#the shampoo told me not to believe the conditioner

[second-second]

Recently when i began to write fanfiction again i found myself having a really good time and then i felt something i hadn't felt for years. It took me a little while but i recognized it was the same feeling i had when i was a child playing with dolls (or any objects to be honest). Figuring this out was so freeing because the feeling i had when writing previously was more akin to presenting a show. But right now, when i imagine myself swinging the characters i like back and forth like dolls, i am the show is only for me.

Also it makes me feel more at ease and a lot more silly. Like i am kind enough to share the awesome story i made with these two dolls, some duct tape and a toothpick.

[hallietblr]

my favourite birthday girl | j.fisher x reader

request: i would like to request can it be where jere and i are best friends and its my bday belly and conrad throw a surprise bday party for me at the becks beach house and jeremiah & i go upstairs and we go in his bedroom he confesses that he liked me since last summer and i have my first time with jere trying different sex positions like hes on top of me and im on top of him riding him & doing cowgirl style position lots of kissing can it be smut/angst and is it okay if i include my name and if not you can do y/n thanks babe❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻🥰

a/n: i fricking LOVE this!! i had so much fun writing it and i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), oral (fem! receiving), swearing, alcohol consumption, and jeremiah being a total sweetheart

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the sun was shining brightly through the windows of my bedroom, the morning breeze coming through smelling of sea salt. i flutter my eyes open, taking in the warmth of the summer. i reach for my phone that was charging by my bed side. the moment the lockscreen wakes, it’s full of birthday messages.

i feel myself smile as i go through the individual texts from all my friends back home in maine. i respond to them all, thanking each of them for the kind and loving messages.

after doing so, i finally decide that it’s time for me to get out of bed. i stretch out the slumber from my body before crawling out of the warm bed. i grab my phone and my bluetooth speaker and head over to my bathroom to start my birthday right.

cruel summer by taylor swift starts playing loudly as i pull off my pajamas, which was in reality one of jeremiah’s old t-shirts. i decide to text my friends to see what the plans were for the day, assuming they had something in mind.

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SUMMER GANG☀️🌊🫶

y/n!

goodmorning guys!! what are the plans for today?

stevie:

con and i are going fishing at the pier today

belly <3:

i told my mom that i’ll go to the store with her today!! sorry girl!

y/n!:

that’s fine haha have fun! tell laur i said hi:)

j:

i should be available today i think

connie:

i thought ur coming fishing?

stevie:

yeah!! boys trip!!

belly <3:

wow i’ve nvr seen us all so busy lol

j:

wdym it’s a regular day

connie:

nvm mom says u need to clean ur room jere

stevie:

LOL

belly <3:

so true, it’s gross jeremiah

j:

shut upp

urs isn’t any better bells

belly <3:

:(

y/n!:

stop being mean j

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i close my phone, a bit disappointed that it appeared that all my friends forgot about my birthday. i try to shake it off and assume that they’re all busy, so remembering a birthday isn’t that big of a deal.

i step into my shower, washing my hair with my coconut shampoo and conditioner, lathering my body with body wash, and shaving every inch of my body. i sing to taylor swift as i shower, feeling my muscles relax in the warm water. i dry myself off with a towel and pull on a cute purple summer dress that i had gotten earlier last week.

after putting on some makeup and doing my hair, i figured that i was ready to go downstairs to see my family. at least they would remember my birthday.

you only turn seventeen once, plus laurel, susannah, and my mom always told me that seventeen is an amazing year.

my mom was preparing my favourite smoothie bowl when i got to the kitchen. her face lit up after seeing me turn the corner and a smile drawn up her face, “happy birthday, my babygirl!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.

i hug her back, “thank you, momma!”

she hands me the beautiful smoothie bowl, “here you go, sugar! let me go get you your presents!”

my mom scurries away to her office before returning with multiple gifts all wrapped up in colourful gift wrap. she places them on the kitchen island before sitting down beside me.

i was already half way done my breakfast when my dad and baby sister came into the kitchen.

“happy seventeenth, babydoll” my dad grins, planting a kiss on my forehead, “i can’t believe how grown up you are already.”

“happy birthday sissy!” my four year old sister yells, hugging my leg. i ruffle her hair, thanking the both of them.

my mom urges me to open up the presents, she had always been a huge gift giver — seeing people’s reactions were her favourite thing. i open the sealed boxes, revealing lululemon clothing, a new ipad, gorgeous jewelry, and some makeup products that i’ve been wanting to get.

“mom!” i exclaim, in shock of the overwhelming amount of gifts, “you didn’t have to!”

“oh, honey,” she coos, brushing my hair, “it’s your seventeenth birthday! of course i had to, do you like them?”

i look at her with my mouth opened agape, “yes, yes! of course i love them all! you know me so well, thank you!”

my arms wrap around my mom, squeezing her tight.

“my first baby,” she whispers into my ear so my sister, lindsay, doesn’t hear her, “i love you with my whole heart.”

i finish up the rest of my breakfast, while also admiring my new items. my dad also takes a few photos of us, most likely to post on his facebook page later. luckily, i look decent right now.

“eat up,” my dad says to me, “your friends are probably waiting for you.”

i shrug, “they’re all busy today.”

my mom turns to me with a raised eyebrow, “seriously? do you want me to call susannah?”

i shake my head quickly, “no! it’s alright, really.”

“i’m sorry, baby” my dad squeezes my shoulder, “you can hang out with us today.”

i give him a small smile, “that sounds good.”

the rest of the day was uneventful, well not exactly. it was moreso just a typical day for us. my sister and i went swimming in our pool, i watched tv with my parents, and scrolled through my phone a ton. i really didn’t want to confront my friends about them forgetting my birthday, it would’ve been immature was what i told myself. it’s not like i’m six anymore.

i was laying on my bed when i received a text message.

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j:

heyy pretty

wanna come over? we just came back from fishing 🎣

y/n!:

sure :)

j:

awesome! see you soon!!

also wear something nice ;)

y/n!:

why?

j:

not that you don’t always look nice!!!

my mom wants to take photos or smt lol

y/n!:

oooook

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my brows furrow in slight confusion of the request but i shrug it off. i get up from my laying position and go to my closet to find something ‘nice’. i find a black satin slip dress that i brought from back home, i figured this would be nice enough. i put it on and look at myself in front of my mirror.

i smooth down the material of the dress, checking how it looks from the side and from behind. i silently pray that jeremiah would like it, i’ve overheard him, conrad, and steven talk about how jeremiah is an ass man multiple times — considering how the satin material of the dress perfectly fits my bum, i’m convinced he’ll appreciate it.

i grab my phone, sunglasses, and my favourite lip gloss before heading downstairs. i see my parents cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together with my sister fast asleep in the space next to them.

i slide on my white converse and head over to them, “i’m going over to the fishers.” i tell them. they smile and remind me to have fun and to be home by two am.

the walk over to the fisher summer home is brief, a quick five minute walk. them living only two houses over from mine always came in handy. i open up the front door before my vision became black.

“do you trust me?” he says, jeremiah’s hands clamped over my eyes.

“if you ruin my mascara, j, i might cry.” i joke, “yes, i do trust you.”

“okay, good.” i can hear his infamous smile in his voice, “come with me.”

he guides me slowly through the house, his hands still over my eyes. jeremiah lifts them off and it takes me a moment before noticing all the decorations put up around the kitchen. there are streamers hanging from the walls and across the ceilings, so many pretty balloons in every corner of the room, a huge ‘happy birthday’ sign hanging on the cupboards.

my hand flyes to clamp over my open mouth, “oh my god!”

steven, belly, laurel, susannah, and conrad all jump up from their hiding spot behind the kitchen island.

“surprise!” they all scream out. i smile widely, taking in everything,

“you guys!” i gush, as im being pulled into a hug from jeremiah, “thank you!”

his muscular arms hold me and he plants two kisses on my hair, “did you really think we forgot your birthday, pretty girl?”

i laugh, “well maybe! you guys are forgetful sometimes… like the time you forgot belly and i at the walmart!”

he rolls his eyes playfully, “oh shush, that was one time!”

“we never forget birthdays here.” susannah giggles before also hugging me, “happy birthday my gorgeous and beaming girl.”

everyone takes their turn in hugging me and wishing me a happy birthday. i thank each of them individually, the smile never leaving my face once.

“who planned this?” i ask laurel, who was carefully pulling out the birthday cake from the fridge.

“it was all belly and connie’s idea” she smiles, “now go sit!”

i take my seat next to jeremiah and steven before laurel brings the cake with seventeen candles on it in front of me. they all sing happy birthday to me and i close my eyes to make a wish.

every year since i was five years old, my birthday wish has been the same. not even just for my birthday, anytime i saw a shooting star, or tossed a penny in a fountain, or honestly any other occasion that required making a wish — it has always been the same.

it was wishing for jeremiah to notice me in the same way that i see him. it’s all i’ve ever wanted, as stupid as it can get.

i blow out all the candles and susannah cuts up the cake into slices before serving it to everyone. belly reminds me of all the birthday presents that they had gotten me, and to open it later.

after cake, susannah and laurel agree to leave the home to go to a cocktail bar so that the kids can have the house to themselves for a few hours. more teenagers from cousins start showing up, all of them wishing me a happy birthday as they come in.

drinks are being served, music is playing loudly off the multiple speakers scatter around the home, beer pong matches are being played by the pool, people dancing.

jeremiah stays next to me for the whole night, we chat with a few of our friends while sipping our seltzers.

“do you wanna go upstairs for a bit?” jeremiah says to me in a hushed tone, “y’know, to get away from this?”

i nod, “yeah, for sure.”

he smiles, taking my hand into his own and guiding me through the crowd and up the stairs. we walk to his bedroom, he closes the door behind me and locks it. jeremiah places his drink on his dresser and offers to put mine next to it, i agree and soon we’re both seated on his bed.

we make small talk, him asking about my birthday so far as he rummages around in his desk drawer. he sits back down beside me, facing me. he places a small velvet box into my hands,

“open it, my favourite birthday girl.” he smirks, looking into my eyes. his hand was on my thigh and i can feel myself blushing.

i think i can get lost in his ocean eyes, they’re so beautiful and full of life. i smile and carefully open it, inside was a gorgeous golden ring with a large (what im assuming was a fake) diamond on it.

“j…” i gasp, lifting the ring out of its box and admiring it, “this must have costed a fortune.”

he shrugs, “anything for you, look on the band.”

i bring the ring closer to my eyes and see that there’s an engraving on the inside of the band.

in love with my best friend <3

my jaw drops, “jeremiah?”

i look up at him, our eyes interlocking. he slowly nods, “i love you, y/n — i’ve always have, i thought it was a childhood crush and i don’t think i really realized until last summer that i truly do love you.”

“can i?” he asks, taking the ring from my hand. i nod and he carefully slips it onto my finger before being it to his lips and kissing it.

i pull him into a kiss, my hands rested on his cheeks and his on my waist. he kissed back almost immediately. my hands move down to his built chest and gently push him down onto his back, our lips never leaving each others. i adjust my legs so im straddled on him,

“i’ve always loved you too.” i whisper against his lips, he smiles into the kiss and kisses me harder.

his fingers fiddle with the edge of my dress, hands sliding up and down the back of my thighs before squeezing my ass slowly, “god, i couldn’t take my eyes off of you in this dress. it makes your body look so fucking good.” jeremiah groans.

i lower my crotch onto the evident tent in his pants, he gasps at the contact while slowly grind my hips on his.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me come in my pants.” he moans into my ear as i flip my hair onto one side. i bring my face to his jawline, kissing it and licking the soft skin. his hands tighten around my ass and i moan at the contact.

his hand slips under my dress and to the lace material of my thong, his finger slide underneath the band of it. he lifts it before letting it go, the snap of my underwear against my skin making me moan louder.

“sit on my face,” he tells me in a low voice, i feel myself getting even more wet and excited at the tone of it, “let me give you another birthday gift.”

he lifts me by the waist and moves me so my core is hovering above his mouth. i grab onto his head board while jeremiah slowly moves the lace material to the side and lowers me onto his face.

i gasp loudly when his tongue licks a long stride between my folds. he moans into me, “fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby.” he mumbles against me, the vibrations causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

jeremiah dips his tongue into me, licking up all the juices and tracing figure eights against me. i squeeze the headboard tighter, becoming a moaning mess quickly. his tongue is magic. he fucks me with his mouth, my thighs shaking around his head,

“shit, jere.” i cry out, feeling my high coming closer. his hands squeeze my ass yet again before landing a smack on my left ass cheek. i moan loudly in response, my body flowing with immense pleasure, “fuck, i’m gonna come!”

he never slows his tongue as i feel my orgasm come crashing down on me. waves of pure pleasure crashing down. jeremiah licks up every last drop as i slowly come down from the high. i move myself down from his face and back down towards his groin. i lean down to kiss his passionately, tasting myself on his lips,

“holy shit, i can eat you out all day long.” he says to me as his hands fumble with his pants. he kicks off his pants and boxers. his erection slaps his lower abdomen and i drool at the sight of it. it’s huge, red tip begging for attention and veins pulsating on the sides of it.

i move to give him a blowjob but his grip on my waist prevents me from moving, “it’s your birthday.” jeremiah tells me, “you can give me head another time.” he winks

my hips position themselves above his thick and veiny cock and i lower myself onto it. he fills me up perfectly and we both moan loudly at the same time. every inch of him inside on me as i bottom out.

i slowly start rocking my hips against him, both of us becoming a panting mess. his hands never leave my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his dick.

“you feel so good, baby” he praises, “you tight pussy feels amazing around me, fuck”

i continue riding him, my hands tangled up in his hair, pulling it which makes him moan.

