#kind nonnies you’re so nice *sobs*

[chuluoyi]

chu!!! oh my god, i love when you write long stuff so so much !!!! <33333

nonnie!!! aww thank you so much!🥹🫶🏻 honestly writing long takes a lot out of me so knowing you’re excited for it makes me so, soooo happy!!!😭

[sh1-n0bu]

I need to leave my horny thoughts with someone and I chose you to be my victim but like am I the only one who goes absolutely feral over the thought of aftercare. Like I look at characters like scaramouche with the urge to absolute ruin him but like I want to take care of him too. I give him many kisses mwah mwah.

God damn it I'm so fucking gay

♡︎ 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ♡︎

Characters: sub!scaramouche x dom!gn!reader

Warnings: like i always make my reader’s nb so everyone can feel included i do say cock but it can be thought of as a strap on too, hair pulling, crying, a bit of blood, mirror-fucking (kind of), a bit of dumbification, feminization, marking, a bit of a creampie ig???

and as a tradition no proof read, we die like a true horny mfs

Notes: and i will happily be the victim nonnie😌but yeah sameee. i’m more of a gentle dom but i don’t mind being mean sometimes(only with consent tho) and the aftercare would be just me spoiling the shit outta my bbies. also i tried head cannons for this ask. hope u don’t mind nonnie luv😚💓

oh scara scara scara

my favorite lovely brat

rough him up a bit he srsly wouldn’t mind it

mark him all up. the little whore wouldn’t mind showing off who he belongs to and who belongs to him

bite his neck, leave hickeys, bruise him up, and if the hickeys and love marks are starting to disappear, force him down and suck on the same spot

when you force him to sit still on your lap while marking him for long enough the little brat won’t hesitate to start grinding his needy neglected cock on your thighs

and when he feels nice and wants to be babied and spoiled by you, he would wear cute short pastel skirts and crop tops, a lace lingerie of your favorite color and favorite style

would lift up his tiny skirt to show you the see through lacy panties he chose and would ask “do i look pretty, love?”

pls spoil him, he needs it and definitely craves it even though he doesn’t say anything

buy him nice lingerie, accessories to go with it, clothes, spoil him, fuck him how he wants it

when you give him the gifts you got him or show him the tiniest bit of affection like goodbye kisses he just melts

put light make up on him just to watch as everything rolls down his face while his slutty hole gets absolutely wrecked by you

pull on his hair and make him watch himself get fucked stupid on the mirror opposite of your bed that you may or may not have put there purposely just for this reason

poor little scaramouche is so red and embarrassed of how you’re fucking his tiny self so good and deep to the point even a belly bulge is seen

he would whine and sob sooo prettily

“hic f-fuck me… mmoohre! pleashhee… i-i’ll be good hnng-ghh i’ll be shoshosho good! promishee”

and if you wanna leave him completely fucked out to the point he can’t even think of a single plea then press the cute belly bulge

baby boy would start trashing around with eyes blown wide and heart shaped pupils<3

“g-gAAANHHGG NO! NO NO NO! D-DON’T TOUCH ME THE-AAUUNNNGGH♡︎♡︎“

the prettiest crier fr fr😌

mouth open with his tongue lolling out, put your fingers in his mouth and gently pull on his tongue, it makes him cum right then and there on the spot

slowly but deeply fuck him, his eyes would turn into heart pupils real quick with his red eyeliner running down

make him suck your fingers, he has a bit of a hand kink, especially if you’re taller or your hand has some noticeable scars or/and blisters

heavily making out with him while turning his mind into a mushy mess has him whining and sobbing out so freely and loudly

LOUD and i cannot say this enough

would be even louder if you were to gently nibble on his lower lip and accidentally cause it to bleed

keep filling his cute slutty hole until he’s a sobbing mess who can’t even focus his eyes on you with his heart shaped pupils<3

but always be sure to take good care of him afterwards

since he’s short and a puppet i’m pretty sure he doesn’t weigh that much so manhandle him

princess carry your precious boy and have a nice refreshing bath with him, his mushy brain and marked body would enjoy the feeling

and always cuddling and a nice pillow talk where you just praise him and call him your good boy, your sweet prince is a must or else the brat will pout and ignore you in the morning🙄

hold him close to you while you both drift off to sleep

he’d have the cutest, pleased small smile🥹

“hnng - lub you too♡︎” —> his words not mine

[matan4il]

I kind of only ever knew you from your meta posts, but now that im paying closer attention to all your posts (especially you answering asks) i’ve realized you’re an incredible person!!! Not that i thought the opposite before, just WOW i had no idea you were this nice :) keep spreading kindness and joy and good vibes, its greatly appreciated!

Oh, Nonnie! This is so sweet of you to say, I really... It's just TOO kind, I'm sobbing quietly over here. You don't even understand, all I ever want in fandom is to feel like maybe I've managed to help others and do some good, bring some joy to people, and your ask makes me feel like I must have done at least something right. Thank YOU so much, you are just so lovely and I am so deeply grateful for your message. I hope you know what an amazing person YOU are, and I hope I can continue to give back to you for all of your kindness with the stuff I post. And with the hugs I'm gonna continue sending your way non-stop, because your words are going to live rent free in my mind from now on.

Thank you again! And I hope you have a day as beautiful as you are! *hugs on* As always, my ask tag. xoxox

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!

I just wanted to thank you for everything you do. This past weeks have been awfully busy, so your recs help me a lot to get exactly what I want without spending too much time searching for it. It’s always nice to know that even if I have 15 minutes free, I can just come here and choose either something short to read at the moment or my next big read.

You’re amazing!! Sending lots of hugs 🤗🥰

(PS: sorry for any mistakes I may have made, english is not my first language)

Hey Nonny!

OMG this is so sweet! Thank you SO much for your kind words; they mean the world to me. I am sobbing, honestly. I like knowing when my work on this blog is appreciated! <3

Hope you have a great day Nonny! BIG HUGS!!

[i23kazu]

I think you’re super cool and so nice, but i could never find the courage to talk to you. Your design skills are the best and your fics are one of my favorites to read out of all tumblr <3

sobbing. ur too kind nonnie :") hope ure having a great day tysm for this sweet message!!!

[dnvrsmedia]

Hi! Can you write something where caretaker won't pick up whumpee from school (because they're working at home) but it starts to rain, and whumpee walks in dreanched and cold, and caretaker feels super guilty for making them walk home? Thank you!!

I’ll Make the Bad Days Warm

Wanda Maximoff x reader

AN: hi nonnie! ty for the ask :)) it feels good to write smthn other than smut again so i hope you enjoy!

warnings: caregiver!wanda, 100000% sfw though

Finally it was time for you to go home and your stomach was growling— very loudly at that. Your day had just been horrible, so you were very excited to go home. You step outside with out realizing that it was meant to rain. You are about a quarter of the way on your walk home when you hear a loud roar of thunder bellowing from above. Your heart quickly starts to pound as you try and walk faster. Maybe you’ll be able to beat the impending storm that you had no idea about. Yeah, no. Just your luck, it starts to downpour when you’re still about 15 minutes from your shared apartment with Wanda. You give up and start to cry, your whole body getting drenched. You stop under a veranda of a local coffee shop. ‘What if I wait it out in here?’ you wonder to yourself before seeing the big CLOSED sign. You sigh as you pop a squat under the tiny stoop. You wipe your tears and fish your phone out of your pocket. You open up your contacts and immediately call Wanda, searching for some

kind of comfort. You need her right now.

“Hey, detka.” You sigh at the familiar and warm voice that is coming though your speaker.

“Hi um do you think you can come pick me up-“ You’re cut off with a loud sigh coming from Wanda’s end.

“Princess what did I tell you about calling me at work? Hmm? This isn’t an emergency.” She speaks with a stern voice. Tears pour out of you eyes even harder now.

