#they cute. they nap together. they tickle. all i need.

[thebest-medicine]

Day 29: Wake Up!

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Do you like Poly Nein? Polymorph? Sweet couch snuggles? Kitty cats? Please enjoy this Beau Yasha Caleb snuggly fic. [read on AO3]

Words: 1.1k

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Yasha is splayed out on one of the lounge chairs in the tower, Beau curled up against her side, and in her lap a fluffy orange tabby cat purrs quietly. 

There was something so soft and sweet about being a cat for a while - Caleb found polymorphing to be a nice (and less direct) way to relax and show his friends physical affection. Plus, the radiating hum of his purring really felt like it had some kind of healing magic of its own. Yasha pets gently down Catleb’s neck and back. He buzzes happily, pressing into her hand. She reaches around to his chin and scritches sweetly. Catleb can’t help but lean into her fingers. A soft snore comes from Beau’s direction, startling the barely conscious cat. 

“Ooo, you’re okay.” Yasha comforts him as she brings over the hand that was wrapped around Beau over and starts to scritch at both sides of Catleb’s chin. “You’re such a good boy.” She scrunches her nose and smiles. 

One downside to polymorphing is that it sometimes messes with Caleb’s impeccable sense of time. He tends to be more… forgetful with his non-human brain. Tonight is one of those nights, but Catleb and Yasha are oblivious as he purrs loudly and rubs his face into her scritching fingers. 

There is a familiar but unexpected whoosh of magic as Catleb returns to his natural form, and Yasha suddenly finds herself with a lap full of lanky human wizard. Beau startles partly awake as his legs kick into her space a bit when the spell ends. “Hey!” She grumbles, startling awake, leaning forward a bit and craning her neck to look at Caleb.

Caleb is smiling blissfully at first, his brain still catching up with the magic. His chin remains in Yasha’s palms, and she grins as she scritches at the skin under his chin like she had been doing a few moments earlier. Caleb shivers, his body relaxing into the couch and Yasha’s soothing touch.

“Aww, look at you, such a good little kitty.” Yasha teases softly. She scratches the top of his head.

Caleb’s keen mind seems to be catching up, Beau notices as his cheeks and ears begin to blush pink.

Caleb tries to back up out of the barbarian’s pleasant touch, worming his way further down the lounge. 

“Stop squirming!” Beau hisses. “This things not fucking big enough for three fucking-”

“Aw, but he’s just a little thing, isn’t he, Beau?” Yasha interjects, a fond smile on her face as she reaches out and pulls Caleb closer when he starts to make a move to get up. “Hardly takes up any space.” She squeezes him in a hug around his middle and Caleb squirms, a grin breaking out on his face.

“Hey! Hey, what did I say?” Beau scolds when she gets a face full of Caleb elbow. “I’ll give you something to fucking squirm about.” 

Caleb tenses, then, the squirming picks up along with a slight panic in his voice. “Nein, nein- Beauregard, no- wait!”

Yasha pulls him in tighter, smiling sweetly at him. She tucks her head down against his neck and ear, nibbling and peppering small kisses. 

“Ahh! Eee- nehehein!” He sputters, flustered blush shining brightly on his face alongside his smile. Just then, he feels two hands wrap purposefully around his waist, just below his ribs on either side, Beauregard.

They’re sleepy and just want to make him squirm and laugh a bit, so both Beau and Yasha have a quiet understanding not to escalate things too far. They don’t want to lose their nap companion - though they had to admit that he did fit into their pile on the lounge much more easily in cat form - they didn’t map out the logistics beforehand, oh well. Improvising works.

“Aww, I wish we could get you to purr when you’re not a cute kitty.” Yasha coos as she tickles down his neck to his collarbone and near the edges of his armpits. “I bet we could. If humans could purr.”

Caleb turns his head away at the teasing. “Hehehe Yasha, ah- Beau!” He laughs, squirms helplessly, pinned to Yasha in a bear hug. 

Beau begins pinching softly at his spare ribs, one side then the other, and Caleb wriggles side to side. “You- ahahaha- this is nohohot going to- AH! Ehehehe- going to hehehelp us sleep!”

“Sure it is.” Beau replies.

“Nohohoho it’s not!” Caleb whines.

“Well if you would just stop squirming and kicking at me, maybe we’d stop.” She retorts. “And then we could go back to sleep.”

Yasha jumps in, adding, “Well, I’m not so sure about that actually.” She takes one finger to her chin, pretending to ponder. “You’re just so cute.” 

“Nohohohohoho-” Caleb turns redder, trying to hide in Yasha or the cushions. She wiggles her fingers where they lie wrapped around Caleb’s middle. “Hehehe ah- no! St-stahahop it.” 

“Heh.” Beau snickers as she pinches her way slowly up his ribs, moving easily around Yasha’s large arms. 

Caleb writhes, trapped between them, and starts laughing even harder. Yasha nibbles against his collarbone and he gasps. 

“You ready for bed? Or do we need to tire you out more?” Beau asks with a grin - one that Caleb doesn’t see as he has his eyes slammed shut and is currently desperate to bring his chin down to his chest and protect from the soft, quick nibbles and scrape of teeth.

“I- I-” Caleb trails off into laughter. He kicks his legs wildly on the couch. He squeals when Beau pokes into a particularly sensitive rib.

“Alright, alright.” Yasha chuckles softly against his skin. 

Their touches turn from tickling to a gentle palm down his sides. Beau’s arms wrap around his middle in a hug, joining Yasha’s. Caleb jumps at first, but then just wriggles a bit into Yasha’s body beneath him while giggling out the last of his leftover laughter.

They try for a few minutes to comfortably fall back into a sleepy state, but it is not unnoticed how much harder it is with three bodies - and one of them being Yasha’s - trying to lounge across this small couch. 

Beau yelps when she tries to adjust and nearly falls off the side. “Okay. That’s it. We’re going to bed.”

Yasha and Caleb agree as the three of them head over to the nearest bedroom to continue their sleepy afternoon.

Yasha flops back into the middle and pulls both tiny humans in to her sides. She nuzzles into Caleb’s head and then turns to do the same to Beau, breathing in her hair. 

They’re smiling as they start to close their eyes, breath a bit slower, steadier.

Just before they fall asleep for real, Caleb sends a wink Beauregard’s way. “You had better hope I don’t wake up before you.” 

Beau snorts. 

[hurlingdown]

ur amazing at writing i kept reading ur sanji and zoro oneshots a couple of times but can we get relationship hcs of top male reader x zoro and sanji separately with a mix of nsfw and sfw? i need a nix of tooth-rotting fluff and filthy ass smut w them

relationship headcanons with zoro & sanji (top male reader, nsfw + sfw)

tags: perv!zoro, send him to horny jail, cute domestic fluff, snuggling, semi-public, soft & rough sex, spanking, jealousy, angsty crumb, sanji wears lipstick, smoking during sex, this is rly soft don't get fooled by the tags

ZORO

Romance was something neither of you regarded as crucial in your lives, until you met each other. But being with the Straw Hats meant being surrounded by constant chaos and never-ending laughter, and it wasn’t hard to realise that you found your peace in him, just as he did. 

It wasn’t a fleeting glance that made you fall in love with him. It was more gradual, more tender than you would’ve thought, with moments where you’d catch him with a poorly-hidden laugh with a joke you spouted out on a whim, or a breathtaking glare directed at you as you challenged him to a spar—moments where time would stop and you’d feel as though the world belonged to the two of you, and maybe it did. 

Zoro was awkward at first, vigilant eyes snapping up to yours every time you made an attempt to flirt with him, using his last brain cell to differentiate between a joke and a pick up line; but then he’d relax in time when you take his hands into your own or rub a thumb into the hot pulse of his neck, sliding your hand down to his lower back to make it clear what your intentions were. 

Your touch made him feel safe and assured, and that meant a lot to you. Zoro considered himself as the protector of the crew, constantly making sure that everyone was safe and okay, but rarely would someone ever ask if he was okay. You gradually became that someone in his life, and even if he wasn’t verbal about it, he was grateful to you. 

About… nicknames. From an outsider’s perspective, most would assume that Zoro wouldn’t be big on pet names and the like, considering that he demonstrated his familiarity through tone, not language. That was what you had presumed, too, in the beginning. It took over a week for you to slip up and call him ‘babe’, and he had flushed so violently all the way down his neck and chest. 

“What—what’d you say?”  “Nothing,” you quickly refuted. Perhaps he didn’t like it. “That was… the wind.”  “No, I—want to hear it.” Zoro glared at you, red in the face. “Again.”  “Babe.”  He smirked. “Yeah?” 

A few weeks into the relationship and your routines had already synced, with the two of you napping together on lazy afternoons, dozing away in each other’s arms; while on other days you’d workout and spar together. Sometimes he would purposefully let you pin him down onto the floor during a wrestling session, with you holding his hands above his head with a firm grip, the other pressing into his abdomen, warmth bleeding into skin. 

Zoro would spread his legs slightly wider to accommodate the girth of your knee, allowing it to settle snugly between his thighs. He’d feel himself getting turned on by the expressions you make, with you panting and straining with effort to keep him still. 

Sometimes he’d writhe around a bit, just to feel your strength overwhelming him, making you break a sweat. He’s a total perv when it comes to your scent: heavy and so, so masculine, especially after a nice, sweaty workout, sometimes even stealing your used shirts to keep them for himself. As for what he does with them—you haven’t found out yet. 

At night, though, it’s as if he becomes an entirely different person. He would crawl into bed with you after taking a shower together to wind down for the day, burying his face into the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent, damp hair tickling your cheek. 

Taking the hint, you would pull him into your arms, knowing he was feeling needy and wanted someone to hold him. He would mumble a “love you”, drape an arm over your waist and fall asleep a minute later. Your night together would end once you heard his soft snores, and you’d kiss his face and hair, lavishing him with the affection you weren’t able to give him during the day, before you, too, inevitably fall asleep. 

You had thought Zoro would be more hesitant about his wants as someone who was clearly a virgin until not long ago, but boy, you were so wrong. 

After you figured out each other’s boundaries, he’d stride up to you and tell you directly. “I’m horny,” or “Fuck me,” or “I want you in bed tonight.” On other days, when you’re busy doing something else, he would crawl onto your lap, grinding his ass against your dick to get your attention, or directly palm you through your pants when he thinks no one is looking. If he wants something, he’ll get it. 

You weren’t one to deny him of his monstrous sex drive, despite the fact that he could quite literally have you take him anywhere. Secluded alleyways, the crow’s nest, even the damn kitchen—he had tried to rile you up one time while you were pouring yourself a drink, bending over the kitchen counter with a nasty, nasty expression. 

His elbows were perched on the counter with his ass facing you, and he was biting his lip, face flushing, forming an obscene expression as he looked at you heatedly over his shoulder. 

“Somethin’ the matter?”  You scoffed at the audacity. “What do you think you’re doing?”  Zoro propped his head on his fist. “Standing.”  You sent him a look of disapproval.  “Zoro. Sanji’ll kill us. You know that.”  He smirked at this. “Like that scrawny love-cook could.”  Your eyes flitted over to the doorknob uncertainly, only to find it locked. The little shit had planned this. Of course he did.  “Are you g’na make me wait?” He pushed his hips towards you, back arching a little. “Didn’t wear any underwear for you.” 

He knew exactly what to say to turn you on, not that you weren’t hard enough already—and as much as you hated it sometimes, there was an aggravating part of you that loved it. 

“Fuck it,” you swore, ripping off your belt and hurrying over to yank down his pants, and he gave a delighted shiver, knowing he had won. 

Sex with Zoro was almost animalistic, and it made sense that his favourite positions were either mating press, or doggy-style. 

He liked having you take care of him, and occasionally he’d ask you you to fuck him until he fell asleep, but it didn’t mean that he had to play an entirely passive role in your sex life. You’d watch him take you so well, almost like he was made for it, moaning and cursing so shamelessly as he brutally thrusted back against your hips, letting you know how good you were making him feel. 

(You’d gotten several complaints by the crew from the sheer amount of noise the two of you would make during sex. No one wanted to know how big your cock was, or how tight his hole was milking you.) 

He’d let you bite him all over his back—the symbol of his pride, and it was such a turn on to know that you were the only one who could leave scars there. And it was the same for you, too: at times, when he wakes up before you, you’d feel a finger trailing the scratch marks he left all over your back and shoulders the night before, and you would hear a pleased hum as he finds one that had been scarred into skin. 

On other days, though, he’d prefer making love with you. To have you as close as possible during sex, arms wound around your neck and legs securing your waist in place, letting out breathy whines into your ear as you ground the fat tip of your cock into his prostate. 

“I’m so fuckin’ close,” he’d whimper, but you’d wait it out instead of going harder and faster like he wanted, and you knew he needed to learn this—losing control. And by the end of the night he would be trembling and sobbing in your arms as you whispered comforting phrases, telling him how good he was for waiting before giving him his reward. 

Both of you are still learning, and your relationship isn’t perfect, but you’ve grown to notice and take care of each other’s wants and needs, making the most of your time spent together, and that was more than enough. 

SANJI Falling in love with Sanji was one of the things you once feared the most, and yet the outcome made you the happiest man alive. 

You had known that he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings, but you couldn’t stop the way your affection for him seeped out in small glances, compliments—whether on the food he made for you or the way he dressed, and brief touches here and there, and the blush that bloomed on his cheeks whenever you did so just confused you even more. 

It wasn’t easy building up the courage to confess your feelings for him, but on the same night you were prepared to get rejected, he had taken liquid courage and had sort of marched towards you to grab your face and plant a firm kiss on your lips, eyes squeezed shut and slightly trembling. And that cued the beginning of your relationship. 

At first, he was, surprisingly, extremely unused to people flirting back with him, often getting flustered whenever you responded to a suggestive remark with a toe-curling kiss, or a bold touch that left goosebumps in its wake. He had always welcomed the use of pet names, though—sweetheart, darling, babe, love—the cheesier, the more he liked. 

Over the months, you found out that Sanji was an extremely attentive lover. It doesn’t matter if it was regarding food or your health, before you say the word, he would already have it prepared for you. 

“Hungry, sweetheart?”  “Not really. But thank you.”  “Tired? Want to cuddle?”  “... After I finish my work, then yeah, please.” You smiled at him—already lying on the bed, in his pyjamas, waiting for you to finish and spoon him. 

He would make special desserts for you after meals, keeping it hidden from Luffy and the others in a locked section of the refrigerator that only the both of you could access. Afterwards, as a way of saying thank you to him, you would french-kiss him with sweetness still lingering on your tongue. He found himself looking forward to those kisses. They were special to him. 

Another thing is that Sanji’s very good with his hands, so oftentimes you would find yourself in the tub with him gently massaging your shoulders and your scalp, not stopping until he’s satisfied with the string of appreciative noises you make. You would offer to help him, but he tells you every time that he’s all good with just pleasing you—knowing very well that his body wouldn’t be able to handle such an intimate massage from you. 

Jealousy was something the both of you couldn’t handle that well—one of the major things that needed fixing in your relationship. You knew he wasn’t going to give up on flirting with every beautiful woman he had an interaction with—that was imbued into his personality—but that didn’t mean you didn’t have a right to get possessive. 

One time at a bar, instead of Sanji initiating the flirting as usual, a redhead strode up to him, touched him in front of you, and pressed a kiss to his lips with a sultry smile. Sanji froze, unable to react in time, and the eye that peeked over to look at you was full of guilt and something else. 

That night, you had bent him over your lap and spanked him so hard he had turned into a blubbering mess of “more” and “too much”, crying and telling you he was sorry, that he wouldn’t let it happen again. By the time you were done with him, he had passed out with the mattress under him drenched with white, his flaccid dick telling you that he had came untouched. You cleaned him up and laid him on your shared bed, lying on the opposite side with a heavy heart. 