“i- i think your cock was made for me.” i whisper in his ear before kissing him harshly.

he smirks, “oh yeah?”

and i nodded feverishly before he flips us around so im on my back and his on top of me, “sorry baby, i want to be in control now”

he pulls out almost entirely before slamming himself back in, the new position making him hit me even deeper than he was before. he thrusts harder and deeper, my back arches and i grab onto the sheets beside me, “fuck i’m close” i cry

“me too, hold on.” he continues fucking me, littering kissing on my face and neck. i can feel my inner muscles squeezing around him which makes jeremiah groan, “i’m fucking gonna come.”

“let it go.” he encourages me, his thumb going down to start abusing the bundle of nerves. almost immediately, i feel myself orgasm. my legs tightening around his waist and i feel him finish inside of me. he releases a series of curse words as he fucks us both through our orgasms.

a few moments after he pulls out and rolls next to me. we’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breaths, “holy shit” i pant out, looking over at him.

he grins, “that was amazing.”

“beyond amazing.” i repeat and he laughs,

“fuck, i should’ve asked you this before.” he says, reaching over to cup my face, “will you be my girlfriend, y/n?”

i blush, “yes, a hundred times yes!”

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taglist! @randomaccountworld123 @bxbyyyjocelyn @20nugs @jeremiahxaesthetic

[tiredfox64]

Hello, I wanted to know if you accept requests and if so… could you make the Lin Kuei brothers who are discovered spying on you while you shower?

Peeping Toms

Prior notes: They could never do that with me they would see me starting arguments with my conditioner.

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: Suggestive

The water ran down your body. It cooled you after that hectic mission you just finished. The water felt wonderful, you could stay in the shower for hours.

Yes, please, please do stay. Enjoy your shower to its fullest. You deserve to relax your muscles and wash the filth off of you. It will do you good and the men next door.

Oh, you don’t know? You don’t know that there will soon be three men that you thought so highly of and saw as honorable waiting to take a peek at you? All of them are dying to get a look at your naked figure as water slips down. Ain’t it crazy that hormones can drive men to do such acts? Well, enjoy your shower.

Enjoy the view, boys!

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It was by accident at first, they swear. If you don’t believe them then it was Tomas’ fault. Seriously it was. He was the one who found the hole in the wall. He didn’t know at first that the hole was even in the room beside yours. But when he went into the room to grab some supplies that Bi-Han needed, he heard running water nearby. Following his ears he found himself getting closer and closer to a hole in the wall. When he peeked in, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the hole allowed him to peek into your shower. And you were showering at that moment! He gasped before backing away from the hole. Oh that can’t do. You were in a vulnerable state and anyone could take a look at you. Maybe Tomas should do something about this.

Or…he could keep this hush hush. No one goes into this room since it’s only meant to store weapons and other supplies. In all honest he didn’t want an opportunity like this to disappear. When else would he have the chance to see you in all your glory?

It felt dirty to do but it can’t be all that bad. It’s not like he told the whole clan about the hole. He won’t do anything nasty while looking at you. He would make a mental note instead.

It began a pattern that Kuai Liang and Bi-Han started to notice. Every time you went to shower after training or a mission, Tomas had somewhere to go. Every. Single. Time. It was highly suspicious to the point that Kuai Liang had to investigate for himself. This day was the day he would find out what Tomas was up to.

At this moment you were scrubbing your hair with your shampoo as Tomas took a peek at you through the hole. His breathing grew heavy as his mind ran wild. The thought of showering with you made his hormones rage. He would hug you from behind, feeling his skin against yours. His lips and hands would travel on your body. His tongue would trace up your neck while his hands would go down between your legs…

“What are you doing?” Kuai Liang asked in pure confusion.

Tomas gasped but quickly covered his mouth as he turned towards Kuai Liang. He didn’t realize his brother had snuck into the room. He was stuck in his mind having his dirty fantasy. Kuai Liang’s eyes drifted to the hole in the wall and heard the sound of running water. Before he could get closer, Tomas caved. He doesn’t like hiding anything from Kuai Liang so he spilled everything. How he found the hole, where the hole leads to, and how he does this every time. This was a surprise since he didn’t expect his brother to act this way. He would have scolded him but…he too was curious.

He's human too. His hormones sometimes drive his decisions and right now they were taking the wheel. He had the same thought process as Tomas: this is an opportunity to see you in all your glory. He felt shame in this but he assumed it was only him and Tomas who knew of this hole. They will keep their lips zipped.

Kuai Liang signaled for his brother to quiet down. He knelt down beside him and slowly leaned his face towards the hole. Oh yup, that’s you all right. Wet and naked with the suds of the shampoo washing off of you. His eyes followed the bubbles as they traveled over your curves. He slowly pulled back and looked at Tomas. He thought Kuai Liang was about to yell at him before he said in a calm voice,

“How long do they shower?”

Tomas stared blankly for a few seconds before responding, “About forty minutes. They do their hair, then their face, then the rest of their body. They make sure to clean everywhere.”

“We will switch every five minutes, understood?” Kuai Liang asked.

Tomas nodded frantically. Kuai Liang immediately went back to peeking at you. He’ll right his wrongs when you finish your shower. He’ll tell Tomas they can’t ever do that again no matter how tempting it is. He will take what he has gained now and cherish it in his mind. He has a good memory. So that image of you letting the water run over your hair with the front of your body right in front of him will stay in his head for many years. That will be useful when he is struggling to fall asleep.

Twenty minutes into your shower and the brothers were eating this up. It was like they were in their own world where they were fantasizing about you. They were so stuck in this world that they had no idea that Bi-Han was looking for them. They were gone for too long. He asked all the clansmen and they all pointed him towards the direction of the supply room. When he found him they were bickering silently about whose turn it was.

“What is going on here?” Bi-Han questioned as he got closer.

They both shushed him which left him stunned. Who do they think they are trying to silence their grandmaster? Bi-Han was already set off. He didn’t allow them to explain the whole situation. His eyes drifted to the hole since they were arguing near it. He already concluded that it was the issue. He pushed Kuai Liang and Tomas out of the way before kneeling and looking for himself. Alright, he moved too fast. He was not prepared to see you naked with soap all over your body. He just found his new favorite thing. Soapy bodies are hot.

“Were you both-“He was about to ask them if they were peeking at you but they covered his mouth. They couldn’t risk you hearing.

Except this time you did hear it. You were already hearing the bickering and whispering on the other side but you passed it off as you hearing things. But hearing Bi-Han’s voice also clearly was the nail in the coffin. You started looking around to figure out where they could have been and why you were hearing them. You did a double take behind you when you saw…a hole! Oh no! You had no idea how you could have missed that. It must have been because you were always tired when you went to shower that you never noticed little things like that. You started connecting the dots in your head and you decided to press your ear against the wall to see if you could hear anything they were saying.

“And you decided not to tell us?” Bi-Han growled.

“If I told you would you have done anything different to what we were doing?” Tomas shot back.

“Do not accuse me of anything, Tomas. You are the guilty one who has involved us now.”

Involved? What does that mean?

It means Bi-Han wouldn’t have done anything differently. He would have peeked at you multiple times as well. He’s more upset that Tomas was keeping this fact from him than being upset with him looking this whole time.

“Do not prevent me from looking.” He ordered them.

“But brother-“

“Obey your grandmaster, Kuai Liang.”

He kept Kuai Liang and Tomas at a distance before looking back. You already moved away from the wall and tried to act natural. This shower cannot go on for much longer. You washed the soap off your body quickly. Your hands ran over your body which excited Bi-Han. Your hands went over every curve, bringing his attention to all of them. But when it was just getting good you turned the water off. You quickly grabbed your towel and wrapped it around yourself before quickly getting out of the bathroom. Bi-Han groaned in frustration. He barely had time to enjoy you.

When they decided to leave the door suddenly swung open. You stood there, towel wrapped around you and your body still dripping with water. You crossed your arms and looked at them for an explanation. Kuai Liang was about to give you one but Bi-Han was quick to move the blame onto Tomas. Tomas was not staying for what was to come so he threw down a smoke bomb and teleported away. That left you with two guilty suspects. They were stumped. There was no lie that could get them out of this one.

“If you so badly wanted to watch me shower you could have asked. Weirdos.” You said before walking back to your room.

Huh? Did they hear that right? The brothers looked at each other to confirm if what you said was actually spoken. Suddenly Tomas pops out from behind some of the weapons with a look of sadness.

“How were we supposed to know we could ask?”

They stared at him blankly. They couldn’t even get upset with him for bailing on them. Were you actually serious? Well, if you were, Bi-Han will be the first to ask. He deserves it. He is your grandmaster.

After notes: I need to stop biting my fingers because it physically hurt to type this. Can't have anything in this damn state. Adiós!

[lxcalmenace]

Some silly scenarios with bluelock boys

Based on this headcanon post

Characters included < Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Rin, Sae and Kaiser > X gn!reader (separate)

tw: none?

⟡Isagi Yoichi - Gets into twitter discourse.

After what felt like months, it seemed that yours and Isagi's schedules had finally aligned. You entered his apartment and made your way to the living room to greet Isagi; just then you saw him sitting on the couch, a furrowed expression crossing his face and his phone in his hand. He was aggresively typing and scrolling on his phone that he failed to notice you taking a seat next to him.

"Oh shoot I didn't see you, sorry", he mutters as he shifts, allowing you to sit comfortably.

"Are you seriously arguing on twitter?," was all you said that made Isagi look away in embarrassment. Ofcourse he didn't want to admit it straight away but he was indeed losing the said argument.

"You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone right? And who even takes twitter seriously nowadays?"

You watched as Isagi let of a small huff before turning off his phone. Without a word, he pulled you in a gentle embrace as the rest of your evening blurred out into soft giggles and tender moments.

⟡Bachira Meguru - Very willing to eat inedible things.

You have been waiting to buy those food inspired scented candles for God knows too many days now; until finally, you managed to get your hands on one of them recently. It was a pancake inspired candle. It was so realistic that you could barely tell it was fake—if it weren’t for the wick sticking out of the top, you might have thought it was an actual pancake

As you opened the box, the mouthwatering, sugary smell of pancakes hit you, spreading throughout the room. This candle was too realistic and just like that, Bachira was willing to sink his teeth into the wax block.

"If it smells so good, it has to taste good too! Let me have just a bite please [name]," he whined. Bro dropped to his knees begging and pleading in exaggerated desperation- as if he would've perished due to hunger right then and there. You couldn't help but chuckle at this sight.

"Ok fine...A little bite won't hurt, but don't come complaining to me later," you sighed as you surrendered the candle to Bachira.

Disgust. Pure disgust washed over his face after he took the bite. He looked at you with teary eyes as he desperately tried to get rid of the nasty taste of the wax; which in response, you just shrugged in a 'I told you so' manner. After helping him wash his mouth and feeding him chocolates to counter the unpleasant flavor, you both finally settled down. Bachira swore that he wouldn't eat anything weird after this incident.

He tried eating cotton the next week.

⟡Nagi Seishiro - Uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

Nagi was out shopping for some groceries while you were tagging alone for some snacks. It was a sunny day, you both entered the supermarket; Nagi took the basket as you made your way inside. He thinks shopping for basic necessities is a hassle and thus the reason for you tagging along to keep him company. You were free to get anything you wanted so you looked around the store, but nothing caught your eye. So you decided to go back, you spotted your tall boyfriend and made your way towards him. He was in the hygiene isle, eyeing down some shampoo bottles.

"Do you seriously use 2-in-1 shampoo? -" you ask, raising your eyebrow. Nagi looked at you with an unbothered expression as he shrugged, "Uh, yeah. Been using that since forever"

"Why are you asking me this, something wrong with it?" the tall male added while casually putting another bottle in the cart.

"Your hair is always so silky and soft; Its hard to believe that a simple 2-in-1 could give you those results. I mean, people spend a ton of money on haircare products, to achieve what you have, you know?" you replied.

"Then, thanks to my genes, I guess," he smirked as he turned around to look at you. You couldn't help but sigh and let out a chuckle. There was absolutely no point in arguing with Nagi- He always managed to win, even when he wasn't trying. You raised your hands as if you were surrendering, and then you both made your way further into the store.

Nagi is a simple guy, and slowly over time, you are starting to find comfort in his simplicity.

⟡Rin Itoshi - Plays roblox.

"Rin, dinner's ready, come down!" You yelled from the kitchen whilst serving the food on the table. A few unresponsive minutes passed, so you decided to fetch Rin yourself; thinking he might be in the shower or taking a nap. Making your way to the shared bedroom, you knocked on the door before poking your head through.

There he was, sitting on his gaming chair, with the lights out, playing..roblox..? You observed him for a couple of minutes, his face was illuminated by the screen, ever so unfazed; Rin was too immersed playing The Mimic that he failed to notice you slowly creeping up on him. The only time Rin was caught off guard was when you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. You swore you saw Rin's face go pale for a second as his eyes widen in surprise. "You play roblox?," you asked as you raised your brows in amusement.

He took off his headset and he nodded, "Is dinner ready?"

"It is"

"Alright"

You both stared at each other.

"Can we play Dress to impress later? Rin please-"

"NO."

Few moments later, the dark haired striker was seen playing Dress to impress, all the bright colors and outfits flashed on his screen display.

"You're doing incredibly well, who would've thought you had those designer skills in you Rinnie," you teased him

"Oh shut up...I just don't like losing, ok?" he scoffed but there was a small smile creeping on his lips.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing very well that he only agreed to play this if only you were ready to join him in his horror games. It was a win-win situation for both of you.

⟡Sae Itoshi - Had an emo phase

Your phone was buzzing for quite some time now so you finally decided to check who was texting you at this time of the night. Sae was on his way home from practice; Deciding to stay up and wait for him to get home, you layed down on the couch while keeping a random movie playing in the background. As you opened the chat, you couldn't help but burst into laughter- There were old pictures of Sae; eyes lined with eyeliner, hair was dyed dark and swooped to a side and he was wearing dark clothes. You saved all the pictures one by one as you swiped for more, that's when you heard the door open- signaling that Sae had returned home. Quickly turning off your phone, you were trying so hard to contain your laughter, but a giggle escaped your lips.