“S-sorry. See you later.” You quickly reply before hanging up on her. She doesn’t like that but that’s a problem for you at another time. You pick yourself up and fully succumb to getting drenched on your way back home. The tears never stop flowing to the point where you are fully sobbing while walking home. You can’t find it in yourself to care anymore. Your laptop is probably water damaged and all of your important papers are wet. All you wanted to do was to go home and be taken care of. You’re not sure you can do that now since Wanda seems upset with you. On top of that, you are already 30 minutes late and Wanda doesn’t like tardiness.

You walk up the three floors to your apartment with a huff and dreadfully unlock the door. As expected, Wanda is standing there with her arms crossed and her world famous head tilt. She goes to question where you were until she realizes that you’re drenched. Before she says a word you break down. You full on sob at the day you’ve had. Wanda, still a bit confused, comforts you and rubs your back.

“Shh honey, it’s okay. You must’ve had a really bad day, huh?” You, still not able to form a sentence as you keep sobbing, nod your head and just melt into her.

“And it doesn’t help that Mommy was being mean, hmm?” Your head whips up to look at Wanda. She has a little smile at her lips as she nods. This is her way of letting you know that it’s okay to slip. You slowly nod and cling to her tighter.

“Really missed you Mommy.” You pout. She caresses your hair and kisses your forehead.

“I missed you too baby. I’m sorry that I took my anger out on you. Work has been tough but that is no excuse to do that. Especially leave your out walking home in a storm. Let Mommy make it up to you. Why don’t we get you out of those wet clothes and into a nice warm bath?” She carries you to the bathroom and doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night.

“I love you, bunny.” She kisses you on the cheek softly before you fall asleep wrapped in her arms, safe from the outside world.

[agerestorybits]

It’s taking forever

Human AU

Agere Roman

CG She/Her mtf Patton. (This is related to the story.)

Roman loved to get swept up in a project. The pure rush of being solely focused on a creative idea and bringing it to life one tiny piece at a time. Slowly seeing his vision come true through bit by bit of work.

However, It had been four days already of him working on this suprise dress for Patton and it still wasn't done! He shot a glare at his broken sewing machine for making this take so long. He would have had this dress done in a day and ready to surprise his best friend with.

Patton tried to go dress shopping the other day only to find all the dresses were either too small or just a glorified bright bag, no shape or style. When they had asked a store worker if there were any dresses that would look nice AND be larger enough, the clerk was nice but explained that they would have better luck trying to shop online. Patton was dishearten and just ended up getting some soft blue flower hair clips and they went home.

Roman had the idea that if they couldn't find the dress, he would make the dress for his friend. Sneaking measurements off of some of Patton's favorite clothing items and then finding comfortable materials that he knew she would love wearing.

Maybe he did go over board with large hidden pockets, (Dresses NEED pockets, How else would his Nonny carry around his little items and him if she had to use her hands for his stuff?) And soft lace not the itchy kind.

It was four shades of light blue all mixed together to give off a fairy theme. Soft, and light, and cute. It was amazing! His masterpiece.

Yet it was still taking so long! Patton would be home any minute and he still had lace to put on.

And without his sewing machine working, he was stuck sewing it by hand which took so long. He had been working on it for the last five hours!!!

He was almost done but he wanted to be done! He kept looking up at the clock and seeing that Patton could walk in at any moment and he was trying to sew up the last stretch of lace, but he was tired and sore from being hunched over the dress and he wanted something to eat.

He poked his finger and teared before crying. He pushed the dress away and sobbed into his hands. Why couldn't he just make something for his friend and not be so slow?

He didn't hear Patton walk in but he did notice when She put a hand on his shoulder and he turned so he could cry into her chest. Patton gently hugged him, sway a little bit. "It's ok baby. You're ok. Nonny's here." She coo'd gently getting him to stand and follow her to the bed so they could both sit down. Roman in her lap sobbing out all the frustration and tiredness.

"Let it out. It's ok. You're safe to cry." Patton said softly, grabbing tissues from her pocket to dab at her little one's face. Masking her concern at how dark the circles under his eyes were. Roman had been working on something for the last week. He often kept what he was working on a secret till it was done just so he would have to admit when he messed up and didn't end up with what he wanted.

But he never ended up in tears looking like he hadn't slept before. "What's happened that's got you all worked up kiddo?"

"I tried! I promise! I did! But I'm too slow." Roman sobbed before hiding his face in her chest. "I wanted it be a surprise."

Patton looked over at the pile of blue fabric on Roman's desk. "We're you making me something?" Patton asked softly, hugging Roman a bit tighter as he curled up and nodded.

"Made you a dress. Cuz couldn't find one." He said making Patton look over at her favorite color of blue on the desk and teared up a bit herself.

"You are so sweet and thoughtful. My little one. I Love it already." She promised. Roman sniffed and pulled back a bit to look in her eyes.

"You haven't even seen it yet." He protested before climbing off the bed so he could go grab the dress and hold it up so Patton could see it. The bottom of it brushed the floor as Roman was a bit shorter than Patton and he had made the dress to be fairly long.

"It's perfect." Patton said, heart aching a bit by just how cared for she felt and the love she had for her friend.

"It's not finished. Lace." Roman said glaring at the tiny stretch that wasn't sewn up yet. Patton gently took the dress.

"Well, maybe I can do this tiny bit and then you can help me try it on?" Patton said, she didn't sew as much as Roman did, but he had taught her enough to do this. Roman smiled and tugged her over to the desk so they could finish it.

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Patton was holding a sleeping Roman, He was laying on top of her as they laid on the couch watching t.v. His pacifier in his mouth as he caught up on the sleep he was missing. The dress fit perfectly and made Patton feel comfortable in a way that no other clothing ever had.

The pockets were already filled with things that her baby thought she should carry, he was extra proud of himself as she walked around in the first dress that fit her.

Patton held Roman as he slept, starting to doze off herself, as she thought about just how lucky she was to have such an amazing friend.

[drakenology]

would you ever write abt hq boyfriend sending your nudes/videos of fuckin to a group chat -🐮

this- it’s wrong but so right at the same time. thank you nonnie.

Video Phone - ft. Miya Osamu, Nishinoya, Kuroo and Oikawa.

author’s note: ok like the way I had the perfect photo edited for this kind of hc. i had an idea like this but it rotted in the drafts heh. hope you like this!

warnings: smut, mentions of creampie, daddy kink, college aged bois, voyeurism?, male receiving oral, noya being a himbo, dirty talk, slight degradation

Osamu

would send them to the team for sure.

he likes showing you off.

like he highkey wants to do porn with you kssk so this is his way of uh.. getting your content out there

he’ll record everything.

sessions upon sessions saturate this man’s camera roll.

and why not share that with his friends? who is he to deny them the privilege of watching him fuck you into a dirty little cockslut?

you kinda like it so.. why not?

Osamu was feeling friskier than usual; which wasn’t a problem for you since the way that motherfucker looked at you with such unadulterated hunger was enough to wet your panties.

That ‘look’ got you riding his fat cock on the couch, Osamu’s hand holding his phone to record your sloppy cunt the other smacking your ass and fondling your tits.

You kinda knew he was going to send the footage to his entourage which was embarrassing at first. But you found yourself loving the lewd texts his friends send about you; the attention going straight to your pussy. Osamu noticed you liked being recorded when your cunt clenched whenever a camera was pointed at it.

“Ya like putting on a show for my teammates, don’t ya?” Osamu inquires, taking a thumb to toy with your swollen bud. You moan back at him, playing with your nipples and licking your lips as you bounced on his dick, feet planted into the couch. Osamu made sure to get that on film, the sight of you pinching at your nipples made him lose all sense of composure.

Poor boy had no other choice but to throw the phone off to the side to grab your hips and thrust upwards, your screams echoing through the living room. You drool as he praised your sopping wet pussy’s symphony, the sounds of your juices gushing all over his dick was the perfect touch to his latest addition.

“Mmm listen ta that baby, tape’s still goin’. Tell my friends how well I’m fucking ya, will ya? Scream f’me.”

