even own enough tank tops to show it up so whatever, and you've one-upped me with the hottest blot of ink..."

Roman breathes...wrong, Baby's brows bend lower.

"Roman, breathe."

"Daddy, you can use my inhaler."

"I'm fine. I'm...it's just-"

It's just that anything about her and her love for him can ruin him, make him feel sickly in such a perfect way. He shudders. It's pathetic. Roman wants to be normal about this, but his heart's never been in the right place to be...regulated. But fuck, who fucking cares? She's perfect and she loves him enough to be branded with his initial.

So, he's going to feel like he's going to die because he could die happy right now. How many people get that moment?

Roman kisses Baby Jr's cheek.

"Why didn't Mommy get my whole name?"

"Be grateful, Daddy. Please."

Baby snorts. Roman's brows raise, it's a "Right, sorry."

Baby knows it went as expected when Roman mwahs his initial on her skin, just twice over before he nips.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #succession fanfiction #roman roy x reader

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Guide to Penalty Box: Sissy Lore, Character Relationships, Bits, History

i reread all of penalty box so you don’t have to! this post is mainly for my benefit, but also for anyone new to the series <3

General Masterlist — 22-23 Season — 23-24 Season

Sissy

Basic Things About Her:

She is NOT legally a Hughes! She grew up with them and they took her in when they moved to Michigan for Jack when he went to USNTDP. They call her their sister, she calls them her brothers, and calls Jim and Ellen mom and dad

Her birth parents were neglectful and mentally abusive. She often stayed at the Hughes house even in elementary school. They put a bed in their game room for her before the move where she got her own room

She is an event planner and has her own business!

Very, very obsessed with The Hunger Games series

She will quote it, reference it, and force everyone to watch it any chance she gets

She's a runner when she's drunk!

The whole group has air tags they use for parties because of this, and even then someone is normally physically attached to her

A story of her running away is in Cruel Weather (Part Two)

She '146' tattooed on her wrist. The 1 is for Trevor, the 4 is for Quinn and Luke, and the 6 is for Jack (and later, Jamie)

She'll joke around with Jack if he gets her on her nerves that the 6 is only for Jamie now

She has the date she moved in with the Hughes's on her collar bone in Roman numerals

She's a sleepy girl! Can't get ahold of her? She's most likely sleeping

She has many sons. Most of the UMich team 101 is a fatherless child, but some have fathers!

Fatherless children: Dylan, Mark, Adam, Luca, Seamus, and Rutger (Fathered children are listed under their father)

She's a bitter! Everyone is used to it, but any time it happens for the first time with someone new, someone has to explain that it's her little deranged way of showing love. Ethan will stick his arm out if she bites Luke (or anyone) to demand love

She goes under people's shirts when she's overwhelmed with emotions. When she does it, you know she trusts you

Sissy & Co are big fans of game nights and she is very, very competitive! They have monthly game nights in whatever way can

Every teammate, on all the teams, adore her and she loves them so much

She gives the teams (mainly the Ducks, obviously) good bags after each game! The more she learns at each player, the more personal the bags

She calls Troy and Dani Terry mom and dad, and she also calls Shatty mom

She's a huge Dallas Stars fan! Her favorite is Robo, and she always (with slim exceptions like if Quinn and Trevor etc play each other) flies to see any of her friends play against them.

She will drop everything if anyone, anyone needs her

She's terrified of storms

She's picky about who gets to call her Sissy and will fight over it.

Sissy exceptions: Dylan because he's known her so long, Cole gets a once a month pass, and Spencer Knight can anytime

Gives creative insults and has no filter

She's a Pink Whitney girly

She has weekly face times with Petey and Matty

She's so clumsy. Extremely so. She is frequently bruised because of it

She's really touchy and will cuddle and fall asleep on anyone

She's a Slytherin

She keeps scrapbooks! For literally anything and everything!

She loves poetry, and frequently uses Atticus poems

Random Lore:

She will leave at any given moment and tell no one. And not just to go out, she'll hop on a plane to see any of her boys. She won't even tell the person she's coming to see. She'll just show up. None of this out of spite, she's just forgetful

Once, she missed Quinn and spontaneously got on a plane to go see him while Trevor was gone without telling anyone. Not Trevor, not Quinn, no one. There was a big freak out. (This was not the first time)

She rented a minivan out of spite during the 2023 development camp so that she could take some of the Ducks boys out after it to get them know them better (it did not take long for the under 20s to call her mom)

In high school, she made her own NTDP hoodie with Jack's, Trevor's, Cole's, and Alex's numbers on the back and wore it every game

She'll occasionally give out gold star stickers (she's basically pavloving them) and once Jack annoyed her and she took his back

She gets her boys a trophy for their first goals of the season

There's a yearly tradition where the day before training camp begins for everyone, Sissy and the Hughes boys (and whoever wants to join) get together to work out together. Sissy is forced to participate but she does not do it for long before she taps out

Brock calls her Princess Hughes and she calls him her Blonde Princess

Frequent Gags:

She gives, and receives, penalties of various minutes for random things. It started from the Shoulder Check Showcase where Trevor did not get a tripping penalty (when he def should have)

Putting someone on probation

Telling someone they aren't friends/sons/etc for a random amount of minutes

Teasing between anyone is done if a "big" word is used. College dropout jokes are made

Random hashtags

Sap is said a lot. At any given opportunity. No one can stay serious for long. Also Simp, but less frequently

"Who's Sissy's least favorite Hughes" "Quinn" (this a gag with random commenters)

Various contracts will be mentioned. Mainly the Best Friend Contract and the Princess Treaty. I have no real explanations or full components of said contracts

Trevor protesting not being able to call her Sissy

Any mentions about high school or senior year. It's all a mystery. It is frequently said that she was crazier.

Most common insult is human dildo

She'll occasionally create the comment section herself and tell the boys to say nice things or specific things

What Jerseys She Wears:

Ducks: She rotates between Trevor's and Jamie's

Ducks vs Canucks: Trevor, Quinn, and Jamie have to play air hockey to decide. If there's no time before, they play iMessage games

Ducks/Canucks vs Habs/Kings: Trevor's or Quinn's

Devils vs Canucks/Ducks: Quinn's or Trevor's

Devils vs. Habs/Kings: Jack and Luke play rock, paper, scissors

Habs vs Kings: Alex and Cole play iMessage games

Panthers vs Anyone: Matty and Spencer play rock, paper, scissors when Spencer is playing. Otherwise, she wears Matty's (except for Canucks and Ducks)

Anyone vs Stars: Jason Robertson's (Robo)

Trevor

Nicknames: Z-Baby, Sweet Boy

He had a crush on Sissy since the moment her saw her

First Date: March 16, 2018 (Junior Year)

They also say their first real kiss was that day, since the other two were practically forced by their friends

Officially Dating: March 22, 2018

First time they said I love you: July 18, 2018

Engagement Date: April 14, 2023

They'll cuddle in any way possible (post on gen. masterlist)

Sissy will "train" with him. And by train I mean she's more like his personal cheerleader, but she'll do some things with him on a lower level

Big PDA couple

They'll sleep anywhere when they're drunk. Counters, tables, closets, horizontally on the bed, anywhere. It phases no one anymore

Sissy will take any and all of his clothes, so all of their clothes are mixed together in their closet. She'll steal clothes from anybody, so sometimes he's accidentally put on someone else's hoodie with their perspective team on it

There's a tradition on his birthday where everyone (that can be there) has a sleepover in the living room. They make a giant fort and watch movies and it's pure chaos

They have matching tattoos of otters on their hands so that when they hold hands, it looks like the otters are

They call each other sweet girl and sweet boy

He kisses her to wake her up. She calls it "Disney Princess style"

Leo is their first and only adopted son

More headcanons are listed on the general masterlist!