Sae muttered a small, "What are you up to [name]?" before raising an eyebrow at you. He knew that you had something cooking up due to the way you were smiling at him.

"Sae," you purred, "if hypothetically someone were to leak your embarrassing pictures, what would you do?" you grinned.

You watched as Sae's expressions went from neutral to that of pure horror.

"[Name] don't you dare-" he warned.

"I'm not saying that I have any embarrassing pictures of you tho," you replied, "It was a hypothetical question, unless," a smirk formed on your lips as you looked at Sae. "You never know what could happen next."

His eyes widen in disbelief, he knew that you had something against him. "Fine, I don't have the energy to do this. Tell me what do you want," he sighed, giving up. "But atleast show me these hypothetical pictures you have acquired, and where did you even get them from?"

You giggle as you showed him all of the pictures; to which he openly cringed hard. He was definitely not expecting this. It brought back so many of his memories before going to Spain. He sighed as he accepted his faith and made his way to the bedroom to freshen up. You typed a quick 'Thank you' and sent the chat.

"Rin reacted '👍' to your chat."

⟡Michael Kaiser - Sleeps in till noon

'12:27'

It was past noon. You had finished making breakfast, eating it, doing some chores around the house, watering the plants, having a small snack and watching a few episodes of your favorite show, and yet your boyfriend was still in your bed, sleeping peacefully. You would've chalked it up to him being tired, but he had gone to bed exceptionally early too. It was starting to concern you now. What if he was not feeling well? You made your way to the bedroom and entered it silently. There he was, soft breathing and sleeping peacefully. You sat down beside him and gently touched his forehead to check if he was sick. Everything was fine. You decided to run your fingers through his messy bed hair, untangling any small knots. Michael slowly started to stir and the first thing he did was kiss your hand, which made your lips morph into a small smile.

"Good morning, mein Schatz," He mumbled groggily, "What time is it?" he asked while rubbing his eyes. He let out a yawn as he sat up your bed

"Its good afternoon now, wake up Micha," you continue to run your fingers through his blonde locks as he embraced you, still feeling sleepy.

You pat his head, "C'mon have your lunch, you must be hungry."

"Are you on the menu?" he muttered against your shoulder.

". . ."

"Then no, I dont want to eat"

"Michael no-"

Not proofread so ignore any mistakes and ty for reading !!

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Perfect hair

Carlos Sainz x reader

Summary: Due to a dare, you have complete control over Carlos's hair.

Warning: Nothing just fluff.

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It was an innocent game at least until they brought Carlos's hair into it as a dare. Honestly, he didn't care much, but he started to worry seriously when they told him I would be the one to style his hair.

"Come on, Carlos, don't you trust me?" I asked, pouting as my boyfriend quickly moved away from me.

"Mi amor, yo trust you, I just don't believe in your hairdressing skills," he replied, and I pouted at those words. However, our friends encouraged Carlos, who kept refusing to let his beloved girlfriend touch his hair.

Lando stood up with a mischievous grin, trying to push the Spaniard into the bathroom of our shared house.

"Okay, Carlos, we won't let her touch your shiny and silky hair." Carlos, naively, followed him, rolling his eyes. When he realized where his best friend was leading him, he pulled away from the grip and started running around the house, chased by his ex-teammate.

The scene was quite hilarious; I couldn't stop laughing at how cute they were.

With a stealthy step, I approached Carlos. "Please, my love, I promise not to burn your hair," I said, wrapping my hands gently around his torso.

"Ay, mi amor…"

And so, we all gathered in the bathroom. Lando was filming while I, like a true hairdresser, explained all the steps.

"First, we wash the hair," I said, smiling as I turned on the tap. Carlos grunted in disapproval at the excessively hot water.

"Sorry," I quickly said, and to make it up to him, I gave him a massage both when I applied the shampoo and the conditioner.

"Guys, here you see a relaxed Carlos for the first time," said Lando, capturing the paradisiacal expression on the boy's face as he closed his eyes, enjoying the attention I was giving him.

"I'm always relaxed, cabrón."

Shortly after, I dried his hair at a low temperature, trying in some strange way to style it.

"How is it?" I asked my boyfriend. He looked in the mirror, fixing a stray hair, and turned to me laughing.

"Mi vida, te amo," he said, giving me a sweet, light kiss on the lips.

The next day, at the track, everyone was complimenting Carlos's hair. During an interview in the paddock, instead of talking about race prospects, the journalist asked him about his new look. Carlos laughed, briefly explaining the story behind his new style and praising my improvised hairdressing skills.

"It was an interesting experience," Carlos said, laughing. "But I must admit the result was surprisingly good."

The race was exciting, and in the end, Carlos managed to get on the podium. When he took off his helmet, his hair was still perfectly in place. On Twitter, there was nothing else being talked about: Lando's video and Carlos's impeccable hair after the race had gone viral.

Back home, we celebrated Carlos's success. Sitting on the couch, Lando kept teasing him about his "new career" as a hairstyle model.

"You know," I said to Carlos as I hugged him, "we could make this a pre-race tradition. What do you think?"

He looked at me with a smile and infinitely loving eyes. "I would love that, but only if you're the one doing it."

We spent the rest of the evening laughing and reading online comments, happy to have shared such a special moment. And so, every time Carlos had an important race, I made sure to give him a little special treatment, becoming part of his lucky ritual.

[oo-delallymrcrow]

Bath Time

Summary: Torbek needs a bath and you happily help him get clean

A/N: I have tried posting this so many times, and I'm going to just throw my phone away, ugh! But I'm so happy to get this posted, and it's my first request from @amethyst-gemstone , so I hope you like it! Torbek is so sweet and I just want to wrap him in a fluffy blanket and cuddle up to him!

“Now Torbek I told you once and I ain't telling you again. Get. In. The bath.”

You join the rest of the group after finishing cleaning up dinner to hear Kremy getting frustrated with Torbek. You peek your head into his room and stifle a laugh at the scene.

Torbek, this giant bugbear that could most likely take down Kremy, cowering as Kremy scolds him and blocks his path to the door.

You give a little knock and smile at the alligator and bugbear as they turn their attention to you.

“What's going on?”

Kremy sighs and takes off his top hat as he runs a hand over his head before gesturing to Torbek.

“I told him that he would not be joining us for dinner until he cleans himself up. He rolled around in the mud days ago and I think the smell is starting to affect all of us.”

“But you said Torbek smelled fine yesterday Mr. Kremy!”

You looked up at Torbek as he looks saddened by what Kremy said. He looks to you with a pleading look on his face.

“Do you think Torbek needs a bath (Y/N)?”

“Yes Torbek. I think you do need a bath.”

You placed a hand on Kremy's shoulder before gesturing him out of the room.

“Don't worry. I'll make sure Torbek gets his bath and we'll join you guys for dinner.”

Kremy gives you a thankful look before nodding his head and leaving. You turn back to Torbek with the same sad face he gave Kremy and click your tongue before pointing to the bathroom.

“I'll help you get cleaned up Torbek. Now let's get going so we're not late too dinner or else Gideon will eat it all.”

“You-” he blinked in surprise, “you want to help Torbek?”

“Of course,” you say gently as you give him a soft look. “I'll always help you if you need it. Now, let's get you to the bath.”

As Torbek lumbered past, you caught a whiff of him and had to blink the tears from your eyes. He definitely needed that bath.

You followed after him and stood beside him as he stared down at the bath. You let him take a moment as you started the bath. Letting the tub fill with hot water before letting it go to warm, you searched the shelves for soap. You opened a few bottles before finding a labeled bottle called ‘bubble bath’.

You hummed and poured some into the bath as it formed bubbles. You turned off the water and turned to Torbek as his expression was now pleased at the smell of the soap.

“Why don't you get undressed while I look for some conditioner.”

Torbek's ears twitched, “ok Torbek will do that.”

You nod and turn back to the shelf and found a pair of rosemary and lavender shampoo and conditioner. As you turned around, you quickly shut your eyes with a shout.

“Torbek, can you get in the bath? I believe I forgot to say that part after getting dressed.”

“Oh yeah.”

You hear a splash of water and waited a few more minutes before peeking an eye open. Once you see Torbek submerged in the bath you let out a breath before placing the bottles you held on the counter. You look around for something to dump water on Torbek but couldn't find anything.

“One moment Torbek. I need to grab something.”

“Are you leaving Torbek?”

“No, well yes,” you quickly try to calm his panicking as he tries to stand up. “But I'll be right back, I promise.”

You glance around again and find a rubber duck by the sink. You grab it and give it a squeeze, as it squeaks, you hold it out to Torbek.

“Here. Can you hold that for me until I get back?”

He stops himself from getting up before settling back into the bath. He holds out his large hand as you place it there. He brings it close to his face as he smiles and gently squeezing it like you had before.

“Torbek likes the ducky. Torbek will take care of it until you come back.”

“Ok I'll be real quick,” you smile as this little rubber ducky looks so small compared to Torbek but he holds it so gently to make sure it is safe.

You quickly rush out and down the stairs to get to the kitchen. Twig and Kremy were in there preparing dinner ad you opened a cabinet and found a big pitcher.

“What are you doing?”

Twig looked up at you with her big eyes and you held up the pitcher in victory.

“I'm helping Torbek take a bath. Need something to get water all over him.”

“Oh ok. Just make sure to wash it when you're done.”

“Will do Twig,” you call out as you go back up the stairs and back into the bathroom.

You realized how ridiculous Torbek looked inside of this bath tub. His legs bent and sticking out of the water, the way he was bent over playing with the little rubber ducky as he pushed it around the water. He blinked up at you as you entered and proudly explained.

“The ducky can float in the water! Torbek loves the little duck!”

“That's great Torbek,” you smile and come closer holding up the pitcher. “I'm going to start pouring water on you, ok?”

“Ok.”

You dunk the pitcher into the bath water before pouring it over his back, his hair getting soaked and the water turning into a brown color. You grimaced at the sight but still use the water. You hold it up as Torbek stares at it before turning his head to you.

“I'm gonna pour this over your head, alright?”

He nods and continues to stare at you. You narrow your eyes before holding the pitcher up a little more.

“You need to close your eyes Torbek.”

“Oh ok sorry (Y/N).”

He shut his eyes tight as you poured the water over the back of his head first before slowly pouring it over his face. He started to shake his head and it hit you like a wet dog shaking out its hair. You laughed a bit but kept pouring him with water.

Once his hair was properly soaked you grabbed the shampoo and decided between putting it in your hands or just putting it on him. You decided to put it straight on him and start scrubbing it into his hair. He made a surprised sound but hummed in content. Your hands were already getting mud mixed into the soap and sticks and leaves fell into the water.

You shook your head with a smile but continued to bath Torbek. You poured soap in your hands and asked him to close his eyes again to start washing his face and the top of his head.

“Torbek is very grateful that you're bathing Torbek.”

“Oh of course Torbek. I'm gonna make sure you're nice and clean.”

“The soap tastes gross but smells good.”

You're washing his arm when he mentioned that the soap tastes gross. You lowered his arm and looked at him sticking out his tongue to catch the foamy bubbles. You laughed and continued washing his arm.

“I don't think you're supposed to eat it Torbek.”

You continued washing and pouring water to rinse off the shampoo before draining the water. You refilled it with clean water and rinsed him again before conditioning him.

“What's that?”

“It's a conditioner Torbek. It will make your hair soft and fluffy.”

“Oh,” he made a pleased noise, “Torbek would looovvee to be soft and fluffy. Maybe people would like to touch Torbek more, like with hugs.”

“Torbek, do you want to hug more?”

He hummed as he pushed his ducky around.

“Torbek is very lonely and would like to have more physical intimacy with Torbek's friends.”

“Well,” you started conditioning the back of his head, “if you ever need a hug Torbek just come find me, ok?”

“You would let Torbek hug you? Whenever he wanted to?”

He turned to face you and you smiled softly with a nod.

“Whenever you want to hug Torbek. I'll be there for you.”

As you finished your sentence, Torbek reached his long arms out and pulled you into a hug. You yelped as your clothes got soaked through but returned the hug as he nuzzled into you. You sat like that for a while before you pulled away.

“Alright let's finish your bath. Then we'll have a nice meal and you can come hug me whenever you want.”

“Ok!”

Torbek happily let you go before turning back around. He was humming a tune as he kept playing with the duck. You then finished up the bath and found a big towel for Torbek to wrap up in. It only covered his waist but it was good enough. You went and found some more towels to dry Torbek off.

He, of course, shook his body to get the water off before you threw a towel on him and started drying him off. He moved his limbs up when you needed to get dry there, using multiple towels just to get it done. You found a hair brush in the bathroom and started to brush out his hair.

“Oh Torbek smells so clean and feels so soft.”

You smiled as you looked through his closet and found some soft pajama pants and a very large t-shirt. You let him get dressed as you waited in the hall. When his door opened you cheered as the clothes fit him and he smiled sheepishly.

“Torbek is very grateful to have such a good friend to help him.”

“You're welcome Torbek. I'm happy to be your friend and to help you out whenever you need.”

You look down at yourself before sighing.

“How about you head down for dinner and I'm going to go get changed into something more dry.”

“Ok Torbek will do that.”

He them lumbered down the stairs as you turned to head to your room to change clothes. As you finished up, you excited your room to hear a loud cry from downstairs. You rushed down to see Hootsie, covered in mud, jumping and cuddling into Torbek.

“No! No! Torbek just had a very nice bath! Torbek doesn't want to get dirty again!”

“Oh Hootsie. Get down from uncle Torbek and let's go get you a bath. Sorry Torbek she must have really liked how you smelt.”

Gricko grimaced as Hootsie scampered up the stairs and followed after her. You gave him a nod as he returned it as you looked back to Torbek.

He looked up at you with large, wet, sad eyes as he pulled his shirt out to look at the damage.

“Torbek was just clean,” he whimpered.

You took in a deep breath before calling out, “come on Torbek. Let's get you into the bath.”

