#they really made me soft inside🥺💗

[cosmictrashqueen]

Teehee I haven’t made an actual post in a while so wanted to try to get back into with a little drabble I wrote for my favorite Bat Boy 🥺

18+ smut, Dick comes home after a night of patrol as Nightwing and just REALLY missed you 💗

💙💙

There you were once he came home, sprawled out in the bed you shared fast asleep and cuddling his pillow close to your chest. He had gotten very good at entering through the window silently, never wanting to wake you… but tonight was different. He needed to wake you up, needed to feel you.

Dick moved over to the bed, still silent, and gently pulled back the covers to reveal your body to him- of course he couldn’t help but smirk as he saw you were wearing one of his old tshirts to sleep in. He didn’t want to rush this, but that feeling of needing you was prickling underneath his skin, making him antsy.

His hands began to move over your thighs, soothingly, teasingly, squeezing every so often as he caressed up and down. It wasn’t enough to make you stir from slumber, but it was enough to draw out a soft sound from your lips.

Dick pulled one hand away to start ridding himself of his suit, peeling it away from his skin as his lips found the back of your neck and began to pepper warm kisses to your skin. The higher up his other hand traveled along your inner thigh, the more it began to stir your body for him. Between his sensual touch and adoring kisses, it didn’t take much longer for you to groan and open your eyes.

Once you were awake and he was sure of it, his hand eagerly dipped between your legs and stroked along your dampening underwear, “I missed you, baby.” He whispers in your ear before his teeth tease the lobe. His fingers were stroking in little motions in the way he knows gets you riled up for him. For more. Instinctively your legs part as you’re still laying on your front, and he takes that as your silent permission to pull your underwear away, leaving them around your thighs as he shifts your hips up just enough to see you’re already glistening with arousal.

That’s when he slips his gloveless fingers inside you, pressing two in deep and groaning at the way you gasp and shudder from the sudden pressure and the way he fills you. Once his name falls from your lips in a heated moan, that’s all it takes before he’s thrusting his fingers in and out, in and out. The pace isn’t too quick, but there is an urgency there as he leans over you and watches your face contort with desire.

Fuck, he loves seeing you like this; face flushed and expression fucked out from whatever he’s doing to you.

His fingers hook and brush against that spot that has you bucking, your breath feeling like it’s been punched out of you, and with a satisfied smirk he focuses on that spot with every thrust of his fingers.

It should be illegal how good Dick is with fucking you open with just his fingers alone. He knows just what to do to have you whining and gasping and begging for more.

The only sounds in the bedroom are your labored breathing and sounds of pleasure, and the slick sound of his fingers fucking you. Dick has been more quiet than usual, his eyes locked on your dripping cunt as his fingers thrust and spread and loosen you up for him. He’s quiet, until he leans forward once more, his now bare chest pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear, “Look at you, baby. Dripping all over the sheets already? You must really have missed me too, hmm?”

Dick lets out a chuckle, his teeth catching the back of her neck in a teasing nip, “You’re gonna need to call off work in the morning, because we are barely getting started, baby.”

[itgetsdark-x]

Hi💗 Love all your works sm😭.You are so freaking talented 😍😍🥲💘

I would like to read a therapeutic smut with our curly bf Javi 🤭 ( requester is trying to have no shame lol) .

Ok, javi gutierrez/his gf reader where reader is anxious about her upcoming project. They have a small talk about her anxiety. Javi is trying his best to support her. Then reader admits that she craves for being comforted sometimes. ( daddy issues caused the lack of confidence👀) . So mention of daddy issues, then it all somehow turns into: thigh riding, praise kink,dirty talk, daddy kink and forehead kisses 🥺, oral (f/m receiving or both 💀), p in v 😗.

The whole vibe is supporting gf turns into hot dom/sub 🫂=>🥵

It's just a request and I do it for the first time. So I hope I didn't get carried away too much🥴. Anyway, waiting for your reply.

Have a nice day💕x

P. S. If u like the idea u could name it "Skinny-dip inside your mind" ( the quote from Lana's new album). If u would like to ofc ✨💗🤗 ok bye x

A/N: okay, this request really spoke to my all my mommy/ daddy issues and I couldn’t resist. I love how detailed you made it and I just hope it lives up to your expectations lol. thank you so much for taking the time to send in a request and for the kind words! I’m sorry it took a lil while!

Summary: Javi had always been the most perfect boyfriend; he was attentive, loving and nothing ever seemed like it was too much for you. He knew you were struggling mentally recently and knew exactly what you needed to feel better.

Characters: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!, mentions of parental death, daddy issues, mentions of anxiety / mental health issues, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation. (Probs other stuff, it’s mainly just smut lol, you have been warned)

Word Count: 4.3k

You slammed the lid of your laptop down and collapsed your aching head into your crossed arms. You slowly allowed yourself to cry and within minutes, you were sobbing into your arms, you were so wrapped up in your own feelings that you hadn’t heard Javi, your boyfriend, come home. 

“Mi amor,” he frowned, rushing to sit beside you at the kitchen table. He quickly wrapped a strong arm around you and stroked through your hair affectionately. “What’s happened? Who has made you feel this way?” He asked, his voice concerned. 

“J-Javi” you sobbed, lifting your head to peer at your boyfriend with red, streaming eyes. “W-work. It’s just, this stupid project and article I need to write. If I don’t have it ready and completed by the end of the week, it’s going to be a disaster. I have to get the shoot finalised and I just know it’s going to go all wrong because I’m useless.” You sobbed, your voice coming out as wrecked cries. 

Javi frowned at you, as his fingers stroked through your hair still, just trying to offer a small glimmer of comfort to you as you cried. Your body shook as you sat there, you took a moment to try and focus on your breathing but you could already feel your chest tightening and your breaths got more shallow and speedy. 

“Baby,” He whispered. “Come on, look at me. Look at me, that’s it.” He cooed softly as you looked at him, your eyes were still streaming with tears but the panic was evident in them now as you struggled to suck in a breath. “Breathe for me, hermosa. That’s it, take a deep breath. Do it with me.” He instructed and placed a soft hand to your heaving chest as he helped you take in a deep breath. 

You shut your eyes and listened to your boyfriend’s voice, you did as he instructed and soon, your breathing returned to normal and you calmed down a little. You rarely let Javi see you like this, if you were going to have a panic attack or cry, you would excuse yourself and deal with it alone as you didn’t feel he deserved to have to see you like this. Still, there were some occasions where you couldn’t stop it. 

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, grabbing your laptop and opening it once again to deflect from having to look at a concerned Javi. 

His fingers gently pried the laptop from your grasp and he quickly closed it down, sliding it away from you. You tried to take it back but Javi shook his head no and stroked your cheek gently. 

“No, I’m sorry, mi amor. You’re done working for the day, it’ll still be there tomorrow and I can help plan some things for the shoot for you. I have my contacts and you should take advantage of that.”

You shook your head no, and immediately you felt the panic rising in your throat like a poisonous acid; you needed to work, you needed to get it all right and the fact that you weren’t in control had you spiralling again. 

“Speak to me, my love. Please. Just… I’ve not seen you like this for a while. Speak to me.” He whispered. 

“Javi…” you sighed. “This project at work is major, it’s my first time being in charge of a whole shoot and feature. I need to nail it, and, and I just feel like I’m not doing that. I feel like it’s going all wrong and suddenly, I’m twelve again and my dad is yelling at me for doing everything wrong.” You rambled, your voice raising at the end.

You had stood from the kitchen table and you were now pacing the length of it, your arms were wrapped around your waist, trying to comfort yourself as you spoke. You shared everything with Javi; your hopes, your dreams, what you want exactly from life but for some reason, you hadn’t ever spoken about your dad. It was a tough subject for you to bring up and you dreaded it every having to be spoken about. 

“Your father?” Javi asked, he turned in his seat and watched you pace the room; he knew better than to stop you. “You never speak about your father…” he mumbled. 

“Yeah,” you laughed bitterly. “There’s a reason for that.” You shrugged, not giving your boyfriend much to work on. 

Javi didn’t move, he watched you and waited silently; he knew how your brain worked and if he kept quiet he knew you would soon spill the beans, more so than if he questioned you at every corner. 

“As you know, my mom passed away when I was around four years old, well, it broke my dad, of course it did. And well, because of that he was pretty absent whilst I was growing up… Absent besides the times he would yell at me, he blamed me for mom’s death and said that it should have been me that died, not her. He said that if I wasn’t born then mom wouldn’t have turned to drugs as a comfort.” You recalled painfully as tears slowly trickled down your face. 

“Cariño, we both know that isn’t true. Your dad just needed someone to blame, I’m sorry.” Javi sighed sadly, he wished he could take every ounce of pain from you so you never had to feel it. He was stood in front of you now and he held your face gently in his hands; he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you near melted into his touch. “Why don’t you come and sit on the couch with me, just for a bit and maybe after dinner, if you feel better you could do a bit more work. Would that help?” 

You nodded slowly and allowed yourself to be led into the front room with Javi, he sat you down on the couch and closed the curtains behind you, knowing that you prefer to be in darker surroundings when you’re feeling anxious and sad. You couldn’t help but smile slightly as he fussed around you, he got you a glass of water and demanded you at least tried to drink half. You felt safe and comforted, it was something you always craved. 

“Thank you, Javi.” You sighed, your arm draped across his tummy as you cuddled into his side further. “You have no idea how much I crave to be comforted like this… I’ve never told you before because I didn’t want you to look at me differently, what with all my daddy issues.” You half joked. 

“I would never look at you differently. Never. I’ll always look after you, my beautiful girl.” He said softly and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I do worry about you though… I mean, I am so proud of you getting that promotion at work but it seems since your anxiety has been through the roof.”

You opened your mouth to protest, pretending you had no idea what he meant but Javi cut you off with a stern look. 

“Mi amor, I’m not a complete idiot… I’ve seen you sneaking off to cry, I’ve left you alone as you usually prefer to weather these storms by yourself, it’s killed me but I’ve been trying to do what I think you want. Maybe you should speak with work, maybe get some time off…” he said softly, his fingers stroking patterns on the bare skin of your legs. 

“You know I can’t do that… I can’t take time off but you’re right, I’ve been a mess lately. I’m sorry. It’s just… well, I didn’t tell you, clearly, but my dad messaged me the other day and said he wants to meet you. I keep him at a distance and rarely see him but he heard from another family member about our relationship and how I moved out to Spain to be with you and surprise, surprise, he now wants to be dad of the year.” You frowned, curling yourself into Javi’s side further, feeling his protective arm around you. 

“We can have him stay, only if you want to. If not, we don’t. It’s as simple as that, hermosa. You’re in charge here, okay?”