In the morning, you woke up to Sanji lying in your arms, his eyelids red and swollen, lips chapped. When he woke up, he had sincerely apologised, telling you that he had been genuinely so afraid of you leaving him. 

Since then, he’s only had eyes for you, even being less affectionate to Nami and Robin than usual—but one could notice him stealing dumb, lovesick glances at you, or the quirk of his eyebrow every time you spoke up, or his rare smile when you caught his eye across the room. 

Sex with Sanji depended on the mood. He was always up to trying new things—even going so far as to propose them himself.

Sometimes, he’d borrow lipstick from Nami to apply all over his lips, only to press open-mouthed kisses to your pulse, claiming your heartbeat. 

The first time you saw him with lipstick on, it felt like a fever dream. 

“Are you wearing lipstick?”  “Yeah. Do you like it?”  “You’re so fucking hot.” 

You were insanely into it. Next moment he was riding you slow with a cigarette between his full lips, staining the filter with a lovely dark red before placing it in your mouth in an indirect kiss. 

At some point you got tired of all the smoke, and decided to topple him over onto the bed so you could fuck him properly. He was gasping for air by then, and was forced to put out the cigarette out on the ashtray nearby, soft whiny moans punched out of him as he bewailed at the loss of it. 

“D-darling! Slow down—that was a perfectly—fine, hngh, cigarette—!”  “It was distracting you.”  “You’re—you’re the one who decided to jump me when I was—!”  “Not my fault you decided to wear lipstick, love.”  “Ah, just shut up n’ kiss me—” 

You bent down to kiss him with a grin, muffling his whimpers as he mumbled something about going to come soon. There were lipstick smudges all over your lips and face, and you revelled in the taste of sugar sweet mixed with the heavier, dull scent of tobacco. It should be disgusting—but he tasted heavenly to you. 

You groaned as he felt his walls grip you so suddenly, your impending orgasm crashing down onto you like magma stirring in your core. As your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, you had an epiphany. 

Sanji wore lipstick for a reason. 

The way he used to constantly flirt with women and his habit of smoking were the parts of himself that Sanji was willing to give up for you. Learning to be attentive and figuring out your likes and peeves were parts of himself that he acquired for you. 

Now, they were all bits and pieces of the man you were in a happy relationship with, the man you loved more than anything else in the world. 

And if Sanji was willing to give up himself for you, then you would do the same, for him.  masterlist! p.s. fixed!

[dotster001]

Hi. You can react the characters to the fact that the MC kissed the little Cheka?

A/N: I did it with the dorm leaders because I thought they would have a wide range of reactions. If you want more let me know.

C/W: discussions of Riddle's trauma and what it means for the future of your relationship, germaphobe Vil, and I think that's it

Little Cheka has come to visit his beloved uncle! But his beloved Uncle is tired. Luckily, he knows a certain herbivore is always willing to babysit. While you're playing with Cheka, your s/o looks over at you just in time to see you laugh and kiss his cheek.

Riddle is conflicted. Cheka is cute, like the hedgehogs he loves so much. So he understands the urge to give him kissies. In fact he'd probably give him kissies too if he felt closer to the kid.

But also, it makes him think about the lack of love he had in his own childhood, and it kind of sends him to a dark place. 

Now he's wondering, if you two ever raise kids together, if he'll be able to break the chain. He's spiraling quickly, which means his temper is shorter, and, oh look, Grim just got collared again.

Probably tries to avoid you and Cheka until he goes home. He doesn't want to think about it more than he already is, and doesn't want to take his temper out on two innocent sweet hearts.

When you come to see him after Cheka goes home, he'll ask you to sit down like you're about to have some business meeting, and you'll discuss his fears for the future. You do your best to assuage his fears. After all, you haven't even graduated yet, and neither of you is even sure you want kids. This isn't something he should worry about right now. 

But you assure him, as you press a kiss to his cheek, that should you both decide to take that route, you know Riddle will be better than his mother.

Oy! That's his herbivore!

He's lucky he woke up from his nap just in time to see that. He's immediately up and walking over to you, wrapping his arms around you so that yours are pinned to your sides, and pressing kisses all over your face.

Cheka, being a child and not understanding this is a show of dominance, thinks this is a fun game! So he climbs up on the nearest object so that he can reach your face and start giving you kisses too!

He's played this game with his dad before! What usually comes next is his dad starts to tickle him, so now he's tickling you and laughing hysterically.

Leona sees his nephew is onto something here, and starts to tickle you as well. It's a trap you didn't even realize you fell in. And now you're wriggling as much as you can to escape the barrage of tickling.

Good luck, herbivore. You're gonna need it.

Azul is not into PDA. It interferes with his sauve business like persona. So when you kiss Cheka's tiny, little, squishy cheek, he feels a surge of envy.

He immediately berates himself. It's not the same. That's a child. Children are allowed to be given love in public. It wouldn't be the same if you kissed his cheek. 

But he's thinking about it all day. He's unknowingly tapping his pen loudly on the desk as he pretends to listen to what clients are asking him for. Luckily, Jade is always on top of things, so it still looks like everything is normal to outsiders.

Would it be so bad if he were to express his love for you in public? It wouldn't be unprofessional, right? Heck, it might strike more fear into people considering he has won the love of the Ramshackle prefect. (In thinking these thoughts, he's forgetting that he's ready to melt into a puddle when you kiss him in private)

When you slide into his lap to get his attention at the end of the day, he asks if you can try giving him a kiss on the cheek in public every once in a while.

He does, in fact, die the one time you're able to try it.

Let's be real. He's giving Cheka kissies with you. When he found out you were babysitting, he was so pumped! He loves to play with littles! 

Probably brought snacks and all sorts of toys that he thought looked fun at the Mystery Shop. 

Little Cheka loves Kalim and Y/N! He wants to play with them forever! But, alas, he has to go home eventually. And when he's giving a tearful goodbye, both you and Kalim start pressing kisses all over his face, and promise you can play again soon.

Once Cheka leaves, Kalim is just as sad, and missing his siblings a little. You know how to fix this, right?

That's right! Press kisses all over his face until he's laughing and smiling again!

He has Rook keep an eye on you from time to time, since he's very busy and wants to feel like he's part of your life. (Yes, he knows it's a little creepy, that's why he doesn't tell you. 🙄)

He's at a club meeting when he gets sent a photo from Rook, of you kissing Cheka on the cheek. And his first thought is…gross.

Potato! You have no idea where that child has been! Imagine all the germs and diseases he is putting onto the skin that he has worked so hard to help you get perfect!

His second thought is about whether or not he should have you quarantine before you can touch him again. He's too busy to get sick, and whatever dirt you now have on your skin will for sure upset the delicate balance of his own skin.

Well, his club members see him furiously typing what is looking to be a long paragraph to someone. I wish you the best.

Ortho and the tablet float over to find out where you are, and after you kiss Cheka, you see the tablet go on mute.

What you don't see is Idia having a meltdown about how absolutely adorable it was to watch his S/O kiss a human cat thing! He's giggling and squealing before getting it together and unmuting the tablet and asking in a super chill voice, "what's up?"

He later finds the footage in Ortho's database and screenshots the moment. He makes it his wallpaper on his phone. 

Starts searching the web for cats you can raise together (real cats, not human cats) he wants to see his favorite human kiss all the cats!!!! He knows he'll OD on cuteness, but he doesn't care! 

Melts a little every time he thinks about the cutscene he's working so hard to unlock. But it's worth the wait when the three kitties he bought are approved to stay in his dorm, and he gets to take all the pictures he could ever want.

*Fights fae urge to kidnap the child*

You have clearly chosen this child as one to be celebrated! He materializes on the scene and immediately begins bestowing blessings on the child. Cheka will now live a long life, beloved by all his subjects, and will only know happiness to the end of his days.

Malleus is about to start bestowing extra blessings, like the ability to know every language, when Leona comes on the scene and starts yelling about how his nephew stinks of lizard. Honestly, what did he expect, the "lizard" is your boyfriend.

He scoops Cheka up and leaves, and Malleus is fighting the urge to kidnap for the second time. By now Lilia has shown up, and is not helping.

Just kiss his cheek though, and he'll forget all about it. His child of man just kissed him! Huh? What child?

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[cinnbar-bun]

One Happy Hawk (Mihawk x Reader)

Summary: After getting hit with the Happy-Happy Fruit during a fight, Mihawk returns home in a rather… peculiar fashion.

Rating: SFW /Kinda Crack

Note: Takes place during the timeskip, is crackish, and features Perona, Zoro, and a cameo from Crocodile. Reader and Mihawk are married. Reader is GN.

Word Count: ~1.7k

A/n: Hey besties, sorry, my appendix burst a few days ago and I was in the hospital! I’ll do my best to finish some requests while I recover!

Mihawk getting caught off guard was one thing but now, after Mihawk slain his attacker and was resting at home, you couldn’t tell if this new behavior of his was unnerving or welcome.

“Wow, my house is so dark! It needs some light, right?” Mihawk asked loudly, before he opened the window curtains he almost always refused to open. You, Perona, and Zoro gawked as Mihawk pranced happily around the room, opening the many windows and letting the light shine in.

He sighed happily at his work and widely smiled to all of you. “My, isn’t this lovely? The sun is so beautiful.”

You three gasped at his innocent and sweet expression that seemed to glow brighter than the sun itself.

“I-I need to take a photo-“ you quickly mumbled. Perona nodded while Zoro looked as if he’d faint.

“What? Is something wrong?” Mihawk asked, before he made his way to you and felt your forehead. “Oh, darling, are you alright? Are you sick at all?”

You shake your head and Mihawk’s face softens. “Good. Yes, very good.”

“Uh, Mihawk?!” Perona yelled. “Why are you like this?!”

Mihawk gave a confused look. “Like what?”

“Like…. Like that!!” She pointed her finger at him, unsure of where to begin. Mihawk hummed as he massaged his beard.

“Hm, I’m not sure what you mean. Aren’t I always like this? You three always bring me such joy. I just wish to change things up today,” Mihawk explained.

Zoro leaned against a wall, breathing heavily.

“What the hell is going on?!” He cried, before he handed Mihawk a sword. “Come on! Fight me!”

“Fight you? Why would I do that? That could cause serious harm to us,” Mihawk gasped. If Zoro wasn’t clinging to Perona, he may have just fainted on the spot.

“I don’t want to hear anymore of this. (Y/n), he’s your husband, please do something,” Zoro mumbled despondently.

“What should I do?! I don’t know what to do!” You frantically answered.

“Ah! I got an idea! Maybe I can sicc my Hollows onto him! That should make him grumpy again!” Perona snapped her fingers.

“Great idea!” You and Zoro said at once. Perona then turned to Mihawk and summoned a Negative Hollow to pass through Mihawk. Mihawk simply watched curiously as the Hollow went through him, unfazed.

“Did it work…?” Perona whispered, before her answer came in the form of Mihawk laughing and clapping.

“Great job, Perona! Your Hollows are always such a treat to witness! It even tickled a little!” Mihawk stated proudly to Perona.

Perona screamed at Mihawk’s face and wrapped herself around you like a koala.

“Make him stop! Make it stop!” She wailed. “Go back! Go back!”

“Perona! I’m gonna fall!” You wobble, while Perona clung to you tighter.

“Waaaaaah! I thought he’d be nicer if he was happier but I hate itttttt! Turn him back, (Y/n)!” Perona ignored your comment, sobbing loudly. You sighed and placed Perona down before going to your husband.

“Darling, why don’t we go rest and-“

“Oh my!” Mihawk’s cheeks turned red as his eyes sparkled excitedly. He grabbed your hands and held them in his. “You wish to take a nap together? What an amazing idea, my love!”

The blush on his face is too cute to resist, and you can’t help but feel your face heating up at his undivided attention. Before you can say anything else, Mihawk tilts your chin up and gazes into your eyes dreamily.

“My love, have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?”

“H-huh?” You reply, shocked at his honest compliment. Not that he never complimented you- he did- he was just usually more subtle about it.

“Yes, your eyes lead me astray every day. I wish to melt into them. I wish to look into your eyes forever and never be parted from you. I sometimes wonder if you are even real with how beautiful and ethereal you are. But when I look into your precious eyes, I know for certain that you are real, and I’m so grateful to have you in my life,” he stated earnestly, a gentle smile on his face.

You giggle at his proclamation of love and twirl your hair with your finger.

“On second thought, maybe we should keep him like this,” you grin.

“No way!!” Perona and Zoro shout in unison. You huff and pout, before Mihawk strokes your head.

“My love, please do not frown. I did promise that I would never let you be unhappy again.”

You perk back into a smile and nod. “Yes, you did!”

“Ah, there’s that smile I love so much!”

You two hold hands and smile in such a disgustingly cute way that Zoro and Perona gag.

“Great. Now (Y/n)’s fallen into his charms,” Perona groaned.

“We have to do something. I can’t become the greatest swordsman if this is how Mihawk quits,” Zoro pinched his forehead.

“New plan!” Perona pounded her hand in determination. “We make him remember how grumpy he is!”

Zoro nodded, eager to get his teacher back to normal.

“Hey, Mihawk!” Perona shouted to get his attention.

“Yes, Perona?” Mihawk replied, curious about what she wished to say.

Perona snickers and pulls out two coats, his usual black and red one, and the pink one she designed for him in an attempt to be ‘cute’. “Which one do you like more?”

Mihawk looked deep in thought. “The pink one. It’s clear that you put so much love and effort into tailoring it for me. And it even matches your outfit!”

Perona’s face shrivels up as Mihawk decides to wear the pink coat. “Yes, just splendid! You really have outdone yourself Perona! How do I look?”

You and Perona clamp a hand over your mouth as your eyes water at the adorable coat on a smiling Mihawk.

“So… cute…” you two mumble.

“Would you two knuckleheads think straight for a moment?! He’s obviously not himself! We have to fix him, not play dress up with him!”

“Now, now, Zoro,” Mihawk wags his finger. “There’s no need to yell. (Y/n) and Perona just wished to compliment me on my new outfit. I think it’s a great-“

Before Mihawk can finish, his Den Den Mushi begins to ring and he answers it quickly.

“Hello? Ah, Sir Crocodile! How wonderful it is to hear your voice!”

You and Perona snapped out of your thoughts as Zoro’s eyes widened in horror.

“Shit! They’re coming today for a meeting!” You whisper-shout as you remember the important meeting Mihawk told you about. “Quick, we can’t have them think anything is wrong!”

Zoro and Perona nod and run around the room, closing the windows again and redecorating so the place looks just as cold as before. Mihawk raises a brow as you swipe his Den Den Mushi and laugh nervously.

“Good morning, Sir Crocodile! I’m so sorry to tell you this, but it seems like my poor Mihawk has come down with a nasty cold!” You try your best to sound worried in hopes Crocodile will cancel the meeting.

“But darling, I’m perfectly-“ Mihawk tries to argue, before Zoro and Perona cover his mouth.

“He… is sick? Mihawk?” Crocodile asks, unimpressed and not believing a word you say.

“Mhm! He’s just had the nastiest cough you could ever imagine!” You glance at Zoro and he begins to cough loudly. “Can't you hear him? He’s been like that all day!”

“Right. And that is why he sounded so chipper to greet me just now?”

“Oh, the medicine the doctor’s gave him makes him rather… uh… loopy! Yes! He’s been a bit out of it!”

“Mihawk,” Crocodile sternly says, and Mihawk breaks free from Zoro and Perona’s grip.

“Yes, Crocodile?” Mihawk replies.

“Are you truly sick?”

Mihawk laughs loudly. “Oh no, my friend! I’m not sure why my love is saying such things to you! I’m excited to have you over, in fact!”

You, Perona, and Zoro are frozen in shock as it is silent on the other end of the line.

“Dear lord,” Crocodile states, stunned at what he just heard. “It’s alright. We can have the meeting another time.”

“What? But why, Crocodile? I’m completely fine!”

“No I… I think your partner is correct. You are very sick. You should lie down.”