He quickly followed you up the stairs with a happy cheer as you shook your head with a laugh and went into his room.

[nanaminsmoon]

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

A/N: i started this last night because i was listening to this song before i went to sleep:))

mdni. nsfw.

cw; oral (fem receiving), just cute domestic vibes.

wc: 1306

on those days where you need peace of mind, best believe ony will help you get it. you'd shuffle around first thing in the morning, to find your bed empty. but before you can call for your boyfriend, your weary body would fall back into deep slumber. the next time you woke up, it'd be to your boyfriend beside you. black durag tied around his head as he sat leaning against the headboard, fingers mindlessly scrolled through his phone. he'd notice your waking form, and his soft hand would stroke your cheek.

“you awake?”, he would ask you softly, and you'd respond with a sleepy hum.

as soon as you got up to go brush your teeth, he'd open the curtains and windows and light some incense in your room—cleansing out all the negative energy. when you came out of the bathroom, you'd see him making the bed and your favourite tea sat on the nightstand.

“where would i be without you, baby?”, you would pout, a hand to your chest as you walked over to your man to give him a kiss. you'd almost forget all your worries when your hands brushed against his toned abdomen. almost. but once everything flooded back, a wince would selfishly contort your features, and you'd pull back from him. ony would understand that it isn't him, he could see it in your face. and he had heard it fall from your lips last night when you cried to him about it. tears slipping onto his bare chest as you told him everything that was on your mind. last night, he had held you and whispered words of comfort onto your soft brown skin.

and now, he was washing your hair and massaging your scalp as ‘piece of mind’ by lauryn hill played in the background. a hand at the top of your forehead to ensure the shampoo didn’t get in your eyes. his trimmed fingertips moving in gentle circles all over your scalp as he hummed to the music playing. you wouldn’t have to move a muscle because, once he was done, he’d get a towel and wrap it around your head. then he’d carry you, bridal style, around the bathroom. you’d act as his arms, reaching for all your products, brushes, and combs. your final destination would be the living room.

“you're good, baby, i got you”, he spoke above you, as you sat in between his legs—cushion underneath you, as you watched whatever show you had picked to put on the tv. there’d be times where he'd randomly tell you to face up, then he'd place an amorous kiss atop your forehead.

he'd apply all your oils and leave in conditioners and even put your hair in twists for you. even putting on your pink bonnet for you once he was done. and his services were always delivered with a kiss on your lips. but this one was longer; not an ounce of lust was present, he just wanted to love on you. ony cared about you more than he did himself. whenever you had bad days, he just did what you needed of him. he didn't rush you—as much as he hated seeing you unlike your usual, smiley, self. no longer asking him dumb questions like ‘would you love me if i was a worm?’ or ‘who you saving first if we're drowning, me or connie?’ (you are the answer every single time). he missed your laugh, and the way you'd roll your eyes at him slapping your ass, even though you loved it. he even missed the way you’d ask to slap his ‘as payback’. but he couldn't rush you. he let you sit in whatever you were feeling and was the steady hand you reached for on your way up.

you'd soon find out that he had disappeared this morning to make you your favourite breakfast, and you ate it fighting back tears. an outpour caused by an overload of emotions from both the situation you were facing, and the love ony was feeding you. literally.

“you can let it all out, ma”, you were sat on the sofa, and he pulled the tray of food onto the coffee table, before pulling you onto his lap. your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“holding it isn't gonna help you. let it all go, i'm here, you'll be okay.”, and that was all you needed for the flood gates to be knocked down and for you to just bawl onto his bare chest. again.

ony would comfort you, and put you back in bed when the emotions hurled you into another deep slumber. when you woke up, he'd be showered and changed into a white tank top and grey shorts, his signature gold chains around his neck. he hadn't noticed you walking into the kitchen, too busy making your lunch. until he felt arms wrap around his torso.

“why you got a shirt on?”, you'd pout, your words muffled as your cheeks pressed against his back.

“’d it make you feel better if i took it off?”, he chuckled, and you nodded furiously. so he did. he moved your arms, reached behind him, and pulled it over his head. placing it on the kitchen island once it was off. his torso wouldn't be bare for long before you covered it in shimmery, glossed kisses.

he would notice how you're looking at him during lunch, but he'd pay it no mind. he didn't like having sex when you weren't feeling like yourself—it didn't feel right. but when you would beg him that way you always did, affirming it would lift your mood, he would carry you to your shared bedroom. you would be lightly placed on the bed before your panties were slid off, and his hands were wrapped around your thighs, his tongue slowly travelling between your folds. your wetness would gloss his lower face, and the soft incantations you let out would bring a smile to his face. although he needed you more then anything, for now, he would just have to stick to rubbing himself through his shorts.

that man would draw three orgasms from you using only his mouth and fingers. then, as he gave you your post-nut cuddles, an alarm would ring in his head. telling him that he had yet to make you dinner. you’d suggest ordering some food, but he’d decline. on days like these, he wanted to make you something himself. he wanted to feed you something infused with his love for you. something homemade he knew was good for you, not something he said would make you feel ’sluggish’. you’d accompany him in the kitchen and, at first, he’d refuse your offers to help.

”this is for you, baby. all you should have to do is eat”, he’d tell you, pressing another kiss to your temple. but you’d press on, saying that it made you feel useful. so he’d accept; it’s your day, whatever you want, you’ll get. just like any other day.

food made, and eaten, the rest of the evening would consist of ony doing whatever it takes for you to feel better. movies, long conversations, music, dancing to slow songs in the living room with your sunset lamp creating the perfect mood lighting. if it made you smile, it made ony smile too. his friends would call him extra, but he just loves you. and knowing you feel extra loved when you're at your lowest gives him some peace of mind.

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[dottieisdotting]

at home pampering ; C.B.C

requested?: no

pairing(s):Bangchan x gender neutral!reader 

Genre:fluff, little angst (overworking)

warning(s):kissing,neck kisses,back hugs,handling ,BLONDE! Bangchan,head scratches, l bombs

Summary:Chan is overworking himself so reader helps him destress

word count: 956

A/N; another little drabble out. I struggled ngl but it's out and I'm currently still taking requests and writing my own things. feel free to like, comment and repost. make sure you are heated and fed. have a lovely day/night. mwah!

It was a day just like any other,Chan working his arse off in the studio and constantly draining himself of his energy. You had told him many times before but he brushed it off and told you that he was fine and okay. 

Now,you never believed him of course, you being his partner you knew the signs of him overworking and pushing himself to the limits.

It was around 7pm when Chan walked through your shared apartment door,ridding himself of his shoes, jacket and placing his keys on the hook. You greet him with a smile on your face and food ready to be eaten at the table. 

Chan walks over to you and kisses your temple with a mumbled “evening”  you usher him to sit down at the table to eat. He sits and eats,talking about his day then asks you about yours. You tell him what had happened when you went out shopping this morning when he'd left for work already.

He eats and nods and hums every so often to show you that he was listening to you and your little rants of today. He had always loved your rants,talking about anything and everything it made him fall for you more and more everyday. 

Soon he finishes his food and sits back,eyes full of adoration for you as you waffle on about a cute dog you had seen today but also mentioning,not to hurt Chan’s feelings, that Berry was a lot cuter. He smiles when you say that and gently grabs your waist,shimmying you over to stand in between his legs so he could rest against your stomach. ”d’you want a bath? I’ll put all my balt salts’n’everything for you”. He nods and you walk through to the bathroom,turning the tap to the correct temperature.

“Chan please come to the bathroom,your bath is ready”. You wait for him before he appears at the door with a sleepy smile on his face,his hair a little messy. ”strip please?”, you ask softly as he follows your orders,rids himself of his clothes and climbs into his bath,ready to be pampered because he deserved it.

You leave a small chaste kiss on his lips and turn to grab the showerhead to wet his hair. You could hear the relief when he sighed as he felt the warm water pool around him, helping his sore muscles. His hair now wet, you grab some of your shampoo and squirt some on your hands, and you rub it into Chan’s hair,massaging it and making it all soapy and sudsy. You giggle softly as his head is covered with bubbles. He smiles too and looks at you. He loved seeing you all happy and relaxed and an extra was he was getting taken care of.

Your nails were long enough to scratch at his scalp softly as he relaxed into your touch,groaning quietly as he closed his eyes. You smile as you see him relax for the first time in a while.”does it feel good,love?” he hums in response as you start to wash away the shampoo from his hair. 

Once it was all removed you kiss his forehead,then nose then his lips in a soft, meaningful kiss. You hold the kiss for a few seconds letting him savour it before pulling away. ”Conditioner time, Chan” you state as you grab your conditioner bottle and put some into your palm and slowly and carefully run your fingers through Chan’s hair,coating it in the product. ”Okay baby,just wait a couple minutes,tell me about your day?” 

He sits up slightly and turns to face you fully as he tells you about stage prep and sound check and everything that happened as you were completely immersed in his day,looking at him with so much love ”what is it baby?” he snaps you out of your love-stricken gaze with a soft hold of your arm

”God ,I'm in love,so deeply in love with you”  you whisper as you lean over and kiss him again. You pull away and repeat the process of washing out the conditioner from his blonde locks. 

Once that was done, you let the water out and grab Bangchan a towel and let him change in private to a hoodie and shorts. His natural curls were starting to show and you found it adorable. ”Channie, let me treat your curls” he hums in response and sits on your vanity chair as you stand behind him. ”You need to rest sometimes, baby. You're damaging yourself”  you whisper, kissing his head softly as you start to treat his curls properly.

You could feel the tension slowly leaving Chan’s body as your hands ran through his hair with the products. You finish soon after and hug him. He stares at you through the mirror before standing up making his way to the kitchen for some water. He grabs 2 glasses, one for each of you and fills them up with cold water.

Chan climbs the stairs and enters your shared room once more seeing you in the bed wrapped up with a movie ready. He smiles and feels his heart warming at the sight of his precious partner. He places your water on your bedside table,kissing your temple then walks around the bed to his side and does the same. He gets comfortable, pulling you close as the movie starts. 

The movie plays and you feel yourself slipping to sleep but not before Chan so you turn off the tv and cuddle into him, kissing his knuckles softly whispering a soft ”i love you” before falling into a deep slumber yourself

[mistyresolve]

| Give Me One More - Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count - 3.9k 

Warnings/Tags - explicit, swearing, 18+ ONLY,  praise, overstimulation, fingering, hj, spitplay, unprotected sex, creampie 

Summary - The reader has never dealt with the heat very well. So when it’s time for sleep and they are having a hard time staying still Simon comes up with a plan to tire them out.

A/N - i am a firm believer that our mr. simon “ghost” riley is a service top, and is really in tune with his partner. 

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It was the heat of summer, and it was hotter than the devil's anus. The original plan was to go out for a shopping day with a couple of friends, but it was cancelled for fear of heat stroke. In lieu of that, you stayed inside for the day and eat ice cubes on the couch while hate-watching "Days of Our Lives".

You had sent Simon a text midday to tell him he might have to pick up food on his way home because there was no way you were turning on the oven. He replied an hour later with: “Tacos.” He had also been oh so generous to bring you a slurpy too. The treat was so cold that there was precipitation dripping down the sides. Simon wasn’t able to tell you the flavour but it was a red one (chances were high it was cherry). It stained your tongue and lips that same obnoxious red. Simon had snuck a few sips for himself and he might have gotten away with it if it weren’t for the stain on his own mouth. He had a goofy grin when you confronted him, and he still tried to deny it.  

When Simon disappeared into the ensuite to take a shower, you had followed him in. Steam rolled out from the glass but without being asked he turned the tap a little on the colder side for you. You squeezed a little shampoo onto his open palm and he set to massage it into your hair creating a thick lather. Extra attention at the temples and pressure points are the base of your neck. He spun you around to face him before dipping your head back into the water to rinse it all away. He placed a tender kiss on your exposed throat. Despite trying you couldn’t fight the smile back and laced your finger into his hair.    

“It’s getting so long,” you commented, tugging at his scalp lightly. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, you liked him no matter what he did. It was the fact that he never lets it get this long, knowing preferring his hair cropped for it was more comfortable under the mask, “Is it busy at work?” you asked. It would explain the hair and the tired eyes. 

You knew what his job description was but never the details. It was both a security and moral issue. The relationship was a little rocky at the beginning when you were first coming to terms with the fact that he couldn’t completely open up to you. He did the best he could but some things he held tight to his chest. 

Your gaze shifted to the copious scars and imperfections in his skin. Tracing a finger on a particularly gruesome slash on his bicep. He had told you it was from shrapnel, a rouge sheet of metal from a vehicle. Each time he returned for a mission you checked him for new injury. More often than not there was. Some wounds were smaller, little white lines peppering his arms and across his chest. Like little flecks of glitter against his skin. Some wounds were more harrowing. A few of them were nearly fatal. Like the angry stars that were left behind by bullets. Those ones you always paid extra attention to when you were on top of him. Running your open mouth across his skin. 

His dark eyes flicked to your face as he moved to work the conditioner into your hair. You ran your finger up his arm to his lips and the little fading scar there. He’s yet to tell you where that one came from, all he’s said was that it was from before he enlisted. He pressed a kiss to the pads of your fingers. 

“It’s picking up, yes,” his voice was rougher, as if it were covered in char and gunpowder.  Even today the juxtaposition of your delicacy a juxtaposition to his occupation stuns him.

“Are they going to send you away?” You closed your eyes as the water and soap started to fall over your face. He quickly washed it all out so he could pull you out of the onslaught of water. 

“Probably…not for long though. I’ll be speedy this time,” he flashed you a cocky smile, revealing faint lines around his eyes. The identical indents on his cheeks make you cup his face and turn it away from you. He was gorgeous, and sometimes it was a little too much for you to handle. 

Once out of the shower, he let you wash any remaining black paint around his eyes with your array of skin care. Envy bubbled up into your chest for the length of his lashes.  You let him smell your brand new rose toner, and he agreed when you asked if it smelt like candy. You tried to give him an overnight lip mask, but he swatted your hand away. He quibbled that if anyone found out he let you do that the damage to his reputation would be irreversible.    