You nodded as your fingers lazily traced over the freckles on Javi’s arm, your mind was swimming with all the options of what could happen if you did or didn’t have your dad to stay, or what would happen with work if you opened up about the recent anxieties; you got caught up in your own head again and were only pulled out by Javi speaking once again. 

“You’re thinking too much…” he sighed. “Come here, mi amor. Let me take care of you.”

You looked up at Javi in confusion as you weren’t entirely sure what he meant but Javi gently pulled you into his lap and cupped either side of your face to pull you in for a kiss. It was soft, sensual and just the epitome of Javi; caring, smooth and safe. His soft lips pressed against yours and his tongue swiped along your lower lip, you gasped softly and he dipped his tongue into your mouth to deepen your kiss. He entangled his fingers into your hair to move you as he pleased, you allowed him, you were like a rag doll, moving as he wanted you to. 

“There,” he whispered against your lips. “Doesn’t that feel better?” 

You laughed softly and shrugged at him.

“I don’t know, I still feel pretty terrible.” You teased, wanting Javi to kiss you like that again. 

Of course he obliged, he pressed his mouth back to yours to give you another passionate kiss. His hands smoothed down the naked expanse of your arms and they landed on your exposed thighs, he toyed with the hem of your dress and you whined into the kiss. 

It had been a hot day so you were dressed in a pale blue sundress, Javi’s favourite and his own personal kryptonite. 

“You’re so beautiful, cariño, so breathtaking.” He complimented, reaching his head up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Drive me mad when you wear these pretty dresses, so gorgeous.”

You blushed at Javi’s words, with each compliment you could feel your cheeks glowing under his soft gaze. Javi peppered soft kisses to your neck, his plush lips sent sparks through your body and straight to your core. Before you realised what you were doing, you rocked your hips gently back and forth, searching for any contact against your clothed arousal. 

“Feeling a little needy, baby?” He cooed, his teeth grazing against your pulse point after whispering in your ear sensually. 

You nodded, a little embarrassed as your hips rocked back and forth. You made a small whimpering noise as Javi continued to kiss along your neck, only stopping to suck a small mark into your skin. 

“Shift over,” he instructed as he spread his legs further so you were straddling just one of his thighs. “That’s it, my sweet girl. Now, ride my thigh, hermosa. Make yourself feel good on my leg, like the needy little baby you are.” Javi smirked, looking at you with lust-blown eyes. 

You chewed on your lip as you slowly started to grind against Javi’s thigh, just a couple thin layers of fabric separating your pulsing clit and Javi’s skin. Your hips moved in slow circles, alternating between the soft little grinds and rubbing yourself back and forth on him rougher. Your mouth was parted as soft moans escaped from them, your arms were looped around Javi’s neck as you anchored yourself down to chase your high, greedily. 

“That’s it baby; you use me how you need me, need you to feel good. Tell me how it feels, please.” Javi gasped, watching your face contort with each moan that fell from your mouth. 

“Javi,” you sighed happily as your hips sped up, you could feel how slick you were with each move of your hips and you were sure you would be leaving a trail of your arousal behind on the beige linen of Javi’s shorts. “You feel so good, fuck. Needed this relief for so long, fuck, daddy.” You whimpered, too far gone to acknowledge the name. 

Javi’s eyes widened at the use of the pet name, you had never called him that before and he couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched in his pants. You were usually so reserved in bed, so timid and there you were, riding his thigh to chase your own release; looking so perfect. 

“Fuck, hermosa. Call me that again.” Javi groaned and held your hips roughly, making your grind down harder against his thigh. “Call me that as you cum.”

“W-what?” You mumbled before your brain clocked it and your cheeks heated up again. “Oh, I, um.” You whispered, slowing your movements as Javi controlled your hips. 

“Come on, my good girl. Call me it again, call me it and I’ll let you cum.” He encouraged. 

“Daddy.” you whispered, your voice coming out as a mere squeak. 

“Louder.” Javi’s hands gripped your hips tighter and slowed them down to soft grind which caused you to whine in frustration. 

“Daddy.” You said more confidently, wriggling your hips in his lap. 

“Good girl. So good for me.” He purred, his thick accent sending shivers through your body. 

Javi controlled your hips once more, speeding them up to allow you to chase your high; you were greedily there, letting your hips wriggle back and forth. It didn’t take long before you were gripping at Javi’s neck tightly and whimpering in his lap. 

You felt yourself get wetter as you came. “Fuck, daddy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Feels so good.” You whined, your head lulling backwards as you chased your high. 

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Now sit on the sofa and let me make you feel even better.” Javi purred, placing you on the couch so he could kneel between your legs on the floor. 

He decided against teasing you and instead pulled your panties off, tossing them to the side before dipping his head down to lap at your pussy. His expert tongue flicked over your swollen bud and then gently sucked at it, the suction of his lips had your whole body vibrating with pleasure and your fingers soon found their way into Javi’s soft brown locks. 

“Fuck, Javi.” You whimpered, shifting your body down to grind against the male’s face as he ate you out. 

Javi made a soft noise of appreciation against your wet heat, his tongue was working you with ease and within minutes you were falling apart at the seams, right on his face. He had you cursing and shaking all over again. 

He sat back, wiped his mouth and smiled up at you. He slowly stroked his hands up your bare thighs to pull your dress over your head, leaving you spent and naked for him to admire. Javi leant back onto his knees to fumble with the fastening on his shorts, you could see a large wet patch blooming on his thigh and your cheeks glowed as you knew that was from you. 

“You see that, baby girl.” Javi pointed at the darkened spot and you nodded in response. “Course you do, that’s from you. Is that how good I make you feel, sweet girl? Hm? Make you so wet you leave a patch behind when you cum. So hot.” Javi groaned.

He was drinking in your naked body, you drew your legs up to your chest and tried to cover yourself but the older male tutted and brought your legs down, spreading them so he could see you in all of your naked and aroused glory. He leant back again onto his knees and slowly freed his hard cock from his shorts, it sprung up and you could see beads of precum leaking from the tip. You absently licked your lips as you watched his hand stroke his length, your empty hole fluttered around air as you imagined your lover filling you up so deliciously. 

Javi clocked you, he could see you watching him and since he had already made you cum a couple of times, he thought it was the perfect time to tease you. He moaned as his hand passed over the tip of his cock and back down the shaft, he was moving slowly and he really ramped up his moans as he locked eyes with you. It was like a movie you couldn’t tear your eyes from, they would dart down to see Javi stroking himself before they would lock with his once again. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you were so turned on and you weren’t in control of your own body; your nimble fingers dipped down to stroke around your clit. You spread your legs further as you pleasured yourself, Javi smirked at you and nodded eagerly as your fingers sped up to match his own strokes. 

“That’s it, good girl.” He gasped, this person in front of him looked like you, looked like his girlfriend but your actions were so out there compared to your usually reserved-self. “Fuck, look at you, hermosa. Such a good girl for me, touching yourself cause you couldn’t even wait for me. So needy, aren’t you, my sweet little girl.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded softly at Javi; the room was filled with sounds of your heavy breaths and soft moans as your fingers slowly sank into yourself. You were driving your boyfriend made, he wanted to bury himself so deeply in you and stay there forever but he also couldn’t stop watching as you pleasured yourself. 

“This what you do when daddy isn’t around to touch you, princess?” Javi groaned, he slowed his hand down and squeezed his length roughly to stave off his want to cum. 

“Y-yeah…” you whined. “Feels so good daddy but nothing feels as good as your cock, I’ve tried everything but nothing feels as good.” You admitted with red cheeks. 

“Yeah? What have you tried, honey?” He cooed, smirking that you were so open. 

“Uhm,” you whimpered as your hips bucked up to your hand. “My hairbrush, I tried using the shower head and I’ve tried humping everything; the sofa, my pillow one of my stuffed animals but nothing ever feels as good.”

Javi couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, it was dark and condescending and it made you feel even needier for the male. 

“Aw, my poor little baby. Humping everything like a little mutt. That why you rode my thigh earlier?” His voice was deep and lustful, it was the perfect mix of condscnedation and love. 

You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes with embarrassment as you admitted it to your boyfriend. He would often be away on work trips and you recalled in your mind all those nights that were so lonely and you were so empty. You craved your boyfriends touch, and his approval even more. 

“Being such a good girl for me now.” Javi groaned, finally pulling his hand off of his cock. He removed his shirt and stood to fully take his shorts off. 

Your eyes followed your boyfriend, your fingers still circled your swollen and sensitive clit, you could feel your orgasm impending quicker and quicker. 

“Javi,” you whimpered. “I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.” 

“Call me by my proper name, baby girl. Then you can cum.” He hissed, he gently wrapped a hand around your throat so his fingers and thumb were pressing on your pulse points. 

He restricted your throat just enough to make your head feel floaty and that’s what you needed to push you over the edge. Your mouth open in a silent moon as you tried to speak. 

“Daddy. Fuck.” You breathed, cursing him. 

Javi smiled down at you as your fingers stopped moving and your thighs shook roughly; he kissed your forehead gently and stroked your cheek after he released your throat. 

“Good girl. So good for me. How do you want to take me?” He whispered, his hand cupping at your cheeks gently so his thumb could stroke the soft skin there. 

You shrugged at him, feeling far too fucked out already. “I-I don’t mind.” You whispered. “Just want you, please.”

Javi made a humming noise of appreciation and he pressed another kiss to your forehead affectionately. “Okay, my love, lay down for me and I’ll give you daddies cock. Hm, is that okay with you? That what you want?”

You made a soft whining noise, you knew Javi’s cock would sting as he stretched you out and you couldn’t wait but you were already feeling over-sensitive so you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long. You laid down on the large sofa, your back leant up against the arm of the sofa with a cushion behind you and Javi positioned himself between your legs, he gently held onto one of your thighs for leverage as he positioned himself to your hole. 

“God, you’re so wet and tight for me, hermosa.” He groaned as he gently pressed himself into your vagina. Your eyes screwed shut at the sting of stretching around his member and Javi shushed you, he kissed your forehead once again before he started a slow pace. 

Javi squeezed at the flesh of your leg, you were perfect for him and he could live buried deep in you forever if it was possible. He rolled his hips sensually and with every thrust of his cock, he deliciously pleasure your g-spot. It was intense and your body shook with the pleasure of it all. 

“Daddy, you feel so good. You fill me up so well.” You whimpered, your soft hands grabbing at Javi’s back desperately as you clenched around his cock. 

“So do you, my sweet girl. Perfect little cocksleeve for me, made just for daddy. Isn’t that right?” He cooed. 