Nishinoya

Yū loves taking pictures of you.

Naked or fully clothed.

He has about a million pictures of you; videos too.

Most of them were really lewd; your supple breasts or that sweet cunt he loves fucking.

even has a gnarly creampie video he revists when you’re not around to dump his load inside.

Tried to put them all in the hidden folder and-

Sent em by accident sksjjsj

looked up “how to unsend photos” a million times

no luck lmao.

Of course everyone saw it. Even Hinata was like “gah damn”.

But you told him you didn’t really mind. In fact it was kinda hot that his friends lusted after you.

ever since then yall have made fucking on camera a nice way to bond.

lol.

Nishinoya was embarrassed. Actually he was mortified. He had so much porn in his phone. This he knew. He was tired of directing people not to scroll when he showed someone pictures on his phone; knowing they were gonna get an eyeful of your dripping pussy clenching around his dick. So he decided to clean up his act and simply put all the personal porn in a hidden folder.

Maybe it was when you came into his room and kissed him on the cheek that made him fuck up. Either way, his whole team has seen you naked, spread out and getting absolutely wrecked about thirty different ways.

“Fuck sake, Noya. Didn’t wanna see your balls, man.”

“Shit, Y/N’s pretty sexy.”

“Y/N’s ass is pretty fat.”

“Omg her moans..”

“Woah woah woah! She’s MY girlfriend, don’t talk about her like that.... but ikr.”

You read the texts aloud as Nishinoya frantically tells the story of how it all went down for the third time just in case you didn’t already believe him. Poor boy was so worried you’d be mad. But you feel yourself get hot, the thought of one of his friends stroking their cocks to the sight of you all too intriguing.

So you convince him to record you sucking his dick. And what man would say no to that?

You take Nishinoya’s cock in your mouth, moaning around him as your eyes find the camera.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He huffs, so astounded he almost drops his phone. He loved it all; your drool covering his cock, the sounds of your gagging as you take him in the back of your throat, your enthusiastic moans. You blink at the camera as you completely swallow his dick whole, stuffing your mouth with his length as he groans filthy praise.

“S’ good baby. Fuck.” He moans, bucking his hips to fuck your mouth, balling some of your hair into a fist.

ahem.. yeah the groupchat got to see that one too.

Kuroo

Nasty mf likes sending these pics to the groupchat.

He takes the pics for the sole purpose of showing his friends how sexy you are, how well you take his cock.

He’s captain of the volleyball team; even in college he’s the coolest guy around.

Of course the captain had to have a beautiful cum dump girlfriend that the whole campus wants

He sends those videos and pictures because he knows you belong to him anways

why not let everyone know?

“Fuck, Tetsu!” You gripe, your insides coiling as Kuroo stroked your gummy walls from behind. He responds by gripping you by the hair, turning your face towards the camera for his potential viewers to see.

“Go on, baby. Let ‘em know who’s pussy this is.” He grunts, digging his thumbs into your hips as his cock pushed harshly against your spongiest spots.

You can’t say much of anything, his brutal thrusts muddling any words the came from your lips. Kuroo looks at the phone he has propped up against the lamp on his nightstand and smirks, his ego growing at the thought of his pathetic friends jerking off to you, knowing only be can have the real thing whenever the fuck he wants. He puffs out his chest, smacking your ass as you sob out his name.

“Yeah, baby. Tell ‘em who you belong to.”

Oikawa

also sent them by accident

but it was a happy accident to say the least

even though it was embarrassing at first, oikawa liked the fact he got to flaunt you like a trophy

he coaxed you into letting him record you when you guys fucked; never really letting you know he was sending them to his friends from time to time.

all your unmentionables on display for his buddies to jack off to in their spare time while he gets to pounds you out every night

you’re pussy’s too good to keep all to himself right? it’d be unfair

smug bastard.

You were minding your own business, laying in bed playing animal crossing on your nintendo switch when Oikawa sat on his haunches next to you. He got the most devilish idea and the overwhelming need to fill your pussy full of his cum clouded his better judgement.

You lay there, unaware your boyfriend was plotting to fuck you senseless. He slides your shorts and panties off, grabbing his phone to start taking lewd photos of your now naked cunt.

“Show the camera your pretty pussy, princess.” He coos, rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. You bite your lip, still trying to play your game as slick starts to gather at your core, legs involuntarily spreading.

“Look at that delicious cunt.” His slender fingers eventually make their way inside you, the digits hooking to steer your attention away. You yelp, dropping your switch onto your chest as he pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed. He switched his phone to “video” and pressed record, taking out his gorgeous dick to tease it along your folds.

“Uhhn, Torū!” You groan, craning your neck to hide the lewd look on your face away from his phone.

“You want me to fuck you on camera, don’t you baby?” He asks sliding his length inside you. Without any time to adjust to his size, he’s pumping like mad, his hand holding one of your legs open to make sure he got every angle of your slutty cunt taking his dick.

“Shit, look how you’re squeezing me , baby. So fuckin tight for daddy aren’t you? Taking me so well.”

[whumperooni]

Natsuo getting tired of Touya stealing amd fucking his girlfriends that years later he finally fucks the one girl dabi actually cared about. What am I saying I'm a dabi Stan lol

No, nonny, please- that’s so good

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Natsuo’s put up with Touya’s bullshit for years and years- has had to go through his prick of a brother stealing his girlfriends and fucking them stupid for years. Touya deserves a comeuppance- he really, really does.

And by god Natsuo is going to be the one to give it to him.

It’s nothing he intentionally sets out to do. Yes, he has a burning resentment towards his brother and he wants to make Touya feel the same rage and humiliation he himself has been subjected to so many times over the years. But he doesn’t know how to get back at his brother- it’s not like fucking one of the girls Touya messes around with will do anything. Natsuo knows Touya doesn’t give a shit about them. He knows that Touya would just laugh in his face. Touya doesn’t care about them. He never cares about them. Never. He’s never cared about anyone.

Except, well....

Except for you.

Sweet, cute little you that had Touya wrapped around your finger. Sweet, cute little you that had Touya soft and weak with just a giggle and a smile. Sweet, cute little you that had Touya following you around like a puppy dog without even trying.

Sweet, cute little you that broke Touya’s heart into so many pieces.

Sweet, cute little you that just so happens to be sitting in the bar Natsuo’s in- all by yourself in a booth with a sad, lonely little expression on your face.

Seeing you is like a blast from the past- Natsuo hasn’t seen you in years. Not since you broke Touya’s heart. Not since you ran from the house sobbing and scared because Touya couldn’t accept the fact that you broke up with him and tried to strangle you despite the hero commission having been visiting their father.

(And what a day that had been- Natsuo had never seen Enji so pissed before. Touya couldn’t move right for a good week after Enji had beat his ass.

That was the only time Natsuo had been okay with his father’s temper)

It’s been forever since he’s saw you, but it’s clearly you sitting all by yourself in that lonely booth. It’s a surprise but, more importantly enough, seeing you so suddenly after such a long time makes something in Natsuo’s brain click.

Before he knows it, he’s ditching his friends and sliding into the seat across from you. He grins when you look up at him in surprise and that grin grows when startled confusion gets replaced by wide eyes and a delighted smile.

“Natsuo!”

You had always liked Natsuo. Maybe more than you had liked Touya, even. Natsuo had always been good to you- sweet and friendly and nice. Not like Touya had been at all. Seeing him is a surprise, something you’re happy about- that’s very clear to see.

And seeing you has the gears in Natsuo’s mind slowly turning, jerkily moving. Seeing you has an inkling of an idea forming- nothing quite concrete just yet; a vague notion that has the tint of something a little mean and a little selfish and very satisfying.

The idea doesn’t really completely form until the two of you are chatting and catching up and you just happen to let slip about a recent breakup with a particularly shitty sounding boyfriend.

“I really know how to pick them,” you tell him- lips forming a small pout as you sigh and a finger twirling a lock of hair. “He was almost as bad as Touya....”