Quinn

Nicknames: Quinny Baby, Quinny, Huggy, Quinnjamin

He's not only her big brother, but he's also Sissy's best friend in the entire world

They have a Best Friend Contract

There is a rule that everyone knows that they do not let go of each other until they're both ready. No one else is allowed to touch her, and no one can take her away from him. Not even Trevor

Her going under shirts started with him (blurb: here)

Her and Quinn's son is Cole McWard! (blurb: here)

Trevor asked him for permission before he asked Sissy out. He's officiating their wedding, so it's like it has come full circle. (Fic: here)

She cries every time he leaves, especially after games when she barely gets to see him

He is a professional "Sissy catcher" because she will stand on surfaces that are not meant for standing on

He's the one that bought her Robo jersey

She gave him a "Best Big Brother In The Universe" trophy when they were kids and he still has it

He has a list of random things Sissy says when she's lovey clingy drunk

They officially became best friends when she was in 4th grade

Before Trevor, she had a boyfriend in freshman year. The breakup was hard for her because it was her first one, so Quinn drove down from UMich to be with her for a couple of days

She’ll call him anything under the sun, but she often uses Quintin when she’s upset or in pain (sometimes randomly). She used it a lot in middle school

Jack

Nicknames: Jacky Boy, Soulmate, Howdy Rowdy, Twin

She met everyone through him. They were in kindergarten together and were thrilled to live near each other

They have the same birthday (hence twins)

Jack often jokes he's older than her because he was born 4 hours and 36 minutes before her

They tend to make bets. Everyone had an "intervention" to stop them and limit to Ducks vs Canucks games, but they do not listen

They spontaneously went to Vegas in the peak of the bets starting. Only Trevor knew.

They have a special connection. They know what the other is saying with just a look. They call it "Hugheslepathy"

Sons: Luke and Ethan (He's her first officially adopted son)

Luke is a son because he accidentally called Sissy mom during the one month her and Jack dated (they decided it was too weird and broke up) (it was before the move)

She gives him a painted puck every year on their birthday, and he gives her a charm for her charm bracelet. When he knows it's full, he gets her a new one. (Full imagine: Sweet Sixteen)

She's changing her middle name to Rowden after her and Trevor get married to match him

They will wrestle each other, but he's always careful to make sure she doesn't hit her head on anything with how clumsy she is

They are THE unhinged duo

Sissy cried and slept in Jack's bed for weeks after Quinn left for USNTDP

Luke

Nicknames: Lukey Moosey, Moose, her son

He was the one that first called her Sissy

She's very protective of him and always feels the need to stay strong around him. When they were younger, she'd hold it together if she was upset or hurt in front of him. She also did it in the hospital after the car crash.

Just like with Quinn, if he needs her physical touch, she doesn't let go until he's ready. It's just a rarity.

Cute childhood Luke story in his Debut post!

Luke walked in on Sissy and Trevor making out during the spring break they first got together. He had a talk with Trevor alone warning him not to hurt his sister, despite him being so young at the time

Jamie

Nicknames: Jamie Baby, Ex Husband

Him and Sissy are very close and very supportive of each other

When he got hurt, she left the stands to be with him. She stayed home from games while with him to take care of him when it was the roughest

They used to be "husband and wife" and she calls him her favorite ex-husband

They had silicone rings and everything

They used to joke that Trevor was their kid (he hated it) until they got engaged

It took him a while to fully warm up to her because he's so quiet, but they easily became as close as she is to the other guys when he did

When Sissy and Trevor fall asleep on the couch, he'll carry her up to bed and then wake up Trevor so he can go to bed himself

When he learned why she goes under people's shirts, she made sure to tell her that it was okay for her to do it to him

He sat on the floor and held her hand while she did an online interview to work an important event because she was anxious about it

It was her idea for Jamie to move in with her and Trevor

Cole

Nicknames: Coley Woley

Known as Best Friend Number Two (fic: here)

She'll call him Best Friend Number One to mess with Quinn sometimes

Sissy's man of honor for the wedding

Has a once a month pass to call her Sissy

They've kissed, but it was more of as a joke. Full story on the Engagement post

Sissy, Cole, and Alex have a yearly "Best Friend's Weekend" with no boyfriends/girlfriends or brothers. It started in high school

In high school, Sissy would often go to Cole and Alex's room to smoke, vent, etc

Him and Alex 100% knew Sissy liked Trevor before she really knew herself

Sissy is the nicest to him at all times. He hardly gets the aggressive but loving teasing and belittling (also out of love)

Just she like was there for Jamie, she flew out to see Cole and help out after his surgery in the 22-23 season

Alex

Nicknames: Turc, Turcs, Lexi

Her main smoking partner after high school (especially since he lives so close)

He stole her bong and will not give it back

Sissy, Alex, and Cole have weekly movie nights where they facetime and use watch parties

Once when she fell asleep on him, Quinn threatened him to not move even though he had to pee until Alex was "about to pee on her"

He calls her Girly Hughes

Matthew Tkachuk

Nicknames: My Rat, Matty Ratty, Matty, Rathew (rare)

Sissy had the biggest crush on him in middle and high school and talked about him all of the time

She'll often joke to Trevor that she'll him for Matty when he's on her nerves (lovingly)

She begged Quinn to invite him to her sixteenth birthday party and she got so excited she fell over the couch (fic: here)

He calls her Little Mouse (occasionally sissy)

They have adopted Mackie as their son! It happened when the team went to Universal Studios (Oct. 4, 2023) when Sissy flew out to them without telling anyone (again)

She facetimed him angry when she found out through twitter he played with a broken sternum (and also cried. she's a crier)

She flew out there after and yelled at Brady in person

Spencer Knight

Note: he has not been in the series until the summer before and preseason of 23-24

Nickname: Spency

He had a big part in the egging on for Trevor and Sissy to have their first kiss at a party (full story: Knight in Shining Armor)

He has Sissy pass, and it's not limited. There's not really an explanation for it, but he wasn't as close in the group like the others, so she let him as a way for them to be closer

She was THRILLED when he got drafted to the Panthers, and called him when Matty got traded saying that he was going to love "Her Rat"

She flew to Boston without telling anyone for his first game during Trevor’s rookie year. That’s what started her thing of randomly going to see someone without telling anybody

Hughes Childhood/HS Things

When Quinn first went to USNTDP, they all would have facetime sleepovers. Quinn built his own fort in his dorm, and Jack, Luke, and Sissy built their own. This is still done today, but anyone can be involved

Forts are a big thing for them. They built a fort at any given opportunity (and still do)

They have a yearly "Brothers Weekend" with Sissy where it's just them four

Quinn walked her to class in elementary school. He always made sure her hair was how she wanted before he left to his own class

He gave her hoodie when he left while she was in middle school so he was still "walking her to class"

There's a yearly twister game at the Lake House every summer and has been since they first started spending summers together

"Hugheslepathy" isn't just for Jack and Sissy, theirs is just the strongest. They can all practically read each other's minds

Quinn officiated a wedding between Sissy and a poster of Finnick Odair. Everyone was forced to attend. Luke was the flower boy.

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more will be added as the series develops!

#penalty box series #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #penalty box series: asks #penalty box series: blurbs

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crystalxwitch · 1 year

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13| Sweetness - W. Maximoff

Summary: A sweet conversation about your tattoos leads to a funny realization..

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"Oh, oh, oh…here she comes."

"Don't laugh." She whines, limping inside the living room. "This is all your fault."

You stand up from the couch. Chuckling softly, you quickly walk up to her which isn't difficult because she's as fast as a snail. Placing your arm around her waist, you let her lean herself on you and walk to the couch. You don't want her to fall over when you are the cause of her current state.

"It's not like you didn't want it. You were the one to wake me up again for - what was it? The third round?"

Her face heats up. "I don't want to talk about it."

"But it looks like you're in pain." You muster her body, hanging on her legs that remind you of jello. "Can you feel your legs?"

She pouts. "Barely."

"Oh, my poor girl." You press her down on the couch. "Just sit down and let me take care of you. I turned you into this mess so let me give you the princess treatment."

"I won't need it." Wanda shakes her head. "I'll be fine."

"No arguing or I have to shut that pretty mouth of yours with a gag." You respond, trailing your fingers through her hair and grabbing her chin between your thumb and forefinger. "You want that?"

"You wouldn't."

You lift an eyebrow. "Try me."

Wanda holds eye contact. The air cracks around you. You hold your breath. You won't be the one who loses. Thankfully, the redhead breaks first.

You rub your thumbs over her thighs, hoping to release some tension. She groans, leaning her head back against the sofa. You know that sound very well by now. Smiling softly, you continue your actions. Kneeling her sore flesh, Wanda sighs deeply and closes her eyes.

"That feels nice." She breathes out.