You nodded and Javi sped his hips up, he’d had enough of teasing himself and now he was chasing his high greedily. You laid there and took him, obscene moans and curse words tumbled from your lips like a free-flowing stream. You were a goner, so close to cumming around your boyfriend you wouldn’t have been able to stop it if you tried. 

Your walls fluttered and clenched around Javi’s member as you came; you felt it get wetter between the two of you and your whole body shook with the intensity, tears rolling down your cheeks as Javi kept up his punishing pace. 

“Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” Javi groaned, holding your hips for better leverage as he fucked into you with fervour. 

It didn’t take Javi long to get there, soon his hips were stuttering to a stop before he quickly pulled out of you. He stroked himself once, twice and on the third time, he awkwardly leant over to spill his hot cum on your tits. You opened your mouth to catch a few stray spurts on your outstretched tongue as Javi praised you, fucking his fist as he painted your skin. 

Javi fell back onto the sofa with a groan, your laboured breaths filled the empty room as your tried to regain some composure. 

“Fuck me.” You laughed, flopping an arm over your face in exhaustion.

“Just did, cariño.” Javi laughed, not wasting a second to go and grab a damp cloth to clean you up with. He wiped at you gently and you hissed as the cool cloth hit your sweaty skin. 

Javi returned after throwing the cloth into the wash and sat on the sofa next to you, he took your legs and draped them over your lap so he could stroke softly at your bare skin. 

“That…” he breathed. “That was amazing but uh, do you wanna talk about it at all? It was different for us… amazing but different and I hope you’re okay.”

Your eyes were still closed, you were bathing in your post-orgasmic glow and Javi’s words had you crushing back down to earth. 

“Javi,” you whined as a warning. “Can we not… you found out a lot about me today, maybe pack it away and save that conversation for another day? I’m okay though, thank you for asking. I love you a lot…”

He lifted your leg and kissed it softly, he knew not to push you otherwise you would just withdraw into yourself further which wouldn’t help anyone. 

“Fine, fine. I love you more, hermosa. You’re my world. Whatever you need, or whatever you want from me, I’m here for you.” He rambled until you sat up and gently pushed his shoulder. 

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” You laughed and brought your boyfriend in for a gentle kiss, he smiled against your lips before you laid back down on the sofa and pulled a blanket over your naked body. “Now, I think you promised me dinner? How about your famous risotto?” You grinned. 

Javi rolled his eyes affectionately and stood, wrapping the blanket around you tighter and handing you the tv remote. 

“Anything for you, mi amor. Now, you relax here, cariño and I’ll make us some dinner.” Javi smiled, ducking his head down to kiss your forehead before he disappeared into the kitchen. 

—————————————————————

—————————————————————

—————————————————————

[callsign-rogueone]

Would you be willing to do a director’s cut of Part of the Family or Like Snow on the Beach? I guess there’s something about Garrick in a big brother role that I just love

absolutely!! protective big bro gare is so 💗💗💗

I’m kinda retracting Love and Gare being sibs and will be re-writing part of the family eventually oops but here are some thoughts on Sweets and Gare in snow on the beach! and I’m gonna throw in some more context and sneak peeks since this chapter didn’t have much gare (more of him coming in her future chapters once they go to Aretia + reunite, and more little appearances from them in other couples FW chapters perhaps 👀)

this one is from love at first fight but still relevant:

Liam holds up five fingers, and you shake your head, holding up four. “New record,” you mouth, smug.

garrick was the one who taught sweets to fight. sweetheart and liam are a little lovingly competitive, since xaden taught liam, and the two older boys are both very proud of their respective protégées and like to bet on them sometimes. you’ll see more of this later, but garrick takes training her very seriously; daily runs and extra practice, etc., so she can protect herself and everyone she loves. angel comes with them sometimes, but not always.

Five years living as siblings has attuned him to your emotions — he knows that something is wrong, that something had been wrong even before you were sent on this suicide mission and lost two of your friends. “Do you want to talk about what happened when I came to get you?”

you’ll also see more of this later, but gare is good at “reading her” and figuring out what’s going on behind that mask. but he also knows not to press sweets for information or push too hard when she’s is feeling overwhelmed. the same with angel: she’ll talk when she’s ready. but sweets feels more comfortable with gare than anyone else, so if she’s gonna talk to anyone about all of this, it would be him.

“It took me a full year to figure you out when we met, to realize that the person you really are on the inside doesn’t match the person that you show people. I think he saw right through that perpetual stone-faced look, saw the girl that I’m proud to call a sister.”

also like angel, gare affirms her with words. he’s a very good pep-talk-giver, and does a lot of positive reinforcement when he’s training her — never negative, never threatening, because that just doesn’t work for her or for angel, and he doesn’t want to hurt his favorite girls in any way, especially emotionally — they’re both a little delicate and sensitive in that regard but he loves that about them. he’s just so soft for both of them 🥺💗

I don’t know if/when I’ll get to this and like actually write it out but!! background and lore!!

sweets was fostered with garrick and angel (gare would absolutely not have let angel go anywhere else but with him. he made that abundantly clear to everyone involved.)

duchess knew that sweets’ older siblings were killed along with her parents, so being with gare and angel, the oldest of the marked ones, would be good for her. there’s obviously no replacing her own biological siblings, but they could act as more of a stand-in, someone to protect her and provide security for the poor girl.

I think I’ve mentioned that gare jokes that sweets is him and angel’s “practice child”. they’re truly a older-sib-mom-and-dad combo for her and provide the ultimate support system. it was really hard for her to be away from them for two years right when things started looking up, and especially for the first year that they couldn’t write letters. but the revolution has people on the inside that would let her read the death rolls for their names, to see if they made it through the week 🥺

she’ll never admit it, but sweets was a little scared of garrick at first, honestly. it took her a while (and her seeing him with angel) to realize that he’s just a big teddy bear, but it took longer than that for her to let him in. sweet’s wound is being scared to let people in, lest they die and devastate her further, so that’s part of her hesitation to make friends or to start anything with ridoc (along with some feelings of inadequacy and insecurity, too, that he wouldn’t like the “real her” or that he’d “figure out she’s weak”… the imposter syndrome is strong with this one.)

and some peekies:

This silence is killing you. “Please say something,” you pant, “anything.”

“About what?” he asks, looking over at you with a smug smile. “About your little overnight guest?”

-> Gare is gonna have some thoughts about this whole thing with his lil sis and ridoc, but I promise he’ll be cool with it. once he sees how deeply ridoc cares for his lil sis, and helps with her anxiety, he’s approved. but poor boy is definitely getting the shovel talk at some point, or a modified version thereof. you’ll see.

“Hey. I’m not mad at you, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Good. Now when we go back in there, I want you to look like I just yelled at you like I should have.”

-> not explaining this one just yet.. hehe

thank u for the ask lovie!! these are a lot easier for me to do than actual writing rn (less brain power and faster) and it’s something fun I can do from my phone while I’m (still) laid out in bed 🥲💗

[fatuismooches]

SMOOOOOCHESSSSS!!!! AHHHH IM KISSING YOUR CHEEKS MY DOVE I AM SCREAMING!!!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

PART 3 TO THE DOTTORE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY AND YOU RELEASED IT SO FAST I WASNT EXPECTING IT SO SOON!!! gosh the pacing of it was so well, and I absolutely adore how you write fragile!reader and Zandik. AND THE NUDITY SCENEEEE!! >w< it was so so soft I absolutely adored it words cannot describe how much I was smiling during it. AND THE LITTLE ZANDY SNEAK WITH HIM BEING ALLOWED TO SEE ALL THE PREPERATIONS COLUMBINA IS DOING FOR FRAGILE!READER AND THEIR OUTFIT <33 AHHHHH!!!! Also the book scene as well 😭 SOB!! poor reader getting exposed out of nowhere because Zandik was “curious”… AND THE WEDDING SMOOCHES OH MY GOSH!!! I wasn’t expecting to read them getting married in this fic but im overjoyed to see you write it!!! their ceremony being private and the clumsy dancing after they’ve been officially married made me giggle and kick my feet in the air!!! honestly the marriage reminded me of an old ask I sent MONTHS ago!! fragile!reader and dottore having a private ceremony and how Dottore would most likely keep his ring in his box, but fragile!reader enjoys wearing it everyday as it’s a sign that Zandik truly does love them for who they are, and they’re bonded for eternity. :((( I would absolutely LOVE to see what type of rings you had in mind for them and what kind of suit you portrayed Zandik wearing!! I love these two so much that im honestly scared for the fourth and final part. :( my heart is not ready for angst…I loved all the hurt and comfort in this fic it’s literally my favorite thing!! and to say I will reread this AT LEAST 5 times, (just like I have with the first and second part) is an understatement. I always appreciate seeing you also mention me in your notes it’s so cute mwa mwa!! <33 make sure to rest sweetheart alright? currently dying because of midterms but I know part 3 will get me through it. AND BEFORE I EVEN FORGET THE MENTION OF BATHING TOGETHER ADJNDJAIJSJDK!!!! still one of my favorite ideas EVER im so happy to see it being dropped for a second in the fic it made me blush <33

But I truly hope you have an absolutely wonderful day and week and happy December cutie!!! Christmas will be here soon and I honestly can’t wait to bake. always imagining m fragile!reader because of my condition >_< im very delusional for him I think of him every second, minute, hour, day, every week!!! not a day goes by where I don’t think of him AT LEAST ONCE! but ANYWAYS!!! I give you loads and loads of cuddles and chu chus <33 I love you so much I just wanna hug you so tightly and swell up your cheeks because of how many chus I gave you!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

AHHHHH 🎐 ANON IM SCREAMING TOO!!! YOU'RE TOO NICE!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! please, my weekend literally consisted of two things, writing that fic, and finishing a project for college, i kept alternating between the two 😭 I WAS JUST SO EXCITED I HAD TO! AND OF COURSE!! Bb Zandy gets all the privileges (he gets the last cookie in the jar too, much to the other clones' dismay) 😌

AND YEAHHH the book idea just came to me one day. i just thought it'd be not only cute but funny, since i also love thinking about the playful banter you two have 🥺 HEHE I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THE WEDDING SCENE TOO!! I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT SINCE I FEEL IT NEEDS TO BE INCLUDED IN THEIR LIVES!! and yeah i was thinking about your asks too, because i like to go back and reread the asks on your tag 😭💗 Dottore keeps his ring in his box so when he's stressed he can just pop it open and admire it, thinking about you if you're not around, and put it away again now that he's had some time to slack off thinking about you. You though? Oh boy everyone has every detail of your ring memorized by how much you've gushed about it (poor random Fatui agents)

AND I'm not gonna lie i didn't really picture the rings or outfits inside my head. 😭 but i did look up some rings rn to see if i could find anything that's cute!! (i think. I'm not very good at fashion/aesthetics and this stuff 😭) but i think these first three for reader are pretty!! i feel like they're pretty elegant but not too much at the same time! Dottore's as i said would be much simpler, i can't find a good picture but i feel like the last one would be similar, thin with fewer jewels though. But ngl, i always love this interpretation of the ring Dottore would give you!! It's so pretty and to think he'd make the ring yourself is so!! AND I WOULD GIVE YOU OUTFITS BUT IM SORRY IM SO BAD AT THEM. Honestly though. I'd probably imagine him in like, the classic black and white suit. Maybe with some pieces of blue here and there. There's a fanart i'd show you too but the comments are EXTREMELY down bad so yeah,,

🎐 ANON DON'T WORRY 😭 THERE WILL BE ANGST BUT HOPEFULLY THE FIFTH PART WILL MAKE IT BETTER!! AND OMG OVER 5 TIMES??? I'M HONOREDDD 🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗 MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO OKAY?? i know midterms are the worse but you got this!! And omg have fun baking!! I wish i could taste your sweets, they must be delicious!! AND I LOVE YOU MORE!! mwah mwah!!