It takes a moment for you to realize what you just said and there’s an immediate blush on your face- eyes widening and embarrassment, panicking flicking across your expression. Natsuo just smiles despite your worry, though, and he leans his cheek on his fist, offers a friendly grin.

“He must have been a real douchebag then- Touya’s pretty hard to beat, let alone get close to in terms of dickishness.”

A startled giggle leaves you- awkward and surprised- and it fleshes out into something more loose and carefree. You relax when Natsuo joins in with a laugh of his own and are happy to jump on the change of conversation when he asks about school.

Natsuo listens as you talk about your classes and your studies and your roommate. He buys you a drink when you finish your first. And then he buys you another. And one more after that. He watches with an easy, friendly grin as a rosy blush claims your cheeks and as your voice gets softer and a little whiny when you talk about something that makes you pout. He’s handsome and his eyes are half-lidded, almost seductive as he flirts in a nice, non-predatory way that you’re really not quite used to. His flirting seems...safe. Friendly and without consequences if you don’t reciprocate. It’s nice, has you relaxing even more past what the booze has you lulled you to.

Which, really, he didn’t have to keep buying you booze and getting you drunk. You had been hesitantly considering getting into bed with him by the time you finished your first drink- mind unable to help but wonder how Touya’s much nicer brother would compare.

When he asks you if you want to go home with him, you agree with a shy giggle and a nod- lips twitching into an eager, curious smile as you follow him out of the bar.

Natsuo is such a gentleman. He’s always been good to you- friendly and kind and warm. He’s always been everything Touya is not- even with Touya weak to you he was still a prick and a half. Natsuo, though? He’s always been nice.

And he’s still nice.

He’s nice when he flags down a cab and slips his fingers through yours when you curl up next to him in the backseat. He’s nice when he holds your hand as you walk up to his apartment and when he lets you walk in first. He’s nice when he takes your coat and hangs it up with care. He’s nice when he kisses you like something to be treasured- gently, sweetly, adoringly.

He’s nice, too, when he slowly strips off your clothes- cool hands running over your body and lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your heated flesh. He’s nice when he lets you come first- head between your thighs and tongue working you through your first orgasm as your back arches and your fingers curl into his snowy hair and you mewl his name again and again- “Natsuo, Natsuo, Natsuo!”

He’s really nice when he oh so carefully slides into you- watching your lashes flutter and listening to all your soft little noises to make sure he’s not hurting you. He’s nice when he runs his hands up your arms and laces his fingers through yours- pressing your hands into the mattress and lips capturing your own in a passionate, sensual kiss.

And, god, he’s so nice when he makes you come again and again- until you’re a panting mess drunk on both booze and pleasure. He has your mind fuzzy from bliss- so fuzzy that you don’t care when he comes in you, so fuzzy that you don’t care or panic when he creams your wet, hot cunt. He presses tight against you when he comes- mouths at the crook of your neck as he tells you how good you feel, how he loves how wet you are, how you sound so fucking good baby and he just wants to fill you with him again- can he, please?

And you- blissed out, intoxicated, thrilled you that has never been fucked so intimately and sensually before- nods because, god, yeah- you need more of this even if your limbs are already heavy and your focus is fading from everything unrelated to how good his dick is making you feel.

So he fucks you again and again and again- fucks you until your filled to the brim with his cum and your mind is melted by his needy, hungry kisses and the way he makes you come over and over and over.

You’re completely fucked out by the time he’s done- made stupid and dumb by good dick and so much pleasure. You’re so tired and blissed out that you can’t do more than twitch a finger by the time Natsuo finally pulls out of you, but that’s okay- Natsuo is nice enough to wipe you down with a warm rag and tug one of his shirts onto you.

He’s so nice. So sweet. Such a gentleman.

Once he pulls on some sweatpants, he joins you in bed- smiling when you snuggle up against him and giving an almost fond sort of huff when you almost immediately pass out against him.

He waits until he’s sure that you’re asleep and then he grabs his phone.

Natsuo takes a photo of you curled against his chest first- making sure that Touya will be able to see that it’s you- the one that broke his heart- cuddled up with him- the brother he’s always screwed over.

He’s smirking in the photo- he can’t help it- and that smirk stays as he carefully pushes the shirt he lent you up your body and snaps pics of the love bites he’s left on you- teeth marks that will fade away and form faint bruises for you to flush over later on.

He catalogues those and then he moves on down lower- carefully spreads your thighs and then your still swollen cunny lips so he can takes photos of the way your glistening hole is still painted white, how you’re still so full to the brim with his cum.

Natsuo makes sure that Touya will be able to see that you’ve been bred by him- that he’s taken his brother’s first and last love and made her his.

Some part of him feels guilty as he takes the photos, but there’s a bigger part of him that’s angry and smirking and viciously vindicated- a part of him that’s been festering for years and is finally, finally getting the revenge it wants.

You’ll be upset if you find out, sure.

But Touya has had this coming for a long time now and Natsuo is finally going to get his brother back.

Natsuo sends the photos to his brother and he grins while he does, adds a simple little “payback’s a bitch :)” to the message that is sure to enrage Touya even more.

And then he shuts off his phone and climbs back into bed- wrapping an arm around your soft body and falling asleep with a smile on his face.

[gra-sonas]

So just wanted to tell you how cute I found your answer to an ask where you asked are you a terrible Alex fan if you wanna see him hurt. To me that is usually a reason why I watch a TV show cause I just love the hurt/comfort storylines 😅 To this day I think one of my most favourite Teen Wolf episodes is Motel California cause that scene where Stiles is possessed and is trying to hurt himself is just pure perfection. This is one of those emotional whumps that I love. I kinda think those scenes really show how good of an actor someone is. So yeah to me you're not terrible for wanting some hurt and comfort with his OTP after that 🥰 But maybe I am weird so I'm not a representative person to judge 😅

Haha, thank you, nonnie! 🥰 [Sorry that it took so long to answer, but this turned out longer than intended and... uhm... see for yourself? 😳]

I'm usually a huge fan of the hurt/comfort trope (my favorite Sterek fic is the most perfect h/c fic ever), but it pains me (ha!) to think about Alex or Michael getting hurt in any way. 🥺 I want them to have nice things, wrap them in fluffy blankets in front of a cozy fire and feed them hot chocolate.

I think I handle h/c better in fic, bc it all only happens in my head, but seeing Alex or Michael hurt on screen? 😱

Like... [h/c ficlet, blood cw, implied temporary almost!character death, NO ONE DIES]

Michael is sobbing in agony because Alex is bleeding from a chest wound he just can't stop from spilling fresh blood. Alex goes limp in Michael's arms, and he can barely hear Alex breathe any longer.

Michael frantically presses his hand on Alex's wet chest in a poor attempt to apply pressure, but the blood continues to seep into the fabric of Alex's jacket and turns it an ugly shade of dark copper.

Michael is so desperate, he's whispering Alex's name over and over, calling him every endearment under the sun just to get a reaction from him but Alex can't hear him because he's already unconscious. Or worse.

Michael kisses Alex's clammy lips and whispers "I love you, please, Alex, don't leave me. I don't want to live without you. I can't!"

Michael tries to think of something. Anything to save Alex, tears are spilling from his eyes and he can barely see when—

Suddenly, he knows with absolute clarity what to do. He fumbles with his free hand to open the buttons of Alex's bloody jacket before he hits the next barrier. He tears the shirt Alex is wearing to shreds with a single thought and looks at Alex's bloody chest in an attempt to locate the wound. To no avail.

Without further thinking he places his left hand - the one Jesse Manes mangled, the one that Max healed, the one Michael's kept hidden from the world (and his own eyes) for more than two years under greasy bandanas, the one Alex kissed so tenderly when he took the bandana off for good just last night - on Alex's chest, ignores how slippery the blood makes everything, closes his eyes, and then—

His hand starts getting warm. And warmer. It's getting hot, he blinks his eyes open, and his hand is glowing a deep and pulsing red.