"Yeah?" You ask, looking up at her through your lashes. "You poor thing…I really exhausted you yesterday."

"Don't sound so coy about it."

"I feel proud of it." You tease, smugly grinning as the redhead stares daggers into your skin. "Making a pretty woman come three times in one night is pretty good for my ego."

She presses her finger against your mouth. "Shhhh."

Instead of pushing it away, you press a kiss on the tip of her finger. Her eyes hang on your mouth, a dreamingly expression in them that reminds you of last night. How her mouth fell open in an o shape as she tumbled over the edge. Or the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head. You're never going to forget, the images burned into your mind.

Wanda snaps her fingers in front of your eyes. "Y/n? Did you hear what I just said?"

You blink. Once. Twice.

"Huh?"

Wanda laughs. "I asked you if you've eaten yet. Where did your mind just take you?"

"Heaven."

She wipes her hand over her face. "Jeez, the question should be: What did I do with you yesterday? You're like a new person all of a sudden…all charming and nice. Where's the grumpy girl that wanted to throw me out of my cabin?"

"Our cabin." You correct her. "We have agreed on sharing it. Unless, you want to continue the discussion."

"It's still mine…I rented it first."

"Just tell yourself that. The next time we'll see Nat we will just ask her about it. This needs to be settled once and for all."

"Deal." Wanda agrees. "We'll see who is the winner."

"Speaking of breakfast...I'll make you a tea, Wands. You haven't had your favorite tea yet and it's 11 am in the morning." You explain, hearing her disapproving grumble as you rise off the couch. "It will be good for you. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"No." She grabs your hand, yanking you back. "No, don't leave me. I want to cuddle with you for a bit longer."

You theatrically groan. "You're awful clingy today."

Her hands immediately drop back to her sides. "Oh- I'm sorry…I thought-"

"I'm kidding." You cut her off with a kiss. "Don't worry, princess. I like it."

You never want her to doubt it. But sometimes your quick tongue gets the best of you. She places her hands on top of yours that lie on her jaw. Her eyes flicker between yours. You look at her attentively.

"Truth?"

You nod. "Truth."

"Let me tell you something true too. You make me feel all fluttery inside." She admits, placing your hand on her chest. "I never experienced that before…I thought it was a lie when people said that they get butterflies around the become they l-...like."

She's so sweet. Her words light up a spark within you. The same sensation that she is describing. Wanda presses her lips together.

You hum. "You like me?"

She rolls her eyes. "Isn't that obvious?"

"It is…I just want to hear you say it." You say quietly. "Hearing it will show me that this isn't just a perfect little dream."

"Okay." She grabs your face - rather aggressively- and places a kiss on your forehead. "I-"

The ends of her hair tickle your skin. You laugh, bright and bubbly. A sound that reminds you of childhood and pure happiness. She makes you happy. It's maddening.

"Like-" Wanda grins, placing another kiss on each of your cheeks. "You-"

"Very-" Her voice is breathy, sending shivers down your spine. She presses one last kiss on your mouth. "Much."

You giggle. "That's more like it."

"Do you still believe that this is a dream?" Wanda asks, trailing her fingertips over your jawline and down your neck. "Or do I need to continue, darling?"

"Let me think…You? Forever." You hum, catching the glint in her emerald eyes. "This? Not any more thanks to you."

She laughs, throwing her head back. "What a charmer you are."

"Only for you."

Wanda tilts her head. "I sure hope so. You'd be insane if you do it for anyone else."

You pull her closer, letting her taste your breath as your lips are only inches away from her mouth. "Exactly…I'm just insane for you, my little witch."

She pushes you away, glaring at you with burning eyes that feel hotter than the sun rays falling into the room between the curtains. "Oh, don't you dare start with that nickname."

If you wouldn't be so used to her stares already you'd burn yourself. Nevertheless, this feels like dipping a careful finger into a hot pot. Wanda might be older but she looks more like a small lizard than a roaring dragon.

"I'm sorry, sorry. I'll take it back." You reassure her, hiding a mischievous grin tugging on the corner of your lips. "You're my sweet, darling princess. I remember now. You're also far too pretty to be an old, ugly witch hiding in the depths of the woods."

"You're not making it better."

"Let me show you." You start kissing her face, moving down her jawline up to her earlobe. "Being in the presence of you makes it hard to think and get proper sentences out."

Carefully, you turn her around until her back is facing you. Wanda leans her body against the side of the couch, relaxing deeply as your experienced hands rub the tension out of her muscles. You move your hands over her shoulder blades. Pressing your thumbs deeper into her muscles, you earn a quiet groan from her. Her head rolls to the side as you press a gentle kiss on the newly exposed skin. Pulling the fabric of the sweater down her shoulder, you paint every inch of her with butterfly kisses.

Butterfly. Kisses.

Your furrow your brows, coming across something on her flesh that isn't a red mark. "I didn't notice this last night."

Faint lines. You run your thumb over the small tattoo. The wings are curved over her skin, only covering an inch of her beautiful body. Maybe you didn't notice it because it's so inconspicuous.

"It's pretty."

"Really? I got it on my eighteenth birthday…my brother and I sneaked out of our family home, taking the last bus to the city center."

"Your brother?" You ask.

She hums. "Pietro…my twin brother."

"I didn't know you were a twin." You whisper, glinting eyes moving to her red mane. "Does he have red hair like you?"

"He's a brunette. Even though he currently has a phase where he likes to paint it every possible color to damage his hair until it falls off." She laughs, rolling her eyes at the simple thought of her twin brother. "He's in his thirties and runs around with silver hair."

"He sounds like a very funny guy."

"He really is…You'd love him. And he'd probably love you too." Wanda trails off, looking out of the window. "He's a charmer just like you."

"Aw, don't get jealous. I'd never like your brother more than you. He doesn't have something that you have."

"And what would that be?"

A beat later, you say, "A pretty smile."

But the pause was too long.

Wanda turns around. "You wanted to say something else."

"Noo…not at all."

"Y/n."

"Wanda." You say in the same tone of voice.

She doesn't let loose. "Say it."

You shake your head, biting down on your tongue. "I don't think you'd like what you hear."

"Is it what I think it is?" She asks.

"It depends…What are you thinking about?"

Her eyes narrow.

She hits you on the shoulder. "You only like me because of that?!"

"No, no…I like you because of a lot of other reasons." You try to breathe evenly but her adorable fists pounding down on your chest makes it hard to breathe with all the laughter echoing through the room. "For instance, I like your obsession with tea and your concern about my caffeine addiction."

She stops her movements, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Go on."

"I like your love for animals. Even the smallest and slimy ones." The image of the frog appears before your eyes. "I can't understand it but I appreciate it."

"Every animal is adorable."

"Okay, Aurora." You tease, poking a finger into her shoulder. "With every day you prove to me that you truly earn yourself that nickname. The day you'll talk to animals is the day that I'll write a book about you."

Wanda hums, closing her eyes as your fingertips trace over the lines of the butterfly. "That would be a really special gift."

"Does it have a special meaning to you?" You ask after a few seconds, awaiting her answer. "It's okay if you don't want to te-"

"Change." She answers in a heartbeat. "I- I craved to be free and independent…having a life on my own instead of the constant fear of judgment."

You want to wash the sad expression off her face. It hurts to see her this way. Intertwining your fingers, you softly pull her back to reality. She blinks. Then she smiles again. Your heart relaxes again. You sit up a bit straighter.

"My turn."

A look of puzzlement crosses her face. "You have one too?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Where?"

You grin. Wanda lets go of your hands as you move them up your face. Her eyes hang on you the whole time without blinking. You pull down your bottom lip. Wanda's eyes get wide. This is exactly the reaction you longed for.

Wanda shakes her head, not believing it even though the word is clearly written on your skin. "You're joking."

The faint lines of the tattoo are barely visible anymore, fading away over time. A friend of yours owned a tattoo machine and as reckless as you were as a teen you willingly played the guinea pig for her. You probably won't tell the redhead that you had a crush on her during that time.

"Princess?"

You release your lip again. "I just had a little obsession with princesses as a child…never the prince in shining armor. Thankfully, it's not a spot that's easily visible."

"I can see that." Wanda places her hand on your jaw, leaning her head from side to side. "Is that the reason why you like to call me princess?"