“I don’t need to do that! I’m absolutely okay! I was even going to make you my famous cookies for the meeting!” Mihawk shouts, hoping Crocodile changes his mind.

“Goodbye, Mihawk,” Crocodile quickly says before he disconnects the call. Mihawk pouts sadly as he holds onto his Den Den Mushi.

“Aw… he’s not coming today anymore,” Mihawk sighs. You pat your husband on the shoulder to soothe him.

“It’s alright, my love. You two can have that meeting another time!”

“You’re right! And I’ll absolutely impress him with those cookies! In fact, I’ll go make some cookies right now!” Mihawk shouts as he runs to the kitchen.

“How long is this thing supposed to last?” Perona whines. Zoro waves his hand and begins to walk towards the staircase. “I saw nothing. Today was just a bad dream.”

You massage your temples as you follow your husband to the kitchen, praying for this “condition” to pass soon.

Bonus:

“Ugh, my head is killing me…” Mihawk groans. He winces as he notices the light pouring through his open windows. He registers a heavy weight around his arm as he notices you’re sleeping peacefully beside him. A warm feeling builds up in his chest before he looks down to see he’s wearing… pink pajamas with red and black ribbons on them.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then opens his eyes again. It is not just a dream, but in fact, reality. He is wearing those pajamas that Perona made him. He sighs and closes his eyes.

“I’ll deal with this in about an hour,” he mumbles to himself, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in closer.

[pablitogavii]

Can i request something fluff with gavi?

Hard times together

It was a hard game with many injured players but fighting till the last second. Pablo was a winner and anything other than that was unacceptable for your angry bird.

No matter how many times you had the same conversation exposing to him that they can’t win every single fame, he is still stubborn enough to listen.

“Amor, it was a good match..you’ll win next time” you can back home following after him into the bedroom where he threw himself into the bed dramatically.

“We should have won! That goal shouldn’t have been removed! It’s not fair!!” He shine laying on his stomach and hiding his face into the pillow. Aww poor baby!!!

You sighed getting on top of him and just laying there on his back while nuzzling your nose into his neck trying to find his face. You knew he was a bit ticklish and you tried getting f him to laugh at least a little bit.

“Amorrr!!! Stooop!” He whined still and you sighed kissing his cheek about to move off but his strong arms wouldn’t let you. Seems like he just wanted you to stop the tickles but still keep cuddling him? He’s so adorable! ! !

“What do you need cariño???” You ask and he shrugged his shoulders. Pablo wasn’t a big talker, and he almost never just says what he needs. You got to know him so well that you could guess for yourself at this point.

“Wanna lay on my chest and let me play with your hair for awhile? Maybe take a nap? Huh?” You suggested and he immediately nodded his head and you both moved to the position he severely loved the most. Obviously to his friends, he’s only one holding you and stuff!!! But you didn’t mind loving that he is free to be vulnerable with you.

“I’m even more angry that you traveled to watch me and we lost! It’s annoying!” He said and you smiled at how much he cares leaning down and kissing your head while continuing to play with his messy curly hair.

“I’m still so proud of you amor..so proud!” You say and he smiles finally nodding his head and moving up to kiss all over your neck.

"Hmm but I want to win for you..always princesa" he whined like a baby and you smiled knowing what it means for him to win with Barça but also to prove that he is 'good enough'. You both strive very hard in your careers because you want to feel accomplished, which is why you comeptlely understood him and vice versa.

"I know cariño..pero tú siempre estas mi campeon" you say kissing his forehead and he looks up with that adorable pout on his handsome face. You giggled kissing his pout and he blushed a little. He was so cute when he was needy like this!!!

"Promiso???" he asked and you smiled nodding your head while pecking his lips a few times more.

"Promiso.." you say loving the way his smile looked when he was reassured that you will always be there with him. He knew that he found something really special with you and he was always making sure to take care of it.

"Get your ass up Gavira!" Mario barged in without knocking (which he always does) with Ale following behind giggling when he saw Pablo laying on your chest like an adorable little baby.

"You don't know how to knock cabrón!?" Pablo said but didn't make an effort to move from your chest and hide how much he was enjoying this position right now. He didn't care what anyone thought since everyone already knew what a huge simp he was for his girl.

" We're going to celebrate!!!" Ale added earning a death glare from his friend.

"Celebrate what!? If you haven't watched the match, we lost cabrón!" Pablo was grumpy and that meant angry bird was surfacing which his friends knew very well.

"So what?? You still scored and played really well! Come on, stop being a baby and get off your girlfriend's chest so we can go out and party!!!" Ale said clearly more in the mood for the party than your boy right now. You knew what it meant being in Barça..winning wasn't an option but a necessity.

"Maybe it's not a bad idea to go have some fun out, huh cariño?? Forget about the match for awhile???" you ask and he raised his head a little pouting and shaking his head..he just wanted everyone to leave and let him sleep on your chest in peace.

You smiled kissing his lips and starting to play with his hair while he laid down nuzzling further into your chest not caring that his friends were right there watching. You were blushing hard a little embarrassed at them staring at Pablo practically hiding his nose in between your breasts.

"Lucky cabrón..." Mario said and Pablo pulled you even closer so that he was completely covering your chest with his body not wanting his friends to keep staring and making you uncomfortable.

"Stop staring!" Pablo said and both bots flipped him off saying politely goodbye to you before leaving to have some fun tonight. You giggled once you and your boy were finally alone again.

"You being a little celoso cariño???" you ask noticing that the moment his friends were gone he moved from trying to cover your chest.

"Tu eres mia! Let me sleep amor!!" he of course whined not wanting to be teased so you decided to let it go and him win cuddling him and playing with his hair for hours while he napped on your chest.

"Mi campeon cariñoso..rest up..I'll always be there for you..through both good and hard times..siempre contigo" you whispered knowing that he was asleep but Pablo heard it feeling his heart melt at those words. They meant everything to him..<33

[ebaylee422]

Night Shift

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Author’s note: saw a prompt from @newlips​ and immediately got inspo. Unfortunately I can’t find the post! Anyway enjoy this sleep deprived drabble. Also 100% a fix it fic, is post season 4.

Summary: Sleepy sex with Eddie, you both work so hard. What's a little time to yourselves gonna hurt?

Characters: Just Eddie and Reader

Warnings/Tags: SMUT (Minors DNI!), riding, p in v sex, slight dacryphilia, mentions of trauma season 4.

Word Count: 1.5k

The jingle of keys and heavy boots woke you up from your cocoon of warmth in the bed you shared together. Looking at the clock, it was just after 1 in the morning. The bedroom door opened to Eddie sans work boots but still dressed in his work clothes. Chocolate eyes immediately find yours in the darkness.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. Reeking of oil and chemicals from the Plant. Since moving in together, Eddie spent his weekday mornings at the auto shop. You would have an early dinner together, and then the rest of his nights and weekends into the early morning was spent there like Wayne. Only sleeping in between shifts or before Hellfire on Friday nights. It was crazy to think he would actually get any sleep ever, but keeping his mind busy kept the nightmares away, and the jobs strengthened his body after Vecna’s bats nearly killed him. Together, you had almost saved enough money to leave Hawkins. You just needed a little more time. The shower was turned on, and you could hear Eddie’s belt hit the floor, turning with excitement. Then huffing when realizing he’d shut the bathroom door. Light from underneath and from the edges seeped into your bedroom. You rolled back over to your side, leaving the blankets open for Eddie to slip into. Alarms are already set so you could pack him a lunch and wake him up on time. Giving you enough time to share some affection over your ancient coffee pot before heading for a shift at the hospital. The shower stopped abruptly, and shuffling made you question what exactly was taking him so long.

“Eds?” You called out into the darkness, a gurgle and spit clued you in. The door creaked out not soon after, a dip in the bed made you tingle with excitement. You always slept better with Eddie, his calves warming your toes or how he would rub your back as you cuddled into his chest, hair frizzy twisting it between your fingers. 

“Hi, baby. ‘m all clean now.” You hummed, reaching for his arm in the darkness, pulling it over your chest. Eddie moved closer to spoon your backside, bare legs against your own. His hair damp against the pillows. Now, he smelled like himself, apple shampoo, and some strong patchouli spray he used as a cologne.

" 'missed you." You groaned into the pillow,

"You're cute when you speak in half sentences."

" 'm not-"

"Okay, princess. It's nap time now." He nuzzle into your back damp hair tickling you.

"Your gonna get sick."

"What?"

"Going to bed with wet hair, Eds. You can get sick."

"Good thing, I know this very capable nurse." He teasingly cooed,

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Nursing me back to health all the time, but she's no good without her beauty sleep." You pull on his arm hair before stretching your cold feet out against him. "Oww! What you should be concerned about it how cold your feet get."

"Shhh, sleep time." Effectively silencing him, cozy in your embrace.

You turn in your sleep, hearing Eddie whimpering. Blankets tossed away from his shivering body, he's curled in on himself. Most of the times he won't even remember what he was dreaming about, but nonetheless, it would scare him to be woken up. So you fluffed the blankets over the two of you again and wiggled your way between him and the mattress. Instantly, you were pulled closer, threading your leg between his. Arms wrapping around your back, you both releasing a sigh. It took him a few minutes for his breathing to sooth.

"Was it happening again?" He whispered into the crown of your head, voice horse with sleep. Your lips traced over the tattoos of his collarbone, the smoothness wanted you to litter his skin with kisses rather than the scars covering his frame.

"Not so bad tonight, do you remember?" His head shook no, and he took a deep breath.

"You were there, it was freezing. Not much else."

"I'm right here, Eds." You squeezed him as if you could get any closer. He was thinking the same.

"I know." His hand cradled the back of your neck, pulling you the distance to his lips. It was a sweet, tender kiss that tasted like the toothpaste you share. Surrounded by each others warmth, you pushed him to lay on his back, and he pulled you along to lay on his chest. Lips moving lazy and soft against each other, heating your core just begging to be completely overwhelmed by him.

"Want you, Eds." You begged, gasping as his lips sucked below your jaw. His hands moved underneath the shirt you wore, lifting it over your head he tossed it somewhere on the bed. Leaving you both in only underwear, you rocked against his thigh as he explored the newly exposed skin. Callouses brushed along your taut nipples as he felt you.

"Take what you need, Princess." He purred, freeing a hand to move one of your thighs to straddle him. He could feel the damping spot against his hardening length, shifting awkwardly enough to ensue giggles as you pushed his boxers down his legs. Licking and spitting into your hand to stroke his uncut length, hips bucking in response. Eddie groaned as he pushed your panties to the side, helping you balance as you moved his sensitive tip along your wet folds. Moaning when he grazed your clit, it sent shivers of anticipation down your spine. Eddie gasped when you lined him at your entrance, holding your hips in a bruising grip as you slowly sunk down. You whimpered, folding yourself over his chest once he was fully seated inside you. Gripping his shoulders to ground yourself, you swiveled your hips experimentally. Looking to find his eyes already watching you, lips clashing, sharing breaths as you tried to set a steady rhythm. Your legs and core started to burn with effort, but it wasn't quite enough to get you there.

"Need help, Eds." Eddie felt the stutter in your movements before you spoke and took the opportunity to grasp the globes of you ass in his hands. Frustration started to fuel your movements, whimpering as his cock filled you completely.

"Aw baby, crying for my cock?" Helping you rock against him, it was slow still but deeper. "Can't take it, baby, you can. You can take it, baby." The hair of his groin catching on your clit as he took over your movements.

"So good, make me feel so good, Eds." Tears fell in your overwhelming pleasure, his length pulsing against that spongy spot inside you.

"My pretty girl, just like that. So pretty when you cry on my cock." He let out a chest rattling moan when you clenched down in response to his words, planting his feet on the bed. You didn't fall back when you leaned back against him, rubbing your clit in tandem to his movements.

"Good girl. Touch yourself, wanna watch you cum on my cock. Fill you up real good, shit-" Thrusting up and swiveling your hips together, Eddie stuttered with a particularly hard thrust up. You cried out, high blooming in your center. Seeing him, feelings him, smelling him, hearing him. All of it is distant but not enough until your lips meet, becoming mirror images. Eddie twitched inside you, spilling his seed deep in you. Flipping you over, lips locked to hold you against him. His lifeline to reality. Wiping your drying tears with kisses galore across your cheeks. He pulled out gently, taking your panties off and using the shirt he'd thrown off you to wipe his cum from between your legs.

"Eddie-"

"You will not need that shirt for the rest of the night if I can help it." He admonished, kissing you deeply again to rid the furrow of your brows. Somehow, you managed to pull away from him long enough to pee and clean up a bit better. When you trotted back into the bedroom, he was fast asleep. Mouth wide open, drooling on his pillow. Hair a complete wreck. You checked the time, it was just past 5 a.m. In 15 minutes, you'd have to wake up his squishy face. Dark circles a constant around his sweet eyes. Slipping back under the blankets, Eddie immediately laid against the plush of your chest, making your heart swell even more. You ran your fingers through his unruly mane, he hummed in his sleep. An unspoken 'I love you' ringing between you. Maybe staying in bed for an extra 15 minutes isn't such a bad idea.

Masterlist

[lamet00wn]

Sumeru characters taking care of you when you’re sick scenarios

Characters: Al’haitham, tighnari, cyno, Candace, Dehya

Tags: GN!Reader, fluff, Sfw, comfort, bathing together, cuddling, teeth rotting sweet, nesting

Al’Haitham

He’s seated at his desk in your shared room, you are laying on the bed. You were taking a nap that was a lot longer than your usual naps. Al’haitham noticed and used the time to work on some important documents. He was too focused on his work to notice you stir. The hot atmosphere and the blanket caused you to whine. You could feel the fever aching your entire body

Though he feels bad about it, he can admit your noises caused a noticeable annoyance. He groaned to himself when your tossing and turning didn’t stop. “Is something wrong?” He reluctantly spewed, eyes not leaving his paper. Only when he heard a pitiful little “help..” did he turn to you, rushing to your side after he noticed your distress. He sat down next to you. His hand went to your forehead. The frown he always wore grew worse and worry filled his face. He couldn’t help but pull you to him and cradle you. “I’m so sorry, darling. Are you okay?” He softened his voice to accommodate for his rough exterior, not just his physical exterior.

“Don’t.. feel good..” you shivered out, taking a lot of your energy to talk. He nodded and picked you up in his arms. He carried you to the couch, silently, and placed you down. He followed up by wrapping you in a blanket, getting a fan to put in front of you, giving you the TV remote. “I’m going to make you some soup” he gave the top of your head a kiss. He quietly went to the kitchen to focus on heating up your favorite type of soup. You scrolled through the different selection before choosing the show you guys have been watching together. He returned to your side after around 8 minutes, he wrapped his arm around you. he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. You leaned away and pressed a hand to his chest. “I don’t.. wanna get you sick” he looked down to you before softly chuckling which made you melt. “Then you’ll just have to take care of me when I get sick” he compromised before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Tighnari

He could sense your sickness arising before you even felt the symptoms. You were sitting on the bed, playing on your switch when you started to feel extremely uncomfortable. You had ignored it for too long now and decided to lay down. Your head was spinning. Before you could even confirm you were sick, Tighnari was back from the store. He went straight to your guy’s bedroom and came in. You started to sit up. He firmly hand on your chest to keep you down. It was comforting though. “ ‘Nari-“ you were met with his smile and a hushed “shhh. It’s okay. Just relax. I’ve got everything you need. I got you snacks, some gatorade, medicine, and a new buddy” he handed you a cute little green fox plushie which you immediately hugged in your arms

Tighnari strongly suggested having comfort items like stuffed animals or blankets. They help with stress and mental struggles. He usually gets you an item, which is usually a stuffed animal, every time he goes out or can. He already had the remote in his hand, giving it to you. He started to put pillows and blankets all around you, creating some sort of nest. He tucked blankets and pillows under you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his touch, okay maybe he intentionally tickled you just to see you smile. He stayed focused though and acted as though he wasn’t even bothering you. After he was all done, he started opening food and your drink for you. After your medicine, you guys cuddled until you eventually succumbed to slumber, smiling of course.