You padded after him back to the bedroom, and he tossed one of his shirts over his shoulder to you. You slipped into it, catching the underwear he tossed next. You give him a distasteful look. He picked the skimpiest, laciest pair he could possibly find. He had pulled on a loose pair of grey sweatpants, forgetting a shirt. His dog tags flashed as the light from the bathroom hit them. He leaned back against the dresser, resting his elbows behind him. His chosen position allowed you a view of his chest and thick waist. How many times have you run your hands up and down that body? Fingers following each ripple and dip of muscles. You eyed him as you pulled them on, slowly. Very slowly. A muscle in his jaw twitched as his brown eyes narrowed in on the action.     

He made to grab at your waist when you hopped out of his reach. “It’s too hot for that tonight.” 

He feigned innocence with a languid shrug, his broad shoulders raising and falling, “I wasn’t going to do anything.” 

While you finished getting ready for bed he completed his nightly routine making sure all windows and doors were closed and locked. He pulled the sheets back and jumped in, holding an opening for you to slide into. He made a sound of contentment as you melded yourself against him. Wriggling a little more than you needed you. 

“Careful, lassie. Play nice,” his accent grew thick as he wrestled with sleep. 

“Always,” you purred before turning to face him. 

Now that it was night and the sun had gone down, you half expected it to cool. To your dismay, it didn't. You shifted around the bed for an hour before finally kicking the blankets off your legs. A thin layer of sweat beaded on your chest and forehead. 

The arm that circled around you, squeezed "Stop your moving," Simon mumbled into your back.

You tried to. For a full minute, you remained still but when another unbearable heat wave hits, you threw his arm off you and spread out on your stomach. Simon half lifts his head and opens a single eye to glare at you. 

"You're like a furnace," you push his way from you, his body heat becoming unbearable. 

"Are ya calling me hot, lovey?" There was a hint of humour coating his weary words. 

"No. I'm saying that you're sweaty. The air is hot," you gasp, then add, "Are you not hot?" 

"No," He echoes, "I'm about to kick you to the floor if you don't shut up," 

You groaned a "no" into the pillow. Then you felt a hand lift the hair from your neck, letting cold air onto the newly exposed skin. A delicious chill ran down your back, and a small smile grew on your lips. 

"Then stop talking," his hand returned to you but this time to lift the back of your shirt. Again a cool breeze hit your back. You coo at him. Deft fingers run up and down your back, leaving goosebumps rising in his wake. 

"We need a fan," you turn your head to him to find his eyes on you. 

He flicked your forehead, hard enough for it to hurt and leave a red mark. You cover your forehead in shock. “Stop talking,” he says before turning away from you, “Or I’ll give you something to be all hot and bothered about.”

You freeze, considering. Then shake your head and rise from the bed. Then you kick off the flat sheet that was still tangled around your limbs and kneel on the bench that was situated in front of the window. You opened the window, leaning out as far as you could without the fear of falling out.  

“Lift your shirt for me,” You hear from back within the room. 

“Just ignore me some more. You did a really good job of it earlier,” You peek back into the room to see him rising from the bed. He freezes mid-motion when he sees that you see him. Then the both of you are moving. You're scrambling off the bench and making a break for the door. He nearly pounced on you, his arm going around your waist and the other around your mouth. He was surprisingly fast for his size. Then he’s lifting you off the ground, your bare legs flailing in the air, and hauling you back to the bed. Your fingers dig into the wrist of the hand covering your mouth. 

Then the world is on its side as he tosses you onto the sheets. You erupt into giggles. His hands flip you so you're on your back. Next, he's kneeling between your legs, hoving over you. He lowered his face so it was mere inches from yours, his teeth flashing as he snarls, “You’d make an awful boot, you don't listen to anything I say,” 

Resting your hands on his chest stopping him from coming any closer. Biting your lip you wrap your hand around his dog tags, not wanting him to leave either, “It’s too hot, Simon.” you still wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his groin closer to yours. 

He tilts his head to the side, the movement predatory. His eyes were impossibly darker from beneath his silken hair. Your breathing hitched at the sight. His eyes flick to the bedroom door, his expression giving away the fact that he was devising a plan. 

His hands go to your legs, removing them from around him. You’re about to object when he says, “I'll be right back,” and he vanishes out the door. You strained your ears to hear what he was doing but since he’s trained to remain unseen it was futile. 

Now alone, you rise up on your elbows and take the moment to scan the room. Not a single piece of clothing was laying on the floor. The TV neither of you uses had begun to collect dust, and you made a mental note to deal with it later. Behind the TV was a small collection of pictures. Most of them you had taken yourself. Some were taken in secret and sent to you at a later date. Almost all of them were of Simon and yourself.  One or two of them were of your late cat. 

On Simon’s bedside table was a picture that was taken by your own mother. It was you and him sitting on the stairs to the front porch. You were looking off to something ahead of you, your hands out as you spoke animatedly about something. What you were saying you couldn’t recall now. But Simon was looking directly at you, the softest of smiles gracing his usually snarky mouth, his eyes covered by the ratty blue baseball cap. Lord have mercy, he really was beautiful. You got it framed and snuck it onto the table, he never said anything about it being there, but he never moved it from its original place. In fact, you were pretty sure he adjusted it so it was facing the bed more. 

The door creaked open and Simon reentered, closing the door behind him. He with a glass of iced water. He downed half of it before handing the rest to you. You greedily finished off the rest. Ice tinkled in the glass as he placed it on the table next to the framed photo. Still standing above you he bites down and you hear the crunch of ice. A slick heat pools low in your abdomen. 

“Oh,” it’s barely a word as it comes out. Suddenly shy, you shove your hand into the covers to keep from grabbing at him. 

“Lay back for me?” it was hardly a question, but you still obeyed him. “Close your eyes.”

With your eyes closed you could hear him come closer to you. A calloused hand roamed to your side, lifting the shirt you are wearing up to just below your breasts. You released a slow breath, moving your own hands to his stomach feeling the hard muscle. Something cold and wet was placed on your bottom lip. You gasped, pulling back from the sensation. Ice cubes, you realize. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. 

He left a trail of cold from your mouth to your neck. His own lips, cold from ice water, follow, letting his teeth drag across your skin. You tilt your head back, allowing him access to your throat. You let out a small squeak when he grabs another ice cube, this time tracing a line on your stomach. Goosebumps rose on your skin, and your eyes flew open to look at him. He was looking back up at you, analyzing every line and curve of your face. 

"Better?" He said in a low voice. You hummed in response, your hands diving into his hair. "Good. Now shut yer fuckin’ mouth," 

He moves back up and puts his lips to yours, nipping at your lip. You open your mouth to him, his tongue diving in to explore you. Once again you wrap your legs around him, pulling him impossibly closer, tugging at the elastic of his sweats. All thoughts of the heat dissipated in the want of him. He pulled away from your mouth, leaving wet kisses down the length of your jaw, to the hollow of your throat, to your collarbone. It earned him a hard grind of your heat on him. 

“Simon,” your voice was breathy and needy. 

Then he was moving, lifting you to bring you back to the head of the bed. With his knees locking you in place, he raised above you to help take off your shirt. It disappeared into the shadows, and you were left bare to him, save for the little lacy panties of his choice. He was probably planning this from the beginning. 

“Fuckin’ ‘ell” he groaned and ran a hand up from your stomach, trailing between your breasts and landing at your throat. His fingers delicately curled. You arched your back into the touch, eyelids fluttering shut. Again sweat beaded on your chest and forehead, only this time it was from a different time type of heat. Simon mumbled something as he brought his lips back to yours, but it was far too low for you to catch. The free hand drifted down the apex of your thighs, his finger digging into the bundle of nervousness there. The sound that came out of your mouth merely motivated him. 

“Please,” you plead, grabbing his wrist with one hand, not to take it away but to make sure he doesn't remove it. He was silent as he worked you, little touches and small, tight circles. He wanted to observe all that he did to you. 

If it weren’t for the slight tremble in his breathing you might have assumed he wasn’t enjoying this. That and the excitement shining in his brown eyes. His restraint was always impressive, but you wanted to see him snap.        

Reach down between you and press your palm against the hardness hiding under his sweats. You traced the outline of his cock causing him to stumble in his movements, and eliciting an all male moan. His head fell to your shoulder. 

“Slow,” he whispered into your skin, his breath fanning across your neck. Agonizingly slow you slipped your hand into his pants. He jerked at the touch. “Shit.”

He rocked his hips into your hand, timing it perfectly with his fingers. You squeezed around the head, and a dirty dirty sound escaped him. His fingers halted for a second before he could find his mind again. This time he shifted your panties to the side, dipping into your arousal, and coating his thick fingers. 

“Jesus,” he muttered, looking down at his hand, “you dirty little thing. What do you want?”

“You,” you dragged a finger up this length.

“Nuh uh, tell me. Use your words,” he made a single teasing circle around your clit. 

“I want your fingers inside me,” the words came out quicker than you expected them to. “Please.”

“Atta girl,” he’d be damned if he didn’t oblige you. Slowly moving a single finger inside, allowing you time to adjust. When you were ready you shifted your hips, leisurely rolling them. “There you go. Show me how you like it.” 

He pumped once, twice. Added another finger. Then matched your rhythm, curling his fingers so they hit that one spot every time he dragged his fingers back out. Your hands continued with their own adventure, tugging his pants down just enough to free his cock. It knocked against his stomach, twitching when you grabbed him again. He sucked in a tight breath. 

“Just like that, good girl,” he groaned. His fingers picked up speed and so did your hand. Both chasing an apex. 

All you could manage was a strangled mess of words in response. You lifted your eyes to his only to see he was already looking at you. His brows taught with pleasure. Then a brash grin appeared. He removed his fingers from you, and you almost slapped him. The thought vanished when he shoved those same fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. A silent command to open up. You opened your mouth and he leaned forward to spit. The sound of it was lewd, but you revelled in it. You whimpered before closing your mouth around his digits and sucked, running your tongue underneath and between them. Showing him what you’d do if he put his cock in your mouth instead. 

“Put it in,” he gritted out if only to keep from whining. He pushed your panties off to the side again, allowing you access. You rubbed him around the wetness to make the entry easier. He was big, sometimes a little too big. Any bit of assistance you had you used when it came to him. Then you guided him in, biting down on his fingers to mediate the pain. He took his time, adjusting himself so he could place one hand on your hip and the other tangling in your hair. 

You moaned in unison as he bottomed out. You reached out to grasp his face, pulling it to yours to catch him in a hot open mouthed kiss. Teeth gnashing and tongues darting out to lick and breathe each other in. His fingers tightened on your hip, hard enough that little finger shaped bruises would appear tomorrow. The hand that was previously in your hair moved to your thigh, pressing your leg out and down into the bed, allowing him deeper inside your cunt. 

The room was filled with his guttural moans and your deprived whines. Along with the wet slapping sounds of him thrusting into your heat. You tightened around him and took that as a sign you were close because his movements became faster and deeper. One hand slapped over your mouth because you knew this apex was going to make you scream. You were already shaking, bucking against him. Your other hand grappled at the sheets, pulling at them in desperation. He shifted, bringing his knees underneath you so your hips were elevated, and both hands were at your hips, bringing you onto him. The position made it so he’d hit your g-spot, and that was the end of you. 

“Cum for me baby,” he huffed as he watched you stiffen and your eyes rolled. Your vision goes momentarily, and your back bowed off the bed. All followed by a choked sob. A hand flying to where you connected, pressing against his abdomen to try and slow his relentless pace. Before you were able to completely come down from the orgasm, he flipped you onto your stomach. “Give me one more.”

You mewed at him. His hand made a quick swipe along your cunt making you jolt and shoved himself back inside. He lifted your hips off the bed so you were on your knees. You were acutely aware of the slick that leaked down the inside of your thighs. With your ass still up for him you slid your upper half back down onto the bed, muffling your moans into the bed. He braced both his hands beside your head, the position reminding you just how much bigger he was than you. He captured one of your hand's underneath his, fingers intertwining. You used your free one to get underneath you and rub your clit. He noticed the action and lulled his forehead so it was resting on your back, his cock twitching inside of you. His own hand possessively replaced yours between your legs. 

Let me take care of you, it said.

You wrapped around his wrist, in case you needed to pull him away as you were nearing overstimulation. His breath fanned across your neck, and his lips found your skin. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin just below your ear.    

It felt like he was everywhere, engulfing you. All but one pillow had ended up on the floor, and you pulled it into your face, biting at the fabric as yet another climax hit you. It wasn’t long after you that Simon followed, his pace stuttering as he filled you. His last couple thrust harder and more desperate than the rest. He stifled a whimper and the sound of your name on his lips was like ecstasy. 

“Shit,” he said under his breath. Eyes watchful as he pulled out of you, and more specifically his cum leaking out. He dragged a finger up your cunt, catching it all before shoving it back inside. “Mm’my god.” 

You pulled away from his touch, even the slightest pressure right now would make you sob.

“I love you,” he turned you onto your side, his hand gentle on your skin. Skimming over your curves. 

“I love you more,” you teased, pushing his hair back away from his now-damp face. Your heart skipped at the sight of him. When he was completely at ease like this he looked so youthful. Every worry and burden lifted off his shoulders ever so slightly. 

“Want a wet cloth?” he leaned into your touch, before pulling away when you nodded. 

He returned with a warm, damp cloth. Wiping at you as gently as he could, then moved to your thighs, and stomach. Your face heated when you realized he was covered in your arousal too. The V leading down to his manhood was glistening with it. Although he didn’t seem to care it made you a little sheepish.  

“Maybe another shower,” you said, sitting up and pulling him back into the bathroom.  