"Yeah…next to the fact that you most definitely talk to animals and keep it secret from me."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda fanfic #wanda mcu #wandamaximoff #marvel #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff

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biscutlovingbitch · 6 months

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A strange request

Eddie munson blurb

Fem!Reader x Eddie!munson

"Hey Ed's I got a question but I dont want to be weird?" You say from your seat on the ground. "I've seen some pretty weird shit hanging out with Dustin I don't think your gona scare me off anytime soon sweetheart" he says smirking looking up from his guitar for the first time tonight. "Okay well... can I see your tattoos?" You say trying to hide from the sudden embarrassment. "Yeah I don't see why not, that wasn't a weird question at all" he says taking his guitar strap off and laying hit guitar on the bed. He takes off his shirt and looks at you flexing a little bit. "Wow I knew you had some ink but I didn't know you had that much" you say awkwardly laughing a little to try and help the embarrassment. "Yeah I guess I do got a lot don't I?" He says looking down at his exposed chest and stomach. "So sweetheart if you don't mind me asking, why did you want to see them thinking about getting one?" He says looking back up at you. So entranced by his body you don't even realize what he's saying till he taps your arm. "W-what?" You say jumping a little at the sudden contact. "You thinking about getting a tattoo?" He says again smiling and chuckling a little bit at your reaction. "N-no why do you think I would want a tattoo?" You say eyes locked onto his body again. "Well I dono why would you ask to see someone's tattoos if you didn't want one?" He says looking at you and cocking an eyebrow as he leans back on his elbows. "Well i-i had a dream the other day and, well I wanted to ask something different... but I chickened out" you say looking down at your feet and messing with your hands. "Hey sweetheart look at me, I'm sure it wasn't going to be that bad?" He says grabbing one of your hands and looking into your eyes. "Okay just promise me that you won't laugh or think im weird?" You say taking a deep breath. "Pinkey promise" he says holding up his Pinkey. "Okay... can I lick your tattoos?" You say but it's too quick for him to decipher. "I'm sorry what was that sweetheart can you say it a little louder?" He says putting his hand up to his ear. "CAN I LICK YOUR TATTOOS? You shout a little. "I-i sure...?" He says as his face turns red. "Oh god you probably think im weird or something, just forget about it!" You say putting your hands over your eyes and pacing back and fourth in his cramped bedroom. "No no I promise I don't think your weird it just caught me off guard a little that's all" he says as he stands up and puts his hands over yours to move them. "A-are your sure? I mean it will be kind of weird" you say looking at him. "Never been more sure in my life princess" he says smiling and moving back to lay on the bed.

"A-alright then I guess here goes nothing" you say as you lean over him, tounge starting to peak out. "Tell me if this is weird and I'll stop" you say before you start. "Okay" he says staring up at the ceiling, not because he didn't want to look at you but because he was trying to ignore the newly forming hard on he was sure to sport. You start to lick a stripe up from his happy trail to his chest. "O-oh god" he says as he grips the sheets. "Is something wrong do I need to stop?" You say starting to panic. "No! Please don't" he says in a hurry, he likes it? You keep going making sure to take extra time swirling your tounge over his ink then acrost anywhere you could. As you started to go lower you noticed something poking your stomach. This was going to be a long night for the both of you.

#stranger things smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson fluff

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thisbelongsto-nohbodys · 1 year

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I've been meaning to do some more stuff with Mr and Mrs Wu/Waybright but couldn't find time to do a full comic so I did some sketchdumps of them and their daughters post-canon, in-between the finale and the 10-year timeskip. Not all designs are 100%.

Wu: 1. Mr Wu wanting to learn more about his daughter after she returned from Amphibia had...consequences... 2. Mrs Wu tried so hard to get Marcy to forget Sashanne but those early days were awkward. 3.Mayor Wu of Hopkinton, Massachusetts. 4. Mrs. Wu distain for Sashanne persisted for a long time. 5. Mayor Wu meeting Mayor McGee is always a fun idea. 6. Mr Wu also deciding to take time for his daughter no matter how busy he was (to a point). 7. Headcanon that Mrs Wu taught Marcy to use coverup for her face scar, both to make her face back to before Amphibia but also so ppl won't ask how she got it.

Waybright: 1. Sasha and her step-siblings (?) from her mom's long-time boyfriend who already had kids, is likely why Sasha didn't like Sprig for the longest time, she knew how annoying siblings are. They know about Sasha's crush on Anne and tease her endlessly 2. It took a while for Sasha to get rid of all of her hidden daggers. 3. Mrs Waybright's love of Sasha's sphinx cat is such a funny idea to me. 4. We can probably also assume that Sasha has at least 1 half-sibling. 5. Mr Waybright approves of Anne. 6. Sasha will not jeopardize her license for her scumbag dad. 7. Early post-Amphibia talk between Sasha and Mr Waybright about his new wife. 8. Sasha will do something about her scars Mrs Waybright...she'll cover them with tattoos.

(This is also for when I post my comics on DA, I hopefully won't get a bunch of confused comments wondering about certain things that I already explained here or made incorrect quotes about)

#amphibia #my art #sasha waybright #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #sashannarcy #mr and mrs wu #mr and mrs waybright #ink #sketch #sketchdump

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vay99 · 2 years

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Law x reader

Let me show you your heart

Anime/Manga: One Piece

Short side note, I've decided to upload my old ffs on here as well since everyone enjoys reading on different platforms and you guys seem to enjoy what I'm reading :)

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's get started then." you check a last time before starting your tattoo machine.

"How many tattoo plans do you have left?"

"None after this, I don't think I'd have space left anywhere." Law looks down on his body while you finish the first letter on his thumb.

"Neck, waist, ass-"

"What are you suggesting?" taken back by your last idea the captain squints his eyes, earning a chuckle from your end.

"Nothing, only that you've got spaces left, and you're my favorite person to tattoo~"

"How come?"

"That's my secret. But why don't you tell me what's up with the double death tattoo?"

"It's what they call me, surgeon of death, I figured that it'd look nice." he simply explains, not mentioning a deeper meaning behind it. Which you know it has.

"I'll accept that answer, for now."

Law just reacts by rolling his eyes, he's used to your antics since you've put every single tattoo on his body, which created a special bond between the two of you.

It always takes Law some time until he opens up to you during your tattoo sessions. Letting down his walls is something he still struggles with. Even with you. The only person he ever told his story.

"I was always surrounded by death, wanted to die and now... I get to decide who lives and dies. It was painful, it still is but... it's a part of me." he explains himself, right as you finish his first hand.

"So death has two meanings for you." you say as you begin with his other hand. "Once your experiences with death as a child, and second your profession as a Pirate, Doctor Captain."

"Yes."

"Babe you do know that tattoos don't replace therapy, right?" you've been calling up him that for a while now, having the antic to adress others with 'flirty' nicknames. The first time you called him Babe his face froze and a blush took over his cheeks.

"I know." he grunts, turning his head away from you.

"Law, I hope that one day you'll feel so full of life that your past turns into a scar, fully healed. No more hurting, hiding and hatred. You'll learn to love life, one day."

"And you said this doesn't replace therapy..."

"If you'd go to therapy I wouldn't have to sY this, we could plan a tattoo on your ass instead but nooo." Law chuckles at your response, watching you finish the final letter on his pinky. "All done."

Staring at his fresh tattooed knuckles Laws lips curl into a smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." you respond, cleaning the bench and tidying up the place.

On your way to the kitchen you two pass by Penguin, who immediately notices his captains new tattoo.

"I'm the surgeon of the death after all." Law explains him for the third time now.

"And yet you fight to keep every patient alive." Penguin answers.

"Ironic how life can be."

"Don't try to make it sound poetic now, you're exchanging peoples arms with legs all of the time." you join their little conversation.

"Don't forget the hearts." the surgeon chuckles. "What's with that expression?"

"Could you give me my heart so I could draw it?!??"

You've done it, you made Law malfunction like a computer that has too many tabs open. Penguin is startled as well but that's not unusual, especially compared to Law malfunctioning.

"Law? Laaaaw?" moving closer to your captain you poke his cheek.

"Uhm... are you, are you sure about that?" scratching his neck as he comes back to his senses, still taken back by your request.

"Yes, I mean, I won't die so, when else will I get the opportunity to draw my own heart?"