Cyno

You were a whimpering mess (pause) from the discomfort of your sickness. Even though cyno doesn’t show it to anyone, and hardly shows it to you, he babies the shit out of you. It takes a lot to break down the walls around his heart but he’s really a big ol’ teddy bear, secretly of course. He came back into the room and held up your personalized water bottle he got for you. He glared at you, bottle in one hand and a bag of goodies to help you in the other.

“I didn’t spend 60 bucks to get you your own water bottle, for you to not drink any damn water” he set the bottle down next to you. He took out some food for you to eat so you could take your medicine. While you ate and watched some let’s plays he cleaned up all your gross tissues, silently. He didn’t make a face even when he touched a slimy part. Once you were all cleaned up he got a cold, damn rag to gently pat your face with to cool you down. “Stop being sick.” He tried to be comforting which you indeed felt comforted. He nuzzled into your neck after you had both settled down to take a nap. Once you had fallen asleep, cyno kissed your heated cheek and sighed. “I love you, snotty” he whispered. You smiled in your sleep

Candace

Candace held you close to her. The back of her hand was on your forehead. She shook her head in disappointment “didn’t I tell you to stay inside when it was storming. Now look at you, all pitiful” she teased with a pout pursing her lips. “This won’t do.” Was all she said before lifting you in her arms. She carried you across the hallway of your guy’s apartment and into the bathroom. She sat you on the toilet, you shivering. She couldn’t help but giggle at you. You looked so sad and hopeless. Good thing she was there to help.

She turned on the faucet to the tub, checking the warmth before adjusting the knob. “Is this okay, love?” She asked softly. You leaned over to feel the water. You nodded when it was the right temperature. She very carefully undressed you and kissed all around your body as she did to try and comfort you. She very carefully listed you once more once undressed and lowered you into the warm water. The warm water surrounded your cold body, earning a hum from your lips. She kissed your head before going to walk out. You reached and grabbed her wrist. She turned to you, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. “Stay..”you pleaded. Your sad, sick little face melted her heart. She quickly undressed. She tied her hair back before slipping in right behind you. She smiled brightly, wrapping her arms around your waist, just loving being with you.

Dehya

Dehya was actually on patrol when she got a message from you that you were sick. She got a fellow friend to cover for her. She basically ran home after getting medicine. She kicked down the door due to all the stuff in her hands. You were already on the couch, basically upside down from hanging off the couch. She dropped all the snacks that weren’t even good for you and the medicine. She pulled your hair back and kissed your forehead “awww. You poor thing. I brought you candy! And buttered chicken!” She smiled.

You smiled softly. “Did you get the soup?” You asked. She sighed and shook her head “they were out. But! I got some stuff to make it! Don’t you worry, babe. I’ll make it even better” she said, determined. She helped you get comfortable on the couch and got to cooking. She kept coming back to let you taste everything to make sure it was good. Every single time she gave you a kiss too. Once she was finished you both ate some soup and cuddled up while watching a scary movie. She says it’ll ‘scare the sickness away’. She let you cuddle into her no matter that it was getting sweaty. She loved to see you happy even in your worst times.

[callsign-dexter]

Maverick is a dad?!

Summary: Omg I loved you last fic it was so cute!! I loved how you included the large amount of peer pressure that people in these situations can face and they still stuck with their gut and went to where they felt safe.

I was wondering if I could request another maverick x daughter reader

(background) my cousin is in the military and I attended a gala with him and I saw the cutest thing ever. A soldier holding his sleeping daughter while at the party and my heart immediately was like omg Maverick would so do this!!!

so can I please request one where maverick attends the navy ball with his daughter as his plus one but after some time she starts to get tired. So she does that little toddler whine/cry (not a fit but like they are tired) so Mav starts to think that something is wrong but the only thing he can understand is “I tired” so he realizes that she missed her nap so he picks her up and she falls asleep. So maverick goes through the remainder of the party with a sleeping toddler clinging to his shoulder. Maybe his teammates tease him a little but there wives and girlfriends think it is the sweetest thing ever and just gush to Mav about his sleeping baby.

totally your choice and I love all that you do

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

First Installment: Light of His Life

Second Installment: Maverick is a dad?!

Third Installment: Crossing Paths

The Navy Gala was something that Maverick dreaded going to always seeing families together and being happy. He never had anyone to go with always going alone. Maverick never really made friends besides Goose, Carole, and Little Bradley. But when Y/N came along, at just a week old, everything changed for him and his lifestyle, the only people that knew about her were the higher-ups and the Bradshaw family, Carole helped a lot when it came to having to babysit and just being a parent.

Y/N was too young when Maverick came into the custody of her. But now that she was 3 years old he thought it was time for her to attend a Navy Gala. Maverick initially didn't want to announce he had a kid but he knew that he couldn't hide her forever plus Goose, Carole, and Bradley were going to be there.

Maverick got dressed in his dress whites and then turned to his 3-year-old sitting on his bed. He could see her from the mirror so she was never out of his sight.

"How do I look, Sunshine?" Maverick asked her, he started calling her Sunshine because she lit up his world when she came into his life. The little girl looked at her dad and scrunched up her nose, a trait her daddy loved, and closed one eye seeming to think about it. One hand comes to her chin to tap it. Then she smiled a bright smile.

"Good Daddy!" She said in her cheery voice. Maverick smiled at her and went over to her tickling her which made her screech and laugh.

"Thank you, Sunshine." Maverick said pulling back "Now we need to get you dressed." He said and picked her up and walked her to her room and sat her down on her bed. He walked to her closet and opened it. He pushed some clothes out of the way until the mini navy blue dress come into view. He pulled it out and walked over to her with it. "Ok, Sunshine. Time to get dressed." He said and started to undress her. While getting her ready he tickled her every now and then making her giggle. He got her dress on and sat her down "Ok shoes." He said to no one in particular, he went to her closest again and pulled out her white sandals. He shut it and walked to her and put her shoes on her. He then looked at her hair. "Ok, Sunshine. How do you want your hair?" He asked her again she made the face she did when he asked her how he looked, then she smiled.

"Side braids Daddy!" She said and he laughed.

"Ok, Sunshine." Maverick said with a giggle. He picked her up, careful to keep her dress down, walked her to the bathroom, and sat her on the counter. He started to brush her hair gently while making faces at her through the mirror. He put the brush down and started to on the right side of her head, gently pulling her hair out of her face and splitting it into three sections, and crossing them over creating a braid until the back of her head and then bringing it around to her. "Hold that for Daddy, please Sunshine." She nodded her head with a smile and took it from him. He repeated the process with the left side and then took the right braid from her and then braided them together and then the end and tied it off with a clear plastic band. He smiled proud of himself and ran a hand through her naturally curly dark locks. When he got custody of her he immediately started to learn hair and even had Carole to help, she was happy to have a little girl to practice hair on since you can only do so much with a boy's hair. He had to add one more touch, he pulled out some navy blue ribbon, that Carole bought him, and tied it in a bow, exactly like Carole showed him. "All done Sunshine." He told her with a smile and helped her down.

"Daddy, how do I look?" Y/n asked twirling.

"Perfect. You look perfect." Maverick said with tears welling up and smiling. They still had some time to kill but decided to get ready early in case something happened. He was so lost in thought that the doorbell ringing made him jump and made Y/N smile.

"UNCKY GOOSEY!" Y/N practically yelled, that kid loved that man, and took off for the door with her dad right behind her.

"Y/N/N slow down before you trip and don't open the door." Maverick said and caught up with her before she could open the door and picked her up. He opened the door to reveal the Bradshaw family. Y/N made grabby hands toward Goose who gladly took her.

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire don't you look like a princess." Goose said and hugged her and she giggled. He put her down and she ran to Carole and she hugged her.

"You look pretty baby. Mav you did a really good job." Carole said and let her go and then turned to Bradley and hugged him and he returned it.

"Thank you. You helped a lot." Maverick told her. With all the greetings out of the way. "Ok, let's go." He said and headed outside, Goose, Carole, and Bradley got in the Bronco and Maverick and Y/N got in his Ford Range Rover, he still had his bike but figured he needed an actual car to travel with a kid. He put Y/N into her car seat and they all headed towards base.

They arrived on base around noon, it started at 1, and Maverick’s nerves grew a million questions running through his head. How will his squad react to him having a kid? Was this a mistake? He completed turning around and leaving but a tap on his window brought him out of his head and knew there was no turning back. He got out and got his little girl out of her car seat.

"Hey, Mav you ok?" Goose asked him before meeting Carole and Bradley on the back end of the car.

"Yea just a little nervous." He said still carrying Y/N.

"Everything is going to be ok. We're here if something goes wrong." Goose told him and Maverick just nodded. Maverick put Y/N down and held her hand. They started walking into the building. They got in and looked around Maverick felt Y/N squeeze his hand a sign of nervousness he looked down and bent down to her level.

"It's ok sweetheart. I know it's overwhelming but I'll be right here with you. If I can't be with you then you stick with Carole, Bradley, or Goose, ok?" Maverick comforted her and asked her.

"Ok, Daddy." She said kind of mumbled but loud enough for him to hear. He hugged her and stood back up.

"Mav we need to go say hi." Goose said and Maverick nodded and turned to Carole.

"Go! I got her." Carole said and they both left. She went over to the other wives and girlfriends with the kids in tow. Y/N was quiet never really been away from her daddy. She stuck close to Bradley and Carole. It was nearing 3 in the afternoon when little Y/N started to get tired, she was supposed to have a nap at noon but had woke up a little later than usual. Carole was talking and she didn't want to interrupt since her daddy taught her better than that. She wanted her daddy. When there was a break in the conversation she got Carole's attention and she bent down to her level. "What's up baby?" She asked her and Y/N pouted and mumbled and started to rub her eyes "What was that baby?" She asked one more time.

"Want my daddy." Y/N said and Carole nodded.

"Ok, let's go find him." Carole said and picked her up and grabbed Bradley's hand. After searching for Goose and Maverick she walked to them excusing them when they had to go past people and they finally reached them. She tapped Maverick on the shoulder and he turned around and saw Carole holding his little girl. "Somone wanted her daddy." She said. He noticed her expression on her face.

"What's wrong Sunshine?" Maverick asked her. She mumbled some stuff but nothing coherent. He took her from Carole and Y/N immediately clung to him "One more time." He said and leaned closer to her to hear her and started to pout and cry throwing a fit but not enough to make a scene.

"I'm tired." Y/N said and rubbing her eyes vigorously and then it hit him, she was supposed to have a nap at noon. They had at least another 3 hrs to go.

"Oh, Sunshine. You missed a nap. Go ahead and go to sleep. I'll hold you." Maverick told her and she nodded laying her head on his shoulder and burying her face into his neck and instantly fell asleep. He turned around to finish talking to Goose, Viper, and Jester who all had a smile on their face. They continued to talk until the two older gentlemen were pulled away. As Goose, Carole, Bradley, Maverick, and Y/N all hung out together they heard some whispers but most of all he could hear his little girl's soft snores and her breath on his neck.

Over where Ice, Slider, Hollywood, Wolfman, and the others with their significant others were talking, Ice spots Maverick with Y/N in his arms. Ice slaps Slider several times trying to get his attention until finally he does.

"What?" Slider said while rubbing his arm all Ice did was point at where Maverick was.

"Am I just seeing things or am I drunk?" Ice said not taking his eyes off Maverick.

"Not drunk we're seeing it too. You think that's his kid?" Wolfman asks him not fully believing it.

"Can't be. It has to be Goose's kid." Slider said while their significant others all talked and gossiped about how cute it was.

"No, I don't think so. She looks too much like Maverick." Hollywood said. Sarah, Ice's significant other, cut in.

"Well it's just adorable and I think we should go say and introduce ourselves." She said and all others agreed well except the men. The men didn't have a choice with them being dragged over to the little group. Carole was the first one to notice the large group stroll up.

"Hey, guys!" Carole said to them not worrying about how loud she was since Y/N could sleep through anything, she got that from her father.

"Hey! We thought we would come over and say and introduce ourselves." Wolfman's wife said earning a groan from the others which resulted in some elbows to the ribs.

"Well, I'm glad you did." She said they introduced themselves more like the women to Goose, Maverick, Carole, and Bradley. Maverick tightened his grip on his daughter.

"I'll ask the question we're all dying to know. Who does the little girl belong to?" Ice said getting straight to the point and earning a slap on the arm from Sarah. Goose and Maverick looked at each other with Goose giving him a nod of encouragement.

"She's mine." Maverick said a little defensively and his arms tightened but not enough to hurt her. Everyone was stunned in silence.

"Maverick is a dad?!" Slider pretty much yelled and asked and his jaw dropped.

"Well, she's just so cute!" Elizabeth, Wolfman's significant other said "What's her name?" She asked wanting to touch her but refraining from it wanting to respect the father's space.

"Her name is Y/N Grace Mitchell." Maverick told them as Y/N shifted and turned her head away from her father's neck. She continued to sleep away.

"Why didn't you tell us about her?" Ice asked him and Maverick sighed.

"I figured you guys wouldn't care. I mean we had our own things to worry about, why would you having known I had a kid be important?" Maverick said and everyone's hearts melted, including Ice's.

"Where's her mother?" Slider asked curious.

"Not in the picture. Gave up rights as soon as she was born. She was the result of a one-night stand." Maverick told them. Everyone was silent.

"Did you do her hair?" Holly, Hollywood's significant other, asked in awe.

"Yes, I did. When she came into my life I started to learn hair and had some help from Carole. Her hair is naturally curly so that helped some." Maverick told her and the look of awe on her face was perfect. Y/N slowly started to wake up and leaned opened her eyes and leaned back, Maverick who had felt her move looked at her. "Hi there, Sunshine. Nice nap?" Maverick asked her and she nodded her head. Everyone's hearts melted even more and a chorus of 'aw' came out from all the women. "You think you're up for meeting some people?" He asked her and she made a face but nodded. She turned around and some people she didn't know. "Y/N I want you to meet Ice, Sarah, Slider, Avery, Hollywood, Holly, Wolfman, and Elizabeth." He told her their names knowing it was a lot but knew she was a smart girl and would be able to remember even for her age.

"Hi Y/N. It's nice to meet you." Ice said with his charming smile and she smiled back and hid into her father's neck. Everyone was in awe. Goose laughed and tickled her sides which she giggled.

They stayed together talking and including Bradley, who was now in Carole's arms, Y/N in their conversations and occasionally eating. By the time 6 PM rolled around it was time to go home. Everyone was bidding their goodbyes but Ice stopped them from leaving just yet.

"If you ever need help with her or anything, we're here for you." Ice told him and the rest nodded and Maverick didn't know what to say.

"Thank you, guys. It means a lot." He finally said. They all bid their goodbyes and headed out of the building. Maverick, Y/N, and the Bradshaw family arrived at their cars and Maverick put his little girl in her car seat and kissed her head before closing the door. He turned around to Goose and Carole, Bradley had already been put in the Bronco. "Goodnight guys. I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked.

"Of course Mav! You and Y/N are always welcome to hang out around us! You know she and Bradley love to play together." Carole said.

"Absolutely Mav. Goodnight." Goose said with a smile. They hugged each other and got in their cars. Maverick looked back checking on his little girl and she was fast asleep again. He backed out after Goose smiling. He was glad she was not a secret anymore but boy was it nerve-wracking to tell. He was glad he had people to help out when he needed it and maybe Ice and the others would give him some more respect now, they had grown some respect when he brought Ice, Slider, and Goose home safely.

When they got home he parked his car and got out and went to the back seat, he unbuckled his little girl, shut the door, and walked into the house after unlocking it. He walked in and shut it then walked up the stairs and to Y/N's room. Amazingly she was still asleep, he hated to wake her up be needed to get her changed.