Not a second to waste, Michael pushes with everything he has, every ounce of love he feels for Alex, begging for all the stars to align, and the universe to aid him in his quest to save the person he loves more than life itself. He's screaming now, desperate to push Alex away from the brink of death.

He has no idea how long it takes, but suddenly he feels Alex stir in his arms, he's taking a deep gasping breath, he opens his eyes and stares at Michael. "What?"

Michael collapses and falls on his back, pulling Alex with him into the safety of his embrace. He feels like he's about to vomit, but after a few deep breaths, the nausea caused by the overuse of his powers is manageable. Alex struggles against his tight grip.

"Michael? Michael, what's going on? Are you okay? And why is my chest wet?"

"Gimme a second," Michael mumbles. Alex turns in his arms until he faces Michael.

"Michael, have I been shot?"

Michael nods, which isn't a good idea because another wave of nausea hits him.

"And you healed me? Or was it a resurrection?"

"Not sure, you stopped breathing," Michael mumbles. He squeezes his eyes shut before he tries talking again. "Nail polish remover. Backpack," he gets out before he has to stop. The back of his throat tastes like bile.

Alex scrambles to get up on his knees. He looks around and sees the backpack Michael dropped on a nearby chair. He stretches to reach one of the backpack straps and pulls. The backpack topples over and falls down on the floor. Alex drags it across the floor until he can reach inside. He pulls a bottle of nail polish remover out, uncaps it, and turns around to Michael.

He holds the bottle softly pressed against Michael's lips until he's able to take a couple of carefully measured sips. About five minutes later, he's feeling a little less peckish, and he's able to tell Alex what's happened. They are lying on the floor again, facing each other and holding hands.

When Michael's finished, Alex looks down at his chest. "This is incredible, Michael. I don't feel any different than before. Only that my shirt is kind of glued to my chest hair in places. But other than that, there's no pain, nothing," he says, in awe of Michael's new ability.

He leans forward to press his lips against Michael's in a tender kiss. "I also feel you," he whispers. "It's like you're a part of me. It's this golden presence, I don't know how better to describe it."

Michael smiles at him. "I love that. According to Max, I should also be able to share memories with you. I'm just not sure if that uses up more power, and I'm still feeling pretty weak."

Alex captures Michaels stubbly cheek in his hand. "There's no rush, baby. Let's go home when you can walk again. And then we have a lifetime together to explore everything we can do with this new ability and you leaving handprints on me."

"Home and a lifetime together with you? That's all I've ever wanted, Alex."

Alex winks at him. "I know."

"A lifetime of Star Wars references sounds like heaven to me," Michael chuckles. "Let's go home, Chewie."

[sunnysviolin]

Just wanted to say that I’ve been seeing a lot of your stuff in the tags recently and I love your writing!! It always makes me smile to read your headcanons :)

If you don’t mind me asking, do you have any for Kimbrey? (Aubrey/Kim) I have big brainrot for them.

Awww thank you nonnie!! You’re so sweet and kind I hope you’re having a good day! I am doing my best but this semester is brand new. I am happy tho because the way it’s looking I’m going to have two headcanons a day for you guys for this week! one in the mornign and one at night, and maybe one somewhere in the middle if any of you send something particularly striking as an anon! It’s always nice to hear from you all!! Making you smile makes me smile. So here! Take some Kimbrey

Kim and Aubrey have each others initials etched onto their scooters. They did it when they were just friends, but after they start dating they add a heart around the letters. Yeah it’s cheesy but whatever they both like it and no they will not elaborate fuck you

Kim and Aubrey are definitely the couple who like angrily confess their feelings to each other. I’m talking both of them realizing how they feel and avoiding the topic until there’s a big confrontation which ends with one of them shouting that they have a crush on the other and both blushing like fools but also holding hands

They start dating about half a year before the game canonically starts in my hc so they’re pretty established as a couple by the time everything goes down. Established, but literally only the hooligans know. 

90% Hooligans are not shocked when they start dating. Vance and Charlie expected it and Angel was told by Charlie to expect it. Then there’s Maverick who literally never knows anything ever. As a joke Aubrey and Kim didn’t tell him they were dating they just waited to see how long it would take him to realize

But listen Mav is a sheltered child from a highly religious family (he’s also definitely gay but I digress) so it takes a comically long time for him to realize. When he does it’s very much like that scene in friends where Phoebe just jumps up and down and screams CHANDLER AND MONICA over and over, but it’s Mav shrieking AUBREY AND KIM AUBREY AND KIM!!!!!

They were a little worried that Mav might actually not be super cool, but turns out he’s just very excited and slightly offended they didn’t just tell him?? Why is he always the last person to know things >:O

Kim and Aubrey don’t really like go on dates per say. They mostly just hang around with their group of friends, and have sleepovers together just the two of them. It’s very much one of those first relationship things where they say they’re in a relationship and they do special things, but a lot of it is performative because that’s how it is in your teens a lot of the time. 

They both know that they like each other, and they both know that they enjoy being gfs, but they don’t really like fall in love until almost a year into their relationship. 

It isn’t even something significant that Aubrey did. She was just over at Kim’s dad’s house helping her dad with a pipe issue once again. Kim wasn’t really watching, she was reading a book and waiting for her girlfriend to be done messing around with her dad, when she saw it. 

They had finally fixed the pipe, and her father was elated. He gave Aubrey a pat on the head and told her he was proud of how helpful his “favorite assistant” was, then he made a joke about how Kim should bring her around more often. Aubrey’s good natured grin had dropped off, and she seemed almost shell shocked. She made an excuse to go into the other hallway, and Kim on instinct followed her

Aubrey was standing against the wall, her head leaning against the plaster and her eyes closed. She was crying, her shoulders hitching up and down with sobs and her bottom lip wobbling. But she wasn’t making a sound. Kim had never seen someone cry without making noise before, and it was eerie to see now. She wasn’t sure what to do, but on instinct she walked over and slotted herself into Aubrey’s arms, burying one hands in hot pink hair and the other flat against her back. Aubrey nearly collapsed into her arms and buried her face into her girlfriend’s neck. 

As Kim held her still silently crying girlfriend a rush of strange protective emotions came over her. She had always been pretty protective of Aubrey, but this was different. It was deeper, almost all consuming. She knew that she would never let anyone make Aubrey feel like this again, and if anyone made her cry they would have Kim to answer to. 

Kim didn’t know what love felt like to anyone else. She didn’t know if it was soft or light or kind. For her it was thunderous, lightning hot, exactly like Aubrey. It hurt with how much it demanded to be felt, and how much it pushed her to impossibly do more. She didn’t know what else she could do, so she just held Aubrey even closer and breathed into the new facet to their relationship. 

[chuluoyi]

Anyone who blocks you without reason is downright HATER chu. They are probs just jealous how popular you are w your fics and have good relationship here with your anons. Have seen some hater blogs lately and what I can say is 🗣️ YOU DO YOU! 🗣️ We love you here and not only because you write for us but because how nice you are to everyone. Big blogs in Tumblr tend to be annoying over time but you’re still the same (I followed you since October 2023) and probably one of the few who do so 🩷

oh nonnie :’) you’re so kind for saying this… to me, it’s because nonnies like you who make my blog so homey—so thank you too!😭 and i don’t consider this blog “big” at all honestly but i’m happy that many are still hanging around here just to say kind messages or ask how my life’s going🤧 and regarding writing, sometimes i feel bad that i write too slowly for some pending requests and choose to start new wips instead :’) but i’m getting to them and i’m happy that you’re still here even when i post it like some months later *sobs*

sending much love to you nonnie!!🫶🏻 know that you’ve just made my day with this!✨

[yeojaa]

HI IM IN LOVE WITH DEVIL IN A NEW SUIT!!!!! do u think u would add another part or drabbles?? like maybe jk’s ex crawling back back to him and asking for forgiveness or like just another drabble abojt them??? u don’t have to i just wanted to know because i’m OBSESSED W THEM!!!!!