Following your bizarre wish Law takes your heart out of your chest. And definitely not getting distracted by your boobs at all. Nah. Even Penguin is dumbfounded by that.

"Wow, the human body is so fascinating." you express your joy over a technique that Law used to let his opponents freak out. He may have studied every part of the human body but your brain will remain a mystery to the man.

"You're not nervous at all? It's your heart in my hands after all." he voices his confusion.

"If you wanted to crush it you could've done it at any given time, we're in a submarine, there's no escape from you. I've seen Penguin and Sachi try to. I trust you Law." you reassure him, adjusting your view back on your heart.

"Countless times..."

"You never win and yet you guys still try." you pat your friends back before heading towards your room. Which is just a bed, a desk and paper, canvases, paint and brushes all over the place.

Sitting down you immediately start sketching, joining you on a chair Law watches you draw, his favorite thing to do when he wants to feel at ease.

Everyone in your crew believes you're already dating and just keep things really private. But no, Law is just a lovesick man who loves nothing more than spend time with you in comfortable silence.

A couple of days later you've finished your masterpiece, exhausted and happy you waddle over to the kitchen and sink into the big couch. Like becoming one with the soft fabric.

"Here." Bepo places a plate with food in front of you and himself.

"Bepo you're a real darling, thanks."

"You looked exhausted and food always makes me feel better so... sorry."

"You're the sweetest." you say, cheeks full of food already. "Did you drop those food plates off at my place each day?"

"No, the captain did."

You stop in your tracks. Law did what?

"Bepo? Are you sure that was Law?"

"Yes, you didn't notice because you were too hyperfocused."

"He gave me bread. He hates bread." you blink at the polar bear next to you.

"But you love bread."

"Exactly!!!!!" finishing your plate you immediately head of to find Law. You wanted to confess for a while now but you never knew if he l o v e d you or just enjoyed having you around him. But this? Law getting near bread? Voluntarily? That speaks volumes.

The second you find him he begins to talk, not giving you any time to react.

"You trusted me with your heart, now I'll trust you with mine." he casually pulls his heart out off his chest, handing it to you. "You once said that two hearts together look like the hearts people draw... if you want to you could draw ours together..." getting quite at the end of the sentence he bites his lip, unsure which words to use.

"Draw them as they belong you mean?"

Agreeing with a nod Law hides his face behind his hat, face redder than Buggys nose.

"This is the best painting request ever!"

Forgetting what you wanted to do not even minute ago you sprint into your room, carrying Laws heart with you.

Pulling out the painting you made of your own heart, where Law gladly assisted threw pulling your heart out of your rib cage, you begin to sketch your hearts together as one. Which took you one more week.

And yes Law brought you bread during that time as well.

"How do you like it?" exhausted, but happy you present your latest creation.

"It's greater than any word I could use to describe it Can I have it?"

"Of course, it was your request after all." you smile as you hand him the painting.

"This will go right above my desk." his lips curl into a heartwarming smile, a smile so gentle which you've never seen it of him before.

"This is my favorite smile of yours. Maybe you'll assist me next time threw being my model."

"Anything for you." he answers mindless, still absorbed by the canvas in front of him. And that's when you remember.

"Guess I'll start dropping by your office from now on, not to brag but this is an amazing painting." you take a few steps towards him.

"Just like the artist."

"Only because I had a great assistant." you chuckle, gently cupping his cheeks.

"Being your assistant sounds like much better job than captain and doctor." Law sighs, loosely wrapping his arms around your hips, continuingly looking up to you.

"You know you can drop by anytime when they're being too noisy. And be my model of course."

"What kind of modeling are we talking about." He raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips.

"I wanna paint you as I see you, a gentle soul, who cares for others more than himself. A gorgeous smile that will steal everyone's heart, because that's what you did with mine." you brush over his lips with your thumb. "But to be able to capture your lips right I need to get a better look at them."

"My lips are all yours." closing his eyes he pulls you onto his lap. You close the gap between your lips, feeling like your hearts have now become one for real. You still taste the salty rice balls he had for lunch, this would be everything you could think about from now on when you see rice balls.

*A few days later, on deck*

The submarine has submerged from the sea, landing on a tropical island. Law stands by the reling and watches the sun set.

"No better view than the sun set over the ocean, no better smell than the salty air." you smile, enjoying the wind that plays with your locks.

"(y/n), when you said you want me to love life, to let my wounds heal I thought it was impossible. But now, right here, with you, I start to understand what you mean. Thank you, for everything you've done for me."

"You've helped me heal as well Law, when you're with the right person you will heal each other, it comes naturally." leaning your head against his shoulder you keep gazing at the sun, disappearing behind the horizon.

#One piece #One piece x reader #Law x reader #Trafalgar law x reader #Trafalgar law fluff #Law fluff #one piece imagine #Someone hug this man please he needs it #one piece fluff #law fluff #trafalgar law fluff

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saucyjothoughts · 2 months

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Festival sex with Jan was my umazane misli request, and I love you too. Because YAAAAAY ADDGSSTHDFH🥵🥵 that was amazing and cute and hot and so much more than I had hoped for. My heart started beating faster when I saw my request on your Tumblr and I've read it at least 7 times by now. I looooooove it.

Thank you so much! Thank you thank you thank you ❤️ The whole festival atmosphere was spot on. In my mind it never was a just-for-once-hookup and I love it that you made them actually exchange numbers. Real numbers. They will definately hook up again on the second night, won't they? The festival weekend is far from over. So if you're up for a sequel..😇

Festival Sex with Jan - Part Two

(part one here)

(nsfw under the cut)

You can still feel him on your mouth when you get back to your tent. You’re a little tender between the legs and you smell of him and he’s left marks on your neck and your friends immediately quiz you about where you’ve been. Annoying, but also kinda good for your ego.

The second day of the festival goes much like the first. Except this time, you’re checking your phone a little more frequently. Because once wasn’t enough. The sun is hot and so are you, and you’re thinking about how his body felt against yours, how his cock pulsed in your hand, how good his tongue felt against your clit. It's another day of rushing between stages and singing until your lungs are raw and indulging in greasy food and feeling your skin burn under the summer sun and meeting people with cool styles but no one grabs your interest for too long because none of them are him.

When his message finally comes through, you forget all about the next band.

Jan Nosering Festivalfuck: “Can still taste you x”

Something deep in your gut quivers. He tells you that his tent buddy suffered an injury that meant he had to leave the festival early, so he has room if you want to 'hang out' later.

It’s already dark when he meets you at the agreed place and walks you back to his tent, leading you by the hand. So it wasn’t just the beer goggles yesterday – he really is as cute as you remember. You’d missed his voice and that little smile. He sneaks you inside when the coast is clear, zipping it up behind you. It smells of grass and his dirty clothes and cologne and there’s just enough room for you to stretch out and get comfortable before he’s touching the side of your face, asking about your day. You tell him about which bands you saw while he’s running his palm over the curve of your hips and about those amazing cinnamon churros while he’s tracing his fingers along your thigh and about your friend getting one of her shoes stuck in a tree while he’s flicking gently at the spot where your nipple pokes against your top. All the while he’s listening, asking you questions, telling his own stories, and you begin to realise you might actually like him. He’s nice, he’s funny, and you need him in your mouth right now. You don't even know how badly he's been craving you all day and how greedy his body is with you finally right there under his touch.

He cranes his head back for you to devour that milky-sweet neck and this time you’re in no rush, this time the whole night is yours if you want it. The grounds are loud but his tent is a bubble and before you know it, you’ve taken his shirt off and let him remove yours and the air is steamy, heavy with tipsy-tired breath and the need for relief after a long, restless day. It’s almost too warm to be this close to him but his bare chest against yours feels so good, even though you’re both sweaty and breathless, every touch almost unbearably intense.