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Overworked

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

A/N This is part two of the fic too many missions. However, there is a lot of angst in this fic. Idk what happened but I got a bit carried away and it gets really sad but it has a happy ending. Also, likes comments and reblogs are appreciated. All mistakes are my own so if you notice any feel free to comment below.

18+ MINORS DNI, THERE'S NOTHING EXPLICIT IN THIS FIC BUT THE FIRST PART HAS SMUT

Summary Bucky starts to take care of you when its actually him who needs taking care of

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, angst (a lot) and Bucky has a flashback.

After Bucky helped you put the hoodie on, he put his other clothes back on. He proceeded to lift you up bridal style and take you to your shared floor of the tower.

“I’m capable of walking, you know,” you said while yawning.

“I know babydoll, but you deserve to be carried.”

He walked into the bathroom and set you on the counter while he turned the shower on and got it to your preferred temperature. He started to take his clothes off so you decided to take your his hoodie off (since it was the only thing you were wearing.)

Bucky turned around and picked you up again which made you giggle. He pressed a kiss to your lips and another to your forehead.

He walked under the spray of the shower and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Can you put me down please,” you asked, breathless from the kiss.

Bucky put you down and reached for his shower gel; he knew that you loved it when you smelled like him. Then, he picked up a loofah and put his shower gel on it before cleaning you thoroughly.

Once you were clean, Bucky picked up your shampoo and put some on his hand before massaging your scalp. You let out a sigh and then moved your head under the water so you could rinse the suds out of your hair. Bucky picked up the conditioner and applied it to the ends like you taught him to. You turned to face him and rested your forehead on his chest while the conditioner was being washed out of your hair.

“Thank you, baby,” you said, looking up at him with a smile on your face.

“You're welcome doll,” Bucky replied and kissed you once again.

“Let me return the favour,” you said. It was more of a demand though because Bucky loved taking care of you but still believed that he didn’t deserve to be taken care of due to his past actions- which were completely out of his control.

“You don’t have to doll,” Bucky replied, looking down at the floor.

You softly put your hand under his chin so he would look at you and you told him, “Darling, you deserve to be taken care of more than anyone else I know, especially since you’ve been working so hard lately. I know what you’re thinking and you need to stop. You’re the most amazing man I know, you’re so kind and caring and didn’t choose to do what you did in the past. Everyone knows that. Even Tony knows and we both know how much of a stubborn asshole he is.”

Bucky chuckled and his cheeks were tinted red. “Thanks, doll,”

You grabbed the shower gel and loofah and started to clean him. After that, you used your shampoo to wash his hair. Bucky loved when you washed his hair because he loved you playing with it especially when he was struggling with the memories and flashbacks of his past.

It was while you were rinsing the shampoo out of his hair when you noticed that he had gone completely still and his muscles were tensed up. His hands were shaking and tears were streaming down his face. You quickly finished rinsing his hair so you could help him out.

“Come back to me Bucky,” You whispered in his ear and grabbed his hands, “Honey listen to my voice, I need you to come back to me now.”

Bucky shuddered when he snapped out of the flashback and looked at you with the most fear-stricken eyes you had ever seen.

“I-I can still see it so vividly,” Bucky whispered.

You wrapped your arms around him and stood there for a minute or two.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here and in bed,” You grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shower.

You turned the shower off, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body. Then, you gave Bucky one to wrap around himself.

“Go into the bedroom Buck, I won’t be long. I just need to put a towel on my hair.”

Bucky just shook his head and stood in the doorway waiting for you to finish what you were doing. When you had finished, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.

You grabbed some boxers for Bucky to put on and give them to him; you grab yourself some panties and nothing else since Bucky needs physical contact when he’s like this. You finished off drying your hair and brushed it through.

The bed hadn't been made yet which made it easier to get under the covers, “Come on baby,” you held your arms out to Bucky.

He walked over and crawled onto the bed. He rested his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around you as you played with his hair.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” He whispered.

“Shhhh. It’s ok. You’re so tired and overworked.”

“But I shouldn’t be so fucking broken,” Bucky’s voice cracked on the last word and the tears started to fall again, wetting your skin.

“Hey, you’re not broken. You’re a good guy who has been put through hell and back. You didn’t deserve any of it and you had no choice.” You replied, running your fingers through his still-damp hair.

You stayed like that for a while before Bucky sat up and moved to lay next to you. You looked at him confused. He rolled onto his side and used his hand to support his head.

“Thank you doll. I love you so so much.” Bucky leaned over to kiss you.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you responded with, “I love you too, so much.”

There was a comfortable silence that was disturbed by bucky when he said, “I need to finish the mission report.”

“It’s ok. I’ll explain why it’s late tomorrow. I'm sure Fury will understand.”

Bucky moved to lay on his back and moved his arm so you could cuddle up to his side.

“I definitely need the break, the lack of sleep makes everything worse.”

“Luckily, I spoke to Fury then,” you giggled.

Bucky was smiling, “I still can’t believe that you intimidate Fury. No one intimidates Fury.”

You leaned up to kiss Bucky, “Goodnight Buck,”

“Goodnight doll,”

That night, you both fell asleep quickly. Happy that you're able to sleep together after spending so long being unable to do so.

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Bender

Tried to write four different asks, got super indecisive and wrote something about 09 SoapGhost who none of the asks were about

Ghost woke up slowly and a little bitterly. His head was pounding. Mouth dry as cotton. Luckily all of his clothes were intact but there was a certain grime to them As if he had been out in the rain or maybe fell.

Something moved and he instinctively went for the knife stashed under his pillow.

"Morning, Lieutenant Riley."

"Johnny." Ghost relaxed just as his hand brushed thin air. He wasn't at the flat he lived where a knife was stashed under a pillow.

"Don't Johnny me." His Captain spat, looking pissed. "Ya come to my door. Reeking of alcohol and weed. Groveling. You take anything else last night?"

Through the pounding in his head, Simon thought through it. "Don't think so, sir."

His Captain looked at him and something like regret curled inside him, so thick it choked out his lungs. Luckily, MacTavish softened a little when he saw the look in his eyes. "Aye. Get up. You can take a shower. I don't have any tea so coffee will have to do."

Ghost sat up slowly and adjusted his mask. "What day is it?"

"Sunday."

His last sober memory was on Thursday night so not as bad as he thought. He wondered why his drunken, high brain thought this was the best place to go though.

Ghost stood. "I can shower later. Don't want to be these clothes right back on."

"Nonsense. Those are going in the wash. You can wear some of mine."

"Jo-"

"That's an order, Riley."

Ghost bit his tongue. They weren't in the field or on base. He had ever right to tell him to shove it. But no. Johnny was the one person he'd led order him around and he knew it. Took advantage of it.

So Ghost followed the fucking order. He handed Soap his clothes through the door, careful for no skin to show besides his hand and wrists. He turned the water on hot, deciding if he had to take one, he was also going to use all of Soap's hot water. It felt nice as the water worked some semblance of life back into him.

Soap must've gotten out the good stuff cause he could smell the coffee even in the bathroom. He used Soap's vanilla scented stuff and the man's loofah since he hadn't had the foresight to give Ghost something else to use.

Ghost even used his fancy hair stuff, working the "Clarifying shampoo", whatever that meant, and conditioner into his hair in turn. He wrapped a towel around himself and checked outside the door for clothes. When he didn't see anything, he called for Soap, waiting patiently.

Soap appeared almost immediately to give him underwear. "I have bandages. You injured anywhere."

Ghost's heart spasmed in his chest as he looked over his body. He slid on the underwear during his inspection. "No, I'm in good condition."

A beat of silence before Soap responded. "Don't believe you."

"Want to check yourself?"

"You offering?"

Ghost's turn to be quiet. He glanced at himself. As far as he could see, he really did look fine. If he told Soap he wasn't offering, they'd move on like nothing happened.

"That was inappropriate-"

"Yes. I'm offering." Ghost cut Soap off.

The door opened and he used the towel to dry his hair, doing his best to seem a lot more confident than he was.

Soap didn't look at him in disgust. That was a good place to start. He reached forward and grabbed Ghost's jaw gently, tilting his head back and forth. "Got some bruises."

Ghost tried to remember anything happening. "Don't think I slept with anyone."

It was a piss poor attempt at a joke, but the way Soap's grip tightened on him... a flutter ran through his chest. Close to fear, but too closely related to trust. If Soap hit him, he'd know it was cause he deserved it.

Soap swallowed hard, searching over Ghost for... something.

"Do you not like the idea of me sleeping with someone else?"

"I don't care about that." His body language told a different story. All tensed up like a bowstring. Jaw rigid.

"You purposely have me stripped to my fucking underwear, Captain. You have a death grip on me. And you look pissed. Starting to think you might like me Captain."

Soap frowned. "Course I like you, Simon." It was too honest. Too open. Ghost broke the moment, even if he didn't forgive himself for doing it.

"You promised coffee."

Soap forgave him. Course he did. "I did, didn't I? Let me get you more clothes." His eyes roamed over him one more time. Just... making sure. But Ghost was fine.

Simon wasn't. Simon wished very much he deserved the concern Johnny was showing him.

There was something firmly between them. If they just... knew how to get around it. If Ghost knew how to get around it.

Soap made him a cup of coffee. "Don't have any more benders like that."

"yes sir."

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The Trans Bathroom, Wo/Manhouse 2022

I was moved from the office to the bathroom after my installation was considered too dark by the at-the-time director 4 weeks into the project, but I persevered and finished this on the last day.

Description of the whole work as well as my former proposal are under cut (very long):

Trans Bathroom Description:

The bathroom had dado style walls, the bottom half being pink square tile and the top half being yellow and pink floral ribbon wallpaper, the two halves separated by white rectangular tile. It also came with a pink metal laundry can I decorated with a bouquet of pink, white, and blue flowers I painted.

I embroidered and smocked blue and pink satin fabric to emulate a watery wave pattern coming out of the tub and sink faucets, attaching them with wire. There is a square window above the tub that I also have a smocked white satin curtain.

Around the sink I painted a pair of candlesticks, two makeup brushes, and mascara in the colors of the trans flag based off my own transition process at the time (mascara for a mustache, two makeup brushes for my adam's apple and cheek bones. i am proud to say i no longer need to use them 3.5 years into my transition). Flanking the sink are two large willow-like bouquets of white, pink, and blue hand painted silk flowers.

I added blue wallpaper inside the medicine cabinet. Inside the cabinet I glued blue needles, syringes, and alcohol pads as well as placed a pink painted block shaver with a white cord. Directly underneath the cabinet is a small and narrow sliding door for a cubby where I put all my at-the-time empty testosterone bottles in. A little over 10 I think.

These very same bottles are some of the ones I used to create my Crown of Thorns headband.

Around the sink, I brought both real and LED white candles to decorate the empty spaces.

Around the tub are several shampoo/conditioner/body wash bottles I painted in the trans flag colors.

On a towel bar above the tub faucet, I hand-embroidered a wash cloth and hand towel with "My body is a temple housing divine, through stitches and scars apotheosis is mine" and "the trans bathroom" where most of the words are in blue print and the words Temple, Stitches, Apotheosis, and Trans are pink script.

On another towel bar above the tub length-wise, underneath the window, I have three white binders in my at-the-time size (Large) with hand embroidered chest scars in three stages - stitches, scars, and blooming flowers.

Out of view in the right corner of the tub I also created tulle "foam" where the smocked pink and blue "water" was spilling out of the tub. There is also tulle foam in the sink I believe may be hard to see.

Around the room in general I printed out the papers my gender clinic gave me in larger sizes, which includes a subcutaneous injection site map with a smily face my nurse drew for me, the effects of testosterone and when they are estimated to take place, as well as i drew and designed my own "how to wear a binder" infograph poster in the way i was taught to wear one.

I was also told to hang two pictures of myself, one pre-transition and one at the time of the project, but I photoshopped them out as I am uncomfortable with them.

On top of the toilet I had all of my real, used pink drawing needles, blue injection needles, and used syringes inside a clean and unlabeled juice bottle flanked by fat pillar candles. On the wall in a cloth ring I put a pink tie. In the corner was a pink lattice shelf I decorated with more painted blue, pink, and white flowers and white candles.

Former Proposal Description:

One of my former proposals was a full size skeleton (La Santa Muerte) wearing a pride flag (with teal and hot pink included) as a dress with a handmade saint's crown, handmade mariposa rosary, and many painted flowers standing behind an ofrenda.

The ofrenda was going to be covered by flowers, candles, butterflies, and a series of smocked satin in a rainbow that was going to be sewn into the blood-red shag carpet and stained at the ends to look like blood as symbolic of the importance of rainbows, blood, and death in both Mexican and Queer culture (and butterflies in Mexican and trans culture).

I had painted the walls to match the carpet so it was very dark and intimate, began smocking fabric, painting flowers, and arranging the altar, but sadly 4 weeks into the project the director told me this was too dark, too goth, and not singular enough. After critiquing my intersectional work into the ground with nothing to present to Judy Chicago, I was switched with a sculpture of a woman bleeding from a self-inflicted abortion.

The statue is very beautiful and meaningful, but there's certainly an underlying statement for a cis white director to push aside a trans man of color and an intersectional piece about blood and death to make way for a cis white woman and a piece about blood and death.

Judy had given me the entire office after enjoying my very first draft for using just the office closet to create a rainbow made of fabric, and Nancy Youdelman had stood up for me, but ultimately my queer and latino identity was reduced to being goth and dismissed by a cis white woman who preferred familiarity over learning something new.

this director has since been fired from Through the FIower.

I am determined to one day create my ofrenda.

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Fic Release: In Technicolor—Ch. 1: Hell in a Handbasket (Pugsley + Cheryl)✨

____________Pugsley/Lee____________

Just past the shopping center that housed the Erewhon Wednesday silently hissed at and Bertie audibly boo'ed was our new school. A glittering beacon of narrow-minded thinking disguised as liberalism if I'd ever seen one, I'd read up on the place. Had Jug and Reggie fill me in on what to expect and it wasn't good.