[ read devil in a new suit ]

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  malibu barbie returns, kook is still too nice, reader gets pissed off, and smut in the forms of:  light bondage, titty sucking, use of a vibrator, heartfelt declarations of love without the L word.  wc.  1.3k.  author note.  ask and you shall receive, nonnie...  also tysm for the kind words!!!  i’m so glad you liked it!!

She shows up randomly, weeks later, sitting in the lobby of the apartment building like she belongs there.  (She doesn’t.)  You wonder, with a sour expression, what Jungkook pays his exorbitant condo fees for - how she’s managed to sneak in when there’s a dedicated concierge meant to keep the riff-raff out.

“Baby!”  The blonde is surging to her feet, smoothing down the hem of her dress.  It’s an objectively pretty thing, this reflective material that throws her curves into stark relief and looks like it was made for her.  Which it probably was, given her spending habits.  

She advances quickly - all but throws herself against your partner - and curls her French manicured nails into his fluffy hair.  He doesn’t immediately push her away.

What the—

The greeting comes before you can voice your displeasure, far too kind and familiar for your liking.  “Hi, Keek.”  Luckily - for him, for your twitching palm - he doesn’t return the hug.  Simply extracts himself from her arms and throws her that stupid cute smile of his.  

You’re five seconds from a nuclear explosion, something straight out of a Hollywood action film.

“It’s been so long,”  Malibu Barbie purrs, pouts as if the inventor of puppy dog eyes isn’t standing right before her.  “I’ve missed you.”

You’re not sure what’s going to come out of Jungkook’s mouth next.  You don’t want to hear it - already livid over the exchange that’s happened thus far.  “Sorry—”  You’re not - lying through your neat white teeth as you shoot an arm out between your wide-eyed boyfriend and his idiot ex.  “Can I help you?”   

The girl - Kiko, was it? - stares at you for the longest moment, as if she’s trying to figure out where she recognises you from.  You can practically hear the Windows shutting down noise as the seconds stretch on.

Then, without another word, she’s got her focus back on Jungkook.  Sweet darling Jungkook who simply remains silent, bottom lip caught and worried between enamel.  

“Who is that, Kookie?”

God, you want to throw up.  Fight her, maybe too.  

“This is—”  You’re glaring daggers at him, daring him to give the wrong answer.  “This is my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?”  She laughs as if it’s a joke, flutters her obnoxiously long eyelashes. 

You’ve had enough, seizing Jungkook’s much larger hand in your own, practically yanking his arm from its socket as you stalk toward the elevator.  Irritation skips up your spine, settles like a weighted chain necklace around your throat.  You mash your knuckle against the call button.  (If you’d used your nail, you’d have surely snapped it.)

You don’t miss the expression in the mirrored wall, Barbie still standing where you’d left her.  Your smile is simpering, wholly artificial.  And then she’s gone from view and it fades, slips into something even worse.

“What was that?”  It comes in a whisper, gritted past your teeth that turn to ash.

“What was what?”  Your boyfriend has the audacity to look surprised, peering down at you as if you’ve just asked the weather or the time.  There’s not even an ounce of guilt - nothing to be found in those big round eyes of his.

It’s times like these that you resent the person Jungkook is, too soft and kind to tell people to fuck off.  

You can’t blame him, though.  This is how he’s always been, even if it’s gotten better over the months.  At his core, he’s just marshmallows and Lucky Charms, milk and cookies on Christmas morning.  (You love these things about him, even when they drive you absolutely insane.)

“Are you mad?”  He asks when you barrel out of the lift, push into his apartment with the key that sits alongside your own.  You don’t answer - know you’ll say something (deservedly) petty - and instead focus on hanging your coat, setting your stilettos into your side of his hallway closet.  “Baby?”

You make it halfway down the hall before he’s scampering after you, threading his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair.  It’s such a sweet gesture that you almost soften, almost let him get away with murder.  

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”  The idiot - your beloved idiot - seems terribly proud of this fact, smile pressed against your neck.  

“I’m not,”  you seeth, shoving his hand off you. 

He knows you’re lying.

“Tell me, baby,”  he purrs, eyes so wide and innocent you curse him internally.  

Would do so verbally, if there weren’t a gag blocking the way, rubber slick with saliva and tears that’ve mingled into an absolute mess.  It’s snug around your head, buckled into place and kept from hurting by the goose down pillow keeping you semi-upright. 

(Even when he punishes you, takes you over his knee or cuffs you to the bed, he’s considerate.  Thoughtful beyond all comprehension.)

Jungkook rocks back on his heels, half-seated on the bed between your spread knees.  He’s picturesque, beaming brightly, devastatingly handsome in his comfy pants (a material that feels like heaven any time it brushes your heated skin).  His chest is delightfully bare, the only blemish across the supple expanse being the glint of his silver chain, hanging over you and tickling your sternum when he graces you with the occasional chaste peck.

The hand holding the unassuming black and gold device between your legs shifts, presses it just that much deeper within your walls, and he grins.  “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

It’s shameful, how wet you are, how slick pools down the crack of your ass, how your entire body trembles, heart rattling around in your ribcage.  It’s unbelievable how weak you are for him, completely at his mercy as he rains pleasure upon you.

You nod, grimacing when the bob of your head has spit transferring from your chin to the valley between your breasts.  

A hand tracks through the drool and lube (chocolate delight, because Jungkook has a sweet tooth), rubbing the mixture lewdly over your aching nipple.  It strains beneath his touch, perks and pebbles with each pass of his tattooed fingers.  

When he tweaks it - yanks so hard your back arches off the bed - he soothes the other, laving over the peak with the flat of his tongue.  Between your legs, the vibrator goes and goes, pressed lightly against your most sensitive spots.  Stimulated inside and out, it feels like every nerve ending is shot, burnt to hell by the match he strikes and pours gasoline over. 

Fireworks spark before your eyes with each passing moment, growing in intensity the longer the device runs, the more time he spends sucking your tits into his mouth. 

It’s too much - feels like heaven and hell all at once.  

But it’s not what sends you over the edge - isn’t what has you coming apart all over his hand, soaking through the delicate material of his pants.  It’s his voice, crystal clear past the haze of lust, whispering sweet nothings.

It’s your unbelievable, incredible boy telling you all the things you ache to hear. 

“Nothing to be jealous about, ____.  You’re the only one for me.”  He offers his heart just as readily as he does bliss, granting you an earth-shattering orgasm that starts at the base of your spine and threads heat to every limb.  He sucks his affection into the swell of your breasts,  fucks the silicon toy into your dripping heat, makes you come apart even as he holds you together. 

It’s nirvana with him, a place you only find in his arms, his bed, wrapped up in his warmth.  

You sink into it, sob his name as he repeats yours back to you - makes it the only sound you ever want to hear.  Finishes with a kiss to your trembling body, planted right beneath your belly button.  “All mine.” 

[xianoii]

Scaramouche probably sees you as a fragile little thing, always breaking apart when being touched by the wrong hands. Hands that weren’t his. He knows that you were made for him, why else would you exist then? His thoughts were you, his touch was only for you, every smell he smelt was only yours, everything about you was his.

He knows you won’t crack a bit whenever he harshly slams into your cunt. No, if he were anyone else you would’ve cracked, but not for him. For him you would instead glisten with a divine light that only he could see, a holy plethora of salty tears gracing your fragile face. It’s all a sign for him, a sign that you were made for him alone. Only his hands -as tainted as they are- are the only hands capable of touching a wonderful thing like you.

You can take it, he knows you can, you were made for him. It doesn’t matter how much you sob, doesn’t matter how much you squirm in his vision, he knows you can do it, like you’ve always been made for. Never will it matter if his touches are harsh or soft, it only matters that these touches are made for you only. He and you are made for each other, that’s why he sucks on your skin, to mark it as only his.