"Sunshine." Maverick said while rubbing her back and she slowly started to wake up.

"Daddy?" Y/N asked and he smiled

"Hey there. I need to get you changed and then you can go back to sleep ok?" Maverick asked her and she nodded sleepily. He went on about getting her changed with little help from her. He then tucked her in and kissed her forehead "Goodnight, Sunshine. I love you." He whispered and she snuggled into her pillow holding her stuffed F-14. Y/N didn't answer already had fallen asleep. He didn't bother taking her hair down but did take the ribbon out.

Maverick turned and walked out of her room cracking the door slightly. He went about tidying the house up and watching some TV until about 10 PM and then started to get ready for bed. He checked on Y/N one more time then walked into his room and got changed and climbed into bed. As he was drifting off to sleep a smile graced his face, he was glad he had her in his life and happy that he has a team to support him. He might've been scared to bring her out into the world of aviators but, he knew that she would have them wrapped around her finger in no time.

[noses-in-winter]

Hey, She Has To Wake Up, Anyway (18+)(F sneeze, F/M, tickling into sneezing awake, foreplay)

These characters are Lor Sheldon, awkward nonbinary guy who is terminally horny, especially about noses and everything they can do! He has a hard time not feeling shy about that. He's extremely bisexual and gives off that energy, don't worry. I've written about him here and here. Feat. his total soulmate Piper (who I just wrote about here!) who is also terminally horny and is SO pumped about getting Lor to explore his kinks. They're both mid-30s in this which is when they're peak obsessed with each other.

In this fic, Lor wakes Piper up from a nap by making her sneeze (it's cool, they've talked about this, she's into it). Lot of detail about how he's touching her nostrils and stuff. Went kinda wild there.

please don't reblog to non-sneeze blogs, minors do not follow or interact THANKS

She had encouraged him more than enough times for Lor to believe that Piper meant it when she said she would be happy to…indulge him, with anything he wanted to do regarding her nose, and the fantasies he had associated with it. Christ, he had a lot of fantasies. Thank fuck he hadn’t divulged them all the last time they were stoned together. Even so, Lor still cringed at the fuzzy memory of spilling such an intimate detail of his life. Willingly! No gun to his temple or anything! 

God, he told her so…so…so much about it. “It” being sneezing. How it made him feel…something. Especially about her…something. And sometimes his…something, if he was being honest, but that was not a something that Lawrence Sheldon was willing to face. 

 Her positive response to his confession was damn near intoxicating, though. Piper had been so…supportive. Happy, even. Cradling his face with one hand and using the other to lace her fingers with his. 

She’d made a few changes since then that would seem uneventful to the man who found these actions completely vanilla. Lor didn’t have the courage to comment yet but, Jesus, did he notice. He noticed how she evidently skipped her bottle of daily antihistamines once or two mornings a week. Piper’s allergies didn’t knock her down the way Lor’s could unmedicated, but she still sneezed more often with heightened intensity. She also started to let her voice go a little high as she was gearing up for a sneeze in a way that made his dick so fucking hard--

Shit, shit, he needed to cool it. Piper still slept soundly with her head in his lap. The last thing he needed was for his needy cock to stir her. 

They’d had a few conversations on the topic since then. None that lasted long, before Lor felt too shy to continue. Piper never rushed him. She simply made sure he always knew that she was 100% ready whenever he wanted to explore this fascination together. 

“Surprise me, Sheldon. I’m up for anything. You’re in charge.” 

Woah, fuck, why did that turn him on so much every time he remembered it? 

Piper would answer favorably if he were able to ask her permission. No doubt in his mind about it. There would be zero hesitation. So it would be…okay, right? To just do it? 

He swallowed, the light of the television casting shadows around the room. He had to get Piper’s head out of his lap, anyway, right? She never wanted to stay on the couch too long after falling asleep. They both always seemed to sleep better when they drifted off in each other’s arms in bed. They woke up apart, reliably, but that much-needed intimacy while fading into sleep was…also intoxicating. Still foreign to the both of them, certainly, but also welcoming and comfortable. Safe. Loving. Home.

Yeah. Yeah, she’d want him to make a move. 

Lor took a deep breath before beginning.

He started by lightly setting an index finger on her pointed nose. Piper simply continued to breathe in and out steadily as she lay facing the television. With a little more pressure, her nose started to scrunch. Piper sniffed once, nestling her temple into his thigh. Fuck, she was cute.

Lor swallowed, watching to see if she was stirring awake. Weed typically turned her into a pretty deep sleeper, but he was too paranoid not to check. Once Lor was satisfied with the low rumble of her snore, he continued. 

He rubbed the tip of her nose in small, slow circles. Fuck, okay, he was already sweaty just watching the way her nostrils moved with the teasing little pushes. He added a touch more pressure when Piper seemed unbothered. Hmm. Okay. Rubbing wasn’t all that effective, was it? Maybe…something else? External?

Lor glanced around at his surroundings before his eyes settled on the down blanket draped over Piper’s sleeping form. Perfect. He already saw the quill of a feather waiting to be pulled out of one slight snag in the fabric.

Lor pinched the quill and eased it out of the pillow. Ohhhkay, it was lengthy and perfectly fluffy. His stomach gave a flustered little flip at the sheer mental image of each delicate little tuft brushing against the equally delicate inner walls of Piper’s--

Hoooooo, fuck. Focus on the mission, Sheldon.

 After tracing around Piper’s nostrils a few times, Lor watched carefully to gauge a reaction. Again, she mostly sniffled and scrunched her nose. It wasn’t until he took a deep breath and managed to ease the feather into her nose that Piper’s nostrils flared in response to the stroke of afterfeather. Oh. Not only did her nostrils flare, they goddamn quivered. 

Piper sniffled sharply. Made a little noise in the back of her throat. Her hand moved. Lor pulled the feather out of her nose just before Piper could knuckle at her nostrils. He supposed the way the feather brushed the walls of her nose on the way out wasn’t helping things, judging by the little snag of her breath. 

She grumbled, now half-asleep as she rubbed at her nose. It didn’t seem like Piper was aware of Lor’s intervention, but he held his breath, anyway. 

Piper’s lashes fluttered, but she didn’t fully open her eyes in the light of the television. She stopped scrubbing so aggressively at her nose, but the back of her hand now lingered a few inches before her face. She sniffled with mounting congestion, nostrils now a quivering pink. She breathed in slow, sleepy pants. 

He tried again. Piper reacted sooner this time, almost the exact moment that the tender feather stroked at her septum. One nostril scrunched with a snort as she murmured wordlessly. Piper pressed the back of her hand to the underside of her nose, scrubbing and scrubbing until Lor heard a truly shiver-worthy squelch. When she lowered her arm, there was a streak of dampness on the back of her hand. Lor fought an eager little squirm at the very vision. 

Gauging how far he could go this time, Lor once more considered his options as Piper settled again. Even as she rested comfortably beneath the quilt, her nostrils still scrunched and spasmed with sniffly breaths. 

….Huh. 

He moved slowly, carefully, to give Piper’s nostrils a light pinch with his thumb and index finger. Lor’s stomach dropped pleasantly, as if he were on the best roller coaster of his life, when Piper’s nostrils fought to flare against his fingertips. He didn’t budge. She took in a truly nostril-quaking sniffle in response, eyebrows beginning to knit together.

Nostril-quaking. Jesus, he was going to have to incorporate that one into his internal Horny Lexicon. 

Piper’s breath finally started to snag, now that her nostrils weren’t allowed to squirm out of her control. That tickle progressed rapidly before his eyes.

This was the greatest idea of his life. 

Lor eased his fingers off of Piper’s reddened nostrils. They immediately widened, taking up as much space as they could. Though her nostrils had as much freedom to quiver as possible, the damage had been done. Lor watched for several beats, waiting until the perfect moment to give the underside of Piper’s nose one slooooow stroke with the feather.

That pushed her over the edge. She convulsed with a sneeze covered by nothing but the back of her hand at a distance. Piper’s head bounced slightly in Lor’s lap as her whole body shuddered, buckling into itself. “Hed’DTSCHH’ooh!!”

Lor’s stomach flipped at the vision of a fine mist bursting from her urged nose. Jesus, he could write an entire thesis on the way the sheer strength of that sneeze was increased by her nose’s initial resistance alone. Piper took in one gulping breath before sneezing again, completely uncovered this time, nostrils shuddering out another expulsion of mist. 

Piper let out the littlest moan of relief after that second sneeze tumbled out of her. She fanned lazily beneath her nose, using the same hand that she had just sneezed against. Piper sniffled and finally opened her eyes. Her gaze was fixed on the television for several moments before she sneezed again, taunted by the glow of the screen. “Addh’DTSHH! Hh…hh! HuhHHD’schoo!”

“Bless you…” Lor said quietly, cheeks burning. He could lean over to the end table to grab the box of tissues, but the thought didn’t even occur to him. At the moment, he was nothing but thoroughly enchanted with the way Piper’s nose just…moved. When she sneezed. When she was gearing up for or recovering from a sneeze. When she was just relaxed enough with him to be so comfortable with letting her nose control her for a moment. 

Piper didn’t say anything straight away. She started to ease up from her place on the couch, letting out one uncovered sneeze halfway through the process. F-Fuck, the mist of that sneeze in the light of the television was mesmerizing, wasn’t it? 

Piper took in two rapid, gambling hitches as another sneeze crept up on her. Oh. Oh, she just wasn’t stopping. This time, Piper was able to yank the collar of her shirt over her nose. She kept herself steady with one arm on the couch, but was promptly knocked off-kilter when she sneezed damply into her shirt. Lor wrapped both arms around Piper’s torso, keeping her as steady as possible. He leaned back into the couch, bringing Piper with him. 

“Bless you,” Lor breathed, blinking at Piper in a lovestruck gaze. Feelings of affection and attraction flooded him as Lor dipped his head to set a kiss in Piper’s hair. “A lot. You okay, babe?”

“Mmm..sdf! Fuck, sorry…” she exhaled, finally managing to sit up fully on the couch. Lor dutifully let her go. Piper started to blink slowly, adjusting her eyes to the light. “Didn’t mean to sneeze like a spray bottle there. Jesus, I really needed that, though. My nose f-feels---sdf, ugh, I dunno…itchy….”

“I-It’s okay,” he answered too quickly. Lor gulped and fumbled for the tissue box on the table. “I don’t mind. I mean, you know I don’t, but…y’know.” 

Piper nodded, rubbing lazily beneath her nose. She seemed to be flaring her nostrils consciously, as if testing if there was another sneeze hidden anywhere. “Yeah, I do. I dunno, I dreamed something was…in my nose? And it tickled like a motherfuck, like a-...” 

She trailed off. Lor followed Piper’s gaze until it reached the feather that sat in his lap. Lor was quiet for several seconds before a low chuckle rumbled in Piper’s chest. She gave him a knowing little smirk as she reached for him. 

“Shel. You beautiful slut. Did you…?”

He felt like he was shrinking beneath her gaze. Lor gulped and glanced away, shame flooding every inch of him. “Um. I-I’m sorry. It was…”

“Hey, hey. Don’t be,” Piper hummed, reaching for him with ease. “That’s hot. Seriously. No idea you had it in you, Sheldon.” She snorted with laughter. This, apparently, stirred another tickle in her. Piper sniffled sharply, reaching to pinch at the freckled bridge of her nose. She massaged up and down. “Hoh, fuck. It’s right there.” Piper eased her free hand down to his thigh, delivering a squeeze to it. Her other hand continued to rub up and down the side of her nose with steady care.  

“...C-Can I help you?” Lor asked on a nervous breath. 

She gave him a slow, sexy bat of her eyelashes before her expression crumbled with a shaky hitch. The sneeze seemed to back off almost immediately, allowing Piper to scoot closer to him. Oh, fuck. Okay. Yeah. He could do this. Piper tilted her head back as she faced him, nostrils exposed perfectly to Lor. She moved closer to him on the couch, hand still in contact with his leg. He swallowed fiercely, enchanted with the way her nostrils squirmed and flared with each breath she took. Was she doing this on purpose? Or was this just naturally happening to her body? Both were incredibly sexy explanations. 

Lor set one hand on the small of Piper’s back before easing the feather back into her nostril. This just sent her nostrils quivering further. Her chest started to rise and fall at a faster pace than a moment ago. 

Lor didn’t stop. He continued to steadily twist it around in her right nostril. Her breath snagged as Piper gave her head a shallow nod. Okay. He could see it in her face. That tickled. He was--he was going to make her sneeze. And she was helping him do it. And she was okay with that. 

Piper let her head loll lazily to one side. Lor followed her motions with his hand, feather still held tight between his fingers. He carefully stroked down the inner walls of her nose before Piper let out a stuffy little chuckle. “Th-That feels kinda good, Lor...” 

“Y-Yeah?” Lor clarified, a smile starting to twitch at his lips. “Think I can…make it better?” 

Piper could only nod, jaw slack and nostrils squirming with an impending sneeze. He continued to give the inner walls of her right nostril taunting little strokes with the feather. It wasn’t until he started to ease the feather out of her nostril did she react with one heady, desperate hitch. Lor quickly released the feather, allowing it to linger in her full, damp nose. He then watched Piper shudder out a…truly unprecedented sneezing fit. 

The feather wasn’t completely expelled with her first sneeze. It was powerful, sure, and misted the front of Lor’s sweater, but the feather remained lodged in her overactive nose. In fact, the fourth sneeze of the fit was what finally expelled the feather from her nostril. It lay, damp and useless on Lor’s thigh. 

Piper let out a quivered little breath, nose scrunching with a much-needed sniffle.

“Bless you,” Lor said on a weak exhale as Piper started to clean up the underside of her nose with a group of hastily grabbed tissues. She tossed them carelessly to the floor without a second thought once her nose was somewhat tidier. 

Her nose, clearly, wasn’t quite finished with her yet. She sneezed again, disastrously, as soon as she threw the tissues aside. Piper gave one stuffy groan. She gazed at him through eyelashes heavy in maroon glitter from the day. “Hey, Sheldon,” she breathed, nostrils flaring with a lazy inhale. “You….sdf! You still wanna shower before bed?” 

Lor didn’t even question her motivation for this seemingly unrelated question. He just nodded, eyes fixated on her nostrils. 

 “Good.” Without looking away from Lor, she drew the bottom of his sweater up until it lingered just before her nose. He shivered, both at the sudden chill on his abdomen as well as the vision of Piper’s nose hovering desperately above the fabric of his turtleneck. That he was wearing. Right now. 

Again, Piper’s nostrils fluttered. Her chest rose and fell with taunting hitches. Fuck, she had to sneeze. She had to sneeze so badly, didn’t she? He wanted her more than anything.

Piper buckled into his sweater with a sneeze. Oh--and then another. She let out this lasting moan of a hitch that Lor knew was added dramatics. He didn’t mind. He liked that she was adding dramatics for him. That kinda made this even better, right? That she was so excited to tease him? Jesus, and tease she did.

She took in a slow, testing breath through her nose. When she didn’t immediately sneeze, Piper rutted her nose into his sweater, rubbing with quiet desperation. After several seconds of this, Piper groaned and dropped his sweater. Instead, she leaned forward to trail her nose along his jawline. Fuck, the tip of it was still damp.

“I still have to sneeze…” she murmured, starting to kiss at his neck. Almost instantly after, she leaned back with a gasping snag to her breath. “Hh! Hhh--!” He’d have to take this sweater off in a moment, right? 

Folding the sleeve of the oversized sweater over his hand, Lor pressed it right beneath Piper’s nose. There was no hesitation on Piper’s part as she clamped his hand firmly over his. She shuddered out a muffled sneeze. 

Yeah, he was hard. He was very, very hard. 