He’s exploring your tattoos with his gaze, his fingertips, his mouth - logging every inch of you to his memory to keep him satisfied for long after the festival is over - while you fumble out of the rest of your clothes and you can’t get over being able to see all of him, to feel him everywhere. You wonder what his job must be to have these rough but oh so delicate hands, this lithe muscle (he mentioned something about playing guitar but half the people at this festival do - he probably isn't even good) but now isn't the time for such personal questions. He has just the perfect amount of body hair across his chest and down his abs and under his navel and… how did you get down here? He shifts a knee and if you’d looked up you’d have seen him biting the back of his wrist, but your attention is squarely on the cock that gave you so much pleasure last night. The tent isn't big enough for this to be comfortable but you don't care, crouching over to take his erection in your hand and kiss at his balls as he groans in encouragement, trying to keep himself quiet. His musk fills your lungs and his body tenses in anticipation of your mouth and when you do finally take mercy on him and press your kiss against his cock, he hisses an inhale through his teeth and bucks his hips up against you. He's been dreaming of your lips all day; against his own or around his dick. Those lips, too.

You suck him leisurely, all spit and salt, cock jumping in your mouth and the taste of precum on your tongue, balls tightening until he reaches down to lift your chin.

“I need to fuck you.” His voice is delicious.

He flips you over in the cramped, sweaty little tent and tastes himself on your mouth unapologetically. On your back, he kneels between your legs and takes a moment to drink in the sight of you while he dresses his erection and then all at once he’s on top of you, as close as anyone has ever been. He explores you with his fingers first, slippery and skillful, and then it’s his cock pushing into you as you wrap one leg around his waist and he holds it for you there, rocking his hips deep into you. It’s intense and filthy, an indulgent little luxury in the liminal space of this festival, of this tent. His hair is wet with sweat - as is yours - and a bead of it drips from his brow onto your cheek which he hastily follows with his mouth, lapping it back up. He feels so good inside you. You’re eager to let go, to push through into euphoria.

He pauses. You note him hushing his breath and lifting his head, listening. There are new voices outside, close. His friends have returned. His thrusts slow but don’t stop altogether, and you can feel every inch of him as he moves. The feeling provokes an involuntary whine from your lips and Jan Nosering FestivalFuck slowly places a hand over your mouth, begging your silence. His hand is big and rough over your face and he uses just enough pressure to push the back of your head into the ground. There's naughtiness in his dark eyes, wickedness in his smile. In a playful moment, you push your tongue out to lick at his palm and he just about melts above you.

You hear voices call his name and after letting you suck on his fingers for a second, he reaches to pull a sheet over you both, covering your nakedness. Just in case anyone tries to open the tent. A part of you hopes they do.

You want to make this worse, to make it harder for him to keep his cool. You slip a hand between your hot bodies to touch yourself while he’s inside you, his cock leaping in you when he realises what you're doing. Watching him drunk on you, losing more and more control, it doesn't take long for your orgasm to hit. With the way your wet pussy clenches around his cock and how your pleasure shudders through your voice and makes you cling onto him so tightly, he's coming hard in you while you're still high. He continues slamming himself wetly into you for a long time after your peak is passed and you free fall together through the ecstasy of this intimate moment, landing softly on each other.

Afterwards, sweaty and sensitive, he continues touching you, cuddling you, your body quivering in residual pleasure. The whole tent reeks of sex and you never want to leave.

But you'll have to.

You're heading home tomorrow. You’ll never see Jan Nosering FestivalFuck again. You wonder if you'll message him anyway (maybe share some naughty pics) but it'll be pointless in the long-term. After the summer you’re moving all the way to Ljubljana to study pure mathematics at the university. Maybe you’ll find someone there to take your mind off him.

#umazane misli #jan peteh #hookup!jan #hookup!boo

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Vaggie walks in on Lucius and Charlie in a rather odd situation, and soon finds herself involved. Only to eventually take over. (A certain pic by Alymccart inspired this piece xD) ----- Lucius: Charlie, it needs to be done. Charlie: I don't want too. Lucius: Charlie please don't fight me on this, the less you do the quicker it will be done. Charlie: I will do literally anything else. Lucius: Fine, looks like we're doing this the hard way.. Again. Charlie: Nope, come on don't, Lucius do not! --- Vaggie: Hey Charlie have you seen-.. What the fuck are you two doing. Charlie: Ugh.. Hey Vaggie. Lucius: Can you go, you're going to distract her and me. Vaggie: Why are you sitting on her. Lucius: It's the only way I can trim these damn hooves. She squirms, and last time she kicked me in the face. Charlie: I said I was sorry! Vaggie: So you have to do this how often? Lucius: Every six to eight weeks. Vaggie: What happens if you don't. Lucius: It hurts to walk if they're not trimmed. Which is why you need I need to do this Charlie, so stop squirming! Charlie: You're heavy! Lucius: I am not!, if you sat still I wouldn't have to do this at all. Vaggie: You realize having her like that only stresses her out more right, she can't see what you're doing. Trust or not it's unnerving when you can't see what they're doing. Lucius: *Glares* Are you seriously telling me how to do this. Vaggie: No, I just think- Lucius: Yeah well I didn't ask you to think, let alone open your big mouth. Charlie: Lucius.. Vaggie: I'm not trying to argue, all I'm saying is that the reason she could be freaking out more is that she can't see what you're doing. Lucius: Look, when I want a freeloaders opinion, I'll ask you okay. Charlie: Lucius. Vaggie: I am not a freeloader. Lucius: Oh really, than what have you done for us. Vaggie: I've been helping Charl- Lucius: I've been helping Charlie. What you do isn't even half the shit I do. Vaggie: Oh like trimming some hooves is that hard. Lucius: Excuse me, the fuck you just say. Charlie: Uh you guys? Vaggie: The only reason you're having trouble is cause "you're stressing her out." Lucius: *Growls* Alright you wanna talk big bitch. Charlie: Lucius! Lucius: You think this shit is so easy. *tosses the trimmers.* Then be my guest. Enjoy, I hope she kicks you so hard you forget who you are! Vaggie: Wha-what? Lucius: You wanna talk big your turn to put your money where your mouth is good luck to you. *He gets up and walks out* Vaggie: ..Uh Charlie: You don't have too, he'll eventually come back and fini- Vaggie: No it's fine, I don't mind. Besides how hard could it be. Charlie: Yeah... * Charlie: I am so so sorry. Vaggie: It's okay, it was an accident. Lucius: So you actually got it done, nice tattoo on your big ass forehead. Charlie: Lucius don't be mean. Vaggie: *Huffs* I'll keep doing it. It wasn't that hard. Don't know why you complained so much. Lucius: ..Fine consider it your job now. Charlie: You two are very stubborn. You really don't have to keep doing it- Vaggie: No, it's fine. We just have to find a way where you won't kick and it won't freak you out so much. That's all, I really don't mind.. Charlie: Thanks Vaggie..

#hazbin hotel #hotel hazbin #hazbin hotel fandom #fan character #fan oc #charlie x vaggie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie hazbin hotel #vaggie x charlie #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #Hoof trimming #charlie

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amiharana · 1 year

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revalink flower shop x tattoo shop omgg... who runs which shop how do they meet are they competitive with their businesses do they give each other cute things from their shops 👁

god it would work either way, but ultimately i think link would own the tattoo shop and revali would own the flower shop. i only decided it because revali seems like the type to have to do multiple sessions for the tiniest tattoo because his pain tolerance is low for tattoos LMAO bro is sitting there like "it doesn't hurt i swear" meanwhile his face is red and he's sucking in his lips trying not to burst into tears ready to shit his pants, but the needle hasn't even touched his skin yet ✋😭

this au could go in a couple different ways: (1) link and revali hate each other and fight all the time about being the better store (boring!), (2) there's no rivalry and link and revali are mutually interested in each other (better, but a bit ooc i feel), or (3) link moves in and becomes more and more curious as he catches glimpses of his (((attractive))) store-neighbor while secretly hopeless romantic revali is grumpy and annoyed about how off-putting a tattoo shop will look next to his flower shop and there's a very mild one-sided rivalry mentality on his end, but as link tries to get to know revali better, revali thinks, perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. you already know what i'm about to write about rn lmfao.

revali's flower shop "the meadow" has been open on tabantha street for a couple years now. he thinks of himself as a very good florist, probably the best in the entire city of hyrule, and he's actually won a couple floral design competitions??? revali inherited the shop from his parents after they passed and he gets fairly good business, especially because everyone who lives on this street are hopeless romantics who are always buying bouquets for dates or to bring home to their spouses. revali will roll his eyes and scoff lightheartedly to his customers about how mushy it all is (but inside, he wants the same for himself; to go home to someone he loves with a bouquet of flowers. revali wonders sometimes, when he watches customers leave with red roses in hand, if he was meant to ever find love. he looks over at the vase of forget-me-nots on the counter; perhaps, one day).

the retail space next to revali's shop has been empty for a couple years and revali is thinking about expanding into the space when suddenly, the space gets rented out and in moves some blond twink with a fully tatted up arm with his dumb little tattoo shop called "master ink zero" or some shit. revali comes in to work one day only for there to be construction going on in the empty space he's been eyeing for a while, and that cute blond twink is standing in front of it talking to one of the workers. what the fuck. all this construction noise is going to scare revali's soft-hearted hopeless romantic customers away! the blond notices him and holds a hand up to wave a little, but revali just glares and turns away to unlock the door to his shop. he could really let that kid have it, but he holds his tongue because he needs to open the store. (he is kind of cute though... stop it, bad revali!)

the day continues as smoothly as it can with construction noise muffled through one of the shop's walls giving revali a migraine. fortunately, his regulars still come but unfortunately, every single one of them comments on the construction.