Your insides were practically molded perfectly for his cock, maybe it got a bit tighter, but he knows he can fix that soon. Perhaps you waited a bit too long for him to grace your poor self. It doesn’t matter if you deny, he is a being made of higher power. His hands are perfect for a little thing like you, any other filthy hands would only taint your beauty. Him? His hands would glisten you wonderfully, deny all you want, but the proof was and is always there. Clear as day on your body. How it shined with dark purple marks by his hands, they looked wonderful. The marks of teeth that scattered your body matched you beautifully. You can’t keep denying it, eventually you have to admit that you were made for him. And only him.

Delusional Obsessed Scarmouche came to haunt me while I was trying to sleep. Please excuse my terrible writing skills.

Though I hope you’re having a wonderful day so far <33 Kind of late but your theme is so nice, you are genuinely so creative it’s amazing <3

no cause i was originally gonna try to add to this but- 😵‍💫 hnnn nonnie u did the damn thing . . this will forever be on my mind cause i like my men obsessed and demented <3

++ ur writing skills r fine bby ! & tysmm mwah mwah

[fangirlovestuff]

Hi! I don't know if you are taking requests, but if you are, could you please do a Chris Evans x reader where he proposes to her in a treehouse (which he got built without her knowing) on her birthday? I'm sorry if it's not good, or if I disturbed you.

Happy Place

a/n - hello nonnie!! this is an excellent request and i loved writing it so much, i really hope this is what you wanted and i did your request justice. italics are for a flashback. Enjoy!!<3

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: i guess like one innuendo, apart from that absolute fluff:)

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"Okay, I'll see you in a few days, alright?" you smiled, the phone to your ear.

"Yeah, only a few more days!" Chris said from the other side of the line, and you could hear the smile in his voice as well. "Listen, I gotta go, but talk to you in a bit okay?"

"Bye babe," you blew him a kiss over the phone and then you two hung up.

You laid back in your bed, a smile still on your face. When you were told you needed to go on this work trip, you were bummed out to say the least. It was actually supposed to end only a day before your birthday, you knew you would come home extremely tired, which could carry out to your birthday, and would also mean you wouldn't be able to travel to see your family on such short notice.

In short, it was a very problematic idea, and you were just about to tell your boss you couldn't make it, even though it could get you in trouble, but Chris convinced you that you should go.

"We can postpone your birthday by a day," he chuckled, and you pouted. "I know, I know, it's not ideal. But I don't want you to get in trouble at work, baby," he kissed your forehead.

"I know, I need to do my job," you rolled your eyes.

"That's my girl, love the enthusiasm," he laughed, and you slapped his arm lightly, a smile on your face. "Tell you what. When you come back, we can celebrate your birthday at home and have a nice time, and soon we'll go see your family. I'll book the flights," he offered.

"You're right," you admitted, "and thank you," you leaned up to peck his lips.

Now, laying in your hotel bed, you had to admit he really was right. Sure, it's not like you were having fun on your work trip, but you saw how your boss treated your coworker who couldn't go, and you wouldn't really want to be in her place.

And the promise of a nice stay-in birthday with Chris was closer than ever.

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You told Chris to come pick you up from the airport when you came back. Usually he was very punctual, but today he was a little late. Not that you minded, obviously, you just found it a bit odd, but hey – you weren't one to judge, never perfectly punctual yourself.

"Hey babe, what’s up?" you asked as you got into the car, kissing Chris' cheek.

He captured your lips in a sweet kiss, and you smiled into it.

"How was your flight?" he asked with a smile.

"You know, as good as a flight could be," you chuckled softly, taking in the start of the sunset outside the window as he drove you both home, in comfortable silence.

When you got home you got out of the car and Chris helped you carry your bags inside. Meaning, he insisted on taking everything while you half complained half laughed that you could also take something.

When you were inside, Chris put down the bags and took out his phone, typing for a second and put it back in his pocket.

"Okay, I know you've been gone for two weeks, and you're probably very tired, so you can take a shower and then go to sleep. I could take care of your bags," he said, wrapping his arms around you.

"Well, that's a very kind offer, but how about this – the bags can wait for tomorrow and we can take a shower… together," you smirked.

"I missed you," he laughed in your ear and lifted you up, carrying you upstairs.

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"Good morning, birthday girl," Chris murmured as he pressed soft kisses to your neck and jaw.

"Good morning," you answered with a smile.

"So, I know we said nice day in," he said, "but I have a surprise for you, so get dressed. It's not far, I promise," he smiled and got up. That's when you noticed he was already dressed in jeans and a shirt.

"Did you get up before me?" you asked, till groggily rubbing your eyes.

"Not a lot," he answered. "Now come on, before the coffee gets cold," he smiled.

You got ready for the day and went downstairs with a grin, seeing Chris playing around with Dodger.

"Happy birthday! Dodger, say happy birthday to momma!"

Dodger barked and you both burst into laughter. "Thank you, bubba," you smiled and leaned down to pet him.

Once you both drank and ate, you asked Chris, "So, where is that surprise you got me out of bed for?"

"Let's go and I'll show you," he took your hand and led you out the front door, but instead of walking to your car, he led you around the house, to the small grove of trees behind your house.

"Where are we— oh!" you stopped mid-sentence upon noticing something amazingly unusual about the grove – on one of the lower trees, there was a pretty little treehouse, obviously new, with a ladder leading up to it.

"Surprise," Chris said softly and hugged you from behind, making you lean back into him. "I had it built when you were away," he explained. "Do you like it?"

"I love it!" you exclaimed and turned around to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"We haven't gone inside yet," he smiled and gestured for you to go ahead and climb before him.

"What a gentleman," you teased with a smile. He raised his brow at you. "We both know you're just enjoying the view," you smirked, and he laughed.

"Guilty as charged," he slapped your butt playfully.

You both laughed and you climbed up, followed by Chris.

Inside, you found a cozy little setup – the treehouse was full of fuzzy blankets, a couple of bean bags, and the walls were decorated with fairy lights, which weren't in their full effect yet since it was like 11 am, but you could picture how at night, they would glimmer and give the house a magical aura.

You wandered into the middle of it, ducking down only slightly so you won't bump the ceiling. You turned around to thank Chris but the words died in your throat once you saw him on one knee, holding a small box in his hand.

"Surprise," he said softly with a smile. You gasped, your mouth agape but you couldn't form words to save your life. Chris took a deep breath and spoke up.

"When you were gone, I had to take the chance and get you this birthday gift, because I knew how much you'd like it, to have a small place out here that's yours, if you want it. And judging by the look on your face, I'd say I did a decent job," he chuckled, and you nodded with a smile, biting your lip. "It may be your birthday, but you're the best gift I could've ever gotten," he grinned, "and I want to hold onto you forever. When I envision my future, you're always in it. And maybe one day we'll have some little ones you could share this treehouse with." You were tearing up now, and you let out a wet chuckle. "I love you, more than words can say. Would you make me the happiest man in the universe and marry me?"

"Yes," you were near sobbing now, sinking onto your knees in front of him and crashing your lips on his. The kiss was electrifying, the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours making you soar and grounding you in the moment at once. That could be said about your entire relationship; making each other stronger and achieving what you wanted, the comforting shoulder to lean on, the occasional yelling match, the domestic moments, the passion, the fun and the less fun. All of it combined to create one beautiful love story, one that was yours and yours only, the rest of the world be screwed.

"I love you," you whispered, your foreheads still touching.

"I love you too," Chris whispered back, and then reached to open the box. He opened the lid, revealing an absolutely gorgeous ring, glimmering in the soft morning sun.

He slid the ring onto your finger, and you both spent a moment admiring it before breaking out of your reverie and turning to each other once more, matching beams on your faces.

"Best birthday ever!" you exclaimed and tackled a laughing Chris into a tight hug which he eagerly returned.

And honestly, it was only second best. The first best was when you, Chris, and your kids spent the whole day in "mommy's treehouse," playing board games and having pillow fights, even eating in it, which the kids weren't usually allowed to do. But you didn't know that yet.  