A moment later, Piper left out three more rapid sneezes into the fabric. They all sounded absolutely desperate, even while being quieted by his sleeve. Lor’s breath was stuck in his lungs the entire time. The warmth of those productive sneezes met his palm through his sleeve almost immediately. 

After one final sneeze that was particularly cushion-shaking--”AhHYD’SCHuhh!”--Piper exhaled through parted lips. Her knitted brows slowly began to relax, now only twitching slightly. “That’s better…” she murmured, using Lor’s covered hand to rub beneath her nose. Lor was expecting her to realize that his hand was, in fact, attached to this convenient fabric that she had turned into a tissue, but…Piper met his eyes, teary though hers were. She knew exactly how he would feel about this. 

She started to move his hand, up and down against her nose. Lor watched in absolute awe as Piper’s jaw started to slacken again. Was it possible that he could feel her nostrils flaring from beneath his sleeve?

When it seemed like Piper was just about to sneeze, she let his hand go. Lor blinked as she leaned back from him, her activated nose continuing to scrunch and twitch. She reached for the damp bottom of his sweater, beginning to pull it up. Lor could think of nothing he wanted more in that moment than to comply.  “C’mon…” Piper said with a damp sniffle. “L-Let m-hh!--me sneeze on more of you.” 

“Fuck, I love you,” Lor exhaled with adoration in every syllable as he carefully removed his sweater. He tossed it aside without fanfare. There were barely a few beats before Piper leaned forward, nestling her nose against his bare shoulder. Her nostrils were damp and squirming and right. There. 

“I love you, too,” Piper said quietly, sniffing congestedly along his collarbone. 

Lor shuddered and gulped, placing his hands on her shoulders. Despite everything in his body screaming at him to stay just like this, he gently pushed Piper back so they could meet eyes. 

“I--I want this,” he said on a shaky gasp. “I really, really want this. I just--I’d feel better if I could go, I-I dunno, shower, and get myself kinda ready for--for everything this is gonna lead to? I-I just prefer those kinds of…experiences to be, um. Clean. Me, clean. Y-You clean, too, actually. If that’s okay.” 

Piper leaned back from him at Lor’s prompting. She sniffled, knuckling one nostril as she offered him a teary smile. “Me, clean, too, don’t worry. I could use a shower, now, anyway. Helps to…unstuffify me. Add that to your horny lexicon.” 

She knew him so well!

Lor nodded. “You can go first, if you want.” 

Piper snorted, her lips pulling upward into a smirk before the expression crumpled again. She sneezed down towards Lor’s now-bare chest, making him shiver at the feeling of the uncontained sneeze making direct contact with what felt like every inch of him. 

She sniffled lazily and finally completed that smile, taking both of Lor’s hands. “I mean that I could use a shower with you.” 

Oh. “Oh!” Lor gasped, a snaggly smile immediately spreading across his face. Lor started to stand, offering his hands to help Piper up as well. “Okay! Let’s--yeah! Let’s go!” 

Piper laughed, starting to pull off her own T-shirt as she followed Lor. “Hold your horses, buckaroo. Take a breath. You’ll be able to rob me of my treasured virginity in a sec. Lemme at least blow my nose first…”

[rzyraffek]

Could you please do headcanons Slashers (like Michael, Brahms, Billy, The Sinclair brothers) as caregivers for their S/O who is an age regressor

Or headcanons for those Slashers when they find out their s/o is an age regressor?

Okay I acually went and educated myself on this topic for you my dear anon🥰🌼

if your uncomfortable with topic of age regression pls dont read that😭

So basically as far as I understand age regression means that somone acts like child due to some traumatic event??? And like they act childlike and participate in child typical activies (such as drawing with crayons, speaking like a toddler, drinking from bottles ect) if i make headcanon that don't make any sense im sorry! I have no experience with this topic! ALSO this is pure platonic! Age regression isn't a kink or a fetish!!

Slashers with age regressor y/n

Brahms Heelshire

Tbh y/n acting childish kinda woke up his inner child, CUZ HE LITTERALY GOT LOCKED IN WALLS IN AGE OF LIKE 10 so he kinda missed out on some fun stuff

100% plays hide and seek! Or tag! My man loves some good round of hide and seek, this place is huge! *insert british accent* "oh you little scallop... if I find you I will tickle you so hard..."

Question: age regression is like temporary or like forever thing? Like regressor acts like that when they are in bad metal state or just always? Bcs if always then it might be hard with Brahms, see he kinda.... has mommy's issues has huge need to be taken care of, probably similar to y/n's, he kinda wants a person who will just pamper him and make him feel like he's the single child yknow? All the attention on him? Yknow what i mean??

If y/n draws him something nice, dude will put it on a fridge with a magnet and be proud

If thats like temporary thing, he acaully will ask a lot of questions: how should he act? Do you remember anything? How does it work? Can he get some cuddles? Do you still love him while regressing? (Ofc you do, but he doest understand)

Billy Lenz

You guys vibe

Dude won't see any difrence😭

Yay one more reason to watch cartoons together! (His favorite ponny is rarity and fluttershy)

If y/n babytalks and uses toddler-like vocabulary... dude will mimic it😭 he just thinks that will help with communication😭 its not like you guys struggle with it or anything, Billy is just build like that

Yall draw together, his artstyle already looks like toddler drew it (not in cute way)

Plays dolls with y/n (but he acually makes it interesting! Like he makes it all dramatic and the tea is just jawdropping)

Also don't bother explaining what is age regression, just say "sometimes I act like kid to cope"😭

Micheal Myers

Judges

But kinda likes it, not in weird way! He enjoys taking care of y/n, but he has his own ways of doing so

He won't play with them or let them cuddle him too much

But he accepts little drawings and stickers that y/n gives him

He is still stalking them, making sure noone tries to bully them or anything

He is very protective, for example if y/n cuts their finger while making food, dude is all over them: Oh no no dont cry! Uhhh.... uhhh oh! See a pretty bandage? With puppies! Pls dont cry...

On rare days he is acually around (phicially i mean, cuz hes always around just not interacting with y/n) and it happens for him to be in good mood too, he will let y/n nap on him or put some stickers on his outfit- he never takes them of btw, the only reason that stickers wash of is the field he 'works' in? Yknow a lot of mud blood and water. He also holds y/n hand if they are spooked

And he fucking loves fluttershy and applejack

Steals some cute shirts and socks for them!

Sinclair Bros

Bo is the least understanding, tbh he will lisen to y/n only if they have very good relationship

Vince is just 👍

And Lester is acually very open to the idea

Drawing and playing dolls with Vincent

Going on cool drives with Lester

And napping with Bo

Whole fridge is covered in drawings and cute magnets

All Vincent's notebooks and Lester truck covered in stickers

Even Bo gun didnt escape the sticker apocalypse

Vince made special wax figurines for y/n

Lester calls them "kiddo" 😭😭

Bo puts his hand on their head and rubs it till their hair goes all puffy

They all act like older brothers who have to take care of younger siblings while perents are away😭😭

Vince acually vents to regressing y/n and they are just like: "man I just wanna pet the dog"

Bonus round! Added few more!!

Bubba Sawyer

Bestie vibes

Yall just spend time playing with dolls and drawing together

Absolutely lets y/n nap on him

He totally combs their hair and puts them in nice bun (or if y/n has short hair he will just brush it)

He kinda sees age regression as lil break from reality? Like you two can just vibe and act they way you want to😊 he enjoys, cuz tbh he do be acting like child(not in bad way!) And his happy that you both can do all those child-like activities without being judged by other person

Bit y/n once

Asa Emory

Ew a child

I mean

Idk he gives me "the dad that never has time for u cuz he has too much work"

Like yep he will read y/n a bed time story and he will tell them all about bugs and nature. But hes busy most of time

OMG ABOUT BED TIME STORIES Asa will read you one but he is so exhausted that he acually falls asleep first

He trusts them and knows that even whilr regressing they wont do anything dumb, but he still bans them from his 'workroom' theres... well some photos and drawings of victims and i doubt y/n wants to see it

Lets them sit on his lap while he reads newspaper like middle-aged man he is

Gives lil head kisses before sleep

Bug themed plushies and figures

Makes y/n watch animal planet and bbc nature with him

When he's out for longer periods of time he will buy them McDonald's as an apology

Welp

Done. I hope it makes sense! I never witnessed anyone age regress so idk how relatable it is!! I used x reader tags only to reach bigger audience

[archangeldyke-all]

Coming to your blog to relax and calm down bc I got some shit going on and it's starting to irritate me. If/when you've got the time for it, and if you're comfortable, it'd be really nice to see sev and reader helpindheal each other's inner children, could be modern or in universe if you want.

Love you, love you, kisses if you want them, I feel like fucking crying right now

my poor baby mars. ily so much baby i hope this helps you feel better <3

men and minors dni

sevika's the only person you can be your truest self in front of. it goes both ways

sometimes it's anger: you coming home exhausted and pissed off and spending thirty minutes ranting to sevika about your idiot boss.

sometimes it's sadness: sevika burying her face in your chest and holding onto your body like her life depends on it as she cries.

sometimes it's joy: both of you giggling and dancing around each other as you laugh and joke.

but the specialist of all, to you at least, is when you and sevika can be like kids together.

you've never been with someone you can be so goofy with. someone you feel so safe around, someone you feel so seen with.

it comes out in a lot of ways.

sevika gets sleepy around you so easily. you asked her about it once, why she's always slumping to sleep on your shoulder or in your arms, and she just smiled shyly and shrugged. "just feel safe around you." she mumbled. you tripped over your own breath and pulled her into after hearing that.

you guys play together (video games or board games or just hand games) and get so competitive about it. sevika gets this giddy glint in her eye when she's winning, cackling and jumping in her victory. if you're winning, sevika will do any and everything she can to beat you. wrestling you to the ground or blocking your view of the tv screen or tickling you or stealing your paper money-- she's half motivated by her need to win, half motivated by the giggles and screams she gets out of you.

as corny as it is, you guys aren't just girlfriends, you're best friends. sevika knows you so well, and you know her so well, that you're both so in tune with each other that half of the time you don't even need to talk to communicate. you have a series of specific hand gestures and facial expressions you've created throughout your relationship that work like a secret little language between the two of you.

you both revert to love-sick middle schoolers after a while together. sometimes you'll find little crumpled up pieces of paper in your pockets or tucked away in the book you're reading-- all of them little love notes from sevika. in exchange, you're always doodling your initials right next to one another, a big heart around them.

you guys make friendship bracelets together, and once sevika gets the hang of it, she's making you a new bracelet about once a month. if she ever catches you without one of her bracelets on (all of them stitched with a little S) she'll pout until you put one on. she refuses to take off the bracelets you make her, even if it means she'll have a forearm full of handmade bracelets.

sevika loves doing your hobbies with you, or having you do hers with her. she loves sitting next to you as you read and working on her laptop, or vice versa. she loves napping in your lap while you play video games, or having you sit in the kitchen while she cooks up snacks.

but her favorite thing to do is have you teach her, or being able to teach you.

she finds out you can't change a tire on your own, the next thing you know she's got you out on the pavement, showing you how to do it. or sevika admits to you that she's never played minecraft before, so of course you make her download it and start a game with her.

one time you told her you couldn't cook. she dressed you up in her favorite apron and walked you through each and every step of making dinner that night. it was sweet and romantic and cute-- and then she threw a handful of flour at your face and it became an all out food war in your kitchen. by the time you were done, you were both out of breath, abs aching from laughing so much, and covered in various sauces and powders and crumbs.

one of your favorite ways to spend time together as a couple is taking and edible and building a blanket fort, then spending the day cuddling inside, watching cartoons and eating junk food and goofing off with one another.

one night as you're falling asleep, sevika jolts awake next to you. you blink your eyes open and look over at her.

"babe?" you ask. she hums, settling back down against you.

"jus' a nightmare."

"you okay?"

"all good. got my girl here with me, i'll be okay." she mumbles. you laugh.

"love you baby."

"love you too. i feel like... i dunno. i feel like a kid around you, y'know?" she asks, yawning as she nuzzles against you. your heart melts and you press a kiss to her head.

"i know." you say nodding. "happiest kid in the world."

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Um Ror boys with Haganezuka reader(tanjiros sword smith) so very passionate and will attack if weapon is broken or lost( boys that actually use weapons so kojiro Poseidon Thor Lu Bu Loki that kinda jazz) don’t gotta do it just thought it’d be cute/funny

-When you were approached to supply weapons for Ragnarok, for both humans and gods, you were ready for the challenge.

-You had been working hard, honing your skills, training alone up on a mountain, training your body and your mind, training your focus to create the best weapons in Valhalla.

-The tournament was actually started much later, because you weren’t done with the weapons for the fighters, something you yelled at both Brunnhilde and Zeus for, that if they wanted the best fights, then the weapons needed to be the best.

-When you were finally done, you couldn’t help but smile brightly, beaming down at the four weapons you had been requested to make.

-You were so happy you had extra dango in celebration.

-You presented each of them with their weapons, going over the craftsmanship as they admired their weapons and only Kojiro actually listened to you, as he knew the art and time that went into making weapons, let alone intricate ones like theirs.

-Since you were finished, you chose to watch the fights, curious as to who was going to be fighting who and you wanted to see your weapons in action, little flowers surrounded you in glee at the thought of it.

-THESE BASTARDS BROKE YOUR BEAUTIFUL WEAPONS!!!!

-EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!!!

-DEATH IS THEIR ONLY OPTION!!!

-Lu Bu- When he walked backstage he was not expecting to see you there, holding a knife in each hand, a dark aura surrounding you, “You bastard!! How dare you break my beautiful halberd?!” before you charged at him, intent on disemboweling him. Lu Bu dodged before running from you, as you were feral, your mask shedding your own tears as you chased him around the stadium, which was comical to see. Brunnhilde managed to pin you down with Goll, tickling you before throwing you into a room with wind chimes to calm you down before she handed Lu Bu a large plate of dango. You accepted, but you poked him in his shoulder rapidly, complaining that he was weak, that’s why your weapon broke and you nearly snapped when he asked you to make him a new one, “Yours was stronger than any other I’ve ever had.” His praise made you go silent as you ate your dango, turning away from him, silently happy about his praise, which he thought was amusing. You were a good person to know since your weapons were such high quality and so strong.

-Poseidon and Kojiro- The samurai was grinning at the god as they walked backstage together, Poseidon was annoyed that he lost, but he had to admit that the human he was facing against was at least strong and gave him a good challenge. Poseidon stopped walking first, something Kojiro noticed and turned back to him, going to inquire when he heard a throaty growl and the samurai turned, paling lightly as he saw you there, a knife in each hand, and a headband around your forehead, two more knives strapped to it, making you look like a demon, with a dark, angry aura surrounding you. Poseidon didn’t know fear until he was running from you with a human. Your roars of anger, wishing death on both of them, was heard all around the stadium, even as night fell, only getting short breaks when they found a temporary hiding space. The only reason you stopped is because Brunnhilde managed to tickle you before knocking you out for a nap, giving them a chance to find a good hiding spot so they could prepare an apology gift.

-Loki- Was pouting, annoyed that he broke his weapon, his chained sickles, as they were made so well, you did such a good job on them, but his opponent broke them with a suicide attack that broke his own weapon. Loki popped up behind Brunnhilde, scaring Goll but not Brunnhilde, “Hey~ Brunnhilde~ do you know where Y/N is? I want them to make me another set of sickles.” Goll was the one to speak up, holding out a letter, “Y/N left shortly after your match but asked me to give you this.” He looked excited, a bright grin on his face which quickly fell as he opened your letter, looking like it was written in blood, telling him to die and that you would never make a weapon for him again. Loki looked a bit terrified, his eyes little dots and his mouth an ‘X’ shape as he looked up at Brunnhilde as she patted her shoulder, “I’ll pray for you.” Darkness surrounded him as he realized how pissed you were at him, knowing how hard you worked. He would need to give you one hell of an apology present.