"you're going to get a new neighbor!" amali says as revali rings up the regular bouquet for her husband kass. "how exciting! you won't be lonely anymore."

"what a curious mix," muses saki when she enters the shop. "a flower shop and a tattoo parlor next to each other. you know, my teba and i are quite the opposites ourselves and they say opposites attract, so—" and revali flushes, squawking and ushering her out. she only laughs at him and bids him well.

the moment his friend urbosa steps into the store to visit, revali knows that she knows and immediately regrets his entire life. "have you proposed marriage to him yet?" she asks, smirking and sits on the counter.

"get off of my counter, i just wiped that down," revali snipes at her, frowning. "whatever do you mean, propose?"

"to blondie next door," she says, cocking her head to the side towards the construction. revali rolls his eyes but she continues. "he's your type down to a T."

"and he's going to scare off my customers," he replies and returns to spraying his vase of forget-me-nots. "i could care less whether or not he's my type."

urbosa hums. "well he's cute and he seems like a nice kid." suddenly, her gaze shifts into something more serious and revali's shoulders tense. "revali... forgive me if i overstep, but i know you've been alone for a while. you've been running this shop for years, working nonstop. i don't think you've ever had a moment to yourself. it might be nice to take a leap of faith on this one, you know?"

revali reverts his attention back to the forget-me-nots and doesn't say anything else, touching the petals with gentle fingers. urbosa sighs. "just consider it, okay? i care about you and i want you to be happy."

"i know," he murmurs. "i know. i'll think about it. only because you asked me to, though. not because he's my type." urbosa smiles and punches his shoulder lightly, to which revali wrinkles his nose at her. he'll think about it.

somehow, the tattoo shop finishes construction in the next week (that bolson construction company sure is efficient...) and opens. revali should probably go over to congratulate his new neighbor with a bouquet of daffodils and white carnations, but he's already glared them down the first time he saw them. with an oddly uncomfortable feeling in his chest, he keeps to himself in his little flower shop, tending to his vase of forget-me-nots and all his other flowers.

(but just because revali doesn't want to visit doesn't mean that link won't 👁️)

the soft chime of a bell alerts revali that a customer has stepped into the store. "welcome to the meadow," he starts, looking up from his computer to the door, "what can i help you with—?" and the rest of his words are stuck in his throat. there, in the threshold of his store, is the blond twink with the fully tatted arm staring at revali with wide, bright blue eyes.

revali never actually got a good look at him when they saw each other the first time. the blond is wearing a loose green tank top, black leather jeans, and combat boots, and his tatted arm is fully on display, swirling with deliberate strokes of ink. he's quite toned and lean, now that revali has gotten a closer look. definitely not his type. he's not!

"hi," the blond says, his voice as soft as the doorbell. "i'm link. i'm the... owner of the tattoo shop next door." he's got freckles, revali thinks faintly before he can actually process any other words.

"really? i wouldn't have ever known with your entire arm covered in tattoos," he says instead. "perhaps you were actually a receptionist or a dog walker who stumbled upon my humble shop." revali cringes internally after the words leave his mouth; he didn't mean to come off that rude for their first proper interaction. he just wanted to be a little rude.

but link only smiles at him, small but genuine, and a feeling grows in revali's chest that he can't quite name. "i'm not sure i'd be very good at either of those things," he says and steps a little closer to the counter, hands in his pockets.

"and who's to say you're any good at tattooing either?" revali mutters, and he doesn't mean for link to actually hear it, but he does, much to revali's chagrin.

link cocks his head, still smiling. "you could come by and find out," he says, and revali blinks at him. they maintain each other's gaze for a couple moments, link's eyes bright and wide, until revali finally tears his gaze away back to his computer. he can't read a single word on the screen.

"revali," he says instead, still keeping his eyes on the screen. it's almost feels difficult to get the words out. "my name is revali."

"hi revali," link says, leaning against the counter now. "it's nice to meet you." then, he glances up at the clock mounted above revali's head. "i have to get back now, i just wanted to properly introduce myself to you now that we'll be working next door to each other. i hope to see you around." with that, link stands up, bows his head a little, and gives revali another smile before leaving.

(and if revali stared after him and the way those leather jeans hugged his figure quite nicely, no he didn't.)

and that's how it starts 😳 at first i considered having link also keep to his own shop at first, but i don't think that does his "character" justice in the game. if you consider us as players to be equivalent to botw link's character (i.e. how we maneuver link in-game, what dialogue options we choose, etc), then link has this natural curiosity about the world around him and wants to explore and talk to new people. so of COURSE if he sees that his neighbor is hot, he's going to want to come over and say hiiiii *twirls his hair*

revalink shenanigans ensue <3 in the beginning, link would randomly drop by during the week for a minute or two, to say hi and make small talk with revali and at first, revali wouldn't say much eyeing the blond. but his short responses and cold demeanor don't deter link; it seems to spur him on, the blond smiling brightly at him with every greeting and with every goodbye.

one day, link comes in and after he says hello, he starts walking around the store looking at the flowers like he's a customer. revali blinks and watches link walk around, dumbfounded.

"what are you doing?" revali says.

"looking at the flowers," link says. he gently touches the edges of the flowers' petals as he moves between the aisles, the same way that revali treats the flowers. "i want to put some on our reception desk. i think it would look really nice." he stops before a cluster of sunflowers and then looks at revali. "can i get some of these?"

revali faintly notes how well link resembles the bright flowers, before scoffing. "if you're going to get flowers to greet your customers, you might as well put some effort into it!" he snips, crossing his arms. "sunflowers are a good choice, but sunflowers only are bland. here, if you were to add some of these—"

he ends up walking link around the entire adding flowers to the ones in link's hand and talking about the different meanings and nuances of flowers, until the arrangement has become a bouquet of sunflowers, gladiolus flowers, jasmine flowers, and calendulas, surrounded by a bunch of little white chamomiles.

"there," revali says, putting his hands on his hips and puffing up proudly. "now that is a bouquet worthy to greet customers."

"it's very beautiful," link comments. he gazes at the bouquet and touches the flowers with those ever so gentle fingers skirting the edges of the petals. "thank you for helping me put it together. how much does it cost?"

and that stops revali in his tracks, his hands dropping to his sides. he totally forgot that link wanted to get flowers for his own store and came here acting like a customer. "yes, the matter of payment," revali starts, blinking and brain scrambling, "well, then, just think of it as a welcoming gift."

"a welcoming gift?" link echoes, cocking his head at revali with those wide blue eyes.

"yes!" revali says, his face beginning to flush. "because your store is still brand new and i hadn't welcomed you properly either..." revali looks away, feeling his cheeks burn. "it's the least i can do..."

when he looks back at link, that familiar smile has returned to his face, eyes sparkling. "thank you, revali," link says, voice soft. "that's really nice of you." and revali's heart flutters.

"well, of course!" he stammers, willing his face not to burn brighter than it already is. "you're fortunate enough to be neighbors with me, the kindest, most benevolent, and gentlemanly florist in all of hyrule." link smiles brighter at him, holding the flowers to his chest and revali looks away, the pounding in his heart so intense he wonders if it will punch through his ribcage out onto the floor.

link starts coming in on mondays and wednesdays during his lunch break just to talk to revali, and gets him to talk more about the meanings of the flowers and the nuances of different colors, the best way to arrange flowers, etc., link happily listening along. it takes some time for revali to get used to, the sound of their voices filling the usually quiet shop for that sacred half hour but once it's set into place, revali looks forward to it every week (though he'll never admit it out loud).