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[jaskiersvalley]

Your writing is DEVASTATINGLY lovely, thank you for sharing it with us!

Catch me tearing up at this, Nonnie. You are far too lovely and kind. Have a little thank you ficlet which I hope you enjoy <3

If you haven’t played Witcher 3 or read the books, this will contain major spoilers about Ciri!

To say that Geralt wasn’t friendly could be taken as a bit of an understatement. Somehow Jaskier had either missed that memo or he straight up didn’t care, sticking around until he became part of Geralt’s everyday landscape. Then Ciri came along and Geralt stopped fighting destiny. They were in Kaedwen when another figure turned up at their camp, looking dishevelled and exhausted. Cahir had been running north, away from Nilfgaard and hoping to help protect Ciri. Not that Geralt was having any of it, he gruffly tried to warn off the interloper on their camp.

“It’s you!” Ciri exclaimed. “I see you in my dreams.”

Politely baffled, Cahir offered her a hesitant smile. “I only know you’re Emhyr's daughter and I firmly believe that under no circumstance should you fall into his hands."

Being everyone's friend, Jaskier struck up conversation with Cahir. However, Geralt couldn't help but feel like they were being fooled, given a sob story of someone who grew to resent the empire they led an army for. It was just too perfect, like something Jaskier would make up to sing a heart-warming song about to bring everyone together on a dreary night. Still, Geralt wasn't in the habit of being aggressive with humans if he could help it. But he could still make things unbearably awkward so they didn't stick around. That had always been the case (with Jaskier being the exception) so Geralt kept to his tried and tested method.

Nights were spent on the cold forest floor. While Geralt would meditate and keep guard, Jaskier curled up with Ciri under all the blankets they had in an attempt to keep warm. It was too risky to have a fire. Only, Cahir wasn't allowed to curl up with them, even as he passed over one of his own furs when he saw Ciri shivering. That night, Geralt watched as the rather strange human huddled against a tree, tucked under as many of his paltry belonging as possible to stay warm. Even more strangely, he slept as if he trusted Geralt to keep him safe for the night.

"How long will you travel with us?" Ciri asked innocently a few mornings later. She didn't seem to notice the way Cahir was flexing his hands to try and get some heat back into his fingers. Not that Geralt cared, he had seen the hand flop out from under a cloak as Cahir had turned in the night. It served him right, the fool that he was for thinking he could just travel with a Witcher and his family of choice and Destiny.

"I don't know," Cahir replied, the honesty raw in his voice.

Ciri didn't waste time, smiling at him as she declared, "You should come with us! Geralt said Kaer Morhen is big, so there will be room for you too."

Such simple, childish logic. Geralt wished Ciri hadn't opened her mouth though. Judging my the hesitant look Cahir was casting him, it was quite evident the invitation wasn't taken to heart. Until Jaskier joined in too.

"Yes, come with us! It will be nice to have another boring old human among the beefcakes of Kaer Morhen." He must have seen Cahir looking at Geralt because Jaskier scoffed out a laugh. "ignore his sour demeanour. He's just a grouch until he gets home."

The trek to Kaer Morhen was slow and several times Geralt wondered whether he could guide then in a way that meant he could keep Ciri on Roach, a hand on Jaskier and if, by some mishap, Cahir slipped, they could all say it was an accident. However, Geralt had a moral code that was better than that, as much as he cursed himself for it. But they made it to Kaer Morhen as a quartet. Introductions were made swiftly and Geralt showed everyone to rooms. Jaskier would share with him, Ciri would be near by. However, he led Cahir to a further part of the old keep and opened the door to room that was still functional but it was definitely not, by any definition, nice. To Geralt, the further Cahir was from him and his family, the better.

"This is your room."

He didn't expect the large eyed awe and gratitude.

"You sure? I thought you'd put me in a communal room."

There were no communal rooms but Geralt didn't want to say that. Instead, he shrugged. "This room is yours now."

It wasn't like it had much, a lumpy, straw filled mattress, a rickety chest of drawers and a fireplace. Not much more would fit in there really. Yet Cahir seemed almost overwhelmed by it.

Everything Geralt tried to do to make Cahir less eager to stick around seemed to backfire. The pass was still open and Geralt hoped Cahir would try to go back to his masters and perish along the way. One less threat to Ciri that way. However, Cahir eagerly took to kitchen duties, saying he wanted to earn his keep. He also willingly joined in with training, even sharing some of Nilfgaard's fighting styles and dirty tricks with the others.

All of Geralt's pushing had an interesting side effect. While Cahir tried to give him space while living up to expectations, he got closer to the other Witchers. Especially, Lambert and Eskel. However, like with most things not in his immediate interest, Geralt decided to stick his head in the sand about it. It didn't concern him so it wasn't his problem.

He was making his last rounds of the keep, something he didn't feel the need to do quite so often anymore. However, a soft, very human snuffle from the stall next to Roach had him suspicious. Silently peering into the stall, Geralt's eyebrows rose to see Cahir under his cloak, curled into some straw.

"Something wrong with your room?"

The words startled Cahir and he jerked, staring wide eyed at Geralt. There was straw stuck in his hair.

"Sorry. No. The room you gave me is very nice and really generous of you." That should have been an absolute lie but Cahir didn't seem to be anything but honest. So Geralt stayed quiet and allowed him to fill the awkwardly lengthening silence. "It was so quiet, I'm not used to it. The army is noisy, even when it sleeps. And I missed the stars. It's been years since I've spent more than a couple of nights indoors at a time."

Life on the road was something Geralt could understand. But it sounded like maybe Cahir had been without creature comforts for a lot longer than a Witcher. At least Geralt had a home to return to. With Nilfgaard's aggressive spread, he could easily imagine Cahir being at the forefront of that. That realisation didn't sit well with Geralt, it gnawed away at him for some reason. So he did the only thing he was capable of, he grunted and left.

However, the next day he mentioned the encounter to Eskel, hoping that he or Lambert would have a better solution. They did, but not the way Geralt had hoped. He was the one to much out the stables that week. Mostly confident that the others had sorted his little problem, Geralt didn't think much of the noise he was making. At least, not until he walked past what should have been an empty stall. Twin sets of amber eyes glared at him from within. More straw had been piled into the stall, a few more throws and furs brought in too and Cahir was nestled between two Witchers, sleeping more soundly than Geralt had seen him before.

That should have been the worst of it but, that night, Geralt found his partner missing from their shared bed. Assuming Jaskier was singing to Ciri, he crept closer, puzzled by the silence. Her room was empty too. There weren't many places they could have gone, so Geralt headed down to the kitchen, determinedly not panicking. A Witcher didn't panic, especially not in his own home. He only encountered Vesemir who looked over him once.

"Ah, you're here. Take this to the others." Geralt was handed a tray of six steaming mugs. Vesemir was holding a seventh. At the hesitation in Geralt's posture, he rolled his eyes. "Take that to the stables."

Something akin to dread curled in Geralt's chest as he approached the stables. He hadn't been good to Cahir, so he wasn't likely to be welcomed into the group. So he'd just put the tray down and make a hasty retreat.

"Drinks!" Jaskier declared with a cheer and the others in the stall all seemed to brighten too. It looked quite cosy in an odd way. Ciri was between Jaskier and Eskel but she wormed her way out to grab a drink, eyes closed as the steam wafted over her face.

"You have the best ideas, thanks," she declared.

One by one, Geralt handed out the drinks until one more was left on the tray. Everyone stared at him until Cahir took pity.

"We have room for one more if you'd like to join."

Hesitant, Geralt settled down and let out an "oof" as Jaskier snuggled in on one side and Ciri vigorously claimed his other. It was nice, a little odd but not as alienating as Geralt had feared. Though Cahir's words had been a little bit of a lie, as Geralt found out the following year. There wasn't room for just one more. Because, against all odds, they managed to somehow squeeze in a Cat Witcher that Lambert had dragged home too.