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie m'dear, I'm really glad to hear you're doing well and I am sorry for your loss. If you need to talk I'm always around but there's no pressure to do so at all.

I really, really enjoyed that soft Preacher!Rhett drabble you wrote out (hit a little bit harder than usual but I absolutely love that side of him and can't resist it, lol). Might I offer you another in return??

I was thinking about it being fall and the weather growing colder. It's getting to be spooky season which means the church's annual Halloween party is right around the corner (like I said, man of God or not, Rhett loves Halloween and all the fun that comes with it) and that means the church craft market, the farmers' market and the Halloween fundraisers for the childrens' and veterans hospitals etc.

Rhett doesn't really have to shoulder too much duty in the fall seeing as he has you and the babies to look after. It's one of those crisp, autumn Sundays where you've just shooed the babies outside to go and play in the leaf piles that Rhett's raked up or blown with the leaf blower and they're all in their little flannel jackets and sweaters.

You're inside the house where it's nice and warm and cozy, the woodstove in the living room is going as is Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride". Baby Dallas, your youngest that you and Rhett adopted, is snoozing away in his little wicker bassinet in the living room, all snuggled under his crocheted blankets, sucking away on his little blue paci while the family cat is nested in beside him, purring away. You're slow cooking a chuck roast in the little red dutch oven full of carrots, celery, pearl onions, garlic, herbs, spices and a rather liberal helping of red wine (lol) and the house smells soooooooo good.

Rhett and the older children all come traipsing in from the chilly afternoon to the smell of dinner slow cooking in the oven. The babies all head down to the playroom that you and Rhett had made for them, waiting for the rest of your friends and family to come over for Sunday dinner including an elderly neighbor of Rhett's who's never missed a Sunday service since she was little. You and Rhett both share a little bit of a slow dance in the kitchen until Dallas starts waking up from his nap and wants his daddy.

You and Rhett both hang around in the kitchen for a little while, you to get the dinner prepped and him to have the baby close by in case he needs to feed (he definitely wasn't against you using a home remedy or something from the doc to stimulate the milk flow when you adopted Amy and she needed to feed and also knew you needed to do the same for Dallas when he came out of his incubator). Even still, you both look at the little stone claddagh ring wall plaque that says "Bless This House", you and Rhett know full well that you are and always will be.

ohhhhhhhhh my love my love my loveeeee! if this isn’t the dream! i’ve mentioned it before, but that season is my absolute faveeee and i felt so warm, cosy and comforted reading this, it was so lovely and really what i needed rn 🥺

to live a content and cosy life like that with rhett would just be the dream! i loved all the little descriptions of yours 🥹

thank you so much for this sweet and comforting thought, and for your well wishes. it means so much to me and you know i’m always here if you need me too 🥺 ilysm, mwah mwah mwah! 💗🫶🏼

[greg-montgomery]

greg montgomery would be the perfect man to loose your virginity to

he would be perfect <333

he is so sweet and respectful you genuinely don’t feel uncomfortable not even for one second. greg fell in love with you from the moment he saw you. and he’s so ready to make you feel the love he’s feeling 🥹 but only if you’re ready like he is!

so you have a lot of talks about it together, if that’s something you need. what’s most important to him is you feeling comfortable, safe and ready <3

when you tell him that you are, greg is soooo excited! baby has been waiting lmfao like he’s keeping it in bc he wants to go slow and be careful but he’s so horny and excited the whole time 😭

he lays you down and takes all your clothes off slow and carefully, giving sweet kisses to every inch of your exposed skin. basically worshipping you 🥺💓

with all his kisses and touches all over your body he’s already made you wet <33 so he opens your legs and starts touching you 🥰🥰 he just touches your clit at first while talking to you, he asks you to let him know if something makes you feel pain or makes you uncomfortable or you simply don’t like it. you nod your head and he kisses your nose with a cute smile!! he also asks you to tell him when something feels nice and you like it so he can do it again <33

if you get shy he makes you look into his eyes and he’s like “it’s just us, baby. just you and me enjoying each other’s bodies and feeling good. no need to be shy with me.” 🥹🥹🦋💖

anyway! he starts fingering you so you’re ready to take his cock after <33 he loves kissing you while doing it but after some moments you can’t kiss back anymore cause it just feels too good :(

he also urges you to touch him too 😌 if you’re shy about it he will take your hand and show you where/how he likes to be touched <3

he holds your hands above your head when he’s finally on top of you and ready to be inside you 🥰 he looks down and into your eyes with the most lovesick smile in the world 💓💓💞💞💕💕

he whispers “ready?” you say “ready” 💞 and he tells you he loves you and then he’s finally inside you <33

he goes slow and makes sure you’re doing okay the whole time! and it feels sooooo safe there in his arms 🥹 and you start feeling really good. and you can tell by his sweet moans and heavy breaths that he’s feeling good too so that makes you all 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

you’re just laying there in his arms, all safe and loved while feeling reaaaaaally good 🥰

also important note: he calls you pretty, beautiful, perfect etc the whole time!!

when you’re done you of course cuddle sooooooo much 🥰🥰🥰 and you’re all giggles and sweet kisses and soft romantic words 💞💖💗💓💕

[seiwas]

hi sel!!! Hope ur doing well n having an extremely amazing dayyy❤️❤️❤️

I came across this tweet where jjk’s screenwriter shares his description of gojo n my couldn’t help but think of ur gojo in col. n also gojo in augustinewrites’ fushigojo series!

https://x.com/svtorusfav/status/1755283213394604273?s=46

“he has a soft heart and when poked, he can be weak” n emotionally vulnerable. im particularly fond of augustine’s and ur gojo fics coz they really highlight this side of him n i havent seen many do that…that’s why they’re my favs!!

Sel, i’ve seen u say that ur col gojo might be ooc sometimes?! I always thought he was perfectly written, but this interview has made me admire u more coz u just captured his character so immaculately. it’s like u guys have always UNDERSTOOD him n what gojo as a character is really about! there’s that unexplored side of his character that gets overlooked n im so in love with how ur descriptions of him!!

U guys are the bestest!! all the love to u😙🫶

zuro anon

zuro anon omg 🥺 this is the sweetest message ever, i am so happy to see you drop by!!! it feels like clear skies every time!!! 🥺 i hope you're doing well and that your weekend is even better!! 💗

and omg??? that tweet wAAH it makes me so soft 🥺 for you to say that col gojo and augustine's fushigojo gojo reminds you of this satoru WAAH that is such a compliment 😭 i am so touched, i'm sure @augustinewrites will be too once she sees this 😭

you are always so sweet coming in here with such lovely things to say!!! i am sawbing inside 🥹 i adore YOU zuro anon for all the light you bring on here 🥺 thank you thank you so much 🥺 YOU are the bestest!! i am sending you ALLL my love 🥺

[rosesloveletters]

Ohh happy birthday!! 🥰🌹💓🎁🎂 it doesn't surprise me to find out that you were born in March, I don't know if it's a coincidence or anything, but from my experience all the people I met in my life whose birthday is in March have a special distinct energy and a beautiful soul 💙 I guess they carry inside the magic of this month full of poetry and flowers. 🥺 I hope you are having a wonderful day with your loved ones, and that you'll get also some time to celebrate with your f/os as well! 💙🌺 I bet they would love to celebrate the day dedicated to their favorite person and show you how much you mean to them 💙 We usually don't talk but from my little corner I think you're such a sweet and nice person. I love the soft, soothing & warm energy that you and your blog radiate 🥺🫶🏻 and the poems I saw you post from time to time are very beautiful, you're very talented and I wish you the best for this birthday and the months to come 🤗💓🌹

Thank you so much, Flavia🥺🫶🏻 By the way, I've never met someone with that name before; it's such a gorgeous, unique name and I've always wondered why it wasn't more popular.

I'm very interested in astrology and the signs, so I suppose it's natural for piscean souls to have this distinct energy. That is so beautiful and I'll admit I've never thought of it this way before. I've never really cared much for March, but you've made it sound so beautiful and lovely and worthy of the most gentle love, care, consideration and respect🥺💗

I am having a nice day, thank you! Even though the weather is horrendous and we may lose power eventually, I'm still grateful to have a nice, warm home and a comfortable bed and lots of love.

Thank you so much! My F/Os have been around me today and I'm so thankful for their presence. They all bring me immeasurable joy and I love having them close by.

We definitely don't talk too much, even though I'd love to get to know you a bit better if you would be open to that🥺💗 Thank you so very much, dear, you seem like such a bright and beautiful soul and I love the energy put forth by you and your blog as well! I always see you sharing wonderful content and your space online is very comforting and gentle and soft. I can tell there is beauty within your soul💓

Thank you very much! My poetry means a lot to me💗💗 Thank you so very much, dear, you are so kind and loving and you made my day a little brighter from such a sweet message! I am sending you so much love and light🫶🏻💗

[littlepadika]

hi princess p! 💗 i just had this thought that i hope you don’t mind me sharing:

so you know how if a little has a nightmare, they usually go to their daddy/papi’s bedroom and sleep in their bed w them so that daddy/papi can help keep the nightmares away?

what if instead one of the daddies/papis had a nightmare and went to their little’s room for comfort and to sleep in their little’s bed w their little? because daddies/papis get nightmares too 🥺

sorry if you’ve already touched on this idea, i hope you have a lovely day! 💐

OMG I LOVE THIS 😭 and you know who i thought of instantly... grumpy papi pear bear. Like all the daddies would do this but it's a big deal when Pero does it 🥺

Warnings: DDLG, nightmare then fluffly, gn!little

Pero woke up in a cold sweat, shaken from a horrible nightmare. Your terrified screams were still in his head and he clamped his hands over his ears as if that would make the memory go away. He was not terribly prone to nightmares. He mostly slept dreamlessly but when he did dream it would often be nightmares. This time it was you being lost in the woods and no matter where he looked he couldn't find you. And you were in danger. Someone was trying to take you from him. He still felt that panic and despair hanging over him. His voice felt raw as if he really had been screaming for you.