[allaboardthevespa]

60 Ways Ellie and Gabby Express Their Love for Each Other

Had a nap, and cooked up this idea in my head

Ellie towards Gabby:

Adjusting her hairbow if it’s out of place

Giving her hugs for no reason

Surprising her with bouquets of flowers

Ellie stopping whatever she’s in the middle of doing to run up to Gabby and give her a kiss on her cheek or nose

Putting an arm around her when they’re sat together

Petting her hair

Gently stroking her cheeks with a finger

Tilting her head up towards her so they make eye contact

Interlacing their fingers while they’re holding hands

Peppering her face with kisses with cute lil “mwah” sounds to get her giggling

Gently kissing her hand while they’re dancing together

Completely and totally accomodating and respecting her vegan diet

Singing to her to calm her down when she’s in full freakout mode

Gently wiping away her tears when she’s crying

Constantly. CONSTANTLY telling her she’s adorable

Kissing her cheeks when she blushes afterwards

Making her chai lattes for no reason other than to brighten her day

Cuddling with her DEEPLY when she’s sad or sick

Drawing her pictures of cute animals in her notebook

“Hey…remember that I love you, okay?”

Telling her about the amazing future they want her to have – and accomodating Gabby’s needs and desires perfectly (“We’ll have a cozy cottage in the forest, and all your animals will be given a comfy home, and we’ll fill the window boxes with hyacinths…”)

Booping her nose

Lighting her favorite scented candles, ready for her whenever she comes to their bedroom

Reading while Gabby rests her head on her shoulder, taking a pause and giving her gentle kisses on her face

Giving her big, warm, twirly hugs

Sharing her food with her and feeding her

Keeping her relaxed and happy when she’s scared during a thunderstorm

Letting her cry on her shoulder and whispering gentle “I love you”s to her

Tickling her once she’s done crying to get her laughing again

Writing her romantic poems

Gabby towards Ellie:

Playing with her hair

Counting her freckles while they’re cuddling

Telling her incredibly lame but adorable jokes

Listening to her vent out her frustrations with her job(s)

Taking her out for sorbet afterwards

Filling their bedroom with lilacs or lavender to soothe her every day

Always washing her sheets and blanket when she’s away

Baking some delicious desserts for her and bringing them to her while she’s busy drawing in her notebook

Giving her a back massage when she’s tense

Making coffee for her after she’s had a long night

Letting her rest when she used to have sleepless nights (and telling her job people who complain at her to fuck off)

Calling her increasingly sugary pet names to make her laugh (“Cuppy-cake! Smoochy-bear! Sweetie-weetie-heart!”)

Gushing over the smallest things she does

Initiating cuddle fights to cheer her up after a bad day (Ellie always wins)

Giving her lots of romantic “I love and miss you sweetie!!!” texts when one of them is busy at work

Telling her about all the amazing trips she’d like to take with her

Letting her play with her pets

Picking a pretty flower she sees and putting it in Ellie’s hair

Giving her kisses every few steps when they’re walking together

Giving her the warmest hugs whenever she’s cold

Taking photos of flowers she sees at her flower shop job, or cute animals at her animal shelter job, and texting them to Ellie to brighten her day

Carrying her to bed whenever she falls asleep on the couch or on her shoulder while they’re outside

Letting her hug some of her stuffed animals when she’s sad

Leaving her notes with messages of love every morning when she wakes up

Inviting her to lie under the sun with her on a warm day where they just simply talk

Gently tracing her finger along her back while they’re cuddling

Saying “you’re the best!” out of the blue with no reason for it, just to remind her how much she loves her

Asking “you want a hug?”. A LOT

Gently grasping her hand if she’s worried about something

Just finding any little opportunity she can to tell her, “I love you”

[play-rough]

No but anon is onto something there. It'd be funny (not the word I wanna use but I couldn't think of a better one) if Dazai thought Chuuya was gonna hurt him or something and almost started crying. But after Chuuya starts tickling him those sad tears that started turned into happy tears.

(I know I said I hate to make the baby upset but I am a liar and a lover of angst 😔)

Also I'm in the middle of baking a cake and I thought of Chuuya making a sweet treat for Dazai to save for later for when he's little or even them frosting and decorating cupcakes together and that just sounds so cute. Dazai with his clumsy hands trying to put sprinkles or frosting on and getting all grumpy because it isn't going where he wants it to and Chuuya silently chuckling right beside him. (He tried to help but Dazai wouldn't let him.)

And when they're finally done (Dazai gave up out of frustration.) Chuuya tells Dazai he made the cupcakes look beautiful and they both eat them together while watching a movie together

(This made me think of Chuuya getting them matching aprons or something with sea animals on them to avoid a big mess. I need you to know you've ruined my life because I can't get them out of my head 😭)

PLEASE i love dazai getting grumpy or frustrated when he cant do something bc he’s too little he’s so precious when he’s fussy.

Ive been wanting to do some kind of skk baking thing for a while, ive been rolling it around in ye ole brain, i had a lot of fun decorating cookies growing up and i think chuuya could honestly pitch the idea to big dazai (I feel like he would enjoy silly meticulous tasks like lining up sprinkles side by side on cookies, something repetitive to get lost in) and then he regresses as he’s decorating, just relaxing and enjoying the nice cookie smells. Chuuya does little things like rolls up Dazai’s sleeves for him and all of the sudden BOOM he’s tiny and the decorating gets clumsier and more chaotic and you can almost S E E him spiral down into headspace as he plays with the sprinkles and chuuya wants to take pictures but he’s gotta be sneaky with it bc he’s worried if he draws attention to Dazai’s slow ease into headspace he’ll feel insecure and snap out of it

This goes on until Dazai’s gotten small enough to just mostly be making a mess and he’s getting fussy and overtired, the baby doesnt want to do anything except be held. So Chuuya knows it’s nap time, and Dazai is all sticky, so they take a bubble bath first and then chuuya zips dazai up into kitty pajamas and puts him down for a nap in the living room while chuuya cleans up in the kitchen, and when Dazai wakes up they can eat the cookies as a snack and have hot cocoa and watch a movie or something

they’ve ruined my life too don’t worry 🥹

[megamindsecretlair]

It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 5

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. Cursing, SMUT. Unprotected PIV (wrap it!), fingering fem receiving, dirty talk, pet names, possession kink, cum play. Angst. Dom Sam, some fluff. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. You spend the night with Sam. But in the morning, reality comes crashing in.

Word Count: 3,641k

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A/N: Whew, I am just loving this series with each new chapter. They're so cute, they make me sick. LOL. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @multiversefanfics @chaos-4baby @wanniiieeee @hidden-treasures21 @targaryenvampireslayer @leahnicole1219

After a short nap, you and Sam spent all night teasing and kissing each other. In between kisses, you’d talk more about places you wanted to visit and things you wanted to see. He had ordered food, not wanting to spend a minute out of bed longer than he needed to.

Now that you two had crossed that line, there were no more barriers. He’d touched you just because he wanted to; because he wanted his skin on yours. You’d find little ways to pick at him and hug him and poke him. 

After dinner, you two had snuggled up and watched TV. It didn’t even matter what you threw on. You talked through the whole thing anyway. Sam told you more stories about the good days he had in the military.

“You sure you don’t miss it?” 

Sam shrugged. He rubbed circles on your hip as he thought about his answer. “Yes and no. I like that no one’s screaming in my ear or telling me what to do. I miss being on a team though. I miss the bonds, the camaraderie. Fighting for a common goal,” he said. 

You nodded and played with his arm. “Do you ever call up your buddies? Get together?” 

“After Riley died, no one really had the heart to keep the group going. We’ll meet up every few months to make sure everyone is still breathing but that’s about it,” he said.

“Sounds like you should call them,” you said and smiled at him. 

“I probably should. I can say that I’m glad I’m out. I got to meet you,” he said.

“You’re so corny,” you said and poked him in the arm. He laughed and squeezed your hip. 

“I’m serious!” 

“That’s what makes you so corny!” You said. 

“Oh that’s how it is?” He asked. He started to tickle you and you squealed, trying to get away from him. He pinned you beneath him and you struggled trying to buck him off. He only chuckled and gripped your wrists a little tighter. He held both to the mattress, on either side of your head. 

“No fair. You cheated,” you said and pouted.

“I play dirty, better watch me,” he said. 

He hovered above you. He stared and started to lean down, capturing your lips in a sinful kiss. The kiss was slow and methodical. As if the world stopped and the only thing that mattered was only your lips pressed against his. 

You were both still naked and his body slid against yours. He was so smooth and smelled so damn good. Even after all the moving and rubbing you had done earlier. He smelled like him and sex and bright spring. It was a concoction you could find yourself getting used to. 

His dick pressed against your thigh and you could feel it getting thicker, heavier, as it twitched against you. You moved your hand to cup him and he groaned. You fondled his balls and depending on how he sighed or moaned, you quickly learned how to please him. If you squeezed and rubbed just…right…

Sam jerked and put his hand over yours to stop you. You broke the kiss and pouted, looking at him with big doe eyes. 

He chuckled and huffed. “You’re gonna get me in trouble doing that,” he said.

“I just want to please you,” you said. 

“You already do, little one,” he said.

Your eyes widened with pleasure before you slapped at his shoulder. He laughed and half rolled off of you so that he wasn’t crushing you. You missed his warm embrace instantly. You wanted him to crush you. To give you all of his weight. You wanted him like your own personal weighted blanket. To stuff all of the big emotions back into you and keep you grounded. If you could still breathe, there was a serious issue. 

“You are not going to let me live that down, are you?” You asked. 

“Not a chance,” he said. He kissed your cheek and nuzzled his way to your neck. He licked the sensitive spot under your ear making you curl even tighter against him. He kept licking that area and you fidgeted. It was both ticklish and erotic at the same time and you didn’t know how to cope.

He brought his hand up and started to pluck your nipples. You hadn’t thought they were that sensitive. Your past lovers hadn’t paid that much attention to them and it didn’t cross your mind to ask them to. 

But when Sam played with them, it was like they were the most sensitive things on your body. Every pluck and twist sent bursts of desire straight to your pussy, making you contract and get wetter by the second. 

Sam moved his tongue down your neck and you moaned, enjoying the feeling of him surrounding you and all of your senses. 

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy. I hope you know that,” he said against your neck. He leaned up to look you in the eyes as he played with your other nipple. 

“I don’t think I heard right the first time. Maybe you should tell me again,” you said.

He grinned and tugged on your nipple, eliciting a hiss from you. “Smart ass.” 

His entire hand encompassed your titty. He kneaded and massaged it and before long, you were squirming. 

“Sam…” you said. You couldn’t stand it. You needed his hand and attention elsewhere. 

“Yes?” He asked innocently. 

“I need you inside me again,” you said. There was no reason to be shy about it. Not with someone as wonderful as Sam. 

“No,” he said. 

You scoffed and your eyes flew wide. You gaped at him and he chuckled. He leaned down and sucked on one nipple. “I wanna play with these a little longer,” he said. 

You groaned. Because his mouth was wet and hot and every time he breathed out, it fanned over your wet nipple. It beaded under his attention and you couldn’t lie still. 

“Stop moving, little one,” Sam demanded. He used a rougher, deeper tone and your body stilled. He caressed your cheek for half a moment before trailing a finger down your chin, down your neck, in between your breasts. 

Your skin pebbled. Goosebumps broke out where he touched. The air conditioner blasted cold air into the room, further blowing air over your nipple. It was cold and puckered. Sam looked at you greedily. Hungry. Like he didn’t know which part he wanted to eat first. 

He drew a wide circle on your belly, over your stretch marks, dipping lower but not going past your belly button. 

“Tease,” you told him. 

He smirked but there was no humor in his eyes. This was a completely new side to him. When you first met him, you thought he was cute but safe. There was nothing wrong with being safe and it’s not like you were looking for someone toxic. But from the way he dressed, he just screamed that he was chill. Easy going. Quick to laugh, slow to temper. Dependable. A stickler for rules and disciplined enough to jog every morning.

But the look in his eyes right now was dangerous. This was a dangerous man. The type that would have you speaking in tongues, jumping up to cook him breakfast, and massage his scalp while he played video games. 

He moved his hand lower, into your damp curls, and played with your clit. He kept his eyes trained on you as he teased your little nub, drawing out breathy moans from you. He removed his hand and licked his finger. Licking you off of him. 

You watched him do it. His finger disappeared inside of his mouth and you never wanted to be a finger so badly. He moaned around the taste of you on his tongue and you sighed with need. 

“Open up for me,” he said. 

You opened your legs and he played with your thighs as he brought his hand back down to tease your clit. He ran his fingers up and down your seam before getting his finger wet on your arousal. He pushed his finger inside your pussy and you whined. 

He kept eye contact as he finger fucked you. There was no way you could cum again, right? But the way he stared at you was intoxicating. You also weren’t used to so much eye contact in the bedroom. It started to make you wonder what kind of buffoons you had been taking to bed. 

If all it took was a little eye contact and a little attention to get you going, you needed to get out more. Or get under Sam more. You almost laughed at your joke but his finger was pumping in and out of you. 

Sam watched your face through it all. The way you would whimper when he drew his finger out and the way you sighed when he put it back in. He added a second finger and you sighed louder. Your hips rocked trying to suck his fingers in deeper. 

“You need it a little deeper, don’t you, little one?” He asked.

You nodded. “A lot deeper,” you said. 

“You need me to fill you up, don’t you?” He asked. He brought his head down to kiss and lick on your nipple. You jerked from the heat of his mouth against the coldness of your skin. 

“Fuck yes,” you said. 

He crooked his fingers in a come hither motion and your hips jerked off of the bed. Your jaw dropped in a soundless scream. Your breathing turned ragged as he unlocked some code. He increased his pace while his lips kissed slowly across your titties. 

Your breathing was ragged and broken and sputtering before you were cumming on his fingers. You jerked and moved and writhed beneath him but he didn’t stop licking your nipple and he didn’t stop stroking that miraculous spot inside of you.

One orgasm barely stopped before another one started to roll over you. You pounded weakly against his shoulder as the sensations were too much to handle. He slowed his fingers as you recovered from back to back orgasms. You saw stars in your vision as you stared at his ceiling. 

“Fuck, that felt too good,” you said. You grabbed his head and made him kiss you. Made him wrap his sexy lips around yours and you played with his tongue. 

“What, you think I’m done with you?” He asked against your lips. He kissed you again before climbing on top of you. 

He ran his cock through your dripping wet folds before sliding into you in one fell swoop. Your moans matched as he worked his way inside. You wrapped your legs around his waist. The heels of your feet dug into the top of his ass as he started to move quicker inside of you.

You felt every last inch of him. The thick head of his dick hit deep within you. You cried on every slide in. He braced himself on one hand while he used the other to push down on your stomach so that you felt him from both sides. He pushed a little harder and stroked a little deeper. 

“Fuck, Sam. Fuuuuck,” you moaned. 

He kissed your titties and then licked a hot trail up to your neck. “Love it when you say my name like that. The faces you’re making, gorgeous. You’re gonna have me living inside of you if you keep it up,” he said. 

You couldn’t muster up enough energy to laugh. He felt too good. And he was hitting it too good. He started stroking so fast, that the slap of your thighs on his echoed in his room. Your moans filled in the empty spaces and his groans reverberated off of his walls. 

He started to curse as he slammed into you, over and over. You threw your head back and just listened to him.

You listened to his words. To his desperate cries. He was incoherent but you caught every other word. “Good…gorgeous…fuck…shit…just like that,” he stuttered. You listened to the cadence of his voice. Your hands gripped onto his forearm that pushed against your stomach.

He sounded and felt so incredibly hot, that your orgasm snuck up on you. You came with a loud curse. As if he was waiting on you, he came right after. He shot a thick load into you. You felt the spurts and your pussy convulsed as if trying to swallow it all. You’d be feeling this for days. 

He panted as he half dropped on top of you. He kissed your breasts, your chest, your neck, and sloppily kissed your lips. “I could stay just like this forever,” he said. 