Insidious racism veiled as social work and fundraisers. Sender students being made into charity cases to make donating families and businesses feel better about themselves while they donate to political campaigns for politicians who couldn't give two shits about the working class. I could see it in the way they looked at us as we pulled up into the student parking lot and hung up the parking permit from the rearview mirror. They were sizing us up. Knew without having to ask that we were from somewhere else. Somewhere where it wasn't commonplace for sixteen year old's to have access to their parents Amex Black card.

Eyes down on the steering wheel for a moment as the girls to our right sat in their brand new canary yellow Jeep Wrangler "whispering" loudly about how dirty the truck was, Bertie reminded me it was only for a year and that chances were not everyone would be as bad as I was making them out to be in my head. Wednesday snorted a laugh from the backseat and I shot her a glance through the mirror saying "Probablemente sean monstruos chupadores de sangre." With a hard reluctant sneer, I forced myself to unbuckle. Grabbed my backpack from the backseat, slipped on my sunglasses, and heaved sigh.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this."

Shrugging her backpack onto her shoulders, Wednesday stood beside me staring at our new prison. "Just close your eyes and count to ten. It'll be over before you know it."

"Promise?"

"No."

Should have known better than to ask. But it made me laugh nonetheless. And that was the only upside here really. I wouldn't be going at this alone. I'd have Wen and Bert and a couple friends if Toni made it through the testing process since her mom made her apply too. We'd be okay. Not great. Not fine. But we'd be okay.

We'll survive.

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____________Cheryl____________

Routine on repeat like some b-rate film that used timelooping as a metaphor for repeating the past until the main character righted their wrongs, I put on my morning music playlist as I stepped into the spacious en suite bathroom that had been warmed to seventy-two degrees for me. My shampoo and conditioner never seemed to run out. My bodywash was always in supply. Shaving razors never dulled and toothpaste never emptied paste the halfway point. The only thing I was burdened with was remembering when to restock my skincare items which, even when they did run out, it was never a problem because there was nothing that couldn't be handled with a quick call.

Perfectly controlled and acclimated. It was like a dollhouse inside of a greenhouse.

Everything's monitored and privacy is a privilege.

You missed practice this morning. It was from dad, the message brightening the screen of my phone as I stepped out of the shower. We'll double up tonight's session and split it for before and after dinner.

Staring at the message, I hesitated. Could hear the small scream itching at the back of my neck like nails dragging down the nerves hidden beneath my skin.

I wanted to throw up and I hadn't eaten anything yet.

I'll have homework. I told him.

You can do it afterwards. Slacking off once leads to habitual laziness Cheryl. No excuses.

My stomach knotted. Worked itself up until the familiar aftertaste of vomit ghosted itself on my taste buds.

The cold sweats that came with it.

The dizzying nausea.

Looking at myself in my vanity mirror, I dissected the bags under my dull brown eyes. Examined my hairline to see if it had thinned anymore than what mom had pointed to over the summer when we went on vacation to Portugal. "It must be from the stress. You should sleep more darling" she had said. At least my lashes had grown back after my nervous snap over spring semester.

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*IMPORTANT NOTE!: Please do keep in mind while reading that the characters Pubert and Pugsley have nicknames that they go by and will go by for most of the story. For Pugsley, his nickname is “Lee” and for Pubert, his nickname is “Bert” or “Bertie.” Wednesday sometimes goes by “Wen” but I feel like that is a known in the Wednesday fandom but I wanted to mention it quickly for readers in the Riverdale fandom so that they’re in the loop.

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[miya-rin]

here are some small iwaizumi boyfriend headcanons

requested through this ask!

has soo many blankets in one of his closets so when its winter time you two can stay in bed all day and cuddle without being too cold :(((

he likes to be little spoon every once in a while and it is so cute when he asks cause he gets kinda quiet and averts his eyes and when you say yes he has this little smile and omfg he is the cutest ever

he never cries while watching sad films but you put on one movie where a dog dies, like marley and me, and this man will BAWL HIS EYES OUT

always smells faintly of coconut because of the shampoo, conditioner and body wash he uses

absolutely loves ariana grande, he walks around humming to the tune of “into you” but flat out denies it every time you bring it up

he really hates the smell of lavender, claims it reminds him of a restroom. if you buy lavender room spray prepare for him to gag (on purpose or just to annoy you) whenever you spray it

ive said this before and ill say it again, he loves paying for your stuff. he doesnt even let you spend your own money as he believes that you should let him provide for you, and no matter how much you argue with him over this, it always ends with him paying for you

hates mushroom, refuses to eat them. he almost had an adult tantrum once when oikawa secretly tried to feed one to him so now you know to never give him any

he actually loves taking part in couples tiktok trends with you, he always tags you in them or sends them to you and asks to try them out

OMG HE BUYS MATCHING ONESIES FOR YOU TWO, YK LIKE THE TOOTHLESS AND LIGHT FURY ONES AND INSISTS ON WEARING THEM ON MOVIE NIGHTS

where he is an athletic trainer he obviously knows how to help with injuries, so if you ever have a pain somewhere on you body he will drop everything to help you and make sure you’re ok

walks around your house / flat in only gray joggers and smirks whenever he catches you looking

when he is nervous he taps his fingers on stuff and he normally does it on your thighs as a way to let you know how he is feeling so that you can try and calm him down

when you guys are arguing he always waits for you to finish talking before he starts so he doesn’t interrupt you and make you feel unheard :((

he really liked collecting vinyl records but he never told anyone, he only brought it up once to you as he was talking about the fact he didn’t have a record player, so you got one for him on his birthday and he almost cried because he was so happy that you payed attention to such small part of what he enjoyed and omfg i love him he is just the sweetest

^^ i should also mention i think he gets kind of emotional whenever you do something sweet for him that most people would normally overlook

all of my haikyuu boyfriend headcanons

thankyou for reading! i hope you liked it!

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

The Taming of Man: chapter Fourteen - Dragon Shifting!Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader

yet another chapter, as I said I will be writing for a greater "ending," but don't worry, It's not an ending for real! I just like to tell myself silly little lies sometimes! On a more serious note, After the true story ending, I'll still write some domestic stuff with Reader and Katsuki. That might give you some insight into how the story truly ends, but to be fair, there are only 2 requirements for romance, and that's a central love story and an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending. Google it, it's true.

Words: 3,538

This is incredibly based on the song The Willow Maid by Erutan, I highly recommend giving it a listen for the best experience.

Warnings: Cursing, reader is She/Her and is AFAB, Talk of impregnation, talk of menstruation and ovulation, Katsuki is VERY sexy

Even the baths were different here. the tub was a half-cylinder, long enough for anyone to lay down in, and given that it was made out of sealed wood you were pretty sure it was part of a hollowed and carved out tree.

the thick sides had 6 divots, each filled with different types of bathing products. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, body oil, and hair oil. Katsuki told you not to use the body oil, as it was made specifically for the tougher Dragonborne skin, nails, and scales.

The only scented items were the oils, and they smelled like Katsuki. It led you to believe that the burnt caramel and musky smell was all him, and the smoke, leather, and spices were the body oils.

It was nice, being surrounded by his scent as you soaked. Well, it wasn't really soaking. The servants filled the tub up about 3 inches, so if you wanted your body completely wet you had to turn or run a sponge over yourself. It made sense, water was hard to come by here, but being someone used to being fully submerged made this process annoying. Still, you managed to wash all over, to clean your hair, you even added a bit of that hair oil.

by now you were done, just sitting in the water and thinking. Hoping Ochako was ok, hoping all the scary things were over, hoping Katsuki truly still loved you after everything. It was all anxiety at this point, especially that last one. maybe it was time to get out.

You looked around for a towel, only to realize you left it on the bed. You sighed, standing anyway. Katsuki was having lessons right now, he said he'd be gone for an hour, so you should be safe to run out real quick and dry off. You took ginger steps to the door, doing your best to not make puddles, and walked out of the bathroom.

He was gone, just like you thought. you took a glance around, quickly noticing the white towel just where you left it. you sighed and grabbed it, unraveling the fabric and bringing it to your body.

Just as you were about to wrap it around yourself, the door swung open. You screamed, quickly throwing the towel across your body in a haphazard way of covering it up. Whipping around, you saw Katsuki, beet red, with a few books and a bundle of fabrics in his hands.

"Oh, It's just you," you sighed, relaxing a bit and properly wrapping the towel around yourself.

"What the hell are you doing," he asked, clearly flustered, head turned to the side to avoid looking at you.

"Relax, I just left my towel out here," you explained, raising your brows at how embarrassed he was. You honestly didn't see it as that big of a deal, you were fast enough so that he didn't see much.

"You shouldn't be walkin' around like that, what if someone else saw you?"

He was being weirdly defensive about this, it wasn't that big of a deal.

"But someone else didn't see me, you barely saw me," you countered, furrowing your brow in annoyance and confusion.

He pressed his lips together, physically shutting his mouth to keep from arguing too much, and yet a few grumbles about doing stupid things and springtime seemed to slip out.

what was with him and spring? It had to be about mating, right?

before you could ask, he handed you the fabrics and set the books on the bed. "What's this," you ask, your attention no longer on your frustration with him.

"Clothes," he answered shortly, glancing down at your body for a moment. "You should wear them."

If you didn't know any better, he was telling you to cover up. "I will. later."

"What do you mean later? Are you just gonna walk around in a towel," he asked, not buying it.

"Maybe I will," you taunt, setting the bundle down. there were 6 dresses, as well as some intimates that had been hiding in the center of the bundle. he did his best to keep his eyes on yours, and not the underwear. You didn't get him, he could be so crude some days and so bashful others. They were just clothes, it was just your body, what was the point?

"You'll catch a cold," he huffed, his fingers reaching to touch the ends of your wet hair. You sighed, glancing to the side as you thought of an answer.

"y'know what? You're right, Katsuki, I should change." You drop your towel right then and there, taking your time grabbing a dress and underwear to put on. He practically chokes on air, looking away with a fire red blush. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Getting dressed," you say plainly, slipping on a deep purple dress. It was just like the other red one, it might be from the same shop you went to before, except this one had a corset style back. "Lace me up?"

"You need to think before you do things, idiot," he grumbles. Despite how flustered he was, he still reached out to do as you asked. He pulled the strings as tight as they would go, a bit of vengeance for your behavior. It wasn't actually too tight, it wasn't a real corset, but it elicited a light gasp from you. "What? should I just not put on clothes," you ask tauntingly, crossing your arms.

you could practically hear his eyes roll, a heavy sigh leaving him. "You argue too much," he scoffed, taking the laces and beginning to tie a bow. Before he could, though, something caught his eye. Your bra's back wing. The pretty deep blue that complimented your skin so well, accompanied by golden lace detailing.

He didn't have the guts to pick all your intimates out, but those nosey shopkeepers figured out what he was doing and picked them out for him. He was annoyed at first, but now that he saw how good just the back-strap looked on you, they were forgiven. He took in a breath and undid the cords again, causing you to turn your head back a bit. "What're you doing?"

"It's not tight enough." "Oh."

You figured, even though he yanked on them earlier, it wouldn't actually lace it up enough.

He pulled it all out, opting for simply redoing it from the start. You sighed, standing and waiting for him to finish. He stared for a moment, admiring your figure, unable to look away from the part of your back that was on full display. Every mark seemed so perfect to him, so exactly you.

He swallowed and looked down at the cord in his hand, beginning to thread it through the holes. You glanced back every once in a while, taking in his focused face. At one point, he felt you were too far away, and so he grabbed your waist and pulled you backward a step or two, his calloused thumbs resting on the small of your bare back.

"Couldn't you have just walked forward," you ask teasingly, to which he shook his head. "hey, who's helping who right now? I do what I want."

"Alright, alright," you shrugged, putting your hands up to say you were dropping it. The proximity allowed you to feel his breath fan across your shoulder as he breathed out his nose, and hear as he breathed in.

He could smell that hair oil, he could smell himself on you, and vice versa. You slept in his bed, you just bathed in his tub, and apparently now you used his oils. It was such a rush, something in him craved more of those things.

You could feel his knuckles brush against your back every time he had to thread a cord under instead of over, the repetitive sensation moving down your body the more he threaded. He'd pull the cords as he made his way down, being sure the fabric was sutured together perfectly, until he finally made it to the last set of eyelets. he tied a tight bow at the bottom, being sure it'd be easy to take out later, even taking the time to check if the strings were even.

He took you by the hips and turned you around, wanting to see if it was tight enough in the front. You looked up at him, watching as he studied your waist to be sure the dress fit nicely. He was focused, truly just wanting to make sure it looked right.

He glanced up from your waist, taking a brief stop at your bust, before meeting your gaze with an expression only described as impassioned. "'m done," he stated huskily, one hand dropping from your body, the other moving up to your waist.

You glanced down at his lips for a moment, before bringing a hand to his face, your fingers right below where his jaw, ear, and neck connected. You leaned in, and he met you in the middle, his lips colliding with yours, his free hand on the side of your neck as the two of you kissed.

It was another instance of those passionate kisses, ones fueled by the flames in your stomachs. you felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip, and without question you opened your mouth, your head tilting to the right as his tilted to the left. The two of you turned a little, your back now to the bed, and he took a step forward. You stepped back, falling to a seated position on the bed as he leaned over you, the torrid kissing unyielding. you shifted uncomfortably, you were sitting on something hard.

Opening your eyes, you looked down, seeing you were sitting on top of the books he brought earlier. He opened his eyes too, slowly pulling back, a string of saliva momentarily holding the two of you together.

They were the books you hadn't finished the last time you were reading. "Oh, yeah," he mumbled, gently pulling you to the side so that you were no longer on top of them. "It'd be easier if you just read 'em here, so I went and got 'em," he explained, eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips.