Pero got out of bed and immediately went to your room next door. He had to make sure that you were okay. Of course you were sleeping like a perfect little angel beneath your covers. Your stuffies were surrounding your head like a cute little head dress. The golden fairy lights that you loved gave your room a comforting glow. His feet sunk into the soft carpet in your room. He exhaled and felt his heart rate go down. He thought of waking you and taking you to bed with him but you just looked so peaceful.

He went to the kitchen and prepared your morning bottle and made pancake batter for breakfast. It always calmed him down to take care of you. Giving you the best he could give. When that was done he walked back to his room and tried to sleep but he just couldn't get comfortable. His room, as opposed to yours, was all hard lines. Utilitarian. The sharp corners of the closet made strange shadows that shifted and moved ominously. Even though you were only feet away he felt your absence in the dark. Your side of the bed was far too cold and empty for his liking. He had cleaned the sheets. He couldn't smell you. He got up a second time, padding into your room.

He stroked your head gently and you pouted slightly in your sleep. Your bed was too small for two people but at this point he just wanted to be with you. In this sanctuary he built for you. Yes, most of the bedroom set he carved by hand. You helped him paint it. It was full of love and he needed that right now.

"Papi..." You groaned when you felt your body get lifted slightly. "som-fing wrong?"

"Shhh go back to sleep patita." Pero muttered behind you, sliding his body under yours and pulling you back down against his bare chest. He tried as gracefully as he could to adjust himself on his back so that he wasn't falling off the side. He kicked his legs out letting them hang off the end of the bed. Sometimes he hated being such a big guy but you loved it. And anything you loved was amazing.

"Papi!" You open your eyes. "Play now?"

"No. Duérmete." Pero grunted, pulling the fluffy comforter up around you both.

"Mkay." You leaned down, deciding not to ask further questions. You tried to sleep but you were too happy. Being so close to papi you couldn't help the joy. Pero could feel you smiling against his skin and it made his insides warm. He tightened his arm around you again, instinctively wanting to keep you close. Protected. His.

"This is fun, papi!" You giggle, looking around at how small your bed was compared to him.

"mm." He grunted a response.

"Stay?" You asked, crawling up his chest to look him in his eyes. They were squinted close with tiredness.

"Si." He tightened his arms around your waist.

You kiss his bare chest above his heart. "I love you, papi."

"Mi vida." He grunted, leaning down and seeking your lips. "Te amo." He fell asleep quickly after that but you stayed awake for another ten minutes just watching him and kissing his exposed skin. You wondered why Papi came into your room, not that you minded. You just worried about him. Maybe it was your turn to protect him.

"Don't worry, papi. I will protect you." You whispered before falling asleep yourself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

papi masterlist

Littlespace taglist: @lafresamilk @dobbyjen @mamacitapascal @prettypedros, @marstheplanet @takochansugoi @oceanablue @iwishtobeastorm @dincrypt, @bac-1, @spacenerdpascal, @cranberrypills @punkerthanpascal @breezythesimp @djarinsimp @mylittlesenaar @bbybunbun @phnyx @xwalltoast @dreadwolfxoxo @xwalltoast @mswarriorbabe80 @bearcina @lokigirlszendaya @pedroslilbitch @star-wars-fan-2005 @din-jarhead @hillgoth @m4ngoj3lly @crabbae @im-a-mcsimp-for-mchotties @girlofchaos @joelsflannel @xoxabs88xox @nicolethered @pascalslittlebrat

[the-iceni-bitch]

First of all, congratulations to 3k once again 💜🥳

Second of all, I may have teared up a little when I saw you tagged me 🥺🥺🥺💗 ily

And finally, my spin results:

Kink: bondage and edging

Character: Ransom Drysdale

Prompts: "I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow so fuck me harder." and "If you interrupt me one more time."

I feel like this would be perfect for our two favorite assholes 👀😂 But do with this what you want, it's gonna be awesome either way 🥳

This is so good for the OTP babe!!! Thought about putting this on in the sex dungeon but decided to make it a little softer.

Smut (cockwarming, use of sex toys, anal play, reader ismore of a soft dom in this one (but that’s actually worse for Ransom), little bit of fluff) no minors!!!

“Baby, please. I can’t take any more.” Ransom let out a tortured sigh when you turned the intensity on the vibrator down again, his orgasm receding as you nibbled on his collarbone. 

“Aww, poor puppy.” You slowly kissed your way up his neck until you could suck a bruise against his jaw. “You know what to say if you really want it.”

Tears started leaking down his cheeks when you clenched around him, but he still had that set to his jaw that made you think he was gonna keep being a brat. Even with the vibrator buzzing against his prostate and your his cock buried in your pussy, he still wouldn’t cave and give you what you wanted. 

Unfortunately for him, you were absolutely fine torturing him for hours on end. Not like when he edged you and brought you to the precipice of your pleasure as fast as he could over and over so you would give in to him as soon as possible. 

But you could actually control yourself. It had been almost three hours since you’d tied him to your massive bed, the silk ropes around his wrists and ankles stretching him wide across the mattress, just enough slack in them so he could relax against the pillows. All the comfort in the world couldn’t help his escape from the torment you were inflicting on him, though.

The toy started buzzing faster inside him at the same time you started rolling your hips and he let out a pitiful whimper, sweat covering his entire body in a thin sheen as you started slowly drawing him towards his peak again. You felt him squirm underneath you and grinned against his throat before licking your way up to slot your mouth over his, your movements growing more deliberate as you did your best to get him worked up.

There was a buzzing from the nightstand and Ransom groaned when you sat up to grab your phone, your cunt flexing around him as you stretched to reach it while still keeping him fully sheathed in you.

“Oh my god, it’s Anne!” Your face spread in a wide grin as you texted back, starting to bounce yourself on Ransom’s cock without actually acknowledging him.

“Who?” Maybe if he kept you distracted with conversation, you’d finally let him come. He couldn’t remember you ever mentioning an “Anne”.

“My best friend? We’ve know each other since college.” You frowned at him before turning back to your screen. “I know I’ve talked about her before, Hugh.”

“Well, you talk about a lot of stuff, baby.” He was trying not to writhe underneath you, he was almost there, he needed to keep distracting you. “Why haven’t I met her if she’s your best friend?”

“She was helping with the opening of her company’s new offices in Amsterdam for the past year.” You slowed your movements down as you continued talking, trying not to look too happy when you heard him whine. “Apparently, data management and storage is a lot more involved than you would think.”

“Ah, shit, I don’t fucking care!” He was done, wrenching against his restraints wretchedly as he sought any form of friction. “Just make me come, you bitch.”

A desperate sob ripped from his chest when you went completely still, his body sagging against the bed in defeat when you shut off the vibrator, too. You just gave him an impassive stare as you watched him cry, crossing your arms over your chest while you waited for him to wear himself out.

“Now, that was pretty fucking stupid.” You reached up and dragged a finger through the tears that were staining his cheeks, bringing it up to your mouth and sucking the salty liquid between your lips as you glared at him. “I hope you feel better after that little outburst, because now you’re gonna have to stay quiet and still while I call my best friend.”

He just stared at the ceiling while you dialed the phone, panting with exhaustion as he tried to regain some control over himself. This was the longest you’d ever drawn him out, and he was cursing himself for being such a stubborn asshole.

“Anne? How the fuck are you, you bitch?” You ignored his sad little huffs as you chatted with your friend, winking at him and stroking his chest when he finally brought his eyes back to yours. “Why are you texting me so early? Isn’t it, like, 6 AM there?”

Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he had to listen to you chatting with that bitch he’d never even met like he wasn’t in the room. He’d only tried to get your attention once, moaning your name and trying to roll his hips underneath you until you gripped his jaw and muted your phone as you scowled at him.

“If you interrupt me one more time, I’ll leave you tied up here, frustrated, for the rest of the night after making myself come all over your chest. Close enough for you to smell and think about how fucking good my pussy tastes until whenever I decide to let you go in the morning. Now be good.”

He didn’t move a muscle for the rest of your conversation, knowing that you never made empty threats. It was surreal laying there, listening to you tell your friend about your relationship while your pussy was wrapped around his cock like it was the most mundane thing in the world. He wondered if this friend of yours knew how big of a freak you were.

“Alright, babe, let me know when your flight gets in and I’ll pick you up. Love you!” You looked positively giddy when you tossed your phone on the nightstand, curling over and pressing your lips to his until he started struggling against his bonds again. “Puppy, you did so good. And now I’m in such a good fucking mood with Anne moving back to the States. I’m gonna ride this big dick until you fill me up.”

“Ah, fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head when you turned the vibrator on again, losing himself in the mixture of sensations as you sat up over him again and started to drive your hips against his. “Baby, shit, you feel so fucking good.”

“I know, puppy.” You reached behind you and placed your hands on his knees, leaning back and arching your spine as you continued grinding against him. “Ngh, love this big cock so much, hits me so fucking deep. You know how hard it is for me to just sit there with you inside me and not fuck the brains out of you? Why you gotta be such a damn brat?”

“Can’t help it, you’re too fucking cute when I piss you off.” He grinned when you rewarded him with a dark chuckle, the rhythm of your hips and the speed of the vibrator holding him right at the edge. “Baby, c’mon. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow, so fuck me harder.”

“Aww, you want me to break you, puppy?” You turned up the intensity before pulling off him almost completely, then dropping back down to meet his hips and moaning when he screamed for you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Fuck, he wished you’d untied him, he just wanted to hold your tits in his palms when he watched them bounce like that. A frantic chant of “yes” and “fuck” and “ungh” started falling from his lips as you basically drove him right to his peak then shoved him over the edge. The choked cry he let out when he started shooting his thick load into you had you coming right behind him, his body jerking wildly underneath you as he did his best to break out of his restraints. You let him ride it out as you creamed all over him, moaning low in your chest until his movements finally stilled.

“Jesus fuck, puppy.” You ran your fingers through his chest hair as you beamed down at him. “Now, say it so I can untie you and we can take a bath.”

“What?!” He looked at you incredulously as you cocked an eyebrow at him, huffing out a frustrated breath. “I thought we were finished.”