"don't you eat during a lunch break?" revali comments once, after finishing a spiel about invasive flowers to never plant. link hums questioningly at him. "it's a lunch break. aren't you hungry?"

"oh," link says. "i guess?" and right on cue, a rumble comes from the blond's stomach and he looks up at revali with a sheepish smile. "ahah... i got so caught up talking to you i forgot i had to eat."

revali rolls his eyes, then sighs looking up at the clock. "we still have 20 minutes," he says. "come on, let's go to the cafe."

"cafe?" link repeats, as revali grabs his phone, wallet, and keys. "there's a cafe here?"

"had you paid much more attention to anywhere else but me, you'd have known," revali says, but link still stares at him with his head tilted, waiting for an answer. "one of my regulars, amali, runs the 'birdbath' cafe just down the street. she has an assortment of meals for you to choose from, you can just get one to-go."

they enter the cafe and amali starts greeting them until she realizes it's revali and then realizes it's revali with a guest and she's like IS THIS YOUR NEW NEIGHBOR??? and he's reservedly like Yeah... and now amali is fussing all over link and asking him about how he's settling in, is everything going okay, is revali nice to you, you can come in anytime you'd like! revali is like Pls....... we have 15 minutes until link has to go back to work just give him food girl

link is very excited about the entire menu because everything looks really good. "i'll have to come back here to try everything!" he tells amali and she's ecstatic. "i'm telling you, come back anytime! you're always welcome here," she says warmly.

and when link gets ready to pay, revali brushes him aside and offers his card to amali. amali gives revali a knowing look and accepts the card, but link looks up at him confused. "you don't have to..." he starts.

"i'll pay for you this time," revali mutters, averting his eyes. "i'm the one who dragged you out here after all." and link stares with those huge blue eyes.

"thank you," he says softly. "you're so kind, revali."

"that's our revali!" amali chuckles, handing revali his card back. "he might seem like all high and mighty, but he's really just a softie inside. why do you think he runs a flower shop?"

"amali!" revali gripes, flushing. "please just get link his food." he glances back at link, who's still gazing at him with an expression that revali doesn't know how to read. he looks at revali so softly, so tenderly, and... fond. revali swallows and adjusts his collar. is it hot in here or is it just him?

god this post is already so long but there is so much potential for so many revalink shenanigans in this au 🥺

link coming to get bouquets every week for his own store and learning how to make bouquets with revali

link showing revali his portfolio of tattoos and offering to give revali a tattoo for a discounted price only for revali to decline and link gets sad, until revali quickly says that he's scared of needles and link is like ohhh (but he's still kind of disappointed because he likes the idea of tattooing revali)

link secretly sketching and designing tattoos in his off-time that he think would look really beautiful and fit revali really well. and fantasizing about touching revali's biceps to tattoo him LOL

what if link had a tramp stamp. link with a tattoos on his ribcage and groin. tattoos behind his ear. he shows revali all of these irl in the shop and revali's face is so red he's just like Um. Yes Those Are All Very Nice. Yes. Please Put Your Clothes Back On.

link coming in to buy a bouquet of lilies for zelda and revali goes all tense and upset and is like. is that your gf. and link is like GOD NO that's my twin sister and lilies are her favorite flower and revali relaxes and is like oh. that's nice of you to get her some (but is secretly pleased that link doesn't have a significant other)

urbosa coming to visit the store at a time when link is there on his lunch break, and they get to introduce themselves to each other properly. revali is sitting there sweating the entire time and when link tells urbosa about how he comes here to spend his lunch breaks, urbosa smirks at revali, who's ready to shit himself

(urbosa texting revali later congratulating him on tapping that ass. revali screams at her that he has NOT done that. and she replies with "yet?". he threatens to block her)

everyone else on tabantha street realizing that link and revali are kind of having a Thing™ going on between them. and they all start planning to try to get them together. there's a reason why i have "i won't say i'm in love" from disney's hercules on my revalink playlist because everyone is getting in on Operation: Revalink trying to push revali into asking link out and he's like no nothing is going on between us i swear except he's spends all his breaks and off-time with link, taking him to cafes and paying for everything link orders, sitting in on tattoo sessions because link invites him over, teaching link how to make bouquets... ok so maybe they have something going on, leave me alone saki, i'm not going to ask him out

THIS WILL BE THE LAST SCENARIO I TALK ABOUT bc this post is so damn long now, but i imagine a scene where link asks revali about the vase of flowers on the counter and what kind of flowers they are. revali looks over at the forget-me-nots he's been carefully tending to and inhales, and tells link.

"those are forget-me-nots," revali says, in a voice that's uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable. it makes link sit up, becoming much more attentive to revali's demeanor. "they're perennial hardy flowers that die in the winter but regrow again during the spring. there's an old story about these little ones, where a knight and his lover were walking alongside a river. the knight reached down to pick the flowers that were growing near the river, but his armor was too heavy and he ended up falling in, only to be swept away by the river's current. if you ask me, it's a foolish way to go; why was he wearing such heavy armor anyway? but as he floated away, he threw the flowers he picked to his lover and shouted, 'forget me not!' and the flower was named as such."

revali reaches over to pull the vase closer and places it in between him and link. the flowers are small and delicate little things, a sweet shade of blue with a yellow center. both he and link touch the flowers as they do, with gentle fingers against the edges of the petals.

"these were the flowers that my father offered when he was courting my mother," revali says, gaze faraway. "as you can see, it worked out." he gestures to himself and link smiles. "they're supposed to represent everlasting love, a love so true and strong that it can't be forgotten." he pauses, rubbing a petal in between his fingers before continuing. "i've always wanted to offer a bouquet of these to someone that i love, in the same way my father did for my mother. as sentimental as it is, it's... romantic and meaningful."

"it is," link agrees softly. "whoever you give these flowers to will be very lucky to have someone like you." and revali makes the mistake of looking up to meet link's gaze, because that's where everything about him changes.

when he looks at link, the sun is shining through the windows of the shop, casting a golden glow over the blond. he gazes at revali with those wide blue eyes, the ones that revali has become increasingly enamored with in the time they've spent together, the same color as the forget-me-nots. beautiful, revali thinks and this time he doesn't shy away from the thought because it's true.

then, he takes a flower from the vase and reaches over the counter to slip it behind link's ear, tucking his hair as he goes. link stills, his eyes growing wider and his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink as revali's fingers touch his skin, gentle and featherlight, and for a moment in time, they're the closest they've ever been to each other since they've met. revali could probably count all of the freckles on spread across link's nose and cheeks. in this moment, revali wouldn't mind if they got closer than this. he'd like it a lot, actually.

but he pulls away and sits back down, admiring the way the flower sits prettily behind his ear, contrasting against link's golden hair and tan skin in the sunlight. link is still wide-eyed and pink-faced and it makes revali smile (just a little!). "yes, they'd be very lucky," he murmurs. "blue is definitely your color, by the way. you should wear it more often."

"th-thanks," link whispers, reaching up to touch the flower in his hair. "i'll keep that in mind."

yes, they could be closer than this. revali hopes that one day they could.

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #cryiling #i was thinking about that one post i wrote about 'next door' by amelia moore ft astn while writing this #anyways did you catch the pun for revali's flower shop name lol #“the meadow” = “vah medoh”#on a superficial level the first option of revalink being store rivals makes sense and is pretty in character imo #but i cannot for the life of me not imagine link as quiet and bright-eyed and curious about revali #and revali being grumpy and trying to keep to himself but ultimately falling for how sweet and warm link is #i focused really heavily on the flower shop part of this but i just really love flower language shit #can you try to figure out why i chose certain flowers for things #plot twist: what if this was a hanahaki au #you guys i LOVEEEEE hanahaki aus so bad #i wanna write a revalink hanahaki au and i have a concept of one drafted in my revalink doc teehee #i wanted to include this one in the actual post but it's already too long so #imagine revali giving link a bouquet made of forget me nots + gardenias + sweet williams + snowdrops <3 #crow when you read this YES i was thinking of jungkook and his sexy ass full sleeve of tattoos when i said link had a full sleeve

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