You nodded. Then yawned. “Me too,” you said sleepily. 

He chuckled and pulled out slowly. There was a wet, squelching noise as he left you and you groaned. You wanted him to put it back.

“You need some sleep, little one,” he said. Maybe you said that part out loud. Hell, you didn’t know.

Everything was fuzzy and dim as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Sam disappeared and you heard the sound of running water. He came into the room and gently cleaned you off with a warm washrag. 

You smiled sleepily at him. “Thank you,” you said. 

“Get some water before you sleep,” he said. He grabbed your hands and forced you to sit up. You grumpily groaned but that only made him chuckle. “Water, now.” 

You sipped the water he handed you and you looked at him. He was standing proud and naked. Still a little hard. His cock jumped and he chuckled. “You make me want to go like fifty rounds in one night,” he said.

You giggled and put your head on his stomach. He stroked your thick, curly hair while you sipped the water. 

When you were done, he tucked you into the bed. He turned off the lights and climbed into bed with you. He was a hot presence behind you and you snuggled into him, trying to steal it all. 

He pulled the covers up more and wrapped his arm around your waist and his leg over yours. “I got you, little one. Let’s get some sleep. I’m still not done with you.”

To emphasize his point, his cock twitched in the crook of your ass. You didn’t know if you laughed or not. You were out like a rock.

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You didn’t hear when Sam left in the morning to go jogging. But when he came back, he was panting and sweaty and he placed kisses on your cheek to gently wake you up. You hated being woken up. However, you were perfectly okay with being woken up for dick.

Sam knelt beside the bed looking like a damn snack. He was still sweaty from his run and looked damn good in a purple shirt. The sweat made it stick to him like a second skin. You stretched and he kissed your cheek.

“Food first,” he said. He must’ve seen the look in your eyes. You pouted, hoping he’d have mercy on you. He couldn’t wring that many orgasms out of you and not expect you to turn into a damn crackhead. A Sam fiend. 

“You need your energy for everything I’m going to do to you,” he said. 

Okay, that got your attention. You sat up a bit so that you could kiss him without being at an awkward angle. You played with his growing stubble. It was scratchy and rough and felt amazing on your palm. 

“I’m starting to feel spoiled. Sex and food? I might as well move in,” you joked.

He chuckled. “I’ll get a key made for you today.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again. He hummed and deepened the kiss. Maybe you could convince him to have sex before the food. 

His doorbell rang and he hung his head and groaned. “Who the hell could that be?” 

“You expecting someone?” You asked. 

He shook his head. He stood up, gave you one last scorching kiss, and headed downstairs. You heard voices but they were too quiet to pick out any words. A few minutes later, Sam came up and he looked at you with a mixture of confusion, guilt, and frustration. 

He told you that Steve was here. And so was the Black Widow, Natasha. Your eyes bugged out of your head. You were a grown woman, but somehow Steve being here while you were naked as the day you were born was embarrassing. It was like you got caught having sex by the principal. Or worse, your parents. 

You got dressed quickly as Sam told you that he’d still make you breakfast. “It’s okay, I’ll grab something on the way home.” 

“Let me at least take you home,” he said. The poor thing. He sounded so conflicted. You giggled as you slipped on your shoes. You got close to him and wrapped your hands around his waist.

You looked into his eyes until he calmed down and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry. This isn’t how I imagined today would go. But…they look like they really need help.”

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. If Captain America shows up at your door, can you really turn him away? Isn’t that like treason or something?” You asked.

Sam chuckled but it didn’t sound happy. You leaned up and kissed him. “Seriously. It’s okay. I need to check and make sure my house hasn’t burned down while I was gone. Stay here. I’ll catch a ride and I’ll text you as soon as I get home.” 

Sam sighed and placed his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

You giggled. “Yes, you do. You’re amazing, Sam,” you told him. 

Decent and dressed, you followed him downstairs. He was right. Steve and the Black Widow looked terrible. They were covered in soot and ash. Steve’s hair took on a darker hue underneath it all. The Black Widow was gorgeous but had bits of rock or plaster clinging to her red hair. 

She smirked at Sam when she saw you enter the room. Your cheeks were on fire and you thanked the Lord for your dark skin. You gave an awkward wave. Steve’s eyes were wide and he looked between you and Sam.

“I’m sorry, Sam. Had I known…”

“It’s fine. Really. I should be heading out,” you said, “Nice to see you again, Mr.-Steve,” you said. 

The Black Widow walked over and shook your hand. “Natasha,” she said. 

“Nice to meet you, too.” 

“Are you sure it’s okay? Me and Steve can circle the block a few times,” she said and wagged her eyebrows. 

You groaned and hid your face while she grinned. Steve shook his head at her while Sam lightly chuckled.

“You two can use my bathroom to get cleaned up. I’m going to make sure she gets home safe,” Sam said.

Steve nodded and smiled at you. Natasha winked and gave you a subtle thumbs up while they headed upstairs. You ordered a ride while Sam walked you out and waited with you. He kept his arm around you, protective. 

There was an ache growing in your heart at the thought of leaving him. It was silly. You had only been on a handful of dates. But it was like you entered an entirely new dimension at his house. And now you were stepping into the harsh light of the day and it sucked. You weren’t ready to leave him. You weren’t ready to leave his bed and leave his house and leave him. 

You were both quiet as you waited, which was unusual for you. He rubbed your arm. Heat was picking up in the early morning but you were a bit cold. As if you left all the heat in the house, in Sam’s bed. 

The car arrived and Sam checked that it matched the app. He opened the door for you and kissed you. “I’ll call you later, once I figure out what’s going on. Probably best to keep my houseguests between us,” he said. 

You nodded. “Of course. I won’t tell anyone. Not even Ariel,” you said. You wanted to lighten the mood. You hated the somber underbelly of this moment. Sam should be smiling and joking and poking you. Instead, he held your hand and rubbed circles on it with his thumb. 

“Text me when you get home safe, please. I mean it,” he said. 

You tugged on his shirt to bring him closer to you. You kissed him, putting as much emotion behind it as you could. “I’ll be okay. Just make sure you’re safe,” you told him.

You couldn’t say much else because of the driver. But Sam understood what you meant. He knew that something was up with Steve and Natasha. Normal people didn’t show up like that, as if they had gotten into a fight with a chimney and nearly lost. 

Sam finally let you go and you got into the car. He closed it behind you and waved. The driver took off and you looked at Sam as long as you could. Until he was a tiny dot in the distance.

You hated this. It felt like goodbye for some reason. And you hated it. It sat like congealed oatmeal in your stomach. You didn’t have anxiety as bad as your mother did. But right now, you kind of understood her. Something was off and you didn’t know what it was.

You only hoped that Sam knew what he was doing getting mixed up with Captain America and the Black Widow. They fought aliens. There was no telling what major disaster they were trying to stop now.

You prayed for Sam all the way home. 

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heyy! I saw your requests are open, was wondering if you could write a 3racha tickle fic with cute lee!han, maybe one where they come into his room and practically BEG him to let them tickle him cause they miss his cute laugh HAHA but turns out he doesn't really need that much convincing cause he's been waiting for his hyungs to wreck him for a while now and was just top shy to ask 🥺

Idk, I read on your bio that you're still figuring this whole thing out so I thought if I suggested some ideas it could help, but you do what's most comfortable for you!! Love your writing, have a good day 🩷

I am genuinely kicking my feet, swirling my hair and giggling rn. I did figure it out and I will try my best. Thank you so much anon! 🙂 Btw I don’t know anything about their living space and what they do during the day (apart from dance practice and just music stuff). Remember that this is purely fiction

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Missed you

Lee!Han

Ler!Chan and Changbin

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Stray Kids had been working extra hard these past few days, especially 3racha. They just had to make sure their new comeback was perfect and would leave their fans satisfied (and it will!). The infamous trio had already had a few sleepless nights, leaving them exhausted, so, when they were informed that this day was completely free from work, they were sure as hell happy.

The group decided to only rest this day, considering how productive they had been all week long. Jeongin, Seungmin and Hyunjin planned to spend the day snacking and cuddling while finishing up the kdrama they had started a few weeks ago, but were forced to temporarily pause because of all the work they had. Minho and Felix wanted to go to a local bakery for breakfast and just chill and peacefully walk around the city, leaving 3racha mostly alone in the dorms, considering the other three boys would be too invested in the TV show to notice anything they would do.

Obviuosly, after a few sleepless nights, the only thing on their mind was to nap for most of the day. However, Han was convinced in sleeping alone in his room that he shared with Seungmin (he probably doesn’t but let’s pretend he does). Chan and Changbin were a little suspicious but too tired to care.

The hyungs of 3racha only slept for about an hour before they both agreed that they needed Han to sleep in the same bed as them. His presence was important, ok? “Let’s go to his room, I’m pretty sure he pushed both beds together to sleep better” Changbin groggily said “Um… I’m not sure, he seemed like he didn’t want to be disturbed…” Chan answered as he shoved his head into Changbins chest, bear hugging him with his arms and legs “Pleaaase, Channie hyungggg…!” the shorter boy whined “Noooooo Changbin hyungggg” the kangaroo giggled as he pressed Changbin closer to him, suffocating said boy in the process “Nohohoho, C-Chahan I can’t breath~” Chan just giggled and nuzzled his head into the crook of Binnies’ neck. When the chocolate bar boy did that, it immediately reminded Changbin of Han — he would love shoving his face into all kind of crooks, he said that it was more comfortable that way “Let’s go to Hannies room now! I miss him too much!” Chan gave in with a loud groan on the side of Changbins neck, making him giggle “Alright, you win, let’s go”

Han was laying in his bed, which was now double the size, considering that he had pushed both of the beds in his room together. Nonetheless, he just couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how big and comfortable his sleeping space was. He groaned loudly and flopped around. Since today was supposed to be a rest day, he couldn’t annoy anyone to get what he wanted so badly. Chan and Changbin were sleeping and he wouldn’t dare to disturb the remaining three boys in the dorm. So, he had no other choice other than just lay sorounded by darkness and suffer. Sounds dramatic, but it’s true.

“Be quiet! I’m about to open it!” Chan whisper yelled “I am being quiet!” “Just shut up for once, goddamit!” the aussie slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He expected to see Jisung fast asleep, but was surprised to find him laying on his back, staring at the ceiling “Gosh, who hurt you, mate?” Chan giggled as he ran and jumped on top of his bandmate, Changbin laying on top of them all “Why are you here?! I was sleeping!~” “Yeah, yeah, of course you were” “You seemed to invested in the ceiling to care about sleep!” “Ugh, just shut up!” “We miss your laugh!” “Yeah, I haven’t been able to hear it this past week! Why are you so grumpy?” Changbin said poking the very bottom of the human tower (aka Han)”Gahaha don’t do that, tell me a joke instead to make me laugh!” “Oh, I didn’t know you were ticklish, Hannie~” Chan said, poking both sides of his body with his fingers “AHaha no, please~” the other two boys simply smiled, looking at eachother with mischievous smirks.

They both slowly got off the poor boy, trying to not be suspicious. To be honest, Han knew what was coming, in fact, he was waiting for it to happen, the dark room only fueling his anticipation. He was too tired to even stop them, or maybe he just wanted them to do it. Usually, nobody would even ask before starting the merciless attack. However, Chan and Changbin must have noticed that Jisung was not going to stop them, so they decided to tease him a bit “Hey Hannie…~” “Watcha doing?~” the quokka cocked his eyebrow in suspicion “I know that this week has been very complicated and that we’ve all been working very hard without any time to spare, but that doesn’t mean that you get to be grumpy and not laugh for a whole week straight” Chan said with a teasing voice “And uh, w-where are you going with this…?” “Can we tickle you?” “Pleahehease~~” Han was thankful that the room was dark, because he was more red than a tomato “W-whahat, no! Obviously no!” oh please do “Pleasepleasepleaseplease can weeeeeeee, we promise not to touch again for the rest of our lives” “Ummm… No” the dweakki started flopping around while whining like a child “Please please please plehehehehease! I swear Hahahan Jisuhuhng~~~~” the poor boy didn’t know how much longer he could handle it “Uggghhh, ok fine, you can…” He tried to sound as disappointed as he could. Both of the lers got to work immediately, Changbin grabbing his wrists and sitting on his palms to keep his arms in place “Are you ready~” Chan asked, placing his hands on the quokkas sides. Han just giggled in anticipation, waiting for him to attack “Juhuhust doho it…” “Oh? You could’ve just said so!” Chan teased as he started to squeeze the dreaded spot “AHAHAHA, ChahHAHnnie hyUHUHUHng” “Hey, it’s not just him here!” Changbin protested poking both of the lees armpits “AHAHAHEHEHA BIHIHIHIENIEHE HYUHUHUNG!” both of the attackers simply giggled at his desperate begging. Soon enough, both of the 3racha hyungs got tired of the two spots, deciding to change things up a bit “Ok, so if you can hold your laugh in as I tickle you in your chosen spot, we will stop” what? Han definitely didn’t want this to stop! “Umm… My thighs?” Chan smiled and leaned into Changbin to whisper into his ear “This boy obviuosly wants to be wrecked! Should we tease a little longer or just give him what he wants?” Changbin smiled and shook his head “He deserves a reward after such long week full of work” Both of the singers smiled and looked to the squirrel laying laying below them. He had heard everything “Ok so, are you ready? You must not laugh for a full 12 seconds!~” Han blushed and giggled “Ohohok…” the wolf placed his palms on top of his thighs and slowly wrapped his fingers around the muscle surrounding his leg. He nodded his head, signaling for the shortest of the three to start counting “one, two…” once he started counting, Han could feel fingers pushing into the sensitive flesh. He immediately smiled and held back a giggle “four… fiiivvve” Jisung just wanted them to stop teasing with the stupid games, but that wasn’t a problem for long, because once Chan started aggressively pressing and squeezing his thighs it was over “AHAHAHAHAH PLEHEHEAHAHASEPLEASHEHESE CHAHAN I LOHOHOHST I LAHAHAHA-…!” Both ticklers seemed to be satisfied with the reaction.

All three of the boys were smiling and giggling, one because of the fingers that were being shoved into his armspits and hips and the other two because of the ridiculous reactions of the very first boy “PLEHEAHASE, PLEASE, IHAHAH CAHAHAN’T ANY MOHOHORE!” “Of course you can, I know how much you love this~” Changbin teased poking his neck, stopping the deep belly laughter and replacing it with sweet giggles “Ahahahehehe Binieehehehe~” “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’ve been living without this sound for a whole week” Changbin said, fake wiping a tear “Youhuhu,re so dramatic” Chan giggled, tracing shaped into Han’s stomach “Ahaheheheheahah, ple-pleheheahase…~” the lee just couldn’t stop chuckling because of the tickly feeling on his stomach and neck “You’re so cute, but I don’t want you to pass out” Chan said with one last squeeze to his side “Yeah, I think we should stop…” Changbin “agreed” as he lowered his head and blew a raspberry onto Hans collarbone “OHOHOHOH MAHAH GAHAHAHA! WHYYY?!?!” Changbin just snickered and switched the torture to his neck “EHEHEHEAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHP PLEHEHEAHAHASEHEHE~” “Alright, enough now Binnie~ He will die if you don’t stop” the dwaeikki pouted but stopped, bear hugging the maknae of 3racha andbringing him down onto the bed “Let’s sleep now, I’m exhausted~~” “Yeah, me too” Han agreed.

All three men were cuddled up in Seungmin’s and Han’s beds. Jisung was much more tired, almost falling asleep. He had a silly smile on his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about that wrecking that had had just a few minutes prior. Chan and Changbin were smiling too, knowing how much Hannie loved it.

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Ok, so request are going to be open from now on. I’m on vacation for now, so I’ll be able of completing them, but I’m not sure how active I will be next week. Thank again, request will be highly appreciated🙂❤️