“Not until you say it, Hugh.” You shook your head at him. “I have no problem spending a night in the guest room if you insist on being a brat.”

“Fine.” God, he was fucking adorable when he pouted. “I’m sorry I watched Mindhunter without you. You were just at work so long, and it’s so good!”

“No excuses.” You bent to give him a peck on the lips and work at undoing his bindings. “I accept your apology, but it better not happen again, Hugh.”

[hotdamnhunnam]

Will Miller / 🌙🥺🧸

Thank you 🖤💖

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! 💗

..................................................

Poke the Bear

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, angsty love + cuddly fluff + smutty stuff up on a mountaintop Word Count: ~1.6k Emoji Prompt: 🌙🥺🧸 (key words are in bold)

“Hey there.”

Will glances up as you approach him where he’s leaning back against bags full of cash here on the mountainside, beneath the black sky stretching out so wide. He’s glad to see you just as ever but he steels himself to act as if he doesn’t really care. He answers playfully though he’s too pure to be a player. Too full of feelings that he can’t place anywhere. “Thought you’d know better than to come and poke the bear.”

Crack a slight smile while you grit your teeth against the bitter cold of the night air. Sit down beside him and as ever in his presence you can’t help but fucking stare. The low light of a crescent moon threads silver through the soft crop of his hair. The stars shine twice as bright when mirrored in those big puppy-dog eyes of crystal blue. “I didn’t poke you,” you point out but then poke your forefinger into his gloved hand so now it’s true. That hand that could as soon caress you as choke you. Will is just so dangerously hot yet also such a fluffy precious little baby and it really isn’t fair. “But hey, I gotta say you do look like a military teddy bear.”

He blinks, unsure just what to think. You’re close enough that he can breathe you and he’s grateful that the dim of night can hide the way his cheeks are flushing pink. You smell like home even though you live worlds apart—even when all you have are days spent fighting wars and running missions that are all doomed from the start—even when you’re part of the team toward whom he’s meant to hold just brotherly love in his iron heart.

The scent of you isn’t supposed to be a comfort and a kink. The captain holds himself afloat above shit that he can’t emote but around you he fucking sinks…

You can’t begin to process all his thoughts. But you can tell he’s fighting something in his soul. Will is the sum of all the wars he’s fought, and so much more that makes him fucking whole.

Speaking again since there’s apparently nothing he wants to say, you nod over toward the spot several yards away, where the three other guys are sleeping off the day. “I guess you got tired of sleeping in a huddle?”

He replies as if that’d really been the problem when it hadn’t been at all. “Shit got a little weird for me when Frankie tried to cuddle.”

And at that you softly laugh, which is a problem ‘cause the softness of the sound hardens his shaft. Through his thick pants you haven’t noticed yet. “So over Catfish you’d prefer to cuddle with your gun instead?”

He bobs his head. “Yeah, pretty much.”

And then—did you just inch a little closer to the captain? When the fucking hell did that happen? You’re close enough that he could just reach out and touch…

That is when you notice the stirring in his crotch. It’s almost hidden under all his clothes and gear but it’s so clear to you, and for some reason he’s not shifting gear to hide it from your view… your pussy clenches deep inside and eyes go wide as you just watch…

Your eyes then lift to meet the blue of his. In just one look there is such lust—yet also loyalty and trust—a lifetime’s worth and it’s the closest that you’ve ever come to knowing what love is.

You’re both so new to this.

What happens if we do this?

Will the world end if I just give you a kiss?

Can we save it if it does—can we go back to what this is? To what it was…?

There are no answers to the questions left unspoken in the air. It’s so damn cold, upon the broken edges of this mountain where his heart has made its stronghold. But you meet him there. You’ve come to poke the bear. And where your lips meet, there is heat, down to the core where your hearts beat and so much more that if the world ends you don’t even fucking care.

***************

We shouldn’t.

Even if I tried to stop I couldn’t.

Don’t.

I won’t.

I always knew you wouldn’t.

You always know everything. You just never show anything.

But now he’s showing more than he can even stand, and now it’s growing as you kiss him slow and deep, holding him like he’s yours to keep, and cup his scruffy cheek in your soft loving hand. He could just weep. With you his tears would finally have a place to land.

Your hands are bare—one of them lifts to comb your fingers through his gorgeous head of hair—just when the kiss began you’d taken off your heavy-duty gloves, so you can feel him as you shower him with heavy-duty love.

Will wants to do the same yet on some level he’s too scared to think of what his hands could do. That he might ruin you. He’d never mean to do you any harm, but if he just so much as holds you part of him worries you’d crumble into dust in these life-crushing arms.

A thousand times over, he’s suffered through the price of being such a fucking warrior. And you’re a warrior in your own right of course. But in some ways that makes it worse. Compared to you he’s not as well-equipped to handle—as far as he can tell—the scars of all these wars, and Will just doesn’t want his weaknesses and failures to poke holes into the fortress of your strength and become yours.

Most nights he feels he’s more fucked up than the whole force.

You’re here to show him that’s not true. As your right hand slides down his torso suddenly it dawns on him what you’re about to do. Will can’t have you do that for him if he’s not pleasuring you too. He’s pressuring himself now as he fumbles to remove his gloves though he’s not quite prepared to. Fucking scared to. Dying, trying, failing to believe that it’s okay for once to give in to how bad he fucking wants you.

But then your hands are on his gloves, as you keep kissing him so soft. Every kiss urging him in silence not to take them off. He’ll follow any order from that lovely mouth on you.

Murmurs against your lips, obeying yet still feeling like he needs to fucking touch you as your fingers work the belt strapped at his hips. “But I want to…”

Your left hand is still pressed against his cheek, cradling him till he feels strength in being weak. “I know. It’s okay, though. I got you.”

You know everything. And you show everything, too. Love this man more than anything, and just as bright as the stars above you, it’s so clear to you how much he loves you.

There’s no need to rush him. You just need to touch him. Can tell that he has fears and doubts, and you hope that you’ll have a whole lifetime to sort that shit out. As your hand finally reaches the meat in his crotch you pull back from the heat of his mouth, for a moment to watch him.

The face that he makes… it’s so pretty it aches—beauty far beneath his flawless surface—and knowing that he doesn’t think he deserves this, your heart fucking breaks.

Kiss the ridge of his jaw, kisses telling him he’s the most perfect thing you ever saw. Finally having the iron-hard pillar of Will Fucking Miller in your loving hand makes this love feel so real and so raw.

He’s so big it’s insane and your fist can’t encompass the whole massive girth. But you pump him for all that he’s worth, pulling slowly yet powerfully all the way down from the weeping wet tip to the soft patch of curls at the base back and forth.

It’s just your fucking hand, and already he’s never felt anything like this in all of his life and is sure that his heart will forever be yours to command. This is not what he’d planned. He’s the captain—he had tasked himself with ensuring that this never happened…

But so it has now, and he has to surrender somehow. And he does. He surrenders because… he stops seeking the reason as you kiss him harder and fist his dick faster till his iron head feels the buzz.

Has one hand firmly framing your waist and the other hand tangling up in your hair—both still wearing those gloves—that you’d told him to wear, until he felt prepared, to be bare—and it’s perfect this way because even through thousands of layers you’d still feel the love.

And the lust as it fucking erupts in your palm. His full sack tightly clenches then drenches your hand in his thick creamy cum. You moan into his lips, feeling his essence sticky and warm on your fingertips, milking out every last drop in your worshipful grip, so damn desperate to taste all of it as it splatters and drips.

Surely someday you will. But for now you stay still. Catch your breath. You’re both blissed out to death. Love gives life as it kills.

Now the bear has been poked, and deliciously stroked. You’re both thoroughly soaked. And you can’t fucking wait till he takes off these gloves and pokes you with the true love of Will.

..................................................

Emoji Fic Masterlist

Emoji Fic Tag List – below; if you’d like to be added or removed, just let me know!

@happyhunnams @band--psycho @est11 @edonaspanca @starbooty @innerpaperexpertcloud @i-love-scott-mccall @six-camelot @alexa-rae-dreamz @coffeebooksandfandom @thesuicidalflower @flaireandsynch @helloheyhihowdyheya @gemini0410 @waywardodysseys @zozebo @bettergetusetoit @emilykjh @little-diable @rocketqueen @mrspeacem1nusone @miss-smutty @rayslittlekitten @abby-splace @chubbychubbs28 @miraclesoflove @tegggeeee @hunnambabe @missusnora @kesskirata @vixenrebellion @thexhostess @pomegranatearildreams @kandii395 @severewobblerlightdragon @itspdameronthings @niki-xie @cind-in-real-life @saweetspoiled @poge-life @few-proud-emotonal @samanthaisnthome @melodranas @soaharleys @charlie-hunnams-old-lady @simpmasterjr @nataliewalker93 @lovebarefootblonde @marvelousmermaid @tsukuyomi011 @sciapod @midnight-dreams-23

[elliebean714]

So could you do a Chris (Until Dawn) X Male! reader, where the reader just doesn't really like people and Chris feels really special about the fact that reader enjoys being around him. I would really enjoy it! (I really enjoy your work either way. I just feel like its very true to the characters and such and that makes it very enjoyable) Thank you in advance :) Have a great day <3

Absolutely my dear! I'd be delighted to write this, I love this idea so much!! Hope you like this, I went with headcanons cus I was having a difficult time thinking of anything else to write, sorry my lovely. Also Chris is absolutely a Bi King and I bow to him every day 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♀️🙇 SORRY I GOT SO DISTRActed writing this, I just really liked the ship I made up in my head of you two and want you boys to be happy together 😭😭

Chris Hartley x M!Reader

General Headcanons

Fluff

Pre-Game

AWWWW YOU MAKIN THIS BOY BLUSHHHHHHHHH😭💓💕💗😭😭🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

He's just so honored that he's the only person you like being around

He's seen how you act around other people

And seeing you act so differently around him, like you genuinely enjoy his company?

😭💖😭💘💝😭💓😭💞💗

Everyone thinks he's some nerdy weirdo and tends to not want to spend time with him

So seeing that the prettiest boy in the world being so in love with him????????

He's in love forever now. You can't get rid of him

And, off topic but it needs to be said, he's 1000% a MAJOR hugger

Just, super clingy, sweet and warm i-😭💕

Loves laying on your chest (or you laying on his), it's the perfect position for head kisses

He feels so lucky he's the only one that gets to hold you everyday💓

But if you don't really like hugging he'll try to tone it down for you

Doesn't want to upset you accidentally 🥺💗

OKAY BACK TO THE POint sorry

So... Chris is probably very insecure

I mean he's surrounded by athletes and class presidents that get anybody they could possibly want and he's never gotten anyone so he kinda thought no-one would ever want or like him

So the fact the most beautiful boy in the world is interested in him and ONLY him?