"Aw, thank you," you say happily, taking a look at what he brought, your head turned. "Yeah yeah, I'm the best," he said, leaning back in and impatiently kissing at your cheek and jaw, wanting you facing him again. You laughed, turning your head and catching his lips on yours. He let out a soft groan, more like a sigh, his hand idly caressing up and down your side.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, someone knocking. Katsuki huffed, he was tired of being interrupted. "What the hell do you want," he called out, turning his head a bit to ask before attacking you with a few more sloppy kisses.

"It's me," the voice called. Kirishima. "The queen wants to see (Y/n)."

"Tell her we're busy," Katsuki barks. "It's fine, I should go," you say, sitting up a bit. He scowls, but allows you to get out of bed. "I'm coming," you call, teasing your damp hair a little out of nervousness. Katsuki grabs your wrist, pulling you back in for one final kiss, this one deeper and more intense than any of the others thus far. "Hurry back, idiot."

"I will," you whisper, a smile on your face as your cheeks grow pinker. He glances away, the way you look up at him still makes his knees feel weak, no matter how many times you've done it.

You leave the room, greeting Kiri and asking what the queen needs.

"Not sure, but she doesn't seem angry, so you'll be alright," he says cheerily, patting you on the back as he leads you to the garden, where she'd like to meet you.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was sitting in bed, staring off into the distance, lost in thought. He told you to hurry back, but...what would he do once you got here? kiss you more? The way things were going, the next natural conclusion would be to have sex. Was he ready for that? He was 23, he was more than adult enough, but he had some other inhibitions. He had no experience...you hadn't even said "I love you" to each other yet...but then again...

Mating season was coming soon, this might be his last chance before having to worry about getting you...no, this wasn't his last chance. He had a couple weeks. He wanted to do it now, physically at least, but he couldn't. The cons outweighed the pros. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't do a little research.

He got up, walking to his dresser and opening the bottom drawer. He pushed away piles of old clothes, pulling out a heavy book. The Lystens Buch. His dad gave it to him to do some "self discovery" when he gave him the talk. Absolutely mortifying for an 11 year old, which is why he hid it away. It was a book full of everything to do with sex, sexuality, love life, tons of stuff.

He'd be focusing on the sex.

What it is, how it works, and most importantly, how to make it pleasurable. He's pretty sure he's got the first two covered, but just in case. It was made by Dragonborne a long time ago, but it covered other races beyond Dragonborne, ones who had different anatomies. Maybe it had stuff about faeries.

When you arrived at the Garden, Mitsuki was already waiting, seated on a bench between two rows of sun kissed roses. She shooed Kiri away after a quick thank you, then gestured for you to sit with her. You obliged, swallowing a little with nerves.

"I'd like to know...how much has Katsuki told you about Dragonborne mating?"

That was out of left field, but whatever.

"Uh...not much...M-Ma'am."

"Please, call me Mitsuki," she laughed, finding your nerves amusing.

You laughed a little, looking down at your feet. "He's told me a few things, he said it's like getting married, that it's mainly about s-sex..."

You struggled to think of much else, although you knew there was some other stuff.

Mitsuki shook her head, sighing as she looked up at the sky. "That boy, How does he-" she cut herself off to sigh again, looking to you.

"Well, there are some things you have to know, if you plan to stay with him-"

"I do," you answer quickly, maybe a little too quickly.

she lets out a breath of laughter, giving you a big smile. "Do you love him, then?"

You pause, looking down again and thinking. Finally, you look up to the palace and say with a firm tone, "Yes. Very much so."

"Good...that's good. But, I have to be honest with you, these next few months might be challenging."

"Will they?" You cock your head slightly, concerned.

"It will be spring. Do you have spring, where you're from?"

You pause, the question felt absurd, but the more you thought the more you realized it was good she asked, given she knows next to nothing about your people.

"Well...what is spring like here?" You didn't want to answer too quickly, you might have different definitions.

She smiled, saying, "It's lovely. It gets a little cooler, the grass brightens up, the trees get some color...love is in the air..."

You smile too. "Ah...then it sounds a lot like my spring."

"Well, during the spring, we Dragonborne have a certain...well, a biological inclination..." she rubs her brow, frustrated.

"There's just so much to cover, I'm not sure where to start...alright...all mating is done during the spring. Dragonborne can fornicate during other times, but are unable to reproduce until springtime. Do you faeries have anything like that?"

"I don't think so...we can reproduce all year."

"I see...Katsuki will be going through some changes, and I'm not sure how he'll react to you. Male Dragonborne cycles are largely effected when they sense their desired mate is ovulating, it does a big part in starting their mating process, besides the time itself. With you and your...different system, I don't know what will happen..."

You can see why she's the queen, she's extremely well educated, at least in this field.

"Um, if It helps, female ovulation is on a monthly cycle. There are usually around 6 days of possible fertilization, but about 24 hours of time actually ovulating...t-that'd be on the 3rd day."

Looks like those books on reproduction back home paid off.

She hummed in thought, taking in the information. "and...when would you say your next ovulating day is?"

God, this was so weird. The sudden realization made your cheeks flush red. "Uh...well...my last period was...so It should be...in a week, I guess?"

She nodded, looking down. "I'm assuming you won't want a child, just yet?"

"No, not yet," you say hurriedly. You've always wanted children, but it was so early in the relationship, and you weren't anywhere near ready.

"We may just have to separate him."

"Separate him?"

"In order to keep him from doing anything rash...Spring is just a little too close..." she looked to your face, seeing your concern.

She gave you a reassuring smile, saying, "He will be ok. This is somewhat common, for people who do not wish to have children. He will be kept in the treasure room, and believe me, every dragon, part human or not, is happy with treasure."

A treasure room? You suppose it's how it sounds.

"How...what will he be like?"

She sighs, standing. "The hormones will certainly affect him, especially with how sensitive he is."

Sensitive was never a word you'd use to describe him, but now that you thought of it, it fit well...volatile, that was an even better word. You stood too, and the two of you began to walk back to the palace.

"At his worse, he'll be desperate, frustrated. For him, that will look like anger...violence....but, before hand, you might find him to be quite sweet. I don't know, he hasn't been sweet a day in his life," she scoffed, laughing.

You laughed too, but said, "I find him to be quite sweet rather often...he treats me well."

Mitsuki's face seems to change a little, from laughter to something like quiet pride. She's proud of her son.

Eventually you reached the castle once more, and before you go inside she takes your hand. "If you have any questions, please find me...and if Katsuki tries anything alarming let me know."

You nod, and the two of you go inside, eventually going your separate ways. By now, you were able to find your way to Katsuki's room...nowhere else, though.

When you walked in, you were greeted with the sight of Katsuki laying in bed, concentrated on a book.

The title was scrawled on the front, Lystens Buch, and you took a couple steps closer. He didn't even know you were there, he was so focused. You kinda wanted to scare him, but he finally noticed you once you touched the bedpost.

His eyes shot up to you, before he sighed and shifted. "How the hell are you so quiet," he asked, setting the book to the side.

"Whatcha reading," you ask, not knowing the language the title was in.

"None of your business...what'd Ma want with you?"

You glanced to the side. You shouldn't lie, no point in doing so.

"She wanted to fill me in on all the crap about mating you never told me," you said, your tone accusatory as you cross your arms.

He rolls his eyes, standing up to walk over to you. "like what," he asked, Taking a lock of your still damp hair and twisting it in his fingers.

"Like, all the important stuff," you answer, poking him in the chest.

"What, like we turn into full dragons during the entire mating season?"

"Y-you do?!" Just the thought of having sex with him like that made you cringe, even if you weren't going to do anything together anyway.

He cackled, grinning from ear to ear. "No, stupid. You believe anything, don't you," he asked, flicking your forehead.

"Ugh, you're such an asshole," you huff, pushing his chest gently, turning away to hide your intense embarrassment.

"You love it," he teased, not moving an inch from your pushing.

"I love you, not that," you scoff, not even realizing the words that came out of your mouth.

His laughing stopped, almost instantly, his gaze hardening as he became serious. "What?"

You froze too, looking to him as you searched for the words. "Uh...I...I love you," you repeat. No going back now.

He looked no where but your eyes for seconds, before looking down with red cheeks. "G-good. I love you too...so there."

You smile, sighing with relief. Gently, you take his face in your hand, coaxing him to look at you by kissing his cheek. He turned his head, greeted with a kiss on the lips. With your eyes. Loving eyes. Perfect eyes.

"I love youuu," you coo tauntingly.

"Don't push it dumbass."

"You're not gonna say it back?"

"...I love you..."

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hi hi, how are you? hope you're having a good day/night! could i request a nikolai, dazai and sigma hc when reader sleeps on them? thanks and take care of yourself! <3

HEADCANON OF NIKOLAI, DAZAI AND SIGMA WHEN READER SLEPT ON THEM

WARNING: OOC, soft!characters, mention of some nicknames (Belladonna, Dove,...), fem!reader sleeping on them

TYPE: Headcanon

PAIRING: Nikolai Gogol || Osamu Dazai || Sigma x fem!reader (seperately)

WORDCOUNTS: 1.2k+ words

NOTES: I am doing well, thank you anonie 🥺 (except I had just got some sneezes after sitting for a long hour in my school air-conditioner). Your request is kinda cute, I might say. I had to think a lot while at school of how to write this headcanon in cute way so it took longer than I guess. Sending hearts for you ❤❤❤

1. Osamu Dazai

Did not need to ask Dazai that he loved you to sleep on his chest, because this man would admit that he loved you sleeping on him a lot.

I believed that if you asked Dazai as if you wanted to sleep on him. He would nod his head right away without any doubt, because he loved you to sleep on him a lot. And he always wished you would sleep on him everyday too.

“Oh my Belladonna, of course, how can I refuse you like that, my cutie pie?”

He would spread his arms up like a sign for you to step forward and lie down on him. If you two were at the Armed Detective Agency office it would depend on where Dazai was sitting too. If he was sitting on the couch and then you wanted to lie down on him, his legs would be able to make their way to wrap around you. And if Dazai was sitting on his desk, he would let you rest your head on his shoulder, both of your arms hugged him tightly and your legs would wrap around his waist.

Dazai also cared for you as if you got uncomfortable when you slept with him or not. He would ask you a lot of questions and you need to answer them so he would change his position in other ways which were comfortable for you. He did not want you to get up with hurting your neck or your waist.

“Is this alright? Do I need to change my position again just to make you sleep more comfortably, my dear?”

Or maybe

“If I sit/lie in this position, does it hurt your chest or something else, Doll? If you are not comfortable, then go ahead and tell me.”

And maybe if you two had a day off at work or school Dazai would love you to not do anything and just sleep on him like this. Maybe if the weather is bad outside he would have another reason to keep you staying with him.

“No, not to go outside or something, darling. Don’t you see the sky is raining outside? Do you want to get wet and then catch a cold?”

Maybe he would say.

“My darling, my sweet heart, the weather is going to rain. The gray clouds are all in the sky, you should spend your time at home with your boyfriend instead of going outside, my love.”

2. Nikolai Gogol

My heart told me that Nikolai was a childish man when talked about this problem. 

I mean, Nikolai would beg you to sleep on him whenever you had free time. And when you asked him if he wanted you to sleep on him, he would nod his head non stop and told you that you should do it and did not ask for anything else. 

“Please, you rarely have a day off, you should spend it with me. How about you sleeping on me? I would appreciate it.”

Or

“Work/School took you from me all of the time, now when you have time with your boyfriend, you should let him suggest you do something you two could heat up your love.”

And one day when you suddenly asked Nikolai if you were able to sleep on him, he happily said that you could and made some signs just to make you know that you should go there and sleep on him.

Whenever you laid on Nikolai, he would take a deep breath to feel the scent from the shampoo you always use. Because to him, your shampoo was unique and he knew only you could use this kind of shampoo. 

“Ah, I love this familiar smell a lot, it always calms me up when I feel it.”

Nikolai would do lots of things while you were sleeping on his chest. He would not do many things which could affect your sleeping, of course, if he teased you when he had time for you like this next time you would refuse him to do that again. 

There were some things Nikolai would do while you were sleeping, he would braid your hair while you were sleeping on him. Maybe he would braid his hair with you and praise them, or he would make you an elegant braiding hair and add some flowers he took from his portal on your hair too.

And sometimes when he felt calm while looking at you sleeping on his chest, Nikolai would whisper some things I might say as honey words when you were here with him.

“Ah, you are so beautiful, so elegant, so charming, my dear.”

Or

“How could God build you up in this world? Maybe he wants me to have a happy life with you then.”

Nikolai really loved bad weather, because it meant that you did not have a chance to get out in this kind of weather so he would be able to invite you to sleep on him. 

“Don’t get outside, Dove. The weather is too bad, if you go outside, I would be so worried.”

3. Sigma

Sigma was awkward whenever he asked you to sleep on him. Because he did not want to disturb you, he knew that you always had lots of things to do from houseworks, deadlines at school or work. So when you told Sigma that you want to sleep on him, he was very happy and shyly said thank you a lot.

“D-Do you want to sleep on me? N-No, don’t misunderstand that, I am so happy when you said that.”

Sigma cared for you a lot when you wanted to sleep on him. He would ask a lot of questions about how you felt whenever you laid on him.

“Did your back hurt when you moved? I can change into another position just to make you feel comfortable.”

Soft boy always hugged you tightly in his arms and sang you a lullaby when you told him that you could not sleep even though your body was too tired. Imagine that Sigma’s voice was so gentle when he sang you a lullaby.

“Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky…”

You always felt safe when you were in his arms, being hugged and patted by Sigma could help you to fall asleep easier than sleeping alone. He would not stop singing a lullaby not until you were dead asleep, when you were soundly breathing in his arms then finally Sigma could have time to look at you.

He always looked at your peaceful face when you were sleeping in his arms, your chest lifted up and down against him, your tender breathing and heart beating made Sigma felt everything was right. You were here for him, laying in his arms, feeling safe when beside him. And he would slowly fall asleep with you too.

And you always waked up before him, at that time you just quietly braiding his long hair so whenever you two both get ready to work, people in the casino always knew that you two just have time for each other.