That's enough to make him cry on the spot😭💓

But being your boyfriend gives him a massive confidence boost

Just being near you is a massive confidence boost

Cus like...

Pretty, anti-social boy has soft spot for him?

Yea he feels pretty good about that :3

I feel like Chris is pretty introverted too

Probably not as much as you but still..

So dates with him usually consist of staying inside and sharing your hobbies with each other

I think Chris would love to play video games or watch cheesy 80's movies with you

(Si-Fi is his favourite genre (just a heads-up))

Snuggling under a blanket in front of the tv is pure heaven for this lovesick boy

He's the only one who gets to do that!!!!!!!

Such a sweetieeeeeeeee😭💗💘

He loves you so much that, even though he hates the outdoors, if you liked them, he'd love to be out there with you💞💞

We know from the until dawn companion app, that Chris' dream job is an App Designer so he'd probably show you his most recent projects, use you as a tester and make you cute little apps

Thats an honour you shouldn't take lightly💘

Really specific, but I think he would just randomly start staring at you

Not in a creepy way but in a 'holy shit, he chose me out of eight billion people?' Kinda way

Then he starts crying uncontrollably

He feels so lucky you picked him to be your boyfriend

What I Write

Requests Always Open 🦋

~Elliebean714

♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡♤♡◇♧☆

[atlaese]

🌱Reader gushing about how pretty Bucky is..

thank you anon 🥺💗 zjhfezk someone needs to put a leash on me bc this is def longer than i intended it to be

tw: fluff :), alcohol, cursing words: 550

"No, I swear Nat, you should've seen Bucky when that kid came up to him," you smiled, a drink between your hands as Natasha was shaking her head, laughing at how enamored you were talking about Bucky.

"I think he was on the verge of tears, never before has a kid come up to him to thank him, it was so pure."

The whole team was out drinking at a local bar, Natasha, you and Bucky were sitting at one table, the rest of the team spread all over other tables. The atmosphere was elated, another mission successful and it was time for celebrations.

Bucky had left to get you and him new drinks at the bar, a big line before him as the bar was packed - lots of people wanted to have a look at the team, who wouldn't?

It was just you and Nat now, and the look on her face didn't promise much good.

"So, I guess everything's going well between you and Barnes?" Natasha asked, a small smirk present as she threw back a shot with a straight face.

"It's- it's amazing, honestly," you dreamily said as you turned your head to watch him. His back was facing you, muscles rippling through the soft cotton material of his t-shirt, vibranium arm on show for the whole world.

"People don't really see it, but he is the most caring man I have ever met," the words left your mouth as you faced Natasha again.

Bucky never meant to listen in to your conversation, but with super hearing and all this noise around him, he just wanted to hear your voice, focus on the soft timbre that calmed him down. He never expected for you to start gushing about him, though.

"Bucky is- he is the first person where I actually feel safe with, like actually safe," you said as Natasha nodded with a knowing smile on her face.

"And, he is incredibly good looking, like wow, he is such a catch," you added, biting your lip as you watched his broad back again.

"I know he isn't a big fan of his arm, but fuck it's so hot. He could do anything to me with his arm and I'd thank him."

Natasha didn't say anything, but her smirk only got wider the more you were gushing over Bucky's appearance.

"And I mean, his face? It's pure perfection? Like, his cheekbones and his eyes and his stubble and just everything. I have never seen such a beautiful man before in my entire life!"

Bucky was starting to flush with just hearing your words. The way you were so giddy when you were talking about him, finding good in everything about him made him warm inside, fulfilled with love for you.

"Like Nat, every time he just looks at me with those blue eyes, I think I might swoon," you deadpanned as Natasha laughed. "I'm not kidding!"

After staring at his back for a few more seconds, you changed the subject, redirecting the attention to Natasha and asking what she was up to during her time off.

It wasn't long before Bucky returned, he quickly bent down a bit to press a kiss against the top of your head.

"So uh," Bucky started as he sat down next to you and slid over your drink, "what do you want me to do with my arm?"

🌾 Join the sleepover 🌾

[ajokeformur-ray]

omg if you still take headcanon requests, what about another piece where arthur and reader have an argument with angst and fluff at the end?? I love your work !!

Hhhhhh I find it difficult to write confrontational situations so I apologise if this piece is lacklustre in any kind of way, darlings!💝 Thank you so much for your kind words, it means a lot to me!💛 I did my best to incorporate these two pieces to save repetitive requests and I hope you like it! 💕

A massive thank you to the various people in my server who helped me with this piece - they asked to not be credited, but they're the backbone of this piece and they really helped me to put it together!🥺 I adore you all so much.

ALSO ALSO a huge thank you to @loveletterstoledger who read this over for me and gave me pointers on characterisation with Arthur; where the headcanon says “you were at a stalemate”; from that headcanon on, Rose really helped me to work out what to do next. Thank you darling omg I love you.🥺💝

TW; arguing (mild, for my own comfort), unresolved tensions, a bit of raised voices (not full-out shouting for my own imaginative comfort😩), swearing, fluff at the end! If I missed anything then please let me know!🥰💗

Word count: 1, 409.

The day had been long, the hours rough and unrelenting, and you were in a foul mood.

Try as you might, your bitterness was beginning to get the better of you and you were at the point where you found it almost impossible to think before you spoke.

You were just so tired of everything and everyone, and especially the way Arthur could never fold the towels exactly right.

In the back of your mind, you knew that it didn't matter. It really didn't matter.

It's just a towel, Y/N. It really doesn't matter. Let it go, it's just a towel...

Despite your thoughts, which were supposed to calm you down, you only rolled your eyes, both at yourself and at the 'situation' at hand, and bit out a, "for fuck's sake, Arthur!"

As soon as you spoke, you regretted it.

Guilt swirled through your veins and you felt a sharp spike of self-loathing. It was okay for you to be feeling as you were, but it was not okay to snap at Arthur, who hadn’t even done anything worthy of your irritation.

In the midst of berating yourself and feeling guilty for knowing better but for not doing that, you hoped that Arthur hadn’t heard you, but he had.

Oh, he had.

Arthur's nostrils flared minutely with irritation and hurt swept in like the tide, running hot and sickly through his veins, making his forehead heat up from the inside. His fists clenched around the material of his trousers and he exhaled in a rush.

I can't do anything right, can I? He chuckled at his own thoughts and then scoffed as he stood up and ran a weary hand through his slightly greasy dark curls, which gently brushed across the tops of his shoulders before they settled back down.

Despite the hurt and the anger swirling within him like a hurricane, Arthur's voice was soft and quiet as he made his way into the bathroom. "What is it, Y/N?"

"It's - " you took a deep breath, holding the wrongly folded towel in one hand and your other was pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger as you said, "it doesn't matter, Arthur. Just leave it. I'm sorry I said anything." You had snapped without a thought but the last sentence was meant.

Arthur made a noise of disagreement and his green eyes seemed to sharpen as he watched you like a hawk. "No, tell me. You said 'for fuck's sake' - why? I want to know." He demanded of you.

It was more than fair for him to ask but this situation had escalated way beyond what an easily fixed issue was worth - not that it was an issue, you knew, it was just a towel, but your snap was the issue.

You had to work through the issue while also explaining the process to Arthur - you were his first relationship. He had knowledge of relationships and intimacy thanks to Dr. Sally's regular segments on The Murray Franklin Show but he didn't have the practical experience to back up the knowledge, which was where you had to come in.

The both of you had always done everything together and that included moments like this, with both of you getting increasingly angry and the situation at hand - which was minor at best - going nowhere.

At the look of hurt, confusion and anger in Arthur's eyes, his jaw set and his fists shaking lightly by his sides, everything melted away and you were left feeling almost sickened of your own behaviour.

You sighed, letting everything go in that exhalation. You closed your eyes and turned your face away from Arthur. One, two, three... in, out. You turned your face back to him and tried to use your entire body to apologise.

"I'm so sorry, Arthur," You noticed that he took a step back at your words, so you made a conscious effort to stay where you were and to not follow him, "It's just... the towel wasn't folded right and it pissed me off because you know how I like them folded. I'm sorry I snapped, darling. I didn't mean to." Arthur opened his mouth to speak so you finished what you had to say in a rush. "I know that's not an excuse but I didn't mean to snap. You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry, honey. It's just a towel, it doesn't - it really doesn't matter."

You put the towel down, not wanting to hold it anymore and wanting this to be done; confrontation was never something you enjoyed, and especially not with Arthur. You were each other's one and only person, totally devoted to each other.

You looked away from Arthur, out of steam and worried about his silence. He was... too quiet. You couldn't even hear him breathe, but a quick sideways glance at his chest proved that he was breathing. So long as he was okay, that was all that mattered to you.

Finally, you dared to look back at him and to keep your gaze there. The silence was too much.

You were at a stalemate: you were looking at Arthur, Arthur was looking at you, and silence reigned for several tense moments. 

You could only hear your own breathing and you thought you could hear Arthur's shallower, quieter ones.

One of you had to give, and soon.

It ended up being Arthur, and his reaction as everything began to sink in was to truly show how averse he was to conflict as he chuckled under his breath. 

He gasped and in a split second was everything forgotten as he mumbled, “oh no”, hands reaching for you almost blindly just in time for violent laughter to crawl up his chest and rip out of his throat.

Instantly were you beside him, falling back into the routine of grabbing one of his hands and holding it to your chest so that he could feel your heartbeat through your skin. It was something which grounded him.

Your other hand rubbed up and down Arthur’s back, bent over was he with one of his hands clamped over his mouth to try to muffle the pain.

“I’m so sorry, Arthur,” You repeated similar sweet nothings to him (but, oh, you meant every word) and comforted him as best as you could. “Breathe, honey, that’s it,” You bent to press kisses to his forehead, his temples, and soothed him as much as possible, while also giving him the space to vent his emotions. It was a difficult thing to do, but you had learned it well over the years you had loved this man with everything you were.

Slowly, slowly, Arthur’s ragged breathing settled down and he straightened up, holding both of your hands tightly now. “D-don’t leave, I - “

“I’m not. I’m so sorry, Arthur.”

Arthur shook his head, his tear stained cheeks glinting in the natural light of the bathroom. This attack had been rough and the guilt which you felt was insurmountable. All you wanted to do was apologise, over and over and over, but Arthur had told you with a shake of his head that all was forgiven.

He may have forgiven you, but you hadn’t forgiven you. 

“Come here, Y/N,” Arthur’s hands moved away from your chest and snaked around your shoulders, pulling you into his body. He was weakened temporarily by his attack but he was still so strong. 

He wrapped himself around you and pressed kisses against your neck and lower side of your jaw, wanting all of you. 

“I’ll fold the towels properly next time, I - “

The second white hot stab of guilt folded through you and you only held Arthur tighter. “No, honey, leave the towels. They don’t matter. Thank you for folding them.” A pause and then, “I am sorry, darling. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Arthur raised his head to kiss you properly, his lips passing every emotion he was feeling into the gesture, “It’s okay, angel. It’s okay.”

You still felt guilty and you knew you would for a while, but you would make up for that by loving on Arthur as much as you could. Moments like this would happen in a relationship and that was okay. It was normal and healthy to argue... It was the make up which held the key to growing together as a couple.

AF/J  @astheworlddturns @fluffedstar @jokersqueenofchaos @germansarechill @lynnesm @sagyunaro @greghouse @flowerglitterwoman @ben-solos-writing-avenger @scaredclowncat  @lilliryth @hotpacino @obsessedandthirsty @call-me-harley-quinn  @cbloodmarch  @askmrfleck @justacomedy @takemepedropascal

[sebsxphia]

Seb, I know I have said it a million times, but I'm going to say it a million more whether it's here or in private messages. Thank you for your posts. And I don't just mean your writing (although it always makes my day. Especially on my bad ones, curling up with my sloth stuffie and reading through for comfort) but for you. You take the time to say hello, to check in, to let everyone ramble, and let people talk. You let everyone be who they want, and you provide a safe place. I come to Tumblr to get away from everything, whether it's my personal life, politics, drama... I know your page is immediately the place I can go to so I can shut my brain off. On this app, this blog, I can just let myself enjoy any silly posts or jokes, see the soft thoughts or the thots.

I don't know if you know how much it means to me to just have you here. And I hope soon I'll be back to writing once my mental health is better (I am working with my therapist!) And I can maybe bring you some of that joy too. I try to make my page drama free and politically free, so people have the opportunity to be relaxed also. The only "drama" (although i dont see it as drama personally) I know I step in is defending other writers. Cause seb, you and so many others, if you get even a little hate, just send them my way. I'll go right up to bat for ya ❤️

Sorry, got a little off topic (apparently when showing my love for people that happens. Who knew?)

But still, even if you chose to stop writing and just wanted to be a chat blog, I would be here. You became such a great friend, honestly.

Thank you ❤️

gabbie 🥺🥺🥺

i’m sorry i took a while to reply to this. i had it in my inbox and i just kept re-reading it and tearing up and feeling all mushy 🥺

i’m at a complete loss for words and overwhelmed (in the best way!) with this sweet and thoughtful message. i hope you know this has truly made my entire week and i really needed to read this rn. goodness, i’m just so honored and happy to hear that my lil blog can provide that comfort and safe place for you. it’s music to my ears. 💗

i know i’ve said it before, but i’ve always wanted this lil blog to be a safe place and let people come ramble, talk or vent, and it makes my heart swell that it’s perceived like that.

i’m also so pleased to hear that you’re working with your therapist! i hope you’re taking it slow and taking care of yourself, because you deserve it my lovely angel! you are so sweet, kind and wonderful and i’m just so thrilled to call you my friend, and an incredibly wonderful friend at that! 🥹💗

do not apologise one bit, my love. spreading love and joy is a okay here! thank you so much for this message and thank you for just being the lovely and kind soul that you are, inside and out. i’m sending you so much love my angel, mwah mwah mwah! 💗💕💓🫶🏼

[shinaus]

confessions over coffee

pairing: mezo shoji x reader

themes: barista shoji, coffee shop au, fluff

words: 1.6k

a/n: this is a kofi commission for my lovely @bunnyywritings​, in my time on here i’ve not written for shoji all that much so i had a really fun time doing so! thank you for your donation and helping me get back into my longer form writing groove. i hope you enjoy, you’re the best 🥺💗 

Once your final college semester had started, something you could always find small ounces of joy in would be finding new spots to study in. No longer would you allow yourself to be stuck in the confines of your room or the library, instead opting for somewhere a bit more scenic.

Which is where your new regular coffee shop came in. It had always been a place you would pass between lectures, but it had never crossed your mind to actually make your way inside and try it out. The days of filling your flask with whatever instant coffee you could find had become routine to you at this point, so what would there be to offer in a place like that?

Turns out, it’s a lot more than you had initially expected. The shop is almost always quiet, those who enter usually taking their orders to go — assuming they’re making their way to classes as soon as their orders are in their hands. You, however, were given the opportunity to experience the atmosphere that came with it. 

Somehow, even on the coldest of days, it radiates warmth. The soft music playing in between the sounds of the espresso machine almost therapeutic, allowing your mind wander amongst writing your papers or organising your notes. 

The coffee itself was also incredible, finding yourself all the more tempted to treat yourself to new and exciting drinks whenever you got a look at the menu. It was like you were rewarding yourself for the work you were going to do, which did wonders for your motivation. 

Not to mention, the guy behind the counter was someone you’d taken a decent amount of interest in after you met him for the first time. 

Even with studying a standard degree, there were those training to become pro heroes amongst the rest of the student body. It was always an option when they were in high school, you had come to learn, that they were able to have the opportunity for a degree before going out into the world of hero work — assuming they’d want to take on more roles in theri agencies or just have proper qualifications on top of it. 

One of those people was Mezo Shoji. Usually, he was the one making the drinks for waiting customers. That being because his quirk can certainly come in handy when it comes to working in a fast paced environment. Dupli-arms, you’re sure it was called. 

See, Shoji could have 5 orders made in the time it would take another to make a single one, putting each of his hands to good use and whipping up everything perfectly. Those who had never seen a quirk bearer before were fascinated by him, yourself included. 

Although, you had come to learn a lot about Shoji in the time you frequented the spot. Every study session you took there, he was ready to make your order in a few seconds flat. He was always incredibly polite, personable and kind. 

In fact, once he even gave you a free pastry upon finding out you were there to look over your final paper — worth quite a lot in your final grade. Even with the short bursts of conversations you had with him, it was almost too easy to take an interest in him. 

Which you decided one day to take in your stride and act on. 

Upon entering the shop, the bell rang above the door as usual. Shoji was unexpectedly on the register, giving you a wave as you approached. 

“Welcome back” he greets, somehow knowing he’s smiling from behind his mask as you stop in front of the counter. “How did the exam go?”. 

You smile realising that he remembered, mainly since you had complained to him about it a few days prior. Letting out a small sigh, you already dig through your bag for your card, aware that he knows what you’ll order with how often you now frequent there. 

“It went okay, the last question stumped me a bit but hopefully it’ll get me to my desired grade” you explain, watching as he nods along before grabbing you a to go cup. That’s odd you think to yourself, to go cups are for people who leave after it’s ready. Furrowing your brows at the gesture, he speaks again before you have time to ask. 

“I was wondering…” he starts, not looking up from writing your name on the cup. “I’m about to go on my lunch break, would you want to maybe hang out for a while? Only if you’re free, of course”. It knocks you briefly, having never heard him be so bold before. The two of you have only ever really interacted when he’s at work, so spending time with him outside of that would be something entirely new.

Though, there’s no part of you that wants to deny him. As much as you were interested in Shoji, you had always assumed he was being polite since you were always a customer. If only you had known, however, that he had practically begged his friend Tokoyami, who usually works the counter if they could switch in hoping to properly ask you out. 

Of course, his friends are a reflection of him in their kindness — and would never want him to miss out on someone they’ve heard him ramble on about the second the bell would indicate your exit. 

Giving him a nod, you hand over your card at the same time to pay for your drink. “I think I’d like that a lot” you tell him honestly, once again able to sense him smiling. He gives you a nod, getting to work on your drink as you stand by the waiting area. 

You’re not kept long however, Shoji proving his stellar work as always by being ready to go in not even a few minutes. With his apron discarded and a coffee for himself in hand, he hands your drink over to your waiting hands before letting you lead him outside. 

“So, what have you got planned for me then?” you ask him, tone a little teasing - enjoying the reaction you get when you notice the tips of his ears have started to redden. 

“I was thinking we should take a walk around campus, is there a place other than the science building that has a pretty good bakery?” he offers, hoping it at least isn’t too obvious that he’s thought his plan of action through many times already. 

“As long as you let me buy you something, what with how you sneak me pastries enough already” you tell him with a laugh, getting the same in response from him. With that, you were on your way. The conversation between you both feels so much more personal as you venture across the grounds, able to properly get to know Shoji over more than just his caffeine preferences. 

Allowing you to keep your word, you pick out a few things for the both of you to try out. He wasn’t wrong with the quality of the treats, even going so far as making him promise you’ll both go there again once exams were over. 

As you sat down on one of the benches outside, Shoji stuck close to you in watching your reaction to each new thing. It made him laugh, seeing the way your eyes lit up in sheer wonder. With the growing confidence he had, you were even offered to feed him a piece of what you had. 

Accepting immediately, you were a little surprised to see him so willing to pull down his mask for you. Him doing so in turn made you feel special, knowing that meant he was so trusting of you. It was your turn to watch him enjoy the pastry this time, smiling to yourself as his reaction mirrors yours.

“Something wrong?” he asks you a moment later, having assumed his appearance may have startled you. When you rapidly shake your head in response, it helps to reassure him. “No, no! I uh-”. 

Holding eye contact with him suddenly became difficult, eyes going to your shoes as he fixed his mask back over his face. “I just think you’re handsome, you know… with our without the mask”. Your confession got you a similar reaction to earlier, the tips of his ears going that now signature red hue. 

The two of you shared a laugh then, going back into the normal flow of conversation a mere moment later. Shoji would tell you another time, he had decided, but you made him feel a lot better about himself at that moment. 

Time passed quickly before either of you noticed, the sky getting darker as you started your walk back to your dorm. Neither of you mention it when his hand finds yours then, fingers lacing through yours with ease. You had always had a liking for his hands, enjoying the momentary flustering once more when you tell him as much. 

With hearts and stomachs full, Shoji stops you before you’re able to head on your way — with a proposition. “You know, I’d love to do this again sometime...” he tells you, looking down at you and catching his eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I don’t know how obvious it is, but I — really like you...”

A date. Shoji is asking you out on a date. He was shy at that moment, hoping he hadn’t gotten the wrong idea and that you would like to spend some time together again. 

The peck you give his cheek, right above his mask no less, is what reassures him. Waving you off as you head through the main doors of your building, he’s then walking home with a head swimming in ideas of where to take you next. 

Maybe next time, he won’t even wear his mask around you — or make sure he has the courage to make you as happy as you did him.